#I’m not gonna recover anytime soon

[therealslimshakespeare]

Acorn thot

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Jack had left her in bed, off in a hurry to discuss a work in progress he had ongoing with CBS. He’d come on her belly and had began to change with no stop in between the happenings, he often got like that after sex when he was excited about new work he had coming. Like if the work itself would be more satisfactory than having Lana Tierney herself. With a pat on her ass he’d been gone and inside Lana, Julie Jean Turner was grateful he hadn’t stayed and had left her alone. It was much better then when Vincent stayed beside her, smug in his performance, when no pleasure had been truly given. For her, at least.

Mr. Huston was nice about the jacket and Lana made sure to keep it in her line of sight during sex with him but she never dared to wear it with his hands on her. She would never betray Bucky like that, never dare mix his scent with that of the smell of old money, of men who didn’t risk their lives for the nation - for her, Johnny had wrote her. He fought to keep her safe before he really knew her and she’d never felt more cared for or protected upon reading those words.

Now with Jack gone, she lay in bed breathing in the jacket, keeping it tucked tight between her thighs. John’s smell was becoming faint, what with Lana carting it around everywhere she went and using it as her only defense against the cold, against the studios, against Vincent - against Mother Dearest. It was her shield and her only reminder now that Mother had taken away her letters that she was loved, truly, and she wasn’t alone.

I love you, he had written.

I adore you, he had said.

She pressed her face deeper into his jacket, eyes burning. Heart breaking. Her belly was sticky and her nipples were aching, her hair tangled from Jack and Vincent pulling it and running their hands through it. Soft hands. Skinny hands. No callouses from hard work. No blood staining them because they were protecting their nation. She tried to pretend John’s hands were on her instead but it was impossible to do when she knew John was a red blooded hard working American man. His hands would be rough but his touch would be gentle and being with him would leave her feeling satisfied, not used, and he wouldn’t rush off afterwards, he would want to stay with her and he would want to listen to anything she said and she wouldn’t be so alone.

Sobs were wrecking her freely now as she pressed her nose deeper into his fainting scent. Hoping where ever he was, he was okay and he didn’t hate her and he wouldn’t hold any of this against her. John had sounded shocked when she had asked him to promise to try, like if the thought of anyone wanting him to be alive, of her wanting him to come home, was unthinkable but nonetheless he’d curled his pinky an entire ocean away and he had promised her he would try. For him she would continue fighting and trying too.

Jean had spent months writing to him and getting to know him and despite the war and possible death looming and his missing best friend who he would go to the ends of the Earth for - Jean wondered, no - Jean knew this action must have crossed his mind once or twice when sending his jacket to her.

“Would she pretend it was me? Use it as if it was me with her? Take some of the pleasure I would give her?”

And despite the grief and loneliness, Jean knows this would help her try like he was.

Her nose is buried in the collar of the jacket, where his sweat collected in the sheepskin and she allows her tongue to poke out in hopes she could taste the saltiness of it. She imagines she does. She switches from her side to her knees, in order to get in better position, and like if it’s a sign from him for her to take what she needs, a cold button on the lapel rubs against her button. Her mouth drops open in a tiny gasp. In between her thighs it’s sticky and wet and she’s rubbing it all on his jacket but she knows it’s all her. None of it was Jack or Vincent or anything they may have left behind. No. This is simply what John does to her.

Jean thinks of his letters, of every filthy thing he had written. How he wanted to bite down on those pink nipples of her. How he wanted her to ride him as his face was slapped silly by her large breasts. She pinches a nipple and imagines it’s his teeth, humping his jacket in earnest now.

Oh it feels so good. Much better than anything she’s experienced, even with no penetration. No use of her fingers, just his jacket underneath her bundled between her thighs.

John, John, John - she’s gasping it into the bedroom. Breathless moans and crinkling sheets and the jostle of her breasts the only sounds.

John, I love you.

Bucky, come home to me.

Bucky, this is all for you. All of it.

Please never stop loving me. I’ll never be able to stop loving you. Even if you hate me.

She comes hard on his jacket. Pushing through sensitivity to continue smearing herself over him. Jean decides then and there that even if it does so happen he wants nothing to do with her upon returning, she’ll return him this jacket with her smeared over it and her scent overtaking it, and perhaps leaving a stain behind. And he would wear it again unknowingly and still carry her with him and she would always know at least she had this.

Jean falls into the sheets, nuzzling into his jacket once more. No longer feeling used up or alone or unloved. Her Johnny was with her.

“I love you for it, Johnny,” is muffled into his jacket, as if he’s lying in her arms and she’s speaking it into his skin. “I love you for the way you love me, sweet man.”

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[sturnstars5]

unwrapped- c.s

*based off of yesterdays friday video

summary: chris puts matt’s big gift to use…

warnings: smut, p n v, mdni, suggestive terms, talk of condoms, language

you’re sitting in you and chris’ shared bedroom, listening to your boyfriend and his brothers shared laughter and the sound of wrapping paper being torn off of boxes.

“and, this one’s for chris and nick!” you hear matt say.

he hands them the boxes, nick and chris glaring at them suspiciously.

“open up!” matt says, giggling.

nick and chris unwrap the gift box, revealing a box of condoms.

“did you get the same thing i got?” chris asks nick.

“uhh, yeah i think.” nick replies.

“well, i don’t want any nieces and nephews anytime soon, so there you go!” matt says.

“oh, well thanks matt!” chris and nick say at the same time sarcastically.

chris was acting disgusted and surprised on the outside, but on the inside, he was thinking of all the things that you and him could do with those condoms.

you’re dying of laughter as the triplets wrap up the rest of the video. by the time chris enters your room you’ve just barely recovered from your laughter.

“damn ma, what’s s’funny?” chris asks.

“oh nothing.” you reply.

“well, i came in here to share a gift that matt got me with you!”

“oh, chris, that’s so sweet! what is it?”

he reaches behind his back and grabs the box of condoms that matt had gifted him.

“and guess what! nick gave me his box too, so now we have lots of ‘em!” chris exclaims, holding up the box of condoms like it’s a trophy.

you can’t help but laugh, seeing how excited your boyfriend is over 2 boxes of condoms.

“s’ not funny. i’m bein serious, ma.” he says.

he forces his head your direction, capturing your lips in a kiss. he pushes his tongue through the crevice of your lips, deepening the kiss more.

“mm-oh chris.” you moan.

he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of dark purple marks in his path.

he pulls off your t-shirt, then unclasps your bra, leaving you totally topless. he kisses your tits, taking extra time on your nipples, giving them extra care.

he reaches your shorts, feeling the damp heat radiating off of them.

“fuck ma, ya’ already so soaked f’me, hm?” he groans.

you moan in response, trying to grind your hips onto in surface you can do you can relieve the wet ache.

chris slides your shorts down, leaving you in only your lace panties. he takes his hoodie and sweatpants off, leaving both of you in just underwear.

chris gently drags his finger over the sensitive wet spot on your panties.

“chris, please.” you whimper.

“please what? gotta use ya’ words.” he replies.

“put it in, please, i need you.”

“that’s my girl.” he says

he takes his boxers off, revealing his hard length, with the tip dripping with precum. he slides your panties to the side, leaving your wet pussy bare and open.

he takes a condom from the gift box, ripping the foil open with his teeth. he rolls it onto his hard length.

“thanks matt.” he snickers.

he runs his tip along your folds, taking extra time on your sensitive clit. he pushes just the tip in, already making you feel so full.

“holy shit, chris.” you moan.

he pushes the rest of his dick in, groaning and cursing under his breath at the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

“holy shit, ma, s’tight f’me..” he groans.

he thrusts slowly, pulling out almost all the way then sliding back in.

he then goes faster, going harder at a steady pace. the sound of your whimpers and his groans mixing with the wet noises coming from your bodies colliding.

the tip of his dick his pounding into your cervix, reaching places that you didn’t even know he could reach.

“holy fuck chris, i’m gonna come!”

“go ahead ma, come f’me.”

his dick reaches the wet, spongy spot deep inside of you, pounding repetitively. you feel the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as chris places a firm thumb on your swollen, aching clit.

“chris!” you whimper, feeling the knot in your stomach release as you come, your pussy pulsing around chris’ cock as he comes as well.

his warm fluids fill up the condom just as you come down from your high.

later, once you and chris have cleaned up, you meet matt and nick in the living room to watch a movie.

“hey, matt?” chris says.

“yeah?” matt replies.

“thanks for the gift earlier.”

[bird-in-the-space]

Echoes of the Unknown

After recovering from your illness, you talk with Emily and the human trio. You learn little about the bots. However, the idea of officially joining Team Prime leaves you in doubt.

Warnings: Ratchet being grumpy, a bit social anxiety, Miko taking pictures without permission, and a lot of self doubt.

Chapter 10

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After Ratchet finished the cleaning progress,  infused you with fresh processed energon, and fixed up your dents, he made adjustments to your body after hearing about how your limbs dragged you a lot due to their weight and how much trouble you had moving them. The process felt like forever, but he finally gave you the clear to stand up and move while he made finishing scans. 

“Alright. How do you feel? The adjustments I made should have made your arms and legs more lighter for you to move,” Ratchet asked as you stretched your arms, and shoulders and tested your knees. Everything felt much better and not like you were carrying limbs that felt more like weights. 

“Much better. I feel like I can finally move without exhausting myself,” you explained. 

“Thank you… doc… you said slightly awkwardly. 

He grumbled at the nickname. “Make sure you do not go drinking any more earth oils. It’s unhealthy and bad for you,” he said before proceeding to do something else. 

“Lesson learned,” you said before seeing Emily walk up to you. 

“How are you feeling? Is the headache gone?” she asked. 

“Yeah. The headache’s gone, and I do not feel like I’m going to pass out anytime soon,” you explained. 

“That’s good. You gave me quite a scare when you passed out in the alley like that,” Emily smiled. 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” you said, feeling embarrassed and a bit guilty for scaring her. 

“Don’t be. You were not feeling well. You were probably gonna pass out sooner or later,” she said. “I’m glad we got you the help you needed before anything serious could happen,” she added. 

Jack, Raf, and Miko then showed up. 

“So… (Name).... what is it like looking at us from there?” Jack asked. 

“Everything is… smaller than it should be,” you answered. 

“Dude. I never knew Vehicons had faces behind their masks,” Miko said. “I thought the eye line and the smooth surface was their face,” 

You frowned. “Haven’t you been with these guys longer than us? Wasn’t there at least one time you saw these cons having faces?” you questioned. 

“We try to avoid putting ourselves in danger. Miko tends to do the opposite so she can take pictures of our bots scrapping the cons.” Jack crossed his arms while looking at Miko. She only rolled her eyes. 

“Well, this is different. Now smile!” Miko took out her phone and took a picture of you. The sudden camera light made you blink your eyes for a moment. 

“So, how long have you three known about these guys?” you asked. 

“For a while now,” Raf answered. 

“You do not have to worry about these guys accidentally stepping on you?” you asked. 

“We’re careful enough. I guess you do not have to worry about getting squashed since you’re a bot yourself,” Miko pointed at you. 

“That’s perhaps the only relief,” Ratchet scoffed. 

You didn’t know what to think of it. Not getting stepped on was one thing, but now you could accidentally do the stepping, and you were not certain if you could trust yourself to be that careful. 

“So… now that you decided to stay. You could become an Autobot,” Jack started. 

“Not a bad idea. Hey, maybe we could finally look into a new look for you,” Emily suggested. 

“Yeah. If you ever joined a fight, the bots could mistake you for the enemy because you still look like one of those Vehicons,” Miko said, making punching motions. “That would be really bad for you,” 

“Ugh—” you stayed silent at the suggestions. 

You, an Autobot? 

This was not your war. 

“I don’t really know about that,” you said. 

“One moment, please. I… I need to clear my head for a moment,” you said, walking away from them. Emily looked after you with a frown. 

You found yourself a lone corner and leaned against the wall with a sigh. 

“(Name)?” 

You looked down to see Emily in front of you. You kneeled down to her level. 

“What’s wrong? Something’s on your mind,” she asked.  

“Nothing. It’s just… my social battery is not very high right now,” you excused as it was partly the truth. 

“But there’s something else,” Emily stated with her hands on her hips. 

You stayed quiet, unsure how to explain it to her. 

“Come on. I won’t leave you alone until you tell me,” she said. 

“It’s just…” you sighed. “So much happened today and now we know that there’s a whole alien war going on. I mean it’s insane,” you confessed. 

“I’m glad these Autobots are friendly, but… me joining these guys? Becoming an Autobot?” you questioned. 

“I might be a cybertronian now, but I am very much still a human from inside. This is… This is not my war,” you said.  

“We got lucky escaping the Decepticons, but I can’t fight. What can I do for them? I’ll be more in their way than be any help,” you asked. 

“I get what you mean,” Emily placed her hand on your finger. 

“You do not have to join them if you don’t want to, and you do not have to do any fighting. I guess that was just Miko getting overly excited,” she said. 

“However, after getting to know them a little. I think this is the best place for you to be. They’re not that bad. I have a good feeling about this so how about you give these guys a chance? Become friends with them? That way you have people you can turn to for help,” she suggested with a gentle smile. 

You hesitated, but her smile and words made you consider it. “If you trust them that much already… then I guess I can give it a try,” you uttered. 

“Attagirl. And don’t worry about being any help. We can figure out that later,” she comforted, patting your hand. “Maybe you could be an extra pair of hands for the doc bot,” she grinned. 

“Ratchet seems like he prefers to work alone,” you said. 

“Nah. We never know once we ask,” she said. 

“But everything is going to be alright. Give these guys a chance. Who knows, they might just be the right people for you after all,” she smiled enthusiastically. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Good. Now come on. Time to upgrade your social skills,” she said and you followed her back to the trio. 

You talked to them about random things. They shared interesting stories they had with their bots and slowly you dropped your guard around them. It no longer seemed bad and you found it rather easy to talk with them. Maybe this could work after all.

[kestrel-bee]

Okokok so I finally got to watch a few of the new LMK eps and I have some thoughts and feelings about episode 1 underneath the cut

I am SOBBING over how Pigsy got MK to sleep.

He didn’t want to worry/bother Wukong with his troubles sleeping, but then his *Dad* confronts him. And only then does MK open up about it.

And the fact that Pigsy had that meal for MK when he had sleep troubles in the past is just. Such a sweet implication, and I am still in shambles

And no one talk to me about “I don’t know how you came into my life, but I’m glad you did” and the way he like, brushed his hand over his cheek like?? That was the softest freaking thing I’ve ever seen in this show??

Anyway yeah I doubt I’m gonna recover from that anytime soon

[mxlktxa]

𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 — 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

(𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘓𝘠 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘊/𝘍𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙—𝘋𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘗!!!) 𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯 (𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨/'𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥'), 𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 (𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥), 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 (𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥/𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥)

𝘤𝘸; 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 (𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪��𝘴), 𝘶𝘩𝘩… 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺

𝘤𝘩𝘱 1 — 𝘤𝘩𝘱 2…

𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 - 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Everyone here in Jackson was always willing to help newcomers. Damn near rushing to greet the new resident or just to snoop about and get a look. That is, of course, after Maria had gotten her glimpse and obtained some information from these people first. She always made everyone at least know about a new neighbor's existence. Not yours, though.

You were injured and sick, stuck with a little boy who you would die for. So, the pair of you were rushed into someone else’s settlement, the boy demanding to stay by your side while you recovered yet was denied being close to you. Not by the regular Jackson residents who were caring for you, but you refused him. Just the thought of him getting sick was too much for you to handle.

“Wren as much as I love you, I need you to stay away for a bit, okay? I don’t hate you, sweetheart, I just don’t want you to see me like this anymore.”

“You’re gonna be okay, right? You’re not gonna leave me?”

“No, angel, no. Not anytime soon, I promise.”

That was just a short conversation you had with the boy before he was settled upstairs. Tears were leaving you like a huge, never-ending fountain, so upset with yourself for even ending up like this in the first place. It wasn’t your fault; you can’t control how badly you get injured or how sick you could get but you still felt so stupid.

A few days in, you were just starting to heal well in both injuries and sickness, lying on the couch and staring at the ceiling as you silently counted every time you heard Wren giggle upstairs. He was playing with the man who was taking care of you both, the only joyful sound you had heard for the past few days. The only sound you wanted to hear while you recovered.

‘I’m getting better, Wren,’ you thought, “I’ll make it up to you soon, boy. I promise.’

Just as your mind settled, you realized that footsteps were coming down the steps, towards the couch you lay on. It was Wren and your caretaker, standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching you slowly sit up and smile at the two.

“Wren,” you grinned, “Mr. Miller.”

“Wren wanted to see you,” Joel chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep him over here, patting Wren’s back gently to get him talking.

“Mr. Miller has a book about space! He says there’s a girl in town that knows more too, and she could tell me! But you have to take me to her because he’s busy, so you have to get better soon so I can meet her!”

You were so overwhelmed with how happy Wren seemed, almost crying at how he jumped around and spoke with such enthusiasm. Joel laughed at the sight, shaking his head.

“What’s the magic word, kiddo?”

“Please!” Wren turned to Joel, giggling so happily that it was like he miraculously cured and healed you. The little boy turned to you, taking just two steps forward, “You’ll take me, right?”

“Oh, sweet baby,” you whispered, resting your cheek against the couch, “You don’t even have to ask that. I will take you; I have to. You’re my boy. My world,” you swore to Wren at that moment. You would give your life and do anything for him to be happy, spoil him, yet still raise him correctly and be that mother/sister figure that he needed.

Wren squealed and ran back up the steps, leaving Joel to drop the friendly demeanor and rush to check up on you, “You feelin’ better in any way?” Joel rested his hand on your forehead, nodded softly as your temperature seemed to be normal. Now all that was left was your runny nose, mild headaches, and your wounds.

“Yeah. I should be able to take care of Wren soon. Get both of us out of your hair,” you giggled, “I’m sorry to intrude, Mr. Miller.”

“Oh, please,” he shook his head, “It’s not intruding if you’re knocking on death’s door, kid. You and Wren can stay here, I don’t mind it.”

Joel hated being in such a big house all alone. Hated how silent it was during the day, hated having no one to say goodnight to before turning in for that night. Hated that he had no one to cook dinner with him or even eat with. But the second he saw how poorly you’d been and how Wren was bawling his eyes out at the thought of you dying, he realized he could keep you two close. Finally have some company in such a lonely, miserable home.

“Mr. Miller—,”

“Just Joel. You can call me Joel. That ‘Mr.’ only makes me feel older than I am.”

You giggled at his comment, nodding, “Ah… Joel,” you smiled, “Thank you for taking us in. Taking care of Wren and I,” Joel only shrugged as to say it was nothing, just a simple gesture. Going in for a hug, you winced and jumped back, hand coming down to your abdomen where you had gotten some stitches, “Okay, yeah, not there yet. Give me a few days.”

Joel chuckled, standing up and patting your head, “I’ll give you a few weeks. But I’m most certainly holding you to that hug, little miss.”

“Oh, it’s coming. Just not… Not right now.”

Joel chuckled, leaving you to rest up and get you something to drink. You only smiled at his actions, glancing at the stairs.

“Where did I go wrong?”

[rose24207]

Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Summary: Two enemies, bound by hatred and an undeniable connection, navigate a love-hate relationship where each becomes the other's greatest blessing—and worst curse.

Genre: 42!Miles, angst, fluff

TW: mention of weapons, betrayal, non chronological use of lyrics

A/N: This is kind of based of the edits I saw about arcane with this song (I start watching it tmr) Let’s see how it goes!! Love the song by stromae! It’s stuck in my head and it’s not getting out of it anytime soon!

English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais

I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you

The day he met you, Miles Morales knew he should’ve walked away. The cold of Brooklyn didn’t bother him anymore; it was the emptiness of it that got under his skin. People here didn’t smile. They didn’t dream. They survived—or they didn’t.

But you? You made survival look easy. Like a game.

The worst day of his life, that day he crossed paths with you, yet one he could never regret.

Ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée, j'aurais peut-être préféré Que ce jour soit jamais arrivé

On that day when I met you, maybe I would rather that it never happened to me

The heist was supposed to be simple—grab the vibranium shipment, deliver it to Aaron, and disappear into the night. But when Miles dropped into the shadows of the warehouse, his target was already gone.

“Looking for this?”

Your voice was smooth, teasing, the faintest echo off the cold metal walls. He turned, his eyes narrowing as his mask illuminated you: standing atop a stack of crates, one hand resting on the case he’d come to collect.

“Give it back.” His voice was low, commanding.

“Didn’t know it belonged to you,” you replied, tilting your head. “You’re the famous Prowler, huh? Gotta say, I expected more.”

Miles stepped forward, his gauntlets humming to life. “This is your last chance.”

You smirked, tossing the case from one hand to the other. “Or what? You gonna fight me over it? Go ahead, Morales.”

The sound of his name snapped through the air like a whip. Miles froze.

“How do you—”

“Please,” you interrupted. “You’re not as subtle as you think.”

He lunged forward, a neon blur, but you were faster. You jumped down, using the crate as leverage to kick him back. His gauntlet grazed your suit, leaving a faint scorch mark, but you didn’t flinch.

“This city doesn’t need another vigilante,” you said, darting past him. “Especially not one hiding behind his daddy’s name.”

That hit harder than any punch could.

By the time he recovered, you were gone, and so was the case.

“Next time,” he muttered, clenching his fists, “you’re not getting away.”

La pire des bénédictions

La plus belle des malédictions

The worst of all blessings

The best of all curses

The next few months were a game of cat and mouse. You’d show up where you weren’t supposed to be—hijacking his missions, stealing his leads, leaving behind nothing but frustration and the faint scent of your perfume.

“You’re the worst thing that ever happened to me,” Miles growled one night, his voice cutting through the cold as he cornered you on a rooftop.

“Aw, I’m touched,” you replied, leaning against the railing. “But admit it—you’d miss me if I were gone.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” You stepped closer, your mask reflecting the faint purple glow of his suit. “Face it, Morales. You need me. Without me, you’d have nothing to chase.”

“I don’t chase. I catch.”

“Not tonight,” you said, slipping past him before he could react.

Miles spun around, his gauntlet sparking, but you were already gone.

“Damn it,” he muttered, slamming his fist against the railing.

One night, Miles found you bleeding in an alley. You were slumped against the wall, your suit torn, your mask cracked. For a moment, he considered walking away. But something stopped him.

“Didn’t think I’d see you like this,” he said, his voice tight as he crouched beside you.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you muttered, wincing as you tried to move. “I’m not dying. Not yet.”

Miles sighed, pulling a medkit from his belt. “Hold still.”

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, your voice softer now.

He didn’t answer right away, focusing instead on patching up your wounds. Finally, he said, “Because no one else will.”

You laughed, the sound brittle. “You’re full of surprises, Morales.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

But you did.

After that night, things changed. The fights became less about winning and more about testing each other. You weren’t just his enemy anymore—you were something else.

Tu sais c'qu'on dit

"Soit près d'tes amis les plus chers"

Mais aussi

"Encore plus près d'tes adversaires"

You know what they say

Stay close to your dearest friends

But also

Even closer to your adversaries

“Do you ever think about walking away?” you asked one night, your voice cutting through the quiet.

The two of you were sitting on a rooftop, the city stretching out below. It was an uneasy truce, a temporary pause in your endless battle.

“Walking away from what?” Miles asked, not looking at you.

“All of this. The fighting. The masks. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said, “It doesn’t matter if I’m tired. I don’t have a choice.”

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “There’s always a choice, Morales.”

“Yeah? What’s yours, then?” he shot back. “Why do you do this?”

You hesitated, the mask slipping for just a moment. “Because it’s all I know.”

Miles stared at you, something in his chest tightening. For the first time, he saw the cracks in your armor, the same ones he tried so hard to hide in himself.

“Maybe we’re not so different,” he said quietly.

“Don’t push your luck,” you replied, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

C'est quelle émotion, ta haine

Ou de la douceur

Quand j'entends ton prénom

What kind of emotion, is it hatred

Or pure sweetness when I hear your name?

Miles should’ve seen it coming. The hesitation in your voice, the way you avoided his gaze during the mission. But he didn’t.

“You set me up,” he said, his voice deadly calm as he stared at you across the empty warehouse.

“I didn’t have a choice,” you said, your mask in your hands, revealing the guilt etched across your face.

“There’s always a choice,” he snapped, his gauntlets sparking. “You said that yourself.”

“They had my family, Miles,” you said, your voice breaking. “If I didn’t give them what they wanted—”

“You should’ve told me,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “I could’ve helped you.”

“And risk you getting hurt? Or worse?” You shook your head. “I couldn’t do that.”

Miles stared at you, his anger warring with something deeper. Finally, he turned away.

“Get out,” he said. “Before I change my mind.”

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

Flee from me, the worst is you and I

Weeks passed, but Miles couldn’t stop thinking about you. He hated you for what you’d done, but he hated himself more for still caring.

“You’re distracted,” Aaron said one night, watching as Miles fumbled with his gauntlets.

“I’m fine,” Miles muttered.

Aaron smirked. “Still thinking about her, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Look, kid, I get it. She messed you up. But if she’s all you think about, maybe she’s not your enemy.”

Miles didn’t respond. He didn’t know how to explain the war raging inside him—the hatred, the anger, the longing.

When Miles saw you again, you were cornered in an alley, three gang members closing in.

“Couldn’t stay out of trouble, could you?” he said, dropping into the fray.

You looked up, surprise flickering across your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass,” he replied, taking down one of the attackers with a single punch.

Once the fight was over, he turned to you, his mask retracting. “We need to talk.”

You nodded, wincing as you leaned against the wall. “Yeah. We do.”

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

But my best enemy is you

Brooklyn was still broken, still dangerous. But for the first time, Miles felt like he wasn’t fighting alone.

“You trust me now?” you asked one night, your mask tucked under your arm.

Miles hesitated, his gaze meeting yours. “Not completely.”

You smiled, your eyes softening. “Fair enough.”

As the two of you disappeared into the night, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, his best enemy had become his best ally.

Je t'aime, je te hais, je t'aime, je te hais

I love you, I hate you, I love you, I hate you

Thank you for reading!

[pubbybutch]

May I request Vex, Pike, and Keyleth with a GN S/O who is kind of an idiot? Like they're stupid strong but if something complex is being discussed you can just see the thousand yard stare and the stupid grin as they imagine themselves doing literally anything else? And, being more brawn than brains, they have to bail them out of their bad plans. Who wants to fist fight a dragon? I DO!

VOX MACHINA X Dumbass (affectionate) Reader Head Canons

Thank you very much anon for your ask, I’m sorry this took forever! 💚💚💚

Vex 

Vex always knew that the lights were not all on upstairs, and she knew it would bite the entirety of Vox Machina in the ass. 

The first night she really realised how extreme your lack of common sense is, has you pitted against two half-orcs with some ties to some big thing in Wildemount (you didn’t quite catch whatever it was they said), two against one and with both your opponents skilled and highly trained fighters the outcome was plainly inevitable.

 So now here you sit, slumped over a chair, Vex rubbing your back soothingly her deft hands easing your breathing as you recover from being winded, a fierce punch to your stomach having completely squished the air from your lungs and was that pain in your side a broken rib? 

That's the first time Vex really notices. But now she knows how your mind works or perhaps doesn't work, she just sits and waits for you to fuck up enough to call to her for help or to fall onto the stool next to hers.

After ANOTHER repeat of your shenanigans, she ends up recruiting Vax to aid her in carrying your exhausted and very passed out body up the stairs of the parties tavern of choice and getting you situated on a bed.

Vex opts for the windowsill. She always does when this happens. Letting you take the bed to hopefully help in the recovery process and lessen the effects of tomorrow’s guaranteed hangover. 

Sleep doesn't come easy as Vex jolts up at every unconscious groan that escapes your lips as you turn in your sleep and pain popping up due to the movement. You dumbass, of course you wouldn’t win. Complete dim-wit, her dim-wit.

Keyleth

Looking on at the mess that you had managed to create in the kitchen of Greyskull Keep was exactly when her suspicions were confirmed. Suspicions may not be the right way to describe it, despite how much has flown over her head in the past Keyleth was nearly certain that you were as reckless as… well something that was big and reckless and maybe just a little bit idiotic. 

And the penny finally dropped in her mind.

She has often tried and failed to hold you back from a fight after someone (usually some pretentious elven dickbag) bad-mouths her in the street, resulting in a fight that can only be described as completely avoidable.

Keyleth supports as much of your weight as she can when you get knocked out, attempting to get you out of the fray as quickly as possible, but she can barely drag the two of you behind a crate in a side alley.

You can almost always count on coming back to consciousness while Keyleth is doing her best to stop the swelling on your eye and trying to make sure your not bleeding internally.

She is so goddamn concerned for you, please stop scaring her like this.

Pike

At this point Pike accepts that anytime you head out for a day of merrymaking (aka getting fucking black-out drunk in a tavern or two) she’s gonna be exhausted and have no spells left before you even get to sundown.

When you go unconscious, which is only inevitable, Pike always beelines towards you regardless of what is going on around her. Ignoring or brushing off any hits she may get in the process, she tanks through to get to you as quickly as she possibly can.

Even if she gets down to her last little cure wounds you can be guaranteed that she’ll save those spells for you if she can (much to the dismay of one Scanlan Shorthalt, his grumbles and annoyed mutters of ‘those should be my spells…’

As soon as you’re stabilised and safe-ish, you’re slung over her shoulder and Pike clangs her way through the destruction and chaos of the street-turned battlefield outside the pub, pushing past and far enough away so that you’re safe. Ignoring the shouts of Percy's pained yelps as his pepperbox explodes in his goddamn hands and Minxie doing her best to swipe a giant paw across someone’s torso, Pike always tries to get you outta there if she can.

Avoiding resurrections is of utmost importance when it comes to her sweetheart.

[marinetteplztakeabreak]

Sorry i cant come into work today im too busy thinking about the way that kagami gets when she Knows she’s about to be akumatized and she really doesn’t Want To and she starts desperately clinging to anything to anchor herself and she pulls out the little bead art and the anti-akuma charm and her hand starts shaking because she’s holding it so tight trying so hard reassure herself that she’s not worthless or stupid and that she is loved,,,, yeah i dont think i’m gonna recover anytime soon sorry,,,, its incurable

[thequeeranachronism]

I’m gonna be real with you I don’t think leftism especially western leftism is going to be recovering from this shit for a long time. They’ve been dumping poison in their own wells and saying the Jews (sorry the “Zionists” I mean) are the ones doing it. Leftism is something I’m not going to stop believing in but I don’t think leftism is going to be recovering anytime soon. I am certainly not going to be able to trust the majority of gentile leftists.

I know the history of leftist antisemitism within the movement from the ussr and on and even fucking before. But I thought that most leftists were at least willing to unpack their biases but apparently not when Jews are involved.

So many of them are repeating the same old conspiracy theories that were spread even before Nazis existed. Leftists sprinkling those conspiracy theories in different wording doesn’t mean they aren’t the exact fucking same as the ones white supremacist spread. The fact that I have trouble discerning between leftists and right wing douches is in fact alarming.

[unknown-writez]

Misfit Toys

Chapter Five: Creation of Minx- Part Nine

“Y/N?!” the commissioner asked, confused “That’s me!” I said loudly joking as I turned to stare at the lady that was now tied to a chair and placed on top of Gordon and Harvey’s desk. Jerome not letting go as he hugged me from behind. “How could you do this to your friends?” the woman said  “Friends?” I repeated in air quotes laughing as I stepped towards the lady jumping onto the desk while Jerome’s hands slipped from my body. “You guys were never my friends! you just wanted to use me like everyone else. The second any of you got what you wanted you left. They threw me away like trash. No. How’s your day? No. What’s going on in your life? Anytime I tried to have a real conversation with any of you guess what happened? You guys brushed me off like I was nothing! Hell I’m surprised you even know my name.” I said, getting in her face, anger rising in my tone of voice “It’s not too late.” she spoke in a soft voice “The girl who used to help solve crimes, help save people, is still in you. The people at this precinct know you and will want to help.” “Liar!” I screamed out “Y/N-“ she started to say with pleading eyes but I cut her off “Stop!” I said loudly “Y/N fell down a well! She is gone! I’m what’s left.” I finished the rage and pain seeping through my words. “And isn’t she fantastic now! My little minx. ohhh! I like the sound of that! Minx!” Jerome said, laughing a little, cutting the growing tension trying to lighten my mood “It’s better than your old name.” he continued. Joining me up on the desk he started rubbing my shoulders and I could feel myself calming down with his touch. “New and improved just like my girl …Greenwood! Here! Bring the camera over here. Get a better angle of the room.” Jerome said to me then to the man behind him in the corner who was holding a large camera that I hadn’t noticed. He walked up doing as told. “Why are you doing this?” Essen said bringing the attention back to her. “To rule the world blah blah blah…” Jerome spoke jokingly nonchalant using his hands to express himself “..but we’ll settle for some dead cops and some good PR.” he said laughing at the end then saying “Kidding.” “Yeah whatever. I get it, you're just crazy.” Essen said back in retaliation “Crazy?” Jerome repeated crouching down to her level “Look at me. You can see I’m not crazy.” Jerome said pointing to himself “Very soon little man you will be dead and the world will go on without you. You will be nothing. No one will even remember your name.” Essen said back as Jerome listened, resting his chin on his fist “Hm…” Jerome retorted standing up “See that’s where you're wrong old lady. We will leave a mark on this city!” he announced moving close to her ear as she turned her head trying to get away from him “We will spread across it like a virus… You want to know why?” he asked rhetorically, backing away “There’s nothing more contagious than laughter.” Greenwood sounded from behind us. Jerome let out an irritated grunt grabbing his gun on his pants. He pointed it at Greenwood and fired the trigger swiftly saying “My line.” as the man’s body hit the floor. Quickly he turned back to the commissioner and continued “There’s nothing more contagious than laughter.” He said a loud ha ha ha following after the words left his lips but it didn’t last long as Essen spat in his face. Jerome made a weird look and sound before turning to me saying “That was strangely pleasant.” turning back he leaned towards Esssen saying “Do it again.” but instead of spitting at him this time the lady pulled back her head and smashed her forehead into Jerome’s nose sending him back with the force of the blow as he lost his balance. “That’s gonna leave a mark!” the women taunted as Jerome recovered. A little out of rage and half out of instinct I sent a punch flying across the woman’s cheekbone giving out a frustrated and annoyed growl as Jerome stood up straight, his nose now gushing with blood the red liquid streaming down his face and dripping off his chin and onto his shirt.

[ohsc]

hiii blondie !! i hope you're resting well and the sickness passes soon !! i don't know if there's an english version but in arabic we say "salamtek/سلامتك" ^.^ alsoo it's now my turn to be nosey lol !! ^_^

do you have any favorite ships or are you not too big on shipping? >3> also !! favorite spn girl?? any thoughts on the spn women in general?? ^_^

- @deadgirlsam

hi my lovely!!! thank you so much that’s so kind of you to say :( feel giddy to be told that in two languages omg ilysm <33 and i am actually feeling better!! i haven’t shifted my cough yet but i’m getting there :) how are you sweetheart?

and omg please be nosey anytime you want i can actually talk forever

i LOVE shipping i love soooo many ships in this show i think shipping is so fun !!! my favourite spn ship is probably destiel, but i LOVE megstiel i think they would’ve been my favourite if they got more screen time :( love love love samxrowena / samxeileen. i love rowena with sam they have so much chemistry and i LOVE sam’s witch arc??? the fact that she left all of her things for him??? the fact that it’s prophecy that he had to be the one to kill her??? give me MORE. and samxeileen because EILEEN IS HIS PERSON!!!! the fact that he was still learning sign language when he thought she died, he literally BROUGHT HER BACK TO LIFE???? eileen is probably my favourite to ship sam with just bc they’re perfect for each other :(

big fan of samxjess because it sets up the entire show, i love the “character that dies haunting the entire narrative” trope because jess literally haunts the entire narrative shes with sam the entire time no matter what, i also really loved deanxjo i think jo’s death scene was one of the most painful scenes of the show and then when she came back for that episode as a ghost and the way she interacted with dean? heartbroken actually. destroyed. won’t recover.

AND I LOVE LOVE LOVE SPN WOMEN!!!! torn between rowena and meg 2.0 for my favourite, again i think meg would’ve been my favourite if she kept being in the show (i miss her) but i guess i just love evil women LMAO, speaking of which i LOVED ruby i think she was such a cool and twisted character s4 had some of my favourite writing ever

also charlie’s #1 fan and jo and ellen’s #1 fan too, and I LOVE JODY SO MUCH!!! i get so so happy whenever i get to a jody episode like sat smiling kicking my feet the entire time i adore her and donna

i have soooooo many feelings about claire i LOVE her (biased because i adore kathryn newton), she has one of the most genuinely heartbreaking backstories and she’s still so headstrong and amazing???? love her relationship with cas and how she is with dean too, the ep where she was a werewolf actually almost destroyed me i was convinced she was gonna die :(

i have so many more thoughts too if you wanna ask anything specific about anything i said about pls go ahead i could ramble on for so long about any of these points LMAO

ILYSM!!! i hope you’re doing well :) <3

[ramonag-if]

Hey there! Loved the new chapter(as usual) - got me feeling all kinds of emotions that I will not be recovering from anytime soon. 😭 I just wanted to write something cause I really love your writing and story and I’ve been following this WIP since it was posted(sorry if it’s long, I just really love these kinds of things).

While I’m not really angry with our mom, I don’t think my MC is gonna want to have anything to do with her cause seriously??? You leave your child with their emotionally closed off father who never expected to care for a child and was a part of a group that killed many of your people simply for their heritage? I understand you were trying to escape and now you’re a super important person leading a rebellion but you couldn’t even check in to see if your ex and child were still alive by like sending a spy disguised as a merchant or something? Having to be asked about Ahlf by her was painful(in like the best ways but I was also kind of offended for him). It doesn’t help that my MC has also been feeling like she won’t be accepted by the Ishari people because she wasn’t raised there and whatnot so seeing that her mom just had a whole other family with a daughter who *is* Ishari. Part of me wasn’t surprised we had a half-sibling but that didn’t stop the disappointment, feeling of betrayal and even some resentment - like wow you are a fantastic writer, thank you so much for blessing us with your art. 🥰

I have to ask though, what would our dad think about Salyra having this whole other family after everything that’s happened? While I’m not entirely sure how the two feel about each other, I can imagine he’d be upset for the MC. Like how they were just left to be taken care by him when he couldn’t be that parent they needed and how her absence and unknown status clearly affected them - not to mention the fact that Salyra thought they’d be safer in a small village of a country that was rather open about their problems with Ishari. She’s right that we don’t know what happened and how it went down but I mean did she ever really expect to see us again? Was she trying or did she just decide that there was no point?(spoilers most likely so ignore that I’m just really invested). I can’t help but wonder what our recently discovered family would think? I felt my MC’s fear when hearing about our half sibling that they would honesty prefer Rana to MC because now they would have a ‘real’ Ishari daughter of Salyra to bond with. Also, my first thought to Rana maybe developing a little crush on Irus was, “Nah, you already took my mom, you ain’t taking my Prince.” I know she’s like 10, and my MC is planning on being a good older sister but we gotta draw the line at Irus. He’s my MC’s emotional support Prince. 😅

Regardless, it isn’t looking all that great for Salyra and my MC will be keeping her at arms length unless she needs to gain favor in order to get the alliance or more help in some way(Literally would do anything for Irus, completely in love with him). I am so looking for to the drama though, you write it so well. 👀

Thank you so much for playing and I'm so happy you enjoyed the update 💖😊 And thank you so much for your continued support, it really means so much to me!

It is really a complicated thing with Salyra and you are more than free to feel upset/betrayed/hurt by the way she's gone about protecting the MC. I do enjoy complicated family dynamics, it's something that I've always tended to write about in my stories since I feel like it's not always showcased as much as romantic angst. Thank you for enjoying the angst, I do have a blast writing it 😆

You will get a chance to learn about Ahlf's feelings about Salyra - there's a lot that happened that the MC was unaware about between their parents and you'll also get to see the Vinian family react to Salyra in Part 3 😬😅

Don't worry, the Vinian family already love the MC and will accept the NC regardless of their heritage. Zikar's mother is from Vinia, so they're already quite open to other cultures.

Irus is never going to abandon the MC 😆 So rest assured, Rana's childhood crush will eventually fade away.

Salyra will help the MC regardless of their relationship because she sees it as her way if trying to make up for her absence, so feel free to be as upset and rude as you want 😋

[wishingalice]

Told my boyfriend yesterday that I relapsed because I was scared and in that moment wanted to recover , mentioned how I’m down 10 pounds but I think it was probably all muscle. He told me “yeah I didn’t know you don’t look any different”.

Guess who’s not gonna be recovering anytime soon

[enmi-land]

milaaa, ik ur like SWAMPED with requests rn, and u might still be focusing on recovering your asks, but I have tgis one big brainrot thought abt della and jungwon... but irs not like... sfw 😨 but I also know not to send it here, but at the same time if you've created another account for ur nsfw works pls let me know so I can send this idea 😭😭😭

also im 🥟 anon from ur old nsfw blog.

omgggg it’s my 🥟nonnie!! 🤩🤩 by “della” I’m assuming you mean “mila?” 😆 but awww in that case, i’m sorry to say that idk if i’m gonna create another nsfw account anytime soon for a lot of reasons ☹️ so i think the most i’m going be doing atm is suggestive works like making out and all the other stuff that comes with it (so if yours falls into that category then it’s okay, and you can feel free to send it in but otherwise i don’t think i’d be able to respond since i don’t rlly see myself writing anything too nsfw for wonie)!! but otherwise it’s good to see you again!! and sorry for the news!! 💖🌸

[ferahntics]

Magolor & Inki

I’m still pondering how their relationship would exactly develop, but I am also incapable of being quiet, so have some general ideas on how their relationship would go (The worst I’ll mention is the final boss of the main story on Halcandra, and him traversing a different dimension - not gonna say another word of Magolor’s epilogue besides that.) 

SO- Magolor and Inki would meet after the events of KRTDLDX, which would happen after the anime (in my messy timeline anyways JKHSDG)

At the start, Magolor would not trust Inki for a single second, thinking there is some kind of catch. In his mind, there’s no way someone is being kind for no reason - he played nice with Kirby before he backstabbed him and he’s anxious that karma will make itself known here.

Ironically, Inki wants nothing in return - she just happened to find him injured and unconscious nearby, and of course she wouldn’t just leave him there, or anyone. She just wants to give him a place to recover safely, and doesn’t mind the company. Although its a very snip-snappy company, Magolor being very resistant to talk back a lot. It would be a very long road to get there.

Slowly, Magolor would go back to his charming, though deceptive self. Knowing Inki has some kind of connection with Kirby, he’d chosen to stick around and see if he can get to Kirby that way, still bent on some form of payback - so he stuck with her, thinking it would be easier to just play along. Oblivious, Inki would just appreciate another friend around, unaware of what his intentions were.

...and that choice would backfire, because as they spend time, Magolor finds himself genuinely enjoying his time, he starts cracking jokes and share silly stories that make Inki giggle, and Inki would love to share with him some of her latest paintings and practice spells together. And that’s when he starts having second thoughts - after what happened in the other dimension, after what the Master Crown had done to him, how badly his plan had lacerated his very being... could he really afford to go down a similar path again..?

It turns into a lot of conflicted feelings for him - still feeling some form of resentment, but also... regret. About his actions, how he betrayed true friends for his own goals - and lose it all in the end because of his own foolish choices. Is that a mistake he’s willing to make twice, and pick the same consequences again?

And... fear. Fear of feeling that again, the possession of the crown. How it had altered his appearance until it was nothing but eerie flames and the power of the crown controlling him, yet he was conscious throughout it all, unable to resist when he had realized what a terrible error this was. And, although repressed, fear of facing Kirby and his friends again. How would they react..?

Even if he did want a second chance (which of course he didn’t why would he shhh) would they give it to him? He tries to resist all those feelings back, but. One can only hold their inner turmoil for so long. During this entire time, Inki does realize something is off with Magolor, and wants to offer him her support, but she can only do so much without knowing the core of the problem.

So for now, she gives him space when he needs it, but emphasizes he knows where she is if he needs something. And that, although he appreciates it - also frightens Magolor - that same feeling of weakness and vulnerability.

But. Perhaps he’ll take up on that one day. Not anytime soon, however.

[komacoma]

This is my 🌸bloomer🌸 Nagito, in an ideal world (bc. to be honest my more realistic headcanon for post NWP Nagito isn’t nearly as nice and kind 😞) but this is what I think the boy deserves

I don’t know if I’ll draw my actual post NWP Nagito (at least anytime soon I have like 10 W.I.P’s) but some things I head cannon:

>nagito’s luck would not let him get off that easily (letting him die ,that is) , his cancer would probably still go into remission but I think his dementia would stay the same and continue to progress bc. It’s an easy long term bad luck that’s not necessarily fatal.

>i reject wholly and completely that izuru has luck, it’s by far one of the stupidest things that DR ever pulled (I mean, yeah nagitos talent itself is ridiculous but you’re telling me that they surgically implanted … luck..?) anyways- bc. of this, Nagito’s luck still works the same. If he gets close to any of his classmates, either horrible shit will happen or they will just die. So…. No friends for him :(

>he likely wouldn’t feel much, if any, remorse for the things he did except for try to kill them all. He’d probably also regret not having been there for the “finale” each time. His classmates would try to give him a second chance and warm welcoming but after repeated unintentional insensitive comments, badly timed jokes, and twisted rants they’d just give up. (Aside of hajime who canonically refuses to give up on nagito, not that it would do much since nagito won’t let him in) The rest of them would recover and heal and he’d remain stagnant bc his luck doesn’t facilitate growth.

>the isolation would probs make him even more kooky than before and he’d lose what little social skills and empathy he had in the first place. With what little we saw from his perspective in the final dead room- the guy would likely end up just babbling to himself all the time and laughing (which would honestly be horrifying to see) on the bright side I do think the alone time would mean he would start picking up a lot of hobbies (though I’m not 100 they’d all be… okay hobbies to have)

>eventually he’d probably have to be monitored 24/7 bc. he’s self destructive and also has a disease that gradually will make him forget to maintain his body

It’s sad, I don’t like this head canon. It’s very depressing but I’m not gonna try to lie to myself and pretend like canon nagito would ever get a happy ending. I think his backstory is a good enough predictor of the rest of his life. He can get what he wants but never what he needs (safety, love, stability, some GOD DAMN PEACE AND QUIET)