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I just imagined Miles saying “that man, he’s a man of complex simplicity, the mere sight of him fills my heart with the joy of a nine-year old playing with a best friend, his smile, it makes the coldest winter a warm summer. When he laughs the sound hugs my ears in a way common music cant. The way he never lets negative...feelings get in the way of truth and justice... he is truly a man whose lead i would gladly follow. I love him, more that i have ever loved anyone else. Phoenix Wright. The man im making my husband.”
I may have only finished one six of crows fic ever but kaz is so fun to write. he's a little like kaeya but straight up unabashedly a little fucking bastard and I love it
Teppanyaki. She liked that, didn’t she? He had said she would enjoy it.
It had been one month since the news broke about the Incident in Manhattan. Public opinion of powered people was at the forefront of the news, but Kilgrave promised her that he valued her greatly- she was a thing of beauty, his jewel. Jessica did not care what others thought of her, but when he said it, somehow it made her feel important. Recognized.
It had been five months since Kilgrave met her on the street as she was saving a young man from the attacking thugs- a part of Jessica wondered if that man was alright now. It had been four months since Jessica realized that whatever power Kilgrave possessed, she was completely in his thrall.
It all felt very fake, as if Jessica could find the right thing to say or button to press and shatter the illusion of her world. She was living in a state of sleep paralysis- awake, unable to move for herself, with the demon sitting at the foot of the bed, a weight crushing her chest. Her fingers hummed with the crackle-pop of paresthesia every moment of every hour. Jessica Jones was sleeping wide awake.
A pulse of heat across her face jarred her thoughts and her vision returned to focus on the restaurant- Kilgrave sat to her right. In front of them was a large, flat grill top. It had just been turned on, hence the warmth that pressed against her. A chef stood, waiting for instruction. Whether that was his job or Kilgrave’s doing, Jessica couldn’t tell yet. Two pairs of eyes were on her.
“I’m sorry,” she admitted demurely. “I didn’t hear the question. What were you saying?”
my dad interrupting my sleep AGAIN im gonna kill someone
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who gave this angel a gun????
someone with very poor judgement
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