#i live in confusion and i will die in confusion it seems

[ducky-women]

Bargaining

(Alexia Putellas x Child!R)

Summary: Alexia makes a shocking discovery and Sunny's first treatments

TW: child sickness mentioned

Masterlist

....

Alexia sighs as she, her sister and her daughter enter her house, they just came after getting a fourth opinion about your situation and the news were not good, this oncologist had the same opinion as the previous three, you had no other option than to get treatment and hope that it would win out the cancer

“Alba are you staying for lunch?” Alexia asks her younger sister while closing the door to the house while planning what she could do to eat from what she remembers to be on the cupboard

“Olga?” her sister’s voice and tone makes her turn around to see her girlfriend and some of her friends with a lot of bags in their arms looking like children that just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, freezing mid-step

“Amor what’s this?” she wishes her voice would sound stronger than how it came out, it did soft, weak and above all confused, her brain was going overdrive in trying to figure out what they just walked into, better yet what they interrupted

“Alexia you said you’d come back in 5 hours” Olga’s nervous voice echoed through the deathly silence in the room, Alexia looks at the bags and then looks at her girlfriend trying to piece together what was happening, she had an idea but she wished that it wasn’t what she was thinking

“The appointment ended sooner than I had thought it would, now tell me what the hell is going on” she steals her voice better 

“Alexia let’s not do this please” Olga begs, her voice soft and pleading, looking at her with sad eyes and somehow looking smaller than she was

“Alba take sunny to her bedroom please” she tells her sister, passing her asleep daughter to her, Alba does as asked with nervous eyes darting across the sides that had formed in the living room, Alexia does not speak until she hears the sound of her daughter's bedroom door indicating that it is closed

“Olga explain” her voice finally comes out strong and confident and while her eyes soften a little when she watches her girlfriend’s slouched pose she remains firm in her questioning

“I’m leaving Alexia” Olga says softly and nervous while starting to fidget with her hands while her friends look elsewhere trying to make themselves invisible not wanting to get caught up in whatever was about to happen

“What” Alexia’s voice cuts through the deafening silence, she swears she felt her heart stop a little before it started to go crazy 

“I…I can’t stay” Olga stammers and even if she looks ashamed of herself by her own confession she seems confident enough to want to go through it 

“What the hell are you talking about? Why?” Alexia is in disbelief, just a week ago they had received the news that their daughter didn’t have much time left to live and now Olga wants to leave

“I can’t do this Alexia” Olga pleads with her eyes watering a little, this seems to be breaking her as much as it’s breaking Alexia

“Okay, let's say you go through that door, what am I supposed to say to OUR daughter huh, how can you just leave, you carried her in your body, she grew up in your womb, how can you even think of leaving” Alexia expresses while trying to keep her anger at bay, she doesn’t want you to hear of what was about to happen

“BECAUSE I CAN’T WATCH HER DIE ALEXIA, THAT’S WHY” Olga’s resolve breaks and she starts shouting while her tears start to drop “she grew inside my body Ale…I felt her grow…I felt her kick for the first time” Olga says while pointing to herself with her hand “and that’s exactly why I’m leaving…I’m sorry if this is disappoint to you but…I just can’t watch her slip away while I have to stand by and do nothing” both of them were actively crying and Olga’s hands were even trembling while she holds her stomach 

"She's not dying" Alexia says with conviction trying to convince her to stay and fight with them

“Ale if I don’t leave…this is going to kill me too” Olga says while whipping her tears away, she tears her eyes away from Alexia and takes the handle of her suitcase and starts to walk towards the door, her friends follow silently behind her, the only thing between her and the door was Alexia

“You think this is easy for me” Alexia says trying with all her might to not shout, shouting wasn’t going to get her anywhere “she’s as much as my daughter as she is yours, you don’t think I also want to run far away and never look back?” she voices her intrusive thoughts that haven’t let her sleep for the past week “but then I look at her and she smiles at me and I know that I can’t because maybe she is going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it, but she is also going to have me by her side, she will die knowing that she is loved, that her mami didn’t just give up on her” Alexia whispers 

“We both know that you have always been stronger than me” Olga whispers back while whipping her tears away “I just…I don’t want to watch her waste away Ale, I wouldn’t be able to stand it”

“What do I say to Sunny when she asks about where her mama is” Alexia whispers and she feels her hands tremble so she opts to shove them into her sweats pockets, this was breaking her heart but she also knows that she can’t force Olga to stay

“I wrote a letter, so if you can read it to her please” Olga says while passing the paper to Alexia and she accepts it with trembling hands while she steps aside and locks her gaze into the ground “I’m really sorry Ale” Olga whispers before she walks towards the door

Alexia goes kind of numb, she stands there for what could've been seconds or even minutes, she doesn’t even register the door closing that signals that her girlfriend left permanently, she just stands there, but then she snaps out of it as she remembers you, her beautiful daughter, her baby that doesn’t understands what’s happening no matter how many times Alexia has tried to explain it

But she knows one thing, and it is that she can’t crumble now, she will need to be strong for herself and for you, she will be strong for you, she has to

The walk towards your bedroom feels endless until she’s face to face with your door, she sucks in a breath, steals herself and turns the handle to open the door

“Ale, I’m sorry” Alba says while she stands up from your bed and goes towards her but Alexia ignores her and goes towards you, you who are asleep, blissfully unaware that your mama had just left and that Alexia is your only parent from now on until you draw your last breath 

She gets in the bed and gathers you close towards her body, cradling you as if you were a newborn

“Everything is going to be okay Sunny” Alexia whispers “You will always have me, I promise” she kisses your head before closing her eyes and simply enjoy the moment while she still can, because she doesn’t know when she will no longer be able to hold you

....

“Mami will it hurt?” Alexia looks down towards her daughter who was looking up at her with curious eyes, Alexia has to try and not let the lump in her throat change her voice

“Maybe in the beginning, but only a little” She says in the best voice she can manage giving the circumstances while trying to give her daughter the best smile she can muster

“Okay” her daughter accepts her answer and goes back into cuddling her while they wait for her name to be called “I be brave like you” she has to bite back the tears that want to spill from her eyes so she just hugs her daughter tighter while praying that everything is alright and goes as planned

“Putellas” A nurse calls out a little later while walking towards the waiting room with a clipboard and a friendly smile

“That’s us sunny” Alexia whispers while letting her daughter down first and then getting up herself, she can feel a little hand immediately hatching towards hers and she only holds it tighter while they walk towards the nurse

“Come with me” Alexia and Sunny walk the halls towards the room that they’ll be seeing for a long time, the room is painted in a soft blue colour while having drawings of animals all over the walls, there are also the numerous chairs designed for the treatment and Alexia can see a lot of them being already occupied by other children with their parents while some others have privacy curtains drawn around them

Alexia can see her future right into that room, tired parents fighting along their child, the child suffering from the effects of the treatment and a lump forces its way into her throat

They are directed towards a free chair and told to leave her things into the side table while the nurse prepares the necessities

“Here is a gown for her to change into for the treatment” the nurse tells Alexia while giving her the gown so Alexia puts it on the chair “over there is changing room or I can draw the privacy curtains” Alexia nods to the latter option so the nurse does “I will just go and gather some stuff” when the nurse goes out Alexia looks at her daughter who is touching the fabric of the gown

“It has Bluey mami” Her daughter looks so excited about that and she can only force a smile

“They must have known you like her very much” Alexia says softly while caressing her daughters face “Come on let’s get you into it” it seems that the gown swallows her daughter whole “I love you sunny” it slips from her lips before she can stop it and her daughters just looks at her and cooks her head to the side with a smile

“Love you too mami” she feels her daughters arms curl around her legs while looking up at her with a toothy smile and she finds herself caressing her face softly

“Ok we are ready it seems” the nurse enters again with a box full of supplies that she leaves at a table while another nurse wheels in some equipment “Okay so mami can lie down and you little miss can lay with her” they do and Alexia positions her daughter how she was explained for the access

“Okay honey you’ll feel a light pinch and that’s it alright” Sunny nods towards the nurse “You can hold mami’s hand” Alexia makes sure her daughter does and then she feels the grip becoming tighter, she doesn’t say anything she just holds tighter until the nurse says so “Ok, the treatment is in, nothing should be going wrong, I’ll be back later in some time to check up on you” the nurse smiles at them before going out

“How are you feeling Sunny” Alexia asks her daughter some time later while caressing her back stopping just before she feels the gauze surrounding the place where the IV took place

“It feels weird mami” Alexia frowns at her daughters tired voice

“It doesn’t hurt right?” Alexia asks worried pulling a more comfortable position for her daughter to be in while being careful of the tubes around her body

“No mami, I tired” Sunny says while yawning

“It’s ok baby, you can sleep, I’ll be here the whole time” Alexia kisses Sunny’s head while her daughter just nods tired on her chest

Alexia doesn’t even know how to feel, she’s just incredibly overwhelmed right now but she’s sure of one thing, she’ll pass trough every treatment, every doctor’s visit just for her daughter to be alright, she just prays this works, it has to work

….

“Mami” Alexia turns around at the call and feels her heart plummet to her feet, in the kitchen’s doorway is her daughter who is holding some hair strands in her hand with a frown appearing on her face while confusion swims in her eyes

“Hey baby” she makes sure to keep her voice soft while kneeling in front of her kid, her kid who is already suffering collateral damage from her illness “we talked about this honey remember?” she makes sure to keep her voice soft while caressing her daughters face with a soft hand “Remember that doctor Garcia said that your hair may start falling out from the treatment”

“Can we cut it all away?” after a few seconds of silence Sunny finally whispers those words and Alexia feels sick

“We can baby” despite the pain soaring trough her heart she still smiles at her daughter, she doesn’t know why this is being so hard, she knew that her kid was going to start losing hair and that they would have to cut it at some point, it’s just, she wasn’t really ready for it to happen “Come on” she takes her daughters hand and they both walk towards the bathroom

There Alexia uses a stool and makes her daughter sit on it while grabbing a towel wrapping it around her daughter’s frame, she reaches towards the sink and grabs some scissors and the shaving machine that her sister bought some years ago

“Okay are we ready” she makes sure to keep her voice steady and not let her emotions out in the open, she watches as her daughter takes a deep breath while closing her eyes

“Ready mami” still her daughter keeps her eyes closed and Alexia can’t tell her to open them so she just grabs the scissors and with a steady hand she makes a ponytail with her hand while the other cuts it away

Strands of brown hair fall down to the ground just as her heart is breaking just some more, she takes a deep breath before turning the shaving machine on, and after a deep breath she brings the machine towards her daughter’s head and slowly and carefully starts shaving her hair away

With every place that starts going hairless Alexia feels her heart shatter more and more while tears slowly escape her eyes and form silent rivers of pain down her cheeks

“Ok Sunny, it’s all done” she says after a while having finished off for some time but still needing a couple of minutes pulling herself together

Slowly Sunny starts opening her eyes and when she finally does she takes a couple of seconds to examine her new look and then she looks towards the floor where her hair lays, tears start to build up in her eyes and her bottom lip starts to tremble at the sigh, she loved her hair, she was always up for trying new hairstyles but now it was all gone

“It’s okay baby” Alexia whispers softly while getting closer and hugging her daughter from behind “You still look perfect in my eyes” she says it with conviction

“Really mami?” Sunny asks with a trembling voice while one of her hands slowly creeps up towards her hair but falters just as she’s about to touch it

“Really baby, hair or no hair, you’re still perfect” Alexia uses one of her hands to slowly guide Sunny’s hand through her new hairstyle

“Feels weird” Sunny laughs a little when the little spikes of hair tickle her hand

“Yeah it does” Alexia laughs too and after thinking it for a while she makes a choice “you know what sunny, your hairstyle is so beautiful that I want it too” Sunny looks at her shocked but Alexia has made her mind up, she would shave her head too “Would you help me?” she asks with a grin

“Yes mami”

Slowly Alexia gets Sunny up while taking a seat across the stool and then sitting Sunny on her lap, she gives Sunny the machine and grabs her hand in hers, she starts the machine and then brings both of their arms towards her hair and they slowly start to get rid of her hair too

After a little while they finish and now both of them had buzzcuts on their heads, strands of blonde now accompany the brown strands on the bathroom floor

“See, how do I look?” Alexia asks after they finish

“Still beautiful mami” Sunny says while passing her hand on Alexia’s head

“See, now we’re both perfect”

....

Author's note: A little bit longer than usual, hope you enjoyed it and stay tuned for more

[camdunez]

So Fine | d. avanzini

Songs Playing: So Fine — Mint Condition | Won’t U Come Back — H-Town | Come And Talk To Me — Jodeci

paring: daniela avanzini x gn!reader summary: you disrupt pokimane’s livestream with katseye and d4vd. you quickly make friends with them all.. but one just can’t seem to take their eyes off of you. and the chat can’t seem to stop talking about it. genre: fluff(an attempt at it) warnings/tags: yn’s in a group (think of jodeci, h-town and mint condition), lara and manon are little fangirls in this, mild cursing, yn's d4vd's bestie!, dani's a bit of a flirt too. a/n: i've been just writing random shit ngl. and i feel like the rockstar au gets done a lot (i literally have a oneshot in my drafts lol). so why not change it up? instead of being a rockstar, you will be apart of a good ass r&b group! (i might make a smau story inspired by this soon idk. depends on if you guys like this or not).

the livestream had since started, the girls of katseye sat at the table— eating various foods and talking with pokimane, who sat in the center with d4vd seated behind her. poki just gifted the girls their own van cleef bracelets not too long ago (and she gifted d4vd some chrome heart frames too).

a short knock interrupts their current conversation, causing poki to perk up in confusion. “I shouldn’t be having any more guests today..” she says before getting up, fixing her dress before excusing herself to her front door.

manon glances over at the chat with a confused look of her own. “chat?.. is this a surprise or what? is beyonce stopping by?” she asked with a soft chuckle. “I’d actually die if she came up here omg..”

daniela furrows her eyebrows before shaking her head. “you’re so delusional, manz.”

but before manon could fire back with a response of her own, a voice could be heard from the doorway.

“I know I’m supposed to be coming with the group next week, but I heard david’s here so I had to slide through!”

a tall figure walks into frame, holding poki’s hand as she leads them closer to the group. d4vd jumps up from his seat to give them a hug, greeting them with a smile.

“YN?!?” manon damn near screamed her lungs out before covering her mouth, making lara glance behind her. “holy shit, yn!? i’m like a HUGE fan, oh my gosh!” lara said, making yn smile. “wait, wait, hold on!” poki waved her hand toward the webcam, already laughing. “chat, I told y’all this was a chill lil dinner—why are celebrities just appearing at my house???”

user101: YOOO IS THAT YN??? mintconditioned: this stream just went from cute to HISTORIC??? katseyeforlife: LARA’S FANGIRLING OMGGGG glizzyprophet: not yn showing up looking like they just stepped out a 90s music video 🔥 dani_sinn3r: daniela don’t look too hard girl 😏

yn laughed as they made their way around the table, hugging lara and manon tightly. “I saw y’all were live and I couldn’t resist. plus, I missed david’s face.”

“missed me?!” d4vd feigned offense. “you literally sent me a 12-minute voice note yesterday.”

“and?” yn shrugged, taking an empty seat next to daniela. “don’t act like you didn’t listen to it three times.”

daniela, who had been silent up to this point, leaned forward slightly with a teasing smile. “so you just show up unannounced now?.. you do that for everyone or just people you wanna impress?”

the chat exploded.

slowburner98: OHHHHHHHHH DANIELAAAA I SEE YOU glassheart88: she locked in so fast LMAOOOO larz4life: I see the vision. I SUPPORT THE VISION. wntrbaby: poki blink twice if we’re third-wheeling

yn raised their brows at daniela, smiling wide. “depends... am I impressing you?”

daniela scoffed, but she couldn’t hide the grin that crept up her face. “you might be... maybe.. chat, don’t gas them too hard, please.”

manon dramatically pretended to faint in the corner while lara squealed under her breath.

sophia chuckles before handing yn a plate with various foods she picked out for them. "i'm surprised david didn't properly introduce you to us yet.."

the camera angle had widened just enough to catch everyone now: poki in the middle, with megan and yoonchae on her left, lara and sophia across from them, daniela beside sophia, and yn seated comfortably between daniela and d4vd — like they’d always been part of the group.

plates clinked softly as they passed sides around: some bibimbap poki ordered, a stack of wings, random trader joe’s snacks. manon was still giddy, sneaking glances at yn like she couldn’t believe they were real.

“so wait,” poki said, mouth half-full, “yn, your group’s album drops soon, right? you’re in, like, a full-on R&B Voltron group?”

YN grinned. “yeah, yeah — it’s been a long time coming. we’re trying to bring that real soul back, you know? like, live instrumentation, stacked harmonies, lyrics that hurt a little…”

“‘lyrics that hurt a little’ is CRAZY,” sophia mumbled, blinking. “what the hell.”

“oh my god—” Megan snorted. “I already know I'm gonna cry over track 3.”

pillowprincess23: SOPHIA LOOKED SO GONE WHEN YN SAID THAT 😭 katslayed: megan literally said “this album is gonna ruin me” in 3 words 2onyourtemple: YN SAID SOUL MUSIC IS BACK!!! WE WON. starlover420: daniela has not blinked since yn started talking i’m screaming

daniela was indeed watching yn closely, elbow propped on the table, fork dangling from her fingers. her usual coolness hadn’t cracked — not exactly — but something had shifted. her gaze was soft. curious. a little too focused.

manon clocked it and smirked behind her drink.

“okay but what’s the concept?” lara asked. “is it, like, throwback vibes or more futuristic vibes?”

“we’re blending it,” yn replied. “think: toni!tony!tone meets sade.”

“whew.” yoonchae blinked slowly. “that sentence just changed my brain chemistry.”

daniela finally spoke again, voice calm but eyes a little sharp. “and you write your own stuff?”

“most of it... david helps sometimes,” yn said, nudging d4vd, “but yeah — we write, produce, even do some of the mixing. It’s gotta feel like us.”

slaytotheleft: daniela’s voice dropped 2 octaves to ask if yn writes their own stuff 😭 vintagegrooves: “it’s gotta feel like us” ??? I’M NOT BREATHING ynforpresident: poki ask if they're single!!!! DO IT FOR SCIENCE!!!!

poki laughed as she read the chat in real-time. “okay, first of all—chat, y’all are OUT OF CONTROL. second of all… you really doing the whole thing independently? that’s wild.”

“it’s hard,” yn admitted. “but it means we get to protect the sound, you know? No compromises.”

daniela murmured, “that’s rare…”

the table went quiet for a second. the kind of quiet that happens when everyone feels the energy shift but no one wants to say it out loud.

manon, sensing it, kicked lara under the table and whispered, “this is like watching a slow burn live.”

lara mouthed, “I KNOW.”

sophia leaned forward suddenly. “okay but can we hear a snippet or nah? just a crumb??”

yn chuckled. “I got a voice memo of the demo, but I’d have to mute y’all.”

souldropz: DEMO??? CRUMB??? FEED USSSSS bitcrushedbeauty: poki let them play it on aux I BEG danislittleliar: look at daniela’s face rn. she’s already heard it i bet

poki leaned toward the camera. “alright, chat — I’m muting for like thirty seconds. don’t freak out. blame sophia.”

sophia grinned. “you’re welcome.”

peachmood: SHUT UP EVERYONE THE DROP IS COMING gr00veslut: not poki muting the mic like it’s state secrets 😭 daniluvver: watch daniela start levitating

with a few quick clicks, poki muted the stream audio. the faint hum of conversation vanished. all the viewers could see now was movement: the group leaning in, heads bobbing, eyes widening as the song started playing from yn’s phone.

and then the camera caught it.

daniela’s jaw slackened slightly. her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, like she hadn’t meant to react that way — like the song hit somewhere deeper than expected. the grainy, romantic chords. the slow, climbing harmony. the kind of track that aches.

her fingers tapped the table. a subtle rhythm. instinctive.

then she looked over.

and yn, already watching her, didn’t look away.

the air between them shifted — heavy, charged, alive.

daniela held their gaze. she didn’t blink, yet a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth once she saw yn check her out.

across the table, megan noticed first. her brows shot up. lara’s eyes widened next. even d4vd gave a little side-smirk like, ahh, I see what’s happening here.

c00lwaterg0d: y’all. y’all. DANIELA. soulsync: THE WAY SHE LOOKED AT YN????? slowednsexy: why do I feel like I’m watching a music video with no sound rn 😭😭😭 manonbackup: poki unmute right now or I’m passing out ynsfanclubreal: I KNOW THEY WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT HER

when the demo ended, YN pressed their phone to stop playback and smiled shyly at the table.

still muted.

daniela turned her face away for a second, hiding the small laugh that slipped out. her cheeks were pink.

sophia fanned herself dramatically. megan clapped once and just said, “yeah. y’all are in trouble.”

poki unmuted the mic.

“…aaaand we’re back!” she said, already laughing. “chat, I’m sorry, but that was sacred. we had to keep it locked down.”

k4tseyekrazy: NOOOOOOOO WE MISSED IT mintyrnb: the way everyone’s faces changed tho… I’m SICK eyesonlyforher: i need the name of that track IMMEDIATELY slowglances: daniela was looking at yn like they’re her favorite song notsoinnocent: the way they locked eyes?? it’s over for us. it’s THEM now.

“okay,” manon said, clearly overwhelmed, “you can’t just drop something like that and not tell us what it’s called.”

yn glanced at daniela, then back to the table. “it’s called So Fine. it's out yet.”

daniela murmured, “should be.”

the stream soon came to an end.

phones were plugged into chargers, wings were reduced to bones, and poki had half-fallen asleep on her own couch with yoonchae tossing a blanket over her. the air still held a buzz — the kind that lingers after something unexpectedly magical.

yn stood in the foyer, d4vd hovering nearby while manon and lara pulled them into a final photo. lara grinned as she typed her number into yn's phone, handing it off to manon, who was already saving hers as MANZ 🔥 (don’t ghost me).

“you better text,” manon warned, eyes playful. “I will literally write a sad song about being ignored.”

yn laughed. “you think I wouldn’t stream that and cry to it? please.”

they hugged, light and warm, and then manon drifted off to chase sophia down the hall with a makeup wipe. lara followed, leaving just d4vd, yn — and her.

daniela had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching the whole thing unfold with that unreadable half-smile of hers. she looked relaxed. maybe even indifferent. but her fingers were tugging lightly at her sleeve, like there was a question trying to work its way up from her wrist to her mouth.

yn turned toward her.

took a step closer.

“daniela, right?”

her name in yn’s voice made her glance up — fast — like she hadn’t expected to be the one they were still thinking about.

a small silence stretched between them.

then she smiled. that slow, smug, quietly dangerous one.

“…just call me dani.”

yn smiled back, just slightly. “alright, dani.”

that smile deepened. “you always show up like that? just crash livestreams and steal the spotlight?”

yn tilted their head. “only when someone’s giving me a reason to.”

dani didn’t answer right away. just held their gaze. her eyes searched yn’s face like she was trying to memorize the way they said her name. and maybe something else.

something slower. something unspoken.

d4vd, still in the room, cleared his throat loud as hell and walked out without a word.

yn huffed out a laugh. “he’s so dramatic.”

“maybe he just sees what’s happening before we do,” dani said, soft but sharp.

another silence.

this one didn’t feel awkward.

it felt like the air was trying not to breathe too loud.

yn took out their phone again, offering it to her. “so… can I add you too? or is this where you pretend you don’t use phones.”

dani plucked the phone from their hand, typing with deliberate care. when she handed it back, her name was saved as:

Dani 🌙

“don’t wait too long to text,” she said, turning on her heel like it was nothing. “I don’t text first either.. just so you know.”

but she glanced back.

just once.

just enough to make yn want her more.

[violet-eng]

🔞 Teen Thanos x teen fem!reader

A/N: This friend had a dream and I got obsessed with it… she wanted me to write it and I did my best.

Summary: Choi Subong, your friend, starts acting weird when he looks at you deadly in the eye during classes. You may think he's developing a crush with your seat friend… But maybe you're wrong.

Mdni

Tw: Last year students, shy, jealous and insecure reader, use of the name Thanos once, reader thinks he's in love with someone else, reader gets jealous because Thanos holds someone's hand, virgin!reader, lost of virginity, clumsy!thanos, but eventually experienced!Subong/Thanos, softdom!thanos, bottom!reader, fingering, p i v, missionary, small biting, small talk. Not edited.

🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🪻🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃

You knew him to the core.

You knew he wanted to become a rapper, you knew he loved hip hop and longed to travel to the United States. You knew every detail of his face, the sharp eyes and the hair that fell on his forehead, the way his fingers vibrate around the pencil when an idea came to his mind for a new verse.

Choi Subong was an innocent soul with sporadic nuances, a maze of spontaneous thoughts embodied in a pretty-faced teenager.

And you... You were a tumult of questions, a swirl of insecurities and tasks. You perceived yourself as so opposite to him, an explicit divergence in your personalities that somehow or other made your friendship work.

You liked him, your affection for him was so deep and innocent that you found yourself hopelessly wrapped up in an idyllic unrequited feeling. You were not his type, it was clear to you, boys like him don't fall in love with girls like you, but rather with girls like your seatmate.

Ah... she sure was cute, as confident as she was witty, as lacking in insecurities, as perfect for him... and that was exactly what made you confused. Because if she was the idealization of his perfect partner model, what was he doing staring at you during the first period break?

Longing, misfortune, inspiration, confusion, fear, insecurity, caution, restraint, pain... his gaze was as indecipherable as he himself was. Sitting at his desk a few steps away from yours, amidst the hustle and bustle of the room, the conversations around you became blurred and the voices more and more distant, because his gaze on you seemed to placate everything around you.

No, he definitely couldn't be looking at you, not in that way that made your heart beg for a chance, for a word or a look that was more intimate, more his and precisely right for you, for both of you. It wasn't you, it was never you, it was her. The certainty was cruel, your mind was determined to forge that truth and live around it: Subong liked your friend (silly).

You were back that day from lunch, chatting with your friends, sitting at your desk while fixing the boards of your skirt, when you saw Subong approaching you. He was going to say something, you were sure.

You said something about the food at lunch, but he said nothing. Sitting across from you, that look again...doubt, pain, longing. His eyes glittered, enthusiastic orbs chained to a torment you didn't know, undecipherable.

The second period bell was the only thing that could cut the tension of the moment, dragging Subong back to his seat.

The end of the second period. On the way home, at the corner, your friend eagerly grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you vigorously as she let out a shout of joy.

“Subong likes you!” she exclaimed with eagerness.

“What weird things you say...” you shook your head.

“He looks at you as if he would die if he spoke to you.”

“He must want to ask me for some favor, maybe he wants to go out with you.”

She snorted, so deep it seemed to move the treetops. “Of course not, for God's sake, he pays more attention to you than to his rhymes.”

You grimaced in disagreement.

“I want fried chicken” she said suddenly grabbing you by the hand and dragging you to the nearest store.

You were drinking soda when the group of guys came in, friends from school, Subong among them. He was petrified when he met your gaze.

Everyone at the table shared small talk, Subong and you a couple of laughs and comments, and maybe the occasional grazing of hands as you tried to grab the sauce for the chicken. Your friend looked at him, then at you. One had to be very foolish not to sense what you both felt but were afraid to confess.

The group left as night was falling, almost everyone walking in the same direction, until an intersection separated the three of you from the rest. The chatter was pleasant, your friend held your hand, Subong walked behind both of you.

“Come Subong, I can't hear you well” she said, dragging him between the two of you, causing him to instinctively grab your hand... just like hers. Subong's fingers were warm, the warmth of his skin wrapped around your palm as his thumb lazily caressed the back of your hand.

It was almost perfect, except that he was also holding your friend's hand... was he also caressing her hand? did he fit better with her than with you? was this some kind of charity?

“I forgot something” you said suddenly ceasing to walk, pulling your hand almost too roughly away from his. The chill of the night running across your skin almost at the instant of separation.

And then, the martyrizing picture, just as you suspected... They looked good together, him taller, his firm hand encircling her delicate digits, almost caging her small limb, so clinging to her.

“I'll go,” your friend said, suspecting the worst, it was as if she read the wave of theories overflowing through your mind.

"No, it's okay. Go ahead without me" you insisted turning around and walking to who knows where.

Moving down the street, you still felt the tingle of his fingers on your skin, the electricity of his ambiguous touch, the sway of his walk and the sound of his voice, the closeness of your deep harmony. You sensed him so intimate, so alien to the rest, but deep down you felt that he would never be yours, not even for you.

So foolish you had been to believe for a moment that Subong felt something for you.

The sudden weight on your shoulder pulled you away from your own trance. You didn't have to turn around to know it was him, his fingertips digging into your clothes, static on your skin, lightly moving your shoulder to make you turn to look at him.

“How long have you been following me?” you asked bluntly. Still turning your back to him.

“As soon as you left I followed you” his hand trailed down your arm to your wrist, “I wasn't going to leave you walking alone, I'm taking you”, he began to guide you down the street.

And again that pleasant sensation that made your heart shrink, his hand covering yours with indelible naturalness. But it hurt, for some reason you couldn't conceive the idea that at least deep down, he held a shred of affection for you.

“I'd rather go alone,” you said, waving your hand, releasing yourself from his grip.

He turned to you, round eyes with surprise, and yet his hand found yours again almost like a magnet.

“Subong, stop it” you exclaimed pushing his insistence away with disdain.

“What's wrong with you?” he gasped, almost as disgusted as you were, his lips in a pout, “you've been acting strange all day.”

“Me?” the expression was as sharp as it was disappointing, "I'm not the one who came over after lunch to stare at someone silently, you talk as if I'm the one who was staring at you during second period. You're the one staring at me like a zombie, you walk up to me without saying anything, and when I think you're going to act normal you hold my hand in a way you don't do to a friend...you make me believe things that aren't there. Being honest, I don't understand you, if you're playing a game tell me because I really don't think I can stand whatever it is you're…”

Words catch in your throat as his lips meet yours, catching the claim in his breath, wrenching away misery and every hint of insecurities with the synchronized movement of your mouths. Soft, yes, his lips were soft as you imagined, deft and cautious, prudence contained in shy assaults of his tongue.

“You talk too much” he said over your lips, careful not to break the kiss as his hands cupped your cheeks.

No one was home, and all the while you two were a pair of off-balance idiots, giggling between kisses trying to get out of each other's clothes. Your foreheads pressed together with your hearts in a frenzy.

The room felt so small, the heat was unsettling as Subong's hands tried to undo your blouse with little proficiency. The anxiety of this dance of desire collapsed Subong's skills, who laughed nervously as he removed the clasp from your skirt.

The fabric rolled down your legs, leaving you in your underwear, the blush creeping up your cheeks, and him, his lips parted as his gaze roamed over you as if you were a dish he was eager to devour, as if you were an unknown world.

Pants off. Now you were on the mattress, Subong on top of you. You didn't dare look at him, you felt ashamed to have to see his….

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” you replied almost too quickly, too confidently compared to his serene, almost shy tone.

He just nodded, cautious, a subtle nod of his head.

He pressed his lips together as if encouraging himself, and grabbed your panties from the corners, sliding his hands over your hips and thighs, he seemed too focused on this, almost doubtful... Is it that he didn't want to? He didn't know how to do it? Subong wasn't a virgin... or was he?

“You know how to do it don't you?” the cautious way you said it had to have been too funny to draw a smile from Subong. His face seemed to light up.

“You think Thanos is a virgin?” he asked as he settled your legs around his hips, the third person mention had stolen a chuckle from you

“We won't be needing this” he said leaning towards you. His hands found your bra clasp with a familiar nature, weathered and trained as he uncovered the valley of your breasts from their captivity .

"I thought..."

“You were just making me nervous, that's all... I didn't want you to be regrets” the words carried so much lust, but his eyes held so much innocence... Or something darker, something you couldn't decode.

“Subong” you caressed his cheek, his name uttered like a desperate oath.

He leaned in vehemently, his lips finding yours, his bare chest against your bare breasts, your erect nipples against his restless throbbing, his member touching your lower belly.

He is cautious in touching you, his fingertips burning on your skin as he roams you as if you would break in his arms, probes beneath the shadow of your breasts and the curve of your waist, dipping low enough to make you shudder beneath him.

His lips descend to your chin, his tongue traces the line of your jaw and designates your neck as his favorite domain, sucking the skin furiously, oblivious to the designs of sanity, feeling you begin to wriggle from the stimulation.

The heat grows between your thighs, and without leaving your neck, Subong's fingers slide between your legs. Almost as if summoned by your growing ecstasy.

Your nails dig into his scarred shoulders, tanned skin beginning to sweat from the warmth of your incessant moans.

His fingers slip through your juices, parting your folds cautiously, drawing moans from your throat. He caresses you gingerly, smooth and sober, as he leaves kisses on your collarbone, descending to your chest, designating a route to the tacit foreplay.

One of his fingers touches your entrance, and you almost gasp as he moves in. Thin, hard, and determined. You moan as you arch your back, Subong's hand for support, between your shoulder blades caressing the sweaty skin, as his mouth sucks at your buttons.

He takes his time inserting his second finger, invading your insides, touching fibers you didn't know could be touched, sending waves of heat between your legs, to your abdomen. The swirl of sensations clouding your vision. His fingers begin to move in rhythm, digging inside you, the wet sound overtaking your moans.

You feel the tingling increase, the warmth of that unfamiliar sensation spreading to your thighs. The sway of his fingers is smooth, gentle and peaceful, he was seeking your own pleasure, not his. He wanted to show how good he could make you feel.

“More” the words roll fluidly across your tongue, as if they were part of your vocabulary. And when Subong's fingers leave you, making you miss that feeling of fullness, you feel something else...

There was no way you could stretch that wide, but his length advancing inside you, centimeter by centimeter, seemed to remove all traces of doubt.

“Subong~” your cry is an amalgam of pleasure and pain, diamonds of tears appearing at the corners of your eyes.

“The first time hurts a little, I know” he whispers against your chest, frowning and anchoring his fingers into your skin as his cock breaks through your velvet walls.

Tight, virginal, fragile and delicate, there was an appendage of guilt in his intrusion as he ripped away your innocence with his passion. He was inside, you could feel him coursing around every corner, the strange texture exploring your womanhood, filling you as far as he could.

A growl from him, as he sunk his face into the crook of your neck, his hand stroking your hair, tangling a lock in his fist as your chin rested on his shoulder. His scent filled your mind with lust, growing ardor of unknown sensations, trapped beneath him, filled with his desire for you.

As he began to move you felt the sky pounce on you, your back sliding across the mattress in a back and forth of deep, soft but deep lunges, as your ear was bathed by his low moans, that husky, dark voice crying out your name.

“You don't know how bad you make me” he said leaving a bite on your neck, his hips pressing against yours, pounding you with the rush of fluids.

"I thought so much of you. In this" a stray caress in your hair, as his crescendoing motion pushed you further and further.

You clung to his back, his shoulder against your nose during his penetrating fluctuation, as he seemed to pull you tighter into a kind of embrace, leaving wet kisses on your cheek.

“I was afraid you wouldn't accept me” a growl after it, a deep one as he felt you tighten on him, “I was afraid I could never have you like this” the pace frantic, relentless.

Your back arches, the heat growing in your abdomen, your nails marking his skin, the scarlet traces of your ebullient stride, of your climb to ecstasy.

Erratic and wild, Subong did not want to let go, clinging to your walls, to that soft spot that pounded incessantly, insisting on hearing you scream his name.

Heat, burning, pressure... the release was as hot as the ascent, the weight wrenched away with a final onslaught as you felt the tangle inside you unravel and your muscles convulse.

Subong stayed in you, deep, as you both moaned, embraced, joined in various ways. One last kiss on your neck before he pulled out of you, the strings of his ecstasy escaping from your insides, wet and warm, as much as the kisses he began to place on your shoulder as he lay next to you, his arm under your head and his breath against your skin. You looked up at the ceiling as your feet tangled together, as your heart slowed.

Those furtive glances continued during breaks, during classes, and intensified when hiding in the music room after school, when Subong would drop his notebook full of verses about you to lift your skirt and corner you against the wall, or when during lunch he would touch your thigh maybe too far above the knee... in any case you didn't stop him because those deep black eyes begging for affection were your damn weakness..

[feefivefoe]

living for sahsrau, I offer crumbs that you can expand upon if you want to (no pressure)

I feel like phainon would see the creator as his escape from the cycle on amphoreus. you are the beginning after all, bro would be obsessed with you and figuring out your powers so you guys can live happily ever after. with all the other heirs obv but you’ll always have snowy at your hip

mydeiiiiii, my booooooyyy. might be the only person who treats you semi normally. kinda like welt where you can have convos with him and he just shoves his feelings for you off to the side. the only way you’ll tell he can feel anything is from how he… scowls at you??? he’s actually so entranced by you, making a mental note of everything you say. while you’re probably thinking the prince of kremnos is abt to punt you to the next star system

mr anaxa is at a bit of a crossroads, you’re a god (more like THE god) from beyond the sky. he’s intrigued by you, itching to learn what makes you tick.

not many thoughts for him because he confuses me :( love if you could expand on these and maybe talk abt aglaea and castorice too <33

Full disclosure I have not done most of the amphoreus quests yet, I just know about the major beats. I also have half the current Chrysos Heirs, so I feel alright answering this.

○○○

There is a thin line between love and hate, and Phainon is using it like a jump rope. He starts the cycle absolutely enamored with you, especially upon your identity being withheld from even them. Only Aglaea seems to know anything about you, and it has her thrown for a loop. So mysterious! You, on the other hand, can't help but feel your blood turn to ice when he's in your vicinity. His presence isn't as strong as Phantilia's was, stretched across the Lufou. But it's the same chill.

As the journey advances, each fallen comrade makes that thread tighten. If you're truly such a special individual, enough to be valued over the Coreflames themselves, shouldn't you have the power to help? Shouldn't you be doing more than just protesting as your shared friends insist you stay in Okhema? You'd let the people who give everything for this planet die before letting your precious fucKING SILKEN SKIN GET-

He wonders if the Destruction would mourn you. If fate had finally given him a gift. If not a way to end his cycle, a way to harm the one responsible for his suffering. Why else would he have been gifted the god of gods, bound to mortal flesh?

He can't imagine Nanook wouldn't mourn you. Who wouldn't? You are perfection, given physical form. The most incredible thing he has ever seen in his many, many lives. You have to die because he can not live without you. Nobody can. He needs you now more than ever, so he must destroy you.

What loyalty does he owe you, after all? The one who tried to help despite their powerlessness refused to rise above, how he did.

○○○

Mydei is much kinder, thankfully. He deems you weak and not worth much notice, at first. But while he isn't fully invested in their mutual quest, he does respect Aglaea and Tribios greatly. Their unending awe and adoration of you causes him to reconsider. As he grows to respect the Trailblazers and Dan Heng, this is further solidified. Everyone in Castum Kremnos was a warrior. But his culture appears to be the outlier in that respect. Some people have roles outside of the battlefield, and contribute there more than they ever would with a sword in their hand.

He does treat you entirely normally. As normal as somebody as blunt as him can, anyways. For the sole reason of that's what you clearly want. For somebody to see you as a person, rather than some divine entity beyond mortal understanding. Well, he isn't technically mortal anymore, is he? He can make the attempt, if nothing else.

Most of the time his expression is blank, but every now and again he just glares at you, like you've insulted his dead mother. When all you did was yawn?

Mydei is upset because he understands it now, damn it. Why those three were willing to fight the city itself if it was decided you would be taken from them. Why they go from allies to foes whenever anybody even hints at taking you near the battlefield.

He thinks he might do the same. You are rather dangerous, actually. He's glad he didn't notice before falling victim to your pull.

○○○

Anaxagoras isn't sure if you entirely contradict his opinion on the gods, or if you enforce it. Because the gods and prophecy are clearly bullshit if there's a being so far beyond them. But if that being exists, then the existence of gods and prophecies is correct?

But you also can't be all bad, because the dromas swarm you to such an extent that they'll deviate from their duties if they catch sight of you. He's even seen them abandon their feeding troughs when you approach. Asinine.

Against his better judgement, for a man that is all judgement, his opinion of you softens rather quickly. If he wants you to use his full name, you will ("What am I gonna do, tell you you're wrong about your name?"). You ask him questions about their world ("If I knew the answer, I wouldn't be asking.").

He's hardly the type to bow and scrape at your feet, assuming you'll assist them in saving their world. But you make working with that woman a bit more bearable. Even more so when he gets the opportunity to keep you by his side, rather than hers. It's rather satisfying to watch her brow twitch, clearly trying to not seem angry in front of you.

○○○

Aglaea hasn't regretted many things in her life. She'd give anything to reach the finish line she's been vying for her entire life. And yet.

She finds herself wishing she knew what you looked like. The golden threads can give her an idea. A shape. But even that is difficult, because you're everywhere. The threads exist within you. Every vein in your body is spun of pure silken gold, turning your circulatory system into the most beautiful tapestry she's ever come across.

But that isn't enough for her. She wants to know the color of your hair, your eyes. Your preferred style of dress. She wants to take in your smile and laughter with every sense available to humanity. She wonders if this is how the titan beating in her chest felt about her own lover. Did this adoration turn Romance into such a lovestruck fool?

Do not leave the holy city.

That is a desperate plea an order she gives not even considering the asset you could prove to be. But rather that she doesn't know how she would function if such a beautiful creature appeared and vanished from her life so soon.

To you, she is a staunch ally. You know how she pulls strings for the prophecy, how everybody is disposable to her if the need arises. You do not know she will do worse for you.

Balancing things with the council is necessary for the Flame Chase Journey. But if they touch you, she will smile. Sitting next to you in the private baths, knowing her dear allies have thrown them to the black tide. Okhema would be heartbreaking to lose. But you aren't even an option.

She is heartless because she loves so deeply. Remember that.

○○○

Death permeates Castorice's life, preventing her from human connection for so long. Forcing her to keep a distance from the rest of the world. Even admist demigods.

She thinks your friends might kill her, when your hand falls on her shoulder after Okhema is attacked. It's clear they adore you. They will take your loss hard.

Then you falter. You sway. You stumble. But you do not die.

And Castorice falls in love with you immediately.

You too, are surrounded by death you cannot prevent. People who treat you like glass, ready to turn and shatter those who approach you. Who you are lucky if you can stop in time.

She tries so very hard not to join them. Because life is a sacred thing. You agree. There are few people you personally want dead.

Death wants you so very badly. Of course it does. Everybody does. She can't bring herself to let it, even if it would mean being able to keep you for herself. You're so full of life. You are life itself. The foundation of everything that has happened and will happen.

And that makes her all the more happy when you choose to seek her out. When you seek her calm, content smile over the ones so desperate to please.

She too, is desperate to have you in her grasp. But she's even more desperate to have you come willingly. Happily. Because who else would willingly approach Death?

Please don't leave her alone.

[thelovelydoggycatmadi]

Void lore for those that don’t know it because I’ve seen a lot of people either forget some of this or genuinely don’t know cause the arg is lost to time

ok so it’s been awhile sense void paradox however I believe it’s stated the void is either one of to things, either the space between dimensions or something that travels/floats around in that between space as its own thing.

the void has its own creature living in it, we see them on an old live stream where Jess plays hide and seek and in McD. They seem to be the same creatures (corrupted souls that used to be human) however it’s not confirmed.

Halla the Zeus guy that gaurds the celestial canon is from the arg. We learn from the arg that his parents created the canon to fight off a comet and we can assume that comet came from the void or is like a warning sign of it. Cause we see it in the second half of season 7 trailer.

IRENE DID NOT JUST KILL HER DAUGHTER FOR SHIT AND GIGGLES. SHE INFACT DID TURN HER INTO A RELIC TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE FROM THE VOID. I see a lot of people confused on Irene’s motives so there you go. The girl we see playing in the heaven/irene dismension in season 6 is probably the first incarnation of Irene’s child who she turned into a relic. The other lady we see in the background is also Irene and the other dude is in-fact Shad.

that child is also most likely NOT Reena! Or at least not the reena we see the most of.

The flashback we see in the celestial canon is Shad probably threatened McD reena’s life because McD Aphmau is probably trying to turn her into a relic and or she’s just there for plot fuck it idk you decide.

THE VOID IS AN ACTIVE THREAT TO ALMOST EVERYTHING JESS WRITES. OR IS AT LEAST PRESENT IN THEM. IT CAN TECHNICALLY ENTER ANY DIMENSION SHE HAS WRITTEN. Besides of course cocomau, so no the theory that they’re all gonna die and Cocomau is going to be the end all be all is probably an unlikely outcome. The second Irene has no more power to split her soul anymore she is by all accounts at rest or has made some sort of peace. And it seems that Aph and Aaron’s story seems to end with the first part of season 7 and the void part is going to end with this new character. Although one way or another someone gonna fight a comet probably.

[raviollies]

gnawing at your marika art!! mind sharing what you picture for her life, from kid/chosen as empyrean (if i get that right from your drawings) to god queen?

ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I WAS INTO ELDEN RING... so take a lot of what I'm going to say with a metric tonne of salt (and since by the time the DLC came out, I moved on - that and I didn't like the DLC a whole lot BUT it lined up fairly well with what I had in mind for Marika)

I always thought of Marika being a random kid, rather than someone special in childhood - small village, hard life as par for the course in the Fromsoft world. I liked the idea of the Great Will, but mostly the Elden Beast being something from the expanse of space and was stranded, and it was by complete happenstance that it was found by her. Again, I don't super recall what this initial incident I had in my brain palace was but that's the jist of it.

I was ALWAYS in the corner that Marika wasn't this evul manipulative conniving bitch from the start, and that it was a gradual erosion of humanity and compassion by years and years of hardship. You can't impose your will on everyone and they agree, so bit by bit, it became more akin to conquest than sharing. Small steps first, and with every one, the bigger one seemed justified (same principle as the sunk cost fallacy).

The unnecessary bits get trimmed off to create Radagon (The unnecessary things - insecurity, desire for love, complacency, submission etc. etc.) to create the Marika that we know.

-- Small interlude here but I think that there neither is the "original" in the sense that both Marika and Radagon are components of the same being but different. They both make up the "Original Marika" but the Marika and Radagon that exist separately, neither is "Her". I like using the egg allegory, with Marika and Radagon being the Yolk and the Eggwhite. They're both separate components, but neither is the EGG itself, and you cannot put one as more important than the other. So imagine creation of Radagon as someone straining the eggwhite to get just the yolk. --

Eventually, she became what we know now, someone ruthless and calculating without these unnecessary feelings clouding her judgement - mercilessly practical and surgically precise. I think by the point where she had the power to shape the world however she pleased, she didn't have the faculties to shape it in the way she once wanted, as it came from a more innocent, emotional place to change for the better.

When her and Radagon merged back into "Marika" a lot of these things got confused and mixed up. They existed too long as separate beings with their own memories and lives and contradicting events to truly become mixed into one, but enough spill over that it impacted each other's personality. To continue from the egg allegory, imagine something like this omelet; where it is one being, but you can clearly see where there is just egg white or just yolk

She represented change and Radagon stability - which is why I think he was the symbol of the Golden Order. I know a lot of theories mention alchemy (Red king and White queen, mercury and Sulfur, Albedo/Rubedo to create Rebis - there is a lot of merit to it so I recommend reading about it) [That being said I think in regards to Sulfur and Mercury, they are flipped]

She always was one of my favourite characters because I find her to be extremely interesting and complex. I hated the takes that she's just horrible for the sake of it. I think there was enough hints left on the table to draw conclusions that there is more to her, but My Arch Nemesis Fromsoft fandom that propagated this one dimensional portrayal so the amount of vindication I felt over the DLC is impossible to quantify. Real Marikaheads knew that Ranni and Miquella were echoes of Marika and that this is doomed to happen again and again, cyclically.

For something new to be born, something has to die and rot. I feel like a reoccurring theme in Fromsofts work ; the stagnation period of decay before something new can grow. How we cling to the status quo because we fear change. We fear the ambiguity of what this "new growth" is - we are used to the way things are. Change is scary.

Your job sucks, but to find a better prospect, you have to quit it - but what if the new job is even worse? Your code is inefficient and slow, so are you prepared to start over to make it better? Your garden is meager and the plants are sickly, are you prepared to dig it all up and start fresh that or are you going to keep tending to it, hoping that it will become healthy once more?

[silver-horse]

some of you are confused under the post that shows astarion's date of birth and date of "death". so first of all, it's a fact that in dnd 5e elves do grow up the same way humans do. a 39 year old is still that age. he wouldn't look like a child or a teen! "not an adult elf" is not literally true. it's a social thing among elves. think about it... someone who is hundreds of years old would look at a 70 year old human/elf and think... that's a baby. they also view humans that way, but surely we don't think a 39 year old human is not mature. it is just a fantasy thing, it makes sense that if such old people existed they would view younger people this way. so "not an adult by elven standards" is simply because of how old elves view younger people, elves included. let's just clear that up.

Also this made you all wonder how he could have been a magistrate. He is from baldur's gate which is a mixed society, not a society of elves. I highly doubt baldurians have a rule that only hundred year olds are allowed positions of power. then humans could never have positions. in elven society they might not give such a position to a 39 year old because they respect their elders more. but there is no difference between 39 year old elf and 39 year human mentally. ofc he can legally have a position in a place like baldur's gate.

plus during early access, he had the noble background. Why are you so confused that he could be a magistrate at the age of 39? As if rich/noble families don't ever use their connections to help someone in the family get a high paying job. lol He wouldn't need to grind for hundreds of years.

(and one more thing... in the tags under that post I wrote that the rune for 6 and 9 are similar so there is a chance that the date of "death" is 30 years later... which would make him 69. but from what I have seen, others also translated the year as 1268 and not 1298. still, if he was 69 that would mean he was turned nearly 200 years ago, but not quite 200 which is what he says in most dialogues. but it doesn't even matter because 69 is still below 100. so we could have the same conversation... under 100 does not mean not an adult.)

[rosetheocto]

…is it stupid that I’m starting to feel kinda scared with how suddenly relevant/“big” the community is getting...?

[glimblshanks]

It's so difficult, because I genuinely do want to understand what the whole deal with Christianity is, but Christians are so apposed to any line of questioning about their belief system (in a way that no other religion is) that if you say anything they don't like they shut down and accuse you of being a sinner.

And it's like bro, I'm not trying to be insulting, I'm trying to understand why this religion is even appealing to you. How do you manage to get so many converts when you're not even willing to answer basic questions about your theology?

Everyone I've found who's actually willing to discuss Christian theology with me is an ex-Christian which is super unhelpful, because ex-Christians are people who have deconstructed Christian belief and come to the conclusion that it doesn't work for them. They're always very cynical about the whole situation. That's not what I'm looking for.

I want to talk to someone who's still into it. I want to understand what actually draws people to this religion ( I do not want to be trauma dumped at - I don't know what aspect of Christian belief confuses y'all into thinking that trauma dumping is an appropriate substitute for theological discussion, but it absolutely isn't).

Like you would really think for one of the most popular religions in the world finding answers to this stuff would be easier. Why can't you guys just talk about your beliefs?

[fideidefenswhore]

"And when their sorrowful day had come, They were taken from the Tower by the archers And led straight to the place of sacrifice. Thereupon, Rochford, as the most suitable one To comfort his friends in God, While embracing them, came to exhort them Together, and then each one individually, To endure this parting with constancy And to accept this punishment willingly, So as to gain the gift of God's great blessing. [...] Rochford wanted to offer himself first, As if carrying the sign of victory* Against death, for you would not believe The great power with which he scorned it And the manner in which he conducted himself." The story of the death of Anne Boleyn : a poem by Lancelot de Carle, JoAnn DellaNeva (Translator, Editor, Writer of added commentary) *"Traditionally, the sign of victory against death (and sin) is the cross of Christ. Carle is depicting the scene of this execution (or 'sacrifice', as he [describes]) as a reminiscence of Christ's crucifixion.

[kutepik]

Eyes on you

(nsfw 18+) Caleb has hidden cameras all over his house, and you've decided to put on a show for him.

2k words. posted also on ao3!

stalking, obsessive behavior, voyeurism, fem!reader.

PART 2 IS HERE!

Cameras. There were hidden cameras all over his house. There wasn't a bookcase or a mirror that didn’t have a little dot on it, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. You only knew they were there by accident: when you took the elevator to Caleb's apartment, you bumped into an excited boy wearing a cap and uniform of a security company. 

"Are you Mr. Caleb's girlfriend? What a pleasure, I only saw you in pictures!" The boy waved, taking you by surprise. 

"No... I'm just a friend." You said a little confused, and the energetic boy explained himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I saw so many photos of Mr. Caleb with you the day I went to install those cameras that I thought you were dating. He also said he was installing the cameras to protect someone he liked." Cameras? What cameras? You thought, but before you could say anything, the elevator door opened and the boy jumped out. "Let me know if any of them stop working, I've installed so many I've almost lost count! Bye!" And so he disappeared down the hall.

Now you were in the living room, standing there in the middle, feeling the weight of your body and your movements, self-conscious about yourself and alert to the fact that you were being watched. Was he watching you? Now? Right now? That’s fucked up. Jail worthy. Caleb was obsessed with you and if your recent reunion hadn't already proved it, the dozen or hundreds of hidden cameras scattered around that room were proof that Caleb was sick. 

But we know the saying: When you point one finger, there are three fingers pointing back to you. More sickening than knowing that you were being watched, from every angle and probably in every room, was the fact that you were aroused. The spot between your legs throbbed, excited by the situation, by the fact that Caleb had probably seen you naked, had seen you sleeping, had seen you showering... It was so fucking wrong that, despite being against everything he had done in Skyhaven right after the reunion, you still delighted in remembering the possessiveness and obsession that melted at the words of your friend, oh, dear friend. 

In addition to the burning sensation between your legs, there was this tingle in your stomach at the thought of a man - not just any man, we're talking about Caleb - being so concerned, so devoted to you that he would kill and die for your happiness. In fact, a man who returned from the ashes and survived for you and you alone. He was no longer your sweet childhood friend... But that wasn't a bad thing. Now he became a man who had eyes (many, it seems, all over the house), only and exclusively for you. Caleb was crazy about you, and, oh shit, you loved it, which made you as crazy as he was. 

So you had two options: the first was to confront Caleb about why the fuck he had installed so many cameras in the apartment if the only person who spent time there apart from him was you; the second was to pretend you didn't know anything and carry on with your life as if everything was normal. 

You always chose the second option when it came to Caleb, ever since you were a teenager and in college. Whether it was sneaking around his room and finding your panties secretly hidden in the back of his closet, or listening to him masturbate while calling your name when he thought he was alone, you always pretended everything was normal. But ever since, and even more so now that you've found each other again, there was nothing normal about it, and no reason to carry on in the same way. After all, if he had changed, there was no reason for you to remain the same or pretend you didn't know anything. 

Then there was a third and new option: pretending not to know anything, but taking advantage of the situation to play with Caleb. Basically, make him taste his own medicine. If he wanted to see you, well, he would.

Pretending to be normal, you sat down on the sofa and took off your coat, throwing it on the coffee table. You took out your cell phone and called his number. 

"Is my favorite guest home yet?" Caleb answered in his usual animated voice. 

"Yeah. I'm bored. Still working? Is it break time?" You remembered that around this time he was most active on social media, so it should be the best time to put into action what you had in mind.

"Ah…You've always been very clever. Yes, I'm on break. I'll be home in two hours and we can do whatever you want. Don't get bored, you can turn on the TV or play a game on the console I have." Caleb was always like that, attentive to you, always wanting to please you. He wasn't much of a gamer, but because you liked games, he had bought a console with the excuse that he was getting interested in games. But now you weren't going to play with the console. You were going to play with something else. 

"Oh, no..." You put the phone on speaker and placed it on the arm of the sofa. You lifted your shirt and brought your fingers up to your bra, massaging your nipples. "I want to relax, not play." You said, holding your right breast while spreading your legs, slipping anxious fingers into your pants, brushing the fingertips against the wet panties. 

The call went silent. Bingo. He was indeed watching you, like the pervert he was. 

"Caleb?" You asked innocently, keeping your voice steady as you started moving your hand in circles, making it obvious what you were doing inside those tight pants. 

"A-ah, yes. Relax..." His breathing was heavy on the other end of the line, and suddenly you heard the sound of a zipper being opened. You had to stop yourself from moaning just then. He was starting to touch himself while watching you. "Why don't you, uh, take a shower in my bathroom?" His voice was a little choked. He was probably pumping himself slowly, staring at your live image through the screen in his office. Your pussy throbbed and suddenly your pants were too tight and too hot. You stopped stroking your own breasts and took both hands to the waistband of your trousers, sliding them down your legs. Then you took off your shirt, leaving only your panties and bra on. You positioned yourself again, this time with your legs spread wider and your heels resting on the table in front of the sofa. Your fingers returned to the soaked fabric of your panties, touching the sensitive clit through the wet cloth. 

"Yeah, I'll have a shower, I'm just finishing something up." With your middle finger, you moved your panties to one side to touch yourself directly. You bit your lip, holding back a moan, and squeezed your breast with your other hand. 

"Fuck..." he swore. 

"All right?" You replied innocently, holding back your unsteady voice as you carried on stimulating your clit at a steady pace. You wanted him to think you didn't know about the cameras, so you had to stay as normal as possible on the phone.

"Yup... I- I just hit my finger," he lied, slurring his words. 

"Caleb-" You said, catching your breath. "I miss you,"

"I miss you too." He sounded almost breathless. "I can come over now."

"No, you can't. There's work. Or is there something urgent you need to do here?" You quickly pulled down your panties, leaving them between your thighs. Then, out of the blue, you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera zooming in. He must have been eating you with his eyes, and now he wanted a closer look. You opened your folds, circling your fingers around the soaked entrance, like a pervert. You slowly moved the fingers up to your clit, stimulating yourself obscenely again. The other end of the line was completely silent, only a few low sounds and grunts were audible. "Caleb, is there something urgent you need to do here?" 

"Uh-" He stammered, and you raised your hips a little, grinding against your hand. "Fuck, fuck," he said. He didn't bother with sentences anymore. 

"What’s up with you? I'm feeling lonely and bored here. Can't you entertain me?" You teased innocently, but your legs were already shaking. 

"I can entertain you. Ah-" For a second, you heard the wet, rhythmic sound of his thrusts against his own hand. Oh my. Caleb had his pants down, sat somewhere in the FAA, and was touching himself like a teenager while he watched you. And you fucking loved it. "I can entertain you... I can be so, so good for you, if you let me." His voice was raspy and breathless. If you weren't so close to your orgasm, you might've asked him if everything was alright and put him in a tough spot again, but you couldn't even think about that. You were too caught up in your own pleasure. One hand was on your nipple under your bra, the other was all over your clit, and you arched your back on the sofa.

"I- I know you know how to entertain me. You're so good to me, always." You gasped, no longer caring that he was probably listening to the sound of your quick fingers against the wet flesh of your vagina. 

Suddenly, you heard a muffled cry on the other end of the line and several "Fuck, fuck, fuck" being whispered like a mantra at a low volume, as if he had his hand against his own mouth. He was coming. And that was all it took for the tingling at the base of your belly to explode and flow out of your pussy in an obscene and intense orgasm. 

You had just squirted all over the living room table and carpet, and had probably wet the sofa as well. The two of you were silent, only the audible gasp of your breaths as you caught your breath. 

"Caleb? Are you still there? It seems the connection was cut." You lied, still pretending you didn't know anything. He coughed and the sound of things being adjusted or stirred could be heard in the background. 

"Yeah, yeah… Probably disconnected or something." 

You got up and stood next to the sofa, looking at the mess you had left there. 

"Caleb I think I spilled...something on your sofa and carpet. Is there any cleaning cloth so I can clean it up?" You looked around. 

"NO!" Caleb almost shouted from the other side. "I mean, it's no problem, pipsqueak. You don't have to clean up. You must be tired from all this, right?" He cleared his throat. "From the trip, and everything. Just rest more, like I said, you can use my bathroom and take a shower if you want."

"Hm, where's that cleaning freak from before? Who are you and what have you done with my Caleb?" You heard a laugh on the other end of the line. 

"That's why. I'll take care of it. Please" The last word sounded as if he was begging. "I'll be home soon, and I'll be able to...entertain you, as you wish. We can, huh, relax together, too."

You laughed and picked up your cell phone, walking to the bathroom while dropping your bra in the hallway, knowing that he was watching here too. You picked up your wet panties and placed them on the bathroom door handle. In an instant, you could see a small dot hidden next to a painting, pointing directly at where you were standing. You stared directly at it, smiled and winked. 

"I'm waiting for you then, Caleb."

Part 2 is here

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die

He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.

And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.

Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.

What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.

So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.

The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.

A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.

That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.

"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"

And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.

"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."

"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"

Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.

Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.

[edensrose]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 jjk cast ✧ gn reader ˚₊‧꒰ა kisses gone wrong ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ how wrong could kissing your favourite sorcerers go? well.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Satoru Gojo ⌇ exploded all the lightbulbs in the house the second your lips met his. his defense? “babbyyy, I haven't seen you all week.” as he's slumping over you like he didn't just subject you both to darkness for the night. still trying to get more of your kisses and turning your head to him all needy. “now gimme more before I blackout all of tokyo.”

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Suguru Geto ⌇ kissed him when you found him all slumped over his desk. immediate “bleugh! sugu —" what the fuck was that? the taste of curses of course. he apologised that he couldn't get to his gum in time before you decided to show him some lovin'. “so tell me, how'd your first curse taste?” with that shiteating grin that told you he wasn't really sorry.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Shoko Ieiri ⌇ why did you think turning her head while she was mid smoke and kissing her was a good idea? you were trying to be all sexy and mysterious but now you're coughing your lungs out and she's gently rubbing your back even with the teasing smile on her face. "what - the fuck is in those things!" she'd only chuckle. "my will to live, horrendous I know." before she smooched your cheek.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Kento Nanami ⌇ he was sooo tired from work and your kisses relax him more than anything. you greeted him at the door with a smooch and felt him ease into you, then limp — and before you know it you're stumbling back trying to hold his weight toppling over you with panicked yelps. "nanami! hey hey!" he'd wake up quickly with a jolt and quickly brace both of you, frazzled, confused, before you manage to drag him to bed.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Ryomen Sukuna ⌇ tried to be all cute and sly, straddled him on his throne and kissed him with a feral heat that he immediately returned. hands on your hips yanking you closer, pressing him up into you but then . . . seems his second mouth got a bit too excited. "uh —" you pulled back to watch the second tongue wriggling on your tummy and wetting your shirt with kisses. sukuna was just about ready to die.

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[ang3ltine]

"𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬?"- Bucky barnes x former Avenger freader

An unexpected surprise awaits you when Bucky shows up at your house with a group of strangers

a.n - This is just a scenario of what it would be like for the members of the thunderbolts to crash at your place. Also this fic contains spoilers!

Warnings - John Walker, dark humour, mention of injuries, minor cursing, making out and major fluff!!

"You gotta be kidding me, were not seriously bringing Bob with us are we?"

"Look Captain America, if it weren't for Bob we wouldn't have made it out of that death trap of a lab alive!" Yelena replies sternly. "Besides, he seems to have more discipline than you'd ever have."

This seemed to tick John off as the two of them started shouting back and forth, while Bob sat between the two of them awkwardly.

"Ok uhm...can we maybe...not fight?" He mutters under his breath but was completely ignored. Ava rolls her eyes at the childish scene before her and flickers her gaze down towards the nervous man. Silently telling him that it wasn't worth wasting his breath.

Surprisingly enough, he understood rather quickly and kept his mouth shut. Bucky groans in annoyance at the bickering in the backseats, and it didn't help either when a large man was snoring away next to him.

But swiftly brushes it off after pulling into a familiar driveway. He hadn't been back at this house for about a week now, so he was dreading what awaited him when he opened the doors. Especially since he has four other guests with him, who he quite recently found acquaintanceship with just a few days ago.

"Listen up, we're staying at this place for a while until things die down. So please, don't make this harder for me than it already is." Bucky states as the the group follows him down the pathway towards a red brick secluded house that was tucked in a small corner of New York City.

They all exchanged confused looks before reluctantly nodding at the grumpy man, with a few grunts and hushed responses. Honestly they were just really tired and their bodies were sore so there was no use in complaining.

"God - I hope she's in a good mood..." Bucky mumbles before reaching into his pocket to fish out his keys and was about to put it into the keyhole. Only to be interrupted midway as he hears the sound of another car pulling up behind him.

"Bucky honey? Is that you?!"

Everyone turned around at the sudden mention of 'Bucky' and 'honey' in the same sentence. All but Bucky himself as he walks back down the pathway towards you.

"Did I hear that right? There's no way Mr. Congressman would have a girlfriend." Ava whispers to the others as they all watched him walk past the minivan, disappearing from their sight.

There were mixed reactions as they all talked amongst themselves, trying to figure out who you might be.

You were pretty confused as well since there was a dirty minivan parked in your driveway. As soon as you step out of your car to examine the vehicle, you catch a glimpse of a figure in the corner of your eye.

Adrenaline kicked in almost immediately, thinking maybe this was going to be a robbery. I mean you do live in a pretty sketchy neighbourhood so it was possible. The sun was setting so it was pretty difficult to see who it could be, you had your fighting stance ready as the person steps out of the shadows.

"God Bucky! You could've said something instead of sneaking up on me like that!" You yelled and tried calming yourself since your heart was practically hammering against your chest.

"Yeah sorry 'bout that doll, didn't mean to scare you," Bucky drawls as he pulls you into his arm for a warm embrace. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the strong scent of gasoline mixed with his cologne.

There was sand mixed with dirt on his tough leather jacket, but you didn't question it since he had finished a mission. Honestly speaking, you were just glad he was home again.

You then peer over Bucky's shoulder and finally noticed the rugged group of individuals standing in your porch.

They wanted to see what all the fuss was about so they snuck up on the couple and spied on them from behind the van. You were about to open your mouth to say something before spotting a familiar face amongst them.

She had short and slightly messy bob cut and an oddly cute frown on her face. Yelena steps forward hesitantly while examining your face at the same time, seemingly trying to figure out where she had seen you before.

Then it clicks, you were her older sisters best friend. She remembers how kind and comforting you acted towards her whenever she'd come to visit her sister.

You spread open your arms for her and without hesitation, Yelena falls into your embrace.

"Its good to see you 'lena," you murmured into her hair while she smiles at the mention of her nickname.

" 's good to see you too..."

Bucky joins the rest of the group, a small smile tugged at his lips as they all watched the heartwarming scene unfold before them.

He's not sure what waited them past this, but for now, he just wants this disfunctional group of anti-heroes to find some sort of peace while they stayed here.

"Sorry I brought them here on such short notice," Bucky mutters as he leans down to your height when you let the others into your house.

"Ahh it's no biggy. Besides, I'm happy to have more house guests." You quipped while closing the door after Bob awkwardly walks in as the last in line.

Everyone had already made their way down the hall towards the living room to look around. Yelena let's out a long whistle as she checks out the place, to be fair, your house was quite spacious since you got the best place in the neighbourhood thanks to Pepper.

Although she insisted on getting you a penthouse, you turned down the offer.

"What's this?" Alexei asks with curiosity after picking up a delicately crafted box. You ran over to where he was and effortlessly took it from his hands so that he doesn't break it.

"Oh well - it's a gift from a friend. She's gone now...so I like to keep it up on the mantle to remember her by." You say in a hushed tone while you look down at the detailed craftsmanship in your hands.

Alexei knew exactly how you felt, so he placed a large hand on your shoulder and gave you a light squeeze of acknowledgement. "I understand, Alexei has been through much loss just like you."

Thanks to Yelena, you had the privilege of meeting Alexei a few years back when Natasha was still alive. So you were happy to have both of them back in your life.

"Dad, you can stop bothering her now. You've said enough shit already." Yelena groans while dragging Alexei away from you since he was still rambling on about Natasha and how much you reminded him of her.

"Do we have enough space for them?" You felt Bucky's fingers brush against the back of your hand to get your attention since you were still deep in thought.

"Hey...you ok doll?" Bucky asks with a worried tone since you hadn't responded to his previous question. You snap out of your thoughts and look to your left to see Bucky by your side. His brows were furrowed as he brought up his other unoccupied hand to cup your cheek.

"Uh yeah..! I'm fine," you respond with a tight-lipped smile. Bucky had just come back from a mission, so you didn't want him to now worry about you too. He wanted to press on but then thought it would be better if he just let it slide this time.

"Are we sleeping down here?!" Yelena yells from another room down the hall. The rest of you make your way to where Yelena was, she had found one of the guest rooms and was already laying down on the neatly done sheets.

"You could've at least taken a shower before hopping onto the bed," Bucky sighed in disappointment. Yelena's clothes were pretty dirty since they had come back from the desert.

"Oh right! Sorry that was my bad," Yelena responds in a muffled voice as her face was now planted into the plush pillows.

"Its fine, there's extra duvet covers in the storage closet," you say while walking towards the walk-in closet in the room. "Don't worry guys! There's more rooms upstairs."

"Do we have to share? I'm not sure how I'd feel if I have Santa Clause sharing a bed with me." John grunted while crossing his arms. You assumed he was referring to Alexei , which almost made you snort in response.

"I'm serious! Does he not look like the Russian Santa Claus to you?" John carries one while Yelena lets out a coarse laugh from the bed.

"Pfft - sorry John, there's only 3 guest rooms, so you have to pick your roommate wisely." Bob lifts his hand up shyly and clears his throat.

"I wouldn't mind sharing...if that's OK with you?" John thought about it for a moment before giving in. "You know what? Why not?"

"Great! That leaves one more vacant room -" You were cut off by another female voice.

"I'll take it," Ava replies rather quickly. John was about to protest and say that he changed his mind, but Ava gives him a sharp look which made him backdown. You were going to ask for her name, only to be cut off yet again.

"Oh right sorry, the name's Ava," she says plainly while giving you a small smile.

"Uhh OK cool, it's nice to meet you Ava. Let me guess, you also have an incredibly sad back story like the rest of us?"

"Oh God, don't even get me started..."

"Also...what's all this talk about 'thunderbolts'?" You prodded while giving Ava a confused look. Ava curses underneath her breath while the others shout in since that they're not called 'the thunderbolts.'

"Thunderbolts yes!! That's my lovely 'lena's football team name from when she was a child -"

"Dad please stop--!" Yelena groans while trying to get Alexei to stay quiet. It brought a smile to your face to see how liveley your house had become after being alone for a week.

"Alright, is there anyone here who needs medical care?" You asked while handing the new duvet sheets to Yelena.

"I think all of us do," Yelena sighed while clutching her side. She was so excited to finally sleep on a comfortable bed that the adrenaline rush took over, making her forget about the pain.

You nodded before turning back to the group. "Right, who wants to go first?"

Everyone had lined up in the washroom to get themselves checked since it would be easier for you to clean up afterwards.

You were currently bandaging Yelena's arm as she winces slightly. If anything, she had been through the worst due to the others being practically impenetrable.

"Just leave this on for a few weeks and take some painkillers. Trust me, the pain will be gone before you know it."

"Ok, thank you," Yelena exhaled while she got up to let the next person in. John walks into your view as you clean up the area for him to take his seat on the stool. The space was pretty cramped since you chose the guest washroom instead of the large one upstairs.

"Hey John, got any major inuries?" You asked while preparing a wetcloth and some bandages. John stops you midway and he shook his head.

"No not really, just have a few cuts on my face and the side of my head." True enough, he looked like he was perfectly fine except for some cuts and grazes that was scattered across his face.

You almost forgot that he took the super soldier serum back when he was Captain America. It was hard to forgot since you were with Sam and Bucky at the time. You nodded before putting away the bandages and took your seat infront of him. Now that you were face to face with him, you noticed how mature, yet different he looked from before.

"Must've been rough for you, running from the law." You start off by cleaning some of the smaller cuts with some wipes. "Trust me...I would know."

You were referring to the time you were on the run with Steve and the others for two years after freeing Bucky. That was how you two met and became close in Wakanda.

"You have no idea..." John responds with a slight waver in his voice. You choose not to press further and lightly dab the bigger cut on the side of his eyebrow.

Unbeknownst to you, John was silently admiring the way you were taking care of him. He doesn't mean this in a creepy way, rather he's surprised that anyone would show an ounce of care for him due to his character and lack of social awareness.

Bucky, on the other hand, misunderstood the scene completely. He had a glass of water in his hand when he went to check up on you. The water that was already in his mouth almost made him choke as he saw the way John made doe eyes at you.

As much as he wanted to strangle the man on the spot, he waited and observed at the doorframe. A smile threatened to tug at the corner of your lips as you felt the presence of the jealous man boring his eyes at the side of your head.

"Relax hon', John's just being John." Speaking of John, he blinked at you in confusion before looking up to see Bucky shooting bullets at him with his eyes.

"Don't worry, he's not going to do anything." You whispered before placing a clear bandaid on the scar. John didn't know if he felt reassured or threatened, so as soon as you finished, he scrambles to his feet.

Bucky steps aside to let John leave, but not before leaning towards him to say something. John flickers his gaze between you and Bucky before leaving with a terrified look on his face.

"Bucky dear, what did you say to him?" You sighed while placing the remainder of the medical equipment back in the medicine cabinet.

"Oh nothing really, just...gave him a peptalk." Bucky responds with a smug smirk as he walks into the washroom. You raise an eyebrow at him, which prompted Bucky to pull you in close by your waist with his arms.

"I didn't threaten him doll," Bucky drawls while bumping his forehead against yours, letting his hair frame his face. It was slightly damp with clumps of sand still stuck in some places. You'd have to remind him to take a shower later after dinner.

"Uh huh, that's why he left like a pale ghost? Because you gave him a 'peptalk'," you mused while playing with the lose strands of Bucky's hair that fell over his eyes. Bucky chuckles softly before responding.

"Right...just a peptalk." Your breath hitches when he bends down to your height while his hair tickled your nose from a loose strand.

"You know you're a really bad liar, right?" You huffed while the rough pad of Bucky's thumb ran gently across your cheek. Your skin felt soft and warm underneath his touch since the blood had rushed to the surface, painting a soft hue of red across your cheeks.

"So? Is that a bad thing?" Bucky's voice goes an octave lower while he inches closer towards your lips, his breath now heavy against yours. His scent flooded your senses, it was a mixture of his cologne and his natural musk from his skin. He hesitates before flickering his gaze up to you again. Silently begging for your permission.

You pondered for a moment while tapping a finger on your chin. "Hmm, do you really deserve a kiss?"

Bucky tilts his head to the side before giving you a deadpan look. But you knew that he was fighting back a smile, so you were the first to lean in. He did deserve a reward for being the amazing partner that he was. Except, he was too quick for you.

He dips his head low, and presses his slightly chapped lips against yours, practically melting into yours. The kiss was gentle yet full of desire. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours as his tongue dragged gently across your bottom lip.

Coaxing you to open your mouth. Your tongue meets his as the hand slips down towards your waist. Pressing his fingers into your supple skin, which will definitely leave marks considering how tight his grip was. Not that he didn't mean to, of course.

"Love you s'much," your voice was barely a whisper as it was all becoming too much for you. Bucky let's out a small chuckle as you began to pepper his face with quick pecks before moving back to his lips.

He could picture his lips were probably now a sugary pink colour due to the lipbalm that you wore. The brand was probably called... Summer Fridays? Or something across that line.

"Love you too angel..." he mumbled against your plush lips.

The couple completely unaware that Yelena, Ava and Bob was spying on them from afar with popcorn in hand.

"Guys...I feel a sneeze coming," Bob whispers towards the two women sitting next to him.

"Cucumber! Cucumber! Cucumber!!" Both Ava and Yelena whisper shouted back and forth hurriedly. But it was no use, the sneeze along with their hushed shouting caught the attention of the couple in the washroom.

Needless to say, they learned their lesson from Bucky after an hour long lecture of why they shouldn't spy on people. That also included the punishment of getting limited screen time on the TV as well as playing video games.

p.s - I really love John's character and I believe he has some depth to him that could be explored more

Taglist: @doodlebob-mp3 @marianastudiesart @ordelixx @starktonyx @hisredheadedgoddess28 @avatarobsessedgirly @perdidosbucky-yyo

[urdreamgirls-dreamgirl]

part one

“so how was your first day?” robin asks steve as he slides onto the barstool next to her and chrissy.

“it actually wasn’t that bad,” steve shrugs before taking a long pull from the freshly opened bottle the bartender slides his way.

“it wasn’t that bad?” chrissy asks, incredulous. “so he didn’t make you go to the erewhon all the way across town? the one he goes to because selena gomez was seen there once?”

“that’s why he made me go there?”

“yeah, he really likes that one movie she’s in.”

steve thinks for a moment. “the dead don’t die?”

“no, the one with the dancing,” chrissy snorts.

steve makes a face and then shrugs again. “i made him his breakfast, i drove him around, i organized his tshirt closet… pretty standard stuff for an assistant.”

“you organized his tshirt closet? what the fuck does that even mean?” robin asks, laughing.

“exactly what it sounds like,” steve grins at her. “anyway, really, it wasn’t that bad. sure, he’s insufferable but not anything i couldn’t handle. don’t worry about it.”

“well, thanks for doing this,” chrissy says. “vickie handled it for a while, but i guess once you’ve been fired twelve times in the course of six months, you have to draw a boundary with the thirteenth.”

“it’s really not a big deal, it’s not like i’m doing it for free,” steve responds. “the money is more than worth it.”

“still, i know how he can be. but he’s really not so bad. once he’s… comfortable.” chrissy frowns.

“whatever,” steve shrugs for a third time. “i’m just here for the cash.” he winks and gives her a reassuring smile.

~*~

the next morning, steve pulls up to eddie’s huge beverly hills mansion bright and early, just as he had yesterday. he punches in the gate code, waves to the security guy on duty, and makes his way inside to the kitchen.

eddie storms in while steve is halfway through cooking another omelette, this time with tomatoes and onions and freshly grated cheddar cheese.

“i don’t care, wheeler, i’m not making a fucking appearance and i’m definitely not doing it with him,” eddie snarls into the phone pressed to his face. he hasn’t seemed to notice that steve’s in his house again.

eddie waits for whoever it is on the phone to speak before he says, “well maybe i don’t want to fix it. maybe this is it,” and then hangs up the phone. he lets out a frustrated little scream before he turns to leave the kitchen, finally noticing steve by the stove. “you’re back,” he says, voice monotone.

“i’m back,” steve smiles, sliding the plate full of food across the large island toward him. eddie looks down at it like he’s surprised. “eat,” steve tells him.

“another sweater vest?” eddie sneers instead of picking up his fork.

“i like them,” steve shrugs, still smiling.

eddie rolls his eyes. “whatever,” he mutters and then picks up the plate and retreats from the kitchen.

~*~

eddie is deeply annoyed by how good steve’s omelettes are. he practically licks the plate clean when he’s finished, which only serves to make his bad mood worse.

“can i take your plate?” steve asks from the doorway of the living room.

“jesus christ, man, wear a fucking bell,” eddie grumbles before holding out the plate, forcing steve to walk across the room to the couch and take it from him.

“i’ll remember to announce myself from now on,” steve replies. “chrissy just called; you have another meeting with the pr team this afternoon. we’ll leave here in about an hour.”

eddie doesn’t respond and steve goes quietly back to the kitchen.

~*~

eddie tries to confuse steve with the directions to nancy’s office again, mostly just to annoy him since the car has a built in gps. steve ignores eddie, leaving him to play on his phone in the back seat. the windows are tinted dark, just how eddie likes it & it lulls him into a false sense of security to where he’s almost relaxed by the time they get to nancy’s office.

the meeting is a fucking drag. it’s just a rehashing of the morning’s phone call and eddie had already made himself perfectly clear. he’s not willing to fix anything. nancy and chrissy try to double-team him, begging him to think about the tour & the album roll-out & the rest of the band. the entertainment blogs are running wild with the rumors circulating about the other night and now they’re digging up shit that he wishes would stay buried.

“absolutely fucking not,” eddie spits out. “i refuse to be fucking cordial with that moron.”

“fine,” nancy says finally. “i guess we’re done here then.” she gets up from the head of the conference room table and leaves through the big glass doors and the rest of her team takes that as their cue to leave, too.

chrissy levels him with a look, waiting until the last intern has left the room before speaking.

“eddie, i know you’re pissed right now. trust me, i would be too,” she says, using that tone eddie always hates—the one that makes it sound like she’s trying to placate a rabid dog. “but the label has invested a lot of money into you and they need you to put in some work right now. take a minute, take a breath, and then we’ll talk again. but we need to respond; we can figure out what that looks like. i’ll talk to nance… maybe we don’t need a joint appearance. maybe you can just make a statement.”

eddie knows there are a ton of people relying on this tour & this upcoming album. he knows the band doesn’t deserve the hit from this. but what is there to even say? he’s just so fucking angry about it.

“fine. i’ll make an appearance. but i won’t, under any circumstances, be seen with him,” eddie tells her firmly. he slides his sunglasses back onto his face before pushing himself out of his chair and making his way over to the door. “just tell me when and where. and make sure nancy doesn’t make me sound like a fucking idiot.”

“great,” chrissy smiles so bright she looks like a teenager again. “i’ll talk to nancy. we’ll figure it out.”

any reassurance eddie feels is washed away by a renewed sense of annoyance when he sees steve waiting for him in the lobby, still wearing his pastel yellow sweater vest, drinking a purple smoothie from a straw and scrolling on his phone. he’s laughing at something on the screen and the sunlight comes through the huge front windows just right, making him glow golden, and eddie just feels something inside him twist unpleasantly.

steve looks up then to see eddie coming, but eddie breezes past him to the sidewalk. steve jumps up to follow, handing the valet their ticket. when the car finally pulls up, eddie says, “no liquids in the car,” before sliding into the back seat.

he sees steve shrug before smiling at the valet and handing him his half empty smoothie to dispose of and a tip.

the car ride home is silent. eddie practically leaps from the car before it’s even come to a stop when they pull into the driveway. there are packages on the table in the foyer, likely brought in by the security guy at the gate. “grab those,” eddie tells steve with a wave of his hand.

steve follows eddie into the kitchen, arms laden with paper bags and boxes. most of it, eddie knows, is free product and merch, stuff he never uses and mostly stuff he doesn’t even want. steve places the packages on the counter and watches as eddie sifts through them, clearly looking for something.

“do you want lunch?” steve asks. eddie ignores him, finally finding the package he’d ordered earlier today. he flings it across the kitchen island toward steve on the other side.

steve catches the package in his hands and arches an eyebrow.

“open it,” eddie tells him, nodding at paper wrapping. he opens the fridge to pull out a bottle of water and takes a long sip as he watches steve’s fingers tear at the brown paper.

once the package is open, steve huffs out a laugh, barely a breath, before holding up a bright pink cat collar with a tiny bell attached. he shakes it in the air, making the bell tinkle. the collar clearly will not fit him.

“fuck you, man,” steve says, still smiling.

“fuck you, too,” eddie says.

and then he leaves the kitchen.

part three

[suhtorus]

cannibalism. gojo satoru

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ non sorcerers au, slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo son (no eldest nor baby gojo cameo). inspired by that tiktok >⩊<

little sunshines au

"i think it's time."

your husband's tone has you placing your book down on your lap at the concerning amount of seriousness seeping from it. it's unusual to hear him (or see him) this humorless, so your heart sinks a little in panic.

"wha–"

the words die down in your mouth when he pushes your youngest son forward.

"repeat what you said."

your son's blue eyes glance at his dad, doubtful, before switching to you.

"what's mochi?"

satoru lets out a disappointed sigh, rubbing his temples as he seems to need a moment to collect himself. but all you can seem to convey is confusion, your toddler looking back and forth between you and your husband, not understanding what's going on.

"explain to me how a child of mine does not know what mochi is." satoru walks in circles around the living room before stopping abruptly with an accusatory finger pointed at you. "this is–"

"satoru gojo, don't point your finger at me."

"yes. sorry, honey." he immediately drops his arm and pouts. "when he thought his name was mochi, I thought it was hilarious. it was cute! but this?"

ignoring the weird rant from your husband, you pull your son closer and offer the explanation he's waiting for.

"it's a sweet treat." you say softly, his little mouth parting in understanding. "but papa and I call you and your siblings 'mochi' because we think it's cute."

"swee-tree!" he claps enthusiastically, a happy grin on his face.

he knows what a sweet treat is. he makes sure to pout extra extra hard to get his dad to give him an extra cookie for snack time.

craddling your son in your arms, you head to the kitchen and get the mochi from the freezer, leaving a sulking satoru behind.

"this... is mochi."

the powdery ball of rice sits on the palm of your hand like an offering to your toddler, his gaze curious before breaking into a cheeky grin.

"me!"

he leans forward, and you watch his baby teeth sink into the soft exterior, the mochi melting around his parted lips. the taste quickly hits his taste buds, and the reaction is immediate: an expression full of awe that you've never seen before on him—you can even see his pupils dilating.

"woah..." a mere whisper, but it's heavy with the innocence of child-like wonder.

"is it good?"

"yummy!" he bites again, his little face brightening up with each bite. "mochi loves mochi, mama."

your heart grows warm at his silly words, wondering how come you never thought of this before. your eldest tried it years ago, before your toddler was born, so it must've slipped your mind.

fed up with being left behind, satoru joins you in the kitchen and butts in, staring at the box of mochi with stars in his eyes as he reaches for one.

"can I try?" the question is clearly rethoricall since he takes the bite-sized mochi in his mouth without waiting for a reply.

but your little one squeals in horror, his chubby little hands closing around the fabric of your shirt and looking shaken to the core.

"nooooooo!" he's overcome with despair, dramatically letting his small body fall against your chest as if he just got wounded. he turns to look at you pleadingly, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. "papa eat me! papa eat mochi!"

"bwaby–"

satoru is devastated for the rest of the day, your son giving him a nasty side-eye whenever he gets too close to his liking.

your husband tries to reach out to him, wide-eyed and with a mouthful of mochi, only to have your son recoil away from his open arms.

an amused snort escapes you. "yeah... i don't think that's a good idea."