#it hasnt been reread

[kevin-day-is-bi]

i just saw that halloween ask game you're doing for this month 👀👀

so trick or treat, dealers choice on ship 🥰🍬

- mel 💜

Dick absentmindedly pressed on the cut on his arm as he watched his target. The man was standing in a small office in a warehouse, talking on the phone. He didn't look happy. Dick could relate.

"Nightwing, report. Your tracker is offline."

Ah, that had been an argument and a half. Of course, if Bruce would stop sneaking tracers onto Dick's suit, Dick wouldn't have to keep ruining them. They couldn't be cheap.

"I'm on a case."

"Your tracker should be online. I need to know your location."

In the window, the man hung up the phone. He was smug now. He had never made that expression, before.

"No, you don't," Dick responded, before pulling the comm out of his ear. He glared at the device in his hand before gently tucking it away in a pocket.

The man was gone. Dick straightened. This could be a chance to place a bug in his office. Not really Dick's style, honestly. He preferred the physicality. But with any luck, he wouldn't have to get physically near the man ever again. Without fully meaning to, he pressed on his wound again.

He heard the footsteps a split second before the voice spoke.

"You're getting awfully snoopy, dick."

Dick stood from his crouch slowly, hands out and low. He turned head first, the sight of the white streak of hair still sending a wave of shock through his heart.

"Jason."

Jason had a gun aimed at his head. Not particularly surprising. Dick had been trained out of being startled by guns a long time ago, but that didn't mean he was stupid. It was still a loaded gun.

"You have ten seconds to say what you're doing here."

"I wanted to...to see you." Dick was a little unhappy to be so truthful so early. He wanted to fire a quip off, maybe some clever wordplay.

Jason cocked the gun. He wouldn't shoot Dick. Maybe.

"Why."

God, Jason looked...he looked exactly how he was supposed to. The rage that had been present in his fifteen-year-old self had looked so out of place, but now the hard line of his mouth fit him perfectly.

"I want you to-"

Come home. No. Dick didn't, really. The Manor hadn't been his home in a while, longer than it hadn't been Jason's. And what would that achieve? An argument ending in a fight ending in a trail of bodies. Dick didn't want Bruce to have Jason. He wanted to have Jason.

"I just needed to-to make sure it was..."

Jason tilted his head, looking every inch the villain that the Red Hood's file painted him out to be.

"I'm sure the old man ran a dozen tests to make sure it was me."

No, that wasn't what Dick meant. He couldn't find the words, didn't really want to find the words. Jason had sliced open Dick's arm. Dick had felt him, felt the warmth of his skin, the solidity of his body. Dick...missed that, maybe? Having Jason close again had felt like a drug, and now Dick was pretending he wasn't craving it.

He hadn't touched Jason all that much before his death. Too much teenage angst, not enough clear roads between Blüdhaven and Gotham. There was no precedent for this.

"I missed you," Dick said, aiming for honesty. As close to it as he felt capable of getting.

Jason laughed. It was a creepy sound that died too soon in the cold air.

"Last time you saw me I beat your ass. Time before that you didn't know it was me. Time before that I was fifteen. You either have a death wish or haven't gotten the message yet. Robin doesn't exist anymore." Jason's shoulders stayed low and his voice remained even. He sounded a little bored, actually. It felt like there was a hook behind Dick's ribcage, yanking him forward. He needed to be interesting. He couldn't have Jason leave again.

"The first thing," Dick said before he had really planned to say anything at all.

Jason scoffed. Dick kept going, distantly aware of the fact that he was tripping down sentences without actually knowing where he was going. "Maybe you're just really good at fighting. All my bad guys this week were too easy."

Jason's chin dropped. Dick had been rubbing the bandage on his arm against his hip without realizing it.

The gun wobbled. Jason's chest rose and fell.

"Take off your mask."

Dick blinked. This felt like a test. Slowly, he reached up and peeled the mask off. It hurt like hell, and he was left blinking in the altered light. Jason kept the gun trained on him.

"Say it again. Look at me and tell me again why you're here."

This was Dick's chance. Honesty could win. He still wasn't sure what winning meant, but whatever. He would make it work. He stared at Jason's mask and said,

"I miss you."

"What's your goal here?" Jason sounded amused, which wasn't what Dick had been aiming for at all. Annoyance and frustration mixed in his stomach.

"I don't know, okay? I just-" Dick gestured helplessly. Jason's face, half amused and half blank, was no help. "I want...I want you..."

He had nothing else.

Jason's face was doing something complicated. His mouth couldn't seem to agree with what his forehead wanted to do.

"Will you do anything to have me?" Jason's voice was a little too loud now.

Dick hesitated. He imagined Jason pressing the gun into his hand and shuddered.

"No," he whispered.

"No, you wouldn't...let's say for example, shoot a drug dealer for me."

Dick felt sick. There was something about that for me that made him want it horribly. He wanted to do things for Jason.

"Oh," Jason said, and then he started laughing so hard that the gun wavered. "Oh, if only Bats could see you now. That's pretty damn pathetic."

Dick needed to leave. He had well and truly lost control of the situation, and he needed to get the hell out. But when he started to take a step back, the gun went back to being steadily present.

"Don't. I will shoot you." Dick froze. Jason started moving forward, each step solid and loud. "I think we should play a game. You want me, huh? Then let's see what you're willing to do to get me."

Dick contemplated what would happen if he hurled himself off the roof.

"On your knees."

Dick dropped to his knees. This was a very bad idea.

"Take out your escrima sticks and toss 'em over here."

Dick hesitated for half a second before doing so.

"Unzip your suit. To your stomach." Dick's pause didn't go unnoticed and Jason sighed. "You used to wear that stupid suit where the neckline when halfway down your torso. Don't get shy now."

Dick undid the hidden catches and pulled the zipper down. And then, for good measure, he pulled his arms out so he was topless. He needed some sense of agency.

Of course, now Jason was masked, armed, fully dressed, and standing above Dick. Dick obviously could fight like this, but there was something...

Jason kept moving until he was right in front of Dick, so close that he had to bend his elbow to keep the gun trained on him.

"Tell me again why you're here. The full reason."

It was so cold. Dick's stomach was churning.

"I miss you. I...I want you."

Jason's breath hitched. He was shaking. The shock of it made Dick's mouth drop open.

"Please come back to me," he whispered, barely knowing what he was saying.

Half certain Jason was going to blow his brains out for it, Dick reached out and laid a hand on Jason's knee. The nearness of him was intoxication. Dick wasn't really sure he would tell Jason no to just about anything right now. He wanted to see Jason's eyes.

The gun moved and Dick shut his eyes. Several seconds after a shot would've happened, the knee under his hand moved, and he opened them again. The gun had been sheathed. Jason crouched in front of him, face inches away. Dick could still feel the shaking.

"Are you cold?" he asked. He needed Jason to see that he cared about him, noticed the shivering, wanted to help.

"Always," Jason said, barely an actual word. Dick's heart broke, and then his thigh felt like it was on fire. He yelled, unprepared for the sudden pain, suddenly leaning on Jason as the pain spread. Jason's mouth was parted slightly. Dick looked down to see a knife embedded in his thigh. Jason wrenched it free and Dick made a breathless noise of horror. Jason ripped one of his gloves off and sliced the knife across his fingertips. Dick hadn't processed what was happening yet, his brain still stuck on "Jason stabbed me?", so he just watched as Jason shoved his bloody fingers into the wound. Dick screamed, the pain mounting and spreading in waves. He hadn't been prepared, he was usually better than this.

"You want me?" Jason asked, fingers still pressed into the gash. "Fucking have me."

His other hand came up to pull Dick closer, digging his face into Dick's neck, and then just as suddenly he stood, leaving Dick hunched over and breathing unsteadily. He held up his bloody hand.

"I'll treasure this. Maybe make a painting with it. The Failure of Yet Another Robin. Every time I see it, I'll remember how the original came crawling to me, thinking he could fix me."

Dick didn't understand what was happening. Jason's blood was inside him.

Jason brought his hand up to his face and his tongue flicked out, tasting the blood. Dick's stomach roiled. He was really beginning to think that wasn't disgust.

"Mm." Jason grinned. "Taste's like B's disappointment. I can't even tell our blood apart now."

He turned and walked away. Dick was starting to hyperventilate a little. He heard Jason's steps pause, and then, from a small distance away,

"Next time you come a-stalking, I'll see if you look this pretty with a bullet hole inside you."

[larabar]

some adau things ^^ he cheers barry on through the dreamgear

[crystallizsch]

A Reunion

yuusha tala x jamil viper (oc x canon) word count: 800+ words cw: n/a??? i guess??? pure fluff jumpscare. notes: takes place post-nrc, several years after graduation, both of them haven't kept in touch in all those years, inspired by this lmao.

Jamil Viper.

That was him alright. Right there. Standing straight and proud with an air of confidence. At least that's what it appeared to be. He always knew how to fool people.

But Yuusha had learned how to see through his disguise.

She had to admit, he'd changed — at least on the surface, mostly. But she still recognized him to be the same as ever. Jamil still kept his hair long — styled in intricate braids and decorated with golden accessories.

Oh, how she wanted to run her hands along those silky tresses again, hearing the soft bells ring that were tied in his hair.

And then he turned.

Shit.

The eye contact.

And Yuusha was entranced all over again, falling into the soft darkness of his eyes.

She was quite sure no magic was at play. Not this time.

The girl felt her breath hitch in her throat, her feet heavy and frozen in place, and her arms stuck to her sides. She couldn't move.

But she wanted to run. Run.

That's what she was good at anyway. It seemed like she also hadn't changed.

Would she run towards him or in the opposite direction of where he was?

Admittedly, the latter felt more tempting.

It didn't help that he decided to make the first move. Jamil walked with a strut in his step. He'd look so sure of himself if it weren't for the expression on his face betraying it.

Again, Yuusha could see past his disguise.

Run away. Just run. He doesn't deserve you.

Jamil stopped in front of her as if he was just meeting someone casually. Although looking at him, his face was plastered with so many emotions—guilt, sadness… relief?

He was the first to speak.

"Yuu, I—"

As if compelled by a powerful force, Yuusha pushed herself into his arms the moment his voice reached her ears. She let out a shaky breath as if she had been holding it in this entire time.

Jamil stood there momentarily stunned. He had expected a slap, a punch, some kind of verbal abuse, or simply just a pained look on her face that would guilt him to hell and back.

He didn't expect…

This.

Yuusha didn't expect to fold this way either. All her feelings of anger, bitterness, and resignation throughout the years dissipated as soon as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She missed him. She missed him so much.

There was a heaviness in her heart that was lifted. A heaviness she didn't even realize she had been carrying.

Jamil's arms awkwardly floated around her sides, not knowing what to do with them. When she embraced him tighter, he finally felt his disposition crumble against his will.

His arms snaked around Yuusha like a whiplash, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd gotten taller since then. It was funny seeing their height difference now, although Yuusha was still fairly taller than the average girl.

Jamil thought this to himself as if to try to distract himself from tears forming in his eyes.

He hated to admit it, but he missed this just as much. He missed her embrace. He missed her presence.

But Jamil had no room to talk because he had caused this anyway. He was the one who had denied himself these feelings.

They didn't know how much time had passed until they decided to finally, regrettably, pull apart. Both of their faces were visibly flushed.

Yuusha sniffled with a teasing smile on her face. "It's been a while, vice housewarden."

"You can't call me that anymore… prefect," Jamil quipped back.

Yuusha let out a genuine laugh.

He missed that too — their banter. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way her eyes flickered with mischief, and how her lips quirked up with childlike joy.

It was as if all those years without each other were nothing but a blink in the grand scheme of things.

Jamil didn't want to lose this again. Not anymore. He'd make sure of it this time.

[hesitantsorrows]

I miss u baby John 😌

[transmasccofee]

i should draw aiura for her birthdayy <33333 lovheer

[aloera]

aloera oh my fucking god (<- just woke up to the notification of a new aloera fic posted (r/offmychest) and read it immediately ofc)

aloera OH M Y G O D

aloera OH MY FFUCKINJ GOF

anyway ty for sharing you are the captain of krbk fics to me it is literally a law of nature that i will read the fic as soon as i see the notif i d o n o t c a r e what is going on irl i will sit in the corner with my phone and READ do not talk to me so yeah. ty lol <3

you are. so sweet shut up i had the same oh my god reaction reading this... this means so much to me!!! i appreciate it so much!!!! i am so grateful that we r all unfortunately still stuck in the krbk pit even in 2024!!!! mwah <333333 thank u sm for reading im glad you enjoyed it

[absyyynth]

even vicky knows they have divorced energy

[ge]

i dont care how out of character it would be i need chung myung to give his kids a big fat kiss on the forehead

sniffles.. if life had been kinder to him, chung myung could have gotten to be the grandpa he was always meant to be..

very cute to imagine if the disciples r all weary and worn and upset for whatever reason, chung myung gives them a casual paternal forehead kiss and it immediately boosts morale despite them being confused as hell about it

[i-will-physically-fight-you]

I am trying to keep vent posts off this blog, because I don't find it helpful to my psyche if you see me post something and then delete it later on do not perceive me but I just wanted to share a brief update on this blog.

I'm still working through processing a lot of things from 2023, tbh. Healing is not linear, much to my greatest annoyance and being in a new environment these past four months have brought about a lot of stresses and concerns for what I want to achieve for my future.

I've expressed this before on this blog, but back in 2019, I dealt with a lot of passive suicidal ideation. I was able to overcome that, but it still affects me from time to time. I want to make it clear that I have not ever actively sought out to take my own life (I ironically have a fear of death lol) and I have been in therapy for awhile now. But there has always been a small part of me that has not expected to make it this far in life--and that severely impacts how I occasionally view living and doing things.

All that to say, I do have a desire to engage in writing soon and I'm currently working on trying to establish better habits with my sleep and social media engagement. My spring semester is coming to an end soon, which will lessen some stress in my life for a short while before I take up summer classes.

[crimeronan]

finally swallowing my dread and rereading my 59k owl house wip to remember what's happening n reconnect with it so i can write the next chapter and...... y'all it's. so fucking good. what the fuck. it's SO fucking good it's so good it's so good what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. i mean obviously there's bias in that it's targeted toward my exact interests and exact preferred character dynamics because i wrote it (summer kitkat is a stranger to me. and yet they knew me so well. almost like we're the same person. soulmates). and like on the one hand it BETTER fucking be good because i've sunk an average of like 12 hours Per Chapter into obsessing over the linguistic flow of every individual goddamn fucking sentence, because for some reason i decided i'm pouring the Entirety of my 26 years of study n craft into one ambitious project, but. on the Other hand. IT'S. SO GOOD. SO GOODDDDD I'M LOSING MY MIND. I LAST UPDATED FOUR MONTHS AGO AND HAVE BRAIN HOLES SO I'M GETTING A MOSTLY-READER-FACING EXPERIENCE AND IT'S SOOOO GOOOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I'M ENJOYING MYSELF i was not expecting this. my expectation was that i wouldn't connect with the story much and that i'd just experience even more mounting dread over my inability to complete it but instead i'm kicking my feet and wiggling around like oh i know EXACTLY what needs to happen and how these arcs need to resolve and what conflicts need to be hashed out and i'm so so so excited all over again about writing it. hunter needs to shout at darius so bad it's Fucking Unreal. and i get to imagine it with my BRAIN. and then put it on PAPER. and make people SUFFER. i am ALIVE

[mantisgodsdomain]

Sometimes we will write something and it becomes immediately apparent within a few paragraphs that we are the kind of person who reads philosophy textbooks for fun

[botseeksbot]

[winter-wilds]

Do you think, when Scar found out that he and Grian were soul bound, he felt sad?

He had so willingly accepted Grian giving him food, sticking around, spending time with him. Soulmates weren't necessary, he had Grian. Grian, who willingly came along with him. Grian, who was following his whims just like he used to. After last life, he worried Grian would never let him in again, yet here he was with open arms. It was the two of them (and other friends!) against the world. Everything was right again.

And as he watches blood trickle down Grian's forehead, his head aching sharply, the hope drains out of him. It had just been obligation. Grian tells him how he figured it out, and Scar pretends he doesn't understand what the yelling must have been about, pretends he doesn't notice when Grian suddenly changes the topic he brought up. Maybe it'll be okay, he dares to hope. Obligation or not, he was still being nice again. I've missed him.

But that hope dies quickly, too. And Scar's not alone, but he's still by himself, left to stew in his grief and try to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

[maochira]

I post very little (pretty much not at all) about Bachira, and considering the fact my blogname is a mix of my and his name maybe I should do it more often😔

[1nindroid]

oh my GOD the autocorrect I used to patch up older chapters changed when Vex said "my Lord" to "my Love"!!! New readers must be so confused

[gibbearish]

ok i finished the first chapter and am gonna take a break now but im v excited to keep reading im really liking the way the author looks at things so far