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⏦⠀˚⠀♡⠀⠀miguel jealous of jeff the land shark⠀⠀┈⠀﹙⠀blurb⠀﹚

miguel can’t believe the anomaly in front of him.

a little shark with… legs.

jeff the land shark, according to the records lyla provided. accidentally stumbled upon another universe while venturing around an alleyway searching for food.

the little creature was quite amusing to him. tiny arms and legs, cute black beady eyes, and a big old mouth that takes most of his face. the shark simply stares up at him with those beady eyes, a bright smile on his face with his tongue sticking out happily.

“you gotta admit he’s adorable.” lyla magically pops by his shoulder, in awe of the little shark.

well… the little guy is kinda cute, miguel thought.

jeff sniffs around, getting a sense of this strange place until his tail starts wagging. miguel’s eyebrows furrowed at that, a bit skeptical. suddenly, he runs and jumps around miguel’s office.

“¡ay coño, no!” miguel curses and tries to catch him but ultimately fails since jeff is a literal bouncing ball.

“nom! nom! nom!” jeff exclaims excitedly, jumping around.

“this is amazing.” lyla chuckles, recording the incident with her phone. “just wait until she sees him.”

that causes miguel to stop in his tracks. oh he knows exactly who lyla is referring to. you, his loving wife who loves cute animals, would go batshit crazy if you ever saw jeff.

“don’t let her in here—”

“too late.” lyla winks with a smirk then disappears as you enter the office with a loving smile that always melts his heart.

“hola, osito. how are you— OH MY GOD!”

well, shit.

your screaming startle jeff a little but ultimately smiles when he sees you, tail wagging more excitingly.

miguel sighs, holding out a cautious hand. “mi amor, espera—”

“EEEEE!” you squeal excitingly, rushing past your husband and straight towards the cute baby shark on the desk with your arms wide open and jeff happily jumps into them.

your husband, on the other hand, stands there with a dumbfounded expression as you spin around in glee with jeff in your arms. totally not feeling abandoned by his wife. this is probably the happiest miguel has ever seen you. although the sight is heartwarming, he can’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. he spoke too damn soon.

“oh my god!” you squeal happily, squeezing the baby shark in your arms. “you’re the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“nom! nom!” jeff smiles at you.

“what’s your name?”

“his name is jeff.” miguel cuts in, still lowkey kinda bothered that you’re still haven’t looked at him this entire time. he can’t ignore the achy feeling in his chest the longer he stares.

you can’t help but snort because that reminds you of an iconic phrase from a comedy movie you like.

“hi jeff, you’re mine now.”

the baby shark nods, smiling. “mrrr!”

“you’re not taking him.” miguel approaches, hands on his hips.

now you finally look at him but with a lowkey pissed off look he instantly recognizes. “of course i’m taking him, bye.”

“you can’t take him! he’s an anomaly!” he tries to reason with you as you’re already walking away with the baby shark. “he’ll start glitching the moment you walk out of here.”

“well then give him a watch.”

“no.”

“pretty please.”

oh for fuck’s sake.

ultimately, miguel does give jeff a watch. mainly so he doesn’t piss you off. also because of those gorgeous beady eyes of yours that he can never resist and make his knees weak.

although he’s skilled in masking his true feelings, miguel still can’t deny that achy feeling in his heart as he watches you walk away with jeff in your arms, cooing and smiling at the tiny guy. for the first time, his wife completely ignored him. no hug, no kiss. a tiny shark creature got all of that attention, not him.

at first, he thought it was temporary. you’d spend time with jeff, get to know him and gush about him since he is adorable after all, then he’ll be sent back to his correct universe and you will return to your husband who desperately misses you.

oh the dumbass was so wrong.

due to your pleads and despite his complaints, you continue hanging out with jeff and miguel is not super thrilled about it. before, you used to visit HQ to see your husband. now, you’ve come see that damn shark and spend the entire day with him. hang out in miguel’s office, wonder around the society, eating together in the cafeteria. it pissed miguel off a lot. this little shark is getting all the attention from his wife and not himself. of course miguel denied it and pretend he doesn’t care, that you simply just adore the little guy and there was nothing much to it.

but it never stops! even at home you babble about how adorable jeff is, talk about the things you do together, and wish he would live at home with you. oh miguel is a big grumpy bug, pouting when you aren’t looking because deep down he is jealous. is he jealous of a baby shark? yes. will he ever admit it to you? no, absolutely not. but after denying it for a while, miguel admits to himself. how could he not? the amount of time you spend with jeff only left a little for miguel. he misses how much you babbled about him just like the way you are with jeff now. he misses having your attention, now being replace by a damn shark.

a baby shark stole his wife.

what a fucking joke.

but the truth is, he misses you.

now here he is, staring at the multiple screens with a scowl like usual. the clicking of heels reaches his ears and he instantly knows it’s you. instead of turning around and greeting you with a loving smile, miguel continues looking and swiping through the screens.

“hi, osito.” you greet him sweetly, approaching his side and giving his arm a gentle loving squeeze.

he only lets out a low hum, not meeting your gaze which makes your brows furrowed slightly in confusion.

“what’s up?”

“nada.” his flat tone confuses you more.

gently tugging him by the bicep, you try to make him face you but miguel remains firmly in place.

“miguel, what’s wrong?”

“nada, just busy.” he shrugs off your hand, making your heart ache a little. “why don’t you go find your pet? bet he misses you.”

he’s referring to jeff. also, the jealousy in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed. you let out a soft, sad sigh. you know you’ve been spending much time with jeff recently. honestly, you can’t help it because he’s just an adorable little guy. but you’re aware of these actions having consequences on your relationship. you’ve notice the sadness in miguel’s eyes when you venture off with jeff. it’s a little stab to the heart to hurt him like that. jeff may be adorable but you love miguel more than anything or anyone, he’s the love of your life. you can’t blame him for feeling jealous and upset. lately, you been dialing back time with jeff so you’d be with miguel but he’s been putting some distance between you as well. it hurt and only motivates you more to fix this little problem.

“precioso, mírame pro favor.”

damnit, you plead so sweetly like that makes his knees weak.

finally, miguel turns to look at you and his eyes widen seeing your sorrowful ones. practically making him feel guilty for acting so cold, distant, and basically an asshole towards you. he’s about to spill out apologies but you beat him first.

“i know i’ve been spending so much time with jeff and i’m sorry for making you feel ignored. i did get carried away and didn’t realize i was hurting you until later on, i’m sorry.”

fuck, he feels extra guilty. your sorrowful tone and eyes makes his chest ache. he appreciates your apology and already forgave you in a heartbeat yet miguel still feels like the bad guy here.

“i’m sorry too, mi reina.” he raises a hand to cup your cheek, heart fluttering when you lean into his touch. “for being an asshole, distancing myself. that hurt more than anything.”

you offer a sad smile. “just know i’ll always love you and you can always tell me how you’re feeling. okay?”

miguel nods, appreciating your caring words. “siempre, tu tambien amor.” bending down, he captures your lips with his in a soft kiss which you happily reciprocate.

“nom! nom!”

the cute familiar sound makes you and miguel turn to find jeff sitting on the desk smiling at you both. the sight melts your heart, including miguel’s now that he isn’t bothered by his presence.

“my baby~” leaving miguel’s hold, you approach jeff with open arms and he happily jumps into them.

for once, miguel smiles at heartwarming sight. seeing you so happy and caring with the baby shark warms his heart. you never mentioned about babies before but you definitely have motherly instincts towards jeff, caring for him as if he’s your baby. sure, it’s quite amusing caring for a literal shark yet jeff is adorable. besides spidercat, spider-plushie, and mayday, jeff is definitely one of the cutest things miguel has ever seen.

turning to face miguel, you find him smiling which warms your heart. with a smile, you walk back to your husband with jeff in your arms. the little shark smiles at miguel.

“mrrr!” he suddenly jumps into miguel’s arms, who is caught off guard for a moment but quickly catches him.

“awww he likes you.” you smile.

“well… i can’t really blame you, he is cute.” miguel admits, meekly smiling at the baby shark in his arms who smiles at him.

“mrrr!” jeff pokes his broad chest.

miguel’s brows furrowed for a sec. “what?”

the baby shark continues poking his chest.

“he wants a suit.”

“seriously?” miguel’s brows rise in surprise and amusement. “alright, we can make him one.”

jeff shakes his head and pokes his chest again. “mrrr.”

“ohhh he wants your suit!”

“my suit?” miguel looks at him and he nods happily. “por dios.”

eventually, miguel gifts jeff with a mini version of his suit. the two stand side by side, both clad in red and dark blue. jeff beams and twirls in his new suit excitingly. a mini version of the iconic spiderman 2099. the adorable sight melts your heart completely.

“aww my precious babies!” you snap a pic of them.

miguel rolls his eyes but smiles, cheeks flushed.

had to welcome the newest member to the society properly.

jeff also became his unofficial adoptive son thanks to your a thousand pleads (lets pretend jeff isn’t kate and gwen’s pet in this). back at your shared apartment, there is a whole cabinet dedicated to all of jeff’s favorite snacks and drinks. a tiny water bowl with his name on it near the kitchen island. in one corner of the living room, there is a little (dog) bed for him where jeff takes occasional naps. your home is conditioned to jeff’s needs whenever he visits and miguel isn’t against it, rather happy to see the little shark in his home and making his wife happy.

one day miguel found you and jeff in the kitchen making dinner. the baby shark helps you with grabbing whatever spices, vegetables, or utensils you need. it’s a usual routine for you two and miguel loves walking in to find you both.

“hi, osito. dinner is ready.” you greet your husband with a kiss.

miguel kisses back, leaving a hand on your hip. “gracias mi amor.”

“it was jeff’s idea to make tamales tonight.”

“mrrr!” jeff exclaims happily from the counter, smiling.

“great choice, jeff.” miguel smiles at him.

the baby shark smiles then jumps onto miguel’s arm, who catches him with one arm while the other is wrapped around your waist.

another night miguel comes home late from a tough mission, expecting you to be awake like usual because most times you wait for him despite his pleads for you to sleep, he calls out your name but no answer which leaves him confused a little. entering your shared bedroom, miguel is about to call your name again until he finds you and jeff asleep, cuddling in bed. jeff is snuggled against you and your arms are wrapped around him as you both doze off. the sight melts miguel’s heart. his precious wife peacefully sleeping with the baby shark in her arms.

“preciosa…” miguel whispers as he leans over and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead then covers you and jeff with the sheets, quietly shutting the door to not disturb your slumber.

miguel loves his little family.

⠀⠀✸⠀⠀note.⠀⠀the suit idea is inspired by this cute artwork! btw this is a repost. if you saw this last week, no you didn’t lol.

©⠀TEENIDLEGIRL⠀♡⠀don’t plagiarize or repost my work

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Kate Bishop & Jeff the Land Shark VENOM WAR: IT'S JEFF (2024) #1

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please observe my beautiful son.

thank you for observing.

timelapse is down here :)

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summer jeff 0:3

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this. fucking. picture.

HIS HAND?? HELLOOO??!!

REF DO SOMETHING😩😩🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

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I HATE THIS GUY [FNAF Secret of The Mimic Part 2] [x]

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Meet Me in Malaysia

A/N: Spoiler warning for season 2

- Wedding is the same day, but not the same year as the Shibuya Incident

Nanami always felt heavy on this day, as if his soul was being pulled down by an anchor. On this day, he could never shake the constant cold that hung over him like a cloud. His bed feels much larger, too big for his room. Too big for him, but he’ll never bring another into it. It’s a place only meant for you and him, it’s a place where your memory and scent lingers in the cloth of the sheets and blankets, in the seams of the mattress. It is on this day, when his soul seems to cry the loudest, yearning for its other half. He feels your presence the most on this day, feeling closer to you, more than ever. Feeling so close that he can pull you back down and into the security of his arms. He can’t bear to look at the wedding picture of the two of you on his nightstand, or any picture of you that he has around his house.

His wedding ring felt like a weight on his finger, encasing him in shame and anger at his failure to protect you. He can still feel the stickiness of your blood splattering on his tuxedo. He can still taste the iron, the bitterness, that got into his mouth. He should’ve been faster, been stronger. Maybe, if he wasn’t there, you would be here. October 31st, the day when his life simultaneously started and ended. His whole future was snuffed out by an attack that went through your chest. He only had you as his, officially, for a couple of hours. The two of you were married for only a couple of hours before he lost you. Instead of showering you with love, he visits the places that you like, that are important to the two of you. Nanami got out of bed, feeling sluggish and dull as he got ready for the day, remembering you, trying to chase remnants of you.

He began his day by parking in a neighboring city next to his first destination. Underneath the sun, he felt alienated. The children were too loud, people were smiling too easily. He felt colder than ever. He walked a couple of blocks to what he thought was an abandoned building but now has been turned into luxury apartments. Nanami felt his heart drop slightly, everything and everyone moved on, but he remained stuck. The history that you two shared was an anchor. He sat on a bench in front of the apartments, thinking of the memory that this place holds. The two of you went on your first mission together here, to exorcise a curse. Nanami smiles to himself at his memory of being in awe of your technique. It was a lightning type, instead of having a domain, you were able to summon lightning. But what made Nanami speechless was your swordsmanship. You moved like air with your katana, as if you were dancing.

You went through curses like they were paper, in milliseconds. It was a guilty pleasure of his, watching you move. His face warmed thinking of the times when you would teach him how to use your katana, your hands over his. Just as he was in awe of you that day, you were in awe of him. He hit his first black flash that day, and your stare made him feel like a knight. But what happened after, started something in his heart that he couldn’t have avoided.

“Damn,” you hunched over your phone, “It’s broken.”

“Your phone, right?” He placed his (broken) phone in his pocket as walked back to you. You dejectedly say “yea” causing him to lightly laugh, at least the two of you didn’t break anything. The two of you gave the cursed spirit one last look, you even kicked it, to make sure that it was dead before walking into the afternoon light. The sun was still shining, as you both stood on the edge of the road, not sure what to do.

“That was all we had to do?” You asked, beginning to walk towards the city area.

“Yes,” he kept pace beside you, “We got done early though.”

“That’s good,” you look at him, “Right?”

“I mean,” he said, “Yes, it shows that we’re efficient, so good job.”

You smiled, “Well, since we have a lot of the day left, we should get food to celebrate.”

Nanami frowned, believing that the best thing to do was to stay put because both of your phones were broken. But as he looked at your smile, he felt the fight in him disappear, suddenly feeling hungry. His face began to burn as he felt himself being led by you toward a random food destination. He noticed how your hand held his like he was going to slip away, and he noticed that his hand was extremely clammy, you were always adjusting your hand to his sweaty one, to make sure that his grip wouldn’t falter.

You led Nanami to a ramen restaurant, it was a cute one, with indoor and outdoor seating, and even a bar. The walls were painted black, coming to life with painted pictures of cherry blossoms. The two of you sat at a booth, near the window, the cushion a welcomed feeling after exorcising a curse. It was silent as you watched the city life bustle underneath the clear sky, drowning in the ambient noise of restaurant chatter.

Drowning in how you felt his eyes watched everything that you did. Every tap of your finger, to how he was ready to ask you huh, after your lips would move. In the silence, he noticed that one cheek was slightly larger than the other resulting from the mission, a scar forming on the other. He noticed how the sun turned your eyes into pools, trapping him in something that he could not understand, but it felt like he had always seemed to miss it.

“Do you have plans for the break?” He asked you, causing you to look up from your ramen.

You focused your attention back outside, looking at the families as you swirled your noodles, you just shook your head, causing Nanami to mentally facepalm as he remembered how your family pretty much dropped you off in a new country, not communicating with you. He thought back to when he found you in a hidden corner at the school, crying at the isolation caused by your parents. Lucky for him, you haven’t left his side since, forming a trio with him and Haibara.

“Just staying at school,” you smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes, “What about you?”

“We have an extra room,” he said without realizing, “You can stay with us, I can’t imagine you being alone for all of the break.”

“Seriously?” You asked, and he nodded, not knowing that he was planting the seeds for something that grew beyond the reach of both of you.

Before he could answer, a loud thud on the window next to the two of you caused you to laugh and him to roll his eyes. Gojo’s face was pressed against the window, his blue eyes animatedly moving back and forth as he mouthed “found you.” Geto called over Shoko and Haibara and your private lunch celebration became a party. But in the loudness, and in between the laughter and jokes, Nanami was the eye of the storm. Complete serenity and the two of you shared secret smiles that went unnoticed by the friends around you.

Nanami chuckled to himself at the memory as he sat in that same booth after visiting the apartments. Though he had nothing beautiful to look at, no one’s hand to hold across the table. It was just him and his thoughts, and he was feeling crushed like his lungs were ready to collapse at any given minute. He didn’t know that he was setting himself up for failure, when he opened his home to you, perhaps if he didn’t, you would be sitting across from him, poking his leg with a smile. He wouldn’t be reminiscing over the same memories every year on your wedding anniversary, sitting in the same restaurant by himself.

After paying for the bill, he walked to his car, still feeling cold. He mindlessly scrolled through the messages on his phone, most of them wishing him a happy anniversary and expressing condolences. He turned off his phone, not having the energy to respond to the messages. As he looked up, he stopped, just now, he heard you. He heard your voice, clear as ever. He spun around, searching the crowd for your eyes, for your face. Just for something to tell him that you’re there, but he found nothing. He sighed, giving the crowd one last look before he went to his next destination, the place where the two of you shared your first kiss.

Nanami drove to Hitachi, the seaside park holding onto the core memories that he had made with you. He walked through the pathways that were surrounded by the flowers in their autumn bloom, remembering the nervousness of that day when he went there to propose to you. He couldn’t talk as he fell to his knees, causing you to think that he tripped. Nanami chuckled, twisting his ring as he made his way to the Ferris wheel, towering in the distance beckoning him.

He stood in line, tapping his foot on the ground, getting lost in a place between the past and present as he thought of the first time that he was on this ride, how softly you kissed him for the first time. You gave him a promise that you never should have made, and he should’ve known better than to hold you to that promise. Nanami settled into the ride, watching the people in line slowly become smaller. As the ride inched up, Nanami closed his eyes, the salty air bringing him closer to that night.

You decide to get Nanami away from the school after Haibara’s death, not being able to stand the distraught look on his face when Nanami passes Haibara’s old dorm. You didn’t go on that mission with the two of them, but you’ll never forget the fear in his voice when he called you asking for help with Haibara. He sounded like a child, each question being broken up by a desperate attempt to keep Haibara’s attention on him. Each time you said “I don’t know” the pit in your stomach grew larger, hating yourself for being so useless.

Then, when he did return with Haibara, the only way that you were useful to him was by holding him. That was all you could do, was hold him, protecting him in your arms. During Haibara’s ceremony, he was silent, with no reaction besides his hand holding yours like a prayer. He was so close to you then, before pulling away. Days filled with conversation, turned to him barely speaking a word to you, leaving you alone. Each day starts with you praying that the two of you will go on a mission so he can talk to you. But he was distancing himself, each time he looked at you his eyes lingered on you, as if you would fade away, ultimately leaving him alone.

You missed him. You missed the times when you would train together, which would turn into you watching him practice his cursed technique. Or when the two of you would study together in your dorm, which would turn into you being wrapped up in his arms, legs intertwined. In those moments, you felt safer than you ever had, feeling as if your souls were being tied together. In the low light of your dorm, he looked like an angel with a soft blush, his lips in the smallest of smiles. You missed having him near, and each night you saw him in the back of your mind, you felt the ghost of his touch.

You missed your friend.

“Let’s go,” you said walking into his dorm, “We’re leaving.”

“To where?” He turned away from his work.

“Out,” you stepped up to him, placing a finger on his lips, “And no arguing.”

The drive to the Hitachi Flower Festival was quiet besides the music that was playing low on the radio. Nanami kept his eyes on the view outside, only commenting about how the two of you would be in trouble once you got back, in which you laughed. The sound of your laughter would have made him crack, but it sounded harsh in his ears. It reminded him of Haibara, how he lost him due to his failure to protect him. He’ll never hear his laugh again, and seeing you laugh made him realize that he doesn’t want to be around when you meet the same fate.

If he distances himself now, it’ll hurt less when something happens. He tells himself that he’s protecting himself, doing it for the benefit of others, of you, if something were to happen to him, he doesn’t want you to bear the burden of guilt. He’ll die happy if you resent him, it’ll be one less person who will be affected by him. Yet, when you reach over and hold his hand, he doesn’t move it, he welcomes the calming touch.

The flowers were beautiful, a sea of baby blue. The breeze in the air created the effect of waves, as they rolled. You and Nanami kept the conversation light, only talking when you felt the need to. But what he lacked in talking, he made up for in his touch. The two of you never left each other’s side, usually walking with your arms linked together, or hand in hand, and it leaves you feeling confused and relishing in the tenderness.

Before Haibara’s death, you and Nanami were cautiously growing closer, beyond friendship. You were on the verge of asking him what those moments were, what they meant, but everything came crashing down and you didn’t, giving him the space to grieve. In the flower fields, Nanami snapped some photos of you (which he still has), and you begged some poor stranger to take pictures of the both of you (which he still also has).

During those pictures, it was the first time that he genuinely had smiled, and looking at you smile as you leaned into him, he swears that he was falling in love. But, he was so scared of losing you. You dragged Nanami to the Ferris wheel, tentatively thinking that the day was going well, he was smiling more than he ever had following the weeks of Haibara’s death.

As you sat across from him, looking at everyone and the flowers losing their shape the higher you went up, you felt your mind wander back to him, to the two of you. You felt your mind buzzing with words, and yet your mouth was unemployed. You wanted to know that you weren’t alone in your feelings, that he sees you, and desires you as you desire him. His hazel eyes were pools in the sunlight, each time his eyes made contact with yours, the air felt heavier, and you felt breathless.

As the Ferris wheel reached its peak, you felt it shudder to a sudden stop, a static-filled voice telling everyone that the ride had temporarily stopped working. You heard Nanami sigh, looking everywhere but your face, as if losing the small confidence he had to look at you. You turned your attention outside, first looking at the ride operators trying to start the ride, then to the ocean, the gentle waves rolling.

“Thank you, for today,” he whispered, “I … I needed it.”

You smiled, before getting up and sitting next to him. It was a tight squeeze, but he created more space by lifting his arm causing you to be glued to his side. In the shifting sunlight through the Ferris wheel box, his eyes were pools of honey. They seemed to have been looking past you, into your soul. In the silence, the air seemed to have come alive, breathing slowly and heavily. In the silence, you noticed everything about him. How your legs were touching, how his arm was draped over you. You felt your eyes being drawn to his face, noticing every beautiful detail. The only thing that you knew was that you wanted to hold him close, never letting him go. He’ll be safe with you. You saw him lean closer, the small space between you becoming ever more smaller. You closed your eyes, expecting his lips, when you opened them he was staring at the floor.

“I can’t,” he mumbled, “I … I don’t want to hurt you too.”

“Hurt me?” You asked, “What do you mean? You’ve never hurt me.”

“I don’t want you to end up like … like him,” he moved his hand back to his side, still not looking at you.

“I don’t want to lose you too.”

“Well,” you began, “That’s unfortunately part of the life that we were born into,” you said, slowly taking his hand, “Everyone dies, but that doesn’t mean you have to live in fear.”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks warm, “I am afraid of losing you, but I can’t stop my heart from wanting to be with you. I can’t convince my heart that I want someone else. I just want it to be the two of us.”

“But what if something happens to you, and I’m not there, or able to save you,” his voice was shaky, “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do without you.”

“That’s why we take things a day at a time,” you leaned into him, “I can’t promise that anything won’t happen to me, but I promise to be there for you, always. Let’s not have the future overwhelm the now. Overwhelm us.”

“You promise?”

“You have me, Kento, always.”

It was a sweet sensation when the two of you kissed. You loved how his hand gently held your face in place, you loved feeling his smile. His lips were soft, tasting like the candy that the two of you shared, drew you in, making you lose your breath. The somewhat sloppy kiss turned into something more passionate as you felt him deepening the kiss, leaving you breathless. You were lost in him at that moment. Lost in the way he was holding you so close, you were lost in his touch. You were lost in his kiss, which was sending your mind into a sensory overload. You were lost in him.

Before Nanami knew it, the ride was over. He looked back inside the box, and for a moment he saw you there, smiling and waving to him. Yet, when he blinked again, you were gone. Nanami looked at the sky, seeing that the sun was slowly setting, he still had places that he needed to go.Nanami found himself wandering the gardens of Jujutsu High, finding it strange how empty it was. He walked underneath the trees, noticing the autumn bloom that made the wedding day beautiful. He still has your wedding dress in his closet, along with all of your clothes. Sometimes, he pulls it out, just to get a sense of you. It’s one of the ways that he feels closer to you. He remembers how the dress looked stunning on you, hugging you perfectly.

The dress had a lace corset top that was off-shoulder. The bottom of the dress was mermaid style. You were comparable to a queen, or something more gorgeous. To Nanami, as he saw you walk down the aisle, he could’ve sworn that you were the goddess of beauty. If only he could have stopped time right there, then maybe you would still be here, instead of in his dreams.

You stood in one of the spare rooms at Jujutsu High, sitting on the windowsill overlooking the wedding down below. The students that were there slowly trickled in along with your friends from your teen years at the school. Your eyes immediately found Nanami, who was listening to an animated Gojo whose arms were flailing as he snapped pictures of everyone and everything. You smiled, opening the note that Nanami left you in the room. It was short, only a sentence, but it still caused your heart to race: only a couple of steps until forever.

Despite the nerves and the packs of gum that you have been chewing to fight the queasiness, there was an undertone of excitement and happiness. The time for you to walk down the aisle couldn’t come fast enough. You went back to the mirror, looking over yourself. Your hands ran over the dress, your fingers rubbing the lacy material, getting lost in thought. Your mind came to life with fantasies of the future: the honeymoon to Malaysia and the sun-soaked days, and then to eventually starting a family, you felt your face burn at the thought. But, waking up with Nanami the next morning, not just as your lover, but as your husband, is what excites you most, more than anything. That moment can’t arrive fast enough.

“You ready?” Gojo peeked into the room.

“Yes, but my hands are gross,” you rubbed them off on a tissue.

“You nervous,” he laughed, “You’ll be fine. He’s waiting,” Gojo offered his arm, “And once you see him, your hands will fade from your mind.”

Gojo was right, the moment your eyes locked with Nanami’s time stopped, just like when you first kissed him. You felt your legs weaken, causing you to grip Gojo’s arm even more. His face lightened up at the sight of you, shining like jewels. Looking at him in your weakened state, you realize that you never wanted to leave. Nanami took your hand, kissing it with a smile. He held your hand throughout the ceremony, sneaking glances and smiles your way which caused your heart to jump. He looked so handsome you couldn’t stop staring. You were trapped in his eyes, feeling flushed whenever you stared into them. His love was consuming you like a fever. But there was forever in his eyes, and it was an ignition.

The two of you finally faced each other, his hands wrapping around yours. You kissed his hand, your lips leaving behind a faint stain. Nanami cleared his throat, preparing to speak. At that moment, everything and everyone disappeared, it was just him and you.

“I guess I can go first,” he quietly chuckled, “Y/N, ever since I met you, I knew that getting rid of you would be impossible, and being here is a testament to that. I love you to the point of self-deprivation. I want to be the one who worships your body, I want you to fade into me, for our DNA to be intertwined. You’re all that I’ll ever want. All that I’ll ever need. I promise to protect you, to always be there.”

Once again, you were too stunned to speak, but you were floating. Feeling so radiant that you swear you could’ve outshined the sun. In his eyes, you were the only person that he could see. He is the answer to your restless heart and aching soul. Only he can put it at ease.

“Kento, your love runs through my veins, the source of my heart,” you smiled, pausing briefly because of the tears threatening to fall over, “I can’t get enough of you, you have become the air that I breathe. When you are near, the air changes, and when you’re far, I do not recognize myself.”

Your hand gently wiped away a tear that fell from his eyes, causing him to smile as he kissed your hand. You took a breath before talking again, “If my sight fails me, I will recognize you by touch alone. Kento, I will always burn for you. I promise to be your heart’s friend, its lifelong song.”

Nanami lifted the veil, revealing your precious face. He could’ve sworn that he died, you were suffocating him, and he hasn’t even kissed you yet. His lips felt like safety, causing your body to erupt in ecstasy. His lips were soft, drawing you in, causing you to lose your breath. He was holding you so close, causing you to be lost in his touch. It was you and him, and you have never felt safer.

Nanami’s heart sank, the happiness that he felt that day was destroyed hours later. He should’ve forced you to stay at the reception, locked you in a room. He should’ve kept you safe. But you insisted, as his wife, you needed to be there with him. Despite trying to force that memory out, he can’t. It’s embedded in his soul.

You played with your ring in the front seat as Nanami drove to meet up with Gojo and the others. In the silence, you were aware of everything, and how your future that was in reach, suddenly felt out of it. Nanami’s face was in a tight frown, his only smile was when his hand squeezed your leg. His smile would disappear though when you would grab his hand, staring into his eyes for some type of comfort.

But you found none, just a look of trying to keep every together. You’ve never been scared to exorcise curses, but as your relationship with Nanami grew deeper and more intimate, you felt your fear blossom. You wanted nothing more than to turn around. In the silence, you were aware of his cologne, now suffocating you. The wedding garter that you spent the whole day imagining how he would take it off, felt like it was cutting off your circulation. You got the foolish idea to pray, but something in you felt dead, an endless pit in your stomach.

“Hey,” you reached for his hand, “I need to tell you about our honeymoon,” he didn’t look at you, so you continued, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but I need to tell you-”

“Don’t,” he squeezed your hand, “Tell me after.”

“What if,” you felt the fear spread across your chest, as a truth settled over you.

“You’re going to tell me after,” he repeated as if saying it again would make it come true.

You only nodded, your mouth stuck together. The rest of the drive was done in silence until you arrived at the destination. It was a massacre of a town. A mess of bodies for the hordes of curses to feed on. You bit back your disgust, steeling your nerves. You felt Nanami quickly grab onto your waist, whispering in your ear to be safe.

The two of you began to split the difference between the curses for that area. It was effortless, your movements were graceful, your weapon driving through the curses before they even realized. You and Nanami fought side by side, his smile was small at the times when you would take his kill. You were cautiously beginning to feel optimistic. You felt enraptured by Nanami watching him move. He was beautiful, looking like a knight. As the fighting dragged on, more hordes replaced the ones that you had cut down. Your energy was waning fast, and looking at Nanami’s heaving shoulders and sluggish movements, you could tell that he was feeling the same. “Just a couple more,” you breathed. He didn’t respond, his eyes were focused on the slow horde that was moving in your direction.

You quickly turned his face in your direction, kissing softly, “Just a couple more, and we can go back to enjoying the rest of our night.”

The two of you tried to continue to stick together, but it was overwhelming. You lost him in the horde, as you desperately searched for his blonde hair. You yelled his name, but your voice was washed away by the noise. You steadied your breathing, trying to convince yourself that he was fine, he promised that everything would be fine. You stumbled through the horde, your eyes open for him, your ears only listening for him, until you found him. You don’t save him and he dies, save him and you’re out of luck, either way, your wedding night will be beyond ruin. You shouted his name again over the chaos, begging him to get up, for his arm to reach for his weapon, but he was gone. He was a vegetable, completely paralyzed, staring blankly in front of him. His eyes were hazy, clouded over, seemingly looking at everything and at nothing at the same time.

You continued to fight through the horde of curses, all while keeping an eye on him and the curse in front of him, which seemed to taunt him by walking around him, playfully pulling out its pointed tail. Every time you seem to get closer to him, another one replaces the curse that you just killed. There always seems to be more. You leaned on your katana, your breathing heavy as you counted how many were in between you and Nanami. It seemed like everything in you had been ripped out and torn apart. You couldn’t move, your legs were made of cement, but you had to move, you had to save him. You felt yourself go on autopilot, slashing through the hordes of curses just to get to him. The world faded out into nothingness, it was just you and him. You blocked the curse’s pointed tail from stabbing Nanami’s chest with your weapon, grunting from the weight of it or from your low energy. You took a protective stance, praying that he would get up soon. Just as quickly as the curse attacked you, you were meeting those attacks with your katana, each connection making your wounds scream out in protest. You knew that you could keep up, but you didn’t know for how long.

Each minor mistake of letting the curse’s spiked tail graze you as a reminder that you’re still fading. You need to find an opening, but it’s not giving you any. You grunted Nanami’s name, urging him to get up, you felt your movements getting sluggish, the curse almost bringing you to your knees multiple times. You needed to end this, to protect him at least. The air around you began to come alive, creating a low hum. The hairs on your body began to stand on end, your katana also seemed to come to life. A low glow and hum came from it, and electric tendrils fizzled in and out, covering the metal. You strengthened your stance, waiting until the curse revealed its opening to you. Then, you saw it.

The attack was supposed to kill the curse, and it did, but there was more. You drove your katana into the curse, summoning lightning as you did. The electricity that was wrapped around the blade, covered the curse when you pierced its chest, making it convulse as it shrieked, covered in the tendrils of lightning. You killed it, but you felt pain, so much pain. It was unbearable, the environment around you was void of air. You looked down to see your wedding dress slowly turn red from where your chest was impaled. Your hands weakly grasped at its tail, your hands slipping until you were able to pull it out causing more blood to fall. The world was swimming, and confusion flooded your senses. The only thing you knew was that you wanted to be in his arms. He caught you before you fell, and he was lost, hopelessness crashing down on him. He whispered your name, pulling out his handkerchief and pressing it against your wound. He hated the haziness in your eyes, how weakly your hand held his.

He should have been able to fight. He hated himself, he hated the mobility of his limbs, how he was able to move when it didn’t matter. The handkerchief was a useless tool, his hand was covered in your blood instantly. All he could smell, all he could see was your blood. He couldn’t talk, every promise of your well-being got caught in his throat. He was losing you after he just got you. He picked you up, shielding you as he began to go back to the car. He’ll take you to a hospital, somewhere where someone can save you because he can’t seem to do it properly. As he held you close, you were fading, slipping away slowly. The moments were rushing past you, infinity seemed closer than ever. You have to talk before you won’t be able to. You coughed, trying to breathe and form words, but he hushed you, telling you to not waste any of your much-needed energy. But you were fading, his promises of tomorrow were not meant for you.

“Malaysia,” your words were barely a whisper. Nanami looked down, unable to hear you over his heart. You repeated the same word, feeling everything in you drained.

“What about it?” He asked though he wasn’t focused on you. He was erratic, he could have sworn that his car was right there. He looked at trees and destruction around him, the place looking like where he had just come from. In the dark, he felt small, everything was looming over him, closing in. When it comes to you, he can never save you. When it comes to people that he loves, he can never save them.

“Our … our honeymoon,” you murmured, “It was supposed … supposed to be in Malaysia.”

You looked up, weakly smiling at him. In your eyes, he felt his heart break. In your eyes, he saw the beginning of the end. His future was brief, snuffed so easily like the flame of a candle. Nanami felt his lips quirk upwards, smiling just to mirror you, even though he felt nothing inside but crippling loneliness, he smiled just to ease your heart. He kissed you again, ignoring the breaking of his heart, this will be the last time that he will kiss you. As he kissed you, he swore that he’ll never forget you. He’ll commit everything that is of you to memory. He’ll tuck you away in his heart where the forgetfulness of time and age can’t touch you.

“I love you,” you whispered, “I’m so happy that you made me yours,” you reached out for his face, turning it towards you. You saw his smile, despite the tremble of his lips, the tears pooling in his beautiful eyes. You saw him, as if for the first time, and he looked even more handsome. Like an angel.

He dipped his head down, softly kissing your forehead, unable to move his mouth. Unable to accept that you’re leaving him. Impossibly, he could still smell your perfume, as he held you, he remembered the feeling of grabbing the lace of your dress when he kissed you earlier that day. He kissed your lips, dying at the shape of a smile on your lips.

“I love you,” he whispered back, holding you closer than ever as if that’ll give him more time with you.

But it didn’t.

-

“Try it again Shoko,” Gojo said, standing on the other side of the medical table. He was gripping the edges of the table, using his six eyes to catch a glimpse of your soul, of anything.

Nanami was sitting on the floor behind them, unable to stand, unable to be present. He was stuck. Stuck in his mind, stuck in the situation, stuck in his failure. He didn’t clean your blood off of him, in a twisted way it was the last memory that he had of you, and he didn’t want to depart from you any more than he had to. He watched them with glazed eyes, everything in the room was distant and hazy. He felt hopeless, another person who he loved was dead because of him. He looked up, and through the haze of tears and grief, he didn’t see your lifeless body, but he saw Haibara.

“We’ve been here for almost two hours, I don’t know why, but I’m having no effect,” her voice trembled.

“We aren’t leaving her, try harder Shoko,” Gojo said, looking back at Nanami. After another grueling hour, which felt like an eternity to Nanami, Shoko stopped, quickly cleaning her eyes.

“We can try again-”

“No, I’m not doing this anymore, not unless he wants me to continue,” Shoko said before sitting next to Nanami on the floor. She took his hand, finally causing him to be drawn into the present, “Do you want me to continue, or do you want her to rest?”

Nanami died twice that day. He died watching you get stabbed, and he died now, once again your life being in his clumsy hands. He hid his face, crying into his hands. His chest was in constant pain, as he was torn between letting you go and being selfish. He could never find another, you’re his other half. That alone was a good enough reason to keep you, to make Shoko keep trying to revive you. But, would you be the same? Would you still be his love, or would you just be a walking corpse, without any emotion? To live is to feel, and he knows that he can’t take away what makes you sentient.

He can never harm you, will never harm you. He values you too much. He can never stop loving you, no grave will ever shake the foundation of his love for you. You’re too entwined in his DNA, in his soul.

“Let her rest,” he whispered. Even though he knew that he did the right thing, he felt like he made a mistake. He felt responsible for your death again. And, he wept for you in totality. His cries were echoing throughout the empty room, as he cradled you. He apologized profusely and confessed his love until his voice gave way. Until his words were just cries. And when he got back to his empty home, he found the tickets for your honeymoon to Malaysia.

He burned the tickets, there was no point in going without you. But as he watched the flames consume the tickets, felt the heat on his face, he felt colder, emptier than ever.

He was drunk on the day of your funeral, he even kept a flask on him, hidden away underneath his unkempt suit. He was so drunk that Gojo had to get him out of bed, had to force him to get ready. Nanami didn’t stop drinking that day, he had to make sure that he didn’t feel anything, and that he wouldn’t dwell on the fact that the funeral was happening because of his decision. The decision that he constantly thinks about, floating between uneasy peace and regret. He keeps thinking what if, and it drives him insane. He wasn’t able to talk at your funeral. The words that he had written were blurred, forming together. He couldn’t breathe up there, everything was too loud and he just wanted to take you and hide. Each time he looked at you, it felt as if a noose was around his neck. Instead of talking, he stepped away from the podium, looking at you and he felt himself automatically stumble towards you, falling to his knees. His tears staining your clothing as he wished you would tell him that it’ll be okay.

Nanami left the garden, driving to where he could always talk to you. Nanami did his normal routine when he got to your grave. He moved away any dead leaves and picked up any trash that may have flown over to your grave. He dusted off the stray dirt, before lighting a candle. It was rose-scented, drowning him in your presence. For a moment he thought that he felt the soft touch of your lips on him, and heard your laughter in the breeze. He didn’t know what was in the air today, but he felt closer to you as if he’d run into you at any moment. He then went over what he did that day, talking quietly to not disturb the other people who were visiting their loved ones. As he talked, he felt himself pausing at certain points, imagining your laugh or comment. Nanami then got situated, pulling out a book to read. This is how he would end his anniversary, sitting by your grave. He could spend hours here, hell, he would live here if he could. He would do anything to not be separated from you, to see you again. That would be a gift.

Death would be a gift.

The ringing of his phone caused him to stop reading, a message that he was needed in Shibuya. He sighed, packing up his things, “Happy anniversary, love. Sorry that I can’t be here for a little bit longer. Talk to you later.” And, as he walked away he swore that he heard your voice. It was a mirror of his message, your voice whispering back see you soon.

Shibuya Incident after Jogo:

He walked along the shore, taking in the sea breeze, and listening to the trees rustle lightly. Overhead, birds dotted the sky, even diving into the water to catch their prey. Nanami knew the place immediately, seeing this beach a million times on your computer when you thought that he wasn’t looking or paying attention to you. Then, he immediately knew where he was because of your last words to him, revealing the location of the honeymoon. A beach house that was free from curses, free from reality.

It was going to be a beach house dedicated to loving you, which Nanami had all planned out. He continued to walk along the shoreline, getting lost in the area of infinity, where the sea meets the sky, getting lost in his thoughts of you. The hole that you created felt larger than ever in this place, his soul seemed to ache with fervor as if signaling that you too were in this place.

He had always planned on visiting here more than once, maybe even starting a family tradition, he chuckled to himself imagining you holding his child’s hands at the water’s edge, pointing in the distance talking about the birds trying to get the fish. He could imagine how beautiful you would look, with your skin kissed by the sun, and your sundress bunched up so it wouldn’t get wet. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet, opening it to the picture of you. He pulled out his ring from his pocket, turning it over in his hand, the once feeling of pride being overwhelmed by pain. He needs you by his side, it’s been too long since he felt your arms, your kiss, hearing you call him Nami.

“I just want to hold you,” he whispered, kissing his ring, “To never lose you again.”

He kept on walking along the shore, humming to himself when he saw someone kneeling at the edge as if looking for gold. He didn’t know who this person was, but he couldn’t stop his feet from taking him in that direction, as if he were stuck in this person’s gravitational pull. Drawn to them like the sea to the shore.

~

Nanami slashed through the horde of curses, not thinking, just fighting. He was tired, so tired of the fighting. He wasn’t even himself, he felt out of his body, watching himself continue to fight as if he were possessed by another being. His mind was torn in half, being in two different places. He wanted, no needed to focus on saving the others, breaking down the barriers to allow none sorcerers to escape.

But he kept on slipping to the beach, to the mysterious person standing in the water. Slowly, the curses disappeared again and he was on the beach, able to breathe again and his body free from pain. He saw that the mysterious person was a woman, her face covered by a sun hat, the red bow matching her sundress. He quietly watched her run her hands through the sand, noticing that she had a sand dollar in her lap.

“Excuse me,” he said, “Do you know where we are?”

“Nanami?”

~

There he saw you, in the horde of curses. Looking just as beautiful as you were when he last saw you. You turned to look at him, smiling, ignoring the curses around you, and he was stuck, dead to everything and everyone. All he could see was you, impossibly close, beckoning him. Moonstruck, as memories of you flooded his heart, caused him to drop his weapon, and stumble to you. He stumbled to the place where his mind could focus on, he didn’t sense Mahito, all he sensed was you. Your perfume, your soft touch, it was all you.

~

She turned to face him and he fell to his knees, crying, though not from sadness. His mind couldn’t comprehend what he was feeling, who he was seeing, who he was holding. You were immediately swept into his arms as he fell over with a splash. He held you against him as he nuzzled your neck, warmth spreading over you feeling his lips graze desperately against your skin. You fell to pieces staring into his eyes, you felt as if you were free falling into hues of safety and love. He pressed his lips against yours, tentatively at first, as if you would disappear if he kissed any harder. But you didn’t slip from his hands, you stayed, and he still couldn’t understand what he was feeling, but he knew it was joy. That the part of him that you stole when you died was healing itself the longer he held you against him.

Seeing that you were still in his arms, he kissed you harder, softly biting your lower lip to open the kiss, and he missed your lips against his. He kissed you as if you were time itself, trying to barter for more moments. He felt that he could finally breathe again after years of being devoid of you. Your lips were the oxygen that he needed, and each time you pulled away to breathe, his lips would chase you, pulling you back. He couldn’t get enough of you, mumbling apologies each time he nipped on your skin.

“Kento,” you murmured, “Kento,” you said again, holding his face, “I wasn’t expecting you to be here, so soon,” you felt your face drop a little bit.

He smiled, it was small and rueful, as he leaned into your touch. You moved his hair from his face, immediately thinking of the time when he had one bang to the side of his face, secretly you rejoiced when he changed his hairstyle because it revealed more of his handsome face. You smiled once again, leaning into him causing your noses to touch lightly. You then kissed him softly, feeling him smile as he said, “Well, you left me first.”

“Not fair,” you kissed him again, “I saved your ass, remember?”

You didn’t hear him laugh, he just stared, gently touching your face as if you’re fine China. You asked him what was wrong, and he shook his head, dipping down to kiss you again. You breathed him in, trying to catch up on all the missed time when you weren’t able to smell his cologne.

“What’s wrong, Nami?” You asked again.

He smiled, “You look even more beautiful than the day that I lost you.”

“And you, even more handsome,” you kissed him again, “But we’re here now, together. We have an eternity to admire each other, to love each other.”

Nanami nodded, still unable to talk or believe that he was there. That he’s talking to you, holding you again. But it’s real, you’re real, and he has never been happier. You took his hand, beginning to walk, to where Nanami didn’t care, he’s holding your hand, and that’s all that matters. Just the two of you again, and he felt just as moonstruck when he first saw you.

“There’s someone else here,” you smiled.

Before he could form a question, Nanami was tackled by Haibara, causing you to laugh. Once again Nanami was dumbfounded, nothing but tears and happiness flowing through him. He’s reunited with the people that he loves, and he doesn’t have to worry about them leaving him or him leaving them. As Haibara joked about Nanami being an old man, Nanami looked at you sharing a secret smile. And you sat next to him, kissing him on his forehead. A kiss of promise, a kiss of forever.

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˙⋆✮ will to live?

summary: You knew you would get your dream job, but you expected to work with whiny actors on drugs and skimpy wannabe actresses, not with a man who you'd give your heart to. word limit: 900 pairing: Danny Ramirez x reader warnings: none, Danny and Lewis bromance ;). an: OMG this is the first chapter of my first series and I just hope you guys love it as much as I do♡.

Resume? Check.

Official documents? Check.

Cute outfit?Check.

Lipgloss? Check.

Will to live. The sound of your diary closing shut echoed through the slightly washed-out white walls of the bathroom.

The white, in contrast to your honey-colored skin, making you feel like an odd pea in the pod. You knew you had to fight for this position, maybe even harder than the other countless women and men sitting outside in the lobby.

Being proud of your culture and heritage came with a large Costco bag filled with struggle and discrimination in America, a lot of kids and adults too, still struggled with their identity as a whole even after being born and bought up in the “home of the brave” and “land of free”. However, you never backed down from being who you were and representing where you came from. and that is why you were pretty sure you were going to lose this job, because you weren’t one to adjust and you had a feeling they wouldn’t either. You stood in front of the large bathroom mirror, taking a final look at yourself before you lost yourself to the world of Hollywood. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I am NOT okay!” Danny proclaimed as he stood on the center table of his living room as he stared into the soul of (OUR BELOVED AND FAVOURITE) Lewis, who was currently engrossed in the video game in front of him. Headphones on and an eyeroll on the way, Lewis finally looked up from the screen to find Danny in a state of distress…and on top of a table. “Yes Robert, what do you want now? More money? A check? A car? My soul?” “Haha wow super funny.” He said as he got off the table with an expression that clearly said he wasn’t in the mood for jokes at all. “okay fine, what happened? Why are you brooding bro?” considering the fact Danny was one of the most chill people Lewis had ever met, so he knew something was up and it was serious. “there is a problem, a very big one” he said as paced around the living room while looking anywhere but at Lewis. “Yes, I know that, but would you do me the pleasure of telling me what it is?” Danny looked at Lewis. Lewis looked at Danny. Both in an intense staring competition, Danny with eyes of a toddler who looked like he broke his mom’s favorite vase and Lewis with eyes of the mom. “you killed somebody” “I lost my agent”

“WHAT-no, why would i- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT?!” Danny was sure Lewis had lost his mind as he raised his hands in his defense. “YOU SAID YOU LOST YOUR AGENT SO I DON’T KNOW I THOUGHT YOU KILLED HIM?” Lewis stood up, both facing each other while the sheer static of the video game behind them acted as background music. Danny clenched his eyes shut and took a deep breathe before he held Lewis by his shoulders and looked him dead in the eye. “My agent, he went on this god knows how long of a leave and now I am agentless. I am an agentless actor Lewis and I need a new agent. Like now. Cause like, I have one of my biggest movie’s premiers coming up and I mean I know its wrong in my part, but I was maybe too depend on my last agent so I practically don’t know how to handle this on my own” He sighed the longest sigh ever before ending his rant session, expecting Lewis to say something. But Lewis didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked to the kitchen, filled a glass with water and walked up to Danny, handing him the glass of water. “I’ll get you an agent.” “Oh my god I love you so much, I could kiss you right now!" “No.”

“Why should we recruit you as an agent?” the company’s executive asked, she was the toughest nut to crack, being a woman yourself, you knew how much she would’ve struggled to get where she is now. Sitting in front of you, with a stern look on her face as she asked you the most important question of the day.  

You imagined yourself in her position. With years of experience being displayed with the way you dressed and maintained yourself. Sitting in front of young girl like yourself, asking the same question she asked you. “Because I am patient. Patient enough to handle all kinds of clients. The moody ones, the self-obsessed narcissist ones, the depressed yet talented ones, the singer turned actor, the actor turned singer, the lazy ambitious ones and the ones don’t fall into any of these categories. I know my work and I do it with diligence.” You picked up the glass of water kept in front of you and gulped it all down. Your heart was beating so loud you could hear it in your ears but you couldn't let them see not when you knew how important this was to you. “You do realize that everyone who applies for this post knows that being patient is required. What makes you stand out?” the bald man in grey asks, testing your aptitude. You ponder. You analyze. You paraphrase. and then you say it, “I belong to a brown household sir, we’ve got enough personalities belonging to one person and trust me I’ve lived with more than one generation under the same roof so you best believe I get the job done.” The panel was stoic. Expressions hard as stone as if turned by medusa herself.

“Welcome to the team, sweetheart.”

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my fave writing reminder

honestly, this phrase has been on my mind more times than i can count. i've kidnapped it, taken it as a hostage with no ransom money because i need it to live permanently in my head.

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NSFW Alphabet - Bi-Han Edition

Pairing: Bi-Han/Reader Authors Note: I look at this man and I can’t decide if I want him to choke me with his biceps or put him on his knees and make him call me mommy 🫠

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bi-Han becomes extremely tender after sex, almost as if he’s a different person. When it’s just you two, bodies intertwined beneath the sheets, your head resting on his chest as you both slowly catch your breath, he can’t find it in himself to deny your beauty.

Your favorite moments are these, when the room is quiet save for the sound of the night and the rumble in his chest, when nothing matters except for you and Bi-Han. You live for these moments, revel in the way he softly strokes your hair and leaves kisses at your temple, the faintest smile gracing his normally stoic features.

The responsibility of Grandmaster is a tiring one, what you would give to be spoiled like this every day, to wake up and know that your boyfriend is waiting for you each morning, but perhaps that’s selfish to think about. For now, you can rest easy knowing that if nothing else, you can indulge in Bi-Han’s embrace now.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Bi-Han would be a liar if he said the sight of your ass in a nice pair of pants didn’t draw his attention. He sometimes thinks you do it on purpose, the way your hips sway when you walk past, enticing not only him but any man who becomes witness to your antics. It’s a point of pride to know that all they can do is watch and imagine while he is the only one in the world allowed to touch you, but it doesn’t still the jealousy within him when he knows the sight of you is enough to bring the attention of others. Perhaps he’ll teach you a lesson once he’s finished with his duties.

As for himself, it’s his hands. Hands that were trained for battle, hands that were trained to kill, he is very proud of his abilities. Recently his pride has been inflated when you mentioned you like his hands, not for their skill but for their size. Large enough to hold your close, or to press you further into the mattress.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Possibly his most favorite feeling in the world is being able to cum inside you, watch the mess that slides from between your folds and onto the bed in a messy puddle. The sight of you fucked out and delirious, his own seed staining the sheets is enough to drive him mad. More often than not it inspires him to fuck you harder.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly loves that you’re feisty, that you give him a hard time and you’re quick to disagree with him. He grew up as the first born son and because of that he’s been surrounded by those who simply take his words at face value. It’s led to a very boring life, but then you steamrolled through it, stubborn thing that you are; You don’t hesitate to talk back, make it a point of interest to call him out when he’s being an asshole, and in his eyes it only makes him love you even more. He hates the idea of a partner who just listens to him like the other Lin Kuei do, so your attitude is very refreshing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Bi-Han’s had sex before, but solely for the pleasure of it, not because of any romantic inclination. In his mind he needed to fulfill an urge, and once he had his fill the lady of his choice would leave; a purely transactional exchange. 

That being said, he is at the very least grateful for his previous encounters as they allow him to use what he’s learned on you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) 

It depends on his mood that night. If he’s feeling more romantic he’ll take his time with some missionary, letting every last inch of him sink into your needy cunt, his deep groans loud in your ears. Bi-Han has never been one for mindless praise, so when the only thing that leaves his mouth is pure adoration you know in your heart he means every word.

However, if you’ve been acting like a brat? He’s teaching you a lesson, a master of discipline as the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster. Face down, ass up, back arched, and it’s going to stay that way until he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson or until your legs give out, to which he’ll drape himself over you and fuck you until it hurts to breathe.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

While he might be more relaxed when it’s just the two of you, he is definitely not making jokes during sex, it’s almost scary how serious he is about your pleasure. He doesn’t understand the need for comedy with such an intimate affair and he might even take offense.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

He is extremely groomed, from his face to his pubes. He has a regular grooming schedule and it’s a common sight to see him in the bathroom with a razor in hand. 

“Bi-Han?” You call out sleepily, unaware of your husband’s whereabouts.

A hum, and a quiet “In here.” Is enough to give you an idea. Your feet slowly paddled across the floor, and in the bathroom you see him slowly going over his face with a razor.

You enjoy the moment for what it is before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with facial hair.”

“It is easier to wear a mask without hair in the way,” he says bluntly. You agree with him, but can’t help but tease him a bit more.

“If it matters, I think you’d look good with a beard.”

His hands stop just for a second before moving again, the faintest smile on his lips. “I will keep that in mind.”

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You wouldn’t expect it, but he is surprisingly romantic during the deed. Sex is a private occasion, unlike what happens outside your bedroom Bi-Han allows himself to be vulnerable, to let his emotions run rampant. It often results in a very intimate affair where he can finally express himself to you without any fear of judgement, where he can kiss you to his hearts content and admire your beauty up close without the weight of Grandmaster on his shoulders.

If you told anyone they’d have a hard time believing it, but Grandmaster Bi-Han is secretly a softy, at least where you’re concerned. Even if he seems standoffish in public, you know better.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you two were dating he would find himself dreaming of you in various compromising positions to the point that he felt angry at both himself for indulging in those thoughts, and you for occupying them.

There would always be a pang of guilt that ran through him knowing that he just touched himself to the thought of you, but he truly couldn’t help himself—you were just too much of a distraction.

After you two become a couple he’s become far more accepting of his needs, but even so he’d prefer you were there to assist him, so he can wait for a while.

The entire day has been trying, from morning to night Bi-Han hasn’t had a moments peace, not as long as you were around.

He thinks maybe you are a witch, that you’ve casted some kind of spell on him, a vile magic that makes his heart beat faster and his tongue turn to lead. Racing thoughts of you and only you.

Your words, your touch, your body—it’s enough to distract him, and nothing distracts him.

The entire day is trying, so when he falls to the bed and thinks of you again, his hands immediately falls towards his cock to rectify the issue.

He curses his weakness, his shirt sandwiched between his teeth, a feeble attempt to stifle his moans. He curses you in the same breath, you and your haunting figure. Faster and faster does his hand move against his hard cock, until his racing mind is filled with thoughts of you milking him for all he’s worth.

Before he’s awash with pleasure, trembling with satisfaction, the last thing he curses is himself for being too cowardly to admit his desire for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: He wants kids, he wants you to know he wants kids, and he wants you to know how good you would look with a belly full of them. Even if you’re not ready for kids or you’re taking birth control it’s not going to stop him from coming inside you, his idea of aftercare is running two fingers between your dripping cunt, stuffing you full of them and kissing your tears away.

“I know you’re sensitive dear, but it’s necessary, we need to make sure not to waste a single drop.”

Brat taming: If you’re a brat, enjoy yourself. He loves your attitude but when you push him too far he won’t hesitate to force you on your knees and remind you exactly who’s in charge in this relationship.

“It would have been easier for you to admit your need,” he groans, his heavy cock slapping against your open mouth, the taste of salt on your tongue. “But you had to make this difficult. Perhaps I’ve been too lenient with you.”

Marking: he’s more conservative about marks on himself but on you it’s free real estate. His favorite ones are the scratches you leave on his back.

You’ve fallen asleep minutes ago, but Bi-Han is still awake, stretching his back and reveling in the familiar ache that stings his skin. Your nails are sure to leave a mark, a trophy he’ll admire in the mirror when he gets dressed tomorrow.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom mainly. You’d have to really rile him up to convince him to fuck you in public, and even then it’s a risky affair. He enjoys when you moan for him, but times like this call for stealth, something you lack when you’re being fucked.

His solution for this is gagging you. His fingers get the job done, or he’ll muffle your lips with his own.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You pretending as if you don’t know the effect you have on him, when you brush against him in public, when you bend over just a bit too much to be innocent. The front is amusing, but what’s more amusing is how easily it crumbles apart when you’re put on your knees.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with anyone else, you’re his and his only. He also wouldn’t draw blood on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Preference in receiving rather than giving, but when his thoughts get too loud and he needs a moment of peace and quiet the first place he’ll settle is between your legs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough, possessive even—long, deep strokes that punch the air out of your lungs and make you see stars. He wants the world to know who you belong to, which is evident from the amount of hickeys and bruises left on your person after the fact. If you leave some on him he won’t mind, even if he is technically supposed to hide them it’s unsurprising to see the faintest little purple mark peeking out beneath his collar, a not-so-subtle reminder.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t like them, flat out. He knows a quickie is not enough to satisfy his appetite of you, he’d sooner wait until he’s certain neither of you have any prior obligations to devour you as he sees fit.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Surprisingly open to experimentation. It’s almost like training in his mind, a game of figuring out what makes you tick, what makes you see stars and cry out for him. Needless to say he’s very proficient at this game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) 

God bless that Lin Kuei training; hours, although he is aware of your own limits and will gladly let you take a break should you need one. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like you would have to own them yourself or you would have to introduce them to him. He might take offense to the idea of having anything that isn’t him bring you pleasure but you showed him the joys of using one and now he’s more open to the idea.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s fucking evil, for such a stoic man you would never expect it but he gets off to seeing you wanting him, needing him. There’s always a plan brewing in that head of his.

Remember when I said you introduced him to the idea of toys in the bedroom? He may or may not force you to sit on a vibrator when you’re being bratty as a form of punishment while he leaves you tied to the bed. Only when he’s certain you’ve learned your lesson will he turn it off, but by then you’re a shaky, sweaty pile of your former self. Be careful what you wish for.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Groaner, deep growls in an even deeper tone, you can feel the rumble of him in his chest like an engine. He gets so breathy when he’s close too, it’s a sight to behold.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly wants to be dominated, but will never say it out loud, you’ve got to figure that out yourself. When you finally do don’t expect him to make it easy for you either, he’ll fight you on every command and order until you either tie him down or gag him (He actually enjoys the thrill of the fight, he’s kind of a brat in that way.)

“I never thought the Grandmaster would enjoy being so exposed,” you giggle, admiring how the crimson rope compliments his skin, nearly the same shade as the blush that runs from his face down to his neck.

He tugs at his restraints, once, twice, before groaning at the feeling of your hands around his cock. It’s far too slow for his taste, he needs more and you know it, his head falling back when you squeeze his shaft and watch enamored as pre-cum dribbles down your fingers.

“Damn you,” he says, groaning when you respond with another firm grip. He takes a shuddering breath, cursing your name, and then begging for more in the same breath. All bark and no bite.

“You sure look like you’re enjoying yourself,” you muse, swiping your thumb against his leaking slit. “Look at that, making a mess of yourself.”

There’s a feral edge to the smile on his face, enjoying this little game. “These bonds cannot hold me for long. You know that, don’t you?”

Your eyebrow raises at that. “Course I do. But you’re not going to leave, are you Bi-Han?”

The air is filled with tension, and with his silence you have your answer, your hand moving faster as his hips desperately try to meet your rhythm.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 

6.3 inches, circumsized, veiny at the base. My man is THICK, it’s heavy when you hold it in your hands and almost makes you wonder how he can walk straight, and his tip turns a pretty shade of rose when he’s aroused, reaching down to his shaft as if his cock is blushing. That thing should be registered as a weapon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

If he could he’d have you pressed into the bed all day, but responsibilities come first. He can deceive you with how much self control he has but trust and believe he is almost always ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

Not quick at all, he revels in taking his time with you and refuses to sleep until he knows you’re taken care of. It’s a rule of his to watch you and make sure you’re safe before he succumbs himself, he’ll say it’s because of his life as an assassin but in reality he just enjoys seeing your blissful state.

Graphics by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics

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here to make a request, if that's okay.

Bi-Han with a breeding kink. he's the Grandmaster, and he needs an heir. and there's no one else he wants to carry his heir, just his beloved wife.

"primal."

🍬 .. bi-han x black!fem!reader

🍬 ?? bi-han being rough and smitten with his wife because he wants a baby <3

🍬 !! none but lmk if there is some

bi-han was no weak man. he swears it, and to most others, it was true. the grandmaster of the lin kuei, a strong, brutish, and quite honestly a rude man.

but bi-han was not weak. and as far as anyone was concerned, there was nothing in earthrealm that could make his power falter.

but oh, how wrong they were. because behind the closed doors of his abode, the one place where he shed his rough exterior and relaxed, there was you.

and you were his biggest weakness, especially like this.

especially when he was making love to you. tender, rich love. like dark chocolate or good perfume. bi-han was a soft man by no means, but he was the softest lover.

"my love.." his baritone carried through your noises of pure ecstasy. sat atop of your husband, your legs long given out two or three orgasms ago. but bi-han continued to move you, to grind back and forth deep inside you, filling you to the brim. "my wife."

the words always felt like little lightning sparks falling from his lips. his hands sat just above the curve of your ass. his cold hands caressing and swiping sweat from your skin, little noises of ice sizzling away at your body heat made you shiver.

"you will look so beautiful, filled with my child." he mutters into your neck, his eyebrows knitted as if he was holding himself back. bi-han felt it so hard to be soft with you, so hard when your head falls back and he can easily lick your nipples. so hard when you moan out his name softly, begging for him to drive you over the edge. so hard because you squeeze him without trying, and moan an apology as he teases your clit.

you're dizzy when he shifts you up on his cock, the sudden movement forcing your nails deep into his shoulder, and he groans as he takes your hips in his hands. bi-han can't look you in the eyes, so he instead watches how your pussy stretches to accommodate his size every time he lowers you onto him. up, down, up, down. over and over until your orgasm builds to much you're struggling to push his hips down, to stop him because it feels so good, too good. the way bi-han was fucking you now was different, primal.

"i cant get enough of you, i cant wait to meet our child, my heir." he kept speaking, groaning into your ear as he fucked you through your orgasm. you could tell his was coming too, by the way he gripped your hair and his words turned into muddled whimpers and "please, love"s.

it wasn't another minute before bi-han's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he made a noise that was barely human as warm cum spurted up into your cunt. he swears as he keeps fucking you, convincing you that it has to take, that he needs to cum a few more times. totally not because he wants to hear your overstimulated whines while he pounds your sweet pussy into oblivion.

bi-han is no weak man. but for his wife, the woman that will soon be plump with his child, he's the weakest man on earth. even when he's rough.

[glader13]

mother

[glader13]

who's ready to swing? ☆

bonus: live skyfire reaction

i also included the hearts of steel design i made for skyfire, since I needed one to make the meme (i ended up really liking it ngl i love this big man)

[glader13]

please!! chasing memories of you!! i wait for the next chapter every single day :(

Hello!!! And yes, I’m still trying to get back in my groove of writing 😭😭. But I do have about half of it written out, so I should hopefully have it posted soon. Thank you for waiting 💖💖.