#shaking my fists in the air like I WANT TO TELL THE PEOPLE LIVING IN THE INTERNET ABOUT THE LESBIANS

[koilarist]

I need you to know that every day I nearly infodump OC lore at you guys like an absolute madman. And I have the strongest raw self restraint on the planet for not having done it yet.

#dgmw all it'll take is a crumb of enabling and i will burst like a balloon but #shaking my fists in the air like I WANT TO TELL THE PEOPLE LIVING IN THE INTERNET ABOUT THE LESBIANS #I scarcely get to talk about the things that arent actively Sexy too and ohhhh my god i have so much nonsexual deep deep lore #its lurking beneath all the tiddies #im already planning the follow up comic to Former Glory btw so you know i have lost my marbles #(Former Glory is the one about Harrow if you didnt already know) #not art #breakroom gossip

[toji-girl]

this is for @dizazter-dragoon who asked for #30 from these prompts with t. fushiguro! I am so glad we found each other again! I deactivated my last blog so this is my new one lmaooo I hope you're doing well! and I'll do Hawks in a separate post ♡

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + makeup sex + slight daddy kink + creampie + slight dry humping + jealous! Toji wants to knock you up + comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

"I can't believe you would say that to my boss! That man signs off on my paychecks!" You growled as you reached up for the heavy earrings you put on earlier to take them off, the weight of them being gone was almost orgasmic as you pushed open the front door with a huff.

Your husband Toji followed after you grumbling something under his breath. "He wouldn't stop staring at your tits, what's the big deal?" He asked kicking his shoes off as the both of you stood in the entryway.

You looked at him and slipped your high heels off putting them on the rack then Toji's next, the force of slamming them down made the metal rack shake. "The big deal is that you told him that you were going to pluck his eyes out and put them in his dirty martini!"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the look that overtook the older man's face as he snaked his arm around your waist while you gushed with apologies and how your husband has no manners.

Toji shrugged his jacket off as he followed after you again, one large hand unknotted his tie as you paced the living room glaring at him when he plopped down on the couch man spreading obnoxiously.

"I don't care if that fucker built the entire damn buildin' from the ground up, no one looks at my wife that way, but me." He replied gruffly and frankly quite irritated that the night was turning sour.

The room was filled with a palpable tension that felt suffocating as you both stared at each other while you reached under your dress to roll your stockings off with an eye roll. "It was just a look Toji!"

He threw his head back and laughed as he finally got his tie loosened around his neck, his free hand grabbed the edge to wrap it around his fist as he sat back more. "Don't you always whine and bitch about women looking at me? What is that you say they do? Oh, that's right. 'Eye fucking me'. That's what your boss was doing to you." He hissed.

"I do not bitch and whine when other women look at you! It's just when they can see me next to you holding your hand they still look at you like that and you're one to talk! Mr. I Threaten People With Physical Violence For Looking At My Wife!" You shot back angrily.

Green eyes watched you shimmy your dress up higher until it bunched around your waist giving him a good view of your silk panties and he knew you were wearing the matching bra set.

He wanted to reach out and grab your wrist to pull you on his lap and give you an attitude adjustment but instead, he let you have your moment as you paced the living room undressing yourself for him.

"You just can't go around trying to knock heads together Toji because guess what!? You have a pretty wife and I have a sexy-as-sin husband, you are sex on legs! It-" You stopped and threw your hands in the air with a sigh of defeat as you sat down in your chair.

Toji rubbed at the shadow of stubble that began to grow as he finished unbuttoning his shirt letting it hang out as the both of you sat there stewing in your own anger, and you and him both knew that the whole fight was truly ridiculous, and really petty at this point.

Silence filled the room, but it still sounded so loud.

It was clear that this was going to happen. Women would check your husband out, even some men did and you would be complimented and flirted with whenever you two went out for dinner or something.

You both needed to get over it.

"I don't want to fight, but you can't tell my boss that, again, without him, I wouldn't have a job, and after tonight, he won't even look at me in the eyes. You got in his face...which was hot...seeing you like that." Your voice was quiet when you admitted it as you crawled into his lap.

Toji's lips curled into a smirk, the scar on the corner parted when he spoke. "I won't do it again, but I can't promise anything." He snaked both thick arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes playfully running your fingers through his hair and looking into his eyes grateful that you had a husband who wouldn't let anyone disrespect you, no matter who it was or they thought they were.

"I hope you don't have anything important going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk." He murmured letting his fingertips trail down your neck and then to your bra strap that he unclasped with ease letting it fall into his lap hearing you gasp.

He traced your curves making you suck in a breath, he knew the art of teasing you until he had you melted into a puddle. Large hands cupped your ass as you found his mouth in a needy kiss.

Your tongue danced with his as he ripped your panties off, the audible rip of them made you pull away from him ready to give him an ear full. "Don't worry doll, daddy will buy you a new one." He teased knowing that nickname made you ten types of flustered.

When he leaned in for another kiss you nipped his bottom lip and scooted back his thick and powerful thighs rumpling his slacks as you pulled his belt from the loops on his pants before popping his button and tugging his boxers down the best you could.

"Impatient, much?"

Toji loved to tease you anytime he could but this time you ignored him and freed his cock that stood tall and thick, a few small veins pulsed under the warm and silky flesh while the biggest one throbbed under your palm as you wrapped it around him slowly.

His head fell back as you jerked your fist up and down while you moved to straddle one thigh humping it as you leaned in to let a glob of spit drip down to your enclosed fist, the wet shlick shlick of the handjob filled both of your ears as you sought his mouth again.

Your tongue slid against his eating his soft moans as you rutted your pussy against his slacks feeling the lack of friction irritate you which is something your husband didn't miss, not with how you pouted.

Before you knew it you were staring up at the ceiling with your husband slotted between your legs spreading them obscenely open to accommodate him and his hulk of a body, he slid his hands up to the back of your knees pushing your legs back to your ears almost.

"I think you just need me to fuck the attitude out of you, don't ya?" He grinned down at you slapping the length of his cock against your slicked-up pussy that fluttered around nothing, desperate to be filled.

You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss him deeply as your other hand reached down to rub the tip up and down gathering more slick before pushing him inside slowly.

With his sack resting against the curve of your ass Toji pulled out agonizingly slow letting you feel how hard he was until just the tip was inside your gushing pussy he pushed back in quickly and sharply.

He huffed in your ear as he pressed down more into you keeping you pinned onto the couch cushions as he rolled his hips making sure to angle his cock deep inside you, hearing you gasp his name made him go harder fuking you into the couch almost making the frame shake.

The image of those men complimenting you about your promotion but why the hell were their eyes glued to your chest? "I should knock you up, fill up those pretty tits with milk, and then maybe those fuckers will know better than to look at my wife." He grunted deeply.

"Yes! Toji!" Those two words were the only thing you could babble out as he pushed you closer to your orgasm that ripped open at the seams taking you down into a pit of pleasure that consumed you.

Feeling your pussy milk him, Toji's own climax didn't take long either.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowing his pace down to give both of you reprive as he filled you, thick and warm with his cum that coated the both of you as you both lay there panting.

"I love you, baby." You whispered when he pulled back to look at you, your words caused him to smile and give you a sweet kiss pouring all his love and emotions into one simple act.

#tw: daddy kink #tw: breeding #Toji smut #Toji x reader smut #toji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #fushiguro toji x reader #jjk x reader smut #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #Toji Fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushigro x reader

[taytjiefourie]

Show Don't Tell: Anger

Greetings, lovely people! It's great to be back with another post in my 'Show Don't Tell' series! I hope you've all been doing well. Without further ado, let's dive right into today's topic: anger.

Anger is a powerful and complex emotion that can manifest in many ways. It can range from a mild irritation to a full-blown rage, and can be triggered by a variety of factors, including frustration, injustice, or hurt. While it's natural to want to avoid anger in our personal lives, it can actually be a useful tool when it comes to creative writing.

When it comes to writing, anger can add depth and complexity to characters and their interactions. By showing a character's anger, we can reveal their motivations, values, and flaws, and create a more dynamic and realistic portrayal of human emotion. Additionally, anger can create tension and conflict in a story, driving the plot forward and keeping readers engaged.

But hey, I'm not here to talk about the nitty-gritty of anger. I'm here to help you learn how to effectively show your character's anger in your writing! So let's dive right in, starting with the powerful tool of body language.

Clenched fists

Tightly crossed arms

Stiff or rigid posture

Facial expressions like frowning, scowling, or furrowing their brows

Pacing or restlessness

Grinding teeth or jaw clenching

Aggressive gestures like pointing or shaking a finger

Staring or glaring

Raised voice or shouting

Heavy breathing or sighing

Pounding a fist on a surface

Tightened or bulging neck muscles

Sweating or flushed skin

Looking away or avoiding eye contact

Physical violence, such as hitting or throwing objects

Tensing or flexing muscles

Clenching or unclenching fists repeatedly

Baring teeth or showing a snarl

Raising eyebrows or narrowing eyes

Rolling eyes or making sarcastic facial expressions

Biting or chewing on their lips

Tapping their foot or fingers impatiently

Leaning in aggressively or invading personal space

Hunching over or making themselves appear smaller

Using a monotone or clipped tone of voice

Holding their breath or exhaling loudly

Clapping hands sarcastically or making dismissive hand gestures

Making fists and shaking them at someone

Puffing up their chest or standing tall to appear more imposing

Stomping their feet or making loud footsteps.

Scrunching their nose or flaring nostrils

Puckering or twisting their mouth

Tugging or pulling at their hair or clothing

Crossing or uncrossing their legs or ankles abruptly

Bending or clenching their toes or curling their toes tightly

Bouncing or tapping their knee rapidly

Grinding or rubbing their hands together

Picking at their nails or skin

Covering their face or eyes with their hands

Throwing their head back in frustration or exasperation.

Raising or lowering their voice

Slamming things down too hard that they are carrying.

Pursing their lips and nodding.

Running their tongue on the inside of their cheek.

Stalking instead of walking

Scratching their head or neck vigorously

Pulling or tugging at their ears

Biting their tongue or inside of their cheek

Flinching or tensing up when someone approaches them

Nodding their head sharply or repeatedly

Squeezing or gripping an object tightly, such as a pen or a phone

Slamming doors or drawers

Puffing out their cheeks or blowing air out forcefully

Fidgeting or shifting their weight from foot to foot

Raising one or both eyebrows in surprise or anger.

Shrugging off someone's touch or pushing them away

Curling their lips or sneering

Tilting their head back and closing their eyes

Scrunching up their face in disgust or disapproval

Stomping their foot or kicking an object

Folding their arms tightly across their chest

Clutching their stomach or chest

Rubbing their hands together quickly

Stiffening their body or freezing in place

Turning their back on someone or walking away abruptly.

Making a fist and pressing it into their other hand

Running a hand through their hair in frustration

Holding their hand to their forehead or temple

Biting their lower lip or the inside of their cheek

Tensing their jaw and grinding their teeth

Clenching their fists behind their back or in their pockets

Tugging at their collar or tie

Staring daggers or giving someone a withering look

Curling their toes or flexing their feet

Drumming their fingers or tapping their nails on a surface.

Covering their mouth with their hand and closing their eyes.

Scratching or rubbing the back of their neck

Rubbing their eyes or face vigorously

Putting their hands on their hips and leaning forward

Standing up abruptly or pacing back and forth

Pushing a chair or other object out of the way

Clapping their hands sharply or slamming them on a surface

Breathing heavily or audibly

Hunching their shoulders or shrugging in frustration

There are so many ways to bring your character's anger to life in your writing, and your readers will feel it in their bones! Body language is just one tool in your arsenal, but there are plenty of others to explore. Next up, let's talk about sensory details. While there may be some overlap with body language, there are also unique ways to use sensory details to convey anger.

Sensory details are all about bringing your reader into your character's experience by describing what they feel, see, hear, taste, and smell. But it's not just about surface-level sensations; it's about capturing what your character feels on the inside too. Think about the way anger might make your character's heart race or their vision narrow, or the way it might leave a sour taste in their mouth or make them hyper-aware of certain smells.

Clenched teeth or jaw

Rapid heartbeat or pounding in the chest

Flushed or reddened face

Sweating or clammy skin

Heavy breathing or panting

Muscles tensing or knotting up

Twitching or trembling limbs

Ringing in the ears or muffled sounds

Vision tunneling or blurring

Sensitivity to light or sound

Tingling or numbness in the fingers or toes

Pounding or throbbing headache

Dry mouth or tightness in the throat

Stomach churning or nausea

Tingling or itching sensation on the skin

Increased sensitivity to smells or tastes

Loss of appetite or overeating

Difficulty concentrating or focusing

Racing thoughts or an inability to think straight

Feeling dizzy or lightheaded.

Tense or stiff neck and shoulders

Clammy or shaking hands

Uncontrollable shaking or shivering

Rapid speech or stuttering

Breathy or strained voice

High-pitched or shrill tone

Swelling or throbbing veins

Rapid blinking or eye twitching

Heavy or labored sighs

Chills or goosebumps

Rapid or irregular heartbeat

Flushed or blotchy skin

Pacing or restless movements

Increased energy or restlessness

Headache or pressure in the temples

Chest tightness or discomfort

Dry or sweaty palms

Fidgeting or tapping feet or fingers

Frowning or scowling

Clenching or grinding teeth.

Action is the next layer in showing your character's anger. It's all about capturing the choices they make and the way they interact with their surroundings and other characters while feeling that intense emotion. Maybe they lash out and say things they regret later, or they bottle up their anger and internalize it until it explodes. Maybe they turn to self-destructive behaviors like substance abuse or reckless driving, or they channel their anger into a creative outlet like writing or painting. Whatever actions your character takes, they can reveal a lot about their personality, values, and motivations, and help your readers connect with them on a deeper level.

Yelling or screaming

Throwing objects or slamming doors

Punching or hitting walls

Physically attacking someone

Storming out of a room or location

Refusing to engage in conversation

Passive-aggressive behavior

Giving the silent treatment

Ignoring or avoiding the source of their anger

Interrupting others or talking over them

Criticizing or belittling others

Blaming others for their problems

Making sarcastic or cutting remarks

Engaging in risky behavior or taking unnecessary risks

Excessive drinking or drug use

Engaging in self-harm or other destructive behaviors

Seeking revenge or planning retaliation

Seeking control or power over others

Using manipulation or coercion to get what they want

Betraying or sabotaging others

Withholding affection or love

Sarcasm

Eye-rolling

Mocking or imitating others

Giving ultimatums

Exaggerating or lying about their feelings or experiences

Making threats

Refusing to compromise

Refusing to listen or hear other perspectives.

Getting physically tense or rigid

Clenching their fists or teeth

Biting their nails or lips

Fidgeting or tapping their foot

Pacing back and forth

Making abrupt or sudden movements

Staring or glaring at someone

Crossing their arms or legs defensively

Scratching or rubbing their skin

Crying or showing signs of distress

Withdrawal or isolation from others

Demanding attention or validation from others

Disrupting the peace or harmony in a space or environment

Refusing to follow rules or guidelines

Engaging in arguments or fights with others

Becoming overly competitive or aggressive in their pursuits

Ignoring advice or guidance from others

Showing a lack of empathy or compassion towards others

Being overly critical or nitpicky

Refusing to apologize or take responsibility for their actions.

Exhibiting physical symptoms like sweating or shaking

Making demands or issuing commands to others

Engaging in reckless or dangerous behavior

Becoming overly defensive or argumentative

Engaging in self-destructive behavior or self-sabotage

Refusing to acknowledge or address the source of their anger

Blaming themselves for problems that are not their fault

Seeking out conflict or confrontation with others

Using passive-aggressive behavior to communicate their anger

Engaging in obsessive or compulsive behaviors

Struggling to focus or concentrate due to their anger

Engaging in self-soothing behaviors like rocking or pacing

Using humor to mask or downplay their anger

Becoming distant or disengaged from others.

Now, let's talk about setting. It's not just where your characters are, but how they react to it. This means the environment can be used to show off their anger or even help readers understand why they are feeling angry.

Secluding themselves in a quiet, isolated part of the environment

Moving quickly and aggressively through the environment

Becoming agitated or restless in a peaceful or serene environment

Ignoring or avoiding other characters in the environment

Intentionally damaging the environment or objects within it

Distancing themselves from others or backing away from objects in the environment

Taking actions that disrupt the peace or harmony of the environment, such as slamming doors or turning over tables

Focusing on negative aspects of the environment, such as dirt or clutter, and feeling anger towards those elements

Becoming fixated on a particular aspect of the environment and feeling anger towards anyone who interferes with it.

Avoiding eye contact with others in the environment

Making sarcastic or biting comments about the environment

Displaying impatience or frustration with slow-moving objects or people in the environment

Purposefully choosing a more hostile or uncomfortable location to match their angry emotional state

Remember how a bright, sunny day with chirping birds and fresh flowers can instantly put you in a happy mood? Well, the same goes for the location in your story. Even without a character present, scenery can influence the way readers perceive the mood. So, when it comes to anger, the location can be used to set the tone just as much as the character's actions and emotions.

Weather: Dark clouds, lightning, thunder, and heavy rain can create an ominous and angry atmosphere.

Time of Day: Nighttime or sunset can create a moody and angry atmosphere.

Location: A rundown or dangerous part of town can create a sense of anger or unease.

Objects: Broken or destroyed objects can indicate a character's anger and frustration.

Colors: Dark or vibrant colors like red or black can be used to create a sense of anger.

Noises: Loud, jarring noises like alarms or sirens can create a sense of anger and urgency.

Crowds: A crowded or noisy environment can be used to create feelings of anger or irritation.

Architecture: Cold or sterile environments like hospitals or government buildings can create a sense of anger and frustration.

Nature: A barren or lifeless landscape can create a sense of anger or despair.

Animals: Aggressive or hostile animals can be used to create a sense of danger and anger.

Now, let's talk about dialogue. There's nothing quite like a character yelling and cussing up a storm to show their anger, right? It's one of the most powerful ways to convey intense emotions through words. So, buckle up and get ready to explore the ways in which dialogue can be used to show anger in your writing!

Cursing and using expletives

Speaking loudly and aggressively

Interrupting others and speaking over them

Using sarcastic or mocking tones

Making threats or using violent language

Using short, sharp sentences or phrases

Speaking through gritted teeth or a clenched jaw

Insulting or belittling others

Using repetitive or redundant language

Refusing to engage in conversation or responding with silence.

Using rhetorical questions that are meant to convey frustration

Interrupting themselves mid-sentence with a burst of anger

Repeating a particular phrase or word to emphasize their anger

Using a dismissive tone to indicate irritation or impatience

Speaking with a tone that is icy or cold

Using a monotone voice to convey anger and frustration

Resorting to name-calling or insults

Being defensive or argumentative in their responses

Speaking rapidly and stumbling over their words in their anger

Using a confrontational or challenging tone to express anger.

And what comes after all of that? Well, my dear friend, when you've exhausted their words, body language, senses, and actions, what's left? That's when you dive into their mind and explore their point of view. You can write about their thoughts and inner dialogue to really capture the depth of their anger.

Negative thoughts about others or the situation

Self-criticism and frustration

Dwelling on past events that caused the anger

Increased cynicism and pessimism

A desire for revenge or justice

Difficulty concentrating or focusing on tasks

Racing or intrusive thoughts

A feeling of being overwhelmed or out of control

A sense of injustice or unfair treatment

Blaming others or external circumstances for their anger

Now we come to the last item on our list - metaphors and analogies. They are frequently used in writing to create colorful and vivid descriptions, and can also effectively convey a character's anger. However, it's important to be careful with their use, as readers can become annoyed if they are overused.

"Her anger burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path."

"He felt like a coiled snake, ready to strike at any moment."

"Her anger was a thunderstorm, building and brewing until it finally erupted."

"His anger was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any second."

"She felt like a volcano, with her anger bubbling just below the surface."

"His anger was a raging river, with powerful currents and dangerous undertows."

"She felt like a caged animal, trapped and helpless in her anger."

"His anger was a sharp sword, cutting through everything in its way."

"She felt like a stormy sea, with her anger churning like the waves."

"His anger was a blazing inferno, burning everything in its wake."

"His anger boiled like lava in a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment."

"Her words sliced through me like a knife, leaving me raw and bleeding with anger."

"He was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to explode with fury."

"Her temper was a wildfire, spreading quickly and uncontrollably."

"His rage was a storm, brewing and building until it unleashed with a violent outburst."

"She was a snake, coiled and ready to strike with venomous anger."

"His fury was a thunderous roar, shaking the very foundations of the earth."

"Her temper was a beast, wild and untamed, impossible to control."

"His anger was a whirlpool, pulling me down into its dark depths."

"She was a volcano, her anger a fiery eruption that left nothing but destruction in its wake."

Well, that's all for today's post. It's always bittersweet to say goodbye, but don't worry, I'll be back soon with more juicy writing tips! Before I go, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this post. Did you find it helpful? Did you learn something new? And more importantly, what other emotions do you want me to tackle next? Let me know in the comments below!

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[confused-wanderer]

How would Jason react, or even know about Bruce nearly killing the joker?

He doesn’t hear it from Damian, Dick nor Barbara. It’s only when a few years have passed and relations between Bruce and him slowly start cooling that he starts being able to return to the Manor more often without feeling pangs of guilt, longing, nostalgia and overall the Lazarus Pit screaming to be let out.

However, he isn’t dumb. Whenever he complains to Tim about how Tim’s been treated better and loved more than he was, he’s quick to notice how Tim’s jaw tenses, with fingers spastic as if they wanted to curl into fists. Nor does he miss what Tim whispers under his breath twenty minutes later.

If only you knew..

Bruce keeps trying to make amends, tries engaging with him face to face before a few bullets got the message across and he retreated. But Jason could still feel him waiting, hovering, for the signal to light up and let him know he was needed.

He could go to hell though.. Every single time he looked at Bruce he felt safe, followed by fierce anger burning through his veins. He hated that he felt at ease when Bruce entered. Hated that he almost fell back into their old banter. Hated that he missed him. Hated that he still trusted him.

Hated that he still loved him.

One night, after giving Bruce the cold shoulder the entire time and watching in satisfaction as Bruce’s shoulder slumped in defeat, he felt the sudden need to comfort him. He’s the batman, he chided himself. If he could get over your death, he can get over this.

Standing out on the balcony, he never spoke to the presence already there.

“Master Jason..”

“Hey Alfred, it’s pretty cold out you sure you’d be fine?”

“I’ve faced worse winters.”

Jason sighed. That old man always had an air of expectancy around him, just like when he was robin, like a mother waiting for their child to tell them what they did wrong.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know what the bloody hell you think you’re doing?”

That caught Jason’s attention. Hatred and stoic ness quickly melted and all he could do was stare at him in shock.

“Why are you tormenting him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me??-“ “Language master Jason.”

“Alfred. You were there.”

“There was nothing master Bruce could do to save you-”

“I DONT CARE ABOUT THAT ALFRED! He-“

Shoulders slumped, he looked down.

“He replaced me.” Jason whispered. “He didn’t even wait till my body was cold he just fucking went ahead and replaced me. Even after knowing I died, he still put another child in that suit, MY suit! And then, HE DIDNT EVEN AVENGE ME!! He just took Joker back to Arkham, which is basically just like a vacation for him, and LEFT. After all these-”

A shivering cold current of electricity ran through his body and he could feel the Lazarus Pit rising, making his body grow colder by the second.

“After all this time.. he never did anything.” Jason muttered. “So yeah, not only was knowing I was dead for four years a slap to the face.. but to come back home to find another kid in my room and business as usual? As if I never existed? That just made me realise I didn’t matter.”

CLINK

The tea cup in Alfred’s hands was shaking, and a wave of concern overtook Jason. He was about to reach a hand out to steady it when Alfred put the cup down, sighed and looked at the moon.

“Master Bruce never gave Robin to Tim. I did.”

“.. Come again?”

“I gave it to him myself. After you died.. he was a shell of himself. He started pushing himself more, brutalising criminals to the point of hospitalisation. After you died.. a big part of him did too. He refused to be around people, friends, to be happy, to eat. He was punishing himself for your death by refusing to live. And I never forgot you either my boy.. Every night for months I stood by the windows, staying awake and looking outside..hoping to catch a glimpse of you. For the first time in my life I prayed for you to be beaten and bruised, but alive. Locked myself in your room, in your memories, as if standing over your bed was guarding you even in death..Master Bruce missed you so much he played tapes of your missions, just to hear your laugh.”

The older man shook his head and refused to look at him.

“He rejected Tim, but I couldn’t watch him destroy himself. I’d already lost one son..” Alfred paused, looking at Jason with such fondness and pain. “ I wasn’t going to lose another.”

A long pause lingered in the air, and Jason could hear his heart racing as it processed what he’d heard.

“As for Joker,” Jason looked up, and saw the most terrifying scowl he’d ever seen before, with eyes filled with hatred and a craving for retribution.

“Jason Bruce almost killed him too. Like you said, I was there. I was always there. He had chas- hunted Joker down, torturing him slowly and violently until the air was thick with his screams. How every bone was shattered, with so much blood you couldn’t even tell the tiles underneath were white.”

Alfred closed his eyes, and Jason couldn’t help feel that though he was remembering the scene, he was also reveling in it. “His body shattered, smile gone replaced with pain and the howls of misery that he emitted that night.. alas-”

“He didn’t kill him.”

Alfred’s eyes bore into his, and reflected the darkness of the shimmering sky.

“You’re not hearing me. He damn well nearly did. There are things worse than death in this world and Bruce made sure to make Joker feel every single.one. But Superman.. heard him. He heard the roars of fury and grief, and stopped him. All while Bruce stood over the broken body of what once was human. All while muttering your name over and over again, like it was a prayer that kept him grounded. With every hit he took, with every ounce of pain he delivered, he did it with your name on his lips.”

They both just stood there.. shadows in fading moonlight as the noises of life started waking the world with their song.

“Unfortunately, his voice was recorded on one of those surveillance cameras. Tim wiped it, but we kept one copy.. and though the footage is corrupted, the sound is crystal clear.”

Alfred hesitated, before gently cupping Jason’s hands and placing a cold weight on them.

“I hope you never hear it..my boy. I’d rather you burnt it. But if you want to hear the raw truth.. I wanted you to have proof.”

Sunlight burst through the horizon, and with it came the dawn of a new time.

Jason heard the tape as soon as he left.

And burnt it right after.

Alfred was right.

All he had heard were the guttural cries of a broken man..

A father, grieving for his son.

Jason finding out Dick killed joker post:

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[aurumacadicus]

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Moving back to New York was one of the worst decisions Tony had ever made. He'd do it again in a heartbeat, of course. Supervillainous crimes always seemed to happen there and he wanted to help, so here he was in his tower that he shared with the Avengers, ready for the next call to action.

He just wished supervillains would take the winter off, so he could go someplace warm, like his Malibu house or South America or something. Hell, at this point he'd accept a trip to fucking Arizona. He'd fit right in there, he groused to himself, shaking hands curled around his coffee maker to try and soak up some of the warmth. All those old people.

Early onset arthritis. Tony eased one hand closed into a fist, wincing. He'd been diagnosed a decade ago after a particularly cold winter when he'd thought he'd had mono or something. "It'll get worse," his doctor had warned. Tony had staved off a lot of aches and pains by simply moving somewhere where the weather wouldn't affect his joints, and the pain was manageable with over the counter painkillers.

Here, in New York, with a blizzard blowing outside, Tony felt as if every degree the thermometer dropped was a twist of a knife in each and every joint, but especially his knees and hands. It was unfair. He had a state of the art air system, with his penthouse and workshop set to a perfect seventy-four degrees, but his body somehow knew it was sleeting outside and so was revolting.

He couldn't even pick up his coffee cup this morning. He'd needed to use his fucking cane to get out of bed.

The worst part was he could feel Steve's eyes on him like a physical touch. He'd never thought of the downside of sleeping with a super soldier until this morning, when he'd groaned as he'd forced himself to stand and found, to his horror, that Steve had forgone his early morning run to have a lie in with him. So Steve had seen the cane he'd needed to push himself to his feet, the extra padding on the handle to ease his grip, how Tony had come into the kitchen and grabbed a mug with extra wide handles on each side like a child's cup and then hadn't been able to fill it himself.

He wondered how long it would take Steve to decide his own body was a threat to the team and firmly but politely tell him to stop putting on the suit.

"Are you always in pain?" Steve asked quietly, finally coming over to pick up the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

"Worse in the cold weather," Tony said, trying not to sound too tetchy. There was no point in lying. Steve had watched him wrap both hands around the pot's handle and still not have the willpower to pick it up despite the pain. "Part of the reason I lived in Malibu for so long," he added, a thread of defeat weaving into his voice as Steve opened the fridge to get his creamer for him. He hadn't wanted to be in the cold even for a moment. Steve had obviously been able to tell.

Steve turned to face him, expression impassive. "So it's not just the arc reactor then."

"Quite honestly, I didn't even think about the reactor once this morning," Tony sighed dropping his eyes to his feet. He'd been too focused on the pain in his hands, how insurmountable the task of standing had seemed for a moment. Sure, his chest hurt, but it always hurt. The arthritis was sometimes worse than others. And today had been the first sleety-frozen-cold-to-your-bones day of the season.

Steve took a moment to stir his creamer in (the spoon was too small for him to grip, Tony lamented) before he turned, sliding the mug over to him. He watched Tony cradle the mug's handles in both hands before he carefully lifted it for a sip. "Are you in pain in the suit?" he finally asked.

Tony didn't do him the disservice of lying, instead carefully turning his eyes away as he answered, "My hands always hurt. The suit is one of the only times I don't feel bad, though. It's automated, so most of the movements I make are helped with the machinery. 's why you've seen me doing so much work with the gauntlets on lately." He hunched his shoulders, embarrassed. "It wasn't to protect me from soldering. It was so I could hold the solderer without dropping it."

"I see," Steve said solemnly. He stared at Tony's coffee cup for several long, silent seconds, then turned abruptly and left the room.

Probably to go tell Fury he needed to be removed from the team, Tony figured morosely.

He had just finished washing his cup when he heard the elevator open again. He turned, limping into the living room.

"Your boyfriend broke into the Xavier Institute to try and bribe Storm into changing the weather and Xavier is pissed," Natasha said flatly, Steve's ear held tightly in her hand.

"...Did. Did you run all the way there?" Tony sputtered, confused.

"I was on a mission," Steve grumbled, as if he had not just risked life and limb to ask one of the most powerful mutants in the world to ignore the natural weather patterns just because Tony's arthritis was flaring up. "She said no though. Told me to get you more omega-threes, whatever that means."

"Okay," Tony squeaked.

"I am more concerned with being on the mutants' bad side," Natasha began, scowling.

"Storm just thought I was cute," Steve said morosely, at the same time Tony answered, "Xavier won't come near me because my brain's loud and I bother him. I do that on purpose though."

"Oh my God," Natasha whispered, pinching the bridge of her nose, as Steve started googling foods he could make for Tony.

#ideas #stony #welcome to the suffer club i guess

[chahnniesroom]

tenderness | bonus scene: banmal

pairing: bang chan x female reader

summary: the first time you call chan 'oppa.'

this is a bonus scene taking place in the tenderness universe, but you don't have to have read tenderness to read this fic! just know that the main character is currently a manager for stray kids. she's also chan's soulmate, which explains why she lives in the dorms with him.

chapter word count: 1.6k

warnings: none!

a/n: a bit of fluff was requested by one of the readers on ao3. the term 'banmal' is used to describe informal speech in korean and is usually for casual conversation between friends, relatives, or people younger than you. i can't properly demonstrate the way that the main character's speech level changes since speech levels don't exist the same way in english. i only modified the honorifics that y/n uses to address the members. this was my first time writing fluff, it was surprisingly fun!

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“Noona?” You and Jisung are lounging in the living room after a schedule that miraculously ended early. You're not sure where the other guys are and you don't really care, it's nice to have one on one time with Jisung. 

“Hm?” You drag your eyes away from the drama that the two of you have been half heartedly been watching to find him deep in thought.

“You called me Jisung-ssi earlier. You always do that. Why?”

“Ah,” you say, flustered. “It just still feels weird to talk to you guys informally. I don’t want anybody to get the wrong idea.”

“But you don’t call Felix, Felix-ssi! I’ve even heard you call him Lixie before! Why is he special?” Jisung whines.

“It’s different!” you defend yourself. “We talk in English mostly. There’s not really any honorifics or levels of speech. It’d be weirder if I did speak formally to him.”

“Sounds like an excuse, but okay. What do you call Channie-hyung?” he asks with a particular gleam in his eyes.

“Chan-ssi,” you say matter-of-factly. You have to bite back a laugh at the disappointed noise he makes at your response.

“Minho-hyung?”

“Minho-ssi.”

“Changbinnie-hyung?”

“Changbin-ssi,” you reply dutifully.

“You guys are the same age! It doesn’t make sense!” he groans.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting,” you say, amused. “I talk to all of you the same.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re hopeless.” He shakes his head dramatically. “You’re soulmates with Channie-hyung! That means you’re basically family to all of us. Listen, at work? Sure, fine, you can be all polite and formal, I get it. But in the dorms?”

“Jisu-”

“Here, the guys are coming over for dinner tonight. Please please please, can you call Minho-hyung oppa to his face?”

“What? No!” you say immediately.

“Pleaseee,” he draws out the word playfully. He shuffles closer and takes your hands in his, pouting exaggeratedly. “Just once! I just want to see his reaction! I know that all of us have told you at one point to speak to us comfortably. He wouldn’t get mad at you, I promise!”

“I’m not going to do it,” you laugh, trying to disentangle your hands.

“You can tell him that I forced you to! I’ll volunteer to clean the dishes after dinner! I’ll be better about cleaning the bathroom! I’ll buy you bubble tea for a week! I’ll buy you new shoes! I’ll stop changing my mind a million times when we’re trying to decide what to order during schedules! I'll write you a song! Please please please, Y/n-noona!”

“I-” you falter. Jisung immediately brightens, his mouth curves into a heart-shaped smile. “Fine. Only because you look so cute.”

Jisung cheers, jumping up and punching the air with his fists.

“You’re the best!!”

“I’m going to blame you for it,” you warn.

“Of course. Even if hyung kills me, it’ll be worth it in the moment.” He beams.

—

At dinner, Jisung sits to your left and every few minutes, he nudges your leg in an attempt to prompt you into speaking. You ignore it, continuing to eat as if nothing is happening. Yes, you agreed to follow along with Jisung’s silly idea, but you still want it to happen naturally, otherwise it would be even more out of place. As much as this is kind of a joke, it is starting to feel a bit strange always using polite speech and you're curious to see how everyone will react.

Opportunity strikes when you stretch to grab one of the side dishes that happen to be in front of Minho. You can't quite reach it sitting, but before you can stand, Minho picks up one of the serving utensils and picks out the best piece, placing it into your bowl. He serves himself next, but you know it's just to play off his kind gesture. You're genuinely grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, Minho-oppa,” you say, making sure to keep your voice casual.

Everyone freezes. Minho is good at maintaining his nonchalant expression, but his ears betray him by slowly turning red. Your cheeks are flushed to match and even without looking, you can tell the rest of the boys are stunned. It takes a great effort on your part to not turn to glance at Chan, although you can practically feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jeongin elbow Hyunjin in the stomach and mouth "Oppa?" in disbelief.

Finally, Minho recovers enough to clear his throat loudly and say, "it's nothing, I was going to get some anyway."

Jisung, on the other hand, is grinning like an idiot.

“Hyung! You should have seen your reaction, I wish I had taken a picture!” He cries out, laughing loudly.

“What reaction?” Minho tries to play it off.

“Hyung, your ears.” Hyunjin tugs on one teasingly, then instantly apologises and cowers when Minho turns to glare at him.

"Call me oppa too, Y/n!" Changbin says excitedly, standing up to serve you from the dish closest to him.

"We're the same age, Changbin-ah, I'm not going to call you oppa," you tease. He just laughs, delighted to be on the receiving end of your more casual speech.

“If Y/n calls Minho-hyung oppa, does that mean she needs to call Chan-hyung ajhussi?” Seungmin pipes up. Across the table, Hyunjin dissolves into laughter at the thought.

—

Chan doesn’t mention it all evening, even though the boys continue to tease Minho, calling him ‘oppa’ instead of ‘hyung’ when they address him and taking every opportunity to call Chan ‘ajhussi’. They’ve both given out countless headlocks in revenge, but it’s all in good humour. Eventually, Minho, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin head home, and the rest of the boys drift off into their own rooms.

After washing up, you join Chan in his room, not wanting to hog the bathroom for any longer than required. He’s already set to sleep and had been sitting in bed scrolling on his phone until you had walked in. Through the reflection of the little mirror that you’re using to do your skincare routine, you can see that he’s watching you.

“You know,” he says steadily. “You can- you can call me that too, if you want.” You pause at the carefully worded request. You make eye contact with him through the mirror and watch as the tips of his ears and the tops of his cheeks slowly pinkens.

“Call you what?” you ask, deliberately playing oblivious.

“You know,” he flounders.

“Do I?" you wonder, tapping a finger to your lips teasingly.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable, I just thought that if you were going to talk to the boys more casually then you can do the same. You’re my soulmate, things don’t have to be so formal all the time.  I don’t want to force you to do anything, but I wouldn’t mind, at all! I know Jisung probably was the one to get you to say that to Minho and it was really funny to see his reaction. Uhm. I mean, you can really call me anything that you want! Chan-ssi. Chan-oppa. Chan-ah, actually no that’s kind of weird maybe not that one. Uh if it makes it less weird you can use my English name too! Chris, Christopher, whatever,” he trails off, then buries his face in his hands with a groan. “Sorry, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

You're finished your skincare routine so you put away all the containers and turn in your seat so that you're fully facing him. You take a second to collect yourself, then pitch your voice so it's small and cutesy, a far cry from how you normally talk.

"Oppa," you test. His eyes immediately shoot up to meet yours, cheeks darkening more than they had before. "Do you want me to call you Channie-oppa?" You tilt your head to one side and widen your eyes.

"Argh.” This time, he turns to smash his face in his pillow to hide himself, pulling the blanket over his head for good measure.

"Channie-oppa, why are you hiding? I thought this is what you wanted." You lightly tug at the blanket, but he holds it tight, shaking his head vigorously. You've never been the type to perform aegyo, but it's surprisingly fun and you can't deny that you're enjoying Chan's reaction. After another minute, he pokes his head out looking a bit sheepish.

“You are really cute when you say that,” he admits. “And I really like to hear that you feel comfortable using banmal with us.”

“I am comfortable with everyone, I have been for a while,” you say. “And you’re also really cute when I call you oppa.”

His eyes crinkle as he smiles and you take the opportunity to lean forward and poke one of the dimples that appear. In retaliation, he grips the corners of the blanket and collects you in his arms, effectively swallowing you in the mess of fabric. He pulls you so that you lose balance and fall onto the bed, cradled in his arms. You feel so safe in his embrace and the both of you momentarily fall silent.

“Okay, I think we should sleep now,” Chan says eventually. “Good night, Y/n.”

“Good night… Channie-Oppa,” you respond.

Even though you can’t see Chan in the dark, you know that he’s smiling. It’s enough that you drift off to sleep with a smile as well.

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[radiant-reid]

So I always wanted a scene where Reid keeps going home right after work and the BAU is sick of him being all anti-social and skipping out on team dinners/happy hour and stuff so they knock on his door to literally drag him out for a fun night and he answers but his gf is in his apartment and the BAU can clearly tell that they were just having sex and they're all so shook

you want a scene ?? i'll write you a scene

"I'm worried about him," Penelope says, leaning against Spencer's desk as she inconspicuously looks over his things for some sign of what he's been doing.

"Baby girl, don't worry about him," Morgan tells her, ready to leave the office for the bar. "He never comes out anyway."

She shakes her head adamantly, looking at JJ for support. "Normally he comes out, even just to drink apple juice."

"Maybe he had plans." Emily offered in his defense.

They were all thinking the same thing about why he might have been sneaking home early. Any change in his behavior triggered that response, and none of them had seen one like that until recently.

"If it makes you feel better, we can go by his place, see what he's doing?" JJ offers, squeezing her concerned friend's arm.

"That would make me feel better, and I'd be able to enjoy my Mai Tai if I know he's okay." She agrees.

The drive back into DC doesn't have the usual rush hour traffic, and they arrive at Spencer's apartment building together with the tension in the air, and the concern for what state Spencer's in, they silently make their way up to his apartment.

Penelope knocks on the door, desperate to relieve her worries.

~

A knock on the door is not what you and Spencer are expecting so soon. Thankfully, you're both dressed- unlike half an hour ago-

You frown at him, watching him hang his suit jacket up since it was dumped on the floor almost as soon as he got in.

"Pizza?" Spencer suggests.

It must be. You're not expecting anyone else tonight.

You get out of his bed, tugging the shirt of his that you borrowed out of his closet down. "I'll get drinks." You tell him, walking to the kitchen.

Spencer nods, grabbing his wallet from his pants and following you out of his bedroom to the door. "Uh, hey." You hear him say, confused that it doesn't sound related to pizza.

Curiosity gets the best of you, and you make your way out into the living room to see what's going on. Instead of it just being Spencer in the room, it's four other people you recognize from various photos throughout his apartment.

All four of them send looks between you and Spencer, clearly having made some correct assumptions. It's not hard to when Spencer's cheeks are bright red and he's shifting his weight on his feet. You look guilty too, even just from what you're wearing and the embarrassed expression on your face because you know they know.

"So, you're okay, and we should go," JJ speaks first, looking like she wants to run out of there.

"He's more than okay." Emily giggles, raising her eyebrows at both of you.

Morgan holds his fist out to Spencer as a form of congratulations, and your dorky boyfriend wraps his hand around it.

"Uh, so, guys?" Spencer trails off, looking past them at the door like he's prompting them to leave. Penelope pouts and somehow, Spencer knows how to interpret that. "Everyone, this is Y/n. Y/n, these are my annoying, interpreting friends." He introduces you. He speaks again after another look from Penelope. "Yes, she's my girlfriend."

The blonde squeals before she can help herself. "Tell me you're bringing her to Rossi's. You have to." She insists before looking at you. "Tell me you're coming to Rossi's tomorrow."

"Sure, if you leave now." Sassy Spencer comes out, and you avoid a giggle. With his threat, and the fact they didn't know you were already scheduled to come, they left, sending waves to you and you shyly wave back, aware that tomorrow night was going to be interesting.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid fanfiction

[yournowheregirl]

ronancetober 🍁❤️ day 4: kiss

wc: 1.2k | rating: T | cw: none | @ronancetober2023

Nancy hates being nervous, and most of all, she hates being nervous for a date.

A date should be the least of her worries, especially after everything went down a couple years ago. But throw in one belated queer awakening and her first date with a woman in less than two hours, and there you have it. God, this is so stupid and yet, Nancy finds herself pacing up and down her bedroom for at least ten minutes now.

“What is up with you?”

Nancy’s head snaps up and sees Robin, now her best friend and roommate, leaning in the doorway. She’s really grown into her own after moving to Chicago and joining several queer activism groups, confidence oozing off her in a way she could only dream of back when they lived in Hawkins. During Nancy’s surprise queer awakening crisis, Robin had been there by her side, the two of them talking until 3 in the morning as Nancy tried to deal with all these new feelings.

Plus, there was that whole tiny, itty-bitty, barely noticeable crush on Robin that Nancy refuses to acknowledge.

Thankfully, the crush isn’t that bad. Clearly, since she has a date with Lily tonight and not Robin. She can still be Robin’s friend without acting like a lovesick school girl, it’s totally fine. Except for the fact that Nancy will most definitely say yes if Robin asked her out right now. So, y’know, everything is one hundred percent, totally and completely fine.

“Nothing. It’s fine.” Nancy mutters.

“Obviously not. I’ve never seen you like this before and we’ve been roomies for what, almost three years now?” Robin scoffs. “C’mon, Wheeler. What’s going on?”

“Don’t Wheeler me.” Nancy snaps. Robin’s eyes widen at her sudden bitter tone and Nancy sighs in response. “Sorry. That’s not— I’m just nervous. Tonight’s that date with Lily, y’know, from the book shop.”

“Ooooh, Nancy’s popping her queer cherry tonight!” Robin hollers like she’s at a soccer game, fist pumping in the air and all.

“Please, don’t call it that.” Nancy groans. “I’m already spiraling at the thought of kissing her, let alone doing more.”

Robin lets out a short, yet loud cackle at that before her eyes meet Nancy’s panicked face and she suddenly turns serious. “Oh wait, you weren’t kidding. You’re actually nervous about kissing Lily?”

“It’s stupid, I know.” Nancy says. She finally stops her relentless pacing and plops down on her bed, not even surprised that Robin walks over and sits down next to her. Robin nods at her, her blue eyes warm and gesturing for her to continue. “It’s just— like, I know I’ve got no reason to be nervous. I’ve kissed people before but they were guys. I’ve never kissed a woman before and what if I’m bad at it?”

“Nancy Wheeler, being bad at something? Ha. That’s a good one.” Robin laughs. “No, but seriously Nance, you’ll do fine. You have experience, it’s really not that different. I think. If you really want to compare notes, you should call Steve but from my experience, kissing girls is just that. It’s just kissing.”

“Right. Right, yeah, of course.” Nancy nods. She tries to look confident, to seem like Robin’s pep-talk has fixed everything, but the nerves are still there. It’s clearly written all over her face, because next thing she knows, Robin asks,

“But if you’re really nervous, I could always… help you practice?”

Nancy blinks helplessly in Robin’s direction. Did Robin really just say what Nancy think she said? Did Robin just really suggest to kiss her to calm down? If that was her intention, she’s failing on all fronts because this does absolutely nothing to calm Nancy’s nerves.

“Help me… practice?” Nancy swallows. “Like, practice kissing?”

“Yeah, then you’ll see you have nothing to worry about!” Robin says with a bright smile. Like she didn’t just turn Nancy’s whole world upside down.

She should just say no. She should just shake it off and go on that date with Lily and see where things go from there. She should tell Robin thank you, but it’s going to be okay.

And yet…

“Yeah. That’d be great.” Nancy croaks.

“Right. Cool.” Robin nods and for a second, Nancy can see that mask of bravado and confidence fall. It happens so quickly that Nancy wouldn’t have noticed it if she hadn’t been staring at Robin’s face. But she’s always staring at Robin’s face because look at that face and— oh shit, this is a terrible idea, isn’t it?

Nancy scoots closer and turns around to face Robin and waits til Robin does the same. Just their knees are touching but it’s still enough for a rush of warmth to spread across Nancy’s body. As Robin leans in even closer, Nancy feels her heart speed up to an almost alarming rate.

“Should I just…?” Robin whispers. Her hand comes up to cup Nancy’s cheek, her thumb softly brushing against Nancy’s cheekbone and it’s that soft touch that makes Nancy melt into her mattress.

“Yeah.”

Here’s the thing.

This is all Nancy’s fault. If she hadn’t been so damn nervous about Lily, she wouldn’t be in this situation. If she had just acted normal, Robin wouldn’t have offered to kiss her and then she wouldn’t be feeling this flurry of butterflies in her stomach.

With just one simple kiss, Robin manages to blow Nancy’s crush up to gigantic proportions and the longer their lips brush against each other, the less Nancy is thinking about Lily. She can barely remember why she even said yes when Lily asked her out. All her brain decides to focus on is how Robin’s lips are chapped but still soft.

How Robin doesn’t press too hard, but still hard enough that Nancy chases her lips everywhere they go.

How Robin holds her face so gently, but still presses her thumb against Nancy’s jaw as a silent question to open her mouth.

How Robin makes this squeaky noise of excitement when Nancy’s tongue brushes against her bottom lip.

God, her mind is swimming with all things Robin and she’s ready to drown in them.

But before Nancy can do so, Robin suddenly pulls away. Nancy blinks her eyes open and marvels at the sight of a freshly-kissed Robin. Her cheeks are flushed in a shade so pink that it matches her kiss-stained lips and her eyes are glassy and nearly black. She’s never looked more beautiful.

“It’s… uh, yeah, it’s something like that.” Robin says hoarsely. “You— you did great. You’re a great kisser, you and Lily are going to have a great time tonight. Just… great.”

“Great.” Nancy parrots, suddenly reminded about that date with Lily, even though she has zero interest in kissing any one but Robin tonight.

“I should— I should go.” Robin mutters under her breath and jumps off the bed. It’s then that Nancy suddenly spurs into action, grabbing Robin’s wrist and pulling her back just in time. Robin’s eyes widen for a second, before her eyebrows pull into a frown.

“What if I need more practice?” Nancy asks.

“Wh— what?” Robin sputters, her brows furrowed. “I already told you, you’re gonna be fine. You and Lily will be fine.”

“I mean…” Nancy trails off, thinking of the right words to say so she doesn’t screw this up. “What if I don’t want to kiss Lily anymore?”

“Well, then you should call and tell her that. Can I go back to my room now?”

Nancy’s grip on her wrist tightens. “What if I only want to kiss you?”

Robin blinks in a state of utter confusion, her mouth opening and closing like she’s trying to find the words but they aren’t coming to her. She looks downright adorable and Nancy has never wanted to kiss her more.

“You— you want to kiss me?” Robin asks slowly. “But what about Lily?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty and all but she’s not you.” Nancy gets up to her feet and steps forward, looking up at Robin through her eyelashes. “I like you, Robin.”

“Oh.”

“Is that a good oh or a bad oh?” Nancy swallows thickly — that wasn’t exactly the kind of reaction she’d hoped for. Her grip on Robin’s wrist softens as she takes a step back, mentally preparing herself for the rejection and the awkwardness and the—

Oh.

Robin’s kissing her again, all warm and wet and somehow even better than before. She holds Nancy close, so close that Nancy can barely breathe. But she doesn't want to breathe either. Who needs oxygen when she has Robin kissing her?

Turns out, Robin does because she pulls away a few moments later, her forehead resting against Nancy's.

"Definitely a good oh."

#ronancetober #ronance #ronance fic #ronance ficlet #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #LET NANCY WHEELER KISS GIRLS 2023

[steddieas-shegoes]

this vamp bites

it's time for weekly fic recs! am i ignoring responsibilities to do this? YES! am i happy about that? YES! every week i post the top 3 (to me) fics from my favorite authors. always check out their masterlists/works because there is always more quality stuff to read! always read the tags first, and remember that being mean to them gets you blocked immediately because it is free to just not say anything at all!

this week the focus is on @t-boyeddie! cj is the absolute king of soft steddie. i don't know anyone else who makes them so, so soft in every version, in every situation. even when there's trouble, they're so soft. they're soft apart, they're soft together, and it's a breath of fresh air to see such lovely things for our boys.

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silent spark Rated G | 4,190 words DEMISEXUAL AND DEMIROMANTIC STEVE!!!! It's inspired by Animal Crossing (I am not familiar but I know most people are and will love that) and it's just so cute!!!! Favorite part: Eddie wants to kiss him. This isn't a new development, but it's a thought that's growing more and more persistent the longer he stands and stares, pure longing and want flowing through his veins and making his heart ache. He wishes he could freeze time, just for a moment, to keep this Steve preserved so he can stay this happy forever.

the magic that we'll feel is worth the lifetime Rated M | 7,752 words They're so in LOVE your honor. This tells so much of a story, like truly feels like a 20k fic in under 8k. It's beautiful and really showcases the love that they have for each other with a hint of spice. Favorite part: “I lov-” Before he can finish, Eddie pulls him into his arms and Steve clings to his back, hands fisting in his letterman as he cries into his neck, shoulders shaking. Eddie’s holding him tight and rubbing his back, swaying gently like he’s rocking him. He can feel the breath of his words in his ear but he can’t hear him over the music. Eddie must realize that because he pushes Steve back a bit, and he sees the tears in Eddie’s own eyes, along with the softest smile he’s ever given him.

constant, pleasure Rated E | 3,003 words It's rare that CJ explores smut, but when he does *joseph quinn blowing into mic emoji*. Also Appalachian Eddie lives on and in this house we love and respect Appalachian Eddie. Favorite part: LITERALLY THE ENTIRE THING. But I will say, Eddie calling Steve 'Dove' sent me through quite a comical physical reaction.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fic recs #send all the love to cj

[birdsaredinosagenda]

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Character: Kuroo Tetsuro

Warnings: smut, 18+ content, a bit of angst(?), it’s straight to fucking, friends with benefits

Sounds of moans and groans and the slapping of skin on skin mixes with the audio of the movie that plays forgotten. The two people—you and Kuroo—who took way too long to pick it are too busy with each other to even bother hitting pause.

“This is why you should get a girlfriend,” you tell him in between sighs.  

“She can do this with you when you have a bad day.”

Having you bouncing on his cock with one hand on his shoulder and the other grabbing a fistful of his hair is just what he needs after a fantastically shitty day.

He almost forgot that you’d be at his place picking up the books and sandals you left last week. A greeting of ‘hey, you’ from you as the door opens had a funny effect on him. Like the first sip of chilled soda, bright and sweet and stings just right. But you didn’t need to know that.

You sit on him fully and take his entire length, you roll your hips and set a pace and pressure so you can grind your clit on his pubis while your cunt is filled. Doing this to him is definitely more fun than riding a stack of pillows.  

“Why should I when you’re already doing-” His arrogance fails a bit as you clench your pussy around his cock. “Ah, fuck!”  

He sucks air between his teeth and pulls you closer to capture your lips with his. Your mouth opens right away to welcome his tongue. He tilts his head a bit so he can kiss you like how you like it. He leans forward and put his weight on one knee so he can fuck you how he wants.

“Your pussy feels like heaven.”

A soft chuckle gets lost with the sound of rain that falls in the living room of the couple in the movie.

He gets a good, strong hold of you and puts you down on the bed. Pulling out his cock, creamy with your juices, Kuroo is almost shaking with urgency and desire to bury his length in you again.

He crawls over you and tucks his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his teeth graze your soft skin.

“See, if you have a girlfriend, you can do this with her anytime and you won’t have to share.”

Hilarious. You’ve always had a quite a mouth on you. One of the things that make you so attractive.

He braces himself with his left arm and his right hand finds the back of your knees to lift your leg up.

“I can just not share” he says as he lines up his cock at your entrance.

“You can just forget about that one.” He pushes the head of his dick back in your pussy.  

“Mmm, I dunno…I like Ren.”

His lips crack into smile. He pulls out completely then sheathes himself to the hilt. Deep and hard thrusts bring out load moans from you. Hips rising to meet his. Kuroo’s breathing starts to speed up and in between hard breaths he curses and groans. 

“More than me?”

You pretend to not hear his question and he pretends to not notice your evasion.

Shit.

Two sensations compete for his attention—both intense and demanding to be felt. He chooses to focus on the incredible friction on his cock over the annoying tickle in his chest.

You both know what you signed up for, ground rules were clear from the start. You even had it in writing because you both are weirdos who just can’t help themselves.

Just fucking.  

No titles, no feelings.

Can have other partners but needs to be disclosed.  

You want something, you say something.

It stops when one party wants it to stop.  

It ends when it’s not fun anymore.  

It ends when one party gets weird about shit.

He gets the drinks, you get the snacks.

Signature here. Initials here. Shake my hand here. May this friendship bring many fun and frequent benefits. (It did. It does.)

Kuroo feels your legs wrap tighter around his hips, bringing him closer and deeper. Every nerve ending of your sensitive spots firing simultaneously.  

His orgasm hits him like a tsunami. One big wave, anything and everything on its path wiped out. But he doesn’t stop his movement. Can’t think about anything else if he fucks his own brains out. And he doesn’t want to feel think about anything else. He just wants this. Just you and your nails scratching up his back. Just your cunt squeezing his dick. The feeling of your warm skin. The taste of the melon candy you were eating and your flavor when he ate you.

He tries to maintain the cadence of his pumps as yeses and fucks tumble from your lips. He pumps through tight shoulders and buckling hips. He grabs your ass so he can fuck in you in the way he knows would have you screaming. He takes pride in knowing how to get that angle perfectly. You can be standing or on all fours or dangling at the edge of the bed. He knows how to position his hips and yours to get the same result.

His fingertips dig into your flesh as he thrusts and grind to give you your release. You reach your peak and he almost comes again.  

This part. This part is always his favorite. Fucking you is amazing but having you lose yourself after you cum around his cock is unbeatable. Reducing you to whines and whimpers is always the goal.

The pleasant buzz of endorphins fills his head and he stays in you for a few more moments to feel the tiny tremors that are running up and down your thighs. He rolls off you with a hiss, turning over as he catch his breath  

On screen a man runs hand in hand with a red-haired woman as people around them disappear one by one.

“No.”

He turns to you with half-lidded eyes, his breathing starting to slow. “What? D’you say something?”

You take one big breath and sigh.

“I said, no. Not more than you.”

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[munson-blurbs]

The Stranger

For @palomahasenteredthechat's Joseph Quinn Story Spookathon 2023

Warnings: paranormal activity, disfigurement, fire/being burned, car accident, drunk driving

WC: 1.1k

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Anyone who entered Hawkins, Indiana–even if just passing through–knew that there was something very, very wrong. There was a constant heaviness in the air, an invisible weight that pressed onto lungs, misery wrapping itself around their organs like a constrictor.

Most people who had the misfortune of living in Hawkins, Indiana could tell you a ghost story or two of their own, usually involving angry souls who’d lived and died in the lab and refused to fully commit to the afterlife.

Eddie Munson was one of the few people who hadn’t ever had a paranormal encounter. He could easily attribute any bump in the night to the stray animals roaming around Forest Hills Trailer Park; any cold draft could be the trailer’s poor insulation. 

That’s why he didn’t think anything of it as he shrugged on his jacket and stepped outside for a cigarette, letting the door slam shut behind him. The chill bit at his skin, far too cold for October, so he silently promised to only smoke one. Maybe half, he thought grimly, a gust of wind cutting through the denim and piercing flesh.

It takes several flicks of his lighter for it to finally spark a flame, illuminating a few feet in front of him. What he saw had him dropping the Bic, barely hearing it clatter against the concrete.

A woman stood at his van, peering inside as though searching for something. Who the hell is stealing from me? What is she gonna find–a couple of worn cassettes and a couple of pennies? Still, he couldn’t just let her take from him right in front of his eyes.

“Hey!” he yelled, clenching his fists. The woman didn’t turn around, seemingly unfazed by the man shouting in her direction. “Get out of here! Get away from my shit!”

The strange woman, utterly unbothered, continued her quest.

“Can you hear me? I said go!”

Nothing.

“Jesus,” Eddie swore under his breath, raising his voice to address her again. “There’s nothing in there! And that piece-of-shit van was my piece-of-shit dad’s, so it’s so old it’s not worth a goddamn dime.”

This drew the woman’s attention; she abruptly swiveled around and locked her gaze onto Eddie. And, yet, it felt as though she was looking straight through him. Choppy hair framed her face awkwardly, curls ending where they should have just begun. There was a slight tremor in her body, and as Eddie took in the sight of her, he realized she wasn’t standing. She was floating.

“Who are you?” The words, like his body, were shaking. “What the fuck do you want?”

She crooked her forefinger, beckoning him over. With trepidation and heavy feet, he walked towards her.

His stomach soured as he approached the woman. He could see the mangled skin that accompanies burns; it curled over where a mouth and ears would be, up and down the parts of her arms and torso exposed by a tattered shirt. Her hair, he realized, wasn’t choppy; it was singed.

She said nothing, just pointed to the driver’s seat, then at Eddie. When he remained still, she repeated the action.

Eddie’s eyes widened. “You want me to drive?” A single nod. “Where?” 

Of course, she didn’t answer, but Eddie climbed into the van and started the ignition anyway. The van roared to life, and the woman simply walked through the door and planted herself into the passenger seat.

When he got to the trailer park entrance, the woman pointed to the right. That was how she offered directions; a point left, right, or straight at each intersection. Eddie followed dutifully, terrified and enraptured by her aura.

After ten minutes of driving, she held out a full hand. Stop. Eddie slammed on the brakes, flying forward against the wheel.

“We’re in the middle of the fucking road!” He buried his head in his hand, throwing the van into ‘park.’ “Just…get out. I took you where you wanted to go.”

The woman didn’t move, only stared out the front window as though latching onto a memory.

Eddie watched as a van, nearly identical to his own except slightly less dented, zigs and zags across the dirt road, barreling towards them. “Holy shit, holy shit! He’s gonna hit us!” He reached for the gearshift, but a cool breeze tickled his fingers. 

Another smaller vehicle drove along the same road, blissfully unaware of the danger that lay ahead. “Watch out!” Eddie called, simultaneously screaming and cranking down the window. The woman next to him shook her head, keeping her eyes trained on the disaster about to unfold.

The out-of-control van veered onto the wrong side of the street, instantly colliding with the sedan. Eddie winced, anticipating the sounds of glass breaking and metal crunching, squeezing his eyes shut until it all stopped. When there was nothing, he opened them, heart sinking as  smoke began to billow from the sedan’s engine.

“Oh my God, oh my fucking God!” He jumped out of his seat and raced towards the car just as the front of it exploded into a ball of fire. Eddie braced himself for flying debris and a surge of heat, but he felt nothing. As though it wasn’t even there.

A man stumbles out of the van, nearly falling over as his feet make contact with the ground. In a delayed reaction, his jaw dropped when he saw the damage he’d caused. 

Eddie feels his dinner creep back up his throat. He knew that staggering gait, those stubble-covered cheeks, those eyes constantly glazed over with drunkenness.

“Dad?” His voice was small, almost inaudible. From his peripheral, he saw a crooked finger point in the direction of the burning car.

The passenger was frozen in fear, fingers clenched around the wheel like a lifeline. Flames licked at her permed hair, already spreading towards her blouse. 

The same blouse that the stranger next to him was wearing, sans soot and tears. 

“No, I…” he struggled to find the words. “My…my dad did this. My dad killed you. I…I didn’t know. I never would’ve driven his van if I knew…” All he had been told was that his dad had been busted for driving while intoxicated, but his uncle had apparently sheltered him from the full story. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry he did this.” He cried so hard that he can barely breathe; mucus ran from his nostrils and trailed down his face.

The woman mustered up every ounce of energy she could, taking from Eddie and leaving him suddenly exhausted. Harsh, gravelly words left her mouth.

“You need…to know…the truth.”

Then she was gone.

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[rafebarrysmut]

Baby Boy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry

Summary: Rafe shows up in the middle of the night at Barry's door and Barry wants to know what the boy wants. Rafe can't tell, so he acts.

Warning: minors dni. Rafebarry smut. Top!Barry x Bottom!Rafe. Explicit language. Hurt/Comfort. Crying. Lots of crying.

A/N: It's been a while, I know. I finally got to write some rafebarry smut again. It's actually the final chapter of a dark and angsty fic I wrote, but can be read as a oneshot. It's not as fun as my other rafebarry fics, sorry for that. I still hope you enjoy it. Tagging @l0st4l1fe because you commented you were excited for another fic. I hope you're not disappointed.

Rafe had been knocking on the door of Barry’s trailer for hours – at least it felt like hours, but it was just minutes. His heart beating so rapidly, his breath shaking like the door, which was rattling under his fist that repeatedly, frantically banged against it.

Finally, a light switched on inside.

“Alright, alright,” Rafe heard a voice from the other side and stopped his knocking as the door opened slowly, making a creaking sound. Barry stood in the doorway, pulling down the hem of a tank top he had obviously just put on, wearing black loose shorts with it.

“Rafe Cameron,” he said in a drawl and when he took in the tall boy in front of him, he grinned, his gold tooth showing, but it was a tired grin. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this nightly visit?”

“Can I come in?” Rafe mumbled, but already pushed past Barry to get inside.

“Sure. Make yourself at home, country club.” Barry shut the door behind him and slowly followed Rafe, who was pacing the living room area, biting on his finger’s skin. He was frowning, that pain inside his head was unbearable.

Barry leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching.

“You needed to be here to do that? Well, if you don’t need me, I’ll hit the sack, some people actually need to get up in the morning and work for a living.”

Rafe stopped, turned, his fingernail between his teeth. For a moment he gazed at the other male, then he just slumped down on the old couch on which he had spent some nights before. He pressed the heels of his palms against his eyeballs. It burned. Inside, it burnt so fucking much.

“There’s something wrong with me,” he started rambling, his voice whiny. “So wrong. So fucking wrong,” he repeated, louder, his voice firmer. The last syllable was pressed out between clenched teeth. He started hitting his forehead repeatedly with both his hands, like this could push those thoughts back inside, stop those voices yelling at him.

Suddenly Rafe opened his eyes, gazing, dumbfounded. Big hands had gripped his wrists and stopped him from beating himself.

Barry was sitting on the feeble coffee table in front of him, his hands wrapped tightly around both of Rafe’s wrists and he held them effectively, making it unable for him to move. Rafe frowned, hissed, “let go off me!” He struggled to shake those hands off, but Barry was stronger. So much stronger. He sometimes forgot that.

“What you want, Rafe?”

Rafe noticed that Barry used his name. Looking at him, he tilted his head, his mouth agape. He stopped fighting, but Barry didn’t let go off his hands.

Rafe opened his mouth, but somehow he had difficulties to speak. Words were just empty puffs of air. His hands, which had been balled into fists, opened up. He felt the pressure of Barry's fingers on his wrists, as if they were controlling his bloodstream. Dark eyes looked into his, so much calmness was in them. That brown was so deep, like it was drawing him in. Deeper and deeper.

Rafe quickly moved his head forward. His mouth hit Barry’s, their teeth colliding, their noses bumping into each other. He instantly pulled back again, panting heavily, gazing at Barry.

For an endless second. Barry opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue wetted his lips. His eyes were on Rafe's lips.

And in less than a second, Barry let go off Rafe's wrists and cradled his face with his hands instead, pulled him into a kiss, a real kiss, nothing like that shy peck.

His lips were moving against Rafe's, his tongue gliding over the other's, opening his mouth. And the sensation was both soft and intense, slow and wild, and Rafe felt a clenching in his chest and noticed his hands were balling into fists, clawing for Barry’s shirt.

Rafe exhaled. And inhaled. But there was no air, only Barry. His tongue pushed into Rafe’s mouth, making him feel something strange, something like an itch going through his body. Rafe couldn’t sit still anymore.

Barry must have noticed. He broke the kiss, but kept holding Rafe's face with both his hands.

“This okay?” The dark-haired man whispered. “You want this, right?”

Rafe licked his lips. Barry tasted raw, his lips felt rougher, his stubble had been scratching his skin, and yet it felt so much softer, gentler. There was no rush. But something else, something even more urgent in his touch.

Rafe tried to nod, which was impossible with those hands holding his face.

“Yeah,” he said in a croaky voice.

And Barry flashed a grin. One hand at the back of Rafe’s head, as if to both hold his head in place, while he kissed him again, and also to make sure that Rafe didn’t bump his head anywhere, as he leaned down and pushed him down to lie on his back on the couch. Barry was on top of him, his body moving against his. Rafe reacted on instinct, writhing up, only to be pushed down by a grinning Barry, who bit into his bottom lip. The unexpected pain making Rafe groan and curse. And Barry chuckled, not leaving those lips alone. His tongue caressing over the spot, before it slid between Rafe's lips to conquer his mouth again. Barry was both gentle and commanding, pushing and tugging, caressing and petting.

Rafe’s hands moved under Barry's loose shirt, feeling his hard muscles flex.

Barry sat up, quickly got rid off his shirt.

Rafe gazed up at him. Like he was stunned. Only able to breathe and not think and not move.

“Don’t be shy now,” Barry spoke softly, a smile on his lips. He took Rafe’s hands, placed them on his chest. Rafe's breath hitched when he felt the other's warm skin under his touch, when he felt those muscles tense up and relax as his hands explored, and then he held and grabbed.

Barry’s mouth found his again, kissing him, tasting him, devouring him. Rafe’s lips burning, his breathing got harder and harder, he felt hotter and hotter, his body squirming and writhing beneath the other's.

As if Barry knew that Rafe felt like burning up, he helped him out of his clothes, touching every inch of skin that he revealed, making Rafe flinch and growl when his fingers grazed over Rafe’s cuts and bruises.

Taking off Rafe’s jeans was quite messy. Being impatient, Rafe started kicking with his legs, but Barry managed to take them off and his briefs too.

“Shit, you’re so beautiful, country club.”

Rafe lay on his back, his legs tucked up. He was too big for the small couch. Barry lifted one of Rafe’s legs over the backrest, so he could kneel between the boy's spread legs.

Rafe felt so incredibly naked, exposed. Aroused.

“Such a pretty boy.” Barry's voice was smooth as his rough hand slowly moved from Rafe's knee, along his inner thigh, making Rafe shiver and whimper, and bite his lips at that embarrassing sound.

He looked up and saw that Barry's eyes were on his face, like he couldn’t stop looking at his face. Rafe felt heat crawling over his skin.

“You’re blushing, baby boy.”

Rafe frowned and Barry chuckled as he lowered his body. Rafe tried to push him away, off of him – a futile half-hearted attempt, because as soon as the man lay on top of him and claimed his mouth in a deep, vigorous kiss, Rafe's arms wrapped around him, his fingers digging into Barry’s muscular back, pulling him closer.

Rafe gasped when he felt the other's hard length urging between his legs, still covered by those shorts.

Barry braced one arm next to Rafe's head and looked down at the boy. Rafe felt his heart racing and he heard his own heavy breathing when he felt Barry's other hand brushing over Rafe’s hard cock. Dark eyes held his blue ones as that hand grabbed his length and began pumping it. Rafe could feel the other's strength in that grip, feel the intensity of the motion, and feel himself getting harder still. The thumb rubbed over his slit, making Rafe moan and instantly press his lips together, but he couldn't really quiet those sounds coming from him. It was like they needed to get out. His own fingers dug deeper into Barry's back, holding onto him.

Barry’s hand appeared between them and Rafe saw the other wet two fingers, before moving that hand between their bodies again.

Rafe’s mouth opened and he let out an involuntary whimper as he felt that hand massaging his balls. He closed his eyes, but somehow felt that Barry was watching him, while he was writhing beneath him. He felt so much, so intensely. Not just where Barry touched him, but how he touched him sent waves of new sensations through his body. And even without clothes now, he felt so hot, he was already breaking a sweat.

Cool fingers touched his tender muscle and Rafe flinched and his eyes flew open, staring.

“You want this?” Barry whispered, looking at him with those deep brown eyes.

Rafe was breathing heavily, panting, his chest heaving, and he felt so much at once that he was unsure whether it was still his own body that felt all those sensations.

A fingertip was circling his hole that twitched and tingled in response. Never had he been touched there. Never had he felt like this. Never had he felt so much all at once. And he had given up trying to make sense of those feelings.

“You want me to fuck you?” Barry's voice no longer a whisper, he spoke clearly, firmly and looked at Rafe with intent.

Rafe wetted his lips, his nostrils flared.

Barry waited, his face so calm despite those storms in his eyes.

“Yes.”

To his own ears, Rafe’s voice sounded much clearer than he would have deemed possible in this situation.

Having said that one crucial word, Rafe’s whole body tensed up, he pressed his eyes shut and tried to brace himself for what would happen. Tried to be ready for the unknown pain that would come. But he just felt Barry's warm breath on his face, then his lips touch his as he kissed Rafe again, tenderly, while his hand massaged his cock, as if making sure that Rafe was still down for this.

Barry's cock was still in his shorts, rubbing against Rafe's thigh, and Rafe could feel how big it was. He felt itchy, he felt needy, and his body started to move again, move up, move against the other's.

Those lips left his mouth and he exhaled an almost desperate breath of air. His hips buckled, but that finger was gone too. Rafe's eyelids fluttered open. He felt dizzy and so very hot. He could hardly see Barry's features above him. He heard his own breathing so loud, he could hardly understand Barry's words.

“Gonna need some lube and a condom. You’re too delicate, baby boy, gonna do you right.”

A small kiss was placed on the corner of Rafe's gaping mouth. Then Barry got up and left Rafe alone on the couch, sweaty, hard, and so hot. His legs still spread apart, and somehow he thought he could still feel the weight of the other's body pressing down on him, even though Barry was already gone to the bedroom.

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Barry walked into his bedroom, grinning so widely hit hurt.

“Damn,” he mumbled to himself as he opened a drawer. The boy was so goddamn beautiful and he was waiting for him naked, on his couch. He'd dreamed about it – too often maybe, and right now he couldn't really believe his luck. He would fuck Rafe Cameron, the boy would be his tonight.

He returned to the living room, still excited, still fully aroused, so hard for that boy – when he heard Rafe's sobbing.

Rafe sat on the couch, his too long legs drawn close to his beautiful naked body, hunched over, his face pressed into his palms. His dirty blond bangs framing the face he was hiding. The boy was crying so hard, his whole body was shaking.

Barry quickly walked over to him, put lube and condom on the coffee table, sat down next to Rafe and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Rafe tried to fight him off, but Barry was stronger, holding him in his arms firmly – safely.

The boy's head rested at his chest, he felt Rafe's hands grabbing at his sides, holding onto him. The sobbing turned into a screaming, muffled as Rafe pressed his face against Barry's chest. And Barry could feel that scream, could feel that trembling and shaking resonate in his own bones as he held him closer.

“It will be alright,” Barry whispered, unsure if Rafe could even hear his words with his own violent crying.

He felt Rafe's teeth against his skin, felt his hot breath, his wet tears and spit, his body shaking in his tight embrace.

“Why… so wrong…” Unintelligible words came from Rafe when the screaming had stopped. Barry didn't understand them, but he didn't ask. He let the boy be. Let him cry, let him ramble, let him cling to his body.

When Rafe finally got calmer, Barry's hands cautiously moved over the trembling body, gently brushing over his sweaty hair, caressing his naked back.

It seemed like hours they sat like this, Barry holding Rafe in his arms, and Rafe holding onto him fiercely, sobbing, mumbling. Rafe must have been drifting off to sleep as his grip loosened and the sobbing faded.

Careful not to wake him, Barry lay down with the boy, holding him in his arms, letting him rest on his chest, Rafe’s legs curled up, as if the boy was trying to be smaller than he was.

The couch was too small for them both and it was damn uncomfortable, but Barry fell asleep after a while too, not letting go off the boy in arms.

When he woke up from the early morning sun light shining into his face, his back hurt. Barry stretched his arms and yawned. His hands touched his chest, feeling the wet film Rafe had left. He opened his eyes, looked around. The room was empty. He sat up and listened, and for a moment he dared to wonder if maybe Rafe was in the bathroom, or in the kitchen, fighting with the coffeemaker to get it to work.

Barry ran his hand over his face and inhaled deeply.

He knew without checking the other rooms of his home. Only Barry's shirt was lying on the floor. He picked it up and put it on as he got up.

Rafe was gone.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Okay so for Robbie (Ghost Rider) x Reader, I was thinking where the reader was going after the Watchdogs and the reader got hurt in the process where Robbie see her and then they got into a slight argument where it is dangerous to go after the Watchdogs.

So a slight angst but fluff at the end. It’s fine that you don’t want to do this one.

Promise

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 800+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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Ok, I really fucked up this time. I had gotten some intel that a higher up member of the Watchdogs that I’ve been trying to find for months was meeting a weapons dealer in a warehouse across town. I probably should’ve planned this better, but it was last minute and I couldn’t wait. 

Which may cost me my life.

As I stare down the barrel of the gun pointed directly at my face, a man with a mask yelling at me to tell them who I work for, I find myself thinking of only him. Robbie Reyes. My Robbie, the love of my life. I should’ve listened to him when he told me to back down from chasing the Watchdogs, but I was so close. And here I am, about to die for nothing. I wish I could see Robbie one last time. I screw my eyes shut, waiting for the end. 

And then screams erupt from all around me, the sounds of people flying and hitting the various shelves and barrels stacked around, smacking against the floor. And the smell. Burning flesh as the screams are silenced one by one, the gunshots that had been going off slowing to a stop, the shells clinking to the cold, hard floor. I crack an eye open, already knowing who I’d see when my eyesight adjusts. A man with a flaming skull head approaches me, tossing a thick chain over his shoulder. He kneels in front of me, his dark eye sockets boring into my own eyes as the flames disappear and Robbie appears, grunting and shaking his head as his skin grows back, his deep eyes the last things I see before I black out.

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When I wake, I’m in his room, Robbie sitting next to me on the bed, checking over the bandages placed over various places on my body.

“How long was I out?” I croak, suddenly needing a glass of water. 

“A day or so. Doc checked you out. Slight internal bruising and a shit ton of external ones.”

I try to move and gasp at the pain. “Fuck you slight.”

“Why were you there?”

“You know why.”

“I told you not to go.”

I sigh. “I was so close, Robbie. I had to try-”

“No! You didn’t! You almost died today.”

“But I didn’t!”

He gets up, pacing the room like he does when he’s angry. “But you almost did! And where would that have left Gabe? Where would that have left me?”

“I…what does it matter? I’m trying to protect you both from them!”

Robbie slams his fist on his dresser and I jump at the sound. “I told you, I can take care of them!”

“But-”

He walks over to me, sitting on the bed directly in front of me. “No buts. I can take care of them but what I can’t do is lose you. I…I wouldn’t be half the man I am without you. I love you, chica. Isn’t that enough?”

Tears stream from my eyes and I suck in some air at the pain. “You are enough, Robbie. I just.. I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t useful.”

His eyes soften. “Not useful? Chica, you save my life every day by just being with me. I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve you, but I know I can’t live without you.”

“I love you too, Robbie.”

He cups my face, careful to not upset the bruising and scrapes littered across it. His eyes catch my gaze and I can feel the love pouring from him. “Can you promise me you’ll stop chasing them? If you hear something, you’ll tell me and I’ll- we’ll handle it?”

By we he meant the Rider and him and honestly, after nearly dying, this is an easy answer.

“Of course. I promise.”

“Thank you, chica.”

He cuddles in next to me, careful to avoid hurting me as I snuggle in next to him,  hand in his chest as I feel his heart beat and feel incredibly lucky to have him in my life.

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Short Prompt # 9

TW: Violence, blood, worry, bruises, choking

"What is the point?" Villain hisses, fingers tightening with a subtle threat at Hero's throat, leaving scattered bruises all over their neck in ugly shades of purple and brown.

"Of what?" Hero rasps weakly, playing the fool and gasping for air. They refuse to meet the villain's steel-hard gaze, trying their hardest to pry their fingers off of their neck.

The criminal aims a cruel kick to their ribs with their knee, force just shy away from causing a fracture. The crime-fighter lets out a wince, and the villain sharply tilts their chin up, forcing them to meet their eyes.

"You're going to kill yourself! Running back and forth between the agency and I, like some frenzied animal, trying to reach the unattainable," they snap, the muscles of their face contorting into an expression of pure, unbridled fury.

But behind the reinforced concrete wall of anger, their eyes still hold a look of hurt, a sign of something the villain had tried so hard to bury deep within their being, to obliterate and destroy, shattering it like a flimsy piece of glass.

Yet, the hero was willing to pick up the pieces, to prick their fingers on the thorns in Villain's rose garden, just to hold them close.

Wrenching their nemesis's hand off their throat, they push them away, still trying to be gentle. A damned fool, as always.

"It's not 'unattainable', Villain. I want to be a hero, to save people. And I still want to love you. You don't have the right to tell me how to live my life," they answer softly, gently resting a hand on their shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

The villain pushes their hand off like it was burning them. "You don't get it, don't you?" they say, tone disbelieving, shaking their head and laughing humourlessly.

"No," the hero says pragmatically, "I don't."

Villain let out an almost animalistic snarl, letting their fist collide with the crime-fighter's nose, drawing blood. "The desire I experience for you, these flames that I cannot put out, licking my heart and burning it blackened is not the one from the sonnets and the romances, Hero. It is the one from tragedies, torn apart and yet so incredibly close together, like a tapestry woven with the twisted threads of a cruel, beautiful fate."

"Then maybe," the hero says sharply, all the softness from their gaze gone, "I would gladly handle the heat of the flames." They pull the criminal close, kissing their jaw, leaving them dazed and at a loss for words, face flushed scarlet.

"But, it's wearing you down," the criminal attests, still breathless.

"Sweetness," Hero says softly, "I need to you to trust that I can do this." They cup the villain's face with their hands lovingly.

With a tenderness they don't think they deserve. . .

But, they nod at the hero fervently, eyes as wide as saucers, not saying a word because it didn't seem like it would make any difference.

They want, more than anything, to believe Hero, to register the kind words, to lose themselves in the feeling of being loved. But the sugar-sweet moments would always have a bitter taste; the villain's past, their fear of desecrating the hero trailing them like their own shadow. But Hero had always told them that their story didn't have to be a tragedy because it was theirs to rewrite.

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(Hanahaki AU tag)

Eddie bends double with the force of his coughing. Steve hurries to his side, helping him gather up all his hair out of the way as he spits out a congealed mass of petals covered in blood and saliva. It’s a pretty big mass. 

“It’s getting worse, Eddie. What was your plan, anyway?” Steve lets go of Eddie’s hair as Eddie wipes his mouth, but doesn’t go far, hand slipping down to rest on Eddie’s back. “Gonna be honest here, for a while I thought the girl lived out of state and that’s where we were going. But I’m getting kinda concerned that we’re not doing that.”

“What girl,” Eddie rasps, before he figures it out. Jesus H. Christ. 

“You know, the…” Steve’s rubbing circles on Eddie’s back, and Eddie thinks this whole stupid trip was worth it, just for this. Just for Steve Harrington soothing him like this, when he’s hurting. “The one you’re so hung up on. Did you tell her yet?”

There’s no such thing as a perfect time to come out, but Eddie thinks this might actually be worse than anything he could’ve imagined. He can’t figure a way to say actually it was never going to be a girl, turns out all the shit that gets said about boys who barf flowers is right on the money for me. It’s suddenly looking like pretty good odds that Steve figures everything out eventually, but if he can put it off even for a day, even for an hour, he’s going to do that.

So instead, he just mumbles, “I meant it. What I said. It’s selfish to put that on someone.” 

“Shit, Eddie. You can’t—this is the rest of your life we’re talking about, man. You know they say the cut doesn’t always turn out okay? People can get really messed up on that operating table. Like, the rest of their emotions don’t work right or something.”

“Not—gonna get the cut,” Eddie forces out. He spits again into the dirt. The taste of flowers is always in his mouth, these days. 

“You’re—” Steve’s hand clenches into a fist, snagged in Eddie’s shirt before he abruptly lets go. “What—what do you mean you’re not gonna get the cut? What, so you’re just gonna…”

“Yeah. You caught me. This is the Eddie Munson Farewell Tour, strictly limited engagement.” Eddie sits back in the dirt, closing his eyes and tipping his face up to the afternoon sun. 

It feels weirdly good to tell Steve, like now that he’s not the only person in the world who’s carrying this specific secret, there’s a little more space inside him. Feels peaceable. But then of course he hears a muffled noise, and when he looks over, Steve’s gasping for air, crouched with his head in his hands.

See? Selfish, even this much. Eddie sighs and leans over to rub Steve’s neck. 

“I had a pretty good run. Cheated death a few times already, thanks to some stalwart heroes I could mention. My time’s just up, is all.”

“How—” Steve wheezes. “How are you so—fuck, dude—you shouldn’t be—”

“I know,” says Eddie. “It would’ve made for a better story if I’d died fighting monsters or something, right? Damn my inconvenient survival.” He shakes a fist theatrically at the sky.

“Fuck off, don’t fucking say that,” says Steve, and turns to throw his arms around Eddie. He’s a heavy guy, and he’s not exactly being careful, so it’s basically a tackle; Eddie’s back hits the dirt, but Steve doesn’t let go. Eddie pets his hair a little as he clings to Eddie’s jacket, shaking, and stares up at the sky. There’s some clouds moving in on the horizon, all wispy and scattered like they’re not sure they’re meant to be there.  

Finally, Steve sits up, though he leaves a hand on Eddie’s side, big and warm on his ribcage. 

“Sorry,” Steve says, pinching the bridge of his nose. His voice is steady but strained. “Didn’t mean to have a, a fucking breakdown on you.”

“S’fine, Harrington. Get all those big feelings out now, there’s a good boy.” 

“I just.” Steve stops, and swallows hard. “I don’t see why—”

“Yeah, I don’t want to talk about it,” snaps Eddie. It’s a little soon for flowers to be stirring in his gorge again, but he can feel the queasy phantom clench in his guts that says the next one’s going to be a doozy. 

“Tough shit, Eddie! You don’t get to fucking die on us without talking about it.”

Eddie sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand, and wraps his arms around his knees. “I didn’t know you were setting the goddamn rules of life and death. Must’ve missed that little update.”

“Yeah, well.” Steve sets his jaw mulishly. “When I run off to die alone in the middle of nowhere, you can set the rules. Until then, I’m calling the shots.” 

Eddie drops his chin onto his folded arms. He really hates fighting like this, but he guesses this particular fight’s been dogging their heels since they left Hawkins, hunting them down like a patient predator. He’d thought he’d be frantic and furious if he ever had to talk about it, especially to Steve; the idea of it, of having this talk, had been enough to bring him to the edge of panic. Instead, all that’s left is a strange, bitter calm. 

He’ll get through this, no matter what’s on the other side. There isn’t any other option.

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Back To Krypton - Chapter 43 (The final chapter)

Read it on AO3 here!

Kara lifts her head up from where she was staring at her feet as the pod pulls up outside of the accommodation. She climbs out after reaching over and grabbing her things from the footwell in the front, ignoring the way the Kelex seems to be staring into her soul accusingly as she does so.

Walking to the front door, she unwraps Esme’s jacket from around hers and unravels hers so she can put it on. She doesn’t want to be separated from it now, that wouldn’t be very helpful. She tucks both Esme’s teddy and her jacket under her left arm and reaches out to open the door with her right, Kelex on her tail the entire time.

She walks in to find both her parents and the entire group sitting in the living area, everyone so silent that she could hear a pin drop.

“Hi.” She says to break the awkward air about the room, unsure of what else she can say given their current situation.

Her mother’s jaw tightens and her father’s hands clench into fists around the material of his pants. “Is that all you have to say?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Let’s be honest; we both knew this would happen and had to happen.”

Alura springs to her feet like she’s about to race over to her to confront her, but Zor-El’s hand on her wrist stops her and has her composing herself once more. “Kara, that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. We haven’t trusted each other since we made that deal. I know you wouldn’t give me the crystal, and you’ve always known that I would figure that out and try to steal it.” Kara argues, exasperated because she knows it to be true no matter how much they deny it.

Zor-El sniffs harshly. “I trusted you, Kara. I admit that I’ve known that you don’t trust me all along, but you’re my daughter. No matter how old you are, you’re my blood and I trust you. I wish you could’ve granted us that same honour.”

“So you’re going to tell me you wouldn’t have tried negotiating for more days? Or maybe just not given it to me until we figured out the atmosphere issue?” Kara sits down on the edge of the nearest couch, perched beside Nia. In doing so, she sees little Esme curled up between her parents, obviously nervous, if not afraid. “Can we talk about this in private? She doesn’t need to hear this.”

Her mother shakes her head. “I can’t trust that you don’t have some other plan that requires her to be elsewhere while we are distracted.”

Kara frowns. “I’m not you, mother. I don’t use children to trap or trick people.”

Alura recoils as though she’s been slapped. “I did what I did because I had to, not because I wanted to.”

“No, you didn’t. You could’ve used my beacon to call her without having me there. You arrested her in front of me and I’ll always remember you as the woman who took away my aunt.”

“I sent you into the other room.” Alura tries to argue.

“Do you think a twelve-year-old girl is just going to go without peeking? You didn’t even check that I’d gone. You know what? Never mind. Just let someone take her out of here. She’s just a kid.”

This time, it’s Zor-El that shakes his head. “No.”

“Excuse me?” Kara looks absolutely disgusted as her father stands up and grabs her by the forearm, pulling her across the room to sit beside her mother before he settles in front of her so she can’t escape.

The look she finds herself on the receiving end of is nothing short of pure devastation. “I want to trust you, Inah, but you’ve left me no choice. I cannot allow you to disrespect our family.”

He steps forward and reaches out to grasp her arm again as her mother does the same on the arm closest to her.

“Hey, get your hands off her!” Alex is on her feet and storming over quicker than a bullet from a gun, but she’s still not quick enough because she’s rounded on by both the Kelex from the accommodation and the one from the apartment that arrived with Kara. Their claw hands aren’t anywhere in sight as she’s threatened in a very similar manner to how Kara was back when she tried to steal the safe.

“Keep the…guests at bay.” Alura struggles to find the right word, one that isn’t defamatory.  

The entire team is kept firmly in their seats with the threat of violence looming over them. Kelly curls herself around Esme to try and protect her in case they get trigger-happy.

“Can I at least give my niece her teddy? She’s terrified, look at her.” Kara practically spits the question at the pair, shaking her head as she peers around her father’s form to see the little girl quaking in her mother’s arms.

Zor-El peeks over his shoulder, sees Esme and seems to return back to himself. He looks to Alura. “Maybe we should let her go.”

Alura shakes her head. “We can’t trust them.”

“Look at her, Alura. She’s just a child.”

Sighing and letting the sight of the terrified little girl tug at her heartstrings, Alura addresses a Kelex. “Take the young girl and her mother into the kitchen and keep them there until further instructions. Disarm unless they try to run.”

Kelly relaxes as one floats towards them, now looking a lot less threatening. “Follow.”

She gets up nervously, hoists Esme up into her arms and wraps her up tightly, her heart breaking as she feels her daughter bury her head into the crook of her neck, openly crying from fear.

“This is why I don’t trust you. I used to think you were the greatest people that ever lived, but you’re not. You’re the people that allowed the planet to die when you had the chance to save it. All you had to do was listen to Astra; she could have helped you, but you were too prideful. Now look where she is.” Kara bites her lip as she tries to force back the tears, determined not to show her parents how much this is affecting her.

Zor-El’s previously devastated look is no longer in place. Now, he’s completely unreadable. “We never claimed to be the greatest people, Kara. We’ve always just been your parents.”

“Except for when you abandoned me by sending me to another planet alone with the knowledge that I would be the last of my kind that carries any significant memory of our planet.”

“We haven’t done that yet!” Alura snaps. “You’re holding us to the actions of people we haven’t become yet.”

“You will,” Kara says, her voice low and dark. “That’s inescapable. Even now, you have to do it. No matter what, I must be raised on Earth or else the timeline will collapse. You don’t get to rectify any mistakes you’ve made. If you do save Krypton, that’s great, but you’ll have to live with what you’ve done.”

Alura’s lips press into a stiff line as she holds her tongue. Lena watches from across the room, barely looking at the Kelex that is threatening her. It’s not the first time she’s been on the wrong side of a gun, and it won’t be the last. She can deal with the emotional turmoil of that later. She’s more concerned about Kara.

Screw it. She steps forward, ignoring the Kelex as it speaks to her. “Remain where you are. Remain where you are.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Zor-El asks, arms folded as he takes in the sight of the woman trying to find a way around the floating robot that keeps moving in her path whenever she tries to doge her way around it to get closer.

“I’m going to comfort my girlfriend because her parents are assholes and are terrorizing her.” She snarls. “Move your pet rust bucket out of my way.”

“What is a rust bucket?” He asks with a frown before shaking his head. “Sit back down. This is a family affair.”

Lena’s lip curls. “You’re not her family. Not anymore. We’re Kara’s family, and if you think that we’ll let you stand there and corner her when you’re the ones being unreasonable, then you’re sadly mistaken.

Very quickly, Lena finds herself on the receiving end of a pair of glares that are sharper than a knife in a spear factory. “I suggest you sit back down before we have Kelex open fire.”

“Just do it, Lena. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Kara says, her voice pleading and her lips wobbling. “And that goes for you two as well. I don’t want any of you to get hurt.” She leans to one side to look directly at both Nia and Alex.

Her fingers are playing with the ear of the bear she’s still clinging to. She wishes she could give it to Esme to comfort her, although she’s happy to take care of it and take a little bit of comfort from it herself. If she weren’t so sure that Alex would never let her live it down, she would pull it up into her lap and snuggle it right now. She’d prefer to snuggle Lena more than the bear, but since there are weaponized robots being controlled by her parents, who are nothing short of assholes, that’s not feasible either.

“Now, what did you take from the lab?” Zor-El hardens his gaze as he stares down at his daughter.

Kara shakes her head, her eyebrows pinching. “Nothing. I didn’t take anything.”

“You think I don’t know my own daughter well enough to know when you’re lying, Kara? Don’t insult me. You may not believe we were good parents to you, but we did our damn best and will continue doing our best. We’ve never claimed to be perfect, but we love Kara more than anyone in this universe. I’m sorry you can’t see that, but now we have to protect our daughter and we can’t do that with you here. You’re not our daughter. The little girl currently at school is our daughter. The little girl who runs up to us excitedly when we arrive home is our daughter. Not you. We tried our best to see you that way, treated you like you’re her, but you’re not, so now we have to treat you as what you are.”

“And what’s that?” Kara presses her lips together, holding back the quiver of her lips to not give him the satisfaction.

He shrugs at her helplessly. “You’re a threat.”

“So that’s it?”

“Yes, Kara. That’s it.” He nods. “So what did you take?”

“I didn’t take anything.”

Zor-El’s eyes connect with Alura’s, and with that contact comes a silent message, one she hears loud and clear. They each grasp one of Kara’s wrists and ignore the way she stiffens beneath them. With her held in place so she can’t run, Alura uses her free hand to start searching Kara, and it takes her less than five seconds before her palm makes contact with a crystal through the material of her jacket. “Take it off.”

Kara yanks her wrists free and folds her arms over her chest. “No.”

Zor-El leans into her space. “That wasn’t a request. Need I remind you of the position your friends are in, Kara?”

Gritting her teeth, Kara slides the jacket off. As much as she wants to argue, she won’t do it at anyone else’s expense.

“Was that so hard?” Alura sighs as she starts pulling out the crystals from each pocket of the jacket, honestly surprised by how many Kara managed to store in there. “Rao, help me.” She murmurs.

“How did you get these?” Zor-El demands.

“You should hide stuff better, just for future reference.” Kara leans back, her hands covering her now bare forearms, slightly chilly without her jacket.

Zor-El takes the crystals and piles them up on the couch cushion on the other side of Alura. Once that’s done, he takes the jacket from his wife and checks it over himself to make sure there are no more crystals there. When he’s satisfied that all of them have been removed and that she’s not lying to him, he tosses the jacket onto her lap carelessly before he gathers the small pile of crystals in his arms. “Stay here.”

Kara watches him leave down the hallway with barely contained disdain written across her face, but they have a chance with him gone. She makes eye contact with the other three women in the room that she actually trusts and conveys a silent message.

Now.

Alex jumps into action first, ever the overachiever, and kicks the Kelex squarely in its tinny body. It sends it shooting back towards Kara, who pushes herself away from Alura, grabs Kelex’s arm and shoves the lit-up, weaponized arm into Alura’s chest.

The weapon wasn’t fully charged, so it barely does anything, but the momentary shock of the bolt of electricity she got and the sudden revolt from the group gives them enough time to make a break for it.

Kara is the last out the door, clutching Esme’s teddy to her chest along with her jacket, taking comfort in the items as she meets her mother’s eyes one last time as Zor-El’s footsteps thud along the hallway, having heard the commotion. He’s on his way back so they have to leave now, but she’s frozen. She’s sure this will be her last memory of her parents, and this one is much more traumatizing than the previous last memory she had of them. This time, she knows what they are.

A hand wrapping around her arm has her breaking eye contact with her mom. Her feet unstick and she whips her head around to see Lena’s worried eyes gazing back at her. They don’t have time to dive into it though. They have to go.

Rushing through the kitchen, Kara sees that Alex has been busy. There’s a Kelex on the floor, a knife sitting out of the screen on its face. She stabbed a robot in the face. That’s a very Alex move and honestly, Kara approves.

Alex, Kelly, Nia and Esme are gathered by the door leading out from the kitchen to outside looking uncertain. Kara pushes them all through it and slams it behind her.

“Kara, the crystals.” Kelly pushes out, looking frantic.

“It doesn’t matter. Just run. Go towards the stable and on my signal, you all have to scream as loud as you can and get ready to jump.”

“Jump?” Nia asks, her eyes wide as they start running.

Her question never gets answered over the thudding of their feet and their heavy pants as they run faster than they have ever run in their lives. Except for all of the other times they’ve been in life-or-death situations anyway, they probably ran just as fast then.

They get within fifteen feet of the stable door before they get the signal. “Now!” Kara shouts right before breaking into a scream.

They all join her, unsure of why they’re screaming or what in the world is happening, but still, they trust. They trust and they scream. Not for ice cream, although that would be nice. Nope, they’re screaming for H’Rakas. H’Raka’s that come storming out of the stable doors in a panicked frenzy thanks to the screaming.

“Jump!” Lena tries to sound demanding, but it comes out as more of a screech than anything.

Between the two H’Rakas, they manage to each get at least one hand on their harnesses as they race across the ground, and they’re being pulled right along with them until they get close enough to the accommodation building that the H’Rakas do what the group need them to do and fly.

And so, that’s how they find themselves dangling from a pair of H’Rakas. H’Rakas that are already harnessed up with two packs of their most important possessions strapped to them, one on each beast. On the back of Swoopy, there’s even another guest in the form of a floating, headless Kelex being pulled along by a rope.

They’re not out of the woods yet though, both figuratively and literally. Bolt and Swoopy instinctively fly towards the trees, ready to take them back over the forests and away from Kandor.

Lena manages to climb up and onto Bolt’s saddle just as Alex manages to climb onto Swoopy’s. From there, they start pulling people up until they’re safe, or at least try to.

Alex grabs Kara’s arm, annoyed that she’s still clutching onto the items from before in a bit of a shocked haze. “Come on, Kara. Pull yourself together. We have to get out of here.”

Alex pulls the teddy and jackets out of Kara’s arms so she can climb up behind her right before shoving them into her chest so she can try and get Nia up too. A quick glance over at the other H’Raka and his passengers tells her they’re safe. Lena, Kelly and Esme are all swashed together, Esme between the two women and as safe as they can be given the circumstances.

Knowing that they’re safe and in control of Bolt, Alex stops trying to control Swoopy, trusting that the dragon-like monster will follow the other H’Raka, or at least praying that’s what will happen.

She grips onto Nia’s forearm. “Pass me your other hand.” She yells down at her.

“I can’t.” Nia winces as she tries to use her still-injured hand to get up, slipping more as her other hand gives way a little at a time.

“Kara, help me.” Alex snaps at her sister, prompting Kara to shove the stuff beneath her thighs and actually help, the whipping wind doing wonders for getting her back into the action.

She reaches down and grabs Nia’s injured hand, ignoring her cries of pain. She pulls up, shuffling her onto the harness one inch at a time, eventually trading her hand for her wrist, then her forearm, then her bicep and armpit before she’s lying down across the harness on her belly but still on it nonetheless.

“Signal Brainy,” Kara speaks loudly so Nia can hear her over the wind.

“I can’t!” Nia clutches onto the nearest part of the harness she can, scared she is going to fall but too afraid to reposition herself better.

“For Rao’s sake.” Kara sighs. They have had their little signal button hanging on a thin cord like a pendant, and at no point in this mission has it left Nia’s neck. None of them have argued against this at any point, seeing it for what it is; Nia needs a connection with her boyfriend, who she’s been separated from for months now.

Kara reaches beneath Nia, shoving her hand down the front of her shirt and searching for the signal button with hurried fingers.

“Can you go a little bit fucking quicker?” Alex snaps, looking back to see the lights of what is, quite obviously, a pod coming up behind them.

The button must have fallen into Nia’s bra at some point in the ruckus, and Kara grimaces as she pulls it free before she unlatches the locket-like design of it and pushes the button on the inside with a firm press of her thumb.

It lights up so bright that the white light emitting from it shines through the fabric of Nia’s shirt, but none of them pay it any mind, too concerned with the pod that is gaining on them, a second one not too far behind.

They don’t have to worry though because just as Brainy had promised when they were planning this mission, he’s there in no time at all, a large panel open on one side for them to fly directly into, a panel that closes the second they have landed in the large, open cargo bay of the Legion ship.

Upon being trapped, the H’Rakas panic a little thrashing until Lena and Kara slide off their backs and press their hands to the centre of their heads, comforting them with a firm touch and murmured words of reassurance before they hear Brainy’s voice come booming from a speaker somewhere in the room. “Please make your way to the cockpit immediately.”

Lena grabs some of the straps that are attached to the walls that are used to secure luggage and such in place so she can start buckling the H’Rakas in. She’s making sure they’re safe, they’re part of the team now and she doesn’t have it in her to care about the consequences of taking the equivalent of a dragon back to Earth with them.

While Lena does that, Kara helps everyone down so they can start running to the cockpit, all of them unsteady on their feet since the ship is very much still moving. She presses Esme’s jacket and teddy into her arms before throwing hers on so it’s out of her hands.

“Need a hand?” She asks Lena.

“Nope, it’s done.” Lena presses a hand to her back, pushing her out the door as she shouts back over her shoulder. “Try not to panic, we don’t need you setting anything on fire!”

They skid through the hallways and throw themselves into their seats in the cockpit. “Can we go?” Kara calls out to Brainy, wishing she could see his face. She’s more than willing to just take in the view of the back of his head for now though, she’d like to get off this planet, as sad as she is to be leaving again.

“We have an issue.” Brainy frowns. “The ship is being tethered by some kind of connection and we can’t leave. Our speed has been limited and we can’t get out of the atmosphere if we can’t pick up speed.”

“Can you untether us?” Lena unclips herself and trips her way to his side.

“Yes, but I need to get closer to the source of the connection to do so.”

“I can do that. Hand over the controls.” Kara appears on the other side of him and Brainy gives up his seat, allowing her to sit down while he takes her seat, pulling up a screen and starting to get to work. Lena’s not sure what to do so she hovers for a moment. Kara glances up at her before nodding at her, trying her best to comfort her the only way she can given their lack of time. “Sit down and buckle up. This is going to be a bumpy ride.”

Lena does just that, checking that everyone else is strapped in before she clips herself in. “Ok, we’re all set.”

“Hold on!” Kara yells out before she sets the ship to maximum speed.

She makes an about-turn, which forces the pods on their tail to move out of their way or get hit by a ship that would cause catastrophic damage to them if they made contact at the speed Kara is going.

Speeding towards Kandor, Kara keeps her eyes peeled on the screen in front of her, watching every minute detail as they pass, directing them around trees, rocks and later buildings with a reaction that is much quicker than any of the others could manage. Call it experience; she’s been flying through a densely populated city at high speeds for years. She was made for this.

The Communications Centre is in a really inconvenient place: the city centre. That’s where she’s certain the tether must be from. That’s the only place she can reasonably assume managed to track the ship in such a short span of time, and that also has the resources and technology that allowed them to place the tether in the first place.

She speeds the ship forward, well aware that in a matter of moments, there will be a whole fleet of pods and ships trailing after them, just more things to avoid.

Onwards they fly, cutting through the air and rounding building after building in a precise but slightly chaotic manner.

“Holy shit! Kara, can you chill out?” Alex yelps as she’s thrown sideways in her seat, the seatbelt a little too loose. She yanks on the straps to cinch them in further, afraid that Kara’s driving will make them all snap and they’ll end up in a heap in the corner of the cockpit because she can’t fly a ship nicely.

“We’re flying for our lives here, Alex. Shut up!” Kara shouts, not taking her eyes off their flight path for even a second. She can’t afford to lose her concentration and accidentally fly them into a building or something now. These people might be destined to die but she won’t be the one to kill them.

The team all hang on as tightly as they can as Kara manoeuvres them through the city and around the stream of pods that are aiming directly for them, all of them shining their lights as brightly as possible in what is a clear attempt to blind them and make them stop. That would probably work better if it were dark and if they weren’t up against a ship from the future that has a whole boatload of built-in gadgets and gizmos that help them remain unaffected.

Brainy grits his teeth as he tries to keep his eyes on what he’s doing, blocking out Kara and her driving skills as much as he can. While he recognizes that she has the highest probability of being able to safely manoeuvre them through Kandor, or anywhere on this planet, he’d still prefer Lena be the one to drive. He should have asked her to in hindsight.

“Alright, Brainy, the Communications Centre is coming up. How close do I need to get us?”

“Stay on course. This distance is optimal. Circle around if possible.”

Kara furrows her brow, momentarily letting her mind slip to the H’Rakas and feeling bad for them. She knows they’re slipping about something silly in the cargo bay, even with them strapped in. Hopefully, when they’re out of the atmosphere she can check on them and calm them down.

When the Communications Centre is in sight, she flies right by it before taking a harsh left around a nearby school. It’s best she tries to keep her distance from that one as much as possible. This isn’t a day for the mass murder of children.

“A couple of laps please, Kara. I’ll have us untethered in less than a minute.”

Kara nods to herself and takes a shaky breath. It’s almost over.

Just as she rounds another building, she sees a giant wall of pods blocking her way, and thanks to her instinct not to hurt people, she ends up being forced to pull up, trying to avoid hitting any of them.

There must be at least a hundred pods all lined up to prevent them from passing, and as she climbs higher, the pods also fly up, blocking her from flying over them. “For Rao’s sake, it’s like these people have a death sentence,” Kara mutters before she hits the brakes, slowing them right down at a frightening pace and letting the pods continue climbing for a few seconds, all of them taking a long moment to realize what happened.

By the time they do know what Kara did, it’s too late. She has brought them back down and successfully turned around to go back to circling around the city.

“Almost there! Another twenty seconds!” Brainy calls out an update.

Kara has to slam the brakes on a second time when two pods block their way once again, two very familiar faces manning the ships.

“These people really do not get a hint.” Kara spits out, and there’s enough anger in her voice to prompt the people nearest to her, Lena and Nia, to look over and see what she’s looking at. They were previously just closing their eyes and praying since watching where they’re going only leads to a drastic increase in anxiety and nausea.

Kara can faintly hear Lena saying her name, trying her best to get her attention, but she’s too busy focusing on her parents to answer, a ringing in her ears slowly drowning out her words. She lets off the brake and then hits the throttle, heading right for them.

The ship blasts forward and she sees the rush of realization across their faces as they see that she’s going to force her way past them and pay them no mind. She’s not under their control and they’ve broken their relationship with her, not that there was much of one to begin with. They had their chance at being good parents, but they ruined it. They made their bed, now they have to lie in it.

The ship lurches forward, pushing the pods out of the way. Kara breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the pods simply spin out of control before they stutter to a stop and they both head for the nearest building for an emergency landing. They’re fine. She might hate them, but she doesn’t want them dead.

“Got it! Let’s go!” Brainy shouts. Kara takes no more prompting to angle the ship upwards, and she starts building up their speed. They’re finally leaving.

As they go, the back of the ship takes some minor blasts from a couple of larger vessels that joined in the fun a little too late. They probably would have had an issue if they had gotten to them sooner, but now it doesn’t matter.

They break free of the atmosphere and plummet out into space, where Kara then slows them down enough to swap seats with Brainy once more, allowing him to take over and get them on course back to their time.

Within moments, they’re in the timestream and safely away from any danger. No Kryptonians can follow them here, and they can plan what they will do when they get back to Earth. They still have Lex to deal with, but for now, they can spare a few minutes to fully take in the weight of what just happened—all of it. The past few months have been full of a lot of major events that none of them will forget in a hurry, and it will take time to fully process it all.

As soon as Brainy gives them the all-clear, Nia is out of her seat and throwing her arms around him, dropping herself into his lap and pressing her lips to his. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” His tone is soft, and he reaches out to the still-glowing pendant to turn off the signal. “These past few months have been quite difficult without you. I would not like to repeat that.”

Nia beams down at him, her eyes watering. “Me neither.”

The rest of the team watches their little reunion, each couple wrapping their arms around each other’s waists, taking in the sight of the cute couple reuniting.

“You guys are so adorable.” Kara breaks them out of their little moment, grimacing when she realizes she ruined the romantic moment.

“Thank you, Kara. I agree.” Brainy nods over at her. “And I must say that you and Lena also make a very adorable couple too. I assume you figured out your feelings for each other based on the way you’re pressed into each other.”

“You knew?” Lena baulks. “You knew, and you didn’t think to tell me?”

Brainy frowns. “I was under the impression that you were aware of your feelings.”

Lena throws her hands up in the air. “I was. I wasn’t aware of Kara’s though. You could have told me!”

“It wasn’t my place.” Brainy answers simply. “I am pleased you both figured it out though.”

Lena sighs. There’s no point in being annoyed about it. It all worked out for the best. “Oh well. At least we did figure it out.”

“That is a very big plus.” Kara shrugs.

“How did the mission go?” Brainy asks. “Did you get the blueprints?”

The team shares uncomfortable looks before Kelly steps forward, her eyes pinned on Kara. “Did we?”

Kara breaks into a smile. “We did.”

Everyone smiles back at her, barely contained confusion on their faces as they do. Lena nudges her with her hip. “Want to explain what exactly happened back there? I didn’t know you packed the H’Rakas up. How did you even do that without us noticing?”

“Ok, so I’m going to have to explain this a bit at a time.” Kara starts.

“Please do,” Alex says.

“And please tell me what a H’Raka is,” Brainy interjects.

“It’s one of those dragon-type creatures we have in the cargo bay,” Nia explains.

Brainy shoots up from his seat and almost sends Nia sprawling onto the floor. “You kept them? I thought you let them go! We can’t take them back to Earth with us.”

“Sure we can, and we’re going to.” Kara’s voice is firm as she says it. “Bolt and Swoopy are part of the team now and there’s nothing anyone can say that will change my mind.”

“You definitely changed the timeline. There’s going to be a mess to clean up when we get back to Earth.” Brainy complains, sitting back down in a huff.

“Anyway, I packed the H’Rakas up early this morning before anyone was awake, and I opened their stall doors. I used the fact that they’re known to break free from rope when startled to my advantage so we could use them for a quick getaway too. It was a perfect plan.”

“And you packed the one crystal we have?” Lena confirms, proud of Kara now that she’s aware that Kara actually came up with a pretty good plan, one that was actually successful.

Alex grins at her, sharing Lena’s thoughts. “I’m glad part of your plan worked.”

“The other parts worked too.” Kara shrugs. “I meant to get caught at the apartment and the lab.”

“Why?” Alex’s eyes widen dramatically.

“So they wouldn’t think to check the bear.”

In an instant, all eyes are on the bear cradled between Esme’s arms, the little girl grinning almost evilly. “I helped Aunt Kara.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asks, in shock as she takes in the look on her daughter's face.

Esme holds out her bear for Kara to take. “I helped Aunt Kara.”

“She was my little spy.” Kara grins. “Nobody is going to suspect a kid who is playing of shoving important information crystals into their teddy bear. I got my father to get a few of them out when I took Esme with me to the lab the first time under the guise of needing them for research. He counted them all before putting them away, but I stuck a few blank ones in their place. He didn’t suspect a thing because I was too busy being suspicious about other things.”

“You used my daughter to steal?” Alex wants to be angry, she really does, but Kara just came up with a plan that was so good that even she didn’t see through it.

Kara smiles. “I sure did. I figured that if the other plans worked then that’s all fine and dandy, but this was my main plan. I had a plan in a plan in another plan. I wanted to cover all bases and it worked.” She holds up the bear before she unzips the back of it and pulls out several crystals that had been pushed into it. “Now, that’s how you use a bear to smuggle the goods.”

“Holy shit.” Nia laughs. “You got us, Kara. I’m not even mad about it. I have a crazy amount of respect for you right now.”

That leads Kara to take a deep bow, the crystals balanced precariously in her hands. Lena takes them off her, scared she’s going to drop them. “You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

“How did you plan for us to escape from the accommodation other than the H’Rakas? How did you know we’d get out of there?” Kelly asks.

“I just figured that they’d cross a line at some point and Alex would go all mama bear. That kind of happened, but it was mostly dumb luck there. I couldn’t plan it all, but I did a lot of it covered just in case.”

“I have no idea what happened to you guys out there, but I do have to ask more questions,” Brainy says. “Did I see you carrying a sword on the back of one of the H’Rakas, and why did I see a decapitated robot being dragged behind you?”

“Yeah, it’s a family heirloom, and the Kelex is purely to help carry luggage.” Kara boasts. “The sword is actually super cool and—”

“It’s definitely going to change the timeline some more.” Brainy cuts her off, not even touching on the Kelex again. That whole thing is horrifying.

Lena comes to her rescue. “Most likely, but we’ve got everything we need to get back home and face Lex. We’ve got everything under control, Brainy. This is a happy time. Smile.”

His shoulders sag. “I am happy. The mission was successful and that’s excellent news.”

“It is.” Kara agrees, scooping Esme up and setting her on her hip. “And Miss Esme here is the star of the show. She’s the hero here.”

The group breaks into applause for the little girl, who is laughing her head off as they holler her name.

“We did it.” Kara sighs after she sets Esme back down, moving to wrap her arm around Lena’s shoulders and leaning in to press her lips to her cheek. “Now, let’s get back to Earth."

The end...for now

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