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brightburner · 2 years

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smoke me broke (I don't care I'm down for what you want)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button | mind blind | rating: M | post-canon, established relationships, bondage (shibari), spanking, shameless smut| summary: One thing can be said about Kent Zarneki-- he'll try anything at least once.

If there was one thing that could be said about dating Kent Zarneki, it was never boring. And that was entirely because, at the core of things, Button knew she could talk to him about anything.

Anything.

It had started simply enough. A spur of the moment thing. In the midst of a very vigorous bout of lovemaking, she had asked him to spank her. And he, without losing his rhythm, had asked if she wanted firm or gentle.

After, they had talked at length on the subject. What she liked about it, what he liked— what they had fantasized and what more they wanted to explore. They started with little things. Ice-cubes and blindfolds and simple knotted scarves of silk. It was playful at times and incredibly intense at others.

She liked them both, but god when Kent got into the moment? His eyes darkened to a steel grey, thrusts hard and his grip tight on her hips? The only intelligible word amongst her babble of moans and praises was his name, a plea he understood to mean don’t stop.

That intensity was in his eyes now, but not with the same— fervor. Instead it was the intensity of extreme concentration, his eyes darting from her and then to the book on the floor and back to the red ropes he was fastening across her chest.

She had always wanted to give shibari a try, and Kent was not one to shy from the challenge. It was actually a bit relaxing with Kent taking time to tug and check and then re-check the knots and ties, making sure she was comfortable as she sat crossed legged on their bedroom floor in nothing but a bralette and panties.

It was almost enough to make her nod off a few times, totally pliant and relaxed in his hands. They had started with a basic chest harness, the firm pressure beneath and below her breasts an oddly pleasant sensation. She felt very— aware of her body. More aware than Kent seemed to be, his eyes fixed solidly again on the book which had begun detailing how to combine the chest harness with an arm binding.

“Is this okay?” He asked, and Button turned to look at the diagram.

“Sure, you have the sheers right?” Kent nodded and put the pair of scissors they had already tested for sharpness and effectiveness on the rope into her view. It made the tiny little ball of anxiety she felt at the premise of having her arms secured behind her back loosen.

“Where do you need me?”

Kent gently took her arms and set them behind her back.

“Straight, or folded?” Kent asked, letting her feel both positions before she decided.

“Folded. Seems more comfortable.”

Kent hummed an affirmative and set her wrists together. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then to the nape of neck, bared with her hair tied up and out of the way.

“Tell me if it is too tight,” he said and then fell back into a meditative silence as he once again returned to reading the book.

Button took in a breath, the ropes pulled taunt against her and dug gently into her skin. If someone had told her she’d feel this relaxed being tied up for what was supposed to lead up to sex? She would have been very skeptical. Despite the gentle intimacy Kent lavished on her as he went, it was less passion based and more— comforting. As if they were working a crossword puzzle together, not fastening her into a bondage harness.

Was he even into this? Kent was diligently working on the knots once again, but nothing about his demeanor or his touch felt very aroused. Though Button couldn’t say she was disappointed. If anything, the experience was nice for her. The first few moments of preparing the rope and the first bits of tying the air had been crackling with tension and excitement, but after it became obvious this was a process that took time that crackle faded to a simmer and now had all but left the room.

Yet still, Button found she enjoyed the subtle pull across her skin. The hyper-awareness that was growing in her chest and her arms at the compression. She looked down and thought with a small smirk of satisfaction, If anything, it is making my tits look really good. The ropes had given her an added “lift” and she was pretty certain there was a slight swelling effect from the pressure too.

She wondered, with a sudden press of her thighs, if her nipples would be more sensitive from it. That thought alone was enough to make heat creep back up the nape of her neck, the relaxed feeling still there but beginning to quicken once more as Kent’s hands diligently finished up the restraints on her arms.

“That’s all— I think,” Kent said and Button half turned back towards him. He was looking at the pictures again to compare his work with them. It wasn’t perfect, but it was definitely damn close to it. Button gave a little wiggle, feeling comfortable and not at all claustrophobic as she had feared.

“Is it okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” Kent asked, and she sat up on her knees and turned around completely as best she could without toppling over.

“It feels good. Not too tight, not too loose,” she gave another experimental wiggle, sitting back down on her legs as she stared down at herself as best she could. The red was very pretty against her skin and the dark black fabric of her lacy undergarments. She felt— quite sexy, to be honest. Which was precisely what she had been hoping for.

Kent had lifted up the book, dark brows furrowed in thought as he continued to read over the words. Button held back a sigh. It looked like she was the only one who thought that way. She never thought he would get this interested in knot-tying, she only wished it was less an academic interest and more an erotic interest.

“I think I missed a decorative part,” Kent said lowly.

“That’s okay, I think it looks good like this. I really like the way it crosses on my chest.”

Kent’s eyes flicked up from the book, “It’s a star harness.”

His eyes did not go back to the book. It seemed as if, for the first time that afternoon, Kent was actually looking at her. Not at the ropes, not at the knots— but at the way they pushed her breasts out fuller… the way she moved, shoulders flexing and arms resisting just a little against the binds.

Something darkened in his expression— and it was the kind of intensity she recognized was entirely separate from concentration. Button felt a whoosh go through her, accompanied by a sharp pleasant pang in her center. She let her eyelids fall, a soft smile inched on her lips.

“How do I look?”

Kent didn’t respond, but the snap of the book closing in his hand was reply enough. He sat up, still in only his boxers (it was only fair if she was mostly naked) and moved over to her, his touch no longer meant to examine his workmanship but to explore it. His fingertips touched across her stomach, rose up and gently he cupped her breast in one hand and let his thumb sweep over the peak.

Button shivered, delighted to find the pressure did make everything more sensitive. One more pass of his thumb was enough to have her nipple pebbled up and hard beneath his touch. The softness of the silk bralette enhancing the sensation more.

“Too tight?” Kent asked, his voice low, silver eyes darkened with the fullness of his blown out pupils.

“No… it’s perfect,” Button whispered, matching his tone, “Kent…”

His eyes flicked up from her body to her own once more.

“You did a good job… now I would very much like you to keep touching me. And then I would very much like you to fuck me.”

If there was another thing to be said about dating Kent Zarneki, he did not need to be told twice.

Kent all but surged forward, captured her in his arms and kissed her senseless. She did not realize what a short reprieve it was meant to be before he carefully laid her out, not on the nearby bed, but right there on the floor. Button arched her back to take the pressure off her folded arms, wondering silently if that was part of the intent behind this harness. She bent her knees, even before Kent had slid his hands beneath them and pulled them apart to fit himself between them.

His palm dragged over her ribs, down her flank and finally smoothed up her thigh. He let his fingertips catch on the hem of her panties, tugging, but not pulling them down. She wiggled again, confounded with the new found situation of not being able to touch him. Kent pressed a kiss on the bared V of skin between her breasts, his tongue following the curve with a gentle swipe. His teeth set gently on the risen swell of her cleavage, replaced in time by a soft suction. She arched into his mouth, sparks shooting across her skin and making her wish his mouth was somewhere more sensitive. As if reading her thoughts, his hand came away from her thigh to cup her breast. He rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, a jolt shocking down her spine as she all but gasped out a moan.

It was easy enough to push the thin fabric aside, exposing her breast to his lips and his teeth, clamped gently around the swollen nub as he tugged and squeezed. Button rolled her hips against him, desperate to rub the hard length that pressed out between his thighs against her apex. Kent, with a faint chuckle, lifted his hips away. Button felt a sobering feeling crash over her of being entirely, completely, at his mercy. If she hadn’t been wet before, she was now, her body instinctively clutching at nothing in anticipation of having him inside her.

“Kent…” she half whined, “Come back…”

He smiled— the sharp, sensuous one she had come to see when he was feeling very confident in himself. And right now, he had every reason to be. She knew she looked a mess, flushed down to her sternum, body hot and writhing just from having her breasts toyed with. She tried to press her thighs together where he had extricated himself, but a firm hand moved between to press them apart.

That same hand then came down with a firm smack on her inner thigh. Button all but keened.

“Keep them open,” Kent ordered, his voice somehow still gentle even still. He settled back to admiring her at his leisure, tugging her bralette open completely. He pressed her breasts together, the rope rough against her skin as he leaned down and nipped at the tops until she was practically begging him to put his mouth on her. He obliged her and licked one nippled into his mouth, tongue rolling over and over it as he gently sucked. Button all but arched right off the god damn floor, a shaker exhale escaping her before he switched and paid the same attention to the other.

He trailed open mouth kisses from her sternum to her throat, his tongue swiped across her pulse point. He hovered above her, braced on his forearms and with a teasing glint in his eyes cocked his head slightly.

“Kiss me,” he said and Button again pressed up from the floor as best she was able— only to have him pull back just out of reach. She whined softly, the denial both frustrating and so damn good.

“No?” He teased and just as she tired and dropped back down he would lean down near again. Button lifted again and silently wished she put more effort into “arm day” in their home gym.

This time though, Kent did not pull away. He sunk into the kiss, let her in turn relax back down beneath him with a contented sigh against his mouth.

“I want to do something. Can I sit you up?”

Button nodded her head, thoughts fuzzy and warm and very very content. Kent helped her sit up and then turn over on her knees. The carpet was mercifully soft, but Button was still relieved to have the pressure off her arms. Kent stood only to take a few pillows off the bed, arranging them in front of where Button kneeled. She watched curiously, until Kent settled behind her once more. He gripped the rope around her arms firmly in one hand, the other rested between her shoulder blades. Button understood where this was going before he spoke a word and with a very enthusiastic sound, let him press her down unto the soft pillows, her cheek turned against them.

The pillows helped support her waist, letting her rest down on the stack of them comfortably with her hips raised in the air. Kent’s hand smoothed over the curve of her ass and Button hummed contently.

“Yes, please,” She all but purred, toes curling when his hand lifted and came back across in a firm smack.

“Good?” He murmured, both hands coming to caress down her thighs and back up as he drew her flush against his pelvis.

“Harder,” Button breathed and felt a sharp thrill go through her stomach as her request was granted. She moaned his name, thrust herself back against him and felt the hardened bulge of his cock press against her.

“Kent… Kent, please.”

Kent hummed, a satisfied sound of approval. Gently, he peeled her panties down to her knees, the fabric keeping her from spreading her legs as wide as she wished to. Even still, she felt exposed— even more so when Kent slid his hands inward and used his thumbs to spread her open, the air cold against her warm, wet center. And then his thumb was inside her, pressed out against her walls as he tugged and worked her open languidly— as if he had all the time in the world to admire the way she trembled and jerked beneath him.

He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his index and middle finger, curling the digits as he sought out the space deep within the apex of her walls that would have her trying to fuck herself back on his hand.

“Stay still… just a little bit longer,” Kent murmured, the gentleness in his tone disguising the order there. Button muffled a groan of utter aroused exasperation into the pillow and tried to ignore the way her thighs were already beginning to tremble.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

God damn him. Button half sobbed with relief when he brushed his thumb up and at last brushed a light, near teasing touch against her clit. His fingers withdrew, leaving her desperately, horribly, empty. But that emptiness did not last long. Button turned her cheek once more and looked over her shoulder just long enough to confirm Kent was pushing down his boxers. The tip of his head kissed against her entrance and once again he pressed her open and apart. He rubbed himself up and down, a question forming and dying on his lips as Button answered before he could even ask.

“Yes— yes. Yesyesyes, please. Kent, please, please—“

The teasing touch was gone. Kent gripped her hips fiercely and brought her back against him with a sharp snap of his own. In one stroke, he seated himself fully inside her, the air punched from him as he moaned half as desperate as she did.

All that control, all that patience snapped as surely as sheers through red rope. Kent was insatiable, relentless. The lewd slap of his hips against her ass nearly as loud as his hand had been. His hands moved from her waist to her arms. The support of his grip let her lift herself up, able to at last use the leverage to grind and push back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

It was good— too god damn good and overwhelming and mind numbingly intense. Button silently apologized to any Ment who had the misfortune of being in her brain range right now, because all she could think, all she could broadcast in loud, shattering clarity was the fullness of Kent’s cock inside her. The wet, satisfying pull and push of it. The way that even without him touching her clit she could feel the thick ridge of his head bumping and spurring on an orgasm that was building from the soft, sensitive spot right before her cervix. How when he thrust forward just right he would bump against it, the ache and the pleasure all mixed up until it was all she could think of.

Kent let out a ragged, harsh breath and Button felt the slick, warm wetness of his release flood inside her. She was so close, so close—

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, half out of her mind with that need to push just a little further. Her voice was a needy whimper as she quickened her own pace, chasing that prickling, itching sensation that was still growing steadily more intense inside her.

“Don’t stop, don't stop—!“

She’d get her wish. Kent let her fall gently back forward, his hand between her thighs, fingertips pressed against there clit as he rubbed— one, two, three firm circles and then she was gone. Her entire body seized with the intensity of her orgasm, her walls clutching, positively milking Kent for all he was worth— for all she was worth. He crumpled forward, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, curled over her as he panted, breathless and spent. A long, low moan choked from Kent’s throat as he rooted himself as deeply as he could. He rocked against her gently, riding out the final waves of his own release in the firm pull of the spasms that still rocked through her core.

The come down was hard. Both gasping in lungfuls of air as the sweat that had beaded on their skin slid and mingled together where they met. Without the endorphins rushing through her, Button noted her arms felt stiff. The rush was keeping her from caring too much about how the rope had begun to scrape and irritate her skin, too boneless and exhausted to do more than wiggle her hips back and forth, still enjoying the sensation of being full of Kent.

The come down also meant she got to feel that rush. That all consuming feeling of utter adoration and impossible heart-breaking completelness she felt in his arms. She all but cooed her contentment.

But in the end, someone had to start thinking rationally again, and thankfully for her it was Kent who finally pushed himself up, fumbled for the sheers and with little ceremony, cut her free. He could have taken the time to untie her to save the rope— but honestly, Button was grateful for the expediency. The cord had left patterns indented into her skin, patterns Kent gently rubbed the moment her arms were free.

Button collapsed unto the pillows, chest still half heaving as she stared, dazed up at him. When Kent’s grey eyes finally met hers, she gifted him with a bright, wild smile.

“… that was so fucking fun.”

It took only a moment for him to return it, wide enough that his two crooked bottom teeth showed. Kent didn’t need to say anything. The way he bonelessly tipped over and came to lay beside her said it all. They were both a mess— his pelvis slick and covered with her release just as his own was beginning to slip out from inside her— but Button couldn’t find a single fuck to give about it.

Kent gently lifted her arm up, eyeing the marks around her wrists. He brought her arm down then and kissed them.

“Didn’t hurt?”

“Not at all,” Button mumbled back, turning to nestle against his side, not caring he was sticky and hot as she was.

“Not in a bad way, I mean,” she said, feeling giddy and light. Kent’s breathing had begun to even out, but his pulse continued to hammer beneath his flushed skin.

“So…” Button trailed, lifting herself up to rest on her arms even as her body ached in protest. It was a good ache, the kind of deep seated one that made her content for days.

“… did you like it?”

Kent huffed out an incredulous laugh.

“Yes.”

Whatever doubts Button might have had about Kent being into this shibari thing? Definitely gone. She pecked a gentle kiss against his lips, happy to have him pliant and melting beneath her for once as she did so.

The shower that followed would be heavenly. But for now, she pressed against his side, an easy breath exhaling from her chest when he trailed his fingertips up and down her shoulder with gentle tenderness.

#nsft #mind blind fanfic #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki x f!button #mind blind cog #THIS IS SO SHAMELESS #IS ANYONE EVEN IC? I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SMUT OK #TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT SJFNSJNFJ #lemon #minors dni #oc; eisley wiseman #the idea was entirely inspired by the fact i thought if kent tried shibari he would get way too into making it look perfect #and need a minute to go 'oh wait this is sexy'#the title ofc is from talking body by tove lo #there is no artistry here folks #it is pure smut

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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best part of date night - featuring kent zarneki x jasmine rose wiseman from mind blind (by @mindblindbard)

@artsyaprilmr absolutely blew my mind with how she drew kenzine with the babies! thank you so much for even taking on the dogs 💖 i am obsessed with the shih tzus here!

*goes without saying, but do not repost or reuse.

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rhaenyratargeryn · 3 years

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{ Button’s 📸 } @ theotherwiseman

#character psd #oc; eisley wiseman #mind blind cog #mind blind #kent zarneki #k zarneki #kent x button #kent zarneki x button #button wiseman #mb button #and any other litany of tags #just wanted to make shippy psd content LOL

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griffin-wood · 2 years

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a fort-filled day.

pairing: kent x maia

summary: based on this ask.

a/n: purely self indulgence. <3

She brings all of the pillows and blankets from Kent's closet and set it in the living room. The room is empty except for the sound of music playing in the background, as Kent has left to take Annie and Cass out with Nick today. Nick proposed a bonding session between them both, alongside with the pups cause why not.

Her phone sat by her side, with a so-called guide on how does one built a pillow fort. Her first try, she ultimately failed and three tries later - she manage to built one. She recalls it consists all of the pillows in the house, as it stood as strong as it could be. Maia lays down in the pillow fort and let out a breath of relief. She smiles a little, her life feels content at the moment, everything is okay and she's okay too.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, a couple of barks can be heard followed by familiar footsteps making their way into the living room. Kent can be seen in her peripheral vision, as his gaze falls onto the fort. Maia waves from below, earning a chuckle from him.

"you seem occupied today." He simply says, as Maia gestures at the fort.

"I've had fun too, c'mon - it's big enough for everyone." Maia invites him, he nods only for him to left the room bringing two furry pals in his arms. Both shih tzus barks in excitement at the sight of the fort. Kent let them escape from his arms, as they both jumped excitedly in the fort, running around them both. Kent's smile is evident, as he quietly takes a picture of the three of them - playing around with the pillows as their toys were laying around in the fort. He pauses to examined the pics, maia's eyes were closed but her smile is wide in the mid of laughter - as Annie and Cass stars alongside her in the picture, the way it feels like a perfect picture in his hand. He makes a mental note, it's perfect for a new wallpaper, his wallpaper. He puts the phone aside as maia finally escapes the puppy escapade, for her to take Kent hands pulling him into the fun.

Time passes by a lot as ones were having fun. Maia was awoken by a weight on top of her body, where she was met with Annie sleeping soundly on top of her. She smiles at the sight of it, before her gaze falls onto Kent on her side, who's sleeping soundly by her side with Cass in between them both. Maia moves a little to the side, before she places a kiss on top of his forehead, before getting herself comfortable once more. She smiles when she felt an arm around her shoulder. Kent's awake, as she turns to face him. A tired smile on her face mirrors his.

"hi."

"hey."

"we had fun." She simply says, as Kent nods in agreement.

"we did."

"and, now we deserved a much needed rest." Maia concludes, as a chuckle escape his lips as he tightens his grip around her before they both ended up in slumber land once again, after a good and fort-filled day pretty happy in the end.

The end.

Tags: @homeformyheart , @wayhavenots , @cadetzarneki , @indorilnerevarine , @winterkeys , @moderarato , @takemyopenheart , @themysteriouslou , @stephschoices , @winslowmontgomery , @eatingyarn

#alya writes #x: kent x maia #k zarneki #mind blind #kent x button #fic tag #FIRST KAIA FIC OF 2022 IS NOT PLANNED BUT: HERES A SOFT DRABBLE <3 #that ask cured my sadness weee - i hope everyone is doing okay!!! 💕

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ohnobbwhatisyoudoing · 3 years

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Maia Wiseman n Kent Zarneki <3

Happy belated bday, b @anotherbeingsworld <33333

First time drawing Kenzie, men r very hard to draw.. it's a challenge everytime

Maia was such a delight to draw tho :))

#mind blind #mind blind kent #kent zarneki #mind blind button #Alya #Maia x Kenzie #kaia

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wayhavenots · 3 years

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Another Brother

Because I wrote that sappy Daphne-and-Gray-discuss-marriage a few weeks ago, I thought it was only fair to throw some love to Glitch too.

Synopsis: Daphne asks Kent an important question. (Glitch x Button, but Glitch isn’t actually here; platonic Kent & Button)

Rating: G

Tagging: @homeformyheart @crackerdumortain @adam-du-mortains

It's essentially a formality. It's not like they need anyone's permission. And Nick has liked Glitch since... Well, Daphne doesn't know the exact moment.

He told you it was okay to be a little selfish, answers Nick. On your first date with him. Well, our first date with him.

Oh. She smiles at the thought. That was a good moment.

Wait, is it happening? Is that why he's sweating bullets right now? Did it happen?

No. Glitch proposes to her every morning, and before she can answer, he takes it back and tells her that his proposal will be the proposal to end all proposals and distracts her with kisses and a description of how much he loves her feet---

Wait, what?

---because they walked upon the earth and upon the winds and upon the waters, until they brought her to him. Pablo Neruda.

If Nick has anything to say to that, he doesn't, because at this very moment, Daphne’s feet are bringing her past the shihtzus. Annie and Cass wiggle excitedly, and she stops to greet them.

"Hello," she coos, "your favorite aunt has arrived."

Kent opens the door, lifting an eyebrow in what she guesses is confusion. His face is as impassive as ever. In four years, Daphne still can't read Kent, relying on Glitch's more or less accurate translations whenever the three of them are together.

"Hello," she chirps. "Are you busy?"

He frowns at her in a way she takes to mean no, he's not busy. "Where's Ferro?"

"He's talking to Nick about some...things. I wanted to talk to you about some...things, if that's okay?" She laughs nervously, doesn't wait for a response. "I want to marry him," she blurts. "And I want your blessing. You're the most important person to him besides his mom, you're basically his brother, and I just wanted to know that you think it's a good idea, if you think it's a good idea."

Kent stares at her for a second. "You know there's nothing I could say that would keep Ferro from marrying you, right?"

Not the resounding of course she was hoping for. "Is there anything you would say to try?" she asks, a smile masking the anxiety.

"No." He doesn't elaborate.

"So are you saying...welcome to the family?"

He nods, a hint of a smile on his face, tensing slightly when Daphne flings her arms around his middle for a hug. He pats the top of her head awkwardly.

"But if you hurt him---"

"I know, I know, you could kill me with your eyes closed."

#mind blind #glitch x button #queunit bravo #kent zarneki

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smalltowndetective · 3 years

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Hi Belle! For the micro story, can I ask for the 22.snap with Luelle ? 👀 (I'm curious about your Button ahah)

Hey Soso! Thank you so much for the ask! You are the best!

This got way too long to be a microfic, but really love this idea, so I ran with it haha!

All of this is based off of this ask! It has been something that I have been wanting to write for a while, but never got the chance to before now!

(And I have five Buttons haha! One of these days, I will make an OC page, but I have just not done it yet! Been wanting to use this ask to write something for Sally and Andrew, which hopefully will come out in the future!)

Microfic Prompts

Prompt #22- Nap

Pairing: Kent and Luelle

I’m going to tag @gloynporslen and @lividlyinlove because this seems like something you guys would like haha!

Luelle blew out a breath before laying down halfway in the pillow fort.

She was not really sure as to why she had done so, perhaps it was the musings of nostalgia, perhaps something else, but it had certainly helped take her mind off the headache that seemed to pound between her temples (though, it had lessened since this morning ever since she had found Tylenol on her bathroom counter, something that she suspected was Kent’s doing, not that he would ever admit to that)

What she had not anticipated that she was soon to have company.

Four-legged, furry company that is. In the form of one shih tzu.

As soon as she seemed to realize that she was there, Annie had come to check out the fort that she had built, cuddling against the blankets and the crook of her arm with her nose, and she sat up slightly to let her come to rest on her lap, something that she seemed to be quite happy about, and she gave a slight laugh at the small dog’s insistence to her to scratch behind her ears by constantly pushing up against her hand.

What she had not noticed is that someone was watching her, to which when she looked up, she saw Kent on the over side of the room, dressed simply in a black t-shirt and jeans, and though it could be possible that Luelle was imagining it, the hint of a smile on his lips.

If it was there or not, however, there was no doubt that there was a softer gaze in his normally steely grey eyes, which was enough to make her give him a smile of her own.

And then, as if the moment was broken, he started to move away and walk back down the hallway, and she tried to ignore the pang of disappointment that it brought.

He was not gone long though, this time with Cass and his phone before going to sit down next to her outside of the pillow fort.

“It’s nice”, he simply said, looking over what she had built, his eyes then going down to Annie and Cass, who had made themselves quite comfortable inside of it, even with Annie still after Luelle’s attention.

She laughed, “Got to do something when you’re unable to sleep, you know?”

Kent gave just the slightest hint of a playful scoff in return, but the softness never quite disappeared from his eyes, “It’ll get better”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“It will”, he firmly said, “And if doesn’t, I’ll make it so”

The strength of his words gave her pause, but they did help deal with tension that she not even aware that she had, and she gave him a smile, then turning to look at the shih tzus, “You know, this would make for a pretty good picture”

Giving a nod of agreement, he pulled out his phone, and the two of them started a photo shoot of sorts, some with just the dogs, some with the dogs and her, some with all four of them (which Luelle almost had to near beg to do).

Somewhere in there, both humans and both dogs had ended up lying on the ground, all snuggled up next to each other, and in the late afternoon sun, had fallen asleep, apparently needing more rest than they realized.

But how sweet it was.

#mind blind #mindblind #kent zarneki #button: Luelle Wiseman #microfic #thank you again for asking Soso!#you are the best! :D #kent x luelle

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extraordinarymage · 3 years

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another mind blind playlist based on the K Zarneki route, but it is a bit tailored to my particularly humor-forward Button, Ro Wiseman

this playlist mostly includes mostly a rock and alt pop mix, with some 80s music thrown in it.

#mind blind cog #mind blind #kenna zarneki #kent zarneki #oc: ro wiseman #queue #playlists #Spotify #kent x button #kenna x button #Picture This by Blondie spoke to me with the secret route #Chameleon/Comedian truly is Ro/K epitomized tho

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lvllns · 3 years

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every thought i have about kent and echo is just. the two of them on the sofa, he’s got a hand on their leg and they’re like playing with his other hand. just running their fingers over his knuckles and the bones of his wrist, pressing their thumb into the meat of his palm. it’s all disgustingly soft.

#caiti.txt #c: echo wiseman #kent x echo #them i love them #annie and cass are passed out on their beds somewhere #it’s about the affection #i also think abt kent doing things for echo a lot and i 🤪🤪🤪#k ‘acts of service’ zarneki makes me go 🤪🤪🤪#i have Many Thoughts abt how they will throw themself at the media for button

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mrs-theirin · 4 months

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A year after the debacle with Vengeance and her brother's near-death, Aria Wiseman finally has a moment to relax among friends with a night of karaoke and games.

"Aria."

Kent's cool voice filters through Aria's busy thoughts, cutting through in that usual way he has of grounding her, of bringing her back to reality. He entwines his fingers with hers, hands cold to the touch—as usual—and kisses her temple, taking a spot standing next to her by the kitchen counter.

She'd stolen a seat on the counter a few minutes ago, when the shouting over who got to sing what next got a little too loud. Gray was insisting on singing ABBA, and while everyone thought his enthusiasm was admirable, his talent is anything but. Aria left right before Nick lunged to wrestle the mic away from him.

Not that Nick is any better of a singer.

#hiiii. ao3 link on last sentence #quill's writing #mind blind #aria wiseman #button wiseman #nick wiseman #sally alavidze #grayson black #kent zarneki #k zarneki #glitch parker #talia parker #sabrina cadogan #aoife quinn #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #button x kent zarneki #nick wiseman x oc

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brightburner · 2 years

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Make sure to bury all that you can (make sure to leave a trace of a man)

Kent Zarneki x f!Button | mind blind | rating: T | post-canon, established relationships, hurt & comfort | summary: Kent returns home from a difficult mission.

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Some missions, no matter the outcome, all took a piece. Sometimes those pieces were small, easily regenerated things, recovered with sleep and quiet boring days of paperwork and pencil pushing.

But some missions? Some missions took a big piece.

Button heard of some of the details, read the briefing on her tablet while she lounged, half-worry in bed. A gang fight had spilled into a residential area and in desperation, a Ment member had taken over the mind of a civilian... had used them as a cover. Made them appear to be part of the gang.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t something the team learned until after the civilian had been taken down. They were alive, but critical. Laying in a hospital, injured not by the “bad guys” but by the “good ones”.

And that alone was upsetting for anyone. But for Kent, it was a double edged sword.

He hadn’t even removed his tactical suit when he opened their bedroom door and after a moment, slowly crawled into bed with her. Even now he was still done up in black, the shielding heavy across Button’s lower body as he lay, completely still on top her, his face buried in the soft material of her sweater, just below her breasts.

The only reason she even knew he was still awake was because of his hands, bunched tightly in the fabric behind her back. Every once and awhile, his arms would tighten around her, his body rigid and growing with tension until she felt him tremble from it.

Button just held him. Soothed her fingers through his hair and rubbed circles on his upper back, sometimes softly murmuring, “I’ve got you.”

Kent relaxed into her, turning his cheek against her stomach with a deep sigh, the sound catching just barely in his throat.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this, but... it wasn’t your fault.”

He didn’t reply.

“How could you have known?”

“A Ment would have.”

And there it was. Button knew it was partly about the civilian, but it was partly about something else. Something closer, something more personal and more painful. When that man was taken over, forced to act against his will, it would be impossible for Kent not to see the similarities. To think of his mother.

“Grayson wouldn’t have and he is a Ment,” she said, “Or Sally. Even Nick would have needed more time and there wasn’t any. People were in danger. You saved them.”

“All except one.”

“They’re still alive, aren’t they?”

Kent breathed out slowly, “For now.”

“Bit grim and fatalistic of you, Kenzie.”

“I am grim and fatalistic.”

Her heart flickered sharply with worry.

“And dirty.” Button added, swiping her thumb across his cheek both in an effort to remove a trace of grit and for the sheer act of touching. His eyes were barely open to start and at the touch, he closed them entirely.

She used the back of her knuckles, drawing them across his face and back up into his hair line. Kent let out another slow breath.

“You’ll be more comfortable outta this getup.” Button suggested quietly, shifting to sit up only to feel his arms tighten further, holding her fast.

“Kent?”

He’d turned his face back into her stomach, hidden from view. His voice was muffled when he spoke.

“I’m tired.”

“I know. Let me help.”

There were straps easily accessible on his shoulders, so Button started with those, giving Kent time to will himself up to kneel astride her legs and let her tug the carbon polymer chest piece free. He wore more armor than Grayson, the suit designed to protect from knives or ballistics and covering more surface area.

Button was making work of the protective guards around his left forearm when Kent leaned forward and buried his face into her neck.

It wasn’t the most practical position, but she made it work, feeling the exhaustion radiating from him in every sluggish movement he made. It was more to do with the adrenaline come down than true physical exhaustion, something Button was familiar with from her own days right after the “incident” with her mother... so much time spent teetering between one anxiety attack and the next.

Button discarded the gauntlets off the edge of the bed, ignoring their harsh clatter as she reached around Kent and unattached the back piece that protected his spine. His silhouette was altered by the bulk of the armor, and now without it, he felt more like her Kent. The one she fell asleep next to every night, who smiled at her when he handed her a morning coffee and kissed her on the steps of Aeon before they parted to their respective places for the day.

Button sat up a bit taller, reaching behind Kent’s neck to tug on the high-necked black shirt he wore beneath. He got the message, ducking down and allowing her to pull it off over his head. Button hissed in sympathy when she noted a patch of quickly darkening bruises along the right side of his ribs.

“You got shot?” She says, her voice falling to a whisper.

“Yeah.” Kent said with a shrug, his nonchalance at taking one in the vest doing nothing to console her. She ghosted herself fingertips near the bruise, feeling his muscles flex as he shied away from the touch.

Button leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his chest. His bare hands also sported bruises, dotted over his knuckles, reddening his pale skin. Button kissed each one. She had moved to do the same to his other hand when Kent tugged them both free, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back and to the side. His mouth slanted against hers, lips already parted. Kent didn’t often kiss her this way. Hot, demanding, over eager. His tongue slid over her bottom lip, barely waiting for permission before he licked into her opened mouth.

The kiss was bruising, desperate and in short— not about kissing.

Button turned her face away, his lips trailing across her cheek at the movement. Whatever had come over him faded as quickly as it sparked.

“I’m… sorry. I didn’t— I…”

“You’re hyped up don’t be sorry. I get it. Normally I’d be downright thrilled.”

Kent didn't reply, but Button could tell it wasn’t because he had nothing to say.

“You need a release… but not like that.”

Kent swallowed hard and when he met her eyes, she could see the cracks forming behind them, breaking through the slate grey like a dam. His eyes wavered.

“It’s okay, baby,” she whispered, taking his face into her hands.

Three words and he was unmade.

Kent hardly ever made a sound when he cried, but every so often his arms would grasp around her so tightly it hurt to breathe. He gasped sometimes, the sound like a muffled hiccup against Button’s chest. She felt the breaking of the tension as keenly as Kent did, the flood of emotion falling off of him in waves.

She held him all the while.

#mind blind #mind blind cog #kent zarneki x button #kent zarneki #kent x button #button wiseman #f!button wiseman #mind blind fanfic #oc; eisley wiseman #i just love giving long song lyric names to fics #SOMETIMES YOU JUST WANNA WRITE UR BABY CRYING AND CUDDLING THEM OK

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homeformyheart · 3 years

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Number 3 from the little one prompts for Nick and Nora! 🥺❤️

ahhh nick x nora babies! thanks for requesting alya~ pretty much everyone gets a turn with baby naomi.

author’s note: this took a somewhat unexpected turn at the end and i did my best not to spoil my nick x nora fic wip but there’s lots of hints and the relationships between the cast. hope you all enjoy! copyright: all characters, except the oc and oc button, are owned by jo o’connor @mindblindbard. series/pairing: mind blind – nick wiseman x f!oc (nora mcconnell); minor kent zarneki x nb!button (jasmine rose wiseman) rating/warnings: 14+; swearing and terrible jokes, but mostly fluff based on/prompt: little one // 3. Holding the little one for the first time. word count: 1.2k summary: nora gives birth and nick holds their little one for the first time.

exhausted wouldn’t even begin to describe how nora felt after thirteen hours of labor and a panicked, anxious husband who would not stop telling jokes no matter how much she begged him to do anything else. even now, despite the fact that she was settled in her room and the nurse would bring the baby by any minute, nick was rattling out yet another dad joke.

she finally let out a deep, heavy sigh and turned to nick. “there was a dad who tried to keep his wife happy through labor by telling jokes, but she didn't laugh once. know why?”

nick stopped pacing and moved closer. his eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise at her attempt for a joke – nora typically didn’t appreciate the wittiness of his puns and tolerated his jokes at best.

“why?” he was almost giddy with excitement.

“it was the delivery,” she deadpanned.

his eyes widened and cheeks seemed to stretch with his grin. “did you just—?”

“that will be the only time and if you tell anyone i will deny it,” she said, features softening when nick leaned in to give her a kiss. “now can you please stop pacing and come here?”

they both turned toward the door at the sound of a knock, heartbeats quickening in sync as the nurse appeared with a bundled blanket in their arms.

“here you go, mama,” the nurse said quietly as they carefully placed the baby in nora’s arms.

tears immediately sprung to her eyes at the sight of her child. never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she’d become a mother. her experience with her own parents was more than enough to swear her off the idea of having kids forever. and the example of nick’s parents terrified her as well, albeit for different reasons. she didn’t want what happened to button to happen to their children either.

but despite her initial protests, she couldn’t deny that nick was born to be a father.

“how do i already love you so much?” she sniffled, gratefully grabbing the tissue nick handed her to blow her nose. “nick, this is terrifying. i’m feeling so much – from you, too.”

“i know,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and sitting on the bed next to her. “we made them. you are so amazing. i love you both so much.”

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“it’s been hours. are they going to be okay?” jasmine asked, glancing up at the large clock in the waiting room.

“i have an idea to pass the time,” john said, eyes twinkling. “have you ever tried to eat a clock? it's very time consuming.”

jasmine groaned at her dad’s joke, not having noticed gray’s chuckle or the way kent’s lips quirked up into a smirk before he schooled his features.

“not the time, grandpa,” hope warned, not-so-lightly slamming the back of her hand against john’s chest.

a beaming nick skipped into the waiting room, interrupting whatever comeback john was preparing. “they’re here! both baby and nora’s okay. come on, i can’t wait for you to meet them.”

they all followed – the wisemans’, kent, and gray – and squeezed around nora’s bed. nick gently took the baby from her and handed her carefully to jasmine, who had already pressed herself to the side of the bed before her parents had the chance to look at their first grandchild.

“oh, look at their little nose,” jasmine whispered, cradling the infant against her chest. “they’re as cute as a button.”

nora raised her hand just as nick opened his mouth, jasmine’s eyes sparkling with laughter at the realization of what she just said.

“no, we’re not passing on the nickname,” nora said, her mouth easing into a tired smile. “i wouldn’t take that from jasmine.”

“let me hold my grandbaby,” hope’s no-nonsense voice cut in. her tone softened in the breathless ‘oh’ that escaped her as she looked down at the sleeping baby. “do you have a name for them yet?”

“naomi. their name is naomi lily wiseman,” nora said softly, snuggling into nick’s side.

“wait, so you’d be—nick, nora, and naomi? the three n-kateers?” john asked after hope had passed the baby to him.

“keep that up and i’ll revoke your visitation rights,” nora warned teasingly. john laughed and carefully handed the baby over to gray, who had been standing quietly to the side.

hope helped position the baby against his chest, the poor man had no clue how to hold an infant and had awkwardly kept his arms extended. nora nudged her chin toward gray and gave nick a knowing look.

“gray, nora and i wanted to ask you something. we couldn’t think of anyone else who we’d want looking out for them,” nick said softly as he squeezed nora’s shoulder. “will you be naomi’s godfather?”

“but i don’t know the first thing about raising children!” gray’s panicked voice elicited chuckles around the room.

“we don’t plan on going anywhere for a long time, gray,” nora rolled her eyes affectionately. “we just want naomi to have people they know they can go to if there’s something they can’t talk to us about. people who will look out for them no matter what.”

gray’s eyes softened as he looked back down at the sleeping baby. “i can do that,” he whispered. “you are already too precious for this world.”

“my turn again,” jasmine said, reaching for the baby despite gray’s obvious reluctance to let go of his godchild. “i need to practice for when it’s our turn.”

nora felt a hazy, flaxen wave of anxiety pour out of kent and she instinctively turned to him. he was standing to her right, arms tucked deep into his pockets as he looked at jasmine, cooing at naomi on the other side of the room. his shoulders tensed for a brief moment before they settled and he glanced over, locking eyes with nora.

his grey eyes held back a storm threatening to break.

as if on cue, nick stood up and started shooing everyone out of the room. “nora needs to rest and i need more time with my baby,” he said as jasmine passed naomi back to her.

kent’s gaze dropped to the baby in her arms – the storm having passed as though it were never there to begin with – before he met nora’s and gave her a nod.

“you’re going to be a wonderful mother,” he said softly and nora felt tears well up again.

she gave him a warm smile – one that held significant shared understanding between them – and he returned it. they found over time that they shared many of the same fears that prevented them from being open to being parents. and they found solace in knowing they wouldn’t have to figure out how to overcome those fears on their own – she would prop him up and he would help her stand.

and together, they’d find their footing as part of the wiseman family.

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rhaenyratargeryn · 2 years

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Oooo here is a snippet from a Kent x Button wip!

And her thoughts go hazy and content. Warm. A happy cloud of cotton, light and fizzing like foam. Nick had described it to her once, the feeling she got when she felt like this—like sunlight breaking through clouds on his cheek. If Nick had any lingering worries about whether Kent was good for her, they vanished the first time he felt that warmth.

Words turned to images. Impressions of things that made her content, that made her “inside” voice soft, a whispered breath.

“Ask me.” she says, light and teasing. Kent knows this game. Smiles crookedly.

“What are you thinking?”

#mind blind #mind blind if #wip wednesday #wip ask #kent zarneki x button #kent x button #mind blind fanfic

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thefossilwhale · 3 years

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i will sell the hotel

button x kent. 1.2k words. based on this ask.

happy valentine’s day from sabrina wiseman and kent zarneki! (tagging @lividlyinlove, thank you so much for asking!)

When Sabrina first opens her eyes, the room is still dark. A bluish light bleeds through the curtains, promising sunrise and this twilight hour before it. For now, the darkness swallows blue shadows before they are half-formed, and she barely notices a difference when her eyes fall shut again. Sleep lingers at the edges of her mind, muffling her senses, though she is distantly aware of movement. The dull scratching of paws on a door, the low rumblings of canine discontent about to crest into a yap, the patient tut that stops it short. Footsteps, measured and slow—the mark of someone more alert, who hears everything more sharply in the morning quiet.

There is rustling at her shoulder, and then another doggy whine. Sabrina giggles, still half-asleep, and lifts the blanket just enough for Antigone to burrow under. She’s beneath her arm in seconds, nestling herself against Sabrina’s side and resting her head just below her shoulder. The wide-openness of her adoring eyes is contagious, and Sabrina comes closer to waking as Annie strains against her arm, struggling valiantly towards her face with tongue outstretched. She is intercepted by Kent, who appears beside the bed and leans down to kiss Sabrina’s hair, her temple, the corner of her mouth.

“It will rain soon,” he murmurs against her cheek, while Annie licks his earlobe. “So I’m taking them on our run before it does. Sorry for waking you.”

Her eyes close at his touch, and she’s half dozing again. Still, she grumbles as Kent scoops Annie into his arms— “She wants to stay. She likes me more,” she tries to protest, incoherently—and reaches blindly for their lost warmth. Kent chuckles, leans down for another kiss, and easily extricates himself from the weak grip that tries to hold him there by the back of his head.

“You’ll be asleep again in five minutes. We’ll be back by the time you wake up.”

“Five minutes” proves generous. The next time she’s conscious, the room is filled with the dull grey light of drizzling rain clouds, and Kent is beside her as though he’d never left. She might think she had dreamt his departure, if she couldn’t smell his soap. His hair is still damp from his post-run shower, and he sits up against the pillows, reading a book he keeps on the nightstand. (Some translation of some myth or other that Sabrina is sure she’ll be sufficiently interested and endeared to learn about from him, some other time, when a whole day with no obligations doesn’t stretch out before them and Kent isn’t curled beside her in the haze of morning.)

Sabrina kisses his bare shoulder, then rests her head there. One hand relinquishes the book to trail fingers up and down her arm, absently, but he’s too engrossed in his reading to acknowledge her further. She makes a token effort to read along, but the page offers nothing interesting enough to stop her pressing her lips to Kent’s temple and ghosting them down until she’s kissing his shoulder again.

He’s smiling now, but he still doesn’t look at her until she starts to pull away.

“Fine,” he says, and kisses her once, brief but firm. “Good morning.”

The “fine” is more fond than frustrated, but she still huffs her indignance against his smiling mouth. He laughs at her, then returns to reading.

Hmph. Must be some book.

Sabrina sighs and reaches for her own book on the nightstand—a poetry anthology she’s been working her way through on Glitch’s recommendation. After one poem, she sets it back down. Silences with Kent are always warm and never empty, but this one begs her to fill it. This quiet is a flimsy sheet failing to hide the outline of something beneath it, and nothing punctuates it—not even the sound of turning pages, she realizes.

Without moving her head, she scans Kent’s open book. He’s on the same page as when she awoke. Her eyes strain further sideways, towards his, which are already glancing sideways at her.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” he says, with his barely-there smile, and she wonders how she could think anything might ever be wrong.

Kent still looks distracted, though now clearly not by the book. He stares at its pages without moving his eyes; he contemplates the window; he casts more glances her way. When Sabrina falls back against the pillows, content to close her eyes and wait for his voice, she hears his book snap shut and the sheets rustle, feels the bed shift as he turns towards her.

No voice comes, and she opens her eyes to find him lying on his front, chin on his forearms, gazing up at her. She gazes back at him—his curving mouth, his still-wet hair, his eyes grey like the comforting shroud of the rain outside. Her own smile only occurs to her when his widens faintly in response. One of his arms reaches for her, finding her hand where it rests atop the blankets.

“I want this,” he says finally, eyes never leaving hers. “You and me. Forever.”

“All right.”

Her tone is breezy, incongruous with the sudden weight of the morning. Kent’s thumb is dragging circles along her wrist, and he looks like he wants to laugh.

“Did we just… decide something?” She asks, and then he does start laughing. “That’s a yes? I missed a verbal contract somewhere, then. Are we married now?”

That last part was a joke, but it sobers Kent. “It wasn’t a proposal,” he tells her. “Not… that kind. If you wanted, though, we could.” He shrugs, and Sabrina no longer feels that she is the one acting unsuitably indifferent to what has apparently become an occasion.

“…Get married?” She prompts, filling in the last words of his sentence. He nods. “Okay.” Silence. “Was that a proposal?”

Kent rolls his eyes and scoots closer. “The question is whether you’re interested in marriage at all. No proposals until we clear that up.”

“You don’t sound very interested yourself, you know.”

“I just told you I want this forever,” he says, so casually that her heart sings. “If that means we get married, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter either way.”

“Wow. You’re romantic.” She laughs, like she doesn’t mean that wholeheartedly, like she isn’t giddy off his plain sincerity. “Keep up the sweet talk, and I’ll drag you to the altar today.”

“Yes,” Kent says, abruptly serious, nodding decisively.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you. Since you asked.” His expression cracks, and he offers a grin that is very nearly a smirk. “That sounded like a proposal.”

“Oh, when I propose, you’ll know,” she tells him, grinning. “There will be roses. Me, in a red satin ball gown. A string quartet.”

When Sabrina lifts her gaze to the ceiling, pretending to imagine the spectacle, she finds that it’s only half an act. She envisions a proposal—lying in bed, on a morning like this; in some private restaurant corner, wearing a dress that matches his tie; out on the water, a ring box in Annie’s mouth, Cass nuzzling into their first affianced kiss. A wedding at a courthouse, in a park, on the beach. She wants them all, wants not one, wants to never leave this bed, with the scent of Kent’s soap and his hand on her arm and the rain that erases everything else. Wants this, forever.

Kent chuckles again, low and familiar and wonderful. He pulls her wrist towards him for a kiss, then stretches to reach her elbow, then joins her up by the pillows and settles against her.

“Drop the quartet,” he suggests, breath warm against her ear. “And then I’ll look forward to it.”

#kzarneki #sab x kent #oc: sabrina wiseman #my writing #/#mind blind #i never write anything this like. meanderingly romantic. but why not try for shameless romance indulgence on valentines day huh?#i got used to writing K and then my next move was really to defamiliarize them in an established relationship fic :///#ok love you guys happy valentines day!!! hope you like it <3 mwah

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