#or deactivate tomorrow morning

[coridallasmultipass]

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[snailvis]

*weak, broken shell thrusts towards the light* sneh heh.. snooks like.. i've snoah'd my last snama... snank you, sneveryone. snoodbye. snummina snummina snummima

[yanderespamton78]

Fucking HELP ME GUYS one of my best friends who I talk to basically 24/7 hasn't replied or has any messages I've sent to him deliver in 36 FUCKING HOURS now I'm genuinely starting to get concerned about him where the flying fanny flap is he I wanna talk to my bestie

[zooblesbutchpuppygirl]

I'm sorry this is probably the last time I'm going to bring this up but wow getting that ask this morning really fucked me up bad for some reason

[goldfades]

sweet on you | JOE BURROW⁹

⟢ ┈ summary

meeting in the hallways of a sleepy high school in southern ohio, where the football field stretched out like the promise of something bigger, and your laughter echoed louder than the morning bell. you and joe were never just a couple—you were a team, the kind of love story that grew roots in friday night lights and blossomed with every whispered dream of the future. by the time LSU claimed its victory, joe stood on top of the world, a championship ring in one hand and a velvet ring box in the other. it wasn’t just his moment—it was yours, the culmination of years spent building a life you knew you both couldn’t live without.

under a sky glittering with confetti and possibility, he asked the question, and you said yes with a smile that outshone the stadium lights. from the thrill of wedding vows and quiet mornings with coffee to the chaos of raising kids who somehow inherit his tenacity and your charm, every chapter is a testament to the kind of love that grows richer with time—like tennessee whiskey, smooth and strong.

⟢ ┈ playlist

⟢ ┈ characters

⟢ ┈ ev's notes

this series was a whim of the moment type of thing, but i've really been in my joe burrow era and decided that tumblr needed another husband!joe series. if you guys have been keeping up with me, i was looking for this particular series by one of my favorite authors - only to find out they deactivated.

one of my favorite series EVER was a joe burrow one and it was like this series of joe and reader being super cute and having kids and stuff, and i decided to recreate it slightly. of course it's not gonna be copy and paste (cause they deactivated) and where's the fun in that? anyway, this is very self indulgent but! i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. i love you guys! enjoy!

note: i'll try and put the chapters in chronological order, but i will probably be posting little bits and pieces whenever i feel inspired.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | forever begins. summary your engagement under the stadium lights, after lsu beat clemson 42-25, claiming the national championship.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | all my tomorrows. summary your wedding day - from start to (semi) finish. a night woven with love and laughter, where heartfelt speeches echo through the air. joe and y/n’s wedding glows with tenderness, from ja'marr’s playful tribute to y/n’s unshakable place in joe’s heart, to your best's teary words of lifelong friendship.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | surprise! summary you and joe had just come back from your honeymoon in barbados, you may have had a little too much fun. when you see the faint lines in the little white stick, your whole world flipped on its axis.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | baby shower. summary your baby shower gets a little overwhelming for you and joe.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 | domestic bliss!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 | gender reveal!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 | honeymoon! (NSFW)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | baby time!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | meeting hayes

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 | thanksgiving

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 | friday night lights

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | anniversary!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | a bengal welcome!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | valentine's day!

blurbs

fluffy moments in nursery

a win with the baby

just joe and baby

playful argument about names

mvp speech

[handsmotif]

hmm well if i am making icon sets again maybe i should have a dedicated page for them on my blog. like a master list of sorts.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

part 2 of the dinner scene in this ongoing au! first part here! third part here! fourth part here! fifth part here! sixth part here! seventh part here! eighth part here!

there's a masterlist now!

*very early morning, the next day*

*odysseus is making his way back down to the hidden cove*

(he totally wasn't kicked sent out their marriage bed by penelope, who was giggling to herself saying how "he should be excited to go and invite his friend to family dinner")

odysseus: *mumbling to himself* how do you even invite a god to a dinner? especially one that hunted you for 10 years?

odysseus: *arrives at the cove's beach*

odysseus: *sighs* well here goes nothing

odysseus: *looking out to the sea* poseidon! i again need to speak with you about something!

*unlike last time poseidon doesn't appear straight away*

odysseus: poseidon!

*still nothing*

odysseus: *rolling his eyes* do i really have to?

odysseus: *red eyes activated* POSEIDO-

*the water starts moving and poseidon is coming out it, and looks...sleepy?*

poseidon: *holding up his hands* i'm here! i'm here! please turn off the red eyes...

odysseus: *red eyes deactivated*

odysseus: ...well what took you so long to answer? you're normally much quicker

poseidon: *yawning* gods sleep too y'know?

odysseus: *surprised* ...oh, uh-

poseidon: -let's just get to the point. what do you need this time, king of ithaca?

odysseus: um.. dinner?

poseidon: *squinting at odysseus*

poseidon: *starts being salty* you woke me up before helios himself has taken to the sky? to get you DINNER?

odysseus: *starts being snarky back* oh yeah! my first thought of the day was, i could really go for dinner now instead of breakfast, GUESS I'D BETTER GO CALL POSEIDON

poseidon: *eye twitching* listen here you little shi-

odysseus: I'M INVITING YOU TO DINNER YOU-

poseidon: *pointing at odysseus* YOU JUST SAID "DINNER" NOTHING ELSE-

poseidon: *now confused* -wait, why are you inviting me to dinner?

odysseus: *sighing and holding the bridge of his nose* look telemachus wants to have a family dinner-

poseidon: *pointing at himself* family?!?

odysseus: -AND he wants me to invite my "friend"

poseidon:

poseidon: ...and if i refuse?

odysseus: *sighs again* look- i know we're not friends, but my son thinks we are.

odysseus: *now looking at poseidon* and as much as i hate to admit it, you really impressed him when he met you

odysseus: *looking down & speaking under his breath* hades knows why-

odysseus: *back to looking at poseidon* so im not gonna force you this time. but i am just going to ask you, if you would please come to dinner?

odysseus: *with pleading eyes* i understand you don't want to do it for me. however as a father speaking to another father, could you please do this for my son?

poseidon: *closes his eyes*

poseidon: *thinking he could just say no and go back home,,, but-*

poseidon: ... i accept.

odysseus: *in genuine shock* thank yo-

poseidon: *grins* i mean obviously your son is smarter than you, he sees just how great i am. clearly he gets that from his mother and not you.

odysseus: *regretting asking* (¬_¬)

poseidon: so when is this "family" dinner?

odysseus: tomorrow evening.

poseidon: tomorrow evening then. i will take my leave for now.

poseidon: *turning back to head back into the sea*

odysseus: *grins remembering something* oh i just remembered my son will be bringing his friend too

poseidon: *without looking back & waving his hand in a not worried motion* i'm not bothered by another mortal odysseus

odysseus: *shit-eating grin gets bigger* oh no, i'm sure you're not...

odysseus: *in a sing-song voice* this is however no mortal though~

poseidon: *stops*

poseidon: *turns with slight worry* what do you mean no mortal?

odysseus: oh you know, its only... athena.

poseidon: ATHENA?!

odysseus: well i'd best be getting back! don't forgot tomorrow evening poseidon!~

odysseus: *runs back to the palace laughing*

poseidon: ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!

so.... part 3 coming soon! part 3 is here!

(listen i know i said two parts but i ran away with these two and their bickering)

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

Heeeellloo ;-)

I adore the way ypu write for our favorite Squid Game Charas! Do you mind writing for Season 2 masked officer the one with the totally stylish pink stripe on the black suit one - some family fluff like take your kid to work day and he ends up trying to keep his very energetic set of one boy and one girl twins on line after a circle guard gave them some candy?

YES

Bring Your Kid To Work Day

Character: Black Guard X fem!reader

summary: Let's name him...Square. Square has to take his kids to work, trying to keep them under control while they're on a sugar kick.

Warnings: Hyper Ass Children. (kids are 2, they're twins)

The Front Man was going to kill him.

Square—one of the elite masked officers with the sleek pink stripe on his uniform—stood frozen in the control room, watching absolute chaos unfold on the security monitors. The chaos in question? A pair of tiny, sugar-fueled twins rampaging through the facility like adorable, giggling cyclones.

Jae-San and Ji-Ra, his two-year-old twins, had been relatively well-behaved when he brought them in that morning. He had even packed their favorite plushies, snacks, and coloring books to keep them occupied in his office. It was supposed to be a quiet, uneventful day where they’d nap in a corner while he worked.

And then a circle guard gave them candy.

It had only been a single piece each, but it was enough to turn his sweet little toddlers into gremlins.

“Appa! Look, look!” Ji-Ra shrieked as she zoomed past a group of workers, waving a clipboard she had stolen from someone’s desk.

Jae-San, not to be outdone, was climbing onto the VIP lounge couch like a victorious mountaineer. “I king! I king!” he declared before tumbling off onto the plush carpet. Thankfully, he bounced right back up, laughing.

Square groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose beneath his mask. How was he going to contain this disaster before the Front Man saw?

Taking a deep breath, he stepped into action. “Jae-San! Ji-Ra! Come here right now!” he called, his authoritative officer tone slipping into full-blown dad mode.

The twins immediately stopped their antics, exchanging a look before breaking into mischievous giggles and running in opposite directions.

“Of course,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

The next hour was a blur of attempted containment.

One minute, Jae-San was hijacking a circle guard’s taser (thankfully deactivated), waving it around like a sword. The next, Ji-Ra had somehow climbed onto the Front Man’s chair and was spinning in it gleefully. A triangle guard tried to intervene but quickly retreated when Ji-Ra hit him with the full force of her puppy-dog eyes. Even the usually intimidating masked officers weren’t immune.

Finally, Square managed to corner them in the break room. Both twins sat on the floor, wide-eyed and panting from their sugar-induced escapades.

“Are you two done?” he asked, arms crossed.

Ji-Ra grinned up at him. “More candy?”

“No. Absolutely not.”

Jae-San pouted. “But we fun, Appa!”

Square sighed and crouched down, pulling them into a hug. “Yes, but Appa almost got in big trouble because of you two. You have to listen, okay?”

The twins nodded solemnly before Ji-Ra leaned in. “Sorry, Appa. We be good now.”

Square exhaled in relief. “Good.”

Just then, the door opened. The masked Front Man stood there, silent as ever.

Square tensed. This was it. He was dead.

The Front Man glanced down at the twins, who immediately beamed up at him. Then, without a word, he turned and walked away.

Square slumped against the wall in exhaustion. That was too close.

Jae-San tugged at his sleeve. “Appa?”

“Yes, buddy?”

“Can we come tomorrow too?”

“…Absolutely not.”

[solaiced]

CASE 8: THE STRONGEST OF THIS GENERATION IN BED.

!content!: dubcon since ur drunk, nervous gojo, set after the sorcerers' graduation, drinking, poisoning? and gojo has a crush on you.

wc: 651

solace: not posting day 6 and 7 yet 💔

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"Stop it, Gojo" was your motto.

Everyday, without fail, Satoru "insufferable" Gojo was there to annoy you. He loved your reactions.

The way your eye twitched each time he spoke, and your mouth contorted in an inevitable pout.

But this? This had gone too far. As you throw the bottle of "water" at Gojo, hitting a head shot you wouldve celebrated had you been sober, your vision blurs, stumbling.

And Gojo? He laughs.

Fucking laughs at your misery. He had replaced your water with absolute vodka, knowing you’d get drunk immediately.

But he still gets closer, still helps you get more stable, so that he can face your anger, fury, rage, everything.

"Stop it, Gojo..." You mumble as he puts you on the couch. He chuckles, closing your eyes.

”Sleep,” he says, "I'll wake you up, in the morning." He assures, kissing your cheek as he lays you down. You grumble but don't fight him. It’s useless against the Strongest.

"Don't kiss me." You wipe your cheek stubbornly and he frowns, grabbing your face and kissing you again. Gojo aggressively kisses you repeatedly, smothering you.

You shake your head, trying to get out of his grasp, and when you move, his lips fall on yours. A moment of silence blankets you until you both pull away, faces hot.

Gojo sputters a little apology, it's the first time you see him so... flustered? His face is red, pupils blown wide as he braces himself for a yelling session.

"Gojo." He jumps at his own name.

"Again." God, you should never drink again. It'll ruin your life. Seriously.

Gojo swallows nervously. It was embarrassing, the Strongest, nervous because of a simple girl.

He doesn’t move, doesn't heed your words, so, you pull him in and crash your dry lips against his soft ones, pulling a surprised moan out of his throat while he falls on you, trapping you in with his arms. You take that in stride, because you smile against his lips.

He pulls away forcefully, pushing you down.

“Wait, wait!” You groan, getting dizzy from his frantic panicking.

"Are you sure you want to? I mean, you're drunk, and -mmpf!" You cut him off by covering his mouth, eyes lidded low in lust as your hand travels under his pants and he yelps, activating Infinity and jumping off the bed. You narrow your eyes. Gojo fixes his messy hair.

"Answer me, give me your consent!" He begs, blue eyes almost glowing in the dimly lit room.

“I want to fuck you, Gojo Satoru." You place an emphasis on his name. “Turn off Infinity and let me ride you." You get up and prowl towards him with a predatory gaze.

The Strongest trembles in fear and anticipation for the first time ever. You want to fuck him? He's waited years for this moment to happen. Just ... differently. Like a date, or something.

“Satoru," You whisper, hand reaching for him, and he almost cums in his pants, his name on your lips should be the only word that you pronounce, "deactivate it, please." You beg, lips contorted into a pleading pout.

"Sit." He orders, turning his shield off. Gojo's voice is so commanding, you debate disobeying him or not. However, instead of being stubborn like usual, you obey and unbutton your top in advance, and Gojo fees like he ascended to Heaven as you take off your bra and reveal your perky tits, keeping his composure, he stands infront of you, unzipping his pants.

His cerulean eyes shine as they look down on you, “Open your legs.”

~~~~~

That was hours ago. Maybe two, maybe four. You can't remember. However, Satoru, you couldn't forget. His perfect cock drilled into you for hours on end, which sealed your fate for tomorrow; you shall not walk for a week, at least.

Rough fingers dig in the sides of your hips, “Are you spa-spacing out... hah, on me girl? That won't do." Satoru promises while a hand reaches for your clit, puffy and red from abuse, aka, pinching and his neatly groomed white hair grinding on the sensitive nub.

"Ngh-o! I’m soh-sorry!" You weakly swat his hands away, kicking your legs and mewling when his tips smacks on tor your g-spot, eyes crossing.

His answering laugh is cruel, lips puckering to kiss away at your tears of overstimulation.

“Don’t be, baby, I’m-ah! Having so much fun with you.” His hot breath fanning your hot cheeks.

“Please!” You beg, nails digging into his hard shoulders, why was he so stupidly strong?! “Stop it, Gojo!” You can feel tears flowing down your cheeks once more, which Satoru wipes away with a little smile.

He thinks he’s never gone at it for so long. Six whole hours, and he thinks his dick is about to fall off. But he’s still going. He has to make up for lost time. He’s aiming to make you cum as much as he can until one of you passes out. Preferably you. Because he wants to take care of you.

However, at your cries of “stop” and “no more”, he doesn’t answer. He knows if you truly wanted it to stop, you could either easily push him off, or use the safe word. He’s reminded you multiple times of it, for fear that you forgot, but it’s obvious you don’t want it.

Satoru can feel his voice breaking as he coos little praises to you, how good you are for him, and how long he’s waited for this. Yet he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to. Hell, he’s got reverse cursed technique. He can go for days on end.

That said, he is careful as he thrusts into you, tip bullying your g-spot over and over again. Satoru loves the way your cunt flutters around him, the way it squeezes when he grinds his hips deep into you, and most importantly, he loves you.

Satoru can’t help but dig his fingers harder into the fat of your hips, mumbling your name under his breath. He’s cum once before you, and you suffered the consequences. This would not be the first time.

“Satoru!” Your mouth falls open as you cum for the… which one was this, again? Fuck, you lost count at the fifth one.

“Fuck, fuck, sweetie, please…” He begs for nothing, can’t stop, couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

As he presses his hips flush to yours for a final time, you scream, “Purple!” And his eyes shoot open, shit, what did he do?

He stops, denying his own orgasm for you. “Did I do something wrong?” He pulls out, making the both of you wince.

“Don’t, don’t cum inside.” You felt guilty, but you didn’t have plan B and he didn’t wear a condom. While you trusted Satoru to not have some sexual disease, you didn’t trust his cum.

“Fuck, I thought I hurt you. Okay, I won’t. I’ll buy you plan B tomorrow, ‘Kay? Just incase.” He pauses, hand around the thick appendage that was just inside of you, somehow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head, although you felt very sore. “I’m fine, let me help you.” You swat away his hand and jerk him off with quick movements.

Satoru chokes on his spit, the quick movements too sudden as he grabs your wrist to stop you, the most pathetic whine dragging out his throat.

“N-not too fast.” He requests, nestling his head in your neck and tickling the underside of your jaw.

“No mercy. You didn’t give me any.” You push him down, spitting on his tip to ease your jerking.

“Wait, stttopp–“ His hips stutter, stuck between chasing the pleasure and shying away from you, his hands reaching for you.

“Don’t touch me, and I’ll have a bit of mercy on you.” Satoru groans, hands gripping the sheets instead.

“Good.” You continue, covering his tip with your other hand’s palm, the motions making him quiver.

“W-where did you- oh!” The white haired man’s cock spurts out a rope of cum, hips jerking up.

“Seriously?” You ask, groaning. “Guess I’ll clean you up. As always, hm?” You hum, tongue peeking out to lick him up.

“N-no! Oh my god!” His back arches at the stimulation, hands grabbing your hair to yank you off. He realises his mistake too late, eyes widening slowly.

“Well, I suppose you know your wrongdoing?” He nods shakily.

“No mercy.” You giggle sinisterly, straddling his lap.

~~~~~~

Satoru flops backwards, you in tow. You both breathe heavily, spent by the last hour(s?) of pure debauchery.

“Hah, I’m never underestimating you ever again.” Satoru huffs, arms wrapped around you like a protective barrier against outside threats.

“You used to underestimate me?” You repeat, bewildered.

“Uhhhh…” He whistles, looking away innocently.

“That’s it, we’re going again.”

“NOO!”

[eternallyordinary]

"He Belongs to You" - Part 21

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Series Masterlist<3

Summary: A vow is made, a line is crossed, and the search tightens—no one will escape untouched.

Warnings: violence, language, possessive love, death, trauma, kidnapping, mental illness, blood, grapic details

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Ashley’s phone rings.

She’s in the back of a black Vought SUV, halfway through a bottle of antacids and an iced coffee that’s already gone warm, scrolling through tomorrow’s media schedule. Another charity gala. Another staged crime scene. Another 5 a.m. interview for a supe who can’t form a sentence without threatening a cameraman.

The screen lights up.

HOMELANDER

Her breath catches. He never calls. Not unless something’s wrong. She answers immediately, voice tight but composed.

“Hi—”

“I need you at the convention center. Now.”

Her stomach drops.

“Is everything alright?”

A long pause.

Then—

“No.”

Click.

The call ends.

Ashley’s hands are already shaking as she throws her tablet aside and barks at the driver to turn around. She doesn’t know what she’s walking into. But whatever it is… she knows she has to clean it up.

—

The mess is everywhere.

Not just the blood on the floor.

Not just the crater Homelander kicked through the steel door. Like it was cardboard.

Ashley stands in the center of what can only be described as the aftermath of carnage.

The air still carries the weight of violence, thick with the ghost of screams and scorched flesh. The walls are scorched. The floor is stained. And yet here she is—heels planted in the blood-soaked carpet, trying to make sense of a massacre no PR spin could ever clean.

A white-noise generator hums in the corner. The smell of ozone and scorched plastic still hangs in the air. There's dried blood on the ceiling.

She’s surrounded by a sea of assistants, PR crisis managers, legal counsel, and an actual Pentagon liaison who won’t stop asking to “speak to Homelander.”

“He’s not available!” Ashley snaps for the third time.

She presses her earpiece.

“I don’t give a fuck if the NSA wants to flag it. Tell them it’s a fucking Vought energy weapons test gone wrong. Blame it on Black Noir. Just do your fucking job!"

She turns back to the man from the White House. He looks pale.

“We’ve already deactivated all press badges that were active that night. Anyone who steps forward gets sued for libel before they can say the word ‘Homelander.’ Are we clear?”

The man just nods. What else can he do?

The President has called her personally. Twice. And Ashley has had to spin the same story—over and over again.

It was a glitch.

A test gone wrong.

A private altercation involving a rogue foreign operative who has since been dealt with.

It’s all bullshit.

And everyone knows it.

But no one dares say it out loud.

Because if the public finds out that a member of The Seven has vanished without a trace, and that Homelander killed federal agents in the aftermath…

That’s not just bad optics.

That’s nuclear.

Ashley watches men in hazmat suits carry out a body bag—what’s left of the agent Homelander punched through the chest. She sighs, rubs her temples, and mutters to herself.

“At this point, I need a priest, not a PR team.”

—

10 Days Later

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Ten days since you disappeared without a trace.

Ten days since your phone was found shattered, your bag abandoned, your name erased from the itinerary of the event you never made it to.

Ten days since Homelander lasered through federal agents inside a private safe room—without warning.

No one dares speak your name in the halls. Not even in whispers.

Because if he hears it…

God, help whoever says it wrong.

Meanwhile, The Seven are restless.

They’ve been instructed to keep appearances up—press junkets, morning show appearances, and two staged crime scene clean-ups—but there’s an unspoken tension in the air.

They feel his absence.

When Homelander’s in the room, you know where the danger is. But when he’s not…

It's like waiting for lightening to strike.

Sage sits with A-Train and The Deep in the Vought Tower breakroom, though the word break feels like a joke at this point.

The overhead lights buzz faintly, too bright against the sterile white tile. A-Train is hunched over a protein shake he hasn’t touched. The Deep picks at a bowl of cold cereal like it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat. No one speaks for a long time.

The room is too quiet—too still—for a space usually filled with banter, gossip, and casual ego-stroking. But ever since you went missing, everything’s shifted.

The Seven aren’t acting like gods anymore. They’re acting like people trapped in a building with something that could explode at any second. A ticking time bomb in the form of a man.

Sage finally breaks the silence.

“He’s unraveling.”

A-Train doesn’t look up. “Yeah, no shit.”

“He hasn’t said the bitches name once,” The Deep mutters. “Not out loud.”

“Because if he says it,” Sage says, folding her arms, “it’ll make it real.”

A beat passes.

A-Train shifts uncomfortably. “I heard he raided a remote airstrip in Alaska because someone mentioned a Vought transport went off radar near there. Killed the entire crew. They didn’t even know who she was…”

Silence.

Then—

“I think she's dead.” The Deep blurts, tone low, unsure if he even means it.

The door creaks.

And suddenly—he’s there.

Homelander.

He stands in the doorway, silent, unmoving.

His shadow cuts across the linoleum. His suit is wrinkled, stained. His eyes—bloodshot and rimmed with something that might be exhaustion or something much worse.

The Deep freezes.

Everyone does.

Sage is the first to recover, pushing off the counter, trying to look like she wasn’t just part of that conversation.

Homelander takes a single step into the room.

“What did you say?”

His voice is calm. The kind of calm that burns.

The Deep's mouth opens and closes like he’s forgotten how to speak.

“I didn’t—I mean, I wasn’t saying—”

“Say it again,” Homelander says, voice now dropping into something colder.

“I—I just—”

He walks forward slowly, each step deliberate, the room shrinking around them with every movement.

“Go ahead. Say it. Say she's dead.”

The Deep swallows hard, glancing toward the others like they might bail him out. No one does.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he mutters. “I just meant… it’s been a while. No sign. It’s looking…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

Homelander stands directly in front of him now, staring him down like he’s nothing more than dust.

“She’s not dead,” Homelander says softly. "But if she dies..."

He leans in, barely whispering now.

“You’ll all be dead, too.”

And just like that—he turns and walks out. The door swings shut behind him, echoing in the silence he leaves behind.

And no one says a word. They just look at each other.

Little do they know, you're somewhere out there…

Alive, but barely.

You don’t know how long you’ve been chained. The basement is cold. Quiet. Timeless.

And the man watching you—Eli’s brother, Andrew—talks to ghosts. Talks to his dead brother like he’s sitting right next to him, asking for advice.

He feeds you sometimes. Talks to you like you’re a doll. Other times, he disappears for hours, muttering about “setting the scene.”

You're not sure what that means. But it doesn't sound good.

Meanwhile, Homelander finds himself tearing through another abandoned facility, walls echoing with screams that don't last long.

Still no trace, but he won’t stop. And when he finds you—when he finally brings you home—he makes himself a promise: he’ll never, ever let you out of his sight again. Not for a second. Not for anything.

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[dsireland86]

Hiiiii! I’m such a Matt girly and I was wondering if you could write something where you travel to see Matt while he’s on tour for your birthday and he spends the day with you. He takes you to get a festive holiday Starbucks drink then surprises you by taking you to Barnes and noble and lets you do the 5 minute birthday challenge and then laughs at you bc your’e trying to carry too many books. I just need some fluff. I’m in a fluffy mood tonight for some reason. Thanks 🖤🖤🖤

Fluffy Matty! I really love this 😊He would spoil the hell out of his girl on her birthday!

For Her Birthday

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"Matt!" Noah yelled. "I heard you!"

Irritated, he made his way towards the front of the bus, not in the mood for stupid games today. It was his girl's birthday tomorrow and he was pissed he wasn't able to be with her. Instead, he was locked up in a metal tin can with four other dudes, feeling like a piece of crap for not being able to be with her for the most special day of her life. Even though he called her this morning and she told him that it was really okay and he could just make it up to her when he got home, it didn't make him feel any better. Being home was three more weeks away.

"What?" he said, tossing his hands up.

Grinning like an idiot, Noah moved to the side to relieve his surprise. Matt's girlfriend of two years stood behind him with the biggest grin on her face.

"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" he said, cracking a smile. The question was more of a statement than an actual question. Matt was playing it cool, but inside he was an excited mess.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, kissing him softly. Matt opened his arms, embracing her as she fell into them and tangled herself around him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of her body spray mixed with her natural odor while sighing deeply.

"I missed you, too much. I needed to see you, to hold you just like this."

Matt's heart skipped a beat and he smiled.

"I missed you, too, baby. More than you know."

She pulled back, looking at him before caressing the side of his face. The light Matt saw in her eyes had his heart beating a little faster, filling him with nothing but adoration for her. That night, they laid together in his bunk. Her head was on his chest and her hands were tucked in around him as he gently stroked her hair. Life felt perfectly perfect and Matt felt like the luckiest guy on the earth.

The bunk was cold when she woke up without Matt next to her. But even though she was alone, the scent of him on his pillow and on the blankets around her was all she needed to know he was close. And that was all she needed to feel at the moment; close to him as possible.

"It's too cold, Matty!" "You're always cold," he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "Here, put this on," handing her his blue Slipknot hoodie which she put on immediately. "Better?" "Better," she smiled.

Taking her hand, they walked hand in hand, close together, taking in all the holiday decorations and festivities going on around them. Matt hated the holidays, but since being in a relationship with someone who had a birthday two weeks before Christmas, it gave him a reason to somewhat enjoy it. She loved Christmas, which was to be expected. Watching her face light up and seeing the way she got excited when looking at decorations or anything Christmas related was the best part about the chaotic season. It made her happy and seeing her happy made Matt happy.

"So, I have a few things planned, some surprises." "Really?" "Yeah, really. It's your freaking birthday, of course I have something planned." "Oh, Matt, always the planner." He stopped turning to look at her. "Would you rather I plan nothing and we just wing it?" She shrugged as the corners of her mouth turned up. "I'm fine with winging it." Matt frowned. "But, I'm good with planning, too. I'm fine with any and everything as long as it includes you." She pressed her body against Matt, raising her face to kiss him. He met her halfway, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He managed to slip his tongue inside her mouth, licking her slightly enough for her to feel it deep in her core. "Happy birthday, baby." "Thank you," she said graciously against his lips. "I love you," he said when they parted. "I love you, more," she replied.

Starbucks always smelled heavenly, but today it smelled extra heavenly and it was all because of the man standing beside her with his arm around her waist. They were standing in line, waiting to order, eyes wandering everywhere. "Hot or cold?" Matt asked. "Mmm.... lukewarm?" Matt snickered. "I don't think that's an option, babe." "Fine," she said, sticking out her lip. "What are you getting?" "Cold." "Me too, then, but gingerbread flavor." "You sure?" Matt cocked an eyebrow as they took a step up to the register. "You mean you won't turn into a snowman that I'll have to defrost later?" Her lips pressed together, suppressing a laugh. "Oh, you can definitely defrost me later," she teased him, running her finger down his chest, noticing the slight red hue gracing his cheeks.

Realizing what he'd just said, Matt chuckled, adjusting his hat. "Okay, I deserved that."

She looped her arm through his, hugging it tightly as he ordered for the two of them. Minutes later, they were walking out of the coffee shop with two frozen Frappuccinos, one gingerbread and the other Java Chip. By the time they were finished, Matt was laughing, making fun of the way she was shivering so much.

"I hate you," playfully smacking him in the chest. "I love you, you beautiful woman," he said, kissing her forehead. "Thank you bringing me to my favorite coffee place." "You're welcome, but that's just one surprise." "There's more?" Her eyes grew wide. "Duh." She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "You're impossible." "Yeah, but you love me." "If you say so." "Hey!"

Matt tickled her sides, making her laugh and squeal.

Barnes and Nobles was busier than usual due to the holidays. Matt got knocked into a few times, making him bite the insides of cheeks to keep from yelling at the stupid heads and call them names. But looking at her, sorting through the massive amount of books in the fantasy section brought him a certain type of peace that helped calm him. She seemed to be in her own little world, completely oblivious to everything around her.

"Books are awesome, don't get me wrong," Matt said, shifting the stack in his arms. "But, babe, you already have two bookshelves full." "And, your point?" giving him a questioning look. "No point," he grinned. "Just an observation." "Yeah, that's what I thought," she jeered, poking his side, causing him to jerk and almost drop all of the books. "Payback." "You're going to regret that," Matt stated, fixing the books "Oh, I'm counting on it." Her words sent shivers down his spine, knowing very well what they meant.

A little while later at check-out, Matt piled all ten of her books on the counter, shaking his head. "Don't judge me, Dierkes. If you by one more piece of sound equipment, I'm gonna," "Okay, okay, fair enough," he laughed. After paying, Matt hooked his hand around hers, leading her back out into the winter cold.

The ducks ate the bread from her fingers, snatching each piece quickly before the other one could take it. She was laughing so hard, talking to them as if they were her kids and giving Matt a tiny glimpse into what their future together could look like. He loved her with every breath in him and he knew she loved him just the same, but was it enough?

"Okay, birthday challenge, let's go."

Matt stood up quickly, scaring the ducks away. They waddled off, quacking profusely as if cussing him out.

"What is the birthday challenge?" She took Matt's hand as he pulled her up from the ground. "The five minute birthday challenge. It's exactly how it sounds." Matt retrieved a balloon from his pocket and blew it up. "Okay, sure," she shrugged. "Alright, first challenge; keep the balloon up and don't let it hit the ground," he told her. "For how long," taking the blue balloon. "Until I say stop." "Oh, no," she groaned. "Oh, yes," Matt chuckled, pulling up the timer on his phone, "starting... now."

She tossed the balloon up, doing her best to keep it up despite the soft breeze's attempt to make her fail. Matt rooted for her, but now without picking on her first. After not even a full minute, the balloon hit the ground. But the challenge kept going. Matt had her trying to balance as many of her new books on her head as she could without them falling, singing "Happy Birthday" backwards, spelling his and hers full name backwards, and one more.

"How much time do I have left," she asked, breathless from too much laughing. "Umm..." Matt paused, looking at the timer. "Ten seconds." "Yeah I can't do anything at that time." "Yes you can. There's one more challenge, but it's an easy one." "Alright, Dierkes, what is it?" "Well, it requires us getting super close," he stated, pulling her closer to him by the front of his hoodie she was still buried in. "Mmm, I like being super close with you," she grinned. "There's one more gift buried deep inside my pocket. If you can get it out in ten seconds, it's yours." "And if I don't," peering up at him. "Well, your loss. Sucks for you." She gasped, pretending to be offended. Matt hit the timer button. Shoving her hand into the pocket of his jeans, she twisted and turned her hand, trying her best to get to the bottom." "Oh, god, I love it when you man handle me like this baby," Matt joked as she pulled on his pocket to go deeper. "That's it baby, go deeper, oh god, yeah, you're almost there, baby, don't stop." "Oh my gosh! Shut up you perv," she cried with a huge smile, laughing.

Finally her hand  hit the bottom of the pocket, hitting the item she was seeking. "Time's up," Matt announced, looking down at her in a very serious way. He knew she had found what it was she'd been searching for just from the way she wouldn't look at him. "Well, are you gonna pull out, baby?" She laughed, covering her face by leaning her forehead against his chest. Slowly, she retrieved her hand from out of Matt's pocket, holding onto the item tightly. "Hey, look at me." Matt slipped a finger under her chin, raising her face so that he could look her in the eyes. There were tears in the corners of them, yet they glistened and sparkled with so much love. He smiled genuinely at her, receiving it in return.

"I love you." "I know." "I have for a really long time." "I know that, too." "I don't want anyone." "Neither do I." Matt grinned "Then open your hand." She did. Her hand went straight to her mouth. "Will you marry me?" She took a moment, but not too long. "Yes." "Wait. What? You Will?" Matt's mouth curled up into the biggest smile she'd ever seen him wear. "Yes! Of course I will," she laughed, wrapping her hands around his face and kissing him. Matt slid his hands around her neck, locking them both in a tender kiss that seemed to linger for a while. "I love you so freaking much, Matty," she whispered against his cheek. "I love you, too, Happy Birthday, pretty girl."

[always-coffee]

Strange times...

Finally deactivated my Twitter account this morning. It's weird. I met so many incredible people that way. I learned so much about writing and the writing business.

But it has become a nazi bar. And the terms of service change tomorrow (Nov. 15) and not for the better.

So, I'm here. I'm on Bluesky. Instagram. I have a TikTok I don't really use anymore, because I'm lazy. And my own website.

It's strange, though, to consider how much enrichment and joy it brought into my life, at one point. How much it mattered.

[princessfaerygia]

Tea time with online friend. Yes I'm aware honey is not vegan. I am craving mint tea and this is all I had available. Inspired by the rocky mountains!

My first dog was named Rocky. Since I was a baby. He in heaven now.

So tomorrow for an hour or so I am visiting my family. Really pretty happy about that. I will help with dishes, recycling, trash and possibly laundry. Mom says she's been keeping the house clean. It's weird and true but distance sometimes does make the heart grow fonder. You realize how special and sacred these entities are in your life. My life. My mom dad and bro and dog and cats.

I'm so precise now. Have I mentioned my fave pens are precise point pens? What i mean by precise is I have my outfit picked out for gym in morning, and another one for my visit to parents. It's nice to be conscientious and calm.

Waiting for my tea to cool down. Right now I'm wearing navy and black spotted leggings, black Nike bra, granny panties, white lacey frilly socks, black crop top with a lil ribbon on it, and navy cardigan. With rose hip oil on my face. I think that's what it's called not sure but I got it from a "natural" store.

I kinda miss hexafu. She was bubbly and kind to me. She deactivated. Or maybe she realized I'ma wild beast and just wanted me out of her life, but that's paranoid thinking and it's better to be positive and stable.

Scorpio moon and Scorpio rising here. With Venus in cancer in 8th house(House of Scorpio) me especially has a very hard time letting go of people.

Anyway I pray for everyone's safety and good health, joy and peace. Time for tea!

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Light Show

(Masterlist)

(Content: living weapon whumpee, implied minor character(s) death, sensory overload, magical exhaustion, fainting, hiding injury, dehumanization)

For a moment, sunlight streamed in through the window with a terrible clarity. The ship was pulling into the orbit of the red star’s nearest planet, catching violent rays. Gradually, the planet began to eclipse their view of the star, until the ship was once again immersed in black night. They were drawing closer to their destination. On the earth below, all was silent.

“Get up,” Paris hissed with urgency, shaking Delta awake. Delta’s eyes shot open. He recoiled, pulling himself back into the corner. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his alarm grew.

“I’m sorry,” he said hurriedly, thinking he had overslept. It was impossible to tell in space. But Paris shook his head, reaching for his arm.

“C’mon. I have a job for you,” Paris tugged him out of the bed. 

“I’m not dressed,” Delta protested. Paris paused a moment, looking him up and down. He wasn’t in fatigues, obviously, but he was decent.

“Just put your shoes on. We don’t have time.” Paris pushed the door open. Delta slipped his sneakers on, jogging after him. Paris caught his wrist, dragging him along to the loading bay. He shoved him into a small craft without ceremony or explanation. A pilot was already inside. She waved at him politely, which Delta returned.

Moments later, they were joined by Simon, Dr.Martino, and an admiral that Delta didn’t recognize. Paris and Dr.Martino were in the middle of an argument.

“Just wait until morning, you don’t need surprise with this. They don’t know what we have. That *is* the surprise,” Dr.Martino complained. 

“Shut up,” Paris held up a hand to him, “I want everyone to see it. The Scythians are pulling out tomorrow morning because they think we’ve got it covered. I want them to be here when we launch. God, they’ll be able to feel it from where they are. Let’s go,” He patted the pilot on the shoulder, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You didn’t even give us time to warmup,” The doctor complained, “Didn’t even have breakfast.”

“Cry me a fucking river,” Paris said, barely audible over the sound of the rotors starting up, “Delta’s the one doing all the work, I don’t hear him complaining.”

Delta was staring blankly ahead, still half-asleep, only perking up when he heard his name mentioned. Simon had slid into the seat next to him, looking only slightly less disheveled. Delta looked to him for help, but didn’t have the gall to speak without permission in front of so many people. Simon held up a finger, signing Wait.

The ship blasted off into the night. Below, there were lights from the military camps, but no signs of active combat. They’d settled down for the night, so it seemed. The bright orange and red against the dark ground made it look not so different from outer space. Delta found it oddly peaceful.

“Further East,” Paris pointed out, “And higher up, we’re still in visible range.”

The pilot nodded, pulling up above the cloud cover. Paris sat back in the chair, like someone who was trying to relax but didn’t know how.

“Hover here.” He said to the pilot. The craft stopped abruptly, jostling all of them. There were only clouds below. 

Paris twisted around to look at Simon and Delta. “We’re directly above the mech site. Most of their land fighters are here and the engineers have an encampment about a mile wide around the complex. I need you to level it.”

Simon nodded, “Any preference for how?”

“Whatever’s the most dramatic,” Paris said.

Simon considered this for a moment, “Permission to unleash?” 

“Granted.”

Simon fidgeted with a small device in his wrist, as did Dr.Martino. Delta flinched as the collar around his neck suddenly deactivated, electrocuting him and everyone else in the ship. 

It was like he was everywhere at once. Delta could felt the contour of the entire planet, the depth and order of each form. It was a kind of euphoria and a kind of sickness. He was vibrating, vision switching from black to white and back again as the blood coursed through him. His skin glowed and a deep blue light emitted from his eyes.

Simon snapped his fingers in front of his face, urging him to recenter. It didn’t matter much. Delta couldn’t see with his eyes then. The sixth sense overloaded him, made him fully dependent on it. He tried to focus back in on Simon’s voice.

“Do you know where the site is? Do you need visuals?” Simon asked.

Delta confirmed the target. It was a couple miles below them. Even without seeing it, Delta was faintly impressed, almost sad to destroy it. It reminded him of a launch site. There was a giant mecha inside of the hanger and two more just lounging outside of it. Their features were ursine and bulky. Around them, much, much smaller forms moved. The soldiers and engineers running around camp. Delta could feel the expanse of it, a little over a mile in diameter.

“Lock on. Await further instructions,” Simon ordered him, all business now. He addressed Paris, “We could go for an energy strike. It’d be the most dramatic, probably the highest risk of complications though.”

“Do it,” Paris said. 

“Permission to launch?”

“Launch,” Paris affirmed.

Simon turned to Delta, whispering the code into his ear. In an instant, the clouds below them were lit up as if in a storm. The bright blue glow held for four, five seconds before fading out. A sharp sound, almost like a church organ, pierced the air. The wind carried the sound off into the night.

Delta signaled Target Destroyed.

The collar clicked back on. The sudden collapse of his senses sent Delta lurching forward, passing out neatly. Simon caught him, leaning him back against the seat. A slow stream of blood trickled out of his nose. Martino reached over, feeling his pulse at the neck.

“I want to see it,” Paris said.

The ship pushed off into motion again, slowly dipping beneath the clouds. 

“That might be an issue, Your Highness,” the pilot said softly, as pillars of smoke clouded the windshield. She kept advancing until they were out of the carnage. As she turned back to the mothership, she encircled what was left of the sight, allowing all of them to witness the destruction. A large crater was carved into the middle of the clearing. The vapor coming out of it was too thick to see through. There were no human bodies visual, no machinery. Everything had been wiped clean.

Paris let out a low whistle.

“You think everyone saw it?” He asked the admiral.

“It would be hard to miss,” He responded.

“Yeah. Bet the cameras caught it, too. I had one trained on it, hope we were at effective range. Oh well,” He kicked his legs up on the dashboard, “Let’s go back.”

When Delta regained his consciousness, he was in the same craft, now idle in the bay. Paris was pressing a handkerchief against his nose to stop the blood flow, his other hand gripped at his chin.

“See, if I’d let you get dressed, you would’ve gotten blood on your uniform,” he chided gently, “Hold it.”

Delta took the handkerchief from him. He could feel the blood had mostly stopped, but his shirt was now soaked with it. Dr.Martino was in the seat next to them, unfazed at the sight of Delta’s blood everywhere. It had stopped being shocking years ago. No one else was in the ship.

“You did good, but you need to get up now. Victory lap. Don’t pass out again and don’t look hurt,” Paris warned him. Delta looked at him foggily, prompting Paris to smack him on the side of the head.

“That’s what I mean. Look alive.”

“Sorry, sir. I will,” He was still out of it, but with his hair hanging in his face, it was less obvious. He didn’t look any more tired than he usually did, which was something. Paris wrapped his jacket around Delta to cover up the blood on his shirt. It was several sizes too big and too warm to be comfortable. Seeming to sense this, Dr.Martino reached a hand out to his foreheads, clicking his tongue. 

Paris pushed the door open, rolling out skillfully. He offered a hand out to help Delta down, but was totally unable to resist yanking him the rest of the way. He caught him before he could fall completely. The doctor hopped out next, shutting the door behind him. He looked ill at ease. Even from the hanger, they could hear the sound of frenzied chatter. It sounded like the whole ship was up in arms. 

Not letting go of Delta’s wrist, Paris marched out of the hanger, back into the common area of the ship. All at once, the chatter ceased, replaced with an eerie silence. Delta didn’t look up, feeling the hundreds of eyes on him. All the blood was rushing from his head. Paris moved him forward, not acknowledging anything was amiss. The fearful silence followed wherever they went. As they passed, it was replaced with hushed whispers. 

Paris led Delta into his room, slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the door, laughing quietly. Delta collapsed into a kneel, no longer able to remain standing. His vision was fading again. Paris didn’t seem to notice, immediately moving to his laptop, which was sounding off in a cacophony of notifications. 

“Stay,” he ordered sharply, darting out the door. Delta fainted the second it closed.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Congrats on getting into your dream school and the new doggo! I know you're gonna be really busy with irl stuff and incoming asks, but if you have time, can I have an alternate scenario where MC somehow saved Bosch from the explosion during the end of World Tour? A fic or hcs is fine either way!

thank youu! and yeah you can save bosch, but it'll cost you tw drugs art work was done by @komewatari on twitter

You finally saw your chance when Bosch overextended his punch. Taking this as an opportunity, you slipped behind him and knocked him to the ground, locking your arms around his neck in a rear naked choke hold.

Half of the job was already done, but it's still going to be an uphill battle from here. And the box on his head acted as the perfect cover.

If you're fast enough, no one would notice anything; you just had to be careful of the drones circling in the sky.

When you first heard about the bomb located in the Championship belt, of course, you wanted to deactivate it. But you didn't expect JP to catch you in the act and put a halt to your plans.

Even if you win the Suval'hal Tournament, would Bosch even accept the fact that you ripped this opportunity from him? Or would he fight you every step of the way? He wanted to die with honor and take out JP himself. No way he would just let you interfere.

But you didn't have the luxury to sit around and wait for an answer, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You grit your teeth, refusing to relent even as Bosch struggled against your hold. Time was running out, and you couldn't afford to let him carry out his plan.

Your fingers brushed against Bosch's lips as you attempted to deliver the powder hidden in your sleeve. You had to hurry, that purple glow burning in Bosch's body was dangerous and unpredictable.

So in a last-ditch effort, you tightened your grip and forced the white powder in his mouth.

"Rohypnol..."

"...It's a potent sedative, a tool of dreams. It clouds the mind, dulls the senses, and plunges one into a state of unconsciousness. But beware, for its effects are not confined solely to put one under." A.K.I leaned closer to the phone, with a tantalizing whisper.

"But, is it safe?" You asked, staring out the open window of your hostel.

A.K.I. chuckled darkly, sending shivers down your spine "Safe? Well, that depends on your definition, now does it? Slurred speech, impaired judgment, loss of coordination, and that's just the beginning. But if you take too much... well, let's just say you might wake up with more than just a headache."

"Brutal stuff." You said, watching the kids outside play in the market.

"Don't you worry, dear. I'll make sure you get just the right dose to suit your needs. And I'll have it delivered to you by tomorrow morning. But remember, everything comes with a price.~"

Your heart pounded in fear as you waited for the effects to kick in. Bosch's eyes widened once he realized what you've done and tried to spit out the substance, but you clamped your hand over his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

He convulsed violently, hands clawing at your face, trying to break free from your hold. And you winced once his nails dug deep into your skin.

But despite the pain, you knew you had to see this through to the end.

You held on even when Bosch began to sag in your arms, his movements growing sluggish as the drug took hold of him.

And when you felt his body going limp, you finally felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You knew you had made the right choice, no matter how hard it was.

"Fighter, you need to let go." the referee said, motioning for you to release your grip. "Your opponent has passed out. The fight is over."

But you didn't. Even though Bosch was unconscious, his plan still loomed over you like a rainy overcast. You couldn't afford to let him wake up.

"I can't." You replied, screwing your eyes shut. "Not until he's completely incapacitated."

"I'm warning you," He sternly said. "Let go now, or I'll have to disqualify you."

Reluctantly, you loosened your grip, allowing Bosch's unconscious body to slump down. You watched as the medical staff rushed to his side to assess him.

Once they saw he was still breathing, they hauled him away on a stretcher to the medical ward.

"You should go too. Get those wounds fixed up before the announcement."

You touched your face, feeling the blood trickling down.

You hardly noticed it when Bosch clawed at you because your adrenaline refused to let go of him.

The referee pulled you to your feet to help guide you out of the arena. And all you could hear is the crowd's cheers slowly disappearing as you descend deeper into the tunnel.

"You're lucky these scratches aren't deeper." Nurse Hema said, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Could have done some real damage if he hit your eye."

You nodded, eyes watching Bosch from the other side of the room. "Yeah, lucky." you mumbled.

"You're quite the fighter, you know.Not many people can withstand these injuries during a match, let alone pull off a move like that."

Forcing a small smile, you gave her your thanks but there wasn't much pride in your voice. You didn't fight to win a title or prove your strength. You only did it to save Bosch from himself and to prevent a tragedy from happening.

"Is he going to be okay?" You asked, pointing at Bosch's unconscious body.

Hema followed your finger and sighed. "He'll be out for a while. But yes, he'll recover."

Once she finished cleaning your face, she stepped back to look you over again. "There you go, you're all patched up. Just try to take it easy for the next couple of days, Okay?"

"Thank you, I appreciate it." you said, returning to Bosch.

She gave you one last nod before returning to her other patients.

The room was mostly quiet, other than hearing beeping monitors and the light whispers from people in the ward.

Your heart ached as you stared at him, guilt burrowing in your chest.

You reached out and brushed the loose strands of Bosch's hair away from his face. But you stopped once you saw your fingers shaking.

Letting out a deep breath you said, "I'm so sorry, Bosch, I didn't have a choice."

You glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening in. They stabilized him, but they didn't know when he would wake up.

But you knew that when he did, he would never forgive you for what you've done.

"You always wanted to get strong so fast and I never understood why you pushed yourself so hard." You continued, slowly intertwining your hand with his.

You felt the burn of tears welling up in your eyes, "But when Kalima told me your plan, I just knew I had to stop you. I couldn't let you kill yourself. Especially since you have so much people who care about you."

Bosch had always been so driven and it was one of the things you loved about him.

Even if it drove a wedge between you two.

"I know you think I'm naive," You said. "That I don't have any real motivation. And maybe you're right. But I do know this…I can't lose you. You mean everything to me and I wish you could've opened up to me more. I didn't know how much you were hurting."

You tightened your grip on his hand and leaned closer to him. "I love you, Bosch. Even if you don't feel the same way anymore, even if you hate me for what I did. I just couldn't let you die."

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against your intertwined hands. "What JP is doing is wrong and he needs to be stopped. But not like this. There has to be another way. And we can find it together if you'll let me help you."

The door creaked open, and two officers stepped in. They scanned the room until their eyes landed on you.

"Y/N?" One of them asked. "We need to speak with you about what happened during your last fight.”

This is it, You thought.

"We have live footage of you administering an illegal substance to your opponent, and we need you to come back with us for further investigation." the officer continued.

"I understand." you said untangling yourself from Bosch.

You stood up to take your leave. But before you went, you gave him one last look and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his forehead. "Please wake up soon. We still have so much more to talk about."

[walkingaline]

I woke up this morning and my family, partner and cats were all there. Received a call, and a relative is in the hospital again. New friends are sharing skills and love with me. A family friend just passed. I'll plant sunflowers tomorrow - I harvest them by my flowers every summer. I got the original seeds from one of my closest friends. We haven't talked in nearly two years and his accounts will be soon deactivated. I'm working on new stories. I'll see one of my oldest friends in less than 2 weeks.

It's chaotic and overwhelming and frightening, but there are so, so many little good things going on. And they do add up.