#you just asked what would happen if he was confronted

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 54

(Grim likes how loose and flashy the Scarabia dorm uniforms are. He especially likes that he can put the dorm's uniform on himself despite his clumsier paws. On top of liking the Scarabia dorm-clothes, Grim is fond of the two dorm leaders, Kalim and Jamil. Jamil feeds him quite often, knowing the best way to befriend the Human is through Grim. Kalim is just a genuinely friendly and sweet soul, so Grim appreciates that and likes that Kalim is so nice to the Human.)

Warnings: multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic intentioned yanderes, hurt/comfort (don't worry, I kissed the brick before throwing it), almost everyone who has caused problems is in timeout, stressed Human, cuddles, self-isolation, empty threats, Dragon, Selkie, Harpies, various species mentioned

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"MAMA!"

Grim was quick to wrap his little paws around your neck, cuddling into you as tightly as he could manage with his small frame. It took you only a moment to realize that Grim wasn't just thrilled you were awake, he was sobbing heavily into your shoulder.

"Grim, Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"Don't leave m-me, Mama...! Please don't- don't leave me..."

"Grim, why would I ever do that?"

Grim could barely speak as he was too busy trying to get the words out while he cried. Despite asking him, you knew he was terrified from the seemingly endless amount of times you had been injured or otherwise incapacitated. He had seen almost every single injury and had been present for your subsequent illnesses following blot exposure.

It's no wonder the Kit thought you were going to die.

For better or for worse, Grim truly believed in his very being that you were his mother. A Hellcat you most certainly were not, but that didn't change the fact that he saw you in that parental role. Seeing you injured or taken down a peg by blot was upsetting on top of being a very emotionally vulnerable time for the young feline.

Even Grim didn't remember what happened to his true mother, just that he was alone from a very early age. It was very likely Grim had seen his mother taken away or killed when he was extremely young. Either his mind was not developed enough to remember the event or he had repressed the memory to protect himself. There was also the possibility that Grim was taken from his mother and experimented on, seeing as Papa Hades himself noted how unusual it was for a Hellcat to speak and walk the way Grim did.

He was ultimately just a child clinging to the only comfort he could receive in a world that took everything away from him. His wings. His true mother. His sense of safety. Everything he had was taken away by life, and returned to him- completely or partly- because of meeting you. He got his wings back. He got a mother to stand in for the one he lost. He got safety and comfort by being with you.

All the things he lost to the cruelty of a harsh and unforgiving world had been returned to him thanks to you.

"M-Mama... Mama... Mama..."

The Kit chanted your given title as he snuggled into you and whimpered. His tears were drying slowly, thanks to the relief that you were awake. Still, it tugged at your heartstrings more than you cared to admit to hear the innocent little creature self-soothing by repeatedly calling you 'Mama'.

A soft purr joined the Kit's chanting as the large snout of the Dragon gently nuzzled both you and Grim. Part of you wanted to lash out and snap at the Dragon, but you had only just managed to get his temper under control. Angering or upsetting him didn't seem ideal given how close he was to killing those around him in his rage.

You knew you would have to confront the Dragon, and do so delicately, but Grim needed you at that moment more than you needed to argue. It was more than frustrating that you always had to take the gentle road when it came to confronting the beasts about their behavior, but it kept everyone alive. There were also more than a few choice words you had for the elder Shinigami that had tried confronting Malleus without you present. Had the elder simply spoken to you and allowed you to approach the topic in a way you have repeatedly proved to work, you likely wouldn't have had to intervene so drastically.

The words Crowley called you when you first arrived echoed somewhat in your mind; Beast Tamer.

For what it was worth, he was right. You were certainly taming the beasts that hovered around you and obsessed over you. Perhaps it was your gentler approach to the tempers of the beasts. Perhaps it was your aura. Perhaps it was both.

"I promise you, Grim, I will never leave you behind."

"Never?"

"Never ever. I will do everything in my power to keep you close, okay?"

"Okay... I don't like when you do those long sleeps, Mama."

"I know. I don't like them either."

It was while you cuddled Grim that you realized more shapes were approaching. Malleus let out a low grumble, but didn't try too hard to stop the approach of the others as you realized it was all of your guards. Lilia was first to brazenly climb the Dragon to reach your side, cuddling into you with his wings wrapped around both you and Grim while he cuddled up with you.

You didn't want to cuddle the Bat. Lilia seemingly knew what Malleus had been doing through the Magestone still hung around your neck and you didn't appreciate his silence on the matter. The Bat seemed confused when you wriggled away from him, his crestfallen expression more than obvious on his deceptively youthful appearing face. This rejection made the others begin to murmur and you knew you would have to get ahead of the curve before they panicked.

"All of you, we need to have a talk right now."

"Are you sure, Little One? You just awoke from-"

"I am more than sure, Lord Hades."

The elder visibly balked at your clipped words and the different title you addressed him with. His bright yellow eyes blazing even brighter with his stress as his flame hair rippled in unease. This unease was mirrored in everyone as they all glanced around nervously and tried to hide their increasing stress.

"We are ready to listen, Puppy."

Divis nodded at you, letting you speak when you were ready. His solemn tone quieted the others as all eyes turned to you.

"In light of the innumerable Overblots and near Overblots, I have decided that I don't want to stay at Night Raven College for now. I want a week- just one week- to be able to breathe and not worry about being poached, or attacked, or consumed by blot, or surrounded by those freaky bears, or any of it. I understand I don't get to be free from poaching, not even in a Queendom that supposedly loved Humans. I am hunted day in and day out for just existing, and I am expected to tolerate it. No more. I will tolerate it no more."

You looked now at the Crow Headmage, who seemed to shrink under your cold gaze despite the fact you were not truly angry with him. His head was bowed slightly but he still met your gaze despite his unease.

"... Crowley, where else am I expected to visit according to the representatives? I feel I am due a visit and I intend to be more than a little picky when it comes to who I will allow to come with me."

"There is the Coral Kingdom to have Prince Erikír's trial-"

"Absolutely not."

"There is Sunset Savana with the Kingscholar Royal family."

You considered it for a moment, knowing that Cheka was there and the Nemean Lions would likely be keen to shelter you at all costs. It was a potential option, but you still wanted to hear where else you could go.

"The Draconias of Briar Valley are keen to have you visit. It is a Fae centered community, so perhaps not that one until Erikír and the Fae traitors have been properly dealt with. Then there is Noble Bell College in the Shaftlands. They are keen to have you visit for their Topsy-Turvy Festival as it honors Humans, but that is still a week away."

You thought about these potential places and figured there were several more that you could consider. Honestly, the Human honoring festival seemed the most interesting to you and the most relaxing for you given the way most other locations seemed to want your attendance for punishments or duties you never asked for. Still, it was at least a week until then and odds are, they would expect a Human to arrive, not a Selkie.

"... The festival sounds ideal. Until that time arrives, I would rather stay in Octavinelle with my current guards and Professor Divus. Just to decompress after everything that has happened. Maybe I'll want to stay in NRC if I can get more than a day or two to just breathe and exist without someone almost turning feral."

Divus nodded at this, but it was more than clear the others were still unsettled by your ultimatum. They wanted you to stay. They needed you to stay. Honestly, despite your threat, you also knew you needed to stay if the Ghosts were going to help you escape, but that didn't mean you weren't going to put a fire under these beasts to force them into giving you breathing room.

Your words made Riddle, Alistair, Vil, and Malleus flinch due to the fact they had directly contributed to your continued stress with their actions. Azul and the twin Eels, however, seemed thrilled by your declaration and Azul was quick to jump on the opportunity.

"Worry not, dear (Y/n)! It is our forte to help poor unfortunate souls find peace! We can absolutely accommodate you and you are welcome to use any services Octavinelle has available. I swear on my hearts that you will receive nothing less than the best of what our dorm has to offer."

~•§•~

After you had left with your four chosen attendants and Grim, the others couldn't help but flounder and panic. Malleus refused to let anyone comfort him, feeling like he had lost his chance to apologize to you for losing his temper and almost Overblotting. He needed to find a way to get you to forgive him, because allowing you to leave was simply not an option. He sat in his full Draconic form in the corner of the room with his head facing the wall, slowly whining out his mournful song.

Hades had closed himself off, wrapped in his shawl of shadows and refused to speak to anyone. Even his own descendants were struggling to get the elder to say anything to them. Your change in how you addressed him hurt more than any simple words could and he was terrified of losing access to you. He knew his own addiction drove him to seek you out and your rejection stung all the more because of his addiction.

Alistair and Riddle actually grouped up together, leaning on one another as they both lamented and mourned your less than pleased reactions to them. Trey had posted up around the two horned centaurs, ensuring that they felt safe enough to lay down and commiserate. Even Ace and Deuce were noticeably downcast next to the other hoofed species.

Vil was nigh inconsolable, fleeing to the room his father Eric had claimed and refusing to see anyone other than Eric and Rook. Both elder Harpy and Drider were keen to soothe Vil who did not want to be soothed. Even Epel had retreated to try and comfort Vil however he could despite how standoffish the Nymph typically was.

~•§•~

You lay in the warm shallow water of the heated pool in the VIP section of the Mostro Lounge, deciding to take on your Seal form and enjoy it before the temporary potion wore off. Divus had posted up next to you also in his seal form. His large head beneath your own to keep your nose out of the water and keep Grim- who was laying across your head- dry.

Meanwhile, Azul was buzzing in excitement at the idea of you staying in Octavinelle for more than a few hours each day. Just your scent alone had brought in countless new customers who wanted a simple glance towards you. Some even attempted to buy their way into the VIP section, yet were turned away by the twin Eels who took guarding you quite seriously.

You were happy to have time without the constant presence of the Dragon, even considering removing the Magestone from your collar. Ultimately, you decided against it as it could potentially trigger Malleus into a complete meltdown. Part of you felt somewhat sorry for the isolated Dragon after seeing years of loneliness culminating into the Dragon who feared isolation above all else. Another part of you knew you needed the distance from him, lest he believe he was correct in almost Overblotting.

Though the distance did make it harder for you to fully uncover the truth as to what the Magestone did, you certainly needed to decompress. What you had gone through was extensive and upsetting, feeling the remaining blot churning in your body like an illness seeking to surface. At least you were able to rest and cuddle the two you trusted most at that moment.

Grim was not addicted to you the same way the others were, so his affection for you was genuine. Though Divus was addicted, he was always on your side and seeking your comfort instead of his own gain by being around you. Both were comforts to you and made you feel at peace given the events you had just struggled through.

All you were focused on was how nice the warm water felt and how good it was to cuddle the only two you felt you could trust. Perhaps Divus was the ideal choice for a father if you had to choose among them. Trein was also wonderful, but Divus had been present for more pressing situations and always protected you first.

At least now you had a few days to rest, provided nothing else demanded your attention. You could put your plan into motion later to get the information you wanted out of the others. Odds are, your attempt at temporary isolation will drive the others to seek you out or drive them to answer any questions you had.

If they were going to try and chase you like a group of sharks, you would ensure that they would have to work for it.

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unsaid (part 4-finale)

4.2

note: OMGGG! FINAL PARTTT!!! thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, liking, and commenting on all previous parts of unsaid – the love is overwhelming! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧ this was a labor of love so i hope you enjoy! lowkey don't love the ending but whatever hahahaha. please talk to me and let me know what else you wanna see!! sending you all a big smooch ᵔદᵔ

pairing: bsf!rafe x bsf!y/n

summary: rafe's struggling and y/n finally works up the nerve to confront her feelings.

warnings: this is 18+. alcohol and drug use mentioned.

Midsummers. 

The most boring event of the summer, filled with old rich guys and their younger wives and the most annoyingly privileged kooks your age, all coming together to network and celebrate the summer with extravagant outfits. A party that you would usually make the best of by ditching your parents and going off with all your friends to sneak drinks and shit on all the people who take it seriously. 

But this year, it was different. You had texted Rafe, called him, and even shown up at his house, only to be turned away by Rose, Ward, Sarah, and even Wheezie, telling you that Rafe either wasn’t home or he was busy. It had been almost two weeks since he came to your house in the middle of the night, leaving you with more questions than answers. 

You regretted putting so much distance between the two of you and ignoring Rafe because now it was being thrown back in your face. It hurt to not see or talk to him while you were the one texting back with excuses, but it hurt even worse when you were on the other end of the stick. He was flat-out acting like you didn’t exist. 

You knew that you should’ve just sucked it up and acted like everything was normal because now it was all falling apart, and it was your fault. You were the one that hurt him. All he did was give it back, which you should’ve expected. 

After he left, you had laid awake for hours, going through everything that had happened since the party. Did he actually remember what he said? He asked why you were avoiding him, and if he remembered, then surely he would have some idea of why you had pulled away from him, right? You went in circles, going back through everything that happened under the assumption that he either did or didn’t remember his confession at Kelce’s party, and nothing made sense either way. 

Sure, Rafe was avoidant of most things, but anytime you did anything to piss him off or hurt him, he would always be sure to make you aware of exactly what you did. But now, he wasn’t even speaking to you anymore, and the weight on your chest felt heavier every day. 

Now, you’re looking at yourself in the mirror. All done up with a green silk floor-length gown that's been catching at your heels every time you try to walk around your room. The flower crown on your head is heavy, and the necklace Rafe got you for your 16th birthday sits right above the neckline of your dress. 

“Honey!” 

“We’ve gotta go!” 

You look towards the door at the sound of your parent’s voices and take a deep breath, grabbing your bag that you had stuffed with shooters and a couple of joints. You toss it over your shoulder and grip the railing as you walk down the stairs to meet your parents. 

The drive to the Island Club was filled with lectures about being polite, not causing trouble, and honoring your family’s name. As soon as you step out of the car and into the building, you’re met with the sight of the familiar floral decorations the club did for Midsummers. Waiters scramble around, bringing drinks and hors d’oeurves to the patrons, dressed up in garish suits and dresses like they owned the place. 

You follow your parents through the party, greeting the people they want you to meet, smiling, and nodding until your neck feels sore. Your eyes dart over the room, and you spot Kelce talking to a couple of other friends outside. You excuse yourself from your parents, and they reluctantly let you go. You hurry through the halls, slipping by waiters and kooks, holding your dress up, attempting not to fall. 

You go outside onto the wraparound porch, where a band plays some beachy music on the green. People are dancing and ordering drinks, and you look around again, losing your view of Kelce when you finally make your way through the doors. You spot him again and sigh in relief, wobbling towards him on your heels. 

“Hey.” You smile weakly, dropping your grip on your dress. 

He turns at the sound of your voice and grins. “Yo, when’d you get here?' He asks, pulling you into a side hug that you return. 

“Like an hour ago, I had to make my rounds.” You sigh.

Kelce nods, knowing exactly how it feels. “You finally escaped?” 

“Barely,” You mumble and pull your purse in front of you, rummaging through the contents. “I brought shooters.” 

He laughs and pats you on the back. “Fuck, yeah. Here, I’ll block you.” 

He stands in front of you, his back turned as you hide by the wall, pulling a Fireball shooter out of your purse and downing it in seconds. As you swallow, you wince and put the cap back on, stuffing the empty bottle back in your purse. 

“Okay.” You say, and you hear applause as Kelce steps to the side. 

You see Ward first, walking outside with Rose wrapped around him, waving at everyone. He was being coronated as  ‘Guardian of Knights of the Rhododendron’ tonight; how could you forget? You watch as the Camerons make their way down the porch steps, greeting everyone, and your eyes immediately find Rafe. 

He’s wearing a light blue suit tailored to perfection and topped off with a bowtie. His hair is slicked back, and you swallow the remnants of the shot you just took as you watch him follow his father around. He looks great to anyone else, but you can see the dark circles around his eyes as he shakes hands with the people around him. Did you cause that? The lack of sleep that was so evident on his face, the weariness he seemed to mask as he made small talk?

“Have you talked to him?” 

You’re snapped back into reality as Kelce speaks, and you shake your head. 

“Uh, no. Have you?” You try to ask casually. 

He shakes his head, frowning. “Barely, he’s been MIA the past few weeks.”

You grimace at his words and sigh, running a sweaty hand over your dress. “He hasn’t talked to me at all.” You admit. 

You honestly couldn’t bother to care anymore about Kelce knowing about your feelings for Rafe. After the day at the country club, you knew he knew.

“Really?” His eyes widen as he tilts his head. “Why?”

You scoff. “Fuck if I know.” 

Your eyes find Rafe again, and he’s still mingling. God, he looks exhausted. A wave of guilt washes over you as you watch him. He told you he needed you, and you just avoided him like what he said didn’t matter. You feel uncomfortable in your own skin as your mind races. How could you have let it get this far? Your own fears held you back from confronting him, and now the two of you hadn’t spoken in weeks, all because you couldn’t just suck it up? You suddenly feel sick, and your hands grip your purse strap. 

“I need to…use the bathroom.” You manage to get out, and Kelce’s face morphs into confusion as you rush away, back inside the club and towards the stairs. You climb over the velvet rope, blocking off the stairs to deter people from wandering and hurry down into the women’s locker room. As expected, it was empty, and you shut the stall door as you sit on the toilet seat cover, your head in your hands. 

It all seems so stupid now to have been avoiding him, ignoring him because of what he said. You were scared that you couldn’t be enough for him, couldn't be what he needs, but all of that was washed away as your true fears came to fruition. 

He didn’t want to talk to you anymore; he didn’t want to be your friend anymore, be in your life anymore. This was real. It wasn’t your anxiety making things up, telling you that you weren’t good enough for him. It was actually happening, and you didn’t do anything to stop it. 

You should’ve just asked him what he meant. Taken the jump and see where you landed. You should’ve run after him that night he left your house, demanded answers, and given your own. You should’ve just been honest.

“Fuck.” You mumble as you tear off some toilet paper and blow your nose. 

You toss it into the trash, open your purse, and take another shot. Partially for luck and partially for strength. You just needed to talk to him. 

You put the empty bottle back in your purse as you wince and walk out of the stall. You stare at yourself in the mirror, flushed cheeks and a tear-streaked face staring back at you as you wash your hands. You take some paper towels and clean yourself up. 

“You’ve got this.” You say to yourself and make your way back up the stairs, climbing over the velvet rope and heading back outside. As you make your way through the crowd dancing, looking for him, you bump into someone. 

“Sorry-” You start, and as you look up, you meet his eyes. 

You do not have this.

Rafe looks down at you as the two of you stand still, everyone moving around you. 

He takes a step back, and you can’t bring yourself to move. 

His heart races as he realizes you were the one that bumped into him. No amount of alcohol could’ve prepared him for this, and the couple of shots he snuck in earlier before his family left for Midsummers did nothing. He felt dead sober as he locked eyes with you. 

He takes another step back, not ready to face whatever would come when you spoke. That’s why he had been avoiding you for so long. What was he going to say? How could he even explain himself?

“Rafe.” You breathe out.

His jaw clenches as you speak, and his heart drops to his stomach at the sound of your voice. He feels like crying as he looks you over. He missed you over the past two weeks more than he ever thought it was possible to miss another person. He was so scared of how deep his feelings went for you that seeing you right now? It was terrifying. 

Suddenly, Topper is grabbing his shoulder and turning Rafe to face him. “Dude, your Dad is trying to find you.” He says lowly.

Rafe’s chest bubbles in both relief that he doesn’t have to face you and anxiety about being around his father. 

“Thanks, man.” He claps Topper on the shoulder and doesn’t spare you another look back as he makes his way to the porch where Ward is. Like he didn’t even see you. 

Your mouth opens slightly as he just…walks away, and your heart feels heavier than it ever has before. You’re putting your hand on your chest as Topper turns to face you. 

“Hey, oh—woah, are you okay?” He asks, stepping closer. 

You look up at him and nod. “Mhm.” You keep nodding like your lungs aren’t folding in on themselves. 

He places a hand on your arm. “You don’t…you don’t look okay.” Topper’s brows furrow in concern. 

“I’m fine.” You mutter, shrugging his hand off you and pushing past him and out of the crowd. The sun was almost below the horizon as you walked as fast as you could in your heels towards the nearby garden, looking for the bench you would typically smoke on during past Midsummers. 

It’s surrounded by hedges and bushes of flowers, and you stumble as you sit down, setting your purse next to you. You struggle to pull off your heels in your haze, but you��re desperate for some kind of relief. Anything to make you feel some semblance of normal. It doesn’t help. You bring your knees up to your chest as you close your eyes, attempting to calm down. 

———

Rafe is at his father’s side, getting introduced as a future employee of Cameron Development to some of the other top real-estate moguls in the area. He laughs when he needs to and tries to pay attention, but his eyes drift to where he last saw you. 

He can’t spot you in the crowd anymore, and he’s forced to focus on the men in front of him. 

“I’m hopin’ Rafe here is going to be my successor when I feel like retiring.” Ward grins, clapping his son on his shoulder, shaking him a bit. 

Rafe forces a smile and nods. “If he ever retires.” He tries to make it a joke, and the other men laugh lightly, but as Ward squeezes his shoulder, he knows he made a mistake. 

“Step it up.” Ward hisses into his ear, and Rafe straightens out his back. His chest squeezes at the feeling of inadequacy that rushes through him. If he can’t be good enough for his own father, his family, how could he ever be good enough for you? 

Then he remembers he’s not. He’s not good enough for you, and he never will be. That’s why you avoided him; that’s why he, in turn, is avoiding you. He’s unfixable, incurable. A person made up of mismatched puzzle pieces stuck together with scotch tape. And the one person who made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he could finally put the pieces together wants nothing to do with him. 

He feels numb as he continues to chat with the businessmen and his father, eventually being dismissed after what feels like hours. He heads to the bathroom and rinses his face, looking at himself in the mirror. He knew the last few weeks of not speaking to you took a toll on him, but in the harsh lighting of the Island Club bathroom, he was able to see just how much damage it had done. His dark circles are prominent, and his eyes droop in exhaustion. 

He shakes his head. He needs to pull it together, be a man, and fix his shit. He pats his face with a paper towel and heads back outside. He tried to find you again, just so he knows where not to go, but he still doesn’t see you, and while his heart aches, he feels the tiniest bit of relief. 

———

You’ve been on the bench for an hour. 

You know this because the sun typically sets around 8, and as you look at your phone through your blurry vision, it’s a little after 9. Midsummer’s is still going, although the noise has lessened. Your parents had texted you, telling you they were heading home, not bothering to call. 

You sigh and look up at the stars in the sky, wiping your face of the tears you had shed earlier during your nervous breakdown. You feel like shit. Pure and utter shit. Like someone had just stepped on you and then decided that wasn’t good enough, so they kicked you as well. 

Your body is aching from the tension it’s held over the past hour and, honestly, the past few weeks ever since Kelce’s first party. The party. The one that changed everything. 

You sniffle and rub your ankle, raw from wearing your heels all night. You wish you just felt physical pain. You think it would be easier than the emotional pain you’ve been dealing with. Easier than thinking about Rafe. 

You’ve been trying to pinpoint the exact moment things went from bad to worse, and you’re pretty sure it’s when he came to your house, and you refused to tell him the truth about why you’ve been so distant with him. 

You sigh and stand, your heels dangling in one hand and your other holding your purse. You make your way through the garden, heading towards the beach. Your bare feet dig into the sand, and you look back towards the Island Club. 

The crowd on the green has dispersed, and the band is no longer playing. There are only a few figures on the porch, and you assume that every other attendee is inside, still making rounds and talking aimlessly about things that aren’t important. 

You turn back towards the ocean, which looks navy blue in the moonlight, and keep heading further down the beach. You sit down by a sand dune and look at the water for a while. You need to talk to Rafe. Even if it takes begging for him to listen, you just need to be honest. 

You dig in your purse for the joints you had packed earlier, but then you hear it. 

His laugh is so distinct you would be able to find him in a crowd, and you look up to your left to see Rafe, Kelce, and Topper walking on the beach a ways away.  Topper's chugging some sort of alcohol straight out of the bottle as they walk along the shore. Their voices travel to you, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You keep your eyes on them as you grab your purse and heels and stand, walking towards them. 

You’re determined to talk to Rafe, and while your heart races out of nervousness and anxiety, you know this is what you have to do. 

“Rafe!” You call as you get closer, and you see all three boys turn towards you. As their faces come into view, Topper looks clueless, Kelce grins a bit, and Rafe’s expression is unreadable. You jog up the rest of the way, now right in front of him. 

He looks down at the ground, and you frown. 

“Can we talk?” You ask, your heart beating out of your chest. 

He doesn’t respond. Just looks back up at you, his expression almost pained. 

“Please?” You say, your voice desperate. 

The last thing he wants to do is talk to you. In all honesty, he would rather just drink until he forgot you existed, but the crack in your voice and the way you’re fidgeting with your heels in your hands makes him lose all restraint.

“Okay.” He mumbles and walks past you, away from Topper and Kelce, and further down the shore. You turn and follow him, leaving Kelce and Topper behind. 

He hears your footsteps behind him, but he keeps walking until he’s sure the two of you are far enough away for anyone to hear. 

When he stops, you do as well, and he sighs before turning to face you. 

“What?” He asks, his voice clipped. 

He watches you frown, and for a moment, he thinks he should’ve been more gentle. But he needs to stay mad at you because he’s afraid of what he might say if he doesn't. 

“How-how have you been?” You say softly, and his heart clenches at the tone of your voice. 

“Fine.” He responds shortly. 

Rafe watches as you take a deep breath, almost like you’re preparing for something, and suddenly he’s nervous. He watches you wearily as you set your things down in the sand before standing back up to look at him. 

“Listen, I know you’re upset with me, okay? And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being weird, and I’m sorry for being distant.”

His breath catches at your words. He didn’t expect you to come and apologize; if anything, he thought you would chew him out for ignoring you or just straight up tell him that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. 

He swallows, the air feeling heavy.

“Okay.” He manages to say. 

He knows you want to hear more from him based on how you cross your arms and look at him like that. Like you’re disappointed. But he can’t bring himself to say more. 

You sigh and run a hand over your face, and it’s then that he notices how your eyes are red and swollen, and the makeup you had on earlier has been washed away by tear streaks. He shifts on his feet, knowing that it was probably him who made you cry. All he ever does is ruin things. 

You lick your lips and urge yourself to keep talking. “At the party, um, Kelce’s party, you told me that-that you neededme-that you always need me, and—do you remember that?” You interrupt yourself, needing to know. 

Rafe’s heart stopped when you mentioned the party, but he’s able to nod his head once. A silent confirmation of what he wished he couldn’t remember. 

You swallow at his action and your mind races. Now that you knew for a fact he remembered, suddenly everything was painted in a different light. 

“I just…I didn’t—fuck,” You laugh humorlessly, unable to get the words out. “I was afraid that I couldn’t be that for you. I couldn’t be what you need.”

Rafe’s lips twitch into a slight frown at your words before he schools his face back into something neutral. “Why?” He asks gruffly.

You close your eyes for a moment, trying to gather yourself, but as you look back at him, everything comes tumbling out. “B-because I haven’t even been honest with you, for-for the past couple months—I’m in love with you, Rafe, and I couldn’t even tell you, and I just thought, how can I be there for you when I can’t even be fully honest with you or myself…”

The rest of what you're saying falls on deaf ears when Rafe hears those five words. I’m in love with you. His heart is pounding, and it feels hard to breathe as he watches your lips move, but he can’t hear a thing. 

You’re in love with him? What the hell was he supposed to do with that? Tell you he felt the same way? He did, of course he did, but he couldn’t be what you needed. He was too messed up, an emotional wreck. There was no way you could possibly love him. 

But…what if you did? 

It’s then he realizes you’ve stopped talking, and you’re staring at him now, waiting for something, anything. 

“Y-you’re in love with me?” He chokes out. 

You nod. “Yeah. I-I’m in love with you, Rafe. I love you.” Your voice is shaky but resolute.

"That's not—no, you don't." Rafe shakes his head, stepping back. 

Your heart tightens at his words. 

"I do." You mumble. 

He lets out a humorless laugh and runs his hand through his hair. "No-no, you can't, alright?"

"What?" You frown, your anxiety now being replaced by confusion. 

"You can't." He says, and he looks like he doesn't want to keep talking, but he continues. "I'm not, I'm not that guy." 

You shake your head. You knew about his insecurities and his troubles, and maybe this was what you were also afraid of. Not that he doesn't love you back, but that he feels like he doesn't deserve to be loved. 

Your eyes well up with tears as you look at him, and he looks just as close to crying as you are. 

"That's not true, Rafe," You say quietly. "I love you. I'm serious." 

He falters for a moment. It makes sense; why you avoided him. But he needs the reassurance. 

His face twists as he runs his hands through his hair again. "No, you just-you just wanted to fix me, and when you realized that I'm a lost cause, you stopped trying-"

You cut him off before he can even finish what he's saying. 

"W-what the fuck?" You frown, your voice getting louder. "No. Absolutely not. You're not some-some case that I'm trying to solve or fix, Rafe. You're my best friend. I avoided you because I didn't know how to deal with my feelings, I—why would you even think that?"

It's then that you feel hot tears running down your cheeks. That's what he thought? This whole time, he thought you were just playing with him like some kind of toy you could put back together?

He swallows at your words, and while his mind is running a million miles a minute, processing it all and still trying to convince him he's not good enough for you, seeing you so upset just breaks him. 

His bottom lip trembles as he looks at you, and it’s then that he realizes you’re not bullshitting him, you're being honest, and everything that held him back before doesn’t matter anymore. 

Before he or you know what’s happening, he’s taking a step towards you and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. 

Your eyes widen in shock before you allow yourself to melt into it. Melt into him. 

He pulls away after a few seconds, both of you breathless and equally surprised by his actions. 

“I l-" He cuts himself off and shakes his head like it'll help get his words out. "I love you too—I’m in love with you too.” He says, his hands still on your cheeks. 

“Yeah?” You manage to ask. 

“Yeah.” He nods, a small smile working its way on his face.

You smile, too, and look up at him. “So we’re good?” You ask. 

He nods vehemently and leans forward, pecking your lips once more. 

“We’re good.” He murmurs, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.

And as his thumb brushes against your cheek, wiping away your tears, you wish you told him how you felt ages ago, but you push the thought away. It doesn’t matter anymore. 

All that matters is him. 

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[punksyeet]

- I Hate You, I Love You ❥

Plot: “Will I ever be happy again?”

Warning: Mature language, toxicity, heartbreak, & angst!

a/n: for some reason, i’ve been super motivated to write jimmy lately. this doesn’t happen a lot, so i’m taking advantage of it while it lasts. this is sad and super short, but i promise there will be a much longer part two. this is kinda just the backstory….if that makes sense??? enjoy. 🤍

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May 29th, 2025.

Exactly a year ago today, I felt the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I got cheated on by the one man that I loved the most in this world: Jonathan Fatu.

You’d think that a guy at his big age would be loyal by the time your three year anniversary rolls around, but nope.

Just hours after he kissed me goodbye and drove off to do a house show here in Florida, I got a text.

And, as you can probably guess, it was a photo.

A photo of the man I loved making out with some weak, zero-pop having bitch from NXT.

When I tell you my heart shattered.

And when I confronted him about it? He turned into an entirely new person. Someone I’ve never met before. And sure as hell not the man I loved and gave my heart to.

Just bullshit lie after bullshit lie.

“What the fuck you goin’ on about?”

“Baby, that wasn’t me. You forgettin’ I have a twin?”

“Ion even know her like that.”

“I ain’t got time to be kissin’ on some damn NXT hoe.”

And when I called him out on said bullshit lies?

“Nah, you trippin’ girl.”

“You ain’t gotta believe me. Ion give a fuck.”

“I’m leavin’ this damn house. Fuck her and you.”

And he did.

He never came back.

Since the minute that door closed, I haven’t been the same.

No more weekend partying with my girlfriends, who haven’t reached out in months due to me never answering my phone.

No more wrestling shows, which I found a ton of joy in while watching my ex compete in and dominate the tag division with his brother Josh.

I haven’t even shown up to my job which, coincidentally, is a photographer for WWE that he got me.

To sum it up, life has been absolute hell since he walked out of my front door. Of our front door.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but my stupid ass misses him. A lot.

Behind the toxicity, there was love. Real, genuine love.

Surprise and “just because” dinner dates.

Flower bouquets being either sent or brought home to me every night because he “appreciated my support always”.

Late night discussions - both in person and over the phone - about getting married and growing old together.

Making love to me whenever he saw me after days of being apart. Not just sex. Making love.

And now? Nothing.

It feels like the world around me is just dull.

And without him it’ll never go back to normal.

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** Jon’s POV **

“Uce, you alright?” my twin Josh asks, fixing his hair with a spray bottle in the mirror of our locker room.

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand down my face and resting my elbows on my knees. “Yeah. I’m alright, man.”

“No you ain’t,” he replies, taking a seat next to me on our sofa. “You missin’ her again, huh?”

Why do I even bother lying to this fool?

He knows me better than anyone.

When I don’t answer, he continues.

“Why don’t you go see her after the show? Just one more time? One last time to try and make shit right?”

I chew on my bottom lip, thinking for a minute.

Today marks a year since the worst mistake of my life.

The day I betrayed my lady.

The one woman that cared about me and showed me genuine love in this entire fucked up world.

She was my everything. And I was hers.

Up until a couple months ago, when I finally read the room and realized she wanted nothing to do with me, I been acting a fool.

Endless texts, calls, random bouquets to her house, hell even emails.

Nothing.

And I don’t blame her.

Maybe Josh is right.

I need to try. Just one last time.

I nod, slowly. “I’ll try, uce.”

He claps me on the back and leaves our room, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a deep sigh before getting up and heading over to the mirror to get ready for our match.

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“Hey mom,” I say, placing my phone down against a candle on my kitchen island.

“Hey baby doll. How are you doing?”

I sigh, shrugging slightly. “I’m alive.”

She gives me an empathetic smile. “Damn right you are. And I’m proud of you, honey.”

When I show no reaction, she continues.

“I know this is a rough day for you, and this might not be what you want to hear…”

I take a deep breath, one that she can’t hear.

“But sweetie, you need to move on. If that man loved you, he would’ve never done what he did. And you know it.”

My nostrils flare and I blink back a singular tear.

“Honey?”

I shake my head, tucking my lips in.

I can’t have this talk with her. Not now. Not today.

“I have to go, mom.”

“Gia-“

The sound of a FaceTime call hanging up echoes throughout my kitchen.

And shortly after, I break down.

With all the force in the world, I swing at a glass filled with water and it flies across the room, eventually smashing against the refrigerator and to the floor.

Why the fuck did he have to hurt me this way?

I’ve only ever shown him love. What did I do to deserve this?

Back against the wall, I slide down and tuck my face into my knees.

Will I ever be happy again?

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[minijenn]

Universe Falls Chapter 23: Into the Bunker

Story Summary: What would happen if the Crystal Gems had settled down in a place other than Beach City, a little backwoods town just west of weird…? What if, upon coming to Gravity Falls for the summer, Dipper and Mabel were to befriend Steven and Connie? What kind of magical, mysterious adventures would they have? And, how would they fare against the combined threats of merciless Homeworld Gems and a certain triangular demon?

Find out what happens when Magic and Mystery meet in Universe Falls...

Chapter Summary: A journey to the author's hidden underground bunker reveals some unsettlng secrets, while forcing Amethyst to confront her insecurities. “Sniffling Croissant!” Steven grinned at the results of the Crying Breakfast Friends personality quiz he’d just finished. “You really know me, internet.” He looked up from his phone, to where Pearl and Stan were hard at work helping Greg fix his van. “Hey, guys!” Greg glanced back, wiping the sweat from his brow–while unknowingly smearing oil across his forehead in the process. “Yeah, Steven?”  “You should all take this online quiz I found,” Steven held up his phone so they could see. “It tells you what character you are from Crying Breakfast Friends !” “Crying Breakfast-” Stan cut himself off, completely confused. “Kid, what the heck are you talking about?” “Oh, it’s a great cartoon with a huge cast of really interesting, relatable characters!” Steven explained, smiling. “And every single one of them is a result you can get in this quiz! Like I said, you should totally take it!” “Uh… why?” Pearl asked. Click the link to read more; all comments are appreciated!

[journey-to-the-attic]

I'm a real sucker for the trope of "character who is dying calls feverishly for their mom" and all its variations and I was thinking like... what if something similar happened in the Ik getting nightbrought timeline. What if early on she gets injured while they confront Cerberus and she calls for Mammon while she's bleeding out. What if she calls for Lucifer when she gets cursed in the reaper's cave and starts literally dying. Just... all the feelings it would induce. (Especially for Lucifer who was literally attacking her like ten minutes prior.)

oh dear god are you trying to KILL me?? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT???? well fine i guess i'll twist the knife a bit more because their responses are already becoming vivid in my head

i reckon they'd have completely opposite responses, where mammon immediately calls back and is practically shoving his brothers out of the way to comfort her; he doesn't question it in the moment, he just has a completely instinctive response of kid needs me so i need to be there

whereas lucifer freezes up and just stares with the most haunted look on his face because 1. it reminds him of certain scenes from the celesial war, 2. he doesn't understand the immediate and visceral emotional response he's just had, and 3. as you said, he was literally just trying to kill her already

for mammon this just becomes a turning point wherein he's noticeably warmer with ik afterwards, and he doesn't really bring it up afterwards either - i think he's just like "wow... didn't realise the kid looked up to me like that! well i've gotta be the cool big brother now :D"

but for lucifer it's a point of self-conflict until, like.... the season finale, where he has his own mental breakdown, which is when he finally asks ik why the hell she did that. to which ik freezes up and looks at him like a deer in headlights because she doesn't actually remember having done so, which lowkey makes it WORSE for lucifer because it cements the fact that she did it unconsciously and just.... why

[dickgraysonmybeloved]

NEW CHAPTER OF DUKE VS JASON TUMBLR BEEF FIC; THIS CHAPTER DUKE TALKS TO JASON TO GET HIS URL…. MAYBE HE GETS SHOT U DON'T KNOW AS U HAVEN'T READ IT YET!

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Duke confronts Jason in a totally normal and safe way

Basically Duke has a Tumblr, he learns Jason has a Tumblr, he proceeds to ruin Jason's entire time on Tumblr by bullying him, sibling stuff you know? "To be fair to Duke, it was entirely unfair for him to be awake at three in the morning when he had the day shift. Normally at this hour, he would be hunkered down in bed, blissfully unaware of the idiocy happening just a few floors below him. Maybe watching a random show from one of the seemingly hundreds of subscription services Bruce paid for. That is what he should be doing now. That is what he would like to be doing now" ------ Inspired by the amazing art of @ashoss on Tumblr who made art of this first chapter, and naturally I just had to make a fic about it… that took nearly 3 months to be finished but shhh I'm going to do more don't worry

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[traiaadd156]

No because damian would 100% use his pretty privilege AND you cannot convince me otherwise!

But with unhinged/yandere reader(just a teaser since no one wants reader to be a little crazy😔)

Warnings!; cringe dialog, reader a lil spicy(crazy) and her being a bit of a fan girl. And prettyboy! Damian wayne. Reader might be a cannibal!, stalking/observing, reader also a vamp!meta, and LOTS of eye contact(in a nonthreatening way) 👁️_👁️ 💗✨💯💯

And tell me if I missed anything on the warnings but enjoy(⁠^⁠^⁠)✨

Trust me that he is observant, he isnt oblivious just because he ignores it. But he doesnt relish it like most, but he does enjoy the attention when it comes to you. Yes he is flattered whenever you stare unblinkingly at him(even if he finds it creepy at times especially at night). He rather thinks of reader as an owl because of how unblinking you were at times, but its rather an endearment than insult.

He LOVES praise even if he wouldnt admit it out, you probably are the only fan girl he truly likes. Even if your both his girlfriend, stalker, his partner, his soon to be wife(not optional) and crime fighting buddy. Since there is no way your man is going out without you, not because your concerned he'd die(even if you do), because what if someone else has him? Everyone always wants to bite a bit of him. even you at times, maybe its just because of your power to practically copy powers by eating a bit of DNA(get your mind out of the gutter not THAT type!)

He finds it a bit concerning sometimes, since he also wants to learn everything about you just like what you did to him he did a bit of research. Randomally giving you food making you confused, of course in your head he was being rather thoughtful, none the less you ate it because your a black hole who could suck in everything just for it to become fuel.

And so he observes, since he wonders if your diet since he knows you cant always sustain yourself with metas or humans. And you did eat like a normal person, just with a faster metabolism but the down side is your hyper always moving and bouncing around whether its your hips swaying gently and then bucking to the side or how your index nail always rub on your thumb.

Small things he noticed, but what is a pretty boy without a weird little stalker? It isnt that you stare at him for a weird reason but it was always out of tenderness. His tender skin easy to rip apart like candy floss, the way the sharpness of his cheek always glides so smoothly whenever you brush a hair off his face. Because you did sometimes just break into his room at times (since he'd let you) maybe he just given up on it when he realized you wouldnt stop. Cons of being your boyfriend!

He realized early on that woman and guys tend to avoid him already but not the reason he might think(even if he is already isolated by everyone since he is considered "arrogant" or "rude") but by the fine gifts of miracles whenever someone did talk to him they would either disappeared or start avoiding him.

There is always and I am certain about the fact that damian knows he is being watched even if he is "alone", he could feel your eyes looking at the back of his head whenever you made breakfast for him but you were gone. He assumes that you might be an assassin or hired an assassin, but when confronted you didnt have anyone really following him since there were cameras everywhere(which is a relief?)

He doesnt need to say anything till you have to do something for him without him asking, he is starting to suspect you might be able to read his mind since you could take other mutants abilities so it wouldnt be far from what he thinks.

And the biting, yes that happens too, if his pain tolerance wasnt here and all the training of the league or robin didnt numb him enough he would have actually thought you were trying to eat him; always nipping his neck, gently but playfully biting his fingers and deep bite wounds that last days.

Yes his clothes do get stolen to be put in your weird collection for him; his shirt, hoodie, his collonge he supposedly "lost".

Random feelings of someone watching him whilst he showered thats why he stopped taking warm/hot showers since you could easily hide within there and there are a LOT of hiding spots in the manor.

It follows him everywhere but he realized your harmless(you arent) since your usually far off and just watching and looming over him as any good girlfriend does(⁠^⁠^⁠)

Pro's!(Since I have a lot to yap abt😚)

Affection and lots and lots of it, dont get him wrong he enjoys whenever you just snuggle up to him whenever your tired and exhausted from school work or vigilante work, and how your body becomes this weird flexible material but still whole, twisting your body to be in a more comfortable situation

You were the first everything he had, he is suspiciously curious why you knew so much about him in the beginning. At first he thought it was another assassin from the league to bring him back, and if not a rather pushy classmate who seems to always want to be around him.

Though first starting the relationship your rather paranoid since he hadnt told you he was robin yet, you swore to rip apart any bully that was doing it in school, or a grown man fist fighting with you.

But the thing about you is that your soft, manipulatively so but he can see it in your eyes you just care for him too much.(was it wrong he found your protectiveness endearing? How this short angry girl worried about her boyfriend?) Of course he isnt stupid to let you go, you'd do anything for him and he knew it. Maybe its what he likes about you; the loyalty, sacrifice and killings you'd do for him. The league and talia raised him after all.

But as the further the relationship went you softened, not because you killed all the women and men in the world that you'd feel comfortable letting him even do the most basic of tasks.

Its because he knew and accepted that you will be weird and crazy, he might never understand you but he could love you just as much. Because no other girl would tolerate him so much, he believed that your going to be the one. One day at least but he isnt routing for it, or does. Pretty but crazy but at the same time loyal, he was a rather jealous person himself. It wouldnt be right to say the relationship was solely one sided.

The scary thing is how emotionally intelligent you were, your gestures never needed to be grand like his. But because you accepted him. Not the curated version but him, sure you stalked and broke into his house many times and laced his eye with a tracking device without him knowing but at least you would have known the things they do and the reasoning for it.

He didnt feel like a monster who killed thousands, maybe its that, that it hard to let go for even his sake.

He will be very surprised if you could paint, sculpt, sketch and play an instrument just so you both could have something in common.

Its kind of sweet how the two of you are perfect for each other, in their own twisted way. From the outside you're considered a perfect couple; he was cold but seemingly only soft for you, you had morals and loyalties that never had to be tied down to him. Besides even if your everything is revolved around him you had other things to worry about.

This one was kinda short but I hoped u like it>⁠.⁠<

[genesis-wolfie3]

MY BYLER PROOFS/PREDICTIONS IN ST FOR SEASON 5

noah schnapp liked a lovers lake gate TikTok, we got protective Mike in s5, the duffer brothers said to watch season 2 before watching s5, Finn wolfhard said in an interview about the van scene from s4 asking what the hardest scene for him was. he said "deficiently the ones in the van. I was like 'how in the world do you not see right in front of you? how do you not notice that?[will's feelings]' I asked the duffers and they said 'don't worry, it'll pay off in the end'" - Finn wolfhard

The duffers also said that Mike and Will are a key duo this season YET DIDNT PUT ANY SCENES OF THEM IN THE TEASER FOR A REASON, Both Mike and Will's hair is wet in the st5 bts as well as the teaser, I think they might have a rain scene parallel to season 3 rain scene (maybe with a kiss hopefully I would actually die to see a rain kiss),

Both Mike and WIll are both wearing blue and yellow for as some of their outfits in scenes tgther from BTS, but they also have red in their outfits too (maybe symbolizing love? or the upside down/them both getting vecna'd??)

something I loved was in the BTS pics/vids the scene in the barn with Joyce from the teaser also had Mike in it but that wasn't in the shot but it was in BTS. SO ROBIN, WILL, MIKE, JOYCE, ERICA, and the boy (presumably derrick) ARE A GROUP???? bro I better see Robin spotting the gayness and confronting Will and Mike lmao.

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my hopes for byler in s5

i hope they talk Abt the painting again maybe leading to a confession scene from WIll, one can only hope tho since there's no evidence yet that there is.

I totally think Will is going to see that protective side of Mike he never saw in season 1 and 2 (bc he was abducted/possesed) in season 2 He sort of saw Mike's protective side in the hospital but def not in its full.

im not totally convinced on the whole "Will has powers" theory yet but I think it is def a possibility and some scenes hint to it as well as his neck tingle sensor thing

i rlly don't think this is happening but I DO NOT want them to introduce a random gay character to be Will's love interest at the end. I dont think they would do that at all bc It was contradict his whole relationship that he's built with Mike so I doubt it but the Bychance theory HATES TO SEE ME COMING.

i don't think they will kill off Will, simply because that would take away from all his character development as a whole. like, imagine he has gone through all that from seasons 1-5 and then just fucking dies. that doesn't make sense.

anyway pls share BYLER PROOFS in the comments and theories!!!

[cillianate]

ACHILLES, COME DOWN

robert reynolds x fem!oc

02. CONFRONT.

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Nieve Parker gets stuck in a bit of a situation

word count: 1k

warnings: NOT EDITED, Bob and Nieve are so corny, arrogant john walker, slight language, thunderbolts spoilers!

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"Nieve?" John Walker said, breaking the girl out of her loved-up haze.

She broke away from Bob, and then turned to look at everyone else. Nieve hadn't realized she'd been crying until she saw the pitying look on Ava's face.

John looked at the man behind her and said one thing, "Who are you?"

Bob, in all his glory, simply said "I'm Bob."

John asked again, to which he got the same answer, "I told you, I'm uh, yeah I'm Bob."

"Jesus Christ, stop staying Bob," groaned John.

"Who sent you, Bob?" Yelena asked, speaking up for the first time in forever.

"I wasn't sent. Why would I be sent? Were you all sent?"

He replied in his ever-so-nervous tone.

"I'm not sure what's going on here, but you're all exhausting and my job is done," said Ava, who'd barely spoken until now.

"Oh, but you see my job. It's watching you. So no, you're not going anywhere else," Yelena combatted in her thick Russian accent.

In the meantime, Bob's left hand had found purchase on Nieve's arm, soothing it in the way he once had.

"So you're watching her, huh? That's a halfway decent cover for someone stealing Ox's assets," John accused.

"I'm not stealing, she's stealing-" Yelena spoke, before connecting the dots on what had actually happened here.

"Okay. It's clear we've all worked for Valentina in some kind of shadow ops role," she deduced trying to eliminate any conflict and bring the group together so they could think of some solution.

Nieve, having no interest in any of this and already having notified Bucky, stepped her way backward toward Bob, where she then stood by his side, taking his hand in her own and beginning to twist his fingers between hers.

"So what?" John questioned Yelena, as accusatory as Nieve always knew him to be.

"So all of this is Ox's mysteries. But so are we," Yelena concluded.

"Which makes us the unknown liabilities in this," Ava added.

"Speak for yourself," John said. He'd always had difficulty seeing himself as a problem. However, Nieve had a feeling that whatever this experience was would change that about him. She wasn't sure how or why, but she knew it'd happen.

"We're the evidence and this is the shredder. She wants us gone," Yelena argued back, truing to show John that he was not some magical exception.

"Your theory is flawed," John, again retorted.

"Oh, please," Yelena permitted sarcastically, "go on."

John then went on to formulate an entire theory as to why everyone in this vault was flawed, but not him. Nieve almost, almost brought up his divorce, but figured it was probably too fresh, so she kept her mouth shut until someone thought it was right to speak about her.

"Yup, just keep attacking us, John. Didn't you murder an innocent man?" Ava questioned.

"Yeah, and what about her? Why just attack us?" Yelena egged him on.

"Well, I'm sure you already know about her, so it's really not necessary for me to say anything," John said, now resigned like a turtle in it's shell. So what? John had a soft spot for Nieve. This was something she'd discovered long ago. She presumed it was because he knew everything about her past and how she'd been taken.

"Oh I know all about her. The 17 year old girl who was taken and experimented on by Hydra and then got saved by the Winter Solider. How marvelous," Yelena said in her signature sarcastic tone.

Nieve simply hummed.

John, trying to get the attention off of Nieve, simply said "Hey, look. I'm a decorated war veteran, okay? I have a loving wife and a son. Let's be honest. You guys are just cheap mercenaries, alright? So clearly I was supposed to bring you in."

All Nieve could bear to do was give him an eye roll, knowing he's just lied about half of that to place himself in a higher position of power than the girls in front of him.

"That was funny," Yelena said, still laughing

"Thanks," Ava added.

"We needed that," Nieve piggybacked off the two.

"It was getting pretty tense in here for a second," Bob slightly laughed along, trying to place himself in the situation alongside Nieve, who ran her thumb over his hand a little more.

Walker scoffed, then said, "I'm not leaving here without completing my mission. Valentina gave me a clean slate guarantee and I'm not going to blow it. But this weirdo wasn't part of the job, so I need to know: how did you get in?"

Bob, shellshocked with the attention now all on him, said, "I don't remember."

"Excellent answer," the scruffy veteran said. "Alright, tie him up."

"John, no," Nieve finally spoke up.

"Why not, huh? Who even is this guy, anyway! You obviously know him, Nieve. Why don't you explain?" John accused, now taking out his frustration on the first person he could find, who was now Nieve as Ava and Yelena had both switched gears toward examining Bob with their hot eyes as he almost cowered behind his best friend.

"I will tell you when we get out of here."

Just as she said this, Ava walked toward the door, attempting to leave after having been reminded by Nieve's words. However, this attempt proved futile as a loud, shrieking sound handicapped all of their senses, causing Ava to fall to the ground in pain, and Nieve to release Bob's hand.

All of a sudden, the room was illuminated by red and a timer blared through a window that Nieve hadn't noticed before.

1:58

1:57

1:56

Oh God. She had to get out of here.

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[i-write-things]

Hello, hope you're doing well. I read through your Chrollo works and really enjoyed the way you portrait him! I wanted to ask: how do you think Chrollo would react if he was confronted about how his past changed him from the kid he used to be and his lack of understanding himself as well as the lack of a proper identity without the Troupe. Sorry if it's worded wrong or weirdly, English isn't my first language. Thankyou!

(Omg, omg, omg, omg, my first ask! Keep it cool, Pen. Keep it cool...) I'm also not sure if you wanted Yandere Chrollo or regular Chrollo, so I'm gonna start with the more popular Yan!Chrollo, then do regular Chrollo.

(Yan!:) Ok, well, this is a really interesting one! You see, his reaction will depend on how you do this. Are you asking him this angrily as a way to get him upset or at the very least, shut him up and get him to think for a moment? Because if so, he'd definitely think for a moment before replying. But it's not too much, though. Maybe a solid 45 seconds before he responds with him speaking in riddles as he walks off to think some more. He'll be really quite for a while, then when your trying to sleep at night, he'll provide you with a genuine answer. (Yan! Chrollo + Regular Chrollo:) If you're more nice about it, like you're genuinely curious, and you tell him you need to talk seriously and sit him down, he'd react differently. To answer his past changing him, he'd say something along the lines of, "hm...yes. My upbringing certainly did change me, but...who cannot say the same. While I used to be more innocent with a child-like wonder, we all have to mature at some point. So no mater what would have happened, I would have grown up, anyway. Fate has....a rather interesting way of doing things." He'd think a for a little, but not too long. As long as he has fate as part of an answer to a reply, he thinks deeply, but never long. "As for the lack of understanding...well, you're not wrong there. There's just...no other way of putting it, is there? Yes...I'm not sure of who, or even, what I am. The key to understanding myself was...lost many years ago. And yet, I still remember it perfectly to this day...." He stays silent for a moment before responding to the next statement. "And....true. I am nothing without the Spider. I am only the head. And no one can identify only the head of a species as small and powerful as a spider. I put everything into the Troupe. I made many sacrifices. I, perhaps even, put myself so far into the Spider that... even I cannot take some of it back. Including myself..." He speaks in riddles as usual, and doesn't really answer your concerns unless you ask him a specific question such as the why's and the how's and stuff. But later on you understand what the last part meant: He sacrificed so much that he even gave up who he was just so he could create a group whose legacy would live far beyond he would when he meets his inevitable death. Maybe that's why he's not afraid of death? Because he's already all set with the everything he's ever wanted. Or maybe it's a fate thing. Who really knows what's going on in Chrollo's brain?

[qoldenskies]

Also you 🤝me

Doing Bad Things Happen Bingo looking at Rise and cackling wickedly…..now to make them their own separate thing or write more CC brainrot

always the option to mix it up a little !!! i'll probably be writing a little cc if i get an idea for something really good with my bthb but im probably going to focus mooostly on original prompts so mess around. do what your heart desires!!!

[echidnana]

jimmy's character isn't there to be a horrible monster or some absolute evil. he is, fundamentally, a guy. he is the men that are emboldened by the patriarchy and the environment they are in to abuse women. curly is the men that cover for them and don't think they're bad people for it. these characters aren't meant to be some incomprehensible evil in a sci-fi world, they're just. guys.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

yeah speaking of the most personal instrument of death / brutal vengeful catharsis gay sex foil confrontation. the musician gets got by lo cocodrilo? respectively, give him a kiss

[leafyeyes417]

Jeweled Rage

Danny knew he had been staring too long at the guy, judging by the suspicious glances from him and the two he was with. But really his mind was kinda stuck on how the guy had managed to get some kind of supernatural jewelry stuck in his chest.

It didn’t feel exactly ghostly but he knew it was on the dead spectrum. He just knew that this was the reason Clockwork had given specific (if cryptic, like always) instructions when he was going to meet Jazz in Gotham.

He inwardly groaned as the trio made their way over to him, deciding to confront him for staring.

“Is there a reason you’ve been staring at me?” Jason said aggressively.

Danny grimaced. “Yeah… I have absolutely no clue how to start this conversation but I can already tell you it is not heading in the direction you think it is.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Well that’s not any less suspicious than before.”

Danny sighed. “Look, I was given specific instructions before I came to Gotham by a guy who is cryptic up the wazoo but knows basically everything. I’m supposed to tell ‘the one with the Jeweled Rage’ that ‘The Hellblazer is the answer to ending the Rage.’ And since you are the one with the Jewelry problem, that is your message.”

Dick blinks, turning to look at Tim. “Jewelry problem? Did I miss something while I was working out today?”

Both Tim and Jason look just as confused, turning to look skeptically at Danny, with Tim asking, “What Jewelry problem are you talking about?”

Danny frowned. “You mean you don’t know about the piece of supernatural Jewelry stuck in his chest?” He says, pointing at Jason.

The three freeze before Jason bursts out, “If there was something stuck in my chest how wasn’t it seen by an x-ray?! I know I’ve broken my ribs more than once over the years!”

Danny deadpans. “Unless it was a supernatural x-ray the chances of seeing it is microscopic. Supernatural shit is weird.”

Dick suddenly reaches out, grabbing Danny’s wrist. “You are coming with us while we get this figured out.”

Danny gives a bare minimum of resistance, face resigned, already knowing something like this would happen. “I better be fed while being held hostage or I will ensure you have the worst minor inconveniences for a month.”

[kisssukuna33]

Sukuna would be the type of boyfriend to be overly protective. Not just because of his possessiveness just because he loves you so much.

You want to go shopping? He will always go with you no matter how many bags he will have to carry around while following you like a puppy. You want to take a walk? He's already putting on his shoes. You are going to a girl's night out? He will drive you to the place by his cab and analyzes the place for a good few minutes before he feels satisfied enough to leave you there. Hell! He will wait outside the whole time if you let him be but you always reject the idea because you don't want Sukuna to appear crazy in front of your friends.

It's the same when you two go out in public. Sukuna will always keep a hand on your waist or hold your hand the entire time. If anyone dare to look your way he make sure they see the disgusted scowl in his face everytime. Sometimes "The fuck are you looking at?" right after.

Let's talk about traveling with Sukuna as your bf because this man personally research every place you two would go to before the trip, if you recommend a sketchy or a dangerous spot he immediately rejects it in a second even though Sukuna and his cab have been through much more worse places than you could imagine but that doesn't matter anymore because now he has a priority to take care of. He would put on your seatbelt by himself just to make sure. And if you two are trying out new foods in the wild he is always the first to take a bite just to make sure it won't harm his girl. When you two check into a hotel worry not Sukuna will always make sure you two get the best room even if it means bribing the hotel employees. If you are hiking and show even a little bit of tiredness Sukuna won't hesitate to picking you up in a second. His excuse is "Tch, you are making us slow woman" when in reality he doesn't want to see you in pain. You wanted to bathe in the river? He won't let you move through the waters alone no hell no, he will carry you until he finds a spot suitable in the river that isn't deep enough to put you down.

It's worse when you are sick. He will stick by your side tending to you and taking care of you 24/7. He make sure you get the right amount of medicine and food and if you refuse to eat he will personally feed you, if you reject again he will literally find a way to threaten you.

"I don't want to eat Kuna!! Please"

"I won't ask again brat open up"

"is that suppose to scare me?"

"Fine then, that ugly ass plushie you love so much is going down the toilet"

"NO!!"

There are times where his overprotectiveness tend to go a little too far and you aren't afraid to confront him about it when that happens and Sukuna always welcome your criticism with open arms and tries to change despite his stubborn and rigid ways because that is what it means to be loved by Ryomen Sukuna.

I love this man sm omg <333 I want to write more bf Sukuna, send me ideas please :D!!

[helaintoloki]

Back to You

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mild language, pining, fluff

notes: my bucky and yelena brain rot is off the charts which is how this came about

summary: Yelena’s interest in y/n forces Bucky to confront his feelings for her as the Thunderbolts take refuge in her home

“I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Well, this is definitely more interesting than whatever I had planned today,” you respond jokingly as you finish stitching closed the gash on Bucky’s pectoral. “I will say, if I knew I’d be having company I probably would have tidied up a bit around here.”

Both yours and Bucky’s gazes turn to the group of beaten down misfits that occupy your living room at the mention of company. The amount of people taking refuge in your home made it appear almost comically small, but you weren’t exactly new to having to take care of super heroes- or in this case antiheroes- on a whim like this.

Before Thanos and the Blip, you had been a good friend of Steve’s. As his neighbor across the hall who also happened to be a nurse, he tended to treat your apartment like his own personal health clinic after a particularly grueling day of protecting the city. You welcomed him in without question of course, and after some time he had begun bringing friends in need of patch jobs with him. This was how you met Sam and Natasha, and eventually Bucky. You were enthralled by the turmoil swimming in his eyes and his reserved nature, and your gentleness and willingness to help a total stranger like him with no reservation had stuck with Bucky forever.

You lost touch with them all after the Sokovia Accords debacle and being turned into dust for five years, but once the work of the infinity stones had been reversed and you were able to attempt a life at normalcy, Bucky and Sam had returned right back to your doorstep.

In the years that passed, you and Bucky had been able to form a close friendship. It didn’t happen without growing pains throughout the process of course, and it took time for the super soldier to open himself up to you so intimately, but you’d been able to reach a point where Bucky could come to you for anything and vice versa. So when he’d called five minutes before his arrival asking to seek shelter in your modest home, you immediately agreed without question.

“Alright, you’re good to go,” you inform him after smoothing out the bandage on his chest. Looking out to the rest of the group, you hold up your first aid kit and ask, “Anyone else need some TLC?”

You’re met with silence to which Bucky offers you a comforting pat on the shoulder before hopping off of your counter. The group looks more exhausted and defeated than anything, and he convinces you they’ll probably be fine.

“Well, in the meantime, would anyone like breakfast? I think I have some pancake mix around here somewhere,” you murmur absently, and this gets some heads to finally turn.

“Pancakes… would be nice,” Yelena offers with pursed lips and a shrug, trying to be inconspicuous as she obviously snoops through your things.

“Do you have eggs?” John voices tiredly. “I could really go for some scrambled eggs.”

“Eggs and pancakes… anything else?”

“I cannot have eggs without bacon,” Alexei notes thoughtfully only for Bucky to roll his eyes.

“You don’t have to cook all of that,” he tries to assure you only for you to shake your head in response.

“It’s really no problem, I’m just glad I went grocery shopping yesterday.”

You give Bucky a reassuring smile before disappearing into the kitchen, allowing him the chance to finally walk over and snatch the frame Yelena had been scrutinizing behind your back from her grasp.

“What are you doing?” He retorts in annoyance before setting it back down on the shelf. “We’re guests here, you can’t just touch all of her stuff.”

“She has a photo of my sister,” the blonde rebuffs defensively, “I have a right to touch it. Why does she have it?”

“Before she was my friend, she was Steve’s friend. He introduced her to Natasha, and they became friends too. Good friends.”

“Hmm,” she replies thoughtfully, finally easing up a bit as she takes in the information. “If Natasha considered her a friend, then I will too.”

“Yeah, I think she’s good on friends right now,” Bucky scoffs. Yelena raises a brow at his annoyance before a coy smile begins to form on her lips.

“Are you threatened by me, Barnes?” She prompts with a laugh, only doubling down when she notices the aggravated tick of his jaw. “Because it’s okay if you are, I understand. I mean, she is a beautiful woman, and I can see how much you love her-“

“Hold on a minute, what are you talking about?”

“Surely you cannot be this stupid,” Yelena affirms with a teasing smile that soon falls at Bucky’s flustered demeanor. “Or maybe you are.”

“I don’t love y/n,” Bucky says defensively, voice hushed to avoid any prying ears from listening to their conversation. “She’s just a good friend.”

“Well, if she’s just a good friend then you won’t mind if I go talk to her and tell her how much I love what she’s done with this place,” Yelena states plainly with a mischievous smile as she makes her way towards the kitchen only to be stopped by Bucky grabbing onto her arm.

“Don’t,” he warns with a scowl. From his spot on the couch, Alexei laughs.

“You are smart to stop her, Barnes,” he notes proudly, “my Yelena is quite the lady killer.”

“What’s the harm, Barnes? You obviously do not want to date this beautiful woman who has opened her home to us, so why can’t I?”

“If I admit I love her will you stop?” Bucky begs despite the clear aggravation in his tone. With her hands raised in surrender and lips pulled into a small frown, Yelena suspends her march towards the kitchen once Bucky finally relinquishes his hold on her arm. “Thank you.”

“Life is short, James. Do not let her sit and wait for you forever.”

Bucky lets out a long exhale through his nose at her words, and despite how much she annoys him, he knows she’s right. Bucky loves you and has always held a deep sense of admiration for the selfless woman who had taken him and Steve in without question despite the fact that it would get her into trouble with the government. You were one of the first to show him genuine kindness after spending years under Hydra’s thumb, and he’d never be able to forget that. You are his light in darkness, his saving grace, his confidant, and that’s why he’s so hesitant to fully bring you into his world by asking you to be his partner. Being friends keeps you at an arm’s length from the dangers of his life, but being the one he comes home to after a high stakes mission puts you in a whole new light to his enemies, and he’s not sure if he’s ready to put you through that just yet.

“Breakfast is on the table!” You call out from the kitchen, and Bucky watches with a wry grin as every person in the living room moves their aching bodies hastily into the dining room to get a chance at scoring some of your pancakes. You meet him shortly after and present him his own plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon to enjoy in peace away from the rest.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind so I figured you’d want to eat out here,” you explain with a careful smile before joining him on the couch. “You gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know if these guys are up for this,” he admits almost dejectedly, casting a glance towards the dining room where the Thunderbolts sit loudly bickering over the syrup bottle.

“Hey, as long as they have you there with them, I think they’ll be okay,” you comfort reassuringly, reaching forward to give his arm a tender squeeze.

“I really doubt that, but thanks,” Bucky responds with a weak chuckle, “you keep me sane.”

“It’s my speciality.”

A comfortable silence washes over you then as you meet each other’s tender gazes and enjoy the rare moment of peace shared between you both. Bucky longs to just pull you into his arms and hold you, but he resists and instead returns to enjoying his breakfast.

“We’ll be out of your hair as soon as they’re done eating,” Bucky reassures you only for you to give him an indifferent shrug.

“That’s fine, but can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you ever going to kiss me?” You prompt with an innocent smile, catching poor Bucky off guard as he momentarily chokes on his pancakes.

“What?” He splutters, fist thumping on his chest to help the food go down.

“I mean, maybe I’m reading it all wrong, but I feel like sometimes you look at me like you want to kiss me,” you explain simply, “and I wouldn’t mind if you did.”

“That obvious, huh?” He sighs with a bashful smile before setting his plate down on the coffee table.

“Yeah, well, that and also Yelena might have told me something on her way to the dining room,” you offer with an apologetic laugh.

“Oh, god, what did she say?”

“Something along the lines of if you never man up and decide to tell me how you feel that I should give her a call.”

“She’s a pain in my ass,” he grumbles irately, but his tone softens as he looks to you in remorse and continues, “but she’s right. You deserve to know how I feel about you.”

Smiling, you move closer to the super soldier so that you can curl into his side and rest your head upon his chest. His arms immediately come to wrap around your figure as he kisses the crown of your head, prompting you to let out a content sigh.

“We can figure out all the details when you get back from saving the world,” you assure him, “but just know that I love you, and I’ll be here waiting for you to come home.”

“Home,” Bucky sighs wistfully, already mourning your time together as he thinks about having to leave you behind. “I can promise you this- nothing is going to stop me from coming back to you.”

You look up to meet his tender gaze and are pleasantly surprised when he leans down to press a careful kiss to your lips. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you savor the moment you’ve been longing for ever since you met Bucky, and by the way he kisses you as if you are the air he needs to breathe, you think it’s safe to assume he feels the same.

His heart is yours, and as you tenderly embrace from the comfort of your couch, you can rest assured that to Bucky, home is where you are.