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Eulogy

Yarden Bibas’ eulogy for his wife Shiri, and children Ariel, and Kfir Bibas who were kidnapped by Palestinian terrorists on October 7, 2023, from their home in Kibbutz Nir Oz, southern Israel, and brutally murdered by Palestinian terrorists while in captivity in Gaza: 

"Mi Amor"

I remember the first time I said "mi amor" to you. It was at the very beginning of our relationship. You told me to only call you that if I was certain I loved you, not to say it carelessly. I didn't say it then because I didn't want you to think I was rushing to say "I love you." Shiri, I'll confess to you now that I already loved you back then when I said "mi amor."

Shiri, I love you and will always love you!

Shiri, you are everything to me!

You are the best wife and mother there could be.

Shiri, you are my best friend.

Mishmish, who will help me make decisions now? How am I supposed to make decisions without you?

Do you remember our last decision together?

In the safe room, I asked if we should "fight or surrender." You said fight, so I fought.

Shiri, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you all. If only I had known what would happen, I wouldn't have fired.

I think about everything we went through together—there are so many beautiful memories.

I remember Ariel and Kfir's births. I remember the days we would sit at home or in a café, just the two of us, talking for hours about everything under the sun. It was wonderful. I miss those times deeply.

Your presence is profoundly missed.

I want to tell you about everything that's happening in the world and here in Israel.

Shiri, everyone knows and loves us—you can't imagine how surreal all this madness is.

Shiri, people tell me they'll always be by my side, but they're not you. So please stay close to me and don't go far!

Shiri, this is the closest I've been to you since October 7th, and I can't kiss or hug you, and it's breaking me!

Shiri, please watch over me...

Protect me from bad decisions. Shield me from harmful things and protect me from myself. Guard me so I don't sink into darkness.

Mishmish, I love you!

Chuki, Ariel,

You made me a father. You transformed us into a family.

You taught me what truly matters in life and about responsibility.

The day you were born, I matured instantly because of you. You taught me so much about myself, and I want to thank you.

So thank you, my beloved.

Ariel, I hope you're not angry with me for failing to protect you properly and for not being there for you. I hope you know I thought about you every day, every minute.

I hope you're enjoying paradise. I'm sure you're making all the angels laugh with your silly jokes and impressions. I hope there are plenty of butterflies for you to watch, just like you did during our picnics.

Chuki, be careful when you climb down from your cloud not to step on Toni...

Teach Kfir all your impressions and make everyone laugh up there.

Ariel, I love you "the most in the world, always in the world," just as you used to tell us.

Poopik, Kfir,

I didn't think our family could be more perfect, and then you came and made it even more perfect...

I remember your birth. I remember during the delivery when the midwife suddenly stopped everything—we were frightened and thought something was wrong—but it was just to tell us we had another redhead. Mom and I laughed and rejoiced.

You brought more light and happiness to our little home. You came with your sweet, captivating laugh and smile, and I was instantly hooked!

It was impossible not to nibble on you all the time.

Kfir, I'm sorry I didn't protect you better, but I need you to know that I love you deeply and miss you terribly!

I miss nibbling on you and hearing your laughter.

I miss our morning games when mom would ask me to watch you before I went to work. I cherished those little moments so much, and I miss them now more than ever!

Kfir, I love you the most in the world, always in the world!

I have so many more things to tell you all, but I'll save them for when we're alone.

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Chapter 7

Bruce's POV

I think I'm alive, it's hard for me to tell. I can't see, I can see my body but even that is hard to see. Dark greys and black merging into the darkness around me. The only way I can tell if my eyes are open is if I look down but after sometime I have to blink or else everything just fades. I know my body is there but it'll slowly drift to the background almost, it won't be at the forefront of my vision.

I'm breathing or I think I am, there's not really air it's just stagnant. No breeze, no outside sound the only thing I hear is my heart beating. I can't even tell if I'm floating or falling, no up or down. I'm surrounded by nothing. I remember reading about people who stayed in sensory deprivation for too long or the people who stayed in the world's quietest room. I wonder how long before I start being affected by my own mind?

It comes sooner than I thought because I swear there's a face of a woman in the shadows. It's uncanny how clearly I can see her but not what she looks like. I feel nauseous for a moment as I hear a faint whisper of something. I realize a little later that the face is moving, like she's talking but I can't hear anything.

Then the hallucinations become more vivid, I see a small speck of light growing bright and more defined. It's a humanoid and they're moving closer. They're feminine in their features, curly hair and a familiar face, Jillian Rodriguez. She comes closer and closer, for the first time since appearing here there's a change. It gets warmer as Jillian approaches.

The first change leads to a cascade of changes, I can see color where once there wasn't. I can hear distant echoes and voices in a language I don't understand, and I can feel that there's no air in my lungs. I can feel myself suffocating.

The girl drifts to my side and reaches with both hands and places one on the center of my chest and upper back. There's a flash of searing hot energy that pulses through me as my lungs suddenly pull in air. Another pulse and the voices begin to focus and become clear words. Another pulse and I realize what happened to cause the hand shaped burns on the younger girls.

"Enough child, he is alive now," I hear a woman's voice call out there's layers to it like millions of people whispering every word she speaks.

"It felt different, why?" Jillian's voice rings out but it's centralized around her not like the other voice.

"Because his body is here, that is why I forced you to move so quickly. He was running out of time but you stopped the clock," a face begins to form from nowhere then slowly becomes something faceless with no real features. In an odd way it reminds me of my mother...

"I'm flattered child, your mother was a kind woman." I watch as for the briefest moment the featureless face morphs into that of my mother's, then my father's and then back to nothing.

"I've done that before right? Stopped the other girls from whatever was about to happen to him," She doesn't know, of course she doesn't know what's happened to them.

"In a sense, yes," that's ominous, does this thing know what happened...

"What does that mean? Wait don't go!" The face slowly starts to disappear, fading away into the darkness around it. The whispering also follows slowly fading into nothing.

Shit this is unpleasant, all of it. I'm not even sure how to help myself out of this let alone Jillian's soul. I'm guessing this is her soul it looks similar to the one I followed hours ago but there's something different. I can't figure out what it is though, it may just be the environment we're in.

Jillian isn't looking at me, her eyes stay fixed on a certain point like she sees something I don't. Maybe she does I'm not entirely sure how different a soul is compared to a body. Jillian's eyes snap to something above me, and I follow her eye line.

Above me are multiple golden strands that drift and swirl around, some drift off into different directions than the other. Some disappear into nothing while others stretch on for miles, I can't see the end. Looking back down there's a small silver thread that's drifting behind Jillian, it's choppy and fragmented and almost too faint to see.

There's another smaller thread drifting in front of Jillian, it's more prominent going from silver to gold. Following the thread I realize it drifts up and connects with my chest. Jillian doesn't seem to notice it's even there too focused on the threads above me. The young girl suddenly drifts up and reaches out only to hesitate for a moment.

"What's wrong?" I ask seeing clear conflict on Jillian's face. Whatever was causing conflict she seems to resolve because she reaches out and touches a thread.

There's a faint glow from where she touches it that travels through the thread, when it reaches me there's a surge of warmth in my chest and memories of Dick begin to appear in my head. Odd, but not unpleasant. Jillian seems satisfied with something and turns to me.

"Okay Batman, you wanna get out of here?" It takes me a moment to realize that I'm still in my Batman suit and that I am indeed still wearing my cowl. I give a simple nod and the teen smiles at me.

We follow a particular strand for a while,l in the process of traveling I learn that all these different threads are connected to a different individual that I know in my life. There's one for every JL member, one for each of my children and their friends. There's ones for different rouges and villains that I've encountered and civilians that I've saved.

Jillian says the more prominent the string the closer they are. It's like a live wire system of every person I've ever met and as we move I watch it spread and grow. We're following a large cluster of strings, Jillian is keeping a finger on one strand in particular; Dick's. Eventually the end began to appear, it just stopped like it's been cut, there are other strings around it.

As I look I can see my children and their friends, I can see Alfred, Selina and Constantine. As I look closer at one it's strange, like Jillian's it's choppy and fragmented but not silver in color. Roy, Tim, and Lian's threads are all nearby. As I move closer to inspect I know who it belongs to; Jason.

"Okay I think I can get us out of here but I need you to stay in one spot," I looked over to where Jillian is floating.

She's at the very end of Dick's thread, reaching up with one hand she touches something and for a moment I can see Dick, wearing his Nightwing suit. Her other hand reaches out and touches the center of his back and the image becomes more clear. He's talking, gesturing like he does when he's stressed. His brow is furrowed and face pulled into a grimace.

There's a flash of gold as a thread moves and joins the group of threads surrounding Dick. I look closer and see that it's Zatanna's thread. It drifts closer to Constantine's thread.

My attention is drawn back to Jillian as something flashes, looking at the girl her eyes glow a bright purple. She moves both her hands together and clasp them together before moving them to her chest. There's a rush of whispers that echo the words Jillian speaks, it's again in the strange language from before.

Jillian's focus snaps to me bathing me in a purple glow. Moving suddenly the girl is right in front of me, her hands still clasped together. Slowly she opens them and a rift begins to form, it's not jagged and ripped like the others. It's like a perfect door opening, through it I can see the back of my oldest son still wearing his vigilante suit. The door grows and becomes fully formed.

Suddenly Jillian's hand reaches through it and pulls me forwards causing me to tip over and fall through. I land harshly onto the metal floor of the batcave, causing a bit of air pushed out of my lungs. Rolling over I watch as the visage of Jillian steps out of the doorway and glides calmly away towards the infirmary. Her eyes are still glowing the same purple.

"Well, that saves us a trip doesn't it love?"

Time Skip!

Jillian's POV

I'm so tired of waking up in pain it's been like this for almost two weeks, as my eyes open I'm in a hospital...Odd, I can hear the beeping of machines and I can feel the slightest pinching pulling pain as I move my arm. I look to see I'm hooked up to an IV bag as well as a monitor of sorts.

I let my head drop back down against the pillow of the hospital bed, I cringe a little at the feeling of my own hair. I can feel the dirt and grime caked into it, my body feels a little better but not by a lot. I'm also starving and thirsty, quickly I checked and I can feel my feet, legs and toes wiggle.

The door to my hospital room opens and a woman in blue scrubs walks in pushing a small cart with a large basin and several rags and sponges. She freezes when she sees that I'm awake, before I can say anything she's out the door again.

I learned I was comatose for a week and a half, the doctor said it was a miracle I even woke up let alone spoke and moved relatively fine. I'm being released with everything paid for along with a wheelchair to help me get around while I rebuild my strength.

I also learned that the Wayne's had covered all medical expenses and apparently Timothy Drake-Wayne was a frequent visitor to my room. How nice? I don't really care for the gossip, I'm thankful for the money and I'll tell Tim that when I see him again.

It was an awkward ordeal to learn that the clothes that were brought in with me didn't belong to me. Not that I said as much I refused to go home in only a thin piece of paper they call a medical smok. Getting out of the hospital was its own little disaster because they had to call GCPD to sign off as a legal guardian.

Thankfully the man who came Commissioner Gordon was nice enough to offer me a ride back home, while driving he informed me about the open investigation against my sister and her boyfriend... It was awkward sitting in the back seat and driving into Park Row but I'll deal with whatever flak I get for that later. For now I just want to get home and take a shower. The Commissioner saw it fit to escort me to my apartment door as well.

The elevator was thankfully working today, I clicked the button for the third floor and waited patiently. The elevator dinged open and I pushed myself out and turned immediately to my right to go down the hall. I stopped pushing for a moment at the sight down the hall from me.

Standing in front of my door was my neighbor's daughter, she was talking to a man who I couldn't recognize from here. Pushing my wheelchair closer I caught Maria's eyes, instantly her face fell and my stomach opened into a pit.

"Oh Jill, I'm so sorry sweetie," Maria pushed past the man and came closer to me. Please just let Ms. Gonzalez be in the hospital again or maybe Maria finally convinced her to go into assisted living and she moved.

"Why-" My throat tightened as I fought back tears, she was fine. Abuela was fine, "Abuela's fine right?"

I swallowed a cry as Maria shook her head, I closed my eyes and let my head tip back again my wheelchair. I'm going to regret asking this question but I have to know.

"How?" Maria said she'd tell me but only once I was inside, showered and ate. I let Maria push my wheelchair the rest of the way to my apartment.

The man who Maria was talking to was on the phone with someone before quickly ending the call to talk to Commissioner Gordon. I vaguely recognize him as Bruce Wayne and only just noticed Tim with him. I didn't even bother asking questions just let myself be guilded into the empty apartment before moving myself to my room.

I grabbed a change of clothes that would be easy to change into and quickly shower or as quickly as I could give I can't really stand for to long without my legs giving out. I feel a little better with clean hair and clothes, opening the bathroom door the smell of bread and cheese waffed through the air. Maria made me chicken soup and a grilled cheese, well more like she brought over leftovers when she realized I had no food in the kitchen.

"Where's Queenie?" I asked as I haven't heard her call out the entire time I've been back, and usually Queenie is a very vocal ball of black fluff.

"She's with us," I look up to see both the Wayne's sitting on the couch in the tiny living room alongside a woman in a very fancy business suit and the commissioner still here.

"Oh, um thank you," I say half cutting myself off as I stuff my face full of grilled cheese and soup.

It's exactly what I need and Maria is kind enough to make me another grilled cheese that I also polish off. I don't particularly care that there's multiple people watching me eat. Once finished and satisfied I started to move towards the couch, Maria helps me and sits down next to me.

"First I want to know what happened to Abuela Gonzalez," I look straight to Maria.

Maria sighs and tells me how Ms. Gonzalez had passed while I was in the hospital. She was in the kitchen making her weekly batch of bread and tortillas when she had a sudden heart attack. She passed within moments and was found by Maria a few hours later. Maria informs me that I missed the funeral but that I was left with a few things in the will and they were waiting for me.

Maria excused herself to go get said items to get and bring them over. Calming myself and turning my attention to the other group of people in my apartment. I really didn't know why they were here but they are. The woman spoke first.

"Ms. Rodriguez, I'm sorry for your loss," The woman starts off, she moves herself a little closer to the edge of the couch as she talks.

"Thank you, why are you here. Who are you?" I asked, I'm trying to keep my tone polite but I know my smile is definitely tired.

"Well I'm your new social worker, it's come to light that your previously assigned worker wasn't doing his job very well," I couldn't help but roll my eyes, I really was too tired for this.

"I'll cut to the chase, your sister is no longer in a position to keep custody of you," I nod know a little from what Gordon told me, "because of this you are going into foster care-"

"However I'm to take temporary custody of you and allow you a space near home," Bruce cuts in, he smiles as he continues, "I know it's a bit odd but..." Bruce trails off after that.

"It would be short-term, only until the court case is resolved. Unless of course something happens," the social worker continues.

"Court case?" I look at the three adults in the room, making sure my confusion is clear.

"We'll discuss that in a moment, what do you say Jillian? Regarding Mr. Wayne getting temporary custody." I look around me at the nothing that has been my life and shrugged.

"It can't be any worse than this place," Tim looks to his dad immediately and Bruce looks at me.

"If it's alright, my kids are here to help pack your room. I know it's sudden but sadly this apartment is no longer yours or your sister's. I've done what I can but they want you out as quickly as possible..." I kinda nod dumbfounding but I'm not surprised. Mr. Jenkins has always been a tool so of course he wants me out as soon as possible.

Tim hops up off the couch, pulling out his phone and tapping something onto the screen. I kinda sit there confused about what just happened when my attention is drawn to the Commissioner who moves to sit where Tim was.

"There was an investigation done against your sister and her boyfriend. There was a lot of evidence and because of that we were able to take it to court quickly," Gordon starts, he's staring at his hands which are clasped together.

"We weren't expecting you to wake up anytime soon but you have, because of this I'd like to know if you'd be willing to testify against Grace and Daniel?" The Commissioner meets my eyes and oh boy is this all overwhelming.

"I can try, I'm not promising anything right now," I see Bruce nodding his head with an impressed look on his face.

"I appreciate how forthright you are Ms. Rodriguez, truly. I've already discussed with Bruce about having you come down to the station to give a statement and answer some questions," Gordon nods over to Bruce who simply smiles politely at me.

"I don't expect you to go right away, I'd hope to let you settle down first and let you get your bearings. I will say I've taken the liberty to hire a trusted friend of mine to be your lawyer, she'll represent you fiercely I can promise that," Bruce yet again flashes a kind smile to me and I find myself taken aback at the sudden kindness.

"Why'd you do it?" The question slips from my mouth before I have the chance to stop it, to filter it out.

"I'm not sure what you're asking me exactly," Bruce tilted his head to the side, confusion painting his face.

"Why help me? The hospital bill, the fostering, now a lawyer, why help me? I'm sure you'll get some brownie points with the press but this is a little much," I can't stop the words now that the gates have been open.

"Ms. Rodriguez! That is incredibly rude! Apologize-" my social worker was chastising me but stopped when Bruce held up a hand. Still smiling kindly.

"It's alright honestly. Truth be told I'm doing this mostly for Tim's sake, he was quite shaken when he learned of your disappearance," Bruce's voice becomes soft and kind as he talks about his son, I feel myself flush with embarrassment.

"Ah! I'm sorry Mr. Wayne, I-" Bruce holds up a hand and again smiles softly.

"Bruce is fine and it's alright, you've had a rough time recently so I don't blame you for having your guard up," He says before I can respond there's a knock at the front door before it opens.

Six figures walk in, two girls and four boys. The youngest is carrying a small animal carrier crate. Almost instantly I hear the familiar trill of my baby.

"Queenie!"

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Cursed Gotham Masterpost

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Before You Leave Me

Inspired by Before you leave me by Alex Warren.

Also read on Ao3

Darling, handle me with care Cover me in bubble wrap. I'm scared you really mean it That you're never coming back

It's been a few years since they defeated Vecna, the two of them growing closer until they became more. The two of them using the government checks to rent a house just outside Hawkins; They were still close enough for the kids if they needed anything. Things were going too well, he didn't expect the other shoe to drop so soon. Steve walked up the drive, staring at the bags settled beside the open van, a few more at the foot of the patio steps. Eddie coming through the propped door with a single bag. He pauses seeing Steve standing there, a smile stretching across his face.

See your bag right by the stairs So I guess you already packed No, I can't change your mind But how could you leave just like that?

"Stevie!" Steve looks at the bags and then up at Eddie standing on the patio. He had just returned after going into town for a few things. Nothing perishable at the moment that he would need to focus on.

"What... What's going on?" Eddie grins widely and rushes up to him, kissing him.

"We got a deal. The boys and I, they want us in California tomorrow so we gotta head out today." Steve blinks at him. He can't go now. He has his job at the hospital, and he was about to start his EMT program.

"Are you coming back?" Eddie's smile drops, he looks around, glancing into the house that has been theirs. The worn out couch, the pictures and hand drawn artwork that Will had made for them on the wall just inside their entryway. Visible from where they're standing. He stretches his arms out in an 'i don't know' motion before looking back at Steve.

"I... don't know. I need this, Stevie." Steve nods. He understood, he knew Eddie would eventually leave this town, Steve just had hoped they would've been leaving together. He walks around him and heads inside to their kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring some water from the fridge. Eddie following behind him and leaning against the counter looking at him.

"Stevie...?" He sets his mug in the sink and smiles at him.

I'm not ready to let you go So just give me one more night Hold me like you're still mine Oh, love me for right now before you leave me

"Wanna take a nap? You just took all that time packing, might be good to nap before you hit the road." Eddie gives him an odd look. Giving a nod before Steve takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom; the two of them falling into the bed, Steve wrapping himself around Eddie like he does for sleep; keeping his ear against his chest listening to his heart as Eddie threads his fingers through his hair.

I know it's gonna hurt Oh, Love me for right now I'm so used to getting damaged

"I'm not saying goodbye, Stevie. We're gonna meet up again, you can't get rid of me that easily." Steve chuckles a bit sadly. Blinking rapidly to try and keep the tears at bay. He wouldn't blame Eddie if he never returned. He already said he didn't know and Steve's life is here, even when the kids are all gone. He's not meant for other places. Eddie hums something random as Steve begins to fall asleep, his fingers gripping Eddie's shirt in a death grip.

Won't you stay a little longer Even if it's all pretend? And maybe by the mornin' I'll be ready for the end.

When Steve wakes in the morning, he stretches his arm out, the sheets cold and he grips the sheets in a second death grip that evening. Feeling the tears well up before he sits up and looks outside to see the orange and pinks of a sunset that should be beautiful. He was used to people leaving, he had really hoped that Eddie wouldn't have been one of them. He sees a note on the nightstand and reaches over for it, reading the messy scrawl from Eddie, saying they'll meet again sooner rather than later and that he loves him. Steve sighs heavily and rests his head back on Eddie's pillow, watching the sunset as he resigned himself to the new chapter in his life without Eddie.

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Nothing Can Capture the Sting

Summary: Bucky could've spotted you across any dance hall. Any time. lot of time jumps between two events

*1943*

You giggled out of breath as the song ended. Your hands entangled with your best friend's, just to make sure neither of you lost each other as you made your way to the exit to breathe the fresh air. "I told you it was worth it!" She yelled at you. You stuck your tongue out at her. "Just wait, deary, a man will find you soon enough, and you won't have to hold my hand anymore." She joked, her quick boyfriend turned husband now overseas. "Never! I'll always prefer yours. Besides, it'll have to be one brave soldier to take me on." You spoke as you spun around a lamppost. "Mind if I try that challenge on for size?" A voice came. It shocked you enough to let go of the post and straighten a little. You saw the brunette with the tipped army hat and Sargent uniform tucked perfectly. A sly smirk came across your face, "Mmm...'fraid you don't have enough rank soldier." You clicked your heels together, did a mock salute, and dragged your friend back into the hall, leaving the man scoffing with disbelief at the remark.

"I will never begin to understand you!" Your friend said as you reached the center of the dance floor again. "Good! I like to keep people on their toes. Now, dance with me before the war ends, and we're hopeless housewives and mothers." You exclaimed and danced to the fast rhythm while still feeling the soft gaze of the blue-eyed man from outside.

*2025*

Bucky watched from afar as the woman delicately danced on the edge of the floor. It took him a whole ten seconds to have the neurons in his brain click her name back into his mind. Sam watched Bucky stand and wordlessly walked towards the woman.

During one of your self-spins, she stopped and saw a man from nearly a hundred years ago inches away. A million reactions and thoughts were crossing your mind and face. Your body slowed to a stop. This man nearly chuckled. Only an upturn of a corner of his lip showed his entertainment. "I never improved my rank, but I'm still accepting challenges from women that need a brave man to handle them." He smirked. You gasped and blinked at him. At first, you didn't realize, but then you gazed into those blue eyes. "No," you gasped, hands covering your mouth. "Who? H-how?" The two simple words stuttered out of your mouth. He leaned down to your ear. "Let's not worry about that tonight. Now, how about a dance?" He offered. You nearly froze, remembering the details from the past.

*1943*

You felt yourself continuing to quickly look then away at the man who's eyes never left your presence. "You should go dance with him." Your friend whispered in your ear as another song ended. "No, I don't think so." You smirked with rebellion. She rolled her eyes back at you before beginning to walk away, "I'm getting us another set of drinks." You awkwardly nudged yourself to the edge of the floor. A slower song tunned along. Your friend, being the romantic she was, sat at the bar with the drinks, showing her wedding band to any man that talked to her. "Your co-captain left?" The man from before asked from over your shoulder, "Mine had to take the night off, trying to get himself in the army somewhere." He mentioned. "She didn't leave, just across the way, doesn't want to interrupt any romantic moment between any couples. Her beau is overseas." You saw him genuinely nod along. "My orders are sending me off soon." "Ah, so it isn't just a costume you have?" You lightly joked, your body unknowingly getting closer to his. "No, ma'am, it isn't." His tone matching, face inching closer. "Oh, ma'am!" You repeated the term and laughed in disbelief. "Well, we can change it if you want, but there are some terms." He flirted smoothly, leaning against the wall. You pursed your lips and glared back at your friend keeping you hostage. Then you whipped back at him, "Fine. What are they?"

*2025*

"Perhaps." You mused, somehow that sass and attitude from those decades ago coming back to you. His confidence seemed to as well when the smirk etched across his face. "How can I get that into a yes?" He bobbled on his heels. Both of your bodies sub-consciously snuck closer together. You leaned up to his ear this time. "I was trapped in Eastern Germany until the wall fell down, where were you?" His smirk faded, a darkness tried to creep into his eyes. "Same team, different country...Soviet Union, Russia until about ten years ago." You nodded, no other words needed to be exchanged. You grabbed his hand and pulled him just a few groups into the crowd deep.

*1943*

"Two songs with a full attempt of keeping up." Bucky responded and his strong hand led you onto the floor once again. You wished you could say you held in your emotions better, especially the gleeful ones. Sometimes you forgot what it was like to dance with a man who wasn't afraid to grab your waist and spin and twirl you. At one point, your friend made eye contact with you and smirk and pointed at her wedding band.

Out of breath at the end of the two songs, the two of you were somehow nearly touching chests. your hands still resting on his shoulders, grounding yourself. A nervous giggled escaped from your lips. His calloused index finger lifted your chin, your eyes looking into his glossy ocean ones. "My terms are different if you do what you think you're going to do." You commented, eyes still shut. James laughed and rolled his eyes. "Alright, what are they?" "You owe me two dances when, not if, you come back." You confidently answered. "I think that's a fair trade." His voice velvet replied before his softer lips collided with yours.

*2025*

You softly looked up at him, your hands behind his neck, when one of the songs ended. "I did promise that I would come back. Just never said or how long." The memory rising from the ashes. "Then, I guess our terms are still up to date." You lifted your toes a little and the silk-like lips met yours once more.

[inlovewithsidecharacters]

Okay, so... as I mentioned before, I was gonna try and write something to fit this. It's before the two begin dating, but we're getting there, hehe!

The Charity Event we Don't Talk About

The invitation had arrived on crisp, ivory stationery embossed with delicate gold filigree—a mark of high society that left little room for negotiation. Lady Penelope, with all her signature poise and understated menace, had insisted that Gordon attend the annual charity ball at the wonderous Wellington Manor in central London. For her, it was simply a matter of duty. For Gordon, it was a chance to bask in the radiant glow of the woman he secretly adored, even as he stumbled over his words every time her gaze met his.

At first, the ball was everything one might expect of an evening in high society. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting shimmering rainbows over shiny marble floors. The grand ballroom was alive with the sound of an Orchestra and the hum of polite conversation, intermingled with laughter and clinking champagne glasses. Gordon, looking rather charming in a tailored black tuxedo that accentuated his natural features, was a study in contrasting emotions. His eyes—warm, earnest, and a little too full of hope—sparkled as he watched Penelope glide through the crowd, her light pink gown catching the light with every measured step.

He tried to approach her, rehearsing lines in his head that were meant to be charming and witty. But as he drew near, his tongue twisted into knots. “Pen… Penelope,” he managed, voice catching as he attempted to make conversation. She offered him a cool, measured smile, one that was as practiced as it was alluring.

“Gordon,” she said, her tone both elegant and distant, “so glad you could join me tonight. It’s for a very important cause.”

Gordon’s heart swelled. “Anything for a good cause—and for you, of course,” he blurted, immediately cringing as the words left his mouth. He quickly attempted to recover with a self-deprecating chuckle. Penelope’s eyes flickered with something unreadable—amusement, perhaps, or a hint of exasperation—before she moved on to greet other guests.

For hours, Gordon played his role with a mix of awkward charm and heartfelt sincerity. He helped Penelope circulate among the guests, offering wry commentary and a helping hand wherever needed. His laughter rang out, genuine and infectious, even as his mind raced with the unspoken truth of his adoration. But amid the splendor and gaiety, an undercurrent of tension began to ripple beneath the surface.

...

It started subtly—an inexplicable shiver in the back of Gordon’s neck, a sense of disorientation that he chalked up to the excitement of the evening. He dismissed it with a laugh as he toasted with a group of snarky gentlemen. But as the night progressed, the symptoms intensified. Gordon’s head began to feel light, his vision hazy around the edges. He excused himself from the main ballroom, claiming he needed some fresh air, and made his way to the quieter corridors of Wellington Manor.

The corridors were dimly lit and quiet, offering a moment of solitude away from the revelry. Unbeknownst to him, however, sinister forces were at work. Somewhere in the shadows, an unseen hand had tampered with the event’s security systems. A sedative had been introduced into the refreshments in the lounge. And now, the tormentor was closing in on Gordon.

As he walked, the room began to spin, and his legs buckled beneath him. His vision darkened further until the corridor dissolved into a blur of colors and indistinct shapes. With a soft, almost inaudible gasp, Gordon slumped against a wall, unconscious before he could call out for help.

...

Gordon’s eyes snapped open sometime later to the cold, hard ground of an expansive parking lot beneath the towering manor. He blinked against the glare of harsh fluorescent lights, struggling to make sense of his surroundings. His head pounded, and a nauseating haze clouded his thoughts. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself upright, only to discover that his limbs felt heavy, as if weighted by an unseen force. The world was disjointed, like a surreal dream where reality shifted in and out of focus.

Panic clawed at him as he tried to stand, and then he noticed something even more alarming—a glint of metal pressed against his temple. His heart jolted. A gun. Its cold front was uncomfortably close, held in place by a rough, calloused hand that he couldn’t see clearly in the dim light.

Straining to focus, Gordon’s mind raced. This had to be a nightmare—a side effect of the drugs. His training urged him to remain calm, to hold his breath and assess the situation. He forced himself to slow his racing heart, drawing on every ounce of discipline he had honed over the years. Even as the sedative’s fog tried to reclaim his thoughts, he clung desperately to the belief that he would survive. His chest heaved with shallow, controlled breaths.

He tried to recall every detail of the night, every contingency plan for a scenario like this. But his memory was fragmented. The last thing he recalled was the warm glow of the charity ball, Penelope’s gentle smile, and then nothing. Now, he was alone in a sprawling parking lot, drugged and with a threat looming over him.

A slow, disbelieving giggle escaped his lips—a nervous sound that betrayed his inner turmoil. It was the kind of laugh he used to make in the face of absurdity, a laugh that once signaled his invincible charm. But now it was laced with anguish and despair, a hollow sound that echoed in the vast emptiness of the lot.

“Not funny,” he murmured to himself, his voice trembling as he tried to peel away from the cold metal. His vision blurred, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye—a shadow shifting just beyond the glare of the overhead lights.

Before he could react further, the sound of footsteps approached. Heavy, deliberate footsteps. A door creaked open nearby, and through the haze, Gordon saw two figures emerge. One was a woman with an unmistakable air of authority and elegance—Lady Penelope. The other was Parker, her ever-loyal butler, his expression as calm and deadly as ever.

Penelope’s eyes swept over the scene with a mix of horror and determination. Her gaze settled on Gordon, who was struggling to remain conscious, a weak smile on his face. For a long, agonizing moment, time seemed to freeze. Then Penelope spoke, her voice low and full of quiet fury.

“You harm a hair on his head, and I will personally make you pay for it.”

Her words cut through the tense silence like a knife, resonating with a promise of retribution. Parker moved swiftly, his presence a silent command for order. The gun, which had been aimed at Gordon moments before, was snatched away by a gloved hand. In the ensuing chaos, the mercenaries who had planned the horror found themselves lost in what to do.

Penelope’s blue eyes were as cold and sharp as ice as she looked at the disheveled man who had held the weapon. “I suggest you think very carefully about your next move,” she said, voice unyielding. “Because any harm to him will be met with consequences you cannot imagine.”

The gunman, realizing his tenuous position, mumbled a series of apologies and scurried away into the dark recesses of the parking lot, leaving behind only the echo of his retreating footsteps. Parker then helped secure the area, ensuring that no further threats loomed in the immediate vicinity.

...

Lady Penelope knelt beside Gordon, her delicate fingers gently lifting his chin to check his condition. Despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins, there was a softness in her gaze—a tenderness that she rarely allowed herself to show. “Gordon, can you hear me?” she asked softly, her tone both commanding and caring.

Gordon’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto hers. In that instant, he felt a rush of relief so overwhelming it nearly drowned out the lingering terror. “Pen… Penelope,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and unsteady. The sound of his own name on her lips was like a lifeline pulling him back from the brink of despair.

“Easy, darling,” she murmured, smoothing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “You’re safe now. Parker, call for immediate medical assistance. We don't know what he has in his system.”

Parker nodded briskly, already pulling out his communication device. “Right away, my lady,” he replied in his polished tone. Within minutes, the area was swarming with discreet security and medical personnel.

The journey was a blur of adrenaline, fragmented memories, and a gnawing fear that perhaps this ordeal might be the end of him. Yet, even as the drugs wore off and his mind began to clear, one truth remained steadfast: Lady Penelope had saved him.

...

I hope the ending isn't too boring, I ran out of time, LOL.

Thunderbirds fic request

does anyone know of/want to write a fic with the prompt of -

"You harm a hair on her/his head and I will personally make you pay for it."

Preferable Penny and Gordon but I'm open to suggestions!

[beesantennas]

finished wfc

[spellsparkler]

writing elias is fun for, i expect, the same reason a lot of people find the dark urge fun: I know more or less what's going on with her and she's got no fucking clue. she's a very information-driven person, and as soon as she realises that there is some largely indefinable difference between her and the rest of them she immediately starts trying to catalogue it and narrow it down. it's interesting to write someone who is so deliberately aware of themself and observing themself all the time

[wienerlicious]

sure the economy sucks and i can't afford a house or kids but at least i was born at the perfect time to be the target demographic for twilight

[melodiafunfacts]

Welcome to Melodia Fun Facts, where we do, in fact, share fun facts about HarmoKnight! From stuff that's easily overlooked, to things you need to search the game files for, we have it all! And we're accepting submissions for things that even I might have looked over! Expect fun facts every now and then!

Stuff to know!!!

This blog is run by @phioneplatinum! If you want to see what I do outside talking about HarmoKnight facts, then feel free to see!

I go with She/Her pronouns!

These facts are all either in game, or mentioned by Game Freak themselves! [mostly in-game facts though, but do expect some outside of the game!]

This blog is not affiliated with Game Freak or All Possible Futures. This is a blog for fun!!

Want to submit a fact? Send it via the submissions box or send it in my Discord DMs! (phioneplatinum)

I have some understanding of Japanese, so expect some language difference facts too!

Fact Submission Rules! [don't worry, it's not too strict!]

All fact submissions must be things either official or seen in game.

Fact submissions must be mentioned as a fact. [ex: Fun HarmoKnight fact! (insert fact here)] If it's not a fact, please specify so I don't get confused!

Actually yeah that's it, if there's more, I'll update it.

With all that said, please enjoy the facts! :D

[airenyah]

maybe i'm about to have a change of plans. maybe i won't be making my mother watch last twilight and only friends this semester break, maybe instead i'll go for a star in my mind rewatch and will also sit her down in front of mafia the series

[charmedimsure]

WE'RE OKAY || kang dae-ho

pairing: Kang Dae-ho x f!reader summary: Things go wrong during the third game word count: 2.1k warnings: mingle game, character death, blood, squid game stuff A/N: this man is the only thing in my head rn. posted this before when tags weren't updating so reposting now. also this is only sorta proofread so if you see any mistakes no you didn't <3 **this is sorta a p2 to "a welcome distraction" but can be read as standalone**

We will go hand in hand

And have fun jumping around

Round and round

The platform stops turning suddenly, and you grab onto Dae-ho to stop yourself from falling over.

"Eleven"

You and Dae-ho lock eyes for a split second before you both start looking around for more players. Together you were six, meaning you needed four more.

Gi-hun turns to a player behind him. "How many are you?"

"Four," the woman replies.

"That makes us ten!" Jung-bae whimpers.

A man from another group comes running over. "Are you five? We need five!"

Before any of you can answer, another player yells back. "We have five people! Come with us!"

The two groups go running off towards a door.

"We have to hurry!" Gi-hun says.

"There's no time, Gi-hun!" Young-il tells him.

"We need one more!" the tall woman yells. She spots someone by herself near the center of the platform and grabs her. "We have eleven now!"

"To the green door over there! Hurry!" Young-il yells, already running off in the direction of the door.

Before you know what's happening, Dae-ho grabs you and pulls you along after him. You rush after him into the room, pushing yourself against the wall to make room for everyone else to get inside. You look up at the man next to you before turning your head towards the beeping sound coming from the back of the room. The clock runs out, and the lock clicks on the door.

You breathe out a sigh of relief that you made it in time, but jump and yelp when you hear the screams coming from outside the door, along with the gunshots. Looking towards the door, you watch Gi-hun's reactions as he watches the people outside. The sounds of gunshots are soon replaced with the sounds of the forklifts coming in with the coffins.

Your heart begins to race. If Dae-ho had not taken you back to his friends and added you to his team, you surely would be one of those bodies out there. You look up at Dae-ho to see him already looking down at you. He saved your life.

Dae-ho looks you over to make sure you're okay before you both look around at the others in the room with you. You smile a bit when you see the nice lady and her son with you, as well as players 120 and 095. You had watched them during the six-legged race and watching them cross the finish line had filled you with hope that you could do it too.

"You're alive thanks to me!" a voice yells from inside your room, making you and everyone else jump. You turn and see the creepy lady standing in the middle of the green room, looking you all over one by one. She speaks to Gi-hun, making everyone look at each other with a mix of fear and confusion. This lady doesn't seem to understand that it is not the time for this.

The eliminated players are announced and you are let out of the rooms. The floors are already covered in blood. Red is splattered all over the walls as a morbid reminder of what will happen to you if you lose.

Everyone steps onto the platform and it starts moving again as the music starts up. Looking around, you see that weird purple-haired guy and his friend dancing together. You don't know whether to smile that people can find happiness even in a moment like this, or to be horrified that they can dance in the blood of all those people.

The platform stops again and you are shot back into the game.

"Four"

Your team looks around at each other. Just as you're about to volunteer to find others, Young-il and Jung-bae separate, shouting about needing two more people.

The rest of you run towards an open room with a purple door, taking deep breaths. Gi-hun keeps the door open and looks outside to make sure that the others found another room in time. Right before time runs out, Dae-ho pulls Gi-hun into the room and closes the door, hearing the lock turn immediately after.

The room is tense with none of you knowing whether your friends made it in time. You look at Dae-ho, seeing the worry on his face, and gently take his hand. He looks towards you and squeezes your hand, not letting go even when the doors unlock and you are let out.

Dae-ho starts yelling for Young-il and Jung-bae before a voice calling Gi-hun's name grabs your attention. You look over with relief to see that both of them are alive.

Young-il turns to Jun-hee, asking her if she is alright.

"Wait a minute," Young-il says, "if the next number is seven, we won't need anyone else, will we?"

You all smile as you understand what he's saying, and Jun-hee holds her swelling stomach, a warm smile on her face.

The number for the next round is three, making it easy for your team to split up into two groups and get into rooms with time to spare. You nearly cry as the mother and son are reunited after the round ends, and Dae-ho pulls you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and rubbing his hand up and down your arm.

Your team grows after that, quietly adding the old lady and her son and players 120 and 095.

The platform starts to spin again as the next round starts.

"I hate this fucking song," you mumble under your breath.

The platform stops as the voice announces the next group size.

"Seven"

"Two men and five women! Go!" Gi-hun yells to the team.

"Which two men?" Jung-bae asks.

"I'm going with my mom!" Yong-sik says, holding onto his mother tightly.

Dae-ho holds up your joined hands. "I'm coming." You're dragged in the direction of the group as you run along. Dae-ho opens an orange door, but stops seeing that it's full.

The old man from before pushes Dae-ho out of the doorway before shutting the door. You keep Dae-ho from falling and instead pull him in the direction of an open room that player 120 found. As you run, you can hear the voice counting down. You make it with just a few seconds to spare.

You sigh in relief, but freeze once you turn around. Instead of two men and five women, the room contains two men and four women. Player 120 is standing near the door, ready to run outside when a man pushes her into the room and closes the door just in time for them to lock.

The crying eyes of player 095 look through the slot in the door.

"Young-mi!" Player 120 screams, running towards the door and desperately trying to open it.

The girl outside continues crying until a gunshot is heard and she slides down the door.

Player 120 screams as the woman cries with her son over their lost friend. Dae-ho pulls you close to him as player 120 starts screaming at the man who came in. As sad as his is to see the girl die, he's relieved that it wasn't you out there looking at him through the slot.

The doors unlock and you walk out silently. The others smile when they find you, but immediately notice the missing girl and frown. Without a word, you all step up onto the platform once more as the voice announces that this will be the last round and the music starts up again.

"What do you think it'll be this time?" Jung-bae asks Gi-hun.

"Two," Young-il answers, getting our attention.

"Why?"

"There are 126 people left, and there are 50 rooms. So there won't be enough rooms for everyone, only 100."

You and Dae-ho look at each other. He tightens his grip on your hand, silently telling you that he will bring be with you. You nod at him and get ready to run.

"Two"

Everyone immediately starts running towards the doors in a mad sprint. You stay with Dae-ho, keeping your hands together so you don't get separated.

Dae-ho opens a red door, but you're pushed aside before you can get in with him. You look up as another man pushes inside the room and closes him and Dae-ho in.

Fear like you've never known before takes over your body. You're about to die. Dae-ho can be heard inside the room, screaming your name and trying to open the door, but the man keeps him from getting out. The voice starts to count down from ten. As you accept you're fate, a pair of hands grab you and drag you into a yellow room, throwing you in before throwing the lone person inside out and closing the door.

You gasp for air as you pull yourself off the floor, staying on your hands and knees as you try to get a grasp of what just happened. Someone had saved your life.

Turning to see who your savior is, your eyes grow wide when you read the '246' on his chest.

He kneels beside you, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?"

You nod frantically. "Thanks to you."

The gunshots begin outside and you throw your arms around the man in front of you. You'd be one of them if it weren't for him.

"Thank you," you cry into his shoulder as he hugs you back.

"There was enough time. I watched you get pushed and I just had to do something," he says.

You want to say thank him a million times, but words won't come out as you just stay in each others arms.

Two rooms over, Dae-ho's knuckles are stained red with blood as he punches the door over and over. There's no way that you made it in time, he knows that. He turns and screams at the other player in his room for pushing you, attempting to hit him before his cries take over and he falls into the corner of the room, sobbing into his sleeve.

The doors are eventually unlocked and everyone makes their way out. Dae-ho walks out slowly, looking at the floor and feeling empty. He couldn't save you.

The others run over to him, but they all frown and let out a few gasps when they see that the other person coming out of his room isn't you.

Dae-ho finally looks up at his team, though they all look blurry from the tears in his eyes. He must look like a wreck, but he can't even bring himself to care about that.

Jung-bae walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder, and Dae-ho breaks down again, sobbing into the shoulder of his fellow ex-marine. The area around them is silent except for Dae-ho's cries. That is until door opens behind them and a small gasp is heard in front of him. Dae-ho looks up at the woman holding her son and sees her looking past him.

"Dae-ho."

Dae-ho freezes when he hears the voice. He slowly turns around, not wanting to get his hopes up and believe that it's you. But there you, alive and standing in front of him. You look at each other for a few seconds before Dae-ho rushes towards you, throwing his arms around you as you do the same.

The man breaks down again as he hugs you. "I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry."

You rub his back as he cries, quietly telling him that it's okay.

He pulls back and cups your face with his hands, making sure to look you over. "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, Dae-ho, it wasn't your fault," you reassure him. "And I'm okay. Everything is alright."

He nods, though tears continue to fall down his cheeks. "How did you find a room?"

You smile and look behind you at the man walking towards your group. "This man here picked me up off the floor and saved me at the last moment."

Player 246 just smiles. Dae-ho pulls you back into a hug as he thanks the man over and over for saving your life.

The other players start filtering out of the room. You break away from Dae-ho and pull him along with you towards the door.

As you're walking, he throws an arm around you and pulls you against him, placing a desperate kiss on your forehead that makes you blush. "I can't believe you're alive," he whispers against your skin.

You smile at him and take his hand, squeezing it. "You said it yourself, we're going to get out of here. Together."

Dae-ho keeps you close to him as you walk, the others from your team patting you on the shoulder as they tell you they're happy you made it. Dae-ho keeps his eyes on you the whole time, determined to get the both of you out of here. Today.

~

Dae-ho tags: @gudfornuthin

[val-made-a-mistake]

❝PUSHING THE LIMITS.❞

(not my gif)

summary: eddie might fuck you good, but venom pushes your limits.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, nasty ass smut, surprised-myself-while-writing-it kind of smut, sorta dubcon towards the end, oral sex f and m receiving, sticky tendrils and tentacles and appendages and such, bondage using v's tendrils, hair pulling, spanking, double penetration, eddie spitting in reader's mouth, eddie slaps reader's cheek a lil bit in the beginning, overstimulation central, names like "good girl", "sweet angel", "sweet girl", "beautiful girl"... don't wanna hype myself up too much, but i think y'all are gonna be eating good while reading this one. monsterfucking. i am definitely not getting into heaven, so make my sacrifice worth it and grab some popcorn!

word count: 2k

a/n: if you've ever wanted me to write a sequel for fics like "take the reins" and "don't pretend", this is for you. i can't believe this is my official return to fic writing LMAO, but we're pretending like i never left! (yes i know i posted my last fic in april.) i hope you enjoy, please give me some feedback for this one!

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“Gooooood fuckin’ girl.”

You struggled to hide your wince as Eddie harshly slapped your cheek again: you were on your knees, your face raised to look at him as he knelt over you, directing your face in whatever way he wanted it to go. Some parts sweet, some parts rough - whether it was pulling your hair until your cunt twinged with need, or spitting in your mouth when it got too dry for him to fuck, or how fucking good his cock felt when it was shoved into your mouth, you took all of it enthusiastically. 

You hadn’t heard Venom’s commentary in a while, but at least Eddie seemed to be enjoying himself.

“That’s great, honey,” Eddie gasped as he slipped the tip of his cock in your mouth again: you sucked on it dutifully, slathering your spit over his already glistening length, but throughout all of it, your eyes were locked on his face.

He was almost out of breath just from watching you. “Jeez, that’s fuckin’ nasty…”

Overachieving, you responded by taking his whole length into your mouth until the tip of his cock slammed into your uvula and you were forced to gag.

You meant to stay there, but Eddie’s hand was buried in your hair very suddenly, tugging you backward: he evidently hadn’t been expecting that.

“Easy, honey,” he told you. “It’s not every day I got a girl jumping all over me, y’know.”

You sat back on the bed and stuck out your tongue for him, grinning widely. “Sorry.”

Inside his head, Venom scoffed.

PUSSY.

“N-no, don’t be sorry for anything,” Eddie managed to say to you as he allowed his cock into your mouth again, determined to keep Venom at bay inside his thoughts. “Feels so fucking good, just like that…”

Sucking him off until he came had to be the plan, you figured, so you kept going, keeping your tongue flat along his length as he fucked your mouth. His cock was so goddamn thick, and your tongue kept brushing along a prominent vein as you went. The best part was his hand, firm in your hair, ensuring he was using you in whatever way he wanted.

Meanwhile, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD LIKE THIS, EDDIE.

So it came as a bit of a surprise when Eddie decided he wanted to move: he was off of you in an instant, but he was grabbing your leg, indicating he wanted you to move with him.

His voice was soft, almost sweet, keeping you wet. “Up, honey, c’mon.”

Breathless, your heart pounding now that there wasn’t a hand in your hair anymore, you got off your knees and, following his direction, rolled over on the bed.

“Shit,” Eddie commented appreciatively, just before he spanked you harshly. “Pop that up for me, honey.”

Grinning sheepishly, you buried your face in the pillow and lifted your stinging ass in the air for him.

“Fuck,” he gasped as the palm of his hand brushed over your pussy - yeah, you already knew you were dripping, and the humiliation of it made you flush. “You always get this wet just having a dick in your mouth?”

“It’s just you,” you mumbled weakly, which earned your another spank.

“Just me, huh?” Eddie replied, mockingly, making your face burn. “Not V? You’re telling me this pretty pussy’s dripping just because of me?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he’d spanked you directly on your pussy this time, making you moan weakly.

“Fuck,” you gasped, burying your face in the pillows. You had a feeling that Venom would’ve teased you endlessly if you moaned for him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle it when your pussy was already this wet, but God, you’d never been more tempted.

Inside his head, Venom was sounding impressed, but he hadn’t revealed himself yet.

KEEP GOING, EDDIE. YOU WILL BREAK HER.

Keeping your head in the pillow, you spread your legs wider for him, trying to expose as much of your pussy as you could. Spurred on by Venom’s praise, Eddie grinned.

“Fucking glistening,” he laughed, running a finger delicately along your drenched pussy, sending sensitive nerves haywire. “What a pussy. I mean, Jesus…”

He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your damp inner thigh, and that simple, two-second touch had your mind speeding out of control with obscenities. No doubt about it, spreading your holes like this turned you on: you could feel your slick running down your inner thighs, and if your brain wasn’t jammed, you would’ve been begging for Eddie for Venom to come out, to finally fuck you.

Breathless with anticipation, you grabbed a fistful of pillows instead and waited patiently, keeping still.

Inside his head, Venom was chomping at the bit, too.

WHEN WILL YOU LET ME OUT, EDDIE?

Just give me a few more minutes, Eddie’s thoughts responded, a bit urgently.

He opted to pretend as though nothing had happened, keeping his control over you.

“Spread your legs more, baby. I want to see how turned on I made you.”

Moaning weakly, you did as he said, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening wet mess of a pussy: you had yet to touch yourself, or do anything to stop the spread of heat in your most sensitive spot, but you felt like if he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

You closed your eyes and listen to him move closer.

Eddie’s hands were warm around your thighs, and you could feel him kiss both of your inner thighs - dear god, he’s about to kill you - before he kissed your clit, enveloping it with warmth. 

Everywhere. Oh God.

You gasped weakly. “Oh, Eddie…”

Again, Venom’s voice was a reassuring purr in Eddie’s ear.

YOU ARE UNRAVELLING HER, EDDIE. KEEP GOING.

“That feel good?” he whispered, kissing you softly again.

Well, fucking obviously: you were clutching the pillows above you with all your might, doing your best not to squirm in pleasure. “Eddie, please…”

You were so fucked out you couldn’t finish that sentence, but Eddie knew what it meant, and Venom did too.

LET ME OUT, EDDIE. YOU KNOW SHE WANTS IT.

“You need V, honey?” Eddie whispered from between your legs: he sensed from the growing warmth in his abdomen that he wouldn’t have control over his body for much longer, so he was determined to savour it for as long as he could.

You nodded weakly, flushed with pleasure - Eddie’s tongue may have been a natural, non-monstrous length, but it was pressed to your clit nonetheless, and it would’ve made anybody come after long enough. “Give him to me.”

That did it: Venom came out with a flourish, enveloping Eddie’s body entirely in black goo until he wasn’t Eddie anymore, but tendrilled and sticky and terrifying and one hundred percent Venom.

You almost came at the sight of him. “Oh, V…”

Venom’s tongue protruded from his mouth, licking clean his impressive row of fangs. His milky white eyes might’ve caused others to cower, but you stared directly into them, breathless. It was fascinating, really, how quickly Eddie had disappeared.

Venom’s voice was a deep purr, deeper than anything you’d ever heard.

DID YOU MISS ME, SWEET ANGEL?

“I did, V,” you gasped as a glittering black tendril snuck up your leg, “God, I - I want you so bad.”

Venom cocked his head to the side, watching you intently, like a predator watching its prey.

I TELL EDDIE THAT ALL THE TIME.

You gasped as the appendage finally breached your cunt, pulsating and sticky, giving you exactly the feeling of fullness you wanted. “Oh, Venom…”

The pillow you were clinging onto was gone in a second, replaced by two tendrils pinning your arms onto the bed. Before you knew it, two other tentacles were wrapping around your ankles, fully restricting your ability to move, and there you were, trapped on the bed as Venom was leering above you, his cock sliding in and out of you.

His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every pulsing inch succeeded inside of you, and every now and again, he’d make the tendril twist, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

I DON’T EVER THINK I’VE SEEN YOU THIS WET, SWEET ANGEL.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, your thoughts responded incredulously, but all that came out was a choked, “Ngh!”

You were coming, you knew it, and it still hit you like a fucking freight train: the orgasm rushed through you as blood thundered to your brain, euphoria crashing over you at maximum intensity. Everything welling up inside of you just burst, and nothing had ever been so lovely.

You went deaf for a moment as the only thing you could hear was your heart absolutely pounding and the shrill ringing in your ears, but you knew you were gasping for breath, completely overtaken by this orgasm. You’d never tell Eddie, but it was Venom who knew how to pull orgasms from you like this, and only Venom, his glittering black cock absolutely destroying you from the inside out.

Of course, it was then Venom suddenly decided to slam his cock into you at full force, overstimulating you beautifully.

The confidence in his voice never wavered.

I KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT, BEAUTIFUL GIRL. I HAVE SEEN YOU TAKE IT.

“Oh, Venom,” you were gasping over and over, but you couldn’t fully hear yourself over the ringing in your ears and the sounds of Venom’s glittering black tendril sliding in and out of your drenched, abused pussy, filling you up to the maximum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He did the pulsating, twisting thing inside of you once again, and your eyes nearly rolled back into your head: when he was pinning you down like this, you had nothing to hold onto, it was just you, the cock inside of you, and the threat of this monstrous creature swallowing you whole. “Oh my god, Venom!”

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT EDDIE SEEING THIS, SWEET GIRL?

“Oh, fuck, Venom…” you moaned from underneath him, incoherent now as his cock pistoned in and out of you. You were blathering, but the message was clear: don’t fucking stop!

Venom was smug, now.

HOW DO YOU FEEL KNOWING I CAN TAKE YOU BETTER THAN EDDIE EVER COULD?

“You’re better than Eddie,” you mumbled incoherently as Venom ramped up speed, “Loads better than Eddie, I just - oh fuck - holy shit, V, keep going!”

WILL YOU COME FOR ME, SWEET ANGEL?

Yes, I will, your thoughts responded immediately, but actions spoke louder than words: your second orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook, you were pushed to the point of insanity. This one really took you by surprise compared to the first, but you revelled in it, your vision flashing with white as Venom fucked into you. You could feel your body sinking into the bed despite the restraints, spent, and you almost thought it was over, but–

Venom, of course, didn’t care.

COME FOR ME AGAIN, BEAUTIFUL GIRL.

“V,” you whispered weakly, your entire body damp with sweat from your last orgasm, “I - I don’t think I can, I just came.”

Above you, Venom absolutely snarled, and his tongue slithered down to force your legs even further apart.

WHEN I SAY COME, YOU COME!

A second, bigger tendril sank into your ass this time, and you gasped: you were filled, completely and utterly filled, and God, you’d be lying if it didn’t feel so fucking wonderful.

“I - I’m gonna come,” you blathered, blinking hard as the realization set in: you were about to come faster than you’d ever come in your life. “I - I’m gonna come, V, holy - oh my god-”

The words I’m coming were lost in your throat, but it didn’t matter: in a matter of seconds, you’d came for a third time, and the euphoria this time around was still there, yet with a bitter and harsh edge. Your body was exhausted, but your pussy was drenched, and all Venom knew was to keep fucking going, so–

You were gasping, half-deaf with your vision flashing with white, trying to make peace with the reality that Venom was going to fuck you until you passed out.

[theorphicangel]

cw: needles, tattoos

bf! sukuna who is also a tattoo artist promising to do your first ever tattoo!

you were hestitant at first but one night after studying his own tattoos, you wondered what black ink would look like on your own skin. after much debate with yourself, you confess to sukuna your deep desire to be tattooed, preferbly by him.

he's eating a bowl of cereal during your confession. you show him a few designs and ask for his opinion. he looks at you up and down.

'you want a tattoo?'

'yes.'

'you do know it's permanent right?'

'I know.'

he chews, waiting for the punchline to kick or for you to change your mind abruptly. but it never comes.

not when you finalise the designs, perfecting and practicing as much as he could so it could be exactly what you envisioned.

not when the day before you mentally prepare yourself for the pain of the tattoo gun.

and not even when you enter his parlor for your appointment, Sukuna puts your name last in the book so that he has something to look forward to throughout the day.

it only comes after Sukuna has prepped you and you're sat in the chair with your arm propped that you say, 'wait i've changed my mind.'

'you've got to be fucking joking-'

'wait! let me think.'

you take a dramatic deep breath in and out, 'let's do it.'

'fucking weirdo' sukuna mumbles pulling up his face mask. you have to admit that whilst waiting for your tattoo it was pretty hot to watch your boyfriend in his element. his tight black tee which shows off the tattoos on his arms as well as his bulked figure. you watched his muscles flex as he moved around, sanitizing his area for you and setting everything up.

'are you really ready?' he asks one more time, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you nod.

'don't move'

'well duh.' you reply.

'you flinch at the sight of needles' Sukuna notes, turning on the tattoo gun and the obnoxious buzzing begins.

'don't remind me!' you snap, trying your best not to move from the position you were in.

'look over there.'

'I am.'

Right before the needle hits your skin, you ask a question pausing sukuna just centimetres from your arm. 'can I hold your hand?'

a pause. and sukuna gives you a look that says 'you've got to be kidding me'

'I need both of my hands to do your fucking tattoo idiot.'

'I was just asking.'

He lets out a sigh, regaining his focus. 'afterwards, when I clean you up.'

'Kay.'

'Do I get a sticker?'

'No.'

'Some chocolate-'

'this isn't a doctor's office, brat.'

you say nothing more, finally allowing to sukuna to do his job. with a wince the needle hits your skin.

it hurts, like a mother fucker. but you decide that it would turn out to be even worser if sukuna wasn't by your side.

biting on your free hand to distract you from the pain, the tattoo is quickly done and over, thanks to sukuna's expertise. the design comes out better than ever and you let out a gasp. sukuna begins to clean you up and wrap up your tattoo.

you can't help but gleam every time you look at it, unable to tear away your eyes.

'look now we're twins!'

'barely.' he teases, 'you're gonna need a whole lot more to match me.'

[14dayswithyou]

Some long-term followers may have noticed this subtle shift already (especially those who are in the 14DWY Discord server or have read this post), but I figured I'd make it official.

I'm no longer associating myself with the yandere VN community.

The TLDR is that the energy here really fuckin SUCKS!! And I don't want to be part of something so hostile and needlessly competitive.

The constant infighting and epicaricacy between communities is deeply upsetting, and it's very disheartening to see aspiring developers cancel their projects because of the unwarranted backlash and harassment they face.

Some entitled folks on here reeeeally need to understand that constantly harassing others for updates, encouraging developers to belittle others to make themselves/their project look better, complaining about a project not meeting the expectations you specifically put in place, attacking other communities because of the parasocial relationship you share with another developer, getting mad that you chose to ignore important PSAs or warnings and faced the repercussions, or even sending in hate messages on anon because you're bored are not things you should be doing — let alone be proud of.

I try to avoid bringing up these topics as it's not the vibe I want to have on this blog (nor do I want to negatively contribute to the Streisand Effect and blow things out of proportion), but I'm genuinely getting tired of being on the receiving end of all this harassment and negativity, seeing it happen to others, and watching other indie developers encourage such vile behaviour. I'm done.

For those wondering what this means for "14 Days With You": for the most part, everything will still continue like usual. I've said this from the very beginning, but 14DWY is just a passion project I pursue whenever I feel like it. It's something I do for fun as a hobby — not because I want to publish a well-known game or turn it into a career. I've been on Tumblr for over thirteen years now, and it's taught me how to grow thick skin, so everything that I'm yapping and yammering about won't stop me from working on 14DWY.

However, this does mean that I won't be as interactive with other developers or their communities anymore; many ill-natured people have ruined this for me.

Because of them, I'm no longer able to voice my opinion on other games without some opinionated rat whispering in my ear about how the developer is "problematic" or that I could get cancelled for simply following them on Twitter. I can't interact with certain games without its parasocial community becoming hostile or gatekeepy towards anyone they don't like. I've seen communities belittle and devalue promising demos because in their eyes, nothing can compare to their favourite game (or their favourite developer). I have been harassed, bullied, and doxxed by other communities and have seen the same thing happen to others as well. I've heard about the developers who weaponise their community's loyalty to attack and drive out their competition. And I've witnessed more than enough developers expressing how badly they want to take a hiatus due to how much unwarranted negativity they receive, but don't want to disappoint their community by doing so.

By saying all of this, you can understand why I dislike being here so much, as well as why I no longer find any enjoyment in interacting with the yandere VN community.

Many people here — fans and developers alike — are so needlessly pushy about their standards and personal opinions being the norm, and if anyone else goes against them, they'll purposefully try to ostracise and bully them out of the community. This place isn't as laid-back or inclusive as it used to be, and I don't want to be associated with a community that acts so hostile and aggressive towards anyone who shares a differing opinion — nor do I want to be part of a space that caters towards developers who'll tear down others in order to have a moment of relevancy.

We're all doing our own thing and making our own games; it shouldn't be a competition. But if you see it as such, then I urge you to take a moment to stop and rethink your actions — or, at the very least, understand how it's affecting you and others around you.

So until there's a reasonable change and people can go back to being less... demanding, hypercritical, and gatekeepy about who interacts with what, I'll be stepping away and continuing to stay in my own bubble, as I have for the past two years now. I've already unfollowed everyone associated with the yandere community many months ago, but I think I'll just unfollow everyone entirely now for my own peace of mind. I will also no longer be interacting with any yandere VN communities (aside from close friends), nor will I be as public with my interests from this moment on. Everything on this blog will be strictly related to 14DWY like usual, and I will continue to block and report any spiteful "anons"/burner accounts sent my way and delete their messages.

Again, this isn't really much of an announcement — it's more so just paragraphs of me bitchin and moanin 🫶 — but I wanted to get this all out there instead of leaving things unsaid and having people come to their own conclusions as to why I've suddenly become less active, less optimistic, and why I've stopped engaging with a majority of the yandere community in the last two years.

So, yeah... ^^; If there's anything I want y'all to take away from this entire post, it's to be kind, open, and understanding towards everyone — developers and communities alike — and to spread support rather than negativity. It's what I want my own community to be known for, so please be mindful of how you treat others online.

And if you find yourself being surrounded by constant toxicity and negativity (be it from friends, mutuals, or even other developers or communities), please don't feel ashamed to step away or cut them off entirely. Put yourself and your mental health first. I also think it'll be good for me to leave all this negative energy behind and continue to kick off 2025 in a better light, so if y'all need to let out any frustrations of your own, feel free to go ham in the replies (obviously, be kind and civil though jghsjg T_T)

[chaoticwriting]

Part 1

Gotham New Rogue 2

It's been a few weeks since Danny started to become the Trickster. To be honest, it is working very well. His core is expanding fast as ectoplasm is regenerating faster than ever before. He is also slowly developing new abilities and gaining more control and powers to his already established abilities.

For instance, Danny used to struggle making clones, but now he can easily create dozens of them with just a thought. He can also change his clothes to whatever he imagines using ectoplasm now. His ice power is also stronger and easier to control. His superhuman body is developing and slowly getting stronger and faster.

Overall, Danny will say that make a smart decision to become a rogue especially since no one has caught him yet. Danny is currently laying on top of a building watching the sun slowly set in the horizon. His stomach suddenly grumbles and he decides to hit the shack before he gets to "work" tonight.

Jumping off the roof, Danny lands and walks to the nearest Batburger while still wearing his rogue suit. He has a totally funny idea today and it involves him being seen in public. Entering the Batburger is like entering a library for some reason. As soon as he enters, everyone goes deathly quiet.

Danny slowly walks towards the cashier and orders his food.

Danny: 5 sets of set C please.

Cashier: Ermm, that will be 60 bucks.

Danny: Here.

After paying for the food, Danny gets his food and sits at one of the tables alone. It's only after he is through his 3rd set that reality is set in for the people. They begin to move and contrary to Danny's expectations, approach him to ask for pictures. Danny allows them some pictures and unknowingly raises his status as Gotham's friendliest rogue.

Suddenly, a white man that screams rich guy, a woman with blonde hair and a black guy wearing Signal's merch approach him. Danny has learned a lot of things from his 14 years of life and 2 years of half life and Danny knows when a rich guy approaches you, it's never good (Sam doesn't have the rich vibe).

Rich guy: Hello Trickster! May we have a meal with you?

Danny: Sure.

Rich guy: Ah, how rude of me. My name is Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. These two are my friends, Stephanie Brown and Duke Thomas. You can call me Tim by the way.

Danny: Sure, Tim.

They sit opposite him with their meals and try to make small talks with him while eating. The trio realize that Danny seems to respond a lot better when Steph or Duke is the one to ask the question.

Steph: So, Trickster. Why don't you like my friend here?

Duke: Way to go in being subtle, Steph. Why not ask who is he really next?

Steph: Hey, I can't help it you know. He seems so snarky whenever Tim asks questions. I wanna know if Tim pissed him off or something.

Danny: He is rich, right?

Duke: Err, yes?

Steph: Let's say he is. Why does that matter?

Danny: I hate rich people. And government. But who doesn't hate the government?

Duke: So, eat the rich?

Danny: Yes.

Steph: Cool cool. We are also here just so we could leech him off anyway. We're not really friends.

Tim: Ow, you hurt me by saying that. What happened to our vow of eternal friendships?

Steph: I cross my fingers.

Duke: I lie.

Danny: Hahahaha. You're like my friends.

Tim: You have friends?

Danny: Of course I have friends. And unlike you I don't need money to have friends.

Tim: Sorry sorry. Are your friends also rouges?

Danny: Wouldn't you like to know? Last I need is Batman investigating my friends. I'm sure Batman is part of you rich people group chat or something.

Steph and Duke: *Snickers*

Tim: *Glares at the two* Why would you think Batman is in contact with the rich people?

Danny: Isn't it obvious? Batman has all these high tech gadgets and is always there fast whenever a Wayne is kidnapped. I would even say Batman is being sponsored by the Wayne.

Danny: I also don't like most heroes in general. They are just the government lapdog doing whatever the government wants.

Tim, Steph and Duke frowned at that statement. From the way Danny speaks, it is clear that he has some history against the government. Him being here also means he is at least confident enough to run away if any of the bats are here. Is it just blind confidence or a truly competent ability will remain to be seen.

Tim is just about to refute him when Danny suddenly stands up. All of them tensed up and ready for battle when Danny turns towards one side of the window, waves and disappears right in front of them. They are very confused and when they turn towards the direction Danny was just looking at, they see Batman and Black Bat right on the rooftop across the building.

Batman and Tim nod to each other and they all return to the caves.

-Batcave-

Tim: So you all hear the conversation right?

Dick: Except at the end where the sound becomes blurred for a moment, we hear everything.

Tim: Good. So what are your thoughts on this?

Damian: It is pretty self explanatory Drake. He has a personal hatred towards the government and that extends to all bodies of government or people he thought is connected to the government.

Tim: But why though? Is the hatred towards the government something as simple because he is a criminal? Or is there something else towards it?

Bruce: There is nothing to find about him currently with our limited resources about him. Return to the manor for today and take some rest. We will investigate it later.

All of them return to the manor and rest for the night.

-2 weeks later-

The Trickster is standing in front of an unconscious and tied up Batman. He is giggling loudly that evolves into full blown laughter.

He takes off Batman's belt and starts to pull out stuff one after another. Soon, he found the item that he needed.

Trickster: Hahahahahahaha. I have finally got it. The strongest weapon in the world!

The batfam that is watching the live broadcast shiver as they watch Trickster holds out the black object high in the sky.

Part 3

[etherealrin]

♡.ᐟ sanrio rings!

how proplayer!rin accidentally reveals his relationship with you to the public

warnings: none // wc: 929

note: my first post ever, hi LOL. ooc rin perhaps? female reader (reffered to as rin's gf)

rin forgets he even has the plastic ring on. so when he gets interviewed post-match and the cameraman zooms in on his right hand, which currently grips the microphone, he's a little confused.

"mr. itoshi!" the reporter exclaims, "what an odd choice of jewelry! and on the ring finger too, are you perhaps engaged?"

what? engaged? rin plasters a frown on his face, ready to go off at the woman.

"i have no idea what y-" rin begins, but cuts himself off. oh shit, he thinks. of course, on his ring finger sat the stupid little kuromi ring he had gotten with you in shibuya last week. his mind races back to the memory, and he groans internally.

"rin, please! let's get matching ones!" you squealed as you dragged him towards the staggering rows of gachapons deep inside the city's neon lit streets. the whole shop was filled to the brim with machine after machine, and one in particular had caught your eye. it was one containing comically large rings of sanrio character faces, ranging from cinamoroll to my melody to kuromi.

"fine, if that's really what you want to spend 400 yen on," he had sighed. he knew you would somehow rope him into wearing the diabolical little accesory.

"i really hope we get my melody and kuromi! y'know it's basically canon that they like each other, right?" you told him, laughing.

"i hope you know i'm not familiar with any of the sanrio lore," rin began. "but- if it's with you, it's not so bad…i guess." the last part was barely audible. you pushed him toward the white machine, with a little "you first!"

to his fortune (or now his misfortune, he figured) he did indeed manage to obtain the black kuromi ring you had wanted him to wear. his attention then shifted to you. you were crouched down over the machine, and, wait…why were you performing a summoning ritual? you had pulled up my melody pictures on your phone and waved it around like a mystic.

"you're silly," rin deadpanned.

"but it'll work, watch this!" you shot back. the tips of your finger grasped the small wheel of the gacha machine and you turned it slowly. an opaque pink ball dropped out of the prize slot. "i did it! see?" you said smugly, giving rin a pointed look. "now you have to put yours on, so we match!"

rin sighed, but he slipped the ring onto his finger, choosing the exact same placement you had done for youself. the right ring finger?

"hey- you do know what this means right?" he asked you, a faint rose tinting his cheeks.

you giggled. "it's a promise! we're now engaged under the laws of sanrio!"

"so? what's the news?" the reporter inquires again. rin snaps back to the present, having temporarily forgotten he was in a post-match interview and on nationwide live television. oh, you must be watching too, he realizes. itoshi rin could only come up with one explanation now: the truth.

"i got it with my girlfriend the other day, she wanted to match," he says with all air of nonchalance that he can muster.

"girlfriend? mr. itoshi, you're in a relationship?" the reporter almost drops her microphone out of shock. rin feels his cheeks heat up, and he wants to smack himself for blushing on live television at the mention of you.

"yes. i have been in one for quite a while now," rin starts. "and she's the sweetest, most stunning girl in the entire universe. now if you're done asking me about my private life, do you have anything for the real game? or are we done here?"

"o-oh, yes…" the reporter babbles on about something he had done in the match and rin wraps up the interview at light speed, wanting to leave and to see you immediately.

when rin finally knocks on the door to your third floor apartment (and notices the glittery sanrio stickers plastered onto it) you open it almost instantly, with a finger pointing at his face.

"i saw your interview," you say, dragging him into your living room where he promptly sprawls out on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. "i can't believe you forgot to take it off, it's been three days!" you laugh. "but…it was cute. really, thank you. i know how hard it must have been to tell the whole world about us,"

"it was worth it, for you," rin says softly. he's a bit embarrased now. yet he's running his fingers through your silky hair now, twisting and turning it, his lilting touch teasing your exposed shoulder and making you giggle as if being tickled. you notice the kuromi ring, still sitting on his ring finger as if it was the most rightful place for it to belong. he grabs your own right hand, lining your fingers side by side with his, grinning a little at the pink my melody on yours.

"hmmm, i love you too, rin" you reply to the boy. he pulls you closer and inhales deeply, breathing in your nectarine-like sweet perfume.

"you should come to my game next week in my jersey," he mentions suddenly. "i mean there's no point in going through the agony of having lukewarm people online trying to guess who my girl is, i want everyone to know its you." you can't help but smile up at rin. his azure eyes shine with something fragile and genuine, love. you give him a soft, small kiss, and he sighs contentedly.

"i'd love to," you promise.

a/n: if you've made it this far i luv u, this is inspired by the sanrio rings i got with my friend haha

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