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borathae · 6 months ago

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↳ Index [Day 12 - Sensory Play]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Yoongi x sub f.!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, second chance!AU, Gangster!AU

Kinks: romantic love making, morning sex, somnophilia, he wakes her with oral sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), hair pulling (m.receiving), biting (m.receiving), finger sucking (f.giving), body worship, sensory deprivation with a sleeping mask, praise kink, good girl kink, sensory play, knife play, wax play, but nothing of it hurts her, use of a vibrator, orgasm control & edging, subby girl tears, lots of begging, he is so gentle and loving with her, penetrative vaginal sex in missionary, hand holding, choking (f.receiving), loving dirty talk, creampie, strength kink, protective!Yoongi, she feels so safe being his sub, loving aftercare, some plot: mentions of past struggles with sex because of bad mental health, mentions of corrupt police work, the character growth we all wanted from Yoongs

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: all you had to say was say gangster!yoongi and vanilla sex and I KNEW I had to give you the sequel to TCOFU about their mountain holiday. like! do we all get her now and why she couldn’t leave him? like he is really that man omfg oh lord

Yoongi regrets a lot in his life. Quite frankly, he regrets most of his life. He regrets the choices he made and the consequences they bore. He regrets the people he killed because he couldn’t save them and regrets the people he killed because he was reckless. He regrets the hearts he broke and the dreams he crushed. He was a good person once, someone with ambitions and dreams. He was someone who wanted to change the world for the better and he truly thought that he could. And then reality woke him and turned him from a dreaming boy to a hopeless man.

Yoongi still remembers the breaking point. The true, actual breaking point. He remembers what lunch he had that day. Bibimbap with sausages because you ran out of beef the day before. Yoongi loved eating it, but soon felt it sit in his stomach heavily. Yoongi remembers what he wore that day. His uniform with his favourite pair of socks, which he couldn’t look at after that day. Yoongi also remembers that he cried on the toilet that day because that day was the moment he felt helpless for the first time. A crime happened in his precinct, but the criminal was never punished because it was his boss. His former captain, who was caught with pornographic images of non-consenting women on his hard drive. It was swiped under the rug because he was friends with a politician in a rather high position, who just so happened to know some vultures which called themselves reporters from the press. The women were never allowed justice and the captain ended up working for another three years. Yoongi woke up that day and then began making decisions which were so right at first before he was blinded by the power they brought him.

He became a cop who lived two lives. By day he tried to serve the law and by night he disobeyed it for the sake of helping those who were forgotten by it. It was honourable at first but then he became greedy and the decisions he began making were regretful.

Yoongi regrets a lot of the things he did. He regrets the choices he made, the choices he didn’t make and most of all, he regrets how he treated the person he loved most.

You.

He regrets most how he treated you.

He became cold, distant and took your affection for granted.

He regrets it. He really does. You have always been the person most important to him and yet he treated you like shit. When you broke up with him, he expected it but never welcomed it. He knew he needed to change for your sake. For his woman and his love. He never thought that you would take him back, but you did and he swore to himself to make you not regret it.

Yoongi woke before you from the thunderstorm outside. The thunder ripped him awake, making him think for just a moment that he was in danger until he remembered where he was. In the mountains with you far away from the cursed city with its disgusting people.

You wanted to leave it behind and he wanted to make it possible. He knew that you were struggling for quite awhile now. He also knows that it was mostly his fault and regrets it so deeply that it hurts, but he also knows that the city was at fault. It is dirty and corrupt and filled with suffering. You always had a good heart and an empathetic soul and this city ruined you. Yoongi thought that he could fix it for you, he hoped that he could, but he sometimes thinks that he only made it worse. You said so yourself. He fucked it up, just as much as he fucked you up. Yoongi truly regrets a lot in his life.

Thunder cuts through the silence. You flinch in your sleep, instinctively drawing closer to him. Yoongi shushes you quietly, brushing his hand over your head in soothing. Your body instantly relaxes, a content sound leaves you in a sleepy sigh. Yoongi feels happy witnessing it.

He thinks that he might have finally done something right with this holiday. Yesterday he watched you take a deep breath and relax your shoulders afterwards. You haven’t done this in so long. The day before that, you ate two portions of lunch because you finally had an appetite again. In the car on your way to the mountains, there was a moment where you talked about how beautiful the landscape was. And right now, you are smiling in your sleep as he pets your hair slowly. You are starting to feel like the woman he fell in love with all these years ago. Not burdened by the suffering of others, not suffocated by the toxic fumes of the city, not shackled by your own thoughts. You feel like you and you look happy.

You look really happy.

Yoongi traces your eyebrows, heart taking each beat just so he could gaze at you for longer. You are the very reason he breathes. From the very first moment he loved you, he knew that he would do anything for you. He would set the whole world on fire for you. Even kill and he has done so in the past. The scar running down his face will be a visual reminder of it for the rest of his life. On most days, he hates looking at it because he feels ugly with it, but on some days he remembers that if he wasn’t carrying this scar right now, you would have to run around with the memory of being violated by cruel monsters which call themselves men. He stops hating the scar then and swears that he would do it again. He would take a knife to the face over and over again if it meant that you will always be safe. He took this oath years ago and swears to never break it.

Another thunder cuts through the silence as if God Herself was whipping the sky. You flinch awake from it, taking a deep gasp of fear. Your eyes show your feelings.

“Hush, it’s okay. It’s just thunder”, Yoongi whispers, cradling your cheek.

Your fearful eyes lock with his’. Your voice doesn’t want to come out as your lips form his name.

“It’s okay. You’re safe”, he promises and kisses your forehead.

You exhale deeply, touching his chest. His skin practically comes alive where you touch him. You are so warm from sleep.

You crane your neck so you are looking up into his eyes. Thunder and lightning. You don’t flinch anymore, instead, your lips curl into a toothless smile.

Yoongi retorts it, brushing his thumb under your eye.

“I’ve been awake for a while. The storm woke me. I thought someone was trying to fucking shoot me.”

You agree with a knowing snicker and a nod of your head. He chuckles with you.

“I watched you sleep.” He traces the slope of your nose, forcing your eyelids to grow heavy. “You smiled in your sleep.”

“It’s because I’m happy”, you get out and shiver with your entire body, “Yoongi, I feel comfortable”, you confess, cuddling into his chest.

Yoongi hugs you, kissing the crown of your head and closing his eyes. Comfortable might be a normal state to most people, but you haven’t felt like this in too long. Yoongi cherishes your confession deeply.

He begins running his fingertips up and down your back. It draws you closer to him and for your happy purr to meet his ears.

“Do you like this?” he asks you in a barely there whisper.

You nod your head, humming your answer. He answers you in a hum as well, continuing his touches.

You fall back to sleep like this, cradled in his strong arms and against his safe chest as he pets you slowly. The rain and thunder lull you back to sleep as well, now that you know that nothing can hurt you. You are with him and he will always keep you safe.

You don’t quite know how much time passed, but it must have been enough for the thunderstorm to stop. Only rainfall can be heard now. But that isn’t what wakes you. No. Warm, slick pleasure between your legs does.

“Ah”, you get out, sleepily arching your back and reaching down to see what is making you feel so good. Your legs close around a head, your fingers meet bundles of soft hair.

Strong hands touch your inner thighs and push your legs apart again. The warm, slick pleasure stops in a sucking sensation. Lips against your inner thigh, teeth in soft bites as well. Sucks and licks and kisses.

“Good morning, beautiful”, Yoongi rasps between his kisses, “don’t let me wake you, just relax”, he breathes and connects his eager mouth with your pussy again. He sucks and licks, moaning softly each time your clit is between his pouty lips.

It feels so good that you can’t help but whimper. He is so warm and soft. Judging from how wet you are, he has been doing this for quite a while. That explains why your dreams started to become so sinful.

You are delirious from sleep, both numb and sensitive, so what he is currently doing is a lot. You can’t talk yet because you are too tired, making a small sound and twisting his hair. You do it so weakly that Yoongi barely feels it.

He smiles and tongue kisses your clit with his eyes closed in bliss. You are especially precious when you are sleepy. You get so weak and quiet despite trying to be so strong and loud. Yoongi swears he would do unspeakable things to anyone who dared to disturb you in this state. His protectiveness almost makes him feral.

But he doesn’t let the feralness consume him. No. He runs his big, strong hands to your waist and places a protective touch on the softest part. Your skin dimples where his fingertips lie. Yoongi knows the meaning of to have and to hold when he can hold you like this, when he can have you like this.

Your weak body writhes helplessly, your throat produces a small sound. Yoongi soothes you by rubbing your waist and purring around your clit.

“Oh my god”, you get out in a breathy whisper and whimper, legs closing around his head in a quick twitch and body convulsing in the sudden high his purrs drag out of you.

Yoongi moans, wrapping his muscular arms around your tensing legs and moving his hot tongue on your clit eagerly. Your noises are heaven to him. So sweet, so cute, so perfect. He loves nothing more than making you feel good.

You sob softly, overwhelmed by what he makes you feel. You aren’t even properly awake yet to take in the sensations and now he has you orgasming. It feels like too much and yet so good.

He expected you to orgasm quickly, but not that quickly. He is delirious, rutting the sheets with his aching cock as his tongue makes sweet love to your pussy. This is heaven to him. True heaven.

“Sto…stop”, you breathe out after your high turns into overstimulation. “Plea..stop…”

Yoongi listens to your begs, kissing a path up your naked body. It wasn’t always naked but he undressed you so he could gaze at you and worship every inch of you. He missed you a lot in the three months you and he were separated. He needs to truly appreciate every second with you and memorise it so it will always stay with him.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your tender skin slowly. Like this, his hard cock rubs against your thigh. He is naked as well because he wanted to share the state with you. Perhaps there is even a chance that he spent a good ten minutes holding you as you slumbered so his skin could finally feel you again.

You sigh and chase him. Yoongi understands, giving you what you crave so deeply. A kiss. A slow, deliberate tongue kiss where each second counts and each movement is filled with emotion.

You shiver, burying your hands deep in his soft hair and making him shiver with it. You and he draw closer, skins touching and lips moving with so much more passion. This is the first time you and he have sex here.

Yoongi has been wanting, craving, you ever since this holiday started, but he knew not to pressure you. You seemed drained and in need of healing. He wanted to give you time to do so. He held back, but he can’t hold back anymore.

The way you kiss him, lets him know that you don’t want to hold back either. You bury your fingers deeper in his dark hair, making him purr contently.

Yoongi has the thickest and healthiest hair ever. It is dark black, except for when the sunlight hits it and turns it a warm dark chocolate brown. He wears it slicked back on most days because he wants to look his best as police captain. When he is with you like this however, tangled in the sheets with your bodies still warm from sleep, his hair is unstyled. It is messy and it is soft from the lack of product. It hangs into his face or gets ruffled when you play with it just right. You could honestly write songs about his morning hair.

You break the kiss to look at him in his pretty state. You open your eyes. Darkness. A nervous sound leaves you, fingers coming up to touch your eyes. Soft fabric. How peculiar.

“Don’t be scared. It’s just an eye mask. To heighten your senses”, Yoongi assures you, tracing it gently and with it, ridding you of your fear. “Do you want me to take it off?”

“No.”

You drop your hands again, sighing his name. He kisses your neck, talking to you like this. He rests his hands on your wrists, long fingers stretching along your palms. There is no pressure involved, neither strength, and yet you still feel so claimed. In a good way of course.

“I want more of you”, he purrs, running his thumbs up and down your tender wrists.

You whimper and squirm, legs opening.

“But don’t worry, I know you’re not ready yet. Let’s play a game.”

“A game?" you talk in the kind of voice you only possess when you are in subspace. It is soft and a little higher in pitch and brings out Yoongi’s desire to protect.

“Yes a fun game. You’ll like it.”

“Please.”

Yoongi begins kissing your face as he talks. It feels so good to receive. Everything he does and did to you feels so good. This is what you needed from him for months.

“Okay so, next to us are five things. My necklace, my knife, a candle, your makeup brush and a leaf. You have to guess with which of the things I’m touching you. How does that sound?”

“Fun. Really fun.”

“Yes?”

You nod your head, putting your hands above your head in a submissive squirm. Yoongi smiles, heart skipping a beat in giddiness. He would do anything for you. He really would.

“I knew that you would like it. Any of the things you don’t want me to touch you with? I guess most are soft, except the knife and wax. I won’t cut you and the wax will be hot, but not painful. Is it okay for you?”

“Yes, really okay.” you writhe and sigh, parting your legs for nothing in particular.

“Good, that’s good. You can stop this anytime you need to. Your voice matters, sweetest. Your safety does as well.”

You whimper in emotion, healing from deep wounds. This is exactly what you needed from Yoongi. This kind of care and love and safety. You were so scared that giving him another chance will end in your heartbreak, but instead he is proving to you how honest he was in his promises to change.

“You’re important to me”, he kisses your cheek, “you’re so fucking important.”

“Yoongi”, your voice trembles as it leaves you.

“Mhm, my sweet girl.” He kisses your ear softly and straightens up. He rubs his hands up and down your stomach gently. “Ready for the first item?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be scared to guess wrong. There won’t be punishments, just rewards.”

“Rewards?”

“Mhm, guess correctly and you’ll find out.”

“Okay”, you sigh.

Yoongi climbs off your lap. You listen with bated breath. The sheets ruffle as he gets comfortable. Then sudden silence which he breaks in a soft rasp.

“Ready?”

You nod your head.

“Use your voice, sweetest.”

“Yes, I’m ready”, you whisper cutely, sending his heart into overdrive.

With a racing pulse, he lowers the brush to your collarbone.

“Oh”, you gasp with the first touch, chasing it.

Yoongi lets your skin soak up the feelings, guiding the brush up to your shoulder and down your arm. He dances it over your chest, circling your nipples. Then he guides it up your other arm, over your shoulder and back to your collarbone.

“What’s the first item?” he asks you in soft spoken voice, guiding the brush back to your nipples to circle them. He is obsessed with the way your body reacts. Goosebumps and swollen nipples. You are so beautiful with the most perfect reactions.

“Feels nice.”

“Of course it does, but what is it?” he is chuckling his words, finding you beyond adorable.

“Uhm..”, you shudder as he tickles your neck with it, “brush?”

“Mhhm good girl”, Yoongi praises, placing the brush aside to get your reward. He turns it on.

You instantly move your head into the direction of the sound, gasping his name.

“Can you guess your reward?” Yoongi asks, guiding the vibrator down the inside of your thigh.

You moan weakly, writhing on the sheets. You nod your head because you can’t talk. The vibrations feel so good and they’re coming close to where they feel otherworldly. You are so excited.

“Do you want it?”

“Please.”

Yoongi takes your consent and connects the vibrator with your clit, rubbing circles on it. You wail up weakly, hands instantly reaching down to grab his wrist. Your legs close around him, but fall open a moment later, toes curling in the sheets.

“Is this nice for you?” he asks you, eyes flitting between your pussy and your face. They linger on your chest as well, soaking up the view of you writhing in pleasure.

“Nice”, you whimper, rolling your hips up into his touch.

“That’s good”, he says and then falls into comfortable silence with you.

Not that the moment is truly silent. The pitter patter of rain enters the room. The low purr of the vibrator mixes with your quiet moans and breathy sighs. Yoongi’s own heightened breathing matches you. But there is no traffic, no loud neighbors, no emergency sirens or people cursing on the streets below. There is no city. No burden. Just you and him and nature.

Yoongi knows from how quickly he brings you to the edge that you are truly enjoying the sex you are having. When he fucked in the past, trapped with you in his penthouse or your small apartment, you often struggled to reach climax. Sometimes you didn’t orgasm at all, no matter what Yoongi tried. And be certain that he tried. Your pleasure has always been important to him. He tried, you tried but the city had an awful grip on you, keeping you tense and nervous and too anxious to truly be in the moment.

But not anymore. You gasp and tense in the way you always do when you are close. It happens so fast that Yoongi feels high. You are so into this, so relaxed. He is doing this to you. He is making you feel good. Yoongi wants to give you an orgasm, but knows not to rush it. If you climax, you should really enjoy it. You should crave it so violently that you have nothing else on your mind.

He takes away the vibrator, soothing your squirms with gentle touches.

“I was close”, you whine.

“I know sweets, I know”, he kisses your neck, “it’ll be worth it. I promise.”

“Oh god.”

He kisses your cheek and sits up, “next item. Guess whenever you are ready.”

You wait with bated breath and an aching pussy. You really wanted this orgasm. Sheets ruffles, silence. The sensation.

“Oh god”, you get out, arching your back to chase it.

Something metal and tangly. It is cold and light. He guides it down your sternum and stomach, letting it tickle your belly button before he guides it up to your neck.

“Chains…” you moan, writhing from the memories of feeling them hit your skin whenever he fucked you deep.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, rewarding you by tangling them over your face. He makes sure that they hit your skin in the ways they sometimes do when he is buried inside you.

You chase it, moaning his name.

“You’re thinking the same, right?”

“Yes. Yoongi…”

“I fucking love being with you, my sweet girl”, he says, tickling your face one last time before he gives you your true reward.

The vibrator. He keeps the same setting and the same spot, but rubs your stomach the entire time. Your moans are louder than before, your pussy so much wetter and your hips a lot more restless.

It also takes you way less time for your orgasm to be close. Yoongi really draws out the moment he takes it away from you, keeping you on the edge until the last second.

“No please”, you beg, bucking your hips against nothing, “please.”

“Patience, sweetie, patience. You still have three more items to go.”

“Please.”

“Patience”, he whispers and lifts the third item, “time to guess. Focus on the sensations, not your pussy. Do it for me, sweetest.”

“Yoongi, oh god”, you whimper, almost spilling tears.

“Take a deep breath for me.”

You obey only to have it knocked out of you when sudden burning warmth hits the skin of your chest. You sob, arching your back and twisting the pillow edge.

“Wax, aah”, you mewl, feeling dizzy. It is hot, but it’s not painful. Exactly how he promised. You still weren’t ready for how good it will feel.

He starts at your sternum, leaving a puddle of it on your skin. Next he covers your breasts with it, your soft flesh first and your nipples last. You sob again when he covers them in the hot wax, pleasure soaking so deep into your fibers that you find it hard to breathe.

“Good girl, correct again. Is it too hot?”

“No, feels so good. Yoongi please fuck me, please.”

“Patience, sweetie. First you need your reward.”

“Please…”

As the wax hardens on your chest, Yoongi presses the vibrator against your clit again, rubbing it up and down for a change. You mewl his name, digging your heels into the sheets and thrusting against the toy. Judging by how much your voice pitches, you are already close.

Yoongi takes it away, pinning your hips down easily as they try to squirm.

“Please no more edging, please”, you beg in desperate croaks.

“Sorry sweetest, sorry”, he rasps, kissing your neck and jawline. “It’s soon over. I promise.”

“Yoongi please just fuck me, please.”

“Soon, sweet girl, soon. Two more items. I promise.”

You mewl, squirming in agony. Yoongi sits up and gets the fourth item. He decides to guide it over your stomach and thighs. You instantly open them wider, skin covered in goosebumps.

“Your knife. Feels so good.”

“Good girl. Mhm your skin is so soft. I could cut it, mark it as mine, but I won’t”, he lulls, tracing the inside of your shaky thighs.

“Please do. I’m yours.”

“Another day. promise”, he says and picks up the vibrator. He puts the knife aside, using his unoccupied hand to pin down your squirming hips.

He managed to edge you to a point of such sensitivity that he only has to keep the toy on you for a few seconds before your body tenses in your approaching high.

He takes it away, shushing you lovingly when you keen in agony. He lies down next to you, cradling you against his chest and kissing your cheek.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I can’t do it anymore please”, you beg, “please I want to be with you, please.”

“One more item, I pro-”

“No! Please. I want to be with you, please.”

Yoongi sighs in defeat.

“Okay. You can”, he gives in.

“Please I wanna see you, please Yoongi.”

“Okay, sweet girl”, he whispers, pulling the blindfold off your eyes. When you beg like this, he can’t say no. He has to fulfill your every wish.

You instantly look at him, spilling tears because of how happy the view of him makes you.

He wipes your tears away, speaking to you in a soft voice.

“Why are you crying, my love? Is it getting too much for you? Should we take a break?”

You shake your head and open your legs.

“Please. Be with me.”

Yoongi smiles in order not to tear up. He hums a yes, nodding his head vigorously before dropping it against yours. His right hand cradles your cheek safely.

“I’ll always be with you, my love.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise you”, he says and climbs between your legs.

You roll to your back, following him this way. He takes your hands and pins them in the pillow above your head, holding them tightly.

“I'll always be with you.You have me”, he says and seals his promise by finally connecting with you.

You and he moan together, hands squeezing the other’s and eyelids fluttering. Both of you refuse to close your eyes, wanting to see the other.

“You have all of me, my sweetest girl”, he says and picks up a deep and gentle pace. “All of me, you’ve got all of me.”

“Yoongi”, you whimper, body shaking instantly. You spill tears, sobbing softly.

“Does it hurt? Are you getting tight again like you sometimes do?”

“No, feels so good”, you sigh and place his right hand on your throat.

Yoongi moans your name, hips stuttering in shock.

“Please”, you beg and Yoongi knows what to do.

He applies pressure on your veins, watching the last piece of sanity disappear from your pretty eyes. You roll them back and moan. You moan in ways you haven’t moaned in too long. Quite frankly, Yoongi already forgot that he could help you make such noises.

“You know I don’t believe in god, not with the kinda suffering the motherfucker allows to happen to innocents, but holy fucking god”, he gets out and picks up speed. Not too much. Just enough to make your back arch and your toes curl.

He drops his forehead against yours, resting on his one elbow. His fingers are still holding your neck, feeling your pulse race uncontrollably.

“Holy fucking god, baby. Fucking god.”

You reach up with your free hand, twisting his hair. It feels so good. All of it feels so good. You don’t know what is happening to you. Sex hasn’t felt like this in so long. Can it really feel that good? Can you really be so without burdening thoughts?

“Don’t stop please.”

“Mhhm never. Gotta make you feel so fucking good.”

“Good. Yoongi. Ah!”

“Fuck I was such an idiot, fuck I forgot how alive I feel when I dedicate my all to you.” He thrusts into you deep and passionately. “I’m on a high, my sweet girl. You feel so good”, Yoongi gets out, letting you taste each word.

“Yoongi please.”

“Too much?”

“Please can I cum? Please.”

“Fuck”, he curses and growls, kissing your nose softly afterwards. “Do you need more?”

“No, just please. Soon.”

“Whenever you’re ready, sweetest. I’m right here. Your Yoongi’s right here. I’m not fucking leaving you again. I’m here.”

“I love you”, you sob and break. He didn’t even get to let go of your neck before you fell victim to your high. You simply feel way too good. There was no other way.

“I love you too. Ah, I’m-”, Yoongi’s voice breaks and turns into desperate whimpers as your intense high throws him over the edge as well.

He makes sure to keep moving, so you could really enjoy yourself. And oh how you do.

You are so lost in your pleasure that you pull him close enough that you manage to bite down on his shoulder.

Yoongi mewls in pain, guiding your mouth away gently with the hand he once had around your throat. You instantly take his fingers inside your mouth, sucking them eagerly as you and he ride the waves of your shared highs.

Once you and he come down, his fingers are messy from your drool and you seem so deeply satisfied that you can’t help but cry.

Yoongi instantly cradles your face, kissing your tears away.

“What’s the matter? Too tight?”

“No, I feel safe. Yoongi, I feel safe.”

“Oh.”

You haven’t felt safe in so long. He knows that you don’t mean physically safe, but emotionally safe.

He smiles and rolls to his side, taking you with him in his arms. He lets you cuddle into him and use his chest to get through your tears.

Yoongi knows that you need this cry. He put you through so much and you went through twice as much on your own. Knowing that you can finally cry about it, is healing to him as well.

Once you calmed down, you feel sleepy and cold. Yoongi cocoons you and him in the blanket, allowing you to rest your head on his arm while he traces your face. His head rests on a pillow which he folded up half to make it sturdier. You are looking up at him. He smells like him. Good, clean, masculine, familiar. He smells so calmingly familiar.

“What are you thinking?” he whispers, tracing your brows and nose.

“Just that I’m happy.”

“You are?”

“Very. I haven’t felt like this in ages.”

“I know. I…” he struggles with his words, gnawing on his lower lip.

You reach up and begin tracing his scar. He instantly knows that he is allowed to talk freely.

“I know you’ve been struggling with enjoying sex. I could beat myself because I know it’s partially my fault.”

You shake your head, “it was never your fault. You tried to make it good for me. I could see that you did. It was the only time I felt like you actually tried for me.”

He furrows his brows, “I’ve done so much wrong in my life and most I’ve done to you. I’m so sorry, my sweet girl.”

“Thank you. I know that you’ll be different from now on. That Us will be different again.”

“I will. We will. I fucking promise you. And I-”

“And you never break a promise. I know”, you interrupt him in a soft whisper.

Yoongi’s smiles, nodding his head. You giggle because it feels good to know him so well and be known in return.

“I felt so good today.”

“That’s good. That’s all I want when I’m with you like this.”

He brushes his thumb over your eyelid gently. You close your eyes with a smile, enjoying his tender touch for a moment.

Once it passes, you look up at him again.

“I’m scared of going back.”

“To the city?”

“Yes. I’m scared.”

“Don’t be. I’ll take care of it. I promise I’ll make your life happy again.”

“What do you mean?”

“You won’t have to return to the city if you don’t want to. I meant it when I said that I’ll fucking set it on fire if you want me to.”

“What about your job? The things you keep hidden from the law?”

“I’ll take care of it. You won’t get hurt, I promise.”

You cup his cheek, eliciting a shaky gasp from him. Your eyes widen as you stare deeply into his eyes.

“I’ll kill whoever needs to be gone. Just tell me.”

“Oh sweetest”, he kisses your forehead before cradling you against his chest, “don’t make such promises. I don’t want you to have to get your hands bloody.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’ll get my hands dirty, so you won’t have to. Now enough about the future, right now I wanna hold my woman and let her know I’m entirely here for her.”

“Good. I’m glad you are”, you say and melt into his strong embrace.

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sepublic · 4 months ago

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“It’s funny how Luz thinks her friends won’t accept her for helping Belos meet the Collector when she sees them being chill with Hunter and his war crimes”

Y’all… Understand why Luz feels that her helping Philip meet the Collector is significant, right?

Don’t you think it’s crazy how in Hollow Mind, Luz sees Belos use the magic of the covens to dazzle people into following him, helping establish his regime. We see how his coven bindings literally killed people. And then she finds out she helped Belos meet the Collector, who gave him this type of magic? Who reiterates in the season finale that they have Belos “magic stronger than anybody’s” as well as the draining spell???

Luz gave Magic Hitler what he needed to rise to power, she saw people directly die because of what she gave him. Those ruins on the Knee she explored? They were ruins because of Luz, people displaced from their homes because Luz ran from hers, and now here she is enjoying what they lost. She knows about all of the systemic devastation, the environmental damage, all of the living things and artifacts and culture endangered; So many lives ruined or hurt or even cut short because of what Luz helped Belos find. Think of the damage the sigils have done, before their role in the draining spell is even accounted!

And the draining spell meant the Collector had to be freed; Luz thinks the Collector committed genocide on the Titans, and even misremembers them as more violent than they actually were. She doesn’t know what this successfully-genocidal being, who enthusiastically helped Belos attempt genocide on the isles, will do to its people! The Collector being freed led to Luz and her friends being stranded in the human realm, away from their families; The families Luz sees them missing, while Luz gets to have hers despite abandoning it.

Her nightmare sequence in the finale is about Luz seeing the dead bodies of everyone she’s met filling up a pit because of her, while Luz’s surviving friends blame her for this, with Gus reiterating that he lost his dad because of Luz, and losing a father is something Luz can deeply relate to.

And yet people just boiled Luz’s guilt down to just teenage self-loathing and angst, and made jokes about how Luz thinks her friends won’t forgive her for this but they’ll forgive Hunter’s war crimes! You know, the war crimes that fans just made up. That would still be Luz’s responsibility (in her eyes) since she aided in the rise of the coven regime Hunter did them for, if they were real. The war crimes of Hunter that, even if they did happen, he didn’t matter in the long run, he wasn’t needed for the genocide, and part of Hunter’s existential crisis in Hollow Mind is realizing that! But Luz was vital!

It’s absolutely insane, Luz was as explicitly suicidal as a Disney TV show could make a character, she went on a whole rant about it, and the fandom just barely skimmed over it. Idgaf if Hunter lost Flapjack, if their positions were reversed people would be drooling over suicidal Hunter! If Luz was also a white boy people would still remember this, don’t blame this on fans being distracted by what happened to Flapjack. I remember people making fun of Luz’s suicidal rant while cradling poor Hunter’s trauma in their hands!!!

For people who claim to love angst and dark topics and using it as an excuse to focus on Hunter and maybe those white guys over everyone else, it’s just wild to me. And now the fandom has gotten to a point where it’s making up angst for Hunter about him feeling guilty for killing witches (because his colonial violence is about HIS feelings amirite), instead of talking about other characters’ canonical issues. People would rather talk about Hunter’s hands.

The point is that Luz sees herself as just like Belos; A human who saw a world to play out their fantasy in, and ended up causing a genocide because of it… Dare Luz say, she’s a colonizer like Philip. Luz sees it as a butterfly effect where she’s also responsible for the coven system that her friends and the entire Boiling Isles suffered from, because without the Collector it likely wouldn’t have happened. This is why in the finale, Luz’s nightmare has herself as Belos.

And it doesn’t matter if Luz meant well, she’s seen how people, including her own mother, mean well but still hurt others who as Eda says, “have a right to be upset.” This is why in the finale, the Titan insinuates, when condemning Belos, that intent does still matter to some degree; Luz came from a place of compassion and good faith. Likewise, we have her friends pointing out that it’s disingenuous to take this blame because anyone else could’ve been tricked by Belos, he was going through different victims like Blue Fang until he succeeded in getting the Collector.

I’m sorry, but… Hunter killing people and being a war criminal is fanon. It’s not out of the question that maybe he killed others, but nothing’s confirmed, especially in regards to the others knowing. In his debut he’s averse to violence, doing minimal manhandling and resorting to threats, but avoiding killing the Selkidomus and not even checking its corpse. And this tracks with Hunter’s eventual development and belief he’s doing something good.

And even if he had killed, Hunter’s destruction is nothing compared to the coven system, the Day of Unity, the Collector’s reign, etc. Hunter’s a literally replaceable cog in the system and Belos even brings this up to the Collector. But Luz sees herself, partially because of her prior guilt, as a key part of Belos’ genocide from the start.

I get that you’re not trying to invalidate Luz’s trauma by comparing it to someone else’s and yes Luz suffers from a horrendous double standard of self-loathing. But c’mon, the show was NOT subtle about why Luz would think she’s done worse than Hunter, who has no confirmed kills, nobody dead via butterfly effect. And I’m sick of people always downplaying Luz’s trauma and feelings to hype up Hunter. Or even giving it to Hunter because they just gloss over what the nightmare in the finale meant to Luz specifically.

#the owl house #luz noceda #the owl house hunter

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grllmx · 1 year ago

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"Ragatha in Wonderland"

🌻 Them side by side for height difference 🌻

Heya!! Y'all wouldn't mind some info dump, would ya?

But before I share my thoughts and ideas for this au, note that I am making this all for fun and that I am only merging two concepts at once because they sound fun in my head!

-- So without further ado, let's start shall we?

Ragatha in Wonderland is a fun silly lil' au I thought about in my spare time (Though I am aware that I'm not the only person who had similar ideas) buuut! Here's my take on how this concept goes ~

💜🟣🎀- - - - - RAGATHA IN WONDERLAND - - - - -🎀🟣💜

🌻 Wonderland is similar yet different from the Circus. Many possibilities await in this newly found land, but wait... How odd, suddenly everyone and everything is of new variation! Did things really stay the same? Are things different? It's a confusing world that warped and transformed the original digital land into something new. New places to explore, new outfits! New concepts... New people? It seems everything changed. Perhaps even... True death is possible now.

Ragatha - Plays the role as Alice. Confused and bewildered at first but Ragatha progressively adapts to the world and the surroundings around her. Acts like herself for the first portions of the story but as she dwells longer in this 'wonderland' she loses herself, her identity, as if the place was sucking out all of 'her'. She'll meet a lot of familiar faces. She feels comforted, knowing that she isn't alone in this newly found world but little does she know - they are not what she seemed.

Jax - The white rabbit leading Ragatha to wonderland. Jax was the one who dragged her in this, so Ragatha's first instincts was to follow him, hoping he knows where the exit is. Though he often plays tricks, teasing and playing with Ragatha's head whenever given the chance. Maybe he doesn't sound like a reliable shoulder to lean on, but he is Ragatha's key in terms of escaping wonderland.

Gangle - Starring as the mouse and the dormouse. The first person (other than Jax) Ragatha meets in wonderland. Gangle is skittish and has an extreme fear of cats. She does not like hearing or mentioning them, her mouse-like features says so otherwise. Though, in later unfortunate events, Ragatha scares her by mentioning, you guess it, cats. And then flees elsewhere.

Zooble - Following the (possibly tobacco) smoke trails, enters in the wise caterpillar. Meeting for the first time was not fun, in Ragatha's case mostly. Zooble asks Ragatha a lot of questions, typically centering around herself which gradually starts her descend into madness. Zooble's questions hit hard for Ragatha, making her realize a lot of things and learn more about the world. Though one question stuck the most, "who are YOU?"

Caine - The Hatter/Mad hatter. Need I say more? Hehe, anyways... Caine, alongside Bubble, is notably the most mad or insane person living in wonderland. Always yapping about random things (Riddles, jokes, factual statement... you name it) that can either be truth or made up, which Ragatha can't tell the difference of since they are always so surreal and deranged, or in other words, utter nonsense! He is another character that made Ragatha's mental state and mindset deteriorate. (Ragatha wishes to never meet him again)

Pomni - It's Pomni! Though, something is off... Pomni's role is the Cheshire cat. She's willing to help Ragatha escape, even suggesting ideas that felt to be possible, but are things really that easy? No, of course not! She is a red herring, a person filled with mischief that fools and plays with her victims until she deems them boring. Ragatha meets Pomni in the woods right after she ran away from Caine, and just like Jax, Pomni plays with Ragatha's head. But eventually helps her out and leads her to the kingdom's garden.

Kinger - Sometimes, a king is fit to be queen. Kinger is the Queen of Hearts, a short tempered, bossy but childish queen. After first meeting, Ragatha didn't deem Kinger as a threat at first, even playing a simple game of croquet with him. But as she starves and remembers that hunger was present in this land, she secretly ate the queen's well-known 'tarts'. This resulted into the seething rage of Kinger, declaring a court trial in which Ragatha was later proven to be 'guilty'. Hence, "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"

🌻 So, spoiler alert -- Just like in original tales and stories inspired by Alice in Wonderland, this was all in Ragatha's head, a dream! I'm debating to either turn this into a comic or not, because I think it helps further explain my ideas, but who knows? Maybe with the right motivation and energy, I might do it.

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day/night 🌻

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il-miele-che-scrive · 1 year ago

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Constellations

lando norris x reader

summary: a blurb where lando surprises his girlfriend arriving earlier than planned

words count: 1k

People told Y/n that Lando and her wouldn't last a week in a long distance relationship when he first moved from the UK to Monaco. Yet, there they were - almost three years of long distance and three more in general going strong.

Y/n loved summers because she traveled with her boyfriend wherever his races were, and Lando loved Christmas because it was the time when he would come back and spend time with his girlfriend and both their families.

As soon as Y/n woke up, she started getting everything ready, it was that time of the year again. Cleaning up her apartment and most importantly baking gingersnap biscuits. After she took them out of the oven, she went to the bedroom in the order to choose an outfit. She was going to pick Lando up from the airport that evening and wanted to dress pretty.

When the girl was picking out something to wear, she suddenly heard the doorbell. With a quiet sigh she went to open the door, hoping whoever it was wouldn't take too much time. All her friends knew she'd be busy.

Her facial expression changed from slightly annoyed to beaming when she saw Lando.

"Why didn't you call?" Y/n asked as she hugged her boyfriend. "I was going to pick you up, remember?"

"I decided to take an earlier flight," Lando confessed, "it's been the plan from the beginning, actually. I wanted to surprise you."

"And you surprised me, indeed. Come on in."

Lando stepped into his girlfriend's apartment. Leaving his suitcase in the hallway, he walked towards the kitchen.

"You baked?"

"Yeah, ginger snaps. A small training portion before Christmas, to check if I still got it." Y/n propped herself on the kitchen counter in a theatrically proud pose. "Turns out I do."

Without thinking, Lando took one biscuit and bit it. He quickly regretted this decision when he noticed how hot it was.

"No, Lando!" Y/n exclaimed. "I've just took them out of the oven!"

The girl fought the need to start laughing at the sight of Lando panicking. Despite the temperature, he ended up swallowing the biscuit.

"You know you could've spit it out, right?" Y/n laughed.

"Are you kidding?" Lando snapped jokingly. "I love when you make those, I would never waste even a bite."

"Consider yourself initiated into the Christmas spirit." The girl opened the fridge and poured milk into a glass, then passed it to her boyfriend.

"Well, now I know your gingersnaps are still as deadly as ever." He took the glass with a mock salute.

"That's a nice definition of irresistible."

"Absolutely."

"You know," Lando began when he and his girlfriend laid down in the bedroom watching TV, "I missed this place. Your apartment feels like a second home."

"A second one?" Y/n questioned, a teasing glint in her eyes. "That's flattering, I'd expect like third or fourth."

"Consider yourself promoted."

The boy gently cupped his girlfriend's face, her head turned to look at him. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then looked into her eyes. Their eyes met in a silent exchange of affection that needed no words.

She connected their lips in a kiss. Lando ran his fingers through Y/n's hair, savoring the simplicity of the moment. The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only the comforting glow of the TV screen.

Some Netflix show on the TV played in the background, its characters living their own dramas, but in that quiet space, Lando and Y/n found their own story.

"Y/n," he began again, his voice a gentle whisper, "I was counting down the days until Christmas, couldn't wait to be here with you."

Y/n smiled, her eyes matching the love she felt. "I love it when it's Christmas and you're here... summer is great, we spend much more time together and with your friends, but Christmas is a vibe."

"Definitely a vibe," Lando laughed, emphasizing the last word. "You have a way with words, don't you?"

As the couple kept watching the show, occasionally adding their own comments, it got dark outside and now the screen was casting shadows om the walls, being the only source of light in the room. Y/n and Lando remained cuddled up to each other, his fingers tracing shapes on her arm.

Once again, Lando broke the silence. "I've been thinking about us." From the tone of his voice, Y/n could tell it wasn't anything she should worry about.

"What were you thinking?"

"We're like constellations up in the sky. Even when we're apart, there's this invisible thread that keeps us connected."

"Have you just made it up?"

"Probably, I don't remember hearing it anywhere before."

"Look who has a way with words," Y/n smiled, not a tint of sarcasm in her voice. "That was poetic, wouldn't expect that from an f1 driver."

"We've been dating for over five years and I plan on keeping surprising you for many, many more."

"And people had the audacity to say we wouldn't last a week after you move to Monaco."

"In these past few years our love has been like a guiding star. No matter where I am, it points me back to you. Always."

"And no matter where you go, I'll always be here, waiting for you."

Lando's fingers continued their gentle dance on Y/n's arm, a rhythmic lullaby. Her eyelids felt so heavy when she rested her head on Lando's chest, his steady heartbeat adding up to the sleepiness the girl felt. Wrapped in the soft glow of the room and in her boyfriend's arms, she felt so peaceful.

When Lando noticed Y/n breathing deeply, he realized she had drifted off to sleep. He decided to turn off the TV and do the same, shifting his body to provide comfortable sleep for both himself and his girlfriend. Christmas had a way of bringing everything together.

#Lando Norris #Lando Norris x reader #Lando Norris imagine #Lando norris one shot #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #Formula one x reader

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benispunk · 5 months ago

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Who's That Girl?

Chapter 5: We Stay Silent

All jokes aside, Wade had too much stuff to deal with. Keeping up his mask was way too hard.

logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, panic attack, mental health issues.

A/N: chapter five is up!!! this one is directly connected to the previous chapter, it's basically the same chapter but from wade's pov, so please make sure you read Part 4 before reading this one!! Please don't be made at me I love wade so much😔✊

→ this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!

Masterlist / Previous Part / Next Part

Wade woke up later than usual, sunlight already creeping through the blinds. His phone buzzed on the nightstand with a few missed notifications, but he didn’t bother checking them right away. He stretched lazily, rubbing his face. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. Logan and Y/N had already left for work, probably hours ago. Good. He didn't think he was in the mood for any morning chit-chat for once.

After throwing on his running gear and grabbing a water bottle, Wade slipped out of the apartment and into the cool morning air. He’d hit his usual route— nothing too long today. He wasn’t up for pushing himself too hard.

He never liked running. He always wondered what part of running was actually satisfying for some people. It helped him clear his mind, gave him space to think, or better yet, not think at all. Maybe he had a toxic relationship with running. Maybe it worked like a drug on him. But he knew he would rather run until his legs give out rather than go down the same path he followed years ago. He knew better now.

The streets were familiar, and Wade let his feet carry him through the neighborhood without much thought. His mind wandered, as it often did, from jokes he was working on to what gig he had next to the weird thing Logan had said last night. Everything felt scattered, but that was normal. He was used to living with his thoughts bouncing around like a pinball machine. His mind felt like a computer with thousands of tabs opened.

But then, just as he rounded a corner near the park, Wade froze. Vanessa.

She was standing there, a few meters away, looking just like she used to—like a ghost from a past life. She hadn’t seen him yet, thank god. His heart slammed into his chest, panic rising as he quickly debated turning around and bolting. Too late.

“Wade?”

Her voice caught him mid-step. He turned, awkwardly waving like an idiot.

“Vanessa, hey!” Wade’s voice came out higher than he wanted, and the grin he plastered on his face felt all wrong.

Vanessa smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners, looking genuinely happy to see him. “I knew that was you. How’ve you been?”

Wade’s brain scrambled for something, anything to say. How have I been? That was a fucking big question. How do you explain six years of missing someone without falling apart? He ran a hand through his hair, nervously glancing at his shoes.

“Oh, you know… same old, same old.” He tried to laugh it off, but his voice cracked.

She didn’t seem to notice his internal chaos. “It’s been so long, huh? We should catch up sometime, what do you think?”

He wanted to run. Run so fast he could break his legs and never even feel it. Catch up? What does that even mean? How do you catch up with someone you’ve been in love with since forever even after you both decided that being friends would be better, and bla bla bla, why was he thinking about this again?

He did his best at hiding his internal panic and forced himself to stay still, nodding like an idiot.

“Yeah, totally! That would be great.” He was still smiling like a maniac, but inside, every alarm bell was going off. Abort. Abort. Abort.

Vanessa seemed pleased with that answer, though. “Great! I’ll text you.”

“Yeah! See ya around, V,” Wade blurted before turning on his heel and jogging away as fast as he could without looking completely insane. He could feel her eyes on him as he sprinted, and he didn’t stop until he was several blocks away, breathing hard.

“Good job, Wade. You fuckin’ idiot,” he muttered to himself, wiping sweat from his forehead. His chest felt tight, but it wasn’t from the run. It was that familiar pressure building inside him, the one he tried so hard to ignore. The feeling of not being able to handle any of it.

———

Wade stood outside Blind Al’s door, debating whether to knock or not. He hadn’t seen her in a while, but she had been a constant in his life during the toughest times. Before Logan. Before everything fell apart.

He knocked, and her voice came through the door, as sharp as ever. “Took you long enough to visit, jackass.”

Wade smiled despite himself, pushing the door open. “Miss me, Al?”

“Not in the slightest,” she quipped. Wade knew she couldn’t see, but the way she was standing in front of him made it look like she was staring right through him, “Something’s going on with you. Spill it.”

Wade plopped down on her couch, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Ran into Vanessa.”

Blind Al didn’t react. She just sat back in her chair. “That so? And you didn’t completely lose your shit?”

Wade snorted. “Define ‘completely.’ I told her we’d catch up, and then I ran away like a coward. Does that count?”

“Yeah, that counts,” Al said, her voice gruff but understanding. “So what now?”

“I don’t know.” Wade rubbed his temples. “She seemed happy, like genuinely happy to see me, and I just… I don’t know what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Al said bluntly. “She’s part of your past, and that’s fine. Doesn’t mean you have to dive back into that mess.”

“Yeah, but what if…” Wade trailed off, staring at the ceiling. He wasn’t even sure what he was asking.

“Look, you’ve got your life now. You’ve got Logan, and now this new girl, Y/N, right? Stick to what’s real. Don’t go chasing ghosts.” Al’s voice softened slightly, and Wade felt a pang of gratitude for her, "Or go for it. Just, don’t think about it too much. Let things go their own way." she added.

Easier said than done, but duly noted.

Suddenly, she got up from her chair and walked towards her kitchen. Wade watched her come back with a cup of not-at-all full of alcohol coffee and settle back in her chair.

"So, you didn’t tell me about that new roommate…"

He stayed with her for lunch and then they talked all afternoon. He told her everything she had to know about Y/N, and how Logan was doing, too. But still, he couldn’t shake the thought of what had happened that morning. Vanessa. Al was always right, but the pressure in his chest still hadn’t gone away. It wasn’t just Vanessa. It was everything.

———

By the time Wade got back to the apartment building, the weight in his chest had doubled. He made a turn into an alleyway, the walls suddenly feeling too close. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his hands started to shake.

No no no no no, not now. Not here.

He pressed himself into the corner, knees pulling up to his chest as he tried to get control, but it wasn’t working. He felt like he was drowning, like the air was being sucked out of the alley. Everything was overwhelming.

Breathe, Wade. Just fucking breathe.

He fumbled for his phone and dialed his therapist’s number. He knew she had given him her personal phone number just for emergencies but maybe, maybe this time, it was an emergency. He needed it. Because breathing wasn’t working. After a few agonizing rings, she picked up.

“Wade? What’s going on?”

He could barely get the words out, his voice shaking. “I…I c—can’t »

“Okay, okay,” she said calmly. “You’re going to be fine. You know the drill. Slow your breathing.”

Wade tried, focusing on her voice. After what felt like hours, his breathing steadied, but the tightness in his chest remained.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked and Wade had no idea what to answer. Air was back in his lungs, yes. But that was it.

"I’m losing it. I don’t know what to do." He waited a few seconds for his therapist to answer. When she didn’t, he continued. "I’m lost. I can’t make a choice. I feel like a fuckin’ loser and I don’t know why people are still keeping up with me. And I called you, god, I’m so sorry, I know it’s supposed to be for emergencies only—"

She interrupted him, "Wade, this was an emergency."

Wade shook his head and he watched his free hand for a few seconds, it was shaking like crazy. He didn’t say anything for a while. "Can we have a session soon?"

“Of course, Wade. Can you get to someone, right now? A friend?”

“Logan,” Wade muttered. “I could go see Logan.”

“Good. Do that. You’ve got people, Wade. Lean on them.”

Wade nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. “Yeah… yeah, I’ll go see Logan.”

He hung up and dragged himself to his feet, wiping at his face. Get it together, Wade.

———

Logan’s classroom was quiet when Wade arrived, a rare moment of calm at the end of a long day. The coffee shop near the center was still open, so Wade grabbed a box of donuts and two coffees before heading over. Showing up unannounced wasn’t unusual for him—Logan never seemed to mind (he did– Wade chose to ignore it). Besides, the guy could use a donut break anyway.

But as Wade neared the door, that familiar tightness crept back into his chest. Logan’s gonna see right through me. He paused, forcing down the rising anxiety, plastering on his usual grin before pushing the door open.

“Hey, I come bearing gifts. You looked like you could use a sugar rush.”

Logan frowned as soon as he saw him. “You okay?”

I hate him so much.

Wade waved him off, doing his best to sound casual. “Me? Of course! I’m always okay. What’re you talking about?”

Logan didn’t press further, but Wade could feel his friend's eyes lingering on him, studying him like he could sense the tension beneath the surface. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Logan to ask again or not. Wade kept talking, cracking jokes, doing his usual routine, but something in Logan’s steady silence made it harder to maintain.

They sat together, sipping coffee and biting into donuts, the atmosphere light but heavy at the same time. He knew Logan saw through him. He always did. But Logan didn’t push, and for that, Wade was grateful.

As they left the center together, Wade kept the conversation rolling, letting his words spill out faster than usual, a habit he’d sharpened over the years. Keep talking, keep things light, and maybe Logan wouldn’t dig deeper.

“...and I swear, man, if this one guy hadn’t backed off, I would’ve–”

“You sure you’re okay?” Logan’s voice cut through Wade’s ramble, and oh my god, was he using a gentle tone on me?

The question sent a jolt of panic through Wade. He felt the familiar tightening in his chest again, the pressure pushing against the cracks. Not now. Not here.

He immediately forced a laugh, one that felt too loud in his ears, like he wasn’t the one laughing . “Of course! Stop worrying about me, peanut. You’ve got your own crap to deal with. Speaking of which,” Wade added quickly, redirecting the conversation towards something he knew Logan wouldn’t press on, “how’s it going with Y/N, huh? Been hanging out together without me, yet?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but Wade didn’t miss the shift in his expression. He knew Logan had caught the distraction, knew the guy could read him like an open book. But Logan didn’t push, not yet.

“She’s our roommate, Wade,” Logan said.

Wade threw him a wink, keeping up the act. “Sure, sure. Got it.”

Logan let it slide, like Wade knew he would. He always did. Pushing Wade for answers never worked. Logan had learned that a long time ago. He’ll ask again later, Wade thought, the weight of it settling somewhere deep inside him. But for now, at least, Logan let it go.

Wade kept talking, kept deflecting, but even as his voice filled the air, he could feel Logan’s gaze on him, steady, waiting. Logan would be there when the time came, ready to listen. Wade knew that. He always knew that.

But right now? Wade wasn’t ready. Not yet. So he smiled, cracked another joke, and pushed the feeling down a little further.

Maybe later.

XXX

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maleyanderecafe · 2 months ago

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Hi!! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night!!

I was going through your recommendation list and since I didn't see it, I'd like to recommend Reanimated heart vn to you!! It's my number one most beloved VN and it's extremely well written!! It's also partially voice acted and has a really cool character journal and inventory system!! And one of the LI Vincenzo is also a yandere!!

I feel like you may like it!!

Phew you were right this is a really well made game. It took me a bit to play it because despite it only really going over the prologue/first chapter (or from what I heard, half of it) there's a ton of content within it (that and while I was playing it, there was an update, so there's that as well.) Since there's not a guide currently and I'm kind of useless without a guide, I did my best to see as much of the content as possible. Vincenzo definitely shows signs of being a yandere (along with Black) though since this is just a prologue, not too much has gone on yet. This game has pretty extensive worldbuilding as well and can get pretty gory at times, thus the r18 rating. You can find more information @doubledeadstudio.

This game is pretty lengthy and you can actually pursue three love interests (Crux, Black and Vincenzo). Since Vincenzo is the main topic of this ask, I'll be focusing my time on him, though I'll still mention things from Black's route as well. The blog also mentions that Crux might be one as well, though at least currently in the game I don't really see too many signs of it, but I can theorize near the end.

The story starts out with Moss/Player (default name, though Moss sounds better so I'm going to just use Moss) trying to escape as the world devolves into violence and chaos, riots everywhere. While leaving, they are hit by a car, but instead of actually dying, they instead get isekaied to another world with a green sky and a giant tree in the center (like yggsdril) before being jumpscared by a guy with a lot of teeth looming over them. They are eventually caught by two guys after attempting to run away, Black, the one who jumpscared Moss and is now a zombie and Crux, the mage who brought him there. Crux explains whats going on to a confused Moss and Black. Basically, Crux and Black were friends in the original world. Black died from trying to save a girl from getting shot and the Crux from the original world had set up a spell in advanced to get him revived. However, Moss ended up interfering by accident, leading to the two of them being transferred to this world with no way out and for Black to essentially become a zombie. Crux as a mage is able to be aware of his other selves in other worlds, which is why he knows about all of this, though now that they're both stuck here, they have to find places to live. Crux sets up Black in a recently deceased person's house and Moss with a friend named Greta, whose mother had just recently died. Upon going to Greta's place, we learn a little big more about the world that they have transported to: magic is something that everyone has (which is given by the giant tree), there are magical creatures here, people who come here from other worlds are called outsiders and that apparently Moss does have some sort of powers (this is more implied though). We also learn about Greta herself, as she sells weed to pay for rent (which later can become Moss's part time job), she and her mother had a close relationship (thus the reason that she wanted someone to be in the house, as it was too lonely to bare without her) and that she's generally fairly somber in nature, though takes care of Moss fairly well by providing meals and other things. After setting up, Moss heads to sleep.

The next day, Black asks to meet up with Moss downtown and upon meeting up with him, we learn that Black seems to not really eat normal food anymore nor really sleep or have a heartbeat, though he seems to have a great craving for humans (as a zombie would) and decides that eating the guy who ran Moss over is a good idea. The two end up tracking the guy into an abandoned factory. However, upon getting there we find that someone else has already gotten to him first, and quite literally, as someone is already killing and ripping this man apart into flesh and other pieces. We are met by Vincenzo, the killer and Black ends up eating the remains of the person. After going back and sleeping, the next day Crux basically gets Moss to get a job and start pulling their weight by running deliveries for Greta. Crux ends up driving them to many places to run their deliveries and chatting about what happened the day before. With this we learn a couple of things about Vincenzo: that he's a well known serial killer that has a lot of copycats, that even when killed he is able to somehow revive and continue killing people and that there's a lot of people who fangirl/find him hot. After this you can choose the route that you'll be going for.

So we'll be going for Vincenzo's route first. Moss gets curious about the fact that Vincenzo can regenerate and thus goes back to the abandoned factory to check it out. However, before even getting there and reaching downtown, they are caught by Vincenzo and brought to the factory after passing out. Upon waking up, Moss is bound to a chair with Vincenzo lying his head on their lap. He seems to have taken an interest in Moss seeing that they seem to have basically materialized out of nowhere and pretty much claims them as his. He recounts how similar the two were, that he too was captured by a military general and bound into the dark for years, eventually falling in love and killing him. After questioning him and his intentions with Black (he best responds to obedient answers and betraying Black, it seems) and eventually Moss is forced to be his toy (or killed otherwise) through a ring created by magic that binds the two together.

After heading out and hanging out with Greta more (or going to your bedroom), you are brought by Crux the next day to join a volunteer/rebellion group where we meet Asha, a person we actually delivered to previously. Hana, the leader of the organization introduces everyone to the Evergreen Volunteer Organization where they house people who are homeless, help out in soup kitchen and pick litter off the streets. Crux and Black immediately start asking a bunch of questions including pointing out the lack of members in the group, and why they aren't doing more to actually oppose the government wrongdoings (mostly because people are terrified of Vincenzo which has killed off a lot of their members), which really makes Hana think until a lady named Brandi comes out to basically kick Hana while she's down even more before Hana ultimately kicks her out. After watching Crux and Black bicker, Moss goes to comfort Hana, though Hana agrees that the questioning did help her realize that she has backpedaled in what their organization originally stood for and how far they've fallen and how she's changed since first starting the organization. Upon going back, Moss can either pass out or talk to Vincenzo about what they had done for the day. We can then go and talk with the various characters and run deliveries for Greta. Talking to Vincenzo, we can learn about his mutations and his living quarters (the mutation seems to be caused by a "deal" made with a powerful abomination so that he can have powers but also so the abomination can sort of puppet his body around.

Upon returning back, Greta asks Moss to help her get rid of a Mutie problem, basically a type of pest that is common there and is currently wrecking havoc on her lawn. She asks moss to go to the market to get something that can get rid of the mutie, and sends Moss on their way after giving them some money. After going through a strange ritual to get there, Moss encounters one of the shopkeepers, Missy and buys some things, most importantly a comic book about muties. Upon leaving, Moss runs into Crux who seems to have also wanted the comic as well. Seeing as the information is accurate, Crux proposes a trade where he'll get rid of the mutie in exchange for the comic book. Upon returning to Greta's house, we learn that muties are sort of spirits that have some sort of unfinished business, and after Crux pulls out some magical garments to allow the mutie to pass on, Moss gives him the comic book. Afterwards, Vincenzo tells Moss to meet him downtown (and ignoring this leads to something weird crawling inside of them at night). Upon meeting up with Vincenzo for this date, bringing moss to a table with a naked women tied up and basically tells Moss that they can do anything with her. You can then decide to try to let her go, rape her or kill her (Vincenzo responds best to killing her in a vicious way, which is pretty much what I did immediately because of course I did). Whether you are able to save this lady, kill her or otherwise defile her, the date eventually ends. The next day, Moss returns to the volunteer organization after seeing an email pretty much going full attack and petitioning a new law that had just came out by getting signatures. As a result, Black and Moss go out to get signatures from various places eventually finding two bodies at a construction site. After this, Moss gets a choice of where to work at, either at the same bar as Black, as a magical apprentice with Crux or continuing delivering for Grete.

After that you have freetime to visit people and buy things. We learn from Vincenzo that the two bodies are in fact not his killings but rather killings from a copycat killer, that he dated Crux before and that he has the ability to leave this world if he wants to. The next day you are presented with the opportunity to go to the protesting that Hana has organized or to skip it and end up helping Black with something. Either way, the next day, Moss heads downtown after Vincenzo summons them again, this time however, appearing as a woman. And here you can tell her your preferences for either form. Vincenzo remarks that Black has been arrested (whether you know that or not is based on the previous choice) and that Vincenzo wants to get revenge on the person who tried to impersonate her killings. After tracking down this Irving Dunham, Vincenzo gets you to become a distraction to get him out and so they can kidnap him. Vincenzo kidnapped him basically to see if there was any potential in him, though after he admits to killing his family, he ends up dying/bleeding by her hands. In the end, Vincenzo gives basically an upgraded ring to help Moss in case something happens to them.

Black's route mostly goes around the sudden transformation of being a zombie and his sense of morality as well as Moss visiting him while he's getting a tattoo. I won't go as detailed into it since other than him being overprotective over Moss (mostly because he feels guilty that he was the reason that Moss came here in the first place), we don't see to much of the yandere side of him (and the ask is more on Vincenzo rather than Black, I just thought I'd also mention him since at least stated on the tumblr page, he might also qualify as a yandere).

So yeah, anyways, this game is really well made. With just the game system alone there's an inventory and journal section and I love the way the UI is done (since I'm a sucker for cool UI in games) as the entire UI system is more reminiscent of a scrapbook. The world itself is also very cool too, with it's green skies and magic, definitely portrays a certain mood along with its themes of injustice, society, punk/rebel type of culture and others. Seriously, this world is genuinely very interesting and a lot of thought and effort was put into it. The characters too are all pretty fun to interact with, Crux is sly at times but still pretty caring, Black is more direct but has a soft side, Vincenzo has a genuine creepy feeling to him to contrast with his more charming personality, Asha has a very chill vibe, while Greta is more somber (for some reason she kind of reminds me of Elliot Reed) and then my favorite girl Hana is not only cute but commanding. I think its really nice that despite the fact that we're introduced to so many characters that they are all unique in a way that I can remember. There's a ton of concepts that get explored as well, from morality to mortality, to religion, and societal issues. It is very wild to me that this game isn't more popular than it is currently.

Considering this is just the prologue/first chapter, we don't really know the extent to how Vincenzo will evolve as a character and as a yandere. We see already that he had tendencies given his previous partners and the guard that imprisoned him, killing him out of love and we see that he has a sense of possessiveness to him, especially when Moss is claimed by him. He seems to enjoy violence over everything considering that he is a serial killer and likes obedience overall, as well as worry when Moss isn't around which is why he equips them with the ring near the end. As a yandere, I can see him more as a violent type and one that when when he grows an attachment is the type to either kill them (out of an overwhelming love, as we see with the guard) or to possibly become his partner in crime (for lack of a better word). I do see him having an obsession with the player given that at least in this route, Moss is thrown into more dire situations where they can be violent or otherwise evil and we can kind of see that corruption already taking place as the game goes on, even in just the prologue. Technically speaking I guess it wouldn't be so much as a strictly male yandere, but rather a genderfluid one since Vincenzo can be a girl, but I mean, you do in the end get to choose so given the option I'll just consider it a "male" yandere. But yeah, I see Vincenzo as a combination of a lot of types, more manipulative to a certain degree, violent for sure, unpredictable and always testing the player. Having this kind of serial killer yandere that can't be killed as well as having to experience the gore of such things in the game is pretty terrifying. Aside from that he also kidnaps and stalks people (including the player).

Black on the other hand is more overprotective if anything and we can already see that in the game so far. In a lot of places, he's worried about the player and will often defend them in many places, case in point: meeting Vincenzo for the first time. Much of his route is his struggles with his new zombie form, having not only having to eat humans to sustain himself but also to prevent himself from attacking Moss, even asking them to chain him up in the room. He always seems a bit ashamed in a sense to eat humans in front of the player and is always wanting to help. In a sense, Black is very similar to a guard dog, though at the moment it seems mostly out of guilt for dragging Moss into the world rather than having any romantic feelings for them. I think if there are any endings in the future that are yanderelike, it would probably be due to an overprotective action such as killing one of Moss's friends that might be a danger to them.

Crux is a little harder to decipher, but we do see more of his tender side in his route. While he is sly and manipulative, often stalking, hacking and reading through other people (such as Black's) history, we also see that he is very protective over his family. Crux is the type of guy who seems very does whatever he wants and goes with the flow, though he's clearly harboring another secret given that he seems to recognize Moss, but won't admit to it. Hard to say though since while Crux does take an interest in Moss during his route and we do have the option to kiss him, I just don't know enough right now to know if he's a yandere. Kind of an interesting thing to see in the future though!

Overall, really well made game/demo. I really like the atmosphere and the level of polish this game has and the characters are all fantastic. It'll be cool to see how the love interest in this story develop and hopefully show more of their yandere side as it goes.

#Reanimated Heart #asks #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendation

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pinkygirlymeg · 7 months ago

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My opinions on 2.2 - As a Brazilian SPOILER WARNING

First off I'ma kick it saying yes, I am disappointed at Bluepoch for not adding diverse and PoC characters, however, this is a very much positive light on 2.2 because well, I enjoyed the update, I'm not here to defend Bluepoch but to appreciate the research and interesting things I think they added to their game about my people and culture.

I also think it's relevant to tell a bit about me, I'm a Brazilian woman natural from Rio de Janeiro, who early in life moved to a rural area in Goiás and later moved to the capital city of Brasília. I visited São Paulo, the city where 2.2 takes place quite a few times since parts of my family live there to this day, however the longer I've been there was 6 months, my visits to São Paulo also consisted mostly of living my the small towns around the big cities and living mostly in rural areas. (I've visited the big city but only to buy things that we didn't have mostly)

Starting off with some of the things I enjoyed the most: Music

So far there has been 3 songs of which I've listened

Starting with the one in the announcement of the special program; https://youtu.be/JsPw7aaB3WQ?si=aGYVp_yvvf1M5m5A

I do like the song, but this one is where they got the Brazil vibes a bit far off? They were going probably to the style of Bossa Nova, a Brazilian musical genre (noticable example are Garota de Ipanema) but I think in this one they went to much on a vibe that matches more french style music? Or at least reminds me of that (I'm sorry if I'm getting it wrong french people!!! Do let me know if I did).

The second one is the Livestream music! You can listen to it while they announce characters and garments;

I think the song is also not the best but definitely catches more of a Brazilian vibe, the style of music seems to be more centered around another genre commonly from the north east region of Brazil! (Noticable example is Figa de Guiné) Where they use a lot of triangles and little bit of the guitar, they're also going for a more beach style music to match the garments me thinks.

And now the third one and my favorite as off publication of this post. The "Trade Winds Garden" theme;

https://youtu.be/qCz036VZYXc?si=Gsbyl4JZzdPUpPqh

Once again they're going for a Bossa Nova vibe but this time, they nailed it perfectly. The strings and the chocalhos (sorry couldn't find a translation to that) work perfectly to create a representation in form of music! The style of the background of the new suitcase also fits the time period of Brazil's early 1900s or late 1800s that I think they're going for, the best example of a closely related song to this is also one of my favs "Águas de Março" is a music of the same genre who I think that this one might be based off.

Ok now with the characters and I'll start with the character I'm most familiar with the vibes!

Lopera the 6 star from the second part of the 2.2 version

Although we don't have much info on the story yet, she seems to be based of the "caipira" culture, I'll use the term Rural culture because "caipira" was a term used in a pejorative demeanor towards me and my family before.

Rural culture is a lot about family and as we know, Lopera ran away from her's, this is fairly common in these circles because living in a rural area while being young and full of dreams can be quite trapping! As for her design. I absolutely love it! From the hat to the sandal she embodies the spirit of a rural girl, the hat is ofc my favorite part, it's usually optional and men are more likely to not use hats as woman are. Being a Rural girl who easily burned in the sun I had to use long sleeves, long dresses and a really big straw hat, although the sandals are the norm when walking at home, usually we would use boots in the farm. In any case, I love her design and her clothes. In the i2 she seems to be more leaning towards a city girl, wearing the shorts and boots like she's ready for anything they throw at her. I personally like the i0 outfit more than the i2 for the many reasons I stated before and for the projection I did in her when I saw her.

Now for our singing best Anjo Nala!

I also loved her vibes! I saw a lot of people saying she's purple scary woman and I agree a bit with that but I really like this trope so I'm eating it! She's one of the characters that I also think I would enjoy way more if she has more melanin but for lore reasons I think she was never even a possibility for that.

First addressing the whole Anjo Nala is Kimberly, I disagree and don't think they are the same person. My evidence is that Kimberly has an identical twin who has been recently murdered! In the newspaper we can see that a ruthless murderer's life has been put to an end. I believe Anjo Nala is that twin who got murdered, aside from the visual differences both have, they also behave completely different at least from what we can see on the PV. Anjo Nala also speaks portuguese in one of her voice lines, knowing Kimberly she would've probably already said things in Portuguese had she known the language at this point. There's also some visual differences to the two, like anjo Nala's tail and horns being different than Kimberly's.

Now putting that to the side. Anjo Nala seems to be based of a more high class songstress. The beautiful girl who sings in the boats that pass by the river. Although that is a more romantic view of our culture it's still within Brazilian literature to have that type of character. The seducing demons from the rivers are also very much part of our culture as you can see from the "Boto Cor de Rosa" a character from Brazilian mythos and folklore.

The i0 dress looks simply so cute, matching the style and era of the outfits worn by the ladies here in the big cities of Brazil, as for her i2 it seems to be more of a stage outfit, I love it too, but personally, like Lopera I like her i0 more. Although I love the art and the background of her i2 and the references to the festivals of new year here and the carnival with the lights blowing in the sky voice line and the people laughing and dancing! She's a very cute character overhaul!

Mr. Duncan... Another character whom I think would look very good with more melanin, mr.duncan embodies a very common guy in Brazilian families, the "Tio do Pavê" or that cute and funny old uncle who cracks dad jokes whenever you meet with them, he seems like a passionate and generally nice guy and OMG I love seeing older man being added to the game! It really brings variety and the possibility of old men yaoi (looking at u Shamane), I really enjoy his character for how much I can see of him in my own family and it's very fun to think of all the cute interactions he could pull off! Design wise, he feels a little bit more like a tourist, although I've seen my dad wear similar outfits before when going to the beach or simply enjoying an outdoors barbecue. I like both of his i0 and i2 basically equally! I think he looks overhaul very nice

I won't make a comment about our skeleton hand just yet, White Rum seems like the most mysterious one so far! But I will make a post about them if I happen to have some new matured thoughts of if they get more info about them

Lastly for the garments, I LOVED the garments for this version, making the Brazil patch a beach vibes update is expected but they surprised me a lot! The outfits do look really like the things any Brazilian would wear to go to the beach, my favorites being Vila's and Yenisei's garment. Specifically talking about Yenisei, it might be me going on crack mode but I think her design is based off the Victoria Regia story of Brazilian folklore and I think it works perfectly with Yenisei's connection to rivers!

Marcus looks like the cute and sweet girl at the beach but girl that sunburn marks will be weird looking with all that fishnets /silly

Vila looks gorgeous and 37 is not beating the most beautiful character of the game allegations, I also think her garment has something to do with 37 accepting the malleability of truth and how it bends and changes like a river, truth changes in every different perspective!

Shamane looks gorgeous and I look forward to all the yaoi potential he got hwhshssh /silly and seriously I also love the representation of our fauna in Shamane's garment.

Few that was quite a lot I think I'm done for this post at least! I can and will yap more about this version once things come out and I'm yet to make a post about the PV, I did see it and I have some thoughts that I still need to mature! If you have any questions, suggestions or corrections they're all welcome! I just enjoy discussing things about my culture and country and how people from the outside world perceive us!

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 2.2 #brazil #Lopera #Anjo Nala #megramble

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bunniekittiee · 1 year ago

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Ignore this if you want but please a MK1 Tomas Vrbada x girlfriend Shy!Reader who’s a Earthrealmer and she’s friends with the earthrealmer gang (Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny , Kenshi) and part of Liu Kangs recruits? Like I can’t stop thinking about Tomas being a dad of a newborn twin sons who’s immediately mama boys, thanking shyreader while holding their sons for the first time, Tomas just deeply in love with her even tho they’re already dating

I am sleepy writing this so ignore the errors and how it’s kinda poorly written. I tried my best woooo

Tomas x Fem. Reader

Tomas first laid eyes on her when he and his brothers were visiting Liu Kang for a new mission and instructions. She was talking to Kenshi and Johnny and made eye contact with Tomas briefly before turning back to her conversation.

He wanted to know her more. He wanted to talk to her.

But he could not as he was required to accompany his brothers on a mission. One that determined the fate of the Lin Kuei and the brothers. Bi-Han had backstabbed the brothers while attempting to find out what Shang Tsung was up to. When they came back to the Wu Shi Academy, Liu Kang was disappointed in Bi-Han’s actions. How he was so easily convinced by Shang Tsung and his empty promises. He thought it would have turned out differently than in previous timelines.

Tomas was devastated, along with Kuai Liang. But they had to continue their lives and replace the Lin Kuei since Bi-Han had retracted the clan of being Earthrealm’s protectors. Creating a new clan with almost no recruits was difficult. It was only four of them: Tomas, Kuai Liang, Harumi, and Hanzo. The Grandmasters had hoped to build the Shirai Ryu somehow with more people, but it had its difficulties.

Smoke sees her again when Liu Kang invites them to Madame Bo’s. She is sitting between Raiden and Johnny, laughing and smiling at their banter. Tomas sat across from her, his gray eyes often shifting to look at her. She was gorgeous. Absolutely breathtaking. He could not help his heart swelling in his chest.

But after the betrayal, he had some hardships with trust. Trusting others. He was afraid they would backstab him just as Bi-Han did, and their true character would be exposed. A snake. Just like Sub-Zero.

He continued stealing glances at her until they locked eyes. She smiled shyly at Tomas and shifted in her seat out of nervousness. He smiled back at her. Kuai Liang noticed this and looked at her, and then Johnny was giving her a suggestive look which made her more embarrassed. It wasn’t until Raiden was side eyeing her that she excused herself to the restroom to combat the horrible redness that invaded her cheeks and her sweating.

She was very shy even among her friends who she had grown close to. Anytime eyes were laid on her, she blushed and sweat out of nervousness. She averted her gaze and sometimes it would get so bad she felt like she was suffocating.

Liu Kang told her she may have social anxiety but she just reasoned and said it was shyness. She was not used to being around so many people. Sometimes it could be very draining.

Tomas got up from the table as well to follow her and make sure she was okay. Plus, you never know what could happen in the bathroom. He waited for her patiently to come out and when she did, she accidentally ran into him.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” She stammered as she pulled away from Tomas.

Tomas smiled sweetly. “Do not apologize. I came to make sure you were okay. Are you feeling well?”

She blushed again. “I’m okay, I just get like this. It’s nothing to be worried about. Thank you, Tomas.”

Hearing his name from her lips made him feral on the inside. His heart was beating fast and that damned smile got wider on his face. “Of course. Shall we go back?”

He held out his arm which she linked hers within his. It was a small yet powerful gesture. One that would change their lives.

Liu Kang’s recruits, Kuai Liang and Harumi, as well as Liu Kang himself eyed the two as they walked back to the table. Liu Kang smiled to himself. Just like in every other timeline, they had found each other once again. That made him feel accomplished. After everything that went wrong within his timeline, he could at least relish in what he did good.

She tried her best to ignore their gazes but she felt the blush on her cheeks redden more. Tomas only smiled at them as they sat down in their seats.

Before the night ended, she and Tomas took a quiet walk where they talked more. She seemed much more comfortable when there wasn’t a lot of people around staring. She laughed more, she smiled more, she was comfortable with him. That made him excited. Excited for his potential future with her.

“I hope to do this again with you.” He said as they walked slowly. “You really are wonderful.”

As if she could not blush any more, her cheeks darkened and she bashfully looked down. “I hope so too, Tomas. I really like talking to you and being around you.”

This was the nicest thing he had heard from someone else other than Kuai Liang. He was used to insults from Bi-Han, some stinging more than others, but her praises made his heart swell more. He felt the fluttering in his chest.

He walked her to her home that night, and after she said goodbye, she kissed him on the cheek. As shy as she was, she made the first move. He grinned as she waved goodbye as soon as she reached the front door and entered her home.

When Smoke wasn’t busy, he visited her. He brought her flowers, gifts, and took her out to dinner often. He invited her for dinner at the Shirai Ryu temple. She also invited him to dinner at her home which Tomas enjoyed as he got a break from the temple. Not that he minded, but being with her in her home was comforting. Her tortoiseshell cat adored Tomas and was very friendly to him. If he was having a bad day, he knew to go to her house to cheer up.

After some time of the puppy love, Tomas asked her the question.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked her one night as they stared up at the stars.

She was quiet at first which did not ease his beating heart, but she spoke eventually. “Yes, of course I will be. You make me very happy, Tomas, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He let out the breath he was holding and intertwined his hand with hers. “As I do too, Y/N. You are my whole world.” They continued to gaze at the stars before he gently grabbed her face and kissed her. It was like fireworks exploded in her chest.

The couple were inseparable as Tomas took her everywhere he went. Besides missions, of course. Eventually, she moved in with Tomas at the temple where Kuai Liang gladly accepted her. He was joyous to see that Tomas had found someone who loved him very much. The Czech man needed that in his life after being shunned for most of it.

Marriage came quick, but that was because of how deeply in love they were. She and Tomas were very certain that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. There was no doubt about it. She was the light in his world, and after many years of trying to be loved and accepted, he was absolutely loved by her. She adored him. Her eyes were so full of love when she looked at him. The same went for Tomas.

Tomas was very patient with her as he did not want to make her uncomfortable, especially when it came to not doing things she wanted to do. When they first made love, Tomas was nervous due to not wanting to hurt her. He knew that it would be painful, and he hated to see her in pain. Although a few tears slipped down her face, he kissed her so gently and caressed her body to distract her. He was as gentle as he could be. He waited without any hesitation and went as slow as possible for her.

Their first time together was memorable. She was a virgin, unknown to any touch, and Tomas was happy to be her first. Not in a weird possessive way, just happy that he was able to give her the first time that she deserved.

Her pregnancy did not come right away, in fact, it took some time before she got pregnant. Tomas had always offered to wear a condom, but she insisted on him not wearing one. Almost every night, he spilled his seed deep inside her, and she didn’t waste a drop. She knew that she was ready to be a mother. She was waiting for the day that it came. Tomas was so loving and sweet to her, how could she not want to bear his children?

Gagging and throwing up into the toilet, Tomas gently held her hair back as he watched her throw up. He was worried for her. He thought maybe she was ill, so he took her to the Shirai Ryu med bay. He explained the situation before they took her away to ask more questions. He was allowed to follow her as he was the Grandmaster.

“When was the first day of your last period?” The nurse asked her as she took her blood pressure.

“Uh, I think it was July 11th.” She responded in a daze.

The nurse looked up at her. “It’s October 16th. We need to run tests on you.”

The testing ensued as Tomas held her hand. He had hoped she was okay, but part of him also hoped she was pregnant. She had to have been. With her morning sickness and her emotions, it had to have been it. But he wasn’t a doctor, so he did not know.

After more testing, they eventually agreed to do an ultrasound. That would give them an answer straight away. As she was prepped and the jelly was put on her stomach, Tomas gave her a reassuring smile as they both watched the screen.

“Congratulations!” The doctor said as he watched as well. “You are having… oh my…”

She and Tomas both looked at the doctor worriedly. “What is it?”

“You are having twins.”

They were baffled, but as soon as they were finished with a few more checkups and advice for the pregnancy, Tomas picked her up and spun her around. “I cannot believe it! We are having twins!” He gave her a big kiss on her cheek as she smiled and blushed. “I cannot wait. We must tell Kuai Liang and Harumi soon!”

They decided to wait a little bit to tell Liang and Harumi as they wanted to know the genders before telling them. Tomas was so excited. So excited that he was planning the nursery with her and envisioning his life in the future. With twins, whether it was two girls, two boys, or a girl and a boy, Tomas did not care. He was just overjoyed to have babies on the way with the loveliest women in all the realms.

After one of their important appointments, they finally found out they were having twin boys. Tomas could not stop kissing her after finding out this important information as he felt his heart swell up more. He loved her so much. It made him want to cry.

She had hidden her pregnancy away from Kuai and Harumi with oversized clothing, but now it was time to break the news to them. Eating dinner together, Tomas grabbed her hand and interlocked it as he cleared his throat.

“We have something to tell you.” Tomas said as he smiled wide. Kuai Liang looked up and Harumi’s eyes were wide.

“We have twin boys on the way.” Tomas’ wife said quietly as she felt herself getting shy.

Kuai Liang’s mouth was slightly agape as Harumi grinned and clapped. “Oh my Gods! Congratulations!”

“Twin boys,” Kuai said in almost awe. “How wonderful that is. We are so happy for you both.” He quirked a smile as well. Tomas chuckled as he gently rubbed his thumb along his wife’s hand. This was the family he had always wanted. Although Bi-Han was not here to join them, he was happy that he had Kuai and Harumi still, along with his wife.

The rest of the pregnancy went by quickly as Y/N’s bump got bigger and it was beginning to become difficult to do much. Her bump was large and weighed on her back heavily. Tomas did everything he could to alleviate her pregnancy discomfort, but she was absolutely ready to pop these boys out of her. As the day of labor approached, her anxieties increased but she was excited. She did not know how childbirth would be, but she hoped that it went smoothly.

Childbirth did not ever go so smoothly, especially with twins. Her contractions were extremely painful despite how much Tomas rubbed her back or tried comforting her. They wracked her body as she moved into different positions in order to alleviate the discomfort.

The doctors and nurses continued checking her dilation until she was ready to give birth. Which eventually came, making many medical professionals run into the room to help her deliver. She gripped Tomas’ hand hard as she gritted her teeth to begin pushing. It was overwhelmingly painful, and she let out grunts and groans of pain. Tomas felt bad while watching her give birth. She was sweating and she looked faint. But she was still the more beautiful woman in the world to him. He supported her and told her how proud he was of her and how good she was doing. She panted, but she flashed a small, nervous smile at Tomas who returned it back.

The first boy came out crying as the nurses began to wipe him down and lay him on her chest. She cried as she held the first twin close to her while Tomas shed tears of his own. He was so happy, so proud. The second twin came out not long after and was placed on the other side of her chest while doctors began to clean up and also allowed Tomas to cut the umbilical cords. They rested on her chest after being wrapped up and fed from her as everyone began to clear out from the room which left her, Tomas, and their babies.

“They are so beautiful.” Tomas said as his eyes shed more tears.

She smiled at him with her eyes full of her own tears. “They are. I love them so much. I love you, Tomas.”

“I love you more, my wisp.”

After they had fed and were sleeping peacefully, Tomas held both of his sons to his chest. “I will forever protect you all. You are my life.” He looked at his tired wife he was beginning to doze off. “And thank you so much for the life you have given me. Since the day I met you, I have loved you. Thank you for being so kind to me, and thank you for mothering our sons.”

She felt another flood of emotions as tears fell down her face. Tomas gently wiped them away with a free hand. “Thank you, my love. The same goes for you. I do not know what I would do without you or our sons. I love you all.”

He kissed her before she fell asleep completely. His sons curled close to him as he admired them. They were a mix between Tomas and Y/N.

They were now his life. His family. He had a family of his own now. He could make things right again. And not make the same mistakes as he did when he was a child.

#mortal kombat #mk smoke #mk1 smoke #smoke mk1 #smoke x reader #mk1 tomas vrbada #mk tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada #mk kuai liang #mk1 kuai liang #mk bi han

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polygnosticu · 6 months ago

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Hi! l saw your comments in a post you were saying something like how Luz abandoned the others. l was wondering your thoughts on this and especially about the relationship between Lumity.

My thoughts are that Luz isn't the character that her stans want her to be. She's not a good person.

In Thanks to Them Luz was shown being prepared to abandon her Hexside friends as well as the entire Demon Realm to their fates at the hands of Belos and the Collector. She had made this decision without discussing it with any of them with the intention of not telling them until the last possible second when they couldn't do anything about it. The only thing that saved everybody was Camila's intervention.

This was an unconscionable act of cruelty on Luz' part and proves a hypothesis I had about Luz from her first appearance. Luz never took the Boiling Isles and the people who live there seriously. She treated the place like her own personal fantasyland and the people who lived there as NPCs in her self insert fan fic. We can see this in how Luz based all of her decisions there in reference to Azura. Her only interest in Amity was how she served as Hecate to her Azura and wanted to befriend her on that basis rather than learn anything about her as a person.

She interfered with Willow's life and violated her boundaries trying to fit Willow into her Azura fantasy model. In both Understanding Willow and Wing it Like Witches Willow asked Luz not to interfere with her decisions on how she handled her problems. In both cases Luz ignored Willow in favor of her Azura fantasy and Willow suffered as a result. After Luz did this a second time Willow walked away from the friendship. Luz had to work her butt off to earn back Willow's trust and friendship.

Luz was fine with playing in the Boiling Isles as long as it was fun and things were going her way. When Belos and the Collector showed up and things started getting serious and people started getting hurt Luz turned her back on the place and ran. She was prepared to abandon the entire enterprise because she never saw the Boiling Isles as a real place with real people and real problems.

Lumity isn't a relationship. It's a mutual crush between two fourteen year old children. They are not in love with each other because they are both too young and too emotionally damaged to even know what that means. Prior to Lumity neither Luz nor Amity has even had a successful friendship with anyone much less a full romantic commitment yet stans want to see Lumity as this perfect relationship that will last the two of them to the grave.

Luz is crushing on Amity and does not take her seriously. Luz is fine with the fun parts of crushing on Amity but when things get serious Luz is actively cruel to Amity. Luz lies to Amity repeatedly even though Amity knows Luz is lying to her and has asked her to stop. Luz didn't stop. Luz emotionally abandons Amity and seeks comfort in Hunter in whom she confides her secrets rather than Amity. In real life this behavior would be considered emotional abuse.

Amity has become codependent on Luz. Amity has given up every other aspect of her life to become Luz' awesome girlfriend. Amity no longer even challenges Luz the way she did in Lost in Language and Adventures in the Elements. When Eda did these things to Raine, Raine walked away from the relationship. Raine loved Eda but wouldn't tolerate Eda lying to them. Willow walked away from Luz when Luz violated her boundaries. Twice. Amity doesn't walk away from Luz despite being obviously hurt by Luz' lies. She is in a complete state of codependency on Luz. We've seen that other people don't tolerate this behavior from Luz. Amity does.

So these are my thoughts. If you have any questions or thoughts of your own to contribute, by all means feel free.

#the owl house criticism #toh critical #the owl house critical #toh criticism #lumity critical #toh salt

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nthspecialll · 10 months ago

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Dutch Van Der Linde as the saviour and his early crime life.

Dutch Van Der Linde and his early life beyond the fact that his father died in the war and he ran away from his mother at the age of 15 is a mystery to us as players, however due to the fact he prefered a life of petty crime we assume that his mother was a terrible person, something that might not be true.

Unlike the majority of the gang Dutch does not have evidence of a terrible childhood, he was not orphaned, he was not fleeing from the government, he did not fear for his life and we cannot say that his mother was abusive, almost quite the contrary.

In Dutch's own words, he ran away because he and his mother "did not see eye to eye," and while this can indicate abuse the fact he follows up with "I was not always an obedient child" very much makes it seem like it was his own fault. He continues to talk about how they both loved one another in their own ways, meaning he ran away not because he had to but because he wanted to, especially as the reasons he was "not an obedient child" could very well be because he was young and rebellious.

What makes this even worse is that Dutch mentions having had a price on his head for fifteen years while he actually has been on the run for 29 as he is 44, this means for 14 years he committed crimes, did not have a price on his head, and had the choice to turn back to a "regular life." Now he might just have said 15 as a "about this many years but not the exact" but you don't get it wrong by 14 years.

Dutch mentions that he did not know that his mother was burried in Blackwater but was only told a few years later by an uncle. His mother died in 1881 (her grave can be found), he met Hosea in 1876, met Arthur in 1877 and had been on the run since 1870, meaning he was still in contact with his family at least in 1884, seven years after meeting Arthur.

Milton talks about Dutch being a Messiah, a savior for the people, and Dutch keeps saying "we" this and "we" that but the truth is he is nothing like them, Dutch chose his situation and had many chances to turn back but didn't, while the others in one way or another was forced into it. He also has many advantages, such as being in contact with his family, something which a character like Javier is forced not to and we only see one other character cannonically do, Pearson. Not only that but Dutch often reinforce his role as a boss by having his own tent, having expensive clothing, telling Molly that she doesn't need to work for the mere fact that she is his girl. He does not need to do this, everyone is already loyal to him, yet he does it for nothing more than to serve his own ego.

Now some would say he ran away to make a better world, but there is something wrong with that theory.

Dutch's favorite author is Evelyn Miller who is based on the real romantic/transcendentalist writer Henry David Thoreau. Romanticism is a philosophy that dislikes the wealthy and the industrialization and wants people to embrace a more "authentic" life, which is why Thoreau as a more wealthy man wanted to do an experiment for two years where he moved into a cabin. He wanted to, for the experience of it, live in the woods, such as Dutch did not run away from his possible rich life because he needed to but for the experience of it.

Dutch did not spoil his chance at a normal life for love, he didn't spoil it for "a better world," he didn't spoil it for necessity, he spoiled it for fun, for the experience.

Imagine being Javier, hearing the man who claimed to understand you, say that he still is in touch with his family while you don't know if your sister is even alive. Imagine being Arthur, hearing the man who claimed to understand you, say that he chose a life of crime as an experience while you were forced into it to survive and now hate yourself for it. Imagine being Charles, hearing the man who claimed to understand you, say he chose to hurt for fun while you wish you had another way.

Based on conversations I had with @werewolfarthurmorganenjoyer and @heavenlymorals.

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months ago

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The Former Princess

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader (Many Great Neice x Uncle) Reader - Y/n (Former Princess Of Numenor) Rating - 12+ Word Count - 1303

Writers notes - I have had this planned legit since watching the series for the first time, becuase I have no clue why! this isn't what they did. Why didn't Elrond go to Numenor, you know a place he has a large connection too! Given the first king of Nuemnor was his mortal twin brother! don't get me wrong I adore Elrond in Khazad Dum with Durin and Disa, it's actually the best part of Season one in my opinion, But thinking of what we could have had! Elrond seeing the artwork of Him and Elros, Elrond getting to speak to the line of King's and Queen's direct descendant of his twin brother, getting to see the island his brother poured a mortal life into grow and break away from the elves! Just... Come on! this is what remakes and expanded lore is made for! I can come up with so many beautiful, powerful scenes for this! And on the flip side Galadreil will later have such a connection or Moria and Khazad Dum, moving briefly with her daughter later on, having such a relationship towards Gimli in the books, and you know the fact she and her family live right Next Door for many thousands of years! am I just being salty.... yes. But still I have ranted so continue with your day.

The small boat sailed softly into Numenor’s Port, A gentle breeze fluttering the sails. Elrond stood on the deck of the ship looking out across the Island. He felt a deep pride to see the island so busy, the tower’s grown tall, and the port large. It had been so long since he had seen the shores of Numenor, that he had almost forgotten them. But the faded old elven architecture proved to him beyond doubt that the time of unified Numenor and Lindon was long behind them.

Once the ship docked, guards led Elrond through the city.

They stared at him, Workers glared at him, and children ran to their mothers like he was some hellish beast. But he supposed to the long stewing people of Numenor, he likely was.

“You will remain here. And await your audience.” a guard demanded,

“I thank you,” Elrond nodded to them,

They slammed the door closed leaving Elrond alone in the grand throne room,

It had changed so much from when he last saw it, pillars lined with gold and stary banners, A large balcony out to the city below. The ceiling painted with the vast celestial skies with the Island of Numenor as a map painted on the floor. His steps echoed as he paced the grand room, his eyes fell to the throne of Numenor and for a moment he saw his brother Elros sitting there.

He remembered him, as the young man he always hoped to keep close to his heart. Even if for a moment he was forced to recall the withered, frail body he last saw his brother occupy. But even so, he smiled and briefly bowed to the throne, as if his brother still sat it.

“You see him?” A voice asked,

Elrond turned, to see the stairwell where a girl stood.

For a moment, Elrond could have sworn to all the Valar… that he saw his mother Elwing.

She stood at the top of the stairs, skin as pale as a seabird’s wings, with long curls of hair as black as coal, she wore a long gown of Numenor blue with embroidered silver and gold stars and a small tiara of sunrays in her hair.

He could only stare for a moment, before he swallowed hard and spoke, “Fo-forgive me, I didn’t hear you arrive.”

“You’d be surprised how often I hear that,” she chuckled,

“I have my doubts a lady like you could be ignored.”

She smiled sadly, “How long has it been? Since you came to Numenor Herald Elrond?”

“I last came in 442, to wish farewell one final time to my brother Elros.”

“Quite some time ago,” she slowly made her way down the steps,

“I admit, the island is not as I remember. But I am glad for it, that his kingdom and line has had such success.” he smiled, “Forgive me, but you know my name already? Yet I do not know yours.”

“Y/n.”

“A princess of Nuemnor?” he asked as he glanced at her tiara,

“I was.” She said sadly,

“Forgive me-”

“You had no Ill will,” She nodded,

“Regardless, it is my pleasure to meet with you.” He smiled as he offered his hand,

Y/n smiled and slid her hand into his own,

Elrond brought her hand to his lips and pressed a tender kiss against her skin,

“But you see him? Don’t you?”

“I do.” He nodded, “It was so long ago, and yet I see him as if it were yesterday he sat on the throne.”

She nodded, “As do I.”

“Yo- you do?” he choked,

She turned to face the throne, “Sometimes I fear, he linger’s watching over us. I fear it is because he is angry, or perhaps disappointed in what has become of us.”

“I do not believe my brother would hold such a grudge, barely believe he was capable of it in life let alone in death.” Elrond explained, “I am sure if he lingers, he lingers only out of love, for his family and his city.”

She nodded, “Forgive me, I needn't burden you with such fears,”

“Please,” he said as he took her hand once more, “You may burden me as much as you desire, believe me, an elf’s shoulders are strong and if it lightens your load I am more than honoured to take it.”

“That is very kind of you Herald Elrond,” She smiled, “but you needn’t be so kind to me, few in Numenor are.”

He scoffed, “Y/n, you are a lady of the line of kings. A niece of mine no doubt far removed by now.” he chuckled, “We are family, so? Tell me of what bothers you.”

“... I fear, this city, this island will fall. Under the hands that now rule it.”

“You are not ruling it?”

She shook her head, “We have been cast out, for another to reign, still family… but I fear their reign.”

“It is only natural to have such fears, of unknown change.” He nodded, “Do you fear for yourself? Or just for your people?”

“I fear for both.” She nodded, “For different reasons.”

He nodded once more, “Would it bring you some peace? If I was to tell you, that you would always be welcome in Lindon?”

“The elves would not want to host to us.”

“The elves, hold far fewer grudges than you’d imagine.” he laughed, “And regardless, You and your kin are always welcome in Lindon so long as I linger there. And wherever I am to later go you will be welcome there to,” he explained,

“You truly mean that?”

“I do.” he said, “These long years I have desired to be far closer to our family,”

“Thank you Herald Elrond,” she nodded with a smile,

“... Y/n?” He asked quietly, “Do you fear your fate if you linger here?”

“...yes,” she whispered,

“Do you wish to leave Numenor?” he asked in a hushed tone,

She nodded,

“I am more than happy, to take you with me when I leave.”

“I do not wish to leave my people,” she wept,

“And what then of yourself?” he asked as he brushed a tear from her cheek,

“I do not know,”

He nodded and swallowed hard, “If ever you are fearful, I am only a single message away. And you will always be welcome in my home, at my harth and in my heart Y/n.”

“Thank you, Elrond.” She nodded,

Before another word could be spoken, the large doors were forced open.

Y/n separated herself from Elrond and put a large space between them, as Ar-Pharazôn marched himself in.

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autumnmist101 · 5 months ago

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Wild Life Fanfic

Hi! This is a story that's rattled around in my brain for the last couple weeks. Before you read, there are a few things to note.

On breaks and in-between sessions, the server is turned to peaceful, all cameras are shut off, and wild cards are deactivated. This is to preserve food and lives. Any lives lost during these times are restored back to the player before the session begins/continues.

Pearl has L.I.M.S. (Lag Induced Muscle Spasms) I seen a post by @hermitcraftheadcanons and they talked about how lag is an illness and how Aussie ping could be like a chronic illness in the Minecraft universe. I took this and ran with it.

These are in fact the characters not content creators. The characters are staying in their Traffic personas during recording but being themselves off camera. This will make more sense as you read.

Nothing happens if they do go out of character, but because the sessions are timed, they need to get as much usable footage as possible.

Enough of the author rambles! Onto the story!

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“So, you two have been going around, mildly making people our enemies and neither of you two are on red yet!” Scott scolds to the two mischief makers in front of him. Pearl rolls her head back, tuning out her teammate’s voice. The session had already been rough for her and now they have a fight to deal with.

“I’m close enough to red to warrant some mischief, and it’s not like everyone’s gonna stay allied to the end anyways.” Pearl states, silently wishing their comms would go off alerting them of the break, until then, they needed to remain in character.

“Still though, we don’t want to be making mo-” Cleo starts before freezing. Pearl mentally readies herself for the onslaught of pain she was about to endure.

“-more enemies.” They finish once the lag spike passes. Pearl leans onto the sheep fence as a sharp stabbing pain shot through her abdomen. Cleo lifts a hand from her hip, before placing it back. Good. Stay in character.

“We’re friends with literally most, if not half, the server. I-I’m sure we can do with some enemies.” The Aussie defends checking the time. Two minutes till break.

“Pearl, making enemies is how we die! And with the wild cards, who knows what kind of things they can do to us!”

“You worry to mu—” Pearl’s voice caught in her throat. Another spike. A sharper pain now.

“Much, Scott.” She finishes, now gripping onto the fence, her nails digging into the wood. A moment of concern flashes into Scott’s eyes before he blinks it away. Stay. In. Character.

“I worry just enough, and I don’t want you two putting our team in danger. We can do that when we all get to red.”

“But Scott, it’s been going so well!” Impulse finally chimes in, “Get one here. Get one there, and little by little we get to the end.”

“Yeah, then we have to fight each other.” Cleo brings up as Pearl looks back at the clock. One minute.

“Not like you haven’t killed your teammates before.” Pearl huffs as the pain slowly begins to ease.

“You're one t-” Pearl flinches as the pain shoots through her again.

“To talk, Pearl.” Cleo says, doing her best to ignore Pearl’s swaying as Impulse checks the time. Thirty seconds.

“I . . .” Pearl breathes doing everything to ignore the pain of her stomach, “didn’t kill a . . . a teammate, Cleo. . . I . . . killed . . . an enemy. . . You. . . and Scott. . . back. . . backstabbed me.”

“We would have had to fight each other anyways.” Cleo waves off, “It was us, Gem and Martyn. She was going after him, and you were the closest one too us.”

“St– Still . . . a backstab . . . though.” Pearl breathes before all of their comms buzzed. Pearl lets out a pained whine as she drops to her knees holding her stomach. Her friends immediately race to her side.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Cleo says before another spike comes. It was a long one this time, a solid 20 seconds. Once the world unfreezes, Pearl falls onto Scott.

“Get her in bed!”

“Cl-Cleo.” Pearl whines as her soulmate lifts her.

“Impulse, best be making– Oh you are.” Cleo stops turning to find the imp already with bowls and ingredients over a crafting bench.

“I got it, but best let Grian know we'll need a bit longer of a break.”

“That’s not necessary.” Pearl’s voice rang out, sounding almost too pained to speak.

“It is necessary, and we are doing it. One way or another.” Cleo says, their voice stern. She heads to the far edge of the island before looking at her comm to see she had missed some messages.

Grian> Everyone okay after that lag spike?

Renthedog> All good here.

Ethoslab > that was a big one.

GoodtimewithScar> *couf* Thats waht she said *couf*

SolidarityGaming> Good here

Gem> Me and Joel are alright.

Grain> Impulse? Cleo? How’s your group?

Cloe takes a breath. Hoping their message wasn’t going to have the whole server come sprinting over.

Zombiecleo> Impulse, Scott, and I are okay, but the lag hit Pearl pretty hard. She’s in bed now, but may need a bit longer of a break.

Pearlescentmoon: I’m fine!

Grian> omw

SolidarityGaming> same

“Hey.”

“Ah!” Cleo screams turning to find BigB. They slap his arm. “BigB! You know I hate that!” The man giggles.

“Sorry. Sorry. Forget you scare easily.” He pauses, “How’s Pearl?”

“Her stomach seems to have gotten the brunt of it. She’s lying down now, at least, she should be.” Cleo explains looking into the distance. They bite their lip for BigB to pat their shoulder.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I mean, yeah, she’ll need to take it easy on this next part of the session, but. . . She’s tough. She’ll make it through.”

“Yeah.” Cloe breathes before the two start their way over to the others. They find Tango, Skizz and Gem had decided to pop over unannounced. The latter coming to apparently shake the daylights out of Grian.

“FIX. YOUR. GAME! FIX. YOUR. GAME! YOU CRIPTIC BIRDMAN! SO HELP ME!”

“G-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-m!” Grian tries to say.

“The lag spike nearly killed me! It nearly killed Joel! It practically could have killed the whole server! And I know you had something to do with it! So, you’re going to fix it, you feathered freak!”

“Alright Gem, no killing the bird man on break. Save it for the cameras.” Cleo says for the fox hybrid to release the red sweatered avian. She storms back to the patient at hand for the zombie to look at the main admin.

“So, what exactly caused the spikes to happen?”

“Heh, um,” Grian chuckles, ducking his head, “would you believe me if I said chickens?” Cleo pauses folding her arms.

“Strangely enough, yes, but I have a feeling that wasn’t the case this time.”

“That’s because it wasn’t.” Grian smiles nervously, “Creepers were blowing up our chests. We were lucky none of us died on that last one.”

“I’m sure you’d replace the lives if you had. I mean the break was already called before it happened. Just needed time for the mode to change.” Cleo pauses looking over at the small crowd of nurses tending to their begrudging patient. “Will her recovery be long? She'll be insistent on getting back to work.”

“With a spike like that, she'll need to take it slow for a while. Probably two, maybe three days. Should be back to normal by then, that is, as long as no more spikes happen.” Grian explains before the two walk over to join the chaotic party.

“It's dandelion so it will help more than regular. Just remember to drink it slowly.” Impulse says giving a bowl to Pearl as Big B sits on the end of the bed, looking in his inventory.

“Muscle relaxer Muscle relaxer. Hmmm, maybe if we combined pufferfish and glow-berries? Or snow and carrots?”

“What got hurt Poppers?" Skizz questions, standing overhead, "Head? Stomach? How many fingers am I holding up?” He holds up two fingers before Jimmy chimes in.

“Are you warm enough Pearl? I can craft a blanket if you'd like.”

"And I can get a campfire going." Tango states going to chop down a tree as Scott starts up a brewing stand.

"Are you sure it was just your stomach muscles affected? Your back's fine? What about your limbs?"

“Oh my Notch.” Pearl says, looking away from the group. Gem chuckles before turning to the mother hens.

“Hey guys?” The men stop what they're doing and look at the Canadian, “Maybe you should try to find some snow? It will help relieve some of the pain in her joints.” There's a pause.

"Powder snow for Pearlie!" Tango yells rushing off the island.

"For Pearlie!" The others cheer racing after him, dragging Grian along. Cleo chuckles before turning their attention back to the disgruntled Australian.

“Did you enjoy the attention, Love?” They joke sitting on the side of the bed. Pearl rolls her eyes, hoping her face wasn't too red.

“When’s the break supposed to end?” She questions as Gem pets her hair back.

“Soon enough. As of now, you need rest.”

“I need everyone to stop making such a big deal about this.” Pearl huffs, wiping soup from her chin. “It was just a spasm. It’s gone now. I’m fine.”

“Pearl, you had four of them. Back-to-back I might add. and with that last one I thought you were going to pass out.”

“According to Scott, I did.” She huffs, rolling her eyes again, “But look, I’ll take it easy for the next part of the session. I have that storage room I want to build anyways.”

The two red heads glance at each other. They knew Pearl well enough to know that, while she could spend twenty minutes deciding on what flower to put in a flowerpot, she was also likely to get a build burst and expand said storage room twenty blocks in all directions.

“How about this,” Cleo pauses, brushing some hair from Pearl’s face, “build the storage room, but you have to take five-to-ten-minute breaks every thirty minutes.”

"Can't it be every hour?"

"Nope." Gem pops, "Every thirty minutes, that way you're not overworking yourself."

"Fine." Pearl sighs, not happy with the arrangement but it was better than staying up here and farming.

"Good." Cleo smiles, cupping Pearl's face. "We worry about you, Love."

"I know." Pearl mutters, snuggling into their hand, "I jus-" The world stops again.

"Ah!" Pearl whines curling inwards. Gem takes the bowl as Cleo helps her to lay on her side.

"Ah. Guess they. . . . found snow."

"I'll kill them when they get back." Gem states rubbing circles on Pearl's shoulder. Cleo questions if there's anything they can do to help.

"Magma cream might work?" Gem pauses, "Heat is best for stomach muscles. Honestly, I should have thought of it earlier."

"Ah, with the lot that was here fussing about, I don't blame you for not thinking of it." Cleo says opening a chest. "I'll be surprise if they don't come back with a mountain's worth of snow for you, Pearl."

"Great, build a snow tower out of it." She hums, "Did Griba extend the break? Felt like it should have ended by now."

"He did. We have ten extra minutes." Cleo comes back and sits down, "Meaning you have more time to rest."

"Easier said than done." Pearl pauses as she turns onto her back. Gem runs her fingers through the Aussie's hair as Cleo applies the cream. "Why did it have to be L.I.M.S.?"

"Because the universe needed to nerf you somehow. You're too powerful otherwise." Gem explains, pressing a gentle kiss to Pearl's forehead, "Now rest up. Gonna be a long rest of the session if you don't."

"Gonna be a long rest of break." Pearl pauses before giving a small smile, "Thanks for this though."

"Of course, Love." Cleo says, smiling down at her before their comms buzz.

Grian> Incoming!

Tango> Stack of snow blocks for Pearlie!

Skizzleman> And we picked up more visitors! :D

“Oh, for the love of Void!”

Hi again! So, I've been half MIA for the last. . . . idk how long. . . . and there are reasons. Family stuff, Halloween things but also . . . the toxic-ish GGG discourse at the start of WL . . . Didn't like it. Didn't like seeing it. Didn't like how reading it made me feel and I didn't want to be dragged into it by posting my own head-cannons and such. Luckily, things have cooled down. So, I will possibly be back to posting when I can.

As for this story, I wanted some hurt/comfort, and to be reminded that while they may fight on camera, at the end of the day, they are all still friends who love and care for each other, and that's what matters. <3

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night-night-stories-before-bed · 22 days ago

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Karma’s a bitch, but you're a bigger one

Warning ⚠️; mention of war, mention of death, past character death, nothing graphic, spoilers for the movie Mario Bros

Pairing; Mario/Male!King!Reader

Summary; Mario accompany the Princess Peach to your Kingdom to ask for help. He didn't expect such a cold welcome, and yet he can’t deny you are kind of right. Doesn't mean you ain't the biggest asshole here.

Note; I just wanted to add one more kingdom and have an angry/hurt reader. And you can’t tell me there hasn't been war before! And this was just supposed to be a little messy one shot, but it turned into an almost 4k words 😭

Credit @cafekitsune

Whispers ran through the crowd, voices muffled by hands and hushing. You sat on your throne, hands grabbing the arms so hard your knuckles had turned white. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, and your blood fills with pure rage and hatred. They all abandoned you in your time of need, leaving you to die and fend for yourself, but here they were, begging for help as the same thing happened to them.

Hypocrites.

All of them.

Why did you allow them an audience? You should have turned the princess around the second she was spotted approaching your kingdom. But you didn’t. You were too curious about the little man walking by her side. Your guards had told you about him. Small, overweight, and definitely not from the Mushroom Kingdom or any other known.

You dug your metallic claws on your fingers into the arms of your throne, leaving a dent in the wood and metal. You sighed before taking a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Maybe the stranger didn’t know the full story; perhaps the princess said nothing to him. Then, you could humiliate her in front of him, whoever he was. You had no intention of helping. You knew Bowser had set his eyes on all the kingdoms just like he did yours a few years ago. The war against the damned turtle had lasted months and cost so many lives.

You remembered the scent of burned flesh and the taste of blood mixed with ashes. You could never forget the sight of the battlefield flooded with blood and corpses. Could never forget how many of your subjects had died as you begged for help and were denied. While you buried your dead, they all laughed and partied. They never sent help, not even after the stalemate between you and Bowser.

But now!

The tables had turned!

You had rebuilt your kingdom and invested everything in your army and weaponry. This time, you were ready for battle, and Bowser knew it. He wouldn’t take the risk of facing you once more as you had made every step obvious. You could never forget nor forgive, and why Princess Peach thought you would was a mystery to you.

Through your mourning veil, you saw the doors to the throne room open wide. Five guards, all in black armor, escorted the princess, a toad, and the small man to you. They stopped a few feet away, and your guards bowed before stepping aside and allowing you to stare down at the intruders. Their colorful clothes contrasted with the dark room and the mourning clothes of your subjects.

- “King (Y/N), I humbly came to ask you for your help against…” The princess began to speak, clasping her hands together.

- “No.” You interrupted her, raising a hand. “I will not join your battle against that demon. My people have sacrificed enough; we have bled and mourned all the dead we could. I will not put us through it again.”

- “But…” Princess Peach made a single step but stopped herself.

- “Again? Princess, what does he mean?” The little man asked; his voice had an accent you never heard before.

You tilted your head, the mourning veil moving slightly against the skin of your face. You had been right. Peach said nothing about what your kingdom went through, how she abandoned you in your time of need. You smiled, hidden behind your veil, and shook your head. That caught the attention of the stranger.

- “What is your name, you who is a stranger among our kingdoms?” You asked, leaning down.

- “Ah, hmm… My name’s Mario.” He answered, stepping closer to your throne. “Your Majesty, we really need your help. My brother, he was captured by Bowser, you see…”

You watched him, Mario, and how uncomfortable he was. Poor thing had never been among royalty; you could tell by how nervous he was, continuously playing with his hands and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You sighed, leaning back against your throne.

- “I owe nothing to your princess or anyone. Where were they when Bowser ravaged my kingdom? Where was their help when my people were burning alive by him and killed by his minions?” You asked only for Mario to snap his head back, staring at the princess in horror. You stood on your feet, slowly walking down the stairs of your throne, your long mourning robe dragging down behind you. “Where were they?! Still safely in their kingdoms, partying and laughing, ignoring what was happening!” Your screaming made Mario flinch, and he stumbled back, falling on his ass.

He looked up at you, but you were staring at Peach. She bore no signs of regret. Her head held high as if she was better than you. You wanted to strike her, cut off her head, and send it back to her kingdom. But you didn't. Killing her would be mercy. No. Her real punishment would be watching her people die and go through what yours did. You raised a hand, pointing your finger toward her chest.

- “You refused to send help, you and all the others. You are nothing but a hypocrite! A snake! You can keep your head high, Princess Peach, but you are not as mighty as you believe. You will fail, and your kingdom will be turned into ashes. See yourself as lucky; his army isn’t as mighty as it wasn’t against me, but you might still have a slim chance. This time it is us who will laugh at your pain when you fail.” You declared, watching her close her fists.

- “I am not leaving without your army!” She shouted, and you laughed in her face as your guards raised their blades and pointed them at her.

- “Yes, you are, just like I did. Go home, Princess, and dig your grave. You’ll need it soon enough.” You stated before turning on your heels and walking away. “The audience is over, Princess, so get out of my kingdom and never come back. You, just like the others, are banished from my lands.”

Behind you, you heard your guards grabbing the princess and her toad, forcing them away. You heard running steps and knew who it was. You waved your hand, allowing Mario to follow you. The man was an innocent, a victim even. He ignored all of the turmoil and political situation of this world; you couldn’t hold it against him.

Mario just wanted to save his brother, but it might have been too late. Bowser didn’t show mercy; you remembered it way too well.

Without a word, you led Mario outside on one of your many balconies. The little man followed, silent, until he reached the balustrade. You heard him gasp at the sight before him: an endless graveyard. The site where you buried all those who had fallen during the war against Bowser. The first and last thing you see after waking up and before going to bed. A reminder of what happened, of how many lives were lost because no one came to your help and you were too weak of a King to protect your people.

- “See for yourself what the inaction of your princess cost me and tell me again that I need to help her. She did not lift her little finger for me; why should I?” You asked, grabbing your mourning veil and lifting it before resting the veil on top of your crown, revealing your face.

Mario looked up, his blue eyes filled with tears and fear. He was understanding the gravity of the situation now, of what kind of danger Bowser truly was.

- “The Princess Peach is a strong ruler; I will not deny her that. She loves her people, yes, but she does not always tell the truth or downplay how severe the situation is.” You explained, turning your attention back to the graveyard. “I allowed you to follow me so you would see for yourself how dangerous Bowser is. You are not just facing a battle but also death.” Mario said nothing, his gloved hand held tightly to the balustrade and you saw his chest rise and fall quickly.

He was panicking, but no comforting words left your lips. You had none for him, only quiet compassion. You lowered back your mourning veil and closed your eyes as the sounds of the battles came back to you. The screaming, blades against blades and the bodies falling onto the ground. Bowser’s laughter still haunted your nightmares as well. Mario’s hand grabbed your robe and tugged at it, snapping you back to reality. There was still a lot of fear in those blue eyes of his, but also a newfound determination. Good for him, you thought, still deciding to not give any form of help. You wanted Princess Peach and all the other rulers to go through the same pain and despair as you. But it was obvious Mario would still try to convince you.

- “You… you are my only hope.” The little man said, voice wavering as his fist closed tightly on your robe. “The princess told me you were a warrior king, that you won against Bowser, and your army was the strongest…”

- “She lied.” You sighed, resting your hand on top of his. “I did not win. It was a stalemate. Both our armies were at their end; we didn’t have any strength left or food or any kind of resources, so Bowser was forced to leave. But none of us won. If anything, we both actually lost during that war.”

To that, Mario said nothing and let go of you. You closed your eyes again and shook your head, tightening your own grip on the balustrade.

- “Nothing you can say will change my mind, Mario. I have buried too many of my subjects. Whole families were destroyed, symbols of our culture were lost forever, and many of our fields are still barren.” You whispered, leaning down and baring your teeth even though Mario couldn’t see them. “I cannot do this again. I can’t.”

- “What they did… was unforgivable, I will admit that, Your Majesty, but you are given the chance to prove you are better than that.” Mario pointed it out, and you laughed bitterly.

- “But I am not, Mario. I am full of resentment, hatred, and disgust, and the only thing I wish for is revenge.” You turned your head, facing Mario. “You are a good man, Mario; I am not.”

- “No, you are a good King. You are protecting your people.” Mario admitted, looking away, his eyes locking on the graveyard. “Karma’s a bitch, and it’s biting everyone’s ass, but right now you are a bigger asshole. You are wishing on them pain and death, and that is not okay. You know firsthand what it’s like….” Mario stopped himself and sighed.

You saw him close his eyes before he turned on his heels, ready to leave. You stopped him, resting your hand on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it.

- “Good luck, Mario. If you and your brother somehow survive, you will be welcome here. Even if it’s just to flee from Bowser.” You offered, and Mario stared at you, surprised.

- “I… thank you, Your Majesty. I won’t forget it.” He thanked you, and you watched as he left.

Long after the doors had closed on him, you still felt the feeling of his warm shoulder in your hand. You stared down at it, hesitating for the first time ever since you heard about Bowser’s antics. Maybe Mario was right; maybe you should be the better and bigger person, but you didn’t have the strength.

No. That night, you passed it outside, staring at the graveyard and wondering if you made the right call. You didn’t get inside until the sun was high in the sky and your servants were begging you to. The breeze was cold after all, and no one wanted you to catch your death like that. And yet you couldn’t chase away Mario’s words or his sight. Such a kind heart, the kindest you had met in a long time. You hoped, wished he had survived Bowser, but you doubted it. It broke your heart thinking about his broken, maybe burned, body abandoned somewhere being eaten by scavengers.

But then, as you sat on your throne, all felt it. The ground shook. You closed your eyes, resting your head against your throne. The Mushroom Kingdom had fallen, long live the princess, and yet…

- “Fetch me my armor. I am going to see what’s left of the Mushroom Kingdom and if there is any survivor.” You ordered. Panic erupted, but your orders were obeyed.

The Mushroom Kingdom was as you remembered it, besides the obvious destruction. You walked among it, your sword and shield in hand, ready for battle, but there was no one. No sign of Bowser or his army. No corpses either. Whatever battle there was, it left no dead behind. You felt jealous, angry even. Why was the Mushroom Kingdom spared from slaughter? You stopped by a power-up, staring at the lone yellow block before stepping on it. The block easily broke under your foot, and you felt the familiar feeling of firepower enveloping you.

You watched as you transformed, your cloak burning a hole on the bottom as embers lighted across your armor. You grabbed your sword and brandished it in front of you. Passing a hand on the blade, you ignited it before you resumed your exploration. You bared your teeth behind your helmet just as your eyes fell on something familiar: a green pipe. You walked up to it, deciding to follow your instinct. You closed your eyes, embracing the feeling of teleportation.

When you opened up your eyes, you were falling from the sky after being expelled by the green pipe. You braced yourself as you landed on the stony snout of Bowser’s fortress. You felt the shock of the impact up to the base of your skull but ignored it. You stood tall, looking around you. Tall buildings and a bridge welcomed you in this unknown world. Mario’s world, you thought before lowering your gaze. You saw Bowser fight Princess Peach in her wedding gown and Donkey Kong.

You didn’t wait any longer; your target was acquired, and you jumped from the snout. You let the tip of your sword fall onto the street, the heat melting whatever it was made of, and the stench reached your nose. Your face twisted with hatred before you finally rushed toward Bowser, raising your sword.

- “Bowser!” You shouted as you jumped, swinging down your sword as the turtle turned, startled.

Your blade missed his face by an inch, and Bowser stepped back. His eyes were wide with surprise and fear, but you didn’t give him any time to recover and attacked once more. This time you were able to sink your sword in his leg and you rejoiced in his scream of pain.

- “You fucker, your time has come.” You declared, freeing your sword and jumping on the turtle’s back.

Bowser fought back, trying to get you off him as you attacked his shell. With the fire imbued in you and your sword, you left heavy damage on it. You weren’t the only one wielding fire, and Bowser replicated it with his fire breath but couldn’t reach you. At some point you lost your balance and were thrown off, but landed perfectly. You raised your sword in defiance, and Bowser snarled at you.

- “King (Y/N)!” You heard Donkey Kong shout in surprise.

- “What are you doing here?” Princess Peach asked, but you ignored them both.

Your focus was all on Bowser; your need for revenge was never as high as it was now. Until you heard him.

Mario.

- “Your Majesty?” Mario’s voice was a gentle whisper.

Your heart broke as you turned to face him. His face was swollen and his lips split open. Bruises already appeared all over him. Bowser had beaten him up, but at last, he was alive.

- “Mario…” You replied under your breath.

But the time wasn’t for speaking but for fighting, and Bowser reminded everyone by rushing toward you and Mario. The Princess Peach kicked the Super Star away, urging Mario to get it. You did the only right thing; you held your ground against Bowser and prevented him from following Mario. Your shield protected you from his claws and fire, and your sword hit and cut through his scales.

You felt it before you saw them: the brothers touching the star. It was like a wave of energy passed through you, and you gasped. You jumped out of the way, allowing Mario and Luigi to take your place. Out of breath, you watched them beat up Bowser. It was a sight you never thought you would see. The tyrant was being thrown around like a ragdoll, his attacks useless thanks to the Super Star. You fell on your knees as you watched your sworn enemy fall.

Bowser had fallen.

His army lay defeated all around you.

Victorious. You were all victorious.

You slowly joined Mario and the other, looking down at a now-shrunk Bowser. You wanted nothing more than to crush him under your sword, but Peach put him in a jar before you could move an inch. All eyes were on you, but no one talked until Mario jumped and embraced you. You stared down at him, surprised, but gently rested your armored hand on his head. A fond smile found its way to your lips, your heart swelling with a feeling you didn’t recognize.

- “Thank you! Thank you!” Mario mumbled, and you chuckled.

- “I did nothing. You and your brother did the most, Mario.” You replied with a gentle voice.

You looked up, eyes meeting with a taller version of Mario. He was different, of course, but that man in green was definitely Mario’s brother.

- “But you came. Even if it was alone, you came and helped. You risked your life; you fought with us. Thank you, Your Majesty.” Mario replied, his arms wrapping tighter around you before he let go, turning toward his brother. “That’s my brother! Luigi!”

- “Happy to meet you, Luigi, and to see you well.” You greeted him, your hand falling on Mario’s shoulder.

- “Oh, I-I!…. Hello…” Luigi stuttered, and your smile grew.

Commotion caught your attention, and you turned your head just in time to see a couple rushing in your direction. They jumped on Mario and Luigi, hugging the brothers tightly, and you understood those were their parents.

Relief washed over you, knowing they were alive, that this fight might have saved their lives and countless more. Free from Mario’s embrace, you tried to leave, but the little man shouted your name.

- “Mama, Papa, I want you to meet someone important! This is King (Y/N). He saved us, Luigi and I, and held Bowser long enough for us to secure victory.” Mario declared, the biggest smile you ever saw plastered on his face. “Without him, we wouldn’t have won, and I don’t know what we would have become, Luigi and I.”

- “Eh, you are exaggerating things, Mario.” You mumbled and gasped as the couple pulled you into their embrace.

- “Thank you! Thank you for saving our boys!” Mario’s father exclaimed, and had you not been wearing your armor, he probably would have bruised your ribs with how tightly he held you.

You blushed under your helmet, lowering your head. You didn’t feel honorable, having shown up so late at the battle. But seeing the light and joy in Mario’s eyes, you thought that maybe what you did was more right than you first imagined.

- “You have raised a fine man. Mario has the gentlest and biggest heart I have met in a long time. You should be proud of him.” You whispered, looking down at Mario.

- “Aye! That’s my boys!” Their father said, looking proudly at his sons.

You were left with no choice but to stay during the festivities following the victory. You stayed by Mario’s side, not wanting to interact with anyone from your world, and the little man seemed to know that. He introduced you to his whole family, and you received countless embraces and praises from each one of them. It was overwhelming. Especially since you weren’t used to so much contact and compliments.

For the last few years, you lived in the dark, grief and remorse plaguing your mind with cruel thoughts. Yet here you were, walking right into a light you had forgotten existed, and it was a breath of fresh air. Like someone took the weight of the world off your shoulders. Anger and resentment remained as your eyes fell on the other sovereigns, but the hatred had faded away.

As the day turned into night and Mario showed you around, realization struck you across the face; you had come to terms with the past, and you were taking the first steps on the path of healing. You squeezed Mario’s shoulder harder than intended, getting a hiss of pain from him. You excused yourself, slightly releasing your grip before taking off your helmet. You looked down at Mario, caressing his cheek with the tip of your fingers.

- “Thank you, Mario. I mean it. What you did for me, no one else would have, and I will always remember it. You’ll always be welcome in my kingdom.” You said, Honest, and Mario laughed, grabbing your hand.

- “Mamma mia, stop it! You are going to make me blush.” Mario said, looking away, and you saw his cheeks taking on a reddish tone. “You saved me and my brother from Bowser’s breath, and you came to join the fight. You are a good man, Your Majesty, and I am glad I get to call you my friend.”

You smiled at that. Friend. You liked that idea of having Mario in your life regularly and not just once in a while. Mario was a good man, one you’ll meet only once in a lifetime, and he cared for everyone. A genuine care.

- “Friend. I would like that.” You whispered, looking up and all around you. “It means I will see you often, so you can keep calling me an asshole and force me to do the right thing.”

- “Argh! I am sorry about that. I really shouldn’t have called you an asshole; I was wrong.” Mario mumbled, passing a hand in his hair.

- “It’s fine; you were right. I was… an asshole and a cruel one.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Things could have been way worse had you not been there, and it would have been my fault again.”

- “Mamma mia! Let’s not talk about the what-ifs or we will still be there in ten years! Besides, tonight we celebrate a well-deserved victory; you should be happy.” Mario laughed and pulled on your hand.

You smiled and followed. Your eyes locked on Mario, and your heart raced in your chest, wondering what the future held now that the little man had entered your life.

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rosakuma · 2 months ago

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Predictions on Tetro Ch.4 motive, victim and killer

So..that Tetro Friday huh? Beautiful with a lot of great moments, especially heavy ones(god Bruise and Refulgence Post mortem killed me). Not to mention DEATH FLAGS!

Since the victim reveal nor motive hasn’t been revealed yet, I wanted to take a shot at determining what’s going to be the motive, who’s most likely to die this chapter, and who could be the possible killer before this next batch of episodes on Tetro Friday.

Obviously if you haven't seen chapters 1-3 or the current episodes of ch.4, go watch first before clicking below.

So for starters, lets go over who’s currently alive.

Takeshi Ojima

Hiroaki Nakamigawa

Shigeki Yangai

Ken Hasegawa

Ran Hama

Nishino Watari

Ruiko Tamba

Mai Hayashi

Masanari Wada

9 people alive with 3 girls and 6 guys. We know before hand that the killing game is only going to last to 5 trials, meaning 5 people will be left at the end(as I doubt we’re getting another double murder). Now looking at the gender ratio, we’re definitely either going to end up with 3 guys and 2 girls at the end, 3 girls and 2 guys, OR 4 guys and 1 girl. Personally I’m thinking we’re going to get similar to canon DR2 of having 3 guys and 2 girls as the survivors.

So to help limit our options from who’s dying, let’s go over who I'm certain will not die this chapter out of the remaining guys and gals.

Masanari Wada: Yeah I’m 100% certain that Wada won’t die this chapter and even become a survivor. With how his character going, he gives the vibes of someone who’s both going to thrive to be better in taking care of themselves for those who died that wanted him too and to live on with the deceased’s memory as Wada promised to call everyone’s families to let them know what happened. Wada has also went through a lot of torture through this killing game of losing the two closest people of his life, having been a abused victim and stuck through foster care to end up alone, being forced to stay up and getting blamed for falling asleep, and traumatized by Okazaki. Sure, we have Kamimura as an example of someone who also suffered a lot in their life and was striving to become better before having that taken away from them. But I don't think they would do that to Wada as what purpose would it serve to make him go through all of that and just…kill him near the end. Not to mention there isn’t anyone alive I feel like they would need to kill off Wada for their development unlike with Kamimura and Ken.

Nishino Watari: My girl Nishino will live, SHE WILL LIVE! Okay but serious note. My current idea is that all of the survivors will be people who lost someone close to them in the killing game. Watari would be the only representative for Okazaki since no one was close to her before she died nor like her. As for in her character spotlight, we see how she’s been coping through the killing game of just trying to have fun since before she never had any time to before with taking care of her siblings. We also hear that while she has had thoughts of killing before, it was mostly only during ch.1 with the sleep motive for a split second. Watari also the most friendly of the cast with getting along well with most and being friends with Hama while trying to help out Wada and Ken. Currently she doesn't show any signs to me she’ll either kill or become the next victim. So she’s safe

Ran Hama: Hama not dying, cuz Hama is too badass for that. Not to mention to live on for both Chiba and Haruda’s memories. I feel like Hama might break the Wada curse of “One of Wada’s closest friends ends up dying soon” pattern that’s been going on at least with Isono and Tsuno. Hama like Nishino is also very friendly and tries to be helpful when he can. He even lets himself starve back in ch.1 to not let Chiba have that punishment. So regardless of the motive this chapter, I think he would be able to handle it and not be pushed to far to be a killer.

Before I go into the people who I do think is going to potentially die this chapter, I want to make a quick section on two characters that are 50/50 to me just because of something in the story or that I realize as a possibility. The two in question are:

Ken Hasegawa: Okay so Ken is 50/50 on me because of the latest episode of him and Hama along with how he’s been after Kamimura’s death. Its concerning to a certain degree on if Ken might end his life or allow someone else to as he seems very lost and lonely without Kazutoshi by his side. Even the thought of his family back home doesn't seem to motivate him to make it through. His entire world just seems grey….Though this could just mark Ken’s development of figuring out what he wants to do in life and to carry on Kamimura’s memory as he fits with my survivor theory mentioned in Watari’s section. Especially with being the only person alive who knew Kazutoshi and cared for him deeply.

Hiroaki Nakamigawa: Okay so before I was fully confident that Hiroaki going to be a survivor as he has gotten the most development from how he started and even have multiple connections to those who died even if some were small(Sasaki, Chiba, Tsuno) and Ojima too if he died. But a part of me is like “What if they kill off Hiroaki as either a sacrifice to save the group or rather to let Ojima live to pursue his life with the help he needs and chance to be a kid again?”. Because I could see that especially since despite the death flags, perhaps Ojima might be lucky and be bless by the narrative to let him be happy for once. But then again, I see this more as ch.5 than ch.4, so I think he’ll live for another chapter or to the end, who knows?

Now time to who I think will be the potential ch.4 victim and killer! Starting with:

Takeshi Ojima: My boy is doomed..like look at what happened to Ken and Kazutoshi…Hiroaki losing his man 😭 With the episode [Young Forever], it feels like this is just going to cruel foreshadowing that Ojima will die forever young. Never being able to recover from his trauma that cost him his childhood and being able to become strong to not live it take over his life anymore. The latest episode [Bruise] doesn't help either as it just nails down the potential tragedy yet to come. Even earlier in ch.4 Monomoko noted how it would be such a waste to lose someone like him as he’s very valuable to society in her eyes. Not to mention Hiroaki in [Forever Young] saying THE EXACT THING HAMA SAID TO CHIBA BEFORE SHE DIED! It just spells out doomed by the narrative for him. If Ojima dies, I feel like he would be a victim more than killer mostly due to his maladaptive daydreaming making him vulnerable and how I can’t see him that desperate to kill anyone in the killing game really. At least not yet. Now to whether he dies this chapter or the next will be determined. Personally I think he won’t dienuntil ch.5 IF he were to.

Mai Hayashi: Mai with being the focus of so many things rn does feel like its leading to her death. She’s now letting herself be vulnerable with explaining how she just been trying to save everyone with breaking the door, but paying for it with being beaten badly. She had a fight with both Tamba and Shigeki, but has made up with them and promising to teach Tamba to defend herself and go on that totally a date with Shigeki still. We learn from her conversation in [bruise] she went through an incredibly f*ck up situation of being kidnapped as a kid for year before she escape. To which she was able to adapt from it, got stronger, and even killed(though by accident) the same guy who kidnap her as a kid. To which it seems Mai has completed of being able to overcome her dark past to be strong to face forward. And now she’s holding everyone’s student profiles all in her room…if that doesn't spell out V I C T I M then idk what. I mean it would be expected that Mai couldn't be killed easy, but this is Danganronpa and twist can happen(how else were they able to kill all the buff characters each ch.4 of the main games?). The only other way I can see her surviving this is if Shigeki takes the bullet for her and prevents whoever would be the killer of this chapter from killing her.

Shigeki Yangai: Guys I’m sorry but Shigeki 100% going to die this chapter. We already know he has a destructive behavior of trying to allow himself to be of service to any girl(or person in general) he feels need to protect from anything unfair or dangerous to him. Not to mention how much he cares about Mai, who I think it is the second closet to him of being the possible victim of this chapter. So of course Shigeki would die to save Mai’s life over his with how he feels she needs to start caring about herself. Its even worse if he ends up finding out what happened to her in the past maybe from her student profile. I could either see him as the victim dying from protecting Mai or the killer who killed whoever was about to kill Mai or anyone else. Also this does not help his case

Ruiko Tamba: Okay I know a lot of people are “Survivor Tamba” truthers and to be fair, I was thinking she would be one too. That is until I realize that she could possibly be the ch.4 killer. Hear me out. Tamba up to this chapter has somehow surviving this long despite being a combination of careless sometimes, not helpful at points in the trials, and saying mean stuff at times even if she doesn't really mean it. She even acknowledge the fact she somehow made it this long and questions why in [Aftermath of a Sudeen Death]. Why was she the one of the lucky few to make it passed 3 trials alive? Taking the fact that Mai now is training her to defend herself as Mai can’t protect her forever. I could see Tamba taking the risk of killing to survive or even doing an accidental kill in self defense. Perhaps she ends up killing one of the previous victim choices due to an accident where she thought they were coming after her or maybe even thought the victim was coming after Mai. We know Mai means a lot to Tamba as well, so it makes sense she would try to protect Mai like she always protect her. Also Watari back at it again with cursing someone to die in her interview

So with the potential victims and killers chosen, what is the main motive I think might lead to any of these potential killings?

Motive idea 1: Food

We know that this next motive is supposedly cheap within the budget of the killing game noted by Dr. Yonekura. And what would be the cheapest way to save the budge? Easy! Just don’t restock the fridge. Each motive so far has been motives that challenge the cast’s physiology state with their sleep, senses being heighten via adrenaline, and temperatures being dropped. So taking away their food supply where they only have a limited amount left would definitely lead someone to kill. Also the episode [73.4] has me worrying this will become true as Shigeki trying to reassure Wada that they still have food is going to bite him in the back for jinxing them all. Some characters like Wada or Hama would be fine with this motive for a bit in terms of standing it as we seen them gone without food for long periods of time. But this still could be tough on Wada being a potential target for someone since everyone knows he has a food stash. Then again, the alternative could be Wada sharing his stash since he doesn't really eat from it.

Motive idea 2: Student Profiles

Yep! That’s it, the student profiles is the motive. I mean, they did just slap them there easily for anyone to grab and the students did the work themselves of making someone a target for carrying all the profiles on them. No need to worry about spending money on anything fancy, just some juicy information is all they need.

Motive idea 3: Power

Another easy and cheap motive that could save on money for the budget is power. Simple enough. The students don't have power to anything. The lights are out, the fridge is out(which also could count for a food motive too as their food will spoil if they don’t eat it all or go to waste), maybe no working water either. Being stuck in a dark school with food that’s spoiling all while being stinky and put in a vulnerable spot to be jumped in the shadows could make a good motive.

So with all of that done, what do I think is the most likely outcome with these predictions?

My pick for victim, killer, and motive are:

Shigeki, Tamba, and food for the motive. I can see either Shigeki or Tamba killing each other in self defense to save themselves and someone else(this being Mai or maybe even Wada if say for example Tamba was going after Wada’s food stash and Shigeki protected him from her). The food motive I feel is being foreshadowed with Shigeki’s conversation with Wada in [73.4], plus it fits the requirements of being cheap.

One last note I wanted to say is while this is not guarantee. I do think we’re going to have a male victim this chapter and the final chapter since when you think about it….Kazutoshi has been the only male victim of the cast. Plus maybe not for this chapter since I think Tamba going to be the killer, but chapter 5 probably going to have a male killer with how we haven’t had one since Haruda.

Hope y’all enjoy this prediction post and we’ll see if I got anything right next time on Tetro Friday.

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right down the line: zuko x firebender!reader | part 3

You grew up close to the Royal Family due to your father's position as a General, but you ran away from home after the agni kai against your best friend. Now, you've joined the Gaang and plan on doing your part in ending the 100-year war.

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hiii here is part 3! hopefully you guys like it, i'm still getting used to writing a fic and keeping it published... rmr to like/reblog/comment if u like it, it's like feedback >.< again i do not own these characters or the atla universe this is simply fan fiction! about 2331 words btww

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“You don’t actually believe any of this stuff, do you?” Sokka painfully reminds me of his disapproving attitude.

We were walking through the forest when we ran into an eerie man. He gave us an umbrella because a psychic in his village told him to hold it on his travels if he met strangers. A few minutes later, Sokka was too stubborn to believe the old man and couldn't stay dry.

Katara and I took one look at each other and immediately agreed. We have to go see this lady.

Events like these would be odd to anyone else, like Jet. But to Aang, it’s pretty common. It must be his tie to the spirit realm, magic gravitates toward him.

A few weeks after joining the group and abandoning my post with the Freedom Fighters, I learned a lot of things about the people who stumbled upon that Fire Nation camp and changed the trajectory of my plans. Katara and Sokka are siblings from the Southern Water Tribe, and Aang is an airbender from… a while ago. He was frozen in the ice for one hundred years when Katara found him. For a kid 4 years younger than me, he's lived a hundred lifetimes. He's a prodigy. I can see why Zuko hadn’t caught up to them yet.

But I also don’t want to know what Zuko would do to Aang if he did catch up, or what I’d do if he did.

I don’t know my place in this group, or if I should tell them I’m a fire-bender, but for now, we’re standing in front of a circular red door at the strange village the eerie man told us to go to.

Apparently, Aunt Wu has been waiting for us.

“Kind of, it’s nice to know,” I reply to Sokka’s earlier question. I've decided to keep my questions to Aunt Wu light, like Katara. Ask about love.

When we enter, a little girl in a pink robe and two buns on the side of her head greets us.

“I’m Meng and I’m Aunt Wu’s assistant." She motions towards the orange pillows on the right for us to sit down. It’s a small warm yellow waiting room with red lights, green accents, and a smooth wooden floor. Designed for someone to trust and open up. Cozy. “Would you guys like some tea or bean curd puffs?” She offers.

“I’ll try a puff!” Sokka perks up. Meng leaves the room to retrieve the goods and we are left alone, sitting on the soft cushions.

Aang can't help but break the tempting silence, “You don’t believe in fortune telling, Sokka?”

“I don’t need some psychic to tell me about the future. I’m worried about right now.”

I roll my eyes. “Sokka’s a skeptic.”

Before he can reply, Meng returns with the curd puffs and tea. She sets it down on the floor in front of Aang, making sure he can see her favor. “Enjoy!” She blushes and scurries away to the other side of the room reserved for the people who work with Aunt Wu. Do they get predictions too?

Sokka drags the tray away from an unbothered Aang, “Don’t mind if I do.”

I’d gotten used to Katara and Aang, they were fairly easy to travel with.

Katara is used to her brother and has developed a habit of preparing an apology about him to new people. In his defense, this is the first time he's lived outside his home. The Southern Water Tribe has been unable to fully recover from the last Fire Nation raid and the impacts still live today. The siblings are only used to the cold, quaint, and silent.

Aang, as the last air-bender, the Avatar, and a 12-year-old boy adjusting to being essentially gone from humanity for one hundred years in the ice... has other things on his mind.

It was Sokka who bothered me. He was unlike anyone I’d ever met before.

He had this incessant need to voice his opinions with no one's feelings in mind. Constant tunnel vision over any dispute with his younger sister betrayed his need to be a vicious warrior. A warrior with a boomerang and no sword on hand.

I've learned Sokka's a non-bender living in a world being corrupted by fire-benders and he's developed the necessary armor.

He’ll take the fishing job for us when we’re out of money. He did get us sick for being out in the storm, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

The same reason he can be frustrating is the same reason he saved the village: he won’t listen to anyone when his mind is set.

He’s true and noble, really. It’s admiring. I shake my head. He’s a conundrum.

An older woman wearing a floor-length yellow robe walks in through the circular door to Aunt Wu's working area. Her bright smile and waiting eyes are signs that she's the psychic. In a sweet tone, she gleefully asks, “Welcome! Who wants to go first?”

I look at everyone, but no one speaks up. After a moment of silence, I raise my hand. “I’ll go.”

“Perfect, follow me!” Aunt Wu guides me through the hallway and stops in front of the door to her space. She opens and I’m instantly greeted by dim lights and a small fireplace in the middle of the room. Colorful cushions to sit on and lit candles on the floor are placed circularly near a decorative stand with a bowl. A closer look and I see small and medium-sized bones at the very top.

“This is my method." She must've seen my reaction and answered the questions all over it. "You choose a bone, throw it in a fire. The fire makes cracks in the bones, and I read the cracks. The bones never lie.” She explains. “Go ahead.”

I grab a random bone and, per her instructions, throw it in the fire. I watch as the flames engulf the calcium.

We sit in front of the fire on the berry-colored pillows as we patiently wait for the cracks to start forming. Aunt Wu is focused on the fortune while I look around the room, pretending I’m not waiting for her next words.

“Do you have any questions?”

“I don’t know, I mean. You can just tell me what the bones say.” I chicken out from my original plan.

By now, there are a few cracks in my chosen bone. Aunt Wu burrows her eyebrows and leans forward. “I see you... falling in love with a warrior.” She pauses. “His mother figure left his life early when he was just a little boy. He is an excellent swordsman and an even better friend.”

Deflecting, I question her, “You can see all of that from a bunch of cracks?"

“Yes, you’ll take part in a great battle with this love of yours. Remember to look in friendship.” She gracefully leans her head up and down, signaling the end of the session.

“I will,” I nod. “Thank you, Aunt Wu.” I stand up from my pillow and bow to her as a gesture of goodbye. I wonder if she knew what I wanted to ask.

When I exit the room through the door, I’m greeted by a flustered Sokka on the other end.

“Spying on me?” I ask him, fighting a smile on my face.

“No, I was just – going to the bathroom!” He spoke. Quickly, he marched to the restrooms beyond Aunt Wu’s door. O-kay.

I walk back to the waiting room and tell Katara to go in after me. She jumps up from her seat in a giddy excitement and heads toward the back room.

I sit next to Aang on the soft pillows and search for the curd puffs. Sokka made them look so good.

“So, what do you think she’s going to ask?” Aang says as he hands me the snack.

“Probably about love, you know. Who she’s going to marry. If he’s gonna be tall.” I stuff the curd puff into my mouth and let the savory taste absorb my mind. These are good.

“Yeah, haha, right. Well…I’ll be right back.” He stands up. “I gotta go to the bathroom!” Apparently, everyone needs to right now. But it’s the first stop we’ve made in about an hour, so.

“Say hi to Sokka for me.” I watch as he hurries away. A few seconds later, the boy in blue returns.

I hold a puff in my hand and point at the delicious snack for emphasis. “Hey, these are great.”

He sits next to me and grabs one for himself, eating it in one bite. He seems to be in thought. “Are you okay?” I poke.

With his mouth stuffed he speaks, “Yeah, I’m great.”

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When we leave Aunt Wu’s, Sokka is walking next to me as Katara and Aang lead the way through the village. He doesn't leave my side as we walk through the maze of Earth Kingdom commune layouts.

We finally reach the town square when Katara asks, “What happened to the sky?” It looked like the citizens all took the day to meet here and stare upward in unison, murmuring to themselves.

A man standing nearby overhears her question. “Every year, Aunt Wu reads the clouds and tells us the fate of our village.” Please with his answer, he continues to watch the sky.

“Can you believe this guy?” Sokka looks at me in disbelief. “Now the clouds?”

Another villager, a woman, continues the explanation. “She’s going to tell us if the volcano will remain dormant.” Her arm extends behind her and points to the harmless mountain.

Do they actually let Aunt Wu tell them if the volcano is going to erupt?

“Do you actually let Aunt Wu tell you if the volcano is going to erupt? Why?” Sokka asks them. The other half of the time, we find ourselves agreeing.

“She’s coming, hush!” Katara shushes her brother.

Aunt Wu walks right in the middle of the crowd as they make way for her, clapping and cheering. She begins to list the shape of the clouds, followed by a fortune for the town. Good harvest, twins are having a good year, and the volcano will not erupt.

“She’s been right for twenty years, maybe that’s a sign she can be trusted.” I nudge Sokka with my elbow. He rolls his eyes in annoyance, I’ve been bought like the rest of them.

Katara and Aang are swept away by the current of cheers and idolization for Aunt Wu. Though, it seems like since we got here Aang’s head has been anywhere else but, on the psychic, and her predictions.

“Right…” A suddenly serious Sokka pulls me by my arm. He uses the wave of hysteria as his moment to step away from the group. Begrudgingly, I feel my heart drop into my stomach from his hand touching my arm. “Just in case she ends up, being right, I want to let you know that… uh…” He lets the seconds fly by.

“Spit it out.”

“I like you.” He lets out.

Oh.

“And I know you’re not really like open to people in general,” He continues. “It’s been a few weeks and I hardly know about your life before the Freedom Fighters.” Sokka pauses to read my face. “But I like you. Ever since I first saw you.”

I haven’t really shared anything about myself with them, true.

It was the morning after.

Fire Lord Ozai ordered his best General, my father, and his family, me, to attend a Royal Agni Kai. They didn’t happen much but when they did, it was required for all the important people of the Fire Lord’s inner circle and their families to attend. Some twisted tradition.

When I arrived in the sea of crimson clothes and serious faces, I believed I was going to witness an agni kai between Zuko’s Uncle Iroh and his brother. Who else could it be? I was wrong. I saw Iroh in the audience, and it felt like a thousand pounds had been rested on my chest. I wouldn’t believe what I had to endure next. What Zuko had to experience.

I would see Fire Lord Ozai’s fire-bending with my own two eyes, but it would be against my best friend, his son.

Now, I’m locking myself in my room in defiance. I don’t want to have anything to do with my father if he’d let me see the cruelty up close and personal. He took everything I love and messed it all up in one swift choice. Rage wouldn’t begin to describe the feeling bubbling in my throat.

I wasn’t sure if I should go see Zuko, if his injuries are unsafe for visitors. I’d regret it as soon as the servant brought the letter the prince had sent to me.

As I close the door to my chambers behind the maid, I open the note for the sign of anything relieving.

Y/N,

Father banished me. I must go find the Avatar, so I’m leaving on a ship. Uncle is coming. I don’t know when I’ll see you again, so I wanted to let you know that I will restore my honor and come home to you. I love you

Zuko

I re-read the note three times before understanding what it is that he’s telling me.

The bubble in my throat is slowly forming into a ball of tears, ready to pour out at any minute. He’s gone. Mutilated by his own father and then sent away. I hate him, I hate the Fire Lord. For everything he’s taken away from me.

On the other end, I feel butterflies. The ones I’d been pushing down for the past year about Zuko. I didn’t want to ruin what we had or change it. We were nice as we were. I guess he was feeling it too.

But it’s too late. There’s no more time to sit and wonder if a boy likes you back. It’s not about that anymore. It’s about finally ending this war and stopping the Fire Nation.

“So, what do you think?” Sokka looks at me, searching for an indication in my eyes.

“I…” struggle to find the words, “But I can’t. Not right now... Is that okay?” It’s my turn to look at him and hope I didn’t ruin it.

But Sokka’s kind. “Of course. I understand. I just thought you should know. I’ll be here, yaknow, if you change your mind.” He flashes that grand smile at me.

I didn't know if I wanted to start this here and now. He doesn't even know I'm a fire-bender. Would he feel the same way if he knew? I'm not ready for any answer.

Still, it was nice to know he liked me back. I could revel in that a bit.

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