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STILL IN LOVE! #7 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Toji stood in the empty living room, the light illuminating from the television as it played some random show that you were watching before he came. It’s been so long since the last time he was here, at least that’s what it felt like. Nothing really changed for the most part, still the same decor, the layout still the same. He couldn’t help but notice the set of fresh roses that sat on your dining room table, paired with a detailed glass vase. He already had his guesses on who gave them to you.

Toji looked over his shoulder towards the corridor that led to the bedrooms, you were still busy helping Naya wash up. He walked over to the table, fingertips gently touching the delicate petals. There was still regret and jealously that bubbled in Toji’s chest. When it came to you, he was selfish, never thought in a million years he’d lose you once he had you. That was his problem. With each longing look at the roses, it reminded him of when he did have you, the beginning of things. He used to buy you flowers just for the hell of it, buy you small trinkets he knew you’d like, addicted to your smile when he’d handed them to you. But like almost everything in this world, things fall apart.

Those moments turned into him coming home while you were in the kitchen, eating dinner with Naya and Megumi, not even glancing your way. Not a word to you or his kids all because of an argument you had before he left for work that morning. Of course he regrets it all now, when it’s too late for something to be done and said. It’s cliche, but it was true.

His eyes flickered towards the small card by the roses, his jaw clenched as he grabbed it, slowly opening it to read:

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman — Kento

“Hey.” The sound of your voice snapped Toji out of his thoughts, quickly placing the card down and facing you. “The kids are, uh, asleep.” You nodded.

“Should we talk here or?” Toji cleared his throat, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

“Bedroom should be fine.” As you walked down the corridor, Toji followed behind you. There was still that picture of you and the kids on the wall, the one that he took when you all went to the water park. It was a bittersweet moment, but he’s glad that you still had it up despite the memory that came with it.

He shut the bedroom door behind him as you stood in the middle of the room. “So, you wanted to talk about the kids and us?”

“Yeah, I just want us to find a level placement where we can co-parent healthily. You know…where we don’t fight and argue every time we talk to each other,” you explained with a slight chuckle. “I just want better communication. Like if you can’t or can take the kids, if you’ll be going to their school events or something.” You fiddled with your hands.

Toji stared at you even while you avoided eye content with him. He took notice you how you played with your hands too, something you always did when you were anxious, thinking about things. He could tell something else was on your mind. Something else was on his mind too.

“What I’m saying is, I just think we should strictly keep communication minimal. Just about our kids. What we do with our personal lives should be kept private unless it involves Naya and Megs somehow.” You inhaled, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Toji’s brows furrowed at your statement. “Isn’t that what we have been doing?” He questioned, leaning against your wall.

“Despite what you might think, no. And to be honest, I know that you know that not what we’ve doing, Toji,” you scoff.

“If this is about what’s been going on the last few months, I apologize,” he spoke.

“It’s,” you sigh, “it’s more than that. Ever since the divorce, we never acted divorced.”

“You mean how we were still sleeping together,” he bluntly said.

You rolled your eyes at how honest he was, but you should know by now that he was no different from when you first met him. “Yes,” you answered.

“We haven’t slept together in months—”

“And about the unresolved feelings that we still hold for each other. That needs to stop. All of it,” You interrupt.

Toji was at a loss for words, staring at you, and finally for the first time in this conversation, you locked eyes with him. “You’re really taking this guy seriously, huh?”

You sigh, plopping down on the edge of your bed. “He’s a good guy, Toji.”

“I never said he wasn’t.” He shrugged, standing up straight.

“Okay, but you’re acting weird about it. Why can’t you accept that I’ve moved on? You should do the same.” You stood upright. “Me and you,” you gestured between you and Toji, “it won’t work out.”

Toji knew in the back of his head that you were right, but to hear those words out loud felt like a knife to the heart. Both of you stood in silence. All kinds of thoughts were running through his head, every single of them screaming at him to say something, to try and get you to change your mind. He doesn’t want to argue or fight, not anymore, so he holds his thoughts and feelings back even if it does hurt.

Say something. Don’t. Say it. Just keep quiet. Tell her.

“I’ve tried to move on just so you know. I’ve really tried, y/n.” And there it goes. There goes the words spilling out of his mouth despite what may come next. He just needs you to hear him just this one last time. He doesn’t care if it doesn’t change a thing between you two, he needs you to know regardless. “Trying to get with different woman, having sex, drinking, pretending to be who I was before I met you. But where did I end up each time? Right back to you, right back in your bed, in your home, holding you, kissing you, regretting everything bad I’ve ever done to you, to our kids.”

“Toji—”

“We were together for 10 years, married for 8 . As soon as you told me you were pregnant with Megs, I knew right then I wanted to make you my wife, to build a bigger family with you, to do right by you and our kids. I can’t just throw all that away, all those memories. Even the bad ones. You changed me, made me want to be better. No other woman has done that but you.” Toji walked closer towards you. It felt like your feet were glued to the floor, incapable of moving.

“Then why did you treat me that way?” Your voice slightly broke as you held back tears. “Like you were beginning to hate me, to hate us.” The thought made you clench your eyes shut as a frown formed on your lips. You hated to remember. Your should began to shake as a sob racked through your body. “You don’t understand how that made me feel,” you whimpered.

Toji looked at you with soft eyes. “I never hated you or the kids, not a fucking second. That thought would never even cross my mind. Hate the woman who brought me the most beautiful thing life can bring you? Hate them? Even though they can be a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. You laughed along with him, nodding in agreement. “Look at me, mama.” Toji lifted your chin, wiping the tears off of your cheeks. “I can never hate you or our kids. Tell me that you understand that.”

“I understand.” You sniffled.

“I know the way I started treating you and our family towards the end is what caused everything to fall apart. I don’t know why I did what I did. Arguing with you over stupid shit, acting like a fucking asshole, not being there when I should’ve. You had every right to leave. It’s my own fault that I didn’t realize what I had before it was gone. I’ll live with that for the rest of my life. You’re an amazing woman, a beautiful person, a wonderful mother. You were everything I could ever ask for. I’m sorry for making you feel like you were any less than that.” He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly while you cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

For the first time in years, you and Toji had a conversation without it turning into a heated argument. It was like a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders, like you could finally take a deep breath of fresh air. Toji just held you while you cried it out, rubbing your back gently. Though it hurts, he’s glad he was able to tell you, to apologize. “Mama, you deserve to move on and be happy. It’ll hurt like hell for me, but that’s what I deserve for what I did. My karma. I’ll level with you, I’ll do what you want.”

You pulled away from him, teary eyes staring up into his. “You mean it?”

Without hesitation he replied, “of course.” If it wasn’t painfully obvious already, Toji was still in love with you. How could he not be? He’ll miss you, miss the times you spent together. He wishes he could make up for all those bad times, replace those memories with good ones.

“Thank you, Toji.” You softly smiled.

“Dont thank me. It’s the least I could do.” He held onto your hand, his warm touch lingering on your skin before he pulled it away. “I’ll see you around, y/n.” Before he said anything else, he needed to walk away. Opening your bedroom door, he disappeared from your sight down the hall. You bit down on your bottom lip, brows furrowed as you sat there and began to process everything that happened.

Toji sat in his car outside your house. “Fuck,” he sighed. It should be him. You and him. He should be buying you flowers, kissing your soft lips, holding you tight, making love to you, telling you he loves you. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as looked at your front door. In front of him, a familiar car pulled into your driveway. Toji sat and watched closely, noticing it was the man he caught a glimpse of in your house, your new boyfriend, Kento. As he walked up the steps, you opened the door for him before he knocked, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his lips with a smile. His hands were on your waist as he kissed you back, pulling you closer towards him.

Toji tore his eyes away from the sight in front of him, jaw clenched as he started his car. You were his karma and the woman he was in love with.

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Tethered(NSFW)

Yandere!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: dubcon, Kurapika is delusional and obsessive, oral(f!receiving), breeding kink

A/N: My Yandere!Kurapika is super soft… sorry he’s not mean or crazy, he’s only a bit paranoid and obsessive

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Kurapika never enjoys chaining you up. Not only is it humiliating for you, but he hates seeing the fear and panic on your face when you can’t move.

But it was necessary today, unfortunately.

The day had started out normally. He held you in his lap, giving the top of your head soft kisses as he enjoyed his tea and a good book. You were very compliant, even leaning against his chest, into his touch.

He should have known something was up with you then. You were buttering him up, leading him into a false sense of security. Kurapika truly believed that things were getting better, that you had finally accepted your place by his side, and that maybe… you had even started to love him too.

But he had been wrong, and the truth was enough to break his heart.

Because of your good behavior as of late, he had decided to take you out on a date. You had been laying down hints that you were interested in the aquarium that had opened up in town, and it had been months since you’d last been outside of his property.

The small cabin and garden were nice, but you were getting beyond bored of it. Kurapika believed some time outside may lift your spirits, and even help the two of you bond.

He should have known better.

You were acting like the perfect little girlfriend, holding his hand, letting him explain to you the biology of some of the undersea creatures you passed by in the aquarium, and even sweetly sharing an ice cream cone with him.

It was near the end of the tour when you started looking around, squeezing your legs together.

“Are you alright?” Kurapika asked, his brows knit together in concern.

“A-ah, I’m okay… I just need to use the bathroom…”

Usually, that would have made him suspicious, but you had drank two bottles of water during the walk. He could understand that your bladder just be full, and he was calmed when he noticed you seemed embarrassed to ask him for help. You really did need to use the bathroom.

“Alright, I think I saw one near the exit.”

Kurapika guided you to the bathroom, squeezing your hand and leaning into whisper into your ear. “My angel, you have 5 minutes to get your business done with. Am I clear?”

You nodded quickly, shifting your weight. “Y-yes! Can I go now?”

He sighed, letting your hand go. Even when he was sure there was no way for you to escape, letting you go in public made him irritable. “Hurry.”

He watched you go, smiling slightly when you squeaked and avoided eye contact with any male that came within 5 feet of you. Kurapika wasn’t the type to kill anyone that came near you, but someone touching or talking to you was a different story. You were keeping others from getting hurt, something he found sweet.

If only you knew the amount of people he had killed on your behalf. Maybe you would be so complacent when he curled up with you at night.

Kurapika leaned against the wall, glancing down at the time on his phone. It had been 5 minutes already, and you had yet to walk out. Since it wasn’t busy and people often mistook him for a woman, Kurapika decided to walk in and get you himself, or at least check on you. He didn’t want to embarrass you if you had a stomach ache, so he used In to cloak his presence.

He just didn’t expect to see your plump ass wiggling and squirming as you tried to escape out of a small window.

Kurapika was less angry, more heartbroken and disappointed. He had assumed the two of you were finally getting to the point where he could trust you a little… just for you to try and escape.

“Seems you can’t be trusted, (Name).”

He watched as you flinched from the sound of his voice. It didn’t feel good to know you were afraid of him. “I hope you know this means you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. You’ll be staying home until further notice.”

Kurapika was well aware that you knew running from him when you were in his line of sight would result in him swiftly catching you, so he waited for a moment for you to pull yourself out of the window and walk back. If you were good and stayed quiet while he drove you home, he might even forget this silly little attempt. It was unsuccessful after all… no harm, right?

But you stayed there, and he could see your thighs starting to tremble slightly from having you stand on your tippy toes to reach the window. Your entire upper half was outside…

“I’m… stuck…”

Kurapika blinked, glancing from you to the bathroom door. “You’re… stuck? Really? You didn’t think this through at all.”

“J-just help me!” you yelped, though you immediately backtracked when you felt his aura frow cold. “P-please, Pika.”

The use of the nickname you had given him before he had kidnapped you, when the two of you had been dating and in love made him calm down immediately. You didn’t use it often now, only when you really needed something or when you were in trouble. Even though he knew it was just to soften him up, he gave in every time.

He just wanted you to call him that again, for you to love him again.

“Alright…”

Kurapika walked forward, eyeing your wiggling hips with his scarlet orbs. He may not be furious, but he still felt anger and betrayal at your attempts to get away from him.

Did he not give you a carefree life, where you wanted for nothing and was pampered like a princess? Hell, the blonde had recreated your room from home to make sure you were as comfortable as possible when he kidnapped took you away.

His hand grabbed hold of your hips, squeezing the fatty flesh. It reminded him of the times before he took you, when he would hold onto you right as he fucked into your soaking cunt, whispering words of love and worship. You were his everything, and he did all of these things to keep you safe…

Couldn’t you see that? Couldn’t you understand that behind all of his actions that may seem cruel and unfair, that he did it all for you? Kurapika had thrown away his moral code, sacrificed sleep and time all for you.

Maybe he just had to remind you how good it felt to be with him.

He started off with a soft caress to the small of your back, slowly moving his hand to cup your ass. You let out a yelp, your wiggling increasing. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

He squeezed harder, his thumb rubbing against your clothes cunt. “Quiet. You just need a little reminder, my angel. You won’t want to leave again after this…”

Kurapika bent down, lifting your skirt to get to your panties. He couldn’t help the pride that swelled up in his chest when he saw the wet spot already forming. Just his touch could get you like this…

“Oh, my little angel… is this why you’ve been so restless? Been missing me?” he muttered to himself, giving a soft kiss to your clothed pussy. “I’m sorry… I wanted to give you space to get used to your new home, I should have been taking care of you better.”

You could only whine, feeling his hands easily pry open your thighs. Your panties were ripped off, tossed to the side so he could get to your pretty, dripping cunt.

“How I’ve missed you…” he said softly, giving your pussy a soft kiss. “I love you so much… let me take care of you, like I used to…”

You were barely able to hold back your moans as his tongue lapped at your folds softly, finding your clit within seconds. He couldn’t help smirking when you pressed your pussy against tongue. You wanted more, you were just too shy to say it… right?

He sucked softly on your clit, his fingers teasing your hole as you panted. “P-please…” you whispered, your legs shaking. Your face was hot and you were starting to sweat, the outside air muggy from the small rainstorm earlier that day. “Need it…”

And he complied, fucking you on his fingers. His other hand kept a hold of your hip as his tongue lapped softly at your clit. “Whatever you want, my angel. Anything you ask for is yours…”

Kurapika kept at it until you cried out his name, moving your hips to meet his fingers. “G-gonna-!”

You came, making a mess on his hand. He didn’t mind at all though, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he licked away the mess. “There we go… you must feel better now, right?”

You nodded, but he couldn’t see that so you answered softly, still recovering. “Y-yeah…”

It did feel good… but you still didn’t want to be trapped with him. You had loved Kurapika once, and maybe you still cared for him to some extent, but being kidnapped and forced into isolation where he was your only company would drive anyone insane…

“I wanna… go home…” you murmured, feeling him pull your panties back over your ass. He seemed to enjoy taking care of you like this. Dressing you, brushing your teeth, doing your hair… even though you could do it all yourself, he insisted on helping you.

Maybe he wanted to feel useful so you would willing stay with him. A willing lover was much better than a captive one.

As he tugged your skirt into place, he grabbed your hips and easily pulled you out of the window. You sighed in relief, though that didn’t last long.

You felt the familiar cold sensations of chains wrapping around you, keeping your arms pressed against your side and unusable. You had been hoping he wouldn’t punish you since he had been so sweet.. but it seemed your actions were still enough to at least slightly anger him.

“Since you can’t be trusted, you’re going to stay like this the whole way home. And when we’re back…”

He formed a chain on her wrist that linked to his. “You’ll be tethered to me at all times, until you can learn to behave.”

He seemed weirdly excited about this, his face nuzzling softly against your neck as he walked you to his car.

You were starting to realize this was less of a punishment for you, and more of a treat for him.

Well… at least he seemed happy and wasn’t staring at you coldly before leaving you alone for months. That was the usual punishment. Isolation from even him. When Kurapika was the only human you received human contact and interaction from, it was torture being ignored.

So you counted yourself lucky, only pouting a little at his clingy nature.

‘Surely she understands my love and devotion to her her now.’

He deluded himself into thinking everything was okay… you were by his side, letting him hold you close as the two of you were linked together by the short chain.

In reality, you didn’t want to move away from him and get him in a sour mood after your behavior earlier. So you stayed still and quiet, your face slightly warm as he muttered those same words of adoration that you’d hear every time the two of you made love.

Your heart was beating fast, even though you didn’t want to feel these fuzzy feelings. You still loved him, forever tethered to him whether you liked it or not.

Escape was looking less and less likely… so instead of thinking about it too much, you tried your best to relax, feeling him harden against you.

Would it be so bad to have sex with the man that stole you away from the life you had before? He had been your boyfriend, and god you were too horny to even think as he tugged your panties to the side.

“You want this?” Kurapika asked, his cock rubbing against your needy pussy.

“Y-yes, please Pika!”

And he couldn’t deny you… not when you were begging for him.

His thrusts were messy, full of need and desperation for you. Kurapika had missed this, missed being inside of your warm, tight cunt. It had been months since he had last buried himself inside of you, days before your relationship was changed forever due to him stealing you away.

It felt so good, the both of you feeling all the tension fading away as you were able to focus on nothing but the feeling of your bodies joining together.

“P-Pika!”

His heart pounded in his chest when he heard you call for him. There was no underlying motive, you just wanted him, wanted him to hold you and make you feel good like he did before. You still loved him so much, it hurt. It hurt your very sole to be so reliant on someone that stole your freedom.

“I’m here… shh…”

He quieted you with a kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as you came. Kurapika couldn’t help the way his cock twitched inside of you as he thought about the possibility this creampie could get your pregnant.

One of the things he wanted in life was a family, to continue the Kurta clan bloodline. And you, panting softly after coming down from your high, were the only one he wanted to make a mother.

“Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Kurapika carried you to the bathroom, undressing you. Before, he may have been flustered at the sight of your naked body, but he had been dating you for nearly three years… if you counted the 6 months you’d been held captive with him.

Your body still made him blush, but it was familiar, warm. Safe.

After a quick bath, the two of you curled up in bed together. You didn’t have much of a choice considering the chain keeping the two of you tethered, but even if you weren’t tied to each other, you still would have wanted his comfort after sex.

“Did so well…” he whispered, kissing your forehead. No matter what you did, Kurapika was always so gentle with you.

You could kick, yell, bite, insult him, and scream at the top of your lungs, but he would only restrain you and hold you close. His touch was never rough or meant to hurt you…

“Tired, Pika…”

He hummed softly, his thumb stroking your cheek. “Sleep. I’ll be here, like always.”

It was meant to reassure you, but the thought of never being able to escape him still made you uneasy. Even if you did love him, even if he made you feel good and fuzzy inside… your freedom would still always be out of your reach.

Regardless, it had been a long day, and sleep took you without any consideration for your feelings.

As you dozed off, Kurapika just watched you. He was hopeful that soon enough, he would no longer have to keep you chained for him.

All he wanted was for you to stay with him, to be happy by his side…

And as you slept, curled up in his arms, he smiled softly.

You would always be with him, safe in his arms and away from the nasty outside world full of hate and misery.

He would keep you happy, make sure you were never hurt in any way. His mind couldn’t rest when you weren’t by his side… he needed you just as much as he needed to keep you safe.

Kurapika’s eyes grew heavy, and he knew that soon, he would join you in sleep. He could rest easy, knowing that his darling was right here with him, content and asleep.

“I love you, my precious angel. I hope you know that…”

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The Boys Preference: Being Their Weapon

Requested: a preference of femreader being the boys' main weapon, that homelander doesn't even know of..? 😫 dialogue prompt 27 & 60 - anon

A/N: Reminder my loves! Prompts only go with fic requests, no other kind of requests. It's all in the pinned post, please be sure to read! I've updated it recently to be as clear as possible :) I also only write gn!readers as it states in my rules linked in my bio. Hope you can understand! I based it loosely off this fic because I think the Supe abilities would fit perfectly! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher didn't like you and you didn't like Butcher. He punched you, he hit you with his gun. He knew you thought about killing him that day, grabbing his wrist and killing him instantly, but Frenchie stopped you. When you agree to help them, you make sure it's known that you're not doing this for Butcher at all. That if it were just him asking you, you'd let him die. He thought you were stupid. Stupid and dangerous and unstable. Kicking them out like that only proved him right. Regardless of what Hughie or Frenchie or Kimiko said, nothing would change the way he felt about you. He would never admit that he was grateful for your help, but he was. If everything went to hell, at least they'd have you. Still, he couldn't help but eye you every time you came in. He didn't like what you could do. If you decided you weren't interested, if you felt threatened even a little bit, you could kill all of them without even trying.

Hughie had no problem with what you could do. It's not like you could control what the V did to you. And you never wanted the V in the first place. It was intimidating sure, but he wasn't scared of you because of it. Underneath the fear, the resistance, was someone who just wanted to be treated with a little kindness. He could do that. He could do more than that. He tried to talk to Annie about why she was so hesitant, but she just couldn't explain it. You warmed up to Hughie pretty quickly. He was curious about your powers. You showed him what you could do with plants, fruits and vegetables mostly. They'd rot in your hands. You could kill everyone and everything. You admitted to him all the things you missed, but were too scared of doing, even with gloves and protection. Hugs mostly, petting animals. He hadn't realized how much your powers would affect you. The least he could do was not be scared of you. The least he could do was be your friend.

Annie tries not to stare. Alongside the whole "killing people with your touch" You were a little cagey. The last time she saw you you were screaming at everyone to get out of your apartment. Now you stood beside Frenchie, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You clung to Frenchie and Kimiko, keeping everyone else at a professional distance. She tried to be nice, she tried not to flinch when you moved too fast or abruptly, but she couldn't help it. Like M.M. she was wary about you. You'd all done things you weren't proud of, but you turned your Supe-ability into a prpfession. A dangerous one that left a lot of innocent (and not so innocent, you'd like to point out) dead. She knows your upbringing wasn't the most traditional, but was that really an excuse? You could tell how she felt just from the way she looked at you. You tried not to take it personally.

M.M likes you, but he doesn't like the idea of you. Killing people just by touching them is just too much. Too dangerous. He makes sure he's never too close to you. Unlike Frenchie who is quote affectionate and far more easygoing than everyone else, Marvin was stressed out. He watched you carefully, keenly, making sure he only came near you when you were wearing gloves or something else that prevented any skin from showing. You know he feels this way and you don't push it. There were tons of people in your life like him, scared of you, petrified even. You knew it was better to keep your distance and not to try anything funny. It was just easier. No jokes, nothing. You didn't mind keeping your relationship professional. Marvin knew how important you were, that it was a big sacrifice given your past to accept this offer, but he couldn't let go of the idea that you could kill any number of them with your pinky alone.

Frenchie is the first person you trust out of the whole group. He comes back to see you alone. If you truly don't want to help, he won't force you. He just wants to talk. Despite yourself, you let him in. Maybe loneliness is finally getting to you. You're still wary, but eventually you let go a little, realizing he was going to keep his word. You become friends. He's the first friend you've had since you were a kid, before being locked up. He wasn't as afraid of you as everyone else was and you were constantly reminding him to be careful around you. You start to ask questions, logistical ones about what it would mean to join the team, what it would mean to take down Homelander. He assured you they would never let anything happen to you. You trust him. When he brings you to meet the team officially, there's a collective sign in relief. If the plan went wrong, if they ran out of options, they would always have you. You were the perfect weapon. To Frenchie though, you were just a new friend, teammate.

Kimiko likes you. If Frenchie likes you, then she does too. You're a little hesitant to start signing with her. Your hands flying everywhere wasn't such a good idea given that you could kill someone. Still, she didn't mind. She understood the fears, your past. The both of you had been used. The both of you had been given Compound V. You both killed people. Kimiko was the second person you trusted and this tome it was immediate. She wasn't scared of you, though she understood your hesitation. Good things were never truly good. There was always something horrible lingering just behind it. Friends were nice. Friends were a good thing. But doing this? Killing Homelander? That could lead to something awful. You had to be hesitant. You had to be careful. She wasn't going to hold this kind of thinking against you. You had as much a right to be afraid as they did.

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After Class

Teacher Tonowari x Student Reader

Summary: who knew a little incident could lead you into your teachers arms

Warning: modern day au, teacher x student, tonowari is divorced from ronal, slut shaming

Yn/3rd person pov

I smiled down at my phone as I read the texts tsireya was sending on how she loves that the teachers give her special treatment since her dad was a teacher here as well.

I rolled my eyes as she started gushing on about her new bio teacher and how hot he is 'not as hot as your dad' I bit my lip knocking off my phone and turned back to the lesson.

She is my best friend since childhood how could I do this to her fuck I let out a shakey breathe as he flexed his muscles as he wrote on the board.

My skin tingled as I listened to his voice as he explained the upcoming assignment but I wasn't focusing on that.

I imagined him bending me over the desk and thrusting into me telling me how naughty I was for thinking such things.

But as I got more into each fantasys I thought back to my last sleepover at tsireyas, I clenched my thighs together my breathe quickening.

While tsireya was sleep and her dad was out on a date I couldn't help myself but sneak into his room stripping myself of my clothes and touching myself in his bed.

My body squirmed in his bed I couldn't help myself "yn yn" I shook my head coming out of my daze "get back into the lesson" tonowari murmured handing out a small booklet to each of us.

His presences lingering at my desk people starting asking questions on the new work and before I knew it we were packing up for the end of the day.

I swung my bag over my shoulder and started making my way to the door "yn I need to speak with you" I froze blushing at his commanding tone.

I stared at the door for a few seconds as I watched the last student leave "yes Mr tonowari" I tried my best to smile as I turned to him "close the door" he murmured.

I did as I was asked my hands slightly quivering as I stood infront of him he quickly grabbed something from his desk and when I caught sight of what it was I wanted to die.

"Are these yours" he grinned as he hung the slutty looking red underwear infront my me my face turned fifty shades of pink "n-no" I stuttered.

He rolled his eyes and stuffed them in his pocket before coming closer to me and leaned down to my height "oh really then who was it I caught touching herself in my bed" he said teasingly.

I wanted to run and hide never to come out again but why wasn't he mad did he actually like it.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out he only shook his head chuckling to himself "who knew the girl that used to be in our house since she was in diapers was such a slut" he growled.

I stumbled on my feet and he was quick to catch me and pulled me in close "and who knew she had a crush on her best friends dad and her own teacher" he bit his lip looking down at me.

We stared at each other in silence in till he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss he started guiding me with his hands to his desk i let out a small squeak as my back hit the desk.

His hands started gliding up and down my body as he whispered dirty phrases to me "i bet you've fantasized about this before slut" he groaned as he started grinding into me.

I bit my lip so hard i thought it would draw blood just to stuffle my moans I could feel his cock throbbing through our clothes.

It was like an unspoken conversation we just started taking off eachothers clothes and admiring eachothers body's "fuck I wanted to fuck you since that sleepover" he muttered as he pushed inside me.

My mouth formed an o shape as he started thrusting inside me "tonowari" I moaned my nails dragging themselves up and down his back making him groan out.

Tonowari picked me up and layed me on the desk so he could get a better angle "f-fuck yn" he growled his hands gripping my shoulders and pulling me onto his further.

My eyes started to roll as I felt myself nearing my climax and I guess he felt the same as his cock started to throb and pulse.

"C-cum in me" I whined wrapping my legs around his waist locking them tightly "yn" he warned "please just cum in me" I moaned loudly as my back arched as I cam.

He yelled out in pleasure and spelt himself inside me as he slowed his thrusts he moved his hands from my shoulders onto the desk caging me down as he stared at me with half lidded eyes.

"Fuck I needed this"

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[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing V

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Warnings: referenced explosion, injury, wounds, hurt/aftermath, hurt/comfort, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee

Something had changed about Halle. Dylan wasn’t sure what had changed, just that something had. He had, very surprisingly, woken the next day—he could only assume because of the change in light—to Halle sitting next to him. He lay on his stomach and everything hurt.

“There you are,” Halle said gently. “How are you feeling?”

Like I had been at the epicenter of a bomb going off and had thrown myself on top of Thomas to prevent him from dying instantly. “I’ve….been better.”

Halle smirked. “I’m sure you have. But seriously, how’s the pain level?”

Dylan considered a moment. The pain is manageable, only about a six out of ten, so likely a fifty out of ten for a normal human. “Not bad. Thanks for patching me up,” Dylan said as he braced to roll off the table. He wanted to go to bed and sleep for a week. He doubted the Authority would give them a night.

“Whoa, where do you think you’re going? You need to stay put, Dylan.”

What’s the point of staying put? Everything hurts. You don’t care. No one cares. The Authority certainly doesn’t care. “I’ll be ok. I just want to go to bed.”

Halle surged forward. “Let me help you, please.”

Dylan stared at Halle. Halle watched him with her green-grey eyes, and Dylan saw something that he hated worse than anything else: pity. Halle pitied him. I am a piteous thing, aren’t I? “Why? Why help me? Why be kind to me?” What does she want? People are only ever kind when they want something from me. And I just have nothing left to give at this point.

The pity faded from Halle’s gaze, replaced by uncertainty. “I just think you need to rest, Dylan. Let me help you.”

Dylan sighed. Why? Why bother? They’re just going to send me out there again to get hurt. To hurt others. And then you can just patch me up again. “Thank you, Halle.”

“What?” “Thank you. I’m not being very gracious. You’re….you’re being very kind to me.” Dylan allowed Halle to help him off the table. The truth was he really did hurt. Maybe Halle was right. I really am hurt. I do need rest.

“You weren’t exactly the best patient last time. This is the only way I think I’m going to be able to be sure you actually take the time to recuperate.” Halle repositioned the pillows on the bed so Dylan could lay on his stomach. “Hang tight,” Halle said quickly and she hurried from the room.

So much for helping me. Dylan closed his eyes as he lay his head down on his folded arms. He was so tired. Everything hurt. But what hurt the most was that he had deluded himself into believing saving Thomas would change things. I did this to myself. I created this cage. I know things won’t change. I should just take solace in my time alone. That’s all I have. Is my time alone. It’s dark here. Dark and quiet. So terribly quiet. Am I even alive? I’m barely human. Less than human. Pain is what I have. That’s all I’m good for. Pain and darkness.

Halle bounded back into the room. “I wanted to talk to you about this book! We can finally have a book club meeting since you’ve given me so much to read. You have all the time in the world to explain yourself to me.”

Dylan couldn’t help but smile. “Did you like it?”

Halle pulled up a chair next to Dylan’s bedside. “Of course I did! But why did it have to end that way?”

“What way?”

“It was so sad. Everything was going great. Until it wasn’t. And then it ended. Where’s the happy ending you promised me?” Halle shook the book for emphasis.

“Happy endings are never promised, Halle. Surely you know that.” God you are innocent. I should hope you quit soon. This place will turn your soul black and rotten.

“But this is a book! A book! I can have a happy ending in that!” Halle put the book down.

Dylan opened his mouth to reply, but Halle interrupted him. “All of these books,” Halle pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket, “have terrible endings! Things don’t get better in this one. Everything the character worked for is destroyed in this one. And this one,” Halle pointed to the last book on the list before the one Halle had just finished reading, “this one has the happy ending I was promised. Only for it to be ripped away in the last sentence! It’s awful!”

“Hey,” Dylan said with mock indignation, “that one was one of my favorites.”

“Dylan you need better books. Better yet you need to watch some…” Halle stopped speaking, her cheeks reddening.

“I know what movies are Halle. I used to watch them once upon a time.” I’ve been here more years that I haven’t. But I was human. Once. I had human desires, hopes, and dreams. Once. Now….well, I don’t get to have any of those things.

“Why don’t you have a TV now? I would have figured you would have quite the film collection since you are so pretentious about books.”

Dylan looked away, not wanting to see the horror in Halle eyes when he spoke. “I’m….weapons aren’t allowed anything with an information network. I….I read what they allow me to read. And sometimes I can’t even do that.” I am a monster that is too dangerous to be trusted with knowledge. Even though I have never done anything to hurt anyone the Authority hasn’t willed to be hurt. I save our people. I am a monster of their creation. Their greatest shame. Their greatest weapon.

“Oh.” Halle’s watch buzzed. “I have to go.”

Before Dylan could reply, Halle left. I would leave, too. Why stay around someone who isn’t allowed to watch TV? Who isn’t allowed out. Who has to wear these damned cuffs twenty-four seven. Dylan sighed. It was all too much, this life.

The next time Dylan woke, the sun had retreated behind the clouds and Halle sat in the chair by his bedside. “You’re back,” Dylan observed.

“You talk in your sleep, did you know that?” Halle’s face was guarded, her voice flat.

Dylan felt his cheeks heat. “Do I talk about anything interesting?”

“Who’s Owen?”

No one you will ever get to meet if I have anything to do with it. “No one of consequence.”

Halle arched a dark brow. “You are a terrible liar, Dylan.”

Dylan didn’t reply. I don’t need to be good at lying. No one believes me when I speak the truth anyway.

“No matter, you don’t have to tell me.” Halle’s eyes flicked to the door. “I may have smuggled something in here for you.” Halle pulled a laptop out. “It doesn’t have any internet access. Or ability to do that. But it does have the top films of the last two years on here. I…I didn’t know how long it had been since you had seen a movie, so two years is what you get. For now.”

No one has done anything like this for me. Ever. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Halle’s eyes filled with pity once more. “Everyone deserves kindness, Dylan. Every human has inherent dignity and worth and deserves to be treated with kindness.”

Ah, but I’m not even human, Halle. “I don’t think I qualify as human, Halle.” “You were once. You’re just as human as me. Maybe you just have some extra skills imbued into you.”

Imbued. That’s a good word for it. Tortured and experimented on is more like. “Thank you. I’m…I’m not used to people treating me kindly, Halle. Thank you very much.”

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[ayatosama]

for you? anything

chapter: one

pairing: ayahina

chapter word count: 1580

total word count: 1580

notes: modern/college au and fake dating

“Classes okay?” Kaneki asked from across the table. It was their ritual to have dinner every night, even if dinner consisted of leftover pizza Hinami brought home. Hinami insisted when she first started living with Kaneki when she was thirteen. It was rocky initially, but they’ve found their tempo these last few years.

It gave Hinami a sense of normalcy that she so desperately needed. She knew Kaneki needed it, too. Though he rarely talked about it, she knew he was lonely and enjoyed her company.

“Yeah, the workload is a lot compared to last year,” Hinami said. She was trying to read through a couple of passages from one of her assignments at the table. It was an introductory reading, so she could skim most of it and still be okay. She fiddled with her pen as she jotted some notes into her notebook.

“Yeah, senior year, they really cram everything at the last minute.” Kaneki was also glancing at some of his work while they ate. It looked like he was grading something. His red pen moved systemically over the paper, marking things correct or incorrect.

“Hm, but soon it’ll be on to grad school.” She laughed. Kaneki laughed at that, too. “As if that’ll be any easier.”

“You’ll do just fine.” He said. “Are you taking any other classes outside your major this semester?” He looked up for a moment from his work. Hinami took a bit of her food and nodded before speaking.

“No, no I’m down to the last stretch so it’s mostly my major.” She said, “though I did actually take a bio lab with Ayato a last year.”

Hinami tried to sound casual when she dropped his name. Like you could casually say, “hey, is that a tornado approaching?” She knew Kaneki had a distaste for Ayato (and Ayato had a distaste for Kaneki), but she enjoyed his company. She had thought of broaching the subject before but never dared to ruin their dinners with his name.

“And how is he doing?” Kaneki asked. His tone was neutral. But she noticed he was stagnating on one line of the paper he was on. His pen hovered over the question, but he wasn’t making any notations like he had been doing throughout their conversation. He took a sip from his drink and avoided her gaze.

“He’s good.” She said, again casual casual casual. “He’s thinking of applying to grad school as well.”

“Interesting.”

“Yeah, maybe even to the same school.”

“Hinami.”

Here it comes.

“Hmm?”

“You know I can’t tell you what to do.” He said. Even though you like to try, she thought. “But I just don’t think a friendship with him is any good.”

“Because of how he behaved in high school?” Hinami asked, even though she knew that was most definitely true.

“You know it’s more than that.”

“He’s not as bad as you think, I know his behavior hasn’t always been…good, but he’s really turned himself around.” She said. They were both no longer pretending to be working. Kaneki was just looking at her with exasperation dripping off his features, a frown that said, “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, and you’re a grown woman.” He said, though his tone implied something different. “But I still think you’re better off avoiding him.”

“We don’t even talk that often.” She said.

“Well, you should keep it that way,” Kaneki said.

—

“I just, I don’t get it!” Hinami flopped onto Ayato’s bed. Luckily, Ayato lived on campus so that she could visit him without Kaneki or Touka’s knowledge. This made things pleasant for her, but she could tell it stressed Ayato out, having to explain to his roommates that she wasn’t his girlfriend whenever she dropped by at odd hours. “He likes to act like he doesn’t still see me as the same scared thirteen-year-old girl.

“You know I don’t really give a shit about Kaneki, but it’s not odd for him to be protective over you,” Ayato replied. He sat down at his desk; homework was left to be avoided for the night when she came knocking.

“Is Touka this protective?” Hinami asked.

“More or less,” he said. “I mean, it was really only us as kids, so she did her best, but well… you know the rest.”

“Yeah, which is exactly why Kaneki wants me to steer clear of you.” She said, “which is odd because wasn’t your sister also not the most straight laced teenager?”

“Eh, Touka wasn’t as bad as I was, but she wasn’t great either.” He shrugged, trying and failing to be casual about their childhood. Hinami and Ayato had a tentative friendship when they were younger but drifted when Ayato began to spiral in high school. The deaths of their parents hit them in different ways.

For Hinami, it turned her anger inward; she blamed herself for their death. She spent many nights lost in the pages of novels too advanced for her, trying to pretend she was anywhere else, anyone else. Ayato, on the other hand, had turned his anger outward. He became violent and chaotic, lashing out at anyone and everyone.

“Yet Kaneki has no issue pursuing her, but we can’t even be friends?” She said. “Which is totally hypocritical if you ask me. I mean, they’re practically dating. He’s at her coffee shop almost every single morning, sometimes before she’s even open!”

“You could just tell him to fuck off?” He suggested.

Hinami laughed. She pulled herself into a sitting position with one of Ayato’s pillows held close to her chest. He smiled, and she felt comfortable. Despite everything, despite the flaws that interlaced his core, she knew he’d never hurt her. Kaneki had nothing to worry about. Ayato was not the same boy he was in high school. He was softer now; she could see it in how he looked at her, how his eyes would light up when she was around, or how he would smile when she rambled about whatever nonsense was plaguing her mind.

“I could never do that. As much as he might annoy me sometimes, I do love him. He took me in and cared for me when no one else could. He gave me my passion for books.” She sighed and started to fiddle with the loose fabric of the pillow she was holding.

“Yeah, I feel that way about Touka,” Ayato replied.

“I just need to do something big to make him understand I can make my own decisions. Something that will really rock him to his core, ya know?”

Ayato raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that definitely screams grown woman and not rebellious teenager.” He said.

Hinami threw the pillow at Ayato. He caught it easily and chucked it back. Hinami caught it, but it knocked her back a bit, and she had to readjust her position.

“I’m going to be graduating college soon but he still treats me like I’m thirteen, like I need to be protected from boys. I mean it’s not like we’re going to date.” She said. Ayato scoffed and rolled his eyes at her comment.

“Yeah, why would I ever want to date you. You’re annoying, you talk to much, you probably snore in your sleep.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah, well I bet you drool in your sleep.” She retorted. Ayato shifted in his chair, his fingers fiddled with the strings of his hoodie, and his eyes roamed around the room. Hinami wondered if he was anxious about something. Perhaps he had an exam coming up that he should have been studying for, but instead, she was occupying all of his time.

Hinami suddenly beamed. Ayato must’ve recognized the look on her face because he was shaking his head at her.

“Whatever it is no.” He said.

“Just hear me out.”

“Fine.”

“Let’s pretend to date.” She said. Ayato flushed hard like someone lit a fire inside the hollows of his cheeks. He opened his mouth several times before finally speaking.

“Absolutely not, what are we? A Hallmark movie?” He asked, his voice cracking a bit.

“Come on, it’s a win win. Kaneki will be pissed at first, but he’ll be forced to get to know you more and realize that I can make decisions on my own.” She was sitting up on her knees now, the momentum of her crazy idea cascading through her system.

“And what happens when I break your heart cause we will have to end things.” He said.

“I could break up with you.”

“And Kaneki will claim it’s because you realized I am not good enough for you.” He said. Ayato didn’t meet her eyes when he said this. Hinami was too wound up in her own idea that she didn’t notice the shift in his body language at that moment.

“We’ll figure out the terms later.”

“You’re talking like I’ve agreed.”

“Oh come on, please Ayato?” She put her hands up like she was in prayer, head bowed. Things were silent for a moment. The only sound was the fan in his window and his chair squeaking. Hinami stayed in the same position, hoping she could get him to agree. She wasn’t sure why the idea hit her, but it seemed logical. She trusted Ayato.

“Fine.” He said.

“Oh yes!” She jumped off the bed and into his arms, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Ayato took a moment before hugging her back.

[yootaesowlwrites]

Heartbreak - Lee Taemin

A/N: To the anon that requested this. I am not good with headcanon's, so this has become a fic.

W/C: 1.4K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Warnings: Angst, break up, make up, exes to friends.

Age Warning: None for this work.

You never thought the day would come when you would run into your ex-boyfriend, Taemin, again, and never in your wildest dreams did you think you would find him on your doorstep with a sheepish smile on his lips and an apologetic look in his eyes.

“Taemin… what are you doing here?” You breathe out in shock. Your hand gripped the wooden door tightly, you could feel your hand starting to cramp up, the last memory of him that you had was of him walking out the door and leaving you behind with a broken heart about five years ago.

You clutch the knife in your hand as you slowly put your fork down on the table, you can feel your heart pinching in pain as you stare at Taemin, on the outside you look emotionless, but on the inside, you are falling apart.

“This, what we have,” He says. “It’s not working, we have been fighting for weeks about literally anything and everything, and we can’t even find a middle ground,” You had been fighting for weeks when you had tried to talk to him, but your conversations would always end in a fight, you weren’t sure what had happened, but you were tired of it as well. However, you still wanted to fight for what you had with him, you still wanted to work things out with him, but it seemed like he had given up.

“I’ve tried talking to you, Taemin,” You say. You watch him stand from his chair but keep your eyes straight ahead. “But you keep blowing up on me, you don’t want to tell me why, don’t you think I’m tired of that also?” You tried to remain calm and keep your voice even as you spoke. “You keep pushing me away when I try to break through to you,” You put the knife down on the table and slowly lift your gaze to look at his face. “What’s going on? Is something bothering you at work?” You watch his jaw clench. “Let me guess, I wouldn’t understand?” You stand from your chair, walk around the table, and approach him. “I’ve heard it over and over the past few weeks.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m wrong,” He says. You stop in front of him and your gaze hardens. “You wouldn’t understand what’s happening, or going on, so why should I bother trying to explain it to you?”

“Because I’m your partner!” You say a bit too loudly. You clear your throat and glance at the plate on the table, that was still untouched by him. “I can try to understand, or make me understand, Taemin,” You lift your gaze to meet his, but he does everything to avoid meeting your eyes. “Even if I don’t understand, it would be better for you to let it out, instead of keeping it all inside.”

“Why should I bother?!” He says loudly, making you flinch and take a step back from him. “I would be wasting my breath, and my time!” You could feel your eyes burning as tears began to form in them, his words were harsh and cutting you like a knife. “You will never understand, so it’s best we end things now before either of us gets hurt even more.”

“Taemin…” You whisper, and reach out for him, only for him to pull his arm away and take a step back. You feel your tears spill down your cheeks at that movement, it felt like a knife had been jabbed into your heart. He turns around and makes his way towards the door, you watch him pull it open and look back at you.

“I’ll come for my things later, or throw them out,” He says before he walks out the door and shuts it. As it shuts, your knees buckle, and you crumble to the floor, Is this really it? Was this really the end between you both?

You hadn’t heard from him for two weeks before you had boxed up his things and sent them to his company before letting the landlord know that you would be moving out by the end of the week. You weren’t ever expecting to see Taemin in front of you again, especially not willingly.

“Can I come in?” He asks, he almost looks uncertain about what he is asking. “Only if it’s just for a minute,” You step aside and he slowly enters your apartment. “Thank you,” You close the door once he is inside and turn towards him.

“Do you want to sit down?” You ask. He shakes his head, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with his fingers. “Okay, then maybe you can explain what you’re doing here and how you found me?”

“Well, I had asked around,” He says. “We have some mutual friends,” You nod your head. He takes in a deep breath. “And for why I’m here… well, I would like to apologise for five years ago,” You feel a pinch in your heart. “I had no right to be like that towards you, treat you like that…”

“Taemin,” You begin, only for him to lift his hand and stop you from saying more.

“I was going through things, and feelings and emotions that I couldn’t explain or even understand, but that’s no excuse for my behaviour,” He says. “And I needed to come and apologise for that, for treating you like that all those years ago,” You nod your head, waiting for him to continue. “I know I’m five years too late, but I’m truly sorry for my words and my behaviour towards you.”

“Well…” You quietly say. “I appreciate you apologising to me for that, I am also sorry for what was said during that time,” He shakes his head and lifts his hands.

“No, no, you don’t need to apologise, you tried your hardest to get me to open up to you, but I was just being foolish,” He says and lowers his hands. “And I hope that we can become friends again, I would completely understand if you wouldn’t want that,” You softly smile at him.

“You do know that it would take a while for both of us to be able to trust one another completely again and that it will be hard work, right?” You ask. He nods his head. “Then we can give it a shot,” You knew that it would take you a while to trust him fully again, but hopefully one day you could have a beautiful friendship with him again. “Would you like to come over for a movie sometime?”

“I would like that, but can we make it at my place?” He asks. “I recently got two cats and I don’t want to leave them alone for too long during the evenings,” You nod your head.

“You should have started with your cats, I would have immediately agreed to be friends with you again,” You jokingly say. He chuckles and gives an apologetic look. “Just let me know the day and the time, and I’ll see if I can be there.”

“I will do that,” He says. “Can you give me your number, so we can arrange this?” You nod your head and walk past him towards the couch where you had your phone on charge, you unplug it and turn towards him, handing your phone to him. “Thank you,” You watch as he enters his number before you hear a buzz coming from his pocket. “I just sent a message to my phone, so I can save your number,” He hands your phone back to you and you lock it. “Thank you for your time, Y/n.”

“Thank you for coming all the way here to apologise,” You say. “It means a lot to me,” He nods his head, giving you a small smile. “Send me a picture of your cats, okay?” He laughs and nods his head as he begins making his way towards the door.

“I will, I’ll take one ASAP when I get home to send to you,” He says. You walk behind him towards the door. “Take care, Y/n,” He opens the door and steps outside.

“You too, Taemin,” You say. He walks down the hallway towards the elevator, and you watch him until he steps into the elevator before giving him a wave, he returns the wave, a bigger smile now on his lips, and it seems like a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. It felt the same for you, like a mountain that had weighed you down for five years had finally been lifted.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Stages of Mamma Mia

Fandom:

AU where Catherine Johnson is Jason's bio mom and Jason doesn't know who his father is. (Jason Todd is Jason Johnson for fic reasons).

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jason Blood, Catherine Todd Mention, Bruce Wayne, Willis Todd Mention

Relationship(s): Past Catherine Todd/Jason Blood, Past Catherine Todd/Bruce Wayne, Past Catherine Todd/Willis Todd

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Mamma Mia-inspired AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Father-Son Relationship(s), Jason Todd Experiences the Five Stages of Grief

Chapter Seven: Take A Chance On Me

Mr. Blood left Jason's room to make something for him to eat. He cracked open a jar of fire cider and poured a small amount into a pot. He cut up vegetables for soup and put them in a pot to boil with various herbs. His mind drifted to the feeling he had when he discovered Jason had run away. He couldn't blame Jason for being afraid. Any person would've done the same. Still, it hurt Mr. Blood's heart to know that Jason feared him. His eyes filled to the brim with tears, and when he could no longer blink them away, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. "I don't want to be alone," Jason mumbled. Mr. Blood whipped around and touched Jason's forehead. "You shouldn't be out of bed," Mr. Blood whispered. Jason's skin felt warm and clammy, and he still had bits of dried blood in his hair and behind his ears. Jason stood still, his eyes dull and lifeless. Mr. Blood could tell Jason was still in shock. He crouched down in front of Jason and embraced him. "How do you feel?" "Everything hurts," Jason whispered, laughing softly to lighten the mood. Mr. Blood pulled away and looked at him, smiling as he smoothed his hair down. "I—. I'm scared." Jason's smile faded. "I know," Mr. Blood whispered, "But I promised you I would never let anyone hurt you. I meant that." He cupped Jason's cheek before making Jason sit down. He turned the pot of cider off and poured it into a mug. "Here, drink this. It'll taste terrible, but it'll make you feel better... The soup will be done shortly," Mr. Blood whispered. Jason blew on the hot cider until it was cool enough to drink. He didn't mind the taste. "Slowly." "Is that—? Is that thing part of you?" Jason asked. Mr. Blood let out a sigh of relief. He thought that Jason would never ask. It was better that they get the worst part out of the way. "No, he's not part of me... He... inhabits me. His name is Etrigan. He's inhabited me for fifteen centuries," Mr. Blood explained, "That's what your mother found out." "She would've gotten older... And you would've stayed like that," Jason whispered. Mr. Blood nodded. "She wasn't afraid?" Mr. Blood stared at Jason and gestured for him to take another sip of his drink. "If she was, she never showed it... Jason, what do you remember about last night?" Mr. Blood questioned. Jason didn't answer. "Did you mean what you said?" Jason asked. Mr. Blood raised his brow. "You said you loved me." "I did, didn't I?" Mr. Blood whispered as he tapped Jason's nose with his finger. "Drink your cider." Mr. Blood turned away to tend to the soup.

"Mr. Blood," Jason whispered, "If you're curious... I love you too." Mr. Blood turned to him and kissed the top of Jason's head. "You're not afraid?" Mr. Blood asked. "A little, but I think almost dying beats you being inhabited," Jason replied. He took another sip of his drink, and Mr. Blood chuckled. "Can we talk about that?" Mr. Blood questioned. Jason's smile faded. "It's alright. You can say no. I'm just concerned." "Um," Jason's voice broke, "Not now..." They both blinked away tears, and Mr. Blood nodded. "It's alright. Jason, I just want you to know that I'll be here to talk when you're ready," Mr. Blood whispered. Jason finished his drink, and Mr. Blood took the mug and washed it for him. "Back to bed..." "Will you stay until I go to sleep?" Jason whispered. Mr. Blood nodded and followed Jason to his room. He sat by Jason's bedside, and Jason turned on his side to face Mr. Blood. "Did you only say you loved me because you were scared?" Mr. Blood rustled a hand through Jason's hair. "Of course not," Mr. Blood whispered. "Would you settle for happy?" Jason asked innocently, eliciting a chuckle from Mr. Blood. "You should rest," Mr. Blood whispered. He reached over and dimmed the lights. Jason's eyes were red with sickness, but he couldn't rest. His heart raced as his mind took him through the previous night's events. "Please don't," Jason whispered, "Don't turn out the lights."

Mr. Blood frowned. "Can I show you something?" he questioned. Jason nodded. Mr. Blood pulled out a vintage wallet and drew a picture from behind a handwritten letter. He gave the picture to Jason. The photograph was of Catherine. She sat in Mr. Blood's chair, writing in the same diary now in Jason's possession. "I didn't want to show this to you... You're so much of her, but you're something else too. Perhaps you're mine or someone else's... My hesitance to admit my love for you isn't your fault. It's the uncertainty that I have that frightens me. I hold back because it'll make things easier if—." "You think I couldn't still love you if you weren't my dad?" Jason asked. Jason would've sat up, but his weakness overpowered his offense. Mr. Blood pulled a quilt over Jason. Mr. Blood knew the illness well. Magic almost took Jason's life, and it'd take Jason a while to recover from the shock. "Or do you think you'd stop loving me?" Mr. Blood could hear the pain in the child's voice. Jason was only a child. "I didn't mean that... Jason—." Jason pulled the blanket over his head. "I don't want to talk anymore," Jason mumbled underneath the quilt. Twelve was so young, so inexperienced, so full of sentiment. Mr. Blood respected Jason's silence, but he didn't leave Jason until he was sure the boy was fast asleep. "I'm so frightened, Jason," Mr. Blood whispered, "And I don't want you to get attached until we know for sure. I don't know why I can't say this to your face... I don't want to let you go, but I may not have a choice. Only time will tell, I guess. I'll be back in a minute."

[total-drama-shark]

Like a month ago I off handedly mentioned in the tags of a reblog that Mike’s ROTI bio lived in my mind rent free and I want to share my thoughts on it in more detail!

The bio in question:

// TW for very mild discussion and insinuation of trauma

First thing I wanted to mention is that alters switching in the bio is represented by ellipses, which I really like! With the ellipses being used both to signal switching and as aposiopesis, it gives a sort of text equivalent of dissociating which I think is pretty clever.

Second is how all the alters featured in ROTI make a cameo in the bio. While I understand why they did that, I cannot imagine the headache that must be rapidly switching five separate times in the time frame of what must be less than an hour.

An interesting thing about the switches in the bio, actually, is how they take place without any of the triggers we were explained the alters had in the series, which could indicate that they have more than the triggers shown on screen or that they don’t always need a trigger to be the cause of a switch (and realisticly would probably be the both) I have some few speculations as to how and why the switches took place in this:

We don’t have much to go off as to why Mike switches to Chester in the first question, my best guess is Chester got pulled to the front cause Mike was anxious or he’s better at dealing with interviews?

Svetlana fronts after Chester at the mention of movies, I like to believe the topic of movies could be a positive trigger for Svetlana.

The switch from Svetlana to Mike is interesting, we never got to hear the end of Svetlana’s dream and I can’t decipher what would bring Mike back to the front besides just, wanting to get back to the front I guess.

Mike is read recalling a childhood memory which is presumably unpleasant in some way, before Vito comes to the front. I personally believe that Vito switched to stop or prevent Mike from fully recovering that specific memory, maybe because it’s traumatic or something Mike isn’t emotionally prepared to confront yet.

When Manitoba switches after Vito his tone reads as frustrated, and we don’t see any switches after this. Possibly Manitoba got sick of all the rampant switching and decided to front himself and stop the other front accessing the front in the meantime, which would best work if he was a gatekeeper.

Something interesting about the interview is that it’s stated twice that Mike doesn’t have the best memory, specifically regarding his dreams and his childhood. The childhood part makes a lot of sense considering the nature and cause of DID and it’s really the only time the show ever seemed to, even if vaguely, acknowledge the implications of Mike having DID.

Different alters also mention different family members; Vito mentions working with an uncle in his first job, which is presumably the body’s uncle, and Manitoba mentions having a wife, which very likely isn’t the body’s wife. Personal interpretation is that Manitoba is an introject and his wife is an exomemory.

Lastly, it seems that the way the alters refer to fronting is compared to driving? Like Manitoba refers to who’s fronting as “who’s at the wheel” in the last question and in AS, Mal (while masking as Mike) tells Zoey that he’s “back in the driver’s seat”. Kinda neat way to describe it tbh.

[richardsphere]

Leverage Log: The Last Dam Job

"all a man has in this world is three things: His business, his posessions and his name". Well thanks for telling Nate exactly what to take away from you. I'll admit the name might be most difficult but should be doable. "They're my team..." "I certainly know them better then you"... Ok so that explains why we had the cocoa futures con. Because they were trying to seed the idea of a con-by-proxy. But that con relied in it being a mere distraction, which is why they could afford amateurs. Having the professional con-artist see through the con was part of the con. It wont be here.

Which means Nate's gonna outsource this con. Now im putting in the exact time in the episode where im analysing this. Its currently 1:49 in the episode. And im gonna make some guesses as to whom we're getting this episode.

Mastermind, Grifter, Hitter, Hacker, Thief.

I think Nate might still be the mastermind, because he doesnt have to be up front in the con for that. I mean there is

Grifter is gonna be Tara.

Hitter... I dont think we have much for that, there arent a lot of Back-up Elliots around in this show. There's his friend from the Boys Night Out, and there's his distaff counterpart from the Van Gogh Job. (by which i mean the first Van Gogh job, where everyone was up against their equivalents. The woman who was former Mossad or something?) Im betting on her,

Hacker: We literally only have Chaos, if there is a second hacker im forgetting then im blanking entirely. So i think we're going for "tell everyone Chaos will betray them. But we do with what we must" situation.

Thief: Its strange how Parker has three counterparts and everyone else has only 1 or 2 up for grabs. But Thief could be Archie, Himbo-lupin or Apollo. Now i've already bet on at least 2 members of that crew so its not gonna be Apollo, and i dont think Himbo is as likely as Archie is. (especially with last episodes plot being thematically linked to his debut episode, and this being a two-parter that is verry much about family and parental relationships) So my prediction: Nate is still mastermind, but he probably has a decoy. Tara Chaos and Archie are locked in. And I dont think that Distaff Elliot whose name isnt coming to mind RN would willingly work with Chaos again, so probably pull his friend back?

Those are my predictions. Time to let time resume ---" "welcome to the next time". Congrats on the directors and actor for selling a line that stupid. Its not a good line but they somehow made it work. (8/10)

"Dubenich is already in jail what's left to do to him" Sophie, you know Nate. There is so much left to do to him. --- Ok yeah, its a proxy-job like the Futures Con. Also shout out to last episodes creative use for duct-tape as an improv weapon, it was awesome but i didnt feel like stopping to write it. But combined with this seasons use of the Wurlitzer pipe and now the fire extinguishers for a blinding chemical excellerant gun that serves as a bludgeon i want to compliment the fight choreographer or whatever position is in charge of that decision. You did good work this season.

---

So to see if my predictions are right: Quinn. I have to admit i dont know who you are. I think you might've been a hired goon from an earlier episode but I did not remember you. Archie! I almost feel like I shouldn't score you. But also, Parker has the most non-imprisoned foils in the show so you actually had the most competetion for the thief slot. I wonder what is going through Bio-daughter's mind. "Dad has a second family?" Chaos. Because every episode needs a designated moment where the plan seems to get fucked, and a designated traitor was the simplest call.

Im counting three not five. Thats suspicious. Now Tara famously got introduced by being in disguise for an entire episode so she might be a man on the inside when our heists get called. But so far im gonna call it as 2/3, with a possible "nate is still mastermind" for 3/4 ---

Cant really read the glass-board. But also, every bone in my body says this episode could've ended right this moment as Dubenich looks at the glass board. I think it was the Season 1 finale where Hardison blew up HQ? Using Dubenich own signature move against him, in a way that directly parallels the S1 finale? That would've been the move. --- Hardison and Chaos in total agreement for the one time in their life. (they are right, this is legally a batcave)

Archie straight for the jugular. (also tasers, good to see where Parker gets it from) --- "How many fingers do you need to type? round down!" Im sorry for not remembering you existed allright. --- Ooh i love the invasive species ploy. Its simple yet genius. --- Double-heist! Stealing the sword and destroying the entire vault! Dubenich realises he fucked up in his conversation with Nate. (always love it when the mark is just smart enough to realise how he fucked up). --- Elliot almost shooting Dubenich... Quinn and him are bros. --- and that is Maggie! I'll admit, i expected Tara. But i guess she meets the "someone who is not in the game" requirement. Shows got one over on me twice. 2/4.

"if temptation counted as cheating no marriage would last for a year", and going straight for the jugular with Jim. --- Chemical Warfare! Drug a guy and smuggle him off to the fucking Cayman Islands. With all the goods you stole from him. (remember, if Nate has a "signature move" its framing them for Insurance Fraud.) --- -"I do care" -"how does that feel" -"getting used to it" --- "my son would be ashamed of me if I was a murderer... My father on the other hand, he's buy me an ice-cream". good line. 9/10. Ah, Now i understand the importance of the experimental job. Seeding Prisoners Dilemma in the audience awareness so Nate can play them against eachother in the finale. Good one. --- BIG KISS! --- I like how they ask nate if they can keep the cave, like little kids asking their parents about a stray dog that has been following them around.

[dreamtigress]

Senn/Kalu again for the Pride Ficlet with 🩵 turquoise 🎉🎉🎉

Thanks for the ask, @discessio! I loved the challenge, and getting to look back in on Kalu & Senn. Since neither of them are Grisha, I decided to work in the magic another way. Enjoy!

For the Queer Ficlet Friday challenge.

Prompt: Senn/Kalu and Turquoise: Magic

(542 words)

Featuring:

Kalu Botha, former Zemeni Navy, and bosun on The Wraith. 

Senn Auks, former Dregs member and crew of The Wraith. 

(For bios, casting, and photos, check the wiki.)

Dream Come True:

Kalu fidgeted with the jar from Harija. She’d laughed merrily at his request, going so far as to poke fun. ‘Since when do you need zowa magic for seduction, my old friend?’ Glad his complexion never showed a blush, he’d explained the seduction part was easy with Senn. Kalu just wanted something better than the oil lube he’d used their first time. Harija was a master of concoctions. She’d mixed up a thick blend with both marula and sanchichi, added to by her powers.

Since the news came down that they’d be sailing sooner than originally planned, The Wraith’s crew had been busy. There hadn’t been a chance to spend more private time with Senn; Kalu wanted to make up for that tonight. Some of the crew was at the opening gala, and there were extra people on watch. The cannon bay was empty for the night. Senn was about to come off duty, and Kalu had ideas. 

That first time had been impulsive. Taking advantage of a quiet morning, and the younger man’s crush all at once. But Kalu would admit those feelings went both ways, especially now that he’d seen Senn’s pretty blue eyes go all hazy with pleasure while straddling him.

“Hey, Kalu. Specht said I should come see you?”

“Yeah. I got us something to try.” Kalu held up the jar, motioning Senn closer.

“What’s that?”

“Zowa enhanced lube.”

Eyes going wide, Senn gulped. “Oh. Uh. For us?”

“If you want to explore more. You didn't think that first time was the last, did you?”

“I… uh… didn’t want to assume?”

Smart boy, slow on the uptake. I’ll just spell it out. “Senn… You see me offering up my dick to anyone else lately?”

“Uh… No?”

“You think maybe I noticed all those goofy grins ‘cause I was watching you? The way you laugh and fight. How good you look when you swim. Saints, boy, I’ve been eyeing you since you joined the crew.”

“Oooh.” Senn’s complexion showed a blush quite well, and it went from his ears to the exposed bit of his chest that Kalu raised a calloused finger to caress. The shudder that went through him made Kalu hungrier. Senn’s shy smile turned to something more fiery at the contact.

“C’mere, boy.” Senn closed the space between them. Kalu moved to grip the back of his neck. “I didn’t get enough of kissing you last time.”

A huffed breath was the only reply before Senn grabbed Kalu’s shirt in both hands and crushed their lips together. Kalu managed to not drop the jar of lube. Fuck, boy, I like this confidence. Senn kissed him like he’d been starving for it this past week. Kalu wasn’t about to object. He could feel the younger man’s dick firming up, rubbing across his own growing erection through their pants. The frotting made Senn groan, his tongue getting more insistent as it dueled with Kalu’s. When they finally broke for air, Senn was flushed and giddy. Kalu wasn’t far behind. Something about the younger man just lit him on fire.

“Can I tell you something?”

“What’s that, boy?”

“I’ve been dreaming about you…” Senn murmured, “And waking up so damned hard…”

“Well, then… let’s make your dreams come true.”

(Side note, their age gap is only like 8 years. Senn is mid 20's, Kalu is mid 30's)

[iwannaban0nym0us]

lmao so friday was a hell of day as in it had so amazing parts and some awful parts so uh this is going under a cut

so general outline we have: my ex being an ass to my friend, worst possible timing to start my period (as usual), literally no time at lunch, why is history so similar to now, one class that was actually chill, discussing people who don't know they've hurt you around my ex's boyfriend, finally establishing that we are in fact dating, design still does not have things for us to build, dinner w/ my friends, and the dance <3

ok so thursday night I ended up not doing any hw (which is fine since I didn't have any due soon) but uh that was because I spent most of the evening messaging with a friend in my partner/ex's friend group about how my ex was being shitty about my friend being ace (something they did to me several times)

when I get to school friday first thing I do is go over to my partner and their friends say hi and ask if they've seen the friend who was struggling thursday night they hadn't but after heading over to my friends we see them and we both give them a hug and we hang out with them until class starts and we joke that we should start a club for ace people who've been fucked over by my ex (I can think of 4+ people who would join)

anyway during one of my morning classes my fucking period hits which is just a pain and uh yay cramps and that explains why my emotions have been a bit fucked up

then during lunch I only have time to eat like half of my lunch before I have to go to this stupid meeting thing so that i can maybe do an internship this summer, I did get to sit with my partner during that tho

my first afternoon class is history (probably my least favorite class) and uh we're learning about fascism and some of the stuff hits way to close to home, like uh feels a lot like trump, but also there was a line about how fascist only care about their needs which reminded me of my ex which I really didn't need

luckily my last class is way better, it's bio and the bio teacher is the one planning the spring trip for my grade and before class starts she mentions that she wants to talk to me and other "stakeholders" (meaning queer kids) about how rooming is gonna work on the trip since the rooms are gonna be like 10 people and she also jokes that it might be complicated since we've all dated each other and I'm just like 'well really one person has dated all of us' but anyway hopefully I can make it so that my ex doesn't end up on the same half of the trip as me and my partner, as for the actual class it was really chill and like got me out of my head and learning things—oh and we watched a really cool video about like the biology behind being intersex and all the ways it can present and stuff and it makes me so happy that we're learning this kind of stuff

after school i hang out with a combination of my friends and my partner's friend before I have to go to robotics, w/ their friends it's the 2 of us my ex's boyfriend and one other person and this other person mentions how a friend was being shitty to them but probably has no clue and i'm just like ayyyy i'm dealing with that too and we have a short vague (since my ex's boyfriend was there) conversation about it before being like wait are we talking about the same person (we weren't) then after a bit the other people leave and me and my partner are alone

now my friends made fun of us for the next part, which, like, fair, but uh we talk for a bit and then they preface this with 'this could be a very stupid question' before asking if we're dating and we both agree that we had assumed yes but weren't sure and we should really figure out labels but then they have to leave so that's as far as the conversation goes

next up i went to robotics and we spent the whole time doing a design review which is kinda fun because it basically just means that everyone on the team plus the shop teachers questions all of the decisions that design has made but also it was annoying because design still doesn't have more things for us to fabricate hopefully they will for wednesday but uh we're running out of time and we really need a full robot cad

after robotics I figure out where my friends are and two of them (both transmasc but don't try to pass) tell me they're in the girl's locker room changing and doing their makeup so for the first time ever I go into a locker room at school and I get changed in there

once we're all changed a group of like 5 of us walk a couple of blocks from school and get dinner together which was fun and we get back to school right around when the dance is starting (after we gay speed walk back)

alright i'm writing this part first it's probably gonna end up at the bottom tho since the dance was the last part of the day but i have so much to say about it lol

so first off i went with my ~partner/girlfriend~ and we spent practically the whole time together and it was really nice

the first part (before the live bands) we spent just kinda messing around on the mostly empty dance floor (despite the DJ playing music) with 2 of their friends who are dating (and somehow hadn't realized that we're dating yet) and their are theater kids and therefore were being super silly and dramatic and romantic and it was fun to watch

then then my friends preformed a half hour set and it was amazing they picked really good songs and they're all such good performers, but I was kinda distracted through out it because I was dancing with my partner the whole time and I love how into they would get and just aaaa

next up another student band preformed and they were pretty good too (no one can top my friends tho lol) and this band played the first slow song of the night and oh boy so much happened during that one song

so to start ofc I danced w/ my partner the whole time and it was so so nice and uh something interesting is how different it felt to when I had danced with my ex like with my partner we were actually holding each other close and really leaned into each other so at times it was basically a hug

so during this dance 3 of the eccentric soccer seniors (including the one who has been questionable to queer people in the past) spot me and my partner and one of them practically screeches while they other two shout 'OH MY GOD [MY NAME]' which like yeah considering their track record I should have expected them to be excited about this

the other thing I really don't know how to take, so like I try to be a gentleman and I noticed a bit of my partner's hair was like in their face during this dance so I reached out to brush it back and after I brushed it back they pulled down their mask (we were both wearing masks since the dance was inside) and I don't know if they thought I was trying to do that or if like they wanted me to kiss them or if it was something else entirely after a moment (and when I don't acknowledge it) they pull their mask back up

after the song ends we hug and then cheer for the band (since that was their last song) and then they go to grab some snacks and after a second I go find one of my friends and tell her how the soccer seniors reacted and how i'm scared my partner was hoping I'd kiss her but i'm not sure how I feel about kissing because really the only person i've kissed is my awful ex and idk if I didn't like kissing them because it was them or because i'm ace

after that I go to find my girlfriend again but I see them talking with one of their friends (later I find out this conversation was their friend asking if we were dating) and I decide not to intrude in case the conversation is about the kissing thing (which to be fair I probably totally made up but i'm still scared)

after a bit I find my partner again and we hang around with a group of my friends and at one point I scare one of my friends and so they tell my partner half jokingly to control me and so my partner wraps her arms around me and I decide that's a fair trade off

then we dance a bit more but quickly decide the music is bad and wander outside and sit down in a spot away from people to talk

we finally finish that conversation from earlier and figure out what terms we each like, we also agree that the soccer seniors are annoying but it's worth it, we also restated how this should have happened sooner and this is how I found out that they used to walk by my friend group to get water every morning in the hopes I would see them and come talk to them (which worked btw because I would always end up going w/ them to get water so that I could talk to them)

eventually we head back inside and there is another slow song and so me and my partner dance together again and not long into the song the soccer seniors practically sprint over and are like "CAN WE TAKE A PHOTO" and so we say sure why not and two of them pose with us while the third takes the photo and after they walk off one of my friends is like 'why did [name] just take a photo of you 2?' and i'm just like 'because i'm on the soccer team' which is really the only answer I have

not too long after that song we decide the music is boring again and wander out of the gym to get water and try and find friends, after getting water we end up hanging out in an empty spot for a while just sitting together and talking

eventually we go back to looking for friends and find my friends sitting in a hallway talking to my history teacher, obviously we join them, the conversation is all sorts of chaotic as is usual with my friends and we're there for a little while before going back to the gym for the last bit

there's like one more slow song plus a couple of bad songs and that's it so we head back to my friends in the hallway (and the history teacher who has definitely figured out we're dating now) and we both stay as long as we can before our parents are gonna question why we stayed after so long

anyway saturday morning I get a text from one of the soccer seniors with the photo they took and the caption "slay" and the photo is actually really cute, everyone is smiling so big, one of the seniors is making an omg face the other one is doing a double thumbs up and then me and my partner are holding each other tight

so uh I have a soccer game today and I like haven't really seen those seniors since they took the photo so I'm gonna bet that they're gonna bring it up during warm up (:

[thefirstknife]

So, given the relics seem to be confirmed as body parts of some type, whose body parts *are* they? And are we facilitating their resurrection by bringing all their parts together like Exodia the Forbidden One?

Given the many recent nods and various hints, my vote is on Nezarec. Especially since Drifter said the relics remind him of "something from a long time ago." It can be a hint to the ice planet (given the planet's ties to Darkness), but since Drifter is the only person to have ever mentioned (and visited) something called the Fourth Tomb of Nezarec, it makes more sense that it reminds him of that:

"He says he's seen the deep side of Jupiter. Been to the Core Mines of Saturn. Name drops old myths no one's heard—the Luvial Crux, the Shift Chasms Below Elios, the Fourth Tomb of Nezarec. Goes on about the Idols of Lower Sul, the Treasure of Exodus Prime, the Solar Engine of Dead Star-Six.

"I think he's making most of it up, but he's got relics and etchings. He's got materials not of this system—odd metals, obsidian flames, thought engines, edible null cakes and a stuffed something that looks like a rabbit bio-fused with a cephalopod. He keeps all this stuff to himself—his 'gets,' he calls 'em.

Not only did he speak of the place, but he had items to prove that he's not lying, including "relics." The person narrating this lore tab is Shin Malphur, btw, so it can be considered reliable (especially since he didn't believe Drifter until Drifter showed him proof).

The "tomb" imagery fits with these reliquaries much better than the ice planet. Nezarec apparently had multiple tombs and it makes sense that any place where a reliquary of him would be placed to be considered a tomb. It would explain the "fourth" tomb.

There's been another mention of tombs this season: the seasonal exotic, Delicate Tomb. We have no clue who is narrating the lore tab for this weapon, btw. But it's something that's still "alive" and able to whisper. Just like the relics. From the quest for the catalyst:

"Nice-lookin' weapon, Guardian," he says. He takes it from you and tests its weight. "Very..."

A strange look crosses the Exo's face. "Huh," he says quietly, "though I heard something."

And Nezarec's Whisper:

On the floor, a length of unidentifiable metal caked in centuries of dust catches her eye. A glaive. Eris lifts it into her hand. Striations of red illuminate on its surface and throb like a heartbeat. The glaive's power feels faint—distant—and yet, an ember of something terrible still burns within.

A similar lingering power is also implied in the Delicate Tomb lore tab:

I am made finite. Personal. Bright and delicate to hide my true form. An intimacy.

They think me contained, but I am instead diffused, as vapor upon the wind.

Once again, I am becoming.

From what can be understood here, the fusion rifle, Delicate Tomb, is yet another relic. It was deliberately crafted to appear "bright and delicate" so it could hide the true form of the entity within. It also implies that the weapon gives people the false safety that the entity is contained inside, but it's clearly not as it can very much influence things around it. The last sentence also parallels something from the original mention of Nezarec, Nezarec's Sin exotic:

"He is that which is an end. And he shall rise again." —passage from Of Hated Nezarec, a pre-Golden Age text.

I'm not sure about the nature of us assembling him and what will happen when we do. I am still reluctant to say that we may see Nezarec as an actual talking, walking character. I would love that, but I don't want to hype people up. So, are we gonna put him together and he will show up and we'll have to deal with him somehow? No clue. But the relics whisper and this weapon whispers and his glaive still holds power and most of this lore indicates that this entity, whatever he is, still has power and some form of existence.

The one thing that I've been thinking about now is how it's more or less established that Nezarec was a Disciple in charge of the Lunar Pyramid. And on Nezarec's Sin, the text telling us about him is "pre-Golden Age." Somebody on Earth (? presumably) knew about Nezarec (somehow?) before the Traveler ever came to us. It reminded me of how strange the Lunar Pyramid is, deep inside the Moon, too deep to have gotten there by simply crashing. It's more or less in the core of the Moon. Unless they handwave it as the Pyramid getting inside paracausaly, it couldn't have gotten there by having crashed in the Collapse. Not only is it too deep and there is no proper impact crater, Nezarec (and the Pyramid?) were known to someone before the Collapse. Before even the Golden Age.

I think that Pyramid, and Nezarec, have been in our system observing us for a very, VERY, long time.

That's just a little side note about something that's been bothering me pretty much ever since I first saw the Pyramid on the Moon. How did it get there and when.

Bonus:

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Love Walks In — Close to Me (Pt.1)

In which Eddie graduates in ‘86, gets a job at Hawkins’ record store, and is a bit of a perv down horrendously for a girl who’s way out of his league. 

Eddie’s slow afternoons at the record store usually consisted of him leaning on the counter and daydreaming. He would build the narrative of the next Hellfire campaign in his head, or sometimes he’d pop on some headphones and listen to the latest release from Metallica or Sabbath, imagining Corroded Coffin performing the music. On this particularly slow Sunday afternoon, Eddie found himself daydreaming again as he mechanically unboxed some tapes. But instead of pondering D&D and rock, he let his mind slip back to a month ago: to graduation day. The last time he’d seen her. Probably the last time he would ever see her. 

She’d worn some big pearl earrings and a strapless dark green dress. Her smile was so wide as she clasped her diploma, her gown billowing behind her as she’d trotted excitedly off the stage. The sun in her wild hair and the flowing fabric of the gown gave her a truly ethereal glow: an image Eddie couldn’t forget if he tried. For a moment, he’d caught her eye from his place in line, her smile infecting him as he watched her go. Then she’d disappeared into the crowd, swept away by her proud family and her goodie-goodie friends who would have run away if he’d approached them. 

He’d wanted to say something, but what was there to say? “Thanks for not treating me like a freak when we were partners in bio?” “Hey, that one time you covered for me in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class was the coolest thing anyone’s ever done for me?” “I know we never really hungout but I think you’re smart and hilarious and so nice and drop-dead fucking gorgeous and I hate the idea of never seeing you again?” It would have weirded her out if he’d just come up to her out of the blue; she probably didn’t even remember him. Or if she did, he was just some dude who’d been held back twice who she’d been nice to out of pity. No, it was better to let her go. She was one of the few people who hadn’t treated him like a freak. It was better to remember her like that than to say something to make her realize he was a freak after all. 

Lost in the bittersweet memory and fiddling with the box of tapes on the counter, Eddie had barely registered the dinging of the front door. He could hear the sound of heels clicking on the linoleum over the radio faintly playing “Close to Me”. The clicks called to a memory he couldn’t place, eliciting subconscious excitement. He had just gathered an armful of tapes that had to be stocked when he looked up and was frozen in place. 

Her back was turned to him, untamed hair sweeping her shoulder as she surveyed the rock section. She turned her head slightly, revealing two oversized chain links dangling from her ear. They jingled lightly as she walked. A bit of lapis blue shimmer adorned the center of her eyelids, black smudging the corners. Her lips were stained a dark crimson. She flitted her fingers over some Talking Heads, completely oblivious to his awestruck presence behind the counter. That was, until the tapes he was holding slipped out of his grasp. 

“JESUS CHRIST!” he squawked, dropping to his knees behind the counter to collect the rubble of Madonna that surrounded him. He heard the clicking of heels again, realizing why the sound sent a shock down his spine. She always wore those wide heeled boots; they stopped a few inches shy of her knees, belt straps crossing the ankles. He’d watched them bounce impatiently against her desk in biology almost every day, perked up when he’d heard them announce her arrival to class. Sometimes, when she wore a shorter skirt, she’d cross her knees and the black leather of her shoes would rest perfectly against the soft skin of her thigh. He couldn’t explain the beauty of that sight, the thoughts it gave him. Thoughts he should not have been pondering while he was at work and she was mere feet away for fucks sake. God, he felt like such a creep for how he thought about her. Her mane of hair, the freckle on her collarbone, her soft pink lips. That one denim skirt of hers that showed off her upper thighs. Her legs. Fuck, her legs. 

Eddie shook his head and blinked hard, trying to physically derail his self-destructive train of thought while regathering copies of True Blue from the floor. Inhaling sharply through his nose, Eddie reminded himself of the reality of the situation. He was just her weird former classmate and she was just minding her business, looking at some music. If he was lucky, she might smile at him while he rang her up before skipping out the door. There was no way a girl like her was itching to be around the town freak. Accepting his fate and bracing himself, Eddie stood up and immediately let out a yelp. 

“bAAAH GOD DAMN IT!”

“Woah, hey Munson! Did I scare you there?” she giggled, her face leaning over the counter just inches from his own. 

“Yeah! Sorry, I—Wow ah—you fucking got me there,” he stammered, playing off the amazement as surprise. He totally hadn’t been blown away by the fact she remembered his name, addressing him with the same ease and friendliness she had in class. He had very normal emotions about the fact her face was inches from his. His knees hadn’t faltered at all when he caught a whiff of her sweet citrus perfume. 

“I’ll try to announce my presence next time. Maybe I should wear a bell like a cat,” she joked. Eddie grinned at the remark while the self-destructive gremlin in his brain imagined her wearing nothing but a black silk choker, a single bell dangling from the middle. Fuck he hated his mind. 

“You work here?” she inquired, pointing around vaguely. 

“Y-yeah! Like, selling music,” he mustered, recollecting himself a little. 

“Nice! Lot of Madonna, huh?” she gestured to the tapes in his arms. 

“You have NOOOOOO idea,” he hissed, eyes wide. The smile tugging at her lips widened. 

“It seems like they’re trying to bury you in it.”

“That’s actually my worst fear, being buried alive in Madonna. How did you know?” 

“Here, I’ll save you, just let me take a few,” she chuckled, reaching towards Eddie. 

“Good GOD woman, are you MAD? This is HAZARDOUS MATERIAL!” he hollered, jumping back dramatically. “Please, for your own safety, leave the handling to the professionals!”

She let out a fit of giggles as Eddie walked out from behind the counter, stretching out a hand in front of him to keep her away. As he did so a tape fell off of his stack and she picked it up, prompting Eddie to let out another exaggerated cry. 

“Now you’re INFECTED! Your music taste may NEVER RECOVER!”

“Never?!” she exclaimed with a wide smile, tone rising to match his. 

“Well, perhaps if you received the best treatment available,” Eddie muttered, stroking his chin as he walked to the new releases shelf. “There’s still a chance you could enjoy real music again.”

“Oh? And what’s the treatment?”

“Only the very best harmonies the human race has to offer,” he quipped, snapping back to face her after sliding the tapes into their shelf. “And luckily for you, I happen to have my very own secret stash.”

Hopping over the back counter, Eddie motioned over his shoulder for her to join him. She jumped to sit on the counter and swung her boots around to the other side, skirt shifting up her thighs as she did so. It was the denim skirt. Eddie swallowed hard and briefly clenched his left hand into a fist behind his back. Heaven help him. 

Crouching to reach, Eddie tugged hard on one of the bottom drawers behind the counter. It wouldn’t budge. He tried jiggling it side to side and up and down without success. With a knowing nod, Eddie gave the drawer a good kick with the back of his heel. It shot open, revealing about a dozen tapes scattered inside. 

“Behold! My sacred crypt of metal.”

“Holy shit!” she mused, crouching next to him and reaching for the 5150 tape. “I’ve been looking for this one for ages! Guess it was hidden back here, huh?” she teased. 

Brows furrowed, Eddie whipped his head back to stare at her. Did he hear her right? “You listen to Van Halen?”

“Just since 1984 came out, but yeah.”

His brows raised and a wide smile started in the right corner of his face. A breathy chuckle escaped his disbelieving lips. He shook his head slowly.

“What?” she asked, studying his response. 

“I just never would have pegged you as a metal fan,” Eddie mused. “You’ve got more of a…what’s the name of that girl in The Breakfast Club? And Pretty in Pink?”

“You mean Molly Ringwald?”

Eddie snapped his fingers, pointing in agreement. “Yes. Her. That’s who you’re like. You’re more of an American darling than…well, a metal-loving freak,” he gestured to himself.

She grinned shyly, looking down at her feet. Did Eddie see a blush in her cheeks? Had he made her uncomfortable? Shit, he shouldn’t have admitted he thought she looked like that actress chick. It’d just slipped out. She did dress like her, and her big eyes were even more captivating.

“Well, not all of us chose to show off our eccentric tastes like you do, Munson,” she teased. “Doesn’t mean I enjoy good music any less.” A smirk tugged at her lips as she gazed at him through her lashes. He breathed out a chuckle, face still plastered with awe. 

“Well, in that case,” he said, stepping back and slapping one of the huge stereo speakers lined against the back wall. “I’ll let you choose an album to play on these bad boys.” She rubbed her hands together, wearing a mischievous grin and biting the corner of her bottom lip. Eddie licked his lips at the sight. 

He watched her as she crouched next to the cache of tapes. Her messily-painted sparkly blue fingernails hovered over them, dancing lightly as she made her decision. A squiggly copper ring with a single, large red bead hung on her right middle finger. There was one of those little gold rings with two hands holding a heart on her pinky. He’d seen other girls wearing them, but he never knew what they meant. Was it some kind of promise ring? He wasn’t surprised by the thought she had someone, but it made his chest feel like a hollow cavern. His eyes darted away from her hands and were immediately met with the sight of the skin between her thighs and ass, right below the hem of her skirt. Turning redder than her lipstick, Eddie turned his head sharply and covered his mouth with his fist. He began counting ceiling tiles like his life relied on it. 

“This one,” she piped up, confidently holding Powerslave out to him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eddie chuckled, giving into his yearning to look at her again as he reached for the tape. His fingertips brushed hers as he clasped it. She glanced at the tape and then up at him with an unassuming smile. Blinking profusely, he turned away from her and busied himself with the stereo quickly. He didn’t think his face could feel any hotter, and he was all but certain he looked like a tomato.

With the press of a few buttons and a satisfying *click*, the shrill guitar and building drums of Aces High’s intro began to play. Eddie air guitared for a moment, head banging in time with the slow beat of the drums. Turning around, Eddie found her sitting on the counter, legs crossed and t-shirt hanging a bit off her left shoulder. Just like him, she was banging her head with the slow drum beats. Then, both of them paused as the intro slowed. Locking eyes and raising their brows in anticipation, they waited until the tempo sped up and the guitar resumed, and proceeded to head bang furiously, in sync with the new beat. Eddie kept going for a few seconds, but found himself stopping to admire her hair as she moved enthusiastically. He’d thought his hair was good for head banging. It was nothing compared to the storm on her head. It was completely unfair how sexy it was. 

She stopped after a few seconds, giggling at herself and grinning ear-to-ear as she pushed hair away from her face. As he drank her in, Eddie couldn’t keep a grin from creeping up his face. She was downright infectious. 

“Seems like you got a pretty good gig going here,” she remarked. “Access to good music and a bitchin’ sound system? I’m jealous.”

“Yeah, I just wish I could play this kinda stuff more. Boss man gets mad when I play it around customers.” The store owner, Frank, wanted music on the speakers to be “family appropriate”. But as long as Frankie boy wasn’t around and the store was empty, Eddie could play whatever he wanted. When he got a closing shift he would practically sprint to put on some Def Leppard after turning the front sign to read “closed.” He would jump and sing along while sweeping, twirling the broom around like a sword or a microphone. On one or two occasions, he had danced with the broom while imagining it was her. He had dreamt up the vague toss of her hair and the crinkling of her eyes, but every inch of him yearned to see the real thing. If he had one dance with that woman, he would be able to die a happy man. 

“Ugh, tell me about it! My manager gets so bitchy when I—,” 

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the clock above Eddie’s head and her eyes widened. “Shit, I’m almost late!” she hissed, tossing her legs over the counter and hopping down on the other side. 

A dull panic hit Eddie as he saw her preparing to leave. There was too much he wanted to say and nothing he actually could, but he knew he needed to try. He let the pounding in his chest spur him towards her, grabbing the 5150 tape as he did. 

“Wait, here, take it,” he sputtered, arm jutting the tape over the counter. “You, uh, said you were looking for it? I feel like an asshole for stashing away the last one.”

“Eddie, that’s so—thank you!” she beamed, pressing the tape to her chest. “How much you want for it?”

“You kidding me? Your money’s no good here!” he exclaimed, batting the air. “I always meant to, uh, to thank you for your help. In O’Donnell’s. This is the least I could do.” 

“That’s…that’s really sweet. Thank you.” Her eyes softened as her gaze met his. 

“Don’t mention it,” Eddie muttered through a soft smile. His hand rubbed the back of his neck, eyes wandering to her slightly-smudged red lips. The rhythm of his heart jumped as he traced the glossy shine of her lower lip with his gaze. Eddie had to force himself to look away, suddenly becoming very grateful for the counter hiding his lower body.

“Ah! I—I’ve gotta run, but I’ll see you around!“ she called over her shoulder, smiling as she jogged towards the door. 

“Y-yeah! See you,” Eddie called, waving as a dazed smile grazed his lips. After watching her dash down the street, Eddie threw his hands over his face and groaned.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groaned. “I am sooooo fucked.”

Notes: Been working on this for a while and I've got plans for upcoming parts. Stay tuned ;)

[eloquent-vowel]

I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.