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imminent-danger-came · 10 months

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Sorry if you‘ve been asked this before, but since we know you‘re fav lmk characters, I was wondering what you‘re favorite duos and trios were?

And/or however many characters you wanna group together. Just in general, the character dynamics you find neat!

(My guess is that MK and Mei are somewhere on the top of the list- if not THE top)

One of my favorite things about lmk (of which there are many lol), is that you could throw two darts, and whatever two characters the darts land on are bound to have an interesting dynamic.

One of my favorite episodes is the Sandy and Huntsman episode (2x08), Tang and Macaque also have an intriguing conflict in 3x08, and Pigsy and Chang'e (3x07) have such a heartfelt shared passion that you can't help but enjoy their on screen time together.

I'm someone who wants a sort of Ne Zha and Yellowtusk "we reluctantly work together" arc, where even though Yellowtusk may have helped nearly bring the world to it's destruction, he ultimately helped save it, and he also happens to know a thing or too about keeping the Jade Emperor's power contained. I think it'd really fit in with lmk's "past mistakes vs making the right choices now" theme—in all honesty Yellowtusk has already paid his time with an eternity spent in the scroll—and now he can truly help make a better world. I think it'd be a neat way to keep him involved in the story, give Ne Zha someone to bounce off of (they both view power as sacred and a huge responsibility, unlike Wukong for example who is much more flippant with power), and would give some juicy drama ("You would betray your brothers?") between Peng and Yellowtusk later down the line.

Though anon you're 100% right, MK and Mei are at the top of my favorite dynamic list lol (They're whole motivation is to protect each other out of 100% platonic love. Obsessed with them). I'm also really partial for the MK, Mei, and Sandy trio that pops up here and there (1x03, 1x04, 3x04, 3x06). Traffic light trio is a treat, and the sunburst duo has my heart forever and always (I love seeing the way MK and Wukong's relationship has developed over the course of the show, both for the better and worse). Pigsy and Tang are always a delight (thank you 1x04, 2x03, 2x04, 3x05, 4x04, and specifically the line "Sometimes it's that little bit of char that makes for a more flavorful meat! Even if it is a bit tangy."), they're definitely at the top of my list. Obviously I like shadowpeach, and shadowpeach + MK (ooooo the monkeys are such delicious/tragic foils oooo), and I think Mei and Wukong have a really interesting dynamic (Wukong seeing Ao Lie in Mei, Mei viewing Wukong as someone who has hurt MK). Wukong and Azure's dynamic is also super interesting (Azure with his unrequited crush and heartbreak), so is LBD and MK's (could talk forever about these two), however I'll cut this off here since I could probably go on for a long while about this specific topic.

#no one's asked me this before and it wouldn't be a bother if they had!#Sorry I kind of went on a tangent about different dynamics in the show and my Yellowtusk and Ne Zha agenda adsfafs #Come on Mr. "Wukong is not the loner he pretends to be'' see the good in Yellowtusk. Let him help keep the world from breaking.#Do it for me #Am I perhaps a bit too invested in a character that's honestly not had that much screen time? Perhaps #But what we are given is *muah* I love Yellowtusk #''This is not the change we dreamnt of'' lowkey the moral backbone of the brotherhood.#His little ''Azure...no!'' in the s4 special gets me too #He's just like Mei and MK fr fr #Yes. Maybe I DO like characters that would chose the person they care about over the world. What of it?#lmk writers are fucking masters at giving the most characterization with the least amount of screen time #And I'd say they mainly do that through parallels/foils/themes but I'm no expert #You can just usually put together a lot of who a character is and their arc based off how they interact with what's been established #I have a long rant about Pigsy's arc rattling around in my brain that I want to write out at some point #I will say this though: Pigsy being a man of tradition/family (2x04 - 3x07) and then giving him qualms with his family in s4 is. *muah*#Like. The thing that get's him to soften up about Zhu Bajie is learning he worked hard to become someone better #Like DO NOT TOUCH ME. I LOVE THAT PIG MAN GOD #I'm a pigsy stan blog now #Actually I love every single character I'll be real this is just who I am #I just also happen to love MK Mei LBD and Azure a little more than the rest afdasdf #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk speculation

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theinfinitedivides · 9 months

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yup he unraveled folks

#tv: longing for you #longing for you #ena longing for you #오랫동안 당신을 기다렸습니다 #na in woo #kim ji eun #kwon yool #kdrama #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #God. i feel so bad for him bc he did have a moment of misdirection and take Jin Woo in for questioning after he treated him so well #when he sprained his ankle not far from the restaurant #but imagine having to deal with a murder case. having to watch the footage. try to reinvestigate only to find out that your parents #killed your half-brother so you could live. think about what that does to a person #idk ig one thing i love about the relationship that Jin Sang and Young Woon have now is that he didn't accuse him of anything #when he came to give him the evidence. he just gave it to him and asked him to confirm it himself #Young Woon is literally being hit by a train and run over rn like he has to grieve for the brother he never knew he had and then #still live with the knowledge that it's his heart that's in his chest. f*cked up fr this man is in the preview like 'why didn't you #just let me die' they turned the man suicidal got the rest of the team trying to take him off the case so he doesn't get hurt #or do stupid sh*t #stress!!!!! stress i say!!!!!

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kuroosdarling · 2 years

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my job rn is playing games with me and my coworkers are ready to walk out !! incoming rant …

#so i was gone for like a week with my pto #and everything was totally fine #but i came back to a shitshow fr LOL #before i left they promised me a raise #but i come back and find they are giving it to someone else #and more than what i was gonna get #and ofc it was a man who snagged it #BRO just bc i left doesn’t mean i don’t deserve it #and why promise it in the first place ??#they did that to the rest of my team too like we were all supposed to get a bump #but this guy gets all of it instead ??? per quarter ?? no.#so we had a meeting and idk WHAT happened but i stood my ground #even with the cfo and vp there i was like im not gonna let you do this to me #so we’ll see what happens #i don’t tolerate disrespect so !!! especially when it affects my team !!!#i was still nice and professional and just laid down the facts #but damn it was just cold !! and they were being stinky about it #like don’t promise it if you can’t deliver bc everyone was so excited #and now they all wanna quit #idk if i will or not yet #all i know is that ceo!kuroo would never do this to me 🤧#grrrr i just wanna get my mba and dip already !!!!!#⁺. ʚ aims lore ɞ ⋆˙#deleting laterrrr. i just needed to let it out <3

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worstloki · 1 year

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Someone posted a fake teaser trailer for a thor 5 and i think they should go to jail

and is the 'thor 5 teaser trailer' in the room with us right now?

#let Thor rest #fr #man's tired #man's brotherless #leave him alone

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wastelandbabyblue · 2 years

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#free Harry fr #more tour dates for what #let this man REST

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uwulouis · 1 year

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#girlies we can't keep doing this ndsjfkdslf #like there can't be long ass posts on my dash #every single time there's a stunt or a stunt mention #being like omg what is the point anymore this sucks everything is awful #LIKE the weekly posts on here being like #one more stunt and i will NOT spend every second of my life on tumblr blogging about this man ANY LONGET #longer*#like ndjfndj the THREATS #like if u get so upset 10000% i agree u should stop #bc clearly this is the way it is #but like why do u have to like go out w a bang and like make a long post about how everything is awful and will be awful forever #like girl text a friend fr djfndjk #idk like do u see how we contribute to the negativity #we knew he would be there cmon #and ofc it's upsetting but like #threatening to leave the fandom every single time #AND THEN NOT EVEN DOING IT JDSKNFJK #like girl pls by all means walk away i think it's healthy in fact when i wasn't enjoying it that's what i did #i didn't quite feel the need to announce it 28 times before but #just like pls let the rest enjoy like #as much as it's obviously fine if some of u don't want to watch it anymore #like is it not fine that im having a good time regardless??#obviously the stunts suck and i hate them so bad especially bbg #but like. i just try to focus on the good bc like what am i gonna do???#and it sucks that everyone is so smad all the time like clearly if u don't like it u can leave #but why is that all u choose to put out there u knw #anyways sorry 4 the rant #im just an optimist i guess dfjsnkj nd im excited for the doc sorry !#shut up laura

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years

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problematic hypocrite’s gotta ✨problematic hypocrite✨

#not included: phase 3 in which i manage to consume the media and just pop back in like ‘sup guys what did i miss👀’—#trying to avoid shin jidai spoilers be ✨suffering✨ i just don’t wanna waste the money i splurged on the dvd lmao #i just need something to look forward to today but aaaaaaaaaaaaaa #man i really should’ve just gone for my med checkup yesterday now i gotta rush _(:3 」∠)_#and i regret taking a nap this evening bc now i can’t sleep and i need to get up in 2 and a half hours dammit #idw to suffer at the clinic for the whole day [cries in having read the clinic reviews on google]#i’m literally in tears brain let! me! sleep!!!!!!!!!!!#i should probs do that ‘stay up all night to recalibrate my sleep schedule’ thing again before i start working…#but the last time i did that i forgot how to sleep and i spent like 2 hours laughing maniacally before i eventually collapsed #2018 was a weird time… _(:3 」∠)_#ughhhhhhh anyway aside from shin jidai the next thing i have to look forward to is finishing chapter 8 of idol sengen #after that chap loserxloser gets to be yeetedxyeeted into side characters!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!! so sick of them fr #what was the point of this again? eh well. be sure to get enough rest and stay hydrated ok~? it’s important!!!!!!!#inedible blubbering #deus ex asuna (of fruits☆sugar)#dhl said no shin jidai rights

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wickedghxst · 23 days

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finally finished sottr. 4.6/10 that marketing campaign did this game dirty by making me think it’d be good. no wonder i ignored it for 6 years…

#like i get you don’t wanna reveal Everything about a story in the trailers but My God. this feels like false advertising.#like. on a lawasuit level. & the thing is the stuff from the trailers when it finally lets you do that Is good! but it’s not always that!#like the story is nonesense first of all. none of these characters have an arc or any actual motivations except the villian.#& he’s barely even a villian bc to be quite honest i’m more on his side than lara’s. what even Is her motivation??? revenge????#this entire fucking narrative makes no fucking sense like quite frankly she could’ve gone back to a normal life after the first game.#& even if she couldn’t there’s like a billion ways they could’ve taken the story & been way more interesting! like come On man!#you can keep the weird obsession/death wish thing if you really want to & even the stupid dead dad narrative but are you fr?#This is all they could come up with???? i’d write a better sequel to 13 in my sleep.#all i’m saying is if you want your protagonist to be a thrill seeker with suicidal ideation there’s ways to make it interesting.#especially when you toe the line of “oooooooh our hero kinda has a tendency for violence ooooh’’ I KNOW ALL ABOUT THIS STUFF MAN. augh.#whatever. point is if your game makes me wanna play 3 other similar games instead you’ve failed & should go back to the drawing board.#and the worst part is there Are really cool parts in this! when it’s the game i Thought i was buying it’s Really good!#but the stuff i like is only like. 30% of the game??? the rest is complete fucking nonsense.#also arguably the parts i Do like are all extremely reliant on 13’s dna bc they haven’t changed the gameplay at all since then LOL

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the-acid-pear · 1 month

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I wish Everett had such a strong line as "we'll make it fit" or "joe remembered" or even "not like that" but bro just died a, fairly normal death brought down on him by his kind soul. Which is arguably sadder but less impactful.

#luly talks #not like that came back to haunt me like god it really flew over my head how haunting that is #bc yeah imagine having to be forced back to life a third time snd .#like what EVEN was left of him. he got crushed by a whole elevator #i love how its barely even mentioned as if it was obvious being brought back is insanely painful #I'm getting SAAAD I'm so glad they let my man tango rest DA HELL #like on top of everything imagine being in full body agony and not being able to express it bc they rewired you to be unable to #like GOD FUCKING GODDD I'm so glad tango wasn't put thru that I'm. glad Freddy's isnt as bad as it'd be hands on head emoji #HAUNTING 👍👍👍👍👍👍#also i gotta say i love how two of those are Joe's bro really stole the show of being cool and stuff fr #CANT wait ro hang out w him in dialtown i SWEAAARRRREE

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titsthedamnseason · 3 months

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#i feel bad saying this bc in the forward brandon says that sazed’s character arc gave him a lot of trouble in the back half of the series #but i can definitely sense that #i don’t really love the direction that it took #i mean i actually do think that him losing faith in the one thing he dedicated his life to is a really strong plot #like it’s the most Serious and unexpected but sadly believable thing that could happen to a character like sazed #but i’m unfortunately not convinced that tindwyl’s death would cause this #and i swear im not just being a hater because i didn’t like her a lot as a character #i just mean that we never really saw them interact that much? and sort of knew that they’d known each other back in terris but there were no #flashbacks or anything and so much of the past was tinged with animosity #so imo their love story came on kind of fast and didn’t convince me #which is why i think i can’t by grief for tindwyl as the reason for sazed’s prolonged mental breakdown #and i also feel bad saying this next part because personal grief obviously changes and affects a person more than other objective deaths #but sazed if fr acting like nobody else has ever died before #like sir your nation is in the midst of a millennia long still ongoing tragedy and desperately needs your specific help now #GET IT TOGETHER MAN!#mine #juli reads the cosmere #in his last pov he said something like ‘yes people have been dying this whole time but tindwyl was Different’ well actually no she wasn’t!#the rest of the terrismen are actively being targeted right now. let’s focus on that if you’re so worried babes!

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kentopedia · 7 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

#kento nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #kento nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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criminalamnesia · 3 months

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Simon x Reader whose already work with TF 141 for a pretty long time. And one day, there's a traitor around the base, leaking their information. All of the proof are leading to reader but reader always deny it! And they interrogated reader, and reader always deny it! And he's (with other 141 members, of course, but it mostly him) do their torture methods to get information out of reader. They keep doing it until someday, the real traitor finally captured!

And make the reader traumatized, pls. Like, she would have trust issues, trauma, and others. She wouldn't forgive them, tho.

ooooo the angst. had to sit on this one for a few days before I wrote something, but here goes nothing.

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when you blink open your eyes, the room is dimly lit. it’s silent save for the sounds of your labored breathing.

you must’ve passed out. one second johnny— a man you’d known for years—was slicing into your skin with a knife. the next, you’re staring into an empty room.

your hands jerk up involuntarily. still bound. the rope holding them to the arms of the chair have rubbed them raw. the skin is bright red and bloody. it makes you grit your teeth.

you look down at your lap, taking inventory of the parts of your body you can see. large gashes break up the fabric of your tac pants. the blood surrounding the deep wounds is dry and crusty.

one of the cuts looks like it’s getting infected. you swear you can see bone.

you’d taken this kind of suffering before. been capture by enemies, held and tortured and pushed to the brink of death. this was different. this was being done by your team. men you’d bled with. cried with. laughed with.

one you’d even slept with. the same one you loved. the one you called yours.

the door to the room swung open, hitting the wall with a metal thud. your head slowly lifts, eyes squinting to see him. by his stature, you know it’s simon.

he doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him. instead, he walks towards you slowly. as he comes closer, can make out his eyes in the sea of dark paint he smears around them. the same paint you’d helped him apply a time or two.

“back for more?” you say, and it’s meant to sound sarcastic, but all it sounds like is pitiful. your voice cracks, and pain seeps into your tone.

the first rule they’d taught you about scenarios like this was to never let the enemy know it’s working. never let them know that they’re hurting you— that they’re slowly wearing down your defenses.

well, you’d just broken that rule, and you hadn’t even meant to.

you didn’t know how long you’d been tied up, subjected to torture by men you had once called your family. all because a fucking liar whispered your name into their ears. all because they fucking believed it.

apparently the years meant nothing to them. to him, least of all, considering he’d done more damage to you than the rest of them.

simon comes to a stop in front of you. his hands are empty by his sides, but that’s not reassuring. there’s a table full of weapons off to the side. he would have his pick of the litter.

“ready to talk yet?” he says, and his voice is gruff. his tone is hollow. he’s speaking to you the same way he’d spoken to countless enemies. it makes you sick.

“fuck you, simon,” you spit out.

the betrayal of john, gaz, and johnny had hurt. but simon’s betrayal? that was enough to almost put you in the ground.

you’d stopped pleading with them the second they tied you to the chair. now, you were angry. furious. rage filled your veins, and if you weren’t beaten to all hell, you’d find a way out of these fucking restraints and strangle the man in front of you to death.

the man you loved. you’d thought you meant something to him, but apparently not— because who tortures someone they love?

“if you talk,” he ignores your outburst. “it’ll be easier. quick.”

“fuck. you.” you enunciate the words, your jaw impossibly tight as you grit your teeth. “im not the fucking rat.”

“all the evidence,” he starts as he disappears from your vision. you know he’s going to pick his weapon of the hour. you force yourself not to shudder.

“points to you.”

“take that bullshit evidence and shove it up your ass, riley,” you seethe, ropes pulling taut as you lean forward in the chair.

he’s back in your line of sight now, brandishing a large knife.

“you’re only making it harder on yourself, love,” he tuts, and then he’s swinging the knife down, right onto one of your fingers.

you scream as the blade cuts right through skin and bone. your teeth dig into your lip, drawing blood as you refuse to give him more of a reaction. it fucking hurts, but you’ll be damned if you let yourself cry.

“feel like talking now?” he asks, watching as half of your left pinky finger falls to the floor.

“or should we take off another?”

you look up at him, hoping he can see the hatred in your eyes as you speak your next words. “you could take the fucking hand off and I’d still have nothing to tell you.”

“let’s see how true that is then, eh?” he replies, and raises the knife again. he’s about to swing, when someone comes running into the room.

“ghost!”

it’s johnny. he’s obviously winded as he stops beside simon, dropping his hands to his knees as he struggles for breath.

“what, mactavish? im busy.”

“they’re—” he gasps. “they’re not— the— rat.” he says between breaths.

the room goes impossibly still. so quiet you swear you could hear the men’s heartbeats (or maybe that pounding in your ears was your own).

“you sure?” simon’s voice is softer as he lowers the knife and turns to johnny. the younger man nods, his eyes trained on you. you can see the regret in them, the sorrow.

“it’s fucking shepard.”

it’s not funny, but at the news, you burst into laughter. the men stare at you in confusion, but you can’t stop.

you’re laughing so hard you’re crying, and they’re just standing there.

“are you alrigh’?” johnny’s asking as he moves towards you. he’s fully recovered his breath now, and he drops to a crouch to be eye level with you.

you don’t answer— you can’t. you keep laughing. distantly, you hear the knife simon was holding clatter to the ground. can just make out the sound of more footsteps out in the hallway, coming towards the room.

you pass out.

when you wake up again, you’re in the infirmary. your eyes open slowly, adjusting to the bright fluorescent lights.

“easy, love,” a voice to your right drawls.

your eyes are fully open now. you look down at yourself, noticing the lack of bindings. noticing the iv taped to your arm, the stitched cuts, the black and blue bruises, the missing fingernails and missing finger.

the person sitting next to you clears his throat. that’s when you look up and meet the eyes of your captain.

your captain. the man who was supposed to lead you, to keep you safe. what a fucking joke. he’d started the damn witch hunt.

“how d’you feel?” he asks, his words soft, like he’s trying not to scare off a timid animal.

you stare at him for a beat. then two. then you’re moving, pulling the iv from your arm and shakily pushing yourself up in the bed. price is telling you to stop, reaching out to push you back down, but you slap at his hands.

“get the fuck off me!” you shout, and that takes him aback. he stops, frozen, as he watches you shift in the bed. you throw your legs over the side of it and prepare yourself to stand.

“you really shouldn’t—” he begins after he’s regained his senses, but you pay him no mind. you place your feet on the ground and start to stand. your legs wobble, almost give out, but you’re able to stand. barely.

“shut up,” you growl, stumbling forward and towards the exit. he’s moving to cut you off, and you slide him a gaze that’s sharper than a knife. “and leave me the fuck alone.”

he halts again. he seems almost scared of you— but that can’t be right. even on your best days, he would still beat you in hand-to-hand combat.

he’s not scared of your threats or your frail body. he’s scared of what he’s done to you.

just then, johnny and gaz come through the infirmary doors.

“cap, y’alright? we heard yellin’—” johnny begins, but his mouth snaps shut at the sight of you out of bed.

you’re heaving from your spot next to the bed. your legs are shaking violently, threatening to give out any second. you feel nauseous and numb.

“let’s get you back into bed,” gaz says, and he starts towards you, but you stop him as your gaze snaps to his.

“don’t come any fucking closer. any of you.”

“bonnie,” johnny murmurs. he sounds miserable, but you don’t care. don’t give a fuck about how any of them feel.

“don’t. im leaving,” you grunt out, moving a foot forward slowly. you’d be damned if you fell in front of them.

“you can’t, love. you’re in no shape to be walking.” john says, and you snarl.

“and whose fault is that?”

the men stay silent as they watch you slowly shuffle towards the foot of the bed. you’re bracing yourself to walk on your own when simon walks in.

“get back in bed,” his tone is blunt. you ignore him.

you remove your hand from the bed, move to take a step forward without support, and you begin to crumple to the floor.

simon moves forward, quick as a cat, and catches you. he lifts you into his arms bridal style, and you’re screaming hysterically. your limbs are flailing the best they can in such a battered state. you’re in fight-or-flight mode, your body betraying your desire to put up a steely front.

your palms slap against simon’s upper body and his masked face. he gives no reaction. he doesn’t say anything. the others are watching the exchange silently. the room is buzzing with tension.

“get off me!” you screech, landing a slap to simon’s cheek. “let me— let me go! let me go!” you’re gasping for breath, tears streaming down your cheeks. you’re panicking. your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest.

“put me down! get— get— off me! stop—” you sob.

the doctor rushes into the room then, yelling at the men for allowing you out of bed. you can’t make out what she’s saying over the rush of blood in your ears. you feel light-headed. you can’t breathe.

“put them down, now!” the doctor yells at simon. “they’re having a panic attack— I thought I told you four to stay away from them? they’re too vulnerable right now—” the doctor is chastising them as simon places you back in the bed.

spots are dancing in your vision. you don’t even feel it when the doctor sticks another needle into your arm. the words being exchanged above your head are muffled. it’s like you’re underwater.

john’s face comes into view, then johnny’s, then gaz’s. as your eyes start to close, you notice the only face you don’t see again is simon’s.

when you wake up again, it’s been two weeks.

the doctor had put you into a medically induced coma to allow your more serious wounds time to heal, without risking another episode. unbeknownst to you, the members of your team had stayed by your bedside almost the entire time— minus simon. he hadn’t come within ten feet of the infirmary since the day of your panic attack.

there’s fresh flowers on the bedside table. a steady beeping of the heart monitor. a fuzzy feeling in your head.

it feels like a dream, all of it does. none of it feels real as you settle into your body again. but then the hurt starts, and you remember the truth.

your family betrayed you. your lover betrayed you. they locked you up and tortured you. they didn’t believe you.

when the doctor came to your side to check your iv, she smiled.

“how’re you feeling?”

you look up at her, and it takes a moment for you to speak.

“don’t,” you begin. your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. “don’t let them…in here. don’t…wanna see them.”

the doctor nods in understanding, and she doesn’t say anything else to you. she turns and walks out of the room.

the door clicks shut behind her. she lets out a sigh before turning around to face the three men.

“they don’t want to see you.” she tells them, and their expressions drop. they don’t protest, and like wounded puppies, they walk off.

no one else comes to check on you for a few hours.

you’re in and out of consciousness— can’t tell what’s real and what’s a dream. flashes of your torture come back to you. flashes of a smile. of a scarred face. of hands on your hips and—

you crack your eyes open, and the room is dark. the only light is the blinking of some of the machines. it illuminates the room enough to allow you to see a large, dark figure slip from the room. the door clicks shut so quietly it’s almost imperceptible.

that’s when you notice fresh flowers on the bedside table.

your eyes start to droop once more, and you chalk up whatever you just saw to a dream, while simon exhales heavily on the other side of the infirmary door.

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authors note:

I hope this alright! it’s one in the morning (and I’m half asleep writing this) so I apologize for the errors that are most likely present, and the sense this most likely lacks. I feel like I could write a whole book about this idea, but im cutting myself off to sleep lol.

thank you for the ask, I hope I did your idea justice. 🫶

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