#I knew that seeing him again would make me emotional

[enigmeyyy-writes]

I definitely think a lot of this is really interesting now that I'm rewatching the show again to write my fanfictions...

Katara definitely had her faults (and it was kinda wrong of her to tell her older brother that he didn't love their mother as much, especially because he most likely had more memories of her alive in comparison), but she was still a 14-year-old girl thrust into adult responsibility in the middle of a war. She is misunderstood a lot of the time from a fan's perspective because (in all honesty) a lot of us watched the show as kids and either thought she was super cool or super annoying. I even only started to find Katara annoying after I was older--and that was mainly because in times when she did attempt to "solve" things or "fix" something she wasn't mature enough yet to understand how to handle it responsibly. Sokka was a lot like this too, and we see him getting blamed a lot less. Both of them were standing in as leaders in their tribe during the war, and both of them left. Sure, the Avatar showed up, but even Aang was running away from responsibility until he realized he had to face the consequences of his actions!

Past this point is a lot of me talking about how I'm addressing a lot of this in my fan works, so check it out if you're interested!

I think a lot of my thoughts on this topic stem from the fact that I want to explore the emotional and responsibility commitments the characters of ATLA have weighing on them. In the AU I'm writing, for example, the characters (set in canon) are aged up and a lot of them have more people they are attached to. Since this was a Katara-centric post, I'll also include what I have in mind for my Katara fic.

Growing Pains centers around the letters Katara sends home to her and Sokka's childhood friend, Mali. He was the oldest of the boys left behind by the tribe because he just didn't quite make the age cut, and now serves as a hunter and protector for the tribe. He was definitely upset when his friends left him, but he knew that if they were to travel with the Avatar he had to stay and protect their tribe. Katara sends her letters detailing the stories of her adventures to Mali but soon realizes that she left a lot behind at home for what was turning out to be a perilous and risk-filled adventure.

And on the Aang side of things (because let's face it, a twelve-year-old boy having childish immaturity and the weight of the world on their shoulders is NOT the best combination), I wanted to explore more of his energy and experience of learning maturity after hardship in a Book 3 and post-war fic titled Spitfire.

Spitfire centers around one of Zuko's childhood friends (an OC because I think he deserved friends he could actually trust prior to joining the Gaang) named Soru coming to terms with the fact that he never truly was against the Avatar even though he's from the Fire Nation. Escapism at its finest--truly. As Aang has to come to terms with the new reality the world is entering after the defeat of Fire Lord Ozai, he has to learn how to deal with the weight of the political aspect of society the rest of his friends (and former enemies for that matter) were already wrapped up in.

All in all, I really think exploring aspects of the characters of such a beloved show that aren't really addressed is such an interesting thing to do. I applaud all other ATLA writers on the platform (and any platform) for either just sticking to canon or coming to terms with the flaws that are either over-exaggerated or under-represented in fanfiction, but I am not one of you! I want to explore the inklings of depth we get from this fun show, especially since I'm approaching this from a perspective in which the characters are older and arguably have more responsibility on their shoulders.

I'd really appreciate it if anyone would check out my stories (will be posted on here and ao3) or at least show interest in them! I've worked really hard to put all the details together behind the scenes, so any support or showing you enjoy my works/ideas is greatly appreciated!

I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.

Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.

Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.

Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.

Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.

The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.

[sailoryuns]

INAMORATA ─── PSH

genre. idol!sunghoon x model!f!reader | established relationship

warnings. angst, fluff (moreso towards the end), smut, accusations of cheating, hoon being lowkey toxic, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, some mentions of crying, not proofread wc -> 1.5k

ps. the position i’m referring to is this (nsfw link), i usually hate vids but this was rly good imo.

“i think we should take a break...” you admit, voice growing shakier as you spoke. this was never something you wish to say in a million years, you wanted this relationship to work more than anything. but you were at your wits end with everything, talking to sunghoon was like conversing with the wall, never fully grasping any of your concerns.

you noticed the cracks beginning to seep in the midst of six months of being with him. he would often be dishonest of his whereabouts, saying he was out late due to “work” but was actually out drinking at some bar with jake or something. it made no sense for him to lie about such trivial things but he does it without even thinking. this was supposed to be a lovely vacation in paris together but lately you’ve grown tired of feeling like you’re unappreciated. a break from each other might be the best solution in getting his act together once and for all.

sunghoon felt his whole body turn limp as you uttered those words. not only was he blindsided by your decision, but you never indicated before to him that you were ready to propose such a drastic idea. “but why though? don’t you think this is a bit random? i mean this came out of nowhere y/n, i thought everything was good between us, why are you suddenly saying this now?” his thick, bushy brows furrowed in confusion, he wasn’t letting you off this easy and you know it.

“i just think it’s for the better right now hoon, we’re both so busy. we have a lot on our plate, especially you… and this relationship is just— it’s only putting more strain on everythi-”

“are you serious y/n? do you hear yourself? i knew what i was getting myself into the day i asked you to be my girlfriend. i’m well aware that i can’t be with you 24/7, and neither can you—however, i don’t expect that anyway. all i ever wanted was to have you by my side, i want to work through the hardships with you but if you’re so willing to give up like this then… i don’t know. i don’t even know what to say to this honestly..” sunghoon couldn’t help but cut you off, once his emotions take over, all sense of logic and reasoning is thrown out the window.

he was never one to question his worth in the eyes of his partner, but you were his longest relationship, he saw you as his first and only true love. it never occurred to him that he could lose you, the possibility of this break lasting long enough to make your love fade away was a scary revelation. there had to be a way he could fix this, he couldn’t bear to be without you.

“are you seeing someone else? maybe that’s why you’ve been so distant towards me lately…” he wanted to scream for saying that out loud but at least he got it off his chest. he knows how petty it sounds but he didn’t care, he wanted you to give him answers.

“no! i’m not seeing other people, i don’t have an interest in anyone but you sunghoon. i want to do this for the sake of us, we’re clearly not where we need to be and this break could help with getting us back on track and spending time apart could be beneficial.” you try your best to articulate your words properly but he remained unconvinced, he wasn’t on board with any bit of this.

how could you even be okay with something like this? spending time away from you drove him absolutely insane, he couldn’t fathom taking a break—not from someone as important as you in his life. he just needed to remind you that the love was still there, though it may be but a dull flame, he could ignite the spark again, with the little bit of hope he had left.

the foundation of your relationship was built from shared interests, since you both are part of professions that rely heavily on looks, you refused to see each other based solely off those superficial aspects. instead you got to know each other’s minds, your core values and beliefs, what mattered to you the most. you cherished every one of those deep conversations you shared together, it was a beautiful experience, an indescribable memory that shaped your bond forever.

so why is it now that you feel this way? was he really that oblivious to everything? he should’ve done more to prevent this but now he fears it’s too late. he’s faced with the conundrum of losing you and there wasn’t much time for him to stall or ask for a chance of redemption, he couldn’t waste another second.

“fuck that,” sunghoon angrily spat, his face contorting into a look of pure disgust. “you’re not going anywhere.” he reaches out to grab your waist before you could walk away, aggressively pulling you into his chest.

no matter how much you attempt to escape his hold, he’s not letting you go in the slightest. he’s much stronger than you, could easily lift you up without breaking a sweat. there was no use in fighting, you had no choice but to give in and let this conversation go. once his lips crashed into yours, everything faded to black. as if a simple kiss was the cure-all of mending this decrepit relationship.

sunghoon’s forehead pressed against yours as he pulled away, “shhh, lye down baby,” he hushes your quiet mewls, instructing you to do as he says. “gonna make you feel so good,” his hands slid under your skirt, gently rubbing over your clothed core “you’ll forget everything.”

* :.･ﾟﾟ･ ✿

“oh my- fuckk, sunghoon!” you cry out, almost on the verge of tears just from how skilled he is, rutting your hips upwards into his mouth as he devours you whole.

the pace of his tongue is relentless, roughly lapping up all your juices like he’s the most starved man alive. you’ve lost count at the amount of times he’s already made you come undone just from his mouth alone. your body’s buzzing with titillation, all you can do is scream and clench your pussy around nothing while he fiercely sucks on your clit.

you couldn’t stop twitching, feeling yet another orgasm approaching. your legs anchored over his shoulders, unable to think or speak coherent sentences as his face was fully buried into your sloppy cunt. he relaxes his jaw a bit more, going all the way from the bottom inching further up as he comes back in contact with your puffy clit. at any given moment it feels as if your heart’s about to stop.

“hoon-” your heads thrown back into the pillow, digging your nails into his shoulder blades from how overly sensitive you are. “n-need to cum.. can feel it. m’so close.” it surprises you when you’re able to even express such words.

a low grunt can be heard underneath, sunghoon loves hearing you— it’s arguably the best part about going down on you. the hand that wasn’t occupied went straight to gripping a fistful of his ebony hair, continuously moaning his name so loud that you genuinely feel bad for whomever the unlucky people that got to hear this.

just when you thought it couldn’t get anymore intense, he slips 2 of his slender fingers inside, making you gasp from the overwhelming sensation. flashes of white invade your vision, violently shaking as your lips form an “o” in the throes of ecstasy. sunghoon knows your body so well that this is nothing for him, he’s got it all down to a simple science. no one knows your body like he does, and especially no one can make you cum as hard as he can.

“go ahead, make a mess for me baby,” he strongly encourages, picking up his pace as his digits fuck into you faster. “just gonna clean it up with my tongue all over again.”

your eyes roll back to the depths of oblivion, feeling an out of body experience when reaching your climax. a string of curses leaves your shaky breath, limbs trembling and faint tears stain your flushed cheeks. sunghoon slows his movements, rubbing his thumb over your clit gently to make you even more sensitive. you love the way he calls you “good girl” and how proud the look on his face becomes while you ride out your orgasm on his fingers. he doesn’t stop showering you with compliments, only ramping up his affection as he plants fleeting kisses to your thighs, hips, and stomach.

once he’s finally come back up for air you grab his face to pull him into your lips again. moaning in his mouth while getting a taste of yourself was probably the hottest thing sunghoon’s ever witnessed.

“can’t believe this is all mine.” sunghoon whispers against you, gently massaging your aching thighs. “i love you so much, baby.”

“love you too hoon.” you instantly say back, feeling more at ease now that things are somewhat back to normal.

maybe a break isn’t necessary after all, how else would you be able to have such earth shattering orgasms?

- 完 ♡︎

[seaborgium-dazies]

call me baby ♡ mdni

how mha boys praise you praise kink, established relationship, f!reader, dirty talk (puppy, princess, good girl), p in v, oral f!receiving 🌊: deku, bakugo, shoto, kirishima

deku:

I think it goes without saying that deku loves calling you puppy. He sprinkles a mix of darling, love and dear into his daily use of pet names as well. 'Puppy' is something very private to him; something meant just for him and you; something that lays both of you completely bare. And we all know how rambly deku gets when he's nervous or excited, you can bet your ass it's even more amplified when he's horny.

When deku came home after evening patrol completely spent you could practically feel the exhaustion dripping off of him and pooling on the floor around him. You hated seeing him like this and you knew you had to help him somehow. It didn't take long until you were on top of him bouncing and grinding to your hearts content. You made quick work of deku and soon enough he was trying his hardest to hold onto what was left of his sanity. "Puppy, you feel s'good" he slurs as your hips rock against his. He could barely keep his green eyes open and yet he couldn't stop praising you. "You're so so good to me puppy, taking me so well, ahh~". Even when his mind was wiped blank the love he held for you was so prominent that his tongue was doing somersaults, carefully stringing words of praise together "You're doing so good for me puppy. You feel haaah~ amazing. Keep going puppy, puppy-". His rambling came to a halt only as his muscles spasmed and his head fell back in a silent cry. But he was quick to pick up again after he came back to his senses, telling you how good you feel and how much he loves you <3

bakugo:

Bakugo may seem like a person who doesn't praise at all but in reality he's a sucker for it. In the beginning it would really require some emotional work from him though because admitting how much he cares for you and how important you are to him is incredibly hard for him. It's something he struggles with but after he gets used to being vulnerable with you he can't stop praising you. Especially when you're having sensual sex the words effortlessly fall from his lips.

You were going at it for what felt like hours and yet it was only your second round. Bakugos cock was pistoning in and out of you with speed that left you unable to speak. Your whines and moans fell like oil into the fire that is Katsuki Bakugos ego. "Yeah? You like that?" Katsuki asks breathlessly. Your reply made entirely of moans only earns a cocky chuckle. "You're taking me so well baby, just like that, yeah". He hungrily stares at the space where you two are connected, eager to get more moans out of you he starts circling your clit. "Just like that baby, just let loose for me princess". You couldn't help but throw your head back as he settled on the perfect pace. You couldn't help but wonder if someone had given him an instruction manual on how to make you cum with the way that he's working your buttons. "Eyes on me pretty princess" he says as he gently guides your face back "That's a good girl". And with one more flick of your clit your orgasm washes over you, bakugos voice still echoing through your head.

shoto:

At first shoto was very new to dirty talk but after you tried it out on him and he enjoyed it a lot he decided he wanted to be able to make you feel that way too. His gentle and kind nature translates to this aspect as well and and his dirty talk is very literal.

It took shoto mere seconds to figure out that something was bothering you. Although you tried to hide it as to not alarm or bother him, you weren't too surprised that he had you pegged so quickly. Shoto coaxed your troubles out of you, and as he heard that you couldn't help but feel undesirable and unattractive his brows furrowed. Luckily he knew exactly how to convince you of the opposite. His tongue was lapping at your folds and obscene slurping sounds filled the air. "Your pretty pussy tastes so good, mmmm". The vibration of shotos groan made you moan. He pulled away with a dopey smile and spoke with a voice so sweet it was practically dripping honey. "Look at you all splayed out for me, I've never seen anything more beautiful, you take my breath away baby". And just like that, as if he didn't just bring tears to your eyes with his words he ducked down and sucked on your clit like there was no tomorrow.

kirishima:

Kirishima is already kissing the ground you walk on in everyday life so it's no surprise that he's showering you with praise in the bedroom as well. Really it'd be a surprise if someone were to date him and NOT develop a praise kink. He maneuvers his way around words like a champion, alternating between sickly sweet and downright nasty.

Kirishima considered it a miracle that the two of you had a day off work that actually lined up. He didn't remember the last time that had happened. He was up and dripping with sweat from his morning run as you were still sound asleep. A quick shower later he stepped out of the fogged up room to hear you humming in the kitchen. He saw you making yourself a cup of coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but panties and an oversized shirt. He took a good thirty seconds to just watch your ass gently bounce as you were bobbing your head to the song from the radio, almost salivating at the way your flesh spilled out of your panties. You heard a soft "Baby you're killing me" from the hallway. You just had to chuckle when you saw kirishima, palming his boner. The effect you had on him was truly undeniable. You curled your finger, beckoning him to come and kirishima was on you in an instant. His tongue was working miracles on your neck and every time he stopped to breathe, he leaned in close and whispered something sinfully sweet into your ear. As if your mind wasn't hazy enough as you heard him "Such a good girl for me, so perfect". Your knees were about to give out as kirishima scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your bed. You couldn't deny that he was your demise as well as your salvation.

all characters aged up

©️ seaborgium-dazies 2025

[arcadia-smith]

One touch

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Summary: You’ve lived your whole life carrying pieces of others—memories, emotions, pain. A single touch is all it takes. You never meant to fall for Bucky Barnes. Not when one touch showed you the full weight of his past—every wound, every scream, every drop of blood spilled. But the problem with avoiding someone is that it only makes you want them more. And Bucky is just as drawn to you as you are to him.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Bucky's memories, kinda slow burn.

Note: Might be inspired by that one POV I saw ages ago. Finally, wrote smth on it.

You’re careful, always. Gloves in the winter, long sleeves in the summer, avoiding unnecessary contact. But you weren’t expecting to meet him that day. You weren’t expecting his steel-blue eyes, the hesitant way he reached for you, the calloused warmth of his palm.

James Buchanan Barnes. You thought maybe it would be something vague, like the usual flickering memories you caught from strangers—forgotten birthdays, the feeling of laughter in their ribs, the taste of their last sip of coffee.

But the moment your hand slipped into his, you knew you had made a mistake.

Pain.

It surged through you in an instant, stealing the air from your lungs, making your knees nearly buckle under the weight of it. The sharp bite of a knife slicing through flesh. The suffocating grip of restraints against metal wrists. The echo of voices shouting commands in Russian, the chilling sensation of being stripped down to nothing but a weapon. The screams. The red star. Blood, so much blood—on his hands, on his soul, dripping onto snow-covered ground. The sensation of metal replacing flesh. Terror. Rage. Regret. The unbearable weight of loss.

You ripped your hand away, eyes wide, heart hammering. Bucky was staring at you, brow furrowed in confusion.

"You okay?" His voice was rough, but his concern was genuine.

You force a smile. A lie. “Yeah. Just—just got a little dizzy.”

It’s the first of many lies.

You avoided touching him after that. It was difficult. Bucky's a tactile person, more than he realized. A hand on your back when guiding you through a crowded space. Sitting beside him on mission briefings, careful not to let your knees brush. You handed him files with your sleeves pulled over your fingers. You trained in the same room but always kept your distance. It was exhausting, this careful, deliberate avoidance, but you had no choice.

He was kind, in a quiet, unassuming way. He made you coffee in the mornings when you were both in the compound kitchen too early for anyone else to be awake. He told you about the books he had been reading when sleep didn't come. He listened when you talked, really listened, like what you were saying was the most important thing in the world.

He made you want things you shouldn’t.

But you knew what was inside him. You felt it. You felt him break, over and over again, and you didn't know how to hold that without breaking too.

Bucky wasn't just the things Hydra made him do. He wasn't just the broken memories and the pain. The way he always waited for you to enter a room first. The way he softened when he talked to Sam’s nephews. The way he looked at you sometimes, like he wanted to say something but didn't know how.

He remembered things about you, little things you barely noticed about yourself. And it terrified you because you were falling for him.

And worse? He was falling for you, too.

“You don’t like touching me.”

You froze, coffee cup halfway to your lips. You were both sitting in the compound’s common area, the glow of the city outside casting long shadows across the floor.

“I don’t like touching anyone,” you corrected.

Bucky didn’t look convinced.

"Steve told me you have some kind of.. gift or whatever he called it." He huffed.

"A gift," you shook your head. It was all but a gift. "i can see.. and feel... memories of a person, whenever I touch them."

“What did you see, when you shook my hand that first time?” Bucky questioned, not knowing if he really wanted to hear the answer.

You hesitated. He deserved an explanation, an answer, but how could you explain something like this? How could you tell him that touching him had nearly broken you? That you’d spent weeks trying to separate your own thoughts from the pain you’d absorbed? That even now, sometimes, you woke up gasping, ice spreading through your veins, memories that weren’t yours pressing against your skull? He didn't deserve that. After all he'd been through.

"You were quite a skirt-chaser back in the day." You shrugged, hoping he'd let go of the topic.

Bucky let out a short laugh, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s what you saw?”

You forced a smile, lifting your cup to your lips. “That’s what I’m telling you I saw.”

You weren’t sure if he was buying it, but either way, he didn’t push. Instead, he leaned back against the couch, stretching his metal arm along the back of it, close but not touching.

“You know,” he said after a beat, “I might’ve been a flirt, but I was always a gentleman.”

You raised a brow. “That so?”

“Absolutely.” He smirked. “Always asked for a dance first.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “How chivalrous.”

Bucky chuckled, but you could feel the shift in the air. He hadn’t forgotten your deflection. The momentary ease between you wasn’t enough to erase the unspoken weight of his question.

What did you see?

What did you feel?

You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth.

The ice-cold metal of an operating table. The burn of a shock collar. The sting of a fresh wound being ignored, a voice barking orders in Russian. The absolute, gut-wrenching terror of realizing—over and over—that you weren’t in control of your own body.

And beneath it all, buried so deep it nearly went unnoticed—loneliness. A yearning for something, someone, anyone to remind him he wasn’t just a weapon.

You couldn’t tell him that.

So instead, you clung to the lighter pieces, the moments before the pain, before the war. The golden haze of 1940s Brooklyn, the warmth of laughter, the way the air used to hum with the promise of something better.

“Steve always said I was a pain in the ass back then,” Bucky mused, snapping you back to the present.

You glanced at him, offering a small smile. “Some things never change.”

That made him laugh, real and genuine this time, and for a moment, the weight in your chest lightened.

The next few days were a blur of subtle moments, quiet exchanges, and the uncomfortable tension that lingered between you and Bucky. You tried to keep your distance, pretending that everything was fine, but the truth was far harder to swallow.

Every time Bucky walked into the room, the pull was undeniable. You’d find your gaze drawn to him, and when he caught your eye, you’d quickly look away, as if your body was betraying you, desperate for something you couldn’t have.

And then there were the little things—the way his presence seemed to fill the space around him, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you, like he was trying to break through some invisible barrier that you’d put up.

You didn’t want to feel that pull. You couldn’t afford to. Because no matter how much your heart ached to close the distance between you and him, you knew the consequences.

That afternoon, when you were leaving the training room, you almost collided with Bucky in the hallway. He stepped back just in time, his eyes flashing with surprise as you tried to regain your balance.

“Easy there,” he said, his voice low but steady, his hand brushing your arm to steady you.

You froze. The moment his fingers made contact with your skin, everything came rushing back. The sharp pain of a bullet slicing through muscle, the flash of a bomb exploding too close, the heartache of losing everything that had ever mattered. The memories of the wars he’d fought, of the things he’d been forced to do, filled your mind so quickly you barely had time to breathe.

You pulled away instinctively, your body trembling, your chest tightening as you fought to keep it together.

“I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, avoiding his eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. You didn’t want to look at him. You couldn’t. Because if you did, you might just break, and you couldn’t do that. Not with him. Not when you already knew the kind of pain he carried inside him.

Bucky took a step forward, his expression softening as he reached out, his hand hovering just shy of yours. “You’re not okay,” he said quietly, his voice full of concern. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, willing the storm inside you to settle. “I’m fine,” you lied, forcing a smile. “Just… tired. Long day.”

Before either of you could say anything more Steve appeared at the end of the hallway, calling out to Bucky.

“You coming, Barnes?”

Bucky hesitated, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer, as if he was torn between walking away and staying.

Finally, he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll catch up with you later,” he said to Steve, before turning back to you. “We’ll talk soon, yeah?”

You noded and you couldn’t breathe until he was gone.

The next day, Bucky found you in the courtyard, sitting by yourself, your eyes distant as you stared at the horizon. He walked up slowly, as though unsure of how to approach you.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t look up. “It’s a free country.”

Bucky settled next to you anyway, the quiet between you comfortable for a moment, but not for long. He was too aware of everything. Too aware of you.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, his voice low.

You shifted uncomfortably. “No, it’s not that.”

“Then what?” His tone softened, and you finally turned to meet his eyes.

“I told you, I don’t like touch. And it’s not something I can just turn off. And it's hard to be around you... when all I want to do is touch you, for you to touch me, kiss me..”

You got up on your feet but before you could turn, you felt the weight of his hand on your arm, gentle, but firm. Your breath caught, heart pounding in your chest. His touch was warm, steady, nothing like the icy remnants of war that had scarred him, but you still felt the sharpness of his past pressing against you like a shadow.

You looked down at his hand, at the way his fingers barely brushed your sleeve. It was a simple gesture, but to you, it was more than that. It was the invitation. The risk. The question you both had been dancing around.

You swallowed hard, fighting the sudden wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. But when you met his eyes, the vulnerability there, the honest want for connection, it nearly broke you.

You wanted to pull away. You wanted to stop, to keep him at arm’s length, but something inside you shifted, and you found yourself taking a step closer, just enough for your fingers to brush against his.

The world tilted.

The memories flooded you—faster, sharper this time. The face of a man who wasn’t quite Bucky anymore, wasn’t quite the soldier he’d been. The ache of betrayal, the desperate longing for redemption. The faces of people he’d loved and lost, the quiet rage of a man who had been turned into a weapon and was still trying to find his humanity.

Your chest tightened as the memories crashed over you, and you gasped, pulling your hand away, stumbling back like you’d been burned.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice ragged. “I—I can’t…”

Bucky’s face twisted, a flash of pain crossing his features “I’m sorry if I—”

“No,” you interrupted, shaking your head. “It’s not you. It’s me. I just… I can’t keep doing this.”

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this whole yandere phighting x human reader could turn into series can't wait to see your writing for part 3

valk and dom tell reader on what the phighters is about to do to them which reader obviously freak out.

I love cooking for you guys ehehehe,,,

Yandere! Phighting x human! reader part 3!!!

First thing the Flipside Brothers did was open up the Phighting! roster on their shared computer and scanned through it (Coil had showed mostly everyone how to do it after you had been transported here).

Looking through the list, they had found something interesting. Most Phighters had a small, white crown beside their names. They had learned the crown had symbolized having something called "admin commands".

"Why is everyone an admin?" Valk murmers, taking his glasses off to clearly look at the screen. "Where did Coil even learn to do this?" Dom pondered the question silently. Suddenly, he pointed something else.

"There, look!" His finger jerked towards Katana's name. It was the only name in the list lacking a crown. "Why doesn't Katana have the commands? Surely that must mean something."

"Here's what we'll do." Valk said, turning to his brother. "You stay here and make sure this doesn't disappear, I've got a phone call to make." Valk quickly stepped out of the room, fishing his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. Dom, meanwhile, took a picture of the screen incase it disappeared.

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Katana had been sitting by his fireplace, listening to the crackling as he fretted silently over the upcoming party.

Suddenly, his phone rang. Unhooking the phone from the wall, he held it up to his ear.

"Hello, Katana?" An urgent voice leaked through the phone's speaker.

"Who is this."

"It's Valk, y'know, from the Flipside. Listen, y-you've gotta come over. It's bad, really bad, what we've discovered."

"...I'll be there soon."

Katana cut the call and hooked the phone back up to its spot on the wall. Putting out his fire, he grabbed his gear - partially broken from Hyperlaser ripping it away from him - and travelled out into the night.

As soon as Katana arrived, the Brothers showed Katana their findings and told them about what would happen at the party.

"I'm aware." The samurai spoke solemnly, gazing at the photo displaying the list of names.

"Y-You knew?" Valk asked, dumbfounded. He stood up and slammed his hands on the table, exasperated. "Then why the hell didn't you-"

"I was attacked." Katana answered, cutting the smaller idol off. "I tried to warn Y/N, but Subspace and his minions found us and stopped me."

His voice was unusually shaky. Katana was known for showing little emotion, but ever since the game had become self-aware, his voice had trouble staying calm. "He wanted to kill me. And Hyperlaser..."

He stopped himself. It was silent for a few moments before Dom cleared his throat, resting chin ontop of his clasped hands.

"We have to do something. Otherwise, one of the two may happen." He declares lowly. "Y/N will either end up mutilated, or the process may kill them."

"But, even if we did stop them, how do we even get Y/N out of here?" Valk questions. "I mean, it isn't like we can get then out of the game, can we?"

"...we can-"

A loud knock at the front door caused all three Inphernals to jump. Katana froze, too afraid to move. What if it was Subspace looking for him again? Dom stood up.

"Stay here." He said, and cautiously headed to answer the front door. Valk and Katana, on the other hand, stayed put, not moving an inch.

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Dom answered the door, revealing an anxious Boombox. The eyes on his visors were big O shapes.

"O-Oh! Dom, hey! I-"

"Boombox, I'm really busy right now." Dom said, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded. Boombox swallowed, as if he was about to confess to murder. Then, he broke down completely.

"L-Look, man, I screwed up. Big time. I need your guys' help." The DJ pleaded, frantically looking back over his shoulder. Hesitantly, Dom pulled Boombox inside and locked the door. After fully locking it, he turned to face the DJ as he leaned against the door.

"What is it?" He asked, the impatience slipping off his tongue. He was caught off guard when Boombox desperate grabbed onto his arms and stared him down, tears pouring down from behind his visor.

"THEY'RE GONNA KILL-" Dom quickly clamped his hand around Boombox's mouth, afraid of attracting any unwanted guests from outside.

Firmly, he pulled him into the living room. Removing his hand, he motioned for the DJ to talk as long as he was quiet. Gasping, Boombox pulled his visor off and violently rubbed at his eyes.

"T-They're gonna kill me...! I-I said too m-much a-an-and Y-Y/N looked at me weirdly a-and I saw Hyperlaser whispering s-something to Medkit- I'm done for, d-dude!" He rambled, struggling to stop the flow of tears.

Dom put his hands on Boombox's face, attempting to steady the troubled musician. "Hey, hey. Nobody's going to kill you. What did you say that was "too much"?" Dom questioned, wiping a tear away with his thumb. Boombox leaned into his hands, as if he were a child who was desperate for reassurance from an adult.

"Well...

...I never knew you sold actual boomboxes." You said, taking a sip of your milkshake. Boombox was polishing his stock as you spoke. He looked over towards you, smiling.

"Well, being a salesman isn't my main profession, it's more of a side-hustle. Just to make some quick cash if I've gotta buy anything." He responded, sitting the newly-clean speaker on a nearby shelf.

"So, you excited for the party?" Boombox asked, sitting down beside you. Nodding your head, you smiled gleefully. He smiled back, patting your shoulder.

"I can't believe it's been half a year already, time really does fly." You mused, automatically leaning into the DJ's touch. Boombox felt his face heating up, his visor's eyes turning into spirals.

"Y-Yeah, it's insane!" He answered, focusing to much on your touch to stop blurting out the next sentence. Feels like a lifetime ago since we brought you here."

As soon as he said that, Boombox felt you shifting quickly, and that was all he needed to tell him that he had screwed up.

"You brought me here?" You asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity. Mentally cursing himself, Boombox quickly shook his head.

"Oh, no! We didn't!" He stumbled over his words in an attempt to save the situation. "I was just..repeating a lyric I'd written earlier! I'm taking up songwriting, y'see?"

Miraculously, you smiled, letting out a small "ohh" sound to indicate you believed him. Sighing shakily, he shook his head and grinned.

"Oh, I should get going! Sword said he was going to teach me how to spar!" You said, getting up. You and Boombox said your goodbyes before going to meet Sword wherever he was.

Sighing with relief, Boombox stood up and stretched. He loosened his tie and undid one of his top buttons, lying in the heat of the moment had made him sweaty.

He looked around, and his heart stopped. Hyperlaser was staring at him from afar, standing beside Medkit, who had a scornful expression on his face. Boombox felt sick.

...that's what happened." Boombox concluded his story, clamping his hands over Dom's for comfort. The idol sighed, pulling Boombox close, rubbing his back as the DJ began to sob again.

"You're safe here, nobody's gonna hurt you. I promise. Dom spoke, tilting Boombox's face up to meet his eyes. Boombox calmed down at his soothing voice.

"I just feel awful. We didn't even ask Y/N about the idea, we just assumed they'd like being turned into an Inphernal. A-And-"

A cautious knock on the door interrupted Boombox, startling him. He began to shake again, convinced Medkit or Hyperlaser had found him. Feeling Boombox's anxious body shivering, Dom pulled out his phone to see at his door, and sighed.

"Boombox, it's okay. It's nobody here to hurt you, it's only Y/N. They look worried." He explained, gently letting Boombox go. "I'll go let them inside, okay?" Boombox wiped a tear away as Dom went to let you inside.

Opening the door, you looked up at Dom, giving him a wryly smile. He motioned for you to come inside, and you immediately saw Boombox, rushing towards him and enveloping him in a hug.

"Boombox, are you alright? I was looking everywhere for you! Medkit said-"

"Stop." Boombox cut you off, grabbing your hands and squeezing them. Your eyes widened, confused and anxious. "Just stop. Y/N I- I need to tell you something. I need to tell you the truth."

"What truth?" You inquired, the near unfamiliar feeling of fear seeping into your stomach. Boombox looked over at Dom, who nodded his head. The idol sighed.

"Y/N. Come with us, we need to talk to you. You haven't done anything wrong, but...you might not be safe." Before you could question him further, Boombox pulled you into a lung-crushing hug, squeezing the life out of you while repeatedly whispering "I'm sorry - I'm so, so sorry."

A nearby door creaked open, getting Dom's attention. Valk was looking right at him, his face riddled with nerves. Dom sighed, looking back at you and Boombox. It was time to tell you everything.

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Chapter 7: Distance

Chris tried to convince himself he was fine.

That night, after Avery had made him choose, he laid in bed staring at the ceiling, his thoughts running in circles. He told himself he’d done the right thing. He chose his girlfriend. That’s what he was supposed to do, right? That’s what a good boyfriend does—he prioritizes his relationship.

So why did it feel like he had lost something?

He hadn’t spoken to you in over a month, and now he wasn’t allowed to. The silence, once just an ache in the background, had turned into something suffocating. Every time he unlocked his phone, his fingers hesitated over your contact. He still had your number memorized, still knew exactly what he would say if he got the chance. But he wouldn’t.

Because Avery would know.

And he couldn’t go back on his word.

So instead, he distracted himself. He spent every free moment with Avery, texting her constantly, answering her calls the second his phone buzzed. He made sure she had no reason to doubt him. And it worked—at least on the surface.

Avery was happy. She was glowing, smug in the knowledge that Chris had picked her. She would randomly grab his hand and squeeze it, kiss his cheek out of nowhere, make little comments like “See? Things are better now.” And Chris would nod, forcing a smile, pretending he believed it too.

But the guilt gnawed at him.

He hadn’t realized how much he depended on you until you were gone. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed those late-night conversations, those inside jokes, those moments where he could just be himself without worrying about saying the wrong thing.

With Avery, everything felt like a test now.

One wrong move, one hesitation, and she’d look at him like she was waiting for a reason to doubt him again.

And then, one day, he saw you.

It was a random afternoon in June, and Chris was walking through the parking lot after grabbing lunch with Avery. She was talking about something—he wasn’t really listening—when his eyes landed on you across the lot.

You were laughing at something, your head tilted back slightly, the way you always did when something genuinely amused you. And just for a second, everything else faded.

Chris stopped walking.

Avery noticed immediately.

Her grip on his arm tightened. “Chris,” she said sharply.

He didn’t respond.

You hadn’t seen him yet, but that didn’t stop the wave of emotions that crashed into him all at once. He missed you. He missed you so much it physically hurt.

Avery followed his gaze, and when she saw you, her grip turned vice-like. “Seriously?” she snapped.

Chris flinched, snapping out of it. “What?”

Avery scoffed. “You’re staring at her like a lost puppy. Are you kidding me?”

Chris clenched his jaw, looking away. “I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.” Avery pulled him forward, her nails digging into his wrist. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

Chris hesitated, glancing back once more.

And that’s when you looked up.

For the first time in over a month, your eyes met.

His breath caught in his throat.

But before he could say anything, before he could even process the look on your face—surprise, sadness, something else—Avery tugged him forward, breaking the moment completely.

He let her.

Because what else could he do?

That night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Chris lay awake, staring at his phone, his fingers hovering over your name. The urge to call you, to hear your voice, to tell you everything—he could barely breathe past it.

He sat up, raking a hand through his hair. Screw it.

Before he could overthink it, he grabbed his hoodie, shoved it on, and slipped out his window.

The walk to your house felt like a blur, his heart pounding harder with every step. He knew this was wrong. He knew Avery would lose her mind if she found out.

But he couldn’t not see you.

When he reached your house, he didn’t hesitate. He climbed up the way he had so many times before, slipping through your window with ease.

You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone. The second you saw him, your eyes widened.

“Chris?”

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Hey.”

You stared at him like you couldn’t believe he was really there. “What are you doing here?”

Your expression hardened. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I know. But I didn’t know where else to go.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You were always the person I went to when things got bad.”

You looked away, exhaling shakily. “That’s not my role anymore.”

Chris’s stomach twisted. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You met his gaze, and for the first time in over a month, he saw it—the hurt. The anger. The betrayal.

“You already did.”

Chris felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs. His breath came out shaky, uneven. “No, I didn’t. I—I didn’t have a choice. Avery—she made me, she said—” He was scrambling now, desperation creeping into his voice. “She said if I loved her, I wouldn’t pick you, and—” He exhaled sharply, raking his hands through his hair. “I didn’t want to, I swear I didn’t want to.”

You shook your head. “But you still did.”

Chris took a step closer, his hands shaking. “I had to. She said I already lost you.” His voice cracked. “But I didn’t want to. I never wanted to.”

You stared at him, your arms wrapped around yourself like you were trying to hold something together. “Chris…”

“Please.” He stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t do this. I—” He inhaled sharply, his eyes glassy. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”

You exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment. When you opened them, you looked tired. “You should’ve thought about that before you left me.”

Chris clenched his jaw. “I didn’t leave you. I was forced to—”

“No.” Your voice was firm. “She might’ve given you an ultimatum, but the choice was still yours.”

Chris looked away, his breath uneven. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

You let out a small, bitter laugh. “And look where that got us.”

Chris swallowed hard, shaking his head. He was losing you. He already lost you.

But he couldn’t accept it.

“Please.” His voice broke. “I don’t care about any of it anymore. I just need you.”

You hesitated. Just for a second.

But then, you shook your head. “You should go, Chris.”

Chris opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

You turned away.

And that’s when he knew.

It was over.

For the first time, he didn’t just feel like he lost you.

He knew he had.

A/N- I teared up just a bit.

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CHAPTER 6

TAGLIST TO MASTERLIST

[fel-09]

Hello! You are doing amazing with your X Readers! I know you have done quite a few with Thranduil, but I have just one more idea! Reader lost a leg, but they have a prosthetic leg and usually wear pants that hide it so it is not common knowledge and not something they talk about. Thranduil wasn't aware of it, until he saw Reader after a battle and were grabbing their leg. When asked what they are doing they say "This came loose!" And then their prosthetic fell off suddenly.

Well, I changed your concept of the story a little and adjusted it to fit the realities of Tolkien's world so that the prosthesis would remain consistent with its context and level of development. I apologize in advance.

"In your arms I don't feel fragile "

Thranduil had never considered himself unobservant. He knew his warriors—their strength, their weaknesses, their exhaustion after battle. But when he saw you sitting on a rock by the river, hunched over and clutching your leg, he felt a strange emotion—confusion.

The battle against the orcs had been fierce, but victory was theirs. The warriors of Mirkwood were tending to the wounded, retrieving the fallen. You had been among them—relentless, agile, as always. But now…

Thranduil approached. His steps were light, but you sensed his presence before he spoke.

— "Are you wounded?"

Your head snapped up. A flicker of something passed through your eyes—not fear, not pain, but something else. Thranduil noticed it but did not show it.

— "No," you replied evenly. "Just tired."

One glance was enough for him to know you were lying.

Your fingers brushed against your leg again, slower this time, more carefully. His gaze followed, and he saw it—the way your trousers concealed something… unusual.

— "Show me."

It was not a request. The King of Mirkwood did not know hesitation, and his voice left no room for refusal.

You froze. The silence between you stretched, like an arrow held taut before release.

— "It won’t change anything," you said at last.

But still, you slowly rolled up your trouser leg.

The prosthetic was carved from wood so pale it seemed woven from moonlight. Smooth, polished, and etched with delicate elven patterns, its lines curved like the roots of an ancient tree, cradling a form too fragile, too perfect—like the limb of a porcelain doll.

Thranduil gazed at it, his face unreadable.

— "How long?"

A small, wry smile tugged at your lips.

— "Long enough for it not to matter."

He would not agree. But he did not argue.

— "That is why you move differently."

You nodded slightly.

— "The enchantments help. Without them, I wouldn’t…"

You trailed off, but Thranduil understood. He understood now, remembering how you danced among the branches—graceful, yet always with a shadow trailing behind you, something unseen. Now, he saw it.

He slowly knelt before you.

— "Why didn’t you tell me?"

You smirked.

— "So you would see me as fragile?"

His gaze lingered.

— "You are fragile."

Your fingers curled into a fist.

— "That does not make me weak."

Thranduil reached out, tracing the carved patterns on the pale wood as if feeling the lingering magic beneath his fingertips. His face remained calm, but something different flickered in his eyes.

— "No. But I see now that you have carried this weight alone."

You did not pull away.

— "And now?"

Thranduil did not answer immediately. Then his fingers moved higher, brushing against the place where the wood met flesh. His touch was warm—light, yet unmistakable.

— "Now, you will not carry it alone."

And that was enough.

Before you could say anything, he moved.

Effortlessly, Thranduil lifted you into his arms. His hold was steady, his warmth seeping through the layers of cloth and armor. For a moment, you remained still, caught between surprise and something softer, something unfamiliar.

The world around you felt distant—the sounds of the battlefield, the rustling leaves—all drowned out by the quiet steadiness of his presence.

Slowly, you let your eyes drift closed. Your arms wrapped around him, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his robes.

— "In your arms," you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "I do not feel fragile."

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

The Purple Sign. Part XI

Self-Aware! Akutagawa Ryunosuke x GN! Reader

Description: There is a Purple Sign on your door. Part XI

Fluff. Akutagawa pampering

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

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"My brother is on his way. He has the sign. Will be with you in fifteen minutes. Be ready."

You sent a quick "thanks" to Gin and start preparing.

You turn on the electronic kettle, prepared two tea mugs, take a box of black tea and a box of figs in chocolate from the drawer with Akutagawa's name on it.

You were paying attention at how much time you still have, while brewing the tea. You managed to do it just in time. Barely.

The moment you put the full teacups on the table, your door was open.

Like a black hurricane, Akutagawa crashed into you, squeezing in a hug. Black tendrils of Rashoumon moved around you two, putting you and Akutagawa in a protective cocoon.

At the end, Akutagawa ended up sitting on the floor, while you were sitting on his lap. His chest was firmly pressed against your back, he put his chin on your shoulder.

His breathing was fast. With the corner of your eye, you saw, that Akutagawa's gaze was hold as ice. He tried not to show it, but he was trembling.

You stayed silent, letting Akutagawa calm down for a bit. His embrace was tight, but it wasn't hurting you.

You could describe the current situation you were is as w drowning man holding into a life preserver, with Akutagawa being the drowning man and you being the life preserver.

Who could have thought, that Black-Fanged Hellhound could act like this.

You slowly ran your fingers through Akutagawa's hair. The position wasn't comfortable to do it, and, to be more accurate, you run fingers through a few strands of Akutagawa's hair. For now, it was enough to Akutagawa.

Soon, Akutagawa's breathing became calm again. His embrace loosened for a bit. You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it.

"There is a tea and figs on the table."

Rashoumon moved. For a moment, the cocoon was broken, but soon after Rashoumon bring tea and figs to you and Akutagawa, it was restored.

But it became bigger. It was hard to enjoy tea in your current position, so Akutagawa has let you go, and now you two were sitting opposite each other on the floor.

For a moment, you two were just holding your teacups, not making a sound. Then slowly, Akutagawa took first fig and ate it, taking a sip of his tea.

Akutagawa was one of the more difficult "cases" among BSD Cast.

Not because of the difficulty of his problems, but because of his refusal to let himself be truly vulnerable. He often held his emotions back, not letting anyone see them.

Akutagawa spoke, looking at the tea cup.

"The last month was busy. Port Mafia business were doing great. New deals were made. Some old enemies are dealt with. And I was needed. My help had true impact. It mattered."

You take a sip of your own tea.

It seems, there was an agreement between BSD Cast. If someone knew something about how another feel after gaining self-awareness, and if it was an appropriate moment to share that information, they were allowed to share it.

You knew that, when Akutagawa gained self-awareness, he, among other emotions, felt lost. He thought, that his actions were meaningless, that no matter what he had done, Port Mafia would still exist, and Dazai would still see him as a failure.

You decided to let him talk more.

"All of my actions matters here. I can do whatever I want, and there will be a reaction."

Akutagawa glared at the ceiling. He took one fig from the box. Akutagawa hissed, squeezing the fig between his fingers, before eating it.

"I feel ashamed of how I was feeling back then. It's just caught up to me."

You spoke, carefully choosing your words.

"Don't feel bad for having feelings. The situation was terrible and surreal back then, and all feelings were valid and right. There were no wrong reactions."

Akutagawa turned away from you.

"I know! I don't feel bad for feeling, I feel bad for..."

Akutagawa stopped talking and just looked at you. Silently asking you to speak.

You decided to prob.

"For letting your emotions flood your mind?"

He nodded.

"For running away from them, for overworking yourself to the bone to prove your thoughts wrong?"

He nodded again, before speaking.

"And for wanting to hurt you."

You sighed, putting the cup away. You take Akutagawa's free hand in yours, making sure, that he won't drop his teacup.

"I still stand with my point. You had the right to have negative thoughts. You had the right to dislike me. Nothing bad happened."

Akutagawa looked above your head.

"And what if something happened? What if we?"

You squeeze his hand again.

"You didn't. And past doesn't care about 'what ifs'."

Akutagawa didn't make a sound. He followed your example, putting the cup away. A quick move, and he was hugging you again.

"I know, My Sparkle, but, sometimes, I can't help but wonder if I should have reacted differently."

You whispered.

"Real people act irrational, Ryunosuke. And Real People can have troubles. And it's not a weakness, if we are asking for help, showing our vulnerable sides. That's a part of who we are."

Akutagawa froze.

"We?"

You nodded.

"Yes. We. Real people. Like you and me."

He still was silent. A small, faint smile appeared on his face. He squeezed you harder, leaving a quick, small kiss on your temple.

"Thank you, My Sparkle."

You hummed.

"You are always welcome. Want to stay here tonight?"

Akutagawa's answer was another squeeze.

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Akutagawa was warm. His breathing was lulling you to sleep. His arms were wrapped around you.

You yawned and make yourself comfortable. You hopped, that today you will make one more step in making Akutagawa comfortable opening up.

You slowly fall asleep, laying next to Akutagawa.

[cheesus-doodles]

More thoughts on Izana and Rindou's BFF, how did bestie deal with or find out about the aftermath of the battle against Toman? How did bestie react to Izana dying and Rindou going to jail once again? and how does Rindou feel about being separated from bestie once again? In canon the Tenjiuku members stayed behind and willingly got arrested, but in this scenario I can't imagine Rindou willingly staying behind and knowing he'd be separated from bestie.

why friend why would you make me think about this ;w; first and only time imma write about this because it's digging into memories in an uncomfortable place...

Rindo Tags | Masterlist

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tw: major character death, discussion about death & depression

I actually think that Rindo would willingly stay behind and go to juvenile prison with the rest of the remaining Tenjiku executives after Izana’s death, despite knowing that would mean a separation from you, his BFF.

My reasoning for this is that despite the way Izana has treated his subordinates, I think all the executives hold a lot of respect for the Tenjiku President and look up to him, either as some sort of role model or just in awe of his abilities. So no doubt that Rindo and the other executives would feel a lot of guilt over how they let things get so out of hand with Kisaki’s involvement that it resulted in his death, though I think the person bearing the most guilt would most likely still be Kakucho (after he had recovered), given he already knew how dangerous and poisonous Kisaki had been to Izana's psyche from the start.

Rindo's fraying at the edges at having been dealt so many heavy emotions and events to handle at the same time. Losing Izana was one gut punch, but the realization that he would have to spend even longer away from you - this time without anyone left to protect you on the outside - was another blow Rindo could barely take. The younger Haitani would spend a lot of time stewing over this, the sleepless nights only darkening his eyebags with every passing day, as Ran could barely force Rindo to eat, let alone call you to break the news.

Despite Rindo despising the closeness Izana shared with you, he still respected the tanned boy, and he knew that breaking the news to you would shatter your naive, glowing world, and it would be entirely his fault.

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Either way, you would eventually find out about it, one way or another, most likely through seeing Izana’s obituary in the local newspaper. Despite the beef between Mikey and Izana, I think Mikey did really want to reconnect with his long-lost brother, related or not, and the Sanos would treat Izana with the respect that Shinichiro would want him to be treated with. And despite being completely air-headed and naive, seeing who you thought was a good friend staring back at you from the newspaper would be like a punch in the gut. You'll have to reread it again and again, though it still didn't feel real.

Things become even worse when you happen across the article where you find out what really happened, a small blurb about a gang fight that ended with a casualty and a serious injury.

‎ Your world comes crashing down, the whole event leaving you stunned. You couldn't really accept it at first, even a week after the wake and funeral was over. Life went on as normal, you still attended school, ate by yourself, and then went home to struggle through homework, making sure to carve out time to visit Kakucho in hospital and Rindo in juvie. But then it was a regular sunny day after you had just visited Rindo that the sadness and grief began to set in, and you find yourself unable to stop the tears.

Your appetite crashes, and the nightmares became endless, not helped by the fact that Rindo couldn't be with you to scare off the darkness. The paranoia that settled in the base of your gut refused to be shaken, the constant whisper from the back of your head that you would lose Rindo, Ran, Kakucho in the same way.

It haunted your every thought, Izana's pale, lifeless body framed by the coffin, and your nightmares where you would see Rindo's face instead. Every bruise, cut and bandage he showed up with became another gnawing fear. You stopped going to school for a bit, taking a break to try and deal with the grief, to try and heal.

‎

Time does heal some wounds, and you eventually find yourself again, though that innocence lost never comes back. There's always a darkness in those eyes that Rindo couldn't unsee when you visit him, even though your jolly self returns, slowly. You aren't as trusting or open as you used to be, and though you stopped trying to convince Rindo to stop fighting entirely, Rindo notes that you started to track his bruises and injuries, the way your smile becomes more strained and you try to hide your clenched fists when he appears with new injuries.

[charliedawn]

I was wondering how the Hannibal family would react to the fact that they met their childhood friend, a reader? Maybe they used to be in love with her? Or were you just good friends?

Hannibal Lecter Sr.

Hannibal Sr. would greet you with perfect composure—but if you look closely, you might see his fingers tighten just slightly. You were once part of his formative years, and nostalgia is a powerful thing. But he wouldn’t let you see it. Besides, Hannibal Sr. had a terrible childhood and wouldn’t necessarily be happy reviving the memories.

"Ah…Y/N. What a surprise. Tell me, did you seek me out…or was this fate ?"

If you were childhood sweethearts, even in the innocent way, Hannibal Sr. would never have forgotten you. He’d remember everything—the way you laughed, the stories you shared, the little habits you had. Seeing you again ? It would make him remember things from his past he really would have liked to keep buried forever.

"You were always so…dear to me. I wonder, have you changed ? Or are you still the same fascinating creature I once knew ?"

Expect intense eye contact, lingering touches on your shoulder, and a deeply unhealthy interest in what you’ve been doing all these years without him. But since he is advanced in years, I would assume you are too and made a life for yourself. He would like to learn about your family and what you did during all these years. And maybe if you’re lucky…you would catch a glimpse of the nice young boy you used to play with as a child…

Hannibal Lecter Jr.

Hannibal Jr. would act like he’s completely unbothered—calm, charming, unshaken. But the moment he sees you, his mind would be racing. How ? When ? So many questions but all inconsequential next to the old feelings coming back to haunt him. Hannibal Sr. had told him you had died long ago…Obviously, he had been lied to.

"Y/N. What an unexpected reunion. You look…well."

If you were close as children, he would find it fascinating how much you’ve changed—or how much you’ve stayed the same. And if there was ever even a hint of romance between you ? He would remember every detail.

"Do you recall the last time we saw each other ? I do. Quite vividly, in fact."

Unlike his father, Hannibal Jr. would appreciate the memories of a time where things seemed so simple. He remembered when it was only the two of you at school and how excited you both were to be learning new things. If you moved on and had a life (kids, husband/wife or just new experiences) he would smile and nod politely. He would be glad you had what you always wanted…

Hannibal Jr. *takes your hand and kisses the knuckles/shakes it* : "…I have missed you, old friend. It was nice seeing you again."

Morgan Hannibal

Morgan would be completely thrown off guard at first. Let’s not forget that he was adopted quite late within the Hannibal family and he used to be abused by his old boss. He really didn’t like the man he was—weak and frustrated. But, he would hide his insecurities behind a smirk.

"Well, well. Look what the past dragged in."

If you were childhood friends, he’d be genuinely happy to see you. But if there were any romantic feelings back then ? He would be in denial. Firstly because you know who he used to be and no way would you love him and secondly, because he knows his family and would try to protect you.

"I barely recognised you. No, really—I thought you were someone else for a second. Guess I didn’t expect to see you again."

But the moment you start reminiscing ? Oh, that cocky mask would slip so fast…

"You still remember that ? Hah…yes, I guess I do too. I was a…very different man back then."

If you ever had feelings for each other ? He would smile at the past where he thought anything could be possible. And if you moved on ? He would feel sad of course but…also relieved that you managed to have a good life without him.

Kevin Hannibal

Kevin’s reaction would be immediate and emotional. He wouldn’t even try to hide it—he’d just stare at you in shock, his mouth opening slightly before he lets out an incredulous laugh.

"Holy shit. Y/N ?!"

He’d walk up to you, still blinking in disbelief, and then—without even thinking—pull you into a tight hug.

"Damn…I thought I’d never see you again."

If you were childhood best friends, Kevin would be overwhelmed by emotions. He’d immediately start talking about the old days, asking if you remember this or that, laughing as old memories flood back.

But if you were his first love ? Oh, now it gets complicated.

"Do you ever think about back then ? About us ?" Unlike his brothers, Kevin wouldn’t play games—if he still had feelings, he’d let them slip through before he could stop himself. But if you moved on ? He would respect it. Besides, he is technically still a wanted criminal so…Yeah. Not the right time for relationships.

Peter Hannibal

Peter would be stunned. Completely speechless for a few seconds, just staring at you with wide, teary eyes. And then—he’d immediately get emotional.

"Y/N ! Oh my God, it’s really you !" He’d rush forward and grab your hands, squeezing them tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. "I missed you—I missed you so much ! I thought about you all the time ! You—you still remember me, right ?"

If you were just childhood friends ? He’d be overjoyed to see you again, rambling about how he always wondered what happened to you. But if you were his first crush ? He’s absolutely melt and hold you tight.

"I—uh—I used to…I mean, I kind of—um, never mind !"

Peter is not good at hiding his emotions, so if he ever had feelings for you ? You’re gonna know.

[johtoes]

♯┆𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 .ᐟ

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synopsis: Loving Yuji should have made it easy to ignore the way Sukuna’s presence made your skin prickle. You hated him—his arrogance, his cruelty, the way he watched you like he was waiting for you to break. But no matter how much you denied it, something darker simmered beneath the hatred—a pull neither of you could stand to name. When the tension finally snaps, Sukuna makes his move, leaving you caught between desire and the betrayal threatening to consume you.

pairing: Sukuna x Reader, Yuji x Reader

warnings: Enemies-to-lovers tension, dubious consent (forceful kiss), manipulation & mind games, emotional conflict and guilt.

wordcount: 800+

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It always started the same way.

Yuji would be standing there, talking to you with that bright, familiar smile. But the moment the air shifted, you knew. That was when Sukuna decided it was time.

His presence crashed over the room like a tidal wave—cold, suffocating. You froze, every muscle in your body locking up as something dark and dangerous settled in your chest. His aura was unmistakable, twisted and heavy, wrapping around you like invisible chains.

In an instant, Yuji’s warm brown eyes faded, swallowed by something sharp and calculating. That was the only warning before the dark markings spread across his skin, curling like fire licking up his arms. The full takeover.

Your stomach dropped.

Sukuna’s voice slithered through the air, smooth, condescending, dripping with amusement.

“Ah, Y/n, sweetheart. There you are again—my favorite little distraction.”

Your jaw tightened. You refused to look at him, knowing the satisfaction it would bring him. But that only made his grin widen.

“Don’t call me that,” you snapped, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. Your heart pounded as his eyes flickered with amusement, sharp as a blade. He was watching you—no, studying you, like a predator toying with its prey.

“Oh? You don’t like it?” Sukuna took a slow step forward, his presence crushing. “Maybe you like it more than you’re willing to admit. I can see it in your eyes, Y/n.” His head tilted slightly. “How interesting.”

Your pulse spiked. He was right. That was the worst part. You hated the way his energy filled the space, the way his voice made your skin tingle, the way he always knew exactly what to say to get under your skin. It was like he could see right through you, past every wall you had ever built.

But you weren’t going to let him win.

“I’m with Yuji,” you bit out, voice steady despite the storm raging inside you. “I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.”

Sukuna clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Yuji, Yuji, Yuji. Always the excuse.” His voice dropped to something low and mocking. “Tell me, Y/n, how long are you going to keep pretending? Hiding behind that pathetic little boy?”

Your hands curled into fists. You knew what he was doing—poking at your defenses, trying to make you crack. But that didn’t stop the anger from bubbling to the surface.

“I’m not pretending,” you spat, though your voice wavered just slightly. “I’m nothing like you.”

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed. “Nothing like me?” His smirk deepened, and in one swift step, he was in front of you, towering over you, his presence overwhelming. “Are you so sure about that, sweetheart?”

You barely had time to react before his fingers brushed against your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was featherlight, yet it sent a jolt through your entire body. You flinched, stepping back, but it was useless—he was already there, closing the distance with ease.

The air between you crackled, thick with something you refused to name. You struggled to fight it, to ignore the way your breath hitched, to pretend his presence wasn’t suffocating in a way that made your head spin.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “You’re wrong. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Sukuna chuckled—low and dark, like he was enjoying your resistance. “You’re a terrible liar, Y/n.” His voice softened, turning almost playful. “You want this more than you realize.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours.

It was a kiss that burned, that seared through every inch of you. There was no tenderness, no hesitation—just raw, unrelenting demand. His hands gripped your arms, pulling you into him, and all you could feel was the sheer force of him, the power radiating from his body, the way his touch ignited something deep inside you that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

Your mind screamed at you to pull away, to fight back, to shove him off. You hated it—you hated how easily he made you lose yourself, how every part of you screamed for escape while something deeper, something darker, whispered for more.

But there was no escape. Not from him. Not from the curse that had ensnared you.

Sukuna pulled back, his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes alight with victory. “See?” he purred, voice dripping with satisfaction. “You wanted it. You wanted me. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Your chest heaved, words stuck in your throat. You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

Sukuna leaned in one last time, his breath ghosting against your lips. “You may belong to that fool, Yuji,” he murmured, his voice cruel, taunting. “But your heart… your body… they’re mine.”

Then, just like that, the air shifted again. The markings vanished, and Yuji’s familiar brown eyes returned. He blinked in confusion, rubbing his head as if waking from a strange dream.

“What… what just happened?” Yuji asked, his voice dazed.

But you didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

You turned on your heel and walked away, needing to escape before you cracked—before you admitted the truth, even to yourself.

But Sukuna’s words,his kiss, lingered like a ghost in your mind.

And deep down, you knew.

This wasn’t over.

[namgyunation]

Do you see Nam-gyu introducing his s/o to drugs or do you think he’d be the type to shield you from that type of thing?

cw; talking about drug usage and unhealthy stuff here

mmmm based off of my interpretation of him, i don’t think he’d really try to “shield” you. just doesn't seem like something he'd do

i also don't think he would gaf if you knew about his substance abuse. you're his s/o. if you're with him, he's prob thinking "this is what you signed up for when you got with me." i could see him hiding it from his family, but not you.

with a job like his, it'd be pretty hard to hide, anyways. if anything, i think he'd try to at least hide or be vague about the intensity of the drugs he takes and just how addicted / dependent he is on them. he'd probably try to convince you that it's just something casual that he does or brush you off if you display any concern

i could see him wanting to keep the details of his drug usage off your radar, but not because he’s like. concerned that he’ll be a bad influence or rub off on you, or anything. nor would he do it with the intent of trying to protect you or keep you "innocent" / drug-free.

i don’t think he’d enthusiastically be like “here baby, snort this!!! take this pill!!! ❤️” out of nowhere or straight from the jump when he enters a relationship with his s/o. he also doesn’t seem like the type of dude to go out of his way to share what drugs he’s taking or even just his emotions in general. he seems like he’d be very closed off and be more than happy to keep that part of his life from you if you never asked / pushed the issue.

i think he’d just want to avoid his s/o giving him a hard time: asking too many questions about what he’s doing, how it’s affecting him, his health, their finances, and their relationship, and/or trying to get him to stop. he just wants to do what he wants while still keeping you in his life. he doesn't want you to complicate or overdramaticize things with your concern. he knows what hes doing and can handle himself.

but i think if you expressed any sort of interest or vague curiosity, he might initially be shocked, find it amusing, and be surprisingly interested in the idea of introducing you to something, jokingly offer to get you stuff, though he genuinely would if you just straight up asked him to do so.

i think he’d find it interesting / somewhat exciting to see your first-time reactions to things and would find himself enjoying it more than he expected to somewhere along the way, though i don’t think he’d force it on you. if you wanted to stop, he would be cool with that and drop it immediately. it doesn't matter to him whether or not you do drugs or are on the same page as him. he's doing his thing, and you're doing yours. he wouldn't mind and would be just as open to it if you were to ask him about it again later down the line, though.

if you asked him to give you something and lead you through it, i think he’d derive some sort of enjoyment from knowing a lot about something that you don’t, being your sole source of information on the topic, and knowing he's the first and only person that you experience those types of things with.

i could see him being an obnoxious ass trip-sitter just because he thinks it's funny / even getting some sort of ego because of it.

eg. if you start off with weed, he’s laughing at you for coughing, not knowing how to inhale right, and/or making a stupid, exaggerated face when you exhale. when you overestimate your tolerance and get high as fuck, he’s purposefully putting stupid shit on the tv to gauge your reaction (maybe some dumb children’s cartoon or compilation of idk. plants growing timelapse), laughing at you when you're super focused on it (not mean, just teasing / amused), and maybe he takes a few selfies with you to tease you about it later. he would smoke with you, too, but purposefully stays mostly sober so he can take care of you. also, his tolerance is naturally way higher than yours, and i think he'd find it funny if you got high extremely quick.

he says shit like "oh, i invited your entire family and also a hundred of your friends over to the apartment, and they're outside right now. i hope you don't mind" just to get a funny reaction out of you.

he's not entirely mean, though, and despite having his fun, he still wanted to make sure that your experience was good and comfortable from the get-go. he thought ahead and set out snacks and drinks for when you inevitably got the munchies / dry mouth. he has a line up of funny things to watch and a blanket set out to make sure that you're fine. he doesn't leave you alone. even though it's just weed, he doesn't want to scare you.

he feels good and pats himself on the back for taking care of you. he probably enjoys knowing that in that moment, you're completely depending on him and looking at him like he has all the knowledge in the world. he deeply enjoys the fact that you trust him enough to rely on him and trust that you'll come out of the experience okay, because he's there.

nowww, getting on to other drugs outside of weed, i could see him being more serious about it and wanting to make sure that you're okay. he's open and more than happy to provide you with the things you're showing interest in. sharing his knowledge that's completely foreign and new to you and bringing you into 'his world' is satisfying for him, but once it starts to get a little more dodgy / serious, he's very firm on asking you if you're sure and asks a lot more questions. "what are you feeling?" "what do you see?" "do you need water?" "tell me what's going on." etc. he doesn't completely coddle you, but he's not going to leave you alone, either.

also, i was obsessed with breaking bad in middle school LMAO, so it's leaking into this post... sometimes when i think about nam-gyu, i can't help but think about jessie pinkman. there's a particular scene in the show where jessie's gf, jane, introduces him to heroin for the first time, and i think i could see nam-gyu being like jane in this particular scene, with jessie being his s/o that he's introducing shit to.

over time, if you continued to express clear, enthusiastic interest and prove to him that you could handle it, i think that's when he'd finally let himself relax and do drugs with you, rather than staying sober to monitor you. i think he'd grow accustomed to doing things with you, almost falling into a routine or having it be "your thing." he'd sneak things from work that other people gave to him or things that he was supposed to be giving to VIPs and bring it home to share with you. he'd find that getting high with you specifically was more fun for him than when he did it with others.

ending it off with something somewhat lighthearted: after a while, nam-gyu realizes that he's actually kind of excited to have a long-term buddy to get high with. he would start suggesting that the two of you smoke a joint and then go to the aquarium, art gallery, the zoo, etc. if he got something new, he wouldn't let himself try it and wait until he got home to be with you.

tldr; i don't think he'd shield you, but he wouldn't be super open about it either if you didn't ask or push him to talk about it. if you asked him to introduce you to it, he'd find himself oddly excited by the idea. he'd do it but would make sure to keep you comfortable and ask you over and over if you were sure once you got to the more serious shit. he wouldn't push it, either, in the case that you wanted to stop or were uncertain.

[jiro-kirisaki-no1-fan]

Episode 14 rant

THAT NEW CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD

Jiro my baby I love you forever❤️ I was so worried for him especially during his episode oh my god

I KNEW that Yuri was in Frostheim before. IT WAS SO OBVIOUS!

There's this theory that Yuri failed to treat Jin's mother, hence why he's actually terrified of failing to treat all his patient. I believe this could be revealed later🙏

Aaaa when these annoying fuckass students started to make fun of him. I'm so glad Jiro stepped in🙏 it would have been so awkward.

It was kinda sad when he started to cry. I felt a bit bad for him of course, but he did deserve it... Like, he was being such a prick to everyone and his ego was so high and he behaved as if he's the greatest and best one out there, which, I'll have to be honest, is super annoying. So him getting humbled did satisfy me somewhat. Especially when Jiro and the MC just stood there. It was so awkward.

HOWEVER Jiro is NOT cold🙏 He cares for Yuri, obviously. Because without Yuri he can't survive. He's very direct and logical and doesn't do pointless things. When the Frostheim students wouldn't leave, he stepped in for Yuri, sort of, and made them leave, giving him privacy to be vulnerable. I think that's kinda cute. I think, since Jiro is such a logical person, that he has struggle to comfort others. I bet he wants to but just cannot find the right words.

Oh god with all the pressure and the absolutely CRUSHING of his self-esteem, and possibly being reminded of his time at Frostheim, it's only natural to now have trouble treating Jiro. It's so insane. God I panicked too. I actually really like that the developers showed this because it makes Yuri look more human and less like an arrogant, prideful, mad scientist type of guy.

THIS WHOLE SEQUENCE 💔

It made me tear up

Yuri cares so much for Jiro omg I wish. Jiro also calling him pathetic 😭🙏 AHH but saying he can cry when they're alone, when no other person is there, was so cute. He wants to protect Yuri as well, not just in fights, but maybe in an emotional sense too? I love him. It's so heartbreaking to see Yuri cry here. This made me feel bad for him because Jiro ended up in the infirmary because of him. And it's really important as a doctor to stay concentrated and vigilant when dealing with patients, so him being so nervous after the ordeal with the Frostheim students was only bound to end up with Jiro on the verge of death.

I LOVE how Jiro gave Yuri the hint with the incubation period. Because Yuri loves solving the cases, and Jiro knows that. That hint was enough to make Yuri solve everything and he lightened up again. I 100% believe Jiro did that to comfort him.

HE EVEN SMILED when Yuri solved the case!!! He's like "I'm so proud of you" omgmggmgm

God I hate Hyde so much. Frostheim (except for Kaito and Luca) are my biggest opps istg.

There's still so many questions, for example what Sinostra wants from Mortkranken, or whatever Frostheim is planning??? For Sinostra it's probably the spider eggs but I have no idea what Frostheim wants from them.

ANYWAY the Chapter was SO AMAZING!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!! Might be the best Chapter oat🙏

[revserrayyu]

3.1 Amphoreus thoughts [part 2]

***Spoilers ahead*** for everything up until the rematch with the Flame Reaver, so turn away now if you don’t wanna get upset. At the time of writing this I’ve completed the full story quest so be wary if I mention any details that may happen later.

Starting off nice and calm with the ladies heading to the hot baths for some fun and sweet lord how did Aglaea become even prettier?? I’m in awe.

This whole splitting of the souls chatter reminds me of Harry Potter horcruxes. Becoming a demigod doesn’t seem like the most fantastical job in the world if it comes with such a big drawback, such as this or having your emotions slowly fade (as seen with Aglaea). I can only wonder what Mydei will have to deal with now.

The teasing just never ends between these two and it’s giving me life. Every interaction they have is such a joy to listen to.

Dang, no wonder our boy couldn’t overcome the trail. He was faced with the most tragic day of his life and all the trauma that came with it.

Okay thank heavens someone said it! Every time Mydei would mention how fear/fleeing/romance or any other word that shows weakness isn’t in the Kremnoan language I wanted to ask him like, okay, so what words are there then??

Mydei speaks so fondly of his fallen comrades. Being immortal really is cruel, and it hurts even more that we walk past all of his buddies again in a memory where they’re so excited to see him return.

At some point, Mydei’s teacher infiltrates the vortex by sorta kinda kidnapping Trinnon to do so and after going through this long spiel about the future of Mydei and the Kremnoans that I truthfully wasn’t paying that close attention to, Aglaea decides enough is enough and doesn’t hesitate to most likely execute him.. until Trinnon speaks up. I can’t lie, I genuinely find it a bit comical how quick this woman is to just end anyone who dares break any rules in this city.

So.. this image. First things first, I love that he uses such language at his father. Secondly, can I trade places with him? I’d love to open my eyes and see this marvelous man looking down on me. Step on me, king~

Poor guy has every one of his people wishing to return home to Kremnos someday with him as their king and yet he’s terrified on letting the miserable traditions continue if he decides to take the crown. It really is a difficult decision. Do you keep everyone safe and unhappy, or allow them to thrive in a world of danger?

Oohhh buddy, why must everyone on this planet be gorgeous?? Her mom is looking like a long lost cousin of Argenti and Himeko.

Not gonna lie but this whole scene with the dolls felt so Sparkle coded that it scared me. I honestly jumped the first time everything glitched out.

Well that’s a bright, red death flag if I ever saw one. Some trailers already gave me bad feelings regarding Tribbie, but this worsens it.

Pfftt, Aglaea has no chill and I’m here for it. Protect your people, queen!

I mean, sure, choosing how you pass on individually on your own terms may be better than losing every part of yourself all at once, but Aglaea has a point too, that seeing the many Tribios clones perish over and over again is a lot harder than having it happen just once and being done with. It’s not an easy situation to be in for either side.

It really is incredible how powerful these century gates are and it kinda reminds me of Finral’s spacial magic (Black Clover) the way it’s able to teleport others and redirect incoming attacks or enemies.

If I wasn’t already panicking then I sure am now! Look how upset and scared these cuties are! They know Trianne’s pushing herself too far for their sake and there’s truly nothing that they could do to stop what happens next, especially after seeing how much weaker she’s been getting recently.

Aaahhh, I knew it.. seeing this scene from the Song of Divine Silence trailer gave me such bad vibes from the moment I saw it! And after learning the whole meaning behind “see you tomorrow” just makes everything hurt twice as much!! Trianne was definitely my favorite out of the trio too.. this is such a bummer!

We interrupt the sudden heartbreak to bring you an adorably surprised Trailblazer.

I do love that Mydei trusts Phainon with his one and only weakness. I dunno how thrilled I’d be if such a literal backstabbing does take place in a future patch though.

Anaxa, the renowned scholar, using his gun as a shield against the Flame Reaver.. he’s doing his best. Forgive me but I do not remember much of this cutscene to know if he ever used the weapon the proper way. I was in a mix of tears and hype at this point.

Bro look at how relieved Phainon is when he noticed that Mydei has arrived to help them with the fight! That’s such a wonderful smile.

Sir, your confidence! It’s extraordinary! And I’m also very pleased with your sudden assistance!

Just two bros, ready to go knock some sense into a common enemy. What could possibly be better than that?

Okay, so I dunno about everyone else, but how did we feel about this fight? I personally had no trouble at all, even when we first fought him at the grove. The way they showcased him during the 3.1 livestream, I figured he was gonna be serious trouble, but I think the Nikador boss offered a tougher challenge. I didn’t even get the chance to see this dude’s big, fancy attack animation.

Look at him, protecting his man. What a good lad. We still dunno anything about what Phainon’s path or element would be, but for some reason he gives Preservation vibes? like I know he wields a giant sword and is quite capable of using for offense, but seeing him defend Mydei like this makes me think he can use it as a sort of counter I guess? Maybe give me a taunt too? Who knows. We definitely need more Preservation units though.

All hail the new king successfully securing another win for all.

I feel like a whole lot just happened in such a short amount of time. Next post should cover the rest of this patch.

[david-bearman]

9 for gewis on the smut game maybe 🥹

shout out to the gc for this one!

9) revenge sex (light dubious consent)

smut list or kink list

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Lewis knew that George would avoid him for the coming few days if he let him, and so he made the easy choice to pick George for his winner's room. He needed to talk to him about their fight on track, apologise, make George understand it wasn't that serious off track.

He had been pacing up and down the hotel room that had been designated as the winner's room, waiting for George to open the door and let himself in. An official had already let him know that George had accepted his request, and that he would be there as soon as possible.

Lewis took an other deep breath as the door opened, George walked in holding a bag. His facial expresions where painfully neutral, not a single emotion showing on his face.

Scared to say something wrong Lewis let George put his things away, only following him with his eyes, not daring to say anything.

When their eyes met again, frustration had seeped into George's eyes. It made Lewis take a controlled breath, swallowing his reflex to start defending himself.

"Why the hell did you do that?" George asked, hands on his hips.

Lewis sighed, "Look, it was not my intention. You took such a wide line and-"

George cut him off with a harsh tone, "Why did you invite me to the winner's room?"

For a moment Lewis felt like he had no footing underneath him, he could only barely gather himself together as he answered, "I wanted to talk, I knew you would avoid me if I didn't"

He showed his hands in a gestured of peace, taking a step closer to George.

Lewis often forgot George was taller than him, he was soft spoken around him and never used his height as an intimidation tactic. In that moment however, Lewis was harshly reminded as George fisted the front of his t-shirt and in one move pressed him up against the door.

Before he could protest George's hands were on his belt, undoing the buckle. The button to his jeans followed immediately, and without any hesitation pulled both his pants and udnerwear down.

Lewis was embaressed to notice that he was half hard, the anticipation of seeing George in a setting like this doing more to him than he was willing to admit.

"You really did not have to crash into me to get my attention."

Lewis sputtered heavily, "George! I just wanted to talk this out with you, really. Nothing else."

The moment that sentence left Lewis' mouth he realised how nuts he looked with his half hard cock out and his pants down to his calves, swearing there was nothing going on.

George gave him a hard stare as he sunk down onto his knees and pressed his face into Lewis' crotch. Nosing alongside his length made Lewis exhale sharply, his hand shooting down to George's hair and grabbing it firmly.

In that moment Lewis let everything go, nothing mattered anymore the second George's pink lips took in his cock. He let out a deep moan as his cock his the back of his throat, the muscles closing around his dick.

George sucked him off with such determination it turned Lewis on even more, he held eye contact with Lewis the best he could. His gaze made Lewis' skin tingle all over, his nerves set alight.

"Fuck, George, fuck."

Lewis took a few deep breaths as George continued sucking him off like it was his life's sole mission. It was what tuened him on about George so much, no matter what he put his mind to he always did it with dedication and determination. Maybe that's why they kept finding each other on track.

The thought of all of their on track battles made the orgasm in his pelvis crash into crescendo, as he came deep down George's throat.

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I really couldn't even begin to put into words how I feel right now I'm just feeling so many things at once, FUUUCCKFKKKK I MISSED AKI SO FUCKING MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!