#so i hope it wasnt too brief

[icantalk710]

Tfw you can't tell how much sweat is your workout and how much is the gym's A/C being busted 🥲

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 2

Danny had to admit, Lunch Lady was an excellent teacher.

Sure they were blitzing though a cook book thst was more tape and hope the paper, but Danny was for once actually understanding and enjoying being taught.

Cracking an egg into a bowl, Danny held it close while whisking quickly, not fully incorporating the flour in his pancake batter before dumping a good sized dollop on the flat top, smiling from the brief sizzle that he heard.

There was a sudden cacophony sounds from the front of house (which was the dining area? He never knew that before) putting the flat top on low, Danny looked over to where Lunch Lady was floating only to find nothing.

Blinking a bit, Danny wiped his hands off OK his apron as he poked his head out, frowning at the diner car, "What was that..." his words were cut off by one of the blinds slats bending as if pried open, and as he squinted, Danny saw two figures watching from a distance ontop another rail car.

Vigilantes

Danny felt his heart flutter with excitement, while not as cool as maybe Martian Manhunter or StarFire (since y'know...fucking aliens, Space) the Gotham caped community were interesting, if only since Batman and his Flock were Sam's low key obsession, she had even gone out as Robin for multiple Halloweens, and don't even get him started on the fan theories about them all.

Smirking he tapped the bar, allowing thr blinds to snap closed, "Sam is so going to flip that I saw the Birds before her." Letting out a little giggled, Danny quickly swore as he smelt a bit of burning and rushed to flip his pancakes.

---

Tim was, in Dicks opinion, the most concerning member of the family, sure most days he gives of "miserable wet cat" energy but even then Dick had seen his little brother easily take down guys that even Bruce had trouble with.

That wasnt even touching on his um...mental quirks

The less he speaks of the time period between Bruce's and Kons deaths till their eventual return, the better.

Putting down the binoculars, Dick stole a glance over at Red Robin, who was frowning deeply at his wrist computer, scooting a little closer Dick leaned over to see what was happening, "Whatcha do~oing?"

So entranced by what he was reading Tim jumped a little, an elbow flying out to where Dicks face had been a second ago as he turned and glared.

"Don't...! Do that Wing! Ugh..." shaking his head as he let out a huff Tim took his eyes off the small monitor and looked up at the diner car, pointing at it as he spoke scornfuly.

"That place does not exist."

"Like, legally? I am sure Batburger doesn't either-"

"No." Tim said, cutting the older vigilante off, "It doesn't exist physically."

"Timmy..." Dick said as he ran through the protocols for when RedRobin got a little too many insane things in his head.

"Get that look off your face Wing, it really doesn't exist, like..." letting out a sigh, the teen tried to put his words right "Don't look straight at it but a bit to the side so it's to the side of your eye." Pointing to a middle distance a bit away from the diner cart, Dick sent a small frown at his brother but did as he was asked.

"Holy leaping lizards..." Tim, somehow, was right, since when Dick just looked about a few feet away from the diner, it started to waver turning...transparent? And a little blue? But when he looked at it closer it was just a normal, abet run down looking diner.

"Exactly, no need to bench me till Agent A stuffs me full of anti-psychotics!"

"That was one time Tim, and you were having a mental break down."

"I am not lying when I say we killed Santa Claus Dick!"

"Sure Tim...sure"

---

Danny drummed his fingers on the breakfast bar, nursing a cup of coffee as he waited for something to happen.

He knew thst he was being watched, he had a vague idea who was doing the watching, but was starting to get a bit bored waiting for them to get closer.

Pausing mid sip, a grin spread across Danny's lips, "Hey cart? Can you do something that might draw those guys over here? Let's get some customers!"

Some how, Danny's grin only grew at the rumble of the cart, and he xould hav sworn he heard a sound that was a mix between a train horn and a chuckle.

---

Tim shot his brother a stinging glare, swatting at his arm as he blushed, he did every much indeed accidentally killed Santa Claus and took an impromptu trip to Apokolips to give DarkSeid coal.

His next rebuttal to Nightwing was cut off as the diner cart shuddered as if it was in an earthquake before it stilled, and the banner that was across it suddenly gained a new line.

[JUST NOW! VIGILANTES AND HEROS GET ONE FREE SIDE OF FRIES! COME ON IN BEFORE THE OFFER ENDS!]

Tim was silent for a moment, watching the cart to see if there was any more changes before turning to Dick, who had lost the joyful energy that he always seemed to have.

"RR, plans changed, we are going to investigate inside."

Tim gave a sharp nod, his bo staff elongating as he grappled down to the train tracks below, his boots crunching gravel underfoot as he slipped from shadow to shadow, getting closer to Big C's diner.

---

Danny was in the back, flipping through his cook book as he heard a bell ring, jolting up, Danny could see through the service window and see who came in.

He had never met a real hero before, not like the two that had just came in, feeling nervous, Danny fumbled with a small notebook as he came out from the kitchen, grinning at the two Birds.

"Heya! Thanks for coming to Big C's! Names Danny and I am kinda the only one in today, what can I get you both?"

His eyes flickered between the two vigilantes, noticing new things each time he looked at them, like how Red Robin's cape had buttons instead of being sown on, or how Nightwings suit wasn't slick but actually textured.

---

Dick looked at everything he could as he stood in the diners door, it looked like a typical 50s styled mom and pop kinda place, an old radio buzzed with songs of a bygone era while the seats were cracked pink leather vinyl.

He could hear someone moving in the back, resting a hand on his eskrima sticks, Dick stalked further in, it felt real enough...

He could feel Red Robin knock into his back as the person from the back came into view, it was a teen, and holy hell did he look like Bruce Wayne adoption bait, raven hair, blue eyes and a cheesy looking grin.

He couldn't be older than Damian, who had turned 16 a few months ago, the teen was just so...tiny.

Danny, that's the name given to them, and Dick can see it, he looked like a Danny.

Pausing to look to Tim, Dick smiled back at the teen, "Well...can we see a menu?"

[professor-beaker]

(Warning: very long rant about growing up religious and aroace. Might delete this in an hour. Idk)

Dear mom and dad,

Do you remember when i was 14, and had my first kiss? You probably dont- for you, it was just another sunday. He was one of my only church friends, and he pulled me, alone, into one of the music rooms after sacrament meeting. You encouraged me to go with him, because you could read the signs i couldnt. He was very polite, but when we kissed and he grabbed my hand on the way out, it felt more wrong than anything id experienced before. I ran back to you, crying, and you walked me through rejecting him. You basically told me that i was just too young, that it would get better, but it certainly didnt feel that way at the time. Every time youve reminisced on it since, it was only to laugh at my expense. At my naievety.

I tried to take your words to heart. I tried to listen each time our church would preach about how essential families were and each time you told me how happy you two were. It didnt work.

Do you remember when i was 15, and i told you, mom, that adopting sounded way better than having biological kids? You got so offended, and i had no idea why. I still dont. You told me it was a natural part of life, that we were supposed to bring children into this world. I tried to explain my reasoning- why would i want my own children when there are those who are suffering on their own? When the thought of procreation made me sick?- but you dismissed it. It was just another day.

Do you remember the brief period when i was 15, when i dated a girl? I assume you dont, because you never found out. I lived in constant fear, because the comments you would make at the dinner table described lgbtq+ as an affront to God, as unnatural. I had thought that men were the problem, and she was my first real partner. But nothing changed, it still felt wrong, and we fell back into only being friends. I hadnt told you about that until today, because i knew exactly what youd say about it. I knew exactly what youd say about me.

Do you remember the boy i met when i was 16? The one with the curly hair and the kind smile. You were always pushing me toward him, because you saw how he looked at me (i saw, too- and i didnt like it). He took me to homecoming, and prom, and danced too close to me for my liking. You always asked if we were a thing yet- and when i said no, you smiled knowingly. I hated that smile. And you smiled that smile for years.

I reconnected with him when i was home over winter break. We hung out once, i told him my sexuality, and he barely reacted. When you asked how it went, i told you i rejected him romantically, but we were still friends. Do you remember what you said, mom? You said, "so you broke his heart and left." I cried that night.

Do you remember when you found my aroace pins a month ago? Im at college in a different state- a religious college you wanted me to go to- and you still made it your priority to berate me for it. I dont know if you could tell how angry i was over the phone, but when you said "asexual and things are just looking for attention", it broke my heart.

Because i figured it out when i was 17. Because it took me two years to finally accept it in a religion that very strongly emphasized the family unit. Because i finally felt accepted, i felt heard, i wasnt being dismissed at every corner. Because i had something to explain why i was like this.

Because i finally didnt feel broken.

I never doubted that you loved me- not once, ever, in my life. Not until you started degrading me for something i couldnt control. Not until you started pressuring me to date people i would much rather be friends with. If youre not going to love all of me, then do you even love me at all?

I hope you know that i still love you, despite everything. But i hate the way you talk to me now, the way you talk to others about me. And i hope that one day, you, too, will realize that im not broken, or affronting God, or unnatural. I hope you realize that im still your child.

I hope you realize im still human.

[sugarcloudsky]

Hghhh I need some pitaya dragon cookie x reader fics where it's basically beauty and the beast, I'm starving for content,,,

Prickly dragon that softens for sweet but strong reader and falls madly in love with them

「The Hunter’s Beast」

character: pitaya dragon cookie

wc: 1.2k

cws: none

im gonna sound like a broken record but so sorry for taking so long to get to this!!!! ive got a lot of requests that have been sitting in my inbox for months LOL hope u enjoy tho!!<3 just a note, reader is a hunter in this (if it wasnt obvious) and established relationship here

The summer evening was cool and quiet. The full moon was already peeking out from behind the mountains, glimmering from up above. The rustling leaves of the trees provided some cover for you and your squad of hunters as you waved for them to follow you. You all kept as quiet as you could, the only sound being the fragile leaves crunching under your worn out boots whenever you moved.

You were all on a mission, to find any kind of edible berries or meat to bring back to your camp located just on the clearing at the edge of the forest. The food supply of your squad’s base back home was running low, so you all headed into the woods to replenish and collect whatever was possible. As of now, your squad had quite the collection of edible plants to take back. The artificial pouch wrapped tightly around your waist was filled to the brim with an assortment of berries and veggies to return home later.

“This will be enough to last us for weeks,” you call to your group, turning to them as they all nod at you. You stand up, dusting your legs as you shuffle your boots in the opposite direction. “It’s getting darker. We need to head back as soon as possible before we run into a pack of cake hounds or something worse.”

“Yes, captain!” They all say in unison, making you chuckle under your breath. You don’t really like the name ‘captain’, but your crew refuses to call you anything else. You were the one who did most of the work back at camp, so what else could they call you? They looked up to you a lot! Even though you wanted to, you decided not to argue with your group about the name again, simply opting to quietly start walking back to camp with them following closely behind you.

As you all walk in silence once more, you begin to ponder about your life back at the camp. It’s been so long since you started living in a small camp by the forest, you don’t even remember ever leading a comfortable, peaceful life. All you remember is needing to run, run as far as possible, because it was no longer safe for you to stay in your hometown. Ever since then, you’ve lived in a camp far away with a number of survivors and lived off wild plants and animals to survive. It was a rough life, but you all managed, and you've all grown to see each other as more of a family than just other survivors.

Your lips subconsciously curl upwards at the thought. You’re about to turn around and say something lighthearted to your group, but something stops you. You pause for a brief moment, before sticking your arm out for the cookies behind you to stop as well. Something isn’t right. It’s quiet… too quiet. Birds and crickets were chirping peacefully just a few minutes before you began heading back, but now it was just eerily quiet.

“…We’re being stalked. We need to hurry back right now—”

A sudden loud roar and the earth rumbling below your feet cuts you off and leads you to instinctively pull your makeshift knife out from your pocket. The rest of the cookies with you pull out their own weapons as well, an uneasy tension immediately building within you all.

A roar… all too familiar. Well, to you, at least.

“We need to get out of the area, now!”

Your voice was full of urgency as you urged your squad of hunters to run away as fast as they could before danger could find you, but alas, sometimes it’s nearly impossible to avoid these confrontations.

The trees around you are suddenly ripped out of the earth one by one, its roots nearly hitting one of your group members in the face. You yell for them to get back, having a certain feeling of who was threatening you and your group.

“Foolish cookiesssss…”

And you were right.

The Legendary Red Dragon’s familiar red scales come into view, their fiery breath causing surrounding temperatures to rise suddenly. They rip out the tree providing the last of any cover you had previously, exposing you and your group to the large beast. When it spots you, it grins widely, its large and intimidating fangs peeking out.

“Foolish little cookiessss… you dare trespassss on my land…?” Their loud voice booms across the trees, your ears ringing slightly as they laugh and taunt you. “You will come to regret thissss…”

This isn’t good. You would usually be able to deal with threats like these by yourself, but now you’re more worried for the safety of the others. You don’t care about what happens to you, as long as they can get back safely then you’ll feel alright.

Gritting your teeth, you turn towards your comrades.

“GO!”

The Red Dragon’s grin widens, but you don’t notice as you’re too focused on getting your crew away. Again, you yell at them, “GO!”

They all look at you, a mix of shocked and fearful faces staring back at you. They don’t want to leave without you, they can’t! What will they do without you?!

“Just go! I’ll be okay! I promise! You don’t wanna die, right?! Then go!!”

After a few more moments of you yelling and them trying to argue, your group finally (although very hesitantly) leave you alone with the dragon.

Once they’re completely out of sight, you finally turn your attention back to the large dragon in front of you. Their head tilts as they growl lowly. Their sharp fangs make you falter slightly, but you don’t back down.

“Brave little cookie…”

“Drop the act, Lizard, they’re gone. What do you want?”

They purr, their eyes dilating, “I wanted to ssssee you.”

You huff, “So that’s why you nearly scared my group to death?” as you cross your arms across your chest. Undeterred by your annoyance, Pitaya Dragon Cookie chuckles sinisterly.

“Those cookiessss were weak anywayssss… you are much sssstronger than them…”

You sigh. “So you did all that just so you could see me again?”

“Correct.”

This dragon…

“Well, you’ve seen me now,” Normally, you wouldn’t be so annoyed with the dragon in front of you, but you weren’t happy about how they treated the other hunters. “Now isn’t the best time, Pitaya. I need to head back.”

“No.”

You were starting to get a little irritated now.

They noticed your exasperation, “Little cookie…” they drawled, head lowering to move slightly closer to you, “I haven’t sssseen you in sssso long… sssstay longer…”

You flinch instinctively as they suddenly transform into their much smaller cookie form. They flip their hair, approaching you smugly before gently taking your hand in theirs, in hopes of maybe buttering you up. Their cold armor makes you shiver when you feel it touch your warm skin.

You stare at them for a few seconds of silence, watching as they practically make puppy dog eyes at you, before you let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat.

“Alright… fine. But I've got to get back s— oh!”

Pitaya Dragon Cookie swiftly picks you up bridal style, chuckling to themself as you yelp in surprise. Their ego multiplies tenfold when they notice the undeniable blush on your face.

“Sssstay a while, my favorite little cookie…” They grin, loudly purring at the sight of you noticeably trying to hide the color painted on your face. Their grip on you tightens very slightly as their eyes practically sparkle at your beauty.

“I’ll make our time sssspent together worthwhile, my little hunter.”

[naehoonx]

" too late " - bkdk [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: sometimes we realize too late what we want in life. sometimes its too late to be honest to the person we love the most in this world.

→ GENRE: adult bakugou; adult deku; angst; heartbreak;he fell first but he fell too late; depressing; drinking; deep talk.

→ RATING: 16+

→ NOTE: after seeing the leaks of the last chapter i really needed to cope somehow. so the best way to do that was to write this angsty oneshot. lets all suffer together my bkdk nation.

MHA MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

"its over, its really over"

kirishima would never have thought that these words would come out of bakugou's mouth, but they did. Still surprised, he held his glass tightly as if his own life depended on it. only seconds ago his best friend sat down on his table in the small restaurant. normally bakugou was glued to his childhood friend izuku but not tonight, at least not for the whole night.

"come on dont say that. are we even sure for certain? i mean maybe its just a phase you know?" kirishima laughed nervously as he took a sip from his drink.

it wasnt a phase he knew that more than well but what other choice did he had? there wasnt anything else he could say to his best friend to lift his spirits up. yes, it was a miserable attempt to put things back into the right direction, but at that moment he couldn't think of anything better. from time to time bakugous head moved into the direction of izuku's table. the freckled boy had sat down beside ochaco, their heads moved together as they were giggling about something.

a few minutes ago he was the one sitting beside izuku, he was the one making that eyes shine from laughter, he was the one grabbing his wrist so izuku would stop hitting the table from all the laughing and he was the one who wiped away a crumb of bread from his cheek. that was mere minutes ago but to bakugou it already felt like a lifetime.

at kirishimas attempt to make things better, bakugou could only scoff as he ordered another drink "a phase? dont make me laugh. you should had seen him when she made her way over to the table. i was like air to him, i didnt existed anymore."

after bakugou funded the hero suit for his childhood friend everything seemed to get better for a short amount of time. izuku was finally able to be a hero again by his side. they could compete again, become better again but earlier this evening, izuku rejected him. really rejected him. apparently he wants to keep teaching as a teacher. it didnt took long for bakugou to realize why izuku wanted more free time which why he also rejected the idea of founding an agency together.

"come on bro. lets hang out after the get together mh? Mina and I wanted to hit some more bars after that. To celebrate, maybe some more drinks will take your mind off of things" kirishima was about to put his arm around bakugous shoulder as the blonde one suddenly stood up.

without an explanation, bakugou grabbed his jacket and ran to the entrance. For a brief moment kirishima wanted to stop him but then Mina pointed her finger in the direction of the entrance. there Izuku and Ochaco could be seen saying goodbye to the others. It was obvious that the two wanted to leave the group meeting early. with a sigh kirishima took another sip from his drink as he looked over to mina:

"lets hope he isnt biting his teeth off. deku can be kinda stubborn since he became a teacher."

stumbling out of the restaurant bakugou panted heavily as he looked around. the various street lamps illuminated the streets as couples made their way back home. near one of the crowds he finally spotted deku as he fumbles nervously with his hands, he and ochaco had bright red cheeks as they looked at each other. bakugou couldnt hear what they were talking about but every bystander could see that this was a confession in the making. his inner voice told him to run forward, grabbing izuku and pulling him away from her .. but somehow his body doesnt move.

the next thing he saw was ochaco tearing up as she nodded immediately. izuku's smile was so bright that his heart sank. it sank so deep into the pit of it stomach that bakugou prayed it would never come back up again. as his two friends held their hands ochaco finally noticed him. she seemed flustered as he pulls both of her hands away; at the same moment she says something to Izuku which made him turn around immediately.

another short conversation before izuku gifted her a smile for the last time before walking over to bakugou. his cheeks were still red and bakugou wished he could had been the reason. he wished he was the one who confessed to izuku and that his childhood friend would hold his hands and not hers. at the end of the day, he could never compete against ochaco. he wasnt a girl, while this revelation stung more than anything else; izuku tilted his head to the side as he arrived in front of him.

"is everything okay kacchen?" "ah, yeah everythings fine. uhm .. you two seemed kinda happy together .. good news?"

izuku chuckled for a second before his hand reached for the back of his neck "yeah you could say that. we promised to see each other more often from now on. Im kinda happy about that."

for a moment bakugou wanted to clash out, all the untold words wanted to spill over but he pushed them back. his childhood friend looked so happy right now, he didnt wanted to be the one to destroy that happiness.

"so, are you two a thing now?" "maybe ... actually i dont really know at the moment but i hope so"

another punch into his gut as he forced a smile on his face. with his hand he patted Izukus shoulder "i wish you will be happy, zuku. you know i always wanted you to be happy."

"i know kacchan. thank you, really! oh and dont be sad, im sure you will find someone too really soon. I mean look at you!" "I-.. actually!-"

in that moment izuku looked back before noticing that ochaco was still waiting for him at one of the street lamps "sorry, i really need to go now. i promised to walk her home. lets see each other tomorrow for lunch? You will come right?"

right their shared lunch breaks. suddenly bakugou no longer had the desire to meet up with izuku, but what kind of friend would he be if he just canceled now?

"i will come, i promise" "perfect. then... until tomorrow!" "see you ..."

they both waved at each other as izuku ran back to ochaco. while izuku only had eyes for ochaco, bakugou only had eyes for his best friend. everything else around him was a blur as he stared at izuku's back, which was getting smaller and smaller. a sigh escaped his lips as he shoulders the jacket he was still holding. it was too late for him. too late to confess and come clean with all his emotions.

izukus rejection to the agency was the first indicator that he didnt saw bakugou that way. that he never really saw him in the first place. another scoff leaves bakugous mouth as he leans himself against the wall beside the restaurant entrance. suddenly the idea of getting drunk with kirishima and mina didnt sounded so bad. while he waited he took out his phone, out of a habit the chat with izuku popped up on the screen. it was stupid to read all the previous messages between them. izuku freaking out about the get together because he would see ochaco again. bakugou as he assured him that everything would be fine not knowing what izuku really meant that evening.

"guess i wasnt special at all to you huh?" bakugou mumbled as he turned his phone off for the first time in a while. "should start to save battery from now on."

no matter if his heart was breaking or his whole world fell apart in the end, bakugou still kept his promise. he would never stop chasing after deku, even if it meant that he will never catch up to him.

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 06 , chemistry or chemistry ?!

warnings ! suggestive joke!!!

word count , 956 / 0.9k words

don’t mind the times LOL I’M TOO LAZY TO CHANGE ANY OF TS

* ding ! — your laptop sounds

Subject: Chemistry Project Partnership Assignment

Good Morning YN,

I hope this email finds you well. As part of our ongoing efforts to encourage collaboration and critical thinking, I have assigned partners for the upcoming chemistry project. You have been paired with Donghyun Kim for an upcoming project.

Donghyun has consistently demonstrated strong analytical skills in class, and I believe his approach will complement your own strengths. This project is an excellent opportunity for both of you to exchange ideas and develop a comprehensive presentation together.

Please note that the project is due on the 19th of December, and I recommend setting up regular meetings to ensure steady progress. If you find yourself needing any assistance or have questions, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Best of luck with your project—I look forward to seeing what you both create!

Best regards,

Professor Lee

Chemistry Department

University of California, Irvine

“wait, who’s kim donghyun..?” you scratch your head, “hm lemme see if leehan knows heheheh definitely not an excuse to text him hehehhehehee”

4:45 pm — leehan’s house

you stood outside leehan’s door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, clutching your laptop and notes. his house was warm and welcoming, the porch light casting a soft glow over the neatly potted plants lining the steps—he must really love nature. you raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door swung open, and there he was—in a loose white tshirt and grey sweatpants that somehow made him look even more attractive

“dirty dirty mind..” — your mouth agape

“hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in, his voice so low, “come in, you can set your stuff up in the living room or my room if you want”

his space was cozy, a mix of messy and organized—a sign of humanity. textbooks and random scribbled notes were stacked on the coffee table, while the faint smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. you couldnt help but notice the personal touches scattered around—a framed photo of leehan and sangwon at a beach, a glass tank glimmering in the corner with vibrant little fishies darting around, and a blanket draped over the couch that looked so soft

he noticed your eyes lingering on the couch and giggled, hands motioning to the couch “you can sit there, ill go grab my notes”

as you settled in, you tried not to let your nerves show. it wasnt like this was the first time you’d worked on a project with someone…… but there was something about being here—in his space, with the quiet hum of the fish tank in the background and his cologne lingering in the air—that made your heart race

when he returned, he placed a cup of tea in front of you without a word and dropped onto the floor across from you, his laptop already open. he caught you staring, and for a brief moment, his brow lifted in quiet curiosity

you had come to his house with every intention of being productive—laptop charged, notes designed and organized in your folder. well, at first, you both were. the whiteboard he had set up next to the coffee table quickly filled with chemical diagrams, and the first thirty minutes were a flurry of brainstorming and collaborative problem-solving

but at some point, without either of you realizing it, the focus shifted

“okay, so if we combine that formula with…” you paused, trying to think of the next step, when leehan interrupted with a grin

“…me and u?” he jokes, leaning back and spinning the pen between his fingers

you laughed, shaking your head. “oh shut up, u can’t even focus on the project, what makes u think i’d like u stupid”

his jaw dropped in mock offense. “this is one time! and you’re distracting me!”

“oh forreal? how?”

leehan hesitated for just a beat too long before shrugging, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression “hmm.. we’ll never know!”

you snorted, deciding to let him off the hook, “uh huh… you’re an idiot”

the conversation continued off-topic from there, subtle flirting and teasing laughs filling the room. neither of you seemed to notice how the chemistry project lay abandoned between you, nor how the serious tone of the study session had softened into something lighter— i mean, it was still about chemistry…. your chemistry!

at one point, he leaned over to draw something on the edge of your notes, and his shoulder brushed yours. the touch was so casual you told yourself it meant nothing, but the faint warmth lingered, making you lose your train of thought

“look at that,” he said, pulling back to reveal his creation; a poorly drawn fish with exaggerated features

you laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch, the fluffy blanket falling on the floor, “that’s supposed to be a fish? for someone who loves them, i thought you’d do them more justice than whatever that is”

leehan grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction “you’re so mean, drawing is hard, okay!!”

you both dissolved into laughter again, your voices echoing softly through the space

it wasnt until much later, when the sky outside had darkened and the faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, that you both noticed how little youd actually accomplished

“wait…” you said, staring at the clock then back at leehan, “did we even finish the hypothesis..?”

leehan blinked at the whiteboard, which had somehow ended up filled with doodles instead of equations. “uhhhmmm…”

“it’s fiiinnneeee… we have a month left..” you defend your lack of work, it was all worth it— for the subtle teasing, the laughter, and, most importantly, the time you spent with leehan

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Idek where this is going but ik one thing tho!

taglist (open) ! @saintriots @yourmyst4r @sftsohee @httpenhoon @alisonyus @astrae4 @lynnimini @enhacolor @mari3s @voikiraz @yveol @sol3chu @saritahwang @kazemiya @kamfaye

[silentwhispofhope]

Hello! Can I have a request a vash x reader? Where vash finds out that his crush (reader) drew him in their sketchbook? Reader also have a crush on him but doesnt confessed cuz they think he wasnt interested on relationship.

A/N: Sure thing, hun! I apologize for the late response! I hope you’re doing alright.

Delightful Suprise

Vash stared at the sketchbook at front of him. It was strange to see it without its owner. He contemplated opening it, watching the sketchbook as if it would magically do so. You were currently out and trying to finish some last minute errands before you two would travel to the next town.

You acted like the little book was your child, often hiding it away from him when he asked to look. Vash pouted. He really wanted to see your work. The blond knew you were good at drawing as he had seen the little doodles you’ve made for the local children on restaurant napkins. His heart would sometimes flare with jealousy when this happened. He wanted something made by you too.

Vash placed his hand under his chin, contemplating on what to do. You had only been gone for about twenty minutes. It wouldn’t hurt to have a quick look, right? The blond quickly made up his mind and reached for the sketchbook.

He softly began to flip through the pages. The first several drawings were landscapes, places the two of you had previously visited. As he continued, sketches of him began to pop up. Each captured some unique shot of him. He chuckled at one of the drawings of him running like a cartoon character.

One drawing stuck out to him though. It was of him, turned towards the viewer, smiling and eyes closed. However, instead of the normal beauty mark by his eye, there was a little heart. His eyes softened. Did you feel the same way?

Vash flipped to the next page, and he felt his face become hot. He saw the glimpse of a note addressed to him. He softly closed the book and pushed it across the table. The blond felt bad for catching a brief look at something so private, but that didn’t stop his heart from swelling with joy. Vash would let you confess to him when you were ready, on your terms.

[huskyweebo]

Yesterday is Valentine’s Day ! well, i meant to post it On the day but I passed out before I finished proof Reading-

Anyways, well what does a single person do with his free time on that day ? Write fanfic of course!

Here is some RadioApple !!

Valentine's Day Surprise !

Today was Valentines Day and All around the hotel People gave gifts to their lovers, or to their Crushes.

Husker had Finally confessed to Angel and it was a nice sight. Almost everyone had gotten a gift with the intent of Romantic Love, and Boy was lucifer depressed. Of course Charlie had given a Gift but that was different. He had hoped for somone else to give one.

A couple days prior he had Asked the Radio Demon his thoughts on Valentines Day, for Lucifer, he Personally wasnt fond of it since Lilith had Left him. He also remembered the Day Cupid Was created for the Holiday. But now he was curious, what did his crush Think about the Holiday? 

“ Its Scandilous. “ 

“ Im sorry what? “ he blurted out. Alastor Looked At lucifer With an Odd Expression, 

“ The only Reason I Dont dissapear On this day to get away from all this lovey Dovey Nonesense, Is that Rosie Gives me The hottest gossip she has, for mostly break up, “ he suddenly appeared sadistic as if thinking about Previous Valentines. 

“ Oh! Oh, Right, Yes, “ Lucifer luaghed nervously, “ I mean, I dont either phht- i mean i Was There when they made Valentines Day and My first thought was; ‘ Hey, now thats STUPID ‘ “ He luaghed more awkwardly, and then turned feeling severely disappointed. Alastor Raised an Eyebrow. 

Cbsck to present day, he was waving away Charlie And Vaggie, they were going to a fancy restaurant and Lucifer volunteered to Watch over the Hotel

“ Are you Reallyyyy Sure that you dont want to hand over the Responsibitly over to Al? Dont you think you should have fun too? “ She said with Sad eyes, Lucifer shook his head.

“ Nope! Bitch you know i prefer Ruling Hell than get a date for this holiday, HA! “ He said very awkwardly. Charlie nodded, after a brief connection of eyes with Vaggie she turned to leave with His Duaghter. He sighed,

“ they grow up so fast, “ He went back in. He looked around, the hotel was closed for guests today so that leaves only Nifty and he to be present. he Assumed that Alastor was with The cannibal Overlord due to his comment a couple days ago. 

Today it was the most quietest hes heard the Hotel,

it felt like Being in the royal Castel again… All alone. Lucifer groans, he leaned against a wall and put his face on his Hands. He never realized how sofficating Silence was. 

After he moved into the hotel to Help his daughter he was too busy to feel Depression, but now, with nothing to do and no one to talk to, he could feel it settling in like a dark cloud.

He was alone, Again, on Valentines day,

it reminded him about how much more Lilth is happier without him..

He heard a squeak,  “ Ultamte Bad Boy! Come here!!  “ Nifty giggled, he put his hands down. She was very jittery Her bouncing, 

“ What is it Nifty? “ He said softly, she ran up to him and Grabbed his hand, 

“ Come on ! i have to take you somewhere! “ she said excitedly. 

“ Wha- Where?! “ He stammered, for someone as tiny as Her she was surprisingly Strong. she pulled him up to the elevator to go to the very top. She didnt say much during the ride but she persistently keep his hand in hers and she was muttering words he could not understand. 

The Elevator Opened and she started pulling him to the left. She stopped at the door that led to the patio. 

“ Go, Go, go! “ She said pushing him a little, then rushed away, luaghing. 

“ Weirddd “ Lucifer Said to himself.

what on earth was that? He thought. Why would she want him to be here? Maybe to see a new collection of dead insects, or alive. he pulled out the bug spray he had in his pocket preparing for what would be behind the doors.

He pushed it open,

Lucifer dropped the can and his eyes widened. In front of him was a small table. Alastor, with a wide smile, was sitting on one of the seats. He got up,

Lucifer shut the door immediately and leaned against. He could hear his heart beating, 

“ Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, “ He muttered repeatedly under his breath, Lucifer felt His Face heat up and His legs threatened to Give in. he did not expect this, he wished for something but he didnt think it would actually be answered.

He wasnt ready, all he was ready for is to go to his room and be alone with his depressing thoughts.

In front of him the shadow morphed and Alastor appeared, 

“ Your Duaghter Acts much like you, “ He stated, titling his head. Lucifer was stunned, all he could do was smile slightly, He couldnt speak. The Radio Demon saw that and took advantage.

“ I must say I prepared this for you and it was quite rude for you to slam the Door on such a thing, “ He put his hands behind his back and waited for the others response. 

Lucifer blinked, suddenly he was able to move. He cleared his throat, 

“ um, yes sorry about that- “ he forced out. The silence was ackward as Alastor seemed to be thinking, 

“ Well my dear I think we should start this over, “ He Held out his hand. “ May you join me for dinner, “ Lucifer stared at it, 

the thoughts of being alone for valentines day for the 10th year in a row dawned on him.

He didnt want that again, he wanted to be happy, he didnt want to keep deppressing over someone that didnt like him.

He should be looking forward to the one who does.. And he was right in front of him. 

A sudden burst of courage came to him, he gave his hand To alastor, which made him chuckle a little, 

“ good, thank you, “ Lucifers heart skipped a beat.

He led him by the hand and pulled a seat back. as Lucifer sat down Alastor kept his hand on his, once he was settled, he leaned forward and kissed Lucifer’s hand.

“ My highness “ he spoke, “ oh my Me, he said ‘ My ‘ instead of you, MY HIGHNESS “ Lucifer screamed in his head like a teenage girl.

“ in front we have a fantastic meal of deer that I picked and killed myself, I hope it is to your liking, “ he said while opening the cloche to reveal a fantastical meal.

“ why thank you Alastor, “ Lucifer said hiding his blushing face, he wondered why he was doing this, he never thought Alastor thoughtful.

“ may I ask why you are doing this? I thought you didn’t like Valentine’s Day “ he blurted out, As Alastor served both of them he looked up,

“ well a couple days ago you asked me about Valentine’s Day and I couldn’t help but notice your expression when i responded. “ Lucifer looked guilty, “ so I asked my mo- Rosie what I should do and she cheerfully helped me exert this wonderful dinner. “ he gestured around. Lucifer smiled helplessly,

“ oh, t-thank you Alastor, I’ve never saw you as a type to be romantic, “ Alastor smiled more genuinely,

“ well anything for my dear highness, “ he kissed Lucifer’s hand again, giving him butterflies.

It was a splendid meal, and the night was a dinner he won’t ever forget, he has never felt this alive in years.

They chatted all dinner, they laughed and even Alastor told him how it was like on earth, and the good things about. It made Lucifer relieved, that did not only sprout evil on earth, but buetiful things aswell.

Once they finished, Alastor spoke,

“ well, I must say, I now understand why people celebrate this vile holiday, if you find the right one.. it’s quite enjoyable, “ He looked deeply into Lucifer’s eyes, whose widened.

“ Right.. one ? “ Alastor nodded. It was a confession, Lucifer felt like he was about to faint,

“ Yes! “ he exclaimed getting up, he cleared his throat, blushed embarrassingly. “ I mean, I also agree, and this was wonderful, thank you Alastor. Tonight’s has been wonderful “ The Radio Demon got up aswell, he held out his hand, and Lucifer took it.

“ We aren’t done yet. I think we also have a reservation in your quarters.

“ Wait what? “ he said curiously, as they walked towards his room Alastor turned and winked,

“ Oh. “ Lucifer got the hint, he blushed then giggled,

“ oh Alastor, this has been my favorite Valentine’s Day for the first time in Eons “ Alastors eyes sparkles

“ that’s saying something if you were here before the birth of earth, “ Alastor said, Lucifer kissed the side of his chin. The walked in Lucifer’s quarters and closed the door

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A couple hours later they were both laying on Lucifer’s bed. Alastor stared at Lucifer as he slept, he immediately passed out after he put one Pj clothes. The short king face was passive, he was like a kitten when he slept, he was adorable.

Adorable?

He has only called people adorable to spite people, but now he knew it was a genuine thought. He has never felt this way before, not even when he was alive.

“ Dad, Dad? “ Charlie knocked on the door. Alastor opened it with a flick of a hand, he did not want her to disturb his highness.

“ Dad? I was just wondering how you were doing. Nifty was acting weird but she said that you went u- “ she stopped immediately when she saw Alastor holding her dad defensively.

“ oh. Um well, ha I didn’t mean to disturb you, sorry! “ she stammered scooting back,

“ say a word to anyone and I will make love to your father again. “ he said roughly, narrowing his eyes. Her face cringed,

“ I did not need to know you did, to begin with, “ she shut the door quietly. Alastor Rolled his eyes,

Alastor felt Lucifer cuddle deeper in his chest, he sighed peacefully. Alastor leaned to kiss his head, which Lucifer unconsciously leaned toward it. Alastor laid his head on top of the blonde-haired and went to sleep.

The End.

The Make Love thing was inspired by a post I saw [ I don't remember where tho ]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I an asshole for making fun of someone’s name and interests but then apologizing? I (16M) recently became friends with some people in my lunch hour. They are Z (17NB), M (18NB) and K (17M). M is dating A (18FTM), who i have met twice and had maybe two brief convos with, and he seemed sweet at the time. However, A is friends with the whole group, so they all know him and talk about him. We have joked in the past about the fact that A has the same nickname as one of my other friends. For the sake of fake names, lets say the nickname is Alex. I refer to my friend as Alex and Z,M, and K all call their friend Alex too. However, one day i called my friend by his full name- again, fake name, but lets say- Alexander. M makes fun of my friends name, saying its a bad name. In retaliation I jokingly say ‘your partners name is worse!’. A’s full name is a different spelling of a rather nice name, for this lets say its Alexyus (like Alexis). I mention that i like the name alexis, just say “but who spells it with a y!”. I also add, “plus theyre literally a dsmp and homestuck fan!”. OKAY BEAR WITH ME! i will fully accept and admit that thus far i have been an asshole. It wasnt okay for M to make fun of my friends name, but it also wasnt okay for me to make fun of their partner.

Anyways- no one seemed too upset by it in the moment, but later when i got home i received messages from M, K, and A. M’s had some odd sort of long copy pasta which basically said i hope you suffer, but it felt like a joke to me so just responded withh “i aint reading all that”. K’s message was wild tho- he said “i was just hoping you would kill yourself, overdose, hang yourself, or even just cut ur wrists. what is wrong with you, you fing freak!”. which is… wow! After i read the message i saw him edit it to add a “/jay” (meaning joking) at the end, but the original message had no indication of it being a joke. However, i accepted it as a joke because…. Why would he tell me to kill myself lol…. Anyways, A’s message was polite and formal, asking to talk about something i said earlier at lunch (A isnt in our lunch, he wasnt there when i made the comment about his name, but i assume M or K told him). I respond equally politely and we had a good conversation about it, i realized that it wasnt at all my place to make thats jokes or poke fun at A in that way, and i apologized. A said it was all good and honestly i was impressed with their forgiveness and maturity. I hoped A and i could become potential friends in the future, even. I was still peeved that K literally told me to commit suicide, but whatever yknow. The next few days at lunch were awkward but my other friend, Z, and me mostly just didnt talk to M and K. At some point my other friend, who i told about this, mentioned to K kinda offhandedly like “yo it was kinda fucked up u told (me) to kill himself..” and K informed us that he actually didnt send the message, it was A on his phone. M corroborated this story and then we left, but i was honestly so shocked.

Now i dislike and feel uncomfortable around M, K and A (although not Z, who agreed that what the rest of them did was not okay), because to me it feels like they all were okay and agreement of the message. But ultimately i’m really conflicted- it was definitely wrong of me to make fun of A (even if it was not meant to be serious, i dont know A well enough to joke like that), but i feel like telling me to kms is unjustified. Maybe it all is stupid drama tho, and i should just let it go?

*** i forgot to add- if its worth noting, since A is trans, he chose his own name, and mentioned that was one of the reasons he was specifically upset. Should i have not made fun of his name because i know he chose it himself? (Idk if it matters but my friend alexander is also trans and chose his name too. Also i love him and his name to death so maybe thats why i was specifically defensive of it.) but anyways:

Am i the asshole? Are we all assholes?

What are these acronyms?

[notedchampagne]

Do you think Alecto was better for being loved by Harrow ? That Harrow loving her during her imprisonment changed anything ?

Do you think one of the big differences between Alecto and the RBs is that she knows what love and being loved (and betrayed) means ?

Is this gonn be a "in the end, love wasn't enough, still it was better for it" situation ?

i think all the RBs, alecto included, know what love is. from the very start alecto loved john- and even if shes pissed at him to hell and back now she still loves him. john/the narrative portrayed the RBs as massive beasts ravenous for revenge, but varuns words implied that they were searching for alecto! shes a part of their family! of course theyre furious at john.

meanwhile harrows love for alecto kept harrow alive, but we dont actually know if alecto knows much of her other than the fact that anastasias descendant released her. you could argue that harrows love for her made her free, but honestly it feels a bit iffy from my end (in that harrow opened the tomb as a mix of her devotion + suicidal tendencies, and only fell in love with alecto after).

personally a "love wasnt enough" endgame feels antithetical to tlt as a whole... instead i interpret most of it to be "love is Too Much and will ultimately destroy your identity as you know it". love fuels so many characters' actions that later end up destroying themselves: gideon dies for harrow, harrow forgets gideon to preserve her, the sixth die as equals because they cant live without each other, pyrrha is susceptible to falling in love again and again and only serves to hurt herself for it. nona loves life and starts dying when she remembers john loves alecto. souls will always affect each other no matter how brief. im off on a tangent! what i mean to say is: i dont know if harrow loving alecto throughout her imprisonment changed anything about her. i do know that she and john have loved each other that whole time though, and i hope it will be for the worse

[ticklyblues]

hiya! i saw requests open, is it okay if i request a lee!hobie and ler!pav from atsv? Like a scenario where normally hobie is the ler but pav is able to turn the tables and flip it on hobie. Hobie would be shocked but smug, but as soon as the tickles start that facade would fade. I also headcannon if you get a certain spot for long enough hobie just melts. anyways take ur time and tyyy!!

Yes!!! Of course!!

(youre my first ever request btw :D literally so excited to write this)

A Lession on "Childish"

762 words

Lee!Hobie

Ler!Pavitr

(VERY brief lee!pavitr and ler!hobie but like only for a second)

CW: very mild and minimal swearing

The night was dark. The night was stormy. And frankly, the night was boring. The rain lightly patted against Hobie's window as him and Pav tried to come up with something to do.

"We could... go play in the storm?" suggested Pavitr.

"Nah," the punk said, "our clothes would ge' all soggy. Plus, isn' jumpin in puddles a tad too childish for us?"

Hobie did have a point... kind of. But Pav was dead set on going outside. He didn't care what it would take, they were gonna go play. It couldn't be that hard, the guy doesn't believe in consistency after all.

So of course he started whining about it. "Hobie PLEASE! We could bring umbrellas! What if we wore raincoats? Would that change your mind? hmmmm?"

Hobie thought about it for a second. If he was being honest, the only reason he considered it was to get the kid off his ass. The boy sat there with a stumped look on his face, trying to think of something to distract the other spiderman with while it continued to rain. All of the sudden, he had an idea. His expression was so intense, you'd think to check for a lightbulb above his head.

He looked over at Pavitr. The poor guy was still pacing around the room, no clue what was about to happen.

In one quick movement, Hobie was across the room, rapidly poking at Pavitr's sides. Foolishly, he thought he had won. "Finally, this should keep him busy." He hoped.

Spiderman India held back a yelp. Thankfully, his spidey-senses had warned him not long in advance. He was prepared for Hobie's attack, and he even had an idea to counter him. Pav almost felt sorry for the guy as he thwipped webs at his wrists, pinning him to the bed.

The punk's expression hardened even more at this. "Pav... ye know I'm not ticklish, right?" Hobie lied, pretending he didn't care one bit. He was hanging onto every last bit of hope that Pavitr wouldn't go any farther, if he convinced him it wasnt worth it.

"You sureee? 100 percent? Do you have something you might not want to admit, Hobieeee?"

"Ov course I don't!" he shouted back, still trying to keep up his "cool" personality. If Pav found out, he'd almost never hear, or worse, feel the end of it.

Pavitr hummed in response to this. He already guessed Hobie was at least somewhat ticklish, he just never got around to proving it.

"You know what Hobie? I know you hate labels and all, but you're pretty hypocritical... maybe I should show you what childish REALLY means!"

The older ones eyes widened at an exponential rate. "WAITWAITWAITTT!!!" wow, Pav had barely even dragged his fingers up his sides yet. This was gonna be fun. Spiderman India started with light little circles on Hobie's collarbone, going easy on him for now.

"Pahahahavvv!!" Hobie started, giggling like mad, "We can go play ou'sihihihide if that's what you really wahahahant!"

"Nah, I'm past that now bud. Besides, aren't you having fun just like this?" Pavitr questioned playfully, switching to scratching at his ribs. This made the punk chuckle a little harder, trying to squirm away but to no avail.

"Nooohohohoo!!!" Hobie squealed, if you could even call it that. "हे भगवान, होबी! This is a pretty bad spot for you, huh? Maybe I'll be a little nicer..." Pav might've SAID that, but he didn't really mean it. The dude always had a plan, after all. He started circles again, this time at his armpits, which quieted Hobie's laughter a little bit.

The punk thought that his ribs were the worst of it. Boy, was he wrong. After about 20 seconds of Pav under his arms, he could barely take it anymore. The guy tried his best to act tough, but his head shaking and shoulder shimmying could only hold back his laughter for so long.

"PAHAHAHAHAVVV!!! ENOUGHHHHH!!" As soon as Hobie shouted that, Pavitr immediately undid his webs and brought his hands back. He might be mean, but not THAT mean. He gave the curled-up spiderman a pat on the back, actually feeling sorry for him this time.

"Woah there man, that was a solid 2 minutes! New record?" Pav was only half joking, he'd never seen Hobie being tickled for longer than a few seconds, after all.

The older spiderman looked up with a smirk on his face. "Aye, I guess." He thought for a moment. "Wanna try beatin' it?"

Legends say that Pav didn't survive that night.

[secret-smut-sideblog]

We The Drowned

Ascended Astarion x F! Tav

18+ fear, drugging, injury, fears of pregnancy, dubcon, longing, implied death, self sacrifice, just indulgent drama

Astarion long since ascended, Tav has made her mind up to escape his grasp at any cost...

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Hands shaking, she laid awake. Plan already in motion. But Gods she was so afraid.

Tears sliding down cheeks she cursed herself.

It was what he wanted, what he begged her to help him achieve. Ascension. And Gods she had wanted the world for him. Wanted him to follow his own desires. Had trusted him. Trusted him to know what would be best for him.

She was wrong. So very wrong.

The man laying next to her was far from the man she fell in love with. Cruel. Cold. Vicious.

Oh how she had held on hope. Hope that he would come back to himself. To her. Staying by his side for so long. Years. The length of her hair, the state of her withering body, a witness to her despair, her devotion. Even searching in small moments, so desperate to see just a glimmer. But he was gone.

If she hadn't already known she did now. Pulling her into his bed chambers. Pushing her onto the sheets. Halfway through thrusting hard into her he had laughed, "My pet, I've made a discovery." Hand coming to wrap around her throat. "In this new perfect form I can do something novel. You can give me something precious, I know you want that."

Leaning into her ear, sharp fingernails digging into flesh. "You can sire me an heir."

Terror shook her body at the thought. She had refused being his spawn, that measure of control free from her. Much to his attempts at persuasion, then bitter anger. Knew it was only a matter of time before his precious little patience broke. That he would take her mortality by force.

But a child... his child.

No. No it had to be tonight. She had no choice. Before it was too late.

Held her breath in silent prayer. Felt a phantom twitch in her belly. If it wasnt already too late.

She had been working in secret on an escape plan for months. In the few moments when he would let her be alone she formed her route. Working out every angle, every flaw that she could. It was a great effort as he loathed to have her out of his sight, his reach. His consort.

His pet.

Now as he laid finally still next to her, drugged by the slow acting paralytic in her blood, she reached weakly against her numb limbs. Fighting the heavy pull.

Her handmaid rushed into the room. Right on time, Gods bless her.

"Here," She urged quietly, pouring the antidote into her slack mouth. "Good job, there you go." She encouraged sweetly as she shallowly swallowed, gaining strength.

Shakily she rose, adrenaline already throttling her spine. Gripping her beloved face in her hands. "He'll kill you. Oh Gods, Madeline I'm so sorry." Overcome in gratitude, in grief. Pressing a desperate kiss into her soft lips. Their last, she knew.

The memory of them holding hands in the garden, the overhang of the canopy shading them from the world. Leaning her head into the gentle curl of her shoulder. The tender way she had pushed her hair behind her ear. A love so brief, so bright. So little time shared.

"I know," Her beautiful savior whispered, pressing their foreheads together briefly. "Now go. You have to go."

Choking back a sob she took fast to feet, grabbing the supplies she had hidden under her side of the bed. Forced herself not to look back.

Running down the hallway she knew her time was limited. It was a potent paralytic but he was so much stronger now, would overcome it much faster than a mortal man.

Hidden door. Thirty paces. Turn. She ducked into the servants side door, the shortcut. The dark cramped hallway rushing past her. Twisting and ducking under pipes. Slats of light striking her face in a blur.

Steps. Remember the steps.

Bursting from the hidden door she rushed through the empty ballroom out onto the balcony. Empty of guards, the rotation switch.

The night air mockingly peaceful. She gulped it in. Eyes already zeroed in on her next hurdle.

Throwing her pack over the edge. Shuddering at the time it took to hear its distant thud against the ground.

Only room enough for one long length of rope in her pack, she had one option.

Downing a feather fall potion she looked over the edge of the castle wall, trying not to let the dizzy height consume her. Her fear too much, she turned her back, her heels kissing the edge.

She caught a pulse of light high above her from an ornate window. A crash. Out of time.

Closing her eyes she stepped back into oblivion.

Falling. Falling.

How she had fell from the nautiloid ship. Both an escape. But the time she had a guardian to catch her was far behind her.

Back meeting ground, the wind knocked brute out of her. Even with the potion the fall had been too great. Felt a crack in her ribs.

No time for pain. She had to go.

Scrambling to feet she slung her pack over her back. Planting her feet and taking off like a shot. Bare feet scratching and angry against the underbrush.

"Provolo! " She cried with precious little breath. Could feel her feet move lighter, the momentum coming easier. Haste, another precious advantage.

The sound of rising voices from the castle walls behind her.

Fly forth.

Ducking and weaving around trees, over logs, she felt a tenuous joy start to rise in her chest. Oh Gods she might make it.

Bursting out of the treeline to the magnificent sound of the sea crashing angry below. The tree she had chosen was still here, her anchor.

She ran the rope around its base. So many lengths tied together, long enough to let her drop somewhat unscathed. Tying the knot, the one she had been practicing for weeks, against its ridged skin.

"Please hold." She whispered. Whipping the remaining length out, invisible over the side of the cliff.

Tying her meager possessions into a small bag tight around her waist. Pulling her long braid out of the way, looping loose around her throat. She rushed to the edge, vertigo making her stomach turn. No more potions. If she fell this was it.

Taking the rope in hands she planted her feet, her toes gripping the loose soil.

Gave herself a single moment to close her eyes, take a steadying breath in, out. Okay.

One step backwards, two. Dangling out over the edge. So far to fall. Three steps, four. Dangling. Feet planted against vertical soil. Hands releasing, lowering. Five steps, six. Between worlds, suspended in air.

A violent pull upwards.

Her eyes flashed up, terror gripping her.

A pale hand, fist white knuckled.

Red eyes above.

Eyes full of... fear? No it couldn't be.

Her heart slammed against her sternum. The desperation on his face crumpling her will.

Memories pummeled her. His hand trailing soft in her hair. Eyes bright with mirth as they fell laughing over eachother by the campfire, a stupid in-joke. His voice whispering sweetness into her neck as he gripped her, hips falling into her shivering body.

The pet name she had given him, the one he he insisted he hated, hands on hips. The little smile he couldn't hide as she drawled it at him.

"Starlight?" She asked breathlessly, eyes swimming heavy with tears.

His so wide, so soft again. Her love.

But then he was gone.

"Where do you think you're going," Other hand coming to pull. "Darling?" He hissed at her. Another handful of distance lost.

She rapidly released her grip, white hot pain against the tender flesh of her palms as she broke her descent. Ground gained but not nearly enough.

The smuggled boat waiting for her under the overhang of stone, she only had to make it to the mouth of the cave.

But she knew it was over. His strength was too great, she couldn't descend fast enough.

She would not be kept, he couldnt have her. Only one option.

She looked up into his eyes.

"I love you." Bitter tears burning her face. "I still love you."

"Please let me go."

He laughed, wrenching another length of rope towards his body. "And give up everything? Every gift you've given me?"

Eyes cutting into her. "Every gift you can still give me? No..." Almost face to face now.

"No, I dont think I will."

She was deeply afraid, but more than that, she was angry. Bright fury ripping through her chest. One hand relaxing it's grip.

Angry at everything she had lost. Angry at him for tricking her into thinking he knew his own heart.

Spiteful at every single piece of the life she had wanted with him, that his ambition had stolen. The beautiful thing they could have shared.

In her heart she let it all go.

"Goodbye Astarion."

His hand almost at her wrist, slipping away. "No!" He bellowed, lunging fruitlessly.

She closed her eyes as it all fell away. His wild eyes, the rope, the edge of the earth.

Tumbling through the air she went limp. It was finally over. His pet no more.

The air singing through her whipping hair.

It was done.

She was ready.

Now she just had to meet the water.

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"Unghh..."

Far away. What was that? Gods, someone stop it. That sound.

She was so tired, just let her rest.

"Mmfhhh..."

Closer. Wasnt the afterlife supposed to be peaceful?

Was she not owed some Godsdamned peace?

"Uaaghh! " Her gurgling voice came to her all at once. Eyes shooting open.

Coughing great heaves of sea water, she rocked back and forth in the sand. Pinpricks of light in her eyes. Limbs rubber.

How. How had she survived?

From the state of her body she surmised she barely had. Broken, bloody, bruised.

And free.

She laughed wildly. He must think her dead.

Free.

Only time would tell if she had a new problem. Hand to her hunched belly. Gods above and below, spare her one more time.

Coughing and wretching she sat back on her haunches, exhaustion bone deep.

"Shadowheart!" She gasped, the plan suddenly coming back to her.

Sending a single folded letter with a servant, prayed it would reach to the Selunite outpost. Got a small book slipped under her door in return, a pressed night orchid in its pages.

She would be much earlier than she had estimated in her letter, but she knew that wonderful cleric would be waiting for her already. Not one to stand idle.

Pushing back with trembling arms. Rising on legs dead heavy. Heart lifted on high.

She began her long journey back to her life.

~

Part 2

[donnieisonfire]

Dan from Law,

Phil from Media & Editing

hello ! this is my first dan & phil fic, so enjoy. sorry followers if yall dont fw this.. NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER, WILL BE IN CHAP 2.

AO3 LINK

this is NOT a oneshot & will be updated frequently (i actually have chapt 2 quarterly finished as i post this!), i will update this post with links to next chapters at the end as the fic continues.

update : chap 2

Tags ;

office AU, Dan & Phil are NOT YouTubers!, Dan being a coffee SLUTTTTT, Dan getting a lil crush

THE SONG I LISTENED WHILE WRITING THIS :3

Dan woke up, starting his daily rituals. He had been trying to improve himself, half because he wanted to feel less shit, half because he wanted to be appealing enough that someone else would help him feel less shit.

He hadn’t had a relationship since 2019, which was brief and uneventful.

He opened his curtains (of which were basically falling off the shitty rod his landlord wouldn’t fix), hoping to open it to some sun. He knew that was unrealistic. He peered over London from his stupid-expensive apartment’s stupidly-shit window. His view was nothing interesting, at all. It was just buildings, cars. Very corporate, very regular.

He had a brisk shower, long enough to be sanitary but not long enough to the point he has to take out a mortgage to pay his water bill in 3 days.

He got himself ready for work, ready to get in his barely-working car and drive to his barely-paying-the-bills job. And he done so.

He drove, parked and trudged into the building. He looks at the mini Costa Coffee in the lobby lovingly, but decides not to treat himself as he didnt get paid for another 6 days and was living off of off-brand pot noodles. Instead, he steps into one of the 4 elevators in the lobby.

Theres a few people in the elevator with him. He gives a small nod at them as he enters. He presses the ‘7’ button, there was many other buttons already lit up.

His eyes surveyed the small group alongside him in the elevator, trying to see if there was anyone off of his floor - but he couldn’t recognise anyone.

There was an overweight short woman with greying hair, she was 5’4 maybe, a tall blonde man who was staring down at his phone, hm, and a man in a business suit who looked like an outsider here for a meeting possibly.

After around a minute, he gets to his floor and steps out. He wasnt the last, he had been stranded alone with the suit man for a floor or two now. Dan gives him a small, straight-lined smile as he steps out.

He walks towards the kitchen that was shared between floors 6 to 9 and begins to grab for his favourite mug - a faded mug with some star-wars quote on it.

When he couldnt feel it where he put it the day previous, he furrows his eyebrows. He focuses more on finding his mug, digging through the cupboard, getting at least 3 weird stares from others.

Whatever, someone could’ve just…not known it was his…although it did have his name scribbled on the bottom in sharpie. They might not of looked, it’s whatever. He’ll get it back eventually. Even if he’d prefer to get it back now.

He grabs a napkin and a nearly ran out BIC pen from a pocket in his trousers. He scribbles ‘If star-wars mug found, please return to Dan Howell from law, office 324’ on the napkin, ripping it in multiple places, and leaves it in the mug-cupboard.

He grabs some plain one, one he knew was unclaimed (because he checks, like a normal human being…) and made his coffee.

He takes a sip, burning his lip in the process, but, hey, he was caffeinated, could he complain? Yes, he could, he wants his Star Wars mug back. Twat.

He walks to his cubicle and gets to work once his cup is secured on his desk. He was a bit ticked off about his star-wars mug, but he puts it to the back of his mind as he begins to draft up an email for his client he was helping currently.

About 2.5 hours later, theres a knock at his ajar cubicle door. He looks up, “Come in.” he says, his voice a bit too posh for his liking (it always got like that if he was surprised with the dreaded human interaction.)

He recognises the man who steps into his cubicle, and he recognises the mug he’s holding even more. It was the tall blonde man from the elevator, and it was his beloved mug.

“Hi, sorry, uhm..” The man starts, Dan’s eyes are focused up at him, locking onto the man’s own. “I didn’t know there were claimed mugs, I only started last week. Here’s your mug.” He says, putting out his hand with the mug. Dan could see his passive-aggressive napkin/note in-between the blonde’s fingers. “Ah, or would you rather I put it in the sink in the kitchen?” He interrupts himself and pulls his arm back.

Dan just looks up at him dotingly, before he extends his arm and taking his mug back into his safe confines (his hands). “It’s fine here, Yoda has had more than enough travel for today.” Dan slaps himself mentally once he says that, that seemed twat-ish. He clears his throat.

The blonde man nods softly, “I’m Phil. From Media and Editing. Sorry, uhm...” He splutters his sentence off, continuing it once he glances at the napkin again. “Sorry, Dan from Law, office 324.” Phil adds, finishing off his sentence as he begins to turn to leave Daniel’s cubicle.

“Nice to meet you, Phil from media and editing.” Dan says before Phil leaves earshot.

Phil. Simple name. Although, Dan had a feeling Phil maybe wasnt too simple.

[transflynnscifo]

Thoughts regarding the Scifos

i felt like gathering some ideas that ive had and discussed with people in the past, combining them with what we have available from the novel translations of dnk. it'll be under cut for if you havent read the novels yet and/or havent finished tov.

this goes without saying, but obviously since this is all found within side content and not in the game directly, this doesnt mean its 100% canon. its only canon to a person if they choose to believe it!

also. this is all speculative so do keep that in mind!

but i want to take note of how much flynn's parents' influence (in the brief time they've spent with flynn) could be felt on him. obviously, this wont be an ideal look at it, as writing and ideas about flynn's parents wasn't a thing in the game, and instead started with the first strike movie (unfortunately, some plot points contradict with things within the game. this is not the post to talk about that though). flynns past is explored further in the novels, which released around 2015/2016

firstly, it would be good to try gather whatever confirmed info there is on flynn's father. flynn's father in dnk doesnt even have a name attached to him! but i decided to stick with the name we get in first strike: finath scifo. for starters, let's stick with only the information from the novels.

it's heavily implied that the scifos all come from the citizen's/public quarter. finath's death was enough of a blow to norein and flynn that they needed to part with their former lives and move to the lower quarter. with how sickly norein is shown to be, it becomes apparent to me that finath was the sole breadwinner of the family. you could argue that he probably wasnt a very important position of a knight too, since becoming a captain is pretty hard. (flynn is the spiders georg of knight promotions) hence, finath probably wasnt even that rich (but still doing fine when compared to the lower quarter residents). if he didnt earn much to begin with, then it would make sense why norein had to resort to selling most of her and flynns possessions and move out.

as to how he must have been as a person... clearly, his own sense of justice affected norein enough for her to wish to follow the same principles, even if it meant her death. the question i want to pose though, how much of his sense of justice can we infer? was he actually against people stealing? how much of his worldview has influenced flynn in the novels?

with how flynn seems to act about the dark wings in the novels, its possible to say yes, finath was against stealing. but even then, i cant find myself saying this with complete certainty. this is because norein makes the choice to not drink the panacea, and it's already been years since finath's death. i feel her memory of finath and the choices she makes must have been motivated by her own mental state, too, besides finath's morals.

when it comes to flynn, finath actually started teaching his son swordsmanship before age 7. historically speaking, trainings for knights in noble families started from age 7, when the child is considered a page, whose job became to serve the senior knight, as well as learning swordsmanship. with flynn even having a book on techniques that he continues learning diligently from, its apparent that finath had ambitions for flynn to follow in his footsteps. i feel i could argue this could also be part of the reason why flynn is so adamant about not besmirching techniques for the knights, and why he chides yuri about it (both in the novels and in the game). by doing the same techniques, it's like flynn is able to honor his father's death, even if knighthood itself is a sore spot for him at the time.

i also want to note the words norein uses in her posthumous letter to flynn: [source from this chapter]

You may not be able to understand the choice he made, or the choice I made, right now. I’m sorry for not being able to stay by your side until you did. Even so, I still hope that you will understand one day.

(emphasis in bold by me)

once again, it all comes back to choices and living (or dying) by them, a central theme of vesperia!

the wording here is fascinating, as we never quite get an explanation as to how finath died in the novels.

but ultimately, it was still a choice he made that lead to his death. norein probably knows how finath must have perished. does flynn? with how dodgy he is on the topic, it could be argued for either way. in my opinion, with how the novels follows flynn's perspective sometimes, it doesnt seem that bit in particular turmoils flynn. it makes me think he is probably aware of how finath died, but simply hasnt been able to fully come to terms with it (much like how he later struggles understanding norein's choice to not drink the panacea)

i feel like such an honesty on how and why both his parents died is a double-edged sword for flynn. while he is able to know the truth, it also makes him close off with his thoughts at his lowest. granted, this isnt fully visible in game, but id argue its one of the possible reasons he spends so much time coming to terms with different things and ruminates about it even when in the party (such as yuri's killings). in fact, in-game, he takes alexei's betrayal pretty badly, still wishing he could understand why alexei made this choice even in the latter's boss fight, much to yuris surprise!

let's move on to norein for now. we know she is sickly, and it's clear that she hasnt been the same since moving to the lower quarter. flynn tends to her on many days, and she requires his help on many things even as he is young. she's made the hat for flynn in the past, but you never find her making anything similar again. if she had any particular interests and passions, finath's death took them with him.

it's when she is able to teach the lower quarter how to read that she briefly regains a spark of life, and a purpose to do something. and when she is hit with the (presumably aer-related) sickness, she sinks back to how she'd been. she refuses the panacea from jiri, because it meant going against finath's ideals, and chose to die.

it's easy to infer that she was an incredibly depressed woman. and when she was hit with such a deadly sickness, i think she was simply waiting to die from it. obviously, it's a painful and a pretty terrible choice to have, especially as she does ultimately leave her son all alone. on the other hand, she believes flynn wouldnt be alone in the community of the lower quarter. its hard to completely rationalize her choice, as it all seems motivated by her own mental state. such as the fact she may also display some form of self-deprecation? how low would one have to be doing to think their child will be ultimately alright after their death?

what does all of this say about flynn later on? you see this as soon as chapter one of the novel. he doesnt wish to be a trouble for, or have his negative feelings be known by his mother. he puts on a smile, and isnt entirely honest with her when the other boys pestered him. he goes for the river escapade for his mother's health's sake, and not for any other known reason.

even when she dies, flynn is never able to get out of that behavior. as is noted in the last chapter for part 2, it's like he had no desire for anything. this was said about him not spending money, but this line seems to ring true about flynn throughout the novel. this is obviously due to the grief he's been dealing with, but it's also indicative of something flynn struggles in the future too. he is never able to be a very selfish person. arguably, when he expresses selfishness, it actually ends up causing some things to go differently (such as when he insists going with the party to baction rather than lead his brigade up until the heracles scenes) (or how, arguably, his own insistence to learn knight techniques evolved into norein willingly teaching literacy to the lower quarter residents)

especially in his position as a knight, taking any time as distraction even to speak to yuri for a bit costs him valuable time. this is already an issue when you become a captain of the knights, but its even further amplified when its an issue flynns been dealing with since childhood.

but when it comes to it, it seems to me that there have been some vague attempts for flynn to stop concerning himself with knighthood, from noreins end. i dont mean it in a "she was against it", but in a "she didnt encourage him" way. for one, flynn didnt have his first sword back for quite some time, until chapter 3 of part 1 in the novels when he and yuri bought it back. so he wasnt able to train with a sword by looking at his manual. and yet, the manual was the single thing flynn had left of knighthood and of his father.

finally, i want to invoke the reason the first strike movie gives for finath's death, and how it may have affected norein and flynn.

(this is incredibly speculative)

the movie says finath "disobeyed orders". for a knight who seems to have had astrong g sense of justice that affected both norein and flynns sense of right and wrong, it makes one wonder:

a) was he truly uptight about morals, and made an exception that resulted in him dying?

b) or was he more lax with strictness, but thebreader is getting a warped sense of his views through norein in the novels? a more back or white reading of his views, as opposed to nuance?

when norein declined the panacea, was that her way of affirming finath's morals when he didnt at his death? was the memory his family has of him sculpted into an ideal, rather than remain that of a person they knew?

we dont even know his name in the novels.

when looking back to the game, flynn is textually treated as the shining light of the imperial knights, and the light to yuris dark. yuri also has, by act 3, put him on a pedestal, undermining the equal standing they otherwise are shown to have in game. because yuri thinks too little of himself as a person, and thinks flynn of more than simply the person he calls his best friend.

and ironically enough, flynn in his youth makes the choice of sticking to knighthood, and ultimately, sticking to his beliefs. in the future, its a path where he has to numb down most of his desires for the sake of following his principles. he unknowingly may have made the choice of sacrificing his selfishness.

for his beliefs, finath had made a choice that resulted in the separation from his family. for her beliefs, norein forgot all that she had to live for, and gave up.

is it for a similar reason that flynn doesnt protest his commandant position? (there are hints that the commandant position broke alexei, after all)

...here is a final thought to chew on in regards to finath. stage play spoiler. its in rot13 cypher:

va gur fgntr cynl, gurer vf n fprar jurer nyrkrv naq sylaa gnyx. va gung fprar, nyrkrv zragvbaf sylaaf sngure, juvpu gryyf gur nhqvrapr gung nyrkrv xarj svangu.

i wouldnt take the bit itself too seriously, as, again, its not something stated in the original source material, but it opens room for speculation, so i figured it can be shared

[xxlucent-lordxx]

Hello, Windia. It's been a good while.

I... Well, you have looked out for me quite a bit, and I recently took up the hobby of flower arrangement.

I made you a bouquet and I hope you like it.

Well... Maybe not a bouquet-

I put together blue orchids, yellow roses, and white carnations.

Blue orchids are rare. They are thought to be a flower of confidence, loyalty, and power. I do not know how much of it is genuine, but you always seem to be holding yourself with confidence. There is power in your words, and despite our brief interactions, you looked after me. So I find you incredibly loyal.

Yellow roses have a lot of meanings! Many are very vibrant and positive, but... Well. I choose them cause they are well known as a symbol of friendship.

I wish to be your friend, if you will have me.

White carnations are a symbol of purity and good luck. And I think your soul is pure, I also hope you the utmost of luck.

I hope these flowers bring color to your life if nothing else. It was a challenging but fun experience to pick your flowers.

- 🦊 Aubrey

Hello Si

Nun Aubrey. Thank you. Your kind gifts are beyond me. im sorry for being gone so long its just what George said about the temple was…

i went to parts of the temple i wasnt allowed to. im not sure i want to be a part of it anymore

Your not bouquet is beautiful but you have the wrong image of me. i have none of the traits of the orchids or the carnations. i am weak i am corrupt i was a tool of the temple that sent oathbreakers to

Thank you for your gift Nun Aubrey. If you would still like to be friends then i would too. i dont think ill be leaving my room for a bit but ill pin a feather on it if you want to visit

[andy4yippee]

Dark riddlebat fanfic the poll was about, thisll be a series that i hope ill finish :) not beta read..

Tastes like silver . (pt. 1)

BRUCE WAYNE X EDWARD NASHTON

CONTENT WARNINGS : illegal substance abuse, mentions of toxic relationships that are brief. Hallucinations and a PTSD mention.

Taglist For DC content (comment if youd like to be added.) : @cutesludge

The clock struck one.

Batman-- Bruce, sat at a circular table. along with superman, aquaman..you get the spiel. meeting.

staring.

staring at nobody, at a wall.

Bruce pushes his tounge between his two front teeth, his thumb tense rather than resting in the webspace between his index and thumb calmy.

Nashton. Edward.

Cocky bastard.

He'd always say things, have the last word. it was bothering. very. Bruce hated it, he hated him. He was quite the stuck up. He knew he would do it just to get on his ass, to annoy him. And,

he considered giving him away to the police.

multiple times. but, that wasnt a option.

Edward had been..meeting up with him. Nothing weird!

And, bruce.. He couldn't sleep. He didn't really have a reason, per say, but, Bruce couldn't fall asleep. physically, could not.

he usually had power naps. he did have power naps. 20, 30 minutes twice a day.

It wouldnt work anymore. he could not go to sleep. he was tired -- miserable.

So, he did the only normal thing.

Pay for drugs.

Yes, Batman. Bruce Wayne. Snorting Xanax. On a good day, just enough weed to knock him out. what a sight!!

And, bought from the Riddler, too.

It worked. Put him right to sleep, or..whatever you call that. he would either do it in his car, or in his bedroom. and god did he sleep! but woke up after,

sick,

sweating,

and,

gross.

Every time, Bruce said--

"This is my last one." as he unwrapped the pill from a tissue, shakingly placed it on his dashboard, crushed it with anything he could find,

snorted it,

and passed out in his car for hours.

But every time, he went back. the addiction- it was horrible, he wished he never got into it. He wished he put Riddler in jail when he found him.

But, they were both stuck. Bruce couldn't tell the police about Edward, Because, they'd find out he was doing drugs.

that would be quite the news headline. Bruce chuckled.

and, Edward couldn't tell the police, nevermind go near one.

But- taking the drug, it was noticeable.

Bruce wasn't as sharp. he wasn't as polite. Clark, one of his closest friends, saw obviously that he wasn't ok.

Alfred saw that he wasn't ok.

Selina saw.

Gordon saw.

Dick saw.

Everybody saw.

And he'd try to fake it, tried to pretend he wasn't drowsy.

pretend that his mouth wasn't always dry, pretend that he didn't have a horrible memory, pretend that he didn't have hammering headaches.

But god, was it hard. Bruce wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of it, honestly. And quite frankly, people were starting to notice so much they asked him about it.

“Bruce.”

“Bruce?”

He snapped out of his trance of staring at a particular, non busy spot on the floor.

“Yeah? Whats up?”

Clark stares back at him, frowning, breathing out before he talks. Hesitating.

“Whats, uh..whats wrong with you, bud?” He asked, hand holding up his head.

Bruce chuckled, looking around and acting surprised.

“You’re asking me that? Uh, whats up with..that girl? Right?” He pointed at a random woman on the street.

“She seems down.” He said, before realizing the pun he accidentally incorporated, laughing harder.

“Quite down..” clark mumbles, staring out the window, before getting back on track.

“Ok, seriously, talk to me.”

Bruce coughs.

“About what? The weather?? Y’know, it is quite nice out today, might have a cookout! So, how are—“

“Bruce.”

A hand grabs his wrist.

“Clark.” He clears his throat.

“We should talk.”

The clock strikes three.

“Bruce, what is wrong!?” Clark says, voice raising in volume.

It was just them in the meeting room, just them in the building. Clarks voice bounced off the walls of the room and leaked behind the doors, into the stairways.

“I dont know.” He mumbles aggressively. Clark had been trying to get him to talk, and ‘i dont know’ was the best, honest response yet.

“Bruce, you- you can talk to me! You haven’t even talked to Alfred about whatever’s going on.”

“You’ve talked to Alfred? About- about me?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Clark scoffs, bouncing off from leaning on the table.

“Bruce, somethings up, and i mean..i care for you, ok? Whats happening? I wont tell anybody.”

Bruce clears his throat.

“I just feel lost, i guess.”

“Why?”

“I feel like I’ve lost my life. Its seriously out of my grasp and control, and i always feel in control, so its stressing.”

“That makes sense, i get it.”

Bruce chuckled. He didnt get it. He usually felt insane pride, like he was better than everyone. But he lost that, he lost his sins.

His sins made him feel human.

Now, he felt more stupid than he ever could, as unimportant as you could be.

“Yeah..uhm, hey, hows the villain fighting? Riddlers still out there, right?”

Bruce paused.

“Yep. I hope we’ll find him soon.” Bruce looks at the window.

“Look at me.”

— what?

Bruce shivered.

“Look at me, bruce.”

Bruce looked at Clark, eyes wide,

“Yes?”

“Youre no good of a liar.”

“What?”

“Youre no good of a liar. Spend your lies on someone else.”

Bruces eyes filled with tears, his mouth quivering.

“Im not lying to you, clark?”

— bruce?

“Hey, look at me.”

“What?”

“Are you ok? Whats going on?” Clark was now closer to him, his hand rubbing bruces arm.

Bruce looked at clark, the shivers disappeared.

“Sorry. Uhm, must be some kinda flashback thing.” Bruce shrug.

“PTSD? You..i mean, yeah. Kinda looked like it. But dont they last longer?”

“I dunno. Uhm, hey..Y’know what? This helped. Im gonna catch the road, before the weather gets shitty.”

“Really? Uh, bruce-“

“Seeya.” Bruce smiles, waving as he walked down the stairway, getting out of the room quickly, leaving clark worried.

As bruce arrived home, The rain pelted down relentlessly on the streets of Gotham.

His shoulders slumped, opening the mansion door.

He dropped his things inside, didn’t bother to look in a mirror, and briefly said hi to alfred before opening the door again,

Going back to that car,

Parking it in a alleyway.

Again, and again.

But even in his sleep, he felt alone, and he felt like no one cared.

That plunge into darkness, it didn’t help him. And, he wasn’t so sure why he kept going back.