#spilled thoguhts

[holyshittywritings]

People kill me

With their expectations

And emotional blackmail,

The side-eye expressions

And fake sympathy,

The scolding I deserve

And the kindness they forget.

She loves my different earrings

Oh, that smile after he helped

That sincere goodbye

That hope cause we are friends,

A pat on the back

Laughing at my jokes

Bearing with my nastiness

And taking me to school,

People save me, somedays.

[therandomvibez]

Bburnout.....

[vi-sinner]

y’all hop in the asks and help me jumpstart my creative brain (pretty please)

[mai-library]

I am there sitting in the waiting room, overhearing a conversation not meant for me. When my father was around he always said that I was just a bit too nosy, you see. This woman is holding onto the doctor's coat and she is trembling. I pity her as she wails. I always wondered what you would use to refer to a parent who has lost their child.

Because children become orphans when their parents are gone and spouses become widows or widowers when their vows are done.

And I was always pondering on whether or not such a word existed until it fell into my lap in all its angst filled glory.

They called it vilomah.

Everyone always said that a parent losing their child was so unnatural that there could never be a word for it.

Vilomah simply means to go against the natural order.

And I guess they got one part right because no matter how painful or heartbreaking something is, there should be a word to express your grief.

And I watch as she kneels on the hospital floor and in my mind I call her a widow and out loud, I say 'vilomah' with a reverence, as the foreign word stumbles off my tongue.

'Vilomah'.

They took years to find a word that describes her pain and I find it fitting because even the most unnatural things deserve definition.

Because she is now a vilomah and she has been a widow and she is left with nothing as she crumbles to dust in the remnants of the last bit of light she had known.

[mviatorem]

Series of Fcked Up

I messed up so bad lately. Not just once but twice or even beyond-- that I'm aware of. Baba is someone who never tells you that he's offended or hurt, he just shows it to you with his actions, and I'm the kind of person who's carefree and stupid! Urgh! I hate how insensitive I am to other people's feelings. I just say what I want to say without thinking things over. I wish I had glued my mouth shut! I so hate this! Especially when emotions are raging, I lose it and spit something out like a mad person.

I don't know how long Baba can last with this attitude. I can't concentrate on thinking about it. I'm scared. "No one can stand you." I remember my Mom's words and I hate them!

[reggiethegreatest]

Ah yes,... to be drunk and free is what I atone to be

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[hell-drabbles]

companion when theyre forced to suffer what comes with being an angel (they will get hurt) (they will hurt others) (shunned from every side) (nothing is fair not even comfort) (good lird! Pain and suffeing!)

I'd imagine angelification adds to your an6atomy as a non-angelic being instead of transforming. Sudden wings sprouting from your back and rapid growth would be painful ofc because its happening all at once. Halos forming at rapid rates causes throbbing migraines that last 15-30 minutes (unbesrable pain) and could have long lasting effects and damage to the brain. Idrk how halos can materialize so yah!!

Wingssss would be incomplete and fleshy and bloody because wings did not take time to deform. Healing would take a lot of time but it wont change deformities. I dont thjnk theyd even be able to fly since the wings are tooooo deformed wnd sonewhat bony to evem carry weight :[[...

Angelification maybe attacks the mind too with intense holy visions? Idk. Its like a strobe light effect that plays in your head with words yiu cannot understand.. (yeouch!!!!) Intense ringing in your ears and strong nausea comes with it.

Due to the immense stress of angelification and what it does to the mind the victim wouldn't be themselves anymore proven by that bossfight during chapter 1. Victims get put down becayse their body is forever damaged and in pain (oof)! The viictims are also dangerous because their senses are messed up already so they attack impulsicely and are really agitated

Idk these might not make sense but yahhh :3 have fun with some of my thoguhts that come from my stew brain

companion, probably: shit happens i guess (suffering a fate worst than death)

And let me spill out some of my own brain stew from the mind cauldron.

I like to imagine that the Companion is probably used to lure out Ra-on with their familiar face. And that they have moments of lucidity when they're basically not tripping balls on holy visions, which makes Ra-on really, really hesitate on having them be killed or maimed because they're in there! They're still alive even if they're in pain! Because Ra-on strikes me as the type that would not survive a zombie apocalypse because they're that soft-hearted towards infected loved ones.

Gabriel marked Ra-on, killed Minhyeok, and probably holds a special interest in the Companion after making them go through angelification. As to what that interest contains, I have no clue. I'll probably just make it a messy variety where Gabriel is only jokingly affectionate in order to mess with Ra-on and the devils.

And then goes "Oh no," when he ends up actually attached to the Companion the more they're lucid, but obviously has to hide it under layers and layers of lies and asspulls to the angels and devils around him. It's almost funny.

Obviously, this is a one sided thing. Weirdly likes the open hostility of the Companion when their mind is there and functioning.

I'm a big fan of these huge prideful assholes being confronted with the problem of getting attached and basically hating every moment of it. Though he doesn't really pretend to hate the Companion in front of them when it's just the both of them. He's civil and since they're so open with their own anger, Gabriel tends to unload whatever grievances he has since literally no one else is giving him a listening ear. The one that did listen, God, is gone. So, the Companion is the next best thing.

That's kind of funny to think about. Ra-on Companion is now Gabriel's Companion.

[out-with-the-boys]

The Dance- Chapter 24

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

Paris was an unexpected part of the plan. The city loomed around Morgan like a reminder of all the dreams she’d abandoned, its beauty muted by the fog of her own guilt. She sat at a small café table tucked beneath the awning of a boulangerie, the kind of place tourists wandered past without a second glance.

The scent of fresh bread and coffee hung in the crisp air, mingling with the soft hum of early morning conversation. Breath visible in the cool morning air, she fixed her gaze on the cobblestones at her feet. The soft murmur of the waking city around her couldn’t combat the roar that had filled her mind since she left. 

Homelander’s voice, sharp and raw with anger, echoed in her memory, mixing with the quiet ache she hadn’t expected to feel.

She ran her hands over her thighs, brushing invisible dust from the dark jeans she’d hastily thrown on that morning. The city, vibrant and alive, felt worlds away from the sterile corridors of Seven Tower. Her chair was cold beneath her, the wrought iron digging into her back in a way that was both grounding and uncomfortable. 

Around her, life moved on as if nothing had happened, as if her world hadn’t shifted irrevocably. Here, people moved unbothered by gods and monsters, their worries confined to late trains and spilled coffee. 

Morgan envied them. She envied their small, manageable lives.

As the last few days wore on, she wondered if her decision to run had been too reckless, too cruel. She’d wanted freedom, safety, a chance to build something better for herself. Morgan just hadn’t anticipated the ache of loss, sharp and unwelcome, that settled deep in her chest. She’d acted so quickly, so decisively, burning bridges she wasn’t sure she could rebuild. 

Homelander’s face still haunted her thoguhts—angry, hurt, confused. She hated him for it, for twisting her resolve into something so fragile. And yet, she hated herself more for hurting him the way she had. She hadn’t realized how deeply he’d woven himself into her thoughts, her plans, her life.

She thought of him—the way his hand would rest on the small of her back, possessive but warm. The occasional flicker of something fragile behind his eyes when he looked at her, was something she’d convinced herself she could nurture. Morgan had wanted to believe that she could save him. She never counted on how maybe she might have loved him in some way after all.

Tracing the rim of her coffee cup with a fingertip, her mind wandering back to the chaotic hours that had brought her here. Paris wasn’t just an escape. It was a waypoint, a brief respite before the next step. Grace Mallory had assured her she’d be safe for now, but this city felt like a fragile haven, one that could shatter if she let her guard down for even a moment. 

Mallory’s message had been clear: Lay low, don’t draw attention, and wait for further instructions.

But waiting wasn’t something Morgan had ever been good at.

Her gaze drifted to the cobblestones again, her thoughts unspooling into the moments that led to her being here. Seven Tower felt like a distant memory, but the adrenaline from that final confrontation with Homelander still lingered in her veins. She’d used every ounce of her power to outmaneuver him and Vought. It had been enough to get out. Barely.

She thought of the psychic vision she’d constructed, how she’d trapped Homelander in his own mind while her body slipped away unnoticed. The look of betrayal on his face as he believed he’d lost her for good. It had been necessary, but the memory still made her stomach churn. 

Shaking her head, she took a sip of her now-cool coffee. Regret wasn’t a luxury she could afford. Not now.

Mallory had been the first to pick up the pieces after her escape, arranging her flight out of New York and securing her temporary safety. The Boys had done their part too—Butcher, with his gruff skepticism; Frenchie, MM and Kimiko, who had watched over her during the psychic confrontation; even Annie, who had hugged her tightly before she disappeared into the night. But now she was alone again, waiting for another contact to move her to a more secure location.

Her hand moved absently to her stomach. Every decision she’d made in the last few weeks had been for the baby. That’s what she told herself, anyway. The truth was more complicated. She’d left Homelander behind because she couldn’t see a future where they could coexist—not with Vought’s influence, not with his obsession with power.

But that never felt quite right to her.

The thought was a quiet admission she wasn’t ready to confront fully. She pushed it aside, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. Mallory’s contact would arrive within the hour, and she couldn’t afford to let her mind wander too far.

Morgan shifted in her chair, the wrought iron biting into her back again. The city may have moved on around her, but she couldn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t let herself truly rest since she arrived—not physically, not mentally. Each time her mind drifted, it brought her back to him. To them.

She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the sharp bite of late autumn air and the faint aroma of fresh baked goods. The warmth of the coffee cup seeped into her palms, anchoring her. These were the moments she’d wanted, weren’t they? The small, stolen slices of normalcy that Vought had stolen from her. That he had stolen from her.

Except now, they felt hollow.

The truth was, she didn’t know what to do with the quiet. The silence didn’t comfort her—it stretched her thoughts thin, leaving space for the doubts to creep in. She had spent so much time convincing herself she could change things—change him—that abandoning him felt like failure.

Her fingers moved to the base of her skull, brushing lightly over the faint scar hidden beneath her hairline. Morgan’s stomach tightened, the dull ache spreading outward. Every instinct told her to leave the café, to stop sitting in plain sight, but Mallory’s contact had insisted on this meeting point. 

A moving target was harder to hit, Mallory had said, but staying still had its risks, too. And she hated the waiting. She hated feeling exposed.

She let her hand linger over her scar. The neural implant had been her lifeline, a fragile tether keeping her powers from spiraling out of control. But now it felt like a trap, a beacon for Vought if they got too close. She had warned Mallory about that—how much Vought knew, how little time she had.

Her stomach churned as her thoughts shifted to Becca and Ryan. She hoped they were safe, but she knew better than to assume. Mallory likely had them on the move by now. Morgan thought of the desperation in Becca’s eyes when they’d parted. The quiet hope that she might finally be free from Vought and Homelander’s shadows.

Absently her hand moved to her abdomen, the ache settling there like a stone. She wasn’t just running for herself. She was running for all of them—for Becca and Ryan, for the fragile network of people who had risked everything to give her this chance. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on them, her thoughts always circled back to him.

Homelander.

His name lingered in her mind like a whisper, like a warning. She thought of the fury in his eyes during their last confrontation. She pressed her lips together, gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. 

He wasn’t supposed to matter anymore. She’d told herself that over and over again, trying to crush the lingering affection she felt for him. But it was a lie. No matter how much she wanted to hate him, there were pieces of him she couldn’t let go of.

She thought of all the ways she’d tried to justify leaving, all the ways she’d told herself she was doing the right thing. And yet, doubt clung to her, tightening its grip with every passing moment.

Memories of nights they’d spent together crossed her mind, the rare moments when he’d let his guard down. When he’d seemed so very human. Those moments were the ones she’d held onto, the ones that had convinced her to stay as long as she had. 

Morgan exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple as if she could force the thoughts away. She needed to focus on something else– anything else. 

Her family. Her mother, Sammy, Lucas, Celeste and Elise. She had put all of them in danger when she decided to leave Vought. Thankfully Mallory and her people worked fast to get them all someplace safe too. She hadn’t dared ask yet, but she hoped that wherever she would be moved to next, she could reunite with them.

She let her thoughts drift to her family, their faces flashing in her mind like snapshots from a life she barely recognized anymore. Her mother, with her warm smile and quiet strength, had always been her anchor. Sammy, Lucas, Celeste, and Elise—each of them with their own quirks and chaos. Their bond was strong even when life threatened to pull them apart.

They had always been her reason for everything. Every risk she’d taken, every choice she’d made, had been for them. To protect them, to keep them safe. And now, she’d done the one thing she’d sworn never to do—she’d dragged them into her mess.

Her jaw tightened, guilt pressing down on her like a weight. She hadn’t even been able to warn them properly. Mallory had swept in with her efficiency and unflinching resolve, moving them to safety before Morgan could explain what was happening. The idea of her mother’s confusion and fear haunted her.

Hand brushing over the edge of the table, her fingers trembled slightly. She wanted to believe they were safe, that Mallory’s people had done what she couldn’t. But the truth was, she didn’t know.

She closed her eyes, letting the memories come. Elise’s endless questions about Morgan’s powers, her curiosity both endearing and exhausting. Celeste’s quiet hugs, the way she seemed to know exactly when Morgan needed them most. Lucas’ gentle teasing and subtle ways of challenging her to be better. Sammy’s undying, and often loud support of everything she tried her hand at…

Morgan had been their protector. But now? Now she was the reason they were in hiding, forced to abandon their lives because she couldn’t control her own.

She pressed a hand to her stomach, drawing strength from the faint connection she felt with the life growing inside her. She couldn’t let herself fall apart—not now, when everything depended on her. This was perhaps the last chance she had of not letting someone important to her down.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a flicker of unease, the faintest ripple in the air around her. She froze, her senses sharpening. The hum of the city continued—cars passing, people chatting, the clink of cups against saucers—but something felt off.

She scanned the café, her telepathic senses brushing against the surface thoughts of those around her. A couple arguing over their plans for the day. A man worried about being late for work. A tourist marveling at the architecture that surrounded them.

And then she felt it. Her breath hitched as her fingers gripped the edge of the table. Someone was here. Watching.

She looks startled. I think she knows we’re here. We’ve got to move now!

Morgan pushed back her chair slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached out with her mind, trying to pinpoint the source, but before she could, the air cracked with a sharp, electric pulse.

An EMP hit her like a thunderclap, searing through her neural implant and rendering it inert in an instant. Pain exploded in her head, white-hot and blinding.

The flood was instantaneous.

Voices crashed into her mind all at once, a deafening cacophony of thoughts, fears, desires, and frustrations. It was like being submerged in a raging river, every current pulling her in a different direction.

Where’s my phone?

I’m going to be late.

She’s cheating on me, I know it.

It’s probably too early for wine.

This is it. The target is down. Move in!

Clutching her head, her knees buckling under the weight of it all. The neural implant had been her buffer, her salvation, filtering out the endless noise that came with her powers. Without it, she was raw and exposed, her telepathy spiraling out of control.

She staggered to the ground, gasping for air as the thoughts kept coming, relentless and overwhelming. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push them out, but there was no escape.

She’s dangerous. Secure her.

What’s happening? Why is she screaming?

My daughter’s recital is tonight. Don’t forget.

Why isn’t she running? Something’s wrong.

Morgan’s nails dug into her scalp as she tried to focus, to separate the voices, but it was impossible. The radius was too wide, the sheer volume of thoughts too much for her unprotected mind to handle.

Her stomach lurched as she felt the radius expand. The thoughts were coming from farther away now—blocks, miles. She could hear them all. The tourists snapping photos on the other side of the Seine. The cab driver muttering about his next fare. The child whining for a toy in a shop three streets over.

Get her under control. Now!

The urgency in that thought cut through the chaos, sharp and dangerous. Morgan’s head snapped up, her vision blurring as she spotted movement at the edge of the café. Black-clad figures emerged from the crowd, their minds pulsing with intent.

“Stop…” she gasped, feeling like her head was about to burst from all the pressure each and every thought was building inside her skull. “Please… STOP!”

Her scream rippled out into the air, but the command wasn’t just in her voice—it surged from her mind, raw and unchecked.

The thoughts around her faltered, like a film reel snapping mid-scene. The operatives froze mid-step, their weapons half-drawn. The café patrons, wide-eyed and panicked just moments ago, sat motionless. A waiter holding a tray of drinks stopped mid-turn, the glasses wobbling precariously.

Her vision swam, her knees buckling as the strain of it all bore down on her. She could feel them—their thoughts suddenly silenced, their minds caught in the grip of her power.

Voice hoarse, the word was barely a whisper, but the command roared in their heads like thunder.

Stop.

It was her last thought before she succumbed to the dark silence of unconsciousness.

Song: I Found by Amber Run “But I missed you more, Than I thought I would.” Author’s notes: Well, I guess my update schedule isn’t going to have as many long gaps as I initially thought. Things have been slow enough, and I had hella motivation to get this chapter out.  I don’t have much else to add to my usual thoughts here. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I’m ready and raring to go on the next one.

Next chapter.

[appleofthemoon]

rumor has it that huening kai is responsible for the bad things that occur in this town

his sweetheart personally don’t believe it themself…claims he so sweet and that sure he could have his moments but they don’t think he would do something like that but they don’t know how much of a crazy boy kai could be and what he’s possibly done to these people

and to add to that…rumors said the things he be doing, it’s all for someone’s love…and i don’t know if he brainwashed them or they just aren’t aware, but i gotta make sure they’re ok before something bad could happen to them if they do find out if they aren’t aware

w. snitching, allusion to torture and death

i wouldn't do that if i were you ~

actually, i would check in on the poor darling, but spilling your plan so carelessly.. not really. have you forgotten? we live in a town where secrets are barely concealed. skeletons aren't hidden in closets; they're tossed on the pavements.

lower your voice, leave no record of your thoguhts. for all it takes is for one loose lip to let hueningkai know what you're up to. and seeing as how you know what he's been up to, i don't believe i have to remind you of his capabilities.

and when it comes to protecting his sweetheart.. what are limits?

come send in a rumor you heard !

[voidpremonition]

GUYS

OKAY LISTEN TO ME RIGHT NOW GUYS, I HAD BEEN THINKING OF A WEIRD ISEKAI IDEA AND I WANT TO SHARE IT OR I WILL EXPLODE. Y'ALL KNOW THOSE ISEKAI WHERE THE CHARACTER IS MORE OR LESS THE VILLAIN, AND SOME OTHERS WHERE THEY WANT TO GO HOME, AND THE USUAL SELF-FULFILLING GRAND ADVENTURE ISEKAI? YEAH i WANNA COMBINE THEM, THERE'S TWO MAIN CHARACTERS, THE DARK LORD AND THE HERO, BOTH OF THEM COME FROM EARTH AND STRAIGHT UP *DIED* IN THEIR WORLDS. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THEM IS NOT ONLY THEIR ATTITUDE BUT THEIR VIEWS ON THEIR NEW WORLD, THE DARK LORD COULD HAVE BEEN SOMEONE WITH A WISH TO PUSH THEMSELVES AND BE MORE RESPONSIBLE WHILE BALANCING OUT THEIR HOBBIES, AND THEN THEY DIE AND GO TO THE STUPID YGGDRASIL WORLD OR WHATEVER AND THEY'RE IN SHOCK

ABSOLUTE TERROR, THE WORLD THEY KNOW, THE LIFE THEY HAD, GONE, THEY'RE JUST BORN IN THIS WORLD WITH THE BURNING MEMORY OF THEIR DEATH, THEY WANT TO GO BACK, DESPERATELY, THEY ACT MORE UNCARING AND WITH A LESS EMPATHETIC ATTITUDE DUE TO THEM ALWAYS KEEPING THEMSELVES TO BELIEVE THIS IS NOT REALITY, AS IF THIS IS SOME SORT OF PURGATORY OR A NIGHTMARISH COMA, THEY KILL, CONQUER, CRY AND WEEP FOR THEIR LONGING OF THEIR PAST LIFE AND FAMILY, THEIR TROOPS DECIMATE THE LAND WISHING TO APPEASE THEIR LORD, THE LORD'S RELATIONSHIPS ARE SCARCE, MEANINGLESS TO THEM, AND EVEN THE GENERIC FEMALE PAIRINGS NEVER REALLY GET TO THEM, THEY'RE ALWAYS PINING FOR SOMEONE THEY PERCEIVE AS HIGH AND POWERFUL. AND THE HERO, I THOGUHT OF THE MORE CLASICAL, UPBRINGING, KIND-HEARTED HERO WHO ALSO USED TO PLAY THOSE GAMES AND AFTER EXPERIENCEING THE NEW WORLD FIRST-HAND, THEY INSTEAD FULLY PERCEIVE THIS AS THEIR NEW REALITY WHILE STILL SOMEWHAT DOUBTING THEIR PREVIOUS MEMORIES, THE DARK LORD'S FORCES ARE TEARING THE LANDS WITH HELL AND HERO WILL *NOT* LET THAT HAPPEN, HERO AND THEIR FRIENDS START AN EPIC ADVENTURE TO AID THE WORLD IN DESPERATE TIMES AND LEARN VALUABLE LESSONS AND DEVELOP ALONG THE WAY, AND SO WE SEE DIFFERENT VIEWS OF THIS WORLD AS WE SEE THEIR PROTAGONISTS AND THEIR PERSONALITIES, THEIR COMEDIC TASTE AND WE SEE HOW EACH OF THEM KEEPS PROGRESSING WITH THEIR PERSONAL GOALS AS THEY ARE EVENTUALLY FATED TO STAND UP TO EACH OTHER, NOT KNOWING EACH OTHER WAS ALSO ISEKAI'D. AND AS THE HERO WINS AND THE LORD FALLS TO THEIR KNEES AFTER THEIR PLANS ARE FOILED, THE REPRESSED EMOTIONS SPILL AND WE SEE THE DARK LORD *CRY*, WEEP IN FRONT OF THE HEROES AND THEIR OWN SERVANTS, MOURN AND SCREAM TO THE SKY BEGGING FOR THEIR LIFE BACK, TO JUST FOR A GLIMPSE SEE THE FACE OF THEIR MOTHER, BEGGING TO ANYONE THAT THEY DON'T FORGET THEIR FAMILY AND PREVIOUS LIFE. ALSO THE STUPID DUMBASS PERVERT goddes WHO BROUGHT THEM THERE IS THE FINAL VILLAIN THAY HAVE TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF Basically an usual RPG plot with a twist villain, but the "twist" is also isekai

[aidontdraw]

Naruto abandoned Konoha.

Okay. No he didn't. He just abandoned the team that was watching over him. It's not his fault they can't keep up with a super cool ninja like himself. Not everyone could be as amazingly driven as Naruto.

What was his driving force? Sasuke Uchiha, of course.

Sasuke was, well, they never put a name on it so Naruto would say, 'friend.' He was his best friend in the whole wide world. No one could understand him the same way Sasuke did. They were two sides of the same coin or the sun and moon. Not in a cheesy way, in a cool way.

He knew his friend was around, Kiba said so. Kiba wouldn't lie. Naruto just had to find Sasuke. He bounced throguh the trees in the direction he was told. A huge thunderstorm rolled in out of no where. Naruto pulled up the hood of his poncho, he was close.

"Sasuke!" Naruto shout into the wind.

Nothing but echos returned.

It didn't deter him, Naruto ran into the heart of the storm. Lighting striking with each push forward. What he once thoguht was thunder was the loud cascading booms of destruction. Someone was definitely fighting near by.

The storm let up to a light sprinkle as Naruto landed in a clearing that was once... An Uchiha building! In the distance he saw the unmistakable marking of the Uchiha symbol carved into the only wall still standing.

Two body's lay foot to head next to eachother under a bloodied fan of war. They would never be able to reach eachother in their new forever position. It didn't matter. Rain washed away the final sin of the Uchiha Clan.

Sasuke was dead.

He killed Itachi, but he died in the process. What irony, or poetic justice, or any of the other concepts Naruto doesn't fully grasp. What he did understand was that he was too late-

"Nhnngh." Sasuke groaned.

"Sasuke!?" Naruto jumped to his side, "You're okay!? You're alive?! You're -

"You're annoying."

Naruto, in his eternal forgiveness, chose to ignore that, because "You did it! You can come home now!"

Black eyes opened to the light, this time it was Naruto's face above his own. A big stupid grin painted on his face. Sky blue eyes filled with hope and fear, about to spill over in tears.

"I can't move."

"Huh?" Naruto realized the state he was in, "That's okay! I can help you back. You're coming back, right?"

Was he coming back?

Sasuke finally fulfilled his dream of revenge, but did that mean there was still a place for him in Konoha? In the back of his mind he never thoguht he'd get this far. Itachi was miles ahead of him in skills and resources. Killing him was a dream, and dreams wernt meant to come true.

"You're coming back, right?" that time it felt like a challenge.

Maybe Sasuke could be selfish and fulfill two peoples dreams in one day, "Idiot."

Naruto understood him, because he smiled even wider. He looked around for the best way to get his best friend out of this disaster zone. Normally Sasuke would help, but he was too tired. He knew he could lay all his problems out before Naruto, and the blonde would pick them up. There was an unspoken saftey in their bond.

His beaten body was lifted up to Naurto back. They were about to embark on the 2 day journey back to whatever punishment Konoha had in mind for his betrayal.

"Wait..." he could barley push the words out of his mouth.

Naruto's heart stoped in his chest.

"His eyes."

"Huh?"

"I need his eyes."

"What?"

"I need his eyes, idiot." Sauske regained enough life to insult Naruto, which was a relief as much as it was an annoyance, "There's a container... In his pocket. I need to put his eyes there now."

"Why does he have that?"

"He was going to take my eyes."

"Really?" that didn't make sense with their previous conversation. Infact their previous conversation made even less sense. How was Itachi two places at once... Well, probably the same way Naruto was often two places at once. "I dont have to do it right?"

Hn.

"Gross!" Naruto looked the dead Uchiha in the eyes, "I don't want to!"

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As promised, Naruto brought Sasuke's broken and beaten body home.

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"Okay, but like, what crime did he commit?" Nauto folded his arms across his chest.

"He left with Orochimaru." Lady Tsunade sighed.

"Yeah, but then he killed Orochimaru... So like it cancels out or something."

"That's not how it works." Tsunade's head rested in her hand, "besides Itachi -

"Itachi was a missing-nin." Naruto said, "he was trying to kidnap me, you know, for the Akatsuki. Or did you forget, OLD lady?"

"I didn't forget." Tsunade wasn't her usual fun-loving confrontational self.

"So what's the problem?"

"He still needs to be watched, just to make sure this isn't a trick."

"Okay... So just have him on my team, and Kakashi-sensei," he saw the way they looked at him, "okay, okay, Yamato-sensei can watch over us. Ya know, like two birds, one stone type of deal?"

She mumbled under her breath, "Danzo would agree to that."

"So yes? Sasuke's back, and hes on my team," Naruto jumped in joy, "I can't wait to tell Pervy Sage!"

"About that," Tsunade's eyes looked off to the distance.

"What? Shouldn't he be back from his mission soon? He'd love to know that his students not stupid after all. Take that!"

Shizune spoke for her, "Lord Jiraiya is dead."

"What?" Naruto's recently put together world just fell apart.

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"Naruto?" Sasuke questioned a locked 4th floor apartment door.

The blonde idiot didn't visit him once since he returned to the village. He had to sit in that horible hospital with only Sakura and his replacement as company. You'd think after all the effort he exerted into bringing Sasuke back, Naruto would actually show up.

"Sasuke?" Naruto's voice sounded tired. It was 2pm and he was still sleeping in. Typical.

"Open up." he demanded.

The door finally swong open, thoguh the crack Sasuke saw the state of everything. Naruto usually kept his place messy, but not like this. This looked like a hurricane went thoguh his apartment.

"What do you want." Naruto looked like something the cat dragged out.

"What happened to you?"

"Pervy sage is dead." Naruto seemed to finally understand Sasuke's pain. Lord Jiraiya was the closest thing Naruto had to family. Something Sasuke once wanted broke his heart. Naurto should have never had to feel that.

"What happened?" he stupidly asked.

"He was killed on his last mission."

Sasuke didn't think when he said, "Do you want me to kill the guy who did it for you?"

"No." Naruto was going to have a panic attack ontop of a depressive episode, "You're not leaving the village again!"

"Relax," Sasuke had to cover with, "it was a joke."

"You're not funny."

Sasuke shrugged.

"What are you even doing here?" his voice lacked bite.

"Your late to watch duty." Sasuke knew as long as he was in the borders of Konoha, someone was watching him, still, a white lie couldn't hurt, "its your turn to make sure I don't go rouge again."

"... Fine."

Sasuke pushed into his apartment, "its a fucking mess in here."

"Well excuse me, bast-

"You're excused." Sasuke tried to keep it playful.

"Well your going to have to deal with it. I'm not cleaning up for the likes of you."

"Yes you are."

They bickered back and forth while cleaning Narutos apartment. Sasuke still knew all the right buttons to push to get a rise out of the blonde. It was almost like he never left.

Sasuke filled him in on what happened, "They shut my case. Said that killing two guys on the bingo books canceled out me leaving for a few years."

"That's a relief." Naruto shuttered at the thought, "What happened to his eyes?"

"Property of Konoha now." Sasuke shrugged, "the leader of the black opps has it or something. Said after the investigation, I might get them back. They took his body too."

It was standard procedure. They learned it back when they fraught Zabuza in the Mist. An ANBUs job was to ensure that the wrong information didn't reach their enemies. Even with out his eyes, Itachi's body was full of the wrong information.

"So, I did all that work for nothing?!"

"Looks like it." Sasuke didn't even know if he wanted his brothers eyes. Even thoguh he was compelled to retrieve them. They felt like a souvenir of the worst day of his life.

Naruto's face showed more life with annoyance, "ugghhh gross. But, everything's back to normal?"

"Kinda, I still have to report on what Orochimaru was up to. But after I finish debriefing them, it's a year of probation." this all felt like a weird dream, it shouldn't have been this easy to get everyone's forgiveness.

"A year!" honestly, Naruto was relieved.

"Yeah. I was hoping it would be long enough for you to get stronger... Maybe then we could team up again."

"You're such an asshole."

Somethings never change.

sasuke not learning the truth about itachi and the massacre feels like it should be a significant sub-genre of naruto fanfic, but instead i've been able to find two

[holyshittywritings]

Sit beside me So I notice where we touch, From the part of me that warms And put my head on your shoulder, For a semblance of love in my life For I am so cold, even in summers That a quilt I need for comfort.

[thecontinuityofawanderingmind]

you are mistaken my dear

if you think yourself

surrounded by darkness

inducing constant fear

for you are starlight

breaking through the void

not a coward struggling

in some hopeless plight

you’ve come so far my dear

to make it where you are

forging your own way

determined to persevere

your journey is not complete

you have much to see

so much yet to learn

and fear you will defeat

[laymeonvelvet]

Hunger

You want and you need and you hunger for things you know are impossible. Yet still you try, and you ask and you beg and you open your soul. Sometimes you feel greedy, and wonder if you're asking too much, if you're demanding more than your fair share.

But looking back you've never been given, you've never had more space than you deserve, and often you've had to deal with having much less.

Shrink yourself, make yourself smaller, quieter, hidden and unseen. So as it stands, what you're asking is not too much. You are not greedy. You just learned to ask for what you want in this world that does not give out anything for free. You sought out for what would make you happy and you awaited a response.

Maybe, is all you heard back. Maybe if it suits me, maybe if I can be bothered, or if I can try hard enough. Is making the effort once enough? And even then it will be half-heartedly, with no real intention in my actions. Is this what you want? What you need? What you hunger for?

No. No, not like that. It's all wrong. But you asked and you got, albeit not exactly what you asked for. So you can't ask again, you don't know how. You've never asked before and the one time you did you didn't receive what it was you wanted. So yes, you would now be greedy to ask again. They just can't give you what you need. Give up, it's done.

It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. It's not fair... Why? Why me? You ask. And indeed, why you? Why can you not have the one thing you want? And you want it so badly you cry yourself to sleep over it and think about it every day and wonder how it would be if you finally got it. Something so close to your self identity that will never be explored. Something you feel is so a part of you that you don't know if you'd be the same without it... and you will never get it the way you want. Not without hurting someone.

And you are not a violent person, and you know you couldn't hurt someone over this. But at the same time you feel the resentment rising. Your cheeks burning hot and your tears threatening to spill out and cause a tsunami. I worry you hunger so much that one day you could hurt someone for your silly desires.

[bayoubaby-ray]

"Till death do us part, and even after.." He promised, kissing her hand once the ring was on her finger. Looking down at their joined hands for a moment, Ray couldn't believe this was actually happening. Jane was a shining light in his life. A burning super nova in his galaxy.

"Jane...I don't think you believe what you have done for my life." He murmured. "...you have made me want to be a better man. When I left you, my heart was here. I should never have split from you like that, I should have taken you with me or just stayed here." Ray admitted. "You have taught me how to love better. You have taught me that no matter how old you are that you can go for your dreams and that you can always learn new things." Tears were in his eyes now, threatening to spill over at any moment. "You are it for me. I have never wanted to love or be loved by anyone else."

Hugging her close, he pressed another warm kiss to her lips before pulling away when his lungs finally burned for air. "God, I can't believe you said yes!" He cheered out. "I knew there wasn't a chance, but for a moment I thoguht you were going to say no."

god she loved him more than life itself. now that the tears had started she wasn't sure if she'd ever stop crying out of pure joy on getting to spend her life with him.

jane held on tightly to him, kissing him continuously until common sense returned to her brain and reminded her that they were out in public.

the ring was stunning, it was everything and the fact that it was part of his family meant the world to her. she smiled at him, letting him wipe the tears from her face "your grandmothers..." and there were the tears again. it meant so much to her that his grandmother not only gave her blessing but thought highly of them as a couple to gift them such an heirloom "ray, it's perfect, you're perfect. we follow suit and live a long and happy marriage" jane held out her shaking hand to allow ray to slide the ring onto her finger. "i love you"

[wordsbyaboy-blog]

He wanted in.

He wanted to know every inch of her mind.

He wanted to love all of it profusely.

She wanted to let him in.

But for some reason,

She couldn't.

So she pushed him away.

So he left.

And she cried,

Reminded of why she never let anyone in.

And he returned

With roses in his hands.

And he spoke,

"I never left and I never will."

- words.by.a.boy