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scar-lie · 2 months ago

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Crazy Love Pt. 2 {Natasha}

Summary : Natasha finally said the unspoken truth

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Torture, blood, screaming, death, suicide

Word count : 5,800

Crazy Love Pt. 1

Crazy Love Pt. 3 Ver. 1

Crazy Love Pt. 3 Ver. 2

Cherrylemontober

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It's been 5 months since you got away. The slip up of almost getting caught that day wasn't the end of what you're doing. No, not even close, everything just got worse

Ever since that cursed day, following Natasha's every move was at the top of your list. The need to make sure she was safe was too much to ignore, you needed her safe, no matter the costs

Following her every move also meant witnessing men continuously flirt with her. The flirtatious acts towards Natasha made you angry, you couldn't control it. You really tried to but at the end of every night the man's blood would end up on your hands and another victim would be added to your ledger

It's not like she couldn't sense someone was continuously following and watching her, she is the Black Widow after all. One of the deadliest, sneakiest, and intelligent assassins but at the end of the day you still managed to outsmart her. No matter how hard or close she came to catching you, you would always find a loophole before she could

Tonight isn't any different. As you follow the latest man who harassed her, Natasha, thoughts of what he did swarmed your mind. The image of him cat-calling her as she walked into the party and even slapping her ass after her clear rejection. The guy would not quit and seeing that Steve wasn't there to protect her caused you to get more angry

The image in your head gets more consuming as you finally catch up with him and shove him into an empty alley

"Who the fuck are you," he questions trying to push you off

Instead of verbally answering you drive your fist hard into his stomach causing him to fall on the ground, gasping for air. You grab his head and send a hard punch to his jaw causing him to knock out

You kneel down and force him to sit up to make it easier to pick him up. As you pick him up from the ground you make sure no one is around and start carrying him to your car to put him in the trunk

You then climb into the driver's seat and smirk while you start to drive off, excitement filling your body as you think about the painful punishment awaiting him

"NO, PLEASE STOP!" he exclaims while pain shoots through his body as you run your knife through his body, occasionally adding more pressure to make large gashes

He continues to plead for your mercy while you put the tip of your knife on his thigh and add more pressure, slowly causing it to drive deeper into his skin. As you continue your actions he tries to break away, which is no use due to the ties you put on his wrists and ankles

As he continues to try to move away from you, more cries and pleads leave his mouth as more cuts are made on his skin from the metal bed you tied him to when he was unconscious

You continue to do this until his body is full of large gashes and cuts. You carve carefully into his skin, making sure the words are visible for when the police find his body

A frown comes across your face as silence surrounds the room, the agonizing screams and begging no longer heard, even as you put the knife deep into his rib cage and twist it

You finally move your gaze to look at his face and huff and shake your head in disappointment as you see him no longer breathing and a slight paleness flooding his face. With a long sigh you roll your eyes and get off of him

From the amount of blood over the scene you could tell he died of blood loss. An annoyed groan escaped your throat

"You could only last ten minutes" You wipe your face with wipes, weighing as you get a sack to put his body inside and in carrying it into the trunk of your car, as you slam the trunk closed you mumble

"Well, that was no fun. I had so many fun plans for you but I guess I'll have to use them on the next douchebag" you quickly climb into the driver side of your car and put it into drive to make your way home

Before arriving at your house, you make a quick detour to dispose of the body. When you finally arrive home you quickly enter and make your way to your bedroom to dispose of your clothes and take a much needed shower

After you finish your shower you quickly change into new clothes and grab the old ones. You quickly go into your living room and start a fire in the fireplace

As the fire starts to grow you throw the clothes into the fire. Burning them was the easiest way to get rid of the blood stained clothes, no traces were left

In the Avengers Compound the team is stressing out due to the uprise of murders that have been going on for the past few months

The Avengers handling murder cases wasn't very common, the police handed the cases over to them due to them not being able to get any leads

The cases were getting worse every month, the only people who would be able to figure this out were the world's mightiest heroes

"Any lead where she could be?" Tony asked, clearly stressed out

The team has been tracking and trying to find where you are but they can't get any direct leads. The air is tense as they try to find a lead, tension fills everyone's body, especially Natasha and Wanda

When the pair figured out it was you behind all of the killings they didn't tell Fury. A divide was made in the team when they confessed to knowing it was you

The others wanted to tell the Director while Clint and Thor agreed with Natasha and Wanda on not telling him. Which is why the heroes are currently fighting with each other

"Nothing," Sam simply said while looking around the room. Steve abruptly got up from his chair

"No one can stop me from telling Fury. It's the right thing to do!" Steve said in a leader voice

"Don't you fucking dare, Steve!" Nat threatens while taking an intimidating step towards him

"Not even you babe, I'm sorry but we have to tell him," Steve said while trying to walk past her but Nat didn't let up and stopped him before he could

"No one will tell this to Fury," Nat exclaimed then that's the start of more chaos

Steve and Nat fall into a screaming match while the others have their own amongst each other. The screaming matches abruptly end when a hologram appears in the middle of the room. Everyone turns their gazes to see Fury standing with his hands behind his back

"Director Fury," Nat says while sending a respectful nod to him, causing everyone else to greet him

"Sorry to bother you all at this time but another victim has been found in the outskirts of the city," he simply states while keeping a stern look. The team all shake their heads as disappointment fills them

Natasha closes her eyes, she can't believe that this is happening, she can't and doesn't want to accept the truth that you're killing people for her, that your love is flooding over you to the point where you would actually kill just for her

She can't believe this because you're her best friend, the person who was always bubbly, cheerful, adorable and sweet

She can't accept that the Y/n she's always known is different now, a crazy person who would kill people just because of a feeling that's supposed to cause happiness in life, the feeling of love

She's so lost in her thoughts that her brain didn't even register that Tony and Steve were telling Fury about you being the murder

Natasha finally got out of her head when she saw Wanda's hands glowing red in her peripheral vision

"How long," Fury sternly asks, causing Nat to quickly sit beside Wanda and hold her hand to calm her down

"Since a few months ago," Bruce mutters while Nat continues to comfort Wanda until the red on her hands and eyes start to slowly fade

"And you just decided to tell me that Y/L/N is the person behind this" Fury sternly questions causing Nat to close her eyes and clenched her jaw, anger coursing through her body

She wants to save you because she knows that the Y/n she knows and loves is still there, Wanda wants to save you too, she believes what Natasha believes, they both have the same reasons and beliefs

They kept talking until the call ended, Wanda quickly pinned them down using her powers, excluding Nat, Clint and Thor

"What the fuck! why did you tell him," Wanda hissed, causing Nat to get in front of her and put her hand on her arm to calm her down

She could tell her powers were too powerful for the boys, their groaning and gasps of pain being enough to tell just how powerful Wanda's powers were

"He- he had the right- to know," Steve gasped out between painful winces, the statement only firing something inside Wanda causing her to hold them even tighter

"Hey, hey Wanda calm down," Nat cups her face, making Wanda's gaze turn to her

Once Wanda's eyes land on Natasha's, she smiles and sends a quick nod, then Wanda starts to slowly calm down causing her powers to fade away until she completely releases them

"We can't hide the fact that it's her forever" Bruce exclaimed while rubbing over the part of his body that Wanda's powers were on

A silence falls over the room as they take a few minutes to catch their breath, not wanting to fight anymore

"So now what?" Nat questions them, still angry. They look at each other having a silent conversation

After a few days of going over the cases, they finally come up with a plan which leads to now

The first part of the plan starts with Tony having one of his huge parties and Nat wearing a sexy revealing dress

Natasha quickly checks around the room to see everyone in position. Nat goes on the dance floor while Steve acts like he's busy with something else

Nat starts to dance while acting drunk causing a man named James to approach her and start to touch her

On the other side of the compound you're hiding with binoculars, you keep your gaze focused on Natasha. Anger starts to bubble in your stomach as you see someone all up on her again

As the scene continues to unfold, his hands continue to wander over her body causing your blood to boil, you quickly glance at Steve to see him busy doing something else

It goes on until the party starts to slowly die down, you keep an eye on the guy while keeping an eye on Natasha

Once you see that the guy is walking on the dark side of the compound you quickly go to him and knock him out, you pick him up and start to go to your car but before you get a chance to take another step the team corners you

The team's plan goes according to plan, James, the guy who was set to flirt and harass Natasha, is an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D (Clint's friend)

The plan was to let James act like an awful man who would harass Nat, the team would act like they don't know what is happening and when the party dies down James will be the last to go out. The team got in position and stood by the corner you were in and boom, they surrounded you

"Y/N" Natasha whispers

You look at the team and smirk, you drop James on the ground and chuckle, patting down your clothes to fix the wrinkles

"Long time no see guys" you enthusiastically exclaim with a grin on your face

"Y/N/N please, just stop this," Wanda whispers pleadingly, only loud enough for you to hear

You turn to her and smile sweetly, you take a step but Vision and Bucky stop you, Bucky points his gun and Vision puts his strong arm in front of you, you look at it and chuckle

"Don't you dare take another step," Tony hisses, pointing his repulser at you. You turn to him with innocent eyes

"Why Dad?" you question keeping an innocent look

"Am I in trouble? I didn't break one of your suits, nor interrupt you from your lab" you spit out the last part with a sweet voice

He shook his head at your antics, he loves you so much, he treated you like his own daughter. When you mentioned the last sentence, memories of when you were happy swarmed his mind

"Stop it" he bites out

"You're not her! I don't want to hurt anyone to get hurt, especially you but you're leaving us no choice here Y/N" Tony tries to bargain while looking at you again causing his eyes to fill with anger when he realizes you're not the same person anymore

"Awh, you're all so sweet," you sarcastically exclaim through gritted teeth with a smile on your face while your gaze is set on them

"Just surrender Y/N," Natasha says with a pleading tone and eyes

"You know that I love you so much Nat, I can give you the world, that's how much I love you! I'm willing to do everything for you but I'm so sorry my love, I love you Nat" you confess with a loving tone while staring into her eyes. As soon as she smiles and tries to take a step towards you, you drop the smile and look at her with an emotionless gaze. You wanted to fall into this, fall into her, but deep down you knew that it was a trap. You may be crazy for her love but you're not dumb, as soon as Natasha sees your change in emotion she frowns at you

"But you can't fool me" you lowly say, you then throw a gas bomb at your feet and as soon the gas spreads you quickly bring everyone down, some try to stop you but you dodge their moves

When the gas starts to fade you quickly run away from them. Bruce, Sam, Bucky and Vision groan and wince holding onto themselves due to you injuring them. Nat, Steve, Tony, Wanda, Clint and Thor weren't affected so they chased after you

As you're running Tony lands in front of you and tries to hit you with his repulser, you dodge it and with your skills you manage to take his mask and turn off his suit, as you're about to stab him in the thigh, Steve grabs you and throws you in a tree

You groan while standing up, Clint approaches you and tries to bring you down but you quickly slip him off of his feet and slice the side of his rib cage and stab him under his collar bone, seeing Clint on the ground, Steve and Tony try to bring you down

You fight with them, they are strong but you manage to get off of them and run again then Thor tries to hit you with his thunder but when he's busy summoning his power you throw two daggers at him and it lands on his right bicep and the side of his abdomen

Tony, Steve, and Wanda quickly approach you to try to end this. As Tony approached you, you noticed how he had his suit back on which didn't matter because you took it off of him and stabbed him in the hip and threw him into the tree

You're near your exit, but Steve stops you, you both exchange punches until Nat joins too. They try to bring you down but fail, you know them very well, reading what their next move would be was a big advantage for you

Steve gets a hold of you and Nat is gonna put you to sleep but you have other plans, you pout at her and laugh like a crazy person

"I love you Natasha but," as you trail off you use Steve as strength and kick Natasha to her face making her nose bleed and slam down on the ground

You jump Steve's back and quickly stab him on the back of his hip and tase him making him fall to the ground. Wanda quickly comes into your view, you look at her with a pout then smile, her eyes glow red while she starts to form an energy ball, you gasp at it like you're surprised at what she's doing

"You know my dear friend, you're late for the fight and now an energy ball, seriously?" You laugh at her actions causing her to look at you with anger in her eyes

"You leave me no choice Y/N, I don't want to do this but I have to" she continues to form the energy ball to throw it at you but stops when you state something that makes her question herself

"You have to because that's what they ordered you to do Wanda! Look at what happened to your dear brother, he died because you both followed Ultron, you both helped him take the whole city of Sokovia down, if you both didn't take orders, there would've been no war in Sokovia," you bitterly exclaim with a smile causing Wanda to get lost in her mind

"That's enough!" Natasha exclaims through gritted teeth

She then uses one of her widow bites on you causing you to fall to the ground. You quickly take it off and slowly stand up, you look at her with an emotionless expression

That's when Natasha realized that fighting with you will never change your mind but what she did next really shocked you

"Y/N, I'm not gonna fight you, okay," she said softly while taking off her widow bites and taking her guns and knives off of her body and resting them on the ground. She then stands up with hand in the air, showing you her surrender

"Let's talk, please," she says with a pleasing tone

"I'm not gonna fight you, I promise" You didn't buy it but you just look at her and she sends you a pleading nod

"Okay, it's fine if you keep your weapons, but please" she says while starting to take a step towards you causing your body to get into alert mode

Noticing this she stops to let you adjust to her, when she knows that you're okay she starts to walk towards you slowly again, you let her until she's in front of you. Tears fall down her eyes causing you to wipe them with your thumb, she then cups your face and sniffles while smiling at you

"Please stop this, this is madness, this is not the Y/n I know," she whispers, searching in your eyes for any sign of the Y/n she knows but she couldn't find the spark you used to hold in your eyes. She couldn't find you in them anymore

"I'm willing to do anything to protect you, those guys" you trail off trying to contain yourself

"They deserved to die" you whisper lowly and your eyes turn soft

Nat smiles as she notices the shift in your expression, hoping that the 1% of her Y/n will be enough to get through to you, she'll take that small chance to bring you back

"I know but you don't have to do that" she caresses your cheeks with her thumb and smiles at you

"You're a hero Y/n, you're not the Villain. You do good things for people, you don't go around killing people like that" she whispers softly and puts her forehead on yours, you close your eyes and feel the connection, you even drop the knife you held in your hand

"I'm just doing what I know is right" you whisper while looking at her eyes. You're so lost in the moment that you crash your lips on hers

Shock runs through Natasha's body while anger starts to bubble in her chest, unable to contain herself she harshly pushes you off

Guilt starts to cloud her brain as she starts to feel like she cheated on Steve which causes her to get more angry

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!" she shouts while wiping her lips. Her lashing out causes you to go back to your crazy side, you chuckle and shrug your shoulders

"I just kissed you my love-" Before you could finish your sentence she cuts you off

"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT! I'M NOT YOUR LOVER AND WILL NEVER BE! YOU'RE A FUCKING KILLER!" As she shouts in your face, no emotion is seen on yours which causes Natasha to get even more angry

"YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT'S BEST FOR ME?!" she questions

"YOU KILL EVERY MAN WHO LAY THEIR HANDS ON ME BUT YOU KNOW WHO YOU NEED TO KILL NEXT?!" she bitterly questions, completely losing her composure. You keep your silence causing Nat to go on

"YOUR FUCKING SELF! YOU'RE A FUCKING KILLER!, YOU THINK THEY ARE DANGEROUS FOR ME?! WHAT IF I GOT WITH YOU?!" she exclaims with venom filled in her tone

"I WOULD CHOOSE TO BE WITH ANY OF THOSE MEN OVER YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE THE MOST DANGEROUS PERSON!" she shouts pointing her finger in your chest aggressively causing Wanda to snap out of her thoughts and watch what was going on

"YOU'RE A CRAZY, DANGEROUS, KILLER. THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT YOU IN IT!" she exclaims again, finally taking a deep breath to gather herself

"Stop following me, killing for me and most importantly stop loving me because I will never love you the way you want me to" she hisses out bitterly

You stand there, taking everything she said in, Wanda just stands there gulping at what Natasha said, she doesn't want to get in between this so she chooses to stay out of it

"Is that really what you want?" you ask with an emotionless tone

She looks at you with confusion, but nods frantically and Wanda bites her lips alternating her gaze between the both of you

"Yes! Yes that's what I want" she said still angry causing you to simply nod at her

"Okay" you simply state and then throw a small chip at Wanda causing her to fall to the ground and tase Natasha in the neck making her go weak

"But I will never surrender myself to you" you simply state, you run off until you approach your emergency vehicle, it was a black 2020 BMW R1250 RS

Once you get in the vehicle you quickly drive off, away from them and make sure that no one's following you. Once you confirm you're not being followed you speed off to your house

It's been a week now and the team stressed at first that you got away but it was a relief when no new victims were found, it makes them think that you stop but they are still trying to find you

They want to see and talk to you in a good way, not like your last encounter, they keep looking for you

But Natasha is so bother at where you at and the package you send to her the night after the fight, it was a small box with full of the flower of a cherry blossom tree and a note, she don't want to open it so she don't know what it is but she always keep it on her pocket

Then Wanda is so lost in her head, after the fight she feels something wasn't right after that she feels all of your connection to her is gone, and it makes her worried and drives her crazy, she just wishes that you're ok

"Finally!" Tony shouts and writes down the address of your house, everyone goes to him

"What? What is it?" Natasha asked frantically and Steve rubbed her arm

"I finally found her" Tony said and gave the address to them, Natasha quickly read it out loud

"What are we waiting for? let's go!" Wanda quickly said, getting anxious at what will happen next, she doesn't have a good feeling, she tried to connect to you for weeks now but she just can't, it's like you just vanished

"Ok let's go" They all said and quickly got to their cars, Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Vision are in one car then Bucky, Sam, Thor, Clint and Bruce are in the other car together and well, Tony is in his sports car alone

They speed off in your location, the others are happy that they will finally find where you are but not Wanda, she truly feels something is wrong, and she can't lose you cause you're the only one who's left of her family, she see you as a sister

Once they got in the house, it was quiet, the house was silent and like it's no life, it's not lively, the plants are already dead, dried leaves are scattered around the house, it's like someone abandoned it

"Ok, let's go" Bucky said, scanning the house

They nod and go to your front door, they knock but no one's opening the door nor no sounds inside the house, they look at each other worried

"Let's just go in" Sam suggests and Steve nods since he's in the front and he opens it

They frown at the door isn't lock, they got in and the scan the house, the house is neat, no object are out of place, the house looks like your style so they know it's yours, but it have dust that confused them cause you're the person who's organized and clean, who leaves no sign of trash nor a single dust in your place

"Ok scattered around" Nat said and they nod, Nat and Wanda go up with Bucky and Vision and they divide into two so Wanda and Nat wonder at the right side

They see nothing, so the guys go up and meet Bucky and Vision so they go to Wanda and Nat, then they hear a loud thud and scream of Wanda, they quickly run to where the sound is, clearly worried, and they burst into your room

They see Natasha and Wanda are on the floor, frozen while looking up, Wanda is screaming and trying to get out of Natasha's embrace while Natasha holds Wanda tightly

The woman was both crying, while Wanda screamed, agonizing that everybody's heart broke. Once the guys saw what it was, they were shocked

Steve, Bucky, Bruce and Sam shook their heads while tears ran down to their cheeks, their eyes glued to what was in front of them, crying specially Tony, his heart wreck

"NO NO NO NOOOOOOOO!" Thor shouts and the cloud turns to dark gray and thunder are everywhere, starting a thunderstorm

They see you, see you hanging in the ceiling, blood is already dried in your body and on the floor, that night until the other day, all is in your head is what Natasha said and what she wants

You didn't refer at what the last thing she said, your asking if she truly want for you to kill yourself, so when you confirm it, you think of it over night until you hang a rope in the ceiling of your bedroom and hang yourself there but not before torturing yourself too like you did to the others

"NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Wanda screams and gives up, leaning on Natasha and crying on her arm

Natasha acts strong but deep inside her, she's so broken, she picks Wanda up and goes out of the house to their car and they cry there but Natasha tries to comfort her, cause she knows how you meant to her

While the two women crying in the car, Steve and Bucky bring your body down, then they bring you to the compound and clean you up, only a woman who's not related to you cleans you up cause Nat or Wanda can't look at you

They mourn for you that day until you're already clean. They go to you and look at you, when they see you they finally see your innocent face

Memories flashing back to their head and tears falling, all the happy memories are coming back to their head, and it breaks their heart to see you like this, that you took your own life

Once they are around you they take the white fabric covering your body and you're wearing a white sando and shorts

That's when they saw the carved words, it was all over your body, they gasped at it, Natasha's world crashed when she saw it

'Killer' 'Crazy' 'Dangerous' are carved in you, all over your body, from head to toe

The night of your fight flash back on Natasha's head, when she lashed out at you and what she said, she gasped at it and just got out there

She can't handle it all, it's so overwhelming for her, so she got on her motorbike and went to one place you both love, it was a special place cause that's where you both always spend your free time and make happy memories

She goes to the mountain where you can see the city, you both even build a little tree house there and plant flowers there

Once she got there she got to the edge and sat there, that's where you both sit, but today she sat at your side, at the right one

She sobs there, she lets her emotion out there and holds her chest at how painful it is. The memory of her telling you what you are and what you should do that night is repeating in her head like her favorite movie that she didn't get tired watching

She keeps crying there, she take all of her emotion out there, she even throw a rocks and scream at the top of her long until her body collapsed on the ground, she sob there pouring all of her emotions that she never let anyone see it and let them to know it excluding you, your the only person she can be who she is and show every part of her

Until she brings out the note you sent to her, out in her pocket then she slowly opens it with her shaky hands and reads what you wrote

She thinks that she can't cry anymore, she thinks that all of her tears are all pour out but once she read what you wrote she sobs at it and more tears come out, while clinging the note to her chest with a shattered heart

I'll always do what you wantYour wish is my commandBye. Natalia

She cries there, she cries her eyes out, her heart sting more at the use of her birth name, you never used it before, it has always been Nat, Natty, Tasha or other pet names she loves but this? This broke her heart more than before, this is the first time she cried like this, like the half of her life ripped out of her, like someone took that away from her, when you took your own life, you bring the half of Natasha with you

You're her best friend, her buddy, her partner of crime, you show her love, you're the one who make her believe that she's not just capable but she also allowed to love someone, your the one who show her that love isn't just for children, Natasha's life is full of darkness, traumas and bad thing that hunt her but when she see you, when you come to her life, your the highlight of her life

You take all her worries away, because of you, her past never hunted her, she feels like all her life are all happy, you're the most important person in the world to Natasha, she will do anything to protect you cause you saved her, you saved her in any possible way

But she failed to protect you, even worse she's the reason why you took your own life, she killed you, and now this will forever haunt her until she dies

"I'm-I'm so........sorry bub, I'm so sorry I didn't protect you!" she whispered crying

She screamed at the top of her lungs, it was so agonizing, that if anyone will heard her will break

Your death will hunt her every night, every hours, minutes and seconds, she will never forget this day

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xhoneygirlxx · 1 year ago

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my salvation

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: when it all becomes too much, you go to one person.

warnings: established relationship, mentions of mental health issues, depression/anxiety, panic attack. pronouns not used, Eddie calls reader pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.). modern au!, current technology and movies mentioned. bad writing and not proofread, if there are any grammar mistakes pretend like it's not there. pictures used do not describe reader in anyway, only used for aesthetic purposes. 18+ Minors please go away :)

a/n: as someone who deals with panic attacks, sometimes all i want is for someone to just hold me. there's moments where i don't want any questions asked because i can become embarrassed very easily which makes it worse. if any of you guys are dealing with mental health issues, just know that you are loved, and my page is always a safe place <3

The room is shrouded in darkness, the only light is the yellow shine of the streetlamp outside your room. When you got home from work, you told Eddie that you needed to lay down, physically drained from the week you had just had. Your boyfriend being the angel he is, helped you into the bed and placed a wet kiss on your head, telling you if you needed anything just to call for him and he'd be there.

Work had been a nightmare recently, your whole department swamped with ten times the work you're used to due to an overflow of paperwork. Your boss, Doug, had been an asshole to you in particular, even though you weren't even the head of your team. It didn't matter because he made it a point to single you out, ride your ass all week, and when all was said and done he never thanked you for all the late shifts you pulled to get it all back together.

The whole way home all you could think about was your bed, curling up under the blankets, and just turning the whole world off. It was Friday night and rather than spend time with your boyfriend that you hadn't seen all week because of conflicting working schedules, you were laying in bed too exhausted to do anything else.

However you couldn't sleep, your eyes screaming to rest, yet your mind couldn't shut off. There was something happening, swarm of emotions starting in your mind, and you were trying everything to keep out of the eye of the storm.

As you stare up at the dark ceiling you could feel the burn behind your eyes, crawling it's way out to be released. Your body was sinking further and further into the bed like a cement block. The tingle of your fingers had alerted you, setting off the bells and whistles in your head.

The room that you were once in is now gone, replaced by grey skies and dark water. The waves are choppy, quick, and strong, pushing you around like a ragdoll being chewed on by a dog. Kicking your legs and pushing your arms, you try to stay afloat.

The pounding of your heart is loud, beating deafeningly in your ears like a kick drum. It's constant, it's overwhelming, and you can't control it. Your mouth won't open, refusing to cooperate like you swallowed a bunch of super glue, trapping it shut.

While you're trying to save yourself from the dark abyss you were heading into, you couldn't feel your legs anymore, like you were paralyzed by impending doom.

Here in the dark bedroom that you and your boyfriend share, you lay motionless, tears rolling down the side of your cheeks onto the pillow under your head. Your chest is moving rapidly up and down, trying to find the air that it desperately needs.

You're trying everything that you learned in your years of therapy, repeating all the street names of your childhood neighborhood, counting Mississippi's, naming every thing you see, touch, hear. Every tool, every lesson that you were taught, and nothing is working. The life preservers and rafts aren't helping you survive these tsunami like waves.

You can't do this on your own, fight this battle without any teammates. You know the minute you try to stand your legs will give out on you, so there's only one thing you can do. Reaching your hand to the nightstand next to the bed, you pat your hand around trying your last weapon.

When you feel your phone in the palm of your hand, you move it quickly to your face. The words on the bright screen are hard to see with the way your neck is craned and the tears that are blurring your vision.

With whatever strength you have, you text Eddie, praying to the gods above that he can hear his phone over his video game. Without trying to alert him, you simply tell him that you need him to come to you.

You can hear him, laughing and joking with his friends on his headset. The voice of the only person who can save you from drowning is right behind that door, yet he feels so far away.

Shutting your phone off and throwing it somewhere on the bed, you continue to sit there in the darkness, tied down by the invisible chains your mind has wrapped around you.

No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to get the oxygen to your lungs. The pounding of your heart is growing louder, the waves are getting stronger and stronger, pulling you completely under.

What you don't realize is that your salvation is right there, reaching his hand out and pulling you up from the angry sea.

Through the crashing sounds of the water you hear him, his voice brings you back to safety. When you open your eyes he's there, hovering over you, calling out to you like an angel at the pearly white gates.

"Baby," the mattress dips down beside you where he's sat, "Baby, hey, what's wrong?"

Blinking away the salty water from your eyes, you can see Eddie. His eyebrows scrunched up in worry, mouth pulled down with a frown. Because of the bright lamp he must've turned on, you can see his eyes, big chocolate pools swarming with concern, flickering back and forth trying to study your face.

The minute you register what's happening it all comes crashing down, the fear, the sadness, the worry. Your mouth that was once locked shut, has finally freed itself from it restraints. No words come out, only the loud sobbing that was trapped in your throat.

You can hear the shuffling from your boyfriend, the pressure of his full body weight next to you. He doesn't hesitate to hold you, engulfing you into a bear hug. You wish that you could feel your limbs, that the fuzziness that pulses through them would go away, so you could feel his touch.

Your whole body is shaking, releasing all the emotion that was trapped inside. The sound of your pounding heart is now replaced with your wailing that vibrates off of Eddie's chest. The cotton of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot, and you know that when you pull away you won't look pretty but you can't care, not when your lungs are burning with the sea water you swallowed while drowning.

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you." Eddie's voice rattles through his chest, right where your head lays. He repeats this mantra over and over again to you, like a prayer.

"I'm s-so sorry, Eddie. I'm so s-sorry." You don't know why you're apologizing and he doesn't question it, only rubbing his hand back and forth on the middle of your back.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. P-please don't leave, leave me." The sentence is hiccupped through your crying. There's nothing for you to be sorry for, no reason for him to get up and leave you, but you can't help but repeat it over and over again.

Maybe you're apologizing because you hadn't seen him all week. Maybe you're sorry for interrupting his game session with the boys. Maybe you're apologizing to Doug for not being on top of your game at work. Maybe you're apologizing to the barista that made your drink wrong and having her remake it. Maybe you're sorry to yourself for putting up with every single thing and not sticking up for yourself. Maybe you're sorry for putting your body through torture everyday, not giving it the proper care and fuel that it needs to survive.

Every single little thing that's been bothering you is coming out now, the evidence on your boyfriends beloved Metallica shirt. You can feel your body deflate, like a balloon that's seeping out helium.

"Honey, I need you to take one deep breath for me. All I want is one big one, okay? Can you do that for me, love?" Eddie's tone is gentle even though he's demanding something you're not sure you can do.

With whatever strength you have in your body, you nod. With a whispered okay, he instructs you to follow him. His chest expands and then shrinks back down, your head moving with it. On autopilot you follow him, doing exactly what he did.

"There you go, baby. You're doin' such a good job for me."

The thing you once craved is now back within your body, your chest lighter than before. The muscles in your throat aren't tight anymore, allowing airflow back through. In that moment, Eddie's words and comfort is what brings you back down to your body. You can feel the warmth of his touch, his curls tickling your cheek.

Your teeth pulse with a heartbeat and your lips feel like your leg after you sat on it for too long. Everything is coming back to you now and you aren't scared anymore.

The cries that once ricocheted off the walls are now gone, the only thing that's heard is your breathing and small hiccups in between. There isn't a word spoken, not a question asked, just quietness. You push your face a little further into Eddie's chest, seeking refuge in the thing that just pulled you out from your demise.

After what feels like forever, Eddie finally breaks the comfortable silence. "You feelin' okay?" You don't respond verbally, rather nodding your head in response.

He hums, kissing the top of your head so lightly you almost miss it. He sits with you for a little bit longer before urging you up from your spot of comfort. Guiding you to the bathroom, he takes a cold wash cloth to your face, wiping away the stickiness of your tears and the mess of your snot with a light hand.

When you're all clean and your nose is blown, you follow him into the living room, where he sits you down. Turning off his game, he switched the tv to Disney plus to put on your comfort movie. Without another word, he moves into the kitchen where he opens and closes cabinets and the fridge.

Returning to the living room, he takes a seat right next to you, placing a plate with a sandwich on your legs. A cold bottle of water sits in his hand, you watch ringed fingers twist the cap off. Gently, Eddie puts his hands under your chin and lift the bottle to your lips, where you happily accept the cold water.

You eat your pb&j while watching Toy Story, taking a ragged breath every once and a while. When the sandwich is eaten, Eddie takes your plate and places it on the coffee table, and then hands you your water to take another sip.

Wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into the side of his body, gripping onto you like his life depended on it. You don't mind it either, sinking into him with ease.

"My lovebug, so strong and brave. I'm proud of you." His hand pets the top of your head, pushing any loose hair out of your face.

Everything is right again, falling into place where it should be. Not everything is going to be like this, you remind yourself, nothing is ever bad when you have the love of your life sitting next to you. His scent calming you, the beat of his heart music to your ears, the heat of his skin comforting you.

thank you all for reading! love you all :)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things #modern!eddie x reader

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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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Fandom: Batman Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Explicit Words: 13k+ (kind of)

Mr. Drake has asked Jason to meet him after class.

This fic has two endings; chapter 1 is a reading guide, while chapters 2 and 3 have the fic + ending a & b. I started writing this part of the way through devil in a dress (god you're so shameless) and meant for it to be fairly short... Um. I think at this point I should just stop trying to write short things :P

Preview under the cut! I hope you enjoy :)

Jason smooths sweaty palms over his skirt, spreading the pleats over his thighs. Butterflies swarm in his stomach. His gaze darts, briefly, to the clock. Five minutes. It feels like he’s been waiting for ages.

Finally, the door swings open.

Jason flinches, but quickly composes himself as Mr. Drake steps out. The butterflies grow even more restless at the sight of him. He’s so handsome, with his long hair half up, a few strands escaping to frame his face. Well-dressed, too, in a button up and vest, and well-fitted slacks. It’s always so hard to focus in his class—though somehow, Jason has managed to maintain an A anyway.

Although…

Maybe he hasn’t, since he’s been asked to meet him after school today.

His expression is stern, but not cruel, when he says— “Jason?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Drake?” Jason says, cursing internally at the way his voice betrays him.

“Come in, please.” Mr. Drake holds the door open wider.

Jason’s heart batters at his breast. He has to force his feet to move, carrying him from the hall to Mr. Drake’s office. The door shuts behind him; the click of the latch echoing between Jason’s ears.

He barely keeps from jumping when Mr. Drake’s hand ghosts over the space between his shoulder blades. It doesn’t matter that he’s wearing both a blazer and a shirt, or that Mr. Drake’s hand seems to almost hover rather than touch—the contact is searing.

“Have a seat,” Mr. Drake says quietly, directing Jason to a chair situated across from his desk.

Jason sits, ankles crossed and hands folded in his lap.

Mr. Drake walks around his desk, sitting behind it. He laces his fingers and rests them atop his desk calendar. “Do you know why I’ve asked to see you, Jason?”

“N-no, sir.” His heart beats a little louder. He chews his lip without really meaning to, part of him wishing Mr. Drake couldn’t see him so he could chew on a knuckle or his tie instead.

Jason does his best to be a good student. He never, ever misses his assignments, or forgets to turn in his homework. He studies every day, answers questions in class, volunteers to help whenever he can. He’s polite to his teachers, even the ones he privately thinks are assholes. It’s exhausting, sometimes, and he knows what the other students think of him… but, he already has enough working against him. He doesn’t want to make it worse.

Mr. Drake hums, and Jason tenses.

He’s Jason’s favorite teacher this year, and his second favorite… ever. He’s—he’s so passionate about his subject. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the way he speaks, swept up by the light in his eyes and the clear zeal in his voice. Jason has learned so much from him, even despite the way he gets lost daydreaming, sometimes.

But—even more importantly—he’s kind. He cares about his students, even the ones most people are happy to let fall through the cracks. Gotham, or the education system in general, hasn’t chewed him up and spit him out yet.

Jason doesn’t want to disappoint him. But—the sound of his hum… He feels like he’s messed up already. He fiddles with the bottom of his blazer.

#jaytim #timjay #batcest #tauriawritesfanfic #tauriawritessmut

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 19: The Confrontation Part 1: Out of the Frying Pan Sunny-Side Up

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[NOTE: This is not a new release, just a port of the chapter that was already published on Ao3.]

...You go up to your friend, you tell him, "Did you know you're an amnesiac?" and then when he says, "No I'm not," you say, "Tell me the name of your arch-nemesis," and he says, "What arch nemesis?" What do you do then? But he might not say that. It might be more in-character of him to say, "I don't remember. Wait a minute, why can't I remember?" at which point you're better off than with the "What arch nemesis?" answer but you still have that question to answer. And you don't have an answer. Come to think of it, he isn't very in-character right now...

These thoughts and more swarmed Sarah like flies to honey as she made her way back to Rob.

It was as if he had been replaced with an entirely new person and, with Sarah's usual improvisation limited by her anxious emotional state, her second-best method of conversation wrangling- meticulous planning- seemed both entirely necessary and entirely out of reach. Rob wasn't unpredictable, but right now Rob wasn't Rob.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked herself. A good opener. Maybe a different tone would be better. "Heyy," she said, picturing finger guns, "how ya feelin'?" More energetic? "Hey! How are you feeling?!" No, too energetic. "Hey... how are you feeling, babe?" NO WAY. She practiced a dozen alternative deliveries, all woefully insufficient. "Heyhowdoyoufeel?" "Hey? How are you, like, feeling?" "Hey hey. How how do do you-"

"I'm doing fine," came Rob's voice from just ahead as he stepped out from behind a tree.

"AH! You heard..."

"Was I not supposed to? Weren't you talking to me?"

"I was. Well, I was practicing talking to you. Because I have something very important to talk to you about, actually."

"Important?" He cocked his head. "Is this about the humanizer machine? You can use my suit if you'd like. I feel kind of bad for snubbing you. Makes me feel a little evil." He held his stomach and Sarah tried to pretend that was the worst thing she had ever seen him do.

"Nooo, um, not that."

"Let's head back to camp and you can tell me about it, then!"

Rob yanked something off the tree and displayed several clusters of those edible white mushrooms to Sarah, who nodded politely despite not being at all hungry. That was another oddity: Rob had to be coerced into eating those mushrooms every single time, even after eating them dozens of times without issue. Here he was smiling about picking them. Wasn't that better? Better than the needless anxiety over eating something safe? Wasn't this-

Rob wasn't Rob. Rob wasn't Rob. It didn't matter what was better or worse. Getting him back to normal was her moral obligation. Unless her moral obligation was actually to keep Rob from becoming a worse (read: more 'him') version of himself, in which case maybe it would be better just make up a lie... darn it, he was looking at the tapes!

"What are those? Is that a treasure chest?" His eyes shimmered as he darted up and looked it over. Sarah gave a nervous little laugh in response.

"It's-"

"Did you dig it up? This could be something plot-relevant, as weird as that sounds. Any markings? Do you have a fingerprinting kit? No, sorry, dumb question."

"I-"

"Am I interrupting? So sorry, continue."

She let out a long laugh devoid of any humor, curling her mouth into a grotesque grimace as if she was about to start crying. "Have you noticed you're an amnesiac?" she asked. There was no shock. There was no follow-up question. Rob put a hand to his chin, closed his eyes- the left one closed first- and then opened them up again- the right one opened first. "I guess I am. Huh," he said. "what does that have to do with the tapes?" Sarah's jaw dropped. The last vestiges of her smile hung on for a second after it happened. "They're supposed to be the cure. The van guy was all cryptic- I know he usually is, but he was extra cryptic this time- and he said-"

"Wait, wait, wait," replied Rob. "give me a second to think about all of this. You realize how sudden you're being, right?"

"I think that's justified-"

"I'm not asking for long. Say, half an hour? An hour? An hour. Give me an hour to think about it. Sarah, please."

The sad look on his face stirred up an internal conflict, the 'give an impassioned speech' side and the 'nod your head and choke out a one-word reply, then sulk away' side jabbing each other left and right in the boxing ring of Sarah's heart. The latter knocked the former to the ground. 10, 9, went the referee in her vision, who, like the combatants, resembled Sarah but with a black-and-white striped hat. 8, 7, 6- the time to change your decision before you look like an idiot standing there and staring is running out- 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! "Okay," she choked out with a tiny nod. Then, without even waiting for Rob's reaction, she turned and did what was supposed to be a sulk but ended up as more of a heartbroken speedwalk. If Rob was watching her leave, she didn't want to know it. Her emotions brought her back to the art clearing and the stick sketches that had been, at this point, almost entirely wiped out by the elements. She didn't quite have it in her to make some more, especially once she noticed a trail of deer hoofprints cutting through one of them, followed by a larger trail of footprints that probably belonged to a bear... or, no, they weren't the right shape for a bear, more like some sort of giant reptile. It wasn't a comforting thing to have in her field of vision. She turned to the possibilities she could see for the future at the moment. Maybe Rob would get his memories back and then Sarah would lose hers and then he'd have to save her, and it could be a moment of emotional bonding? If that happened, she could totally call it now, but that'd be an awkward conversation Rob would have to have with her amnesiac future self. Then again, there were things she didn't want to forget. Maybe she shouldn't fantasize about a situation like that, if this was even fantasizing and not just playing with ideas like a nervous wreck. Thinking about the future was doing her no favors, so she tried the present. The present was full of anxiety and an invisible countdown timer ticking towards the awkward conclusion to an even more awkward conversation. That was no good either. She tried the past. Rob had been Rob up until he wasn't. When was the cutoff point? He had been out of it for days, but at some point he had gone from that to an amnesiac. That wasn't a normal thing that could just happen. Right? It wasn't like it could've just cropped up for no reason, so what could have been the inciting incident? One major thing stood out that she found herself rapidly being forced to acknowledge- she had goaded her sleep-deprived friend into harboring a psychotic demon in his head for the sake of asking said demon some questions, which, looking back on it, was really not an easy thing to justify. None this felt real. None of it had ever felt real, not since day one, not even since the apocalypse back in Elmore. There were never any consequences for her until now. She had been treating this like yet another story that could be deconstructed, predicted, and resolved like a work of fiction, but it wasn't fiction, was it? She wasn't fiction, even if this place was. And now she was gonna have to cross her fingers and use this miracle solution and hope it would work out perfectly. Things always seemed to work out simply, but eventually that kind of luck had to run out- if this was real life. And even if not now, she was stranded, and eventually something just had to come along that would leave her and Rob hopeless.

Wow, she thought, None of that sounded like me.

She went over the facts. Name? Sarah G. Lato. The G stood for... well, she never asked her parents when they were around, but maybe that was for the best since it imbued every day with a sense of mystery. Age? 12, ish. Her role? The insanely obsessive one. It had been foisted upon her, but, if she was being real, she enjoyed the privileges that kind of thing endowed her, and it was nice to know she was guaranteed a place in the lives of her long-term crush(es)... well, that guarantee had run its course, what with being stuck in another dimension and all. Did they even still remember her? She really hoped so, but thinking logically about it made her nervous because it cut into that hope.

So she definitely wasn't an amnesiac. That was good.

Silly Sarah could wait. Serious Sarah was here now, and Serious Sarah would, first, get Rob's memories back, and then she would get a watch because waiting for an hour was hard when you didn't have a good internal clock, and then she and Rob would make a game plan, and then she could let her guard down again.

With that, she got up and headed back to camp, tapes in tow. The clearing was quiet. The fire had been out for a while now and the coals were cold. She looked over at the TV... and the DVD player, with the disc still in it. Wait a minute. How the heck was she supposed to play VHS tapes with a DVD player?

"Bad news, Rob. We might have to go steal a..." The clearing was quiet, the coals were cold. Rob was nowhere to be found. Sarah kept her cool all the way to the waterfall, where pink mushrooms had erupted all over the ground and sprouted from the rocks, but he wasn't here, either. She called his name a couple of times, and, for good measure, called out a few other one-syllable names that also began with "R". No answer. A wolf howled somewhere far away. The wind chill spiked, or maybe it was just her spine. As she stepped back into the desolate camp, her eyes fell on a set of footprints she hadn't noticed earlier. They were new and they bore the sneaker prints of the human suit's built-in shoes rather than the rectangular prints Rob normally left behind. Part of Sarah's mind told her that if she followed them she'd find a cave with a very full bear in it, but she nonetheless had to know for sure, and so she followed the prints, first to the edge of the woods and then past the edge of the woods, unknowingly retracing a path Rob had taken once before- albeit when he wasn't solid enough to have left any trace behind. Rob had walked with purpose and precision for a good while along the border between the forest and the town and had then turned straight out into the open at a right angle. She was so engrossed in following the trail at her feet that she didn't know where she was until she looked up, at which point her eyes widened and a million new questions and worries assaulted her.

This was it, the turning point. She had him cornered. But why had he come here, of all places? What had he been thinking about, and in what world would coming here help him think about it? Moreover, how was she gonna get him back without exposing herself? There was nowhere to hide for several yards. She'd have to make a mad dash for it. Then again, she could just wait for him to come out, then again, there was that time limit that would make the suit permanent, then again, if Rob didn't remember his past, would it really matter to him if he looked like a human forever? Then again, some deep part of her heart reminded her, Rob wasn't Rob. With a burst of courage that only a situation like the potential ego death of her friend slash frenemy slash possible found family could provide, she left her position behind one of the evergreen and hightailed it for the front door of the Mystery Shack.

#the amazing world of gumball #sarah g lato #tawog #gravity falls #crossover #fanfic #fanfiction #postfallfallsfalsestarts #postfallofit

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killinggamebusters · 11 months ago

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Alright the humors worn out and now I'm gonna roast this anon entire manifesto before blocking them, TW under cut for lots of nastiness and mentions of torture and death threats and abuse, I shouldn't even give them this honor but honestly I want to be able to roast them forever and have something to point back too and also with my memory I'd start to question if this even happened and that's no fun!

"If you fully admitted that you ship abuse as a coping mechanism and DIDN'T glorify Ouma, didn't reblog shit about how "actually he and Gonta were totally good friends, even though Kokichi constantly abused him, drove him to despair and savored every moment of his execution". Kokichi is a subhuman monster and the only person in all fiction that ACTUALLY DESERVES to suffer through Gold Experience Requiem's infinite death loop. You are a disgusting piece of human garbage that fully deserves to die"

Incredibly funny of you to fucking put a jojo reference in you saying about how awful kokichi is, Dio is worse, I am shipping you with the anon who won't stop calling Kaito a rapist on one of my other blogs. Anyways he's a kiddo in a killing game with a murder total of like 2, he did bad things but, like, saying he's the worst character in all of fiction when making a jojo reference is fucking wild, Dio is right there!! Literally kicking dogs!!!!! Kokichi doesn't kick dogs and is thus an inherently better person

"Have you ever heard of a torture called scaphism? Here's the lovely description: "The king decreed that Mithridates should be put to death in boats; which execution is after the following manner: Taking two boats framed exactly to fit and answer each other, they lie down in one of them the malefactor that suffers, upon his back; then, covering it with the other, and so setting them together that the head, hands, and feet of him are left outside, and the rest of his body lies shut up within, they"

Wow you are so bad at actually explaining things within an ask, you could have summed this up in like 15 words, "its where they shut everything but your hands head and feet in a boat" get to the fucking POINT

"hey find his flesh devoured, and swarms of such noisome creatures preying upon and, as it were, growing to his inwards. In this way Mithridates, after suffering for seventeen days, at last expired." This is what you deserve. "Shou Tucker is totes a good father to Nina that loves her so so much and he TOTALLY HAD to turn her into a chimera because he had no other option" that's what you sound like. Kokichi is a worse person than fucking Junko, because at least Junko forced her classmates and"

God you took so many words to say "you should be eaten and suffer for 17 days" who caressss about the history oh my god im bored to TEARS. Also at least Kokichi's plan worked, Shou Tucker is the shittiest alchemist in the series. I'm also not even sure if this method would work, i would simple manage to get loose, i am built different mithridates.

What did this dude even do im curious now, PFF LOOKING IT UP YOU DIDN'T EVEN GET THE DETAILS RIGHT BITCH WHERE'S MY HONEY AND MILK, ITS NOT EVEN A REAL BOAT IT'S HOLLOW LOGS, there's no even real proof this torture even existed god you're bad at this you might as well shut me in an iron maiden , also the guy killed a guy i guess, I don't actually care, but anyway you wouldn't even do it right I'd be fine

"sister into a killing game BECAUSE SHE GENUINELY LOVED THEM and killing them and making them suffer was a way to bring herself as much despair as possible. Kokichi, however, is just a sadist that enjoys everyone's suffering and doesn't even feel despair when others die. Everything he does is for his own amusement, not for ANY altruistic motive. He PURPOSELY drove Gonta to despair just to see him suffer. He made him kill Miu just so he would see Gonta's despair when he's exposed and executed for"

Did she end the world because she loved them? did she have her sister murder an entire middle school out of love? Did she pluck a guys eye out of love and make him eat it out of love? Did she have the entire student council massacred out of love? Junko deserves better don't drag her into this, she wants to be seen as evil and despairing stop woobifying her it's hurting her. Kokichi's motive was survival, and even if you disagree with that, he says multiple times and in his final words how he was lying to himself to survive. However, even if that WASNT TRUE or it was ALL A LIE his death count is once again two whole people, Maki got two people killed out of sadism as well but I don't see you yelling about her. Even if he was the most evil person ever, he again, only got TWO PEOPLE KILLED, that's NOTHING. Even if he was a sadist who only wanted to torment and hurt people, he ain't the mastermind, and he didn't get to actually do a lot of tormenting. Everything you are saying about Kokichi, is just Junko, and you seem to love her. Hypocrite.

"for killing her. He ENJOYED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT of Gonta's suffering and anguish. Kokichi's crying for Gonta was so obviously fake it is sickening. And don't mention the DRS. They flattened Genocide Jack and Tenko's characters into "bYaKuYa!!!111" and "fUk MaLeS!!!!111" and portrayed Junko, Monaca and Kokichi as almost normal people and not the monsters they actually are in canon. So don't even talk to me like this somehow proves that Kokichi would be friends with Gonta outside the killing game."

Buddy who even brought up Danganronpa S? Wasn't me, they don't even have many interactions in DRS, everything I'm talking about here is straight from the base game don't worry. Also Monaca is like 10. You have got to get better at formatting this it's so hard to follow. Even if Kokichi enjoyed all that suffering, Mikan is right there, having her kills actually be about despair, and yet you only focus on Kokichi like this is a unique sin, curious.

"You deserve to rot in the garbage, eaten by maggots. You don't deserve to be treated as a human being, to have human rights. You are a piece of garbage. You deserve to have your bones shattered and left to rot in a garbage container.You are an abuse apologist and a victim blamer.Kokichi just used Gonta as a tool because Gonta's nonexistent social skills, his low self esteem and desire to do ANYTHING to be useful, to finally be able to help his friends made him a perfect target for Kokichi."

I am at MOST an abuse apologist by your logic as I have never once said Gonta deserved to die, just that Gonta made his choice and even afterwards of getting caught he didn't regret it. It's not abuse though, it never was abuse, abuse is a PATTERN of behavior, one incident, two if you count the meet and greet, is not enough to set that pattern in stone. Especially when Gonta already got his revenge for the meet and greet.

While Gonta was the perfect target, it's not abuse, that's not what abuse is. Kokichi flashed Gonta with the light and told him his plan, while he definitely was manipulative, that's not abuse. You're just spouting buzzwords at this point. Also incredibly funny to call ME the abuse apologists when YOU'RE sending me graphic death threats, like buddy, I don't know how to tell you that you're the aggressor here

Kokichi never cared about Gonta.You deserve to die a slow, agonizing death by getting your guts pulled out. Everyone would be happy if you died. Everyone. Your father, your mother, your siblings, you are just a burden for them. They would be really happy if you died.

HA that's so fucking weak, you don't know me or my situation, you don't know my friends. Sorry you have friends who would disown you for shipping something they don't like, my friends enable and care about me. While my parents are incredibly patient and kind with me. Getting my guts pulled out is kinda erotic though can you do it tenderly for me? I mean not like I'd ask you, I know exactly which friend I'd go to if I wanted someone to hold my guts tenderly.

Gonta himself said that he doesn't trust Kokichi anymore after Chapter 2's events. Most likely, he doesn't even consider Kokichi his friend. I don't know where you the idea that they were "FRIENDS UWU" in any way. They weren't. Kokichi's tears for Gonta were clearly COMPLETELY FAKE, only meant to give his evil rant more impact to maake others believe that maybe he did care about Gonta after all only to make his reveal more painful. It very clearly ISN'T genuine in any way.

Boy howdy I love how things are up to interpretation in this series and how people can have rational discussions about how they perceive the same event. Just kidding, you're unhinged! Anyways you can not trust someone but also still care about them Gonta did not want Kokichi to die, Gonta cares about all of his classmates, Gonta cares. To assume otherwise goes against everything Gonta stands for. He's not a toddler, he can have nuance about people. He's a smarter lad then you give him credit for.

Gonta was groomed and manipulated into becoming a murder weapon. He's not to blame for Miu's death AT ALL. Gonta was manipulated. Manipulation isn't just forcing someone to do it with a threat. Kokichi wrongfully convinced him that it was for the better, taking advantage of Gonta's low self-esteem and desperation to help others. You've never been manipulated or abused in your life if you're saying Gonta could've just declined. It's not easy to just decline your abuser. Abusers can pressure you

Not what grooming means in the slightest but thanks for trying. You're just repeating yourself at this point, pathetic. Everyone was desperate that trial, what happened is a tragedy, but to deny Gonta any blame is to deny Gonta any agency he is not a helpless toddler. He is AWARE Kokichi is a liar, he is AWARE of what Kokichi does, and even if he is manipulated, he categorically does not regret as alter ego gonta, he's so sad it happened, but he still thinks its for the best they don't know the truth. Gonta agreed with Kokichi that there is no happy ending with the knowledge of the outside world.

And as for when Gonta says "Don't blame Kokichi anymore", you'd be a complete moron to trust GONTA in this situation. Gonta is THE LEAST VALID PERSON to trust in this case. Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome? Many real-life cases of abuse have similar patterns of victims. While Stockholm syndrome is commonly associated with a hostage or kidnapping situation, it can apply to abusive relationships, when the abuse victim begins to express love for their abuser.

Stockholm Syndrome isn't fucking real, it's a fun trope, but it was not, and never was real. Please do research. It's basically the modern day hysterical woman, oh my god. Even if it was true, that's not how it is even theorized to work, the plan took place over like, less then an hour, that's not enough time for ANYTHING to set in. For what you're theorizing to even have a chance to be true they would have to be locked together in this scheme for DAYS. Please google fawn response as well, you'd have better luck making a point with that.

Gonta says to not blame Kokichi because Gonta knows he made his own choice, and would make it again, and most importantly, he wants everyone to GET ALONG. He doesn't want Kokichi to be hated, he wants everyone happy. This isn't him being "omg kokichi is so special rawrxD" its "im going to die, and all i ever wanted was everyone here happy, so please, don't hate each other"

And then I guess the spam filter or whatever stopped them from sending anymore because that's a weird place to end it. Anyways this was very cathartic for me and I may do a research paper on this in the future.

TLDR; we should like, have kids and see what they think of gonta and ouma that'd be fascinating

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a-pale-azure-moon · 2 years ago

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Random TotK Thoughts #3

How am I supposed to save Hyrule when there's so many distractions? I'm only now starting another regional phenomenon (the Gorons) after activating all but one of the towers, doing all the Great Fairy sidequests and doing more of Penn's sidequests. I'm up to 56 shrines completed and over 100 Koroks found. It's impossible not to get sidetracked in this game and both I love it and hate it. xD

I also collected the next three Dragon Tears. (I consulted a spoiler free guide to make sure I got them in order, if you're curious.) And wow...I sure got my wish for a demonstration of Rauru's powers, and I was not disappointed.

-I've found a couple of those "Eventide" shrines and yikes are they a pain. Two of them weren't that bad, but the one I found where it was pitch darkness? A very bad time! Took me three tries. I can't wait to see how much worse they get. /s

-I much prefer how they handled the Great Fairies in this game. I didn't get to the 4th fairy in BotW until very, very late, since she was way in the desert and cost 10,000 Rupees. The sidequests were fun and they're easy to do even with minimal health and equipment.

-I want to explore the sky more, but it's too hard to get around between islands. I guess this is my enticement to go into the Depths so I can upgrade my batteries (which is a priority but again....too many distractions!)

-I resent that the game made me hold the idiot ball when "Zelda" was kidnapped, and then the disguised Yiga mocked me for falling for it. [eyeroll] Nintendo does love to troll players that way.

-Ditto for the "Zelda" we see with Yunobo. It's a little insulting how the game is trying to convince me she's turned evil when it's also shown me that she's thousands of years in the past. The present day Zelda is clearly an imposter, either another Yiga or something similar.

-I love how Memory 4 starts, giving us our first look at non-mummified Ganondorf looking menacingly at Hyrule and declaring that he will make it bow before him. His design is awesome, and I especially like how he contrasts with Link. Ganon's just huge, a tall and broad wall of muscle, and Link's a tiny little shortking. Who will soundly kick his ass.

-I also love how the generic soldiers and Zelda are (rightly) freaking out about a swarm of Molduga, and Rauru barely moves faster than a brisk walk as he approaches the ledge. And then he wordlessly fires off his Holy Hand Grenade and obliterates all the Molduga. You can tell even Ganondorf was impressed.

-I guess that scene also definitively answers my question about how Rauru's third eye works.

-Memory 5 was a nice callback to Ocarina of Time and I appreciated the homage. I was also deeply relieved that the writers didn't make Rauru suddenly hold the idiot ball and instead made this more of a "keep my enemies closer" situation. It comes across as mildly arrogant or naive at worst, but it doesn't make Rauru look outright foolish.

-I enjoyed Ganon's passive-aggressive "compliments" and how Rauru gave him an almost bored brush off.

-So the Zonai are already nearly extinct, with just Rauru and Mineru left? What happened to the rest of them? Did they really come from the sky originally? How long had they been living on the surface before Hyrule was founded? (The ruins in the present suggest a long time.) Where do their Secret Stones come from? I want to know all of these things!

-It was completely unsubtle how the camera lingered on the Secret Stones, particularly Sonia's. I'm sure that's not significant.

-Memory 6 was so wholesome. Zelda was so cute with the way she gushed over Link, and Sonia and Rauru both sounded like amused parents teasing her about her very unsubtle crush.

-It's also a nice callback (call forward?) to what Rauru's ghost said to Link at the end of the tutorial.

-Finally got a clear shot of the cool Triforce tattoos on Sonia's wrists too. How does the Triforce fit into this continuity anyway? We know it exists because we saw it when Zelda used her powers in BotW, and there's Sonia's tattoos and the conspicuous triangle pattern on Rauru and Mineru's shawls (and the fringe on nearly everyone's clothes as well). It's so weird how neither of these games have mentioned such an iconic object in the Zelda mythos by name, and have only made vague visual allusions to it.

#legend of zelda #totk #totk spoilers #totk rauru #my ramblings

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punks-never-die205 · 1 year ago

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Unseen

afab!reader x Killer

CW: canon-typical violence, smooches, sexy times, second go at life try again style story, 18+ only

Chapter 8: Point of View

Note: As implied by the chapter title, the point of view shifts in this chapter.

Everything had started off according to plan. The main gate group had rushed in, and you were able to hide yourself in the chaos. If anyone had noticed that you were acting as a second devil fruit user to Kid's abilities, they made no outward sign of it. Kid was chaos incarnate on his own, and that was apparently spurred onto greater heights if it meant acting as a shield for one of his crew members.

Killer was an equally terrifying presence, though you knew exactly what motivated him.

Getting into the base went well. If the Marines had been on alert from the casino fiasco they showed no signs of it. The mayhem was a little contagious as well, and you found yourself reveling in the thrill of a good fight. Pirates vs Marines, order vs chaos, submission vs freedom; a scuffle that existed since before man first entered the seas.

The Kid Pirates had swarmed over the base, and the original three groups of teams were mixed and mingled in the breeched base and still working like a well oiled machine.

In a few more minutes the fighting would be over, and the base would be secure. Communications had been cut and there was no immediate concern of reinforcements. You followed after Hip and Hop down a corridor when something froze your blood. There was no sound, and no person you could see, but something had set you on edge. Assess. You assessed without even consciously thinking about it, and so you trusted your instincts without question.

You grabbed Hip and Hop and tossed them behind you with all the might you had available. Which was considerable, as they wore metal and you still had Eustass' devil fruit pumping through your veins. You moved to reinforce the hallway, but you weren't fast enough. There wasn't enough metal, and there wasn't enough time.

The bright light of the explosion filled your vision before you felt the shock and pain of the blast.

The explosion had knocked you for a loop, and when you had come back around you were on Killer's back. You could tell from the mess of hair around you, and the scent of him that you'd become used to. The sounds of any fighting were gone, but he was still moving at a quick pace. You were surprised to find yourself conscious, you had expected the blast to kill you.

"We win?" You question, your voice was cracking and you realize that you're hurt all over. Breathing felt like pushing back against shattered glass, but breathing was required.

"Well enough," He replies. "I'm taking you to House."

"Mmm, am I dying, Killer? I hurt, but I feel like I've hurt worse." You murmur. "They say you hut less when-."

"That's for the doc to say," he interrupts, concern cutting into his tone despite his efforts. "Now shut up, save your strength and your breath."

You let yourself fall into him. You didn't have the energy for much else, and you didn't have the heart to say that you couldn't see. You could feel your eyes moving, so they were intact as far as you knew. Until House had looked at everything, there was nothing you could do anyway.

House started patching you up, barking orders at Killer for assistance. After what felt like hours, House kicked Killer out, saying you needed to rest. All the holes were plugged, and now it was up to you. You had lost a lot of blood, and House hadn't had nearly enough available for transfusion. You got what was available, but House wasn't satisfied.

"Doc, we alone?"

"Yeah brat."

"Are my eyes intact?"

"... Yeah." A brief pause. "You can't see?"

"Not a thing."

"You need to rest but give me a moment. You had your eyes closed most of the time and I just figured you were too exhausted to keep 'em open."

You felt House's hands hold your eyes open. Left, Right, Left again. Then an aggravated swear.

"Dizzy?"

"No."

"Feel queasy?"

"No."

"I'd ask if you feel tired, but you're missing a lot of blood." House is quiet for a long moment. "Sleep, brat. Concussion or not, you need rest more than anything. Better a stutter than a corpse in the morning."

"Aye, aye."

***House's PoV***

I stepped out of my clinic after cleaning up and making sure Brat had fallen asleep. I was already not looking forward to the conversation I was going to have, but they needed to know.

The ship was alive with the work of the provisions from the job being packed in. The hustle and bustle was happy, since the job had gone off mostly clean, and as far as everyone knew, even the girl had survived despite how things had looked.

"Hip, where's the Captain?" I ask. Hip turns to answer, and her face falls. I wasn't known for my poker face. "She's alive Hip, I still need to talk to the Captain."

Relief, then she nods her head toward the cabins, "Workshop, with Killer, Heat and Wire. Can I visit her, I wann-."

I shake my head. "Brat needs rest, Hip. Soon though." I grunt, and head that way.

Either Heat and Wire are keeping Killer from killing the Captain, or they're all trying to distract themselves so they're not barging into my clinic. Brat's got a lot of people looking out for her, hopefully it's enough good karma.

I make it halfway down the hall and I hear the workshop room go quiet. Killer opens the door before I can even knock, and I walk in. From the looks of things half the workshop had been trashed for some reason and these guys were working on cleaning it up. I could guess the reason, but it wasn't my problem.

And, I wasn't exactly going to make things better.

"Brat's stable," I say, not sitting down. "If her luck holds she'll be fine. The more she can rest the better, and I expect to have her in my care for at least a week."

I see relief all around, but I can't let these guys hold onto it. "However." I take in a breath and sigh, it's not easy to say, but it needs said, "She can't see."

Heat and Wire sit down, but only Heat was lucky enough to be by a chair. Kid's glaring at me, and I imagine Killer is glaring at him.

"Permanently?" Kid asks, and he looks like a man ready to walk himself to the gallows.

"Can't say yet," I admit, and put myself between Kid and Killer. "I appreciate how you're both feeling right now, but she needs rest, and when she's done resting, she's gonna need support. If she can't see again, she's going to need stability. If you two tear each other apart she's gonna blame herself, and," I turn to Killer, glaring at him until I'm sure he's looking at me. "If she blames herself I'll have both yer asses, so keep it together."

Killer turns on his heel after a moment and leaves the workshop without a sound. I sigh, there's no telling what he'll do, cause I've never seen him in this situation. It was hard to say if he was furious with Kid, Hip, Hop, or himself. Probably all four.

"Captain, I don't know how you'll do it, but you should start looking for that Surgeon of Death." I say, turning back to Kid. "He takes jobs to keep his crew going, and if anyone can make sure she'll heal, it'll be him."

***Killer's PoV***

Hip and Hop had run across me, carrying (Y/N) in their arms. I'd been headed in their direction already because of the explosion that had shook the base seconds earlier. There was a lot of blood. Too much, but she was still breathing, even if it was shallow.

"She threw us back without saying anything!" Hop cried, her face stained with tears. "We couldn't do anything to protect her!"

"It happened so fast! We gotta get her to House!" Hip cried.

"I'll take her, check to see what caused the explosion." Calm, I was calm. I had to be calm. Panicking wasn't going to help her.

I sit across from her in the med bay and watch the steady rhythm of her breathing, forcing myself to accept that she was still alive. More alive and more stable than when I'd brought her to House hours earlier.

I'd been angry enough at Kid that I hadn't let him blow off steam, I wanted him to sit with what he'd done this time. I didn't give him the satisfaction of tearing his own workshop apart, just so he could control reorganizing it.

I pride myself on keeping my emotions steady. Especially compared to Kid. Someone had to be the rock, not just for the Captain, but for the crew. For myself. If I could stay steady everything would be fine.

I release the snaps on my mask and set it aside as I approach her bedside. It didn't matter what my face looked like, all I want is for her to be able to see it. If she wasn't able to ever see again then eventually even Kid would forget what my face looked like.

Kissing her forehead, I go back to my chair and put my mask back on.

The hardest part was that there wasn't anyone I could blame. She decided to protect Hip and Hop on her own. She went off into the base on her own. She was a part of the crew, she was allowed to act like the crew. I couldn't be mad at her, or them, or Kid, or even myself.

#Unseen #massacre soldier killer #killer one piece #x reader #reader insert #one piece fanfiction #canon au

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walkeddeath · 1 year ago

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　　the earth welcomes them like it's a home they belong to as they lay out on their back, eyes closed, feeling everything all too much and not enough. blood stained hands press into the grass as gen tries to ground herself, still buzzing with spent energy that burns at her nerves. they think about a saying they know they've heard before, something about the pain as a reminder you're alive, but the sentiment rings stale. it isn't just pain, it's the itchy discomfort from drying blood on skin and the dull pulse of muscles overworked to an ungodly degree and the copper in her mouth. she can feel her bones shift back in place and skin stitches back together, body refusing to let her be anything but good as new, never letting her rest, and she feels guilt for hating it. it could be worse, far far worse, in multiple ways, but what all of those ways are remain a mystery to her.

　　what gen does know is that she wants rest. wants to keep sinking into the ground and maybe finally get a really good sleep. they feel like they've been awake for centuries and that isn't possible but it's a soul deep ache for some kind of shut eye. you've got something ancient in you there's something wrong with you you came back wrong did you even come back. the thoughts go around and around like a record, skipping and scratching distortingly, it's unwelcome, it's painful. it grates at her nerves more than he does and that's saying something. gen doesn't trust nick, never has and doesn't plan on changing it.

　　still, despite how much she hates and hates , and she'll never say it in a million years not even if it meant she could finally rest, gen is realizing there's something that she needs that he has. understanding, a tiny grain of it yes but he gets it. it seems, at times, that he gets her more than she does herself, gets why she's constantly fighting, constantly trying to push herself far beyond what she knows should be possible. it makes her sick, but, it's a little bit nice to have someone just as fucked. just as screwed over by forces unfuckingseen. yeah he's got a shit deal, but, gen would rather take full transparency than a constant guessing game of when will she end up like him? they know they crave a kind of chaos that tastes like the kind that swarms around him, they know they want more power than they should want, but they have a good reason and that should count for something, right?

　　groaning, throat raw and body protesting the movements, gen rolls onto her side and stares, eyes flickering between normal and too bright and too cloudy, a candle in a storm, the light just barely embers and far far away. they're not fully home yet, still processing the pain and still tasting blood, but they want to hear what he has to ask. they have nothing better to do, they don't want to leave just yet, go and pretend to be some sort of normal and human and real and breathing, despite knowing she's still taking in sharp breaths as she thinks it. not alive not dead and not even something in the middle. they're nothing more than a glitch, a bug in the system, a malfunction.

　　they try to give him a moment of hey i won't treat you like shit, thanks for making me bleed by not laughing at his question. not picking him apart and tearing into him even with him in a vulnerable position. she's not like him she doesn't hurt anyone who either doesn't deserve it or who is truly vulnerable. they don't like hurting anyone, really, aside from him. it isn't like it's going to kill him , even if she's a dick to him and even if that's a tiny little burning desired outcome from all of their fighting. the fear of what it'll do to her if she does kill him ruins her desire to try. at least until the next time.

　　"yeah, i do, all the damn time. i'm constantly so fucking tired and i like, i just really wanna take a nap, y'know? just one real fuckin' long nap. i don't wanna end up like you, i still refuse to do that, i'll die before i stop refusing, just so you know. but like that's the entire goddamn thing, even if i keep refusing it will never be enough. i don't know, like, this is all i've known since i was a kid. that there's something fucked but i don't know what it is or who it is but ––– that ain't important. what 'bout you, you ever get tired?"

　　they start to sit up and get hit by a dizzy spell that sends her back curled up on the ground like it loves her, wants her to return, has been waiting. it wants to wrap her in the ripped and stained shirt she's wearing and drag her down and down but to where, she doesn't know. doesn't think nick will either but he's oh so very similar, so she'll as him to give what she gave, it's just how they work.

"like, if you could do anything right now and i don't care , to be clear, i truly fuckin' don't but –– if you coulda gotten out of your whole fucked deal, what would you be doing right now? i'm just curious. it's in my nature, but like, you know that , don't you. And like, despite how tired y’might also be, i just think , and goode –– feel free t'correct me on this, but like that you just maybe feel, like so deep deep deep fuckin deep down, that you sorta kinda maybe don’t deserve rest." her eyes never leave him once, the flickering steadied. their hands are still brushing over the grass, body still in the process of a rebuild so they can't do much else.

"you ever think about that night in 78? i dunno, like, i know i wasn’t there… but like, if i had been, sometimes i do feel like i could've like, stopped you. might've been able to get outta it all, but like... past can’t be changed… just like, you ever feel bad about those kids ?"

#listen im half awake at this point this is so very vibes i #gen is craving the grave honestly #i'm just real excited for this bye #long post //#insidi0sum #blood tw //#injury tw //#broken bones tw //#death mention tw //#⋆ darkness always finds you either way • w. insidi0sum ⋆

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sandsorghum · 3 years ago

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"Fake Dating" With the JJK Crew

Happy april fools!here's the ultimate prank of deceiving your family :p

Maybe you have a family reunion with nosy relatives coming up, or a wedding where having a minus -1 would invite too many of the same questions you're exhausted explaining or providing excuses for.

So, you resort to asking a massive favour of them; Will you be my pretend boy/girlfriend?

Here's how they'd react - and act! Listed in order of who is most to least enthusiastic about accepting your pitch:

How they respond to your request

Honestly when you brought the event up the the plan hadn't even popped into your head, Satoru was the one to suggest it

You'd just mentioned it as a casual topic of conversation, scrolling through your phone, shopping for shoes to match your outfit

"Yeah, I have this wedding next month and I still need-"

"A plus one? Count me in! Text me the date and time."

You laugh it off as another one of his jokes of course

but this is exactly the kind of opportunity for shenanigans Satoru won't give up

so he keeps badgering you for the details over the week, till you finally give in

if nothing else, he'd provide some entertainment right?

What's the worse that could happen? Oh boy...

Their performance

"Really Satoru? Was the helicopter actually necessary?"

"Absolutely!"

"Half the tables had to pick sand out of their salads."

"Tsk, catering didn't do a good job cleaning the kale leaves then."

Naturally Gojo pulls out all the stops, not knowing his limits

It works though, your relatives are super impressed with his grand entrance on the beach

Maybe he did need such an ostentatious mode of transport, since he's delivering close to 50 things on the couple's registry, and some other stuff not on the list he figures newlyweds could use

(The 4 poster bed will get here later, he tells the baffled bride)

And because it's Satoru, he's not content to settle for a simple story of how you met through work

No, it has to be a convoluted plot of corporate espionage, rivaling tycoons and you caught in the middle of it all

It's too outlandish, but he sells it with his azure, glinting eyes and in his powder-blue velvet Versace suit

"It's gotta be so bizarre they have no choice but to believe it!"

People are too enchanted to really pay any attention to the details

And hey, maybe you're an accomplice with the sapphires dripping around your neck, those he insisted on decking you out with, telling you they were specially pulled from his family vaults

The jewelry doesn't dazzle half as much as him though, obviously

The bridesmaids (and some of the groomsmen too) are swooning and swarming all over Satoru, causing you to roll your eyes at how predictable he's being, with those half slid-down sunglasses

You are surprised by the bouquet that drops into your lap suddenly, having refused to participate in the rush - even out of obligatory observations of the custom.

But in the corner of your eye you'd spotted a fleck of white, long-limbed and triumphant amongst the tittering, applauding women

"What are you doing? I will kneecap you if you keep these antics up" you hiss, seeing him start to bend down. "Today of all days, she'll slaughter me if you try to steal her thund-"

"Relax, princess. Ya know I don't get the whole craze of monogamy"

Your gaze drifts to the gaggle of giggling women peeking at him from behind a palm tree. Probably ogling his ass as he intentionally dawdles over his laces.

"Evidently. Better not to keep your harem waiting then." You tilt the stem of your wine glass back. A 2014 Sauvignon Blanc, dryer than it is sweet. Your lips purse.

Satoru smirks, standing up to pluck a single hyacinth blossom from the bouquet. You don't know which you're more startled by, the plush of its petals whispering by the shell of your ear, or the brief tenderness of his touch as he tucks a wisp of your hair behind the flower, lush and verdant.

"Just as I thought," Satoru muses, "Blue suits you much better than green."

How they respond to your request

Was pretty surprised (and flattered!) that you'd ask him

but he's a little worried cause he doesn't have the best poker face

"You don't really need to lie. Just fall back on our natural chemistry, we're already good friends aren't we?"

Yuji knows that's definitely something he can rely on, but still feels rather nervous when the actual date of the New Year reunion dinner arrives! Hopefully none of your relatives will notice anything awkward about this pretend dynamic...

Their performance

Yuji needn't have worried! Your family loves him

especially your youngest nephews and nieces

They take to him because he doesn't pander and puts up his best fight against them in Mario Kart (even beats them in a few races)

Your aunts adore him because he makes himself so useful in the kitchen, helping them lift all the heavy items and doing the more finicky prep work

In no time at all they've flocked around him in a fuss, getting him to taste sauces and creams and bites of various culinary concoctions

charmingly honest too

"I think it could use a bit more salt!"

I've never had this before so I don't know what it ought to taste like"

"It's still a bit chewy, maybe a couple more minutes? But you're the expert here!"

very good-natured, takes it all in his stride, including all the spoons constantly shoveling food at him

you're finally able to rescue him for a couple of minutes, just long enough to tell him you think he looks cute in that frilly apron

Yuji's bright bashful grin has you wondering if you can compel him to come over to your kitchen next weekend, to test out your aunt's jealously guarded chicken pot pie recipe (that she'd been all too enthusiastic to reveal to him!)

How they respond to your request

Suguru's super amused at how anxious you are when you ask him

Would pretend to mull it over for a few minutes, acting like he needs to be convinced, to see how bad you want him

he's basically fishing for compliments but you list out the reasons for why you think he'll be great at this role anyway

it might almost sound like you're admitting he's your actual type

be careful that he doesn't catch on or he'll tease you relentlessly

Mischief aside, Suguru comes up with the most legitimate backstory and contingencies on how to field suspicious questions

Their performance

It's that languid confidence which convinces practically everyone at the gathering

it's easy and comfortable, how he takes your hand and rubs his thumb along yours, when it seems like no one is watching (though Suguru's observant about the pairs of eyes you don't spot, he tells you Subtlety sells the story all the more)

You wonder if it's almost too easy and comfortable

Especially when one of your nosier cousins abruptly interrogates him about what sparked his attraction to you in the first place, and Suguru is absolutely ready with his reply, tone unwavering

He only pauses slightly as if thinking through his options, before smoothly answering, with the perfect amount of wistful reticence, as if these details are too personal to share:

"Well...it's hard to say, I was kinda spoiled for choice with them."

Suguru's charisma is almost in excess. Now you're worried that no one in your family will believe you landed someone this smooth

Well, smooth apart from the minor hiccup of him deciding to confront one of your uncles about their conspiracy theories

with an even weirder/dumber conspiracy theory

Eg, "You believe the moon landings were faked? Wait - you believe in the moon? You know that's not real, right?"

It's a guilty pleasure, witnessing the way Suguru makes gaslighting this gaping moron an art

You'll find yourself fascinated, entranced like a moth to the flames...

How they respond to your request

It's not one you remember making, entirely

maybe you mentioned it in passing on one of those gin-soaked nights Mei Mei is so fond of

you'd been bemoaning the banality of your online matches and she was surprisingly sympathetic

"When you're so out of everyone's league it hardly makes playing the game any fun. Or worth it."

"Ah well, I think that rather applies more to you Mei, than me. I'm still relatable. Weirdoes still find me approachable, somehow."

Their performance

Exactly how approachable, you find out when she turns up 3 hours before the wedding on your doorstep, dressed like she's attending the Met Gala

She tosses you something sheathed in black satin, the fabric of the protective cover feeling more exquisite and expensive than the combined cost of your whole wardrobe

"Get changed. The make-up artist will be here in five."

You try to protest of course, but this works about just as well when you decline her invitations for a night out on the town. If you don't go to meet her, she brings the bar to you

You're not sure what Mei Mei is planning to unleash on you tonight but the limousine's leather seats feel too good

The bride is beautiful and blessed, even Mei Mei's glamour won't turn her new husband's head

but you can feel both their families glaring daggers at the two of you all evening

There's no way they'll buy Mei Mei being your partner with how she's flaunting poise, elegance and erudition

One of the in-laws leans over, the bourbon harsh on his breath.

He's drunk enough to have a terrible estimation of decibels. "Where'd you get an escort like her? And how many months of yer paycheck did you waste?"

Mei Mei tosses him a withering look, "Please, they'd have to take out a loan."

You choke at her comeback, flabbergasted with the scarlet scrambling to your face, unable to expel an explanation or apology

You've been pretty liberal with the Chardonnay all evening (to help with your nerves) but you feel it all flood to your cheeks, ameliorating effects dissipating in Mei Mei's messy kiss, launched directly against your lips

She pulls back to admire the shine and flush of your complexion, commenting, "They could never afford me, even if they slaved away for a hundred lifetimes. But I'd still be drawn to y/n in each of them. Obviously they bought me over with their unique charm alone."

How they respond to your request

She thinks it sounds like a waste of time till you let slip it's a destination wedding (tickets & accommodations covered)

You see her eyes shine with dreams of visiting the boutique malls that line the streets there

but she tempers her gruff tone to imitate grudging acceptance

"Fine, there's this super cute dress I wanted to get more wear out of anyway. And you'll owe me something too!"

Their performance

It is indeed a super cute dress. You tell her this and you're surprised to see her slight blush. It accentuates her features and it's then you realise how long she must have spent on her make-up too

And that outfit is that much cuter now with how its wearer is just a tad high-strung

Nobara's not very good at ad-libbing so she keeps floating random, increasingly ridiculous hypotheticals about the kinds of questions she'll have to field

it's practically a couple's quiz

"Who confessed first, you or me?"

"What's your blood type?"

"What's your favourite colour?"

"When's our anniversary date?"

"What was the weather like when we had our first kiss?"

"Have we talked about exe's?"

You laugh and reassure her that you won't leave her side all day if she's that worried, squeezing her sweaty hand

She doesn't let go

In the end, the nervousness radiating like shockwaves off Nobara works in her favour

Even if her answers come off somewhat awkward, your family assumes she's just anxious about making a good first impression!

How they respond to your request

"Just don't go at all then, if you're going to be uncomfortable alone. Why would you hang out with people who judge you for that sort of stupid thing?"

Ngl, convincing Megumi is gonna be an uphill battle, he can be super stubborn

Even if you tell him there's absolutely nobody else you want as your +1, unfortunately flattery won't get you very far

Strangely enough, your best odds of him acquiescing are once you've given up, and he sees how crestfallen you are

Why does he put up with such ridiculous requests?

He'll never admit it but he has quite the soft spot for you

Their performance

He's determined to stick.to.the.script as much as possible

But all it takes is one hyper inquisitive aunt for the plan to fall apart

Megumi's practically monosyllabic answers don't help much either

"Where did you two meet!"

"School."

"And who asked who out?"

"Her."

"Ooh and what did y'all do for the first date?"

"Eat lunch."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

You can see smoke spiraling out of your nosy relative's ear canals as they wrack their brain for a way to pry more info from your perfectly stoic partner

"What attracted you to them?"

You spot how Megumi stiffens, eyes darting about frantically for an ad-lib, foot determined to drill a hole in the ground.

You've seen him try and he's terrible at it, he can't lie!

He takes a deep breath

Oh no

"Lots."

What?

"Lots?" The bemused inflection of your aunt's echo demands an elaboration

He nods once.

"Her nose. Smile. Wits. Trustworthiness..." Megumi mutters, decibels dropping with each description, his voice taking on an inverse relationship between volume and sincerity

He can't lie, you remember, the realisation compounded by Megumi ever so carefully avoiding your gaze

In turn, you'll do him the courtesy of not noticing - or mentioning - the reddened tips of his ears

for now.

How they respond to your request

"You'd make a liar out of me."

Nanami's tone is flat, but the fractional tilt of his brow substitutes a rhetorical inflection.

"Well - No, not technically. They never stipulate that the plus one must be a romantic partner."

"But that is the common understanding."

"A common misunderstanding. Minor details, Nanami. Details are-"

"Wherein the devil lies."

A fist notches against your hip. "Right, because all your relatives know exactly why your insurance premiums are so high."

"Omission is different from deliberate deceit. Besides, those situations are avoidable. Which is why-"

"Well, we can't all be serial skippers of family gatherings. You ever consider some people might not want to miss out consecutive weddings and birthdays? Being a sorcerer makes for shit enough work-life balance already. On a weekend that I'm finally free too-"

You stop yourself, having a realisation in the middle of your grumbling.

"I'm sorry, it's selfish of me. I suppose you might have plans already, and I didn't even ask."

Nanami, unfazed, turns to the financial section of his newspaper, remarking, "You're making this request three months in advance."

"Well, I dunno. You take your leisure time really seriously right? You've probably regimented your weekends to get to know a certain sourdough starter better." You grin at Nanami, playfully flicking a corner of his broadsheet.

"Rye, actually." This time his voice is so level you'd bet Nanami has that plan penciled and underlined in his calendar.

"I get it, yeast is expensive. I wouldn't want you to get behind schedule," you sigh. "It's fine, I'll take a gamble and ask Gojo again. I just hope my cousin doesn't turn up, she's been texting me constantly about why he won't return her calls."

"If you're thinking of asking Gojo, you're not taking a gamble. You've already lost."

"Thanks for the helpful advice."

"The man is a walking grenade of shamelessness."

"I'd say Strutting, but my options are limited. Almost everyone in jujutsu is a ticking bomb. At least this one owns a limo. And can dance."

Nanami pauses mid-flip of his page, glancing up. "Almost?"

"Yeah, well, there's me." Your thumb sticks out toward yourself, before your index extends. "And then there's you. And..."

Nanami stares at your fingers. All two of them, to be precise.

You shrug, folding them back into your fist. "That's about it, really."

Nanami doesn't say anything, scanning headlines.

The cogs aren't turning, you're sure only your heart is whirring

You count the 30 clicks of the second hand creeping across his watch, if only to convince yourself an hour isn't passing.

His own expression rivals the clock face's neutral calculations.

Suddenly, Nanami stands.

Your shoulders sag - so much for your bet.

Then he says, "It'll be a rental."

He tucks the newspaper under his arm, and firmly pushes those gaze-obscuring spectacles up his sharp nose, before adding, "And I don't dance."

Their performance

"Nanami?" You try to rein in your gasp at the last moment, yanking the syllables back so it pitches high into a startled greeting.

"You're-" Your throat feels parched, despite your mouth watering all of a sudden. You swallow the pool, forcing the tide back down. "You're early."

A blessing, really. You could use every single extra second to soak in the sight before you. Nanami's opted for a three piece suit in Prussian blue for the occasion, definitely custom-made to order.

Your eyes roam from the perfectly fit jacket accentuating the slope of his broad shoulders, sweeping over the double-breasted plunge of those peaked lapels that draw your gaze down across his pronounced pectorals. The plush of them is barely obscured, further emphasized in fact, by the cut of his vest and the taut expanse of white, his sternum arching in parallel with a Murrell knotted tie the colour of carbon steel grey. Single-pleated pants hug his hips, seams tapering past those muscled thighs. It's not like you intended to linger there on his lower half, but with the way Nanami's tucked his hands into his pockets, your eyes can't help but flicker between the bulges.

The impeccable craftsmanship of the tailor was one thing, but the way Nanami wore this suit was something else.

You had thought he'd show up, sophisticated if understated as ever, just to play another role, in a slightly smarter uniform.

Nanami Kento always carried himself with composure and class - could even stake his reputation on those traits, but his deportment was distinctly different this evening. Was he standing a little taller? Were his eyes always this razor blade-bright?

There's a flash of silver before you hear Nanami's voice, snatching you from your stupor.

"And you're ready." His pause is briefer than yours, though you feel a similar weight (and warmth perhaps?) scanning your silhouette, snugly embraced by your evening gown. Then it's gone, falling back on his clock face.

"Excellent," he states, after clearing his throat. You suspect he's praising more than your punctuality - but you never dared to assume, not with Nanami.

"Shall we?" he extends his elbow and you grasp it gratefully, getting an opportunistic squeeze around his accentuated biceps.

If Nanami noticed, he made no comment.

Nanami's performance is of course, as precise and impeccable as you predicted, demonstrating exactly why you picked him in the first place

He's courteous, considerate and charming in his own reserved way, with his shrewd, measured and realistic responses to your uncles' concerns about the stock market, coupled with his cleverly deft deflections of your aunts' more prying inquisitions about your love life.

Though you both rehearsed the answers, his responses come off more sincere than scripted or stilted.

But mostly it's his presence that speaks volumes

It's in his mannerisms straight out of a 1950s etiquette guide, how he pulls doors open and chairs out first for your relatives and then you, or refills glasses before anyone asks, and never lets his palm drift lower than the small of your back as the two of you move between rooms and ceremonies (whether you wish it would or not is entirely a matter of discretion between you and your fifth scotch)

But what impresses everyone the most is when he convinces your 10 year old nephew - who for the entirety of his existence has declared war on vegetables - to touch his cauliflower florets, and finish them. Nanami somehow even encourages him to use chopsticks the correct way

His awe-struck parents approach Nanami, voices hushed with reverence. "How on earth did you compel that fussy tyrant to put those on his tongue!"

"I simply informed him of the consequences of a predominantly dessert-based diet." You can't help but grin observing your brother's profuse gratitude and profound respect as he shakes Nanami's hand, and at how your sister-in-law eagerly takes notes from Nanami about preparing salads to appeal to junior palates.

The rest of the celebration flies by. Nanami hovers by you, floating cordially between catch-ups and conversations as if the dynamic is one the two of you have shared for years, as if he's on auto-pilot

The only thing that remotely resembles a crisis is when he has a curious turn of phrase, a slight slip of the tongue.

It's in the vestiges of pink tinting his visage when you address him and he absently answers "Yes, sweetheart" causing your cousins to titter. He excuses himself to the toilet; it's the sole fracture in his facade the entire evening.

You're only slightly caught off guard when the gaggle swarms you, gushing envy and clamouring for the contacts of any of your other attractive, available co-workers. One of them even declares their determination to break into your industry, which you dismiss with a chuckle and complaint about the compensation and work hours.

"Really? But based off Nanami's cuff links alone...he seems in a different tax bracket than most of us combined."

One of your older cousins gasps melodramatically, "I didn't take you for a gold digger! I thought your parents raised you better."

You roll your eyes, ignoring her mockery. "I'm not."

Another, barely out of adolescence pipes up, "Man, they don't make sugar daddies like they used to."

"Nanami's not my sugar daddy."

"Just your regular daddy then?"

You're too flabbergasted by the explosives guffaws to provide a retaliatory flick to the little smartarse's forehead.

"Care to repeat the punchline?" His level voice cleaves through a chorus of cleared throats as your cousins pretend to scatter or sip on their drinks.

"Nanami-san, is it normal for salarymen to expense escorts? I was just wondering how you can afford to pay h-"

"Ow, shit!" You stumble forward against Nanami's chest, his arms already open to stabilize you - but your hand is already threateningly clamped around your younger cousin's shoulder.

"Sorry, it's these heels," you hiss, not relinquishing your savage grip on the brat who's now squirming uncomfortably.

"Let's take a seat over there then," Nanami says, slipping a strong arm around your waist and guiding you away. You crane your head just past his broad shoulders to glare daggers at your cousin, even as they stick out their tongue and make exaggerated smooching faces at your retreat.

"Your ankles aren't swollen at least," he comments, lifting your legs into his lap. You flush as you feel his fingers glide up your calves, pressing firmly along the muscle to test for unwarranted tension.

"Um...Yeah, I think my feet fell asleep, that's all." You wiggle your toes before slowly rotating your ankles about an inch from the apex of Nanami's strong thighs.

"Probably just need to move them a little." Nanami hums a low note of agreement as he carefully lowers your feet back on the ground, before standing and offering you an open palm. You glance up at him, puzzled.

He tilts his head toward the wide open area beneath the pavilion, where a throng of people are drifting back and forth, in pairs, to a mid-tempo melody.

"Let's move them, then. Just a little," Nanami tacks on those words like a caveat, but you beam at him, accepting his hand and the promise folded into his warm palms.

"You said you don't dance."

"I don't." His fingers curve around your hips, subtle as the smirk that isn't etched at the corners of his lips, you're sure. But then, you feel his forearm flex against your spine, like a strong bough fording the meanders of a river, and you're swept off by the undercurrent.

"What do you call this then?" you whisper as he twirls you effortlessly in his arms.

"Swaying...in time."

"Well. You're a pretty good sway-er, Nanami Kento."

He doesn't respond, but his puff of warmth against your nape cushions your quip as the two of you fall into comfortable silence and synchronised steps.

You feel the sculpted swell of his torso, every corded sinew so often taut with the exertion and extortion demanded by your duties. You map those muscles, so familiar with tension, so foreign to the tenderness of your fingertips. Flitting between daring and diplomacy, they trace the topography of his tendons, the tributaries of veins pulsing with potentially crushing strength.

Yet you can only concentrate on how gently Nanami's clasped your hand to his chest, weathered palms wrapping around your fingers to press against granite and the steady pounding beneath it.

"You really have swayed me," you murmur, eyes focusing on how slowly Nanami slides his thumb along your ridges. "I'm going to need to start swiping through those apps again."

You feel Nanami pull away slightly from you to observe the expression that accompanies your resigned sigh. "Apps?"

Your gaze drifts over his shoulder, to the couples drifting and floating in each other's arms, from the wrinkled smiles crinkling rheumy eyes to the broad grins, youthfully uncreased, shared and tucked between lips as snug as letters in a crisp envelop.

"It...could be nice, having something beyond a facade. Beyond functions," you muse. You sense Nanami tilt his head to track your line of sight, pausing briefly before commenting.

"Well,I'm glad you at least found my deception serviceable tonight."

You chuckle at Nanami's wry self-assessment, rolling your eyes.

"Oh please, Mr Benchmark, you'll have me swiping for weeks."

"Hm, or months."

Your mouth drops open at his retort, and you see your own surprise glittering in Nanami's neutral countenance with its almost perfectly impassive stare; blank enough anyway to reflect your amusement.

"Sure, it'll be tough enough finding a more constant companion that matches your caliber - minus the attitude," you tease. Nanami's lips set into a thin straight line, and there's a suspicion of his fingers twitching against your sides, specifically at the mention of more constant companion.

"Besides, I can hardly keep troubling straitlaced Nanami every time I need a partner for these escapades."

He doesn't reply - which you think rather proves your point.

But you don't know that what's really starting to bother Nanami is how he doesn't find that prospect troublesome...at all.

The ride back to your apartment is quiet. You can tell Nanami is a little worn out by all the socialising and polite smiling, so you're content to recline in the backseat with him, letting your silences settle against each other.

Between the thrum of the engine and the free flow alcohol throughout the evening, your eyelids droop shut.

A dream like haze stretches the minutes into hours, like cotton gauze pulled into loose fibers fogging your mind with sensations of swirling, a light tickling and comforting warmth. The sole distinct thing that feels solid are calloused hands cupping your cheek and drifting tentatively across the dip of your back. Strangely real as well, the vapours of cognac and a hypnotic heartbeat pillowed beneath you, steadily rising and falling and rising again

You perhaps hear someone call your name through the mist, but any identifying texture of their voice is swallowed. You strain to hear them, but there's only their pause, patient and pensive almost.

But then you hear it again, this time with a weight upon your shoulder that rouses you.

An almost familiar face flickers into view, as you shake the dregs of some odd subconscious yearning from your mind.

But even as it clears, Nanami's face still seems strange at this distance, as if distorted - for it is barely any distance at all. You've never seen him up close like this; forehead too broad, thin brows too furrowed, eyes too deep set and large and dark.

"Hey."

You feel the whiskey-soaked whisper gust against your cupid's bow even before it registers in your ears. His mouth looks different too, chapped and parted around an ask he can't verbalise. It's on the tip of his tongue, darting anxiously out to wet his lips.

Instead those soft pink folds shape around your syllables again, stirring something in you. Curiosity, you'll call it later, an unbearable itch. You will taste his unspoken request if he won't allow you to hear it. All it would take is a fractional tilt of your head

But then Nanami stiffens in an instant, shifts away in the next and you feel yourself sliding against silky material. He braces you as you break fully from the stupor, realising your cheek is crushed against his lapel, where a small patch of damp spreads.

"Oh god, Nanami. Your suit, I'm sorry!" you sputter, covering your mouth.

"No it's all right, that's cognac. Courtesy of one of your more ebullient aunts."

"Really?" you sniff, skeptical, though your nostrils corroborate his dismissal with a whiff of alcohol.

Nanami nods, opening the car door. "Yes. Now come, let's get you home where you've got something more comfortable to drool on."

"I still feel like I should apologise on their behalf," you say sheepishly, fidgeting outside your apartment. Hesitantly you reach out to smooth your hand across his jacket, fingers flexing with the muscle memory of his firm swells beneath the fabric.

"Let me take care of the dry-cleaning bill. I'll get it back to you in three days. The guy in my neighbourhood is really quick."

Nanami shakes his head, a wry smile tilting his lips. "There's no rush, I'm hardly in high demand as a fake lover. Well, in the first place, there's no need for a dry. I can handle my own laundry."

"A fake lover" The words echo in your mind as your gaze roves over the man who had helped you pull the evening off so convincingly. Suit a little more crinkled now, eyes lined with deeper creases. Fringe slightly mussed; you wonder if the wisps of those blonde locks partially obscuring his gaze now had been responsible for the tickling sensation in your dreams, brushing against you as he dozed off on the ride back too, nose inadvertently tucked against your nape. If only you'd woken up before him, you'd know.

Nanami hasn't pushed your hand away, yet.

"Well, um," you clutch his tie, grasping for an excuse to linger. "Then at least let's split the limo cost, okay? You have to."

Nanami sighs, body sagging as you square yours up, recognizing your default stance of stubborn determination. "Why?"

"Be-because! If- If you pay for everything, it will- it would-" You let go of his tie, fists dropping by your side instead.

Nanami arches a brow, taking a step closer. "It would what?"

He's never known you to be inarticulate in your arguments.

Your cheeks are dusted vermilion. Nanami didn't think you had that much to drink. Sure, you had slurred something that sounded suspiciously close to his name in your nap on the way back here, but your eyes are bright and glinting now, practically glaring at him.

You can't believe you have to spell this out for him.

But maybe it wasn't super surprising. Maybe all Nanami really did do with his weekends was devote his soul to sourdough.

You take a deep breath. "Because, it would feel like a real date."

"Oh."

Nanami's gaze is quizzical, you can see a dozen responses cycling through his brain - none of which you can predict. He regards you for a long moment.

Would that impression be so bad? Did you so abhorrently oppose the idea of him bringing you on an actual date? Probably it boiled down to your admirable, adorable fierce independent streak - wait, Adorable? That didn't sound right...

Nanami clears his throat. You stiffen, prepared for his excuse.

"Whether this was a real date or not, that perception is up to you. It's not my prerogative. Regardless of any transactions exchanged or future favours owed." The corner of his lips twitches and your heart flips, hardly daring to speculate what Nanami could want from you down the road.

"But for the record," he continues calmly, so smoothly you don't even notice when your fist had uncurled, when he had snuck his own hand beneath your grasp, "No matter what your cousin mentioned earlier this evening..."

Your cousin? You're caught off guard by the apparent non-sequitur. Nanami takes the opportunity to pull your hand close to him gradually; so gradually there's ample time for enough clarity to seep through, for you to tug your hand back. But you don't.

Not even at the slow drag of his thumb across your knuckles, slow as the timid creep of verdant shoots through frosted tundra, slow as hibiscus petals unfurling across your cheeks. Wonder triumphs. Spring triumphs. Nanami plants a single kiss upon your hand.

"I find your company to be priceless."

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burgycreeper405-blog · 2 years ago

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Superhero AU ✨side lore✨

Rex works as a demolition guy and carries bricks for building/discarding

if you're wondering who those three are, here's sum explanation

most of the workers think that he's just very strong and now they like.. see him as the best and mostly shove emmet out of the way when those two are just talking alone

Rex keeps on reminding them that that Emmet is pretty cool too, but they won't listen, so he just sometimes ignores them after a long time of working there

also, Gale even has a crush on Rex, and what i meant by this is she would literally flirt with him or just wanting to hang out with him like for example, he would switch places with Emmet just to be partnered with Rex at work

she doesn't do it all the time but she still does it

and cuz Rex doesn't want to hurt anyone (physically and or mentally) he just agrees at everything

and he just tries to calm down (or like, smash/destroy a building that is about to be desired anyways) whenever he sees someone being mean/rude to Emmet, cuz if he gets angry, he can't control himself

whenever they talk about Rex, or just talk with him (sometimes they swarm him or somthin) Emmet would just back away

for example, lunch break:

Emmet and Rex are just eating lunch together (cuz Emmet doesn't have any friends, only Rex) and then when the other co workers just swarms Rex like, "Hey can we eat lunch together?" or "Can I sit with you?" they just shove Emmet away like he's nothing

Rex would keep on telling them "no" in the nicest way possible or tells them that he's already fine just hanging out with Emmet (cuz he's still not p comfortable with people around him cuz he still can't control his strength), they just ignores that and just "hang out" with him, ask him questions and stuffs

and when they get home, Rex would apologize to Emmet, but Emmet just pretends to be okay with it and like it's nothing, he's used to it and stuff, but that just made Rex feel worse, but Emmet just doesn't want to continue that conversation any longer so he just went quiet

and since he was Emmet back in then, Rex doesn't really remember all of the stuff he used to do, well, sure he still remembers being a construction worker and all, but he just doesn't remember anybody anymore, its all blurry

i mean, can you blame him?

#burgy talks #burg art #the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #tlm au #tlm superhero au #emmet brickowski #rex dangervest #tis just a side non hero stuff lore

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scar-lie · 2 years ago

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Crazy Love Pt. 2 [Natasha]

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Summary : Being on a run wasn’t easy especially when the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. are the one after you, but that doesn’t stop you protecting or rather killing someone who disrespect your girl

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Knife, Violence, Death, Blood, Torture, Killing, Cuts Arguing. Skin Carving, Dark!Reader, Kidnapping, Mention of Death, Manipulating, Use Of Weapons [Let me know if I missed something]

Word Counts : 5509

Crazy Love Pt. 1

@thorya22 (sorry for the long wait)

ORIGINALLY POSTED IN WATTPAD

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It's been 5 months since you got away. The slip up of almost getting caught that day wasn't the end of what you're doing. No, not even close, everything just got worse

Ever since that cursed day, following Natasha's every move was at the top of your list. The need to make sure she was safe was too much to ignore, you needed her safe, no matter the costs

The image in your head gets more consuming as you finally catch up with him and shove him into an empty alley

"Who the fuck are you," he questions trying to push you off

Instead of verbally answering you drive your fist hard into his stomach causing him to fall on the ground, gasping for air. You grab his head and send a hard punch to his jaw causing him to knock out

You kneel down and force him to sit up to make it easier to pick him up. As you pick him up from the ground you make sure no one is around and start carrying him to your car to put him in the trunk

You then climb into the driver's seat and smirk while you start to drive off, excitement filling your body as you think about the painful punishment awaiting him

"NO, PLEASE STOP!" he exclaims while pain shoots through his body as you run your knife through his body, occasionally adding more pressure to make large gashes