#so im just stuck burning myself into the ground

[lupismaris]

Spent the entire day, work and otherwise, playing caretaker- adviser, nanny, big brother, big sister, valet, maid, therapist, devoted friend giving you away to something better- please fuck all i want is for someone to stop me and return the favor

[bl00dw1tch]

nothing quite like fixating on some technological bullshit to the point of Tears in the middle of the night to. Ruin your night!!!!!

[chlorinecake]

heyyy, could I ask for a soft fic like jay your fiancé wakes up to you squirming so much and whimpering cause of DAMN CRAMPSS na the doesn't know about your period till it leaks on your guys's bedd. then he tries to take care of it when you're asleep and when you wake up you get all embarrassed (lmao that's how I feel) but he insists on helping you and thought out the day he learns that you his fiancé has bad cramps, lower back pain, nausea, gets cold, often hot flashes and gets dizzy a lot basically bed ridden, can I be

🪻anon thanksskskksks

✿ — let me take care of you | p.js

pairing. 𓏌 fiancé jay x fem. reader 𓏌 contains. just jay being a super affectionate and caring fiancé, mentions of blood, some cuddling, kisses, pure fluff 𓏌 word count. 0.7k 🖱 ⑅ path to the bookshelf ◍

"mmm," you whined in your sleep, tossing and turning to the point that you woke up your fiancé who was sleeping next to you.

he cradled you from behind, hands covering your stomach as your hands squeezed over his.

"what's wrong baby," he pouted, warm face nuzzling in the crook of your shoulder as he soothed you.

still stuck in your slumber, all you did was whine in response, curling over his hands as the pain in your abdomen increase with a sharpness.

"____?" he whispered groggily, worried that you might be having a nightmare.

the softness of his voice somehow reeled you from your sleep, your eyes creaking open like an old door.

"can you just hold me like this for a little longer... please?"

"of course, baby, im right here..." he smiled, kissing your sweaty temple while his soothing hand caressed your figure.

jay couldn't shake how troubled you seemed in this moment, so he tried his best to stay still until you fell back to sleep instead of questioning what was really going on with you.

letting a few drowsy moments pass, he finally heard the sound of your purr-like breaths against the pillow, your body falling fast to sleep as your body grew warmer.

"ohh, you're burning up,” jay exclaimed, not sure if you could hear him as he said, “let me get you a cold towel."

he shimmied from behind you, pulling the covers back so the cool air from the ceiling fan could hit you.

that's when he saw a splotchy patch of scarlet-red blood right beneath where your hips were resting in the mattress, a bit of it having smeared from the sheets onto your legs.

with this, jay immediately knew what the source of your restless pain was now.

he sighed in relief, thankful that it had nothing to do with a virus, but everything to do with your body naturally functioning, just as it should.

as your fiancé, jay understood that it was his duty to help you when he could, and the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and have to deal with this mess yourself.

he went to the bathroom to warm up a towel with soapy water, wiping at the blood on your legs.

suddenly, your skin sprouted with goosebumps.

"poor baby... now you're cold, too?”

tossing the blood-stained towel which was meant to land at the edge of your shared bed, it accidentally collided with a bottle of soap in the dresser, the heavy container falling to the ground with a loud thud.

the sound was loud enough to wake you back up again.

“j-jay, what’re you doing,” you asked with weak eyes, feeling his large hand smooth out the bumps on your cold skin.

“you got your period last night, ____,” he said with a smile, but you only groaned at his words, turning to see the blood only to crumble inside, "easy now, baby."

"no jay, get away from me, I don't wanna get you dirty," you protested, turning over to move his hands just to end up feeling dizzy.

and nauseous.

"sweetheart, there's nothing dirty about this, i'm here to help you," he replied, your flushed face making his heart swell.

"but I need to clean this up myself- OH gosh, there's even more blood over here," you whined dramatically, groaning out loud before burying your face in your hands.

"don't worry about it, love. you can stay here while I run you a bath, okay?" jay offered kindly, not been able to hold back the chuckle in his throat thanks to your exaggerated reaction right now.

"no, no, I got it-"

"____, it'll give me time to get the sheets washed while you soak in the tub," he interrupted your rambling softly before kissing you. "I'll be back with your clothes and a towel once you get out..."

you let out a submissive sigh, not being able to fight against him anymore after he just kissed you...

besides, he really was only trying to help you, despite how embarrassed it made you feel.

"okay then," you nodded, crawling out of the bed with his hand in yours, both your engagement bands sliding over each other. "oh, and jay...?"

"mhm?"

"can you bring me a pad, please?... one of the bigger ones from the shelf downstairs."

he smiled at how cute you were in this moment, already feeling more comfortable with him being involved in this candid part of your life.

"gotchya, princess," he said with a smirk, taking the sheets and pillowcases off of the bed before going you in the restroom where he would soon run your warm and bubbly soak.

𓏌 Thank you all so much for reading this fic, and apologies to the original anon for me taking so long to get to this ;-;

𓏌 — tags: @squoxle @nikisvanillaccola @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @wonbinisbabygurl @addictedtohobi @watamotee33 @bachuya

[restlesspazzi04]

Love Island: A Pazzi Fic

Part 1: Day 3

Genre: I've somehow managed to think up a forbidden love/enemies to lovers/reformed player/slow burn love island fic all together so imma pat myself on the back bc ive been getting so many asks for all five

A/N:

This is just the introduction chapter to a series that will be very loosely updated as it's more of a fun project i'm working on but hope you guys enjoy because this is just me riding off the love island hyperfixation im in lol

Extra Note: this is will be on tumblr only mainly bc this series will be trash and purely for my self entertainment so idc as much. slow falling will remain on ao3 only :)

ik some people have difficulty reading on tumblr tho so if i get enough asks i will put this on ao3 if its easier

word count: 3.2k (this will fluctuate depending on my mood)

Format Clarification:

When the contestant name is in front of the text, that means it's a cutaway and not actually said in the villa!

anything in italics is to be read in Iain Stirling voice please i love him

-

Day 3:

It's day 3 and it's heating up in the villa! Will the current couples pass the test of temptation as two new bombshells enter for the ultimate challenge? Find out here on Love Island USA: WLW Sports Edition! 

When Paige first got the call that she was nominated for Love Island, she knew who put her name in the sea of women’s athletes picked for the show. With her social media agents wanting to get the “player” allegations away from her image to make herself more marketable, she was a shoo-in for the show. 

Paige was confident in her coupling. Ellie, the Olympic swimmer from Australia, was up her ally of girls: hot, brunette, and gay. They had been going strong for the first three days in the villa, with Ellie picking Paige on Day 1 coupling. In the mess of drama the other couples were whirlwind into, they had remained together as a voice of reason. 

“I’m just not really feeling her I don’t know,” Kate groans, slapping the ping pong ball back to Paige. 

“Bro it’s been three days and you’re already tired of your match? Couldn’t be me.” Paige responds, returning the ball. 

Kate and Paige being the only WNBA athletes in the villa naturally stuck together as close friends, being each other's confidants on Love Island. They had the common ground of basketball solidifying their sisterhood and frequently took each other's advice.

“It’s not that. I just feel like there’s no spark. Sarah is great and all, but I can’t imagine spending the rest of my villa time with her.”

“Why don’t you explore your options tonight if we recouple? That’ll start some crazy drama.” Paige laughs mischievously, wiggling her eyebrows at an unamused Kate Martin. 

“All the other couples are pretty locked in and I don’t wanna be a homewrecker… plus they’re probably bringing in new bombshells today if I got the formula right. Hopefully, they’re my type because I don’t think it’s working out for me and Sarah. ” 

“New bombshells? I mean none of them better be basketball players. That’s Ellie’s type to a T. It was hard enough fighting against you.” Paige jokes, slightly concerned at the idea of new people. It wasn’t like she and Ellie were completely locked in, but Paige knew she’d be at risk of getting kicked off the show if any of the new bombshells coupled up with Ellie.

“Ellie is not my type. She’s too nice. I need some passion in my girl." 

“I like nice. She’s sweet and brings me orange juice in the morning.” Paige says, dropping her paddle when Kate sends the ball flying past her head, "Drama stresses me out. That's why Ellie is perfect for me."

“Nah, I like a little fight. It’s hot when a girl is mad at you… you should know better than me ‘Miss Star Point Guard on the Golden State Valkyries’. Aren’t women always fighting over you?” 

“I already told you I’m not a player in the real world or the villa. Why does no one on the island believe me?” Paige exclaims, plopping down on the way-to-colorful couch in the Villa playroom. 

“I don’t know… maybe you’re insane eye contact with everyone you meet?” Kate says sarcastically, taking her seat next to Paige. 

“Blame my parents! They’re the ones who told me that eye contact is respectful." Paige argues before adding, "I can’t help I got beautiful eyes.” 

“Shut u-"

Kate is effectively cut off when KK Harvey starts screaming "I GOT A TEXT" throughout the entire villa, everyone making their way to the poolside where she was sitting.

"Islanders please gather at the fire pit for a surprise! #WatchOutCouples #Bout to drop a bomb!" KK reads loudly, the whole villa shouting in response.

"Welp, I guess this is your moment to find a new girl." Paige sighs, making her way over to the fire pit.

"Not yours?"

"Nope, I'm pretty happy with Ellie."

"You sure about that? Not even keeping an open eye?" Kate teased, ragging on Paige's loyalty.

"I'm definitely not re-coupling with some newcomer." Paige asserts firmly. 

"If you say so." 

-

As the Islanders all flock to the firepit, taking their seats next to their partners, they await for further instruction. 

“I GOT A TEXT!” Kate hoots out as the other islanders get excited, “It says ‘Get ready as your two new bombshells join you guys in the villa! #AreYouReady?’”

Paige looks over at Ellie, who’s already gripping tighter on Paige’s arm at the news of Bombshells. 

“I hope they’re not your type,” Ellie whispers shyly into Paige’s ear. It was a cute gesture, one that should’ve made Paige blush. Paige just gives her a reassuring squeeze on the arm, leaning in to whisper back. 

“I already got a beautiful girl, don’t worr-”

Paige is interrupted as shouting rings through the villa as two new girls make their way into the villa. 

“Bro, can you see her?” Kate says, pulling Paige up immediately as two figures appear in the distance. 

“Not with you jumping on my shoulders.” Paige retorts back, leaning up to get a better look, “They’re tall.”  

“Wait, I think I recognize one of them,” Kate says with her eyes squinted

Kate: You guys are ruthless in bringing my exact type. Fuck, I want to stay loyal to Sarah but I do still want to keep my options open, you know?

Paige has to brace herself for this entrance. She recognized the two bombshells immediately as they got closer. The WNBA world was small and both of these contestants were prominent figures in the league. Azzi Fudd and Nika Muhl, the star guards for the LA Sparks would be joining the girls on the island. 

“No way they brought in more girls from the league!” Kate whispers into Paige’s ear. 

“Did they run out of gays for other sports? Or is the league just super gay?” Paige responds in a nervous whisper. Ellie had literally told Paige on the first day that her type was basketball girls and it was one of the main reasons why Ellie had picked her. It was not to Paige’s advantage to have multiple girls chasing after her girl. 

“Wait, I know both of them. We worked out together at Kelsey Plum’s dawg class for a few days. She’s super hot not gonna lie.” Kate whispered lowly so Sarah wouldn’t hear. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve met them a few times. Did you know that they both were gonna come to UCONN but chose UCLA last minute?” Paige droned on, her eyes oddly trained on Azzi as they finally reached the fire pit. It suddenly dawned on Paige that she had never seen the younger girl in a bikini and it set an uncomfortable fire ablaze in her stomach. 

Azzi: Hi, my name is Azzi Fudd and I’m a 5’ 11” shooting guard for the Sparks. I wanted to come to Love Island to find my future wife and make a strong connection with someone. I have been in a lot of relationships and they don’t seem to go well for me, so I hope I find my match here!

Nika: I’m Nika Muhl and I’m a 6’ foo-

Azzi: 5’ 10” don’t lie Nika

Nika: Don’t cut me off! Anyway, I’m a point guard for the LA Sparks and I wanted to come to Love Island to finally find my love match and establish a strong connection. I’m super excited to meet the Islanders. 

Another text sound rings through the air, coming from Azzi’s hand. 

“Bombshell’s Azzi and Nika, Pick two people to go on dates with tomorrow before bed tonight. Have fun getting to know everyone tonight in the villa! #newcomers #shootyourshot!” Azzi read out, inciting excitement through the villa again. 

“Hey you’re Azzi and Nika, right? Guard’s on the Sparks?” Coco asks, making room for them around the fire pit to welcome them. 

“Yeah, we’re shocked they picked us to go together since we knew each other. You’re Coco Gauff. I’m a big fan.” Azzi gushes, hugging Coco. 

“Hey Kate,” Nika says, acknowledging the blonde in the crowd as she scans around, “How’s the island?” 

“Good. Surprised to see you guys here but I’m hyped. We need more basketball representation in here.” Kate jokes. 

“We get enough ‘basketball is the best sport’ debating from these two. Now we got more.” KK Harvey jokes, motioning to the two basketball blondes in the pit. 

“Basketball is amazing though, you gotta admit.” Azzi plays along, earning a few lighthearted groans from the rest of the villa. 

“Just promise you shut up Paige before she goes on a whole rant. Kate just eggs on that little pest.” Coco groans. 

“I’m never wrong Coco, don’t play with me. Tennis is fun but basketball is art.” Paige says, earning more groans from the group. “Do you guys know who you wanna pull for chats?” Ellie asks the two bombshells, jutting into the conversation. 

“Um, I have my eyes on a few people but I’m gonna see for the next few hours as I get to know more people on the island,” Nika responds. 

“We know you guys are in couples right now, but we just wanted to wait until we got to know more people’s vibes,” Azzi adds, looking around all the girls in the pit. A few couples had already gone off to different parts of the villa, but she was getting a good look at everyone left. There were a few people on her radar and a few people who weren’t. 

Azzi: Kate was making some pretty clear eye contact with me, but she’s on my “pulling for chats” roster.

The group spends the next few minutes getting to know each other and filling in the two on the island news. Paige tried to focus on Ellie squeezing her arm, but she was distracted by things she couldn’t comprehend. 

Things such as Azzi Fudd making flashing bouts of eye contact with her to no end. Paige was not one to falter at strong eye contact, but she couldn’t help but grow slightly nervous under the shooting guard's gaze. It wasn’t rare for Paige to catch the eye of someone. New people entering the villa the past few days had flocked to her, but she rejected them to no avail to remain loyal to Ellie. It was still fun flirting and making stable eye contact was one of her specialties. But Azzi Fudd seemed to be looking at her with a specific glint that Paige couldn’t pinpoint. 

Paige: Did you guys see the way she was looking at me? I can’t tell if she wants me in her bed or wants me dead.  

Annoyance? Lust? Hatred? C’mon Paige tell us what you see!

“So you guys want a little villa tour?” Kate asks suddenly while stepping slightly closer to Azzi, “It’s super nice.” 

The group makes their way around the villa, showing the two new islanders all the spots. Ellie and Paige stayed hand-in-hand as they walked, Ellie refusing to let go. Even when Paige got closer to Azzi coincidentally, the shooting guard would make it a point to take two steps away and it didn’t help that Ellie was pulling her in the other direction. They end up at the rooms as they finish off the night, the girls entering their assigned makeup rooms to get ready for bed. Azzi is put into Paige, Kate, Coco, and KK’s room, getting spilt up from Nika. 

“So Azzi, what do you think of the villa?” Coco asks while wiping her makeup off. 

“It’s nice, bigger than I expected. Soul ties are a lot more secretive than I thought.” Azzi answers, unpacking her bags. 

“Yeah, a lot of shit goes down there. If you go to soul ties at night we know you’re fucking or something.” KK laughs. 

“Do you know who you’re picking for your dates tomorrow? You get two right?” Paige asks, speaking up for the first time. 

“Yeah, two. I’m not sure who I’m picking yet. I think they’re asking me to pick in an hour so I have time to think in the shower.” 

“What’s your type?” Kate asks Azzi boldly, getting an approval look from Paige. 

“Uhh, I tend to focus a lot on personality. Just someone who can match my competitiveness and my energy. But if we’re talking looks, I tend to go for tall blondes.” Azzi says casually, immediately getting Kate to snap her eyes to Paige. 

Paige: Is Azzi flirting with me or Kate? If it’s me, I’m in trouble. Ellie is not going to be happy if I go on a date tomorrow. 

“Is there a separate shower room? I need to unpack my bottles.” Azzi says while standing up.

“Yeah, it’s down the hall to the left. That’s where our group showers.” Coco instructs, getting a nod of thank you before Azzi leaves. 

“Hold up, was she talking about me?” Kate polls the group the second Azzi safely leaves the room, “Or was she walking about the other two blondies?” 

“I think she was just stating her type buddy.” KK Harvey jokes, “Plus, she’s totally talking about me. She’s been giving me the eyes.”  

“Really?” Paige chimes in curiously, “Like slightly angry but confusingly hot?” 

“No, like she wanna look into my soul…What type of looks is she giving you?” KK questions. 

“Nothing… she wasn’t really looking at me, just wondering,” Paige adds quickly. She was probably just overthinking due to the reveal of her type. 

“Back off KK, you’re happy with Kylie. Sarah and I have been distant for days.” Kate playfully challenges. 

“Kylie’s great, but Azzi and Nika are hot, not going to lie. I kinda hope I get to go on the date with them. Don’t tell Kylie though, she might kill me.” 

“As long as you don’t tell Sarah. I wanna test my connection with the bombshells but I don’t want to blindside Sarah.” 

“You guys are acting like Azzi and Nika want you guys. She could be talking about girls in the other room.” Coco jokes, butting into the heated debate.

“Please, Coco. We get it. You and Paige are in happy little couples and don’t need to worry about recoupling. I would say Kylie would leave me the second another hockey girl comes in here.” KK says sarcastically before adding, “I’ve never gone for a basketball girl before.” 

“I have. And I know them better than you loser. Azzi said tall, that means basketball. She was clearly talking about me.” Kate argues back. 

“I’ll be right back,” Paige says suddenly, jumping from her makeup chair. 

“Where are you going?” Kate asks as Paige starts exiting the room. 

“Just going to chat with Azzi for a bit. Nothing serious. I’ll be back in 30 seconds.” Paige says quickly, ignoring any questioning she got from the group. 

Paige makes her way down the hall, knocking twice on the shower room door before it slowly squeaks open.

“It’s unlocked,” Azzi says simply, her composure even. 

“Oh. Some people are uncomfortable with people coming in during showers so I always knock. Wasn’t sure if you were showering.” 

“Nope, just unpacking,” Azzi says shortly, confusing Paige again, “Do you need to shower? I can leave.” 

“Oh, no. I actually wanted to talk to you real quick before you pick your dates for tomorrow.” Paige starts. 

“Sure, what did you want to talk about?” Azzi asks cautiously, continuing to organize her skincare on her shelf. 

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m in a pretty solid connection with Ellie and I don’t want you to waste your date on me because I’m mostly taken. You can still pick me, but I just want to be transparent from the beginning before we get to know each other.” Paige says while sitting up on the sink.

Azzi stood up from her packing, giving Paige a focused look of mild confusion. 

“What makes you think I’m picking you?” Azzi asks with an even tone, eyes unwavering from Paige’s. 

“Well, you said tall blondes are your type and that’s only me and Kate. So I assumed you’d use your two picks on us.” Paige says, slightly less confident.

Azzi steps closer to Paige, closing the gap between them. 

“Is it true that if you take off your top they can’t air it because it’s nudity?” Azzi whispers into Paige’s ear, pulling the blonde in. 

“Uh, yeah? They can’t air it. But they get kinda annoyed when we do it and talk about villa stuff.” Paige whispers shakily into Azzi’s ear. 

“Turn your head,” Azzi says as she takes two steps back, swiftly taking off her bikini top.

Paige had never swiveled so hard, almost falling off the sink counter. Paige turned her head halfway before she realized she could see Azzi in the mirror reflection, leading her to close her eyes as fast as possible.

“I know your reputation in the league, but I’m not trying to air out your business on TV, so I’m going to speak like this,” Azzi yells out before turning around, “You can turn around now, it’s just my back.” 

Paige opens her eyes to see Azzi’s long braids flowing down her bare back, the only article of clothing being her bottom bikini. Azzi turned her head to speak. 

“How are you going to judge me on my so-called reputation?” Paige questioned back, getting offended at the “Player” accusations she hated. 

“You ghosted one of my friends, so don’t act surprised I’m cautious of you. I came to the Villa to find love and take home the win.” 

“So did I. You haven’t seen me with Ellie. I have a lot of layers, you’d be surprised.” Paige says with a smirk, her voice growing bolder. 

“Layers? Yeah, ten layers of player. I know what you did to Alyssa.” 

“Alyssa? Who’s that?” Paige asks, racking her brain for possible Alyssa’s in her past.

“Jesus, you don’t even remember her. That’s crazy.” Azzi scoffs accusatorily, “Anyway, don’t worry. I won’t pick you for the date, I’m not going to intrude on you and Ellie. Seems like you guys are happy.” 

Paige watches as Azzi slips her bikini back on. Watching the muscles on her back contract as she pulls her top over her head. Her bare skin was addicting to look 

So addicting, Paige was caught red-handed admiring her as Azzi turned back around. 

“You sure you're happy with Ellie?” Azzi jokes dryly. 

“Very. She’s a great girl. Exactly my type.” Paige challenges back, leaning her body toward Azzi. 

“What is your type, Paige?” 

“Hot, Brunette, Pretty Eyes,” Paige says a little quieter as Azzi steps a little too close for comfort. 

“I see,” Azzi answers, nodding her head. 

“Don’t think I’m calling you my type. You just happen to fit it.” Paige adds weakly. 

“You saying I got pretty eyes? I know I'm the other two.” Azzi asks playfully, opening the door to the shower room. 

“Maybe. Let me look into them longer and I’ll decide.” Paige chirps back, a surge of confidence coursing through her. 

“In your dreams, Bueckers.” Azzi sings out with a laugh as she takes her exit, leaving a mildly dazed Paige on the sink. 

This was certainly going to be an interesting summer in the Villa for Paige. 

-

A/N: I apologize if this is shit, this is just funny for me.

[damianbugs]

If you r still doing the fic recs, what are some good Bruce and Jason ones? I'm going insane

HELLO. oh my gosh. you know, since exam month has officially begun, i should be studying, but like, why would i do that when i could be doing this instead? this is like. so much more productive for my happiness.

it's no secret i am not normal absolutely totally insane about bruce and jason and OF COURSE i will rec you fics of them. i have 150+ bookmarks of fics just centred around them so i really tried to narrow it down to a few of my favourites. if you ever need anymore please ask again!

what a truly disastrous tragedy they are. the blueprint i fear. no fictional father and son has impacted me more. jason and bruce fic writers lace their works in crack because once you read one, you are stuck forever. there is no escape. trust me. anyways!

BRUCE AND JASON FIC RECS

don't take your guns to town by kreestar

batman comes home from a night patrolling to find a 10 year old jason todd waiting for him in his kitchen. across gotham, at the same time, red hood is stopped by a 25 year old bruce wayne.

MY NOTES: no one is surprised at all that the first fic on this list is time travel. the characterisation in this was insanely good especially between young bruce and jason i loved their parts. so bittersweet and the ending was lovely!

I Will Always Be There For You by squashflower

There's a closet in the manor that locks you inside. It has no lighting or heating or air conditioning of any kind, and Jason, safe to say, wishes he could burn it to the ground. Or shoot it. One of the two.

MY NOTES: there is just something so good about stories where it switches from robin jason to an experience mirrored by red hood jason and this is the perfect example. so so good.

all the small weights by sparkycap

When Batman gets hit with fear toxin, he worries about his Robins. His Robins think it's their job to deal with it. Jason wasn't aware anyone still included him in that group, but according to Tim, he's the only one available.

MY NOTES: fear toxin the trope that keeps on giving. best thing about this though is that the actual fear toxin is not the main part of the story, and i think it was handled so beautifully and maturely in a way i haven't seen before. i cried (twice).

-> just an aside, but i think you should read the other bruce and jason work by this specific writer. they're all insanely good.

Mermaid Tears by minnow_doodle_doo

And if real mermaid tears were what Jason wanted the world to have, Bruce would make Aquaman cry glass.

MY NOTES: teehee sorry for recommending ur own fic in ur ask minnow but this fic is just so sweet and special i need everyone to read it. a wonderful look into that all encompassing love bruce had for jason when things were much simpler for them.

Aftermath by ivy_and_ivory

Now: Batman is in Paris, pulled there by a case that extends beyond Gotham’s borders, when circumstances lead him to a badly injured Red Hood – who might hold the key to Batman’s investigation.

Then: The Red Hood storms into Gotham, begins to stake his claim on the criminal underground, then abruptly disappears – but only after he breaks into Arkham Asylum and leaves the Joker dead in his own cell.

Or: A study of why Bruce couldn’t kill the Joker, what would happen if someone else could – and how you move on from the aftermath.

MY NOTES: you know when you find a fic and you're just like. oh my god. this is it. this is exactly what i wanted. this is all that matters. yeah. that's this fic to me. im sort of obsessed with the idea of batman bonding with red hood without making the direct connection that it's jason.

A Straight Blade by Sparkypants

"What happened to your face?" Bruce asks, reaching his hand for Jason's jaw. "You're bleeding." Jason bristles, cheeks turning pink. "I cut myself shaving." He says, and wipes at the cut with the cuff of his hoody. Damian makes a clicking noise with his tongue, "I'm amazed you haven't taken your own head off." He snarks. Jason shoves his chair away from the table, temper flaring. "Well it's not like anyone ever taught me, is it." He hisses. He's five years late, but Bruce finally teaches Jason how to shave.

MY NOTES: i am so okay so normal about this fic. such a sweet little happy story but i was literally looking down at my screen squinting through my blurry vision because i was tearing up. the unknowing domestic simplicities of being father and son (hysterical sobbing)

Stargazer by LemonadeGarden

Jason Todd is seriously injured during patrol one night, and is forced to stay at the manor to recuperate until his injuries are healed. To pass the time, he makes a list of things he never got to do before he died. Except there's one small problem: most of them involve Bruce, and Jason doesn't really think Bruce cares all that much about him anymore. This is a story about how wrong he is, but I made it sad anyway.

MY NOTES: okay so i think the best way to end this post is with the first ever bruce and jason centric work i ever read that changed the chemicals in my brain forever. THIS is the fic that made me really latch onto their relationship and want to see that reconciliation and recovery. THE roadtrip fic ever.

[otter-pup]

Once this tentacle is done laying, it pulls out and the egg closest to your cervix once more pressing down on your cervix. Though, oddly, it doesn't pull away. With the help of the other tentacle and smaller ones, back down to the floor. Almost as if they know that there's a high chance you won't be able to lay these eggs.

Still, with the help from the larger tentacle, the smaller tentacle and it wrap around your belly and squeeze. The eggs inside your inflated womb jostle around and move, some more even pressing down against the egg against your cervix, but it still doesn't budge. Not even an inch of it makes its way through your cervix.

It's some time later that the tentacles finally relent. It's obvious to them now; you're reached the point where the eggs have gotten so large you can't lay them. So they pull away and take to making you as comfortable as possible. The tentacles on the ground keep you propped up and your legs spread wide. Even if you won't be laying eggs, in the rare chance one does slip out, none of the tentacles want it becoming stuck in your cunt.

The tentacles take to periodically messing with your outrageously enormous belly. Pushing it from side to side, jostling the eggs even more. Or sometimes simply just pushing down with loads of pressure in an attempt to get even a single egg out. But not one egg manages to push past your cervix.

It's about a week later, maybe more, that you can feel movement in your belly. The tentacles outside of you react immediately crowding around your body and waiting for something. Eventually, the small outline of a tentacle presses against the skin of your belly before disappearing. The tentacle that's stuck with you the longest begins to stroke your belly, eliciting more movement.

The eggs are hatching, little eggslut. Are you excited?

🐺

im massive, once again, with this tentacles eggs, swollen bigger than should be humanly possible. i feel the first egg press against my cervix, and immediately, im sure this is it—my first unlayable clutch.

i cry out as the tentacles press down on my stomach, the egg pressing against my cervix harder, causing burning pain while barely any of it manages to slip through. i gasp every time they adjust, before going right back to crying and screaming while they try to force the first too-big egg out.

it’s a relief when they finally stop, making sure I’m comfortable and keeping my legs spread. im asleep in minutes, exhausted from the stress the failed laying had put on my body.

im always awoken to pleasure, at least one of the tentacles rubbing at my sensitive, swollen belly and making me moan. they aren’t even as intense when they push down on it to try and get me to lay—the pressure is just as much as before, but they relent much quicker.

the number of eggs in my belly stops me from noticing anything different at first—i assume the eggs are just shifting after the tentacles had been jostling my belly. but eventually, i realize it’s movement, something changing, as the tentacles gather around me.

im watching, too, and able to see for myself when the first tentacle presses against my skin from inside—a weird, but good feeling. the big tentacle wrapped around me is immediately touching my belly, and I keep watching as more and more outlines of tentacles bulge my stomach.

i loved being big for so long, but I’m excited to finally get these ones out—it means I can finally get even bigger.

[star-dust-stuf]

Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

title: dear stranger, heal my soul

warnings: some cursing

a/n: I can't believe I didn't do this earlier! the reader first meets Luke. I absolutely love this. sorry for typos, with love.

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My hands were dry and my eyes burned, I was in something hot, it burned my bare arms and fingertips. I was in sand, R2 beeping beside me mostly buried in the sand as well. I lifted myself, panting and sweating, I brushed off the access sand on my dress and my hair. 

"What happened?" I breathe. R2 beeped, he sounded a bit mad. "Okay, okay. I'll get you out." 

I approached him and dug him out, though it was easy for me to do I could understand why it was hard for him, he had no limbs. "Do you know where we are?" I asked, looking around. There was sand surrounding us. 

R2 stuck out his little satellite, he was beeping for longer than a couple seconds before turning to me and beeping some more. "Tatoonie? I have no idea what kind of planet this is but I don't like it at all." I brushed some more sand from my hair. 

I knew we wouldnt make it anywhere if we didn't walk, so as we did R2 followed. I was surprised he could move through the sand just fine and it was a relief I didn't have to drack a droid that probably weighed more than me through the hot sand. I was already sweating quite a bit before we even walked through a valley, yes mostly, of not all sand.

"I can't R2, it's far too hot." I lean up against a rock, sweat glisning on my face. R2 beeped. "Well, no I don't want to die obviously, but where the hell are we going??" 

He beeped, I sighed and stood back up. We continue through that valley but before we made it out there were small creatures with hoods and small little gears beside them. One of them aming them at R2. They shot it and it seemed to have eleticuted him, sending bolts that shut him down. 

Then they aimed it at me, I had no time to get away from it. It shocked me and I fell to the sandy ground, passed out. Possibly the next day, I woke up in a transport? The transport was shaky and there were a lot of droids in there. All shut down or possibly broken. I was scared but I was able to find R2. That was until they opened the doors. I was dizzy and my body still feeling the twinge. 

The creatures, whom has their own language opened up the large door, the sun peering Im that was too bright for my eyes. They dragged R2 out and me with him, along with other droids. There were tons more of those little creatures. When they pulled me out back onto the sand, I was squinting, the sun too bright for my eyes have not adjusted.

When I was able to peek through my eyelids I saw a small little... Rock? No... A home? And two people heading my way, one was slightly shorter than the other and had blonde hair, he was a lot more faster than the taller one. His voice was soft and sounded kind. But once he got close he was much taller than I expected.

"Uncle Owen?" His voice lit up my ears but I was unable to open my eyes completely.

Another male voice came from the distance as hs approached. "What is it, Luke?"

"Is that a girl? A human girl?" Luke was pointing to me. Owen was a little shocked and spoke with one of the creatures. 

"What's this? You sell me droids, you don't pick up human beings." Owens voice sounds almodt furious. 

The creature spoke, it's voice was higher in pitch. It sounds to me like absolute gibberish. Owen waved him off, "yeah, I'll take her." 

Luke stepped close to me, he placed his hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you alright?" I was still unable to open my eyes completely, my body feeling the past shock. "Uncle Owen? She doesn't look so good." He spoke to his Uncle who was twelve feet away. 

Owen nods to Luke, "yes, take her inside." 

I managed to speak to the boy, Luke. "And R2..." 

R2 rolled up beside me, Luke thought for a moment but then nodded. He didn't want to waist time keeping me out here any longer. He led me up to The Lars Homestead, taking me down the steps and entering a room. Luke led me to the step above the other door that led back outside and sat me on the floor. 

"There, I'll see what I can do about your eyes and then I'll clean your droid." His voice was softer, it was a lot cooler in the room, shady and neat, some beeping and buckling assuming it was some other stuff behind me. I was rubbing my eyes.

"Don't rub them. You'll make them worse." He kneeled down to me and placed his hand on my forehead, letting his thumb lift my eyelid. "Being in that Sandcrawler for a whole night might have messed with your eyes. Not to mention you must have gotten some sand in them." 

He grabbed a small cup of water, "put your head back and try to open your eyes, im going to flush them a little, I promise it won't hurt too badly." He was kind. And I listened, I was sick of not seeing.

When I put my head back he poured water over them, making my face get a little wet in the process, I wince. "Ow!" 

He nods and smirks, "not too bad." I blinked a little before I was able to open them a little more than before, I saw his beautiful face, his blue eyes and blonde hair, his first white clothes and his soft cheeks. He smiled a little, "better?" 

I nod, "thank you... I suppose I already got your name. Luke."

He chuckles and nods, "what's your name?"

"Y/n." My voice was a little scratchy, he nods and heads to R2, all dirty and I didn't notice till now, now that my eyes are open completely.

Luke grabs a small tool and and scraped off some of his dents. "Where are you from? You don't look like you're from here at all." He laughed a little.

"I was actually on a ship with my brother, I was trying to fix something and R2 was helping me, I guess I pulled a wrong switch and the floor opened and we fell through, luckily the sand broke our fall."

Luke was intrigued, "you have a brother?"

I nodded, "his name is Han Solo. Gosh he's gonna kill me when he finds out I was dumb enough to pull some stupid wires." 

Luke chuckles. "Yeah, good luck with that." 

"I mean I guess i'll find him here. He was here for something about paying dept, he never really told me. But he wanted to go to the Cantina. You know where that is?"

Luke nods, "a little ways, it's not a nice area to be in though." 

I nod a little. "Been there?" 

"Not since I my friend Biggs left Tatooine. Hes an ace pilot." 

"Oh. How interesting. He left recently?" I asked, hoping I wasn't getting into something too sensitive. 

Luke nods, "I'm glad he left though. He always dreamt of leaving Tatoonie." 

"Are you able to take me to the Cantina? I might have a chance of finding my brother, he might even be looking for me." I tried to stand up.

Luke stood up and tried to sit me back down. "You should sit down for a bit. I'll get you some water. I bet those Jawas used an ion blaster on you?"

"Jawas?" I chuckled.

Luke smiled, "yeah, I suppose they did hit you with it, huh? Still feeling a little tingly?" I nod, he nods in return. "Sit for a bit longer, you won't be able to function right after a hit of those things."

He stood up and left the room only for a minute to get me some water. He returned and handed it to me. "I'll clean your droid and see how you do after that. If you're alright I'll take you to Mos Eisley. That's where the Cantina is." 

I nod in return drinking the water as Luke got back to cleaning R2. He was beeping and making all kinds of noises. "Gee, he's a noisy little guy isn't he." Luke smiled. 

After a bit and R2 was all clean, Luke helped me up, dustinf off some sand from my shoulders and my hair, as he did I just realized how hand he is, his blue eyes sparked in the little light and his hair was all glossy. He smiled before he held one of my arms and spoke. 

"Let's see if you can really take a first step." I started a little wobbly but I put one foot forward, I wasnt as trembling as I was when I walked in here, and my eyes where completely open now. "Good, you're almost back to normal. Just try not to run for whatever reason that might be."

He walked me back up the steps to the sandy ground, the two suns shining over us. Luke walked up to his uncle, speaking. "She's got a brother whos in Mos Eisley, can I take her?" Luke leaned up on the table over the small tarp. 

His uncle glanced at me and back at him, "fine, take your landspeeder and don't wonder around there, don't go in any shops and don't buy anything. And most certainly do not lose her. Got it?"

Luke nods, waving him off and walked back to me. "Yes, Uncle Owen." He rolled his eyes playfully at me as sign his uncle is always so stricked. 

He walked me around the Homestead and to his landspeeder, definitely more rusty that R2 was before he cleaned him. "And this'll get us there?" 

Luke smiled and he hopped, gesturing I do too, so I did. "It's fast, I promise." 

He wasn't wrong, when we took off I felt an adrenaline but it felt good, my heart was going and so was my blood, there was a warm breeze, R2 in the back. Once we got it to the town it was filled with different kinds of creatures, some I've seen before and some I have not.

But once we did make it there we had to get off his landspeeder, I didn't ask why. He seemed like he knew where he was going. And had a glint in his eyes when he heard some jazzy music playing.

"This way." He held my hand a little just so he didn't lose me. I felt heartwarming by it, the small gestures. 

He led me into the Cantina. Music a bit louder that I thought. "Okay, just stay by me and we'll look for your brother, make sure R2 follows." 

I nodded. He held my hand as we walked through the crowd of creatures and some humans. It smelled like a stuffy room, interesting drinks and the different smells of different things. Luke let me look around but only if I was with him, then... There was a loud fire of a heavy blaster pistol echoed in the Cantina. Me and Luke turned to the sound as a long with the other people and creatures who went silent.

We didn't want to make a move till they went back to what they were doing, as so they did. And when we approached where the sound came from I saw Han, sitting there, his blaster had smoke beaming out of it, his legs crossed but his eyes grew wide when he saw me. "You little rebel!" He stood up and approached me, looking at Luke as well. 

"What the hell did you do??" He sounded pissed. 

"I was trying to buckle in R2 and then-." Han cut me off. 

"Yeah, lie to me another day sweetheart."

I sigh, "I was trying to fix the hyperdrive and I pulled the wrong wire and... I fell through one of the hatches. R2 with me." 

Han chuckled, "I told you not to touch a thing, you can't even fix a damn light!" 

"To be fair, you broke that light." I wasn't as pissed as him, just hoping he wouldnt embarrass me in front of Luke.

"And who's this?" Han smirked at Luke, Luke saw his intentions clearly and looked at him with contempt. 

"Luke Skywalker." Luke held out his hand to shake Hans. 

Han smirks. "Your new boyfriend?" he ignored his hand and Luke rolled his eyes in return.

I grew defensive, "no Han, he actually helped me thank you very much!"

Luke couldnt help but laugh a little, he crossed his arms. R2 beeped. "Oh, surprised you didn't lose R2!"

I gave him a smug look, "you underestimate me sometimes." 

He laughed a little, "you're my little sister, what you expect, more?"

Luke spoke up, "whyd you fire your pistol." He seems like he wanted the bickering to stop.

"Oh, just some unfinished business, kid." Han put his pistol on his side.

Lukes eyes almost light up like a child's joy when he saw the pistol. "Is that a DL-44!?" Han looks at him for a moment, Luke clears his throat. "Not because I'm interested or anything." 

"Right, you just keep your thoughts to yourself okay?" Han patted his shoulder, his smile was sarcastic. 

[thyln4gf]

Eternally yours

✞ You seem to be encountering the same man, over and over. He's everywhere you go. Is he obsessed with you?

✞ Just a silly little thing that I wrote, cutely short (2080 words). Has some spanish in it, and im not fully fluent, so i used a bit of a translator here and there.

✞ I have synesthesia! Here's 5 songs that i associate with this fic: "Weight beneath my sin" - FFDP, "The retaliators theme (21 bullets)", "Anywhere but here" - FFDP, "Deutschland" - Rammstein, "Rein raus" - Rammstein.

✞ Warnings: Blood, violence, gory descriptions. Intensely psychotic reader, who has taken a liking for blood.

✞ Alejandro Vargas x soldier/operator/assassin!reader

“Eres demasiado fascinante para olvidar, muñeca bonita”

A man's voice echoed in your ears as you stood there, your breath ragged and heavy. You felt blood running down your face, the warmth you initially felt slowly going away, the liquid getting stickier as it dried. Funny detail? The blood wasn’t even yours. A smirk played on your lips from the thought, the sound of cracking bones still replaying over and over in your brain. The way the body reached the ground with a loud thud, making the bones you just broke stick out even more. The red, warm liquid seeping further and further, quickly creating a puddle. And you couldn’t help but watch it spread. Good thing he's not bloodying a carpet, eh? Would be a pain in the ass to get it out.

You quickly get brought back to reality when you hear a cough right behind you. You slowly turn around, the sadistic and almost psychotic smirk still on your face. The face you're greeted by makes the smirk spread even further – and you let your eyes glide over his body. Doesn’t matter that at this point, you see him more often than your own family – he's still good looking. Despite him being your deeply rotten enemy, everything about him attracts you. His eyes. His frame. His stubble. The growl in his voice when he's trying to keep it low. His accent. The way you see him hesitate when raising a gun to your head, and his burning eyes.

You eventually make your way back to his eyes. And there it is – the heat in his eyes that could burn down a country. Ah. You see that his gun is already raised. The smirk never leaves your face, but the mans eyes widen at the sight of you covered in blood, and whatnot – he swore that he could see some bone shards stuck in your hair. You almost see something else – but he quickly shakes it off, seemingly not wanting you to figure it out. His gun is fixated on your face, but you can see him shift the aim to the middle of your forehead. If you weren't already smirking from ear to ear, it would be spreading even further. Something about the uncertainty of the situation pumped that sweet, sweet adrenaline through your veins – it even excited you. The idea of finally being the one bleeding out on the floor, limbs twisted in ungodly ways… Finally being the one being watched as your life drains out of your body, and not the one watching… it aroused you.

“Answer me this… And don’t make me repeat myself, amor.” The words suddenly leave Alejandro’s lips, but in a rather slow manner. His voice is low and raspy, pleasing your ears. “Why is it always… you?” He makes a few slow steps towards you after he finishes the second sentence, the gun still trained on your forehead. However, you don't move. “Every time I hear about another bloodbath, I know im going to see your face. Again, again, and again. Why?” He's even closer to you now, you could hear his breath if you tried. The way he looks at you hasn’t changed one bit – he still looks like he's about to eat you alive. You just don’t know if he wants to blow your brains out, or your back. And it's hot.

A slow chuckle escapes your lips. You couldn't help but find the way he's acting rather… Adorable. We see each other often. I have him figured out inside out, so I’d only assume that he has done the same with me. Has he not? Does he not care as much as I thought he would?

“No me hagas esperar demasiado. Te disparariá. Sin embargo… Creo que estarías bien con eso.” He speaks up again, now right in front of you. He shifts his hold of the pistol, now putting it to your temple, pressing the cold metal against your skin. You can even hear a small click sound – his finger is increasing the pressure being applied to the trigger. And just like that, you feel your heart skip a few beats, and your arousal rising.

“Why am I doing this? Does a bear shit in the woods?” The words leave your mouth smoothly – almost like you didn’t have a gun aimed at your head at the moment. Your smug smirk melts away, leaving Alejandro to look at the most disturbing expression he has ever seen – the coldness radiating off your features, but those eyes… you could tell him what to do, and he would obey. You wish you could answer his question easily – but something inside of you… doesn’t want him to know. Voicing your thoughts, that are more of a sadistic nature, would feel like stripping your clothes off in front him. I mean… that wouldn't be… undesirable. But the thing behind it all is years and years of trauma – you knew that you get judged for anything that leaves your mouth, so this wouldn't be an exception.

Doing what you were doing became a part of your life a long time ago – it burned into your soul like a scar into your skin. The first time you were made aware of your nature was when you were barely 7 – you watched as your sister tripped and fell to the floor, breaking her nose, blood gushing out and staining her clothes, dripping onto the floor. You never quite forgot the sound of the blood trickling onto the floor – tick, tack. Tick, tack. Tick, tack. You remember staring at the sight in front of you, and not being able to say a word to get her help – you were too focused on the blood – you were observing. How it trickled down, how it seemed to draw its own patterns onto her skin. You wondered what it might taste like, and if you could see something like that again soon. The first times are truly special and unforgettable, huh?

While you were lost in your own little world, Alejandro was still looking straight into your eyes. And he didn't know what to think – if the sight terrified the living hell out of him, or if it… turned him on. The passion in your eyes was undeniable, and it was a truly beautiful and fascinating sight to witness. But the fact of what he asked about – your reason behind years and years of bloodshed, in the most violent, cruel ways – and the way you responded to it was rather terrifying. The look in your eyes said everything he needed to hear and more, and nothing at all at the same time. He decided to look you up and down, something he hasn’t done today yet. He already got a good view of your face – covered in blood. He couldn't even make out your freckles that he loved so much – he might or might have not imagined kissing them all a few times. Moving onto your hair, another trait that was so fascinating about you – it seemed to flow like a river beautifully, even if tied up. Right now? It was covered in blood. Dried up blood, mud, and probably even some human remains. His eyes slide down, his eyes catching onto your gear first – it looked like it just went through hell – a few bullet holes, tears, and various stains decorated it, almost with pride. Your arms – oh, boy… You for sure look like you work out, and he caught himself thinking of you squishing his skull with those arms. He could see a spot where a bullet grazed your skin – it looked pretty fresh. He looked down at your legs for a second, but he didn't exactly like the thoughts that seemed to instantly creep into his head – so he shook it off and looked back to your eyes. He expected to see your zoned out gaze looking away – but you were looking straight into his eyes, an eyebrow raised, no trace of the manic smile left on your lips. He felt like he got caught, and his eyes widened.

“What, scared? Gods… You're acting like an awkward teenager in front of a hot teacher” the words leave your mouth, mocking him. However, your tone doesn’t change – the calm, cold, and almost seductive one that everyone has engraved into their brains. Its enough to send a shiver through anyone's spine.

You slowly reach for the cigarettes and your lighter in one of your pockets, not wanting to scare him that much – you feel like you did enough today – the look on his face after your latest sentence… you shook the poor man to the core. He seemed like he wanted to say something, his mouth opening and closing. He doesn't even notice your movements until he hears the sound of a lighter, and sees you light a cigarette. It was yet another sight that he loved looking at – you blowing out the smoke. You seemed to have a habit of blowing out the first inhale throughout your nose – and he wondered if you'll do it this time as well. Ah, here it is. The smoke slowly left your nostrils in the form of some pretty clouds. The look on your face didn’t change, at all – but he caught a satisfied sigh escape your lips. You pull away the cigarette, and he can see the blood that transferred from your lips - he can suddenly feel a shiver slither through his spine. He feels like the time has gone cold – just your eyes staring at him existed at this very moment. For a moment, he forgets that he's currently holding a gun to your head.

“I don't know about your thought process… but. We're both wrong here. Yet you don’t seem to want to take your part of the blame. Don't you think?” You speak up again, your voice visibly lower. Your gloved fingers put the cigarette back between your lips, and you slowly slip the gloves off, revealing blood soaked hands. Completely covered in a deep crimson red. As you do so, you still inhale the smoke and blow it out with the cigarette never leaving your lips.

Meanwhile, Alejandro just stares at you. He still looks a little embarrassed by the fact that he got caught checking out the enemy, but now, he's also completely caught up inside of his own thoughts. You really had him thinking – has he been avoiding the obvious? Himself? He slowly pulls the gun away from your temple, and lowers it. He's still looking at a random point in the distance, somewhere behind you – his gaze is so intense that it almost makes you look the same way.

You take this as an opportunity to take a step towards him, now definitely invading his personal space – you could feel his breath on your face, if you angled your head right. You lean closer to his ear.

“Think about it.” – the words leave your mouth slowly. You inhale some more of the cigarette, and blow the smoke out. You don’t turn away, however, and it hits Alejandro’s neck – secretly, hes loving every second of this.. “¿Quizás tú también eres culpable? Sabes que estás muy, muy lejos de ser dorado…” you add, now in a whisper. You're not looking into his eyes at the moment, but you can hear him choke on air – you know spanish? All this time, he was speaking the language whenever he didn't really want you to understand – be it something filthy, or something he was just too ashamed to admit.

You put the cigarette back between your lips while a smirk spreads across them, pulling away from him, taking a few steps back. And you continue doing so, wanting to leave. Alejandro was about to say something, but he sees you spinning his pistol around… his pistol. In your hands. How the hell…? But he can't help but let a grin spread as he laughed – this happens every time. Every. Damn. Time. He arrives to capture you, and each time it seems like he's about to succeed – but you always leave. Smoothly. Just like that. You now turn around, and put some more speed in your step. He stares at you as you leave. Just as you thought that he's not going to say anything anymore, you hear his voice, a smirk in his tone is evident - coming from back where you left him.

“Hasta la próxima, cariño.”

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© 2023 thyln4gf. all rights reserved.

[lostinhisworld]

burnt memories - JOHN B ROUTLEDGE

warnings: short angsty sibling fic. mention of death and being missing. she/her pronouns. john b being a bit of a dick. sad y/n. unedited. an old draft.

word count: 346

hope you enjoy x

for anyone waiting on a request, im sorry. i have seen them and started writing, ive just been a bit busy with the holidays.

her eyes glowed with the dying fire's embers, orange light brightening the colours in her irises. she smiled a small grin, watching the ashes decorate the ground around her.

too stuck in her own world of flames and burnt memories, she missed the sound of approaching footsteps.

his eyes locked on the charred envelope, only half touched by the heated glow, his face contorted into a confused expression. "you burnt my letter?” he breathed, voice full of sorrow.

waiting for the girl's response, he turned to face her. tears lined her eyes, contrasting the bright smile on her lips.

"why did you burn the letter?" he continued as her silence stretched. "i wrote it myself. i wanted to see you." he cried.

between sad, angry and helpless she tells him, "why don't you ask Sarah?”

shaking his head in despair, John B reaches for his sister, watching her pull away from his touch at the last second. "no, do not touch me." she demanded. "you don't get to abandon me and then be upset that i don't want to hear from you."

he whispered her name as a plea, “please don't be like this." the older Routledge kid tried. "we promised not to turn our backs on each other."

the girl scoffed, roughly wiping her tears with the sleeve of her jumper— the jumper that once belonged to him, and the only reminder she had left of her brother.

"don't lecture me on promises when you are the one who can't keep them." she shouted in response. "you promised you'd be safe, that you wouldn't disappear like dad did,"

she chocked on the last two words, a sob forcing its way out of her throat. "but you did. you disappeared, John B.” she forced, pushing at the boy's chest. "and then i hear from some random girl that you're back and living in the Cameron mansion. do you know what that feels like?"

"to lose the only two people you have? to sit around hoping the only family you’ve got left aren't dead, being eaten by fish in the middle of the ocean?"

"come on, you've got to know i’m sorry."

"you've been back for weeks, JB," she stated, her voice losing edge. “and all i got from you was a lousy letter.” another tear marked her cheek, yet she made no move to wipe it. "i’m exhausted, i don't have any fight left in me. so, i give up.”

[palant1r]

Please give me your task force headcanons. This is a stick em up.

ALL RIGHT ALL RIGHT IM HANDING EM OVER!!! i'll limit myself to three headcanons for each member otherwise we'll be here all day.

Aizawa: -Divorced his wife at some point during the timeskip. This was good for him because his wife is canonically physically abusive — but Light absolutely used that to spur on the separation, having learned his lesson from Naomi and wanting to tie up loose ends since he planned to kill Aizawa at some point -Was a police detective prior to joining the NPA. Was in the same precinct as Ide and somewhat of a mentor to him -Unwinds by going to karaoke bars with total strangers. The others never find out about this

Ide: -The second most sympathetic to Kira out of the task force, just doesn't show it. He sees what Kira is trying to do, and doesn't really oppose it on coherent moral grounds, it's just not the kind of world he wants to live in, and he knows there's no place for him in it. He's a very practical person. -Aroace and doesn't realize it, so he's just continually baffled by romance. But he's still able to pick up on the romantic feelings of others, like he does in chapter 108. -Gets roped into watching soap operas with Matsuda

Mogi: -Gay. Him and Matsuda have run into each other at a gay bar and not acknowledged it -Oldest of a pretty large family, and learned to cook dinner for his siblings while his parents were out working late. Went all-out cooking for Misa because he hadn't had time to cook for a while thanks to the Kira investigation. -After pretending to be Misa's manager for a while, he ended up running into some of the people he'd met there, and they insisted on inviting him to a networking event. He excused himself to the bathroom and then climbed out of a window.

Matsuda: -Was on a riot unit before joining the NPA. The only member of the task force who has actually killed someone in the line of duty. -Has a small scar on his cheek from the raid explosion. Along with Aizawa, also has burn scars on his arms and chest. -Hums at his desk sometimes without realizing it, and is thus singlehandedly responsible for almost every song that gets stuck in the others' heads

Soichiro: -Initially tried to discourage Light from being a cop, but gave up upon seeing how determined Light was to follow in his father's footsteps -Before the fake execution, double and triple checked the gun to make sure the bullets were actually blanks (psa that's still extremely dangerous, never EVER fire blanks at someone, but i'm just gonna assume things are different in the death note universe to explain why light didnt straight up fucking die) -After seeing L tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue, tried to do it himself but to no avail.

Light: -His mom buys almost all his clothes -Tends to forget to eat. Misa and Matsuda are constantly reminding him to do so, which irks him. He never used to have problems with meals, but after the 50 days confinement, he started to have trouble with keeping track of them. He refuses to even entertain the possibility that this confinement could have traumatized him in any way -Likes his coffee sweet, but drinks it black out of spite towards L

[lavender-at-heart]

Can I request ahsoka x reader with severe angst but happy ending??? If not it’s absolutely fine, don’t worry. hope you have a good day 😊

✵ᗩT ᒪᗩՏT✵

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x gn!reader

Warnings: angst, death, minor(as in opposite of major, not underage person) violence, crying, fainting.

Notes: ok tysm for the request!!! I've never written angst so this might be rlly cringey and bad. Also it's pretty short and im sorry if this was not angsty enough. Feedback is welcome and appreciated, requests are open and thank you for reading!

~ with love, cc♡

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"Sorry [nickname]...but I'm not coming back"

I stand still staring back at her, mouth slightly agape. I'm not sure what to say, jedi training has never taught me how to handle a situation like this before. I try and think of what master Obi-wan would do, but nothing comes. I try and say anything, some touching words of parting, some fleeting phrase of condolence- yet nothing seems good enough to say.

"Ahsoka..." that's all I manage to spit out, I can feel tears briming my eyes and I tell myself that this is the one time I'll ever allow them to fall.

"Goodbye [____]. You'll make a great jedi knight."

Her sorrowful face turns away from me and towards the setting sun. The Padawan braid I used to pull on is missing. Her walk is missing the brightness it usually has as she walks away. She, Ahsoha, my Ahsoka walks away from me, never to return. Will anything ever be the same?

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I passed my trials, I became a jedi knight, just like she said I would. And to everyone else life went on, but I still felt stuck in that moment, unable to let go.

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The blaster shots seem to be coming from every direction, I don't understand what's happening and for a seccond time in my life, I am left unable to think. This isn't supposed to be happening, where is everyone? Where is Anakin, is he making sure padme is safe? Is Obi-wan OK? Is this happening to all the clones? Is there a reason to this? Or have I just been targeted by all my closest friends for no reason?

Even though I can't think my body can still move, I run and run faster than I'd ever dream I'd be able of. My lugs burn, my eyes sting and my ears ring. There is a blaster shot on my arm but I keep running. My vision becomes hazier but I keep running. I can hear something screaming, are those younglings? Turn back, something tells me. But I can't I know I must keep runing. Another shot- my abdomen this time.

I make it out of the temple, how? I don't know. I see a street sign, it's the one that leads to the undercity, I follow it. There's still shouting behind me but it's less jaring than before. But is the shouting fading because there's less people chasing me or is my hearing going? Come to think of it my vision is starting to blur. My breaths become shallow and the world around me seems to spin uncontrollably. I try and reach for something to hold onto but my balance gives out and I fall to the ground. On my hands and knees my life flashes before my eyes- or rather in my haze I manage to conjure up Ahsokas beautiful face so that I might see her one last time before I die.

I fade in. I fade out. I fade in. I fade out.

In, out, in, out, in, out. Out.

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When I waken, I know I'm not at the temple. I have a feeling I'm supposed to be dead but can't place why. I'm nowhere I should be and I can't seem to recognize my surroundings. The panels on the ceilings tell me I'm on a ship and the blinding lights make me close my eyes again. There's shuffling from behind me but the pain in me is too strong to get me to turn. A warm cloth is placed on my head. Suddenly I realize the events that put me in this situation. The screaming, the fighting, the death. It all comes rushing back and my mind starts to sink.

Tears are falling down my face, they sting my eyes. My head starts pounding even more than before. I feel a searing hot pain in my chest and my heart feels like it has been drowned in a ocean of screams. Through the force I can feel them, all of them crying for help, lost souls with their purpose being ripped from them. I let out a small whimper and pray for all of it to end. Free me of my suffering I scream in my mind.

"Lie still, it will be ok." Her voice like honey, pulling me out of my dark ocean of thoughts, Ahsoka, my Ahsoka has returned to me, at last. My tears go on flowing but from a sweet sense of relief and serendipity instead of hate and anguish. My smile knows no bounds as her gentle kiss on my forehead seems to dull any pain remaining in my body. She places another couple kisses on my face to dry my tears. My thoughts seem to flow endlessly so many things I mean to tell her: apologies, gentle phrases, and words of praise, but nothing seems good enough to say.

"Ahsoka..." is all I manage to spill out, and I finally allow myself to just let go; our thoughts becoming one as we both start to cry.

[blookmallow]

oh ed-e we’re really in it now huh

im miles behind on liveblogs but i am So stuck on what to do rn in new vegas lmao ive hit a wall in like every questline i can find

so. yes man says i should kill mr house. i dont really want to do that. i dont trust him i dont think helping a capitalist dictator to power is the best move here but i dont know if i want to murder him over it, yknow. he has only ever helped me, the worst hes ever done is be kind of condescending and i feel like i might need his support one way or another

i also got a warning saying if i keep talking to yes man the ncr wont like me anymore which i didnt realize was a risk i was taking lmao but ive built a solid reputation over there i dont want to lose that either

mr house wants me to destroy the brotherhood of steel. i did some quests for them and they seem weird and cult-y and i dont really like them but i also think murdering everybody is pretty extreme. they also have a lot of serious weapons so i dont really want them as enemies. and it seems like if they come to power they’re most likely going to oppose the NCR, which makes a legion takeover more likely

and all the groups are pretty complicated politics wise so its a lot to untangle but the one thing i DO want is to burn the legion to the ground im so sick of their assassins and their shitty self righteous attitudes and their misogyny and also, like, they crucify and rape people. and then have the audacity to claim moral superiority and pretend they’re more civilized than everyone else? they need to Go

so ive mostly been siding with the ncr, mostly because they’ve been generally helpful and seem to at least have good intentions buried in red tape and unwillingness to take action. anyway they’re the biggest players against caesar so it seemed wise to make friends with them

but ive done everything i can find for them and haven’t found any more questlines to get at caesar. i dont want to just rush into their camp and try to take out the legion myself,

ive been able to handle things diplomatically for the most part up until now (i fucked up the fiends though. also murdering rapists. so. they dont get to have mercy sorry) but i cant figure out any way forward other than “destroy the brotherhood” or “kill mr house” and i dont want to do either of those. aaaa

im fascinated by the layers of political maneuvering and 5 dimensional chess you can play with in this game but i am also having a very hard time keeping track of it all

i dont want to look up where the questlines lead bc i dont want to just spoil it. :/ :/ im stuck with like 5 different quests in my log that i just Dont want to do

if anyone actually read this let me know if you have any hints/advice on a direction i could go for here lmao. any insight into what i can do to fuck up the legion would be good

[sansxfuckyou]

Slit my brain [wrists can wait]

(and im putting a read more right here because yikes this one hit some nerves)

Lie, lie, lie

Its easy to turn a blind eye too Looking like rodent scratches Hiding behind paper thin lies Stuck in a consistent ruse of being okay

Lie, lie, lie

First its the veins They burst easy, they come undone Life flows through them Golden in nature but crimson in reality

Lie, lie, lie

Easily expendable When have I ever needed my toes? They're good for balance But that's the final balance left

I once had ten- now I have three A faulty harvest of a body Bloody and deserving of this Walking straight is no longer an option

Lie, lie, lie

Hiding a shake is harder than expected Hiding deep red gashes even more Slinking past accusations, running from words They've never hurt me before

How come I'm so scared? How come they sting like lemon? How come everything wrong won't go away? Hacking and slashing it just comes back

Lie, lie, lie

Nobody told me how much burns hurt Nobody told me how fast flesh chars, how it smells Cooking is a fun excuse I used to love cooking

A monotonous calm Easy to repeat and ground myself in But it's not always available New methods are

Help

This is a marathon now

Help

I win

Help

Or I die

Help

Throw me some tape And fix me with it

Throw me a wrench And fix me with it

Throw me a hammer and nails I can do it myself

(The foundations won't stop creaking)

(I think my brain is broken)

help.

[mothersmalice-a]

get to know the author !

name: rubi! ive had two or three aliases over my time online, rubi's just the one that feels most like second nature to me. i also adore taking to some variations of my tag. ( ie. ivana, ruben, ru, etc. ) preference of communication: im almost always on disc.d ( dearest creature#1962 - feel free, im literally always open to rant about dynamics, ideas n whatnot n id absolutely adore talking to some of you ♡ ), alongside tw.tter, since its easier for me to keep tabs on with mobile. anything ooc is always easier to do with me through either, i hate tumblr ims. most active muse: marisa's been rattling around in my brain for a good while now, and even when im not writing for her ill normally have an idea or two about her simmering. i haven't had this much enjoyment from dissecting and delving into a muse in a very long time, along with the fact my perception of her is always changing with every re-read / rewatch / discussion. bedelia is also always around to me even if im not currently writing her, she's very fun to play off of and even gives me a good grounding point to bounce from if I'm stuck with other muses. experience / how many years: about eight years or so now ? i've always enjoyed writing since i was younger so developing that through my own writing and picking up muses while growing up has been a nice learning journey. platforms you use: tumblr, tw.tter and disc.d. best experience: when my mutuals and i are writing something more prolonged n they come at me with something absolutely devastating. got hit with something someone was brewing for weeks once unknowns to me and oh boy connecting the dots left me a wreck. rp pet peeves: people who create certain muses and expect their dynamic to adhere to your muse without any regard for your portrayal. im always for original muses, but not talking to me first when certain muses of mine just. do not fit certain dynamics is a big no no. fluff, angst or smut: depending on the context i adore fluff and angst equally. i thrive off of writing domestic fluff just as much as i would heartbreak or any other darker subject. i love the bittersweet nature of lyra and marisa's first time bonding or AUs where things are more domestic for them just as much as her reconciliation with asriel, or the intensity of the torture scene with the witches. if it exists and it hurts or its tooth-rottingly sweet i want it all. smut is a sore spot for a few reasons, alongside the fact it just isn't what i care about / have focus on for my writing or my muses, so it would be very, very rare for me to even consider, and even then only ever with close writing partners. long or short replies: it can really depend on the day and what muse im writing. i thrive more with longer replies for characters like marisa, because it's easier for me to find a voice and get into her head. short, bantery replies normally leave me lacking in what i feel a character is like, and shorter comedic interactions just aren't what i'd consider to be my strong suit in writing, so i linger towards longer replies. the biggest thing about long replies is i burn out very easily though, so i try my best to find a middle ground. best time to write: at night, on weekends or early morning before my classes. any time i have to myself where i can just draft things for a little bit, ideally. are you like your muse(s): christ i hope not, im way too sensitive to take to being called moral filth lmfao. i think what's so compelling about marisa is i'd love to inhabit some of her strengths, though. i adore her guile, and her femininity and her ability to take everything head on. she's so unbelievably driven and intelligent in what she does and okay come on im a lesbian why do you think im really here writing for her.

tagged by: @secondbetrayer, @evebeforethefall ( thank you. ♡ ) tagging: @toxicmalicex, @viciousgold, @dustserpent, @mryscross, whoever else sees this and wants to. ♡

[jaygrl22]

I think im burning out again from work, but it doesn't feel like previous burnouts I've experienced, so I can't tell

Like I know I have too much on my plate and am not properly tending to all of the tasks on said plate and yet I'm one of the few who can handle these tasks so I'm just like.. stuck

But instead of running myself into the ground about it I'm just not doing things and not giving much of a fuck

This could be good or very bad, unsure

[marlokrilo]

the past of crown quest

i listen as the clock ticks watching its arms move just one more line of code it'll all be over soon my head hits the table in a weirdly delirious state when i start to wonder if all of this is real

as i step onto the island the smell of grass it hits my nose i hear somebody shouting footsteps, really close

as if i willed myself away i find myself stuck in a maze it's all so dark a single torch in my hand the single light spark i run around aimless aware im being chased this is the end i feel my heart beat

then it changes again now im back outside but this time the others are above me in the sky gliding with their wings slicing with their swords oh, what horror, i gasp as i fall off the platform

i open my eyes to the brightest light i've ever seen in my life it'a fire burning so alive in the furnace and oh my people rushing, materials piling we must be foraging! one last item left on the board so i rush out to find it

after collapsing on the cold hard floor i wake up in front of a big door hearing bows shoot, arrows whoosh this isn't anyones dream to wake up here as one passes my head i almost scream until someone screams shush and i only let out a whimper when i get shot

my eyes flutter open memories of my past life too, awoken and all the blood is gone i say bring it on i see a mirror, in pieces, broken so i pick up all the bits and as i put them back together one accidentally ends up in my wrist

one endless track of ice burning lava, adding spice so many colours whirling around tell me, someone, what's this place all about invisible paths unsafe tunnel shafts puzzles and speed, what am i doing here oh why, knowing my past, did i expect this one to last

as i run i reach a place at first glance i stop and think it's safe until the ground falls out from underneath my feet i let out a shriek and run as i scream my hands feel cold and i think someone hears my call as the lava beneath is warm, warm, warm

suddenyl im standing in front of everybody heavy gear in my hands shield and sword up there's a man with a notepad i squint my eyes in the darkness and decide mine must be that perfect score so i leap in

i slice with my sword and i dice with my axe the pressure cranked up to the max i wipe the sweat off my forehead and focus on looking ahead my goal is to get out of here, crown on my head the metal clangs are sharp as the arrows hit my shield of silver and im too busy to see, the knife in my back as my body goes limp with its last shiver

i feel around touching something warm i jerk up and hit my head on my lamp it lighting up above my head as if i had an idea i take a breath and clear my mind as i realize where i am

i am home sat at my desk safe and sound my body said i needed rest but it took me to where i needed to get this dream was the best so i gasp audibly - this was my odyssey.