#then again when is he ever on his best behavior

[fangirl-overload13]

I mean of course it works on children and animals.

Positive reinforcement is a much better teaching tool than aggression regardless of who or what you are trying to teach.

People just think about training dogs because of the commands and obedience rather than word association or manners.

If someone is only just learning to speak or do things for the first time, they don't know the rules of what's allowed so if all they get is aggression in return they only have a negative connection to it but no corrections to fix it.

Saying no, then immediately following it by a change in attitude plus some kind of reward either compliment or treat is a better way to connect good and bad.

Animals don't speak but can be taught words or phrases in much the same way children are learning about the world for the first time.

A dog isn't going to be practicing phonics through sesame street but they will understand let's go for a walk. Don't bark. Time to eat. Lay down.

A child may not understand everything you tell them especially about what they are doing being good or bad unless you teach them what good or bad means. If all you do is yell or growl at them they are only learning that you are angry at them not what they are doing.

When I babysat for this young family for a few years the little guy was just learning to walk and talk when I started with them, over and over if he did something bad they would say "No means No" which is a great lesson like no hitting, no screaming or throwing things, no running out the front door by yourself. But they're just words with no connection. When he'd do something that requires being told no I'd follow it with an action that matched. He learned no means stop. No throwing toys, toys get put away. No more tv it's nap time, tv turns off. One time we were staying with the mom's sister and her family and the little guy had been hitting his cousin and no matter how many times the other adults said no hitting he wouldn't listen but as soon as I told him the same thing he listened. They asked me how I did it and the only thing I could say was "He knows I mean it." I would never hurt him or anything but he would receive a punishment if he was bad and a reward if he was good. He loved when I played music and we'd dance together or I'd make him a snack and bring him treats. At one point his mom started telling him "Amanda says no" and he'd stop misbehaving immediately, again because he knows when I say no I mean stop. I wasn't even around but still my word held impact.

Meanwhile when my sister got a puppy she was very out of control and wouldn't listen to much because no one had the time to train her. I managed to get her to understand that she can't jump up and grab food or knock it out of your hand, she has to sit and wait. I would hold the food just out of reach until she'd settle down and wait for it to be placed down. Now after a few years all I have to do is say "what do you do?" When holding food or treats and she will sit and wait politely until the food is either in her dish or handed to her.

When the dogs are misbehaving my mom just yells, nothing else, so at this point the dogs just figured this is how she talks. Loud. There's no positive or negative impact because there's nothing to associate it with.

Kids learn things in a simmer way based on tone and actions so if all you ever do is yell or throw a fit without addressing what the issue is they are just going to associate aggression with you and not the specific situation.

Positive reinforcement is the best way to help them correct behavior and learn that not everything will lead to an aggressive reaction.

But again because people associate obedience with animal training they might get the wrong idea if they don't understand that it's just a teaching method.

I want to apologize to my friends and family who have children for low key treating their kids like dogs but the standard methods for training dogs are even more effective of them because they actually understand language and are better at reasoning.

Positive reinforcement is amazingly effective, like I saw my nephew poking their cat so I sternly told him no, he stopped and I immediately changed my demeanor and cheerfully told him thank you and how happy I was that he listened to me instead of staying angry at him and he got this strange “Oh…It actually does make a difference wether I’m naughty or not” and later my sister in law asked why he’s so polite around me.

That’s literally what works best on dogs. Let them know when you don’t like what they’re doing but also let them know when you’re happy with them even if that means changing your demeanor on a dime (and even if you’re still a bit mad at them for doing it in the first place).

Oh and little treats. I skipped the aunt phase and is already turning into a grandma who has candy in her pockets for the kiddos for good behavior.

[sabrinajenre96]

Title: “Legacy in the Shadows”

Word Count: ~2,500

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Detective!Wife!Reader

Featuring: Nyla, Angela, Grey, Rosalind Dyer, Lucy, Nolan, Jackson

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Midshire Police Station – Observation Room

“Who is she?” Lucy Chen whispered, eyes glued to the woman across the glass.

“Y/N L/N,” Nyla said, arms folded, trying (and failing) to hide her smirk. “Detective. Former FBI BAU. Certified genius. Daughter of a LAPD legend. Oh—and my best friend.”

Angela added, “Also mine.”

“Wait, BAU?” Nolan blinked. “Like... the Behavioral Analysis Unit? As in Quantico?”

Nyla nodded. “She left a couple years back. Nobody really knows why, but she doesn’t miss.”

On the other side of the glass, Y/N stood in front of Rosalind Dyer. Calm. Unshaken. Razor-sharp. Even Grey had taken a step back to let her lead.

“She doesn’t look like a profiler,” Jackson said under his breath, watching as Y/N cocked her head ever so slightly in that unflinching, deliberate way that told them she was already inside Rosalind’s mind.

“You say that like you know what one looks like,” Lucy teased, eyes still fixed.

Jackson held up his hands. “I’ve seen Mindhunter.”

Tim Bradford, leaning near the wall with his usual stoicism, finally spoke. “You don’t want to be in that room. Rosalind plays games.”

“And Y/N plays to win,” Angela said with a wink.

Lucy turned to Tim, squinting. “So, how do you know her?”

Tim didn’t answer right away, just sipped his coffee and muttered, “We met.”

Nyla smirked. “Tell her, Tim.”

Tim sighed. “She’s my wife.”

“WHAT?” Lucy practically shrieked. Jackson dropped his pen. Nolan turned in place like someone had just fired a gun.

“You’re married to her?” Nolan asked.

Jackson added, “That woman in there, melting a serial killer’s brain like it’s Tuesday?”

Tim gave a tight nod, clearly trying to remain unbothered. Lucy, however, was undeterred.

“Wait. Like—married married? Like you have breakfast together? You kiss her goodnight? She sees you without gel?”

Angela was full-on laughing now. “Lucy, let it go.”

“But he’s so—Tim,” Lucy said. “And she’s so—Y/N. She looks like she’d outsmart a CIA operative and still have time for pilates.”

Tim raised a brow. “She prefers kickboxing.”

Nyla leaned in. “Also Brazilian jiu jitsu. Don’t forget that, Tim.”

Angela added, “She broke a guy’s collarbone once with a clipboard.”

“By accident,” Tim muttered.

They all turned back to the glass just as Rosalind leaned forward, whispering something meant to unnerve.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She tilted her head again, smiled coolly, and said something that made Rosalind’s smile drop.

Even Grey gave a small nod of admiration.

“She just flipped the power dynamic,” Nolan said in awe.

Jackson added, “This is like watching chess, but with psychopaths.”

When the interview ended, Rosalind was no longer smiling. Grey and Y/N exited the interrogation room, Grey composed as ever, but Y/N—seeing the motley crew of rookies gawking at her husband—finally cracked.

Lucy had Tim cornered.

“So when did you marry her? Is she a morning person? Does she clean your gun? What’s your couple’s Halloween costume? Are you guys a ‘we finish each other’s sentences’ couple or a ‘barely tolerate each other but secretly in love’ couple?”

Tim looked like he was seriously considering requesting backup.

Nyla and Angela stood nearby, watching with popcorn-level amusement.

“Are you okay, Tim?” Angela called, grinning.

“No,” he deadpanned.

Y/N walked up just in time to hear Lucy go, “She seems way too cool for you.”

“Thanks?” Tim said, deadpan.

And that’s when Y/N burst out laughing. Full, belly-deep laughter. Everyone froze for a second—because seeing her laugh like that was unexpected.

She shook her head, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “You guys are adorable.”

Grey crossed his arms. “You enjoyed that.”

“Immensely,” Y/N said, sliding her hand into Tim’s. “So... who’s taking bets on how long until Lucy asks if we met in a high-stakes hostage rescue?”

Lucy raised her hand sheepishly. “Was that the meet-cute?”

Tim groaned.

Y/N winked. “Vegas, actually. Undercover op. But that’s classified.”

Lucy looked like she might faint.

Nyla and Angela exchanged a high-five. Jackson still hadn’t closed his mouth. Nolan was just shaking his head, muttering, “Of course he married a legend.”

Tim gave Y/N a side-eye. “Thanks for the chaos.”

“You love me for it,” she said, smirking.

And he did.

Bradford Home – Late Evening

The house was still. The only sound was the low hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional soft creak of wood settling in the night. In the bedroom, the lights were dimmed to a warm amber, casting golden shadows on the walls.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing one of Tim’s old LAPD t-shirts and her hair still slightly damp from her shower. A case file lay forgotten on the comforter beside her. She was staring ahead, brows furrowed in quiet thought.

Tim stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung around his neck, watching her as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey.” His voice was softer than usual. “You okay?”

Y/N blinked out of her trance and smiled, just a little. “Yeah. Just... decompressing.”

He walked over and sat beside her on the bed, shoulder brushing hers. “You nailed it today. Even Grey was impressed. And you got Rosalind to actually shut up for once.”

She let out a small laugh. “It’s weird. I used to get this adrenaline rush after interrogations like that. Now it just feels... heavy.”

“You’ve done more than most detectives in twice your years. You don’t have to prove anything.” Tim reached over, took her hand. “Especially not to her.”

Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder. “It wasn’t about Rosalind. It was about the victims. If this is a copycat... I don’t want to miss something because I hesitated.”

“You didn’t,” Tim said simply. “You were ten steps ahead of her. Everyone saw it.”

She tilted her face up to look at him. “Including Lucy. She asked if I clean your gun.”

He groaned and fell back onto the bed. “She hasn’t stopped talking since you left the room. I thought Nolan was going to short-circuit.”

Y/N chuckled and crawled over to rest her head on his chest. “You didn’t tell them about me on purpose, did you?”

“I like keeping things for myself,” Tim said, brushing his hand through her hair. “You’re mine. I didn’t want them turning you into some myth or story.”

“I am a myth, technically. Legend status,” she teased.

He smirked. “Exactly.”

They stayed like that for a while, silence settling between them like a blanket—comforting, warm.

“I missed this,” she whispered. “The quiet. The stillness. Just us.”

Tim kissed the top of her head. “It’s always waiting here for you. Every time.”

Her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, grounding herself. “You’re my peace, Bradford.”

“And you,” he murmured, pulling her closer, “are my chaos. And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

[bizzylosingcats]

(Part 1)

As Damian got older, he grew to resemble his mother more than anyone had expected. By the time Damian was 15 he looked as if he was just a male version of her. His jet black hair, his golden brown skin, his face and beauty, his Lazarus green eyes. It was all a copy of Talia, and it was eating Bruce alive.

Jason was the first to notice the difference in Bruce. The suddenly distant stares and lower voice. Jason wanted to find the cause in the sudden changes in the bats behavior, and then he found it. What scared him the most was that the trigger of these changes in behavior was Damian, Bruce’s youngest. Jason saw the minuscule changes that only someone who was trained and was looking for it could see. Bruce would stare at Damian from across rooms, his jaw would clench, he’d ball up his hands, and if he wasn’t in the cowle Jason could see his brow twitch. And this terrified Jason because he recognized these things as Bruce’s aggravated ticks, things he would do when something was bothering him deeply, things that made him mad.

And it was directed at Damian, who, from what Jason could see, had nothing wrong. Was Bruce upset at something Damian had done and not told anyone? Was it really directed at Damian? No. Bruce wouldn’t hurt Damian without reason. Jason was sure of that. Was he?

Jason tried his best to keep an eye on Bruce when they were with Damian, not that he actually believed Bruce would hurt Damian. Never. Bruce had been a good Dad to Damian, he couldn’t say that for all of them, but to Damian Bruce was good. He thinks…

The family has a sparring day, which Dick had organized. And when Damian challenged Bruce to spar, Jason was immediately on alert. Just in case. But things went perfectly normal in the first half, until Bruce had Damian trapped in a headlock and Damian pulled a fast move that Jason hadn’t seen before. Damian got out of Bruce’s hold and Jason got an unnerved feeling by the expression on Bruce’s face, he seemed shocked. Damian didn’t seem to notice and smirks before landing a blow straight to Bruce’s cheek. Bruce didn’t even flinch.

Damian seemed to notice the shift in the mood then and let down his defensive stance in confusion. “Father? You’re supposed to defend yourself.” Damian said with a huff. Bruce raised his hand slowly. Jason sprinted towards the mat. Determined to get in between Bruce and Damian. The kid didn’t do anything wrong. The rest of the family looked on in shock and confusion, why had Bruce stopped the playful sparring? Why was Jason trying to get involved? What’s happening?

Before Jason could get to them, Bruce had already laid his hand on Damian. It gently cradled the side of Damian’s face, much to Damian’s confusion. Bruce’s expression almost soft but still unreadable, as none of the bats had ever seen it before. Bruce speaks, but he doesn’t seem to realize he said it. “You look just like your mother.” Bruce says, quietly enough that no one but Damian could hear. Damian’s eyes widen as he steps back in shock, ripping away from his father’s gentle hold.

Damian knew his father had been more distant recently. He thought he had done something wrong, he thought he was letting his father down. But this was the reason. And Damian was filled with anger by it. Damian left the sparring room, angrily stomping away, clenching his teeth with his fist balled up.

Jason finally made his way up to Bruce. “What the fuck’s been going on?! What did you say to him?!” Jason yelled, and Bruce just froze up again, before dropping his arm from where it was in the air. Bruce snapped out of his trance and looked back at Jason, Bruce didn’t respond. Bruce was thinking to himself. That move Damian did was the same one Talia had pulled on him many years ago, when he first fell in love with her. Every time Damian did something like that an image of her flashed in his mind and Bruce didn’t know what to tell Jason that.

(T.B.C)

[riamaple]

Life on Your Line (Ch. 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Cursed to sacrifice your life to save another, you were never able to connect with others, always meant to drift before you could belong. Death was all you knew. Then, one day in Brooklyn, you saved a young man, and for some reason, you kept seeing him again. And again. And again. No matter where you went, across decades, you always found your way back to him.

He was forced to live to destroy, you were forced to die to save—bound together in ways neither of you could understand.

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending). Death and Dying. Self-Sacrifice (Immortality / Resurrection). Canon-Typical Violence / Description of Wounds. Suicidal Thoughts. Implications and References to Child Death, Suicide, Self-Destructive Behavior / Self-Harm.

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Word Count: 1.3k (Shorter than usual but it's because it's Part 1 Epilogue and I'm posting this back-to-back with Ch. 10!)

CHAPTER 11: August 27, 2024

“Hey, Avery?”

You looked up at Mandy, blinking at her smile while the edges of your lips twitched upward in response. “Yeah?”

She giggled before placing a white paper bag onto the countertop. “I brought you your favorite.”

You lightly smiled, taking the bag. “What’s the occasion?”

She chortled, shrugging as she walked past you. “What? I can’t get you an eclair now and then?”

You gave a small, quiet laugh. It was a little strained, but Mandy’s energy was enough to make you try. “No, I’m not saying you can’t.”

“Good!” She winked before chucking her bag into the back room, which always made you roll your eyes. “You can’t go wrong with getting a sweet treat while working!”

You hummed before crossing your arms, your small smile still present. “Yeah? And tell me—why are you here today? I said you didn’t have to come in.”

Mandy shrugged again. “I don’t know. I was bored.”

“Aren’t you writing a novel?”

She shrugged again.

You shook your head before reaching for one of the stacks of books beside you. “Well, if you’re really that bored, you can help me put these back where they belong.”

Mandy scoffed. “I swear,” she began while grabbing a stack, “why the hell is it so hard for people to put books in the right spot?”

“Incompetence?”

“Stupidity,” she concluded with a dramatic sigh. 

You chuckled again as you walked around your store, your body moving on autopilot. Finding every book’s home was an easy task for you, and your movements were slow as you reached their rightful place. Your fingers traced the spine of each book before sliding them back onto the shelf.

Behind you, Mandy was watching you from the corner of her eye. You had noticed that she’d been more present in the past few weeks, but not necessarily that she had been watching you carefully. She was always perceptive, but she was keeping an eye on you in ways even you hadn’t realized.

Maybe being shaken had somehow made Mandy nervous too.

Over a month ago, you were reading a novel on your couch, the television playing softly in the background while Brooklyn murmured outside of your window. It was supposed to be a calming night, but then the news started to report on an attack at the GRC voting by the Flag Smashers.

By the way, you thought that was a stupid fucking name.

When you raised the volume, you saw him on the screen.

James Bucky Barnes.

You tried your best not to fall apart, but nothing was ever in your control. Crumbled to the floor, you watched his face shine underneath the streetlights as he walked to the building. He glanced at the camera, his frost-blue eyes dimmed by the night and the weight of the incoming battle, but there was still the same sharpness and softness within them that made you feel afloat. His hair was cut shorter, and his metal arm was no longer silver, but black and gold like the beautiful art of kintsugi.

That was what he was. Beautiful.

God, he was so beautiful.

The footage had cut to different moments of the night. Civilians rushing around, James speeding by on a motorcycle, and Sam Wilson, the new Captain America—which, thank fuck, because that John Walker guy was not it—soaring around and fighting a helicopter.

Whenever it cut back to James, you were on your feet, hands to your chest as you tried to keep your breathing calm. You’d seen him fight before—the way he moved so precisely and gracefully through the violent nature of his punches. But seeing that the last time you watched him fight led to a knife wound in his stomach, you couldn’t help but feel terrified.

Then you felt proud.

You felt so proud when the camera showed him breaking open a van full of hostages. The reporter called him a hero, but you already knew that. Your heart leaped to see James doing what he always did best—protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves. 

At that moment, you felt so much relief—relief that he was surviving without you. There was a second where you wanted to run out and find him, throw yourself in front of him from any dangerous threat, but you didn’t. You stayed in your quiet apartment, watching James fight for others and himself.

You were happy.

Then your chest began to hurt.

Seeing James again after ten years tore you apart. He was alive again, but that didn’t revive you. You weren’t there when he needed you the most—you couldn’t do the one thing you were cursed to do. The world took him away from you and spat him out when you were at your weakest. Too weak to move. To feel. To love.

Well, actually. That last one was a lie.

You were never weak enough to love, but to act upon it? It exhausted you. It hurt you.

Seeing him hurt you because you knew you couldn’t let him back into your life.

You flinched at the sound of a book hitting the floor, and you looked down to see that you were the problem. Sighing, you bent over and scooped the novel off the floor before sliding it into its home. A dull ache seeped into your chest and you shut your eyes, focusing on your breathing as the world tried to spin you around.

“Avery?” Mandy called behind you. “Are you okay?”

You exhaled and walked back to the front desk with a forced smile. “All good,” you replied, grabbing another stack of books.

When you turned back around, Mandy continued to stare at you. She had also seen the news—watched James Barnes run around and save the city alongside Captain America. The entire night, she only thought about you and how you must’ve felt seeing the man you loved back in action.

She tried to ask you about it the next day, but you said you didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t lie and say you were fine—you definitely were not. For the past few weeks, you moved slower, sighed heavier, thought longer.

Loved harder, even when you didn’t want to.

Mandy didn’t push it any further, but you could feel the weight of her stare. So you kept your back turned to her—to the customers roaming around—to the front door that would open and close now and then.

Eventually, with three books left in your arms, you gazed at the top shelf. Rolling your eyes at people’s stupidity to put things back where they belong, you rolled the wooden ladder to the shelf you needed to get to and climbed up.

You reached up, sliding the book back into its place before carefully climbing down the ladder. But then, right as you were close to the bottom, you heard a snap and you felt your foot fall through one of the steps. With nothing underneath it, your foot swung forward while the rest of your body fell back. Your one hand lost its grip while the other let go of the books, and you yelped as you braced yourself to fall—

Into a pair of arms. 

You opened your eyes, blinking as you found yourself in someone’s grasp—very sturdy and comfortable, you noticed. With one foot still on the ladder, you were leaning back into this man’s chest, his arms underneath your armpits and wrapped around you. You could suddenly smell his cologne and hear his soft sigh, definitely out of relief that he happened to be right where he needed to be. Your cheeks flushed red as you slowly stepped off the ladder, and he helped you stand up.

“Damn.” You couldn’t help but sigh in embarrassment, turning around to face your savior. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize the ladder was ready to—”

Frost-blue eyes met your gaze, and you froze.

END OF PART 1: LIFE ON YOUR LINE

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[lagooneah]

Alright so... DMC Nero Sparda relationship headcanons (im obsessed with him)

I feel like Nero would be a genuine but semi-corny flirt. He'd feel comfy in your relationship for sure but he'd want to make SURE people know you're his with small gestures like a hand at your hip randomly or getting in the face of other guys trying to hit on you (they've made the biggest mistake of their lives)

I just KNOW this man is loyal.

Like you never EVER have to worry about him straying from you. YOU are his one and only, as far as he's concerned. YOU are the one who accepted him and his devil blood. YOU took him as he was, and he'll never destroy that.

With that in mind, he's very protective of his relationship with you. He knows you're loyal, so that's not the issue, the man is FILLED with irrational fears.

What if you get tired of how demanding his job as a devil hunter can be?

What if he can't be there for you when it matters most?

What if he hurts you?

When he IS home with you, he makes sure you know just how much he loves you, how much he'd destroy the WORLD for you.

Hugging and holding you, kisses EVERYWHERE, and most of all? Praise.

This man is the type to hype up his partner so much that it almost seems disingenuous how MUCH he can point out.

But he's got keen senses, and just the SLIGHTEST thing about you catches his attention.

"Damn baby! You look wonderful." He'd say, even if you were currently wearing sweatpants and a sleep shirt.

Or "Don't tempt me." He'd say with a smirk winking at you as you go to the bathroom to shower.

Aside from this obnoxious flirting, that he later starts to do more of simply because it makes you cringe, he gives you much softer ones in the quiet of your lives too.

"I love you, you're perfect- why are you so perfect? Its not fair." He'd grumble almost playfully as he kisses your cheek for the thousandth time.

OR "You know you can talk to me, sweetheart. I dont bite." Would be him trying to get you to open up about whatever troubles you.

Best BELIEVE he picks up the subtle cues in your body language and behavior that show you're feeling a certain way.

"*insert random tic* is something y/n only does when she's hungry/mad/anxious." Etc, etc.

Now... His jealousy level... Is not that bad! (A blatant lie, he will be the most jealous man you've ever met)

Not in an obnoxious "You can't be around dudes" way, but in a "I'm gonna Crack that mfs skull if he checks you out again" kind of way.

He's at least a quarter devil, give him some slack.

He hates, HATES when women get catcalled. He hated it with Nico, and he hates it even MORE now. If that was even possible.

"Women should be allowed to wear whatever the fuck they like!" Is a familiar phrase from Nero- so dont worry, he'd NEVER attempt to control your outfits based solely on his jealousy.

He does believe though, that you aren't allowed to be mad if he drapes his coat over your nicely dressed figure if you get one too many catcalls (once, all it needs to happen is one time)

He just wants you safe- this world is full of creeps and he doesn't mind chewing someone out in public a bit if it means your comfort and safety.

Speaking of "chewing someone out," you come to find out deep into your relationship that Nero is much nicer, much more patient when you're around.

Nico, who receives the brunt of his bickering and sass, has told you flat out that "He's actually tolerable when you're around."

Not that he's mean normally per se. He just... Becomes oddly sweeter when you're near.

At first you didn't believe it, you didn't believe his subtle alter ego until you saw him getting visibly annoyed at Nico, grumbling and giving whatever jabs or snaps he could- typical bickering- until he saw you, and he immediately lit up and ran to you like a happy puppy to their owner.

Nico hasn't stopped calling him "Puppy-Dog" after laughing so hard at that little incident. Much to his dismay, you also giggle violently at this nickname, and you two now gang up on him at any instance.

It's even funnier when he yells at Nico to stop but softly pleads to you if you say anything.

Nico: "Hey there Puppy-Dog, dont get mad at me now-" Nero: "Oh shove it Nic!"

Y/N: *giggling* "Come on Puppy-Dog, let's be more positive, yeah?" Nero: "I... Baby- please dont call me- *groan* nevermind..."

Moral of the story? Nero is a sorry, hopelessly in-love part devil who will literally let you do almost anything and shape his love and life around you. You knows hes always got your back, and you've got his; and I know i have more headcanons for this dork, but I'd make this post too long if I included them all. Let me know if you want any more! (I'll likely write it anyway)

[willreigns]

Highrise

The thought that had been reeling in your head, finally voiced by the cause of all your troubles. Levi could tell he struck a nerve, that he was close to finally breaking you down, making you realize how stupid this all was.

It didn’t matter if you self-destructed, he’d be there to build you back up again. Like the pretty wife you were to him.

CW: Possessive!Levi x fem!reader, modern au, gaslighting, possessive behavior, toxic relationship dynamics, power imbalance, divorce/marital conflict, dubious consent, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, baby trapping.

A/N: There is dark content ahead, please heed the content warnings. I’ve really wanted to write a piece like this for some time now. I debated making a separate blog for dark content, but decided against it for now. Thank you for reading! ~3.4k words

“We have a meeting with Mr. Smith and Mr. Ackerman.” 

Nerves always filled you when coming to these meetings, so your lawyer, Zeke Yeager, always took the lead. Zeke was a renowned divorce lawyer in the city, so you’d mustered up any savings you had and put it towards litigation.

You had long forgone the shame of settlement meetings when the first attorney fees started coming in, but it still didn’t ease the anxiety that’d settle in your lower belly.

When you crossed the big glass double doors of the opposing counsel’s firm, you’d always catch Levi sitting there, nonchalant. As if this were another business meeting.

From the get go, things had always been too different between you. 

“My client has no interest in prolonging this further, Erwin, do you think we can finally settle on the final divorce settlement?”

Smack in the downtown area of the city, Erwin’s legal firm was conveniently located amongst giants, though it stood proudly erect as the tallest around.

Next to Erwin, the man you’d soon call your ex-husband sat, intrigued by the blaring screen of his phone, answering emails no doubt. It was clear that this life-changing event was of little consequence to him.

When you had the money that Levi Ackerman did, you were sure this “life-changing event” was an inconvenience at best.

You couldn’t help but disassociate during these talks—the discussion began to sound like background noise. The large window next to you was much more interesting than the talks of division of equity you’d instigated.

Your first mistake was not signing a prenup with Levi. You didn’t want anything, and yet the state demanded a divorce settlement in the absence of one.

The first flurries of snow could be seen in the murky skies.

When the weather got colder in the city, Levi would always whisk you to another state or country, anywhere warmer—where there was no wet snow or irritating traffic to deal with.

He hated when his shoes would get wet because of the climate. And he hated the way gray skies made your seasonal blues worsen.

You were both stuck dealing with divorce proceedings now, in the middle of winter, no thanks to you.

About three years ago, your friends had taken you out to a bar after a month long failed romance. It was naive, really. The way they lent you their most figure-hugging dress and most expensive heels for a night out.

Levi wasn’t even supposed to be there, he told you that himself when you took a seat next to him, trying to laugh your situation away. You weren’t supposed to be there either, you’d said with a slightly tipsy, slightly cheeky smile.

You had felt pretty that night, and Levi’s subtle glances reinforced the notion that you were. With the ghost of a smile on his face, he took you home—to his penthouse on one of the tallest buildings in the area, pulling you into a world so different from your own.

Contrary to what you thought would go down, Levi invited you for wine and talked with you all night. It was the most alive you had ever felt. The feeling only deepened when you mistook him wrapping his coat around you for a first kiss—and it was more intense than any one night stand you’d ever had.

He dropped you off in your small studio apartment the morning after, leaving you wanting more, much to the displeasure of your worried friends.

Now, dressed in a black shirt and regular denim jeans, you felt anything but the sparks and warmth of that night.

“My client wants the value of any items she acquired during the marriage included in the settlement.”

Erwin Smith. You’ve seen him several times before. Tall, blond, he was the hotshot lawyer Levi chewed out often over the phone. He’d come over rarely to make his presence known, and when he did he’d sip whiskey with Levi, while you busied yourself with anything other than their business conversations.

“I don’t know if Mr. Ackerman is confused,” Zeke began, “but the burden of proof of that dollar amount is on opposing counsel. Therefore I request that as his counsel, you inform your client that his demands must be backed by receipts."

Erwin and Zeke immediately began to bicker, a tumble of voices you’d long since learned to silence out of your mind.

Ever since the divorce talks started, Levi hadn’t so much as looked as your way. You couldn’t read him, his face just as expressionless as it had been in the final weeks before you called it quits.

The last conversation you had with him was weeks ago in his penthouse. It was…short. 

You can stay here until the divorce is signed. 

You couldn’t quite say no. You had nowhere to go. The friends that had ushered you to file for divorce were too busy with their partners or on vacation with family to help.

Levi was wealthy-how much you never really knew. However, he didn’t boast about it. You hadn’t been poor before him either, but you definitely weren’t used to the comforts of his lifestyle. Despite the wealth though, Levi had mastered the art of subtlety—and trained you with the same principles.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. His money was not something to be abused, even when he insisted that you were the sole exception. Still, you’d occasionally indulge, swiping your authorized card on things like clothes, books, knickknacks.

Lingerie.

Your face burns.

“I know your type, Smith, you’re no divorce lawyer. If your hope is to prolong this any further—”

“My client spent good money on his wife’s hobbies. He’s only asking to be reimbursed for those investments,” Erwin cuts her off, “especially since your client, the opportunist she is, filed for divorce shortly after making several large personal purchases.”

They were gifts you’d brought for Levi—for your anniversary. An anniversary he’d forgotten.

You immediately opened your mouth to defend yourself, but instead a deep voice beats you to it.

“That’s enough.”

Erwin looked back, face tight with restrained surprise. You glanced at Levi, just as caught off guard. But whatever stoic front he held onto was betrayed when his stormy eyes finally settled over yours.

His gaze was enough to make your breath catch, and it forced you to look away.

“I do have to agree with your client, we will meet once you are ready to discuss your side’s requests,” Zeke said coolly, "my client wants to end this quickly and amicably, and such a request disrespects her needs.”

Zeke quickly ushered you away before you could cast a final glance at Levi.

“That went about as well as I’d hoped,” he told you as you both stopped at the firm’s reception for a reschedule. From the corner of your eye, you saw Levi and Erwin exit.

“You know, looking at your husband like that won’t help your case.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, and followed Zeke into another elevator. He adjusted his glasses and answered with a grunt.

Zeke dismissed you with hardly a glance when you both reached the ground floor. You stepped out of the building and found Levi entering a sleek black car alongside Erwin. 

With dark sunglasses framing his face, it was impossible to tell if Levi was looking at you or at the building behind you.

Still, you liked to imagine that it was you who had his attention, and your heart swelled.

“Hi, Mrs. Ackerman, you got some mail.”

The hot young receptionist’s voice grated on your nerves.

“Hey lovely,” you responded politely, “thank you. Please—just my first name is fine.”

“Oh, sorry,” she replied, not a hint of apology in her voice, “when will Mr. Ackerman pay a visit?”

“Not too sure,” you uttered, “perhaps you should ask him.”

The hot blonde smiled sweetly as you made your way to the building elevator. You watched as her smile faded into a frown as the doors closed.

Everyone wanted a shot at Levi Ackerman.

It filled you with anxiety, the way Levi would get hit on in your presence. But even if Levi noticed, he’d never make any comment on it—just rested a hand on your back as he steered you toward whatever destination he had in mind.

His silent reassurances felt nice.

Why were you trying to get divorced again?

The elevator dinged and you entered what you had once called your home. You were sure this is what you’d miss most after the divorce was finalized. Coming from a studio to this—and now having to return to that dinky old apartment—felt wrong. And yet, you accepted the reality of change when you told Levi that you were filing for divorce.

To say you had caught Levi off-guard was an understatement. His face had morphed into surprise for before he schooled his expression back to neutral. When you swore up and down that you wanted nothing, he’d relaxed, contemplated for a moment, then gathered his things and left.

Just like that, he left the keys to the penthouse and the number of his lawyer.

You hated how gutted it made you feel.

After taking off your boots, you settled on the couch, back to searching for a decent, affordable apartment on the outskirts of the city. You didn’t remember prices being that high. Did the rental market change that drastically in three years?

When you heard the elevator ding, you thought it might have been the perky receptionist from before. 

She always delivered Levi’s packages in person, probably in the hope to get a glimpse of your handsome, dark-haired husband.

She sickened you.

So when you walked from the living room to the elevator entrance, you couldn’t help the way your face twisted into something far from ease when you found Levi standing there.

“Are you busy?”

It took you a moment, but you finally looked away from him.

“N-no.”

Levi stepped in—slowly, but deliberately. You almost reminded him that it was his home, not yours. But Zeke had advised that the less conversation, the better.

You’d forgotten the open laptop you left on the nearby coffee table, and it immediately caught his attention. You nearly facepalmed yourself at your stupidity.

“Studio apartments five miles away. Is that really how far your plans are taking you?”

“What do you want, Levi?” you asked, exasperated.

The resolve in your tone surprised him, but nonetheless he tore his gaze away from your laptop, and returned it to you. 

“I wanted to talk to you.”

His voice was low and firm. It almost convinced you.

“You can talk to my lawyer.” Another response Zeke had taught you.

“You’re my wife,” he said louder, “I don’t need to talk to anyone else.”

You looked away from him. 

Right, this is why you wanted the divorce.

“Then talk.”

Levi cast you another poignant look before walking deeper into the apartment, turning into the kitchen.

You had no choice, so you followed the intruder, though what do you call the intruder of their own home?

Levi wasn’t one. He was the owner.

You watched as he went through the wine cabinet beside the double-doored refrigerator and grabbed two wine glasses from the top shelf.

“I ordered you Italian from your favorite restaurant. It should be here soon.” 

Your eyes widened as he made himself at home. Immediately you were by his side, as if you could stop him.

“Levi, you came here to talk. If you’re here for something else, you’ve got me mistaken.”

He poured his wine, sipped it, all the while ignoring you and your fearful gaze. He finally set the wineglass down and looked directly at you.

“You don’t really want to get divorced, do you?”

The question hit you like a punch in the gut.

“Excuse me?”

A ghost of a smirk appeared on Levi’s face as he stepped closer to you, quickly cornering you against the kitchen countertops.

“You’re not a gold digger, never were,” he said breathily, “I apologize for Erwin’s comments.” 

You grimaced at the half-assed apology, more so at the endearing tone he tried to mimic. How plausible was it that the blond held you in such low regard? For Erwin to say it so openly meant…

Levi took your hand and pressed a delicate kiss to your knuckles, as if to measure your reaction.

The way your breath caught in your throat told him everything he needed to know.

“You wanted some attention, hm? I’ve been so engrossed with work that you decided to pull this stunt in an effort to make me pay attention? Well, you’ve got it…”

“No,” you finally found your voice, “you’ve got it wrong. I-I’m leaving.” Levi tsked, disappointed at your response and tried to get you to meet his gaze.

“But you don’t want to.”

The thought that had been reeling in your head, finally voiced by the cause of all your troubles. Levi could tell he struck a nerve, that he was close to finally breaking you down, making you realize how stupid this all was.

It didn’t matter if you self-destructed, he’d be there to build you back up again. Like the pretty wife you were to him.

Levi leaned into you and you closed your eyes expecting a kiss. Instead, his lips hovered just inches from your ear.

“Now, I’ll ask again,” Levi’s baritone voice whispered so deliciously that your thighs closed in on themselves, only to find that his knee was already lodged between them, “Do you really want that divorce sweetheart?”

Every cell in your body screamed yes. 

It was the lonely nights waiting for him to come home from business meetings you could never verify. 

It was the codependency mistaken for love.

But then, Levi pulled back and locked eyes with you—those dark blue-gray eyes that looked at you with need. A need that hadn’t been there in a long time.

Your lips betrayed you. 

They lunged, pressing firmly onto his, desperate, frantic. Luckily for you, Levi kissed back with an equal fervor, until his hand came to grip your jaw and pulled you away. Your lips immediately missed the warmth of his own.

“Answer me.”

His other hand roamed, down your arm and landed on your hip bone to press your body onto his. 

You felt his own desire against you, hard and ready. 

“N-no,” you finally relented, eyes looking away from his in shame. You missed the way Levi leered at you. 

His hand slipped from your jaw, dug into his pocket, and dialed a number before glancing back at you.

You recognized it as Zeke’s number.

You know what he was looking for when he unfurled your fingers to place his phone in your hand. The dial tone crept up just as his lips began tracing along your jaw, down the column of your throat.

You gasped just as Zeke picked up and you gathered what’s left of your dignity.

“I’m calling off the divorce.” Levi pressed a tender kiss on your cheek.

Immediately, you were met with Zeke’s resistance. 

“Whose number are you using to call me? What happened to valuing your freedom?”

“I believe your client is telling you your services are no longer needed,” Levi finally interjected and you could feel your stomach drop. You heard Zeke let out a string of curses under his breath.

“Contact Erwin and I’ll take care of any pending payments she owes.”

And then, Levi hung up.

There went your way out. 

Yet, as Levi sunk to his knees in front of you, you couldn’t remember why you’d even wanted the divorce in the first place.

“Now,” he said breathily, deft fingers coming to dig into the hem of your pants, “onto more pressing matters.”

Levi was nothing if not tactful, slowly bringing your pants down to your ankles before you made the deliberate choice of stepping out of them. He gave you the freedom of choice, what a gentleman.

Hands came to fondle at your hips, thighs, before he averted his gaze and pressed kisses onto your legs, thighs, and then higher. 

You practically whimpered when his lips came to kiss your clothed heat, tongue darting out to taste you. 

“It’s been too long,” you heard him say breathily as he grabbed the hands at your sides to allocate them where they belonged—on his head, your fingers instinctively locking into raven tendrils of clean hair. 

The way Levi pulled your panties down is less gentle, but you didn’t mind as you felt his breath on your bare cunt. 

“I’ll make you cum in our kitchen before we go to our bed.”

You barely registered the string of filth he said when his tongue dove into you, lapping at you like a man starved. You cried out his name, body leaning over his as you’d shut your eyes tight.

The hands at your hips forced you away from the countertop, and arched your pussy further into his face, making it easier for him to get his fill of you. Normally, your sense of self-preservation made him eating you out difficult, afraid of making the wrong faces, the wrong sounds; this time around, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

Is this what freedom feels like? 

Like the wet tongue of the man bringing you to ruin?

You don’t even remember the freedom you were chasing before this glorious moment.

When Levi brought the flat of his tongue onto your clit, your mind short-circuited. Never mind the way he quietly sank two fingers into you, immediately finding their way to that soft swell of the button that had you seeing stars.

Your strained lower back from being jutted against the countertop, plus the shakiness of your thighs made your legs give out, but Levi held you up, preventing you from falling. He pulled away from your sensitive heat, a string of your wetness at the tip of his tongue that snapped when he looked at you.

Where you should feel disgusted, you only feel heavenly.

It only intensifies when his thumb started pressing into your clit, while his index and middle finger toyed with your insides.

“You love me,” he groaned breathily into your ear before kissing your earlobe, “and you’re going to cum for me. Be a good wife.”

You couldn’t help the way you cried out, a sob coming from deep in your throat, your body answering his demand quickly. Your hands pulled, hips moving in wild abandon as you searched for your orgasm on Levi’s fingers. Just as you find it, Levi pulled his fingers away, replacing it with tongue, drinking up the essence of your climax. Levi locked eyes with you—his gaze was intoxicating.

When the elevator dinged again, Levi made quick work of picking up your underwear and pants and fixed them up haphazardly. You were still too pleasure-stricken to respond.

“Mr. Ackerman.” 

Ah yes, perfect timing. It was hot blondie from reception. “Your delivery is here.” 

From where you stood, you didn’t miss the way she tried to peer into the apartment, soaking in the scenery.

Levi didn’t acknowledge her.

“Make sure no one comes up. I’ll be busy with my wife, I don’t want any interruptions.”

He took the bag of delivery without another word and ushered her away.

You felt pride where you shouldn’t.

Until Levi looked back at you. Then, that spiraling feeling of anxiety filled you. But he silenced those thoughts in your head with a single soft caress against your cheek.

“Levi, I—” you couldn’t get the words out. He kissed you with a softness that felt foreign, and you relented one more time. 

One more time can’t hurt.

Past the living room, den, and office, Levi whispered sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you, plunging into you slowly, deliberately. He fucked you until he was the only thing on your mind—when the thoughts of leaving him were far from your head.

Fucked you until he was sure you’re so full of his cum that your pretty womb would swell with his baby.

You didn’t need to know that he’d snuck into this very penthouse several times over to replace your birth control pills with nothing but sugar pills. 

Levi relented when you asked for more.

He’ll make sure you never find out.

[zuko-always-lies]

@zuko-always-lies Really? azula called ty lee a tease, ignorant, she threatened her life to join her, she called her and mai by fools and told the guards to throw them away to rot in jail and she also said she doesn't want to see their faces again, in the (azula in the spirit temple) azula calls the illusion of ty lee (you were a nobody circus freak perorming for peasants), so zuko is not the only one who called her a circus freak, al though zuko was in stress and trauma and it annoyed him when ty lee assumed things she did not know about his family, everyone were fighting in the beach episode, ty lee did not want t capture zuko, azula forced her to do it, because she views her as her inferior underling, in the flashback azula literally pushes ty lee to the ground and laughs at her out of jealousy, because she can't resist mot being best at everything,

Moments ago when ty lee says she is freezing, zuko smiles at her and decides to make a fire based on her request, which implies he cares about ty lee, and its clear ty lee sees zuko as a better person than azula, and Iam pretty sure if ty lee tried to interfere with azula's business too(like her mother issues), by telling her that she thinks azula cares about her mother, azula would lash out at her too and would even do worse, +zuko didn't try to pick a fight between mai and ty lee, mai suddenly stepped in complaining ty lee about her attention issues @aronset

Azula being a bad friend doesn't excuse Zuko treating Ty Lee like dirt. The series is pretty clear he does not think of her as a friend. Perhaps not being Zuko's friend is a good thing for her, since we see from the series finale and Zuko's little stunt with Aang that Zuko is willing to violently attack his friends to terrify them into submission.

Ty Lee demonstrated zero opposition to the idea of trying to capture Zuko. She didn't want to leave her life at the circus, but it had nothing to do with Zuko. In fact Azula doesn't even mention that they'll be hunting Zuko before Ty Lee refuses, and at the end of the episode:

Mai: So, we're tracking down your brother and Uncle, huh? Ty Lee: [Turning to Mai.] It'll be interesting seeing Zuko again, [Teasing.] won't it, Mai?

In Boiling Rock, Ty Lee basically volunteers herself to try to capture Zuko & Co., without Azula having to speak a single word.

Also, Mai and Ty Lee committed high treason in front of dozens of witnesses. It was a very "foolish" thing to do, and what was Azula supposed to do about it? Let them run free so that they could link up with the people trying to kill her father?

Also, Zuko having a sad life doesn't mean he gets to be a jerk.

Mai: [Close-up; sarcastically.] Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you. Zuko: [Aerial view of campsite. Walking up to the campfire.] I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feelings bottled up inside. [Frontal view.] [Ty Lee] just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that?

He did encourage Mai to go off on Ty Lee.

its clear ty lee sees zuko as a better person than azula, and

Based on what? Why would she think that? When has Zuko ever shown moral fiber in front of her? She's not a particular moral person, but Zuko has never really done anything that

Iam pretty sure if ty lee tried to interfere with azula's business too(like her mother issues), by telling her that she thinks azula cares about her mother, azula would lash out at her too and would even do worse,

You're assuming Ty Lee thinks Ursa cared about Azula, which is a huge assumption. In any case, you're coming up with a hypothetical situation which we have no way of knowing how Azula would react to justify hating on Azula. Guess how we do know spent the entire campfire scene eager to jump down Ty Lee's throat at the slightest excuse? Zuko. You're projecting Zuko's behavior, onto Azula.

I can't overstate how bad this bio of Ty Lee (from Wan Shi Tongs Adventure guide for the RPG) is. The "sisters loved each other dearly"? "Ty Lee's loyalty to Azula was tested many times"? (Like when?) "Azula callously put her and Mai in harm's way" with zero mention that Azula was always sharing the risks and that might effect how Ty Lee feels about things? Ty Lee betrayed Azula to defend Zuko? Zero mention of Ty Lee being mean and amoral?

[trustywukkiii]

TO SHARE A BED [SFW Laios x Reader Aftercare]

author’s note — based off a tiktok comment (by rinnulop) talking about how listening to laios infodump about monsters would be the best form of aftercare. agreed with it so hard i wanted to write about it.

content — sfw, laios x gn!reader, aftercare, infodumping

Laios wasn’t too much of an expert at the social nuances of sharing a bed with someone. He’s definitely not perfect nor too experienced, but god would he try his best for you.

After it all, when you’re both catching your breaths, Laios would always be the first to check up on you. Whether he’s on top or bottom, he takes a second to cup your face and repeatedly asks you if you’re okay. He trusts you to tell him the truth, if you’re hurt, or exhausted, he’ll take it to heart.

No matter the outcome, he’ll treat you so so gently and delicately. He’s a little stiff with praise, but he’ll try every possible act of affection that he’s learned from living creatures on you. He’ll hold your hand like the Living Armor, or nuzzle into your neck to leave his scent like a cat. However, he’ll never be too shy for forehead kisses, starting from the temple, down to the bridge of your nose, and even towards your jaw. If he finds a mark he left on you, he’ll do everything to soothe the area and kiss it too.

After a nice bath and a change of clean clothing, Laios settles you into the bed in his arms. You don’t notice it too often because you’re so sleepy, but Laios tends to examine your body. He tries so hard to apply his knowledge of monster behavior to how humans act. He checks your breathing, your scent— god, he’ll check everything because he wants to learn how to be aware of every detail. He doesn’t want to miss a thing and risk misinterpreting anything again.

You could hear the gears in his mind spinning (or rather, the little whispers he lets out under his breath), and reassure him. You lean your head against his shoulder and close your eyes. “Laios, could you tell me about some monsters?”

If you were going to bed, the very thing you wanted to hear before falling asleep would be his voice in delicate hopes that you hear him in your dreams too.

The first time you ever requested such a thing, Laios didn’t quite understand why. But he never hesitated. He wraps you both in a blanket and starts uttering about shapeshifters. He goes on and on about how they read people’s perceptions of others, and as you’re slowly drifting to sleep, he’s reminded of the monster’s fur, whose texture could never compare to the softness of your touch.

Every night you ask him to infodump, he does so with a big genuine smile. Every night, he tells you about a different monster with the brightest gleam in his eyes. And every night, he’s grateful to share a bed with you, in this space he finally feels at home.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Inspired by this song˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ tw: obsessive behavior. Request by @shintaru

You have no idea how this happened but you were on the playground with Kwon Hyuk, your rival, man you (should) despise, Sabbath crew's Grim Reaper and crazy psychopath that somehow got fixated on you.

Now, you were just sitting on your bike, hands in pockets, nothing to control bike with but your legs. Chewing gum in your mouth as you tried your best to ignore the unwelcome presence beside you.

"Wow, you can balance yourself for 30 seconds." The chill voice of male reached your ears and there was the infamous Grim Reaper, sitting on his legs while observing everything you did on your bike like you were some kind of lab rat and he - crazy scientist. Talk about crazy...

This is the same guy who almost murdered you in the race but just because you managed to escape him, survive and win against him, his twisted obsession towards you only grew.

"What are you even doing here?" You asked him, already tired by him.

"Hm? I always come to this playground when I want to show off tricks." He answered with shrug of his shoulders, his voice as chill as ever.

"And how come every single place I go to is the place you always go to?!" You questioned him again, this time with clear frustration. Does this jerk think you're stupid?!

His reaction - smirk slowly dragging on his lips while he said "coincidence." - pissed you off even more. How could this so-called coincidence happen ten times already in just a month at that?!

He was enigma, he was creepy, and you hoped his interest in you were only for cycling purposes and nothing else, otherwise you would seriously call the police on him. Not like he shouldn't be at police station already due to how he rides...

Hyuk stood up, his legs have slightly gone numb by now so he gave it time to fade away. Then he looked at you again, tilting his head to left side a bit. "Let's do stunts together. I'll show you few and if you'll manage to do all of them-"

"I don't want that." You cut him off and right in that moment, you could see confusion creeping up in his eyes, the quiet "what?" leaving his mouth. You repeated it for him. "I don't want to do such things with you."

He scoffed. "What such things?"

"Like stunts-"

"It's not like I'm asking you to have sex with me."

You froze at that, your mouth hanging open but no sound would come out. While he - on the other hand - was so chill like he didn't just altered your brain chemistry in the moment of shock. "What...the fuck?" You finally regained your ability to speak.

"Hm?" He raised his eyebrow at you then tilted his head to right side, playing dumb or he was actually dumb...

"Dude, I..." You let out deep breath to calm your nerves down, which didn't help at all. "I don't even want to waste a second with you. Why do you think I would want to do stunts with you? It's not like we're friends or anything so can you just fuck off and stop acting like we're close?"

"But-"

"But what? I never even told you that I was comfortable with you following me around and asking me to race you or turn my normal days into games of survival! So with all due respect, which is none, I won't do shit with you and even more disrespectfully,stop acting like obsessed pervert with mental disorder." You finally finished and catched your breath. But now that you let everything you wanted to say out, you realized you came off ruder than you intended to. His confused face made you wish to take back the words you just said-

He lowered his head down and for a moment, you thought he got upset but he just...laughed. His shoulders shaking in the intensity of his laughter, his smirk sickingly stretched on his lips - you'd think somebody ripped his mouth apart. "God..." He spoke but paused due to his uncontrollable laughter. "...I wasn't expecting an outburst but I'm not complaining. You should at least be like this to make it fun for me."

Nevermind. You don't regret anything you said. You crunched your nose in disgust and glared at him like he offended your family tree. "You're so fucking twisted."

He ignores that comment and just gets to his point again. "You can do keospin, right?"

Seeing how he's giving you no room to refuse, you nodded your head, even thought your jaw is clenched tight and vein is popping on your forehead.

"Ah, great. So I can skip basics with you." He mumbled to himself, while his finger rest on his bottom lip, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

This son of a-

That day definitely went differently than you expected to. Maybe mostly because you haven't done so many stunts & tricks all together at once in just few hours but certain black haired poltergeist-like guy kept pushing you to your limits, smirking like a damn predator when he would be satisfied with your skills.

"That's not even fixie trick, that's fucking parkour, you prick!!!"

"Oh, oops?"

Oh god, you were so done with him.

[cutielando]

is mclaren the new redbull?

i've been holding my tongue a whole lot ever since the beginning of the season, but Miami has just made me lose it.

mclaren seriously needs to get a grip and get their priorities straight. ever since australia, they have done nothing but fuck up lando's races with shitty strategy calls, missed pitstop opportunities and stupid radio messages.

yesterday, after the whole turn 2 fiasco between max and lando (which max should have received a penalty for), zak brown went on to give an interview after the race to say that he respects max and to keep defending him? over his own driver? excuse me?

mclaren would be nothing without him. he bleeds papaya, he is loyal to that team beyond belief when, maybe, he shouldn't have been.

he's helped rebuild that team, sacrificed years of his career (from 2019 to the second half of the 2023 season) driving a fucking tractor, all while helping mclaren find their path again and come to have the best fucking car on the grid. need i remind them, if lando hadn't been so focused and calm during the Abu Dhabi GP last year, mclaren wouldn't be champions? oscar got taken out of the contention for a win because of max, everything was riding on lando and he delivered an absolutely amazing performance.

how can you even say that oscar is a better driver than lando when he came to the team when they were already finding their footing? he only had a bad car for half a season in 2023, whereas lando drove a tractor for almost 4 and a half years. how can you say that????

i like oscar, believe me, i do, but this is not fair. backing him up and doing everything in your power to prioritize oscar's race and hanging lando out to dry? in jeddah, lando was looking to extend his first sting, having just taken the lead and finally driving in free air, and then what happens? oscar complains about the dirty air from lando and mclaren pit him, therefore oscar becoming the leader once again and winning the race.

this is not fucking fair, and this shouldn't be a thing. the whole "two number 1 drivers" mentality is bullshit and is going to end up doing more harm than good. if you keep saying that you have two very good drivers, then you should also give them the same treatment.

even andrea stella has said in an interview yesterday that lando was the fastest car of the two during the entire race, and yet here zak is, kissing oscar's ass and backing up max????? who singlehandedly ruined lando's race when he pushed him wide at the start of the gp?

i can understand why adam norris looked so mad and disgruntled by zak brown the entire weekend he's been here. i hope lando doesn't renew his contract once this one runs out.

he deserves a better team. he deserves a team that backs him up, that speaks up for him, that defends him from all the hate he gets for his mental health struggles and constantly being belittled in comparison to oscar.

this is not fair. this behavior is not fair.

things have been very shady at mclaren for a good while now, and it seems shit is getting even worse right now.

lando is clearly on his own. his team treats oscar like a king, while treating lando as if he was a rookie. LANDO BUILT THE TEAM AND HELPED THEM REGAIN THEIR DOMINACY.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS ON ABOUT?

i am very sorry that i am saying this, but if lando wants a fair and clean chance at a WDC, he needs to leave mclaren.

that team is not going to help him achieve his dream.

that team is nothing anymore.

[yanderes-galore]

Undead whoever fits this best (I'm not an rdr fan but this fits so well with them, so sorry about not knowing the characters!)

🥀17. "I'll hunt you down in every life."

Sure! Did a poll a while back for who people wanted. Turns out, people want Zombie Arthur. So here he is :)

Yandere! Zombie! Arthur Morgan Prompt 🥀 17

"I'll hunt you down in every life."

Pairing: Dubious

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Gore, Grotesque descriptions, Zombie x Human, Stalking, Forced companionship.

You remember Arthur. How could you not, nearly every person who was part of the Van Der Linde gang did. Arthur could be either a kind man or a ruthless murderer when he wanted to be.

Yet with you, your bond was much more... complex.

Your bond with Arthur was overall positive. He helped you during your time in the gang. You were younger than him... but he always seemed like a mentor to you...

Until he started being weird.

Arthur had originally been a good and caring man to you. That is until it became too much. He rarely allowed you any independence.

The man tracked you downright everywhere. It didn't matter that you were an adult who could take care of themselves or not. Arthur insisted on following you.

You had no doubt he did it because he loved and cared for you in some sort of way... but it began causing rifts because he kept making it strange.

You always felt eyes on you. He was always around. Towards anyone else around you? He was downright threatening.

It was like you had your own personal hound following you. Nothing ever got past Arthur. It was suffocating when you were younger....

"I'll hunt you down in every life." He had told you, "Nothing will ever take you away from me, sweetheart... I'll make sure of it."

You just assumed he was saying that... just being dramatic with his protective behavior....

When he was gone... you felt some relief... and yet...

Arthur's fate felt depressing to you. Most of the gang's fates felt like that. The survivors, what little there were, scattered...

The rest were dead as far as you know.

You had heard of Arthur's death through whispers. It's said he either died of consumption... or in a gunfight. You didn't expect his death to affect you as much as it did after the rift between you...

Yet you still spent a long time crying.

Years had passed since then. You have managed to make a life for yourself since then. It's simple... hunting, fishing, selling your catches....

You even live in the woods in a cabin you had built. It's a decent living. The isolation in nature brings you comfort, it reminds you of your time in the gang.

But, admittedly, you've been quite worried about recent news drifting around towns lately.

A new illness has been making the rounds lately. One said to make the dead walk again. However... that sounded like a rumor to you.

It was probably just some grotesque big that makes you look undead. Still, that alone sounds disgusting. Oh well, you'll try to be extra careful.

That was until you started experiencing it yourself.

You had encountered your first undead while riding on your horse. You originally approached to see if they needed help... only to be snarled at as they tried to bite you. You ended up shooting it in the head, riding off before it could get up again.

As time passed, the apocalypse began. You had been roaming the lands for the past few months to communicate with other survivors and search for supplies. It has become your new normal.

It's been years since you've felt watched. However, even if you were, you're too focused on the undead to care. With the amount of decomposing corpses roaming around... feeling like you're being watched isn't out of the ordinary.

Although... You never truly felt the same after riding through East Grizzlies.

You had rode your horse through there to speak with another survivor settlement. For a while... you always felt you were being watched when going through there. You had originally just assumed it was bandits and kept your gun at the ready.

Then... soon it wasn't just in that area anymore. You began to feel the feeling at night... or soon after reaching another settlement. The feeling followed you... could it just be the nerves...? It feels too...

Familiar....

With the undead rising, anything is possible. There's bandits out here... the undead... anything is a threat to you. Maybe you're just... over thinking.

Until he appeared.

For the most part it had been a calm evening. You were riding back to your base to rest for the night, your horse galloping across the dirt paths. Everything felt... oddly at ease.

That is until your horse begins to rear at a distant sound, bucking you onto the ground.

You grunt in pain as your horse runs off. You then pull yourself to your feet, beginning to run off after your horse. Of course... things are simply too calm....

You begin to chase your horse across the fields, pausing to catch your breath beside a tree on the outskirts of the woods. You sigh... fatigued from your earlier activities in the day. Why must you chase your horse now...?

You're quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a guttural noise. Your heart beats faster at the familiar smell of decay. You tense... trying to push yourself off the tree...

Only to feel something hit you to the ground.

You gasp harshly, once again colliding with the dirt. You quickly reach to grab your holstered revolver, only for a decaying hand to hold you still. You feel decomposition hit your skin... making you look up at your attacker.

You barely stifle the scream in your throat when you realize who it was...

The rotting corpse of Arthur Morgan gives you a lopsided grin as he keeps you pinned to the ground.

"Told... you... didn't... I...?" He managed to say, a blackish ichor dripping from his mouth and body...

"I... said... I'd... find... you...." Arthur attempts to coo at you, yet it only spits more rotten blood at you.

"Missed... me...?" He asks you, oblivious to your horrified expression.

This encounter has sealed your fate. If you weren't infected... then you certainly had consumption.

He had ended your fight for survival....

You weakly struggle, but due to your previous fatigue... you can't bring yourself to fight.

You were doomed anyways, weren't you?

Maybe Arthur knew that... considering the grin he gives...

"Now... you'll... be... all... mine..." Arthur drawls, pulling you close as you suppress the need to vomit...

"My... sweetheart... forever...."

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Hello! 🙃 May I request platonic yandere Twilight Link with fae reader?

Absolutely! I went on a rampage on this one, thanks for the request!

Notes: I took this in a more LoZ version since I felt it was fitting, hope you don't mind.

But with headcanons ofc ofc.

Link needs therapy but he doesn't know what that is.

I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE ISTG

TWs: Creepy Link, platonical yanderism, kidnapping (twice).

Platonic! Yandere! TP! Link x Reader

Demoted from fae to emotional support plant, a oneshot.

Link was a very friendly guy.

As rough of a job as he had — before, during and after his fate hit him like a meteor — he still kept himself very gentle.

Lifting his tone and being aggressive wasn't his thing, even though he was technically still a wolf at heart. He had a heavily sheepish behavior in his day to day life.

He had no enemies, only friends, all scattered throughout Hyrule.

Still, more often than not, he was alone at his home.

He still lived near Ordon, but his house, as always, was just outside of the small village.

It was more practical for several reasons, however, as the kids from the village grew up, he didn't get as many visits.

Ilia, the only one who used to be his age — and therefore his best, and only friend — also had other things to worry about, especially since the whole event of her memories being gone. Their relationship just hadn't been the same since, besides, he wasn't exactly the best with heartfelt things either.

And he was shy. There was also that.

Yeah, he was already an introvert who didn't speak much. After the prolonged time not interacting with humans, that trait of his only became worse.

Yes, asking Rusl for help was a possibility, but inherently the worst of them, considering he'd probably end up making said information purposely get shared around Ordon to try and help.

It wasn’t the best help, in Link's opinion.

He felt absolutely lost. More unsure what to do now than ever.

How in Hylia's name is human interaction so much more difficult than defeating Ganon and becoming a monster in the process?

Sometimes, it felt like his social skills had been whiffed out of existence along with Midna, the only other friend he had after Ilia. And probably the one person he never expected to meet, or ever get as attached as he got.

And then one day, when bringing Epona to the spring to drink, he found another impish thing to fill his life with again.

Colin was visiting the other day — the kid came over sometimes, sweet as he had once seen himself be — and had gotten used to filling the silence with his own voice sometimes, when Link couldn't get himself to do it. He rarely ever did it, but that day he was rambling about something along the lines of a tree sprout he had planted by Ordon spring.

“It's like a baby tree, it's like… As tall as me.” He grinned, overly happy at his own tale. The Goddesses bless his heart.

“It fell from someone's backpack when I was walking by the woods, he must have been distracted because he didn't seem to notice me calling. The vase broke, so I had to replant it… It was pretty though, too bad it broke.”

That was… About all Link could remember him saying.

Maybe he should have paid closer attention.

The tree still looked small, and also out of place around all the sand, so did the little creature besides it.

They definitely weren't hylian, the feeling of their eyes on him felt brought the same feeling of a fairy's healing. Link supposed that wasn't the norm with most creatures he's ever met.

“So… You're stuck here?” It felt more like an affirmation, seeing the frustrated look on your face.

You confirmed it with a simple nod. A yes wasn't even necessary when your face said enough. You could have guessed the feelings you must have irradiated that moment.

You were connected to the tree recently planted by the spring, no way of getting much far from it without fading away entirely.

The decision of explaining that to Link — the friendly hylian you had just met and decided to trust — may have been called naive by the elder trees around the forest you used to live at, but they weren't here now, were they?

It brought you to tears, slightly acidic sap drops falling on his tunic, which he didn't seem to mind that much.

You didn't want to talk about anything else after that, which forced Link to use his own mind to decipher the rest of the story, and what could have brought you here.

The broken vase was the next thing to come to his attention.

Link didn't have any problem finding it, maybe that came from his need for closure, or maybe his undesired obsession to always help and save even if people didn't ask for it.

Broken green porcelain all over the grass, dirt half covering it even if it wasn't there for that long, almost as if earth itself was reclaiming the piece, which was understandable when he started assembling it all together.

There were little golden accents all over it, which glowed like a trick of the light, regardless of the actual ambient around it. The thing irradiated magic, maybe even more than you did.

Just enough magic to contain you. Link guessed, he hoped it was just his experience with magic talking to him, and not his actual feelings about this piece.

You had mixed feelings when you saw the nice hylian man come back with the same vase you were once trapped in, all the once shattered pieces now glued together once more.

“I'll bring you back to your…” He paused, the gentle smile fading just slightly with confusion, apparently you hadn't really explained where exactly you had been taken from.

“You can call it family, we aren't related, but we're all the same, in a way.” For a second, you wondered how the youngest taken along with you were, and if they had been half as lucky as you.

“Well. You won't be alone anymore.” He promised, his smile coming back to light.

For one, you were happy when he told you the plan, even though a little part of you felt uneasy about going there again, your fragilized roots having to be dug up all over again and cramped into that container.

But you couldn’t complain, just hover over him, worried his rough hands would rip apart something accidentally on the way.

Surprisingly, that didn't happen. He was as gentle as his words, even if he didn't look the part.

“Are you ready for the trip now?” You asked Link first thing in the morning after the third day in his house.

It wasn't that he was a bad host, no, he was all hospitality ever since he brought you to his house.

But it had been three days since he brought you there and put your tree by the window, saying he was just gonna need to prepare for the trip back to your home.

But you never really saw him doing much other than normal house chores. And you watched him a lot.

You got to explore the little house while your tree got all the sun and water it needed, and he offered you sweets too as you roamed around, but you couldn't get far enough from your tree to see outside of the house, so you spent most of your day with him, and he spent most of his day with you.

Link seemed lonely, you could feel it as well as see it. The feeling clung to the walls and extended over the living room like shadows.

And you wished you could help, but it wasn't the type of thing you could cure. At least not so far from your land.

Sometimes you mentioned that to him, pointed out the problem and your ability to cure it. Link smiled, but seemed to brush it off. Not in a sad way, but more in a way that made you feel like he thought you were too young to know better.

You couldn't count the days very well, but you were fairly sure a bit of time had gone by, Link's hair had grown!

“Your hair doesn't change much.” He commented, looking at you once as he used a dagger to chop some of the strands off, letting the dark blond fall to the ground.

“I age slowly, like the tree does.” I pointed to my tree, it's healthy leaves swaying slowly in the breeze coming from the open window.

“Oh.”

It was a bit obvious, you guessed. Link still didn't go silent, though. He seemed a lot more chatty these days anyways.

“How old are you now, then?”

That one you didn't know how to respond to.

“We don't count days as hylians do…”

That didn't seem to be enough to sate his curiosity about you, though. If anything, his eyes looked even more searching now, even in his silence.

“That's good, actually…” He set the dagger down after finishing, the metal clanking quietly on the wooden table as he went to fetch water for your tree.

You thought you were getting better at reading and understanding his emotions and half finished comments, but that one left you feeling like something was incorrect.

“Now it makes sense why you don't seem to realize how long you have really been here for.” His smile wasn't any less soft, but it was heavy in a way, that one type people usually did when they already expected backlash.

“I thought you said…” Three days, wasn't it?

“You don't worry about that.” He patted your head as he walked past, the water sloshing in the wooden bowl he carried over to the vase by the window, his hands gentle with the motions.

“I've thought about it…” He kept talking, and you clung onto his every word, curious as much as you were patient, almost desperate for his response. You hoped you were wrong about the negative assumptions you were imagining lately. “You said I was lonely, didn't you?”

Naive, was what you were.

“Yes, I can cure it–” You promised it back then, and you tried to remind him of it, but he interrupted you.

“Yes, and you did, and I'm eternally grateful to you for it.”

Maybe he didn't understand what you really meant by literal healing. He didn't let you try to explain it, though, holding up a hand.

“You're healing me by being here, don't you get it? You can't leave.”

“And I promised you something too. You won't be alone again.” He paused. “And neither will I.”

“...Now, if you don't mind, your tree roots are getting too cramped in that vase, be a dear and help me plant it in the garden.”

The soil was rich outside, and there weren't any fences. Not that they were needed. You knew you couldn't go far anyway.

You had made an oath to make sure you'd come back home in exchange for his healing... And in turn, he'd gone and found the loophole in it.

[dsierie]

Lies, He Likes

yandere Hawks—he likes to keep lying to you.

pairing: yandere keigo takami (hawks) x farmer!reader

tw: gaslighting, victim-blaming, stalking

word count: 2.7k

    “Keigo? Ya ain’t supposed to be here ya know? daddy’ll get mad at you again. He doesn’t tolerate hardheaded boys like you.” you huffed. “C’mon. Sit down here.”

    You tapped on the wooden bench after swiping away the molecular debris bathing in the sun. Keigo followed, his wings closing as he walked up to you with a nonchalant nimbus.

    “Who cares? I can just quickly fly away from him. I’m the fastest birdie in this town in case you forgot!” A smug smile rests on his baby face as he puffs with confidence — showcasing the large pair of wings emerging from his back. Its bright red tint intensifies as the light from the sun refracts through its compacted feathers.

    His amiable nature was almost as intrinsic as it came like his wide, red wings. There was always that smile plastered on his face that you had gotten accustomed to for having to see him multiple times in a week for years after your family had moved into town. Keigo’s a very sweet child, you had no qualms about that.

    There was no help in getting you to erupt a laugh at his silly behavior; besides, even if it was his face, a smile would curve every time. He joins your laughing fit a little after being caught off-guard, blinking in a discombobulated manner like a kid when it comes to Mathematics.

    The union of laughs slowly dispersed, taken over by a dead silence. A swift shift in the ambience was all it took for you to become morbidly depressed once more, bereft from the sweet happiness from Keigo. It didn’t take for him to utilize his sharp senses to figure out your current feelings.

    His eyes travel down to your hands, sharpening as he takes note of your faint fiddling.  “Y’know. I’m almost turnin’ six. Daddy’s doubtin’ if I’ll ever get my quirk.”

    A frown enraptures your face. “All the doctors we’ve gone to have said the same thing too. I just have to wait for my quirk.”

    Leaning against the bench, your sight fell to the gorgeous sunset with its aureate shades. You feel yourself sinking deeper into your seat as the sun dipped further into the horizon. It would have been so good if you could just pull your quirk out from this stupid sunset.

    sigh. “But I don’t know. It’s so hard to keep myself from doubtin’. People always say I should believe.. it’s easy for’m to say that. They already got their quirks.”

    In a sudden movement, he grasps your hands into his. His grip has a tender sensation that subtly massages the stress out of you, leading your eyes from the tips of his fingers to the crease between his brows. The small twinkle in his eyes shouts his desperation, but his lingering emotions tell something else.

    “[name]. Trust me when I say this. I know you’ll manifest your quirk soon.” He says through locked eyes. “I’m holding your hands, aren’t I?”

    “Well.. Yeah.”

    “So... don’t ever let that frown get the best of your pretty face, okay? It doesn’t suit you and never will.”

“You.. you think I’m pretty?”

    “Anybody on this planet would have thought so the moment they laid their eyes on you, [name].”

    The dim fire in your soul, for once after many months of being with him, was finally enlightened. You know it too. It was seeping into your blood circulation and raided your entire internal system, a conflict raised within the marrows of your bones when that very same fire had already filled your body and soul and was spreading over the hand sandwiching yours like a plague.

    It can be seen within his eyes, filled so much with hostility yet so much light. His black pupils dilate inconspicuously at that same moment you drown into the rocky layers of his dirt eyes. The way the edge of his lips faintly twitched up that slowly displayed his adorable smile lines.

    He was experiencing something so trite and unique coming from the source of his constant desire, and it was intensified by the sheer glee you felt at that moment.

    Your father often brings up how special you look to him as he dances with you in the living room, and that he’ll always fall in love with you every time because you were his special little baby. The neighbors coo at your soft features, that your face was definitely a carbon copy of your father. But whatever they said to you had yet to reach the level of happiness you felt when you heard the same boy your father was not fond of refer to you as pretty.

    It could never compare to it. The raw emotion swirling in your soul shows how much it wounded you.

    “Keigo?”

    “Yeah?”

    The two of you had separated and leaned against the bench, watching the sun float down to rest. A mixture of purple and orange hues painted the skies with an ethereal beauty an artist wished to capture its essence.

    “Thank you. You were so sweet to say it to me.”

    It was heavy in your chest when you ran that moment in your thoughts again. A blooming friendship killed in season for no concrete reason, just the absence of his presence that flashes in your mind every once in a while.

    Time passes in an instant and now it has been more than a decade since you’ve activated your quirk. Dead memories of him torment you more than his recent debut as a pro hero confidently fleeing with the serene clouds up in the skies.

    He might have achieved his dream already. Without you too. His empty promises stabbed you in the heart, and what twisted it was the fact that you were gullible to believe you would be there by his side always.

    You couldn’t.

    You remained in your father’s farm to help him handle it due to his old age. It was better than sulking for some stupid broken promises. Your quirk was rather useful in your father’s fields too—from the food down to the soil.

    After Hawks vanished as though he never existed in the first place, you and your daddy arranged an appointment with your doctor. Your quirk had manifested, and the doctor explained a rough idea of how it should work.

    Your quirk was magnify; it’s the ability to enhance a part of an object. For instance, if you touch the hand of somebody in love, their feelings will intensify. It does not work on quirks, unfortunately. Additionally, you’d develop migraines whenever you overexert it and might be bedridden for a day or two.

    Starting from that moment, you trained your quirk to its limits, brainstormed alternative ways to use it, and attempted those theories. Some were successful, while others—you tried your best.

    It proved itself to be useful in your daddy’s farm and you didn’t regret having to be in the safest place in the world. It was quiet and simple. Didn’t have any prerequisites to just survive and you were honestly thriving in your home.

    You sighed in the early rays of the cheeky sunrise. It was too early to see that old face in the television with an accomplished life and new dreams stemming from his milestones. His wings have brought him to the dusty clouds of your shared mountain, while your fists grasp onto whatever rock was there to push you above.

    A routine you looked up to was now soured. Around these hours, you’re supposed to check on the farm animals. The chickens were due to lay their eggs today, the pigs and horses supposed to be fed, and the sheep in your barn you first have to wake up so it would accompany you throughout your day.

    He wasn’t exactly a dog, but he’s got the spirit of one. Loyal and helpful, can also help relieve your anxiety and stress while being a comedic baldy when getting his wool sheared.

    You knelt on one knee before petting him and peppering him with morning kisses, a routine you slowly developed from nowhere.

    “The only handsome guy I’ll ever give a sweet kiss to.”

    He leaned closer to your touch. Your soul felt more light than before, and your tarnished mood was instantly built again. Sometimes, a girl’s best friend is just a dog under the disguise of a sheep who is sweet.

    “Okay now. I’ll give you more scratches after we do everythin’, alright? We need to start our mornin’ fresh and early, Shawn.”

    You could feel his internal whine through his short onomatopoeia, giggling at his silliness as he trails behind you.

    Upon marching your way to the chickens’ coop, you hear a rustle near the tall trees you passed by. Both you and Shawn looked at it suspiciously, but only one remains to keep eyeing it while the other brushes it off—believing it was some bird they disturbed.

    You looked back after noticing Shawn wasn’t catching up to you. “Shawn! What’re you doing there?”

    He doesn’t listen to you, but blankly gapes at a particular tree. It was eerie how he did it out of the blue, because usually he wouldn’t do this unless there was something lurking in the shadows.

    “Shawn..? C’mon, boy. There ain’t nothin’ in that tree.” you hear flaps and rustles from that tree again. “See? It’s goin’ away now.”

    The sheep advances slowly, while keeping an eye on the trees. He dismisses it anyways as he comes running into your arms.

    “Y’know, boy. You should stop freakin’ me out like that.” you leaned into his height and raked your fingers into his curls.

    Baaa.

    “I know, I know.” you stand, returning to the pathway leading to the chickens.

    Entering through the fenced gate, you locked it up again to prevent any chickens from escaping their home. They were already up and going, playing with each other or hooting on the roofs of their coop.

    They quickly trail after you as soon as they hear the familiar noise of their food being held. They gather around you, ready to devour the food you were about to give out.

    After you activated your quirk, you tossed it around the ground, moving from one spot to another. It was after you decided to check up on their hays to see if they had laid any eggs.

    To your luck, there were. You collected them on your little basket, whistling a tune your father used to do often.

    Unbeknownst to you, Shawn—which remained outside of the fence waiting for you—suddenly blurted another one of his shenanigans out of the blue, causing you to be alarmed and ran over to his spot.

    What you didn’t know is that your Shawn was actually the perpetrator no matter how quaint his sheep noise was. And your gullible self remained standing as the victim tried to push Shawn away with his enormous red wings.

    You doubted yourself. Should you help him or not? Maybe you should continue collectin’ the eggs.

    His voice was what broke you out of your abstract trance, and having to catch an eye contact with his scarred eyes. There was a lot that said about his eyes no matter how laid back it appears to be, something you couldn’t pinpoint.

    You’d always think about it too every time he’d be on one of the channels in the television. An insincere longing for something, someone. His eyes exploiting his thoughts even if it was hazy with his orange glasses, you could see it even in your dreams.

    An empty obsession, was it? or perhaps, his love?

    “[name]!! your sheep is so scary!”

    He hides behind your back, concealing himself from your man’s peripheral. Your violently harmless sheep walked away with an attitude though, as soon as he knew he couldn’t do anything to Hawks anymore.

    “Yeah, stop touchin’ me with ya filthy hands.” you yanked your arm from his fingertips. “Why’d you suddenly visit me, hm? After all these years?”

    You were in a safe distance from him, arms crossed and a brow raised. “Do you know how lonely I was? thinkin’ you died or somethin’ but no. You just went ahead and left me behind.”

    “I’m sor—”

    “I cried so much, Hawks. Your pitiful apologies won’t cut it. You’ve done damages way past your expectations.”

    “I know. But.. I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t for your own good. I wanted you to be better, [name]. You were sick.”

    He advances, hands reaching out to touch yours like it was before.

    “But.. it’s fine now, right? Even when I was gone, I kept you safe all these years, [name]. I couldn’t bear to see my darling get hurt because of the world.”

    “How? You were never there to begin with.”

    “Oh, but you’re wrong. I left a feather near you. You remember my quirk, right? I trained it so hard so I could keep you safe, and that’s how we end up here. If you weren’t such a silly girl back then, I wouldn’t have left.”

    His arms engulfed you, pulling himself closer to your body. You allowed yourseld to melt in his embrace, and tears flood his attire.

    “You crying?”

    “Piss off, you traitor. Told ya to not touch me..”

    He chuckled, resting his hand atop of your head. His calloused hand gently rubbed your hair before he planted a kiss against it.

    “Okay, okay. But I have to tell you something, [name].” He pulled away from the hug.

    “What?” you wiped your tears, eyes still grazing his soul.

    “I’m a lil’ hungry, to be honest.”

    “I’ve got some eggs over there. We can cook them.” you pointed to the chickens, a small basket left on the floor sitting idly. “Let me pick them up and we can go back.”

    “M’kay. I’ll wait here.” He smiled at you. He couldn’t honestly believe that you were here again, in his arms. After all these years that he’d been waiting.

    Your stupid father was always preventing you from seeing him, threatening him with empty words as if some farmer in the middle of nowhere could do something against him. Heck, the police might even suspect your father instead with the way he looked.

    But, it was fine honestly. He didn’t regret choosing to hospitalize that bastard. Although, he does regret not doing it earlier. Otherwise, he would have swept you away like the princess you were. He pushed that illiterate fool down the stairs with only a single feather and it costed him a broken leg.

    What’s better was that after being admitted to the hospital, the doctor had figured out he actually had a chronic disease growing inside him. He couldn’t go back home for some time which was enough for Hawks to gain your trust again.

    Even after all these years, you remain gullible. Always chewing his lies and swallowing them as if his words would do you good.

    His feathers usually followed you around when he was free, checking you out every once in a while. Perhaps, saving some candid pictures for his business later in the late evenings where he yearns for your company.

    His silly obsession first began more than a decade ago, when he holds your hands as children with innocent intentions. Back then, you didn’t know that you were actually activating your quirk on him. He already knew though, and he’s grateful for what you’ve done to him.

    His sweet darling, unaware of what you’ve done to him. You were at fault here too, using him as a tool for your quirk. He got hurt by it, but it was fine. It was you, after all.

    Someone who was better off without him. But, he can’t stand it, can he? No man other than him deserves a lady like you. A smile so sweet and contagious, it sends cavities in his wide grin.

[kwillow]

enraptured by Theo :>

Thank you! I'm happy to hear that. He's my darling creepy little weirdo and my favorite freak to write and draw.

(This is also rather serendipitous because I just finished a comic with him as a central character, which I'll be posting tomorrow! He's, uh... not on his best behavior in it.)

[kthologue]

the end times — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo satoru thinks he’s going to die because you’re giving him the silent treatment. (aka your first big fight with gojo).

contents. hurt/comfort, ooc, lovesick!gojo, you give him the silent treatment and he goes crazy, he is so pathetic in this one, tw obsessive behavior (he makes it EVERYONE’S problem), gojo’s pov

notes. loosely inspired by that one scene from yakuza fiance. not proofread whats new

Gojo knows he’s screwed up the second he steps into the common area of Jujutsu Tech’s dormitory. The air feels thick, wrong. And then there’s you, curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes aren’t moving.

His grin falters for half a second before he masks it with his usual bravado. “I always knew you had a little freak in you, but reading your erotic books out in the open? Who knew my girl was such a perv.”

The joke usually earns him a laugh, a shove, maybe even a teasing retort. But tonight, the silence that follows is deafening.

The pit in his stomach grows.

“Sweetheart?” He tries again, waving a hand obnoxiously close to your face.

You finally react, swatting his hand away, but there’s no playfulness in the motion. Your eyes don't even meet his.

“You’re late,” you say flatly, still staring at your book. “Again.”

Gojo scoffs, irritation bubbling. Not at you, never at you, but at the damn book that’s getting more attention than him.

“Ah, you know how it is. Got held up in Kyoto,” he says with a shrug.

The words leave his mouth too easily. He doesn’t realize his mistake until you finally, finally look at him.

And it’s nothing like usual.

There’s no warmth in your gaze, no sparkle of amusement or exasperation. Instead, you pin him with a look so sharp it strips him bare, leaving nothing but the hollow weight in his chest.

“You missed our date.”

His breath catches. His throat goes dry. “I–”

“I’m not mad about that.”

Relief floods him too fast, too soon. His shoulders sag as he leans down, tilting his head for a well-earned kiss. “You’re the best. I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

You pull away before he can touch you.

Gojo freezes.

“[Name]?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “You know, it’s funny.”

There’s nothing funny about this moment.

His pulse thrums as you continue, voice eerily steady. “That your mission was in Kyoto. I mean, we have a whole sister school there, full of sorcerers ready to handle a first-grade threat. So why would they need you, specifically?”

His stomach drops.

He’s never been good at guilt, not when he’s spent his whole life believing he’s untouchable. But now, standing before you, unable to meet your eyes, it sits heavy in his gut.

And you don’t let up.

“Of course, I asked around. Thought maybe I was overthinking it.” A humorless scoff escapes you. “Imagine my surprise when I found out my boyfriend was too busy meeting with his future bride.”

Gojo’s mouth opens, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say.

“That’s–” he starts, then stops because, shit, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger. Like he’s someone you can’t trust. The realization makes his stomach churn.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say bitterly, arms crossing as you lean back into the couch. “I mean, I’d love to hear how you were going to explain this one, Gojo Satoru.”

Full name. That’s how he knows he’s really fucked up.

“It’s not–It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, voice unusually hoarse. His usual bravado, his charm, none of it is coming to him. He doesn’t even know where to start. “I wasn’t–I wasn’t hiding it. I just–”

“You just forgot to tell me that your clan is arranging a marriage for you?” you cut in sharply. “That slipped your mind?”

“No! Yes—Fuck, that’s not what I mean,” he groans, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never felt like this before. Like he’s scrambling for footing on uneven ground. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter, sweetheart. I wasn’t ever going to go through with it. You know that, right?”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Do I? I mean, Suguru seemed shocked when I didn’t know that these were recurring dates set by your clan.”

Gojo falters.

“You didn’t even think to tell me, Satoru,” you say, voice quieter now, but somehow even more devastating. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”

His heart clenches. That’s not–God, that’s not what this is.

“Of course you deserve to know! But I—” he exhales sharply, trying to gather his words. “I just—Fuck, I thought it was stupid. I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

You shake your head, looking almost tired now. “Right. Because I’m just supposed to assume you’d never go through with it. After your multiple dates with her. Because I’m supposed to read your mind, just like always.”

The weight of your words crashes into him, and Gojo suddenly realizes that this isn’t just about Kyoto. This isn’t just about one lie, one mistake. This is about every time he’s brushed things off, every time he’s let silence speak for him, every time he’s sat through those excruciating meetings, knowing he would never go through with it, but never once thinking about how it would feel for you to find out this way. This is about every time he’s expected you to just get him without him ever having to say a word.

This is about how, even after everything, you still don’t know how much he loves you.

And now, looking at you, Gojo is terrified that he’s already lost his chance to prove it.

“I’m going to sleep,” you stand up from your place on the couch. 

Gojo tries to follow you, “Listen, baby–”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I need some space.” you turn around to send him a teary glare and that stops him in his tracks. He had never seen you cry. And it tore him apart knowing that he was the cause. 

The sound of your door slamming echoes in Gojo’s mind. 

Gojo Satoru is the first one in class the next day.

He drums his fingers against the desk, restless in a way he can't explain, but he knows it has everything to do with the fact that he spent the entire night not sleeping. His mind was too busy replaying the way you had looked at him, no, the way you hadn’t looked at him.

He had left you alone and upset. He had made you feel like you were second to someone else. And worst of all, he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

“This must be a first.”

Gojo glances up as Suguru enters, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Gojo Satoru, on time? It must be the end times.”

He knows it’s a joke, but it might as well be the end times. Gojo doesn’t respond, just presses his lips into a thin line as he goes back to mentally reciting the apology speech he’s been revising in his head all night.

Then the shoji door slides open again.

You walk in with Shoko, your head tilted slightly as you whisper something to her, something he’ll never get to hear because you don’t so much as glance in his direction. Instead, you take a seat at the farthest desk, as if he isn’t even there.

A part of him withers away.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up.

If words won’t get your attention, he’ll just have to be Gojo Satoru about it. He leans back in his chair and stretches obnoxiously, before loudly exclaiming, “Yaga-sensei! Are those grey hairs from your recent divorce?”

He grins, waiting for the familiar sound of your laugh, for that little shake of your head, for you to scold him like always.

But you don’t even look at him.

Instead, he’s met with Geto and Shoko’s twin expressions of abject horror, and before he has a chance to register what’s happening–

BAM!

Yaga’s palm collides with his head, sending him face-first into his desk.

Even through the throbbing pain, he can only think about one thing.

You didn’t even react.

“And how exactly is she ignoring you?”

Shoko’s grumpy voice echoes through the morgue, where she’s been attempting to practice her technique. She’s clearly unimpressed that Gojo Satoru has decided to spam-call her instead of dealing with his own problems.

“She’s ignoring me, Shoko,” Gojo groans dramatically from the other side of the Jujutsu Tech campus, rubbing the fresh bump on his head as he stands in front of your door. “I’ve been knocking for an hour. She’s in there. I know she’s in there, but she won’t answer.”

“Maybe she finally got tired of your bullshit,” Shoko says dryly. “Honestly, I don’t know why it took her this long to hold you accountable. She’s let your bad behavior slide for way too long.”

“Why are we talking about me like I’m some kind of dog?!”

Shoko ignores him.

“From the sound of it, you really messed up. I mean, who keeps a marriage a secret from their girlfriend?” She pauses, then adds with a smirk in her voice, “Oh, right. You.”

Gojo groans, pressing his forehead against your door. “You and I both know that’s not what happened. But she doesn’t. And she won’t even give me the time of day to explain.”

Shoko sighs. “Give her time to cool down.”

“And what, let her decide she wants to run off and marry some other guy? Move to a cute little beach town in Enoshima, start a family, have three kids, and leave all Jujutsu sorcery behind?”

There’s a long pause before Shoko makes a disgusted sound. “O-oi. Keep your weirdly detailed fantasies to yourself.”

“I’m just being realistic,” he insists, clutching his flip phone dramatically.

Shoko promptly hangs up on him.

Gojo stares at the device for a moment before slowly lowering it, exhaling hard.

Then he rests his head against your door again, defeated.

But Gojo Satoru was never one to admit defeat, so he tries again. He returns to your door the very next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“[Name]!” he chirps. “I bought us some parfait! Let’s talk things over, yeah?”

Silence.

Not even the sound of movement.

But Gojo Satoru is not easily discouraged.

So Gojo Satoru comes again the next morning.

“[Name]!” he knocks again, this time balancing a slice of strawberry cake in one hand. “This is all my fault, so come out and let me apologize properly!”

Nothing.

Gojo sighs, leaning against the doorframe, about to knock again when—

Your phone rings.

His breath catches as he presses his ear to the wood.

“Hi, Suguru?”

His heart stops.

“Yeah, we’re still on for the movie. I’m just about to leave right now.”

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru understands what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve been punched in the gut.

Because you’re going to Suguru.

You’re not just ignoring him, you’re choosing someone else.

His fingers twitch at his sides as a feeling he doesn’t like at all creeps into his chest. It’s something ugly, something unfamiliar. Something that feels a lot like jealousy. Was that how you felt?

He wants to knock again, wants to demand that you open the door, look at him, let him fix this before you walk away from him any further.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, shoves his hands into his pockets, and forces himself to step away from your door.

Forces himself to give you the space you deserved.

You don’t know why you relent so easily.

You shouldn’t. Not after the way he lied, the way he kept something so important from you.

And yet, when you hear him pacing outside your door, his nervous energy practically seeping through the walls, you feel something crack.

He’s been outside your room for the nth time this week. Every day, like clockwork, he’s knocked. Brought your favorite snacks. Talked to you through the door, filling the silence with his ridiculous banter, even when you refused to answer.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping your blanket a little tighter. You should stay angry. But you can't.

You sigh, pressing your forehead to your knee.

Maybe it’s time to stop punishing the both of you.

With a deep breath, you stand, crossing the room to the door. When you open it, Gojo nearly stumbles forward, mid-step in his pacing.

His eyes snap to yours, wide and filled with so much desperate hope it makes your chest ache.

And the way his face lights up like you’ve just handed him the entire world tells you that, maybe, you were never going to be able to stay mad at him forever.

But you’re here, leaning on your door frame with your arms crossed, your nails digging into your skin as you glare at the man who has spent the last ten minutes tripping over his words, looking wrecked in a way you’ve never seen before. His hair is messier than usual, lips are parted like he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Finally, you scoff, breaking the silence. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m going back into my room.”

“No!,” Gojo steps forward instinctively, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. And after everything, he is. “I screwed up.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Oh, really?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, I really fucked up.”

Silence.

You should say something. You should demand an explanation, yell, maybe even cry, but you’re so tired. You’ve spent days twisting yourself into knots over this, convincing yourself you never meant as much to him as he did to you.

And then Gojo says it.

“I should’ve told you.” His voice is hoarse. “I should have told you after the first meeting. After the first second they brought it up.” He swallows hard. “But I was stupid. I thought if I ignored it, if I went through the motions, if I waited for the right moment… then it wouldn’t matter. That it would be over before you ever had to know.”

You shake your head, letting out a hollow laugh. “Satoru, do you even hear yourself? Do you get what it was like for me to find out from someone else? To hear that the person I–” you cut yourself off, but the damage is done. You see it in the way his breath hitches, in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you.

“The person you what?” he asks softly, pleading.

You clench your jaw. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

Your shake your head. “You lied to me.”

“I know,” he says, and the sheer brokenness in his voice makes your throat tighten. “I know, sweetheart. And I swear to you that I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you.” he exhales shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear on everything, I was never going to go through with it. I never even showed up to any of the dates, so they kept ambushing me under the guise of missions! I sat through every single one of those goddamn meetings thinking about how ridiculous it was, how there was only ever one person I wanted.”

He stops himself, inhaling sharply.

And then, quieter, almost afraid:

“How there’s only ever you.”

The words hit you like a fist to the chest.

Gojo watches you carefully, breathless, waiting. Hoping. He’s given you the truth, raw and unfiltered, and now it’s up to you.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world that makes you believe him.

For the first time in a week, your lips find his, and Gojo swears he can finally breathe again. The warmth of your palm against his cheek, the way your fingers curl slightly as if grounding yourself in him. It’s enough to make him melt.

"You’re so insufferably cheesy, Satoru," you murmur against his lips, your breath warm, teasing. "It makes me so angry that I love it." A pause, a soft exhale. "But I forgive you."

His grin is instant, smug and shameless. "That was good, huh?" He tilts his head, cerulean eyes twinkling. "I’m willing to bet your heart skipped a beat."

You roll your eyes, but you kiss him again, slower this time, because, damn it, he’s right.

extra!

“I demand some extra loving!” Satoru sprawls dramatically across your bed, limbs hanging off the edge like a defeated king.

You barely spare him a glance, flipping a page in your book as you lie comfortably on your stomach. “And why, exactly, do you deserve that?”

He lifts his head, pouting. “I deserve it after a week’s worth of psychological trauma. Don’t think I forgot that you ditched me for Suguru.”

“Oh… that.”

“Yeah. That.” His voice is thick with exaggerated betrayal.

You finally look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It was a fake phone call, Satoru. You were just so insufferable camping outside my door that I had to make up an excuse.”

His jaw drops. “Huh?!”

[lokissweater]

a good man

{bodyguard!kento nanami x rich girl f!reader}

summary: kento nanami has been your appointed bodyguard since the age of nineteen. his poised, calm, respectable mannerisms having you falling to your knees over him as he was completely different than any of the other boys in your life… for he was a man— taking care of your rowdy party girl behaviors and guiding you with the best advice and judgement he could possibly muster, and you loved him, gutted over the fact that he possibly only thought of you as a spoiled little brat who was useless and incompetent, as a client, and you wanting to be more than just that to him… except you were. for kento had already fallen over his knees for you.

warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, BRATTY AFFF RICH GIRL SPOILED READER she’s a little baddie o yes, LOWKEEEYYY brat tamer kento MEEOOOWWW, FLUUFFF GALLOOREE!!, slight angst!!, kento is SOOO SOOFTTT AND A LIL GENTLEMAANN, blowjob YUM, oral m receiving, mentions of doing the sex, deep throating, SEDUCTIVE AF READER BRO, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, sexual themes, kento is older than reader by three years, mentions of reader having ‘pink cheeks’ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)

word count: 20.3k (i yap i fear)

authors note: I NEED A FUCKING MAN !!!! LIKE KENTO !!! RAAAAHDVSJSBSJSJ this BEAUTIFUL precious concept was a blend and mixy of multiple requests i got for sir nanami blended into one!! :,)) i hope i did you guys justice to those who requested and sent in ideas my loves !!! <3333 AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE ITTT JUST AS MUCH AS I DOOO AAHHH !!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHH MWAAHHH !! <3333

“please don’t do that.”

you were undoubtedly the most defiant, stubborn girl kento had ever met.

“and why not?” you pouted. “it’s just for a little bit… and i can’t leave my friend hanging when she’s dealing with such a crisis! she needs my help.”

“your help.” kento repeated. “she needs your help going to a party…. at one in the morning.”

“it’s not a party it’s a small gathering—”

“y/n the hour is ungodly right now…” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “i don’t believe this is very wise.”

you finished applying your blush and stepped back from your large vanity, quickly placing your brush back in it’s holder and grabbing your bottle of perfume, spritzing it.

“it’s fine ken!” you looked up and smiled. “i’ll just be gone for a little while i’ll be back before—”

“i’m sorry—” he held a palm up. “you’ll just be gone? darling, you realize i have to go with you.”

“but whyyy?” you mumbled, slouching dramatically and chucking your perfume bottle on your bed. “two hours! just give me two hours i promise i’ll be back—”

“i’m afraid not.”

“whyyyy!” you whined again, and kento only looked at you with a straight stoic face.

“because it’s my job to go with you and you know that.”

and you’d always been defiant and stubborn, kento having known you since you were a little girl as both his and your father were family friends for years, your upbringing a little different from his as your father was exponentially wealthy and owned various companies and properties, his parents just so happening to work for him and gain special bonds and camaraderie over the time of your growing lives.

though kento was only three years older than you— the gap nothing notable or too drastic, it sure as hell felt like it with how bratty and rebellious you were sometimes on a day to day basis that he had to bare witness of since the age of fourteen.

so why kento thought of you so much when you were the epitome of a spoiled princess… was a little unclear to him.

or maybe he did know exactly why— the reasoning transparently clear, to a fucking T actually… yet his pride and the oath he had set with your father the minute kento started pursuing his desired career after high school, hindered him from ever admitting anything to anyone. especially you.

and because he constantly ignored the way he felt, he was regrettably perplexed every time he was around you— which was literally every single second of every waking day since the moment he received his protection licensing… for kento was your bodyguard, hired by your father who saw his interests in technical protection training, and trusted no other man around his daughter other than kento himself, encouraging him to pursue it as a career in the promise that he would guarantee him a position— one with a pay that would have him set for the rest of his life so long as his precious little daughter was happy and safe.

and kento took the offer without so even as a twitch in his serious expression for two reasons.

the first was the obvious, to solidify proper employment for himself in the career that he’d always paid particular interest in ever since he was a kid— to make a man out of himself and work under prestigious and professional levels of security with someone, your father, who’s orders of authority were equivalent to a president, and a man he admired like no other and dreamed of owning a business that was as fruitful as his.

and the other… was to keep an eye on you.

you were reckless, bratty, naive, troublesome, silly, and never took absolutely anything seriously— all things that worried kento to no end anytime you so even managed to slip from his sharp attentive line of sight since the both of you were young.

and you escaping him happened a little more often than he’d like to admit.

like now.

“y/n—”

kento sharply turned upon hearing your snickering little giggles zooming past him and trailing from down the hall already, him swiftly retrieving his blazer that he had previously set on one of your lounge chairs and settling it over his arm, long and hasty steps striding out of your bedroom and down the hall, him peaking in several dark open doors and hallways of your ginormous mansion of a home on his way— the clicking of your heels and you still giggling serving as a guide for him to find you.

he sighed.

“darling, this isn’t going to change the fact that i still have to accompany you—”

kento rounded the corner and entered one of the many lounge area rooms your father used for business meetings and partnerships, your little head poking out from behind one of the large sofas with a disgruntled pouty look.

“says who?”

“says me.” he took the blazer from his arm and extended it, shaking it out a little and preparing to put it on. “and your father.”

you let out a tiny grumble, getting up off your knees and standing.

“but don’t you wanna go to sleep ken?”

“very much so.”

“so then go! i’m giving you permission heh!” you chirped, sending him a striking smile. “i won’t tell my father! or anyone! you deserve a good nights rest—”

“i’m going with you and that’s final.”

you threw your head back and groaned in frustration, kento finding your tantrum a little amusing as he chuckled and shrugged on his blazer.

“you want to go to this event, yes?”

you funnily slugged on over to his side with dragging steps, eyes to the floor. 

“mhm…”

“so then enough fighting and let’s go.” he stepped to the side and gently ushered you forward. “i’d like to be back before your father wakes up.”

you walked forward and out of the lounge room, the both of you beginning your journey down the hall and towards the grand staircase, kento following behind you as you still internally huffed and puffed about him coming along.

your refutes to kento joining you weren’t because you didn’t like him or anything like that… it was quite the opposite actually.

you were obsessed with that man.

“you scare my friends you know…”

the side of his lip quirked.

“do i?”

“mhm.”

“how so sweetheart?”

“i think it’s your face.” you turned your head around and looked behind you as you walked, hands wringing behind your back with a cute grin. “it’s so serious. and it might be because you’re always staring them down whenever they hang out with me.”

kento calmly walked ahead of you and stepped down a few steps, his hand automatically coming up to assist you and you taking it as you carefully descended down the steps, a gentle act he always did for you.

he pursed his lips. 

“i’m simply doing my job… but i suppose i could lay off a bit.”

you giggled. “no it’s okay ken! i agree. they just don’t know you like i do.”

ever since you practically met him you were obsessed— him being the most poised and respectful piece of hunk to ever grace your life, as kento was so unbelievably different from all of the other straight up boys in your life that deemed themselves to be men, when in reality they didn’t even come close to that whatsoever.

kento nanami was the definition of a man.

and out of everything that you’ve ever received on a silver platter with zero hesitation since technically birth… you wanted him the most.

except you were convinced he wasn’t obsessed with you like you were with him.

because the second kento became your bodyguard at the age of literal nineteen, there wasn’t ever a moment that you remember where he wasn’t with you and pulled to your side like a magnet— guarding and watching your every move and making sure that you were out of harms way no matter what, all things that were automatic and essentially part of the job description.

but you feared that it was just that.

that kento didn’t view you the way you viewed him… that you were just a client to him and that the reason he was always around was because he had to be, and not because he wanted to.

you feared that kento only saw you as some helpless spoiled girl who couldn’t do anything for herself and therefore always needed guidance, and you also feared that because he’d known you since you were little and became your bodyguard when you were sixteen, that he still saw you as a sixteen year old and not the full grown woman that you were now.

the thought was mortifying to you.

and you wondered if kento had ever thought about you as something more than just— a client? maybe.. maybe as a lover?

did he at least view you as a friend?

but more importantly, if he wasn’t your bodyguard… would he stay? 

kento assisted you down to the very last step as you shook away your thoughts, the both of you making your way out through the front glass double doors and over to his car in the open driveway, a sleek and shiny black luxury SUV that you always preferred to sit in rather than your own vehicle as his little passenger princess— always and forever and at times putting up a fight when your father would make you drive instead of kento, spouting some nonsense about how he didn’t want you to forget how to drive and become an incompetent girl.

and you’d each time just scoff and roll your eyes— your father always looking for ways to jab scoldings at you and fuss over every choice you’d make regardless of how big or small it was, believing you to be an incompetent girl anyways and you choosing to ignore him and scowl as you moved behind kento’s big buff frame to hide, him knowing to take over and speak for you whenever you did, as your father listened to him better than he did you ever since you were young.

kento in a way also scolded you often and fussed over your choices… but he was gentle. never raising his voice at you or overstepping any boundaries that made you feel like you were stupid and incapable of things, him always giving you the chance to fix it or refute with an open mind and heart to hear you out… and you loved kento. that was a given.

and your dramatic self deemed that the day kento yelled at you for the first time for whatever reason— was the day that you died.

kento smoothly smiled over what you said with closed lips and opened the car door for you, you getting in and pinching the skirt of your flowy mesh dress to readjust once you were seated, straightening it up over your legs as he rounded over and got in the drivers seat.

“i know a way you can lay off a bit so you don’t scare off my friends tonight ken!”

he started the engine and flickered on the high beams, your eyes squinting at the sudden brightness ahead of you.

“and that is..?”

you grinned and leaned over the center console, placing your elbow on it and propping your chin up with your palm, him looking at you expectantly.

so handsome.

“why don’t you stare at me instead of staring at them!”

kento breathed in as he looked away, steering around and out of the driveway while your close proximity and sweet expensive perfume wafted all around him— filling up his every system with everything that was wonderfully you as he tried hard not to let it show.

“i believe i already do just that.” he spoke. “it’s my job to watch you darling.”

“okay then watch me harder.”

he blinked, your wording somehow twinging a sense of provocativeness when it wasn’t anything like that at all, and he wanted to wash his brain out with holy water for thinking of something inappropriate like that with you.

but you leaned even closer, lips by his ear as he turned the steering wheel to make an easy left.

“you’re supposed to have eyes only for me right?”

kento swallowed.

“i’m supposed to have eyes everywhere.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back a bit. “okay… but maybe for tonight, just me!”

“i’m afraid if it’s just you i won’t be able to watch for any other signs of abnormality—”

“oh my god booo!” you huffed and plopped back down in your seat, arms crossing as you stared ahead. “you’re no fun…”

kento chuckled and lifted his arm, patting your head and you blushing before he placed his hand back on the gear shift, the only thing on your mind now was how much you wanted to stuff his big fingers in your mouth—

“the event is still the one on melrose street, correct?”

your eyes snapped in his direction. “huh? oh yes! yes it is.”

he pursed his lips, an uncertain look on his face as you faltered and furrowed your brows.

“what ken? what’s wrong?”

“is it the same host and organization as last time?”

“umm…” you pulled your phone out from your purse and scrolled to the initial invite you had received through a friend, perfectly manicured nails tapping away. “uh huh! i’m pretty sure… how come?”

“i don’t think it’d be very wise to go… you got extremely inebriated the last time we went.”

you snorted and waved him off. “that’s because it was my friends birthday ken. i was celebrating!”

“you barfed in a bush as soon as we got home.”

“part of the experience!”

kento shook his head and sighed through his nose, a small smile on his face as he peaked over at you from the side.

“rowdy little girl.”

little girl.

and you felt an unpleasant tug at your heart, you pursing your lips and wanting to defy what he called you.

“i was fine after though, was i not?”

you suddenly grabbed his hand and dropped it down on your exposed thigh, his rough hand making contact with your skin as he accidentally jerked the steering wheel and looked at you with bewildered eyes, you only throwing your head back and laughing.

“what?” you spoke in between giggles. “i’m cold! and your hand’s so warm—”

“honey—”

“your job is to take care of me right?” you sweetly smiled, and he felt a flutter of familiar yet confusing affection swirl up in his chest at the sight. “and you’re doing just that!”

kento cleared his throat and nodded, hand staying on your thigh and you giddy on the inside as he held it.

“just know that i have a blanket in the back in case my hand doesn’t suffice.” he mentioned, pulling up to a gated community. “the weather is a bit colder these days.”

your eyes softened, staring at the side of his chiseled jaw and face as he exchanged a few words with the security guard at the front, flashing his ID before the guard gave him the all clear and muttered something over his walkie talkie, the gates slowing sliding open as a result.

“why do you have a blanket in the back ken?” you asked softly and looked down, the tip of your index finger tracing over the prominent veins on the back of his hand.

“for you.” he replied. “you get cold frequently.”

you grinned.

“awww you remembered!—”

you unbuckled your seatbelt, jumped up from your seat, and flung your arms around his neck and practically stuffed his cheek up against your chest as you gushed, kento’s eyes blinking wide eyed and cheeks fucking flaring as he tried to keep steady hands on the wheel and not swerve into the garbage bins in front of the designated mansion, music already blaring through and seeping through the vents of the car as he fumbled to shift the gear into park— stiffening the hell out of his neck and not daring to turn his head even the slightest in your direction in fear of facing your breasts head on.

“i— i appreciate the sentiment sweetheart—”

you pulled back a tiny bit, your arms still tightly locked around his neck but giving him enough space to turn his head to look up at you now, your twinkling hyper eyes shining even through the darkness of the car, kento almost forgetting about the close proximity between the two of you entirely, and also almost forgetting about how this was— regrettably… considered to be inappropriate.

he was your bodyguard, he was supposed to protect you, not think about the way your perfect smile right now was so incredibly soul crushing and doing it in just the right way too— suffocating his entire being as he tried hard again, in real time, to kick those disrespectful thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on what he was meant to be doing and thinking… all of which pertained to his guidance for you, and your safety, most of all.

but you were beautiful. 

there was no denying that.

“you know me best out of anyone ken.”

and he did. he truly truly did.

but to kento, you were that forbidden fruit, cast away up into the highest of branches and dangling off of the tallest most unreachable tree of all— glimmering against the sun, magnificent… waiting to be picked by the person who dared to and claim it as their own without a single worry of the troubles that came with ravishing it.

but claiming and ravishing that forbidden fruit definitely came with it’s dire consequences, and kento nanami was an honorable man. 

if he were to give in to his pulsing desires for you, desires that he couldn’t even exactly make sense of as he continued to manifest total and utter blockage in his mind to prevent those thoughts from seeping through, not only would he deal with the embarrassing repercussions with your father— his boss, but inevitably drag you down with him too, as he knew your father has always been rather harsh with you.

and you didn’t deserve to be dragged down just because he couldn’t control his emotions.

you frowned, tilting your head as you assessed kento’s strange far off look.

“ken?” you asked. “kenny ken?”

“eh?” he blinked rapidly. “oh i’m sorry y/n. i was… thinking.”

“thinking?” 

you let him go and sat back in your seat, the warmth from your arms dissipating and the goosebumps around his neck prominent now by the chilliness of the car.

“thinking about what?” you quipped, smiling again. “about meee?”

night and day.

“i’m afraid not.” he switched off the ignition and held the keys in his hand. “more about how you should be at home and in bed and most definitely not here.”

you pouted, slumping in your seat as you watched him get out of the car and walk over to your side, opening your door for you and offering a hand for you to take.

“but ken i’m helping a friend.” you took his hand and carefully stepped out, him closing the door behind you as you began walking up the sidewalk with kento following close behind you, the car beeping and flashing its lights to signify he had locked it.

“honey, your friend is a grown woman.” you both walked up the steps and continued down the long wide driveway, other guests traveling alongside you towards the mansion. “she doesn’t need moral support from you to attend an event.”

“yeah and i don’t need a bodyguard for every little thing i do, do i?” you countered, slowing down your steps a little and nudging your shoulder with his. “hm?”

he gave you a deadpanned look.

“actually, you do.”

you scoffed. “no i do not.”

the two of you entered through the grand entrance— doors already open and with a set of security guards on each side as you passed them, kento’s already alert senses amplified now that you both were in an unpredictable loud environment such as this, and with way too many people for kento to keep track of besides yourself as he scanned the area, ticking the usual and automatic tiny boxes in his head that indicated the area was alright for the time being.

“if my friend is such a grown woman, then so am i!” you yelled over the music as you walked through the mansion to get to the pool area outside, passing by several caterers and butlers with small appetizer dishes on silver trays or champagne glasses, you taking one as your gaze switched between person to person to see if you could try and find anyone you recognized.

kento shook his head a little.

contrary to your popular belief, you never acted like a grown woman sometimes— constantly rebellious and spontaneous with no hesitations to do anything remotely reckless… and that worried him to absolutely no end as he was living in constant stress over something happening to you— something that he could easily prevent and steer you away from because that’s what he was fucking there for.

but you were always against it, and he didn’t know why when it was simply just protection.

upon entering the pool area, your eyes lit up at the rowdy scene before you— party guests jumping into the pool in full fledged clothing or throwing each other in, the bar at the end of the backyard lively and busy with multiple individuals already drunk off of their minds as they clumsily passed by you and nearly tumbled you over, kento each time quick to grab your shoulders and gently pull you away so they’d just about miss you and continue on.

and the minute he caught sight of your group of friends off to the side of the bubbling jacuzzi right before you did, every single one of them already inebriated and rambunctious, he knew he was in for a night of chasing you around and getting you to sober up a little to refrain yourself from running across the lawn in only your undergarments like the last party you both attended.

“y/n! hi!” one of your friends slightly slurred, the one with the ‘crisis’, reaching behind her to grab a red solo cup of god knows what and passing it to you. “here! i just got some from the kitchen!”

“what is it?” you laughed, on the verge of placing the brim to your lips when kento suddenly nudged you, gently prying it away from your fingers and lifting it up to his nose for inspection, you playfully rolling your eyes as you turned back to your friend.

“dunno!” she shrugged, flashing you a wobbly grin. “it’s a mix of tequila aaanddd… cranberry tonic! yeah!”

“smells awfully strong.” kento muttered in your ear, passing the cup back to you. “just moderate your intake.”

“okay dad.” you mocked, the little side smile on your face never failing to deactivate any further scoldings from him about how you shouldn’t drink that mix and maybe get something else, him deciding to just let you have fun regardless of the work he was about to be put through… as it was hard for kento to say no to you at times anyways.

you brought the rim back to your lips and took a sip, your face immediately scrunching up and gagging.

“the fuck is this?” you placed a hand over your mouth. “tastes nothing like cranberry and just straight vodka—”

you ended up drinking the entire cup and two more fills after that, kento each time gently advising you not to and that you’d had enough, but you only pouting and bratty and defying him with every attempt he made at pulling the drink away from you, a water bottle in hand that he’d snagged from one of the coolers as he swiftly moved through the twists and turns of the crowd to stay caught up with you, a skill he was an expert at at this point considering how often you disappeared from his line of sight.

“sweetheart please—” kento caught you by the waist just as you were about to literally jump in the pool, you giggling and hiccuping as he dragged you away. “let’s take a seat for a moment alright? you need to drink water.” 

“what i need is a teeny weeny kiss from you ken!”

he faltered, eyes dropping to the ground as he continued to half drag and half carry your body to a nearby table away from the commotion by the pool, setting you down on a chair.

“you need water.” he pushed as he knelt down on a knee in front of you, unscrewing the cap. “and i’m forbidding you from attending any events like this for a month.”

“a month?!” you whined, head dramatically falling back in desperation. “but why? what did i do?!”

“i told you to moderate your intake.” he gently grabbed your jaw and brought the water bottle to your lips, carefully holding it up for you to drink. “you were just about to jump in the pool darling and ruin your dress.”

lowering the bottle, your cheeks cutely puffed up with water as you shook your head side to side.

you swallowed. “lies. i was simply walking!”

he fixed the strap of your dress that was halfway sliding off, pulling it back over your shoulder.

“yes into the pool.” he brought the water bottle back to your lips and you drank some more before he lowered it again. “you need to be more careful y/n.”

you pouted. “are you mad at me ken?”

“not mad just quite stressed—”

“pull my dress up and spank me then.”

kento slapped a hand over his eyes and shook his head, cheeks buzzing pink at your ludicrous statement.

“don’t say things like that honey.”

“and why not?” you tilted your head, pearly white teeth glimmering against the warm lights of the backyard as he dropped his hand. “thought you loved me.”

“please sober up.” he breathed out exhaustedly, heart hammering against his fucking chest as he made you drink water again. “before you say something silly again—”

you abruptly pulled back and a few droplets of water dribbled down your chin, kento quick to grab the handkerchief in his suit to pat you dry as you narrowed your eyes.

“you think loving me is silly?” you muttered, a little slur at the end of your sentence.

“of course not darling.” he spoke softly, placing the handkerchief down on the table behind you. “the other thing you said was silly—”

“what— spanking me?” you lit up again. “but it’s hot. and i want it. you should do it once we get to the car—”

kento slapped a hand over your mouth this time, wide frantic eyes looking around to see if anyone had heard your loud lewd blabbering, his face absolutely fucking red at this point as he tried not to vividly imagine what you had just said… and pathetically failing at it too.

“enough. we’re going home. you have brunch with the monroe’s tomorrow.”

“nuh uh!”

you pulled his hand away from your mouth and gripped the edges of your chair, trying to cement yourself to it as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled and tugged, you laughing when he’d manage to of course— lift you up… but the chair along with it as well.

“let go please.”

“nope!”

“i said let go y/n.”

“if you give me a kiss!”

kento put you back down and sighed.

“you are unbelievably inebriated.”

“and you are unbelievably handsome.” you cheesed as you got closer, your nose brushing against his and kento’s breath catching in his throat, stiffening up.

“darling you don’t know what you’re saying—”

“yes i do.” you spoke, endearingly nudging your nose softly with his and kento’s eyes warming at the act. “you’re gods favorite.”

hopeless hopeless girl…

his eyes sinfully flickered down to your pretty lips, plushy and delightful as they perfectly stretched in such a way to form a striking smile that always sent men to their knees wherever you both went, him baring witness to it all as your bodyguard… and him included— falling to his knees over you.

for kento was just as hopeless as you.

but he was better at ignoring it until it became this puzzling blur in his brain that confused the ever living shit out of him.

“let’s go home.”

his breath fanned against your lips and you softly shook your head.

“kiss me then we’ll go.”

kento’s forehead fell against yours, eyes closing in borderline pain as his big hands came up to cup your cheeks, your own eyes loopily widening with overactive exciting thoughts over what was about to transpire.

if he was about to kiss you… could this mean he didn’t view you as just a client? as a little girl? but a woman?

was he considering it? did you have a chance? was he actually about to fucking kiss you?—

kento sharply breathed in and turned your head slightly to the side, planting his lips hard on your cheek and him unmoving for a moment, you still wide eyed and shocked as your cheek mushed up against the force of his mouth.

he pulled back with a smack! and stood, hand extending out for you to take.

“ready now?”

your fingers slowly came up to the side of your face in a complete daze, because though it wasn’t a full blown kiss, the linger of his lips was still there even after the gesture was long over, your little cheek tingling and warm.

you nodded, taking his hand and attempting to stand but reeling over as you did, your head in complete drunken disarray as kento’s arms quickly shot out and caught you from falling face first on the ground.

“i can’t—” you giggled, hiccuping between each laugh. “i can’t walk ken. and my feet hurt.”

“i’m aware.” he sighed, sitting you back down on the chair and kneeling again, grabbing your ankle.

“what are you doing?” you asked, watching the way he propped up your foot and tugged at the clasp on your heels, carefully sliding it off and beginning to do the same with the other.

“you’re in pain, yes?” he slipped your other heel off and stood, placing your heels on a nearby table before positioning himself next to you, sliding a hand under your knees. “put your arms around my neck sweetheart.”

you did as told, your little heart singing happy drunken tunes over him being such a gentleman and taking care of you in the way that he was, you knowing in the morning you’d regret it and be embarrassed, but choosing to bask in the moment for the meantime and deal with the horrific hungover consequences later.

kento easily lifted you with only one fucking arm supporting you under your knees as you held on, his other hand grabbing your heels before weaving through the other tables and venturing out of the pool area, everybody else too inebriated to care or notice some big bulky man carrying you out through the backyard and inside the mansion, your head resting against his chest.

“are you alright?” he asked, taking a quick glance down at you as he reached the grand entrance to exit. “do you feel ill?”

“no i’m okay.” you smiled. “just thinking about the fact that you’re a cheater.”

he chuckled. “a cheater? in what way?”

kento carefully stepped down the steps and began his walk across the spacious lawn back to the car, you tightening your grip on his neck and wanting him to hold you like this forever.

“the deal was for a kiss.”

“and i gave you one.” he softly smiled, squeezing your thigh a little in emphasis.

“on the cheek!” you retorted. “i wanted one on the mouth.”

kento blushed furiously and looked away, trying to straighten himself up as he walked down the sidewalk with you in his arms.

“you didn’t specify darling.”

“yeaahhh right.” you mumbled, watching the lights of his car flash up ahead as it unlocked by the click of kento’s keys, him coming up to the passenger side and opening the door. “just say you’re repulsed by me.”

he scoffed. “you’re saying silly things again.”

“the proof is in the pudding.”

kento carefully bent and set you down on your seat, placing your heels next to you on the floor and straightening out the skirt of your dress for you. 

“the proof is that you’re drunk. i’m not making any moves like that when you’re not in the correct state of mind.”

you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. “are you saying you would have? if i was sober? did you bring my water with you? i need to drink it right now where is it—”

“dear god i did not say that.” he closed the door and came round to the other side, an amused little smile on his lips as he got in. “and i’m sorry but i left it behind.”

“kentooo!” you whined. “now how else are you supposed to kiss me?”

he shakily pressed the ‘on’ button for the ignition and looked away, your bold words and requests and moves serving as sheer torment to him as they one after the other kept being thrown at his face, him aware this is how you usually were anyways, but ten times unbelievably worse now that you were intoxicated.

and kento was growing weaker.

“i’m not supposed to do anything.” he backed out of the parking space and sped off. “and it’s nearly four in the morning y/n. you have brunch with the monroe’s at ten and you’re supposed to be up by eight.”

you groaned, head dropping back against the headrest as you crossed your arms. 

“i never wanted to go to that in the first place.” you muttered. “the monroe’s and their girl friends and whoever else is going are a bunch of boring bitches. all they talk about is what their daddies just bought them.”

the yearly monroe brunch was a way for you and the other daughters of your fathers various business partners to bond and maintain connections, some sort of peace treaty between them all so long as their little preppy daughters were kept satisfied and spoiled, your father forcing you to go every year and demanding you to keep friendships with them all, insisting that it would serve beneficial to him with their parents and help nourish the business even more than it already was.

you genuinely liked the monroe daughters and the rest of the girls at first, sixteen year old you seeking their validation and acceptance for years and constantly following after every little thing that they did, afraid of slipping up and landing in their rotten graces as soon as you did anything that would upset them… until they started badmouthing kento.

after that you didn’t give a fuck. 

because anyone that was so willing as to talk bad about such a respectful and kind man as kento to you, was someone who immediately feel in your rotten graces, each and every one of them doing so the minute they started calling him weird for constantly following you around, putting him down for it and saying he should find something better to do than be your bodyguard, and that you didn’t need such high class protection and deeming it unnecessary.

whether they were jealous of the fact that you had a bodyguard and they didn’t was mystery to you, but ever since that day, you despised the yearly monroe brunch, you now aware of who they truly were and realized how blind you were to it just because you were seeking their validation— wanting nothing to do with them from that point forward and begging your father to just let you skip out and that they were better off without you there anyways.

but he never listened.

kento laughed, nodding curtly over what you said. “although true, you still have to go honey.”

“i don’t know why my father can’t just piss off.” you sighed and looked out the window, cars zooming past you as he drove down the freeway. “i really don’t see the point in me going.”

“you’re an important asset.” he spoke. “all of the daughters coming together is tradition.”

“what— to sit there and drink tea and eat muffins? stupidest tradition i’ve ever heard ken.”

he chuckled, reaching over to pat your thigh and your cheeks going pinky as he did so, your drunken mind still somehow clearly recalling when he had his warm hand on you earlier in the car prior to the party.

he went to retract his hand and you quickly stopped him, timidly placing it back on your thigh and settling your hand over his big one, the both of you nervously avoiding eye contact and choosing not to say anything.

kento understood wholeheartedly why you hated going to the monroe brunch so much, for he wasn’t particularly a fan of hearing them talk for hours about who’d they just dumped or what they’d just bought, and he sympathized with you— really, your father although a man he admired for his work ethic and sought after for his approval, was unrighteously stoic with you and always dismissed your thoughts and opinions, the fact saddening kento whenever he witnessed it first hand.

“you’ll be alright.” he spoke up quietly again, noticing the way you were dozing off a little in your seat. “it’s just for brunch. you won’t have to worry about seeing them again until next year.”

“you mean until the dinner party we’re hosting next week.” you sleepily muttered, eyes closed as both of your hands laid over his that was on your thigh, holding it almost as if you were afraid that kento would pull away, his eyes softening at the thought.

“ah, that’s right.” he pulled into your gated community, the security guard already recognizing kento and his car as he merely waved and pressed the button to open the gate, driving through once it did entirely. “i had forgotten.”

“mmm..” you hummed, and he smiled, facing the road again and turning the wheel with every curve and turn of your neighborhood, your dimly lit mansion coming into view eventually and him pulling up to park in your grandiose driveway next to you car, turning off the ignition.

you laid still and pretty in your seat, chest slowly rising and falling as you softly breathed through your nose, you in a drunken slumber as kento quietly got out of the car and went over to your side, opening your door.

“darling.” he whispered, shuffling an arm under your knees and the other on your back. “i need to carry you up, okay? hold onto me please.”

you mumbled incoherently and did so, your arms limply wrapping around his neck as he carried you out of the car and shut the door with a push from his leg, locking his car and the little horn going off again as he hoisted you up, walking up the stone path of your driveway and up to the grand double doors— one of your housekeeping staff already there holding the door open for you both, them also used to your late night partying and shenanigans.

“thank you.” he whispered gratefully as he passed, and they nodded, locking up the house behind you as kento continued on up the staircase and down the spacious hallway, his dress shoes clicking against the shiny flooring and echoing across the silence as he reached your bedroom.

he carefully set you down on your bed once inside, you groggily rubbing your eyes as he stepped back and over to your large vanity, rummaging through your things and drawers while knocking a few nail polishes and perfumes over— various clatterings and kento cursing under his breath over the noise, it making you sleepily giggle.

“what are you looking for ken?” you whispered, one of your eyes tiredly peeking open.

“your— ah… i’m afraid i can’t remember what it’s called—”

he gestured to his face. “you remove your makeup with it sweetheart.”

you closed your eye again. “oh my wipes..? they’re in the bottom drawer to your left.”

he opened the corresponding drawer and reached in, taking out your makeup remover wipes and walking back over to you, peeling open the packing and sliding an individual white wipe out, you lifting a hand out to grab it but stopping once he moved it away from you.

you drowsily looked up at him, about to speak until he took your chin in between his fingers and tilted you up, him bending a bit and lifting his hand to wipe off your makeup, delicately removing it with precision as you tiredly let a small smile grow on your lips.

“i can do it ken it’s okay.”

he shook his head, you closing your eyes as he wiped off your mascara. “oh it’s alright you’re exhausted… and i’ve seen you do it quite a few times.”

you peaked your other eye open, his handsome face so unforgettable against the moonlight streaming through your balcony doors that your little sleepy heart started gushing over literally just who he was, your head leaning into his touch.

“kay…”

he finished wiping the rest of it off after a minute, tossing it into your little bin under your vanity desk before walking over to your walk-in closet and disappearing for a few moments, coming back out with one of your silk baby blue pajama sets in hand, offering it out to you.

“change please.” you sluggishly took the set from him and nodded. “i’ll be just outside—”

“no it’s okay.” you stood and reached for the hem of your dress. “you can stay—”

you pulled up your dress with no fucks given and kento’s eyes bulged open, immediately slapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around with his heart thumping on overdrive, the image of your perfect body adorned with a lacy white bra and panties a hard one to try and— unfortunately— forget for the sake of respecting your privacy and the most intimate parts of yourself.

you giggled and kento shook his head in desperation, placing a hand on his hip.

“don’t do things like that honey.” he scolded gently, a hand still over his eyes as you changed. “at least wait until i avert my attention—”

“you don’t wanna see?” you pouted, finishing by buttoning up your top and tugging at the sleeve of his suit for him to turn around. “it’s all for you ken.”

for— for—

oh dear god help him.

“it’s time to sleep.” he reached around you and pulled back the covers of your bed, you whining. “come on you have brunch with the monroe’s—”

you grumbled and climbed on, dropping yourself on the mattress and shuffling under your various fluffy blankets and sheets, him helping you in pulling them over you until they were settled comfortably by your chest.

“kento.”

“hm?” he hummed, still fiddling with your blankets and basically tucking you in, you finding it incredibly sweet.

“thank you for always taking care of me.”

he stopped, eyes flickering to yours before a soft close lipped smile spread across his face.

“of course darling.” he patted your head. “it’s what i’m here for.”

you knew what he was actually supposed to be there for was only for your protection— to only clock in when you went to events and clock out the second said event was over and done with and you were back home safe and sound.

except kento clocked in the moment your eyes opened for the day, and clocked out as soon as they closed again at night, him by your side through everything in your life and not just for special events, but making sure you had had enough to eat and that you weren’t sick after you spent the day out without a jacket (much to his pestering), that you finished your homework when you were in school and helped you with it as best as he could, and that he was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father yelled at you over something idiotic again— all in all taking care of you like you thought a lover would do for their most treasured thing.

and you hoped you were kento’s most treasured thing.

he was yours, after all.

“i like when you call me darling.” you murmured softly. “and honey. and sweetheart.”

kento swallowed and blushed, thankful that it was sort of dark in your room and that you couldn’t see how pink in the face he actually was over something so minimal.

“i’m glad.” he replied. “you’d let me know if it ever makes you uncomfortable correct?”

you quickly shook your head. “it never makes me uncomfortable ken… ever.”

he nodded, smiling in satisfaction.

“you know what does make me uncomfortable?”

he faltered, brows furrowing in concern.

“what honey?”

“the fact that you still haven’t kissed me on the lips—”

he sharply breathed in and leaned back to stand upright, you giggling and protesting as you flung your arms around his neck before he could, bringing him roughly back down to you and basically pulling him on top of you as kento let out a little oof at the force.

he planted his palms flat on your mattress, trying to lift himself up a bit but unable to due to the astronomical grip you had on him.

“y/n i’m crushing you let me—”

“so?”

“you won’t be able to properly breathe—”

“and? this is the way to go!”

kento laughed into your neck then, managing to lift himself up at least a little bit  to look at you.

“silly girl.” he murmured, and you grinned.

how stunning.

his eyes dangerously switched to your lips, and you noticed this, your heart skipping a small beat in your chest.

“ken.”

“yes?”

“what do you view me as.”

his gaze shifted and locked with yours, his brows pinching together.

“what do you mean honey?”

“like—” you pursed your lips, looking away to the side in embarrassment. “do you see me as just… a client? or just a friend? or like a little girl who doesn’t know how to do anything? or spoiled?”

“a client?” he repeated. “not at all that’s— an awfully wrong term for what you are.”

your head snapped in his direction.

“really?”

he sat up, sitting himself down on the edge of your bed next to you and you scooching over.

“you are spoiled.” he continued, chuckling once he saw the hopeful expression on your face fall and turn sour. “but it doesn’t mean that you’re incapable of doing things… i’ve never once thought of you as such.”

you hummed in acknowledgement, relieved a little.

“do you see me as a woman?” you asked softly.

he looked at you confusedly.

“well— of course. that’s what you are, aren’t you?”

“no i mean—” you sighed, struggling to get the words out as a blush rose to your cheeks. “like a woman. like the kind that makes you want to…”

you faltered, and he waited patiently for you to continue.

“like the kind of woman you’d want to kiss and things… like— like the kind you’d see yourself falling in love with… or am i just— a friend?”

kento froze.

were you still drunk?

“sweetheart it’s not wise to talk about things like this when you’re inebriated please rest—”

“i’m not!” you frantically shook your head. “i sobered up a long time ago…”

dear god.

he can’t answer your question. he can’t answer your question without straight up lying to you just so he can keep that boundary of respect he had for you and your father, to keep the vow kento had with him as your protector, as your guide…

but kento nanami wasn’t a liar.

and kento nanami loved you— a feeling he had idiotically mistaken for confusion when it was actually the plain and utter truth, for what he felt for you was clearer than anything else in his life, and absolutely nothing about it was ever confusing like he swore up and down before that it was.

he’d known…. he’d always known. and that’s perhaps why he took the bodyguard position in the first place without a fret to your father.

to stay by your side. 

to make sure you were safe… with him.

but did he dare?… did he dare to take the pretty forbidden fruit he had tried so hard for years to stay clear from? to leave it glimmering and healthy to flourish on its own no matter how badly he wanted to harvest it and claim for himself?

“i—”

he hesitated, your beady doe eyes looking at him so hopefully that it clenched his heart without mercy.

“i love you…” he spoke softly. “but i don’t think you being with me would do you justice.”

you blinked, unsure if you should take that positively or negatively—

“but i love you still… you know that.”

you looked at him.

“but love in what way?” you responded.

because love you in the way of a friend or family member sure, and you knew kento did at least that much and wouldn’t have spent so much time with you since the ages of eleven and fourteen if otherwise.

but did he love you?

“love… in the way that makes me want to kiss you.” he tugged at the watch on his wrist, referencing to what you had said before. “and love in the way that makes me want to give everything i have to you honey.”

because he has. he’s been.

“really?” you whispered, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs as he picked up his head to look at you, nodding.

kento opened his arms out for you then and you slowly pushed the covers off of you, crawling over and extending your arms to wrap around his abdomen, his around your shoulders while you tucked your face into his chest.

“but i don’t think you being with me would do you justice my love…” he repeated, and you frowned, already feeling your bottom lip wobble.

“why?”

“i have too much respect for you and your father.” he explained, caressing your hair through his fingers. “and i feel that i’m taking advantage of my position by being with you always… that i’m not giving you a chance to know what it’s like to be with someone else—”

“i don’t want anyone else.” you cut him off. “i don’t need to explore to figure that out ken.”

you looked up at him, cheek mushed up against him. “you’re with me always too… do you need a chance to know what it’s like to be with someone else?”

“no.” he shook his head. “no i absolutely do not.”

you giggled softly. “see? then why would i need one?”

he stared down at you softly, a warm smile that could kill millions if he so let it on his face, and you blushed. 

“i guess you’re right sweetheart.”

kento continued to run his big fingers through your hair, you dozing off a little at the soothing feeling.

“i don’t think your father will be very happy knowing i love you.”

you grumbled. “who cares what that old fart thinks—”

he snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder in a form of scolding, you laughing and holding him tighter.

“he doesn’t have to know for now…” you murmured. “and honestly i didn’t even know you loved me so i think we’re okay—”

“i’m sorry?” he blinked. “i thought i made it somewhat… clear?”

“no!” you countered. “you rejected every move i made ken… you had me basically begging for you.”

his brows pinched in guilt. “i’m sorry my love… i was doing it more for you than for me i— … i didn’t have any ill intent behind it.”

“it’s okay ken.” you smiled cutely, pulling back and propping yourself up by your palms on your mattress, leaning and planting a sweet kiss to his cheek. “though you could’ve just told me you had a begging kink i would’ve understood and begged you to put your fingers in my—”

kento’s eyes widened and he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, your muffled giggles seeping through as he shook his head.

“you have the most vulgar mouth.”

you took his wrist and brought it away, your lips coming next to his ear.

“do something about it then.”

he stilled.

“or do you want me to say what other things i want you to do to me?”

“enough you need to rest—” he placed his hands on your waist with the intent to pull you back and lay you down to sleep… but he just couldn’t do it, his grip shakily tightening instead.

“what i need…” you slid your hands agonizingly slow up his chest and around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his with hot steamy desperate breaths fanning across each others faces. “is to know what it’s like to have your fingers in my mouth ken…”

“darling please—”

“—i wanna lick all over them—”

he respects you... dear god kento respects you he— he couldn’t possibly indulge in—

“—so i can show you how good i can suck and choke on your cock—”

kento mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and swallowed your lips up, you letting out a little squeak of surprise as his other unoccupied arm locked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, him hungrily kissing you and gulping down your humming moans of satisfaction as you hurriedly swung a leg over his thighs, straddling him.

you disconnected from his lips and pulled back, taking his hand and bringing it up to your mouth as you pushed him down on the mattress with your unoccupied one, kento looking up at you so hot and bothered and astonished as you hovered over him, plump precious lips wrapping around his index and ring finger and sensually sliding it deeper and deeper in your mouth across your wet tongue.

“jesus sweetheart…” he breathed out, eyes entirely transfixed on the way your lips closed around his fingers entirely and sucked, your head pumping slowly and you delighted over how hard he felt underneath his slacks over something as just you sucking on his fingers.

“m’gonna suck your dick.” you spoke with a mouthful of his digits, and he sat up a little.

“my darling you don’t— you don’t have to do that it’s alright—”

you slid his fingers out of your mouth and pouted. “but i want to… unless you don’t want me to? or do you prefer someone else to do it—”

“what? stop that.” he shook his head, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear as you snickered, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. “i’m just worried about keeping you up… you have to get ready in a couple of hours.”

you shrugged, giving him a little grin.

“if it’s you and your big dick keeping me up i could care less.”

you swung your thighs off of his lap and stood momentarily, dropping down to your knees and positioning yourself in between his legs— kento’s rounded eyes and shaky breaths making you laugh a little as you reached for the buckle of his belt, tugging the clasp open and him helping you in slipping it off before reaching in his pants, a trembling but needy hand pulling out his thick cock and slowly pumping it.

kento would’ve never thought you’d be kneeling in between his legs and about to do something he’d only fleetingly thought of, the sinful images quickly grabbed by him before he could materialize them in his head any further and tossed in the trash without looking back, embarrassed and awkwardly flustered that he’d thought of such a thing when you were usually just sitting there on your vanity desk dolling yourself up, or simply speaking to him.

he would’ve never thought that the questions of being something more to you than just your bodyguard, would actually actualize itself, your pretty lips beginning to wrap around the tip of his cock and all he can think about is you and how many days he spent yearning for you, confusing it for uncertainty, and lying to himself before giving in to the fact that he did love you. 

and very much so.

to kento, it was a privilege to undergo this intimate experience given by gracious you, and he only wished he didn’t push it away for so many years and dismissed your obvious attempts.

for what was happening now, was heavenly compared to the fleeting thoughts he had tossed in the trash prior… and your pace was rapid, your deprived little mouth that had begged for him time and time again slurping the ever living soul out of him as he clenched his jaw to keep his moans in, afraid of your father or any of the other housekeeping staff hearing what was filthily happening inside your bedroom— his face crossed over in pleasurable shock at how messy and drooly you were all over his dick without even allowing yourself the chance to breathe as you sucked. 

“honey—” he heaved, swallowing hard as he gathered your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. “s—slow down or you’ll choke—”

you didn’t listen, your thighs clenching together to ease yourself a little as you sunk your mouth down and gagged, the tip of his cock lodged in the back of your throat so deliciously that he let out a string of rare curses from his lips.

you slurped back up and pulled off of his length with a pop, you sticking your tongue out and smiling too as you tapped his girthy dick on your tongue teasingly.

“but i want to choke ken…” you placed an open mouthed slutty kiss on the side. “and i’d like you to fuck my mouth too please—”

“shit—” he cleared his throat, his balls feeling awfully full and heavy as you parted your lips and took him in again. “but i could potentially harm you—”

you pulled off again. “kento i don’t care just use me or i’ll make you—”

he quickly gathered your soft hair again, leaned back on an elbow and shoved you back down, bucking his hips up and hitting your uvula so hard that you choked, eyes immediately watering and you moaning as he continued to buck his hips up and force you down, sloshing gurgling noises from you fueling his every being with ecstasy, throwing his head back and eyelids fluttering closed.

“you have such a dirty mouth sweetheart…” he grunted. “where did you learn that from? huh?”

you tried to respond, his relentless hip thrusting and filling your mouth up preventing you from getting anything out besides choking noises and spit, kento picking his head back up and looking at you with half lidded eyes.

“i hope you’re not speaking to other little dumb boys with it and teasing them the way you tease me…”

you tried to shake your head no and get it across that you absolutely were not— that you were physically repulsed by any other man making moves on you in your life because they were never him… but his big cock stuffing your throat was drowning out your every attempt so good that you couldn’t.

“no?” a little dazed smile played at his lips, his abdomen tightening and signifying that he was about to blow his entire pent up load in your mouth. “good honey… i don’t want you wasting your time.”

he bucked his hips up faster and forced your head down deeper, his panting and low grumbling moans making you fucking wild as you tried your best to take all of him and suck him, tears from how many times you gagged and choked trickling down your cheeks and you not giving a single fuck and pushing through, noticing that kento’s increased fidgeting and gasping was a signal that he was probably close.

and when you felt him loosen his grip on your hair, gently trying to pry you off so that he could cum somewhere else and not in your throat like the little gentlemen that he was, you slipped your mouth down again and held yourself firm, lips pumping up and down as you jerked him alongside, kento running a hand down the side of his cheek with eyes screwed tightly shut.

“darling i feel—” he quickly sat up, his expensive watch glistening against the moonlight as his hand fell over his heart. “i feel my release let me—”

he pushed at your shoulders gently and you refused, continuing to suck him off and drive him to the edge until a low gutting groan left his lips, you squeaking as he suddenly went feral and pushed the back of your head down and filled your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you could while he held you there.

“christ i’m sorry—” he let you go and you came off of him, gasping for air and with a mix of cum and drool seeping down your chin as you fell back on your ass, your chest moving erratically as you tried to catch your breath.

kento immediately stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped it up, standing and placing his hands on your waist as he easily picked you up off the floor and sat you down next to him on the bed, concerned tumblings over your well being falling from his mouth as he moved your disheveled hair away from your face.

“honey i can’t tell you how sorry i am…” he dug into his blazer for his handkerchief, your tongue lapping up the excess drool and cum from your chin as his cheeks went red over you doing that, quickly stepping in and wiping off the rest for you.

“sorry for what ken?” you hummed, your voice a little hoarse and making kento feel guiltier as he sighed, placing the handkerchief down on your nightstand. 

“for abusing your throat y/n…” he spoke gently, ushering you to bed again as he pulled back the covers. “i wasn’t letting you breathe—”

“but i liked it.” you countered softly, crawling to your pillow and planting a tender little kiss to his cheek on your way, settling under the covers. “i asked you to use me baby… and you did just that! good job!”

kento playfully rolled his eyes and brought your blankets up to your chest. 

“yes but i could’ve done it in a better way.”

“in a better way likeee…?” you grinned cheekily. “like sex? well then you should’ve just asked ken i can take off my—”

you sat up and began unbuttoning your top, kento’s hands shooting out and stopping you midway as he flusteredly buttoned it back up, you laughing.

“please sweetheart you need to rest… it’s nearly six in the morning.” 

you groaned and plopped back down on your pillow. “just tell the monroe’s i’m sick. i’d rather be getting dicked down by you than drinking tea with them—”

“alright okay okay—” he brought the covers back up over you with an amused shy smile. “we’ll talk more about it tomorrow. at the monroe’s.”

you huffed and turned your back to him, kento chuckling before leaning over and placing a delicate lingering kiss on your temple, a slow sleepy smile crossing your face as you relished in the fact that he actually loved you… your fear of him seeing you as nothing more than just a spoiled brat quickly dissipating from the second he uttered his bashful but yet authentic confession to you.

you had been living in absolute worry and defiance and frustrating yourself when that wasn’t necessary at all— kento was just a gentlemen, a man, and his apprehensions for indulging in something more between the two of you were very real and valid and you understood… but you also didn’t care, your stubborn unruly (and spoiled…) personality and mind wanting nothing more than just kento.

and as long as you had him by your side, you didn’t care about anything else.

even when you had only gotten a total of a solid two hours of sleep before you had to wake up for brunch with the monroe’s, you didn’t care about that either, because kento was the one to wake you up with a soft hand down your back and gentle murmurs that slowly eased you awake, him delivering you a warm cup of hot chocolate for the morning because he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of coffee, and the brunch itself not seeming so bad too since you knew he would be there with you through the entire thing.

your newest biggest fear now though… was what your father would say once you told him. 

“are these alright for your hair miss y/n?”

you stopped applying your eyeshadow for a moment and turned your body from your bench seat, a tray of cute shiny pearled up bobby pins that you had requested a week prior sitting neat and ready for you, you looking up and smiling sweetly at your housekeeping staff.

“oh yes! these are beautiful thank you!”

she nodded. “do you need help putting these in? or are you okay?”

“i’m okay! if anything i’ll just ask kento hehe.”

she laughed softly, nodding again before placing the little tray down next to you on your vanity desk and turning to leave, passing by none other than kento on her way as he peaked through your door, giving your housekeeping staff a polite smile and allowing her to pass through first, making his way inside your bedroom once she left.

a cup of misty tea was carefully placed next to you on your desk, and you moved your eyeshadow brush away from your face again to see kento looking down at you with a kind grin, you instantly brightening up and scooching down on your seat to give him a little room to sit with you.

“you didn’t have to bring me this ken you gave me hot chocolate this morning!”

your voice was still a bit hoarse, and that’s precisely why he brought you hot tea to begin with, sighing softly through his nose as he sat down on the other side of your bench next to you.

“it’s for your throat honey.” you continued to buff out your eyeshadow, putting your brush away upon finishing and reaching up to fiddle with your bun, taking a few strands out for a more candid look. “how do you feel?”

“horny.”

kento went into a coughing fit and you laughed, his reactions to your ludicrousy always being a favorite of yours as you pecked his cheek in apology.

“sorry sorry—” you wiped the gloss you got on him off of his chiseled cheek, picking up your little tea cup after and taking a sip. “i mean it’s true i want your dick inside of me but—”

“darling.”

“okay!” you set your tea cup down, grumpily took some of your pearl bobby pins from the tray and started sticking them in your hair. “just say you don’t want to have sex with me it’s fine—”

“that is not what i’m saying whatsoever—”

“you refused to have sex with me last night and you’re doing it again right now mph!—”

he clasped a big hand over your mouth and pulled your head in, bringing his lips to your ear.

“there is nothing more i want than to be inside of you and split your warm little cunt open.”

your eyes blew out in shock.

“so enough or you won’t get anything.”

he turned your head to make you look at him directly.

“understood?”

you quickly nodded and he lowered his hand, grabbing one of yours and kissing the back of it before standing and walking to the door.

“your father wants you in the car with me in twenty minutes sweetheart. i’ll wait for you there.”

you watched him click the door shut behind him and you spun your head back around to face the mirror, shakily moving some strands away and quickly fanning yourself in attempts at calming the fuck down, completely thrown off course on what you were supposed to do next in your routine as you couldn’t even remember what you had just done.

because kento had a secret feral mouth that you had no idea of until now…

and you wanted to hear it again.

eventually you gathered yourself up and finished putting the rest of your bobby pin pearls in your hair, shuffling around in your room looking for your chiffon scarf and breathing out a sigh of relief once you caught sight of its pastel yellow fabric, it matching your summery dress and peeking from your bed as you snatched it and looped it around your upper arms, the fabric falling gracefully in a low curve behind you as you grabbed your clutch and made your way out the door.

you didn’t know what energy to exactly expect from the car ride as you trotted down your staircase and out to his car, but you were nonetheless still surprised to see that kento carried on like he didn’t just mutter in your ear that he wanted to rearrange your guts and for you to behave, you blinking at him and perplexed when he just went on about what things to pay attention to that the girls say because he knew your father would ask you about that certain topic later, not wanting you to get in trouble and an earful if you weren’t able to answer his questions about it.

and you were still perplexed upon arriving at the monroe’s estate— their place of living the only thing you really liked about the yearly brunches, as they lived in what looked like a fucking english regency palace instead of the plain modernized mansions you were accustomed to (including yours…), and you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous each year of the wonderful labyrinth the monroe’s had, an endless place of history and poise that your own home very much lacked.

but as beautiful as their estate was, it still didn’t make up for the absolute bitches that lived in it.

“ken if you turn this car around right now i will do absolutely anything you say and not go to any parties for two months instead of just one—”

he chuckled loudly and shook his head, rounding their grand water fountain that sat extravagantly in the center of their lawn outside, other sleek cars already parked in the front. 

“it’s just for a couple of hours honey.” he parked the car and turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt. “just indulge in their conversations for a while… and listen please. your father will ask about it later.”

kento shut the door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, him opening yours on the other side while offering a hand out for you to take, you gratefully doing so with a stoic dead look on your face as you kept your eyes locked to the grabble below.

“they don’t even like me.” you muttered, flashing a polite smile to the housekeeping staff that was waiting up ahead, walking up the steps. “the monroe’s and their girl friends don’t even like each other they’re all just a bunch of fake—”

“y/n!”

both of your heads shot up just as you entered the estate, the eldest of the monroe sisters trodding up to you with a smile.

“it’s good to see you!” her eyes shifted to kento. “and with nanami. of course.”

bitch.

“mhm! yup!” you exchanged polite hugs and stepped back. “are the rest of the girls here?”

“yes they just got here actually! they’re all out in the garden with my sisters i was just heading there now!”

“great! i’ll see myself then, you go on ahead.” you tightly smiled, and she shrugged, bidding you a ‘see you later’ before disappearing off into the depths of her home, you slowly turning around with a stressed out twitch in your eye but faltering when kento wasn’t behind you like you thought he was.

you spun around as your tried to look for him, gaze scanning the area to find him and stopping once you did, your brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing him at the other side of the corridor staring at something.

you slowly began walking down, eyes locked on what he was looking at and it making you stop in your tracks next to him once you got close enough to see.

the wall in front of you was littered with wedding photos of the monroe sisters parents and the generations before— the ceremony, cake cutting, pictures of their first dance, and singular portraits of various brides and grooms on their wedding days scattered about with smiles on their faces, all things kento was just staring at without any indication in his expression that could let you know as to what was going on in his head.

“ken?” you asked softly, and he looked to you.

“oh i’m sorry.” he glanced at his watch. “are you ready to head out into the garden?”

“y—yeah…” your eyes switched back to the wall ahead.

“you were looking at their wedding photos?” you smiled. “they’re cute huh? i look at them too every time we come.”

he nodded, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you away from the wall and towards the garden again. 

“i was only curious.” he spoke. “there’s an awful large amount of them.”

you snorted in agreement and continued walking, feeling like there was something he was thinking about and not telling you— you looking to the garden entrance ahead then deciding to take a peek at kento again through the corner of your eye, you suddenly finding him looking over his shoulder at the portraits still.

and your eyes softened.

you slowed down and reached up, gently turning his head from the portraits to you.

“what’s wrong ken?” you looked over at the wall and back to him. “why do you keep looking at the pictures?”

“oh— i didn’t realize.” he readjusted his yellow lensed sunglasses and continued ushering you on with a hand on your back. 

you frowned.

“ken you wouldn’t look at something for that long without any reasoning behind it…”

“it’s truly nothing.” he responded simply, the both of you entering the garden now and drawing nearer to the long table set up amidst a bed of roses and daisies, the rest of the girls beginning to take their seats. “enjoy your brunch darling.”

“no! but—”

“it’s alright go say hello—”

“i’d rather actually rot—”

“hello y/n!”

you stopped fidgeting and dropped your arms, another tight smile on your face as you greeted the youngest monroe sister from the table, deciding to ignore kento’s chuckling from behind you and walk up, taking a seat with the rest of them and looking over the extravagantly set up table for anything to stuff your face with— it filled with little pastries and appetizers from top to bottom, a pretty strawberry shortcake cake in the middle surrounded by a tier of cupcakes and scones, little baked sandwich platters, and a porcelain tea cup set at each of your designated seats to enjoy.

you lightened up a little over all of the cute details and selections, forgetting that the monroe’s always knew how to put on a lovely brunch for all of you every year as you extended an arm, grabbing the nearest tea pot and carefully pouring the steaming liquid in your cup.

“girls! just the other day my father bought me another set of those diamond jewels from the franziska’s!”

that’s why you’d always forget.

the rest of them gushed and looked around the table to the eldest monroe, her neck clad in a pretty diamond necklace with matching earrings and rings.

“i know right? i had lost my previous set while swimming in the lake and my staff couldn’t find them.”

“oh that happened to me once.” one of their girlfriends piped up. “it was an exclusive emerald set from europe… only one in the entire world made!”

the rest of the girls gasped and murmured.

“i had my staff looking in the lake all day and night for three days until one of them finally found it!”

“oh thank god!” the middle monroe sister breathed out. “i would’ve absolutely hated to lose those! especially since they’re a one of a kind!”

“mhm yup! and you know what else actually? just the other day i found out francis— you know the girl from the faltis family?”

the girls faces turned knowing and they eagerly nodded.

“i found out she was asking up and down various jewelry shops and makers for my emerald set!”

they all gasped.

“you’re kidding!”

“no! the girl either wanted to copy me or make the same exact set to still copy me.”

“oh! that sleazy—”

you completely tuned them out beyond this point, your brain literally pulsing with the stupidest shit you had ever come across to hearing in your life, choosing to sit there and enjoy the weather and pretty cherry blossoms around you as you ate a cranberry scone and thought about the things you wanted to do for the weekend.

it’s not like you were a total opposite from the rest of the girls.

you too liked jewels and pretty things, luxury branded vehicles and a little bit of gossip here and there.

but it was the way they talked about it and handled each thing was what aggravated you the most.

they were ungrateful, greedy, and bitchy— no other girl that was a loose connection from them allowed to have the same jewelry set as theirs, the same set of friends as theirs, or the same set of dresses for your monthly bashes and dinner parties as theirs, turning utterly nasty if they so even got a glance of someone else having the same thing as them.

all things that were pointless and unrighteous to be upset about.

and just for the sake of keeping your father from putting your head on a stick, you remained civil with them and refrained from wearing anything similar to theirs at an event if you knew they would be in attendance.

but it was easy, for your taste was completely different than the lot of them, and you preferred pearls anyway over any kind of diamond or emerald or sapphire jewel piece.

“oh! and you know what i heard?” another girl friend spoke up. “akio from the corvus family has a little crush on miss y/n over there!”

kento’s ears perked up.

you jumped upon hearing your name, the rest of the girls gushing and ‘ooing’ as they turned their attention to you.

“i’m sorry what? who?”

“akio!” she laughed. “that man is obsessed with you! he asks for you at every single gathering.”

akio? 

akio… akio…

“the one that looks like a toad?”

the girls laughed at your comment, covering their mouths or learning forward as you just blinked at them, unaware of how what you said was so funny.

“oh you’re too much!” the youngest monroe waved you off. “yes him! any time he sees any of us at an event he always asks if you’re there with us.”

“you know what yes!” the eldest exclaimed. “i heard he wanted to strike up a proposal with your father! i think he already did!”

you dropped the cupcake you were holding.

and kento froze.

“a— a— propo—”

“oh my god congratulations y/n!”

“lucky you!”

“oh a bride already!—”

you turned in your seat to look at kento, but he was looking the other way, an unreadable expression on his face.

you turned back to the girls.

“is this a rumor or it’s actually happening?” you asked. “i don’t want to get married to him!”

they laughed again.

“why not?! yes he’s ugly but that man is loaded. has money to last him and you entirely without having to work a day in your lives!”

your blood ran cold, because anything you knew that was ordered by your father, was bible.

a housekeeping kitchen staff came around then and refilled a few platters of pastries and appetizers.

“ahh you’re so fortunate y/n!” one of the girl friends gushed. “i’d love to be wed to a man with money like akio… i could care less what he looks like!”

“you can have him.” you quickly sputtered, and they laughed again. “no seriously i don’t want him take him please—”

“oh don’t be silly!” the youngest monroe sister waved you off. “akio wants you. he’s kind of creepy about it too.”

“why me?!” you whined. “i’ve only spoken to him a handful of times—”

“why don’t you ask him at the dinner party you’re hosting next week? i’m pretty sure he’s going!” another girl friend spoke up. “i have a feeling he’s gonna propose to you there.”

you propped your elbow up on the table and placed a hand on your forehead in misery, feeling like you were living in a total nightmare.

“i’d honestly rather go broke.”

they all burst out laughing again.

what the hell was so funny?

“you’re too much!” the middle monroe sister gasped. “just give him a chance! once you see all the things he can buy for you, you’ll change your mind. plus… i think it’d be nice to have a break from mr. nanami don’t you think?”

you picked your head up.

“…kento?”

“uh huh!” the eldest continued. “god that must be exhausting having him around watching over you like that… it’s like he’s babysitting you. must be tiresome for him too.”

babysitting?

“with you and akio’s marriage i’m sure he’ll dismiss nanami’s services, and you can go your separate ways finally!”

“but—”

“and mr. nanami sure is handsome too.” another girl piped up with a hushed voice. “he’ll find a rich girl to settle down with in no time—”

“oh that’d be so great!—”

you abruptly stood, the silverware and tea cups clattering as you did so, the rest of them falling silent.

“sorry. excuse me.” you mumbled, eyes casted downward as you moved around your chair and off to the side, the girls shrugging and uncaring as they proceeded to babble on about other nonsense as you walked ahead, further and further away from the table and the chattering and through the garden, passing by several other flower beds of orchards and sunflowers until you reached the little duck pond by the end of the garden.

you stopped and sighed, bitterly crossing your arms and damning your father for ever discussing something as serious as marriage without your consent, marrying you off basically, or even lacking giving you a god damn warning before you came to brunch today— you and your father both knowing how much of a blabber mouth all of the girls were and how much they fed off of gossip like that.

you felt like a fucking idiot.

and who the hell was akio exactly? you knew of him and kind of had an idea of what he looked like, but you never really paid attention whenever he came up to talk to you at events or parties, his face almost entirely blurry in your mind besides the obvious features he had that did in fact make him look like a damn toad.

and another thing that was obvious too, was how creepy he was.

the only thing the monroe’s shit talking got right.

“honey?”

you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“hi ken.”

the rustling of grass filled the otherwise peaceful ambience as he stepped beside you, the both of you looking out ahead over the sparkling duck pond.

“are you alright?”

you nodded.

“i know you’re not alright i can see it.” he readjusted his lenses. “i’m assuming it has to do with the information the monroe’s told you?”

“i’m being married off ken.” you mumbled, eyes switching to him. “how are you so calm about this?”

“oh i’m not.” he spoke simply. “i’m quite agitated actually.”

you faltered, eyes falling down.

“i’ve always respected your father ever since we were young. and every choice he made with you i always agreed that it was what was best for you.”

you listened.

“but i can’t—” he paused. “… i can’t see how this is best for you. and i don’t know if it’s because i love you and i’m being selfish or if it actually is what’s best for you… so my thinking is— adhered.”

“how can marrying me off like the fucking renaissance period be what’s best for me?” you muttered, and he chuckled softly.

“and i love you, kento.” you continued. “my thinking’s also messed up.”

he placed a hand on your lower back and gently nudged you to him, you complying and falling into his side, wrapping your arms around him.

“it’s your choice y/n.” he spoke softly. “i know akio isn’t… the greatest. but he’s qualified to be your husband.”

your eyes widened.

“what are you saying? what about— what about you?”

he looked down, a sad smile on his face.

“i’ll stay for as long as you need me sweetheart.”

the ducks fluttering wings from the pond ahead filled the silence, tranquil splashes of water that followed after their every move with little quacks and hoots.

“so you’re just gonna give me away.” you mumbled. “just like that. easy peasy. who cares—”

“no—”

“i want you to be my husband ken.”

he gave you a deadpanned look.

“darling don’t joke about things like that—”

“oh i’m not joking.” you separated from him, frustration swirling in your chest. “why is it always considered a joke to you when i talk about being with you?”

he paused, sighing a little through his nose.

“i feel incredibly lucky that a woman like you could envision a life with me.” he spoke. “but i’m also aware that i’m very… boring. i’d feel it wrong to tie you down to a life without excitement like the one you live now.”

kento slipped an arm around your waist and brought you back in again.

“akio seems to be more like you… maybe you could learn to get along.”

your lip began to wobble, and kento’s eyes softened. 

“sweethea—”

“i don’t care about any of that stuff.” you sniffled, wiping your cheeks. “you of all people should know this—”

“don’t cry please you’ll ruin your hard work—”

kento dug into his blazer and pulled out a little handkerchief, carefully patting down your face.

“yes i like to go out a lot but so what? it’s not something that’s a part of me it’s just something i like to do.”

you took the handkerchief from him and pressed it into the corner of your eye. 

“you’re a part of me ken… and i want a life with you, i’ve known since i was freaking sixteen. i don’t need it spelled out for me.”

kento swallowed.

he’d always admired how stubborn you were, because to him it meant a strong mind and an ambitious drive in contrast to the negative connotation that that word seemed to have— things that were absolutely who you were and why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you were such a gem.

but he worried still that you’d regret it and change your mind.

that he wouldn’t be able to live up to your lifestyle and your wants and needs, and that you’d get bored of him… leaving in the end.

kento doesn’t think he could bare the thought of you leaving him, much like how he couldn’t bare the thought of you marrying akio either.

but if it meant what was best for you, then so be it… except it wasn’t. 

he was sure of it.

“you’re a part of me as well.” he murmured. “i’m sure you know that—”

“i don’t.” you grumbled, and he chuckled. “you’re always switching up on me with your rejections and then your confessions i’m confused—”

kento silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his big hands on either sides of your face as your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his built frame, your arms snaking around his neck and his bringing you closer by the waist as you tenderly deepened the kiss— soft lips smacking and moving with such love that it almost made you cry again.

“i’m sorry.” he pulled back, whispering against your lips. “it’s completely unfair to you—”

“s’okay ken.” you whispered back, the cutest smile he had even seen in his life on your face. “i’ll forgive you if you keep kissing me.”

“deal.”

your lips mushed up against each others once more, kento breathing you in and relishing in the feeling of your body pressed up against his, his hands slowly roaming around from your waist to your sides— still trying to be respectful of his hand placement until you took one of them and lowered it to your ass cheek with a squeeze, him laughing against your lips.

you were so silly.

silly and bright and spontaneous and beautiful, today another reminder from countless others with your frilly pastel yellow sundress and the pearls in your hair, your entity different from the rest of the women he’d come to know and thankful that he was lucky enough to have grown with you.

to have protected you. 

and the both of you were relieved to see that the monroe sisters and their girl friends didn’t seem to care where you two had ventured off to, for you didn’t know how long you were gone either as you approached the table again— the dessert piles, scones, and strawberry shortcake cake nearly nonexistent, you taking a seat again and secretly reapplying your lipgloss since kento had basically sucked it off of your face, your cheeks pinky and the butterflies in your stomach running rampant.

you were glad then that the monroe’s and their minions were such dim witted bitches too, because their level of self-absorption inhibited them from knowing or picking up on any clues of what could have transpired between you and kento in the garden, them immediately going to you upon arrival and chatting up a storm about mindless things again like you had never left the table to begin with.

but all you could think about was what you were going to tell you father about akio.

and you didn’t want to think about it honestly… because you knew there was a strong chance of you getting literally violent and landing yourself in deeper shit with him than ever before.

that didn’t matter either though if it meant being with kento… and for real this time. the thought of simply just him giving you the push that you needed to trudge up your grand staircase once you got home from brunch, kento trailing behind you and pleading with you to take a little breather before going in to speak with your father, but you absolutely done over the situation seeing as he only ever saw you as a thing and not his daughter if he was willing to marry you off like that.

“my love please relax—”

you stopped in front of your fathers study and knocked curtly, ignoring kento’s words.

“come in.”

you pushed down the handle and walked through, kento following close behind you and clicking the door closed as you stepped to the front of your fathers desk, your arms crossed.

“ah y/n. nanami.” he looked up from his documents, eyes switching between the two of you. “how was brunch with the monroe’s?”

“good.” you replied.

“was the food selection still as grandiose as always?” he looked back down at his paperwork.

“mhm.” you crossed your arms. “they had strawberry shortcake cake this year.”

he hummed. “the monroe’s always know how to put on a good event don’t they? for their daughters? and how are they by the w—”

“they’re fine.” you cut him off sharply. “but you know what isn’t fine?”

he eyed you.

“what?”

“that you’re marrying me off to akio—”

he sighed loudly and placed his documents flat on his desk, leaning forward and wringing his hands together to rest on the surface.

“he’s a good prospect.” he began. “he came up to me with some very impressive ideas about the future of my business, and also how much he was interested in you.”

you scoffed. “so this is what the arrangement is about? your business?”

“i thought you would be happy about this?” he extended his hands out lazily. “akio comes from a wealthy background. you’ll be taken care of in whatever you need and he’s qualified to take over my business once the time comes—”

hurt flashed across your face.

“why would you consider akio taking over your business and not your daughter?”

he laughed humorously, shuffling some papers about mindlessly on his desk.

“y/n you can’t possibly think that i’d consider you to take leadership over my business.”

“and why the hell not?”

his eyes narrowed.

“because you’re incompetent.” he spoke harshly. “you don’t know the meaning of responsibility, you’re stubborn, you’re spoiled, and all that you concern yourself with is parties and outings. you think i would allow you anywhere near my business?”

with each insult and jab that was thrown in your face, the blurrier and blurrier your vision got, you desperately trying to blink your tears back and put on a brave front, but finding it difficult when it was your own father that was dumbing you down to nothing.

“you’re not ready for anything like this and i don’t think you will ever be.” he stood up from his chair. “i’m thinking of what’s good for you and you’re being ungrateful yet again with your complaints—”

“sir with all due respect please try to see where she’s coming from.” kento interjected. “i’m sure she has the future of your business in her best interests, but marrying her off to someone she doesn’t know very well is upsetting her—”

“she’s never had any interest in the state of my business son you and i both know that—”

“sir she’s an extremely capable woman and independent i assure you her contribution to the business would serve prosperity—”

your father scoffed. “there is no prosperity with her. all she brings is disorder and foolery and i appreciate you trying to vouch for her but—”

“please if you’d just give her a chance—”

“i’d give you more of a chance over her—”

“then give the company to kento!” you yelled, the both of them snapping their heads to you and kento’s eyes widening. “i could care less what you think of me everything you told me isn’t new fucking information—”

“young lady language—”

“—i’m not here to try and convince you to give me the business that’s not what i’m here for.” you spat. “but don’t you dare stand there and say that i’ve never cared about the state of it when that’s bullshit.”

kento placed a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off.

“give the company to kento.” you repeated firmly. “if you give it to akio he’ll run your business to the ground and you know that.”

“and how would you know he isn’t qualified—”

“are you kidding?” you shook your head incredulously. “akio is a little dumb boy who goes to his daddy for help any chance he gets because he can’t do anything for himself. he puts on a show about how he’s this mature experienced man when he’s nothing but a joke.”

“i thought you said you barely knew him?” your father asked. “where is this information coming from?”

“the monroe sisters.” you spat. “they’re blabbermouths and their opinions are garbage, but their gossip is always truthful.”

it’s how you found out about the arranged proposal after all.

“i’m stubborn, i’m spoiled, i’m too stupid to handle anything for myself i’m helpless— fine. whatever you say but him?—”

you pointed to kento.

“he’s the most qualified for this position and you and i both know that.”

“y/n no—” kento tried to interject again, but you cut him off.

“he’s seen you handle the business since he was fourteen and knows it inside and out and just as much as you do. any task you’ve ever given him he’s gotten it done and more and i assure you that the business will flourish if you give it to him.”

you stepped forward, your father standing there with a neutral expression.

“believe it or not i care about what you worked so hard for to create, and i care about you, and regardless of what you think of me and the fact that you’ve shown me the complete opposite, it’d kill me to see akio ruin all of it.”

you wiped your cheeks and continued as you turned around, making your way to the other side of your father’s study. 

“kento’s a good man. everything will be in good hands with him.”

you threw open the door and stomped out.

“and i’m not marrying akio!—”

“y/n return at once—”

“sir i advise you to—”

your father and kento’s words drowned out the further down the hallway you got, tears spilling from your eyes now that you were away from it all as your heels hastily clicked against the shiny marble flooring, quiet sobs racking through your body.

you spouting repeatedly how you didn’t care what your father thought about you was a complete lie.

because you very much did care… you always have. and no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that you were capable of more than just parties and brunches and pearls and pretty dresses and shoes and cars, it was never enough. 

you were never enough.

“y/n—”

kento distantly burst out from your father’s study and quickly strode up to you, concern etched all over his face as you shook off your chiffon scarf and chucked it somewhere behind you in frustration. 

“my darling—” kento picked up the long piece of fabric and continued on after you. “my darling i’m so sorry—”

“i need to be alone ken.” you sobbed. “i’m sorry too i just need to be alone—”

“i refuse to leave—”

you slammed your bedroom door shut and kento picked up the pace, his eyes big in alarm at the sound of tumbling and thudding in your room as he stopped in front of your door, swinging it open to reveal you on the other side throwing your heels across the room along with several other pairs and things, your pretty pearls and jewels flying as he stood there in shock.

kento caught sight of you picking up your favorite porcelain flower vase amidst your rage to throw, him quickly stepping in and snatching it from you and fighting your thrashing as he held you to himself.

“kento stop it!—”

he placed the vase safely on your vanity desk and spun you around, his arms grabbing your shoulders tightly as he bent down to your level.

“sweetheart breathe please—” 

he hurriedly snagged off his cream colored blazer and tossed it off to the side, leaving him in his blue button up and suspenders as he rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands back on your shoulders.

“hey— it’s alright.” his hazel eyes frantically darted over every corner of your face, him snatching off his lenses now and tossing them. “it’s alright breathe for me y/n please—”

you could only sob, your mascara stained cheeks and heartbroken expression crumbling and ripping kento to pieces as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup and caress your wet face.

“everything he said was the farthest thing from the truth don’t let it upset you like this—”

“no but he’s right he’s right!” you sobbed. “i’m useless i can’t do shit for myself and i’d probably be off somewhere dead in a ditch if it wasn’t for you—”

“do not say things like that—”

“kento you can’t be with me.”

he faltered. “i’m sorry?”

“you can’t be with me it’s embarrassing to be with me you’re better off with someone who’s capable and responsible like you i just bring you down—”

“stop that i’m serious i won’t ask again—”

“no kento you’re not listening!” you cried, your shoulders violently shaking. “you’re a good man. you’re such a good man and you’re way too good for me and i don’t deserve to be with you you can’t keep babysitting me like this—”

“how could you ever possibly say these things about yourself?” he shook his head. “how could you ever say that you’re too good for me when it’s the other way around?”

your eyes narrowed.

“no it’s not don’t give me that—”

“your father is full of shit.”

your mouth snapped shut.

kento never badmouthed your father no matter what it was, and he also never cussed so forceful and purposeful no matter the situation.

“he’s always been too hard on you and too stoic for reasons that i will never understand nor ever agree with.”

he leaned closer.

“do not upset yourself over the things he said any longer and do not worry about your marriage arrangement with akio.”

“ken—”

“do not think about the pearls you just threw over your balcony do not worry about anything— i will take care of it.”

“i—”

“i love you and i will take care of it.”

you continued to cry, letting your body slump wholly against his as he caught you and held you tight.

“please.. i beg you darling to believe me when i say that you are the most capable woman i know.” he spoke against your ear, his chest aching over your soft sobbing. “you’re witty and you’re intelligent and you’ve come so far simply because of who you are and the way you carry yourself. it’s a shame your father can’t see that.”

“no one can see that—”

“i can see it. everybody else can see it too and i’ve been around you all my life to testify for it.” 

you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.

“believe me my love…” he ran a soothing hand down your back. “you’re everything. you’re an asset. don’t let your father’s words take that away.”

you sniffled a little, standing there silent as your hiccups and sobs settled down gradually, your heart beating prominently against your ribs at kento’s sweet murmurings and affection, because though your fathers actions and decisions were bible, so were kento’s words.

he was a good man.

“thank you.” you mumbled, and he nodded, gently guiding you to your bed to sit.

“i’ll take care of you sweetheart.” he pulled back and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “i promise you.”

you smiled a little, a small warm gleam in your eyes as you sniffed and nodded.

“okay ken.”

words didn’t need to be said between the two of you to know the unconditional love you both had for each other, one that was born and bred and made a fact upon your lives crossing paths through fated connections, and strengthened from the day kento decided to be your bodyguard and protect you with everything that he had.

and words didn’t need to be said between the two of you as you both fell in each other’s soft embraces either, kissing with lingering hands and bated breaths as kento delicately laid you back on your bed after a moment of soft chattering, him making sure you were okay, and scattering hungry open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck and your body language alone with your needy whines enough of an indicator to him that you needed all of him, just as much as he needed all of you, his calloused hands undressing you and worshipping your bare body and everything that you were.

skin to skin contact that was hot to the touch, your arms that barely reached around his broad built shoulders trembling as kento made love to you that night, foreheads resting against each others as he pumped slowly and intimately in and out from inside you, your gasps catching themselves in your throat and him moaning with every thrust and snap of his hips that sent you down a ditzy fucked out road that you never wanted to back track from.

and kento treated you like a delicate little pearl all while at the same time desperately marking and bruising you up with hickeys and bites, afraid from the start that he would accidentally cross the line and hurt you due to his size, but you reassuring him with your perfect smile and pretty face while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he filled you full, him swallowing you whole and man handling you so much to the point where he had to have you biting down on his tie to keep you quiet while he fucked you senseless.

everything about it was meaningful and cherished and nothing like you’d ever experienced before in your life— a night you wanted to remember for as long as you lived and prayed that you got to repeat over and over again… with him.

with kento and kento only.

he was the only man capable of simmering down your tears and making you feel so much better about a situation as horrid as the one that transpired, and he was the only man that was capable of getting you to listen when you didn’t want to, an incredible talent in itself that spoke volumes in how much of a gentle and kind and reliable person he was… and you only hoped that you provided him with things of the same caliber.

and the thought of that only amplified upon you waking up to find that kento wasn’t next to you in your bed the next morning… when you clearly remembered falling asleep in his big arms the night before.

you slowly sat up, one tired eye peeking over at the vacant spot next you and around the room, finding nothing and honestly feeling a little down about his disappearance as you groggily got out of bed.

maybe he went to eat breakfast? or get a cup of coffee?

you continued on anyways with your morning and freshened up for the day, your legs nearly giving out and sore in the shower due to the pounding he gave you— skin tender and purple under the running water and you loving every mark, shrugging and getting ready quicker than normal so you could finally see kento downstairs to share a little smooch or two with him.

you zoomed through styling your hair and doing your makeup before spritzing a bit of perfume, not bothering to locate your phone before you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped out, bidding your usual good mornings to your housekeeping staff as you skipped down the grand staircase and over to the kitchen, a place he was usually at if not already with you in your room.

but he wasn’t there.

and you frowned.

where was he?

you spent a total of thirty minutes looking for kento— practically turning your mansion upside down and even sticking your head in rooms you had never stepped foot in before, your mind fucking confused and worried that you couldn’t locate him anywhere and that your staff didn’t even know where he was when you asked, for him doing something like this was completely unheard of.

upon going back upstairs, you speedily walked past your fathers study and stopped.

could he be in there…?

but your father was for sure in there, and you couldn’t stand the thought of speaking or even looking at him at the moment without fury clouding your judgement again.

but kento could be in there…

you took a deep breath and walked back to your fathers door, hesitantly knocking gently.

“come in.”

you pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you before turning around and shoulders slumping when you didn’t spot him in here either.

dammit.

“good morning.” your father spoke. “what can i do for you? it’s rather early for you to be stopping by.”

“oh yeah sorry i just—” you played with the ends of your hair. “i was just looking for kento… i thought he might’ve been in here.”

he shook his head.

“he’s not. he left.”

you froze.

“he— what?”

“he left.” you father repeated. “nanami stepped down from the position of being your bodyguard earlier today. he left a couple of hours ago.”

what the fuck?

“i don’t—” you tightly gripped the table next to you, balancing yourself. “i don’t understand—”

“you’ll be assigned a new bodyguard within the next coming week—”

“did he say why?” you breathed out. “did he say anything at all?”

your fathers eyes scanned you.

“amongst various other things, he said he simply couldn’t fulfill that position anymore.”

“did you fire him?!”

he scoffed. “don’t be ridiculous y/n i would never do something like that to nanami. i tried to get him to reconsider.”

holy fucking shit.

kento quit? kento left? kento left you?

it didn’t make any sense. nothing about it made sense to you this— this wasn’t like him at all—

“like i said you’ll be assigned a new bodyguard soon i just need to finalize nanami’s paperwork—”

you swung open the door and ran out, your eyes already filling with tears as you pushed through your housekeeping staff and ignored their beckoning and calls, you bursting through your room and throwing everything around to try and find your phone through your heaving and panic.

why did he leave you? was it something you did?

did he finally realize you were nothing but a useless spoiled girl?

you hurriedly wiped your eyes and kept looking, transitioning from your bed over to your vanity desk and knocking over everything to try and find your stupid phone to call him, some of your expensive bottle of perfumes clattering and spilling and you not giving a rats ass about it as your tears increased in intensity, about to run out of your room and get in your car to literally drive around your fucking city to look for him until you snapped your head up.

a small yellow sticky note sat stuck to your mirror. 

you stopped, dropping the items you were holding and stepping closer— pulling the note from its position and bringing it in.

i’ll be in the garden waiting for you when you wake up.

kento.

you hiccuped and wiped your eyes again, kicking the clothes you had thrown about in search for your phone (that you still couldn’t find) as you hurriedly left your room and trudged down the hall, confusion and hurt suffocating your head over the information you had just learned about him and his leave, you reaching the bottom of your staircase and rounding through various hallways and lounge areas to get to the entry way of your little garden, one that wasn’t exaggeratingly massive like the monroe’s, but one that was a great size and that you loved with everything in you— various flowers and herbs planted by yours truly as you periodically took care of them from time to time.

and sure enough, as promised, kento was standing at the end of your garden, his back turned to you as he overlooked the acres of land your father owned that stretched beyond the premises of your rosey labyrinth, him dressed in a casual yet dressy tight long sleeve sweater and dress pants— a sight you weren’t used to seeing at all as you always saw him in a full blown suit everyday without fail.

kento heard the soft rustling of grass and he slightly turned, a soft smile stretching across his chiseled face until he caught sight of your tear stained cheeks and pissed off expression, his face dropping and brows pinching.

“honey what’s wrong?” he walked over to you and you glared. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“you quit.” you muttered, already annoyingly feeling your waterworks trigger again. “my father said you gave up your bodyguard position.”

“oh.” his shoulders relaxed, and his nonchalance only further pissed you off. “i did my love yes—”

“why.” you pushed. “why are you leaving i don’t— i don’t get it did i do something wrong? i—”

“what?” he shook his head and took your hands in his. “no dear god no you didn’t do anything.”

“then why are you leaving?” you sniffed, and kento wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“i told your father i love you.”

you stiffened.

“he wasn’t very pleased.” he continued. “i figured he wouldn’t be… but he didn’t make me step down from my position darling, i chose to do that.”

you blinked confusedly.

“but why?”

“i don’t want to be paid for something that i was born to do as your man.” he smiled warmly. “it didn’t feel right to me… and i don’t want to be labeled as that anymore either.”

he wiped away your remaining tears.

“i want to only be known as yours now. not your bodyguard or anything else in between.”

you were left speechless, unmoving and rigid at everything he was saying.

“however… your father did make me choose between you and the business.”

your brows furrowed, taken aback.

“the— the business?—”

kento nodded, a content smile still on his face.

“he was impressed by what you said yesterday sweetheart.” 

you scoffed. “what that his words were bullshit and that he doesn’t care about me—”

he laughed, little crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.

“he was satisfied to see that you weren’t angry about not getting the company for yourself, but because he was going to give it away to someone who wasn’t qualified to maintain it.” 

you pursed your lips.

“he was offering it to me in exchange for letting you go. i refused immediately.”

your eyes shot up.

“kento no i— fuck—” you looked around exasperatedly. “this is your dream! this is everything you’ve ever wanted i feel horrible for taking that away i don’t—”

“sweetheart don’t be stupid.” he chuckled. “i thought i made it clear enough that you’re everything i’ve ever wanted… not some business. i don’t need any of that. just you.”

your eyes softened.

“are you sad at all?”

he shook his head and gently kissed your forehead.

“i’m the happiest i’ve ever been y/n.”

and that was the truest of truths.

kento was truly and incandescently happy, no longer tied down and restrained by his inner monologues of former idiotic confusion, or jugglings of what was best for you and whether you should be with him or not no longer standing in the way either as he finally welcomed the fact that yes— a woman as gracious and lively and stunning as you could indeed love a simple man like him, an absolute privilege and honor to have someone as special as you want a life with him in it that he just couldn’t understand how his feelings were ever considered confusing to start with.

for him thinking of nothing but you and his occupation as your protector and your guide, a job that he saw himself doing beside you until his very dying day, was all simply a mask of him thinking out the rest of his life with you in the form of work.

and it was so clear that he loved you. so much.

how could he not? how could the way he stared at the monroe’s generational wedding portraits and photographs, swapping their faces out with his and yours, and his constant weighings of ‘if she was mine’ and ‘does she actually feel the same way’ from before not already give away enough that he loved you?

but it was even clearer now, with him giving up the opportunity to build and nourish a reputable business like he’d always aspired to do, turning it down without so much as a blink because he wanted you and you only, not feeling an ounce of regret in his body and knowing that he never will.

kento was looking forward to spending the rest of his days with the woman that he’d always envisioned it with— the forbidden heavenly fruit that he had deemed impossible to reach and wrong to even try, him unknowing of the fact that that same glistening fruit sat dangling and waiting as it would only ever let itself be harvested and picked by him… for kento was the one who planted and had been nurturing it for as long as it could remember.

planted it… nurtured it… kept it safe.

kept you safe.

and funnily enough, another individual was also looking forward to seeing your life with kento unfold… your father— curious to see how exactly two opposites became compatible, and when it was that the two of you fell in love as it managed to wholeheartedly slip past his radar completely when most things didn’t.

had he really been this absent in your life?

… though regardless if he was or wasn’t, it was too late to dwell on it now, seeing as you were a grown woman and capable and your father was grateful that you at least had a companion with you through the many days he wasn’t, and an honorable man such as kento— taking care of you and guiding you through every step of your life when he didn’t even need to be asked, his willingness to do it and overlooking your reckless habits reading numbers to your father.

and even more so now as he leaned against his studies stone balcony ledge from above, it overlooking the entirety of your garden plus the acres of land he owned during the annual dinner party he put on for the business, kento sitting peacefully on a lawn chair with you in his lap while drinking glasses of sparkling champagne, soft echoing laughs and giggles heard from below as you enjoyed each others company away from the bustling crowds and nosy relatives.

it was a pleasing sight, to say the least.

and it was exactly why your father was going to give his business to kento when the time came, because when given the choice between gluttony and love, kento chose love.

he chose you.

“i’m thinking of planting tiger lilies soon.” you hummed, your head resting on kento’s shoulder as he delicately ran a hand down your back, sipping his champagne. “it’s almost their season… right?”

“i believe so, yes.” he nodded. “i think that’s a great idea.”

“thanks!” you cheesed, running the tip of your index finger absentmindedly over the rim of your glass. “will you help me? i need your big manly arms to carry the soil out from the flower shop tomorrow hehe.”

he chuckled, tracing his fingers gingerly over your upper arm. “i’ll pick it up for you in the morning sweetheart. don’t concern yourself with it.”

you smiled to yourself, cheeks warm as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.

“i am concerned about something else though…”

his brows pinched, lowering the glass from his lips and looking at you in concern.

“what is it?”

“when we’re gonna pick our wedding date—”

kento laughed boastfully and shook his head, setting down his champagne glass on the little table next to him and settling his hand over your thigh, the material of your classy black dress smooth under his touch.

“you asked me this just last night my love.”

“okay so?” you grinned. “you don’t want me to be your precious wife? the birth giver of your offspring?—”

“i never said that—”

“because i could y’know.” you caressed his jaw with your thumb. “i could be your wife and be the mother of your children… isn’t that what you want?”

with all of his heart.

“it’s what i want at least.” you pouted, and kento smiled handsomely, the vision of you soaked in the rays of the setting sun before him a lethal one as he felt his heart rattle against his chest.

“me promising to take care of you has marriage included above all else my love.” he spoke gently. “you will be my bride someday, i assure you.”

you stared at him warmly, your cheek falling to rest against his as you placed your hand on his chest and over his white crisp button up.

“i also assure you that you’ll continue to be happy and protected, alright?” he squeezed your thigh. “just because i’m not your bodyguard anymore doesn’t mean my duties are done with.”

you nodded against him, the slight prickling cold wind brushing against your skin as the stunning sun continued to set.

“you’re a good man, ken.” you murmured. “and i love you.”

and that was another truest of truths.

because as he reiterated that same three worded phrase back to you and held you closer to his built frame, grabbing his blazer from the arm rest and draping it over your goose bumped filled shoulders, and with a tender kiss to your lips?

it was obvious that kento nanami was born and raised to be just that.

a good man.

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