#fic: and though i burn

[rhearoyces]

if someone asked me at the end i'd tell them put me back in it darling, i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute

yet another incredible commission by the amazing @murmel-malt, this time of my favourite hotd lesbians, alicent hightower and my oc daena royce, stars of my future fic and though i burn

[theicarusconstellation]

chapter seven of my jegulus icarus x apollo au, and though i burn, how could i fall? is here <3

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snippet: (tw nsft)

“When you watched – when you watched me, you – ngh – James, fuck –” Regulus’ arms finally give in, and he falls back against his mattress with a defeated, high-pitched groan. “How did you – you knew it was there – ?” His hands fly into James’ hair as pressures build within him.

“I knew,” James hums, “because I watched you when you were alone.” He kisses Regulus’ cunt and runs his hand up and down his thigh. “Because I watched you when you touched yourself.”

[licnheartedd]

jegulus fic rec!!

you will be seeing a lot of atib talk on my blog btw. this is officially a fan account

i have talked about atib here before and i will talk about it again because it is just,, so good. if you like greek mythology, or even just the story of icarus and apollo, you will love this fic. i reread it daily and probably will continue to do so for a very long time

[gongyussy]

deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2

+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]

update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.

[pucksandpower]

The drivers I write and read about are not the same people as the drivers in real life.

Being surrounded by Formula 1 fanfiction for so long has made me realize that I mentally have zero overlap between the characters with drivers’ names and faces in fics and the actual drivers in real life … and I think that’s pretty neat.

[seokminfilm]

borderline 🎸 yoon jeonghan

🎸 pairing, yoon jeonghan x reader

🎸 warnings, non-idol au, short, angst (hint of fluff at the end), high school au, senior student tennis player jeonghan, lovers to strangers to ???, tennis player reader, heavily descriptive

🎸 summary, the subject of tennis and yoon jeonghan were something you think you would never understand.

🎸 author's note, this has been simmering in my head this morning ever since i saw this picture on pinterest....i needed to do this okay i wouldn't rest until it was done LOL thank you all so much for 397 followers now AND all the love on 'calvin klein boyfriend'!! i appreciate it lots 🥹 anyways, enjoy borderline!!

🎸 now playing, yes i'm changing (tame impala)

🎸 word count, 818 | for @kstrucknet

the ball pecks the ground harmlessly, flying into the net as you give up trying, racket hitting the ground as you bite your lip.

tears are flowing from your eyes before you can even try form a thought as to why you're crying, and you don't know if it's because you're frustrated, hurt, or a mixture of both.

it was your senior year, but your ex-boyfriend was nowhere to be found. he had promised you on this same court, promised to never let you go─even after you two graduated, he swore up and down he would take you with him, wherever he decided to go. obviously, he didn't hold up his end of the bargain. yoon jeonghan was nowhere to be found.

you don't even know why you were practicing at this point. you and all of your friends knew that you were playing tennis because of jeonghan, even if you tried to deny it over and over. he had made you fall in love with it, just as he made you fall in love with him.

taking another tennis ball in your sweaty hand, you let it hit the racket, giving it your best swing as he violently swishes into the net once again. face falling at the failure, you turn away from the court and look into the park, watching children play lightheartedly without a care in the world.

you remember when you were like that, free and whole─jeonghan was there with you, encouraging you to act like a fool, even when you probably shouldn't have been. jeonghan had brought out the best in you, it seemed, and now─he wasn't even there to do that. the call to tennis was too strong for him to deny, you supposed.

"it's no wonder you can't hit the ball straight. you have the posture of a steamed shrimp." the voice had a familiar tone to it as if the speaker of that sentence was trying to hold back a laugh of some sort.

turning around, your eyes land on yoon jeonghan himself─the freshman-turned-tennis prodigy who left your life two years ago.

he was taller now, hair longer and smoother as it bristled in the wind tousling through the air. his eyes still had that charming look to them, but his lips were a dark pink, tantalizing and lithe as he smirked at you.

"did you miss me?" the question is playful as jeonghan strips himself of his backpack and whips out a tennis racket. wiping the tears from your eyes, you clear your throat, eyes threatening to tear up again at jeonghan's smile.

"i didn't really have time to do that." you lie straight through your teeth, and jeonghan knows you did, going along with it as he smirks. "uh-huh."

the two of you fell silent, unspoken conversations lingering between you. there was so much you and him left unsaid, and now, you waited for him to clear up the confusion and hurt in your heart.

if you were being a hundred percent honest, you wanted jeonghan to kiss you and make everything all feel better.

"let's practice some swings, shall we? it'll be just like good old times." jeonghan flips his racket in hand, hair tucked and strands whipping violently behind his ears. his dark brown eyes study yours with one of fondness as if you two had never stopped being together.

both of you knew that wasn't true, but it was nice to pretend, right?

"how can it be the same, jeonghan? it's so different now. it's been so different without you, jeonghan," you whisper, and sadly enough, jeonghan hears you. his face falls slightly, and he can't put on a fake smile, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his hair.

"we can always try, can't we?" jeonghan was just inches away from you now, walking farther and farther up to you during the conversation. his cologne washes over you in waves, and his eyes are filled with pain and longing─it makes you want to cry, almost. seeing how pitiful he is for you. it's makes you feel wanted.

"sure. we can try," you say in a rare moment of vulnerability, and jeonghan pauses to look at you, face illuminated by the sun as he smiles.

"we can try, yeah. let's start out with tennis, though?" you crack a smile at the unusual familiarity of jeonghan's warm voice directed to you again, and in that moment, suddenly everything isn't so bad.

suddenly, you're willing to try to hit the ball over the net again. the life in your eyes has returned back, and you nod quietly, looking down as both of you think of what your tennis coach had said to you two your first doubles game.

second chances come and go. it's just up to you to take them.

you guessed the quote came in handy for romantic relationships, not just tennis matches.

[bananasplit133]

Between Shadows and Light (Part 3)

Ivincible Variant | Mark Grayson x Reader

(part 2) - (part 1)

(Wrote this whilst thinking of Sinister Mark, but his costume isn't specified anywhere so you can also imagine him as any other varinat :D)

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The café was relatively quiet as you prepared for another day of serving coffee, the familiar hum of conversation blending with the comforting scent of brewing coffee. The few regulars seated at their usual spots created a calm atmosphere, almost normal despite the chaos that lay beyond the glass doors. Each face you recognized had its own story—people trying to maintain a sense of normalcy in a world that had spiraled into uncertainty since Invincible’s rise to power. The soft clatter of cups and the murmur of voices filled the air, a soothing backdrop to the unease that crept in from the outside.

As you wiped down the counter, the bell above the door jingled, a sound that usually signaled a new customer entering your little haven. You looked up to see Mark stepping inside, his jacket fitting him perfectly and exuding an air of confidence that was both unsettling and intriguing. He surveyed the café, his dark eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing its territory. The way he moved was commanding, and despite the unease that came with his presence, you felt an inexplicable pull toward him. He seemed to draw in the energy of the space around him, a force of nature that made it hard to look away.

However, as he approached the line of customers waiting to order, the flicker of annoyance crossed his face, and you could see the impatience bubbling beneath the surface. Mark strode toward the line, pushing past a few patrons who looked up, startled. Their expressions shifted from surprise to indignation as he ignored their irritated glances. The air thickened with discomfort, and you found yourself holding your breath, a surge of anger rising within you. This was Invincible, a man who wielded immense power, and yet here he was acting as if everyone around him should simply step aside to accommodate him.

“Excuse me! You can’t just push in front like that!” one of the customers protested, annoyance clear in his voice. Mark brushed past him without a second thought, an almost casual disregard for the frustration he caused.

“I don’t have time for this,” he muttered, his tone dismissive, as if their complaints were nothing more than a minor inconvenience in his day.

You felt your heart race at the sight of him treating people like they were nothing more than obstacles in his path. The righteous anger boiled within you. This was a tipping point; you couldn’t just stand by and let it happen. This was the real world, not some arena where he could flaunt his power without consequence.

“Mark!” you called out, stepping out from behind the counter, crossing your arms as you approached him. “You can’t just cut in line like that. Everyone is waiting for their turn.”

He turned, surprise flickering in his eyes before a smirk appeared on his lips. “And who are you to tell me what to do?”

“Someone who believes in treating people with respect,” you shot back, feeling a surge of determination. “You might be …Invincible,” You say, whispering that last part since some customers were still close enough to overhear. “-But that doesn’t give you the right to push everyone else aside.”

The other patrons watched the exchange with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, some shifting uncomfortably as the tension between you and Mark escalated. Mark’s expression shifted slightly, irritation flaring in his eyes. “I don’t have all day. I’m not going to wait for these… people.”

You could feel your heart racing, anger simmering beneath the surface. “Just wait your turn. It’s not that hard,” you insisted, your voice steady as you met his gaze.

He crossed his arms, a mix of amusement and frustration evident in his demeanor. “Fine. I’ll wait. But this is ridiculous,” he grumbled, his voice low as he reluctantly took his place at the back of the line.

As he grudgingly settled in, you felt a small sense of victory, but it was quickly overshadowed by the tension that remained. You continued serving customers, trying to push aside the unease in your gut. After a few minutes, it was finally Mark's turn. The café was mostly empty now, the last few customers drifting out as you stepped up to the counter, pouring him a fresh cup of coffee.

“Your usual,” you said, trying to keep the mood light as he settled into a booth, the tension lingering in the air between you.

He took a sip, a contemplative look crossing his face as he savored the flavor. “You really took their side back there. Why?”

“Because they deserve respect,” you replied, looking him in the eye. “You can’t just push people around because you think you’re better than them.”

Mark leaned back, a cocky grin returning, but there was something unsettling about it. “I am better than them. I’m Invincible. Why should I have to wait like everyone else?”

“Mark,” you said after a few seconds of making sure no one could overhear. “I know you’re Invincible, but that doesn’t mean you can just walk over everyone else. You might be strong, but that doesn’t give you the right to disregard the people around you.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, the hint of a challenge sparking within them. “And what do you know about power?”

“Enough to recognize that it doesn’t mean you get to treat people like dirt,” you replied firmly, your frustration bubbling to the surface. “You have to remember that there are consequences to your actions. These are people we’re talking about.”

He scoffed, leaning forward as if your words were amusing. “Consequences? Please. Fear is a powerful motivator, and I’ve seen firsthand how people respond to it. They know their place.”

You felt a surge of frustration at his attitude. “You think instilling fear is the way to earn respect? That’s not how it works, Mark. You’re just creating more enemies.”

“Enemies?” he echoed, an incredulous laugh escaping him. “I don’t care about enemies. They can fear me all they want. It keeps them in line.”

“That’s a dangerous way to live,” you countered, crossing your arms. “You may think you’re invincible, but eventually, that approach will backfire.”

Mark's expression darkened, irritation flashing in his eyes. “You don’t understand how this world works. It’s survival of the fittest. I’m simply playing the game better than anyone else.”

“Is that really all you see it as? A game?” you asked, the weight of your words heavy in the air. “You’re treating them like pawns.”

He leaned back in his seat, contemplating your words as if they were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “You really think I should care about them?”

“Why not?” you replied, your voice steady. “You can choose to see them as individuals instead of obstacles. You could find strength in connection rather than dominance.”

He regarded you silently, a mix of curiosity and confusion in his expression. “You think I can change?”

“Everyone has the potential to change,” you said, feeling a small spark of hope. “But it starts with you wanting to try. You don’t have to keep pushing everyone away and expect to find fulfillment in that.”

Mark's gaze narrowed, his expression darkening again. “You don’t know me, and you don’t know what I’ve sacrificed to get where I am.”

“Maybe not,” you admitted, your voice softer now. “But I do know that everyone deserves to be treated like a human being, including you.”

He leaned back, the usual cockiness in his demeanor wavering slightly. “You’re different from anyone else I’ve met.”

“Why do you think that is?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know,” he replied, frustration evident in his tone. “Maybe it’s because you don’t seem to fear me, but it’s also annoying. I’m not used to people challenging me like this.”

“Maybe it’s time to change that,” you replied, feeling a sense of determination. “You might be surprised at how it feels to connect with people rather than overpower them.”

The tension in the booth was palpable as you both considered the weight of your conversation. The world outside the café felt like a distant memory, and for the moment, it was just the two of you navigating the complexities of power and connection.

“Maybe I’ll give it a shot,” he said finally, his tone more serious than before, a frown on his face. “But don’t expect me to change overnight.”

“Change takes time,” you replied, holding his gaze steady. “But it starts with wanting to connect with others.”

As your break came to an end, you felt a pang of disappointment. The connection you had begun to forge felt significant, and the thought of leaving was disheartening.

“Hey,” he said, standing up as the clock chimed, signaling the end of your shift. “Youl up for a park hangout tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’m in,” you replied, surprised but eager at the prospect.

“Good,” he said, his expression serious. “I’ll see you there.”

With that, you turned to return to your duties, but as you did, you caught a glimpse of something in his eyes—a flicker of longing or frustration at the brevity of your time together. It was a look that felt out of place on him, one that hinted at emotions he wasn’t ready to confront.

As you resumed your shift, you felt the weight of his gaze lingering on you, a sense of tension that hovered between you both. The prospect of spending more time with him was both exciting and nerve-wracking. Mark was a force to be reckoned with, and while he was undeniably ruthless, you sensed there was more to him than just chaos and dominance.

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The next day arrived quickly, and as you prepared for your shift, anticipation bubbled within

you. The thought of spending time with Mark outside the café was both thrilling and anxiety-inducing. Would he let his guard down? Would you learn more about the man behind the mask of Invincible?

As the afternoon sun cast warm rays through the café windows, you kept an eye on the door, waiting for him to arrive. When the bell jingled, your heart raced at the sight of Mark walking in, his presence filling the space as he moved toward you.

“Ready to go?” he asked, a hint of impatience in his tone.

“Yeah, just let me grab my things,” you replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you finished tidying up.

You quickly completed your tasks, excitement thrumming through your veins as you joined him by the door. “So, what’s the plan?” you asked as you stepped outside, the fresh air invigorating.

“I thought we could just walk around, maybe grab some food later,” he replied, his demeanor surprisingly casual. “I haven’t had a chance to just relax in a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said, matching his stride as you walked side by side.

The park was a stark contrast to the chaos of the city, the trees swaying gently in the breeze and the laughter of children echoing in the distance. It felt refreshing to be outside, away from the weight of the world for just a little while. The sunlight filtering through the leaves created a patchwork of light and shadow on the ground, a perfect metaphor for the complexities of the world you both inhabited.

As you walked, you couldn’t help but glance at him, the way the sunlight caught his features, highlighting the complexities of his expression. For all the darkness that surrounded him, there was something captivating about him that drew you in.

“So, do you always hang out with lowly humans?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. “I’m not used to it. It’s different.”

“Different how?” you prodded, genuinely curious.

He paused, looking out over the park as if contemplating his answer. “Most people only see me as Invincible. They don’t see the person behind it. They’re either afraid or they want something from me.”

“And you think I want something from you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly? I’m not sure what to think,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “You’re not like the others. You don’t seem to care about my reputation.”

“Reputation doesn’t matter if it means losing sight of who you really are,” you said, your voice steady. “You’re still Mark, no matter what.”

He glanced at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “You really think that?”

“Of course. We all have our layers,” you replied. “Just because you’re powerful doesn’t mean you have to lose your humanity.”

Mark nodded slowly, a flicker of understanding passing through his eyes. “Maybe I should start believing that.”

The conversation flowed easily as you walked, the barriers between you slowly beginning to dissolve. With each laugh shared and each story told, you felt the bond between you grow stronger. It was refreshing to see him outside of his usual context, away from the chaos he thrived in. Yet, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky, a sense of unease settled in your stomach. You could sense the shadows lurking just beneath the surface, the darkness that was part of his nature. You were both aware that the world was not kind to people like Mark, and while you were intrigued, you couldn’t ignore the danger he represented.

“Hey, do you ever think about what it would be like to just… not be Invincible?” you asked, glancing sideways at him.

He paused, considering your question. “Sometimes. But it’s hard to imagine.”

“You could carve out a new path if you wanted,” you suggested. “You don’t have to be defined by what everyone else thinks of you.”

Mark’s expression turned serious. “I thrive on fear, and it’s hard to let go of what works.”

“Maybe it’s time to try something new,” you replied, your tone encouraging. “Fear may work for now, but it won’t last forever. People will turn on you.”

He scoffed, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I’m not afraid of losing their fear. I’ve built my life around it.”

“Maybe you should start building it around something else,” you said softly. “Something real.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park, you both fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. For Mark, the discussion felt like an exploration of possibilities he hadn’t allowed himself to consider.

Eventually, the chill of evening settled in, and you realized it was time to head back. “I should get back to the café,” you said reluctantly. “My shift starts soon.”

“Right. Guess we both have responsibilities,” he replied, the hint of disappointment in his voice.

As you walked back, the atmosphere felt charged with unspoken words and emotions that were starting to bubble to the surface. There was a part of you that longed to reach out and bridge the gap between you, to see if you could truly understand the man behind the façade of Invincible.

When you reached the café, you turned to him, feeling a sense of urgency to say something before you went inside. “Mark, I know you’re not just Invincible. I see you, and I want you to know that you don’t have to be defined by that.”

He looked at you, the conflict evident in his eyes. “You have no idea what it’s like to carry this weight.”

“Maybe not, but I want to help you with it,” you said, your voice steady. “You don’t have to navigate this alone.”

As you stepped back into the café, you caught a glimpse of his expression—a mix of longing and frustration that seemed to flicker just beneath the surface. It was a look that hinted at emotions he wasn’t ready to confront, but you could see the struggle written all over his face.

“Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Definitely,” you replied, your heart racing at the prospect of your next meeting.

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You can also find this fix on Ao3

[nimbus-bugs]

“Just know that I lost my daughter once, and I will not lose her again. So if I do, I will go on a warpath the likes of which no man, woman, or huevo has ever seen. Do you understand that?”

Mariana blinks in surprise, then leans back more and takes his hands off of Charlie. He finds, strangely, that he misses the warmth. “Yo entiendo.”

Burn You to Ash - Chapter 3 by @widowofshor

[sequinsandfins]

winter warmers day 15: roleplay | Carlos/Oscar | rated e | 626 words

Oscar is slightly nervous when he knocks on the office door of his Spanish Professor.

“¡Entrar!”

Oscar opens the door and feels his heart rate begin to pick up. Professor Sainz isn’t behind his desk like Oscar expected, instead he’s leaning against the front of it, a heavy book open in his hands. He’s standing right in front of the chair Oscar is expected to sit down in.

“Sorry, er, Lo siento,” Oscar says in a terrible accent.

“Mr Piastri,” Carlos Professor Sainz says and motions for Oscar to sit in the seat right in front of him.

Oscar inhales deeply as he slides into the seat, the Professor is barely half a metre away from him, and Oscar has a direct line of sight to the shape of his dick, outlined by the fabric of his pants.

“Sorry, I uh, I think I might have failed my last test? You sent me a message to come see you about it?”

Oscar tries to keep his thoughts on what he’s supposed to be saying, and not the fact that his mouth is starting to water with the idea of getting Carlos inside.

“Mmm yes, I remember. I’m sorry, I think I may have some bad news.” Carlos shuts the book and straightens up, his dick now closer to Oscar’s face. Oscar tries to maintain eye contact but his hands twitch, wanting to touch.

“I don’t think you’re going to pass my class Mr Piastri.” Carlos is watching him closely and Oscar isn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking. He instead gasps in shock.

“No, please. I need to pass this class, I’ll do anything, please just tell me what I can do?” Oscar lets his eyes flick down to the now noticeable bulge Carlos is sporting and then back to meet Carlos’ gaze. He smirks.

“Anything?” Carlos takes a step closer to Oscar, he maintains eye contact.

“Anything, sir,” Oscar says, breathy as he leans forward and lets his nose brush against Carlos’ cock.

“Mierda, Oscar…”

“Yes sir?” Oscar’s not going to be the one who offers, he wants Carlos to beg.

“Por favor…”

“You want me to touch you?”

“Your mouth,” Carlos cards one of his hands through Oscar’s hair, ruffling it up.

“And then you’ll change my grade? I’ll pass the class?” Oscar says, mouthing the words against Carlos’ trapped cock.

“Sí, I’ll say you passed an oral exam instead.” Carlos says and Oscar snorts, even as his hands have moved to free Carlos from the tight confines of his pants and underwear.

Oscar doesn’t wait any longer, he’s quick to get Carlos out and sucks the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Carlos groans as he thrusts into Oscar’s mouth slightly. Oscar can feel himself getting hard. Carlos moans as Oscar flicks his tongue around the tip before he swallows as much as he can, lips sealing around the thick cock.

“Fuck, Oscar, I…” Carlos hauls Oscar up and kisses him. Carlos’s hands find their way to Oscar’s own erection and Oscar gasps into his mouth as Carlos squeezes him gently.

“You don’t want my mouth?” Oscar asks between kisses.

“No cariño, I want to fuck you.”

Oscar wants that too but.

“Carlos?” He says pulling back.

“Sí?”

“As much as I love this little, hot for teacher idea, I really want to ride you, in our bed.”

Carlos groans and pulls Oscar in for a kiss, “Sí mi amor,” he’s happy to abandon this little role play, almost, “But why don’t you show me just how desperately you want a passing grade?”

Oscar rolls his eyes but drags Carlos towards their bedroom, he’ll show him.

Carlos ends up rewarding Oscar some extra credit, for the effort he puts in.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

After sandwiches, Nancy turns to El. “Could you look for Barb again?”

El sets her mouth and nods. She glances at Steve, who also nods and moves to set up the living room again.

Eddie follows him in and picks up the blindfold. Steve doesn’t try to hide his smirk. “You’ve got questions, I’m guessing?”

Eddie shrugs, leans against the couch. Watches the fabric as he pulls it through his fingers. Right hand, left hand. Right, left. “Mostly thinking I was wrong about you. Even more than I initially thought.”

Steve smiles. “We never got to have this conversation in the future, but I do know what your bandana means.” He stops for a second, watches Eddie’s hands. Right, left. “I’m offering… not an olive branch, per se, but…”

“An invitation?” Right, left.

“Exactly.” He shrugs. “If there’s anything you want to know…” he trails off, lets it hang in the air.

Eddie smiles. “Just one thing.” He holds it up in his left hand. “Who d’you use it on?”

Steve grins and turns away, looking for the remote. “Myself.” His smile falls. “Or- I did. You heard about the Russians, right?”

Eddie steps up beside him. Offers him the blindfold. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

Steve shrugs. “I’d say if I could go back in time, but…” he gestures around with a grin, letting it widen when Eddie chuckles. “Turns out going back in time does nothing for the memories I already have.”

Eddie frowns. “Kinda fucked up, isn’t it? Your body reverted back to its sixteen-year-old self, but your brain is still twenty.”

“I mean, imagine me coming to school one day looking like this, and the next I come in with scars, looking half a decade older. People would talk.”

Eddie hums. “You’re probably right. Still, it can’t be easy, having those mental reminders with none of the physical.”

Steve grins at him. “Did you miss the part where I don’t have concussions?”

Eddie snorts. “Fair enough. Still, I bet the scars looked badass.”

“Very metal,” Steve agrees. “Y’know, if you’d survived? We woulda had matching scars.” He trails a hand down his side. “The bats ripped us both open. Woulda gotten me if you, Robin and Nance hadn’t gotten there when you did. You took on a bat with nothing but an oar from a rowboat.” He turns to look at Eddie. “You told me once, how you’re a coward. How you run.” He shakes his head, looks away. “You didn’t. Not when it mattered. And you won’t this time.”

“Maybe this time we’ll have matching not-scars,” Eddie says, then points at Steve. “And no concussions.”

“And no concussions,” Steve parrots, laughing. “If we have to deal with the Russians again, though? I’m definitely doing something different.”

“We,” Eddie murmurs, shrugging when Steve looks at him. “We’ll do something different. You think any of these kids are gonna leave you alone after this? You think Eleven will leave you alone?”

“I hope not,” Steve answers honestly. “And you? You’re staying?”

Eddie shrugs again. “You said I didn’t run when it mattered. Who’s to say this doesn’t matter just as much? I’m not running.”

Steve smiles softly at him. “You’re a good man, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie levels him with a look. “I sell weed, Steve.”

Steve snorts. “I’m well aware, dude, I’ve bought from you before. If all goes well, I’m planning on buying another.”

Eddie laughs. “Hell, man, if it all goes well, I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

Steve winks. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says, then leaves Eddie to process while he goes to get El.

Of course wherever El goes, Mike’s not far behind, which means he, Dustin and Lucas follow, and of course Nancy follows, and since everyone else is already in there, Jonathan and Robin follow too, so they all end up crammed in the living room again, with bated breaths and tightly-held hands, as El settles in front of the TV and puts the blindfold on.

Finally, she speaks. “I see her. She is alive.”

Nancy slumps into the couch and lets out a breath.

Then El speaks again. “She does not have very long.”

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[yourfavouritefighter]

been m.i.a for a while so have the goobers

[rhearoyces]

AND THOUGH I BURN — ALICENT HIGHTOWER X DAENA ROYCE

VERDIGRIS: the bright blue-green patena formed on copper, brass, and bronze by atmospheric oxidation

[theicarusconstellation]

chapter two of my jegulus icarus x apollo au is here <3

snippet:

It is a strange mix, that of blood, tears, vomit, and ocean. A cruel, malicious potion of disease.

[samsblades]

makes me lightly sick to the stomach (with irrational insecurity) that writing for ruby is only popular now and that so few people like my older ruby fics :P (also don't have any samruby which is the most popular i think)

[svtskneecaps]

my personal pipe dream is that one monday the egg statistics drop and flippa (and maybe tilin) are just there. at the end. with one heart, and one gray checkmark.

what i imagine is the server flips their shit. alive!!! alive!!! but they log in and they don't see the eggs. instead they get a message. i do not care who it's from or how it's delivered. they're told the eggs are being held captive somewhere, but they're alive. all that's left is to find them, before sunday at midnight pst. bc if their tasks aren't done, they die (one checkmark, one quest set. once rescued they become triple check like the other eggs)

slimeriana come CRASHING back into the server, they don't know jack shit, ESPECIALLY mariana who doesn't recognize 90% of the island anymore but holy fuck, flippa is alive somewhere and they have to find her. and maybe mariana's still in the old server days mindset of raising his kid alone but slime's slowly been indoctrinated into "it takes a village" and honestly the absolute second mariana logs on, someone's gonna be in chat already like HEY MARIANA CAN I TALK TO YOU? be it baghera or cellbit or forever or bad or I DON'T KNOW, COULD GENUINELY BE ANYONE LMAO but like mystery and eggs in danger is chumming the water for this server

which is great bc A) mariana has a concrete goal for logging into the server (finding his daughter) and B) he would be interacting with the rest of the server along the way, because he's not going to be doing this alone (he wouldn't even be allowed lmfao the rest of the server would be at his doorstep asking to help him in like 15 seconds flat) which means C) he might get reasons to log in extending outside flippa and slime. bingooooo

i call this a pipe dream bc i can poke so many holes in this even rn (does cc!mariana want flippa back, like fr? i'm not up to date) but can you IMAGINE. LIKE DAMN. i'm putting this idea into the public domain fr go nuts with it.

[foundnthestars]

HELLO BELOVED MUTUAL SKY 👋👋👋 I don't rlly have anything to talk about I just wanted to remind u that you're the best. Don't burn yourself out on writing 🫵 drink water and stuff !!!

oh, man, copper you’re the best seriously!! thank you so much for this, i think i needed to hear it 😭😭

but honestly don’t worry about me, if anything’s burning me out it’s making coffee 40 hours a week for boomers. writing and thinking about writing makes me feel sane.

i will be drinking more water though. that i DEFINITELY needed the reminder for 🫡