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Sharing is Caring (2/3)

A/N:OKAY BABES ITS HERE AHHHAGGH SO EXCITED THIS TOOK AGES BEC LIFE N SHIT BUT ANYWAY WHOOO SO EXCITED Anyway few things, this chapter gets kinda steamy but all the explicit smuts will be in part 3 its gonna be pure filth, after editing this mf came out to 28.3 pages and 10,275 words so I had to split it up, for those of you disappointed by the lack of horny never fear, the smut chapter is about 60% done and as soon as I post this I'm going back to working at it anyway please enjoy hope you like it!! feedback is welcome. Mi amada = My beloved

TW'S: YANDERE, KIDNAPPING, WEED MENTION, PAST MURDER MENTION

To say your day had been a bad one would have been putting it lightly.

It started out fine enough, you awoke to several of your usual good mornings, each Delmont had their own unique way of greeting you, and after taking the time to sleepily respond to each of them, you started your morning routine, fighting the urge to fall back into the warmth of your bed, your eyes struggled to remain open.

See you'd spent the better half of last night scrolling through your personal feeds, hours upon hours of cute couples blaring their love in your face, blatant affection everywhere you looked, shameless PDA, and grand romantic gestures.

The tooth-rotting fluff didn't usually bug you, but something about this particular onslaught of romance brought out this tidal wave of loneliness and envy.

It felt murky and heavy and you hated every second of it.

The five Delmont boys had grown into your found family, and usually, their antics didn't allow you the space to feel alone, but even that immense affection couldn't fill the hole that had steadily begun to grow in your chest.

Years upon years of no one showing genuine romantic interest in you had slowly but surely carved out a pit of self-loathing in your gut. Something you managed to hold off being consumed by until now.

Falling in love seemed like such an expected life event, from movies to songs and stories, people falling in love were everywhere you looked, and even though the little voice in your head tried to reassure you that you were just a late bloomer, the dark thoughts still haunted you well into the morning.

Brushing your teeth with a focused vigor, your mind began to reel as you stopped to really think about it all, the state of your love life or rather, lack thereof, how you've never been in a relationship, never been on a date, hell if it weren't for Marcos, you'd have to add never been kissed to the pitiful list, the older twin had been your first and only kiss when you were seventeen, but that was just him being a good friend in your time of need, of that you were certain.

You can remember it so clearly, sitting idly in your room, still living at the Delmont house, you'd been silently stewing in your sadness for a few hours by the time he found you.

What brought on this sour mood was a few offhanded jokes at your expense, you know those people you're only 'friends' with in class? Well, one of those girls, Lisa, had teased you relentlessly for the entire hour of biology when you'd accidentally let it slip you'd never kissed someone before.

And while she may have been joking, the words still left the strangest sting in your stomach, it made you feel weird, an odd cocktail of shame and embarrassment, and it wasn't as if you didn't want to kiss someone, you just didn't have many- scratch that, any options.

No one but the boys ever talked to you at school, for some strange reason, everyone else seemed to avoid you like the plague, cruel whispers of your name said behind even crueler stares, the twins usually swooped in before you could think to question the odd looks, but it was impossible not to notice.

Marcos found you curled into a fetal position on your bed, stuffed animals surrounding you in a protective barrier, he'd originally come upstairs with the intention of collecting you for dinner, there was this unspoken rule between the boys that whoever brought you down got to sit next to you at the table, but when he entered he could practically feel your sadness hanging in the air, his brows furrowed at the sight, instantly clocking your upset mood, he quickly switched gears, his face scrunching in visible concern.

One thing about Marcos was his inability to hide how he was feeling.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he toyed with the small silver ball in his ear, his nerves on edge at the sight of that look on your face, he hated seeing you upset, all the boys did, he didn't wait for an answer before rushing the rest of the way inside, kicking the door shut with his foot.

"No Co'- I'm fine, just tired." You used his nickname, trying in vain to put on a brave face but you knew in your heart of hearts that trying to lie to a Delmont was all but impossible. "Is dinner done? I hope she made adobo again god it's so good-" You tried to get up and walk downstairs but he stopped you with a gentle push of your shoulders, gently leading you back into a seated position, he gave a comforting squeeze before letting go, now standing before you with his hands on his hips, the image made you want to laugh, he looked a lot like his mother when she was about to scold him for something.

"Nah- we ain't leaving this room till you tell me what's up."

His insistence caused you to roll your pretty (e/c) eyes at the taller male, the way you crossed your arms, paired with that damn pout on your lipgloss-lined lips was a foul combo that had his heart skipping all kinds of beats. It took all his willpower not to squish your cheeks together.

"Why do you assume something's up?"

"Cuz' I know you dummy." He said so softly, it immediately disarmed you, his hand gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and you felt your chest tighten at the action.

"I swear I'm good okay? Can we just go eat? My stomach is touching my back." Usually, by this point, your puppy-dog eyes would make him fold, he was, and still is, rather weak to your whims, but he held strong.

Flopping beside you on the bed, he shuffled to lay on his right side, making sure to maintain eye contact, his hand began toying with one of his longer necklaces, his red eyes rolling as he spoke, "Mhm, right, okay. Quick question, how are you sitting there so calmly when your pants are clearly on fire?"

You gasped laughing slightly, "How dare you come into my domain and call me a liar? Have you no shame?" He smiled to himself knowing his plan to cheer you up was working, "C'moooon tell me whats wronggggg- I won't stop whining till ya fess up pleaseeeeeeee-" you threw a pillow at his head, "Okay! okay just shut up! Damn.."

You felt yourself hesitate, as if not speaking the words made them any less true.

"-Lisa kinda clowned me in class today cuz' I," the words turned to ash on your tongue, the embarrassment flushing your skin with an uncomfortable heat, to be admitting something so childish to someone as promiscuous as Marcos, felt all the more humiliating, and you didn't think you could handle him laughing at you.

"You can tell me anything Mi amada." You could hear the sincerity in the soft way he spoke, all playfulness gone.

How seriously he took your emotions managed to ease your fear of rejection enough to blurt out, "I haven't ever um- kissed anyone, and it made me feel, I dunno kinda bad I guess?" you laughed softly, that uncomfortable wave of shame echoing through your body, "She was just kiddin' around." You added that last bit knowing how overprotective he could get, god forbid he told Manny, you tried again to laugh it off, beginning to play with the ears of the blue stuffed bunny Gabe had given you years ago, the action was a wonderful alternative to holding Marcos's now burning stare.

He was quiet for a moment which was concerning since Marcos was never quiet. Suddenly sitting straight up, he ever so softly took the stuffed bunny from your hands to interlock your fingers. His intense, warm gaze held you frozen in place like a statue.

His tongue poked out to flick over his bottom lip, a nervous tick of his, and he swallowed before whispering,

"Kiss me then."

Marcos spoke it so softly, sounding so breathless. You laughed on instinct, thinking he was teasing, but when he remained silent, smiling at you like you held all the stars in the sky, you felt the heat crawl up your skin.

"Ha ha very amusing Co'-" you threw a pillow toward his chest with your free hand, "Cides' I don't want my first one to be some kinda' pity kiss from my best friend because he felt bad." Once more you played it off, trying desperately to ignore the funny feeling that had blossomed in your stomach, waiting for him to quit the game and stop the joke.

Only Marcos wasn't laughing.

"Who the fuck said anything about pity? You should know me well enough by now- I never say anything I don't mean." He leaned over, close enough where you could see the small constellation of freckles just under his eyes, you'd never noticed them before. He was far enough away not to pressure you, but the invitation was clear.

"But- we, um I-" Your mind was racing with hundreds of thoughts, and as if he sensed this, he let go of one hand to brush the hair from your face, his thumb lingering to swipe across your cheek in a feather-like touch, it felt like he had electricity in his fingertips, he stared into your eyes with an intensity you couldn't quite place.

"Don't think so hard." He smiled as he spoke, the words whispered against your lips, you were so close you could feel each of his shaky exhales, he looked back and forth from your eyes to your lips, waiting on bated breath for your response.

Allowing your eyes to flutter shut, you relaxed your posture and simply fell into the moment, now both of his hands were on your face, pulling you in that much deeper, his lips were soft and tasted faintly of cherry chapstick, one of his hands moved to cradle the back of your neck, holding you against him as he moved his mouth against yours in what felt like a well-practiced dance. His tongue swiped against your plush lips ever so slightly as you pulled away, skin flushed and hearts pounding.

He didn't allow the budding tension to take over, instead, he sat back with his familiar grin. "There, easy fix." he swiped at his lips with his thumb, sticking the appendage between his teeth in a daring display. The way you tasted, how perfect you felt in his arms, he could feel the addiction settling in, and happily surrendered himself to it.

He knew at that moment no one else would ever compare to you, to the way you made him feel. And despite how simple, the relatively innocent kiss you just shared was, it had him the hardest he'd ever been in his life, thankfully you seemed so flustered and dazed he was able to hide the tent in his pants with a well-placed pillow.

You'd both gone down to dinner after locking pinkies and swearing never to tell another soul, you assuming he simply didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about you two, but really he was covering his ass, knowing if any of the others found out he'd gotten to be your first kiss, he wouldn't be walking for a while, Gabe had promised to break both ankles if he ever touched you, a threat he knew was no joke, but to Marcos, it was well worth the risk, he hated seeing you so upset about something he could very easily change, so he did, and he couldn't be happier.

The two of you had matching, knowing smiles on your faces that night, he even shot you a wink before bed, you couldn't get the giddy feeling to go away for weeks, even though you knew it was just him being a good friend, the warmth that had blossomed couldn't be undone.

These spiraling thoughts haunted you like a ghost, that is until you looked down at your coffee pot and remembered the cute guy who slipped you his number a few days ago. Normally you'd just let the small piece of paper go unused, too afraid to make a fool of yourself to actually reach out, but today was different.

Fueled by your melancholy thoughts, you quickly texted him before you could talk yourself out of it, and it seemed to be going well, the banter was flirty enough, if nothing else it would be fun to play dress up, so you began a feverish rush to get ready, and in that time, Manny had invited himself in while you rushed through a shower.

The redhead did this often, so you didn't blink when you heard him enter in his usual brand of loud. "Oh, honey I'm home!"

"In the shower!" You felt rude leaving him out there so you sped through the last of your routine and found him lying comfortably on your bed, face buried in his phone. He offered you a familiar, wolf-like grin before turning his attention back to the screen, you'd known him so long the action of dressing in front of him wasn't anything to bat an eye at, "Sorry- didn't know you were coming over or I woulda' showered sooner, you don't mind if I get ready right?"

"Mmhm" was his simple response so you continued with your routine, rambling nervously about your plans.

He appeared as chipper as usual, that is until you told him about your date, it was as if the energy in the room shifted into something- else.

He seemed to be in this state of disbelief, questioning how and when this happened, ignoring the sting in your chest at the thought of him not believing you, and all the ugly thoughts it brought up, you continued to browse through your wardrobe, hoping the search for a cute set of bottoms would help you push through your nerves about it all before you could ask why he found the concept so unbelievable, you'd heard his rushed goodbye, the slam of the door made you jump in place, nearly dropping the garment because that was weird as hell.

Manny always hugged you goodbye, so his running off made you pause, it was instinctual for you to comfort him when he got worked up in that way only Manny could, so you were just about to call him to double-check but were interrupted by your date's number popping up on the screen.

His name was Michael and he sounded so shy when he called to double confirm your attendance, you found his eagerness cute. you silently vowed to check in with your friend after the date and hyped yourself for the night to come.

As the evening began, you found yourself waiting idly by the table, he'd chosen a bit of an upscale bistro as your meeting spot so you felt the need to dress up a bit, a cute black turtleneck dress covered your body like a second skin, hugging your curves in all the right ways, the cashmere number was a gift from Gabe ages ago, and his flustered reaction to seeing you come out of that dressing room is what pushed you to bring it home, you knew your ass looked incredible in the outfit, paired with the knee length, black crushed-velvet boots, you felt hot as hell and were excited to see your date's reaction.

Only you never got the chance.

Thirty minutes go by with no sign of Michael.

What was supposed to be a fun night out quickly soured into an evening of humiliation as your date ignored your call for the third time since you'd arrived. You felt the shame creep up as you faced the cold hard fact, you'd been stood up.

Feeling utterly stupid for getting all primped and preened for some douche who didn't even have the nerve to cancel, you resigned yourself to the sad reality.

I mean he asked you out! He even bothered to make sure you were coming, all that to so coldly blow you off?

A disheartened breath escaped your lips as you let your head meet the table with a thunk. You quickly excused yourself from the restaurant, tossing the money for the wine you'd had with shakey hands. Tears had rushed to your eye, building at the waterline, but you didn't want to cry, not yet.

You'd done well not to fall to the urge to curl up and sob, kicking your boots off at the door, uncaring of the way they nearly knocked over a plant, it wasn't until a second later when the silence of your home became glaringly loud, did it all become too much.

Throwing yourself onto the couch, you buried your face in the soft cushion and wept like a baby. Shoulders shaking, voice cracking cries left your form. After a good fifteen minutes of crying as hard as you could, you wiped at your flush face and shuffled your way to the bottle of some half-empty whiskey, Marcos had left in your cabinet ages ago.

He'd pitch a full fit if he saw you chasing his 100$ liquor with the Coke you had in your fridge, the thought of the male made a new round of sobs bubble past your wet lips, you'd always held a candle of affection for the tall redhead, of course, you loved all of the Delmont's but you'd always had a little crush on Marcos, you compared it to the feeling of crushing on a celebrity, where your subconscious mind knows they're out of reach, so it feels like a harmless fantasy.

Love came to him so effortlessly, and he discarded it just as easily, the nasty feeling of envy came up and you quickly shook your head, choosing to drown the thoughts in the burning amber liquid rather than face them.

About an hour after your failed excursion, you found yourself resting comfortably on the kitchen floor, back pressed into the cool metal of your fridge, the whiskey bottle now empty, you'd taken to rolling it back and forth between your foot and the wall, allowing yourself to just be lost in the hazy sensations around you.

The shrill ring of your doorbell burst your blissfully drunk bubble.

"Go 'way.." you slurred from your rather relaxed position on the floor, the sexy outfit you'd put on just to show off was bunched at your waist for comfort, the knock came again, this time followed by the voice of one of your best friends.

"Sugarplum? It's us, can we come in?" Manny whined from behind the wood, you could practically see the pout on his face, of course, he had a key so it was really more of a formality than an actual question.

He didn't wait for your response, instead shuffling his way inside, the greasy takeout in his hand had you crawling across the floor to meet him halfway.

A happy and clearly drunk gasp left your wine-stained lips, "Manny! you didn't gimmie a hug earlier what was up with that?-Oh shit is that Taco Bell?" He made a noise of agreement holding the bag towards you. "Sure is, and m'sorry about before Hun, I was in a mood but I promise it wasn't your fault."

His voice was like warm sugar as he spoke, now kneeling beside you, he held his arms out eagerly accepting the somewhat sloppy hug you threw his way. "Now, can you let Marcos pick you up so you can eat baby?" His hands rubbed up and down your arms, bringing goosebumps to the surface.

With a few slow but determined nods, you happily agreed, turning to face Manny's other half.

The older of the two had squatted down beside you, his ring-clad hand moved to brush a few sweat-soaked curls from your head. "Hey princess." He smiled softly at your pretty flushed face, the way you stared up at him, had his pulse thumping. "Heeey good lookin' you come here often?" You threw your hands around his neck which gave him the perfect opportunity to scoop you up, he led you to the couch, setting you down as if you were made of porcelain. He sent his twin a subtle nod as he moved you.

"How was your date?" Marcos's honey-dipped voice cooed from his position beside you, the action sent vibrations down your back making you flinch away from him with an airy giggle. "Wellllll, kinda hard to rate it when the guy doesn't show up." You sighed hastily digging through the bag Mammy had given you.

"What a scumbag- I'd never leave you by your lonesome like that." He cupped your flushed cheek, gently rubbing his thumb along the underside of your jaw. Food momentarily forgotten you dropped the bag in your lap, shoulders sagging with all the weight of the failed night, "Promise?" You asked, getting teary-eyed all over again.

He felt his chest tighten at the sight, as pretty as you looked right now, he was the only one allowed to make you cry, anyone else doing it was basically a war crime in his eyes. "Cross my heart and hope to die, baby." He threw an arm over the couch allowing you space to cuddle into his side.

When you were good and comfy he turned you to face him with the lightest touch to your chin, "You see this?" He slipped the ring on his pointer finger off, and gently lowered the band around your thumb. "This makes my promise official."

Manny had suddenly appeared before you, a small cup in his hands.

"Hey sweetie, you finished off Marco's bottle huh?" He smiled at the dazy way you nodded yes, fighting the urge to gush over your cuteness, "Well I don't want you to be sick tomorrow, can you take these for me? Good girl." You'd opened your mouth without question, having nothing but trust in the two men before you, you let him hold the cup to your lips and swallowed, mumbling a sleepy "thank you." into the skin of Marco's neck. His full body shiver goes unnoticed by you.

The twins watched you fall under with laser-focused eyes, the hardest part would be peeling Marcos away from you long enough for him to do his job.

Once they had both you and your stuff tucked away snugly in the car, Manny insisted on being in the back with you, holding you close to his chest, in your sleep, you held him back, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all the good emotions pumping through his veins- at his love for you, he felt himself get a bit teary at the sight of you finally where you belonged, safe in his arms.

Marcos made good and sure to wipe away any evidence of them being there, and all but ran back to their car to begin the long drive to your forever house.

Back at said home, the eldest of the brothers was doing one last walkthrough to make everything perfect for his Honey's arrival.

Caspian had managed to make the home feel lived in from the few hours he had to prep, a fully stocked kitchen, your favorite scent wafting gently through the air, Ricky had the foresight to install dimmer switches in every room because he knew how you loathed the 'big light', your bedroom had the biggest bed Caspian had ever seen, he'd made sure everything was ready for your arrival, even taking the time to warm your blankets in the dryer.

He moved around the space with a fluidness surprising for someone of his size, already familiar with the layout, the eldest Delmont made his final rounds around the home, making extra sure all the locks and exits were secure, he knew eventually, you'd come to love it here, but he also understood you'd need some time to adjust, these were just precautions.

He nearly squealed when he got the text from the twins, you were finally here! Finally home. He couldn't wait to hug you, kiss you, and give you all the affection he'd been forced to hold back. But he was a patient man and knew you'd be overwhelmed if he did, so instead, he settled for scooping you out of the car, much to his younger brother's displeasure.

You snuggled into his warmth in your sleep, to which he couldn't help but coo over. "Welcome home Honey," he whispered into the crown of your head, a small kiss left as he gently, but hurriedly rushed you inside and away from the snowfall that had just begun.

Manny nearly tackled his twin when they entered their new house, his energy was off the roof, practically buzzing in place as he took in their dream home. The living room had a 70's style conversation pit where you all could relax and they could smother you in the affection you so clearly needed.

A part of him was still bitter about the date, not at you, never at you, but the feeling was there, and all he wanted to do right now was hold you to his chest and let the lull of your heartbeat calm him down. Marcos plopped himself on the soft cushioned couch with a troubling sigh and waved him over.

"What's up? You got a weird look on your face." Manny couldn't fathom his twin being anything other than elated right now, so the odd air around him didn't sit well with the youngest.

"C'mere for a sec Little man- we gotta go over some ground rules before she wakes up." Manny's smile fell as he complied, sitting with a pout, "Ground rules are how we ended up here in the first place." He all but sneered, arms crossed in visible frustration.

Marcos held his hands up in a show of surrender. "I get it, but this is different."

"I know you're excited, god I am too, but there's a real chance she won't be too happy when she wakes up." The older of the two now sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees as he tried to find the right words to explain to his other half.

"What do you mean? This house was literally made for us all, we're in the woods like she's always talked about- she's gonna love it!" Marcos sighed taking his younger brother's hand, already he could feel him panicking at the thought of this going anything but swell.

"Think about it like this bud, she has no idea how we feel, this is gonna be the first time she hears it, and we feel a lot, so we gotta be delicate."

Manny felt his face scrunch in confusion, not able to understand why you wouldn't be happy. You'd never have to lift a finger again, no more bills, work or slimy coffee house creeps to prey on your sweetness, he knew you'd be your happiest here!

"Not to mention the whole waking up somewhere she didn't fall asleep thing." He licked his bottom lip, knowing he had to toe the line in fear of causing his younger brother's next breakdown.

"I'm just sayin' this in case she freaks out okay? I don't want you to be caught off guard- if she says anything mean or hurtful you can't lose your cool aight'?" Marcos watched his younger brother as he processed his words. Knowing his reaction could go either way.

After a tense moment of silence, there was a shift in Manny's expression, as if something clicked. He rubbed at his chin, and Marcos could practically see the gears in his head turning.

"..Okay, it's sorta' like when we brought home that feral kitty, can't hold it against her if we get a few scratches right?" Marcos felt himself relax nodding with a smile that mirrored Manny's. "That's exactly right Bud, C'mon when Cas comes out we can go in there, we should be the first faces she sees dontcha' think?"

Ricky and Gabe arrived at their new home at the same time. The ladder immediately headed straight for the shower as whatever it was he did to your date still stained his hands crimson. Gabe couldn't wipe the wild grin from his face if he wanted to, he felt like he'd just won the lottery.

Ricky had done exactly as he said he would and left a convincing trail of evidence that you were feeling a bit free-spirited and decided to take a little vacation, of course leaving out the where and with whom.

He made his way around your new home with a feeling of accomplishment, everything was perfect now.

You were safe, and once you got over whatever adjustment period you needed, he knew everyone would be happier than ever before. Caspian greeted his younger brother with a bear hug, his smile wider than Ricky had seen in years. "You did good Ricky, real good. This place is perfect." The praise made a weight lift off the long-haired man's shoulders, Caspian was the one he looked up to the most, so to hear such positive confirmation made him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I'm scared she's gonna' freak out- I don't want her to hate us-" he found his anxieties tumbling past his lips without permission, Caspian had that effect on people.

"She won't. Know why? Because this was the right call, we have all the time in the world to show her just how much we care okay? Don't stress it." He clapped a hand on his shoulder and began dragging him to the kitchen.

"C'mon I got too excited and kinda' made too much food."

Gabe took his time in the shower, letting the perfectly hot water wash away his sins of the night. Scratch that, he didn't consider his acts sins, or that of violence, rather, it was an act of love, putting that bastard in the ground for you was just him speaking his particular brand of love language.

The wicked smile curled upon his lips only widened as he watched the pink water turn clear, he was giddy at the thought of you sleeping peacefully just a few rooms away. You were here, like actually here. Nothing or no one would ever hurt you again, and most excitingly, he didn't have to hold back anymore, once you woke up he was going to spill his guts, and if his words of love weren't enough to convince you, he'd just have to show you how you effected him all these years.

Waking up in a slightly hungover haze in an entirely different place than you passed out in should have sent you into a panic, but the familiar feeling of being sandwiched between the twins killed any fear that may have come up, even half asleep and a little hungover, you knew you were always safe when a Delmont was around.

Before you could try to wrap your head around your new surroundings both Manny and Marcos were pressing a big fat kiss into each of your cheeks. "Morning sunshine." Manny sang sweetly, Marcos gave you a hug from the side mumbling his greeting into the skin of your neck. When they pulled away you were far too flustered to ask all the questions burning in your mind, instead, you returned the greetings and mutely followed behind them as Manny took your hand and began to lead you away from the wonderful room you'd woken up in.

Manny led you to the dining room of the seemingly massive house you resided in while Marcos went to shower (not before inviting you to join him of course), the youngest Delmont was as chatty as ever, rambling about everything and nothing but his words weren't registering, you definitely didn't remember coming to wherever the hell this was, and him acting so normal made you feel even weirder, as you shuffled forward the familiar sounds of the rest of the boys got louder and louder.

"Gabriel Miguel Delmont if you touch that bacon one more time I'm putting you outside like a dog." Caspian rarely yelled, even now when he was scolding the blue-haired giant he sounded more disappointed than angry, but it was his voice you noticed first.

"C'mon Cas I'm hungryyy-" you could hear the pout in Gabe's words, "I wanna' eat, there's no reason to wait it's not like we're running out of food anytime soon."

"Yeah well, people in hell want ice water so tough."

"Gabe shut up- Cas stop readjusting the silverware she's not gonna' notice."

"But she might!!" As you both rounded the corner the conversation fell deathly silent. Each man was overcome with their affection for you, it didn't help that you looked so damn cute rubbing the sleep from your eye.

"Mornin'?" You said after a good thirty seconds of them just staring. This seemed to restart them all as Caspian jumped to pull out a chair, his warm smile was infectious, and you found yourself returning it as you sat. "Holy hell Cas you made enough to feed an army."

The spread before you was truly something out of a movie, from savory grits to big fluffy waffles, he seemed to have made every one of your favorite breakfast dishes, and each looked picture-perfect, he was all but beaming as he stood beside you.

"Hope you're hungry." He laughed a bit, nervously flattening the baby pink apron covering his wide chest, he picked up the plate before you, staring down through his thick lashes with such warmth it made your heart race. "May I?" He gestured to the buffet and you nodded, mouth slightly agape as your brain tried to process the scene.

Ricky sat across from you, his long hair in a messy bun, a few strands fell out, framing his face, which speaking of was fixed in the most peaceful expression, you couldn't recall the last time he seemed so relaxed. For once he didn't look like he was moments away from falling asleep, instead, he seemed refreshed, like he'd caught up on all the rest he hadn't gotten over the years.

He stared at you with the softest look, licking his bottom lip before speaking, "Good morning love, did you sleep well?" He sipped at his mug, the cinnamon coffee scent wafted through the room, that cat-like stare of his never once leaving your form.

"Slept like the dead actually-" You figured now was good a time as any to bring up the elephant in the room. "Probably the best sleep I've gotten in ages- speaking of whose bed did I just wake up in?"

"Sorry for the holdup! Water's still warm if you wanna shower sweets." Marcos cut you off as he entered taking his seat by Manny who sat directly to your right, as he eagerly drank you in, the youngest seemed to be vibrating in his seat.

"You should eat, lord knows the last time you did." Gabe teased from his spot beside Ricky, he was the most unabashed in his staring, it felt as if he was just barely holding himself back from leaping across the table, to do what you had no idea, but the grip he had on his fork was cause for concern.

After Caspian deemed your plate full enough he set it before you, his large frame cast a shadow across the table as he leaned over, it almost sounded as if he smelled your hair as he pulled away to take the seat by your left.

"Okay everyone eat up, after you do I'll answer all your questions okay? No lies. Complete transparency." Ricky spoke as if reading your mind, he gave you that smile of his that always made you feel like everything was under control and you relinquished yourself to the five-star meal before you.

If you could ignore the new location, the scene you found yourself in felt rather familiar. Each man bickered with each other as you all ate, you could almost pretend you were back at their house. Gabe finished first as usual, going in for seconds when he asked you to pass him the eggs, his much larger hand gently brushed over your own, and based on the grin he was sporting after, the move was intentional.

Once everyone was finished you thanked Caspian for the meal and turned your attention to Ricky, who looked a bit nervous now. "Soo. This isn't my house?" Despite your casual and light-hearted tone, the atmosphere seemed to shift at that second.

"Yes, it is, just not your old one. And to answer your question from before, that was your bed you woke up in."

"Right. Okay sure- where exactly are we? It's snowing outside." Ricky took a moment to finish off his coffee before responding.

"We're home. Our new home and it's winter Darling, snow is expected for this area." The long-haired man seemed to choose his words carefully, putting extra emphasis on the word our.

"Okay. Um and how exactly did I get to this area? The last thing I remember was chilling at my place with things 1&2 over there." The twins stared at you bashfully, both suddenly looking everywhere but you.

You flicked your gaze over each of them, all looking rather anxious, Ricky opened his mouth to answer but Marcos beat him to the punch. "I- we brought you here last night." He gestured to his twin who was beaming at you. "We couldn't just leave you alone in the state you were in." He added, not technically a lie he reasoned mentally.

You nodded to yourself, wondering how to ask what you really wanted to know.

"You're wondering why right?" Caspian spoke up, his voice was gentle as if talking down a wounded, cornered animal.

You nodded, brows furrowed in confusion, not trusting your voice.

"Well-" he seemed to look to his brothers for confirmation before continuing, a red hue growing on his cheeks as he racked his mind for the right words, he had so much he wanted to say to you! Everything got all jumbled in his brain causing the eldest Delmont to visibly fluster.

"God I've been thinking about this moment for years but now that you're actually here I'm blanking." He let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing his hand over his face as he stumbled over his words.

"Okay I'll say it since these bozos forgot how to talk or somethin'," Gabe rolled up his sleeves and leaned over on the table all business-like.

"You are ours now-" he gestured to the rest of the men in the room, "Sorry, I say 'now' like you haven't always been, but officially, you're ours." He gave a self-satisfied grin, leaning back into his chair. "Yours? what?" He cooed at your frustration, reaching across the table to take your hand in his much larger one.

"Ours to protect," he kissed your pointer finger, "To love," another kiss, now on your palm. "To fuck." His searing stare was only broken when he took the tip of your finger between his lips, gently sucking as he pulled away.

You felt like liquid putty as if he was the only thing grounding you at the moment.

Marcos rolled his eyes at his brute of a brother, jealousy came off him in waves as he sat on the table, taking your other hand he began laying on a few of his own possessive kisses, between each one he spoke "What that meathead is trying to say is we want to take care of you," another kiss, "-all of you." Another. "In every way." He added as if it cleared up any of your steadily building confusion.

Between the tingling in your lower abdomen to the confusion-headache beginning to pulse, you felt breathless.

"Sorry- just let me get this right. You took me out to some fancy cabin in the woods to take care of me?" Your face scrunched in confusion, and gently, you took back both your hands in an attempt to calm down, fanning your face you shakily laughed,

"Why? I'm okay guys really-"

"No, you're not!" Manny interrupted with a teary-eyed huff. "You feel lonely. I know you do, you told me so! You said you were gonna go out with that loser cuz you felt unwanted! That doesn't sound okay to me." The jealousy practically seeped from his words, his bright orange eyes held this darkness you'd only seen in him once or twice, and while he'd always been rather protective of you, this level of hate for someone else at your expense was new.

He had worked himself up and out of instinct, your hand found his own, immediately it calmed his tantrum down, resulting in him just sniffling instead of screaming which he very much wanted to do.

Brushing your thumb against the back of his hand in what you hoped were comforting circles, you hushed his tears, wiping them away with a practiced tenderness.

"It's okay Manny- don't get upset, not for me. I'm just trying to understand all this, can you help me understand?" He nuzzled into your palm like a pup, sighing deeply, he leaned over to rest his forehead against your own.

"I love you- we all do."

"God- I love you guys too, you're my family-"

"No! No! No! Not like that!- we love you." Manny had leaped from his seat, falling to his knees like a worshiper at their God's alter. "I love you like... I love you like the moon loves the sun. I crave you," he kissed his way from your feet to your calves, his hands rubbing patterns into the flesh, "I need you more than I need air in my lungs!" he whined looking up from between your knees.

"I adore you darling- we all do, can't you see?" Bending down, you wipe at his tears once more, and he melts into your touch, muttering this next bit into your skin, "My heart beats for you."

Heat as you'd never felt before rushed through your veins at his bold confession. Your heart raced, blood pounding in your ears as you looped his words in your brain.

A thousand emotions whirled inside you as you stared at them all, there was a small part of you that thought this was all some dream your lonely mind concocted after a night of getting hammered. But then you felt Manny's tears begin to soak into the fabric of your sweats, and the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your mouth gaped as you struggled to find the right words. "You're in love with me? Like all of you?" Manny had resigned himself to leaning in your lap, head buried in your thighs as you combed through his curls with one hand.

"I don't know what to say." You spoke honestly, staring at each of them, you expected sadness from your lack of response but only found warmth in their gazes.

"And you don't need to, I'm glad you're even hearing us out," Caspian spoke, taking a hesitant seat beside you as if he was afraid to scare you off. "Of course, I'm hearing you out you guys are everything to me, sure you went about telling me in the absolute wildest way possible but I don't know what I'd do without you- all of you."

"And you never have to. I meant what I said, you're ours now, we got all the time in the world for you to catch up." Gabe said, his eyes flickered over his youngest brother, still in your lap, and instead of animosity, he stared with a knowing grin. "Okay little man, you worked yourself up, c'mon let's take a walk."

A muffled shout of 'No!' could be heard from Manny, his grip on your waist had become like iron, but Gabe persisted. He scooped the skinner male up by his arms, much like a cat grabbing their kitten by the scruff of its neck, and dragged the pouting male outside with a well-timed wink. "See you in a bit Ma." And with that, they left.

You offered to help Cas clear the dishes, if only for a sense of normalcy but he quickly ushered you away, sending you off to rest with a quick peck to your cheek.

In an attempt not to overwhelm you, each Delmont was off to their own devices, Gabe and Manny still hadn't returned from their walk, Marcos was hotboxing the basement and Caspian was humming his way around the kitchen, which left you to wander the large estate you'd found yourself in.

Retracing your steps led you back into the room you'd woken up in, the large space was open and seemed almost tailored to your tastes. You took the time to search the drawers and see your clothes, the bathroom connected to the room was fully stocked with your favorite brands, and much to your growing confusion, even had stuff from your wishlist.

You looked for your phone in all the typical places it usually was, purse, nightstand, etc. But came up empty-handed. You had a sneaking feeling this was intentional as everything else you could have needed for this impromptu vacation was accounted for.

Feeling the burn of more questions you sought out the man who swore to answer them.

He wasn't too hard to find, and the sound of soft music coming from a record player led you straight to him, the room he was in looked like an upgraded version of his office, he was writing in a leather-bound journal so intensely he didn't notice you walk up. He always looked so pretty when he was working, chin jutted out just the slightest as his eyes flickered back and forth, you always told him how he looked like he belonged in a modern art museum.

"Hey, Ricky?" His head snapped towards you with breakneck speed. "What's up?" He seemed eager as he snapped the book shut and shoved it in a drawer, his small smile was enough to relax you, quickly turning to give you his undivided attention, he waved you in.

"You know where my phone is? I couldn't find it with all my stuff." He smiled at you, taking his glasses off with finesse as if he was prepared for this question. "The boys must have forgotten it." He said matter of factly.

"Well can I use yours?"

"It's dead."

You scoffed feeling your irritation spike at his dismissive attitude, you turned to leave before he spoke out again. "What are you so eager to do on the phone exactly?"

"Oh my god- nothing, I get you guys are trying to- well do whatever this is, but you can't just keep me from my life Rick- I don't need to be coddled." He leaned back into his seat, brows furrowed at your tense form.

"And what exactly are we keeping you from? An empty apartment? A job you despise that sucks the joy outta ya?" He sighed through his nose, tucking a runaway strand behind his ear, "You don't need to worry about any of that shit anymore okay? Have you looked around the house yet?" He asked changing the subject smoothly, you shook your head no, anger fading as quickly as it had come, and watched as he rose, pausing to crack his back.

"Well c'mon, there's lots to see and you oughta be familiar with your own home."

The two of you walked side by side as he took you along the tour, so far not including the rooms you'd already been in, you'd seen a reading room, but what made you pause was the living room itself. It had a flat screen that took up a whole wall, a working currently lit fireplace, a few hanging plants and well-placed candles, and dead center was what you considered the crowing jewel, a mauve and orange themed conversation pit, one you'd always dreamed of having. You couldn't fight your excitement as you rushed past him to flop on the soft cushion.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." You mumbled into the fabric, Ricky stared on in amusement, more than pleased you seemed to be enjoying the home he'd painstakingly brought together for you. Every inch of the house was managed with you in mind, he'd kept amazing notes on your likes and preferences throughout the years, but seeing your genuine excitement had to be his favorite part.

"I promise we can come back here but there are literally three floors to this mother fucker." He smiled down at you, holding a slender hand out, he felt his heart swell as you took it, but instead of rising to his level, you yanked him down to your own, pulling him over, he bounced on the couch with shock written on his features.

"No way my guy- tour is officially paused until we test this here T.V. out okay?" His face flushed as you curled up beside him, "Yes ma'am." He laughed a bit to himself, loving how easily you were entertained. He pulled the remote out from a cleverly disguised compartment on the couch and watched your eyes light up even brighter.

"Holy shit secret couch pouch."

"Focus woman, I paid good money for this T.V. and you're more interested in the furniture." He turned on a random movie and let himself relax at the moment. Drinking in the sight of you so at ease, his heart about exploded from his chest when you snuggled into his side, his arm wrapped around you snuggly, hand rubbing patterns into your flesh.

You didn't feel like racking your brain with a million questions about why you were there or where their sudden confessions came from, instead, you chose to focus on what you did know, Ricky was comfortable, and despite everything, you still trusted the Delmont men, as they were all you knew.

Maybe subconsciously you knew this was wrong, that keeping you here was wrong, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt right. Like you were supposed to be here at this moment.

You ended up passing out in the tall man's arms, your small snores and completely relaxed face had Ricky's skin flushed cherry red, he couldn't wipe the grin from his lips if he tried, Gabe and a now calmed down Manny returned shortly after you fell asleep, the older of the two insisted on carrying you back to your room, only he stopped by his room to tuck you snuggly into bed, wrapped in his soft Egyptian cotton black sheets, he felt himself twitch in his pants at the sight of you so safe and sound.

He stood over you for a while, happy to stand there and drink you in all night, only to be interrupted by a text from his older brother.

"Okay so, how do we think it's going?" Caspian asked after summoning them all to the still slightly smokey basement, he held a tablet in one hand, the cameras placed around the house were mostly for his peace of mind, so he could be sure you were okay no matter where he was.

"She seemed chill at breakfast, I say a win is a win." Gabe shrugged, eager to leave this little meeting and cuddle up to you.

"Yeah I'm with Gabe on this one, she seems okay, do we have to keep up with the whole 'give her space' thing?" Marcos asked from his spot on the couch, he was lying on his back tossing a foam football up and down.

"I wanna sleep with her- s'not fair Ricky got to." Manny piped up from his seat on a beanbag, the pout could be heard in his voice.

"I was just in the right place at the right time, not like I planned it." Ricky defended himself, but the satisfied smile on his face made it hard to believe him. "And it could just be the shock, give it a few days before you lay into her, and I'm looking at you three." Gabe and the twins made a noise of disbelief.

The next morning you awoke not on the couch but pressed against the big chest of one Gabriel Delmont. The bluenette had one hand behind his head and the other securely wrapped around your middle, holding you against him, he rarely slept in a shirt so you were used to his statuesque features, but it felt different now, after his bold claim at the breakfast table, it all seemed rather intimate to be face first in his naked chest.

As if he sensed you were awake, he soon started shuffling close toward you.

"G'mornin Mi Amor." His morning voice was husky with sleep, it sent a warm tingle down your spine as he shifted, pulling you even closer. "Morning Gabe." He stared at you for a second before tilting your chin up with his free hand, his pillowy lips were on yours in an instant, warm and cozy, he hummed as he pulled away, his smile turning wicked at the obvious heat on your face.

"I uh- I fell asleep on the couch?" Was all your brain managed to say after the heated kiss, still processing the tingly way it made you feel.

He huffed a laugh, leaning over to place another kiss, this time on your neck, "Yeah I may have stolen you from Ricky but you can't really blame me." He mumbled into the flesh of your neck, the sensation made a ghost of a whimper leave your lips.

He froze against you before his lips turned to teeth, "Keep making those pretty noises for me n' We're never leaving the bed." He sounded breathless as he nipped and sucked his mark into your skin. Breathy little moans left your lips, "Shit- hold on a second-ngh."

Your hands buried themselves in him, one in his hair the other trying to find purchase on his toned back. His chest began to rise and fall, his heart pounding as he fell into the delicious sensations, your hand tugging at his locks, the other digging into his skin so hard he felt the crescent-shaped indents you were leaving, the mental image of your own mark on him had him rolling his hips into yours, his boxers suddenly all too tight, he rolled himself to lay comfortably between your thighs, suddenly, he lifted himself just enough to stare in your eyes. "You want my tongue or my fingers first Ma'?" The sinful smile he sported was enough to short-circuit your brain.

But before you could stumble out an answer, a few sharp knocks came from the door, so hard they shook the wood.

"Put your dick away Gabriel, food's ready." Marco's voice carried through the barrier instantly popping whatever heated bubble you two had been in. Gabe growled something obscene under his breath, his angry stare melted back into a teasing one as he met your gaze once more.

"To be continued Baby girl."

Your second breakfast at your new home was a lot like the first one, only this time before you could sit Manny pulled you into his lap, his surprisingly strong arms locked around your waist, fingers dancing along any skin he could find. "Missed you." He mumbled into the back of your neck, goosebumps exploded across your skin at the timber in his voice. "But you just seen me?" You couldn't fight the giggles that escaped you as he started trailing little kisses along the column of your throat, nosing just below your ear as he knew you were ticklish. "So what? I didn't wake up and see you so it's been too long." He reasoned, basking in the perfect way you fit in his arms, how soft and warm you were.

"Oi, let her eat." Ricky pointed his fork at the youngest, his tone full of accusation. "Hmm that's fair, my baby does need to eat, hey Cas, little help?" Manny asked hiding his wolfish grin by kissing your nape. He knew what he was doing.

"Well of course." The eldest Delmont was quick to bring a fork full of food to your lips, the heat in your stomach only worsened as he stared down at you so lovingly. Being hand-fed was embarrassing, but with each passing moment the electric feeling of Manny's wandering hands paired with the downright lustful way Caspian was staring at you, and each of the little proud noises he made whenever you took a bite, quickly wiped away any embarrassment.

You managed to usher Caspian to his seat so he himself could eat, Manny seemed much too preoccupied caressing your body to feed himself, so you cleared your throat, it was almost comical how each of their heads snapped towards you, like a pack of puppies waiting for their next command.

"So- uhm, what's on the agenda today?" It was hard to keep your voice steady, Manny's fingers danced up and down your sides in an addicting manner.

"I've gotta head into town with Manny and Gabe, pop needs us for a few hours but when we come back I'll make it up to you okay love?" Ricky spoke first seemingly genuinely upset at the prospect of leaving you, the other two mentioned visibly deflated at the news, and the younger twin tightened his hold on you.

Once those three departed Marcos loudly announced he was taking a bath and how lonely it be, oh if only someone would help him, only leaving when Caspian launched his slipper at the devious Twin.

Which left you with the gentle giant of the house.

You helped Cas clear the table no matter how adorable the pout on his face was. It felt so normal, drying the dishes as he washed, a soft song playing in the background.

"How are you doing? I mean really doing." He spoke so gently, so earnestly, the truth couldn't help but come out of you. "I feel like I'm dreaming. Like I'm gonna wake up any second and all of this will have been some strange concoction by my lonely brain." You laughed as you spoke, but it was true.

It was as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Why do you say that Honey?" He seemed so concerned, enough to set the plate he had in the sink, dry his hands, and turn and face you fully. "Well- I mean it is all very dreamy, plus you guys all- I mean what you said at breakfast yesterday, that you all um-" For some reason, the words refused to leave like you were embarrassed to say them Incase you were wrong.

"Love you?" He asked, gently taking each of your hands, "Yeah- I mean I'm flattered, fuck any one of you being into me is like a dream but all of you? I'm just kinda, scared I guess? That this is another one of those jokes where I'm the only one not in on it." His frown was so out of place on his face, how disturbed he seemed. Before you could backpedal he was lowering himself down just enough to scoop you up and sit you on the kitchen counter.

"I'm so sorry baby, my poor girl." He sighed, thumb brushing against your cheek. "Your brain is being mean to you, that's just not gonna work for me." He rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and undid his apron with a finesse that had your thighs clenching together. "We shoulda' told you how we felt years ago. Then it be unquestionable. I guess I just gotta convince you some other way right?" He had this look in his eye, the bass in his voice made your next words come out shakey.

"What did you have in mind?"

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #7

if you want to stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.

you really believe your little story's gonna make a difference when there's a gun to our heads?

it was dreadful of me to even suggest it.

one day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away.

i thought somebody stole it.

so it's always just about sex, then?

welcome to new york!

you really are something.

i'm ready to be done with this.

oh, i'd like that.

and i thought i performed the perfect murder.

we're not together.

we made history today.

how does a man get shot from the front and have the body land here?

we've been over this before.

the whole country is watching you. they just don't know it.

be careful with that thing.

there are only bad options. it's about finding the best one.

i'm starving.

here. buy yourself a personality.

i'm gonna leave this coat in the car.

i took this meeting out of respect, because i wanted to say no to your face.

what is it about me that you find so irresistable?

it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days.

you won't be alone.

i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole.

i really have to stop buying into this bullshit hollywood cliche of true love.

remind me never to play poker in this town.

no one will think less of you.

you know what i discovered?

you can walk away.

my ears pop in an elevator.

let me clear your head up for you. i had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.

in your condition, i should call the police.

i knew you could do it!

why do i get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?

you have a boat?

if we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.

maybe i'll give it to you.

this is what i do. i get people out. and i've never left anyone behind.

you know i love you, don't you?

you got a gun on you?

i'm trying to explain something that is not explainable.

you've been checking up on me.

i really don't have any choice.

i would like you to bullshit me.

could you do me a favor?

you are trespassing. get down from the sign.

this is the best bad idea we have.

what, you guys going out now?

sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is.

whatever i hear, i won't believe.

would you order me something while you're there?

why in the shit would we do that?

i saved myself.

i wouldn't qualify for that.

i don't remember having a good time.

don't fucking shoot anybody.

i'm just doing my job.

this is your last warning.

are you trying to make me mad?

why are you telling me this?

then why the hell did you agree to do it?

do you want to live here?

you've got a good ear for music.

what an unpleasant surprise.

i hope you were watching carefully.

no, we're just friends. we're messing around a little bit.

brace yourself. it's like talking to those two old fucks on the muppets.

i've been poor my whole life.

how's someone supposed to make a living here?

how the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?

how are you doing today?

i'm not here to pry into your personal life.

how keen of you to notice.

who's the target audience?

i'm tired of the way they look at me.

now if we get separated, i'll know where to meet up.

i like this side of you.

you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here.

i'm not gonna kill you. not like this.

we did suicide missions in the army that had better odds than this.

you want me to be honest with you?

i didn't know, but i'm always glad to hear that.

you'll fit right in.

give me your pants!

i forgot to add the iced tea.

why don't they ever make a movie about what happens after they kiss?

where did you find that? i've been looking all over for it.

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hxhhasmysoul · 7 months

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So do you think Sukuna doesn’t feel alone or do you think he just thinks no one will ever be able to fill that void? I kinda got mixed messages with his whole monologue. It seems he resents people who adore him yet he also says that he answers people’s live in battle. He says that if that’s not what love is then what else could it be? He then says love is trash/worthless. I kinda get the impression he doesn’t think he’s capable of having a connection with someone. What makes it weirder is before the Gojo fight, he remembers Yorozu’s words about teaching him about love. I also suspect this ties into his hatred for Yuji. Sorry for long ask lmao. I just find your perspective interesting.

My take on Sukuna has for a while been that he's full of shit. To some extent. And it's a little hard to have a proper take not knowing his back story. What Gege has given us so far isn't that much so everything I write below is like extremely speculative.

The unwanted child and twins theory

Sukuna was an unwanted child because of what he looked like at birth - the word 忌み子 implies that because it's an old word with these specific connotations. He is probably the conjoined twin which absorbed most of his sibling in the womb but was born with 4 eyes, 4 arms, an extra mouth and the strange bark like skin on his face. Japan has never been good on this kind of stuff. I'm not going to break out my uni books for this but something to check out is the concept of purity and how it influenced philosophy, religion and life in Japan. One of the simplest examples here is that the word kirei (きれい) that many people associate with the meaning "beautiful" has also the meaning "clean" and "pure". The thing that's pure is beautiful. And it does go the creepy way you think, beauty of the unblemished, of the "normal" too. And Sukuna's body would really not be in line with that concept.

Pair it up with the fact that in Japan twins were considered bad luck and he gets abandoned after birth. Not sure why not murdered, killing newborns was also a thing, the whole Jizo cult is related to that, though Jizo specifically, I think is more recent than Heian... don't take it for granted, as I said, I'm not rereading the uni texts.

Maybe his parents weren't able to kill him because of his cursed energy, maybe they were afraid he'd come back as a vengeful spirit.

But despite what a lot of the Gojou girlies scream on social media, Sukuna doesn't whine about it. The way he mentions it makes it seem he doesn't care about it at this point. (Whether he used to care, we don't know yet). And he uses it to dismiss the premise of Kashimo's question. The way I see it, Sukuna says it doesn't matter, he doesn't know his origins so he will never know the answer to this question. He still is the strongest.

He survived without the love of his parents at his weakest. That's probably why he resents the weak because like all dipshits who accomplish something, he thinks: if I could, what is your excuse?

Though we can't say with any certainty that he survived on his own. We don't know whether Kenjaku or Tengen, didn't collect him to experiment on him. We don't know when he met Uraume.

If the theory seeing Sukuna's origins in a the Ryoumen Sukuna urban legend is correct, then it's not unlikely Kenjaku found Sukuna and had fun with him. (Also please keep in mind that while this story is referred to as an urban legend and might be fully or partially made up, the level of violence against people with unusual bodies it includes is kinda on brand for the time period. So like read with that in mind.)

Also it might mean that Sukuna's twin wasn't completely dead yet, wasn't as fully absorbed as his current body would suggest. It's not impossible that Kenjaku removed some of the twin and helped Sukuna achieve a usable body, maybe told him to absorb the twin and their soul to become full, like in the case of Maki and Mai. But maybe Kenjaku still kept some of the twin's body and that soul. In this case Sukuna referring to Yuuji as being from back then could refer to that and feed into the Yuuji was created from Sukuna's twin. Existing partially as a cursed object, and having this strong connection to Sukuna could be what enhances Yuuji's soul powers. And also would make him uniquely predisposed to cage Sukuna.

This also would feed into the theories as to why Sukuna acts the way he does towards Kenjaku. Why he's kinda cold towards them but goes along with their plots. If Kenjaku was indeed the person to take him in when he couldn't really fend for himself, and helped make his body more usable, then there's a huge debt there. And the concept of debt is another huge cultural thing in Japan.

This would also explain why Sukuna is skeptical about love, because Kenajku's parenting is well Kenjaku's parenting. He could've been their prized experiment but so is Yuuji.

While I personally don't love the Yuuji is Sukuna's twin, I don't find it unfounded.

I'm not particularly excited for it coming true because I'd love for Yuuji to be a separate person from Sukuna. Someone who's weak and unrelated to him but who can still cage him.

But with what we know about Maki and Mai, and with the unwanted child thing, Yuuji could be his twin. It would explain why he had no cursed energy, because when Sukuna absorbed and killed him, he would've lost it. If Sukuna absorbed his twin after birth and not before, if they consciously lived together for a while that has implications too.

Full on speculation bordering on fanfiction ahead. It might be why Sukuna chastises Yuuji for wanting to live despite being weak, for clinging to life. If he absorbed his twin post birth, and if he did that consciously, his twin was his first kill. It might have not been easy, not pretty and he might have not done it as cold and detached as he wished to. Or as he now wishes he had been. If Yuuji is his twin there may have been a similar conflict between Sukuna and him, as existed between Mai and Maki. Yuuji being the one more content with their suffering and Sukuna rejecting it, but also Yuuji being his emotional support, the one holding all his misery.

Absorbing his twin would've also likely been his first act of cannibalism. It's honestly a little funny that we haven't seen Sukuna consume anyone so far. But Yuuji has been eating human remains left and right. He now seems to be eating his own skin. It has been speculated that absorbing cursed techniques through eating people is Sukuna's og cursed technique. But if the twins theory is true, it's not entirely impossible that absorbing techniques through cannibalism was his twin's ability.

Sukuna's fanclub

Whatever happened, Sukuna got no love as a kid. If he was Kenjaku's ward then he only got appreciation if he exceeded Kenjaku's expectations.

So either he got this strong because he was rejected and had to survive and had no one to socialise him. Or he was socialised by Kenjaku who always wanted more of him and who also has zero concern for others.

So for him to get appreciation later in life, once he gets power and influence and titles, it must feel hollow. It must feel fake and like trash. It feels like people wanting things from him and offering nothing in return. Because none of them, Yorozu, Gojou, Kashimo, offer him anything he wants. They want to teach him love selfishly, their love is there to fulfill their needs. What his needs may be? None of them care to ask.

If that's what people around him consider love then there's no appeal in it for him. At most they can provide him with some entertainment and Sukuna loves fighting.

He really seems to enjoy battles, he will tease and indulge his opponents as long as it entertains him. He also seems to love cursed energy and jujutsu and he's always analysing what's going on. Little creepy nerd. He also seems to enjoy mentoring but not so much giving therapy XD

Sukuna and Yuuji

Sukuna's issue with Yuuji is all the more interesting because in theory Yuuji should be interesting to him. Yuuji has skills and is an extremely fast learner. He develops much faster than Megumi and reaches surprising understanding of cursed energy and the soul in a very short time.

But Sukuna seems to be annoyed by Yuuji. He pettily bullies Yuuji, disrespects him. Never acknowledges Yuuji's progress. Yuuji's weakness irks him in a very special way. Probably because Yuuji has control over him. But also because he can't break Yuuji, can't get him to cower or adore him. Yuuji doesn't follow any pattern Sukuna expects.

Yuuji also doesn't have the aspirations to become the strongest. Just strong enough. And he wants his strength not as much for himself but for others. Which really separates him from Sukuna's fanclub and most other jujutsu sorcerers.

If the twins theory is true, being with Yuuji also brought Sukuna back. He might vaguely remember what it used to be like to share all his time with someone. Maybe with his twin it was the other way round. Sukuna was in control of the body and the twin mostly lived in the inner domain? Maybe something like this used to be Sukuna's biggest fear?

Also if they were twins, Yuuji caging Sukuna would really affect his sense of self. He had perfected his jujutsu, studied cursed energy and fighting. Only to be held back by the weaker twin he though he'd got rid of.

Of course all this hinges on how much he remembers and how well. Some of the resentment might've been subconscious, of course. He seem to understand who Yuuji is only after he leaves Yuuji's body. Maybe he needed that distance? Maybe he needed to see again where Yuuji ends and he begins to understand who they really are?

Sukuna and Uraume

Having said that, I think Sukuna is perfectly capable of forming relationships with others. He has one with Uraume. They vibe together really well. They are happy to be around one another. Uraume is his servant but Sukuna jokes around with them. He also shows them respect and consideration. It's obvious he knows enough about Uraume to know how they feel and he addresses those feelings directly with praise or reassurance.

Gege said in the fanbook that Sukuna doesn't mind Uraume and likes their cooking skills. Which is probably true and probably how it started. But by now there is some sort of close relationship between them. It may not be romantic or sexual, like Gege seems to believe (as fandom that decision is truly up to us), but there is some kind of love, maybe platonic love of friends.

Because the issue is also quite semantic in nature. What do you define as love. I personally am wary to call the selfish adoration Sukuna's fanclub had for him as love. For me personally love has to go both ways and have an element of mutual mindfulness, it cannot be declared by one side and somehow become binding for the other.

That's why I think Sukuna is kinda full of shit. He might not believe himself capable of forming relationships. Or he might deem that pointless. But he's actually capable of it and he seems to enjoy the one relationship he has. Maybe the key to that acceptance is him believeing that there's nothing more there than Uraume being his servant?

#answering asks #jjk spoilers #jjk 238 #sukuna #my ramblings #seriously this got very long #i'm still unsure how i feel about the whole twins theory #even though i gave it here a lot of thought XD

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forgiveness is a collective resource ✦ satoru gojo

summary: as you're telling gojo about your most recent fallout, he ends up telling you in return the last question geto posed him before leaving.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, platonic! gojo x reader, implied higuruma x reader, fluff, angst, our beloved white haired, blue-eyed sorcerer receives some well deserved comfort.

wc: 900

notes, etc: i wrote this to the sound of i'm only human. it felt like a good fit. i wanted to write this one for so long, but never knew where i'd put it on the story. i'm happy to have found its place.

✦ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

I'm no prophet or Messiah ✦ You should go looking somewhere higher ✦ I'm only human, after all ✦ I'm only human, I do what I can ✦ Don't put the blame on me

"So, that's what happened," you concluded, taking another bite from your sandwich.

"Yeesh," was all Gojo mustered up to say, not being the best at comforting people.

You and Gojo were having a snack in the woods that surrounded Jujutsu High's HQ, and you had just told him about Hiromi's departure to Morioka.

"Having people leaving is shit," you noted, "especially when you care deeply about them. Feels like being left alone to fend off for yourself."

At that, he fell weirdly silent, and you wondered if maybe this would be the best moment to inquire about Geto. After a while, you had learned everything about their fallout — the death of Riko, how Geto had a sharp descent into madness, how he murdered an entire village and had been awarded the death penalty for that.

"The last thing Hiromi told me before he left was that he loved me," which was a twisted, painful little kindness, you thought. "What was the last thing Geto told you when he left?"

You noticed Gojo's demeanor changing a little, and his body becoming stiff. You gave him a few moments before he'd resume his talking.

After a sigh, he ensued.

"'Are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest, or are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo?'" He took a bite from his sweets, and continued to speak with a half-mouthful of sugar. "That was his final question to me before he left."

"What a stupid question."

"Huh?"

"What? You don't know the answer to that?"

He was silent.

You sighed. "You really think that low of yourself? Ugh. The latter, obviously."

The sorcerer was thoroughly surprised and somewhat dumbfounded, so he simply stayed silent in order to hear your observations, something that could be considered the highest form of respect Gojo Satoru was able to display for someone.

You shook your head before proceeding.

"First of all, Geto didn't know what he was talking about, because he wasn't seeing you, only a distorted reflection of his own resentment towards you for supposedly leaving him alone to spiral down madness on his own. Stop blaming yourself. You did what you could, all of you did."

You involuntarily sighed, trying to push the heaviness away from your heart.

"We sorcerers really need to put our God complex aside and learn to forgive ourselves."

Then, you took a pause to sip on your soda, proceeding.

"I blamed myself for years, just to have it all blow up in my face a decade later. Hiromi left a good new life he had built for himself to chase ghosts from the past," and Nanami, arguably the best one of us all, made a terrible decision that rendered him miserable, you thought, "all because of this wicked little thing called guilt. Guilt weighs us down, tethers us to the past and prevents us from moving forward. So here it is: I forgive you. Have my forgiveness."

"Your forgiveness? For what?" Gojo asked, slightly confused.

"For whatever you want to use it for. Use it to forgive yourself, since you couldn't find it in you for your own benefit. Have absolution. Forgiveness is a collective resource, and we can all forgive each other for our shortcomings. We're all human, after all."

For the very first time ever, you saw Gojo's expression softening underneath his blindfold, and you wondered if the one looking back at you right now was the teenager that failed Riko Amanai and Suguru Geto so many years ago.

The real Satoru Gojo, underneath all the silly cockiness.

"And just to finish answering the question Geto posed, that's precisely why you're the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo, and not the other way around. It was from your failure that the strongest could emerge, and your fallibility stems from you and your humanity."

You now knew how those days went, especially Toji's plan of wearing Gojo down to strike, and the way Gojo told you mindlessly about the first time he let his infinity turned on for days on end.

"You tired yourself in Amanai's benefit, and it put you in a vulnerable position, something only Satoru Gojo, and not the abstract concept of 'the strongest', would ever do. That's why that question is fucking stupid and offensive. You're more than the six eyes and infinity, and more than the people you couldn't save. Let it go," you concluded, taking another sip from your soda.

You were both silent for a moment, and you briefly wondered if you hadn't stepped over a boundary.

"Please, get up" he solicited, an indecipherable voice and expression to his blindfold covered face, getting up from the ground himself.

"Oh, okay," you answered, slightly surprised at the unexpected request.

In a second, Gojo leaned down his huge frame and embraced you, remaining still like that for a minute as you hugged him back, having your chin hooked above his shoulder.

At this moment, even if he was a giant in comparison to you, he seemed and felt remarkably small.

"Thank you," he said, his voice but a whisper behind your head.

You smiled, tightening your grip around his back, happy you could finally reach him and keep him true company.

"No problem, pretty boy. You saved my ass so many times. Thought I'd try to return the favor, which you should know is not something easy to do, since you're the strongest," you said with a laugh, "not all kikufuku in the world would pay off that debt."

He huffed a brief chuckle, letting go of you, feeling he might not be so alone anymore.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #satorugojo #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen gojo

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 8 months

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I love how stanikins bend over backwards to attempt to make Obi-Wan and the Jedi look callous and uncaring when all evidence points otherwise.

Obi-Wan is too harsh on him after he endangers his men and Ashoka to save a droid with confidential information on it which he didn’t wipe purposefully, oh no!!! He’s abusive!!!

Obi-Wan putting the good of the Galaxy above the ones he love because it’s his duty and philosophy to put the good of the collective above the good of the few he loves. Oh no!!!! He’s heartless!!! He should’ve let Anakin jump off the moving vehicle to save padme because muh love story!!!! He should’ve known that Anakin’s dreams about his mother dying was a vision and not a dream!!! Definitely not like Anakin told him it was a vision, “just a dream” verbatim from Anakin himself!!! Like if we take legends into consideration then Obi-Wan, someone who is strong in the Unifying force, would definitely have done shit if Anakin told him outright it was a vision but how was he supposed to know when Anakin himself 1) never had a vision before this and 2) never told his master what occurred in said vision?

Obi-Wan would’ve made Anakin fess up to the Tusken massacre if Anakin told him!!! He should’ve been a safe space for Anakin and been accepting like Padme and covered this horrendous miscarriage of justice out of love!!! He didn’t provide a safe space for a mass murderer therefore he deserves blame for it!!!!

The council didn’t want to admit a very clearly traumatized slave child who’s recently been freed because he would not be able to fully commit to their philosophy of non-attachment due to his experience and asking him to change how he viewed the world so shortly after being separated from his one support in life would be cruel so they denied him, therefore he was right to hate them!!! Especially Mace Windu because, checks notes, he was mean (???) to him (???) in the first act of the phantom menace???? Like have y’all not watched TCW and how Mace interacted with him????

Stanikins literally have every excuse under the sun to justify his every atrocity without giving him any agency in his own choice. His story is a tragedy!!! Let it be a tragedy!!! He was a slave boy with godly powers and traumatized beyond imagination! He could’ve been great if the circumstances were different, if one thing changed he would’ve been the greatest Jedi there were, but because he is literally doomed by the narrative, we cannot see him be the person he could be. He has great capacity for kindness of selflessness but because of his experience fear wins out and he desperately holds onto all the affection and love he could because his time as a slave taught him to do so. It’s a disservice to take away his agency, to make all his bad and disastrous decisions the fault of someone else, is to make him one dimensional. Let him be the villain he is and mourn the child he was and the person he could’ve been if he wasn’t doomed by the narrative before the prequels even came out. Let him be tragic. Let his decisions be tragic and doomed and unavoidable. Let him be sucked into villainy the moment he decided that his revenge is worth more than the lives of those that did not participate in the murder and torture of his mother. Let him be utterly unredeemable because of his actions. Let him doomed by his own actions as well as the narrative. Let him be himself instead of woobifying him into a victim of everyone else’s actions but his own.

He choose to massacre the Tuskens. He choose to massacre the Jedi. He choose to hunt any remaining Jedi left in the Galaxy for 20 years. He choose to put the life of his wife above the people who raised him and took him into their culture. He choose to do that himself. And it is tragic. It is sad. But it is no one’s fault but his own. His formative years shaped him into one who jealously hordes all forms of affection form those he loved most as a trauma response. He understands Jedi teachings (literally a whole arc in TCW where he teaches Ashoka what it means to be a Padawan and Jedi) he just doesn’t internalize it because of his trauma. He takes no one’s council but his own (showcased when he went to Yoda to ask for a method of cheating death and Yoda’s advice was sound if he were talking to any other Jedi other than Anakin).

Star Wars may be a a story of hope but it is also a tragedy. It’s about a boy how could’ve been great, it’s about a boy who was so full of hope and dooming himself because he’s too afraid and refuses to let the fear go so it turns into anger and hate. Taking away Anakins agency and blaming his actions on other people takes away the tragedy that is having someone great fall. A boy who was bad cannot fall and be doomed. It’s only those that have the potential to be great that falls the hardest and by taking away his own culpability in bringing in a genocidal empire (one he wished to rule no less) takes away the inherent tragedy of seeing someone so bright fall so low.

#anti anakin skywalker #Anakin skywalker critical #Star Wars #Star Wars is a tragedy #the only way for Anakin to fall from grace is if he had the capability to be kind and compassionate #and that’s what makes it a tragedy #jedi positive #pro jedi

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Joy Ride and House of Wax crossover prompt! This started as a silly little idea shared with my bestie @tinalbion but it just hit me hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🛻💙

You were forced to take a detour and accidentally ended up in Ambrose while on a road trip with your friends after you got lost. What the hell is this town? It wasn’t even on the map. Bo sabotaged your car and broke your fan belt while you were all asleep and camping out in the woods. He also destroyed your CB radio so you couldn’t call anyone for help since there’s no cell reception out here. Bo was so confused as to why you even had that anyway, since you don’t drive a truck. The friends you’re with are so naive and gullible. They soak up every word Bo says as he tells stories of Trudy and Victor, their boys, and what this town once was. Your idiot friends take it all at face value, honest to God believing he’ll help them. You’re the only person who doesn’t buy his friendly mechanic shtick for a second. You try to catch him in a lie or call out his bluff. He does look handsome in his mechanic outfit and he does know a thing or two about cars, but he’s so full of shit.

He and his brother, Vincent, chase after your friends and kill them one by one. Vincent then takes them to his workshop to be made into wax. But Bo has a very hard time with overpowering and subduing you. You’re feisty and strong with a high endurance. You know how to fight back and use your surroundings to your advantage. You get the drop on him and Bo is lowkey impressed. Damn, baby! Are you a professional survivalist or something? You fuck him up good and barely flinch when he lands some kicks or punches. You must have a very high pain tolerance - that could be kinda kinky 😏. Bo thinks you’re hot, even if you make him bleed. But what really shocks him is when you kill your own friend before he can. Wait, what?

You tell Bo they weren’t really your friends. Just a bunch of randos you met that day or the day before. You offered them a ride and played nice so that their guard would be down. You boast that your daddy taught you everything you know about huntin’ and killin’. You also warn Bo that he fucked up big time when he wrecked your CB radio. Your daddy gave you that CB and made a strict rule to always call him at least twice a day, once in the morning/afternoon and once at night. He’s gonna assume the worst if you miss a call: That something bad must’ve happened to you, his only child and baby girl. He’s gonna come looking for you and will do unspeakable things to anyone who may have hurt you. If Bo thinks his truck is big, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you really like Bo. His brothers, Vincent and Lester, are also really nice and have their own interests and hobbies which they’re eager to share with you. You spend time with each of them. Vince has made a cozy spot for you to sit and relax in his workshop so you can watch him while he’s making new mannequins or sculpting new objects for the museum. You and Les find animals to hunt and skin, or pick up animal remains to throw in the pit after you collect cool bones and teeth, etc. And Jonesy is an absolute sweetheart! She is best girl and can do no wrong in your eyes. You love this dog to pieces and spoil her.

You admire what Bo and his brothers have done here, how they’ve made their kills into art for their wax museum. You’re not even mad he tried to kill you. Instead you praise him for the valiant effort and feel flattered he finds you pretty enough to be made into wax and put on display. Damn, Bo thought that you were smoking hot when you were fighting him and kicking his ass, but now that he knows you have a murderous side, he finds you irresistibly sexy.

You start dating and when your dad finally shows up in Ambrose to find you, Bo nearly pisses himself at the size of your dad’s truck. Holy fucking shit that’s the biggest, scariest looking rig he’s ever seen in his life. You leave Bo’s side and run to your daddy’s arms to give him a big bear hug. Meanwhile, poor Bo is frozen in sheer terror. He’s never been afraid of another man before, not even his own father. Hell, he killed Victor himself. But your father is Rusty Nail, and he’s a mountain of a man. A behemoth. He makes Bo feel small when he blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and looks him up and down before offering a firm handshake. Bo can’t tell if his hand is sweaty from the southern heat or his nerves, but he knows Rusty could’ve broken his hand just from that handshake if he wanted to. Rusty stays in Ambrose with you and the Sinclairs so he can get to know them all, especially the boy that stole his darling daughter’s heart.

When he and Bo have one-on-one time, Rusty shows his true colors. He shows Bo the goods that he’s hauling in his trailer: Weapons, torture devices, death contraptions, trophies from his past murders, etc. (There might even be photos of you and Rusty from when you were growing up decorating the interior of the trailer. Y’know, just cute family photos of daddy and daughter celebrating her first kill, etc. Normal stuff.) When more people come into Ambrose, Rusty introduces Bo to his dice game. He ties up two victims and explains the rules, then makes Bo watch as he forces them to roll. Or maybe Rusty intimidates Bo into participating and dealing out the torture himself. But Rusty is firm in that the snake eyes kill is all his. Bo may not have much of an issue with doing as Rusty says; he’s no stranger to blood, gore, or violence.

But Jesus Fucking Christ when one of the poor sons of bitches rolls snake eyes. Watching Rusty murder is unlike any death Bo’s ever seen. Your father is the most sadistic and petty man he’s ever met, but he’ll still laugh nervously at Rusty’s dad jokes and puns while he’s torturing victims or after he completes a kill. The damage you laid on Bo when you first met is nothing compared to what your dad could do to him. Rusty could absolutely fuck him up six ways from Sunday. Bo isn’t suicidal, so he would rather not get on his bad side.

Rusty actually really likes Bo and thinks he’s perfect for you. He’s shared cigarettes and beers with him, played card games with him, etc. He’s had lots of time to sit down with Bo and bond with him. He’s gotten to know what kind of man he is through long talks on the porch, etc. He already knows the eldest Sinclair will treat you right and make you happy, so he approves of your boyfriend. When the time comes, he’ll give Bo his blessing to marry you - He just might play some “practical jokes” on him first whenever he finally works up the courage to formally ask for your hand. Rusty thinks it’s hilarious to see Bo so scared of him and nearly shit himself. Bo asked him what his real first name was once and his reaction when he thought he crossed a line was comedy gold. Even if you ask your dad to go easy on Bo, he can’t help but fuck around with him a little bit and keep him on his toes! It’s just his love language!

Bo @ Rusty Nail like:

#slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #rusty nail #Rusty nail and daughter reader #joy ride 2 dead ahead #joy ride #joy ride 3: Roadkill #joy ride and house of wax crossover #crossover fic #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #random prompt #random fic ideas #fic prompts #fic prompt #fic ideas

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 9 months

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Do you have any recs for the black phone?

DO I????

Do you guys know how exciting it is to get an ask that isn't about Avatar? Don't get me wrong, I love the Avatar ones, but the other kinds are such a fun change of pace. I have an equal obsession with a lot of other things, if not a bigger one.

So, I have a03 collections for a lot of things, and I do have one for The Black Phone as well. Check out The black phone was legit just like a fine movie it wasn't even that good why am I neck deep in this fandom sometimes I add more. As a massive fan of Steven King's IT (Reddie fics that don't make me think about the fact that this is a horror novel), I absolutely adore horror gay children, and as a massive stan of Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch (the goldfinch fics that don't make me sad and feel hatred towards english majors), I also love doomed love stories. Blah blah "the real horror is the blatant homophobia and trauma inflicted on the children that causes the death of pure imagination and dreams" there are better posts and essays written about that. So naturally I am a rinney stan so it's all rinney fics.

WARNING: This movie is a horror movie about a man kidnapping, heavily implied to be sexually abusing, and straight up murdering children, so there are some serious content warnings for some of these recs. Read at your own discretion. Avatar is a fandom I read pretty light shit for, I don't for The Black Phone always, so I'll try to be super clear with them.

the electric, synthesized, rock ballad of why finney blake can't have nice things by ECLIPSEWXTCH. I literally just made a post about this fic in relation to the pink concert. It's a modern au rinney fic where Robin and Finney lost touch as kids and find each other again as young adults, Robin a successful musician and Finney a student in college. If this fic is never completed I will burn this website to the ground. I have no content warnings for this fic unless you have an aversion to pure wholesomeness. Content warning for there never being as good a boyfriend as Robin Arellano? But we all knew that already.

Coffee boy by mikki_strange. It's a coffee shop au, man, it's adorable and it made me happy. No trigger warnings or anything, simply rinney fluff.

Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93. CW: homophobia, implied underage rape, legit so much trauma and sadness. This is SUCH A GOOD FIC, oh my god. It's one I've reread a couple times now, despite it's length. I have recced this before because I brought it up in reference to the beloved and famed nocorro ghost au. Holding On and Letting Go is the INSPIRATION for all my sad nocorro ghost thoughts. It's entirely from Robin's first person pov after Finney has killed the Grabber and they other boys have moved on. Robin can't leave Finney, and spends his time haunting the other boy and watching as he suffers while Robin struggles too. It is. The biggest bummer ever. It's so heartbreakingly tragic. Even as Robin is describing all these big feelings, his love for Finney or the guilt he feels for having hurt all these people with his death, he'll say something like "And I was thirteen" and I remember he's a fucking eLEMENTARY SCHOOLER. I cried a counted total of nine times reading this fic. Highly recommend especially if you're into the nocorro ghost au. The chapter where the psychic tells Robin he's only hurting Finney by being there? I'll literally kill myself. The homophobia is fairly blatant, and although mentioned rarely the rape and Robin's disgust and shame around it is a hard read.

We Stand Together by HeavensAether. Serious trigger warnings for this one. It's almost a dead dove, tbh. Basically a rewrite of The Black Phone where all the kids are alive and in captivity at once, so they develop a fairly strong bond. The main draw for me was the psychological depth it takes into Finney as he works with the ghosts around him and tries to retain his sanity, his relationship with Robin, and the mystery of how they'll get out with Finney's powers. If dark bummers of a fic aren't your jam, this isn't for you! CW: underage rape, disassociation, homophobia, transphobia. Tbh the rape is (while not graphic) fairly disturbing and goes as a method of showing a characters disassociation. If it was in an earlier chapter, I'd probably not have continued reading. As it were, it's pretty easy to skip those parts, which I would recommend as what little I did read I did not enjoy!

And You Keep On Living by Nichknack (BBCotaku). CW: more common The Black Phone homophobia and also trauma and abuse, but I think so far this one is non-con mention free. It's basically just a post movie fic but where the timeline changes essentially, Finney and Gwen wake up and the ghost boys are all back and the world around them doesn't remember the Grabber and all of those events never happened. Some good rinney as always with a side of brance and it's very interesting, I can't imagine where it'll go.

Five Times Someone Discovers Finney is Spider-Man (And One Time He Is The One To Say It) by sleepysheep (mynameistadashi). CW: nothing let the boys be happy and in love and full of friendship. This one is a silly and cute rec, it just makes me smile. Let the boys be happy. It's just as it sounds, it's Spider-Man Finney and a 5+1 of everyone discovering it.

#this was so fun for me #the black phone #the black phone 2022 #finney blake #robin arellano #rinney #bruce yamada #brance #gwen blake #melissa's asks #melissa on the black phone

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Endless List of Why I Ship Jane & Kurt - Part 6 (by @kate-dammit-run)

(re-posting to preserve this list, which was originally created and posted by @kate-dammit-run, whose account was deactivated in 2023)

252. Because she’s tough. 253. Because she still loves him. 254. Because she wants love back in her life. 255. And so does he. 256. Because he’s helping her build a relationship with her daughter. 257. Because he’ll try the vegan burgers she loves so much even though they don’t taste like meat. 258. Because she knows and understands his love for chocolate. 259. Because she knows him. 260. And that’s why he loves her. 261. Because they’re a family and families forgive. 262. Because his love for cake makes her giggle. 263. The Kurt Weller Kool Aid. 264. The Weller love staying in and ordering take out. 265. But even they occasionally go out on the town. 266. And their dates are full of all kinds of Jeller-esque flirting– taking note of al exit locations and scanning the crowd for suspicious behavior. 267. Because Kurt loves that his wife picks up on people following them. 268. Because they would rather go hunt down bad guys than have a fancy dinner. 269. Because Mr. Velvet being a sex thing sounds like a good idea. 270. Because they will always show up to save each other’s lives. 271. Because Jane will stop at nothing to protect Kurt. 272. Because Jane wants them to be a family and have Avery move in. 273. Because Kurt would love to have Avery move in. 274. Because FBI corridor snuggles. 275. Because they asked Avery together to move in with them. 276. Because they just want to keep their family safe. 277. Because they spend they’re nights interrogating murderers because that’s just who they are. 278. Because she’s not Remi. 279. Because she was tailor made for him. 280. Because he will protect her no matter what, even from her mother- 281. -and even if it means risking the case. 282. Because holding hands and jumping off buildings. 283. Because all you need to negotiate a peace treaty is five minutes of spending time with Jeller. 284. Because neck kisses. 285. Because being flirty and snuggly is not allowed in Patterson’s lab unless you’re Jane and Kurt. 286. Because she can survive without Roman. 287. Because Jane’s other half is Kurt. 288. Because hand over heart is how they say ILY. 289. Because shiny beautiful rings. 290. Because when she doesn’t respond during a takedown, he leaves the scene of the arrest to go find her. 291. Because he can pick up that she’s not ok by just looking at her. 292. Because she doesn’t hesitate for a second to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. 293. Because she watches him anxiously after she asks him how he’d feel about them having a baby. 294. Because his entire face lights up and he cannot wipe the smile of his face when she tells him she thinks she’s pregnant. 295. Because they both really want to start a family. 296. Because even after everything that Roman did to them he still understands how important he was to her and he’s there to help her mourn and get through it. 297. Because “calm and collected” Jane loses her shit and puts rage-bullets in Crawford after he gets Kurt shot. 298. Because Jane actually considers not going after Crawford and stay with Kurt after he gets shot even though they’ve spent the whole year just trying to find him. 299. Because just hearing about Jane’s illness is enough to cause Kurt to collapse. 300. Because Kurt Weller doesn’t laugh often, but the thought of having a child and a family with Jane makes Kurt Weller actually laugh. 301. Because we get to see them do it all over again. And they will fall in love all over again because their journey and their story is far from over.

#Blindspot #reasons to ship Jeller #originally created by kate-dammit-run

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catholictrauma · 6 months

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This whole Palestinian ethnic cleansing is beyond dystopian, and my blood is boiling consistently every second of the day. I never go on Snapchat anymore, but i went into the Gaza strip’s public stories and it was every bit as horrific as you would expect. I recorded every second of footage; I am so nervous that the second I look away, their ability to show the outside world what is happening to them will be taken away, as it was before. Bombs are background audio to 50% of it. Bloodied baby hands, cars filled with families getting blown up, and sometimes whole blocks of a city crumbling down like it were made of sand. I am beyond angry right now and I can’t imagine how people are too chickenshit to call this what it is. Israel’s unchecked illegal occupation and the violence they inflict despite international law shows me how sick our leaders are. Any pretenses of “civil governments” and the structures implemented after WWII to SPECIFICALLY MAKE SURE GENOCIDE DOES NOT OCCUR UNCHECKED seem to give Israel some magical special pass. This is not a war when one side has a superpower of a military and the protection of the United States empire, while the other has so little that its water, food, energy, contact with the outside world, ability to move freely, and HUMAN DIGNITY are stripped on the will of their oppressors. I’m sure everyone can see and read all of this for themselves, even if I personally am college-educated in the conflicts of the Middle East. This conflict is very easy to understand, especially in terms of Israel’s “right” to mass murder. If Hamas, after breaking the Gaza blockade, had been suspected of hiding out in Israel, you know DAMN FUCKING WELL that 10,000+ civilians wouldn’t be murdered in searching for them. And don’t get me started on the “bring them home” rhetoric referring to Israeli hostages. If you want my guess at where those people are now, I am betting at least half of them were killed in this IDF-driven brutalization. One of my best friends was raised in an incredibly conservative, Zionist Jewish family. He says what many other people, especially in Anti-Zionist Jewish communities like the Jewish Voice For Peace (JVP) have laid out; when you really dig into a Zionist’s argument, it becomes clear that they do not see Palestinians as human in the same way they are. A Palestinian child, in their eyes, is not as pure as their own. Hell, some Zionists will even openly admit this with pride, and I’ve seen some truly blood-boiling remarks from that collective under videos of unthinkable pain and grief. Frankly, at this point, I do assume Zionists deem Palestinians as less human as a general rule. Palestinians telling a media outlet that their whole family has been bombed, only to be met with no recognition of this travesty as the “journalist” asks them to condemn Hamas as if they have anything to do with October the 7th, shows just how devoid the West is of their humanity. When someone is murdered, especially an innocent, I will obviously be outraged. When someone is bigoted, ESPECIALLY towards jewish and arab people right now, I will do everything in my power to combat that. I am so tired, however, of Israel-apologists claiming that anyone who sees this excessive and incredibly preventable slaughter of innocents is antisemitic. You cannot make one ethnic cleansing sound justifiable by referring to the one your ancestors suffered. As someone whose ancestors were in Nazi concentration camps (not for ethnicity reasons, though, I will clarify) on one side and a systemic, centuries long ethnic cleansing on the other, I would rather die than be on the side of history justifying the death of an entire people. I do not give a shit whether you think all Palestinians are “terrorists,” because people who survived their own mass murder campaign should fucking know better than to claim that. To call this a fight between “good and evil, order and the law of the jungle” is monstrous. Israeli officials confidently saying THAT and WORSE should ring the loudest of alarm bells! What do you need, in order to care?

#free palestine #I will block any anti-semitism or racism #I will never stand for that

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integra1127grimmreaper · 1 year

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Hello Darling - Part one

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, mention of violence

A/N: a little something I conjured up with the story plot from @ravenrose18. Initially this was supposed to be just a three-part story, but my brain got carried away with it, lol.

Summary: During his first visit to Alexandria, Negan runs into a blast from his past that he never thought he would ever see again in this new lifetime.

Dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Raven had left early the morning to begin scouting for places to scavenge; with Alexandria being low on supplies and this new threat of the murderous group that Rick and the others had ran into a few nights ago, she knew it was imperative that they increase the supply stock and fast.

This new group according to Rick went by the name; The Saviors, led by some lunatic that went by the name, Negan.

Raven had been caught off-guard when hearing the name, it had been years since she last heard that name.

It couldn't possibly be her Negan though; the man Raven had known could never be capable of all the evil that Rick had described.

The Negan she had known, was a kind-hearted man; one that was more likely to have helped them to get Maggie to Hilltop that night, instead of murdering two people by bashing their brains in.

Therefore, Raven knew it wasn't her Negan, and made the decision not to mention anything to Rick or the others of her past acquaintances with someone by that exact name.

The sun was high already by the time Raven had collected the limit of what she could carry, there was still quite a bit more supplies left in the building she had found; so, she made sure to secure it well before heading back home to get assistance.

Something's off... Raven frowns, noticing that there was no one up top on the guard post.

As she came closer, her assumptions were confirmed when noticing the unfamiliar trucks blocking the entrance from inside the settlement.

"Who the hell are you?" some vicious looking man barks out.

Raven stares taken aback at him.

"I'm one of the residents here."

"What were you doing outside?" the man scans her from head to toe.

"I was out scavenging" she replies.

"You find anything?" the man demands.

Letting out a sigh of relief when seeing the gates of Alexandria in the near distance, Raven quickened her steps to get there. After the busy morning she had, all she wanted now; was a hot shower, and a long nap.

"It's all in the bag" Raven points to her back.

"Take it where it's supposed to go then" the man orders after having allowed her inside.

Raven nodded at him in response without any questions; she didn't have to, if her guess was correct, then these must be the infamous Saviors, come to collect their first quota. Good thing that she didn't go out with a vehicle this time, or they would have had to kiss all that she had found goodbye.

Raven had barely made it halfway, when out of the blue a gun shot rang out through the air. Dropping to the floor in defense mode; she quickly scanned the surroundings, pulling out the gun that had been hidden under her shirt. But before she could even blink, Raven found herself face down in the dirt as two men restrained her.

"Stay where you are, or I'll blow your fuckin' brains out!" a third ordered out as he bent down to collect her gun and other weapons.

With a mouth full of dirt, Raven debated on whether to test that theory when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a very familiar voice; a voice she hadn't heard in years.

"What the fuckity-fuck is going on here?!"

Raven was roughly hoisted up to her feet, her eyes coming into focus then with a face she had never thought she would ever see again.

"Well, fuck... am I seeing a mirage or what?!" Negan booms out in excitement, tongue curling onto his top lip.

"If it ain't my ol' buddy, Raven Rose!"

"Negan...?" Raven stares open-mouthed at him.

With a shit-eating grin, Negan spreads his arms wide open.

"Hello Darling..."

Instinctively, Raven moves to hug him but stops midway at seeing the look of utter surprise on Rick's face; the realization hits her then.

Negan, her Negan was the murderous lunatic that has been terrorizing the surrounding communities. The same lunatic that bashed in the heads of Glenn and Abraham.

"Are ya just gonna fuckin' stand there staring at me whole day, or are ya gonna give ya old friend a hug?"

Realizing now wasn't the time to dwell too much in her confused thoughts, Raven flashes him a faint smile.

"Yeah, sorry..." she responds, stepping forward to hug him.

"Aah... it's good seeing your beautiful face again, Darling..." Negan groans, squeezing Raven tightly in his arms.

Raven doesn't respond at first; her mind wandering off to years earlier when she had last seen Negan before the world had gone to hell.

Flashback.

It had been an exhausting day for Raven and all she wanted to do once home was grab a hot shower, eat, and then relax a bit with a few beers before heading to bed.

Exhaling a sigh of relief as she got near to home, that all changed though when Raven notices Negan's bike parked to the side of her driveway.

"That's strange... he didn't say anything about coming over."

Getting out of the car, Raven barely made it to the front steps of the house when Negan rushed her.

Confused a bit at what was going on, Raven stood silent for a few seconds as Negan tightly hugged her; his face buried in the side of her neck.

Raven was about to crack a joke about the situation, until suddenly she felt the shaking of Negan's body as he began silently sobbing against her neck.

Concerned at what was going on, Raven attempts to lift his head so she could look at him.

"Negan?" Raven pulls at his head to look at her.

Negan finally looks at her then, tears running down his cheeks as he stared down at her.

"What's wrong?" Raven reaches up to cup his cheeks in the palm of her hands.

"What happened?"

"Lu...Lu..." he whimpers out, visibly shaking as the tears continued to flow.

"Is it, Lucille?" her brows furrow in concern.

Negan lets out another sob, nodding his head.

"She has cancer..."

"What?!" Raven yells out in shock.

Negan had been a complete emotional mess as Raven led him into the house. After having gotten him to finally calm down a bit, she gave Lucille a call to let her know where Negan was.

After a long chat between the two of them and knowing that Negan needed time and the support from his closest friend to come to terms with what was happening; Lucille decides that it be best for him to stay the night at Raven's.

End.

Negan pulls from the hug, cupping Raven cheeks in his palm and smiling down at her.

"It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Tears formed in Raven's eyes as she nodded with a faint smile, thoughts of the good old days rushing through her mind then.

Negan and Raven were pulled from their moment when one of his men cleared their throat then.

"Sir, what do you want us to do with these?" he asks lifting her weapons and the bag of supplies.

"Oh, yeah... almost fuckin' forgot" Negan shakes himself back to attention.

"Rickie Boy, mind taking those supplies to where they supposed to go. Raven Rose and I have some catching up to do while ya get onto finding that missing gun of mine."

Rick remains silent as he takes the bag, but it was perfectly clear that he was seething deep within as Negan cockily grinned at him.

"And her weapons, Sir?" one of the others enquires.

"Oh, the gun's gotta go..."

Negan looks to Raven with a faint smirk.

"Sorry, Darling... you can keep ya crossbow though."

Nodding in understanding, Raven reaches out to take the crossbow back.

Negan dramatically spreads his arms out in question.

"So, which one's your house?"

"The one your people are busy carrying the bed out of right now" she points out in the direction.

"Hey!" Negan yells out as he stomps toward the house, calling out orders then.

"Take that shit back where it belongs! Nothing gets touched in this house, you understand!"

Raven remained silent as she watched the men rush in a panic to return her belongings.

This definitely wasn't the Negan she remembered. Did that Negan even still exist?

Part 2

#twd negan #twdfanfic #twdlovestory #negan x oc #negan smith #The Walking Dead #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #negan

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tathrin · 8 months

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I just need you to know your tags on that post about Boba Fett made me realize HOW MUCH of Legends-era Boba Fett I didn't know about and now it is my goal to hunt every book and story down because dear gods he's even more amazing than I realized

Ahhhh omg yes he's the best and worst in all the best ways. Thank you for giving me another excuse to talk about him!

Okay so start with the Twin Engines of Destruction comic by Andy Mangels and John Naedeau, that is THE epitome of Boba Fett. (#he had no face just the helmet that WAS his face #he canonically gives money from successful jobs to orphanages WHAT #when he found out someone was impersonating him AND BOTCHING JOBS he set that fucker up SO GOOD #he literally took the man apart physically spiritually and emotionally and left him paralyzed staring at his own about-to-explode jetpack #and put the antidote to the neurotoxin in front of him said ''you may survive if you have the will to move...like i would'' and WALKED AWAY) Genuinely just...this is it, this is him, this is everything anyone ever needs to know about how to write Boba Fett.

After that I'll recommend moving onto the Boba Fett: Death, Lies, and Treachery comics (consisting of "Bounty on Bar Kooda," "When the Fat Lady Swings," and "Murder Most Foul") by John Wagner and Cam Kennedy (probably my favorite Fett comic artist; their style is wonky yes but it fits so well!). Boba Fett: Agent of Doom is another one drawn by Kennedy that is excellent, although it's written by John Ostrander (who did the best Clone Wars comics btw) instead of Wagner. Also I personally like to headcanon the last one actually being about Ailyn Vel, but that's neither here nor there. Your best bet to find these is probably the Star Wars Legends — Epic Collection: The New Republic vol 7 tpb but Marvel is shit about keeping their SW comics in print, so good luck.

Also definitely worth reading are K.W. Jeter's Bounty Hunter Wars trilogy of novels (#he surgically removed his olfactory pleasure sensors so he wouldn't be affected by space pollen shit #he'd drop an entire mine on top of himself to get his mark if he had to and then just dig his way back out #he once used the dying body of the closest thing he had to a friend as a laser canon to kill some tin-can hutts #he had his fucking SKIN DISSOLVED and still sat up to shoot a bitch #he walked onto an exploding star destroyer just to have a conversation AND THEN FLEW IT RIGHT BACK OUT AGAIN) but I will say that the quality of them varies wildly between different sections...but it's one of those "even the bad parts are good, despite being terrible" books, if you know what I mean!

No Disintegrations, Please! is a short-story from the Tales of the New Republic collection, and that's the one that features Fett walking through an Imperial Garrison to get his mark that I was thinking of when I made the post (although it seems that tag didn't save? or I just can't find it again amidst all the unhinged shrieking of the rest of them lol) although he also took on a garrison in one of the comics and in another comic he went through a wrecked Star Destroyer full of murder-droids and TIE patrols so like...not an out-of-the-ordinary endeavor for him lol.

Payback: The Tale of Dengar, also from one of the short-story collections, in this case Tales of the Bounty Hunters, is where Dengar gets Fett to be his best man, although alas the wedding itself is never depicted anywhere, at least not that I've seen. (Although if you'll permit an extremely immodest self-rec, I did write about it once in a fic...) My favorite moment in this story, though, is when Boba Fett pulls a straw out to drink without removing his helmet. Too bad no one apparently ever mentioned that features to Din Djarin; would have made his life considerably easier. And yes, I was the person shouting "use a straw you idiot!" at the screen several times, to the vast amusement of those watching with me.

And of course, Susejo a.k.a. the Sarlacc mentioned in the original post is from A Barve Like That: The Tale of Boba Fett from the short-story collection "Tales From Jabba's Palace."

For new stuff that still feels like classic Fett, Age of Rebellion: Boba Fett by Greg Pak and Bria LaVorgna is really the only thing that comes to mind, but it's quite a lovely little one-shot.

*If you have trouble finding Twin Engines of Destruction let me know. I have the whole thing saved on my computer because I love it so much, although I will say that the digital format/coloring does it no favors.

#NER BOB'IKA!#(i'm sorry but if the base foundation of your boba fett characterization doesn't stem from ''twin engines'' what are you even DOING?)#also i went back through my boba fett tag to find links for this op and i have to thank you #because there is some fucking GOLD in that tag that i did not remember #lmaooooo #boba fett #favorite characters #star wars #star wars eu #twin engines of destruction

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What are some embarrassing secrets of the OW members and what are the reactions of the kids when they inevitably find out?

Cassidy: *sitting in a chair rock documentary style* I used to say 'Blackwatch plays by its own rules' a lot. It comes up a lot in old debriefings. Even worse when I sound smug as hell in that shit. Y'know you tell yourself it was a different time but *sucks breath through teeth* yeah it does not look good.

*camera cuts to Jaime in that same rock documentary interview chair*

Jaime: When did I find out Cole is an accessory to extrajudicial murder?' I mean Vishkar had a real hard-on for anti-Overwatch propaganda--not that they needed to try super hard to make it. I knew about the Venice Incident well before I got on the Watchpoint, but y'know, one day you'll be browsing through the files yourself, you'll learn something new and you're like 'oh hey, I know that war criminal. He's making tamales tonight.'

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Samir: Uncle Niran's always telling us goofy stories from his and Satya's academy days. A lot of it was really funny stuff, like Mom's first hard-light constructs unintentionally looking really phallic or that time she accidentally set off the fire alarm or stuff like that, but usually there were at least 11 details he would include offhandedly that made you go, 'Wow. You guys were in a cult.'

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Marti: *sitting in the interview chair* The thing is, when you have an Auntie who makes it her business to know literally every shameful secret of every powerful person in the world, you get an interesting scope on things. Oh you get extremely jaded, absolutely, and then you get the hubris, and then it just kind of boils down into... a lot of people being boring, actually. And a lot of the time you just kind of end up feeling sorry for people. Auntie actually made me do a full background check on Morrison all by myself before she let me train with him. *sips drink*

Interviewer, offscreen: That's quite an ask.

Marti: *setting drink down* Obviously. He was a massive public figure so I think a major goal of hers was just delaying me training with him while I sorted through all the junk. Anyway I learned that his grandmother had the third largest Precious Moments figurine collection in Indiana, which apparently made him suffer from night terrors until age 13, and also that he spent 11 months in intensely secretive litigation following the Crisis because there's basically an entire subgenre of shoestring-budget gay porn starring an uncanny lookalike operating under the name, 'Jack Whorrison.' Turns out Auntie scrubbed pretty much every video of that from every networked hard drive in the world as a birthday gift to him in her third year after defecting. I found it in her records--no actual videos, just the algorithms she wrote to hunt them down. She gets so embarrassed when she does genuinely nice things for people.

Interviewer, offscreen: Did you ever investigate whether Jack Whorrison was another cloning attempt by Talon?

Marti: Why would they clone him for that. No, that was literally just a blonde dude.

#yeehan kid #symmarah kids #spiderbyte kid

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bigbigjuiceman · 11 months

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Undertale Cyan:

The main idea is somewhat similar to Deltarune because of how Vanessa (the patience soul) and *You* work:

You’ll be kinda controlling Vanessa in a way you do to Kris in deltarune, she’s her own individual people and yet you cling onto her experience this world she lives in, but still don’t have full control despite your DT,

This will lead to Vanessa clearly visibly struggling for control (this will happen more often in genocide btw)

Other from that? Works mostly the same as UT with the ideas me and some of my friends had for armor traits

(“FEAR, CHARISMA,DEF, ATK”)

FEAR: Scares monsters away from you so you’ll get less encounters but people will be uncomfortable around you and your ACT choices will be less effective.

CHARISMA: Gets you more encounters because people wish to talk to you more but your ACT choices will be more effective.

(The more LV you get the higher your FEAR increases)

Some text options will sometimes change when you move on them, mostly to show that Vanessa’s words are being replaced with yours.

(Side note to help explain something: Undertale cyan is a odd thing. It’s what WOULD be the 2nd fallen soul being possessed by the DT soul, so frisk is the 2nd fallen now but with a Weaker DT soul or whatever.)

bonus bosses and mini bosses:

Red, who you can encounter in the Core by going off path and walking on an invisible bridge.

Bill, a neutral route encounter who you can only unlock after completing the pacifist route or getting enough dog coins.

(Fun fact: Bill is some weird 6'5 character that looks like Sans, I sorta made him as a Joke character. He doesn’t have most of the 'sans' abilities (he mostly has bones and goofy attacks) and he’s just some weird black n white skeleton that folks are uncomfortable around)

(He has an attack called 'Jessie bone' which is a bone with a red beanie which will chase you on a skateboard)

time to talk more about bill:

Bill, He’d probably be a character that you’d see throughout the story. Think about a funnier Monster kid, he’ll occasionally appear and mess with another character but mostly talk to you, hell sometimes you can even buy items from him or get a random item..

These can either be beneficial or dangerous! He could give you a ketchup bottle (heals 5hp and confuses whoever you’re going against) or straight up Whisky (heals -1HP and makes your movements slower, it also messes with narration).

(Maybe he’ll actually avoid you in Genocide Due to bill probably not being an idiot and knowing that you are definitely in the mood to kick his shit in.)

Bill will replace Toby in some parts, so he’ll steal papyrus’ attack and go “uh…meow?” before running out of there or something.

And he’ll just take the “Powerful Orb” after you unlock it and just hold it above you so you can’t reach it, since he like bullies Vanessa n all.

Extra Geno Fights: MTT’s Definitely going to give more of a fight, he’s got one last show so he’s going to make this one worth it, and This NEO fight will still have a “yellow soul” mode but it’ll work differently, you basically have to collect pellets or whatever to throw at projectiles but they can destroy several attacks in throw (just aim it good to get those combos)

Tori will actually fight back during Geno but still hold back a bit even though you’re a murderer

Papyrus giving giving it a bit more work in Geno while trying to make you stop, keeping his guard up as he tries to block your attacks while convince you to ease down (note: spare-killing him is an easy way to win, and he won’t ever kill you because he’s still trying to see you be better.)

Bonus Puzzle: The gauntlet of deadly terror actually works in Undertale Cyan and will initiate a one turn fight which will send each weapon into doing the random attack where it’s basically just a bullet hell attack that you have to dodge

Narrative/Chara stuff: The “Other one” is of course Chara who still occasionally narrates throughout this but Vanessa mainly does the narration instead.

Most of your LV EXP all of those STATS go to Vanessa too since you’re using her husk, so Chara won’t appear in the Geno ending and isn’t really really numbed to it because the LV not gong to Them as well, only Vanessa.

Undyne time:

Undyne’s spear attacks won’t send you into a annoying spear spam dodge encounter and instead will just do damage like in Deltarune

So on a normal neutral run you can fight basically the semi-undyning version of Undyne, right?

Well after Geno she’ll be more determined than the neutral run due to having déjà vu of you being a terrible person and just feeling like you’re not even human so

She’ll get closer to being Undyne the Undyne but still not there. Making for a tougher fight. (Again Undyne has incredibly specific déjà vu! Moreso than sans or most honestly- Probably due to DT.)

It’ll also match the Narration’s (Vanessa’s) text change from

“…?”

To after you do a geno run

“..Is this a second wind or just a dying breath?” Despite how this sounds evil, she’s moreso genuinely curious.

The reason this works is because the geno erase was well- it was a imperfect erase since the husk couldn’t help the soul, making it weaker as it slowly tried to get things bad to “normal.” A weird reset.

Flowey:

In the omega flowey It’s not only the SOULs that finish him off but also YOU!

Y’know how the final is? The actual final will be like after that but he’ll only be able to do his basic Flowey attacks as you do a TON of damage (like normal)

He’ll be shouting about “he’s the god of this world!” And “I can’t give up like THAT!”

I was planing on making a little Flowey fight for genocide, he doesn’t get enough time to get to the souls so he’s forced to fight you on his own, the reason he would fight you is because you’d be 'less Chara like' with Vanessa being the main source of narration and it being mostly *her* husk n all.

The fight would be like that one 'save goatbro' Fan made fight but y’know-

Depressed

An attack idea I had to make it semi-newer was to use the echo flowers actually,

(Undertale the musical from RECD gave me that idea)

It’s attack where the echo flowers either echo past attack 'patterns' of monsters you’ve fought but with flowey’s bullets or their words would shoot at you like the perseverance soul’s part in the omega flowey fight.

Consequences: The Genocide run ends with Vanessa attempting to separate herself from you as you try to erase the world, causing an 'improper erase' instead, which is semi like a reset.

The consequences for the genocide is the Fear factor to be higher around you (Vanessa gives a semi unsettling vibe), narration changes for both neutral and pacifist (as shown with Undyne).

The 'friend group photo' will also end up the same with the faces being scribbled out, but Vanessa won’t be making an evil face or anything but instead her face will be scribbled out too and 'we don’t deserve this ending' will be written in the top right corner to show Vanessa’s disgust towards you and herself after the geno run (mass murder sorta effects a child, who knew?)

The pacifist route will come with consequences for if you try to do a geno or neutral route, like Vanessa actively doing less damage or hesitating when attacking a monster due to her not wanting to kill all of the people she was just friends with no so long ago.

Loot idea: Defeating bosses in an either aggressive or peaceful way can unlock you special items, a good example of this is with papyrus:

Completing a fight with him through sparing him can unlock you the 'COOL DUDE' Scarf which gives you

+2 Speed

+1 ATK

+5 DEF

-5 FEAR

+12 CHARISMA

While if you kill him you’ll get the 'Torn Scarf.' Which gives you

+1 Speed

+2 ATK

+0 DEF

+12 FEAR

-5 CHARISMA

(Undyne will do extra damage to you and KR lasts longer.)

Bonus:

The 'Gaster Room' will scare the ever living hell out of Vanessa, making her panic and try to constantly move away from him as you try to push her closer to him, and if you manage to actually make her actually get to the mystery man then he’ll just disappear and she’ll collapse for a moment, taking a moment to breathe before getting up and rushing out of that room.

If Vanessa's inventory isn't full, after leaving the Gaster room once you touched Gaster, a "Hand" item will appear.

Item *Info:*

My hand itches...

Item: *Use*

"You claw at the back of your hand for a moment. You accidentally make yourself bleed." -1 HP.

(It's only in that one corridor when you leave the G room though. Leave the corridor and "Hand" will go away.)

Bonus part two:

If you go to Bill after encountering the Gaster room, he’ll give Vanessa the 'deal maker glasses' (Spamton’s drip) which will trigger some new attacks in the MTT fight which are similar to Spamton’s attacks.

Fun facts:

Fun fact: Vanessa will refuse to let you flirt with Undyne! If you try to do that spear flirt thing she’ll legit move it away and make it point at the tea.

(Because like: Vanessa’s a 9 - 11 year old girl who’s like “Ewwww I wouldn’t kiss a fish or something that’s weird, you’re weird.”)

Fun fact: Vanessa doesn’t actually like the other options as much as the tea, so choosing tea will make Undyne note on how you’re smiling

Fun fact: If you try to equip the cloudy glasses then Vanessa will actually just clean them to make them just 'glasses'

Fun fact: Wearing the glasses in the MTT Q&A will actually cause the letters Alphys makes to be highlighted.

Fun fact: if you have the Tough gloves or Manly Bandana equipment during undyne’s cooking lesson then Vanessa will be much more willing to do the aggressive cooking options like punching the tomato n all.

Fun fact: Vanessa will describe the dull knife as "nostalgic" when you ask her to describe it.

Fun fact: Vanessa will genuinely be scared of Asgore, showing hesitation to even enter the barrier or start the fight.

Fun fact: If you mention Bill around Sans, Sans will show visible discomfort and recommend you stay away from Bill.

Fun fact: if you mention Bill around Papyrus, Papyrus will wonder if he’s even supposed to be allowed around children

Fun fact: if you mention Bill around Undyne, Undyne Will basically just say "keep away from that creepy hillbilly."

And finally, here’s Vanessa’s design.

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darsynia · 1 year

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Trust Fall | Ch 20 (mature)

MINORS DNI THIS CHAPTER PLEASE. Oral sex (f receiving) and sexual touching.

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Tony and Emory arrive at the mansion and spend some quality time with each other.

Length: 4,853 (there's just nowhere to cut this. It's smutty tho)

Taglist: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Excerpt:

Tony stops at another door, metal this time, with submarine-style fittings. He reaches toward the circular spoked door mechanism but stops with his hands mid-air. “Shit, I’m just taking you into another confined space you’ll be locked into. Em--” Tony turns to look at her, concern etched across his features.

“Drag me into your bunker, Mr. Stark,” Emory tells him in a breathy voice.

His relief is immediate and attractive. “Oh, I will.”

He spins the safe-like wheel one way, then the other. Tony swears under his breath, repeating the action, then blows out a frustrated sigh and turns on his heel to glare at her good-naturedly.

“You!” He starts towards her, herding her against the wall opposite the vault room. “If I had your power set the building would probably be in serious danger right now.” He rests both palms flat on the wall and looks down, desire painted clearly on his face. “What am I going to do with you?”

Everything, Emory wants to say.

Chapter Twenty: Star(k) Power

They’re both very hungry by the time Happy Hogan finally drives them into the mansion’s subterranean garage. Tony had spent the last hour listing food places they could order from until she’d picked one to placate him. After years of having to make do with things she doesn’t like, it’s hard to even recall her own favorites. Rory would always choose her own second favorite things so she could eat from Emory’s plate.

As they’re getting out of the limo, Hogan gets the notification that their delivery driver is almost there, and he sets off to collect and pay. She’s not surprised that Tony had set up the other man’s phone as the contact, but it’s close enough to her previous life that she feels odd staying behind.

Tony leads her out of the garage toward the main part of the house, saying, “Why do I have a feeling your former boss made you pay for the food and expense it, instead of just setting up a card?”

He’s right. “How did you know I was thinking about Rory?” Emory asks, staring up at his back as he climbs the stairs in front of her.

“You have a face. It’s your ‘Rory’ face.”

“I ‘have a face,’” Emory repeats, amused.

“You do. I missed it. Your face in general, I mean.” He walks her through a hallway with crimson wallpaper that terminates at an ornate wooden door, and indicates that she should go first.

“You go first. I’ll follow you and silently judge your slightly creepy murder hallway,” Emory says.

Tony laughs, leaning against the closed door and glancing up at the ceiling in recollection. “That reminds me-- My father was angry about something, so he’d driven home ‘aggressively;’” Tony’s air quotes imply this is an understatement. “I was five at most, and my mom had just taught me the word ‘pedestrian,’ because of those signs, ‘Ped Xing?’ Well.” He winces. “Dad was in front of me in this hallway, and I just said, ‘Did you paint the walls with the blood of pedestrians?’”

“Oh no!”

He pulls a face and opens the door. ”Dad updated many other things over the years, but never this hallway. Can’t look like I ever influenced him, I guess.”

Tony doesn’t look upset as he walks past her through the doorway, but from behind, Emory can see that he’s tense from the memory. She doesn’t blame him; her own parents’ divorce had been rough, sure, but when she was a kid, she’d never doubted that they loved her. Their distaste about her choice of occupation was a whole different beast, but she’d been a young adult by then.

“Drag me into your bunker, Mr. Stark,” Emory tells him in a breathy voice.

His relief is immediate and attractive. “Oh, I will.”

He spins the safe-like wheel one way, then the other. Tony swears under his breath, repeating the action, then blows out a frustrated sigh and turns on his heel to glare at her good-naturedly.

Everything, Emory wants to say. Instead, she impishly remarks, “Most of your choices probably involve the room in there,” and nods over his shoulder at the still-locked bunker door.

“Is that meant to be a motivator?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

The mental snowfield that aids her in keeping control slips after having been extensively employed earlier today, and Emory thinks, fuck it. She grabs a handful of his shirt and lifts herself up for a kiss. “No, but this is.”

Tony’s on board immediately, closing in to nip at her, teasing and tasting. He pins her in place with his hips, and she slips a hand around to press at the small of his back, anchoring herself in his sturdy warmth. There’s a whoosh of air around them, loud but not dangerous, given the limited space to draw from. Emory can feel the fabric of his shirt ripple when it passes. Tony’s reaction is a low rumble in his chest as he presses even closer, his kiss more demanding, spurred on by his role in her power generation.

After a long few minutes, he lifts his head and schools his expression into a stern one. “Consider yourself properly chastised.”

“Is that supposed to be a de-motivator?” she asks as he stalks away from her over to the door. Tony once again pauses in the process of setting his hands on the mechanism, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Emory has to work hard to hold back her own.

Thankfully he gets the door right this time, opens it, and goes straight in. She pushes off from the wall and follows only to skid to a halt after just a few steps. Nothing about what she sees reads as an ‘emergency bunker’ to her, mostly because it’s huge.

In the center of multiple separate areas is a lab space complete with worktables and equipment. Fanning out on either side of the central area are two ‘wings,’ one of which is a kitchen/living space straight out of a 1980’s celebrity home magazine. The other is a large bed adorned by a circular curtain hanging from a hook directly above. Each wing has independent lights from the center lab, with the bedroom lights set the most dim.

Just looking at the bed makes her yawn, but at that same moment, Tony gets a message from Hogan, who is at the door to the bunker with the food. The three of them eat at the kitchen island before Hogan excuses himself, bidding them goodnight. This prompts another yawn, which Emory tries to hide in embarrassment.

“No worries,” Hogan says. “The two of you probably haven’t slept soundly in three months.” He nods at Tony behind her. “This one’s been working nonstop to get you here, it’s about time he gets some shut-eye, don’t you think?” Even though Emory hasn’t reacted with more than a simple nod, Hogan starts getting defensive. “What? Don’t look at me like that! I’m saying get your priorities straight, that’s all!”

She turns to see that Tony’s making a ‘time out’ gesture. When she swivels back to look at Hogan, he’s pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll be picking up Pepper from the airport in an hour, but we’ll see you in the morning. You know, when you’re both rested,” he says. There’s a little bit of impish humor in the set of his jaw that Emory can’t help but be delighted by.

Tony sounds less enamored. “Lovingly? Get out. Now.”

“You got it.”

Tony guides the other man to the door, one hand firmly on his back. When the door clangs shut, he deflates a little, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

“Don’t tell Mother Hen back there, but I had every intention of sleeping at our earliest convenience. He tends to get gloat-y, but I think the most accurate term for how I feel right now is ‘knackered.’”

“I’ve been looking forward to sleeping beside you for more weeks than I’m willing to admit,” Emory says simply.

With a pleased look on his face, Tony crosses half of the space between them, turns toward the bedroom area, and holds out a hand.

It’s completely dark when she wakes. There’s no way to know the time, but it can’t have been more than a few hours. Emory’s the little spoon to Tony’s big one, his arm curled around her waist, head nestled behind hers on the pillow. As someone who is often cold at night, she’s glad for the way their legs are tangled together, as the t-shirt he’d lent her to sleep in doesn’t fall any further than mid-thigh.

The only problem with the way they’re intertwined is, the heat of Tony’s hand on her stomach and the way his knee has snuck up almost between her legs is kind of making it hard to drift back off to sleep. She shifts a few times, hoping to either shed the growing arousal she’s feeling or position that knee of his somewhere it would do some good.

“Are you trying to kill me in my sleep?” Tony gasps in her ear, nuzzling his body closer and spreading out the hand on her stomach.

Emory sucks in a breath; that felt really good. She opens her mouth to respond, but stops. The thing she wants to say is more brazen than she’s ever, ever been, not that it would even faze Tony.

“What is it?”

Of course he’s perceptive about this, it’s sex-related! she groans to herself. Emory decides to go for it. “I’m not trying to kill you, but I will if you stop touching me,” she manages, voice wavering between steel wool and cotton fluff.

“We are at the same paragraph on the same page of the same dirty magazine,” he groans into her shoulder, sliding his hand down to cup her through the fabric of the shirt she’d borrowed. “I’ve wanted to know whether you took off those panties you didn’t let me peek at since we got in bed.”

Emory pictures Tony’s hand as the snowfield that’s meant to be keeping her powers in check, but all that does is make it easier for her to picture his hand where she can already feel him moving. The variable pressure in each muted, cloth-covered swirl of his fingers is unpredictable and glorious. Emory rests her own hand on his forearm and almost moans aloud. She hadn’t realized that feeling his muscles flex would be so intimate.

Then, Tony drags the shirt out of the way and runs his hand along her bared hip like he’s searching for the lace of her panties. Finding nothing, he says, “You did! Perfect.”

“I hate sleeping in panties,” she confesses.

“I wholeheartedly approve.”

Tony moves the flat of his hand from her hip to her knee, simultaneously angling his own leg underneath, slowly drawing hers apart. His confident caresses ramp up her anticipation, with wide sweeps of his whole hand spreading tingles closer and closer to her core. Emory whimpers, her stomach muscles protesting at the way she’s used them to hold still. Tony makes a sympathetic noise of his own and circles closer, finally delving his fingers into her waiting curls. Emory’s waning grasp on her power generation flutters along with her heartbeat.

She didn’t know she’d closed her eyes until something large brushes against her legs, startling her. Visible in the dim LED-glow from the devices across the room, the support chain above them is shaking, and the canopy itself is spinning.

“Em?” Tony pauses his movements. He doesn’t sound upset, but she’s mortified.

“Shit, sorry!” Emory says. She pulls in all of her scattered concentration to leash the radiated energy. A few tossed packets of power in the opposite direction helps her slow and then stop the twirling fabric. When she lays her head back against Tony’s shoulder behind her in embarrassed relief, he chuckles.

“Yes, how dare you lose your grip on your actual superpowers when I touch you? I am outraged,” he teases, sucking a kiss onto her neck.

“Don’t get too cocky. I just woke up, I’ve got diminished capacity!” Emory teases back. She can hear the smile in his voice, and something about the prickly feel of his beard hair on her collarbone makes her feel his, somehow. Turning her head to catch his attention before he takes away her powers of thought and speech with the hand he’s starting to move back into position, she says, “It’s pretty early. We could skip ahead to other… I mean, if you want--” Even in near darkness, she’s too shy to finish the suggestion.

“Oh, I want, but hear me out,” Tony says, shifting so he can look down at her. Most of his face is in shadow, but she can see a glittering intensity in his eyes. “Night after night in that cave I wanted to sneak over to your cot. Because of their camera, I never did. In Malibu, JARVIS is everywhere, but I didn’t install him in the bunker, which means no video or audio monitoring. There’s no one watching but me.” He dips his head down to kiss her, pulling back after just a few seconds. “Let me do this for you. Tomorrow I can look; tonight, I want to feel.” Tony leans down and nuzzles against the clothed hollow between her breasts. “Say yes.”

“Yes,” Emory says softly, trailing a hand across his back and up into his hair.

“Mmm, and since it’s already dark, and I won’t be able to see well either way…” Tony moves down her body so swiftly she doesn’t fully understand the context until his warm hands push her t-shirt farther up.

“Tony!” she hisses, frozen in agonized indecision. She definitely wants this, but they’d been in the car for hours.

He seems not to have heard her protest, too busy settling down at the foot of the bed and gently positioning her onto her back. “I’ll stop, if that’s what you want,” Tony says after a long moment, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.

“Is there a shower somewhere nearby?” she whispers.

“First of all: I would have done this in that cave if it weren’t for the aforementioned surveillance cameras,” he says, dragging his shirt off over his head. The gentle blue of his arc reactor helps her see the sincerity in his expression. “Second of all: wouldn’t that wake you all the way up? I was going for ‘comfort pleasure,’ here.”

His casual tone coupled with that phrase almost undoes her, but she’s still nervous. Tony’s been with so many beautiful women!

“But--” Her words cut off for a second when he draws a too-light caress from one hip to another. Instead of staying propped up to look at him, Emory falls back onto the bed, angling an arm over her face in chagrin. “You’re a billionaire, Tony!” she argues weakly.

“Hey, most of that wasn’t on purpose!” He rests a warm hand on her stomach. “Being rich means I don’t do things unless I want to, unless there are terrorists involved. This bunker is terrorist free.” Tony freezes in place, and Emory lifts her head to see what’s wrong. “Forget I said that,” he says. “Only good memories right now.”

“Meeting you was a good memory,” Emory says quietly.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Time to make another one?”

“Absolutely,” she says, still shy but completely won over. His hand on her stomach stays put, but Tony grins up at her before drawing his other thumb right across her very center. She drops her head back yet again, saying, “No recordings, but is the bunker soundproof?”

“Yes. Please tell me that means you’ll make noises,” he says, sounding delighted. Then, in the next second, “Wait! Don’t tell me. I’d rather find out.”

The smug bastard starts slow.

Somehow after watching him spend hours a day working with delicate wires, employing his creative mind to come up with clever solutions to intricate problems, Emory had never thought about how that might translate to sex. Tony’s knowledge-base is no less vast when it comes to exactly how to take her apart. Thanks to his comment about noises, she’s self-conscious to the point of muteness, but of course, he doesn’t play fair.

“It just so happens that I do better wirework when I’m horny. That means you are responsible for half of that first suit’s success,” he says after a minute of teasing her with devastating twists of his fingers and kisses that land almost but not quite close enough. “Pictured myself in exactly this position, too.”

Even though she braces herself, Emory’s still unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that strikes her when his lips close on her clit, tongue swirling, fingers thrusting home for the first time. It’s a ‘car battery to arc reactor’ leap in intensity, and she can’t prevent herself from crying out. Tony ‘mms’ his approval, the vibrations turning her blood to lava.

From there he simply lays waste to her ability to do anything more than feel, building on each action and counter-action until she’s writhing and gasping and begging. When release comes she’s long-since incoherent, her throat tender and her soul sore from his unique mix of sweetness and conceit. Tony adds to that by reaching out to catch her hand in one of his as she shakes.

When she opens her eyes again, the ceiling looks wrong. Emory stares, uncomprehending, until Tony crawls up and stretches out beside her, also on his back.

“The stitching tore loose,” he explains. “It landed somewhere over there,” he says, gesturing vaguely.

“Oh my god!” She sits up, eyes wide, horrified.

“It’s fine, Helen Hunt. Blew harmlessly past us into another part of the bunker. Nothing’s messed up.”

Emory laughs, despite the situation. “Helen Hunt? Where did that come from?”

“That tornado movie, Twister?”

“Wouldn’t the nickname be her character name? It was ‘Jo,’ right?” she asks, laying back down.

Tony’s struck by a huge yawn right as he tries to answer. “I fully admit I have zero cognitive ability right now. What is it, 3 AM?” He snuggles closer, reaching down to drag over the light blanket from where it’s crumpled up at one side of the bed.

His yawn is contagious, and her orgasm has filled her with a kind of lassitude that could translate into sleep very easily. Still, there’s no way he hadn’t ramped himself up, and she’s not a tease.

“I don’t want to leave you… oh, crap, there’s no word that my sleepy brain can bring up that doesn’t sound filthy in this context. Don’t you want to come?” she asks, scrunching her face up in embarrassment.

“I’m good,” he says, surprising her. “I end up with some really intense dreams like this.”

Tony’s words already sound sleep-slurred, and Emory reminds herself what he said about having the agency to make his own decisions. She nestles herself against him, wondering if the intense dreams he’s expecting might include her this time.

Emory wakes up when Tony eases his arm out from under her.

“What time is it?” she asks, stifling a yawn with the back of one hand.

“It’s just past nine. It’s easy to sleep in with no windows,” he tells her, reacting to her surprise. “Wait till you see my bedroom in Malibu. Windows for days.”

“Wow, besides Afghanistan and jet lag, I don’t know if I’ve slept that late in almost a decade!”

“The more you talk about your life before, the more I want to send that bitch a nastygram,” Tony grumps, heading off to the bathroom. Rory’s a sore subject for him, he can admit that to himself. He’d enjoyed the sex, but thought her hangups were too numerous and unusual for anything long-term. That's not the problem, though.

Tony literally can not remember Emory from his brief weeks with her boss. It makes him feel like shit.

He sees the full-size towel hanging beside the stand-up shower and decides to duck in for a quick one. When he steps out fifteen minutes later, he sees that Emory has helped herself to a glass of milk and one of the muffins he’d stocked the kitchen with. Beside her plate on the center island are the clothes she wore yesterday, neatly folded. This makes him check for a full-light glimpse of her bare legs, but she’s wearing the pants.

“Damn.”

“Metal stool equals way too cold for the disheveled girlfriend look, sorry,” she says, her expression turning guarded right away. “Not that I want to presume--”

Tony knows just how to reassure her. He holds up a finger and jogs over to the tablet computer he’d left in the lab space, waking it up and navigating to the checklist of tasks for rescuing her he’d synced with Pepper and Happy. He holds it up for her to read.

GIRLFRIEND: ULTIMATE RESCUE LIST

“I’ll take it personally if you make a liar out of me.”

Her face lights up. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Emory says, looking down at her plate. A lock of her beautiful red hair slips free from where she’d anchored it behind her ear. Tony can’t understand how he could ever have overlooked her, but at the same time, awfully, he can. He’s been surrounded by staff and service people his whole life, and from a young age he’d been taught that it was rude and sometimes even dangerous to let the veil of social strata fall too far. To distract himself, he looks for a muffin of his own, and misses something Emory says.

“One more time?”

“Oh, I was wondering if you’d tried to make it ‘GO GURL’ but didn’t have the time to make it work.”

Tony rewards her with an exasperated look, and her little smile of victory makes him feel a little lightheaded. She knows him, the way that Happy and Rhodey do, but he’s already done the work to make sure that those men are safe and successful. Emory’s not safe yet. Being forced to leave some of his heart uncertain and unguarded is an uncomfortable feeling. He doesn’t like it.

At least Rhodey’s innate sense of tact and careful diplomacy netted Tony some sparse info on SHIELD, but it’s nowhere near enough. Rhodes had cautioned patience, but Tony’s fresh out. He doesn’t intend to send her back to Fury unless they’re certain of her safety, and that’ll mean asking her some uncomfortable questions. Emory’s skilled in deflection, her skills honed by a hundred hundred thirsty men angling for Rory Fall’s affections. Will she figure out his ultimate game plan of threatening SHIELD’s mission in exchange for a promise of full autonomy?

A short rumbling sound breaks the silence between bites of muffin.

“Is that your phone?” Em asks.

Tony sighs. “It’s got to be Happy, I’ve got everyone else on do not fucking disturb. Literally.” He winks at her lasciviously and appreciates the look of interest this prompts in her. Tony gets up and heads over to the overturned storage bin he’d stuck his phone under in a vain attempt to muffle the notifications. Sure enough, he’s got five missed calls and multiple text exhortations to answer the phone, all from Happy Hogan. It’s annoying at first, but then he looks at the timestamps.

The first is from six AM, then one every half hour until nine, scattered through with the texts. Ironically, Happy tends to bunch them up when something’s trivial, so this? This looks like an actual emergency.

Even as he thinks this, another text comes through.

HHogan: Don’t leave me on ‘read,’ Tony. Something’s up.

Tony picks one of the missed call messages and calls back. Hogan answers within the first ring.

“We’ve got media trouble, maybe legal too.”

“Your face just got really serious,” Emory says, getting down from her stool and coming over.

“Happy’s on his way. Something about media trouble.” He doesn’t add the legal part because she hasn’t had enough exposure to Happy Hogan to know when he’s exaggerating for effect. To Tony, this doesn’t feel like one of those times. “Ok, come on down. Pepper get home okay?” he says into the phone.

“Yep, she’s right-- Yes. She’s… she got home okay,” Happy stammers. Tony takes this to mean she’s in the room with him.

“Good. Should I activate JARVIS in here, or--”

Hogan is forceful. “No, no. That’ll just get you upset. Lemme come and--”

Happy’s voice cuts off. Tony can hear him and Pepper arguing (‘You’re gonna freak him out! Just go down there!’ ‘He won’t even stick around to hear anything we say if he sees these headlines!’) in a muffled way, as if Pepper’s holding the phone against her shoulder. By the time she speaks into the pilfered phone, Tony’s genuinely concerned.

“Tony? He’s on his way. It’s… it doesn’t have to be really bad, okay? We’ll fix it.”

“None of this is reassuring,” he tells Pepper in a tense whisper.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” Tony hangs up and sees that Emory is hovering anxiously nearby. He opens his arms for her and she obliges, kissing the space beside his arc reactor.

“You’ve had bad media attention in the past, haven’t you?”

“Sure, which is why those two having kittens on the phone has me concerned,” he replies. She makes a little noise of unhappiness and tightens her arms around him for a few seconds.

With a qualm of conscience, Tony realizes he probably should have obscured his worries and sent Emory in for a shower. In the past, he’s seen that fear dissipates her self-described ‘sheaths’ of power, but Emory has implied that positive emotions aren’t the only generator. It’s possible, even likely, that it can happen with any strong emotion, which is then derailed by feeling an equally strong opposing response. Affection is negated by fear, but is fear negated by affection?

“Shouldn’t he be here by now? How big is the house?”

He pulls the phone back out of his pocket to see if he’d missed Hap’s text. The door is designed to be too thick to translate something like a knock. “Not this big, but it’s been a while since we--” The phone starts ringing, interrupting him. Tony answers it with, “Did you get lost?”

“Left my phone with Pepper, and you didn’t hear me knocking,” Happy’s saying, sounding out of breath. “Your turn. Meet me in the den.” He hangs up.

“Want to see the rest of the house?” Tony asks Emory.

Her response is to have a minor freak out about whether she’s presentable, given the fact that Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan have ‘already seen her in these clothes.’ Tony finds her an old white dress shirt from a drawer in the bedroom. While she’s dressing in the bathroom, he rushes to collect the ripped bed canopy that’s lying across their path to the door before she sees it on their way out and feels bad about it. The truth is, he’d been reassured by the whole canopy thing. Her control has improved a good deal between that and the tornado of cave debris.

“Worst deja vu ever?” he asks when she comes out of the bathroom with the sleeves of the over-large shirt rolled up. It really does look like the one she’d borrowed from Yinsen all those weeks ago.

Emory nods, but her expression hardens as she puts her shoes back on. “I can’t let anyone else get trapped by that scientist. I keep picturing Yinsen collecting all of his money, blinded by the possible outcomes. There can’t have been much information on the guy, or he would have figured out it was a bad deal.”

“We can ask JARVIS--”

“No!” she says sharply. “Sorry, but no. Natasha says it’s possible the guy keeps records of pings, showing the physical locations of people who visit his page. She cautioned me not to search while at SHIELD so we didn’t tip our hand. I’m sure a ping from the Stark mansion would be just as bad, after all, I’m supposed to be friendless and destitute.”

Tony turns to open the door, frowning where she can’t see his face. That sounds like manipulative bullshit to him. “I hope you’re good at faking that, then.”

He leads her up the warren of steps and corridors to the second floor den. It’s classic and intimidating, with wood-panel walls, thousands of books, and velvet furniture, on which is seated an anxious-looking Happy Hogan.

“Well?” Tony says, noticing the way Emory’s tracing her hands along the odd devices that line the edges of the mahogany desk.

Hogan stands up. “Look, there’s no good way to say this-- the singer, your old boss?” he says, looking at Emory. “She’s been making some calls. Claims that since she hasn’t heard from you, Tony must be covering up that you died during the escape.”

“This from the woman who spent a week melodramatically wailing from a kushy hotel in Kabul that her luggage was missing, with hardly a word about the whole person who was also missing?” Tony snaps, instantly furious. “Has she even tried to get in touch with you? Your parents?”

“Not that I know of,” Emory whispers, white-faced. “I put it off, since it seemed like she wasn’t interested in-- Mr. Hogan, what exactly is she saying?”

“She’s basically accusing Tony of murder.”

Next chapter, Emory and Tony have to decide whether to prioritize their current needs over their future ones.

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