#i am going through and seeing a bunch of asks that got buried in my inbox so

[aerequets]

The desi lyric on your latest comic caught me by surprise!!! Literally going feral about that comic + lyric

HAHAHA apparently a lot of people were surprised by that but yes, i am pakistani 😌

[rafessecret]

Older rafe and younger y/n

Y/n locking her legs around him making him cum inside of her

⋆˚࿔ younger¡ reader && older¡rafe cameron

CUM IN ME RAFE.

You’re younger, but not a kid. Just fresh—soft in all the ways Rafe isn’t. You’ve got that glowy, untouched look about you. Big eyes, glossy lips, thighs kissed with baby oil and sunshine. You still giggle when you talk. Still blush when he says something dirty. Still wear those little skirts that barely graze your thighs and shirts so small they rise when you reach for anything. You look like sin and feel like heaven, and Rafe’s a man who’s spent too long pretending he doesn’t notice.

But tonight? He’s not pretending.

You’re in your bed, tangled in cotton sheets and innocence, and Rafe’s over you, heavy, hot, thick cock buried deep in your slick, needy cunt. His shirt is still on, bunched at the elbows, sleeves damp with sweat. You’re naked but for the bracelet he bought you last week. Pink crystals. Baby charm.

He knows better.

He shouldn’t be here. Not inside you. Not with your legs hooked high around his waist, back arching up like your body was made to take him. You’re sweet, soft, and still new to all this. And Rafe? He’s seen too much. Touched too much. He’s a man with lines carved deep in his skin and darker ones in his past.

But God, you make it so easy.

You whimper beneath him, glossy lips parted, head tilted back as you tighten your legs around his hips—ankles locking behind him like you’re afraid he’ll leave. Like you need him to stay. Like the thought of being empty again terrifies you.

Rafe groans, hips stuttering, cock thick and aching deep in your soaked, fluttering cunt. Your pussy clamps around him like a vice, greedy and throbbing, all slick heat and pulsing desperation. ❝Don’t,❞ he breathes, voice frayed and breaking apart. ❝Baby, I’m close. I have to—fuck—I have to pull out.❞

You shake your head, shameless, drunk on it. ❝Don’t want you to.❞ You’re barely even whispering. ❝Want it. Want you to cum inside.❞ He stares down at you like you’ve cursed him. Like you’ve just ripped open his chest and crawled inside. His brows are pinched tight. His thrusts go shallow. His jaw clenches like it’s the only thing keeping him together.

❝What?❞ he growls. ❝Please, Rafe. I want it. Want to feel it.❞ Your fingers press into his back; your lips brush his throat. Your voice is syrup-sweet and ruined. He curses again, jaw ticking, breathing ragged. ❝Are you on the pill? Fuck, tell me you’re on the fucking pill.❞ You nod. Slowly. ❝Mhm. I am.❞

But he sees it—the way your lips twitch, the breath you skip, the way your cunt clenches even tighter around him, like it’s lying too. Like it wants it more than anything. ❝You sure?❞ he asks, panting. His eyes dark, fixed to yours. ❝Because if I stay in you, if I fucking cum in this tight little pussy—you’re mine. Do you understand me? Mine.❞ You nod again, breath catching. ❝I already am.❞

And that’s it. That’s the thing that rips the last bit of restraint from his body. He fucks forward hard—deep—his cock dragging against every slick, clenching inch inside you, splitting you open, filling you so full you swear you feel it in your belly. He ruts against your cervix, and you gasp, head thrown back, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from how good it feels.

❝Fuck, baby,❞ he groans, nose brushing yours, his voice breaking. ❝You feel that stretch? That’s me, sweetheart. That’s my cock pushing so deep it’s showing through your tummy.❞ And you do—you can feel it. One of his big hands slides between your bodies, pressing to your lower stomach where you’re bulging just slightly. He curses low. You moan higher.

❝You’re so fucking tight, baby. Fuck—your pussy’s fluttering.❞ His eyes roll as he ruts into you deeper, harder, more desperate now. ❝Like it’s milking me. Like it fucking needs it.❞ You whine, high and broken. ❝It does. I do. Rafe—please.❞

It’s all so wet. The sounds are obscene. Skin slapping. Your whimpers. His grunts. The sloppy squelch every time he drags it out of you just to slam right back in. You’re gasping now, clinging to him, legs shaking as that heat coils tighter, hotter, meaner. ❝Come inside,❞ you cry, your voice cracking. ❝Please, Rafe. I want to feel it. Want to feel you fill me up.❞ He breaks.

He shouts your name, hips stuttering as he bottoms out, cock twitching, and then he’s flooding you—thick, hot, endless. You feel it spill deep, feel it leak out around the base of his cock even as he keeps grinding into you, milking every last drop. It’s too much. You shatter with him, orgasm crashing over you as your cunt squeezes him impossibly tight.

Your back arches. Your body trembles. You sob his name, nails dragging down his shoulders, mouth open in a silent scream. He holds you there through it all, buried deep, whispering filth against your cheek. When it’s over, you’re both wrecked. Panting. Slick with sweat, cum and heat. Rafe slumps over you, arms trembling, breath shaky as he presses kisses to your cheek, your jaw, and your swollen lips. ❝Fuck, baby… fuck. Look at you.❞

He pulls out slowly, and you both hiss at the mess. His cum drips out of your swollen, red pussy, thick and shiny, painting your thighs, the sheets, everything. You look ruined. Precious. Marked. He groans again. ❝You know what you just did?❞ he asks, brushing your hair back. ❝You just made me yours. Forever.❞

And you smile up at him—eyes soft, lashes fluttering, still trembling—with your legs wide open and his cum leaking out of you like you’ve never been more proud. And when he finally lifts his head, when his eyes meet yours, there’s something dark there. ❝You lied, didn’t you?❞ You blink, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He smirks. Leans in, mouth brushing your neck. ❝Doesn’t matter. You’re mine now anyway.❞

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : thanks anon! not sure if this was meant for a specific au, but oh well, hope you like it! <3

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle

©RAFESSECRET ⋆˚࿔ est. 2025

[yungistiny]

flannel

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend goes absolutely crazy seeing you in his favorite flannel shirt

warning: dom yunho, sub reader, possessive yunho, size kink, slight bondage, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, edging, over stimulation, yunho has a filthy mouth

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 2k

note: this was requested by @ecriggs1990

masterlist

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The morning light barely peeked through the curtains when you padded into the kitchen, sore in all the best ways, yawning and tugging down the sleeves of a flannel that was very obviously not yours. You were swimming in it, drowning in his scent, and the way the hem brushed the tops of your thighs made you shiver in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with the chill in the air.

Yunho’s flannel.

You could still feel the ghosts of his hands on your hips, the ache in your thighs from the night before, the way he’d groaned when he buried himself in you like he’d waited years for it. So yeah, wearing his shirt while munching on toast felt just the right amount of filthy.

You were mid chew when you heard the low rasp of his voice from behind.

“Baby.”

That voice. Still heavy from sleep. Still ruined from growling into your ear while he was rearranging your insides.

You turned, cheeks puffed slightly from your bite of toast, and that’s when you saw it, his eyes dark, jaw clenched, and something absolutely dangerous lurking behind his sleepy gaze.

“You really thought I was gonna let you walk around like that?” He asked, voice dropping low, already moving toward you like a storm.

You swallowed hard.

“It’s just your shirt.”

“Exactly,” He muttered, taking the plate out of your hand and tossing it onto the counter. “My shirt. On you. With nothing under it.”

His hands were on you in a flash, one gripping your hip and the other dragging slowly up your thigh, under the hem of the flannel, finding bare skin and making a noise that sounded like a prayer and a curse all in one.

“Fuck, you’re killing me.”

You opened your mouth to tease him, but the words didn’t make it past your lips because he was already lifting you, strong hands under your thighs, lips crashing into yours as he walked you right back into the bedroom like a man possessed.

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” You whispered against his mouth.

“Oh, I’m having it right now.”

He tossed you on the bed with one smooth motion, crawling up between your legs as the shirt rode high around your waist. He groaned like he was in pain seeing the way you sprawled beneath him in nothing but his shirt, already breathless, already needy.

He didn’t even bother taking it off you. Didn’t have to.

Just shoved it up until it bunched around your ribs, exposing the curve of your waist, the swell of your chest. His hand wrapped around your thigh, dragging you closer until your legs were hooked over his shoulders and he was staring at you like you were his favorite meal.

“Yunho…”

“Shut up,” He growled, voice shaking with how badly he wanted you. “Shut up and let me eat.”

And he did.

God, he did. Tongue slow, deliberate, cruel. Hands holding your hips still as your back arched and your moans got louder, needier, until you were clawing at the sheets and begging, “Please… please, Yunho, I can’t” Knowing well enough it’s all you wanted but you liked feeding your boyfriend’s size kink.

“Yes, you can,” He said, lips slick, eyes wild. “You took all of me last night, baby. Thought you liked how big I am.”

You whimpered, legs trembling.

“Gonna make you come like this,” He murmured, kissing up your thigh. “And then I’m going to fuck you in this damn shirt again, because seeing you like this? Makes me want to wreck you all over again.”

You couldn’t even answer.

Didn’t need to.

Because the next time he kissed you, it was from above his chest pressing to yours, still fully clothed while the flannel stayed bunched between your bodies. He sank into you slowly, making you feel every thick, heavy inch until you were gasping, clutching him like he might disappear.

“You like that?” He whispered, nose brushing yours, hips grinding deep.

You nodded, biting back a moan.

“Say it.”

“I love your shirt,” You whimpered, teasing.

His eyes flashed.

“No,” He grunted, thrusting up so deep your toes curled. “Say what you really mean.”

You moaned, louder now, desperate and unashamed. “You’re so big, Yunho… fuck… I love how you stretch me out”

That did it.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours as he started moving harder, faster, wrecking you just like he promised. And all you could think, over the gasps and the praises and the sound of skin against skin, was that next time, you were wearing nothing but his flannel to bed.

Because nothing made him hungrier than you in his clothes.

And you? You were starving for it.

Your moans had barely started to quiet, your chest heaving beneath the flannel bunched between your bodies, when Yunho pulled back, just enough to make you whimper at the loss.

But then his hand was on your waist, his voice low and rough right against your ear.

“Turn over.”

You barely had time to register it before he was flipping you with a firm grip, face down, ass up, gasping at how effortlessly he manhandled your body like you weighed nothing. The flannel shifted with you, sliding slightly off one shoulder as you scrambled to your knees on the mattress, legs trembling from how hard he had already taken you.

“Look at this view,” He muttered, voice wrecked, one hand dragging slowly up the back of your thigh, to your hip, squeezing possessively. “Still wearing my damn shirt. You’ve got no idea what that does to me.”

You felt the weight of the bed dip behind you as he knelt, his body heat right against your back. One large hand gripped your hip, the other sliding up, not to your waist, not to your shoulder, but curling around the back of the flannel still hanging off you like sin.

And then he yanked.

The front buttons gave out with a violent little, pop pop pop, scattering like warning shots across the sheets. You gasped as cool air rushed against your exposed skin, but it didn’t last long, not with Yunho’s chest flush against your back and his grip fisting the fabric behind your shoulders like he owned you.

Because he did.

“Still mine,” He growled.

And then he was inside you again.

Deep. Devastating. The stretch somehow even more intense from this angle as he buried himself to the hilt, one hand holding your hip in place, the other gripping the damn shirt like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity.

Your mouth dropped open, but nothing came out, just choked gasps as he started to move, hips snapping forward, filling you again and again with brutal, punishing thrusts. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, wet and slick and shameless.

“Yunho… fuck…” You tried, but your voice cracked, barely coherent.

“You hear that?” He panted behind you, voice dark with hunger. “That’s you, baby. That’s your pussy sucking me in like it never wants to let go.”

The filth that poured out of him, so different from the sweet, soft boyfriend that carried your bag and kissed your forehead, lit you up from the inside.

And that grip? On the shirt?

It never let go.

Not even as your arms gave out, collapsing onto the mattress while he kept thrusting into you from behind like a man starved, like you were the last meal he’d ever get. He leaned forward, pressing down against your back, his body blanketing yours, his hand still tangled in the shirt where it hung uselessly from your arms.

“You look so fucking good in this,” He growled into your ear. “But you look better like this. Ruined. Crying for me. Wearing nothing but my name.”

That was it. That pushed you right to the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a storm, your entire body shaking, mouth open in a silent scream as you clenched around him, dragging a raw groan from his throat as he thrust through it.

“Gonna fill you up,” He hissed. “Stretch you out and stay there. You want that, baby? Want me to fuck my cum so deep inside you, it doesn’t matter what you wear? Everyone’ll smell you’re mine.”

You could barely nod, tears slipping down your cheeks, your body trembling as he was so close to his own release.

You could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered, the way he buried himself to the hilt and ground his hips against yours like he wanted to live inside you. His grip on your hip was bruising, the other still clutching the back of his flannel like it was a lifeline.

But just when you thought he’d fall apart, right there, buried inside you, panting your name like a prayer, he pulled out.

You whimpered, hips pushing back automatically, needy and wrecked and desperate for more, but all you heard was the soft sound of him breathing heavy behind you.

A soft rustle. Fabric sliding. The shirt, his shirt, being peeled off your body.

“What…”

“Shh,” He muttered, voice rough, almost trembling with restraint. “You wanna wear my shirt like a little tease? Then I’m gonna use it.”

Before you could question it, your wrists were tugged gently behind your back, crossed, and then wrapped tight in that ruined flannel. The sleeves bound them together, soft but snug, knotted with care and practiced ease. You gasped, cheek pressing to the sheets, body arching involuntarily from the thrill of it.

“You trust me?” Yunho asked, voice quieter now, closer to your ear.

You nodded. “Always.”

“Good,” He breathed, and then, he was sliding back inside you.

It was slow this time. Cruel. His dick nudged deep, stretching you out all over again, dragging a moan from your lips. But before you could lose yourself in it, he stopped.

And then you felt it, his fingers. Two thick, slick fingers slipping inside you along with him, the double sensation making your whole body seize up. You moaned brokenly, fingers twitching in their binds, but he only chuckled low and kept going.

Thrusting in slow, deliberate strokes. Letting his fingers curl just right. Drawing you so close to the edge you were practically shaking.

“God, you’re so full,” He groaned. “You feel that? My dick and my fingers inside you, baby? You gonna come like this? Huh?”

“Yes,” You sobbed. “Yunho, please…. please don’t stop!”

And he did.

You cried out at the loss, frustration bubbling up as he pulled his fingers out and thrust all the way in, grinding against you but not giving you what you needed.

“Oh no,” He whispered, teasing. “Not yet. I wanna see you fall apart. Wanna feel you break for me.”

Then he was thrusting again, deeper, harder, grinding his dick against every spot inside you that made your body tremble, but now it was different. You were bound, exposed, trembling. And he was losing control.

He reached up, grabbed your tied wrists, used them to anchor you back onto him, pulling you into each thrust like he was chasing something wild and feral.

“You gonna come now?” He panted. “Gonna soak me, sweetheart?”

Your body answered for you. You came with a shout, messy and full body, clenching so hard around him that he cursed, deep, low, desperate and finally gave in.

He slammed into you once, twice, and then came with a sound like a growl, pouring into you, not letting go. His hips kept moving even as he came, small thrusts that fucked his release even deeper, dragging out every last drop.

He stayed buried inside you, breathing hard, palms gripping your hips, and when you finally slumped forward with a whimper, wrists still tied in his ruined flannel, you barely managed to whisper, “I should wear your shirts more often.”

Yunho pulled out with a soft, wet sound, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of you. His fingers dipped between your thighs again, pushing it back in before he flopped onto the bed beside you, utterly wrecked.

He looked at the flannel. Then back at you. Then pouted, actually pouted.

“That was my favorite one.”

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[moonstruckme]

I saw your post about wanting James to give you a hug so good it breaks your ribs could I request a lil post with that LMAO like the reader just wanting like pressure and weight and for James to hug her and everyone’s all like ??? No? Either poly marauders or just James either is fun

Thanks babe!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 676 words

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” James' words are smushed against your neck, funny little kisses. He’s rubbing between your shoulder blades, unwavering in his sympathy ever since you’d told him you were having an off day, even though you’ve got no good reason for it. Your day had been fine, no noteworthy episodes, yet you’d felt oddly downtrodden through all of it. You’d come home exhausted and unable to explain yourself; James is taking it in stride. “Anything I can do?” 

“Could you hug me?” you mumble, squeezing tightly where you’ve got your arms wound beneath his, hands touching at his mid-back. 

His hand doesn’t falter, but you can hear the question in his tone. “I am hugging you, lovebug.” 

“Hug me tight,” you clarify. “It’s hard to explain, but I just want…pressure, right now.”

He makes a soft, bemused sound of assent. You move more fully into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips to get as close as you can as James wraps his big arms around you more securely. He pulls you tightly against him, but you can feel the lack of strain in his biceps. 

“Tighter,” you plead, pushing your face into his shoulder. “Break a few ribs if you gotta.” 

A laugh rumbles through him, loosening his grip. “What?” he asks, voice lightened by amusement. “I’m not gonna crush you.” 

“But you can.” You lift your head from the juncture of his neck, pouting at him. “You’re so strong, Jamie, just like, give me a solid squeeze. Please? I know you can do it.” 

“Flattery’s not going to work,” he chides teasingly, palm pushing into your back with some pressure but not enough. “There’s gotta be a way for me to help make you feel better that doesn’t involve squishing the life out of you.” 

“If you’re not up to the task, I’ll go to the zoo and find an anaconda,” you mutter into the material of his shirt. 

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing. Can you just try and give me one good squeeze, Jamie, pretty please?” You look up at him beseechingly, completely abusing the Bambi look you know melts him like ice cream in the sun. “I promise not to complain if I have to go to A&E afterwards.” 

You see the look working, James’ eyebrows bunching for a second before his expression eases into acquiescence. “Fine,” he says quietly, kissing the top of your head. “Just one more, and then we do something else. And I refuse to cause any injuries, so you have to tell me if it hurts, okay?”

You agree readily, cozying up to his front. You can feel the squeeze of his biceps against your arms this time, pressing in on your ribs as you hug him back. The solidity of him is nice, aching in a pleasant way, and you imagine all the heaviness of your day being squished right out of you as you bury your face in his neck. 

It ends too soon, but you’re satisfied. “Thank you,” you say, leaning back to smile at your boyfriend as your hand moves to his brawny shoulder, giving it an appreciative squeeze. “I feel a lot better.”

“Well, I feel properly used,” he grumbles, but his faux rancor is inlaid with fondness. 

“Used for the greater good,” you try, and it takes him all of a second to capitulate to your grin, planting a kiss under your eye. 

“Sure, sure. Anything for my girl, huh?” He slides a big palm to your hip, kneading lovingly at the fat there. “I better not catch you sneaking into the anaconda enclosure anytime soon, though.” 

“What, and cheat on you with a snake?” You shoot him your most angelic look. “They’ve got nothing on you, baby.” 

He shrugs, mouth pulling to one side consideringly. “Probably right. Those pricks don’t spend nearly as much time at the gym, yeah? Gotta be getting rusty.” 

You give him a quick kiss, laughing when he uses the hand still on your back to hold you in place for more. “My thoughts exactly.”

[sometimes-prompts]

105 RP Starter quotes from The Locked Tomb!

"Life is too short and love is too long."

"Go loud."

"What an entirely haunted time to be alive."

"Love and freedom don’t coexist."

"Well, I tried, and therefore no one should criticize me."

"The truth is, we're all just a bunch of weirdos trying to figure out how to exist in this bizarre universe."

"Strike me down. You’ve won."

 "I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand."

"You are my only friend. I am undone without you."

“Death first to vultures and scavengers.”

"It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away."

"What can I say? I love a little gall on gall."

"Things are, frankly, going to be antonyms of fine."

"If you do not find yourself a galaxy, it is not so bad to find yourself a star."

 “You got the face of a rat and the body of a dead person.”

"Ghosts and You Die is my middle name!”

“Anyone can learn to fight. Hardly anyone learns to think.”

“You skull faced fruitcake.”

“I might lie down and see if this fixes itself.”

“Once you’ve stepped in, you’re in. This isn’t Hokey Pokey.”

“There’s no skeleton like the home skeleton, you know? I have so many happy memories there.”

“We do bones motherfucker!”

“Genuinely sad, bordering on very funny.”

“Life’s a bitch.”

“Cows watch sunsets.”

“Cows exhibit mourning behaviors for other cows.”

“Cows have best friends and complex social relationships.”

“This is a cult.”

“Chickenshits don’t get beer.”

"NOW isn't the TIME! You DUMB, HILARIOUS BITCH!"

"When I am in heaven I will remember your mouth, and when you roast down in hell I think you will remember mine."

"Stop wearing that pillowcase any time you like.."

"Why, your fist is so big and my asshole is so tiny."

"All I ever wanted you to do was eat me!"

"I can’t keep my promise, because the entire point of me is you."

“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it.”

“We were children – playing in the reflections of stars in a pool of water... Thinking it was space.”

“I am sick of roses, and I am horny for revenge.”

“I’m boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a sword hand.”

“I ate peanuts, discreetly, the once.”

"The cold death to anyone who looks at me in pity; the heat death to anyone who looks to me in amusement; the quick death to anyone who looks at me in fear."

“Your heart is a party for five thousand nails."

“Someday I’ll die and get buried in the ground and you can take it up with me then."

"Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave."

"We knew that was the only hope we ever had–that we would live to see it through."

"Oh, we’ll still hate each other, my dear, we have hated each other too long and too passionately to stop."

"My bones will rest easy next to your bones."

“Why was I born so attractive?”

“Then we’re all dead, [name], but let’s bring hell first!"

“You were so afraid anyone might touch you. You had always been afraid of anyone touching you, and had not known your longing flinch was so obvious to those who tried it.”

"You hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I’d had your full attention."

“I didn’t think this was the time for dirty talk, but I can roll with it-”

“We had something very nearly perfect... the perfect friendship, the perfect love. I cannot imagine reaching the end of this life and having any regrets, so long as I had been allowed to experience being your[s].”

"That’s not a defence force, that’s a cop and six different kinds of nerd."

“Please elaborate opened up, because my imagination is better than your description and I am not having a lot of fun here.”

“I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent.”

“I came prepared, my sweet.”

“What are you even saying half the time –.”

“Alas. I have a bad personality and a stupefying deficit of attention.”

“See, I did make a utopia.”

"Then perish."

“Oh, this is boring, I wanted one with a skull puking another, smaller skull, and other skulls flying all around. But tasteful, you know?”

“Why are you not appeased? That is how meat loves meat.”

“Yes, well, jail for Mother.”

“I’d aim to get out of here alive, but our odds don’t look wonderful. If we stay put, we get squashed, or eaten. If we swim, we probably still get squashed or eaten.”

“I need you to hide my infirmity. You see, I am insane.”

“I have lots of fealty in me. I fealt the Emperor with every bone in my body. I fealt hard.”

“Ask me how I am and I’ll scream.”

“I see you calling my bluff and I resent it,”

"Don’t give yourself away. Do you know, it’s not worth it... none of this is worth it, at all."

"Remember this, and don’t let anyone do it to you ever again."

"I’m sorry. We take so much. I’m so sorry."

“If you want to wallow in your shockingly vast reserves of self-pity, cut your throat and save me the food bill.”

“As I’ve been told tiresomely often, a half-cocked version of something is significantly worse than not being cocked at all.”

"Your tolerance for man-eating magma fish would have been tested sorely by anyone who was not God."

"But nobody listened to us. Nobody investigated the things we told them to investigate."

"I gave you my whole life and you didn't even want it!"

"Suffer and learn."

"It was good. We were happy."

“If I forget you, let my right hand be forgotten.”

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep the home fires burning.”

"I know you're there" he rasped. "Kill me all you like. I would know you in the blindness of my eyes... in the deafness of my ears..."

"I just want to know the truth... after all this time."

“You have rendered yourself unlovable.”

"I am nothing, I am pointless, I am unmanned."

"I will accept your chidings gratefully. I will watch you slay whomsoever you feel the need to slay, and I will sponge the blood from your brow … but when I lay me down to sleep, I am a fully grown man who is allowed to feel precisely what I want, about anything I want."

"I am sorry for everything … I am sorry for what they did …"

" I was weak because weakness is easy, and because rebuff is hard."

"I should have offered help."

"I merely want to put you in a jail, and fill up the jail with acid-"

"Staaahp being so fucking dramahhhtic!"

“You’ve got two short minutes before I punch you in right in the butthole.”

"Follow me. We haven’t got much time"

“Delicious num-nums for baby.”

"I have bested my father."

"Did you see me? Did you behold me, [name]?"

"Thank God I had a pencil in my pocket; I’m in the process of crafting the sequel on a section of wallpaper."

"I’ve felt heaps better since I got here. I’ve coughed a few times, but it’s mainly for show."

"Which is, coincidentally, what your mother said to me last night."

"You know it was killing me twice that you weren’t there, right?"

“Get in line, thou big slut.”

"How are we to understand 'potato'?"

"Should we hold hands in girlish solidarity?"

"Old people should be shot."

"I completely fucking hate you, because you are a hideous witch from hell. No offence."

(Btw, read the books, you will obsess over them.)

[poetlus]

A SWEET REMINDER — Kuroo T. x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Timeskip!Kuroo has now become an official coach for Nekoma and is starting to get too into his new job. After long days and a loss of appetite, you realize somethings wrong with your boyfriend. He’s overworked. You finally start getting stern with him and demand he take care of himself.

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A/N: Thank u to the nonny who requested this!! It’s super short and I’m not very proud of it, but I hope it feeds you guys!

Ever since becoming an official volleyball coach, Tetsuro hasn’t been taking care of himself as well as he should. You hated seeing him in this fatigued state, but you loved taking care of him and getting to be there for him at the end of every long day. It’s routine to have dinner prepared for your boyfriend once he got home, and you waited like a puppy for the door lock to click and see the man you loved so much come through the door.

“Hi my baby,” You said softly as you hugged him, burying your nose in his collarbone. He chuckled and hugged you back, arms around your waist like a protective cape.

You grabbed his bag from him and guided him to the couch. He sat down with a heavy sigh and kicked his feet up. You brought dinner to him and he thanked you gratefully. You watched him eat, although it was very slow. By the time he said he was finished, he hadn’t even eaten half of his plate.

“What’s wrong, Tetsu?” You asked him, motioning to his plate. “Is it not good?” He smiled warmly and innocently at you.

“No, it’s good babe. I promise. I’m just not very hungry tonight.” You nodded in understanding and scraped his plate as he trudged off to your room.

It had been about ten minutes and the house was silent, you wondered what your boyfriend was doing. You scurried to your room, about to say something, when you realized Kuroo was fast asleep, quietly snoring. He hadn’t taken off his day clothes.

Nights like these continued for a few weeks. You knew you had to say something, say that this wasn’t normal, but was it really your place to speak? What if he got mad at you? You quickly got rid of your doubts and decided that today was the day: you were going to put Kuroo in his place. His soft, comfortable, caring place.

When he got home, he flopped onto the couch. You hadn’t said anything yet. Just as he was about to fall asleep, you walked over to him.

“Kuroo, we need to talk.” His eyes shot open and he sat up.

“About what? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” He flooded the quiet room with worried questions.

“No.. well— yeah… kinda?” You were completely unsure of what to say or do.

“Tell me, babe. What’s goin’ on?” You sighed, bracing yourself.

“I’m super worried, Tetsu. About you. You haven’t been eating or socializing with anyone but your players, you’re coming home late, you’re sleeping a bunch… It’s like… you seem exhausted. Are you exhausted?” Kuroo had a puzzled look on his face.

“Am I exhausted?” He repeated your question. “Well.. I mean, kinda. But I’m okay, really! It’s no big deal. I’ll be fine.” You shook your head, confusing the man even more.

“I think you’re overworking yourself, Tetsu.” He smiled and placed a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be alright.” Again, you shook your head.

“No, no no no. We’re not doing this. I know you’re overworking yourself. You need to stop before you get overly stressed.” Kuroo was surprised at your dominance.

“I mean… I guess I have just a tiny bit.. I can try to st—“

“Not try, you will.” You interrupted him. He chuckled.

“Okay my love, I will stop overworking myself. I didn’t realize I had, but you’re right; I am. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“That’s my boy,” You grinned as you brought him into a hug. He layed back on the couch, pulling you on top of him.

[yuri-is-online]

I’d like to hear a little about Idia’s Yutu. I bet he was pretty startled to see his hair suddenly catch fire + any other physical changes associated with the curse. (Do you think the yellow eyes and shark teeth are even caused by the curse?)

Idia is a popular boy and I have a lot of thoughts about him in general; I feel like I gave him a lot to deal with in this particular au... Jade is probably having a worse time mentally but Idia has a bunch of work I know he wasn't asking for.

As for the talk about the curse, I kicked it around in my head a bit and I am going to say yes the teeth are caused by it but the eyes are just something Idia got from his parents. I know I talk about thinking there is something wrong with Trey, but I don't think that's because of a curse and his eyes are definitely yellow. Idia's do seem to glow a bit so if you want your Yutu to have different colored eyes I think it would make sense if they had a bit of a glow to them, but that's just me.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. For this post, I would recommend reading this explanation of what happened to the boys as Idia has a pretty big role in the bad timeline, and his actions will be somewhat referenced here.

Idia has the benefit and the literal curse of being in charge of S.T.Y.X., meaning that when blot investigations are conducted he tends to be in the know. His Yuu and Yutu should have been safe from anything the Marshall's decided to do but they weren't. Unlike pretty much everyone else in this AU, Idia learns what happened to his family. He knows that Yuu was cursed, he knows they were sent back to their world. But that's about it, he tries to find some sort of way to make contact with your world so he can bring you home but then things go to shit and his progress is severely delayed. By the time he has to help bury Leona it's stopped completely. Ortho tries his best to help, but Idia doesn't really want him to. As much as he wants to see you again, he doesn't want you to have to suffer through any overblots again, nor does he want to raise a child in a dying world.

Sometimes when he is alone, energy drinks scattered around his desk he'll look over to the little digital photo frame he loaded up with pictures of you, from back at NRC all the way up to your wedding and wonders if he should just let you go. There's a chance you being forced to forget about him means you would have moved on, maybe met someone else and had other kids. Was his kid anything like him? He hopes they ended up looking mostly like you, and knowing there is no way for the Shroud curse to reach them does make it slightly easier to sleep at night. He tells himself when he comes back to work tomorrow, he'll put the frame in a drawer along with his wedding ring but he never does. In his mind, he is still your husband, just waiting for fall to come so you can try to be together again. Fall might be another life, but Idia surprisingly doesn't mind. He can wait for you.

Idia! Yutu was a massive crybaby when he was a baby. Very clingy to Yuu and very afraid of his own shadow let alone his teachers and peers. He grows out of the crying as he gets older but not the social anxiety. Yutu wants friends, he just sucks at making them and is extremely stressed out by being around people. I could see Yuu maybe getting an animal of some sort to help with the stress and anxiety their son was feeling. And just by typing that I have become attached to the concept: Ida! Yutu gets a dog Yuu feels inclined to name Cerberus. Yutu adores her and takes very good care of her without any fights about his chores.

Yuu remembers Idia as being more of a cat person, but they tell Yutu they think he really would have approved of Cerb. They remember him as being a socially awkward, but extremely passionate about his work and hobbies. His love of retro games causes a lot of Yuu's cursed pains, they know he liked those sorts of games but they can't for the life of them remember the titles. Yutu tries to reassure his parent it's just nice knowing a little bit about his dad and that he doesn't need the specifics. Hearing about his dad's interests motivates him to learn about emulators as he gets older, and he builds Yuu a nice family computer after scrounging for parts.

Yutu prefers single player or local co-op games, but makes an exception if Yuu has a long term MMO or something like a genshin account because he does like playing with Yuu. It helps soothe his social anxiety to talk to people while he knows his parent and Cerberus are near by, but when they aren't online he's essentially a solo gamer.

Unfortunately for Yutu's potential inner gremlin, Yuu also remembers Idia's shut in tendencies and is determined to get him outside from a very young age. Cerb does her best to help with that too, it's Yutu's job to walk her and he swears she keeps trying to introduce him to people. He's had so many awkward conversations with the people in his neighborhood because of her. His other chore used to be helping out in the little vegetable garden Yuu started to help cut down grocery costs, but that quickly ceased being a chore and became a full blown passion.

Idia! Yutu loves flowers. He fills his windowsills with plants that are safe to be around dogs and has Cerberus help him dig a flower bed around your home so he can plant more of them. Sure the veg garden is nice too, but he loves the significance of and variety that can be found in flowers. If you live in a place that can keep bees then he will absolutely bug you about wanting to get some.

Twisted Wonderland looks horrible to Yutu. It's dark and cold, he's been snapped into a room full of people in a place he doesn't recognize, and his parent has gone non responsive as he tries desperately to shake them awake. He tries snapping at the fancy looking man that comes to help and accidentally bites his tongue, and that's when he notices it.

Mostly because Cerberus tackles him and tries to put him out.

"Owowowowowowowwww-" Yutu tries to push Cerberus back but she keeps whining and trying to lick at his face. She yelps as Yutu catches his breath as he sees what she's trying to paw at. His hair is on fire, or to be more accurate his hair is fire. He can hold it, he can tug at it, it's warm and is not burning his clothes but his hair is on fucking fire-

"STAY." The voice is so commanding that both Cerb and Yutu freeze, the strange man from before with his dual colored hair looks oddly nostalgic at his little command, eyes obviously softening at the dog as he shakes his head. "Good girl, no need to worry. Your little master is ok, he isn't going to combust." Cerberus whines, but she relaxes and Yutu stands shakily. "Though full warning you might feel like you are once I am done explaining things to you."

Idia and Ortho are called to NRC for an emergency and debriefed on their way over. Yuu holds on to life just long enough to speak with Idia a little, the first time Yutu meets his dad the two of them are saying goodbye to a now comatose Yuu. The silence is awkward, but the hold Idia has on Yutu isn't. I like to think that Idia and Yuu had talked about what they would have wanted to name Yutu, and that memory had carried across the world so there was no awkward introduction phase between the two of them. The sort of fall into each others lives immediately, the want for the other to exist overriding anything else.

Cerberus helps too. Idia might be more of a cat person but cute doggies are good too. ESPECIALLY one with such an awesome name, she's the most spoiled girl in the entire apocalypse. She's an old dog at this point, so Idia takes her back to S.T.Y.X. where she becomes a sort of unofficial mascot for the research teams. Idia makes her a uniform and everything. He regularly sends pictures to Yutu while he's busy at school.

Because of Yutu's love of gardening trumping his interest in technology, he ends up in Heartslabyul instead of Ignihyde. He is very embarrassed about this at first (he really hates the uniform) but Idia reassures him that he doesn't care about that. His kid could probably kill someone in front of him and he would not care, especially not at this point. So long as he is able to talk to his child about manga and games he doesn't care what extra circulars they're into. I can't see him being super excited about having to go to sports games, but then again maybe he would just think about it like a sports anime to help psych himself up to go (his kid would obviously be his favorite character).

Bad timeline Idia is a lot calmer than his younger self. He still loses his temper and goes on smug rants, but in general he speaks exactly like he does in book six to the S.T.Y.X. employees. His true personality only really comes out when he's alone with Ortho and Yutu, but he tries to keep his more pessimistic side in check. He wants Yutu to have some hope for the future, but the more he runs the numbers the bleaker things look.

Ortho is beyond excited to have his nephew back. He always liked hanging out with Yuu because of the lack of data he had about them. Every conversation he had with them was unique, and he was really looking forward to having the same experience with Yutu. He was just as if not more distraught than Idia when you both disappeared, so having Yutu back brings a bit more spark to his soul. Yutu was so stressed out from all of the changes he was experiencing that meeting Orhto felt weirdly normal. What's weirder: having an artificial humanoid for an uncle, technically being part alien, having fire for hair, or having a spell that literally opens the gates of hell. Yutu is not taking option one that's for sure.

Ortho and Idia are the ones who propose going back in time, but when it's their Yutu who is making the journey the suggestion is extremely difficult to make. Idia doesn't like the idea of asking his son to do this, it feels selfish. But then, Idia also feels like bringing him into existence before he could break the family curse was selfish, no matter what Yutu was always going to be doomed. But that just means he should be the one taking responsibility for this... Ortho volunteers himself for the mission but Yutu points out that that would probably be even more dangerous than sending him. It's a tearful goodbye, everyone knows that if the missions succeeds this timeline will cease to exist and they will never get to see each other again. They have a little party at NRC and Idia takes Yutu aside to visit Yuu's grave, firstly so they can say goodbye and secondly because he has a confession to make

"I was mega cringe when I was at NRC." His dad can't even look him in the eyes, and Yutu swears he sees him shaking. He has to blink a few times to make sure he is seeing things right, this doesn't look like overworked dad, or stressed dad, or angry at something mundane dad. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was-

"Well isn't everybody?" The tips of Idia's hair turn pink at the question and Yutu's quickly mirrors him from feeling like he's done something wrong. All he's done is repeat his dad's own advice back to him though. "You're always so cool and confident-" Idia wheezes and Yutu almost has to catch him. "I mean I'm sure you can't be bad as me-"

"Oh you are going to regret saying that." His dad can't really bring himself to elaborate further but the thousand yard stare does all the talking for him.

Idia! Yutu was given three very simple instructions by Uncle Ortho about going back in time:

1) don't try to lie to me about who you are, I will run scans and figure it out. Grandma and Grandpa finding out would probably be bad and just complicate things. Easy enough, having Uncle Ortho on his side makes the transition between future and past a lot easier. Current Ortho might be a lot more innocent? Naive? He isn't sure if those are the words he would use, but he is certainly less used to having a soul and being his own person than his Uncle is. Not that this makes him any less accepting of Yutu... if anything he is even more excited about him than he was in the future.

2) try to keep who you are a secret from Yuu, but get close to them. We need them to stay alive, even if we don't know why yet... Less easy than hanging out with Uncle Ortho, but still easy enough. I tend to write all Yutus as not fully realizing how much they missed or loved Yuu until they got to see the younger version of their parent... but out of all of them Idia! Yutu is certainly up there for just how hard it hits him. Mostly because of Rule 3:

3) I am so fucking sorry for what you're going to have to deal with please be patient with me!!! I promise I love you and your parent so much I'm just not going to know-

So that obviously came from Idia and not Ortho, but Yutu really disregarded that warning until he accidentally ran into his dad while trying to find Ortho and saw him take out a tablet? That he used to talk with and got very panicky about when he asked a very simple question about it. Uncle Ortho helpfully tells him later that Idia uses it to help him speak in public because of his anxiety, and is very pleased to learn Yutu has never seen him use it in the future. But that doesn't really change how things are now...

On the one hand, Yutu gets it. He has bad social anxiety himself, but because he had a very supportive parent who worked with him to challenge himself in healthy ways he never got to the point that Idia is. He also was a lot older when he had his first experience with a traumatic loss and had Idia (who is a bit too experienced) and Ortho (who is just so understanding) there to help him through it. He knew that was not the case for his dad, they talked about it a lot in the future because Idia felt like he had a right to know, but I don't think he fully comprehended how bad Idia's mental health was.

Because no matter how much he might get it, this guy is still his dad and Yutu really wants to interact with him. He wants to impress him and maybe finally beat his high score on Star Rogue, Yutu just knows there are a bunch of stories he never got to hear because his dad was too embarrassed to tell him and this is maybe his one chance to find all of them out. But his dad is such a shut in he barely even interacts with Yuu! Yutu was always way too embarrassed to ask him about how they got together and now he swears he'll never know because him being in Ramshackle seems to have scared his dad off.

That's only half true, Idia doesn't really see Yutu as a romantic rival... like Cater he assumes you are related in some way because of the similar appearances and tastes in manga. Even when the two of you deny it he shrugs it off, hey maybe Yutu is just you from a different reality? He thinks he read a manga like that once... either way not his monkey not his circus. But like. It could be, Ortho really does like to remind him that Yuu is much less judgemental than everyone else on campus so if he wanted to make some progress on his journey of self improvement talking to them might not be such a bad idea. wink wink nudge nudge! But going over there still means he has to interact with someone other than Yuu and Mr. Grim and that's stressful.

He doesn't think about it at all when Yutu keeps finding excuses to not be there when Ortho drags him to visit because of how relieved he is to not have to socialize with him, at first anyway. He notices when Ortho excuses himself too, they certainly seem to be buddy buddy which isn't something he's going to complain about but as Idia does get closer to Yuu and *ugh* admits to himself he's got some feelings he starts to feel like he should at least know something about the kid other than his name. He does not completely figure it out, but he notices all of the relevant data points before he's slapped in the face with who Yutu is.

Like Lilia! Yutu's reveal, I think Idia finds out about who Yutu is in the middle of a fight. Yuu gets injured by a really strange blot phatom Idia has never seen before and Yutu absolutely looses it. His hair flares up and for snaps his hood to cinders as he's roaring out spells and trying desperately to make sure that thing doesn't touch his parents. Something you both hear loud and clear.

At first this makes Idia beyond excited. He probably joins the little fit his son is throwing except in raw joy because he's fantasized so much about this! He even has a little sims save where Yuu and him are married and they've got a kid and a cat and wow just look at Yutu he looks even cooler in real life than he does in a life sim! Yuu look at him, you guys have a-

A kid. You have a kid. With him. One that's got his teeth and hair and your nose and is sobbing in his arms about how much he missed you both and doesn't want to watch you die again. The sheer worry eclipses his second hand embarrassment at his own smugness as he awkwardly holds on to the sobbing Yutu and looks towards you for help. He's never been good at this whole emotional comfort thing, pls assist. So you pick yourself up and join the group hug and all three of you just sort of sit there for a bit while Yutu tells his story. About growing up in your world, how he came to NRC and his friends in Heartslabyul (Idia is blaming that on you, as a joke ofc he doesn't care what house his kid is in), and the plan to go back in time because of how hopeless the future is. It's not a story Idia takes lightly, especially when Ortho confirms it and sends him all of the data he and Yutu have collected so far. Idia is a bit gloomy and prone to complaining, but if you are in a bad place there are few people more reliable. He is a lot like death in a way, he'll always be there in the end.

Idia is a bit awkward around Yuu for a bit after the reveal, I like to think of you as being newly together at this point so Idia hasn't really revealed just how... detailed some of his fantasies about you are just yet. There are a lot of them, he has uh. Maybe written some of them down, pleasedon'tmakehimreadthemoutloud and most of them are perfectly normal and respectable (lies). It stops when you tell him Yutu had to come from somewhere and he dies, buries himself under his covers, and rises again a changed man. Yeah that's right, his kid did come from somewhere NORMIES. He had se-

He's not super big into PDA but he is comfortable being clingy around Yutu and Ortho, though he tries not to be overly cheesy around Yutu. He hates seeing his parents be all lovey dovey with one another and he likes to keep his compliments quiet and for your ears only anyway. I do like the idea of Yuu being a tiny bit more outgoing and embarrassing him a bit around "the kids" (Grim and Yutu) so his hair is in a damn near permanent shade of pink any time he's around Ramshackle. It's one thing to have your younger brother think the world of you, but to have a kid think so highly of you that he travels back in time to save you from an apocalypse? Idia feels super unworthy, it fuels his determination to work out the "problem" Yutu has given him even if his natural pessimism makes him want to give up.

"... Just leave it to your dad." It's an echo of the only other promise he 100% intends to live up to. He really does mean it, Idia is not loosing this match. Just you wait and see...

[crimsonwolf715]

It's Not Your Fault

Jason’s been sitting in the therapist’s office for a while now, mostly silent as she asks him questions he gives one or two word answers to. 

“Why don’t you tell me about what happened?” the therapist asks, clearly trying to get Jason to interact with her. 

“Why should I?” Jason asks, keeping his eyes on his hands. 

“Because maybe if you talk about it, it will help you process through your grief. If you’re unable to talk about it we can start with something else.” 

Jason sighs. “It started out as a mission, barely a mission. The police needed assistance clearing out a building, so Red and I went. They were clearing out the building because due to some explosion that had happened next door a little earlier in the day, they found that it wasn’t likely the foundation of the building would hold. A bunch of debris fell on Red. He didn’t make it home.” 

“And how does that make you feel?” 

“Angry,” Jason answers. 

“Anything else?” she presses.

Jason shakes his head. “Nope.” 

“It’s natural to feel angry, but do you think there’s something stopping you from feeling anything else?” 

“Yeah, the anger.” Jason looks at his watch. “But would you look at that? Time’s up, so I’m gonna head home.” 

“We’re not done talking about this.” 

“I am. I’ve got other things to do today.” 

Jason gets up and grabs his bag, then heads out of the therapist’s office without another word. 

Jason heads up to the top floor to search for anybody else. When he doesn’t find anybody, he heads down to find Tim. Jason hears a crack, then the floor starts fracturing. 

“What floor are you on?” Jason asks. 

“I don’t know, eighth floor?” Tim answers. 

Dread fills Jason knowing that’s the floor right below him. 

“Get to the stairs, now. The floor above you is going to cave in.” 

“On my way.” 

Jason races down the stairs and he hears the floor give out on his way down. He gets to the next floor and doesn’t see Tim at the stairs. He runs onto the floor and Tim’s buried under debris. 

“Tim,” he breathes, then runs over. 

Jason removes debris and Tim’s not moving. Once enough debris is moved, Jason pulls Tim over to the stable side of the building. Tim’s eyes are half-open and he coughs up blood onto himself and Jason. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.” 

He gently picks Tim up and gets him out of the building. Once they’re out of the building, Jason gently puts Tim down to check for injuries. Tim’s wheezing. 

“Medical’s on their way,” Jason says. “Just a little longer.” 

“I can’t,” Tim says. 

The words feel like a bucket of ice water being dumped on Jason’s head. 

“That’s okay, it’s not your fault.” 

“I’m sorry,” Tim says, his voice breaking. 

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry. You’ve done such a good job. You can rest now.” 

Tim gives Jason a small smile, then closes his eyes. Jason holds his brother close until he stops breathing. 

Jason gets home and heads straight for his room. 

“Jason!” 

It’s Dick, and Jason can hear footsteps behind him meaning that Dick’s following him. 

“Can you leave me alone?” Jason asks. 

“That’s all I’ve been doing for a month. I’ve tried being accommodating but you keep pushing me away.” 

“Maybe that’s because I don’t want anyone’s attention.” 

Jason slams his door shut behind him and he can almost hear Dick’s thoughts of knocking on Jason’s door. He doesn’t end up doing it and Jason can hear him head towards Damian’s room down the hall. Jason spends the rest of the day locked in his room reading the books Tim wrote in his little amount of free time before taking over WE or laying on his bed, occasionally throwing darts. 

It’s well after ten o’clock when he takes stock of the time and decides he should probably get something to drink. Jason walks downstairs and finds nobody. He sighs and heads to the kitchen. Not that he exactly wanted to run into anybody, but he was hoping that maybe he’d wanna talk if he did. He contemplates breaking into the liquor cabinet, but decides to just drown his sorrows in orange juice instead. He walks into the living room and Bruce is standing there. He must have just come up from the Batcave. 

Jason turns to leave when Bruce’s voice stops him. “Jason.” 

“Dickie tattle on me?” 

“No, what happened with you and Dick?” 

Jason turns back towards Bruce. “Nothing.” 

“Can we talk for a minute?” Bruce asks. 

“Why not? I don’t have anything better to do,” Jason answers. 

Jason stands behind the couch while Bruce stays standing over by the bookshelf. 

“Everyone’s worried,” Bruce says. 

“Of course everyone’s worried,” Jason replies, cutting Bruce off. “Nobody knows how to mind their own business in this family aside from Damian.” 

“Everyone’s worried because this isn’t healthy,” Bruce continues, clearly ignoring Jason’s jab at him. “Nobody wants you to keep living like this.” 

“How am I supposed to live with the fact that he’s dead?” Jason shouts. “All I feel is rage! The sadness was gone within a day and all I can feel is this rage that makes me want to go out and start killing every psychotic or psychopathic person in this city!” 

“I understand that,” Bruce starts, but Jason cuts him off. 

“How could you? You didn’t kill anyone!” Jason shouts, throwing the book that was on the table at Bruce. 

Bruce moves just enough that he doesn’t get hit by the book, but he keeps his eyes on Jason. Jason’s breathing heavily, trying not to cry, his temper starting to evaporate. Bruce walks over and wraps his arms around Jason. 

“I’m sorry you had to go through this,” Bruce says quietly. “It’s okay to be upset and angry, but it isn’t your fault that this happened. And I promise I’ll be here for you.” 

Jason starts crying and buries his head in Bruce’s shoulder, sadness replacing the anger in an instant. Bruce rubs his back while he cries, the two of them staying in that position until Jason runs out of tears. 

“Come on, let’s get you some water and then head to bed. It’s late and you obviously haven’t slept much lately. If you can’t sleep, we can talk.” 

Jason nods. “I’m sorry I threw that book at you, Dad.” 

“There’s no need to be sorry. I know you didn’t mean it.” 

They head upstairs and Jason asks, “Can you come sit with me for a bit?” 

Bruce nods, so they go sit on Jason’s bed. Jason talks about Tim for a bit, trying not to cry again, then falls asleep leaning against Bruce.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Because I am cute and people like my writing (thank you @talshiargirlfriend for lending me that confidence!) I am reposting this snippet because it’s the very first time I ever wrote an “Oh. Oh.” moment and goshdangit I’m proud of it! It’s super cute!! Please read and enjoy!!!

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(El’s name in this AU is Eliza-Jane, which is why Gareth calls her Liza)

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El wasn’t scared of the corn maze.

Not exactly.

It was just— she hadn’t expected that she wouldn’t be able to see anything. The stalks towered over her, and grew so close together, and the paths seemed to get narrower as they ventured deeper in. But Mike and Will, and Max and Lucas, and especially Gareth had all looked so excited about it that she’d squared her shoulders and boldly marched in right behind them.

Now, she was sort of wishing she hadn’t.

A bunch of middle school aged kids had crashed through their group, shouting and laughing, playing some insane version of tag. They weren’t paying one bit of attention to their surroundings, and they accidentally knocked against both of the girls. They shoved Max so hard she would’ve fallen backwards if Lucas hadn’t caught her at the last second. But El hadn’t fallen right there on the path— she’d stumbled sideways, into a cluster of cornstalks, and then fell. With nobody to catch her.

Luckily she wasn’t hurt. So she stood up, brushed off her jeans, and pushed an armful of stalks aside to get back to her friends. The path couldn’t be more than two or three steps away. She’d be there in just a few seconds.

Except… it wasn’t there.

Okay, no problem. She’d just go back a few steps in the direction she’d come from.

It wasn’t there, either.

El was not scared of this stupid corn maze. Not in the slightest, she told herself sternly. There was no need for her palms to start sweating, no reason for her breathing to turn rapid and shallow. It was fine, she’d be fine. All she had to do was yell. Her friends would find her.

“Gareth?” It came out a croaky whisper. No, no, no. She had to get out of here. Squeezing her eyes shut, she forced herself to take a deep breath and try again. A real yell this time. He couldn’t be far. He’d come for her. “GARETH!”

“Hey, there you are.” El’s eyes flew open— yes, it was really him, standing before her with a big smile on his cherubic face. He was right there, the moment she called. Just as she’d known he would be. A rush of grateful tears flooded her eyes and refused to be blinked away.

“Liza, hey,” he said, his expression turning to concern. Reaching up to put his hands on her shoulders, he quickly asked, “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

She was too relieved to be embarrassed about the way she flung herself into his arms and hid her face against his shoulder. Gareth murmured a startled “oh!” but before she could even think about pulling away, he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. Soft and snuggly and extra tight. Her nose, buried in his shirt collar, breathed in not only the faint scent of laundry detergent but also his cologne, rich with sandalwood and lightly lemony sweet. A familiar, comforting smell. Definitely the best hug she’d ever had. The panic of a few minutes ago fled; she was safe now.

Gareth soothingly stroked her hair. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I got you. Everything’s okay.”

And it really was.

He didn’t let go until she did, and even then, he didn’t go far. Holding her at arm's length, he gently brushed a few leaves and some cornsilk from her sweater. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked, a worried look in his eyes. “Lucas has a map, if you wanna just head straight for the exit.”

El cleared her throat. “No, I’m okay. I can keep going. Only,” she faltered slightly but pressed on regardless, “you won’t— you won’t lose me in here, will you?”

“Course I won’t.” Gareth took her hand, wrapping his warm fingers around her chilly ones. “There. Where you go, I go,” he said with a grin, waggling their clasped hands between them.

Oh, heavens. She could feel herself blushing. “Sorry my hand’s all sweaty,” she mumbled.

He gave her fingers a little squeeze. “Hey,” he said, waiting until she looked up to meet his gaze before continuing. “I couldn’t possibly give less of a shit if your hands are sweaty. But, if it makes you feel better, here.” Loosening his grip, he slipped his hand up to take hold of her wrist and gently draw her hand closer. He carefully wiped her palm dry with the tail of his soft flannel shirt. Then, lifting her hand to his face, he blew a delicate stream of cool air over her hand. Good grief. Or, as Max would say— holy shit. El shivered a tiny bit, and Gareth glanced up at her through his lashes. Double holy shit. That look was even hotter than his wink.

“Better?” he said softly, and she was too stunned to even speak, but she managed a nod. He grinned, taking her hand again, lacing his fingers through hers. “Cool. Ready to get out of here?”

She felt a little silly when she realized she’d only been two steps away from the path after all, just completely turned around. But Gareth didn’t seem to notice; or if he did notice, he didn’t mind. Then as they made their way through the rest of the maze without incident, she felt even sillier. How could she have been so frightened of something so simple? El sighed as quietly as she could, bracing herself for Gareth to drop her hand like a hot potato as soon as they cleared the exit. To her surprise, though, he only gave her hand a little squeeze and kept her fingers firmly intertwined with his.

It felt like the most natural thing in the world to give him a squeeze right back.

Gareth flashed her a beautiful smile, his eyes shining, and gently bumped her shoulder with his. “That mulled cider smells awesome,” he remarked. “Whatcha say, Lizy-J? You wanna try some with me?”

Something about that simple question made her breath catch in her throat. He was so considerate of her, so caring, but completely casual about it. Like it was second nature to him. He was just adorable, and her hand fit perfectly in his, and the cider really did smell delicious. She did want to try it, and she knew he’d already known she would. Because he knew her so well, because he—

Oh, she thought, eyes going wide in wonder. Oh.

***

@hellishchrissy @illustratedbymikayla @the-unforgivenn @ladyfluff @potatoesenpaii

[bambisribbon]

𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

boyfriend!rafe x reader

warnings: profanity, arguments, drunk driving, drug use, breakup. i think thats it. read at your own discretion.

it was great. in the beginning. you and rafe were a pair, seemingly soulmates. everything about him was amazing. he was there for you, a shoulder to cry on. he was everything and more. he constantly put in an effort. but, good things never last. he got addicted to coke, drank nearly everyday, and you two constantly got into arguments.

you had distanced yourself from everybody, your friends, your siblings, your parents. rafe was all you saw, and you were clung to him with a white knuckled dying grip. no matter how depressed you were, you were attatched. you simply couldn’t leave. you told yourself he was going through a rough patch, that he was just stressed, but you could never fully convince yourself.

rafe called your phone late at night. he was drunk, or high, or both. you picked up, despite it being so late. “rafe..?” you whisper. “b-baby, hey. uhh, can you c-come pick me- us- up, we’re uh, on the road next to the beach.” you mutter a curse under your breath, and reluctantly agree. you drove to where he was, and he climbed into you front seat, with topper and kelce, and topper’s new girlfriend, ruthie in the back. rafe pits a jand on your thigh as you drive, and you pull your leg away.

as you dropped everybody off to their respective homes, you pulled into the tannyhill driveway. you let out an angry huff, and the tension in the air is palpable. “why are you so fucking angry all the time? shit.” rafe mutters under his breath. “why am i so angry all the time? you’re really asking me that? i’m like this because of you!” you shout. rafe looks at you with nothing behind his eyes. he lets out a humorless chuckle, and he runs his larger hand through his hair. “oh and what the hell did i do? huh? fucking answer me y/n!” he matches your tone. “you made all of my moments your own. you constantly call me when you’re drunk or high out of your fucking mind, rafe! you only listen to your fucking friends, you make me so unhappy!” once you stop yelling, the silence in the air is awkward and uncomfortable.

you try and hide the hot tears falling from your eyes, you try and stop ot, but you can’t you can’t stop them. they wont stop falling. “you made me feel so fucking small, so miniscule, like i didn’t even matter! you make me miserable, rafe. you are- were- my everything. and all you do is tolerate me. i made you my temple, my mural, my motherfucking sky.” you say between sobs. “that’s a bunch of fucking bullshit, and you know it. and why the hell are you crying, you fucking started this argument, y’know?” rafe says, tapping his temples with his fingers.

“you made me hate this city! i never talked shit about you, i never told anyone anything bad! i was there for you, but you couldn’t see that. instead you ran to alcohol and coke. you know what? get the fuck out of my car.” you look at rafe with storms in your eyes. “you don’t mean that. don’t make me go. if you make me go we’re done. i’m fucking serious.” he says, hand on the door. “just go. get the fuck out of my sight, rafe.” he nods angrily, and climbs out of your car, slamming the door. he walks into his house, leaving you with nothing but a look back. you stayed in the tannyhill driveway for 20 more minutes sobbing. as you entered your home, you tiptoed to avoid waking anybody. you entered your room and flopped down on your bed.

you bury your face in the pillows and let out silent sobs. it’s not like anything you can believe. you and rafe were over. you felt it coming, yet you were in denial. you soon fall asleep, your dreams full of rafe’s eyes, his smile, his hair, his hands. everything in your life was a reminder of him. hell, you were even in his hoodie and an old pair of basketball shorts now.

you woke up due to the sweet summer sun grazing your face. for a moment, you’re at peace, then everything comes rushing back. “this can’t be the end, it just can’t be.” you think. you reminisce on the times where things were good, before rafe was on coke. life was amazing then, but now, not so much.

rafe on the other hand had found his solace in a dime bag. he wipes angry tears from his face, and punches his wall. “i ruin everything, i’m such a dissapointment.” he says to himself quietly. he makes a split decision, and gets in his car. he drives to your house and rings the doorbell, hoping you’ll answer.

[werepuppy-steve]

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jake from state farm - T, complete @matchingbatbites

tags: modern au, cheating (not between steddie), getting together, valentines day

After a moment the ringing stops, and a voice says "Hello?" "Uh, hi, is this Steve?" "It is, who is this?" "It's Eddie, Jake's roommate? I got your number from him." Well, from his phone when he'd left it unattended one day, but Steve doesn't need to know the details. "I really, really hate to be making this call, especially the day before Valentine's, but uh. Jake is cheating on you."

wrong number - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: modern au, texting, getting together, friends to lovers

Steve waits a few more minutes before he makes his way out of the house and goes to his own. Once he gets into his room, he pulls out the piece of paper and types it into his contacts - after messing up the password and struggling to find his contacts. Steve: So not a serial killer I hope? There’s instantly some typing back that worries Steve. Shouldn’t Robin be distracted by her date? Robin: Not a serial killer but you might be… who is this? You intrigue me. Not Robin. Steve’s heart races as he looks at the scrap of paper. Damn scribbled mess.

Baby, It's Cold Outside - T, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, nightmares, ptsd, hurt/comfort, fluff

He was blissfully asleep in bed when a sudden cold shock to his back awoke him. Steve yelped, “Jesus!” And turned around to see who had snuck into his house this early in the morning (it’s only nine) and came face to face with his boyfriend, Eddie. “Eds, what the fuck? Hello? Hi? What happened to those? Christ.”

Am I The Asshole? - N/A, 5.6k, complete cairparavels

tags: modern au, AITA, getting together, autistic eddie, misunderstandings, fuck chad all my homies hate chad

Eddie hates his best friend’s new boyfriend and believes it is proof that he is homophobic. He takes to reddit to find out.

We could plant a house, we could build a tree - E, 3.7k, complete what_about_the_fish

tags: breeding kink, established relationship, feminization

When Eddie's dirty mouth stumbles into an interesting kink that makes Steve moan, they have to explore it further. A messy smut filled ride through Steve's breeding kink.

Come on Baby, Eat the Rich - E, 4.2k, complete nativity_in_black

tags: mild exhibitionism, daddy kink, feminization, dom/sub

“Eddie, we can’t- you know how they are. Just a bunch of rich snobs who think they own the place. What if we get caught?”, he worried aloud, trying to keep his voice steady as Eddie smoothed his hands along Steve’s waist. “Mm,”, Eddie hummed in thought, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Clicking his tongue, he looked back up at Steve, “Guess we’ll just have to be quiet, then. What do you say, baby?”

Come Back To Me - T, 3.8k, complete @beetlesandstarss

tags: major/temporary character death, grief/mourning, angst with a happy ending

“Where— uh. Where are you gonna bury him?” Eddie asks. “We’ve got… We’ve got some of his stuff. A box. We thought maybe…” “That’s a fine idea, son,” Steve’s grandpa says. And then, “Next to his parents seems the most fitting.” And— oh. Oh, God. No. Steve’s parents are— Are they dead too? (Or, Steve dies. And then he comes back.)

Hazy Shade - T, 5k, complete weird_witchcraft

tags: season 2 compliant, canon divergence, eddie gets involved earlier

Eddie stumbles into Merrill’s farm late at night on Sunday, November 4th, 1984 and runs into the last person he’d expect to see: Steve Harrington.

Worth the Effort - T, 9k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: post-s2, friends to lovers, eddie takes care of steve, sick fic, hurt/comfort

Eddie ambles up and drapes himself against Steve’s locker door, head tossed back and eyelashes fluttering wildly. “Oh, Steve,” he simpers, high and breathy, “aren’t you going to whisk me away for a whirlwind Valentine’s romance?” “I’d love to, but I’m pretty sure I have a stats test tomorrow,” Steve drawls, sending a sidelong smirk at Eddie. “Ugh. Romance is dead,” Eddie declares. - In which Eddie contends with his crush on Steve Harrington, learns what a migraine is, and gets a valentine, more or less in that order.

nice to meet you, where you been? - T, 3/3, complete @flowercrowngods

tags: modern au, tattoo artist steve, friends to lovers, ace steddie, transmasc eddie, i could scream forever about how lovely this fic is

When Eddie enters the tattoo parlour that Chrissy recommended to him, he doesn't know what'll hit him. Never in a million years would he have expected the pastel or the minimalistic decor or how really fucking polished everything about this place is. It's like an antithesis to Eddie's entire existence has been created with the makings of this shop. The absolute cherry on top is the man that walks into the room to greet him, though. Because there is no way that Steve Harrington, whom Eddie had the maddest crush on in high school, owns a tattoo shop. No way. Nuh-uh. Not dressed in pastel like he is. Eddie wants to hate it. But he doesn't account for how genuinely amazing Steve is, or how crushing on him is the easiest thing. Really, it's a losing game from the start.

Mutually Beneficial - E, 1.2k, complete @steddie-island | kintsugi_kid

tags: mean dom eddie, age difference, power imbalance, choking, bottom steve

It had started innocently enough, with Steve getting kicked out as soon as he’d graduated and with Eddie Munson, town outcast, advertising a room for rent and a kid who needed a sitter. Moving in would be mutually beneficial. It evolved into, “Pretty thing, you take care of me… and I’ll take care of you.” Really, how was Steve supposed to argue with that?

Love and Smoke - T, series, WIP @stevieschrodinger

tags: cottage witch steve, snake familiar eddie, fluff

She sighs, rolling over on the couch like Steve’s just committed a huge offense, “I just don’t understand why you're so against it.” “There are a lot of reasons why a familiar is a bad idea Robbie.” And because they’ve been over this what feels like a hundred times, Steve can list them easily, “it’ll be fur or feathers, so not only would they shed on my furniture, and I’ll have fur or whatever everywhere, you know I don’t do so well with bird dander. Makes me sniffly. They get separation anxiety, so they have to go with you everywhere. Not exactly going to be convenient if I pull a- a – dire wolf or something, and you want to go to the movies. And if I leave them home alone, it would be cruel.” “You might get something small and hairless! Like a- a frog!” Rob insists. Steve just rolls his eyes and huffs, “but I might not. So no. Also, a frog? Really?” Not that Steve has anything against frogs particularly, just...where the hell would it stay? The sink? “Steve!” “I said no Robbie, okay. I’m not lonely. I have my garden, my books, I have plenty to do. I see you at the weekend, I see plenty of people at Tuesday Market. I am fine.”

Can I Kiss You? - G, complete @transvampireboyfriend

tags: crushes, first kiss, fluff

“Can I kiss you?” Steve asks, eyes glued to the side of Eddie’s face. Eddie is sitting on his couch and Steve is hanging out across from him, lounging on Wayne’s recliner. He gets to use it whenever Wayne’s at work, with his explicit permission and now priority, since Eddie was jealous enough to start a mock argument and Wayne took Steve’s side just to tease his nephew. So now Eddie has to give that place up whenever Steve’s over. Which, he almost always is, these days.

If Found, Return to Me - G, complete @steviewashere

tags: established relationship, couples t-shirts

He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs. Chin tucked into his neck so that he can read the text, which is bold and black and dark on the white background. ‘If found, return to Steve.’ Eddie groans. “Do we seriously have to wear these?” He whines.

fear the inky blackness of night - T, complete @griefabyss69

tags: post-s4, pre-steddie, steve getting over his fear of the dark

So when Eddie walks into his room, as he does, you know, like a person will just walk into the room he sleeps in, bed and dresser and guitars and all, he doesn’t expect there to just be… A fucking guy in there.

burgundy kiss - E, 6.5k, complete @hawkinsbnbg

tags: soulmates, modern au, dom/sub, under-negotiated kink, daddy kink, light breeding kink

Steve got Good boy inscribed on his butt, just on the right cheek. It would be funny if it was a tattoo Steve had gotten one time when he was too drunk and on a dare. Except it wasn't a tattoo. At all. Even though it kind of looked like one. In truth, it was the first word his soulmate would say to him.

Or, a meet-sexy story where Steve's soulmate is a man of culture.

dance with the devil - E, 2/?, WIP @sourw0lfs

tags: modern au, guardian angel eddie, monster steve, magic

The apartment is quiet around him, the only sound is the rush in his ears from the growing hangover, but it’s not so big he can’t find the owner. When he finally does, Steve actually throws up. If it weren’t for the smallest sliver of still clean blond hair amidst the sea of blood-clump strands, Steve wouldn’t even believe that the mangled corpse in front of him is the same guy as the night before. What the fuck happened? OR: The one where Steve turns 21 and his life turns upside down in the worst ways, complete with gaining the most obnoxious guardian angel known to man

go for it - T, 4.6k, complete @steveseddie | mseg_21

tags: flirting, getting together, pining, first kiss

Steve huffs. “What makes you so sure that you can convince me?” He asks with an arched eyebrow. “The kids have tried and failed and you know how relentless they are.” “Yeah, but I can be very persuasive.” He gestures at himself with a hand flourish. “You know, as a cult leader and all.” Steve hums. “Of course.” He leans his hip against the counter, only an inch away from Eddie’s thigh. “There’s gotta be something I can do to convince you,” Eddie says, moving his thigh until it touches Steve’s hip. “Something I can give you in exchange. To make it worth your while.” Steve’s eyes immediately dart down to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s stomach swoops. There it is. or Eddie and Steve finally stop dancing around each other- too bad that the Hellfire Club is there to witness it

The Hawk - T, series, WIP @fastcardotmp3

tags: nancy wheeler centric, "the bear" au, multi pov, grief/mourning, character studies

A "The Bear" AU about the restaurant that falls into Nancy Wheeler's lap and the people that help her make it more than a burden. (Ensemble, Multi-POV)

the sweetest thing - E, 7/7, complete @cranberrymoons

tags: no nut november, established relationship, dom/sub undertones

It had started out simple enough between them, Eddie making some off-hand comment about Steve not being able to hold out for a whole month and Steve, ever unable to back down from a challenge, rising to the bait. “Whatever,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “A month? Please.” He could do a month. Easy. He just hadn't counted on Eddie being – well. Himself. eddie goads steve into a No Nut November challenge; he never said anything about taking it easy on him

The Hole Story - E, series, complete @griefabyss69

tags: pre-relationship, fantasizing, slow burn, rimming

Steve wishes he hates the way he can't stop thinking about Eddie's tongue.

surface-level freak - E, 7k, complete @starryeyedjanai

tags: modern au, transmasc steve, werewolf eddie, human steve

Steve Harrington, Werewolf Fucker. He thinks he should be able to put that on his business card, but Robin says it's a little crass.

But My Heart Is Just A Little Boy - T, 2k, complete Atalia_Gold

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, steve has dyscalculia

“Look, just carry on without me,” Steve muttered, and stood up quick enough that his chair scraped on the floor. “Steve -” Dustin started, but Steve was finished, striding towards the stairs and blinking back tears. He wasn’t going to cry in front of the kids, not over a fucking game, not over something his boyfriend loved so much. But they were coming faster than he could blink them back as he headed out of Mike’s stuffy basement and out to the driveway, the cold night air caressing his flushed face. This was supposed to have been a treat for Eddie. It was supposed to be fun, and Steve had ruined the night by being fucking stupid. ***** Steve wanted to surprise Eddie by joining in on D&D. Unfortunately, he's struggling with the math involved, and the kids aren't making it any easier.

Just a Shirt - T, 1k, complete @shares-a-vest

tags: established relationship, fluff, love confessions

Eddie makes Steve a customised Hellfire shirt, just for him.

The Taste of the Divine - E, 4.3k, complete tsmkeeler

tags: steddie as roommates, phone sex operator eddie, dom/sub, getting together

The exhale Steve was releasing staggered, and Eddie’s ears caught what sounded like Steve’s moan. The shuffling on the other side of the line reminded him he was on the clock and this was a good paying customer. He couldn’t just drop the line to handle Steve. He just needed to get him back in position and doing something, then he could get Steve out of there. He made a correcting noise. “On. Your. Knees.” Little brat thought he could do whatever he wanted for the pleasure. To Eddie’s surprise, Steve lowered to his knees. His chin tilted to his chest, hands on the tops of his thighs. He was sitting so pretty. What was stiff was now throbbing against the rough material of his dark jeans. “Yes, sir,” Steve replied breathily. Surely, Eddie was asleep and this was a night fantasy well beyond his best daydreams. There was no way. No fucking way. OR Steve and Eddie aren't only co-workers, they're roommates. While working his second job late at night, Eddie forgets to close the door and is pleasantly surprised by his roommates willingness to join him.

The Right Wrong Number - M, 8/8, complete @apomaro-mellow

tags: wrong number, getting together, phone sex, first meetings, modern au

Steve gets the wrong number and starts texting an interesting guy.

Kinktober 2023 - E, 19/19, complete @stevesjockstrap | deansdemondick

tags: kinktober, multiple pairings

Kinky Drabbles for October 😈

The End Of The Line - E, 6.4k, complete entanglednow

tags: post-s4, nightmares, (platonic) mutual masturbation, phone sex, feelings realization, fantasies, humor (like so much humor this fic made me laugh so hard)

Eddie knows better than to ignore a phone ringing in the middle of the night. After everything they've done for him the least he can do is be there for a friend in need.

Never Caught my Breath - E, 6.1k, complete @emchant3d

tags: established relationship, dom/sub, service dom eddie, role reversal (kind of), needy dom eddie, transmasc steve, daddy kink

“I know you had a long, long day,” he tells him, his touch tracing down, down, down, Eddie’s torso shivering beneath the ticklish drag of his hand, “so why don’t you just let me take care of you, huh? Does that sound nice?” “Yeah, baby,” Eddie says, barely more than a whisper. “Yeah, that sounds real fuckin’ nice.” Eddie works too hard. Steve helps him relax.

You're the Missing Piece - E, 7.9k, complete brokenpromisesandhope

tags: modern au, established stancy, polyamory negotiations, 5+1, stoncy endgame, exhibitionism,my first stoncy read and it made me feel Emotions idk

5 times Steve, Nancy and Jonathan had sex without each other and one time they did it together.

[fairykazu]

WHEN THE SUN DIVES FT. KAZUHA ! content // commitment issues, (seemingly) unrequited, open ending, fem! reader, no beta read, implied confession, situationship, wrong implications on poker (i only know the game from casino royale 2006) <(＿　＿)>, one kys joke at the end notes // this is a oneshot there wont be a part two. divider is made by @cafekitsune. masterlist

although, kazuha was the one who did wander into places, appreciate their beauty but couldn't commit to living in one place since there was so much to see, you were the one who couldn't commit to a person.

well, he couldn't blame that on you. he couldn't either and that's what you two bonded over. that was until kazuha caught feelings for you, he hates to admit it because the reason why isn't romantic if he wanted to tell you his real feelings towards you.

it was because of the way you complimented his work. not as if it's just an art piece but as if it was life itself. just by thinking about it, he could feel his face flush at the thought of you. he stared at his popcorn ceiling blankly. maybe, it's too early to think over his feelings for you. it's what?

three am? but this time is when you usually text him or call him. twelve am or four am, it doesn't matter. as long as he could hear your voice or feel like he's near you, physically or virtually.

he waited a little bit, waiting for your ringtone. after a while, no ringtone was ringing through his room. he rolled on his side, it's time to go back to sleep.

ding!

quickly, he rolled to the other side of the bed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. the blue light illuminated his face, burning his eyes a little.

[notification +1: thecoolestartie has liked a video you reposted]

"i really have to turn off that notification off of tiktok." he mumbled, clicking off his phone. he deflated, degrading himself for believing the routine the both of you had.

no shit, name wouldn't have the same routine. maybe she's talking to that guy again.

he groaned as he buried his face into his pillow. he peeked at his phone again just to check the time, totally not to see you or anything.

still nothing.

unless??? he checked again just in case.

nothing.

.

oh god, what did you do to him? he dug himself into his bed, maybe this would his grave when he died out of embarrassment, while digging himself his own deathbed, his phone fell from the mattress.

it vibrated,

ding!

despite his efforts to stop himself from reaching over his bed and ignore the notification, his hand found his phone, loosing his balance when he saw the notification.

[ name <3: wanna call?]

he fell off his bed, frantically unlocking his phone. typing out words that only ended up look like a bunch of jumble mumbos.

[kazuha: yeaysh but lemt me get my headphowns] [kazuha: you got what i mean right?]

[name <3: yes dw lmao] [name <3: waiting for you (◠‿◠)]

✦ ͏͏ ⸺͏͏ dialing name <3... ⊹ ˙ .

"kazuha, hello?" you said. your voice sounds as warm as ever. kazuha wished that he could create a ball of yarn from it, giving him eternal warmth. he didn't notice that you've been calling his name for at least four times.

"kazuha?"

"yes, sorry. i was thinking about what to write for a new thing." he said, making up something to sound believable. he realized afterwards that it sounded completely like utter nonsense, complete word vomit.

he knew that you didn't believe him but regardless, you've changed the subject. "i was thinking about taking you on a date."

kazuha's eyes widened, his voice cracking, "what?" he winced at the sound of it.

you added afterwards, "y'know, a platonic one." oh, of course, you did that for a reaction bait. "the new aquarium that opened in watatsumi island." he chuckled mostly out of embarrassment,

"oh, right, of course, i'd go." he could hear you laugh, imagining the smile that always made it to his daydreams of finally being yours.

"is that all you have to tell me?" kazuha asked. although it's stupid to hold onto to something that doesn't a guaranteed ending, he couldn't help but to abandon his old ways of thinking and hope that you wanted to tell him to be more than friends.

silence filled the call, only the ambience of cars in the background from the call.

"um..." hearing you be nervous sounded out of character for you, he was confused. did he hit a nerve?

"yeah?"

silence again.

"i think i..." you trailed off. you began to mumble but kazuha couldn't hear you.

needing you to clarify, "you?"

"i think i like..."

what a cliffhanger! you trailed off again and kazuha is hoping that this one wouldn't be another reason to have a reaction bait. between you two, this game was like poker. if he's right on the dot, he's shoving all his chips in the middle.

"to make the date on the day after tomorrow."

✦ ͏͏ ⸺͏͏ [kazuha kaedehara lost to name...] [official scores: kazuha: 99 ... name: 150]

"okay." kazuha hoped that his voice didn't give away his emotions. "goodnight?"

please say goodnight back. he just wants to wallow in his pain.

"um, i want to stay on call with you, is that okay?" you asked. shit.

his heart spoke before his brain could stop it, "always. it's always okay if its you."

he heard you exhale a laugh quietly, "thank you, kazuha."

"anytime."

[bonus:]

[name: childe i need you to stop infleuncing me to confess to him at night. i dont think he even likes me like that.] [tart: trust me, he does. you should ask him out and then confess or confess in the call. thats so romantic.] [name: if this goes wrong, im blaming you.] [tart: you only have yourself to blame cuz u overthink too much LMAO] [name: KYS]

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

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Rules: answer the questions in the POV of an OC, then provide three more questions!

I thought I'd catch up finally with this game, but alas.

Previous Questionnaires:

Rounds One and Two

Round Three: Maddie, Ash, Noelle, Ewan, Jazlyn, Lexi, Alex, Carmen

See below for: Gwen, Gabriel, Liam, Xitlali, Akash, Jedi, Rose, Sam

#1- Gwen

Do you celebrate birthdays?

“Of course I do! I sometimes have a party, though it's usually small. We have a tradition that over the weekend of my birthday, whenever it is, we visit where we buried my twin sister, who was stillborn. As a way to honor her.”

Where do you go when you need to unwind?

“My room has this corner that feels hidden. It's where I put a bunch of beanbags and pillows and curl up in there to read.”

Have you ever meditated?

“Yes, I have! It's a good way to unwind sometimes, but I prefer reading to do that. Clearing my mind is really hard.”

✨ Gwen intro ✨

#2- Gabriel

What would you do if your enemy asked for help?

“My enemy? I don't have enemies. The closest I have is Parker, and I'm not giving him any title that fancy. He's just a nuisance. If he asked for help, I wouldn't ignore him, you know? Unless it's a situation he could just get out of if he applied himself just a little more.”

Would you ask your enemy for help?

“Ugh, if I must use Parker again, then: no. He's unreliable. I'd never ask for his help.”

Do you act on impulse, or do you think before you act?

“Finally, a question about me. I think before I act, and pretty efficiently, I may add. I am very proficient at identifying a problem and then offering a solution to it. I've been told that I act too quickly, but that's a load of bullshit. I don't act on impulse, but I also don't take too long analyzing every single possible option. Like Liam, for example. *Sigh* Whatever, are we done?”

Other Gabriel: questionnaire one, questionnaire two

#3- Liam

What’s, in your opinion, the worst way to die?

“Oh, my opinion, you say? Haha, okay. The worst way to die is doing something you love. Okay? I keep hearing some shit like that, it's very annoying. ‘Oh, the guy who loved mountain climbing died mountain climbing! At least he died doing something he loved!’ No! If I'm doing something I love, I want to see the end of it! I want to keep living so I can DO IT. I would hate to die in the middle of a debate. I'd lose the argument by default! Either that or they have sympathy for me and decide to declare me the winner posthumously, but what kinda bullshit win is that? I didn't earn it? What if I died in the middle of shooting a movie? Then some other director takes my place and makes it awful! No, I want to see my movie in theaters. I want to see it go to Blu-ray. You want me to die doing something I love? Screw that mentality! I'm not gonna die until I'm old enough to not be able to do the things I love!”

How fond would you say the local authorities are of you?

“Well, I got my dad out of a ticket by arguing with a police officer. Despite my win, I don't think he liked me. I was...fourteen? So I feel like they have this begrudging respect for me.”

Are you capable of murder?

“I believe so. At least manslaughter. And I'd get away with it, too. I took a forensics class in high school, so I learned which crimes got solved and which ones didn't. Gotta make sure the police tamper the hell out of the scene, though. Make it impossible to find evidence. Also, I could be misgendered as a woman either through visuals or DNA. Usually that'd be very annoying, but to get away with a crime? Honestly, it's a benefit in this case. I will admit that. Now, because I've never murdered anyone, I have no idea what would push me to that point in the first place. There is absolutely no precedent. However, knowing myself, it would take a while to truly piss me off. But I'm not gonna say I'd never do it. I believe everyone is capable of murder if you get them to a certain point in their life. It just varies on what the degree is. I do hope I never get to my point, but it would be stupid of me to claim some moral high ground on something I don't actually know for a 100-percent fact.”

Other Liam: OC in three, outfit, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, interview

#4- Xitlali

Imagine this: An entity appears in front of you to grant you one wish, what would you wish for?

“One wish? Okay, fine. That's not too hard. I wish prejudice would go away! I am tired of working twice as hard to get half as far as everyone else simply because I don't have powers!”

If you had the power to change one law of your world, what would it be?

“There are so many laws against Inutilia, it's literally impossible to pick one. I suppose I'd change the law about powers being on our applications. It's crap that I'm passed over for any team I try out for unless I prove I am the best.”

In your opinion, what is more important: sympathy or empathy?

“Unironically, sympathy. Yeah, yeah, empathy means that you feel what the other is feeling, but some people who genuinely struggle with empathy are the most sympathetic people I know. I don't need anyone to know my pain, I just need them to see that I'm in pain. Me and everyone else like me. I don't need anyone taking pity on me, but maybe if one higher-up just felt a little bad, then I'd have more rights.”

More Xitlali: questionnaire one, questionnaire two, bingo

#5- Akash

Do you have a stuffed toy/plushie/toy that you have fond memories of? Do you have it, and if so/not, then why?

“Huh. I guess I do. Robbie and I, when we were in...I think fourth grade, went on a day trip to Houston with our families. Ha, I wonder if we actually were in the same general area as our friends now! That'd be sick. Anyway, we went to the Science Museum, and honestly it was dope. Thankfully our moms loved taking pictures of us so we have a lot of memories, but the toy part comes in during the gift shop. I got this green brachiosaurus and Robbie got this orange triceratops and Sammy somehow ended up with a pink sparkly T-Rex. I still have the brachiosaurus. I named him Steven.”

Do you have a nervous habit/quirk, and what is it?

*runs hand through hair, laughing awkwardly* “Well it's-- Oh no, shit, I just did it.”

What's your favourite flavour of ice cream?

“Neapolitan. It's three flavors in one?! How is this not everyone's favorite, I don't get it.”

Other Akash: OC in three, OC in fifteen, interview, Picrew, two truths and a lie, kiss, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, outfit, fun facts

#6- Jedi

How do you celebrate your birthday?

“I do not do much for my birthday. But Carmen always gets me something.”

Do you have siblings and if so who are you closest with?

“I have one sibling, Kirstie, who I suppose is who I am closest to by default. We talk as often as we can.”

What job would you hate the most?

“I suppose a job where I feel like I'm not making an impact. [Suspicious pause] Or maybe it's just if I couldn't do any science!”

Other Jedi: OC in three, questionnaire one, questionnaire two, smash or pass acearo version, art, fun facts, Picrew

#7- Rose

What is your happiest memory?

“That is a pretty hard question. I guess the first time I hung out with Lexi one on one. Usually she wants larger groups to hang out in, but she invited me to the art museum downtown once. Her mom went with us, obviously, but we were free to roam the actual museum. It was incredible.”

What do you wish to achieve?

“One day, I hope to become a fashion designer. I'd love my own studio. Mainly I just want to hold my designs.”

How far will you go to reach your goals?

“I'm not sure. I don't think I'm that ambitious. If it doesn't happen, I'm sure I'll cope and just find something else.”

✨ Rose intro✨

#8- Sam

Are you petty?

“Hold on, let me think about it. [Several seconds of silence] Oh, no, I think I am! I compete with Kaitlyn over stupid things all the time and I'm annoying to her on purpose when she's annoying to me!” *throws her face into her hands* “Ugh!”

Do you forgive easily?

*face still buried* “Obviously not.” *raises head* “Actually, I think I do. I move on pretty quick. If Kaitlyn apologized, it'd be pretty hard to forgive, but I might eventually, y'know? What if she changes? The first few times it happened, I did forgive her when she apologized. But I also wasn't afraid to storm off when it happened. Am I easy to forgive? Ugh, it feels like I'm running in circles! Please ask me another question!”

Would you describe yourself as very emotional?

“I'm almost crying now, what does that tell you?” *wipes her face and shakes it off* “It's okay! I'm totally fine actually! Nice meeting you, byyyyye!”

Other Sam: questionnaire one, questionnaire two

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Your questions: 1) Is there a part of your personality you wish to change? 2) What is something you know that many people don't? 3) What does love mean to you?

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THANK YOU FOR PUTTING SULLY ON YOUR ARTFIGHT I CAN NOW DRAW HER YAYYYYY

also any updates bout the fate of tirazia !!!! I am invested

YAYAY NP!!! I'm so excited to see your art! (Edit: I took so long to answer this that I have seen it!!!!!)

I also really gotta add more characters to my art fight- including more FOT NPCs maybe ?? Maybe ??? I have one in particular I wanna do but I'm not sure how to do it bc I don't want Blue to see him bc he hasn't shown up in the campaign yet lol

For the actual campaign itself! I'm not sure where I left off lol. [Looks at that one long post] Ah! Session 7 it seems, then Blue sent some memes about session 8.

We haven't done any over the summer bc now we're 8 people total and also. Timezones. But! We ended on session 9, and holy shit were these some crazy last two sessions.

Brief session 7 recap:

Sadly, Hans's player couldn't come, so he canonically spends the entire session digging holes in the ground (... long story) and inspecting the mysterious magical skull he got after we raided the Order of the Five castle (where Sully buried that one person alive). However! For the first time, we have a new player who takes over playing Paul. Through this, the rest of the party goes on a wild goose chase to get a magical artifact with him except Anawrete, who visits her parents' place, and we get lore there. At the end of the session, Alloces goes off to investigate mysterious smuggler's den with ties to Anawrete at the Order of the Five castle and Silen follows him. It ends up having a tunnel leading off into the Underdark, and Silen loses sight of Alloces and starts walking down there.

That's session 7!

Now, session 8:

Sully, Paul, Mal, and after a minute Alloces go and reunite with Hans. Hans is outside the Shipbuilder's Guild, having dug a bunch of holes without finding what he wanted to (a lead brick we buried in like session 4ish) This is very concerning, bc it was supposed to be a message to a demon to kill this one guy (we were trying to solve a mystery and didn't know what else to do..... so we did that. Then we tried to unearth it bc we finished the mystery). Also, it wasn't supposed to disappear, even if it did work! So. Um?

However, the party decides that it's not that important, bc we're preoccupied with something else: the skull. Turns out Hans figured out that it's "locked" and that he can brute force unlock whatever magic it has inside it by blasting it with all four types of elemental magic at once. We figure out that between Hans, Alloces, Paul, and Sully, we have the needed elemental magic to do this. Unfortunately, Sully has suddenly become very up-in-arms, saying that combining elemental magic is against everything she believes in, and that she could never help with this. Hans refuses to listen, however, but he's stuck bc Sully is the only one with Earth magic in the party (and Earth magic is hard to obtain as a spell lol). Therefore, he decides to do something... not the greatest. He whispers to Alloces to use Suggest on her, and bc Alloces likes chaos, he complies. (Fun fact: ooc, I was actually the one to propose the Suggest idea. I thought it would be silly. <3) It works, and Sully now has to participate in this ritual against her will.

Meanwhile, Mal is watching all of this go down. She sees Sully rapidly change character, and realizes that something is up. She pulls Sully aside, asking if Sully is okay. Sully, unable to say otherwise, says yes, she's okay, she's just decided to do the ritual now. Mal fails her insight check, and decides that Sully must be okay if she says she is. Mal's player then does something which makes me go CRAZY insane and makes me want to chew on glass (/pos) and decides that NOW is the time to do a scene which she's been thinking about for a while. The Context: back in session 6 during our big fight, Sully got Mal out of death saves with a healing potion. Healing potions are a bit expensive, and Mal had her own which she didn't use before she got downed (overestimating her abilities), but Sully probs didn't even think twice and used her own on Mal. However, Mal obviously has been thinking about it, because she gives Sully that potion, then. Mal, very obviously very nervous, apologizes for "letting Sully down" and for being a burden during the fight, and not being strong enough to stay up herself. AND SULLY CAN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING BC SHE'S PREOCCUPIED WORRYING ABOUT THE RITUAL + BEING UNDER SUGGESTION. Mal then leaves very quickly, and Sully is left there, speechless.

Then the fucking ritual happens and we all unlock the Skull, and Sully snaps out of her Suggestion. The Skull has some kind of spirit inside it, and is filled with Aetheric energy (which......... happens to be something Sully ALSO is very against). Sully then starts yelling at Hans, telling him to drop the Skull and berating him for getting Alloces to possess her (she also hates Alloces but like. She's always hated Alloces. She really liked Hans. This is a betrayal of literally everything she believes in). The spirit of the skull starts speaking and reveals himself to be Logan Mortem, the original founder of the Order of the Five, and with that name Paul freezes as well. Apparently Paul somehow knows him- and is horrified. Then we fight bc Hans still refuses to drop it: Hans and Alloces versus Sully and Paul. Sully and Paul lose as we both roll very low lol (also Sully was mostly trying to knock the skull out of Hans's hand), and Sully, fuming, injured and panicking, decides to leave. Hans and Alloces have a conversation with the skull where it reveals some of its goals. Alloces apparently knows Logan, and Logan is maybe his dad/creator (????). Hans has been chosen to be the next heir of the Order of the Five apparently. Logan wants to "bring order to chaos". Hans is like. "hm. btw, you're not evil, right?" and Logan is like "........no." Hans is like "seems legit 👍". Paul tries to attack Hans one more time, this time with his moon staff (the artifact we were looking for session 7), but it backfires and hurts him somehow. After Alloces and Hans leave, its revealed that when it backfired, Paul got some of his memories taken from him and forgot what he was doing and where he was. He also leaves for the Shipbuilder's hall.

MEANWHILE. Silen is in the fuckin UHHHH Underdark.

When he's walking down, he hears a thunk behind him and ends up running further in. He keeps going down, and down, and down, until he ends up in the Underdark. Honestly, nothing really happens here except him hearing some Drow or Duergar and realizing that he's in the Underdark, and heading back up the way he came. However, when he comes back up, he hears voices in Common (rather than Undercommon). The group of people hear/see him, and they're wearing colorful robes of some kind and have a huge piece of stone in the shape of a body with them. He's like "haha hiiiii". The people, ofc, ask wtf he's doing here, and with his very poorly made excuses, they decide to take him with them. He tries to escape, and they stop him- and when they use elemental magic to stop him, he finally realizes that their robes look quite similar to Sully's.

They take Silen and the rock with them underwater with water magic, and they go into a cliff face opened to show another tunnel in the earth.

Switching over to Sully's perspective, she decides to head over to the Monastery, for the first time as shown in this campaign (tho I think somewhere she goes there and leaves a note about Ansa after session 6 before session 7 for continuity). The party knows nothing about it other than it existing. Even though she's shaken about the fight, she was planning to go here anyways, and talks to Jenevra, a water-aligned monk, saying she's here about the "Anatheme". Jenevra leads her to a secret passageway she's never been in before, and there, she sees, against all odds- fucking Silen.

Adreyão, the lead figure in the party of monks, says that Silen claims to know Sully. Sully, ofc, confirms it, but asks wtf Silen was up to. He really doesn't have a good reason, but Sully takes it as Silen being Silen (which it is), and she says that they can let him go. But before they do, she explains what happened with the fight, and warns Silen not to trust Hans or Alloces, saying that they've been corrupted and don't have his interests at heart. (Kind of unreliable narrator- Sully is very very biased, close-minded, and is actively working to split the party against the two of them). Silen... kind of believes her, but ofc refuses to acknowledge that Alloces is bad bc bro is head over heals in love (why).

Silen is led out by Jenevra, and Adreyão guides Sully through a ritual of their own. She drinks a mysterious liquid, and is suddenly able to change the stone into orange-tinted quartz, revealing what was inside the rock that they transported- Ansa. Chained and cast in crystal, Ansa is transported into a larger room, where many many others like her sit. Surrounded by countless Anathemes cast in ice or crystal, Sully feels much more calm than before.

For the rest of the session, it's a lot of character interactions as we all try to deal with all the shit which just went down (and PAUL LORE). Unfortunately, Anawrete missed all of it (sorry Blue :((( ) so a lot of it is catching her up as she's like I WAS GONE FOR TWO MINUTES.....

When we take a long rest, some people hear weird rustling and chaos coming from Paul's room, and Sully (+unbeknownst to her, Alloces's shadow) investigate and find papers everywhere and a weird blue stone, which the shadow takes.

Meanwhile, Paul sees Anawrete on his morning walk, and tells her a bit about his moon rod, then about the fight and shit which happened the other day. Then he tells her to go touch the rock up in his room, saying he's "not been quite honest".

All the party starts meeting up and chatting in the common room. Mal is chatting with Anawrete about her new fit, Silen is trying to dissuade Hans from the skull (telling him about it possessing him earlier and saying "abomination") (end of session 6 idk if I mentioned this lol), Sully walks in and tries to talk to Mal, but is distracted by the conversation of what the skull is where Alloces says some ominous shit. It's very tense, but Paul walks in, interrupting the conversation by saying "who wants scoOOOOnes :D" (LMFAO)

We briefly talk about the stone, which Alloces gives up. Apparently Paul is losing his memories and says that we can access them through the stone- but that he doesn't want to be there for it. Sully take the stone, and says she'll do it in a bit, then takes Mal to talk to her. (Honestly even tho it was in character I felt bad about being like NO LORE NOW but I'm glad we saved it for the next session bc it was a long sequence of events lol).

Sully and Mal have a conversation, where Sully first says the same thing she did to Silen- explaining the fight, saying that Hans and Alloces don't have their interests at heart, etc. She says that Mal was correct that Sully was not herself at the time, and thanks her for being there, and also says that... Mal never let her down. But Mal has been slowly getting more panicked as Sully has been talking, and says "but now I've let you down twice now! Because I didn't even realize you were influenced by them!!" and Sully doesn't even know what to say to that. She tries to reassure Mal, but it doesn't really work, and they. AUGH THEMMM PIX I'M SO UNWELL ABOUT THEM...... THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE FOR SHIT..................

Anyways, Silen and Anawrete talk, because she figured out that he was at the smuggler's den (tbh I forget how lol, maybs Alloces said it or just Silen himself). She interrogates him, and although he was VERY scared of her, he somehow doesn't mention that Sully's people were there, but he definitely throws Alloces under the bus. He then immediately runs to Sully and says that Anawrete lives there at the den (???) (she does not. bro was confused and scared out of his mind). Anawrete sees him talking to Sully (who mostly ignores him) and I think guesses that Sully was somehow related to all this.

However, at that moment Paul decides he wants to talk to Sully. They go off on their own, and have a very interesting conversation, where it's revealed that Paul definitely has a (negative) history with Logan and he's on her side. He says a lot of other ominous things ("you might have to become a demon to fight one" and "if I start feeling the effects of the skull, finish me off" are notable), and it's pretty obvious that they're against the skull for different reasons, but that they're on the same team.

Anawrete, with so much new info, goes back to her family complex briefly and talks to her mom about it. Her family has been tracking the Order of the Five and their movements, and found that the remaining troops have been heading up to Nortepont (a northern dwarf city), which is very interesting.

Finally, Alloces and Silen have a hilarious talk where Alloces tries to do a deal with him (favor for crossbow Alloces found in the den bc Silen is a ranger) and Silen's like "sure :D. As long as you take me to lunch again" and Alloces, done with this shit, decides against it.

AND THAT'S SESSION 8! SO MUCH SHIT WENT DOWN !!

But uhhhhh we've gone up to session 9. So. There's still more to talk about, though sadly I do not have the time rn. I will get to it later, and I hope you like this very long update!!!!

(I also got a lot of analyses and theories and art AND a whole ass cipher puzzle thing I gave to my campaign so there's. That too)

Also @blue-rhapsody feel free to add on anything! (Or even summarize session 9 I would be so happy if you did that lol)

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Destiny 2 Posting Inbound

I just finished Heresy and after we get the pre-expansion cutscene, I think I'm done. I started back in Witch Queen and while I was incredibly lost, I had some people try to guide me through it. I abused the $1 PC game pass trial for the longest time to play through the old campaigns for Last Wish and the stasis subclass. I scraped by at my own pace and cleared every raid except for Deep Stone Crypt. I was disappointed alongside everyone else with Lightfall. I was going into TFS with weak expectations after the first wave of layoffs and Lightfall being what it was. But the Into The Light event brought back that glimmer of hope that TFS would be a fantastic ride (and it was!) only to have that hope of the game having a bright future again squandered for good with the second round of layoffs.

I had already bought the deluxe edition on that tarnished good faith, so I stuck around for the Episodes I already paid for to see the content that the team was working so hard on before the axe was dropped.

Echoes was mediocre but brought me my favorite exotic weapon in Choir of One.

Revenant felt like a premonition of what was to come with the buggiest the game had ever been, bizarre character choices and poor rewards for daring to spend time with the game.

Heresy was by far the best of the bunch and had that combination of engaging character motivations, decent polish compared to Revenant and abundant weapon drops.

It is sad to say that I don't think I'll ever have that social incentive to play again. Most of the people that got me into it have set sail long ago or have this game so low on their list of priorities that it isn't worth bothering to ask. The new player experience is such a nightmare and the company was mismanaged so poorly that I do not dare invite other people to join other than blitz through TFS and The Witch Queen campaigns and drop it ASAP. I am not convinced that the game's story will be interesting enough to grab me again after they fired most of the narrative team. I can't shake this feeling that the game will be lesser from this point on with the people who put their hearts into it long gone even if Apollo and Behemoth look good. I have no faith at this point essentially.

As for what now, I have a bucket list of things I want to do before closing the book. I want to get my dang Buried Bloodline catalyst! I kinda want to get my Shadowheart and Navigator Catalysts too (mostly the latter). I only just got Microcosm a few weeks ago. I want to do the new dungeon at least once! I want to run Deep Stone Crypt with friends for the first time! If Trials of The Nine sounds fun, I might give it a few tries but I'm not going to dedicate myself to the challenge like I did with Pantheon.

But after that. After I get those last drops of joy from this stone. After being on this wild ride for 3 years though the highs and lows, I'm done. No new expansions on day 1. No more weekly logins to check the Eververse bright dust store. No more reading the patch notes.

I won't uninstall the game (unless space becomes an issue) in case a friend group wants to run an old raid or a dungeon because as much as I hate to admit it, no other game comes close to having to coordinate like that with your squad in a PvE environment with the flexibility this game provides.

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If you’re seeing this first and haven’t caught up with chapter 16 cause you follow me DON’T LOOK YET!! (there will be a link at the end of the chapter if you aren’t caught up yet, so don’t worry 😉)

And if you don’t currently read my byler fic I’m a Wreck (Without You Here) …why not start? Give it a try, I might just make you cry ;)

Below the cut is a small POV of Will talking to Dustin :D

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I’m kidding, I’m kidding!!

I just couldn’t help myself. I saw an opportunity and took it 🤣

Here you go! <3

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Will catches Dustin’s eye in the rearview mirror. They shared a similar silent reaction to Mike cutting off the music. And again less than a minute later when he practically jumped out the car, because Will barely had put it into park. And by the time they both step out of the car, Mike was almost halfway across the street. But they don’t race to catch up with him, they linger behind, taking off their suit jackets and placing them in the car.

Dustin tilts his head slightly, then glances at Will. “Does he seem a little off to you?”

Good question.

They both watch as Mike slips from their view when he enters the bar.

“A little...”

Should he be worried? Will was only just getting to know Mike again. Overall he mostly seemed like an older version of the guy he used to know once upon a time. But there were almost fifteen years of bitterness that had kept them apart, so Will would be kidding himself if he really thought he knew him well enough to know better. It actually made him mad—mad because it was his own damn fault for becoming such a stranger to Mike. And Dustin wasn’t exactly wrong, Mike was acting a little off today. He started to notice it right after the burial service at the reception, but he brushed it off because it also made total sense to him—his sister had died and they literally just buried her. How else is he supposed to act? If it had been Jonathan, Will imagines he wouldn’t be acting much different at all. What Mike needs is time—time to process the loss. He’s bound to act a little ‘off’. Right?

“‘Course I don’t exactly know what else to expect from him…I mean, I’d probably be a little off too if Jonathan had died—maybe even more than a little off, actually.”

They both finally start walking towards the bar.

“True...I suppose…it was just a weird vibe I got.”

“Weird vibe how?” Will asks.

“Not sure. He seemed…I don’t even know—I’m not exactly best friends with him anymore—”

“And I am?”

“Hey, from my perspective, you two seemed all patched up and act like you’ve been friends this whole damn time—also another vibe I’ve been getting, by the way—I only meant that you’ve spent way more time with him the past few days compared to me, so I was curious about your opinion.”

After crossing the street Will stops walking, then Dustin stops too. “Well, l don’t have much else to compare it to…he’s still Mike, he’s…I don’t know what I’m saying—what I mean to say is, it’s been a long time. And what I do know, I could fit in the palm of my hand compared to what he’s lived through without me for almost fifteen years. I’m sure he could say the same. And maybe what seems off to us is normal for him. Either way, if I were in his shoes—if it had been Jonathan—I’d probably be acting no different than him.”

Why did that sound like a bunch of excuses? Because it was the truth. Will didn’t know everything. Which again stirs up an unpleasant feeling in his chest.

“Right…you’re right,” he sighs, “but I’m glad you both are friends again.”

“Yeah, me too…I really missed him—way more than I wanted to ever admit,” Will laughs. “But don’t tell him that though—it’ll go straight to his head.”

Dustin mimics the turning of an imaginary key over his mouth, then pretends to throw it over his shoulder.

Will uses the opportunity to change the subject as they start to inch closer to the door. “So…you ready to sing?” And then he reaches for the handle.

He groans. “Would saying ‘no’ change my fate?”

“Nope…” Will opens the door, allowing Dustin to enter first before following him in. “It wouldn’t…you’re doomed.”