#tf???

[widows-alliance-but-everywhere]

[acrylicaafternoons]

it’s so funny to me when x files fans say that ‘never again’ is unrealistic because “scully’s standards for men would never be that low” like she didn’t spend years of her life in love with a man who doesn’t have a bed.

[literally-noone83]

FUCK OFF WITH YOUR SHIPS I NEED MORE makixfem!reader RIGHT NOW

I'm just thinking about Maki as a silent lover.

She definitely took a long time to confess to you. I mean, you're the prettiest girl in jujutsu high — and quite frankly, in the whole world, if she was completely honest. You had a smile that put the sun to shame. Eyes that make her stomach flip about a hundred times when you glanced her way. Crinkling in the corners in a way that make your eyes squeeze into mooncresent shapes, her favourite time of day. You laughed and snorted when something was really funny (typically it's because Panda and inumaki were doing something stupid). You pouted at the most stupid things like a ladybug draped in a classroom (you were too adorable it made her sick). And you too incredibly kind — leaning in like that, tilting your head to the side at her when you asked about her day despite her silence, drifting away from the louder group you oh so naturally fit in and yet you're always in her face. Like a puppy to a black cat minding her business.

Yea, Maki kept her distance. Tried to at least. Silently observing you, loving you from afar. It was easier and yet so incredibly difficult when you're always gravitating to her too. Like the sun and moon.

You loved Maki. She was like a heavy protective blanket that felt warm despite her cool demeanour. Her silence intrigued you and better yet, when you got close enough, asked the right questions just to coax out her smooth, low voice, her words and thoughts intrigued you most.

Maki always thought she was too difficult to love. Tainted and bland. Rigid and sharp. The total contrast to the sunshine and softness you were in her eyes. But what shocked her was how you always had the space, time and energy to try. For her.

Finding her in hallways, seeking her out at lunch, tugging her hand along to trail behind the group, texting her at night. You tried and you succeeded in rounding her jaded edges, getting to her core. During her long and hard days of training and mission work, the sound of your sweet voice saying her name, whilling around to spot your beaming smile, twinkling eyes and excitable wave, God it's like cupids arrow straight through her chest and she's wondering... how'd I get so lucky?

So when she finally has you — her one and only — Maki is not grand gesture kinda gal, but she sure does try her hardest to show how much she loves you.

Maki is a silent lover, a woman of little words, but many gestures.

Sometimes it's just the small things.

When she's around you, in public or in your dorms, she's always got some sort of attentive eye on you. Walking in crowded spaces, she's always got a hand on your lower back guiding you through. Standing on a pathway, midway ranting to her about some incredible sale you saw at the markets you just left, Maki is pulling you closer by the waist, just a gentle tug just so the cyclist zipping by doesn't hit you. Lounging around in one of the guys' dorms, snacks and drinks everywhere, Maki is the one noticing you empty cup and she refilling it with you favourite drink before you notice it was gone. When it's your training days and she knows you're on the grounds till late, she's joining you at sunset even if she's beat and tired. She's not letting you stay out late at night byself, are you crazy? She'd always rather be there by your side, silently looking out for you whether you notice or not. Someone has to and if it's anyone, she wants it to be her.

And those are just the little things. A reflexive, comfortable routine she falls into.

When Maki truly gets to know you, know you intimately, understanding how you work, your quirks and insecurities, Maki is weighted with what dreary shadows her little sunshine has.

Late night talks, curled up on her bed, face to face. You play with the lint of her sheets as you murmur softly in the quiet twilight hour. You stare at where your fingers fidget, unsure whether to meet her eyes, unspoken fear of what Maki thinks of you as you tell her about your woes about being forgotten, replaced, as if you were only here for laughs and if you were to truly disappear... no one would notice when it's a little cloudy. Maki's half lidded eyes never left your face. Cheek pressed into her mattress, her short hair falling to the side kissing the edges of your sprawled locks, glasses pushed up close as her heart aches. Her love. Her sunshine. You really felt that way?

Her chest rises and rises, bubbling up with thoughts and rebuttals and proof to shut down your ridiculous, self-depricating, so fucking wrong, insecure beliefs—

and then one glance from your pretty eyes, so uncharacteristically shy and it's fleeting with regret, an apology slipping from your lips she'd kiss forever just to prove your thoughts wrong, and you're shrinking before her. Shrinking and shrinking and the sight snaps her out of her rumbling thoughts.

Maki's reaching out to take her fidgeting hand in hers, warmth blooming from skin to skin as she leans in a little closer, capturing your gaze in which she intends to keep.

"Don't apologise..." She whispers. Her light eyes soften under the dim light of her lamp, in a way so gentle and loving it was hard to look away.

"I get it." Maki confesses, squeezing your hand, the rough pad of her thumb gliding over your knuckles. "Ok?" Her voice is so soft, "But when you talk to me... like this? you don't ever need to apologise ok? Because I..." so soft, "I never knew you felt like that..."

The anxiety in your chest ebbs as she listens to her speak, her breath on your lips, her warmth like an unexpected blanket. A moment of silence stretches, both of your thoughts wandering, Maki traces the edges of your delicate complexion with her eyes. You nose, your lips, your eyes, the curve of your jaw, the softness of your skin — the map of her lovers face.

A small huff leaves her lips, one you would've missed if it wasn't in the dead of night and it almost sounded like a scoff. Before you could ask what, Maki's hand moves from yours to reach up and tuck a strand of hair carefully before her ears. Her fingertips grave your sensitive skin and goosebumps erupt down your spine, but you barely let it be known before Maki's speaks up, barely above a whisper,

"I don't know who would but... I know I could never forget a face like this..."

Your eyes widen slightly, and now your chest was tightening for a different reason. You stare at her, silently stunned under her unabashed touch, her fingers caressing your jaw down to your chin, the pad of her thumb gliding over your skin her eyes of mirth trail. Not with lust or desire but with affection. You've never seen Maki look so... unguarded.

"My pretty girl..." Her voice rasps with a love smooth and sweet like honey, "I could never forget you." She clarifies and her eyes meet yours again, softening as a tender smile graces her lips. She means it, every word. And you didn't need convincing.

Maki realised from that night that her little warm sunshine wasn't without her burns or cloudy days. The way you loved her loudly and proudly, Maki wanted to do the same. But with no need of an audience, just for you to know it, believe it and feel it.

Maki may not be one for big gestures or loud proclamations, Maki may be a silent lover but no doubt, she'd make sure she spent every day of the rest of her life ensuring you felt loved. Even if it meant protecting you from ongoing crowds, keeping your cup filled or holding your hand at 3 in the morning, listening to talk into the dark. She'd do it.

She'd love you till the day she has to take her last breath.

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I wrote this at near 5am... yea so not proofread :D

(y'all notice how its 'has to take her last breath', not 'when she takes her last breath' ? ... yea maki got that sacrific mentality. Maybe I should write angst for her too lol)

[andihearts72]

is he trying not to jinx himself or what because im not having this rn

[surenschompychompers]

Sure would be nice if Bruce could pull some of this attitude out of his past for his literal actual beloved son

[higuchislut]

how it feels to have bunny fics but no massive pinterest photo collage of him on the side

[rabbitbait]

Absolutely insane how there was an episode of house where they treat this homeless guy they don’t know the identity of and Masters builds a connection and trust with him and then at the very end of the episode its randomly revealed that his DNA is matched for a previously unknown cannibal serial killer and then they just. Never bring it up again.