#2328

[soundsofpleasure]

by girlsflovtboyscry and existenceisaconcept

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: August 16, 2023

Lyrics (Original):

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

Iffy yo iffy yeah

이불 밖은 위험해

Let it go let it pass

좋은 것만 기억해

빙글빙 빙글뱅

안 돌리고 싶어 해

Listen up listen up

나다운 게 필요해

Let me go let me say

이제 그만 hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

나는 나 너는 너

전혀 문제없는걸

다른 것과 틀린 건 달라

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

참 많은 걸 꿈이 말야

가끔 세곤 해

궁금한 건 참지 못해

그냥 해볼래

제멋대로래 가끔

생각 없어 보인대

어쩌겠어 뭘 해도

난 절대 안 변해

Let me go let me say

이제 그만 hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

나는 나 너는 너

전혀 문제없는걸

다른 것과 틀린 건 달라

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

사라질 거품뿐인걸

너무 흔들리지 마

That’s me

So what

다르면 어때 특별한데

Lyrics (English Translation):

동그라미 원하지

미래는 그 누구도 몰라 Nobody knows

어쩌지 I can’t be

어디로 튈지 몰라

Stupid stop

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

잔소린 Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

iffy yo iffy yeah

Danger beyond the blanket

let it go let it pass

Only remember the good

Ring around, round and round,

Don’t want to spin it round

listen up listen up

I need something being me

let me go let me say

Now please stop hate or hate

hello hello punch you like a 808

I am me and you are you,

there’s no problem at all

Being different and being wrong is different

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’ve got so many dreams

that sometimes I count them

I can’t stand my curiosities,

I’m going to try

They say I do what I want,

sometimes I seem reckless

So what,

whatever I do I will never change

let me go let me say

Now please stop hate or hate

hello hello punch you like a 808

I am me and you are you,

there’s no problem at all

Being different and being wrong is different

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

But they’re all bubbles to disappear

don’t let it get to you

That’s me

So what

What if I’m different, I’m special

Lyrics (Romanization):

What we all want is circles

No one knows the future Nobody Knows

What should I do, I can’t be,

things are unpredictable

stupid stop

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

Naggings are Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Check it out now

S.T.A.Y.C GO!

Iffy yo iffy yeah

ibul bakkeun wiheomhae

Let it go let it pass

joeun geonman gieokhae

binggeulbing binggeulbaeng

an dolligo shipeo hae

Listen up listen up

nadaun ge piryohae

Let me go let me say

ije geuman hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

naneun na neoneun neo

jeonhyeo munjeeomneungeol

dareun geotgwa teullin geon dalla

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

cham maneun geol kkumi marya

gakkeum segon hae

gunggeumhan geon chamji mothae

geunyang haebollae

jemeottaerorae gakkeum

saenggak eopseo boindae

eojjeogesseo mweol haedo

nan jeoldae an byeonhae

Let me go let me say

ije geuman hate or hate

Hello hello punch you like a 808

naneun na neoneun neo

jeonhyeo munjeeomneungeol

dareun geotgwa teullin geon dalla

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

They say I’m in trouble

sarajil geopumppuningeol

neomu heundeulliji ma

That’s me

So what

dareumyeon eottae teukbyeolhande

Songwriter:

donggeurami weonhaji

miraeneun geu nugudo molla Nobody knows

eojjeoji I can’t be

eodiro twilji molla

Stupid stop

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

jansorin Bubble Bubble Bubble

I’m sorry Bubble Bubble Bubble

Chang Il Son / Flyt / Joo Young Song / Sean Kwang Seob Rhee / Seung Hyeon Jeon

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Chiesa di Santa Maria della Pace - Roma

[albertxylin]

Sinkhole

You are greedy. Always wanting more. Always doing more. Always needing to be more. If you aren't enough now, You never will be. You cannot fix a sinkhole just by filling it up.

[jula483]

February 14th 2023 vs February 13th 2024

[lostdrarryfics]

hi! there was a fic about culinary drarry and harry was the chef to a restaurant secretly and the whole wizarding world didn't know he was the chef as he kept it secret, and he later revealed it to draco who said he was in love with that chef not knowing that it was harry bc it was draco's fav restaurant sorry ik this is a long shot, thanks for your help!

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[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“I think the way people overreacted to Adrien's high-road advice has to be one of the most embarrassing ML fandom moments. Like, the way salters depict how the scene went vs how it actually went in the show is so Night and Day, it makes you wonder if they're paying attention to the show.”

[chemiosmotic]

queued some old posts today

[mythicalshipping]

When your bff consulted his wife instead of you the first time he got a hemorrhoid. 

[lallyloo]

[x]

[gmmfashion]

hi do you know where link and rhett’s sweaters were from in good mythical more #2328? thanks!

Rhett- Beams Plus Knit Polo Shaggy 9G in Mustard

Link's- Nice as Heck Mohair Bark Cardigan from their Fall '22 collection.

[pesterloglog]

Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam

Act 5, page 2328

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[that1emowitch]

Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.

Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.

WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?

(And I love it <3)

A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.

(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)

Word Count: 2328

Jason wants to scream.

Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.

But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).

Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".

Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.

Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.

Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.

Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"

Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.

Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...

"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.

Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.

He can't just leave him there, can he?

Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)

Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.

Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.

They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”

“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.

Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.

Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.

“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.

Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide. 

In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.

Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.

Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.

Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…

Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”

Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.

It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.

Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.

Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”

Jason points to Bruce’s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.

“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”

“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.

“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.

He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.

He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.

Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.

“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.

He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.

“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister. 

That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”

Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”

Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.

Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.

“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.

Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”

The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.

Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.

“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.

“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”

Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”

“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”

“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.

“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands. 

“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”

That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”

Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?

He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.

“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.

“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.

“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)

The man whines, and immediately obliges.

“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.

“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.

The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”

Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”

“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.

That, or he's delusional.

“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.

“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”

“Black's a very, very pretty color.”

Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”

“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.

“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”

“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.

Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”

Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”

Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”

“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave. 

He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”

Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.

“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”

“Mhm. Kay.”

“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.

Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.

Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”

A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”

“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”

A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.

[BONUS!!!]

Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.

“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.

“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”

His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.

“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ? ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ, ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ɪꜱ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ, ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ. ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴠᴏᴡꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

In a reality far from the one you knew, where timelines bled together like rivers meeting at an impossible delta, a singular existence wove its thread through the vastness of the cosmos. Y/N, untethered by time and space, gazed down at the lives of mortals, each existence a fleeting dance. To feel, to love, to exist in a body bound by fragile flesh—this, she yearned for. So, she descended.

She chose a world where ambition and brilliance sparked like the brightest of stars. A man named Viktor, consumed by intellect and an insatiable hunger for discovery, became the anchor for her desire. In his pursuit of knowledge, she saw a kindred spirit. And so, Y/N walked among them, cloaking herself in the mortal guise of a young woman.

But love, love was never meant for her. Not in the way mortals knew it.

Viktor, once a man of pure intellect, became obsessed with the paradox she posed—an immortal being in the form of a woman who could love him and yet, not be bound by love's chains. To possess her, to make her his, became his only desire, so he sought to bind her soul to his. He cast his magic upon her, tore her essence apart, and scattered the fragments of her being across infinite timelines. Every timeline, every version of him and her, became a reflection of the other. A perfect mirror, forever intertwined, but not whole.

Jayce, a man of conviction and heart, found himself caught in the ripples of their shattered reality. He had loved Y/N —before the fracture, before the magic and madness. In his own world, she had been his. They had shared quiet moments, whispered promises, and dreams of what could be. But now, standing in the ruins of a dystopian world where magic had twisted and broken everything, he saw her again. Not the same Y/N. No, she was far more than he remembered. Her eyes, once full of warmth, now shimmered with the weight of countless lives and deaths. She was a star, burned and torn by the very forces that had created her.

"Y/N?" Jayce’s voice trembled, a fragile whisper that echoed through the desolate air. He took a step forward, but the ground beneath him seemed uncertain, as though his very existence faltered with each movement. "How? What happened to you?"

Her hand gently rested atop a moss-covered statue, one that clutched a hammer, its stone face long weathered by time. She smiled, but it was a sad, bittersweet thing—an expression that carried the weight of untold stories, of lives lived in the quiet spaces between worlds. Her gaze met his, a soft understanding in her eyes, as if she were an embodiment of sorrow itself. "Spoilers," she replied, her voice light yet heavy, each syllable resonating like a distant, unspoken truth, the kind that could break a heart if you listened too closely.

Jayce’s breath hitched, his chest constricting in a wave of memories too painful to bear. "I watched you die," he choked out, the words as jagged as shattered glass. "In my arms."

A soft sigh escaped her lips, but her eyes were unyielding. "She was never truly gone," a voice interjected from behind them. Jayce spun, his heart hammering in his chest, to find Viktor stepping forward. Y/N offered him a quiet smile, one that seemed to span the distance between them.

Viktor’s voice was raw, thick with regret. "Not in the way you think. The Y/N you knew was just a shadow, a façade. But this..." He gestured toward Y/N, "This is who she truly is. She is everything now."

Jayce’s fists clenched at his sides, his frustration bubbling, threatening to spill over. "What did you do, Viktor?" His voice quivered with anger, disbelief twisting his every word. "What have you done to her?"

Y/N’s gaze softened, a tender sorrow lacing her every movement. She stepped toward Jayce, her presence like a quiet comfort in the face of the storm. "He wanted to keep me," she said, her voice almost a whisper, fragile with the weight of grief. "For both of you. But I wasn’t meant to be kept. I wanted to experience your world—the joy, the sorrow. So when I died, my body was gone, but not my essence, so I could return back to the cosmos...But Viktor… he couldn’t let me go."

Her words trembled with the weight of countless lifetimes, of loves both lost and found, of endings that stretched across infinite realities.

Viktor stepped forward, his voice shaking with the agony of a love that had consumed him. "I loved her. You loved her," he said, his eyes filled with an anguish that mirrored Y/N’s own. "I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again. Not after everything."

Jayce’s breath caught in his throat. "So, what? You ripped her from the world, tore apart time itself, just so you could have a piece of her?" His voice cracked, anger mingling with a profound sorrow. "Even if it means she dies in every universe, in my universe? Was this all just a game to you, Viktor?!"

Y/N’s gaze fell back to him, her eyes full of empathy and quiet understanding. She stepped closer, the weight of their shared pain settling between them. "No, Jayce," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It was never about games. Viktor couldn’t let me go. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing me again, so he did what he thought was the only way to keep me with both of you. But it wasn’t a choice made lightly. It wasn’t selfish. It was love, desperation, and grief all tangled together."

Her words lingered in the air, soft yet final, before she looked at Viktor with something unspoken, something he would never truly understand. She turned back to Jayce, her expression unreadable. "What happened to me… what Viktor did, it’s not something that can be undone. I am... part of something much larger now. When you return to your world, you'll see it for yourself. And I can't stay—not in the way you want me to. I know I’m not your Y/N, but I carry her memories."

She smiled sadly at the statue, her gaze distant. "I carry her love for you. But also for Viktor."

Her voice faltered, a quiet tremor of grief passing through her. "The timelines are shattered. The paths we walked are broken. But I’ll carry the memory of you both. I’ll carry the love, even if I can never return to it."

Viktor, standing beside her now, seemed to shrink under the weight of her words. His face was full of guilt, of an impossible sorrow he could never undo. "She’s right," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What I did… it wasn’t control. It was about trying to save something that was already lost. I couldn’t let go."

He turned his gaze to Jayce, his eyes filled with raw grief. "I never meant to destroy what you had with her. I just… I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her again."

Jayce’s anger flared once more, but it was tempered by a deep sense of helplessness. "You didn’t just tear her away from the world, Viktor," he said, his voice breaking, tears threatening to fall. "You tore apart everything we had together."

For a moment, Jayce turned to Y/N, his heart torn between love and confusion. His voice quivered, the weight of his grief pressing down on him. "We loved you. We still do. And we always will."

Viktor’s hands reached out, trembling, as if he could still hold onto the fading remnants of her presence. "You were everything to us," he whispered, his voice full of despair. "Don’t leave us again. Not like this."

Y/N’s gaze softened, the finality of her words hanging in the air. "And you were a beautiful experience," she said, her voice heavy with tenderness and regret. "But you were always a chapter in a story I could never finish."

Jayce's eyes filled with anguish, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to hold onto the fleeting moments of her presence. His voice trembled as he spoke, raw and desperate. "We loved you. We still do, and always will." he whispered, the weight of the words pressing on him like a heavy stone. His breath hitched, the grief rising in him like a tidal wave he couldn’t escape.

Viktor, his eyes reflecting the same torment, stood motionless. His outstretched hands shook, as though he could still feel the remnants of Y/N’s essence slipping away from him. "You were everything to us." He took a hesitant step forward, as if testing whether he could hold onto something that was already vanishing

Y/N shook her head, her gaze soft yet filled with an unspoken regret. “And you were a wonderful experience,” she said, her voice filled with both tenderness and finality. “But you were always a chapter in a story that I could never finish.”

Jayce stood frozen, the ache in his chest unbearable. His heart screamed for her, for a chance to make things right, but he knew it was hopeless. She had lived a thousand lives, and in each one, she had died. For her, they were fleeting moments—wonderful, painful, but ultimately fleeting.

As Y/N’s form began to dissolve, fading into the air like smoke caught in a storm, Viktor reached out one final time, his hands trembling, desperate to hold onto something already slipping through his fingers. "Please," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Don’t leave us again. We can’t lose you. Not like this."

Her voice, soft and haunting, floated back to them, like the last note of a song carried by the wind. "You were everything to me, but I am not yours to keep."

And just like that, she was gone.

Jayce stood there, paralyzed, his heart torn between Viktor—whose love had shattered the very fabric of reality—and Y/N, whose presence had filled their lives with both light and shadow. There were no answers, no resolution, only the overwhelming weight of their loss.

Only silence.

Her absence hung in the air, the remnants of her essence scattering like stardust in the void.

Viktor stood beside him, eyes hollow with grief. The world around them was broken, twisted beyond recognition, a stark reminder of the sacrifice they’d made, of the love they had tried so desperately to keep. The weight of their shared history, of the pain they had caused one another, was unbearable, but Jayce could feel the shared longing between them—a desire to have held onto something that was always meant to slip through their fingers.

Jayce glanced at Viktor, their gazes meeting, silent understanding passing between them. They both knew: Y/N was never meant to stay. She had been a spark, a moment of warmth in their otherwise cold worlds, but in the end, she was a part of something far greater than them. Something beyond their grasp.

With one last, lingering look at the place where she had been, Jayce turned away, his steps heavy, each one harder than the last. Viktor hesitated but didn’t follow. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on the space where she had vanished, as if hoping she would return, even though they both knew she couldn’t.

Jayce’s hand brushed against the moss-covered statue, the hammer in the statue’s grip catching his attention. Without thinking, he pried it free, holding it in his hands—a symbol of the bond they had shared, the weight of his love for both of them. As he held the hammer, he felt the echoes of the reality they had just left behind, the choice he had to make. If he didn’t act, if he didn’t find a way to restore balance to his own world, this fractured reality would become his—an endless cycle of loss, broken dreams, and unspoken grief.

Jayce’s heart clenched as he stepped toward the swirling portal that had opened in the air, ready to return to his own universe. As he passed through the rift, the world around him seemed to shift and flicker, like the last remnants of a fading dream. He could feel her, Y/N, her essence lingering in his thoughts, in his heart. She had been a part of him, of Viktor, and yet she was now something more—something eternal.

When Jayce emerged on the other side, back in his own world, the air was thick with tension. The hammer, now clasped firmly in his hand, pulsed with energy, its presence a reminder of what could happen if he didn’t make the right choices, if he didn’t act swiftly. The timeline he had witnessed—the future of a world where love had been corrupted and reality bent out of shape—was the future they could face. A world where Y/N’s sacrifice had meant nothing, where Viktor’s desperation had caused nothing but destruction.

Jayce’s fingers tightened around the hammer’s grip. He could feel the power of it—the weight of decisions yet to be made. If he didn’t find a way to heal the fractured timelines, if he didn’t make the right choice, their world could end up like the one he had just left behind. A broken place, where their love for each other would remain unfulfilled.

But Y/N, Viktor, and he—they still had time. There was still hope. And no matter what it took, Jayce would not let their love be consumed by the void.

As he stepped forward into his world, the hammer pulsed once more, the promise of what could be, and the burden of what must be done, weighing heavily in his chest.

He knew one thing for sure now: their love—his love for both of them—would not fade. It would endure, even across broken timelines, even through fractured realities.

And somehow, someway, he would find them again.

[emmaiscool22]

Love Isn't Easy

Eustass Kid x female strawhat!reader

Warnings: angst to a teeny tiny amount of fluff, tipsy reader?, minor cussing, SOFT!KID (that's a warning itself lol), mention of a girl's night

this takes's place after wano (so minor wano spoilers!!!!) purely fictional and noncanon!!!

word count: 2328

I sit on a barrel watching Brook play his violin. Despite the cheerful atmosphere, I couldn’t help but feel the dread in my stomach. I take my eyes off Brook and to the shoreline of the island we stopped at. As soon as we ran into the Kid Pirates, Luffy declared that we were throwing a party despite Kid disagreeing. How he ended up getting Kid to agree, I have no idea. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” 

I jump, surprised at the voice. I crane my neck to look behind me, the stress leaving my shoulders when I realize who it is. 

“I am not sure if I am being honest, Robin,” I answer. 

She nods, sitting next to me. I move my eyes from her to the redhead across the ship, his laugh booming across the lively atmosphere. I move to take another sip of my drink, the burn doing nothing to settle the uneasiness in my belly. 

“You should talk to him.” 

“He already said what he wanted to,” I sigh, remembering his words on Wano.

Robin looks towards him and back at me, “What about you? Did you say what you wanted?”

Robin glances at Kid, noticing his eyes following me while my attention is focused on Brook. I take a big gulp of my drink, emptying it. I set it down next to me and grab another one, popping off the lid. I don't want to be here, I am in no mood for partying. 

“Whatever I do, I can’t get my mind off of Kid. It’s ruining me, Robin,” I let my feelings out for the first time, “I can’t sleep, his words just repeat in my head.”

“I never loved you. I will never love you.”

I stand up, moving forward, stumbling slightly. “I am headed to bed.” 

Before Robin can say anything, I head towards the girl’s quarters. In the middle of my journey there, I am stopped by someone voicing my name. I know that voice. I wordlessly shake my head and continue, needing to get off the deck. He says my name again, closer this time. I need to get off this ship, I think. My march to the girl’s quarters changes directions to the beach. The laughter and music fade into the background the farther I get from the ship. I stop when I feel far enough away without losing sight of the ship. I nestle into the sand, hoping to stake a claim here for the rest of the night. My heartbeat slows as the sea breeze and the tide calm me down. 

“Why did you leave?” 

I stiffen. 

“I wanted some fresh air,” I mutter. 

He chuckles, “That’s a lie.” 

I didn’t say anything else. I want to scream at him, tell him everything that has been consuming me for the months since Wano. But I can’t. 

Kid plops down right next to me in the sand. “I might not like him, but Strawhat sure knows how to throw a party,” Kid gulps his drink, throwing the empty bottle in the sand.

I still say nothing. 

“So we not talkin’ or somethin’?” He asks, turning his body towards me.

I try to find the courage to say something, anything, but alas, nothing comes to mind.

He stares at me trying to catch my eyes that are firmly set on the rolling tide. After a couple of minutes, he speaks again

“You know,” he starts, “Heat and Wire miss your presence on the ship. Said that something is missing… I don’t know. I told them we knew you were only stayin' for 2 years but they got attached to you.”  

I couldn’t help but scoff and mumble, “All I did on your ship was complain about you and missing my friends.” 

“She speaks!” He shouts and laughs. 

I stare at him. I forgot how his smile covered his whole face, or how he would whip his arms around when he got excited. The muscles flex as his flesh arm waves around in the air. No. I can’t think about him, not like this. Not when he broke my heart. I move to stand up and wipe the sand off my legs. My feet taking me towards the ship once more. I didn’t want to be alone with him. Suddenly a hand grabs mine, pulling me back. 

“Leaving me so soon?”

I shiver at his words. I can feel tears beginning to slide down my face. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. Kid pulls at my hand once more to get me to turn around. He says something, but all I can hear is my heart trying to tear itself out of my chest. Suddenly, someone starts calling my name from the ship, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

“I have to go back,” I whisper, tugging my hand harshly out of his grip. 

I sway towards the calling voice, the alcohol still moving about my system. I can see Sanji leaning over the edge of the ship, looking down at the shoreline for me. A couple heads peek next to him, Robin, Chopper, and Luffy. I remember Robin's words from before: 

“What about you? Did you say what you wanted?”

I do have things I want to say. I spin around, catching Kid off guard. He looks at me with surprise at my sudden actions. “What are you doing?” he demands. 

“I don’t want to love you anymore.” I blurt out. 

His eyes widen. 

“I don’t want to love you, but for some reason I do, even though you hurt me. I fell in love with you during the two years I was on your ship, and I felt like you loved me. We spent every day training together, and hanging out, and I felt like we got close. I wish I was the one you thought about before you went to bed, or the one you wanted to spend your days with. But in Wano you told me the opposite after I confessed my love for you... Why won’t you love me back?”

It takes him a moment to speak, “let’s get you back,” he grumbles, “you’re drunk Y/N.” 

At his words, I cry harder and drop to my knees, his flesh hand grabs my shoulder, “Don’t touch me!” I sob. He tries to say something but his mouth just opens and closes. His metal hand comes to my other shoulder to hoist me up, but my words have him stumbling back. 

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!”

My hand grabs at the sand and chucks it towards him. My sobs ring out into the open air along with the faint sound of music and laughter. 

“I would listen to Y/N, Eustass,” a voice commands.

My eyes stay on the sand, while Kid’s head snaps towards the voice. A gentle hand rests on the shoulder in the place of Kid’s. A soft voice whispers, “You are okay Y/N, we are here for you.”

The hand begins to gently stroke my hair. I look up and lock eyes with Nami. 

“Can you stand up?” She asks. 

I nod my head slowly, planting my hands on the ground to push my body up. She wraps an arm around me and leads me towards the ship. 

“Y/N-” Kid starts but is cut off by Robin.

“You hurt her enough, don’t make it worse.” 

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“He’s an idiot, Y/N,” Nami states while she brushes my hair. 

“I’m sorry I ruined your night,” I sigh, “I could see you and Killer getting along.”

Nami laughs, “Oh Y/N, he couldn’t handle me.”

We both laugh, warmth coming to my chest as I smile. The silence that follows is comfortable, basking in each other's presence. A soft knock comes from the door, the door squeaking open, revealing Robin, smiling slightly. After a few moments of chit-chatting, Nami stands up.

“Let’s have a girl’s night,” Nami shouts, “I will ask Sanji to make us some snacks! We can do our nails and have a good time together!” 

I smile and nod, and Robin voices her agreement. Nami skips out of the room to find Sanji while Robin and I get out all of the nail polish. Once we settle onto the floor, I take a moment to look at her and gather up the courage to ask her the question I have been dying to know the answer to since the beach. Reading my mind, she states, “He didn’t hurt me,” she smiles, “After you walked away, he asked me to grab Killer and that was it.” 

I nod slowly as Nami bursts back into the room along with Sanji, who is holding out drinks and our favorite snacks. “Y/N-swannnnnn, Robin-swannn!” He guides the tray to us, “Here you are, my lovely ladies!” 

He hands us our drinks and snacks, and leaves the room, letting us know that he can make us anything else we want. For the next couple of hours, we pamper ourselves, doing our nails, and hair, and talking about our most recent adventures. 

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I toss and turn in bed, shoving the blankets off my legs. Laying there for a few moments, I cover back up, uncomfortably cold. Groaning, I decide to get up and make some tea, hoping it will help me sleep. I slip my sandals on, glancing at Nami and Robin to make sure I haven’t woken them. I slip out into the hallway, no one in sight. The Kid Pirates must have gone back to their ship at some point, I think. I make my way to the kitchen only to be stopped by the sight of a shadow by the head of the Sunny, “Luffy?” I whisper confused about why he was out here this late, moving my way toward the dark figure. 

“Sorry sweet cheeks,” Kid mutters, “I am not Strawhat.” 

I take a step back, startled by his presence, “K-kid, what are you doing here?” 

“I was thinking about you if I am being honest.”

I take another step back, the idea of tea lost in my mind, just hoping to escape to the solace of my bedroom.

“I am sorry for what happened on the beach,” Kid apologizes.

This stops me from moving. Kid apologizing? 

I find my voice, “Killer tell you to say that?”

“No,” Kid snarls, “I wanted to fucking apologize myself.” 

I take a deep breath and I dare myself to be bold, “What are you doing here?”

“I was practicing…” he trails off.

“Practicing?”

“I need to practice without Killer shoving words down my throat.”

“I don’t understand.”

He doesn’t respond and just looks at me. I suddenly feel self-conscious at his scrutinizing. We stand in the darkness for a few minutes, before he breaks the silence.

“You asked me why I didn’t love you back earlier.” He pauses before he continutes, “Umm, Killer told me I needed to sort out my thoughts and feelings before I talked to you again. But I hate the idea of not talking to you. When you confessed to me after I ran into you after escaping Udon, I was surprised. I couldn’t believe it. Why would you love me? I said the things I did to hurt you, I can’t have you loving me. I am incredibly selfish. As soon as you said it, I wanted to take you away. I wanted- I want you all to myself. But I hurt you instead of telling you the truth.”

Kid takes a deep breath, and grabs my hand. 

“The truth is, I realized that I have developed strong feelings for you. It started as a simple admiration, but over time, it has grown into something deeper. The way you make me laugh, the way you care for others, the way you fight, and the way you light up a room with your presence... it all captivates me. When you found me after Kuma separated your crew, I knew I was fucked. The look on your face when you asked if you could stay on the Victoria, I couldn’t say no. I knew I loved you the minute you told Heat off for stealing food from your plate one night at dinner. I am selfish for telling you this all now but -” 

I cut him off, “You love me?” 

He nods, “Yes.”

“And you’re not just saying it to say it 'cause it's what I want to hear?”

“I love you Y/N.”

“It would have saved me a whole lot of tears and heartache if you just told me.”

Kid nods again, “I know.”

“You hurt me.”

“I know.”

I take a bold step forward towards him and wrap my arms around him. His arms slowly wrap around my body, his warmth seeping into me. 

“It’s going to take me a while to forgive you, but thank you for telling me how you feel.”

“I understand,” Kid says, “but can I ask you something?”

I pull back from his embrace, enough to see his face staring down at me, “what is it?” 

“Can I kiss you?”

My heart hammers in shock. But slowly, I nod my head, not trusting my words. His flesh hand moves to cup my cheek while his metal one lays across the small of my back. He leans in halfway, his eyes searching mine for any sign of wariness. When he finds none, he closes the gap, his lips hovering over mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath and the slight tickle of his lips ghosting mine. I push my toes into the ground, leaning up to press my lips against his. His chapped lips move in sync with mine, but before either one of us can deepen the kiss, Kid pulls away, his forehead against mine. “I am sorry again for how I acted, I am going to try and make it up to you before our crew departs.” Kid mumbles. 

I don’t say anything, just take him in. I couldn’t forgive him just yet but I knew that I would love him forever. 

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, kopie, 23 juin 1825, 5e année, No. 404, (2328): Coeffure de l'invention de M.r Guillaume. Robe de blonde. Manteau de velours simulé brodé en perles. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

'Coeffure' designed by Mr Guillaume. Blonde dress (bobbin lace). 'Manteau' of 'velours simulé' embroidered with pearls. Accessories: tiara, necklace, brooch, bracelets, fan, long gloves. The print is a copy after No. 2328 from the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes (1797-1839).