Their foreheads were still touching, their breaths slow and warm in the quiet cave. Bruce opened his eyes first. Diana’s eyes were still closed, like she was holding onto that moment with everything she had.
He lifted his hand and brushed a small strand of hair away from her face. His fingers were rough, but his touch was soft.
“I forget sometimes,” he said quietly, “that I’m allowed to feel something.”
Diana opened her eyes and looked at him. “You don’t have to be a stone all the time, Bruce. Even the strongest hearts need rest.”
He gave a weak laugh, the kind that almost sounded like a sigh. “Rest. I don’t remember what that feels like.”
She slid her hand up and touched the back of his neck, her thumb moving slowly, calming him. “Then let me remind you.”
Bruce closed his eyes for a second. Those simple words hit something deep inside him. Something he didn’t even know was still alive.
Diana stepped closer, so close that their bodies almost touched. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You don’t have to face everything alone.”
He looked at her then — really looked. Not as Wonder Woman. Not as a warrior. But as a woman who cared for him in a way he never thought anyone could.
“Diana…” he said, and his voice cracked just a little.
She placed her hand gently on his chest, right above his heart. “I’m here,” she whispered.
He covered her hand with his own, holding it in place. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. The way he held her hand said it all.
She leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time. Slower. Like she wanted to give him peace, not passion. Like she wanted him to breathe again.
He kissed her back with the same softness, the same need, the same feeling he had been hiding for years.
When their lips parted, Bruce rested his forehead against hers again.
“Why does this feel so easy?” he asked quietly.
“Because it was always meant to,” Diana replied.
He let out a shaky breath and finally pulled her into a full embrace. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight, like she was holding the part of him that the world could never touch.
For a long moment, they just stood there, holding each other in the warm silence of the Batcave.
Outside, life would go back to chaos. The world would need saving again. Gotham would need its Dark Knight. But right now, none of that mattered.
Right now, he wasn’t Batman.
And she wasn’t Wonder Woman.
They were just Bruce and Diana, holding onto each other like two tired hearts finally finding home.
The church bells rang and echoed throughout the entire town. White doves sang their song of love as Takemichi laid his eyes on a woman that he didn't recognize..
Her hair was a soft muted blue, her eyes a deep green. Who was this woman? And why was she smiling at him and studying his face with hearts in her eye. Her painted pink lips puckered as she leaned in.
"You may now kiss your bride. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Hanagaki!"
Her was getting married?! To this woman?! Yes, she was beautiful.. Her dress looked like it was made with so much concentration and dedication. But--
This woman wasn't you? Where was his Y/n? Why weren't you the one he was marrying?!
His eyes searched the crowded church for your familiar face. He could see Hinata clapping along with Naoto. Draken smiled fondly while his arm circled around a woman who wasn't Emma? Mitsuya and Chifuyu cheered for him and this woman..
Chifuyu would know for sure what was happening! He had to..
But he could hardly get away from this woman as the night went on. During the reception party she hung into his arm like he'd run away. (Part of him wanted to..)
It wasn't until he got the bright idea to excuse himself to take a piss. And yes, saying piss out loud got him scolded by his supposed bride. He was able to weave himself through the crowd as he ignored all the congregations from guests he didn't know.
He found Chifuyu trying to flirt with a bridesmaid... She rolled her eyes and walked away like he was embarrassing just to be around. At least some things didn't change.
"Chifuyu!-"
He jumped before turning to Takemichi. A half drunk smile on his face. "What's up?- Where's the bride? It's weird not seeing her on your arm--"
His face dropped. "What's wrong-- Wait? Are you the real Takemichi? Not from my time Takemichi?!"
Oh thank goodness! So Chifuyu knew of his time leaping already!
What's happening? Where is she..,
Chifuyu's face dropped. "She isn't yours anymore.. I think you should sit down..
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Pretty manicured nails glittered in the moonlight. Blood red gems, the cost alone could feed a family of 5 for months.. White powder sitting oh so deliciously snuggled in your long pinky nail reaches your nose.
You inhale..
The electric high rushed from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. The cocaine makes it easier.. quicker.
A nasty man, a pig in a cheap suit.. Cries on his knees in front of you. He begs you to spare him for he had a family. A wife and 3 little girls. Funny.. He cares for his girls now but raped and cheated out some of yours? Stupid, pathetic..
You wished you could cut his dick off and make him eat it. But this needed to be quick. You had so many bodies to collect tonight. So many heads to send to enemies and such.
How you wished you could just go home. Soak your sore body in a warm bubble bath. The dried blood collecting in your hair finally flowing down the drain.
A girl could dream right?
"please, please, please" his grubby fat fingers dig into the fabric of your over priced blouse.. Balenciaga. Shame. You just bought this one too.
You grimaced at his snot covered face before kicking him off of you. His body rolled only for him to start crawling back to you. Crying out his pleases and begging to go home to his family.
Your high was already wearing off and you were becoming annoyed. Fucking-- son of a-- You should really quit this shit. But you can't..
You click your tongue and reach for your gun. His cries are quiet as the barrel presses to his sweaty forehead. You don't hesitate and pull the trigger. Blood and brain matter splatter all over your designer shoes. You whistle and 4 of your own goons come running in to clean your mess.
You turn when a small cry reaches your ears. You almost forgot about the three men you had tied up and facing the nearby wall. Their eyes covered and mouths gagged. *Bang, Bang, Bang!*
You decide that's enough for the night. There's always tomorrow.. Besides, your husband should be back at the hideout you call home by now. He'll want to see you--
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Home.. The room was quiet as you entered. The Haitani's were the first to stand and acknowledge your presence. They were always one to kiss ass when it came to power.. It's how they've gotten this far.
Your husband's loyal dog was already by your side. Sanzu was too pretty to be a man. Shame all that beauty was wasted on a drugged up killer. (Funny, people say the same about you)
"He isn't happy."
He, is your husband. Manjiro, or Mikey as he likes you to call him. The same nickname you called him when you were kids. You missed that Mikey, this one, this Mikey now-- He's different..
You furrow your brows as Sanzu takes off your coat and heels. "Why? What now?"
He hums. "The women you sent for him. He wants you, not others to cater to him."
You huff. "Of course. That's my bad, I knew I was going to be a bit late. I'll put him in a better mood. Have Kokonoi leave something pretty for me to wear on my bed."
Sanzu nods. "Yes ma'am."
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Much to your dismay, that bath you were dreaming of turned into a quick shower.
A pretty laced maroon lingerie set hugged your curves as you walked to your husbands room. A matching seer robe left nothing to the imagination. Mikey liked seeing you in something pretty. He liked you dressing up like a gift. His gift..
His bed was empty but you could hear the bath water running. You could see the steam coming from his bathroom.
Mikey black eyes locked on you like a predator. The steam flowed around him as he leaned back in his tub. A tub made for two..
"You look pretty. A lot prettier than the whore you tried to leave for me."
You faked a pout as you sat beside his tub. Picking up his fancy shampoo to lather it into his already wet hair. "Aww, you didn't like my gift? I thought she was cute."
Mikey scoffed. "You're my wife. I want you."
You chuckled. "Our marriage is basically a business contract. You are allowed to have fun on the side Mikey."
He leaned his head back so you could rinse his hair. "I don't care. You're mine. Next time I want you-- Or Sanzu will be sent to collect you."
You kissed his forehead. "Oh no. Not Sanzu." You stood up and dropped your robe. Mikey's eyes stayed glued onto your figure as you lowered yourself into the warm water. Your thighs straddled him as his hands found your waist. Your pretty painted lips brushed against his. "Let me apologize to my dear husband, the way he likes it."
Mikey lets out a soft sigh as you pull your thin panties to the side and let him sink deep into your cunt.
"I forgive you. Just this once."
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Your body is naked and marked under the covers. Mikey's head rests on your stomach as he finally falls asleep. His hands hold you in place in a possessive manner. But that doesn't bother you anymore.
It's the sobs of the man you killed earlier keeping you away. No, it's not him.. It's another man you killed last week. He sits at the corner of the room-- his head half blown off as he screams at you. He calls you evil and a whore.
He's only half wrong..
The walls move closer to the bed as his screaming grows louder. Another man sits by the bed, sobbing. The air feels thick as what feels like a million hands squeeze your throat. You can't fucking breathe in this damn room!
Somehow you manage to get out of Mikey's grip. You hold your breath as you creep into the closet. You don't even bother to look at the clothes you're throwing onto your body. As long as it covers you from wandering eyes...
Sanzu is passed out on the chair outside your door. You try to be extra quiet, he was usually a light sleeper-- ready to be at service whenever Mikey called for him.
He doesn't move a muscle as you sneak past him. You were honestly a little jealous of Sanzu. How you wished you could sleep soundly after killing so many in Manjiro's name. But you haven't found one drug or drink that could make the memories completely disappear.
A drive will help a bit settle the nerves.. It used to help when you were younger. A boy with yellow hair driving you around the city on his bike. Pretty blue eyes-- You shake your head of the past. The past was over and gone.
You find yourself driving towards a hotel. Your brain clouded... The bag you had with you clanked and rattled as you checked yourself in with one of the many names you used. Stolen credit cards would make Mikey's search for you a bit difficult when he finally noticed you were gone. Hopefully it was enough time.
You paid good money for privacy. Which is why not one noise complaint was answered as you trashed the room. Music lasted through large speakers as you downed a bottle of whiskey. Your nose is slightly bleeding from your attempt to overdose. You really really need to quit this shit.
Hopefully by tonight it won't be a problem anymore...
Your mind played old memories over and over again. Like a movie right in front of your eyes. Your crew, the Mizo middle.. That boy you gave your heart to and everything else, your friends.. Oh Emma.. pretty,pretty Emma.
Tears rolled down your cheeks while you lit up your last cigarette. The balcony looked over the entire city, the lights sparkling like glitter. It was beautiful.. You wanted to be a part of that beauty.
With wobbling legs you climbed over the railing. There was a reason you booked the top room.. The wind is so cold that it feels like tiny needles poking at your skin. Your grip on the railings tightened but it stung as if the metal was a glowing red--
You take a breath and jump...
Only--- The wind doesn't cut through your ears. The sidewalk doesn't rush at you.
Something heavy wraps around your middle. At first you think they are Mikey's arms, probably Sanzu.... Until you hear familiar sniffling.
"Takemichi?"
Long gone was the boy with yellow hair. He was replaced with a full grown man with raven black hair. But he still had those beautiful blue eyes that had you drowning in love.
"I got you. I won't let you go."
He doesn't. He holds you tightly, as if you'd float away. Even after he helps you back over the railing his hold doesn't ease up.
"How did you find me? How are you here?"
He doesn't answer right away. In his mind he imagines his body absorbing all the bad in your body. This is his fault, he introduced you to Mikey. He let Mikey have you when you only wanted him to have your heart. He tossed it to Mikey like it burned him. You just didn't know he saw himself as too much of a weakling to protect you..
"I already told you when we were kids. I'd always find you and protect you."
More tears spilled at the memory. Back to grade school when you'd get bullied for hanging around only boys. Rumors of them passing you around like a sex doll... Takemichi stood up to your bullies and got beaten up for you that day. But after you cleaned him up, he promised to never let anyone hurt you.. You were his heart.
You were a married woman. But your heart? Your heart had always been his.
Before you knew it, like a magnet. Your lips met.. Soft and sweet quickly turned into need and want.
Clothes torn from bodies and hands on curves. A nasty mating press with your knees up to your ears.
Takemichi whined against your lips as you raise your hips to meet his sloppy thrust. His knuckles white as he fisted the sheets while your nails dug into the skin of his back. Red and bleeding scratches while he shifted his hips just right to make you see stars.
The boy man you always loved looked so precious above you. Eyes lidded and sparkling, like you were everything to him. His huffs and needy whines had you clenching around his cock. A dark red blush spread across his cheeks and ears.
You brought him in for another kiss, only to lock your legs around him and roll.
His cute little gasp had you giggling against his neck as you sunk onto his length. His grip on your hips helped you bounce and grind against what was always yours.
Takemichi sat up to hold your body flush against his. He didn't want you to go, to run, to disappear again. He'd save you.. he'd save you.
Your head faced the heavens as you reached your high. Takemichi thrusted up to reach his own as you both called out one another's names and cursed under your breath. His white hot release fills you up as you lock lips once again.
He knew once he fell asleep you'd run again. You'd run back to the hideout that no one knew about. Only those of Bonten could find it..
So for now? He'll hold you tight, for as long as he can.
After being spammed with tags and seeing so many other users getting spammed, I'm done. This issue needs to be addressed.
I've seen people actually reposting these "Gazavetters fundraising posts," and I've been tagged and even harassed in my DMs by a few, and I just want everyone to know that these are not legit accounts. These are bots trying to scam you.
They operate by mass-tagging massive amounts of people each day, spamming the same comments thousands of times. Sometimes, they do this under posts belonging to other bots. Other times, they do this underneath the comments of actual user accounts that are dead and are no longer being maintained. Sometimes, they even just do it to posts belonging to actual active accounts too, which is...like what the heck??!!!
I scrolled through one for about an hour. It claimed to be a mother of two children. Then four. Then two again. It was extremely sketchy, and the story was inconsistent. (...Almost as if written by a bot...huh.) It also used a WhatsApp screenshot of a conversation with a supposed surgeon (both having the same English writing style).
Gazavetters is not a legit source either. First of all, even if it were, it claims that it prohibits the accounts from tagging, harassing, and seeking assistance under other people's posts, as well as mentioning closed accounts. These are things that "vetted" accounts seem to get away with doing anyway, and on a mass scale. But, no, I dug into it, and this is not a legitimate source whatsoever.
It is likely that most of these bots are being operated by one person. Or, at the very least, there are many people who all own many of these bots. I've seen some people speculate that Gazavetters owns these bots and that "verified" accounts belong to its owner. It would make sense, considering they all seem to have the exact same writing style. The likelihood of this many people even having phones and cell service in these areas is pretty low as well (due to just how expensive and unreliable it is to get service there right now).
I've seen people ask how to stop getting tagged, and I have no answer. Blocking doesn't work due to just how many bots there are. It's impossible to block them all. Whenever they get banned, I've noticed they make more accounts. It's up to Tumblr to manage the spam. I do know they make a ton of money with these scams, thanks to people giving in. I've clicked on the links, checked the accounts, etc. I'm amazed at how many people fall for it, considering I click the account and can see the inhuman amount of reblogs of the same post that would be impossible for a human to do.
Reporting them to Tumblr doesn't seem to do much because when their accounts do get deleted, they pop right back up. Not to mention, there are just so many.
I also had one DM me, and it spammed the DMs. Judging by how often I was messaged, it was a bot programmed to message every 3.5 hours exactly. It was borderline just, like, really aggressive and disrespectful?? It was clearly designed to start off tugging on your heartstrings, but then guilt-trip the hell out of you if you didn't reply. I got pissed and trolled it lol.
(Gonna add a Gaza tag to see if I get spammed by bots, either here in the comments, in my ask box, or in my DMs to see if I can gauge their algorithm)
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The cleaners have their own Jabber, in a way.. Crazy, not a masochist, but a sadist.. Oh the horror! And Enjin is head over heels for her. But she'd rather live life and have fun doing it.
*Just messing around with Ideas for my Y/n's or readers before I start writing stuff for Gachiakuta. This is just a short random thought..
(Yep. Assassin's Creed fan here. Shut up. Leave me alone. 😭)
You had caught Rudo looking at you. He didn't mean to stare.. Really. He and Enjin had tried to visit August so he could help repair a tear in his gloves.
But they had accidentally walked in on him measuring a woman he hasn't met yet. But he kind of already knew you?
Enjin claimed he didn't like clingy women.. But he sort of sounded like one sometimes.
"Aww. Who's this? Does he talk?"
He did! But he was just mesmerized at the woman Enjin would never stop talking about. He thought you were just a part of his imagination or something like that. It was obvious Enjin wasn't right in the head. He could have just made you up.
But here you were.. Right in front of him. Head tilted and eyes observing him.
"Oh I see.. You found a new baby! He's just adorable!"
Rudos cheeks bloomed into a dark shade of pink as you squeezed them. A pretty lady called him adorable?! Man.. He felt dizzy.
Enjin ruffled his hair. "Yeah! Found Rudo here all by myself. Have you been caught up?-- Let me take you out to dinner--"
You cut him off when you saw Rudo staring at your wrist. "You like my Jinki?"
He was curious but.. He looked off to the side. "Enjin says I'm not supposed to ask.."
You made a face that made Enjin's back stiffen. "Did he.. That's pretty rude."
Shit.. That damn look in your eye. But it didn't stay on him long.
You smiled as you looked at Rudo. "Ask away if you want." You held out both your wrist. "Take a look sweetheart."
He did.. At first he thought you had on some sort of edgy cast maybe? Wrists covers? But the closer he looked, he could see they were black leather gauntlets. Decorated with rose gold studs and rings. They looked nice! Not as nice as his gloves but..
"What can you do? What do they do?"
You raised a brow and smiled. "Back up a little bit."
He did-- a gasp left his mouth as a silver blade suddenly threatened to stab through his eye. If he exhaled too hard, he'd be blinded!
Why were you laughing?! You nearly took his right eyeball out!
"Wanna see what my babies do?"
He didn't get a chance to answer. He only blinked and you were in front of Enjin. His body was stiff while your chest was against him, hands splayed out on his stomach, while your chin laid in the middle of his chest as you smiled up at him. "Hi Enjin. Did you miss me?"
Rudo was about to laugh. Enjin was frozen and tongue tied?! But then his eyes slowly rolled back till he could only see the whites of them..
"Wait.." that's when Rudo noticed your right blade was digging into the underside of Enjin's chest. "What the hell are you doing?! Enjin--"
"Shhh. He's alright.." You said that in some sort of sick and playful way as you rubbed the tip of your nose against Enjin's chin.
Like fuck he was alright!! His head rolled back and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His skin started to turn a deep purple and his veins black. Tears were building up in his waterline as his body cracked and twitched.
You were smiling and laughing like it was the funniest thing. You started kissing his jaw in soft little pecks.
Poor flustered Rudo didn't know what to do. Look away? Push you off of Enjin?-- He was already chewed out for punching a girl..
A little sigh left your mouth. "That's enough.. I guess. Can't take it all the way. Especially in front of an innocent boy.."
Huh?
You yanked your blade out. "Just the tip baby. I'll give you the rest if you're a good boy today." Your left blade shot out and stuck itself into Enjin's skin. The same way as the right one did before. In the underside of his chest..
The purple color drained, his now normal colored veins sunk back into his skin, Enjin's head dropped forward as you back away. His body went a little limp but he quickly caught himself and shot out his hand to steady himself on the wall while he let out a wheezed breath.
Your blades made a scary *clink* while they returned to their hiding spot under your leather gauntlets.
Rudo was next to you. His fist ready and his cute little face in an angry scowl. "What's your problem lady! Wha-- Why are you laughing at me?!"
You nodded towards Enjin. "Oh, calm down. I told you he'd be alright."
He wasn't! You stabbed him! Twice!-- Wait..
Enjin held his chest while he caught his breath. "I said give me a warning next time! You know I hate surprises!"
You just giggled and shrugged. "What's the fun in life without surprises?"
Enjin rolled his eyes and patted his chest. "Peace for my damn heart. Fuck!-- You owe me a date."
You snorted and shook your head. "Uh-huh.. no." You looked over your shoulder. "August! Come find me when you're done fixing my face.."
"GOTTCHA PRRETTY LADY!"
Wait? August was watching this whole time? Since when could he be that quiet?!
You walked out with a little wave and a kiss blown to Enjin. Who was still holding his chest and leaning against the wall.
Rudo watched your crazy ass leave. On high alert in case you tried to do something funny. And when you rounded the corner--
He was in front of Enjin.. Where did everything go? There was no blood, no wounds, not even a tear in his shirt..
Enjin brought out a cigarette and lit it with shaking hands. He took a long drag and leaned his head back. His eyes closed and he sighed. "I love that woman. So damn much.."
My boy! My baby!! 😍 She brought him to life for me! Wyatt Zacharias is an OC from my fic (They're Devils) [PorcoxF.ReaderxOc] Y/ns protector and Porco's annoyance He provides the comical relief and likes to get on everyone's nervs. 🥹🩷
