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appleblueberry-pie · 2 months

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Yandere Miguel asks? Alright

Miguel who's already lost his daughter Gabriella and his wife when he messed up the Canon and the universe got destroyed. He's doing his little thing in the spider society when he finds a universe nearly identical to the one that got destroyed, the one where he replaced himself.

Only, in this universe, (Y/n) and Gabriella are meant to die instead of that universe's Miguel.

I imagine Miguel would tell himself a lot of excuses and rationalizations before bringing those two back to his universe (probably with a permanent form of a day pass). A little white lie to them won't also hurt.

Its a plot I've been wanting to write for awhile (as a fellow Yan author) but I've put writing on the back burner so I wanted to share this idea and see how'd you approach it :)

I'll be honest, I didn't feel like writing the entire backstory for what you want(which I usually would), but I went to straight action.

BLOOD MOON

He thought things would get easier from here. He thought he could finally come home, relax, see his beautiful and amazing wife, along with his precious baby girl. Because he's worked too hard in this lifetime. Too many short days and long nights, too many sacrifices made to keep himself and others safe. Too many deaths. Too many losses. Too many remembrances and forgotten memories. He just wanted it all to end. And he thought it did. Because he finally found you guys. Here you were standing before him with those gorgeous eyes he always got lost in. Telling him about his daughter and your day. So why were your words so venomous?

"I can't do this anymore." He kissed you on the forehead and closed the front door behind him. He walked past you and placed his work items on the table. "What was that, dear?" You stared at him as if he grew two heads. "We can't stay here forever, Miguel." He shuffles to get one shoe off before he finally comprehends your words. His face falls and he looks over at you. He had told you it was all in the past. Why are you bringing up old news? "Can't stay here?" He quotes you as if you said a joke. Your face twists into one of anger and you walk over to him.

"You know what I mean. Holding us here with no real motive besides keeping us for your own sick fucking pleasures. We're not pets, Miguel-" "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where is this coming from? Pets?? Y/n, what are you talking about? I've never treated you like any kind of animals, you're my wife-"

"I don't know you!!" The growing silence allows you both hear the creak of a door opening from afar and Miguel begins to stare at you as if you mentioned something taboo. As if you're stupid. "Let's talk about this later." Miguel turns his back to you to go your shared bedroom. "No, I'm not going to talk about this later, Miguel, we're not from here! Look, I don't know what you want, or even who you are. But...you can't just-" Miguel feels his irritation that build up all day begin to rise again. His shoulders tense the more you talk, and your daughter peeking out her bedroom to witness this wasn't helping.

He turns to face you again, almost seeming to crowd over you. "I am your husband. I am your husband! I've given you everything you needed. I gave you a place to call home, a better home. You don't have to live off of minimum wage anymore. And finally, your daughter has a father figure to watch after her, aren't you happy?? Because I sure am! Gaby's been so happy now and so have you. Why can't you just.....appreciate the things I've sacrificed for the both of you???"

You scrunch your face and take a step back. This stranger suddenly spouting bullshit to you about your killed husband and saying that the two of you being in a random different universe is a blessing?? You're confused and scared and would rather live where you used to than wherever this foreign place is. He was beginning to piss you off. ".....How dare you?" Miguel raises his eyebrows when he notices your tone. "How dare you? My husband is fucking dead......You stole us away from home and now you're saying that whatever this shitshow is, is a blessing?" "Mommy?"

You shake your head and jab your finger into his chest. "You don't know the first thing about me." "I know you love teaching Gaby piano, I know you love going out on walks when the sun is setting, I know you love letting me drive you to places, I know you love when I cook you dinner, I know where you used to work, where you want to work, I know when you first told me you were pregnant with our babygirl, I have your vows memorized and I know that you love me. I know that you love me, so why don't you just let me love you, hermosa?" Miguel had backed you into a door and gently cradled your face into his hands. He softly whispers to you as if trying to snap you back into reality, as if it wasn't setting in the moment you realized this psycho was obsessed with you two.

"I would never, ever hurt you. I do everything for our family, nothing else. My two girls are the only things on my mind all day when I'm at work. And to come back home to you is everything I could ask for. And if there was anything else I could ask for, is for you to love me back. Please." He had gestured your daughter out of her bedroom and she ran into his arms. He smiled down at her, making her worried face shift into one of relief. Miguel laughs and kisses her forehead lovingly. You want to kill this man for ever putting his hands on you and your daughter. You failed to keep your girl safe and now she was in the hands of a monster she believed to be her dead daddy. Your worst fucking nightmare come true. Calling out to her and making her come to your side wouldn't save her. Attempting to kill him wouldn't save her because then the both of you would be stuck wherever you were. All you wanted was for her to live a normal life, and not even the universe could give you that. What were you gonna do?

Miguel noticed your blank face and sent Gaby away, grabbing your hand gently. You let him. He hugs you and whispers into your ear. "I'm done talking about this. You clearly need sleep." You look up at him, glaring, yet he continues to stare down at you with adoration. He leaves no room for argument as he opens the bedroom door to lead you in.

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ellephlox · 2 years

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Obstinacy

Summary: You get sick and refuse to let Matt help you because you don’t want him to get sick, too — the question is, how long can you keep him away?

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: Some gross pneumonia descriptions, light swearing, nothing else!

A/N: So I’ve been away for awhile, and I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been trying to write my own book and I finished the second draft, so taking the time for fan fiction has been on the back burner lately. But of course with the RETURN OF OUR BELOVED KING on She-Hulk, I had to take the time to write something because IM STILL FREAKING OUT GUYS MATT IS BACK AND HES SO AMAZING AND HOT AND ALLSKJF LSDKFJLSKDJFLSDK

You felt the chest pain on your way home from work — the kind that arrived out of nowhere, as though it dropped from the sky into your lungs, and seriously made you wonder how colds were able to work that quickly.

Of course, maybe it wasn’t a cold. You kept your hopes up as you cooked dinner, testing your chest a few times with a few large intakes of breath, but each time was the same result: a small tickle in the back, like a little voice saying, Hey, I’m here, and you’re going to be miserable for the next couple of days!

Which really stunk, if you were being honest. It was getting towards mid-October and you were hoping to carve pumpkins with Matt or do some other corny autumn activity that every other normal couple did in the city. Not that you two weren’t normal. But other couples didn’t really have to contend with the whole I’ll-see-you-later-honey-after-I-beat-up-some-bad-guys-tonight, and you figured it must make movie nights a lot more frequent for most people than it did for you and Matt. That was another thing on your list, too — watching a horror movie to get into the Halloween spirit.

“I’m not into horror movies,” Matt had said when you’d pitched the idea to him. “Audio commentary kind of kills the whole scary aspect.”

“Then you’re watching the wrong movies. I don’t mean movies with gallons of blood and cheap jump scares. I mean psychological horrors, the kinds that make you stay awake at night because they’re that freaky. We’re doing it, Murdock, whether you want to or not.”

Whether you want to or not, however, didn’t include the extenuating circumstances of getting sick.

It took longer than usual to get up the stairs to your apartment. You felt so drained that you wouldn’t have minded showering and then crashing into bed, if you weren’t hungry. The wind rattled at your windows as you cooked a big pot of rice, enough to last the next few days. You’d bought fixings yesterday to make a homemade curry with it, but one look at your pantry and you scrapped those plans in exchange for half a jar of pesto with a dubious expiration date on it. Matt wasn’t supposed to be over until after seven in the evening, thanks to the unforgiving hours of lawyering, but you called him as you stirred the pesto in with the rice.

“I was wondering when you’d call,” he said. His voice was lighthearted.

“Hi,” you said, as casually as possible. “How was your day?”

“I officially reduced the pile of paperwork on my desk from ten inches high to eight inches high, so I’d call it a success. You at your place?”

“Yeah. Hey, I wanted to let you know that I think I’m coming down with something, so maybe you should stay at your own place tonight.” Before Matt could ask, you added, “I’m fine. Just one of the colds that’s going around. But I’d feel horrible if you got it.”

“What about the pumpkins?”

“Pumpkins can wait. I haven’t even bought them yet.”

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed, and your stomach flipped. What a way to boost my self-esteem that he actually likes me. “How about we just don’t share sodas, then?”

You frowned. “Last time this happened, I told you to stay away from me and then you just ended up kissing me. The next day, lo and behold, you started coughing. So, no. Not happening.”

“You kissed me, if I remember correctly.”

“Excuse me? What kind of a lawyer are you? That’s gaslighting, sir.”

He continued, ignoring you. “Maybe I’ll just hear some suspicious noises coming from your apartment tonight. And then I’ll have to investigate, because it’s my civic duty as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. And when I see a beautiful girl, sitting on the couch and pathetically eating rice and pesto alone, I’ll just have to join her. Accidentally, of course.”

“What I’m interpreting from that is that you go cuddle up with any girl that you find eating alone in her apartment.”

“What I’m interpreting is that Matt says he’s doing all these dangerous things at night but really he’s just chilling out while enjoying the lavish praise of being a local superhero,” Foggy said, his voice distant in the background.

You snorted. “Am I on speakerphone?”

“No,” Foggy answered, sounding far too cheerful for someone working far beyond sunset. “Matt just keeps his phone volume weirdly high for someone who supposedly has super-hearing.”

“I do have super-hearing, Foggy.”

“Then how are you not shattering your eardrums? Between your phone volume and crashing at girls’ apartments to eat rice and pesto, I’m really doubting this whole Daredevil façade,” Foggy said.

“Anyway,” Matt cut in, “I’ll pop in tonight, just to bring over some food and meds. Do you want anything specific?”

“Matt, really. I don’t want you catching this. And it’s late, you should get home and actually get some sleep for once. I’m fine, it just feels like a cold.” You would have elaborated, but your chest decided to seize at that moment, and you had to trail off quickly before it became apparent in your voice.

He sort of listened to you that night. He had swung by (through the window? Or with the spare key you’d given him? There was no way to know) and dropped off food, but it was while you were asleep, and it looked as though he’d only gone into the kitchen then left.

You’d only found the food when you wandered in blearily at three in the morning, sweating and freezing at the same time. There was no point for the thermometer; a fever was obvious and you didn’t particularly care what the number was. The cough was worse, though. It made it hard to fall back asleep — every few seconds you’d feel as though your lungs were spasming, and the back of your throat felt as though it had been bitten by fire ants.

Sirens rang in the distance. You hoped it wasn’t for something Matt was involved in; not because you didn’t trust him to handle it, but because it was three in the morning and you’d kick his ass if he wasn’t sleeping at this point.

Then the headache hit you. Maybe you wouldn’t be kicking his ass anytime soon.

The pressure was enough to make you stumble into the counter as you rummaged for a glass of water. Everything about your arms felt off, as though your muscles had been crushed into powder, and you misjudged your grasp on the glass. It fell, crashing to the floor and skating outwards like a nebula of knives. Automatically you reached for the paper towels, and in your haze you stepped forward.

Barefooted.

Glass crunched under your foot and you swore, not at the pain but at your own stupidity. It took another half an hour to bandage up the bottom of your foot and at that point you were too exhausted to finish cleaning up the glass.

When you woke up next, sun was filtering through your curtains and your mouth was as dry as though you’d swallowed ten cotton swabs. Dazed, you picked up your phone, and squinted at the notifications; one missed call from Matt and a followup text. Quickly you sent him an I’m okay message and then fell back onto your pillow.

The fever felt worse. Goosebumps ran up and down your legs, but you were simultaneously sweaty under your sheets, so you threw them off to go shower. Only then did you remember the glass you’d stepped on because your foot protested angrily as soon as you placed it onto the carpet.

Hopping was the only option remaining, and that expended just about every ounce of energy you’d garnered while sleeping, so that you just about collapsed against the bathroom wall, wheezing, by the time you’d made it. And of course that was when your phone rang, so you hopped back to your room, and barely made it in time before it went to voicemail.

“Hello?” you croaked.

“That’s all I need to hear. I’m coming over.”

“I... what?”

“Yeah. You sound terrible, Y/N.” Matt’s voice was overly concerned, and you didn’t like it at all; you could practically feel the pity coming off of him. At least, it felt like pity. And that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Matt, not only will I personally make you rue the day that you step foot in here while I’m sick, but—” You broke off, coughing, and wincing at the same time because you could imagine Matt’s expression on the other end.

“I don’t like talking to you over the phone,” he said in a low voice. “I hate not hearing your heartbeat, hearing your lungs, feeling your temperature. You’re being overruled. I’m coming.”

“Don’t you have to be at the court today?”

“Not until ten.”

Defeated, you flung the phone on the other side of the room. That conversation sucked out everything you had, and you gave up on the idea of taking a shower. The bed looked much more comfortable. It didn’t help that your breaths were getting alarmingly short, and it was difficult to draw in anything more than a quick inhale. Your eyes were closed for about five seconds before they popped back open.

Matt was coming. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You went to the windows and locked them all, then crossed to the front door. He had a spare key, but you also had a bolt, and you slid it across, feeling somewhat proud of yourself for having made the trek to the entryway. The bar is very, very low at this point.

You’d run a marathon right now before letting Matt get anywhere near you. That resolve was the only thing penetrating the fog around your head, and you double-checked the windows again. It wasn’t as though he’d be leaping and climbing up to them, anyway; he was coming from the office, and would therefore be in his lawyer suit. With the number of people down on the streets and the broad daylight, Matt would be hard-pressed to make it up to your fire escape without the newspaper headline being BLIND ACROBAT BREAKING AND ENTERING IN HELL’S KITCHEN the next day.

Sure enough, ten minutes later Matt was outside your door, and his sharp rap on the door did nothing to make you move. You sat at the counter, sipping on some water, and shook your head. “Nope. Not happening.”

“Y/N, I can hear the crackling in your lungs,” he said, his patience more intact than you would have expected. He thinks he’s going to win.

“My lungs aren’t crackling. They’re just... not feeling so hot.” Now overly-conscious of your breathing, you tried to make your breaths smoother and less obviously sick.

There was a pause on the other side of the door. “You’ve got too fast of a heartbeat. Unlock the bolt or I’ll kick the door down.”

“Yeah, my heart’s racing, because there’s a man threatening to kick my door down,” you said, and feeling inspired, you clicked the on button of the remote next to you. The television flashed to life, showing the weather report, and you turned the volume up. Take that, Matt. “See? No more lung crackling or racing heartbeats.”

The only issue was that now you could hardly hear him. You barely made out his next sentence, it was so faint on the other side of the door. “I can still hear both, you know,” he said, muffled. “You know how many televisions there are in the average block of apartments that I have to filter out every single night?”

“Shit.” You shut the television off. “Listen away, then. It’s not going to change anything because I’m not letting you in.”

“I wasn’t kidding about kicking the door down.”

"And I’m not kidding about not letting you in. Plus, you’d have some tough questions to answer when my neighbors report you for kicking down my door, Devil Man.”

“Why won’t you accept help when you need it? You really need a doctor.”

“Hypocrite,” you said under your breath, relishing the fact that he could hear you.

“I can hear you.” Just as you’d expected. “And what I do is irrelevant to the fact that you’re currently sitting in your apartment with what’s probably pneumonia.”

“Oh, it’s not pneumonia,” you said dismissively, though you felt awful enough that he was probably right. At least, your lungs seemed to concur with that diagnosis, and as if to verbally agree with him you coughed, wheezing and choking for air.

“If I didn’t have to be at the court in half an hour, I’d go home and get into the suit just to have an excuse to come through your window right now.” Matt was pissed, that was for sure. There was a dangerous undertone to his voice, softened only by that ever-present concern in what he was saying.

“I know, Matt.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s a lost cause, alright? Tomorrow I’ll be feeling a lot better and then maybe — maybe — I’ll let you come in. And that’s if we keep all the windows open for fresh air and—”

“Why do I smell your blood?”

You glanced down at your foot. Traitor. It had stopped bleeding ages ago, but you should’ve changed the bandage again one more time before Matt showed up. “I’m... doing acupuncture. On myself.”

“Y/N.”

“Fine. I made a blood oath and pricked my thumb to assure myself that I will never, ever let you catch a sickness from me.”

“In ten seconds this door is coming down unless you tell me. And if you could hear my heartbeat, you’d know I’m not lying.”

“Fine! I just stepped on some glass, okay? But my foot is fine, it’s seen worse days. I mean, you should’ve seen that time that I got a pedicure and the lady told me my heels were the most cracked she’d seen in a long time.” You were rambling, and that wasn’t a good idea, because it made you lose your breath and then you were gasping for air.

After another five minutes of arguing that ended only when you swore to call the doctor if you got any worse, he left, grumbling that Foggy would kill both of you if he was late for court, and that was the only reason he was giving up — “temporarily”.

Only when it was too late did you realize that was a mistake, and that you should have let him help.

It was past two in the afternoon when you woke up from a nap, and every muscle in your body felt as though it were frozen. You were trembling slightly from the cold, but couldn’t muster the energy to even sit up and grab the blanket at the foot of your bed. It was difficult to swallow, and you clutched at your throat, certain that someone must be standing over you and clasping their hands around your neck, but there was no one there.

“Matt,” you whispered, expecting him to be there, or to hear you, but there was no one. Taking slow breaths, you tried to calm down on your own. One, two, three. One, two, three. All you could manage were short, raspy breaths that hardly got enough air, and your head pounded. Blindly you reached out for your glass of water, and nearly dropped it again, your hands were shaking so much. The feeling of your lips against the rim was like pressing a dried sponge to the edge of a bowl and the water tasted sour in your mouth.

And then you tried swallowing. It was as though someone had blocked up your throat, because you couldn’t swallow, and you gasped, heart racing as panic flooded through you; for a moment you couldn’t breathe and then you finally coughed up the water, chest heaving from the sharpness of each cough. You grabbed a tissue, hacking into it for at least another thirty seconds, and finally a glob of mucus came up and your airway cleared up just enough that you could breathe a bit more.

You almost tossed the tissue to the floor without looking at it, but a flash of red caught your eye.

Blood. In the mucus.

That was the tipping point for you. Didn’t people die shortly after coughing up blood in the movies? That was how it went. A character coughs, looks into their hand, and then resignedly tucks it away without the other characters seeing. It was like the knoll of death, ringing in your ears.

You hardly knew what you were doing as you dialed Matt’s number, not even thinking about what you were tapping into your phone but allowing muscle memory to guide you.

“Hello?” He picked up almost immediately.

“Matt—” You started to speak his name, but halted; it was too painful. Dropping your voice to a whisper, you started over. “Matt, I think I need you here.”

“What? What is it?”

“I’m—” You glanced down at the tissue. Literally dying here? That was a surefire way to make Matt have a heart attack. “I’m not doing so well. I might take you up on your offer to help.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be over in five minutes. Did you call the doctor already?”

“No.” The thought of calling the doctor was exhausting on its own.

Matt seemed to notice that. “I’ll call,” he assured you. “Can you breathe alright?”

“Not really.” Tears were spiking in your eyes and you brushed them away. “I just coughed and... there was some blood in it.” You wheezed for breath, the drawing in of air rattling everything inside of you and getting caught at the top of your throat.

“I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“But—”

“No, sweetheart. You need a real doctor. I’ll be over in a minute.”

Somehow you must have fallen asleep again, because Matt was lifting you from the bed and you wrapped your arms around him. “Can’t breathe,” you whispered, gasping for breath.

“I know. I can hear your lungs,” Matt said, voice strained. “I’ve got a cab waiting on the street. Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?”

“I... I can walk.” You slung an arm around him and made your way slowly out of the room, limping with every step on your bandaged foot. Matt, to his credit, allowed you to do what you could. His tie was loosened and his suit jacket was gone, but he still wore a button-down, tucked into his pants.

“Bet you won your case, then,” you whispered, hardly even aware of what was coming out of your mouth. “No one can... say no to this.”

“This?”

“Hm. This.” You meant to nod up and down at Matt, but it came across as more of a head shake. “You.”

And then your assertion that you could walk proved difficult to fulfill, so you redirected your efforts to not face-planting in your living room, despite the strong, steady hands Matt kept on you the entire time. Once you reached your stairs he took over for the most part; your feet were hardly touching the ground with the amount of support he was giving.

That was where your memory cut out. You must have passed out, because the next time you opened your eyes, it was in the hospital bed, and Matt was reading next to you, his long gaze fixed on the wall in front of him as his fingers danced over the text.

“Hi,” you whispered lamely. Everything about you was groggy and it was hard enough just to focus on him.

Him. Only he could look handsome in a hospital. At some point he’d exchanged the suit for a tee shirt and sweats, and his hair stuck out at every angle possible. You wondered vaguely if he’d come from Fogwell’s.

He set the book down, relief evident on his face. “Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?”

You ignored his question. “How do you always manage to look good?”

He nudged you. “I should be the one asking you that.”

“That’s... the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. Even if you weren’t blind, it’d be a lie.” You closed your eyes, then opened them again. The ceiling was too white. “What happened?”

"Aspiration pneumonia.”

“Hm?”

“You have aspiration pneumonia,” he said. “Which just happens to be a type of pneumonia that’s not contagious.”

You meditated on this. “So?”

“So you could’ve let me into your apartment, that whole time,” he said, looking distinctly indignant, and it was enough to make you laugh. The laugh was short-lived, because it quickly transformed into a wracking cough that made your entire chest throb, but Matt was on his feet in an instant, holding your hand.

Only when the coughing stopped did you remember the bolt on your door. “Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“How’d you get in?”

“Broke down the door, like I promised.”

“Are... are you serious? What about the neighbors?”

He laughed. “You know, breaking down a door isn’t incriminating evidence that I’m Daredevil. I told them you were having an emergency, and when they saw you, they believed me.”

“They saw me?” You didn’t remember an audience when Matt was helping you out of the apartment.

“Well, you were taking your sweet time on the stairs, and coughing loudly enough for anyone in a mile radius to hear you, so yeah, they wanted to see what was happening.”

You buried your face in your hands. “That’s just great. And now, what, is my apartment wide open for anyone to go in?”

“No, I called in a favor with Foggy, and he’s hanging out there until someone can come in and fix it.”

“Even better. Now I’m indebted to Foggy.”

Matt smiled coyly. “Oh, and I should mention—”

“Oh, no. What?”

“—that there’s something else you’ll love about all of this.”

“Stop smiling like that. Why are you smiling like that?”

“Aspiration pneumonia is commonly associated with the institutionalized elderly. In other words, it’s a nursing home problem.”

“A nursing home problem?”

“A nursing home problem,” he confirmed. “I was thinking that maybe for your next birthday I could get you fitted for dentures.”

“Hilarious. Really, so funny. You really should have been a comedian. I swear to you that the next time you get sick, I’m going to make fun of you and you’ll never hear the end of it. Got it?”

He grinned and squeezed your hand. “Murdocks don’t get sick.”

“That is the second biggest lie I’ve ever heard. I seem to recall that time you projectile-vomited off of the Ferris wheel.”

“Because I was motion-sick, not sick-sick.”

Your eyelids were already getting heavy just from the five-minute conversation. You beckoned him closer and leaned onto his shoulder, pressing yourself into his warmth. He smelled like fresh deodorant and coffee. “Pumpkin carving as soon as I can leave?”

“Definitely,” he said, placing your fingers onto the pulse that drummed under his wrist. “And this time, I’m not lying.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #Daredevil #daredevil x reader #marvel #MCU #hurt/comfort #reader #reader insert

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mediocreanomaly · 10 months

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Vashwood x Reader Soulmate AU

Authors note: I eventually want to make this into an actual drabble but for now have the basics, that being said! I don’t know how the “your soulmate can feel your pain” au isn’t more popular in the Trigun fandom, think about all that untapped angst...

Other Parts Here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 3 (Alt. End)

•When Rem first tells Vash about soulmates he has stars in his eyes. There's something comforting about the idea that the universe has already hand picked the perfect person for you

•That is until Rem continues by telling Vash how people find their soulmates

• “Rem? How do you know when someone is your soulmate?” “Well...like this!” Rem pinches Vash and Vash pouts, “what’d you do that for!”

•That’s when he learns pain is transferred between soulmates. Luckily, injuries where not, but feeling a broken bone seemed just as bad as having one to Vash. In fact Vash thought the whole thing was kinda...mean. He didn’t want to cause someone pain! Which meant for a few days the idea plagued his mind

•Until Knives is...well Knives.

• “Nai? Do you worry about hurting your soulmate?” “What are you talking about?” “You know, do you feel bad that you might hurt your soulmate?” “Vash soulmates are a human thing, when have you ever heard of a plant having a soulmate? Stop thinking about stuff like that” “oh...”

•To be fair, Nai did think he was helping his brother by consoling his worries but ironically it just makes Vash feel worse. Despite the guilt he felt about potentially hurting his soulmate, knowing he just straight up doesn’t have one stings a bit

•After that Vash just kinda...forgets about it. I mean obviously he knows soulmates exist and every once in awhile he might get slightly bummed but he knows it’s for the best, especially after the fall. He’s got too much on his plate so the whole concept just stays on the back burner

•Then we jump forward a couple years (a century lmao) Vash does not think he has a soulmate, as such he’s just as careless with his body as our normal Vash is. He’s missing his arm (thanks Knives) he’s still covered in scars and he has no issue taking bullets for random bystanders because that’s who he is, and unlike the humans he doesn’t have a soulmate so who cares? (oh honey you got a big storm comin)

•Then it happens, Vash is just doing his thing when a blinding pain runs through him. It feels like his veins are on fire, like he’s being torn apart and put back together. He has to hunker down in a shitty motel for awhile because it feels so bad

•Thing is Vash actually doesn’t put the pieces together for awhile. He’s gone this long without a soulmate so it doesn’t instantly click that he could be feeling someone elses pain, he just assumes everything he’s done on Gunsmoke the last century is finally catching up with him

•These pains keep coming back though, to the point where Vash eventually does go see Brad thinking this is either a “him neglecting his body” thing or a plant thing

•It’s neither. he’s a dumbass. Brad has to tell him it sounds like a soulmate thing considering he’s about as good in health as Vash can be. Vash argues the point for a little bit but the longer he thinks about it...

•Self lothing to the extreme. This man had purposely taken bullets, stabs, burns you name it to prevent others from getting hurt, but the whole time he’s been hurting someone?

•Here’s the thing though, obviously whoever he’s paired with has it rough too if the random blinding pains are anything to go by. Suddenly feeling like his body is being torn apart, feeling like he’s being pumped full of bullets, feeling like he’s being twisted like a rag doll, there's a weird sort of...comfort, in the fact that at least his soulmate is getting a bit of revenge on him, even if that’s not the intention

•Then he meets Wolfwood. Now no matter what variation of their meeting you’re going with I don’t think it would take very long at all for them to realize their soulmates. I mean have you seen these two? Whether it’s Vash feeling Wolfwood get hit by a car, Wolfwood feeling Vash slam into a wall, or one of them getting shot, they’ll have a moment of “no fucking way” soon enough

•Wolfwood...is mad. Mostly because Vash in a way made his life hell. Do you know what it’s like to be eight years old and feeling like you have a bullet in your side? To feel like you’ve just fallen off a roof? It’s brutal.

•Vash profusely apologizes (and cries) explaining to Wolfwood his situation. Wolfwood, after cooling down and getting bombarded by Vash’s puppy dog eyes, relents. Besides it’s not like he didn’t get his fair share of punches in, what the Eye of Michael did to him wasn’t exactly fun

•The two of them become alot closer alot faster, I mean their soulmates how could they not? It’s comforting to the two of them. One, here’s the person they know 100% will always have their back, something neither of them have had in a long time. Second, they are the only two who understand each others pain...literally. Wolfwood has felt every time Vash has sacrificed himself before others, Vash has felt the childhood that was ripped away from Wolfwood, they know each other on a level no one else can.

•That is until a year later. The two of them are in a relationship now, and they both try to be more mindful of the other. For example, Vash dives in front of less gunfire and Wolfwood doesn’t just tank whatever's coming at him. Although, they both recognize they have high pain tolerances, so when push comes to shove...they still get their fair share of wounds.

•One day they’re bickering at each other while setting up camp, nothing serious, it’s something stupid that they both don’t actually care about. Wolfwoods grumbling about something while he lays out sleeping bags and Vash remembers when Rem first taught him about soulmates and pinched his arm. With a shit eating grin...a plan forms

•Vash pinches his own arm. He’s a little shit when he wants to be and Wolfwood snaps his head up when he feels the sting on his arm and just like that...it’s on. Wolfwood reaches for his own arm and and pinches which...Vash returns with a another pinch

•They think it’s hilarious, the two of them pinching each other (themselves?) trading banter when suddenly...they feel a sharp pinch high on their arms, but...they’re looking at each other and neither of them did that.

•So they do it again as an experiment, this time they choose a specific spot on their arms so they know if they feel pain anywhere else, what they feel is real. They press down hard and again an annoyed pinch shoots through their shoulder.

•Now let’s get this straight, having more than one soulmate isn’t impossible, it’s just extremely rare. As for not realizing they had a third soulmate...well a normal person would have. You’ve gotten your fair share of injuries but you need to put it into context. When you wake up sore, when you stub your toe, when you jam your thumb in a door, the boys don’t really think anything of it. They wake up sore all the time, my foot hurts? probably from the recovering broken bone there. My face hurts? a bounty hunter pistol whipped me the other day of course it hurts.

•With this realization...Vash is in near hysterics. He turns to Wolfwood all teary eyed and rasp out “Nick...we’re torturing them”

•When it was the two of them they felt like they were even. Vash had his savior complex that ended with his scarred body, Nick had the Eye of Michael who rebuilt him, but you? Whoever you are you weren’t meant for this type of life. You who had been so carful to not get hurt that they hadn’t even known of you existence until right now

•The next few days will be a bit rough, they are both are pretty hard on themselves despite the fact it’s not really their fault. Vash will look like a kicked puppy replaying every time he’d gotten hurt in his head. Nick will retreat within himself, smoking alone a lot more and whatever he’s thinking about would be impossible to get out of him

•Once they realize self pity won’t help anyone they get themselves together and discuss how to handle the situation. It’s hard to find soulmates off of pain alone, it’s honestly a miracle that Vash and Wolfwood ended up finding each other

•But who knows? They travel a lot, their sure to bump into you eventually right?

•One thing is for sure, once they find you, once they meet you...they won’t let you go. In their eyes they’ve caused you a lifetime worth of pain already so once they get ahold of you it stands to reason that they’ll just have to give you enough pleasure to counter balance that...right?

#vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #vashwood x reader #vash x wolfwood x reader #soulmate au #vash x you #wolfwood x you

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astrophileous · 6 months

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Hii 😊 if your up for it could u write an imagine where reader grew up in a musically inclined family and has been hiding it from the bau team but mostly Spencer so he’s never met readers family so when the holidays roll around and readers family comes to visit Spence tells the team he want to meet their family and the team get curious to so they all follow him and show up to readers house to hear their family (reader included) play instruments and singing

(Thank for the consideration 🖤🫡)

Hi anon! First of all, thank you for considering me for this request in the first place, but I regret to inform you that I must reject this request and that I won't be writing anything for it. I will try to explain myself as concisely as possible, but it's still gonna be a long passage so I hope you bear with me. And I encourage my other readers/followers/just fanfic readers in general to read this as well because it's important.

The reason I decided not to write anything for this request is because I just recently stumbled upon a requested fic, written by another author, with an eerily similar plot to this one. There's a chance I'm making a wrong assumption here, but I did ask a friend of mine to compare the two requests, and she also agrees that they are too similar to just be a coincidence. And honestly, I don't appreciate people sending in their requests to me if they're just gonna copy it (with a few tweaks here and there) and send the same ask to another writer's inbox. It's rude. It's disrespectful. And from this point forward, I will be denying ANY request that comes my way if I saw you had already sent the same (or a very similar one) to another author beforehand.

Maybe some of you think this isn't a big deal, but for me, it is. When you send in the same requests to me and multiple other authors, it makes me feel depreciated as a human being. It makes me feel like you view me only as a robot/machine/an AI with no other purpose than to write you fics after fics after fics. I get it, it's harder to perceive someone as another human being when we're all hiding behind our online personas, but just like you and everyone else, all fanfic writers on this platform and I have our own lives. I'm not a fic-producing machine that you can just exchange for another one when you feel like I'm not posting or writing fast enough to your liking.

I know it can be frustrating. I know that some of you might not be as patient to wait longer for authors to publish your requests, but guess what? It's still not an excuse for you to treat us as less than human beings or like we're disposable! Especially when most fanfic writers are doing this FOR FREE. So it shouldn't matter if it takes fanfic writers a week, a month, or a whole year to write something, we still don't owe you anything because it's not like you're paying for us anyway.

I'm a full-time college student in the middle of writing my thesis. I'm running on barely any sleep as it is and as much as I don't want it, writing requests do have to be put on the back burner once in awhile. This is just something you have to accept as fanfic readers. If you can't handle it, then you can literally just take your request to ChatGPT or something and request it to write it for you. I'm not a fan of AI myself, but this is a much better option than just reducing fanfic writers to a fic-producing machine.

So yeah, with that said, I deeply regret that I must deny this request. I'm sorry if I made you wait too long for it, but again, it's still not enough imo to justify what you did. Even if I weren't as busy as I was, requests are still gonna take some time to write—do you know why? Because I always take time to make sure that the contents I post are up to a certain standard. Sometimes I'd even write multiple versions for a request and post one that I deem the best among the others. That's how much I care about the fics I'm putting out even when I'm doing this for free. Fanfic readers tend to forget that the 2000-word stories you managed to finish in a couple of minutes were born out of labors of love that could take DAYS for the writers to complete. And we do it all sometimes without being fairly compensated as well (have you seen the contrast between comments/reblogs and likes for fics in this platform???? It's APPALLING). So really, asking you to please please please not send the same request to different authors should be considered the bare minimum.

In conclusion, I really hope that you can put a stop to this habit for the sake of everyone involved. I'm not saying you shouldn't be sending requests to different authors at the same time, but just make sure that you give us different plots so each writer is given the chance to show off their creativity in their own unique ways. I apologize again if I seemed too hostile in this post, it wasn't my intention at all. Please don't be discouraged from sending another request in the future because of this. I just hope there was something to be learned from what I wrote here. I hope you have a good day! ❤️

#asktrophileous #zaranting #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #fanfic readers

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Secrets.....

Pairing: Loki x plus-size reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating behavior, mild swearing.

Summary: the day of the party arrives, and you try to make sure everything is perfect.

Part 4-

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You finished setting up, one table for the main courses, the other desserts with the cake in the middle. You ran, lighting the burners under the pans to keep everything warm. "Calm down y/n, we have plenty of time." You heard Sarah say. " I'll be calm when this is over." You sighed. "Ah, y/n how are you?" You heard Thor. "Im fine. And you?" You asked running around. "I am well thank you. I must say the cake looks wonderful." He smiled. "Thank you. It took awhile." You laughed. Sarah came up nudging you in the side "Thor you remember sarah." You waved at her "Oh yes of course." He smiled kissing her hand. "How could I forget such a lovely lady." He winked as you rolled your eyes, walking to the dessert table. "Hey doll, when can we eat?" You heard Bucky behind you "you stay away from the cake or I'll stab you." You said turning around. He threw his hand up "ok ok, I won't touch the cake, it looks really good though." He smiled. "Thank you." You nodded.

People started filtering in at exactly seven. Mingling around and grabbing drinks. "Y/n, this looks amazing! No wonder Bucky recommended you." You heard Stark. "Thank you sir." You nodded "nope, call me Tony." He smiled. "I'll have Point Break go grab Reindeer Games and we can get the party started." He said wiggling his hips. "I think he's been hit in the head too much." You whispered to Sarah making her laugh. You looked at Bucky "So, who is reindeer games?" You asked looking at him. "Mm, Thor's brother, the hermit remember?" He said. "Wait..." you started as you heard Thor "he's here!" He bellowed through the room, looking over watching Thor step aside revealing......him.

Your eyes widened as you saw him, his long hair pushed back, wearing a baby blue button up, sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. "Hey doll, you ok?" You heard bucky, snapping you back "uum yes, yes fine. I need to uuhhh check something in the kitchen." You said rushing away. You paced back and forth in the kitchen "I can do this.....I CAN do this...." you told yourself closing your eyes "I can't do this." You tried to rush out when Sarah came in "hey, what's wrong? People are asking about the food." She said holding your shoulders. "I can't Sarah. I just.." you looked down "Yes, you can. You did all of this, you deserve the praise, now get your ass out there." She said sternly. "Hey, aren't I the boss here?" You laughed "in here, we're friends, and as your friend, I'm telling you to get out there!" She said again. "OK, ok." You sighed going back out.

You found a corner to hang back in, trying to be as invisible as possible. Only coming out on the occasion that the food needed stirred. You watched everyone laugh and drink, hearing compliments about the food, you were feeling pretty proud of yourself. You wandered back to your corner as you looked out watching everyone. Sarah was flitting around Thor with her biggest smile, but your eyes always seemed to find Loki. The way he moved, carried himself, he kept drawing you in, demanding your attention. You saw him talking to Thor, pointing at the cake and your heart sped up a bit. What was he saying? Did he hate it? Your thoughts running away with you, when you saw Thor say something back and he smiled, the most beautiful smile you had ever seen.

Music started playing, pulling you out of your trance "y/n, Thor asked me to dance!" Sarah squealed at you. You smiled "well don't make him wait!" You said nudging her, watching her run back to Thor. You leaned against the wall, watching everyone sway back and forth. It felt like every other dance you had been to, always on the outside looking in. "It's usually I who lurks in the shadows." You jumped hearing a voice next to you. "Oh god, hello Loki." You sighed with your hand on your chest. "Hello y/n, why are you hiding over here hmm?" He asked leaning against the wall. "Just staying out of the way. Shouldn't you be dancing, it's your party." You said looking at him. He shrugged "couldn't find the right partner." He turned looking at you, those green eyes boring into you. "Unless...." he said looking down "would you care to dance?" He asked holding his hand out.

"Uuhh.....I don't know...I just....you see...." you felt like your brain was melting as he smiled. "Y/n, as you said, it is my party. Shouldn't I get what I wish?" You looked down at your clothes, still wearing your chef's jacket "but I'm not dressed properly." You said pulling it down. "I don't care what you are wearing y/n." He said holding his hand out again. You sighed defeat, placing your hand in his as he walked you to the dancefloor.

You stood in front of him, looking down "your going to need to look at me darling." You heard. Your eyes drifting up "there we are." He smiled. "I've never done this." You whispered "that's ok, here." He said grabbing your hand, placing it on his shoulder, placing your hand in his, and his other hand on your lower back. "You need to loosen up a bit, your stiff." He said. You looked down as he pulled you into him, watching your feet so you didn't step on him. You felt his finger on your chin "you must look up y/n." He said meeting your eyes smiling. "Thank you y/n, for all of this." He said, tilting his head toward the food. ""It was my pleasure Loki. Did you like it?" You asked "Darling, everything was exquisite." He smiled. "Tell me, did you bring my favorite?" He winked "your cheecake? Yes I did." You laughed. "I may have to name it after you." You smiled looking into his eyes. "The best should be named after the best after all." He shrugged smiling.

The song ended as you stopped and his hands went to his sides, immediately you missed the contact. "Well, I should probably go back." You looked down. "It was a pleasure y/n" he smiled and nodded. You went back to the tables, feeling his eyes on you while you packed up the empty pans, and started breaking things down, leaving only the desserts. "Have you thought of a name for my cake?" You heard next to you. You hummed looking at him "how about.....Mishief....meet your cake?" You both laughed "that's so terrible isn't it?" You asked still laughing. "Well. I quite like it." He laughed. "Well, I'll think about it. Here." You handed him a piece and a fork, your fingers brushing as he grabbed it, sending a shiver down your spine, you looked at him, seeing him staring at you. Did he feel it too? You laughed awkwardly and looked down.

The party was winding down, seeing everyone slowly filtering out. "May I ask you something?" You heard as you packed all your supplies up. Looking up seeing Loki standing over you. "Uummm sure." You said nervously. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to coffee?" He smiled. You looked around seeing no one else "who me?" You asked. "Well yes, of course you." He laughed. You stared at him a minute "have I broke you darling?" He asked tilting his head. "Umm no.....I mean yes.....I mean i......" you sighed looking up at him smirking. "Umm, yes. I'll have coffee with you." You swallowed. "How do I contact you?" He asked "do you have a phone?" You asked as he pulled it out of his pocket. "May i?" You asked as he handed it to you. You typed in your number giving it back to him. "I will call you and set up a time." He smiled. "I'll look forward to it." You smiled, feeling your face heat up

."Oh, do you have a fridge in your room?" You asked "yes, I do." He said, you turned, grabbing the wrapped cheescake "here, just for you." You smiled handing it to him. "Until next time y/n, and thank you again." He smiled grabbing your hand kissing it "until next time Loki." You smiled. You watched him walk out, shaking hands and nodding at people, turning before he went down the hall. Waving at you and winking. You couldn't help waving back as he disappeared down the hall. You packed everything into the van, smiling the entire time. Wondering what coffee with a God would be like.....

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sagau-my-beloved · 10 months

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Hey dude u ok? You didn't post anything for a while. Hope you're doing well :)

Hi! Thank you, I'm doing alright and am here to explain my absence

Basically, I've been gone for about 2 months and the first month was mostly a break cause I went on vacation for a good portion of it out of state

This second month I have really been buckling down on a very big project for this blog that I have been working on, on and off, for about 6 months! It's definitely the biggest thing I've ever done and, right now, my tentative deadline is sometime before August 21st (cause that's when my classes start again). Based on the way things are going, I think that's very possible to meet! So it's definitely something to look forward to!

I won't be giving any information away right now, but I will say that I'm super proud of it already and really excited to put it out there when it is done. It was originally supposed to be a 1000 follower milestone project that got put on hiatus for a few months due to uni stuff, so I've really just been dedicating this summer to completing it. It's something that I've been wanting to do for a long time but couldn't nail down how I wanted to format the idea, and I've only recently really had the time to put in the effort necessary into making it a real thing!

I definitely meant to get around to answering more asks and doing more overall writing, but like I said, this has been taking a good portion of my energy and time, so all of that is on the back burner right now and will be a more consistent thing when this is out

I'll try to be a tad bit more active and not just disappear off the face of the planet for months at a time too, but in, general, I'm going to be mostly away until I get this done and released

So I definitely apologize for my absence and ask everyone to be patient with me for awhile longer, and also a big thank you for everyone who's still around and I hope you'll continue to stick around!

#hey look i'm talking #fr though I'm so excited #I've been working on this for multiple hours every day for weeks now #if i had to put a percentage on it I'd say I'm at least 70 percent done or so #also it's almost this blogs one year anniversary #so that's kinda cool #i don't really have anything planned sadly but I'll probably make a post or something at least #anyway definitely sorry for the ghosting but I'm hoping this will make up for it

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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JESSIE “JR” RAYMOND JR x READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: it’s cookout season yall! I HAD to do it for my man. OUR man. YOUR man is MY MAN! You get it! Took me awhile to sit down and actually write for this king but the fandom up here is dead regardless so it’ll probably flop but this is here! This one’s been on the back burner for forever and my man don’t deserve it so here’s something small this Sunday.

#17. Family BBQ (gone wrong)

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ

The drive back was too quiet for JR’s liking.

Even the transition from Drake’s new album (that Damon couldn’t get enough of—no surprise there, you know light skins they got to stay united and all that. Nonetheless damon tried his oh so hardest to get JR to vibe with it but after a few tracks it became background noise to JR) to now one of JR’s favorite artist, Xavier Omär couldn’t kill the fuming silence that was radiating from beside him. He switched lanes just as the night sky finally bled blue. JR allowed another few moments to pass, slightly humming the lyrics before he knocked his knuckles against your thigh.

“You see how aunt Jackie tried to slip a sock it to me cake to us, after I just told you nobody messes with her food like that?” JR chuckled to himself, trying to break the silence.

Keeping your attention out the window at the blurring Georgia trees you responded, “yeah, she sure took that opportunity to slide a piece since I told her I was allergic to coconut. Which sucks since I know y’all said uncle Demetrius wins in the cake department.”

JR nodded, “that he does, I was disappointed he didn’t make the peach cobbler this time but he said ‘round thanksgiving he’ll probably make some.”

“He’ll also leave us a to-go box on the front steps if you decide you want me to bring me to the next gathering.” You grumbled, clenching your eyes shut for a moment.

JR sucked his teeth as he glanced at you, “Y/N, baby, stop it. Everything that transpired was simply an accident. Shoot, you can even put the blame all on me if you want.”

The pure humiliation that you tried to block out seemed to sink in more and you let out a whine to keep from crying. You did fidget to bury you face deeper into JR’s hoodie as you pulled your legs up into the seat.

“I blame myself for listening to you,” you mumbled, “I should have just made my way back into the kitchen with the aunties and great aunties. Now I permanently embarrassed myself in front of your entire family—all of your girl cousins that were cool in the beginning are probably dragging me on their Instagram stories or even worse…Twitter!”

JR couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.

Which invoked a dark glare on your face while your lengthy lashes cling to the tears your eyes handed over.

“You’re not the first or last that experienced a BBQ gone wrong type of situation,” JR reached out to grip your thigh, “Damon dropped the crab legs last Christmas, today, cousin Tish threw the barbecue fork at her baby daddy, aiming for the back of his bald ass head and instead, it stuck to the door of our uncle Charles’ Maserati and that man is a shooter when it comes to his prized possessions…all you did was fly into the pool!”

A laugh bubbled in the brown skinned teen’s throat as you raised a hand to begin your attack but JR was quick to grab your wrist with one of his hands. You huffed remembering the terrifying moment when the ATV threw you into the pool, then carried its assault towards the rest of JR’s family that surrounded the burning grill.

“Damon got the footage if you want to laugh about it later?” JR offered, one hand now holding the steering wheel, “well..when you’re ready to laugh about it that is.”

You didn’t take well to criticism or being the butt of anyone’s jokes. Sure you were the family member that was the crybaby growing up, the sensitive one, but your family knew how you were but now to do something so humiliating in front of your boyfriend’s family? made you want to crawl underneath a rock and never come out.

“You just confirmed that your cousins and the world are about to ruin my life on social media, thanks.”

“They wouldn’t do that,” JR answered, “might keep it for a laugh but my people aren’t the ones to make something you feel shitty about worse. Not with my girl, my baby. And if they do, I’ll beat their asses. End of story.”

You snorted, “oh shut up. Who do you think you are, Hercules?”

“Nah, Jessie Raymond Jr. I may have the same name as my daddy but I’m my own man, act like you know, y/n.” He winked at you.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes as JR pulled your hand to his lips to place a kiss there. “There’s a bit of a smile that I was looking for.”

“That’s all you’re getting.” You sighed, “this event not only ruined my pride but also my y2k fit. I was really trying to be on my cici shit but nope, the ATV messed that up for me.” You still felt damp despite the back-up clothes that you sported underneath your boyfriend’s hoodie before continuing, “And imagine if the video gets sent to the group chat?! Cam and Landon are gonna have a field day with that.”

JR sucked his teeth again, “man, forget Landon. He can still get booted whenever. I don’t even know why he’s still in there but like I said, ain’t nobody messing with my baby but me.”

“My true knight in shining armor.” You sarcastically replied as JR chuckled while he went to switch the song.

“Here’s a little something to change this night around. I know you’ll love it since you ain’t really get to enjoy it before,” He began bouncing to the left and right in the driver’s seat making you throw your head back in annoyance, despite a smile breaking on the corner of your lips.

This beat is—

Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh

Work my body, so melodic, this beat goes right through my chest

You sing easily to the lyrics, popping your chest as JR was on background vocals.

This was how you expected the day to go, full of laughter (that you were in on, sure you might laugh about it days from now but right now it was still fresh and JR was aware of that) with good company by your side.

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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

#Spotify #all american #all american cw #all american: homecoming #all american homecoming #jessie ‘jr’ raymond #jessie raymond jr #Jessie raymond jr x black! reader #Jessie raymond jr x reader #damon sims #JR x damon #jessie jr raymond x damon sims #summer prompts #summer prompt

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i-am-beckyu · 9 months

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i'm sure i've asked before but can jornos!tommy shift other objects?

if he can i have some Words to say. if not i'll share my ideas anyway cause i am having lots of sizeshifter thoughts ‼️

— brick

Hi Brickticus :3

Yes you have, it was a awhile ago tho lol

I think at the time I said he could but he was limited to what he could do. Like his clothes are a second skin so they shrink with him without any effort. But big objects take a lot of energy to shrink and I don’t think it’s something

Tommy wouldn’t consider it possible at first so stuff wouldn’t intentionally shrink unless he focused on it. But I recon if someone told him to try it then he would lol

And YESSS PLEASE SHAREEEE!!!! I would LOVEEE MORE SIZESHIFTER RANTS AND STUFF!!! Jornos been on the back burner whilst I work on the other wip so would love some ideas to get ideas going again when it’s done :3

#brick my beloved <3 #beckyu answers #also im here/not here. I have 6 stacks of paperwork to go through today so on that grind #also I haven’t found a good snippet for you yet!!! all the current stuff gives too much away atm lol and you’ve read the older stuff haha.#need a snippet of equal goodness to yours lol

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nightcall99 · 3 months

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Dreams from 12.2.24

Dream 1: I was in Vietnam on holiday with my family for awhile and then we travelled back home to Australia but only to change out our luggage because we were going back again. My mother wanted to swap her suitcase with mine but I really didn't want to. I think her one was broken or there was something wrong with it (perhaps to do with the closing mechanism). Her suitcase was bigger than mine and I didn't need the extra space since I was only going back to Vietnam for a short while. I was going to look ungrateful and selfish if I complained about swapping, so I didn't say anything. When we got home, I re-packed my luggage as quickly as I could. I didn’t have any time to put things in the laundry so I roughly hand-washed my clothing items in the sink. At least they seemed to dry instantly. I didn't fill up the suitcase. I wouldn't need much. I barely put in anything, it looked like just enough for barely a week of travel. Most of it was the same clothes I’d packed from before, I didn’t put in anything new from my closet. And there didn't appear to be anything functionally wrong with my mother's suitcase after all.

I thought about coming home after my trip and telling people where I’d been. I felt embarrassed about telling people where my holiday destination was, since it was so predictable. I wasn't even excited, it was just something I was doing. As I was packing, I found AL's black Prada handbag in amongst my luggage. Maybe I was keeping it safe for her. Inside the bag was a cute Polaroid camera and her phone. I knew that this was her second phone, like her burner phone or 'emergency' phone. It was in pristine condition, and had an adorable phone case that matched her style. The phone was on but I didn't have the passcode. The wallpaper image was a picture of herself, smiling. I made sure to put the handbag back into my suitcase so I could return it to her later.

My father drove me to the station or airport or whatever. On the way, we picked up AL. She sat in the front passenger seat and I sat in the back. We passed by a large used-car dealership. The number of cars for sale, stretched far and wide, perched on small hills and on nature strips. My father asked me which car I wanted. I must have told him at some point that I was looking to swap my current car to a different car. I got a bit frustrated that he asked this question, since not only was I mentally pre-occupied with the journey ahead, it's not like I could properly look at anything while driving past. I tried not to show my irritation. I said, Well I don’t know. The cars all looked like metal blobs anyway. AL looked out the window at the cars with interest so I explained to her I had been thinking of swapping my car.

During the car-ride, I started to get anxious that I forgot to pack socks. I felt worried that I'd have to walk around with bare feet. My suitcase was right next to me on the seat so I checked and sure enough, I had a handful of socks packed. I checked that everything else was there too. I notice that my clothes smelled a bit stale since I didn't have a chance to wash them properly. AL seems to be getting on well with my father. She asked him what his star sign was and he said Scorpio and since she is one too, she seemed to jump for joy at the coincidence. So did he. I felt jealous. Why were they bonding like that? She was more comfortable with him in 5 mins than I've ever been my whole life.

Dream 2: You posted some selfies of yourself at home with huge ice packs (or something like it), strapped all over your face and neck. I think you were showing me some kind of beauty treatment or self-care ritual. I felt very interested by it, captured by the frivolous nature of what you were showing me. I love beauty stuff. It kind of felt like, well duh, what else are we gonna do? Write a thesis? Also, you felt less like 'you' and more like 'me', the energy was the same. Because there's only ever been one being here.

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mantisfriendd · 11 months

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hey.

I'm Mantis Friend

I consider this an 18+ blog not because I frequently post 18+ content but because I am an adult, and may occasionally delve into adult subjects, so please be aware of that. (also I might swear, so there's that too)

(full resolution cat pic at the bottom)

Number one Mr. Cupcake fan

I'm mainly an artist and musician but I also do a lot of other things, including shitpost, if you just wanna see my art, I've tagged it all as "#my art" if you wanna see my music I've tagged it as "#my music" ... if you only wanna see the nonsense I've tagged all of it as "#shitpost" any thing I reblog is now tagged "#re🅱️log" so you can mute that tag if you only wanna see my wholly original unhinged rambling and art. "🅰️sks" is the tag for asks.

Reblogs, replies, and follows are NOT a endorsement. Simply put I cannot do a full background check on every person I interact with on this site, obviously if I catch someone I'm following doing something awful I'll unfollow them then, but there is simply no time efficient way for me to do that with every person I ever interact with ever.

(more info below the cut)

https://href.li/?https://mantis-friend.neocities.org/

some more info about me for the nosy:

he/him

I'm a big fan of:

Five Nights at Freddy's , Ace Attorney , Undertale/Deltarune , JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, The Persona Series and Doki Doki Literature Club!

I consider myself a collector, I mostly collect Retro games and pins, but also anything that catches my eye, I have almost the entirety of Star Trek on VHS, I've not watched a full episode yet.

UPCOMING (?) PROJECTS:

Webcomic:

I have been working on this webcomic for quite awhile now, which is unfortunate because I started it with the intention of it not becoming one of my huge projects that never come out.

That being said this will be the first wholly original project I will make.

The comic is inspired by Shonen manga, specifically Jojo's, if that sounds like something you might enjoy, stay posted! I don't have a venue for the comic at the moment but I think I may host it here on Tumblr!

Role Playing Game:

Dont expect this one any time soon, I want to make sure I am at least somewhat competent in Game Maker Studio before I work on this idea I've had for years.

As this project is so on the back burners because of the skill needed for me to actually start work on it, I can't say with certainty what the game will be like when I finally start development, right now it is a scattered series of artworks, documents, and soundtracks, but this is what im building towards.

I will say that this game as I Invision it currently, is inspired by the Persona series, with elements of Ace Attorney's investigation and Cross Examination sequences. The only other thing I will say about this game is that I intend to have a mechanic to replace the "level up to get stronger" mechanic that most traditional RPGs have.

Finished Projects:

VIDEO A DAY PROJECT:

Back in 2021 I decided I wanted to upload a video to my YouTube Channel every day that year, and that I did.

Mostly songs you'll notice that the quality of the videos takes a serious nose dive during most of the year, they aren't all great but there are some good things in there.

I have a playlist of all the videos here: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUv6pXjkdl6Bgq5Nim0AJuYzxNImg-Ga_

I do not recommend you watch them all, please don't, but it might be fun to scroll through the playlist and click on ones that catch your eye.

if you don't wanna do that then you at least watch the first video Black on White https://youtu.be/iI9HQg9lyjA and the Last https://youtu.be/qjdoybrOduQ which is a remix of the song using the experience I gained through the year. and who knows maybe there is some secret hidden in the end screen if that last video ;)

you can find me in other places here:

My website is janky but (hopefully) the best place to link you to anything you might desire (if your desire is more stuff by me)

YouTube is where I post my music and other video things: https://youtube.com/channel/UCKDmQwajLVwu_FKKlPqebUA

I sometimes post to Instagram but the way it works kind of annoys me so you might not find all my art there, but you will find some game boy photos!

I have a Gamejolt account but I kinda forget about it

on discord I am "mantisfriend" DMs are open, for now, feel free to DM me!

I have a Twitter but I find myself using it less and less as the CEO makes a fool of himself and guts the platform

I have a Reddit account but I am not really using it anymore as the CEO makes a fool of himself and guts the platform

I got a Newgrounds account have no idea how this site works!

If you want to Email me feel free to email [email protected]

and of course feel free to message me here as well, I'm probably most active here now that reddit has become worthless.

PROJECTS I'M APART OF:

currently I am a composer for the FNAF fan game Fazbear Rebrand

(sometimes this link breaks for no reason, but if you search Fazbear Rebrand on gamejolt it should come up)

Thats the only one for the time being, but I'll make sure to keep this post relatively up to date

Thanks for reading!

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i-am-distressed · 3 years

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JJK Boys getting accidentally flashed by their Girlfriend

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Yuta, Noritoshi, Nanami, Toji, Naoya, Geto, Gojo, and Sukuna

Warnings: Implied 'nudity' cause, y'know, getting flashed. Naoya + Sukuna, Yuta’s turned out very detailed and warning for his cause curses are gross, mentions of injuries/implied blood, Noritoshi’s is eXTREMEly self-indulgent, allusion to sex in Toji’s and Sukuna’s but nothing explicit or suggestive (obviously), you guys are married in Toji’s, Naoya’s and Sukuna’s. Kids in Naoya’s, cursing in Sukuna's but I 'censored' it :)

**I write Naoya and Sukuna with some necessary changes, please hold your judgement☺ These are long but give it a chance-**

Fushiguro Megumi:

Due to his job as a student/Jujutsu Sorcerer, Megumi was usually pretty tired when you guys got to hang out.

So, the first thing you guys typically did when you met up after school was nap for a good hour or two.

Which worked out well for both of you since he finally got some rest and you got cuddles and a chance to play with his hair.

On this particular afternoon, Megumi had basically crashed the minute he hit the bed, you not far behind to lay on his chest while he zonked out on his back.

It had been just about 2 hours when he woke up, one hand going up to rub his eyes while his other arm wrapped around you to hold you tight.

You smiled when you felt him moving, turning ever so slightly to give him a small peck on his shoulder.

He smiled and turned to look at you, only to see that while he was sleeping you had changed into a loose tank top. A loose tank top that had...shifted, to give your boyfriend a view you had not intended to give him.

He was so flustered he didn’t realize how red the tips of his ears had gotten and how wide his eyes had gotten, not to mention the fact he hadn’t said a word.

Thinking he had fallen back asleep, you looked up only to see your boyfriend seemingly stuck in time as he looked at something.

Following his gaze you gasped, rushing to fix your shirt.

That seemed to snap Megumi out of his daze, that and your non-menacing ‘pervert’ you muttered, it’s not like you really cared (you were more embarrassed than anything) but the opportunity to tease was much too good to pass up.

“I- hEy! It wasn’t on purpose! You’re the one that flashed me…”

“I don’t know Megumi...you were awfully quiet for awhile there, didn’t even warn me😔”

You may or may not have gotten hit with a pillow following that remark.

Itadori Yuji:

You and your boyfriend Yuji were celebrating your two year anniversary, and this year you had both decided on going to an amusement park!

It was a pretty hot day, and you’d be walking a lot so you decided on a cute loose t-shirt and shorts and some walking shoes.

You guys had just gotten on this rollercoaster, and from the looks of it this one was going to be fast.

The ticking as you went up the first and very tall hill did nothing to quell the excitement/fear you were feeling, and it also did nothing to keep you from taking your boyfriends hand in yours.

After that first drop, it wasn’t too bad! But it was definitely on the faster side.

You guys were almost done, the end was in sight.

You turned to ask Yuji what ride you should do next when one sharp turn caught you off guard and flipped your shirt up into your face.

Right when Yuji had just so happened to have turned to talk to you.

Trying to ignore the utter shame you felt you tried to fix your shirt, your boyfriend then leaned over you to stop anyone from getting a peak as the car pulled back to the start.

You felt so embarrassed after it, but when you tried to apologize he just shook his head, gave you a kiss on your cheek and grabbed your hand to drag you off to the next ride.

Okkotsu Yuta:

**Unlike the others, this happened before the two of you started dating, you were still just really good friends**

You and Yuta had been sent out on a mission together.

You were a little nervous since it would be your first time going against a special grade, but you were confident you’d be able to do your part. Plus, having Yuta there was helpful in more ways than just his power.

The fight was a tough one, this curse you guys were fighting kept breaking the ground and shooting debris everywhere, it was easily blockable and it really wasn’t that dangerous.

But it did prove irritating.

Along with making tears everywhere in your jacket and skirt, you had been left with no choice but to kill the curse when it was up close and personal, so you were also covered in gross stuff.

To keep yourself from throwing up then and there, you unbuttoned your top and shrugged it off your shoulders, wincing at the cuts that had amassed during the fight.

You planned to quickly exchange it with the spare you kept in your bag, the debris had caused a bunch of dust which was acting like a curtain to shield your half-naked self from the eyes of the world.

But most importantly, from the eyes of your crush.

Unfortunately for you, your bag had gotten caught under a somewhat heavy piece of concrete.

Which would be no problem for you to lift if you hadn’t run through a fair amount of your cursed energy.

In your exhaustion, you must have made your struggle known with the grunts and obvious sounds of struggle you were making.

Yuta, who had a radar for you on anyway, heard this and started making his way over to you since he’s a considerate lad and you could be hurt!

You had just gotten it off the ground when it finally shifted enough for you to get your bag out, and you, being ever so coordinated, stumbled backwards.

Right into the open arms of Yuta, who immediately went red when he realized you were no longer wearing a shirt.

His jaw dropped as he tried to form a sentence, say something, anything to make sure you knew it was an accident.

Poor guy was so scared you thought he was a creep, he couldn’t look you in the eyes for almost 3 days.

That is until Maki locked you both in a room until one of you confessed💖

Kamo Noritoshi:

(This one may or may not be self-indulgent since I’m a clutz-)

You and Noritoshi had been sent to get something from the principal’s office by Utahime.

You were walking in front of him, paying little to no attention as to where you were walking as Noritoshi lost years off his life watching you stumble and almost trip.

So, okay, maybe you were a little bit clumsy, so what?

“Y/n, would you please be more careful? You’re going to fall.”

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend with an unimpressed look on your face, continuing to walk as he was even more on edge now that you definitely weren’t looking where you were going.

“Have a little faith in me, would you? I’m not that clumsy-” Just then, your foot caught a root perfectly, resulting in an untimely fall to the ground.

Which, thanks to years of falling face-first, you were more than prepared for.

Noritoshi, who felt his heart stop, quickly went to aid you, only to realize that your skirt had shifted with your fall, leaving you partly exposed to the world.

Partly exposed to him.

He quickly made his way to your side, helping you up as you laughed and dusted yourself off, noting the quietness of your boyfriend.

Usually when this happened, and he was quiet, you’d be in for a lecture.

But this time you noticed he was quiet...but he was also blushing.

You guys continued walking, you definitely weren’t complaining about not being told off, but you weren’t a fan of his silence. And...since when did Mr. Blood manipulation blush…?

“No lecture today?”

Noritoshi, who had been very deep in thought almost jumped at your voice, huffing as he tilted his head downward and picked up his pace a little.

“No tights today?”

You stopped at that because...he typically didn’t care what you wore, he was actually pretty laid-back except when it came to your safety.

“It’s August...so no?”

“Then i’d recommend you be a little more careful, had it been somebody else walking behind you, they would have seen something they shouldn’t have.” Your eyes narrowed at his words because...what was he talking about??

Sensing your confusion he turned towards you, eyes cracked open and a small smirk on his face. Leaning in close, he whispered.

“When you fell, your skirt lifted.”

And proceeded to walk ahead and into the principal’s office, leaving you in a whirlwind of emotions with no idea how to process them.

Nanami Kento:

You were over at Nanami’s place, in his kitchen cooking dinner with him.

You guys didn’t get to have dates often, but thankfully you guys both had tonight free. And seeing as you both have been busy, a home-date sounded nice to both of you.

Nanami was working on opening a bottle of wine while you were fiddling with the stove top.

Nanami had recently moved into this apartment, and it was really nice. But the oven was much different from yours, so it was taking awhile for you to get used to it.

You had finally gotten it on and you put the frying pan on the burner to heat up.

You turned your back to it and leaned against the nearby counter, appreciating the view you had of your boyfriend’s back and biceps.

It was safe to say you were distracted.

So distracted, that you didn’t notice that the shirt you were wearing had been just close enough to the burner that it had caught on fire.

You felt your hip getting a little warm, so you looked down and gasped when you saw that you were literally catching on fire.

You scrambled to rip the shirt off you, throwing it in the thankfully empty sink as you turned the water on, successfully avoiding a major problem and any serious injuries.

Shaking your head, you turned to your lover with an apology ready on your lips, only when you met his eyes, he quickly turned around.

Clearing his throat, he returned to his previous task of cutting the vegetables while he instead nodded his head towards his room.

“You can wear one of my shirts, they’re in the second drawer.” You nodded and made your way into his room, shaking your head to try and rid yourself from any further embarrassment and cool down your overheating face and neck.

Little did you know, Nanami was trying to cool down the burning red on his own face, as well as trying to focus on the vegetables.

Fushiguro Toji:

**In this you two are married and you’re Megumi’s momma**

You guys had recently adopted a cat from a nearby shelter, Toji didn’t want a cat, but between the puppy eyes of not only his young son but his wife, he was never walking out of the shelter without one.

Only, you didn’t walk out with one, since the cat Megumi chose was a female, and pregnant.

So now you guys have 4 cats.

Your kittens were older now, just about 4 months. So you and Megumi would let them out during the day (supervised and with their momma of course) and bring them back in at night. Toji didn’t really care what you did with them since they made you both happy (and it kept you both occupied-).

Toji had come home from a particularly grueling day at work, his shoulders were stiff and he had a small headache, and all he really wanted was to drag you to the bed so he could sleep on top of you while you ran your fingers through his hair and he could finally get some decent sleep.

Does he get that? No.

What he does get is you and Megumi yelling up the tree in front of your house for “Cat! Come down from the tree!” ‘Cat’ was the name of the kitten you and Megumi had forced Toji to name since ‘he had to have one too’, even though it was really just so he had no choice but to let you two keep them all.

Sighing he walked over to you both, ruffling Megumi’s hair and giving you a kiss before he stuck his hands in his pockets and asked the question he didn’t want, or need, the answer to.

“*sigh* what happened?”

Frowning, you looked back to the tree and pointed, revealing the small kitten who had managed to get herself, or himself he couldn’t remember, stuck on one of the lower branches.

“Well, he’ll come down eventually.”

You smacked his arm as Megumi’s eyebrows pinched together, little arms crossing in front of his chest, “It’s a she, daddy. And she’s just a baby! You have to get her down!”

Groaning he brought a hand up to rub his eyes, “There’s no way i’m getting up that tree, I’m way too big, and daddy’s tired”

Pouting, Megumi stood in front of his dad (Let’s say Megumi is 3~), little hands tugging on his pants leg, a little “please daddy?” coming from his trembling lips.

“No, daddy’s right, he’s too old to get in the tree,” You smirked at the glare you got from your husband, “But, if daddy helps me, I can get in the tree.”

So, that’s how you ended up in a tree, gently handing ‘Cat’ down to your husband, who quickly passed her down to Megumi, and found yourself struggling to get down.

You and Megumi had been out and about earlier, and you were wearing a comfortable dress that day, so being in a tree was less than ideal.

With the promise of Toji catching you, you jumped, not expecting the wind to carry your dress, and unintentionally giving your husband a show. Luckily, your son was much more interested in the kitten.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly fixed your dress, your husband just laughed with a ‘nothin’ I haven’t seen before babe’ which was quickly followed by an ‘ow!’ when you smacked him. </3

Zen'in Naoya:

You and Naoya were preparing to have dinner together.

He was sat at the table, finishing up some paperwork while you finished up the food.

Your 2 children, your 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter, were also sat at the table. Your children both telling their father about their days while he listened. (I know he’s literally awful, but if I can pretend Toji isn’t an awful father, I can pretend Naoya isn’t an awful person✌😌)

“And then, Momma told the guy off! It was awesome daddy!” Naoya raised his eyebrow with the smallest hint of a smile tugging the corner of his lip up. “Oh? Did he start crying too?” You gave your husband ‘a look’ while you walked to the table, setting the first dish down on the table before you turned to get another.

Your son giggled, “Like a baby!” Naoya chuckled, shaking his head as he took a sip of water.

He couldn’t help but think back to your younger days, specifically the day the two of you met when you told him off, the day you changed him, and finally the day you made him cry as you walked towards him down the aisle.

“I bet, Your mother has a habit of making men cry.” You sternly called his name from the kitchen as he snickered, your kids breaking out into their own fits of giggles.

You walked back into the dining room carrying in the last dish, shaking your head as you lightly bumped him with your hip as you passed him, him lightly patting your butt as you walked by. “Stop feeding my kids lies.”

He just smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips, he was in the middle of taking a sip when you bent down to place the dish on the table, your shirt dipping low to the point your chest was on show, giving your husband an, albeit welcome, unintentional view.

Choking on his drink, he set the cup down in favor of beating his chest with his fist, you coming over to rub his back, your children looking over in confusion cause...what the heck dad, that was weird.

“What happened? Do I need to get you a sippy cup?” Glaring at you he was finally able to stop coughing, you patting his back as you went back to your seat and sat down.

You raised an eyebrow at him, since he had still yet to tell you why he had suddenly choked on his water. But it was then you noticed just how red his face was, and how low his gaze was.

Looking down and realizing your shirt had drifted down, you fixed it and smirked, struggling to hold in the laughs and snorts that were sure to explode out of you.

Even after almost a decade of marriage, it was good to know you could still make your husband blush like a teenage boy.

Geto Suguru:

You and Geto had gone out on a date!

It was a nicer place, so you were wearing a cute spaghetti strapped dress with some nice shoes, and he was wearing a button down with slacks (sleeves rolled up to his forearms of course🥵).

You had just finished dinner and were now on the walk home.

All night you had been paranoid about your dress, you had gotten it when you and a friend had gone thrift shopping. It was honestly in pretty good condition, the only problem was that the dress’ straps had a good amount of wear on them, so the straps weren’t really that great, and you could feel them loosening as the night went on.

BUT, you were going home now, so it really didn’t matter much anymore.

Geto was lightly swinging your hands between you both as you told him the recent drama you had learned at work.

You were holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand, and obviously Geto’s hand in the other, so your hands were occupied.

“You would not believe how messy that got. In case you ever think about cheating on me, just remember that man’s gonna be finding glitter in his car for at least a few decades.” Geto laughed as he shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his, “Good thing we don’t have to worry about that, I’m not dumb enough to cheat on my crazy girlfriend.” You made a ‘hmph’ sound and nodded, “Crazy for you~” and laughed when he shook his head.

You guys kept walking, discussing whatever topics came up.

You were almost home, so close to freedom. You called Geto’s name, about to tell him something you had remembered, when you both heard a faint *snap*.

Guided by the rush of cold air you felt hit your chest, you looked down and gasped, you would’ve been quicker to cover yourself except for the fact that both of your hands were occupied.

Working quickly because...you both were still in public, Geto let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, draping it around you and grabbing ahold of your hand when you were covered.

You apologized for flashing him and he shook his head, obviously it wasn’t your fault and it’s not like he was complaining.

Gojo Satoru:

Due to a particularly bad run in with a cursed spirit, your usual uniform was trashed, so you had to wear your backup uniform, which also ran small.

All day, you had been fighting with your skirt. It was too tight and too short, and was providing you with a substantial amount of stress.

It was lunch, you were half way through the school day, half a day away from going home and getting to wear your sweatpants.

“Oh Y/n~” Half a day from getting rid of the walking headache you called your co-worker.

Sighing, you stopped from where you were walking in the hallway, turning to face him you raised an eyebrow. “Yes Satoru?”

So, yes, you were ‘co-workers’ and yes, you were technically just friends.

But there was also a painful amount of mutual pining and tension that hung between you two.

“Hey, hey, what’s with the attitude? You’ve been like this all day, it’s gonna start hurting my feelings.” You grimaced as you once again adjusted your skirt, “Yeah, well, you’d be a little irritated if you had to keep fixing your skirt every 2 seconds.”

Gojo hummed, “I can imagine, so, care to join me for lunch?” You replied with a ‘sure’, and the two of you made your way to the teacher’s lounge, side by side.

You walked to the fridge and pulled out your lunch, Gojo not far behind you and you both did the necessary prep you needed for your food.

Gojo finished just barely before you, and was already sitting on one of the couches, happily digging into his food.

Once the microwave stopped you pulled your food out and started walking over to the couch.

You sat down, carefully, and began to eat your lunch.

Despite causing you mass amounts of pain and most likely a gray hair or 2, you thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gojo, I mean, you were kinda in love with him.

“Ah, Satoru, Y/n, just the two I needed to see.” Gojo’s (likely inaccurate) account of his latest mission came to a pause when Principal Yaga walked in.

He had some information about a mission the 2 of you would be going on in 3 days. Apparently this one would be an undercover mission, and a few days.

During the conversation, Gojo (who tries to always have one of his six eyes on you at all times), had noticed your skirt riding up, and seeing as he liked you, the last thing he wanted was for you to embarrass yourself in front of you guys’s boss.

Keep in mind, it’s not like Gojo was having a great time either, you were sitting right in front of him, but it’s not like he could interrupt the principal and loudly announce you were about to expose yourself.

Thankfully, Kusakabe walked in at that moment, stealing just enough of his time for Gojo to catch your attention (like he didn’t already have it🙄) to mouth ‘Your skirt’ while he made a subtle tugging motion with his hand, going back to like nothing happened and stealing the attention of the men while you fixed your skirt.

That mission may or may not have preceded your first date with him.

Sukuna Ryomen:

You and Sukuna would be going on a date tonight, and you had spent the last half hour or so getting ready.

Your hair and make up was done, you had showered earlier, and all you had left to do was get dressed.

You had gotten dressed in your underwear when your mom had called.

You didn’t get to speak to you often and it had been awhile since you had talked, so you spent a good amount of time catching up and filling each other in on the things you had missed.

It had been about 15 minutes, you were sitting down at your vanity, pants on but still no shirt (hey man, a distraction is a distraction, let me have this i’m tired-).

You were so caught up in your phone call you hadn’t noticed that Sukuna had walked into your shared apartment.

He called out to you, but you didn’t answer. He would’ve been more worried than irritated if he didn’t hear you talking on what he presumed to be the phone.

If he knew you weren’t ready yet, he would’ve knocked, but seeing as you were on the phone, the last thing he expected when he opened your bedroom door was to see you half-naked sitting on your vanity stool like this kind of thing was normal.

“Sh*t. Warn a guy, will you? I’m not complaining but you near gave me a heart attack.” You screeched as you almost threw your phone, apologizing to your mom, you glared at Sukuna as he gave you a look that tip-toed between amusement and bewilderment.

“What, it’s not like I haven’t seen your-” You threw your pillow at him before he could finish his sentence, with your mom of all people listening to your conversation.

You two might have been married, but the last thing you needed was your mom pestering you about grandchildren again.

In case you’re wondering, he was laughing the whole time as you beat him with said pillow for saying those kind of things to your mother.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #itadori x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #nanami x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #naoya x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #sukuna x reader #masamichi yaga x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #JJK #jjk headcanons

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milkacchan · 3 years

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Request for anon: Hi!!!! i love our writing and i just knew you could do this! Could you do one with a father Aizawa and a gender nuetral chil reader, who is jealous of Midoriya. Because when Midoriya harnesses his quirk Aizawa be happy dadzawa but when the reader was like 6 or 7 and harnessed theirs he said like " Work harder." Or the world won't want a weak hero and stuff and thats why they hate Midoriya and stuff? IT IS SOO FINE OF YOU CANT!! THANKS <3

•Midoriya is nice.

• He's /so/ fucking nice

• He has a nice smile

• His freckles are nice

• His attitude is great

• He goes out of his way to make sure people are okay

• Which makes it worse and pisses you off more.

• You've been jealous of him for awhile- please he's the center of attention for everyone

• But that isn't your problem

• He's the center of attention for your own dad.

• At least it seemed that way.

• Shota Aizawa, your father, was a teacher at U.A.

• He was bound to get attached to students, that's what teachers are supposed to do

• But..it felt like you were on the back burner and not enough

• when you develop your quirk, you dad gives you a speech

• You're first sucess with your quirk, your father tells you to work harder

• And that's all it ever is

• "work harder"

• "you should be farther along by now,"

• "this isn't a joke, why are you treating it that way?"

• there wasn't a good job or a congrats or praise

• But there was with midoryia

• who got all of it.

• he got good jobs and impresseds

• He got way to go kid and that was smart

• At the beginning of the year you liked him

• He was friendly and funny and he seemed like a cool dude

• He was a cool dude and you hated him- yourself even more for that

• You couldn't ever hate him, not truly.

• Not even when your father praised him, took him under his wing, focused on him

• Even shinsou- you didn't hate him. You were great friends with him.

• But Midoriya irked you, even if you couldn't find it in you to talk behind his back or fuck him over

• Your jealousy for the boy only grew as your fathers praise to him grew and his words to you grew distanced.

• And yet you still thrived for the man's approval

• You wanted to be recognized

• You wanted validation

• You wanted praise and approval.

• You wanted love.

• You stopped speaking to Midoriya, completely. The poor boy didn't deserve a blow up from you, it wasn't his fault.

• Contact to him stopped. His conversation muted unless it was to the class Group Chat

• Your seat? Unfortunately still near him, was no longer an issue if you just ignored his presence

• If your group was hanging put with him that day, you'd skip with some dumb homework excuse.

• No one said anything

• Aside from shinsou that is.

• The smart-ass always had something to say

• "You can't just ignore your problems forever."

"I'm not, till talking to you."

"Funny. But seriously. He's going to question it if he hasn't already. Word gets around.."

• In all seriousness, shinsous worried. He's really worried.

• He's watching you distance yourself from people, from midoryia- hell the only reason the two of you still talk on a daily basis is because he forces it.

• You don't mind, of course, he know that. You did the same to him when his mental health had declined.

• But he sees you're doing it for validation

• Amd he knows Aizawas words aren't malicious. You're his kid, he's worried and wants you to survive over anyone else.

• Doesn't mean how he's going about it is right.

• and it isn't long before you start taking physical training to the max too.

• After class you train for hours until dinner.

• Sometines you miss it; sometimes you don't get home until much later.

• One day in particular though, you start training on a Saturday morning

• He tells you to be smart, keep hydrated and take breaks before he leaves for the day

• Only to come back at dusk to you still training

• "Quirks are currency shinsou,"

"That doesnt-"

"I have to get stronger, no one's going to want a weak hero"

"Y/N please- you've been out here all day. It's hot and muggy and you've barley eaten anything. You need breaks. You can't be a strong pro hero if you die of heat exhaustion." He takes your arm and pulled it down from the punching bag. "You're worrying me."

"I'm not strong enough," you mumble. "Dads right,"

• Eventually Midoriya starts to question why you're ignoring him

• He doesn't think he's done anything wrong

• Maybe he said the wrong thing? But what even is the wrong thing? What could he have said?

• After one particularly rough morning, you're struggling with something

• You're already pissed and ready for the day to be over.

• And it's only 10 in the fucking morning

• And Midoriya, desperate to heal what he once had with a friend (you), walks over to help

"Hey," he starts. "You look like you need some help?"

You pause, glancing in his direction for only a moment. "Go sit down," You mutter.

"I just want to help-"

"I don't need your fucking help. You are the LAST thing I need," you snap. "Who the fuck would /ever/ need you?" You grab your bag and shove him back, leaving the classroom.

The class quiets.

• Midoriya didn't deserve it, no. You knew that.

• You also knew that you weren't in the place to go back to school, so you didn't.

• You took the day off, wandering the streets of your prefecture

• Shinsous blowing up your phone

• Katsuki is too.

• Katsukis upset, you would be too if someone spoke to your friend that way

• Everyone else is too on edge to text you, they're worried though.

• Of course, they go to Aizawa.

• They tell him what happened and how you've been acting

• And he nods quietly and says he'll take care of it.

• Shinsou finally finds you at the Cafe you frequent and he quietly sits across from you

• "you should be in school," you mumble

"So should you."

It's quiet for a few moments before you speak again. "I think I'm going to leave U.A. Mom lives in Miyagi, they've got some nice highschools there. I talked to her over the phone last night."

"What? What no, you can't?"

"Why not, Hitoshi?"

"Because you're a hero-"

"I'm not. I'm not a fucking hero. I haven't made any successes while I've been here, I haven't developed anything, Dad was right."

"You dad was wrong. He's wrong. He's- He's worried one day you're not going to come home. Or when you do you won't be in one piece, so he's pushing you and pushing you," he took your hand gently. "You're strong. You're going to be a great hero. You've already accomplished more than you know."

"I blew up at Midoriya today," you slide him your drink and he takes a sip.

"I know." He nods. "But that's okay, we can deal with it later." He squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, later,"

• It's very much later by the time you reach your dorm.

• The day Shinsou moved to the 1A dorms was the day you'd rejoice

• Your bag is tossed to the side and you make your way to the kitchen and freeze.

• Aizawa is sitting at the table, facing you.

"Your friends are worried about you,"

Yous scoff. "Yeah I'm sure they are."

"Midoryias worried about you."

"I really don't care."

"You shouldn't have snapped at him." Aizawa sighs.

"Thats-" you take a deep breath. Of course he only cared about Midoriya. "Typical." You move to the fridge to get something to drink.

"I..apologize," he begins. "'It's come to my attention that I haven't exactly been the best father to you since your mother left,"

"You think?" You muttered.

"I'm worried. I'm scared."

You look up at him.

"The world is cruel. And I've lost so many students to hero work in the years I've taught, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I lost you to. But it seems I'm already down the path." He stood up and walked over to you. "You're my kid, I love you more than the moon and the stars, I want you to stay safe. Above everyone else, above all else, I want you to come home." He kisses your forehead.

"It'd be nice to get a good job every once in awhile. Everyone else does." You mutter, looking down.

"You are doing great, you know. I don't say it nearly enough but you impress me everyday."

• It's...a little awkward after that, neither of you know how to process emotion so after two days you just pretend like it never happened

• You quietly apologize to Midoriya and wall away before he can respond before pretending like that didn't happen either

• You're not expecting him to want to be your friend

• But he's very adamant on texting you, inviting you out, walking with you you to class

• 1A becomes whole again

• But Shota does ease up, you get the good jobs, the praise, the validation

• And you eat it up to be frank, you fucking love it.

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adora-but-ginger · 2 years

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Holy Ground-Ch.6

Pairings: Matt Murdock x French! Avenger! reader

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of killing, steve rogers (i’m still mad at him from endgame), not beta read

Word Count: ~4k

Chapter: 6/?

Read chapter five here

Read chapter seven here

Holy Ground masterlist found here

A/N: My first Matt fic! I got inspo from @cressidaclearwood ‘s series, so definitely go check that one out too. Please do not repost my work. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Want to be added to the taglist? Let me know!

i’ve had a little writers block with this chapter, but i have the next one planned out for some pretty good shit. it’s gonna be fun to write, and angsty to read :) so here’s some calm before the storm.~L

translations will be at the end of each chapter

(credit to gif owner)

Dear Y/n, I wanted to start off by apologizing. I know that things had just started to return to a sense of normalcy for you. You and I had just agreed to start looking for him before the accords dropped, and I’m sorry for all the the events that followed suit. You’re stubborn, so I knew you would side with me and Buck. Nat and Wanda also became quite fond of you, something about you three ‘truly leading the avengers’. I never meant for all of this to unfold the way it did though. Honestly, I sometimes wish it was still the 40′s, with the biggest worry of ours being the war.

I don’t know when and if you receive this since I handed a letter to Stark as well, but if you are reading this, I wanted to clear a few things up. After you got sent to the raft with the others, the man who framed Bucky showed a video of the night Stark’s parents got killed, as well as who did the killing. I fought against him trying to explain Buck’s situation, but Tony was blinded by rage. To tell you the truth, I had a feeling that Stark would’ve killed him had I not been there. After, Bucky and I decided it would be best for us to put him in the ice for awhile to prevent anymore spirals. He’ll be out of the picture for awhile, but I’m sure you’ll be one of the first to know when he comes back.

She brushed her nose with her sleeve and sniffed, the truth of the situation hitting her.

That being said, I’m sure they’re going to be ridding the Avenger’s base of those who chose my side’s items, and I wanted to ask a favour. I know I’ve asked way too much of you already, but if you and Stark ever get on good terms once more, see if he saved anything of mine, would you? I have a few photos that I hold dear to me in there from way back when, but I also have something that belongs to you.

When we were freeing you from HYDRA, you were conditioned using similar methods as Bucky. When we raided the base they were holding you at, I found the book full of your trigger words, the words they used to turn you into their weapon, and I took it. I wanted to destroy it and meant to, but it contained other crucial information about HYDRA’s plans with their human weapons, so I hid it instead. Used the necessary information, and then locked it away.

Her breath hitched, a feeling starting to brew within. They raided the HYDRA base she was located at? Why hadn’t she known about this?

If anyone that isn’t Stark goes into my room, it’s not safe. I have it stored between the bed frame and mattress of my bed. If it gets into the wrong hands, you may not be safe. We returned all that we could to you, but compared to Bucky our time was cut short.

I apologize for the damage the split in our team caused. If you are ever in need of an emergency exit, there’s a phone being sent with this letter that has only my burner number within.

Sincerely,

Steve

Hearing the key to her and Karen’s apartment being moved into the lock sent her falling back into reality. She quickly sped to her room, throwing the manilla envelope into a wardrobe drawer before changing her clothes into her newly assigned ‘night job’ garb, and momentarily slipped into bed, waiting for Karen to call it a night before she left. She had known Steve for a long time, but it seems that when they entered a period of time that did not belong to them, he changed. Though she was found at relatively the same time as James, her goal was set on Natasha Romanoff. Nat had handled the situation a bit better than Steve, in a manner of speaking. Whereas Steve was so insistent that his friend had to remember him, Natasha hadn’t known her previously. So when the red-head had followed her back to the HYDRA base and grew aware of just who she was, she took no hesitation in knocking her out and quite literally dragging her to Fury to help. Cut to a few weeks later, and Y/n, though all that remained was shards of who she used to call herself, was finally free. Maybe that’s why she felt so close to the Widow. Natasha could’ve killed her without so much as a blink of an eye, but she chose to save what was left instead, and Y/n was entirely grateful.

But in the short time she had been fully back, not once had she heard about a raid into where she used to be kept, meaning that Steve hid this from her. All of them did.

A feeling of frustration flowed through her body. If they kept this from her, what else did they refrain from her ears? She had never even known that anyone took that book. The frustration coursed through her limbs, into her muscles, getting heavier to bare. She needed to release it, and she needed to fast. As she stood up, she opened her door to make sure that Karen wasn’t still roaming about, and then left through the window that lead to the fire escape.

Sitting on the fire escape staircase, she hoped that this diable wouldn’t make an appearance again. She didn’t care who’s side he was on, because with the mixture of what was now anger along with the chilly air of the night, she would not be pulling punches tonight.

A day had passed since Pepper’s visit. She thought her night activities would help her blow off some of that steam, but it just allowed the anger to coarse through smoother. Le diable hadn’t shown up then, which was in all honesty probably a wiser decision on his part. This morning had come and went with the radio broadcasting the appearance and turn-in of five members of the Kitchen Irish, and she couldn’t help but feel a little prideful hearing of her work. It didn’t even bother her that the public thought it was on behalf of le diable de Hell’s Kitchen, because the rush of it all made her feel a little bit of normalcy. She couldn’t use much of her powers and knew that had she people would catch on quick, but those limits didn’t stop her from going out and doing as much as she could given the circumstances.

So here she was, scaling a building nearby the warehouse of illegal dog fighters she had found, having called the nearest animal hospital she knew of to take in the dogs they had been pitting against one another down there. They should arrive within ten minutes or so, but she wanted to get to a vantage point where she could scope out any other activities while waiting for vehicle that could save the dogs’ lives.

Stepping onto the roof, she took a deep inhale.

“I can-” it slipped her mind to use her American accent, and she hoped the man didn’t hear her as she cleared her throat. “I can tell you’re here devil, so there’s no use in hiding yourself.” Sure enough, she felt the footsteps of the man in black. For the amount of violence he tended to engage in, she found intrigue in the lightness of his step. It was as if she were the wounded animal here, and he was trying to reassure her.

“You’re not new to doing this sort of thing.” He tilted his head slightly to the side. “You move with experience, and you know your strengths.” She crossed her arms at his observations.

“Did you just watch the entirely of what I just did?” She moved to re-lace her boot, glancing occasionally up at him as she did so.

“That’s one way to put it.” She deadpanned towards him.

“And it didn’t cross your mind to I don’t know, help?”

He chuckled at this, taking in the game she was starting to play. “I wanted to gauge how well you could hold your own is all. I don’t deal a lot for company.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Well for your information I really don’t care how you think of my fighting style. I do have to appreciate this upgrade we have from punching each other to talking though.”

Silence replaced their words for a minute or two, allowing the sounds of New York to infiltrate their ears. From honking horns to people talking amongst themselves, an odd serenity could be found within it all.

He just had to break the welcomed break of words.

“You almost killed the man in charge of the ring.”

She shrugged. “I wanted to, but I figured that was too easy of a release for him. I don’t give pity to those who abuse, whether it be towards a person or an animal. I wanted him to suffer, and dying is the easy way out.”

“I’d do the same.” He inhaled in a sharp manner.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”

“And I’m a temp.”

“A temp?” He walked towards her as they spoke, slowly closing the gap that stood between them.

“A temp. Not here for long, just along for the ride.”

“How much do you know about the crime in this sector of the city?”

“You’re a very serious man.”

“Answer my question.” He spoke in a tone that she assumed came off as threatening against most, but she almost laughed at it. She wasn’t new to how men like this worked.

That being said, why not have a little fun with it?

“Not that much. My turn now for a question. Do you really go out every night to fight crime looking like that?” A small chuckle escaped her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I dig the colour, but you remind of that one guy from that one movie.” She snapped her fingers, trying to recall the name of the film, as the Devil parallel to her cocked his head with a small frown. Her eyes widened as she pointed towards him. “The Princess Bride! The pirate, you know, oh what was his name, he’s the male love interest blond dude.”

He didn’t know how to respond to this. It was not like he could agree with her, as he had no idea what she was talking about.

“I’m sorry?”

“The guy that sword fights Inigo Mon-Westley. You’re Westley. Oh my god, were you originally a little stable boy?” He could tell she was still pointing at him, and though he didn’t know much about this new acquaintance, he found that her heart had not raised in anything but interest and entertainment since their second meeting had started.

Her voice lowered an octave in mock of his.

“But mother, I mustn’t stay haying all day, I’ve got to go knock crime lords unconscious.”

He was trying to get a read on her. Something about her was familiar, and he was sure he had heard her heartbeat before, but he couldn’t place where. He was also a little shocked at her casualty of tone towards him. He wasn’t typically familiar with this sort of banter when he was working his night job. “I don’t have a mother, and I can promise you I’ve never picked up a strand of hay in my life.”

“Yikes.” Yikes?

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“So any specific crime bosses we’re looking for?” He shook his head at the change in topic.

“There’s no ‘we’. I work alone.”

She had moved to the edge of the building, walking along the small overhanging stone on the roof.

“Well it’s either we work together or against each other, so your choice.” She was placing on foot in front of the other as she talked, hands out, balancing.

He huffed out some air. “His name is Wilson Fisk, and he knows what he’s doing.”

“Well obviously, but so do we.” He had felt her sit down on the overhang, and walked up to sit down next to her. “Hey Devil?”

He started to swing his legs back and forth in the open air. “Hmm?” He could feel her legs doing the same not too long after.

“Where did the name come from?”

The building’s emergency lights shone a reddened tone as they flickered in and out of place. A low alarm had been sounding for the past half hour at least, but it eventually became tuned out the longer it blared. She stood in the open framed doorway, spinning a knife absentmindedly in her hands, set on distracting Fisk’s head man of this complex. The two had established that she was the talker of this weird temporary alliance/partnership, whereas he tended to be more hands on. Before they had moved onto the floor she was currently on, she pointed out how entertaining it could be to taunt the men who claimed their allegiance to this Fisk guy. He had said to keep him busy until he cleared the rest of the floor, where he would then meet up with her to help get whatever they could out of the man across from her currently.

Making herself known, she cleared her throat. "This place is so dull, there’s not a thing on the walls. How do you not get bored?” The man turned at the sound of her honey laced voice, and took a menacing step her way. “I wouldn’t try anything buckaroo, one more step and your face will become very intimate with the concrete.” He froze in place, glaring at her. She shifted her position against the doorframe. “The least they could do is paint the place, I mean who wants to be surrounded by off-yellow walls for hours? I could never. Tell me, Kevin. Can I call you Kevin?” She saw him discreetly reach for something in his pocket, clearly trying to be subtle. “I think a soft lavender would be nice in here. I mean, I heard somewhere that having a positive work environment can do wonders.”

He pulled his arm out of his pocket, a gun attached to it. She had no choice but to use her speed minorly to swerve out of the way of the shots, hoping that his adrenaline was pumping enough to blur what just occurred. As the last bang rang out, she closed in, knocking it out of his hands and hitting his head with the butt of her knife. Dazed, he swung at her sloppily, and as she struck a blow to his larynx, she hit his head once more with the blunt of her weapon, sending him to the ground.

“That wasn’t that fair, Kevin.” She kicked his side to roll him onto his back, pressing her foot on top of his chest with just enough pressure to keep him there. “What got you in this position, huh? Was it money? Force?” He turned his head and spit towards her shoe. A look of appall covered her features.

“Okay, so we can add your manners to the list of things we need to workshop.”

With her foot still atop his upper body, pressing into his lungs, she sheathed her knife and bent down to pick up his shirt collar. She shifted her energy into dragging him off the floor and up against one of the squash coloured walls.

“You have a family, Kevin? A spouse, a kid, a parent? What would your mother say if she found out what your job was?”

The slur in his words was apparent as he spoke for the first time.

“Fuck you, bitch.”

She exaggerated a frown.

“Oh no, my feeling are shattered.” Before she could continue her act, she felt the footsteps of le diable approaching the room. She lifted him off the wall and slammed him back onto it. “I’ll cut to the chase then--you’re going to tell us what Fisk is planning, and you’re going to do so if you want to keep your life.”

“Us?”

“Us.” His voice of gravel made her smirk, appreciating his presence.

“Nice of you to join.”

He shrugged and walked over to the two. “What can I say, I like to make an entrance.”

“Now, Fisk.”

The man attempted to free himself from her grasp, thrashing himself back and forth. She readjusted her grip to keep the hold on the cotton material of his muscle shirt.

Le Diable moved his head towards her before settling it in the direction of the other man. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

The man’s voice was filled with struggle. “You’re not getting shit out of me.”

She glanced towards le Diable, then set her gaze back to where it was prior.

“So, the hard way.” Taking her free hand she struck a blow to upwards towards his nose, an audible crack being heard throughout the room. A wail followed.

“He’ll-he’ll kill me if I say anything!”

A small smirk donned her features.

“Oh, honey, he won’t if we do first. At least with us, you’ll have some puny attempt at redemption.”

Matt widened his sightless eyes, a wave of shock rushing through him. He took a second to listen to her heartbeat, to see if she truly meant it. She-she couldn’t. This was not going to be another Elektra situation. He steadied his breathing for a moment, and was filled with relief when he heard her heartbeat spike up at the threat. She was bluffing.

“You-you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I? Devil?” He felt her turn towards him, and he decided to keep up her act. He wan’t pleased at doing so, though.

“Tell us what you know about Fisk.”

The man weighed his lose-lose options, then hesitantly spoke.

“Okay, okay. I’ve never met him, but I’ve met his assistant. Curly hair, way too formal. He’s Fisk’s right hand man.”

Matt’s voice was scratchy with anger towards the bald crime lord. “Go on.”

“A-all I know is that Fisk cares more about him than anything or anyone else.”

“What’s his name?” Her voice had a sense of familiarity within it, but Matt couldn’t place where he knew it from. He had gotten this feeling about her before, and he thought that if he wasn’t just overthinking everything that his senses would at least pick up on what his mind wouldn’t. Something was...off about it, about her, and either his trust issues were showing (which could’ve quite possibly been the case), or she was really good at hiding it.

“I don’t know.” His voice was equipped with a spike of heart rate.

“Liar.” He put his hand on her arm, snapping her attention momentarily away from the pulp of a man parallel to her. “May I?”

He could tell that her face twisted up in a smirk.

“Of course. You thought I was bad Kevin? Well you haven’t met my friend.”

Within a mere twenty minutes the pair had gotten the information they needed. They were side by side now, stealthily sneaking out of the building with sound of sirens filling their ears.

“That was fun you know, we make a good pair.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

She shoved his shoulder with hers in a playful yet tired manner, chuckling. He knew he shouldn’t have the red crawling up the back of his neck at the sound, especially because he didn’t like having too many bonds with people-it was one of his biggest internal battles he was constantly at war with-but her laugh, this genuine sound, well it made him feel like a pubescent teenage boy again. He thanked God that she couldn’t hear his heart pounding against his ribcage. Or, at least, he hoped she couldn’t hear it. He didn’t quite know what abilities she had, if she even had any.

“Well I personally had a blast. Man, I haven’t felt that alive in-”

Her words faded out of his head when his senses zeroed in on her. He smelt it, the sticky red that was clotted at her side. How had he not noticed it before?

“Stop. Stop for a second.” He turned to face her, hands on her shoulders to face her. Reaching down to her waist, her knew he was right when he felt her tense at his touch. “You’re bleeding. Did he hit you?”

Confusion laced her tone at first. “I don’t think so, I swerved all of his attacks. Unless-” he felt the drop of her heartbeat. “He must have grazed me with his last bullet. Ope, yeah, now that I’m focusing on it, I can definitely feel it.” She put her hand on top of his at her wound site and hissed. “The adrenaline must have-it must have worn off. Fuck that hurts. Just-” she sucked in a breath. “-just give me a minute, yeah?”

“C’mon, I’ll go patch you up. I have some equipment back at my place.”

She nearly cut him off with how immediate her reply was. “Oh, no no, I’ll be okay.” A prick of rejection coursed through his system at her words. She must have picked up on it quickly though, because she quickly tried to rephrase. “I don’t mean no I don’t want to, I definitely do. But, I-” Another deep breath. “-I just, were both vigilantes, right? The less we about one another, the better. I don’t want to risk anything.”

He nodded his head in understanding, an overwhelming desire to change the topic consuming him before he was left to dwell on his own thoughts.

“Have you killed anyone before?”

He could feel her gaze shift from her wound, to him, then back to her wound, slowly taking his hand off of it in...caution? He quickly came to the conclusion that he probably could have worded that better.

“I...do not have to disclose that to you.” He noticed her eyes had widened, and he snorted at how she interpreted his statement.

“I didn’t mean it in any threatening sense, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I was just-I’m going to stop talking now.” He exhaled a large breath.

A beat of silence passed between them, an uncomfortable tension filling the air.

Her heartbeat rose, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to the intensity of the question, or rather if it was an answer within itself.

Her voice was small when she responded and when she did, and it was like she was an entire different person in that moment.

“Would you think about me any different if I have?” He knew that she was nervous about his response, but, so was he.

Would he think of her differently?

Killing was probably the biggest act against his moral code, and he knew deep down that he might. So, he rationalized with himself.

“I guess it depends on the situation.”

Her voice cracked as she replied.

“Then yes.”

Another beat of quiet.

“Have you?”

His answer was spoken in a tone carbon copy of hers.

“Almost.”

That next day

The phone left on Karen’s kitchen table buzzed again in a vain attempt to notify her. Court was about to start, and she was no where to be seen.

8:50 a.m.“Y/n? Where are you? Matt, Foggy and I have been trying to get ahold of you all morning.” A pause. “Are you alright?”

8:52 a.m. “Y/n we’re worried about you, you kind of need to be here right now. Matt, Karen and I are going to have to go alone in if you’re not here soon. Please show up. This could turn ugly quick in the eyes of the public you’re not, you know, present for your case. Call us back. Please.”

8:58 a.m. “Y/n, it’s Matt. Are you safe? Are you okay? We can help you, we’ll find you if something happened. We know you’re fast-I’m sure with an excuse if you show up within the next five minutes you won’t be in too much hot water.” A deep breath could be heard, full of frustration and a dash of panic. “Did something happen? If you’re thinking of running, don’t. We almost have you out. Please don’t leave us.”

The calls wouldn’t reach her. Not that day at least.

Because there she stood, sirens of security wailing in an attempt to get whoever was near to listen. Her arms were raised in surrender while she stood in the room of a home she once called hers, the photos of a certain super soldier and his friends in hand.

translations:

le diable (de): the devil (of)

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#Matt Murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matty boy #im a really good lawyer #Karen Page #foggy nelson #holy ground #daredevil x reader #Daredevil #charlie cox

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When the End Comes

Chapter 1: Cold is the Night

Kagome Higurashi was in deep shit.

“You didn’t really think you could get away, did you?” his voice slithered through the phone. His tone was almost chiding, laced with mock concern as though for a misbehaving child. She could almost see his raised eyebrows, the sneer curling his lips.

Kagome’s entire body went rigid. Despite herself, her pulse quickened, heart pounding a painful stuttering rhythm in her chest. She inhaled a hissing breath through clenched teeth. “Funny,” she spat into the receiver, “I think I already have.”

She was moving even as she spoke, leaping off the motel bed and shoving her arms into the sleeves of her green hoodie. She grabbed the sandy yellow duffel bag she always kept within reach and slung it over her back, the strap a thick diagonal across her chest.

“Tsk, tsk, Kagome,” he crooned, still with that goddamn paternal censure. “You won’t get far. You never do.” He paused, and his voice deepened, as though he relished every word. “I’m only telling you this for your own good. You know that when you’re caught you’ll have to be punished.”

Her heart gave a particularly painful thump as she threw open the door of her motel room, her car keys gripped tight in her fist. The neon-lit night air punched into her lungs. She could feel her breath growing shallow as her chest constricted. Her temples were beginning to throb in tandem with the rapid beat of her pulse.

But she wouldn’t give that bastard the satisfaction of knowing she was scared.

“If you just come back,” he was saying, voice smooth and dark as an oil slick, “it’ll be easier on you in the end. You won’t—”

“Shut up,” she said, ragged and guttural, the words ripped from her very core. “The only way I’m ever going back there is in a body bag.”

She snapped the flip-phone closed and tossed it into the bushes lining the motel’s exterior—it was a burner cell phone, she’d have to get another now—but she didn’t do it quickly enough to miss his whispered promise.

“That can be arranged.”

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As she peeled out of the motel parking lot—the engine of her decade-old Honda Fit chugging to keep up with the sudden acceleration—she tried to figure out how he’d gotten the number of her burner cell. She wasn’t stupid, she knew burner cells didn’t guarantee anonymity. But it was a new burner. She’d only had it for a week, and hadn’t used it for much of anything yet. Not for fake credit card applications, not for hotel reservations or car rental paperwork. This number she’d kept to herself. She didn’t even have the phone turned on most of the time. And he’d still found it.

Her breathing was still too rapid and shallow, her heart still beating an abnormal jerky rhythm. She needed to calm down. She needed to plan her next steps. If she didn’t, she risked making a stupid mistake that might get her caught.

As she turned a sharp left onto the Shuto Expressway—going much too fast if the squeal of her tires was any indication—Kagome forced herself to take deep breaths and relax her shoulders. She tried to focus her mind on the measures she’d taken in the last month to avoid his detection.

She’d learned from painful experience that if she wanted to disappear, it wasn’t enough to just cover her trail. She had to keep her hunters busy, too. Keep them preoccupied with looking for her in the wrong places.

Disinformation was a powerful tool. Kagome had learned that if she left enough bogus trails behind her, she could give herself the precious advantage of time. A head start. All it took was the right paperwork trail: an application to rent an apartment, resulting in a credit check from the landlord, creating an inquiry on her credit report. Any tracker running a credit report on her would see the inquiry and follow it back to the apartment’s location. And by the time they’d traced her there, she’d have already developed a whole mess of fake information to keep them tangled in dead-ends for awhile: applications for utilities and phone service at the apartment she would mysteriously never move into; a fake employment address at a large local company that would require investigation to verify; small bank accounts opened in her name all over the area.

It was all about wasting their time, so she could give herself more time to get further away.

And it had been working. For the last month she’d kept two steps ahead of him.

So she just had to do it again, that was all. She had to start another fake trail. Maybe this time it would be another bank account, another credit card application.

It didn’t matter that he’d somehow gotten her burner number. She’d just get another. And another. Maybe a burner SIM card this time, so she could actually use smartphones again.

Exhaling long and slow, Kagome finally felt her heartbeat return to normal. The throbbing in her temples eased, and she could think more clearly.

She just had to keep doing what she’d been doing. Fake trails, constant moving, never staying in one place—or even one region—for too long. She’d been doing fine, and she could keep doing fine if she just played it smart.

She’d never allow Naraku to catch her again.

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Kagome Higurashi only allowed herself enough possessions to fit into her yellow duffel bag. Three pairs of jeans, four shirts (two white t-shirts, one knit sweater, and one nice floral blouse for the right occasions), one hoodie, one pair of sneakers, one pair of thick rubber-soled boots, five pairs of underwear and three bras. She kept a thick winter coat in her car, in addition to a pack of water bottles and emergency food supplies in the trunk.

She didn’t carry a purse. She had one leather trifold wallet—with RFID blocking, of course—in which she kept no more than ¥30,000 in cash; three state-issued ID cards, one real, two fake; six credit cards, four under fake names, two under her real name for the sake of bogus trails.

She had a passport. She had basic hygiene supplies—toothpaste, face cleanser, shampoo, tampons. She had two screwdrivers and one wrench. She had exactly one picture of her family, tucked away into an inner pocket of her duffel. She had one novel, dog-eared and spine-creased. She had a 9mm pistol and four boxes of ammunition.

Whenever she stayed in a hotel, she kept her duffel within easy reach. Always ready for a quick exit. She never unpacked it. Never. If she was feeling especially anxious, she would use it as a pillow, or sleep with her legs draped over it.

The duffel was one of the last things she'd grabbed before she was taken. Somehow having it with her felt like having a tiny piece of home.

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Over the next few days, she made her way steadily north, towards the Miyagi Prefecture. She’d taken a detour and left some fake trails to the south around Yokohama. Now she wanted to head in an entirely different direction. She didn’t know how long it would take Naraku’s hunters to find the Yokohama trail, but she wanted to be far, far away when they did. Hopefully they would think she’d kept heading south.

She’d found a car junkyard on the outskirts of Tokyo, where she’d snuck in after hours and lifted the license plates off a few junkers. As a precaution, she’d swapped her car’s license plates that night, and she planned to do it again after her next stint on the expressway.

The next day she stopped in a little suburb an hour outside Fukushima. She hoped to get her hands on a burner SIM card—surely this place had a decent electronics store?—but first she had another problem to fix. She was starving.

She walked around until she found a decent-looking ramen shop. It was small and cramped—a stretch of bar long enough to accommodate eight stools, behind it a kitchen partially hidden by curtains—and it smelled heavenly. She sat at the bar and ordered a bowl of chuka soba.

Sōta’s favorite.

But, delicious though the ramen turned out to be, Kagome began to feel more and more uneasy the longer she sat there. She glanced around her. The shop was nearly empty. Two old men sat on the farther side of the bar, noisily slurping their noodles. The man in the kitchen, half obscured by the curtains, had his back turned to her as he stirred something in a huge stock pot on the stove. And anyway, nobody had hardly looked at her the entire time she’d been here.

She turned her head enough to look behind her, through the sliding glass doors of the shop. The street beyond was quiet. A handful of pedestrians passed by on the sidewalk as she watched. An occasional car swept by.

But the unease turned to a persistent hum of anxiety, prickling along her skin. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

She tried to ignore it—it wasn’t as though paranoia was new to her—but it kept getting worse. Soon the ramen started to taste like cardboard in her mouth; a cold leaden weight settled in the pit of her stomach.

Scrubbing her hands down her face, Kagome sighed. She stubbornly willed away the prickle of tears she felt collecting in the corners of her eyes.

Crying was a distraction she couldn’t afford.

Pulling her wallet out of her back pocket, she dropped the Yen she owed onto the counter of the bar and left the shop.

Kagome retraced her steps to where she’d parked her car. Out on the street, she watched the people milling around her without looking like she was watching them. Her ears were hyper-sensitive to the street sounds: every pedestrian’s footstep sounded like it was right on her tail, every voice felt raised and aggressive, every vehicle on the road seemed to break right when it passed her. Her shoulders were hunched up to her neck. She tried to relax them.

She rounded the corner of the street where she’d parked. Her eyes sought the familiar shape of her little Honda—and suddenly she came to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk

A man was leaning against the passenger door of her car. And he was looking right at her.

He was tall, maybe six feet. Lean athletic build. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, legs crossed at the ankle as he casually lounged against her car. Shoulder-length silver hair. Yōkai ears—dog? cat?—sat atop his head, angled towards her. Claws tipped the fingers that rested against his arms. And his eyes—still staring directly at her—were gold.

Kagome sucked in a breath. She felt the muscles in her shoulders bunch up again.

Her thoughts started whirring as panic squeezed her lungs. She shouldn’t have stopped. Shouldn’t have acknowledged his stare. She should’ve kept walking as though she hadn’t seen him, as though that wasn’t her car at all. She might have blended in with the crowd if she hadn’t just made herself so obvious. She hardly could’ve given herself away any faster, except maybe if she’d shouted “Hey, look at me!” How could she salvage this now?

He’d already noticed her, and unless he was a complete idiot, he knew she was suspicious—probably knew she was afraid. She couldn’t take that back by trying to blend in.

Her only hope here was speed, and maybe the relative safety of being in public.

Kagome abruptly whipped around and ran.

She’d barely made it ten feet before she felt a large hand clamp down on her shoulder. It spun her around with a strength that nearly sent her toppling over on the sidewalk.

On impulse she opened her mouth to scream—but his other hand smothered her lips, stifling her cry.

Golden eyes narrowed down at her. “You Kagome Higurashi?”

She jerked fiercely against the hand on her shoulder. It didn’t budge.

A small smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his voice a deep rumble.

“You’re coming with me.”

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