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maple-the-awesome · 2 days ago

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Another Link Crushes On You || Part 2

Part 1 ||

Pairings: Legend, Twilight, Wind x GN Reader

Overview: You've known Link for years - Well, a version of Link. Neither of you have seen yourselves as being anything more than friends, although it seems not all Link's think the same, in fact when you're introduced to the Chain, one of the boys falls pretty hard for you. I spun a wheel to let fate decide upon random pairs this time. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun with some of them😁

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Legend isn't a big fan of Skyloft which is something he decided rather quickly upon arrival - and no, it has nothing to do with the cold, thin air or hair-raising heights, although he’s also not a big fan of either. His problem lies solely on the cheerful atmosphere created by this village’s inhabitants. It’s all too easy going and mundane to fit an adventurer’s heart. Too familiar and painful, to boot.

The others may think of him as aloof and, quite frankly, Sky might be a little offended, but Legend has no interest in exploring these islands or making friends with the locals. Never again. Instead of joining any guided tours or trading stories with inquisitive knights, he sinks into his own isolation, finding a quiet place to sit amongst the shore of Skyloft’s only large water source.

All by his lonesome, he’s free to find a good boulder to hide behind and tear away at his hair in a desperate attempt at calming his unsteady anxiety…That is, until he hears a sound - No, not a sound, a voice. A beautiful voice that doesn’t speak, but rather hums a delicate melody he’s certain he’s heard before, probably from Sky who has a habit of mumbling certain songs to himself while plucking his harp.

…And there you are, blissfully unaware of anyone else's presence by the lake as you approach the water's edge. Dropping a laundry basket in the sand, you carefully roll up your pant legs and kick off your boots, prepared to step into the cold water until you suddenly halt.

As if having developed some sort of sixth sense, you glance over your shoulder, quickly spotting the pink haired boy peeking at you from beside a boulder. The sight understandably startles you, yet despite how awkward this situation might look without context - what, to catch a total stranger apparently 'spying' from afar - you give him a kind, that be it nervous smile. People in Skyloft truly are too trusting for their own good.

"Oh hello there! …So sorry, I don't think we’ve met yet."

Legend sighs, realizing it would be creepier if he were to just ignore you. With his place of solace now ruined, he stands and dusts the sand off his tunic, "...That's because I'm not from around here."

"Oh?" You tilt your head cutely, likely confused as to what he could possibly mean, after all, where else would he have come from if not Skyloft? Looking him over, you take notice of his outfit, “Are you a knight? I see you have the uniform of one.”

The angel on Legend's shoulder begs him to be honest, after all there's no reason not to be. Naturally, Sky seems to be pretty well known around Skyloft, so maybe you wouldn't be too surprised to learn your local hero has become ensnared in another adventure, bringing home a handful of other heroes. You might even find Legend more interesting if he were truthfully, awed by the rare chance to meet someone outside of your own timeline...yet staying true to his own bad habits, he decides to dig his own grave instead:

"...Yeah, I’m a knight. I'm just usually really busy, so that's probably why you haven't seen me around, you know,” He explains boldly.

You furrow your eyebrows while finally stepping into the water, taking a handful of clothing items with you, "...Huh...I still could've sworn I knew everyone here, what, with the island being so small and all."

Legend cringes. He can't tell if you're simply speaking on your confusion or slyly catching him in a lie, although the uncertainty isn't enough to deter him, "W-Well, I don't live 'here' exactly. I live on one of the...outer islands - And I spend a lot of time there instead of here which would make it easy to miss me."

You give him a strange look that feels as if it could burn right through him, however you fortunately turn away before his heart can ignite, "...May I ask your name?"

"My...name?" He blinks as if that’s the strangest question you could’ve asked.

"I just feel a bit rude for never having noticed you before, but if I were to learn a name to put to the face, I doubt I'll ever walk past you again without a smile," And oh, how deadly your smile is, flashed over your shoulder so innocently, yet those eyes - They hold mischief behind them.

"My name is Li - Ravio. That's my name," Another needless lie...

"Li Ravio?" You repeat, not looking very convinced, "That's certainly...a name, alright."

"W-Well, I didn't pick it!" Yes, yes he did...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offense. It's a unique name, that's all, but that will make it easier to remember," You laugh at his misery, your eyes crinkling with the action. You then introduce yourself, your name sounding vaguely familiar, although Legend's in too much of a daze to think of why, "It's nice to meet you, Li Ravio."

He bites back a grumble, already regretting his life choices up until this point. Seriously, if he was going to give himself a cover name and story, couldn't he have picked something a little better? You probably think he's a weirdo, just showing up out of the blue with some half-assed backstory that sounds totally fake - Wait, what does he even care? It's not like he knows you! You're a random civilian from a timeline that comes generations before his own. If he wanted, he could march off and never see or think about you again...but does he want to?

Despite his previous desire for isolation, Legend remains standing there dumbly in the sand, entranced by the song you go back to humming while carefully scrubbing away at your laundry. You take no shame in your singing - which is good, because there's no reason to be. You sound nothing short of holy, and quite honestly, you match the look, practically glowing in the beams of sunlight. Even your movements are graceful, so much so that as you wade out of the water, you hardly disturb the water lilies around you.

"Where'd you learn to sing like that?" The question slips before Legend can help it, but there's no taking it back. You stop mid-step onto the sand, eyes quickly darting up to look at him in surprise. It's as if no one's ever been smart enough to give you that compliment before...or perhaps no one has ever sounded quite so astonished while saying it.

"My cousin and I sing every evening at the Lumpy Pumpkin," You explain, bashfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear after dropping your laundry back into its basket and picking it up, "You should come by sometime. It’s on an island south east of here - Very cozy, and a great place to get to know new people, too.”

"I'll, um...think about it,” Legend answers awkwardly with a cough. Will they even be staying in Skyloft that long? How would he even get to another island, especially without anyone else following - Wait, why is he even considering this?!

You seem to have lost some of your cheer. Perhaps that wasn’t the exact answer you were hoping to hear, however Legend, once again, has no way of taking it back.

“...Well, I, um, should get going. These clothes won’t dry themselves,” You mumble, gesturing to the basket you keep against your hip. Without waiting for any goodbye, you make your way up the shoreline, only stopping temporarily to shout over your shoulder, “Oh, and Li Ravio? I should probably tell you that Link was looking for you earlier! He wanted to make sure all you boys knew not to get too close to any edges! It’s quite the fall!”

Legend doesn’t respond, too stunned to form words as you chuckle to yourself before skipping off on your merry way. So you were aware of his lies the entire time!

Faced with tired bones and a sinking sun that plummets the world into night, the Chain has no choice but to call it a day (not that they have any objections towards rest). They practically collapse where they stand, taking a few greedy minutes to catch their breaths before picking up the work once again.

Setting up bedrolls, sparking a fire, organizing supplies, and chopping vegetables, the heroes are kept active for a decent hour or two until they can take another breather. Gathered around a wonky circle, their conversation is light and mostly focused upon their hunger which is only fueled by the pleasant smell of soup until it can be dished out.

About half the boys have bowls in their hands before a sudden snap of a twig causes them to trade their meals for weapons, senses on heightened alert especially when a stranger soon steps out of the shadows. At such a distance, the fire's light only barely outlines their silhouette, but that’s apparently all it takes for someone in their group to realize this is no actual stranger who's stumbled across them.

Hyrule's face lights up as he exclaims your name. Your own reaction is quite similar, switching from caution to excitement within the same second that you remove the hood from your head. The way you both move to greet each other, holding the other's arms with bright smiles and disbelief is quick to calm the other heroes. If you're a friend of the wary traveler's, then you'll be a friend to them.

"I thought it was your voice I heard from the trail, but then again, I haven't heard you in ages! And to find you in such a large group of companions? Never before! Where have you been for all this time, old friend?" You seem to go through several emotions all at once - a steady flow from relief, confusion, sorrow, and joy. Hyrule is hardly any better.

"It's a long story, but I haven't exactly been around to be seen," When you give him a bewildered look, he’s quick to brush it off, "I'll tell you all about it some other time - Hey, why don't you join us for dinner? There's plenty to go around!”

Your eyes instantly widen as you wave your hands in front of yourself, your smile suddenly strained, "Oh, no - no thanks! That's a kind offer, really, but I, um, ate not too long ago -"

"- Pss! He's not the one who does the cooking here," Someone whispers. At that, your shoulders visibly relax.

"...Oh...Well, uh, now that I think about it, it was really more of a light snack earlier. I suppose I could stand to eat something more."

Hyrule beams at this, clearly happy to have someone he knows so well stick around even if only for a night. It's then that he finally introduces you to the group, explaining that you're a fellow traveler he often crossed paths with during his own adventures. Seeing how dangerous this time can be, you had a habit of sharing supplies, camps, and stories to feel less alone in the world, so it's no wonder that you'd be so relieved to see each other safe again.

"Mind if I sit by you, stranger?" You ask, peeking around at Twilight while Hyrule grabs you a bowl of soup. Despite your tired eyes and worn expression, you still manage a friendly smile that causes the rancher to nearly choke on his spoon.

With a cough and blush, he scoots to the side, probably making far more room than you actually need, "...Not one bit."

"Thanks!" Fortunately, you don't seem to think anything of his reaction as you gratefully take a seat nor do you take any notice of the way he steals another curious glance at you.

Seeing as you're a new face within the group, it's only natural that you become the center of attention. Questions are thrown your way left and right, many interested to know your story which you modestly tell with little fanfare. Apparently, you've been a traveler for the last few years, wandering from place to place while making a living off trading the resources you collect throughout your journey. Before then, though, you used to live at your family's ranch.

"You grew up on a ranch?" Twilight asks a bit too eagerly once the topic's mentioned, earning himself a lot of strange looks including one from yourself, although you at least seem more forgiving than his friends, quickly letting your confusion go with a gentle nod.

"I did - For most my life, actually," That's all you say before going back to stirring your soup which you're thankful not to find any bone fragments in.

"What made you move on from that life?" Perhaps it's an out-of-line question a gentleman shouldn't be asking, after all he's no more than a stranger to you, but learning a pretty thing such as yourself may have a similar background to himself makes him forget all manners.

"...It was destroyed by monsters some time back," You answer simply while taking a bite.

Twilight bows his head, shame burning inside, "...Oh. I'm real sorry to hear that."

Despite his fears of having caused offense, you merely shrug off any discomfort, “My family made it out alright and we make do with what we have now. Can't go complaining about that."

"...I'm from a farming village myself - From Ordon,” He goes on to tell in a quiet ramble, “I’ve worked there as a ranch hand practically all my life, overseeing the goats we’re famous for. It’s quaint, and about as far from the big towns as you can get, but homely. And the people there - Why, I don’t think you’ll find anyone more kind and welcoming. Like livin’ in one big family.”

Once again, this probably isn't something he should be saying. If it were him, he'd be beyond distraught to lose the ranch to the point that any reminders would send him spiraling, yet to his continued good fortune, you take his story for what it's meant to be, setting down your spoon with a comforted smile.

"I'd love to see that…" Orondian, how you enchant him with such a soft gaze, taking him hostage in the sea of your sparkling eyes. If Hyrule's tales are any indication for the horrors of this broken world, you must be a true diamond in the rough to be from a place so cruel. Any less personal control and Twilight wouldn't hesitate to ask you to join them - to come along on this adventure and see how beautiful life will someday be. He could take you to Ordon and show you all he’s come to adore - let you breathe the fresh air scented like hay and pine while overlooking the familiar green fields you’ve dearly missed. Who knows? Maybe you’d even ask to stay.

“I’d love to show you…”

"...Is this still a group conversation ooor?" Wild pipes in awkwardly from Twilight’s side, seeming to speak on everyone else’s discomfort as the poor, stricken young man loses himself to this yearning in his heart. This might be a long night and an even longer day tomorrow if they get stuck listening to him fawning over you...

You’re starting to doubt this shift will ever end…

It feels like you’ve been stuck in here for hours with nothing to do aside from sit at the counter and beg the sun to set just a little faster. You've already restocked inventory twice, organized stock to perfection, and swept the floor until your broom broke…If this keeps up, your sanity might just break, too.

Ringing from the front door’s bell gives you at least something to do as you sigh your typical greeting: "Welcome to Gia's General Store, where we have all your - LINK?!"

With a complete shift in mood, you happily leap up from your stool and race around the corner to meet your friend halfway in a tight embrace that you've both gone far too long without, "It's been ages! How have you been? Where have you been?"

Four chuckles at your eager questioning, "It hasn't been that long."

"Really? Because I swear five years have passed from this shift alone…" You groan dramatically before breaking away from the hug to get a solid look at him. Despite the months that have passed, he looks no different than when he had first set out. Good. You like him just the way he is anyway.

"Please tell me you're planning on sticking around for a bit. I’ve been dying for something interesting to happen around here and your stories are just the salvation I need! I only have an hour to go until I can close up, though I'm afraid I might stab myself with a fire arrow before then. It’s been terribly boring!”

That, Four doesn’t doubt. Your home village is as serene as they come which isn’t always a favorable trait in the judgement of two teenagers with more energy coursing through their bones than they know what to do with. Of course, he’s probably done no good helping matters by always filling your head with envious dreams of adventure and mystery.

“We’ll probably be spending the night in town,” He tells you, much to your relief, “In the meantime, we have quite the list of supplies that we need to restock on, if you don’t mind.”

"We?" Somehow you only just notice the group of young men who managed to sneak into the store after Four. A few of them are already looking around at the items you have to offer, while others wait patiently with the hope that they'll be introduced to...Well, whoever you are to their dear friend.

"I would introduce everyone, but we all share the same name."

"All of you?" You look at Four in shock, yet he nods as if it's the most normal thing in the world to him...Then again, it probably is at this rate. Honestly you shouldn't be that surprised yourself. This is Link you're talking to.

"...Huh...Well, feel free to have a look around, I guess, and let me know if you need anything in particular. Arrows are buy one get two free right now, and fully in stock, too, since Link - Er, this Link, hasn't been in town to buy us out,” You explain to the group, jutting a thumb towards Four who rolls his eyes.

Now, usually you become a bit overwhelmed whenever large groups enter your shop, but seeing as these guys are Four's friends, you feel comfortable letting them wander freely. It helps that they seem to know exactly what they're looking for, too, making your job all the easier.

For the most part, the group allows Four and you privacy to catch up, only interrupting your conversation occasionally whenever they have questions about your prices or the quality of your goods, however you aren’t blind to the curious glances they spare you even in silence. No doubt they’re wondering how deep your relationship with Four goes, finding it endearing how at peace the young hero has become in your simple presence.

Most of these glances are quick enough, although you can’t help noticing that one of the boys seems to lack the same subtlety as his friends. Each time you steal a peek through the corners of your eyes, you spot him staring in your direction with an awed look overtaking his face. Whenever someone else nudges him to ask a question, he blinks rapidly with a stammer before bashfully looking away.

‘Cute…’ You’re tempted to think, but then you take notice of how young the boy seems to be. He must be at least a few years younger than Four and you - still a just child, at least by your standards which is an upsetting thought since context clues point to him being a hero, too. If that’s true, that must mean he was as young as Four was when he first set out on all this hero business himself, if not even younger. Poor kid…

Soon enough, Four confirms your suspicions about his traveling companions’ identities, telling you all about the strange portals they’ve traveled through and the journey they’ve been on up until this point. It was mere hours ago that they found themselves this close to home and, well, he couldn’t bear to pass by without seeing you or his uncle.

“Smart. I would’ve been livid had I found out you were in the area and didn’t stop by,” You elbow Four who pushes you back with his shoulder playfully before suddenly glancing behind you. Following his attention, you find the youngest hero standing there shyly, a minish feather necklace in one hand and a small pouch of rupees in the other.

Wind startles, seeming to have not expected your turn, “I, uh, wanted to know how much this was - um, is…So that I can buy it, if I may - for my little sister!”

You notice Four hiding his smirk behind his hand, yet you elect to ignore him for now, instead giving the younger boy your full focus with a kind smile, “How sweet of you. Consider it on the house, kid.”

“R - Really?” He brightens with possibly the widest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“‘course. Think of it as payment for helping my friend here find his way home safely.”

“Wow, thank you miss!” Oh goddesses above, his smile is adorable! He reminds you of the village children who often come here seeking sweet treats, such a simple delight to create lasting joy in their hearts. How you wish you could return to those days yourself - to no longer bear the weight of the world and its troubles in your thoughts. Alas, you could never so skillfully rewind time, but at least you can help protect that same innocence in others, even if only for a moment.

And protect it you do. Even late into the evening, Wind still cherishes that necklace in hand, carefully inspecting its details while kicking his feet giddily in memory of you, the pretty shopkeeper from Four’s Hyrule.

Sure, it probably isn’t that big of a deal. You gave the entire Chain a rather generous discount on their supplies despite their protests, but he was the only one who received your kindness personally without having to share. No one else aside from Four had the joy of seeing your beautiful smile directed his way, your expression soft and comforting like a warm breeze on the summer’s beach.

He hadn’t lied. He does plan on giving the necklace to Aryll once this journey is over, but until then, he’ll probably admire it a little longer, at least until this crush of his settles within his heart.

#x reader #reader insert #linked universe x reader #link x reader #linked universe #legend of zelda #lu legend x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu wind x reader

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nitadllyss · 2 days ago

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Just The Way You Are

Based on Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars

Seungmin x Female Reader (?

Gender: fluff, comfort

Warnings: none ?

Plot: Seungmin loves you and always shows it to you.

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Seungmin and you were just friends, but the chemistry between you two was something that kept you both awake late at night, wondering what would happen if, just if, the feelings you had for each other were mutual. You both saw it as something impossible, unaware of the reality.

"Oh, her eyes, her eyes

Make the stars look like they're not shinin’"

You were camping with your other friends. Obviously, the idea came from Lee Know. Everyone knew there was something more between you and Seungmin, so when assigning the tents, you two ended up sharing one alone.

—"I can’t sleep. I hate this; there are bugs, and I’m freezing," you said, uncomfortable in a thin sleeping bag, rubbing your arms to try to keep the mosquitoes threatening to bite you away.

Seungmin chuckled, turning over to face you as he lay in his own sleeping bag.

—"Don’t be so pampered."

You shot him a glare, narrowing your eyes to show disapproval at his comment.

—"Though, to be honest, I can’t sleep either… Do you want to go outside for a while? The sky seems nice," he said with a smile as he sat up.

When you stepped outside, you both sat on a bench, admiring the beautiful stars lighting up the sky. You were captivated; for a moment, the bugs didn’t bother you, and you didn’t feel cold. You smiled as you watched the stars, taking in the breathtaking view.

Meanwhile, Seungmin could only see how beautiful your eyes looked as the stars’ reflections illuminated them. You looked so stunning, as if there were a thousand constellations in your gaze.

You turned to him and noticed he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was staring at you. Your cheeks felt warm as a faint blush appeared on Seungmin’s face.

—"What are you doing? The stars are over there," you said playfully, pointing at the sky.

—"They look prettier reflected in your eyes," he replied, staring at you intently, his cheeks reddening even more.

He leaned closer to you, your breaths mingling. Clumsily, he placed his hand over yours; his warm skin contrasted with the cold bench.

—"Y/N…" he murmured, lowering his eyes to your lips. His warm breath made you lose your composure.

—"Can I kiss you?" were the last words you heard before he pulled you into a tender kiss full of love and longing.

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"Her hair, her hair

Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day"

You were fast asleep. The cold blanket over your body made you feel cozy, and Seungmin’s warm presence next to you helped you drift into a peaceful slumber.

On the other hand, Seungmin was wide awake beside you, mesmerized by your relaxed expressions: your slightly open mouth, your eyelashes casting faint shadows on your cheeks, and the strands of hair falling over your face. Anyone else might have thought you were a mess, but to him, you were a masterpiece.

You woke up and saw him. The sunlight streaming through the tent made his hair shine a light brown. He looked so handsome.

—"Good morning, love," you said with your raspy morning voice, stretching your still-sleepy limbs.

He smiled at you. He really wanted to pinch your cheeks every time he saw you wake up.

You sat up, determined to get out of bed and make breakfast, but his laughter interrupted your thoughts.

—"You’re so adorable like this, my little poodle," he said with a laugh, pointing at your fluffy, messy hair.

Blushing, you stood up and went to your vanity to check your reflection. God, you looked like a mess.

—"I… I can’t wake up looking like a goddess. How embarrassing," you muttered as you tried to tame your rebellious hair.

—"But you actually look like a goddess," he replied, standing behind you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek.

—"A cute, fluffy goddess," he added before guiding you back to bed, where he rested you on his chest and began playing with your hair.

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"Yeah, I know, I know

When I compliment her, she won’t believe me

And it’s so, it’s so

Sad to think that she don’t see what I see"

It was your third day of menstruation. You felt bloated, and a pimple had appeared on your cheek. Your mood was terrible, mainly because, no matter how much you tried, your appearance didn’t seem to improve.

That’s when Seungmin appeared, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck as you looked for clothes to hide your bloated stomach.

—"You look so pretty today," he murmured, enchanted by your scent, softly caressing your sides.

—"You’re lying," you said angrily, turning around to face him. "I’m not just bloated; my face looks weird because of this. I’m an ugly, deformed monster… I disgust myself," you said, pointing at your pimple and rubbing your stomach in frustration. You were on the verge of tears.

It hurt him to hear you talk about yourself that way. How could you not see that you were perfect?

—"What are you talking about? You’re beautiful, always have been. A pimple doesn’t make you an ogre. Even a million of them wouldn’t. You look amazing no matter what—bloated or not. You’ll always be the prettiest person in the world to me. Please, don’t ever say those awful things about my girlfriend again," he said, looking at you with those loving eyes that always gave you butterflies.

With just those words, you felt more at ease with your appearance that day. What did a pimple or a bloated stomach matter anyway? You looked good if Seungminnie said so.

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"But every time she asks me: Do I look okay?

I say…"

You were getting ready for a company party. Of course, Seungmin was taking you as his date. You wanted to make a good impression, so you carefully picked out your dress, makeup, and hairstyle.

After what felt like hours getting ready, you walked up to your boyfriend to get his opinion.

—"So? How do I look? Do I look okay?" you asked, looking at him and silently hoping he would say yes.

He simply felt like he was falling in love all over again. He pulled you closer and gave you a tender kiss while wrapping his arms around your waist.

—"You look perfect."

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Obviously, this came from that clip of fetus Seungmin singing. I'm just a girl in love with Seungmin 🤷‍♀️

I hope you liked it. 💕

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theamarischapter · 3 days ago

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He's Not My Boyfriend!

CHAPTER 02; denial

pairing: beomgyu x f!reader

w/c: 1.5k

genre: strangers to frenemies to lovers, high school au, slow burn…ish (?), fake dating (for a day)

warnings: none!

summary: you both refuse to give in to your dumb friends’ teasing. beomgyu doesn’t even know where this shipping stuff came from! he never told anyone about his crush on you, not even his best friend. and without that, he’s moved on. he doesn’t like you anymore. his heart belongs somewhere else, and it's not like you want him, eiether. how annoying...

fic below the cut! enjoy <3

Beomgyu’s been quite irritable lately. It’s weird, honestly. Kai has never seen his best friend so…distant. I mean, since the day you all ate lunch together, Beomgyu seems kind of distracted. The teasing has settled but he refuses to even mention your name at all. He’s in one of your classes, but he seems to avoid your gaze and keep interactions short. It makes sense, you think; things are going to be inevitably awkward considering the fact that every word, every glance, every moment is being scrutinized and made sense of by your friends.

— °˖✧✿✧˖° —

Beomgyu hates this. He’s mostly confused, but also a bit annoyed. Why has all of this started so suddenly? It just brings back bad memories. It brings back the part of himself he’s been trying to bury since freshman year—the insecure, quiet loser in the corner of the classroom whose eyes, which hid behind overgrown bangs, focused on you.

He, honestly, thought he could be in love with you. He wasn’t though, no way. He couldn’t even muster the courage to speak to you, so he couldn’t have known you well enough to love you. Still, being in your presence made his heart race and his ears burn. His chest would tighten and swell and his stomach would flutter and he wouldn’t be able to focus, instead occupied “fixing” his hair for the umpteenth time; you deserved his utmost effort. Since he was young, he thought you were pretty, but never paid much mind to you. It was the first day of 8th grade when he walked into math class and you waved with a small, kind smile that he really saw you. And, well, he was a goner after that.

He began to notice the gentle flutter of your pretty eyelashes whenever you’d look down at your paper. A small crease would form between your brows when you were confused and you’d push your lips into a cute, concentrated pout as your eyes scrutinized the paper. Then, the answer would come to you suddenly and you’d nod to yourself in understanding. When you were bored, he’d see you across the classroom folding a sticky note into a butterfly, smiling softly to yourself. He’d find himself smiling, too, before feeling embarrassed and looking away. It was always like that. He’d hear you laughing with your friends and feel urged to laugh too. Your laugh was contagious and bubbly. It was gentle and sincere, giving others confidence in their humor. He’d longed to be by your side. To have your attention and validation. Maybe he was a loser, maybe he was insecure, but if he could just get you, he’d be okay. Everything would be fine and perfect.

He contemplated many times if he should ask Kai for help, but never did. In fact, he never told Kai—never told anyone—which makes the current predicament all the more confusing. Did someone know? Was he obvious? Was it a coincidence? Either way, he got over his feelings by now. He forced himself to do so once he was disillusioned by your charm. He realized that despite being your cousin’s best friend and despite going out of his way for your attention, you never truly acknowledged him. He felt like an alien. Like he was a little ant reaching for the moon; It was stupid to ever entertain the thought of you, so he moved on and accepted that he was nothing. And since high school started, he’s been better than ever. He’s changed himself into someone he can be proud of. He’s confident, more outgoing, and more passionate about his hobbies. More important, however, is that he’s completely over you.

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He sits beside Kai in their shared history class, the sound of mumbled chatter filling the room. The teacher had given the class time to work on their assignment, allowing them to work together quietly (which was emphasized) if need be. The bright, fluorescent lights shine brightly overhead, illuminating Beomgyu’s soft, concentrated features. He hums in thought, slouching in his seat slightly, arms resting atop the wooden desk.

“I think you should give y/n a chance,” Kai whispers suddenly, lips pulled into a smug smile. He leans into Beomgyu’s space, his imploring gaze analyzing the subtle shift in Beomgu’s expression. He senses the upcoming rebuttal from Beomgyu and quickly explains. “I mean, you have nothing to lose!”

Beomgyu sighs, a little exhausted, tired of hearing the same thing over and over again. His brows furrow and he focuses narrowed on the empty worksheet in front of him. His lips purse as he slowly shakes his head. In a quiet, sincere tone, he replies. “I don’t like her though.”

“But you could! If you gave her a chance,” Kai refutes quickly, earning a small huff from Beomgyu, who rolls his eyes and slouches in his seat a little. Kai isn’t wrong, per se, but it’s not something he’d like to entertain. Or, more accurately…

“I can’t.” He replies, looking down thoughtfully. He holds a pen, spinning it carefully between his fingers as he hums in thought. There’s a hint of hesitation, his ears turning a faint shade of pink before he looks back up at Kai. “I don’t want Yeji getting the wrong idea.”

Yeji? As in…cheerleader, class president Yeji? Things seem to click for Kai—Beomgyu’s been so bothered, so defensive, because he likes someone else. He has the urge to feel a little offended at the fact that his best friend hadn’t mentioned his feelings sooner, but it’s no matter now.

“You like her?” Kai asks, head tilting inquisitively. His eyes hold a curious wonder that encourages Beomgyu to explain. There’s a beat of silence, interrupted with the quiet rustle of fabric as Beomgyu shrugs. Kai interprets it as a resounding yes. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Well, I’m trying to keep things chill. But none of you are helping.” Beomgyu sighs, a tinge of annoyance in his tone—not necessarily directed toward Kai, just at the situation.

He was determined, since the start of the semester, to finally make a move on the girl who’s caught his eye since freshman year. Well, let’s be honest, she catches everyone’s eye, but Beomgyu’s feelings had developed through small gestures and interactions. She’s friendly and easy to get along with, but also competitive and high-achieving. Not to mention her looks, which are unreal. Long, dark hair frames her round face. Her skin is soft and glowy, always looking perfect no matter the circumstance. She has a cute smile and pretty, elegant features. She’s, at least in the curated perspective of a rather whipped Beomgyu, perfect. He could care less about any supposed flaws, because in his opinion, they only add to her desirable image.

He thinks his chances are pretty okay…ish. They’ve only gotten worse with all the shipping. Truly, he’s quite annoyed with the whole ordeal and has pinned the blame on you. He doesn’t want Yeji thinking he’s off limits or something. Even if he were to tell her that it means nothing, he’s afraid it might turn her away from him. So, that’s why he’s been so defensive everytime someone utters that dumb ship name. Just last week, he got so annoyed with Soobin that he temporarily blocked him…

He’s serious about winning Yeji over. Apparently, they’re “talking” (he seems to use the word pretty loosely…), and things are going well.

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After much reflection, you’ve landed on the conclusion you knew since the beginning. You absolutely do not want Beomgyu. It’s nothing personal against him! He’s just, decidedly, the complete opposite of your type—from what you remember, at least. You don’t know him too well, but you remember him being more introverted, and the same amount of nerdy as Kai. He plays guitar, but doesn’t do any sports or participate in any clubs. The only thing you can give him is that he’s pretty funny; he always seems to have perfect timing, even if the jokes he makes tend to be odd or immature. And, around his friends at least, he’s not as quiet, but still…

You prefer guys like Choi Yeonjun. Athletic, popular, confident. Not to say that Beomgyu isn’t confident! You’re sure he is, but there’s something about the way Yeonjun carries himself that draws your attention and forces you to admire him until he’s out of sight. He walks with a natural comfort, as though nothing in the world could knock him over. He’s not humble, no, he parades his achievements around with confidence. He’s hot and he knows it. He’s the star player of the basketball team and he’s not afraid to admit it. Yet, despite that, it never feels like he’s putting anyone else down. He’s kind and quick to pick others up, he treats everyone equally. And something about all that is insanely attractive to you. Beomgyu’s cool, but he’s too soft, too quiet, too much of a loser.

It’s clear now: you don’t like him and he doesn’t like you. That’s that, and your friends can all stay in delusion land if they think you two would ever get along as more than friends...

Well, like...he could be worse, right? Maybe if you’re desperate, you’ll give him a chance.

a/n: not much interaction this chapter, mostly background stuff and setting up for future chapters. trust!! next chapter things will start kicking off !! a bit of forced proximity i suppose...but not too forced. hope you enjoyed this one, though. comments, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thanks for your support :)

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previous: chapter 1

upcoming: chapter 3 - your friends manage to trick you into hanging out together...you'll kill them for this!!!

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Sooo many things to say

You'd been quiet for days, chalking it up to exhaustion from work, but Bradley was a little concerned. He was missing out on a lot of cooking and cleaning at home, as well as responsibilities with Rose. Most days, he was collapsing in bed right after you, body tired and brain overworked. But he was close to advancing a few of his pilots to the next stage in their careers, and he didn't want to let up just yet.

Yeah now guess how tired it makes to grow a human from scratch while also being the food source for another one🙄

Bradley looked down at your face, the perfect curve of your cheek catching the sunlight. You were beautiful. Every bit as stunning as the day he first laid eyes on you in one of the classrooms he passed on a regular basis. "Sweetheart, if there's anything good or just in this world, it better be another girl. Then I'd have three of you to look at."

🥰🥰🥰

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with." Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

Say it!!!

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

hahaha fair

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please." You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

He loves being a dad so much 🥹

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way. "Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls." Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

Bradley's excitment for his daughter(s) is so pure 🥹

You wanted to be happy. You really did. But it was too hard. Somehow letting your sadness ebb and flow was easier. Especially whenever you ventured too far away from your lab or your office. Indigo was always around. It was like she knew were to find you. And perhaps she did. Your name was in the directories around base. But it felt like she was mocking you. She obviously wanted your husband, and he was either oblivious or hiding something.

This is just breaking my heart, she has already so much on her plate...

Indigo smiled and laughed, showing off her perfect teeth. "Well, I can't give you details here, but... it's no wonder he's willing to spend so much time with me after hours. Anyone with eyes can see his wife let herself go this time around." Your cheeks burned as she added, "He's more than happy to help me with absolutely anything I need." You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

I think I'm gonna throw up🤢

"She's right," you whispered, tossing your lunch onto your desk and running for the bathroom. One glance in the mirror as you ran for an empty stall left you sobbing in the ladies' room. You looked awful. It was no wonder Bradley was paying extra attention to her. The fear that looking at Indigo had already turned into touching her was eating away at you. When you flushed the toilet, you turned and gagged before emptying the meager contents of your stomach into the bowl.

Oh no, I just wanna hug her 🥺 (and maybe slap some sense in Bradley)

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?" Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

Oh I have a feeling Nat is gonna my part in slapping some sense into him

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it. "You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked. "What?" "The word dumbass written across your forehead." "Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place. Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup." Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Oh good he is so clueless...also Jake for backup is great because he no matter what will be on BG's side!

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

Nat is just the best🫰🏻

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about." The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity. "She wants in your pants," Jake drawled. "Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about. "Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest. Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Oh god he really doesn't get it 🤦🏻‍♀️

If Indigo had been flirting with him this whole time, he'd written her off as an overzealous young pilot trying to prove herself. Now every interaction replayed through his mind, and he rubbed his palm over his eyes as he groaned. There was no way this was happening to him. He'd been alone with her on several occasions in his office. The door always remained open, but she'd pushed for him to close it. Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well. Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

Halleluja! It got through his thick skull

"Okay, there's my answer," Nat whispered, wrapping her fingers gently around his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. She pressed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Thank god you're just stupid. It would be so much worse if you were messing around with her intentionally."

She's so real for that lol

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?" "Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

Jake is jumping on the opportunity to bash Bradley hahah

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?" "Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes. "Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

They are not wrong🤷🏻‍♀️

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?" "Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

Oh he is so fucked when they gang on him like that

When Bradley noticed movement, he looked up at the sliding glass door. You were carrying Rose around the living room, bouncing her in your arms as you yawned. Getting the Nugget ready for bed was supposed to be his job. He loved it. The bedtime stories and the snuggles were the best part. He needed to have this.

I love that he loves doing the bedtime routine🥹

Finally he walked inside, sliding the door closed quietly behind him, trying not to panic. Rose was nearly asleep, but you let him take her into his arms. Bradley kissed her all over her sweet face before forfeiting her to her crib, then he climbed in bed with you. When he reached for your hand, you curled up against him, and he let his hand rest along your belly. "I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

Oh he better start to act like it... I have a bad feeling 🥴

Aim for the Sky Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't wait to learn if Rose is going to have a younger brother or sister. Planning for the baby means planning for the future, but Bradley can feel that you're unhappy. With help from friends, he finally figures out why.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, jealousy, vomiting

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Truthfully, he was enjoying many aspects of his day-to-day at work. He loved making decisions that would benefit his group. When he had a compelling answer for his superior officers, it made him feel so good about himself. He didn't even mind putting in the extra hours. But it was clear that Indigo wanted to be his class pet, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about that.

She was weighing on his mind a lot, most likely because she was constantly invading his office hours. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to try so hard to be the best aviator in the bunch when she just simply was the best one. But that would be feeding her ego, which probably wasn't the smartest option right now.

"Are you ready?"

Bradley looked up from his desk to see you standing there, and he jumped to his feet. "Of course I'm ready," replied with a smile, pushing all of his paperwork to the side and logging out of his computer. "Been looking forward to this."

You smiled softly, hand resting on the slight swell of your belly as you shifted your weight from one booted foot to the other. "Me too," you whispered, and Bradley grabbed his keys, wallet and phone from his desk drawer. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and headed out into the sunny October afternoon.

"Time for our final guesses," you said. "Do you think it's a boy or another girl?"

"Rose looks like you, Bradley!" you insisted immediately, breaking out in the biggest smile he'd seen on your face in weeks.

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with."

Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

"We'll be late if we don't get a move on," you whispered. Bradley responded by kissing along your cheek to your lips. "I'm serious, Roo," you mumbled.

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

A short drive later, and the two of you were walking into the waiting room right on time. You barely sat down before a nurse was calling you back and handing you a hospital gown.

"It's weird without Rose here," you said as you got undressed. Bradley held out the gown for you to slip into, shaking his head.

"Nah. This is just for us. She can hear all about it later after work."

He was just about to close the distance to stop you from tying the gown closed so he could get another look at you, but Dr. Morris strolled in.

"How are we all doing?" she asked, shooting Bradley a look on her way past. It wasn't like he was capable of knocking you up again, but she was looking at him like he might have.

"Fantastic," he replied at the same time you said, "Okay."

He shot you a look as you eased yourself up on the table. He wasn't sure what he could do to make you happier. A conversation was clearly necessary now, but he didn't even know how to initiate it. If finding out more about the second Nugget today wasn't enough to make you smile, he didn't know what was.

He dropped down into the chair at your side, wrapping his big hand around yours as Dr. Morris spread that warm gel across your belly and asked you an array of questions. He listened to your answers as his heart beat a little faster. He was excited about this. Soon you could talk about baby names and nursery themes. He couldn't wait to meet his second child in the spring.

Bradley kissed your fingertips, watching intently as your doctor isolated some ultrasound images. Then she asked, "Do you want to find out the sex?"

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please."

You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

"It's a girl."

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way.

"Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls."

Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

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Bradley had been inundating your text thread for days with links to various nursery themes, but meanwhile you and he hadn't even decided which room would be your second daughter's.

"A second daughter," you whispered at your desk. Your parents were excited; you got to watch your mom and dad cry over FaceTime. Rose was too young to care, but one day she might have an opinion about her sister. You, on the other hand, felt like a mixed bag of emotions.

When you managed to let your intrusive thoughts win out, you checked his phone only to find pretty much nothing untoward. Other than ruining the surprise of what was probably supposed to be an anniversary gift, all you found was one unanswered message Indigo sent to him a while ago. It bordered on flirtatious, and you were a little concerned that he gave her his phone number, but there was really nothing there.

But she was in your face on base enough that you kept to your office as much as you could. Of course, today was the day you were absolutely starving, and you left your lunch at home. You could pop down to the cafeteria, grab a sandwich to appease yourself and the baby, and then bring it back up here to eat it. Should be a piece of cake.

Hot turkey sandwiches were on the menu, and you almost cried tears of joy as you had one packed up in a container with extra gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. It smelled so good, you couldn't wait to take a bite.

When you were waiting for the elevator, you froze with your lunch in your hands. You could see Indigo and Spice heading out of the cafeteria, and there was hardly anyone in the lobby for you to try to hide behind. You felt absolutely ridiculous as you stood there eavesdropping.

"What kind of progress have you made?" Spice asked, voice carrying over the sound of conversation around you.

You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

A sob escaped your lips, and you tripped along to your office door. You really did look awful. Your skin was broken out, and you were going to need to start wearing the maternity tent well before your third trimester. Your belly was already tender, and then the baby decided this was the perfect moment to kick hard enough you thought you were going to wet your khakis.

When you finally made it back to your office, your stomach couldn't handle a single bite of food. You dumped it in the trash.

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Bradley was just wrapping up a meeting with Maverick when Indigo cornered him outside his office. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, trying to keep the amusement from his voice. She was getting to be relentless.

As she shook her head slowly, she laughed. "I already told you, Sir, I can think of countless things you could help me with."

"Well why don't you run some of them past me?"

Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. "We could do that at the Hard Deck? I could still buy you that drink?"

Bradley sighed, hands planted on his hips which somehow drew her in closer. "I can't let any of you buy me drinks. Sorry, but that's not going to happen." He nodded toward his door. "But I have about fifteen minutes if there's something I can help you with."

She nodded. "Fifteen minutes would probably be more than enough, Sir."

Indigo stepped inside his office, glancing back at him over her shoulder, but Bradley saw another familiar face turn the corner in the hallway.

"Hey, there, hot shot," said Natasha, making Bradley smile. "You have a minute?"

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?"

Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "See you around seven?"

"Yeah."

She took one more look at Indigo before marching back the way she came, leaving Bradley with nothing to do but take a seat behind his desk.

"Do you want me to close the door?" Indigo asked, voice laced with hope as she half stood.

"Leave it," Bradley replied, once again showing no hint of favoritism. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

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After dinner, you excused yourself to Rose's nursery to feed her and make a phone call to your parents. Bradley kissed you on the forehead before doubling back to the bedroom to change into gym clothes. When he let you know Nat was coming over to workout in the garage, you seemed almost relieved.

He started setting up his weights and bench press when he heard the sound of a familiar engine pull up to the house. A minute later, Nat was strolling in wearing bright pink spandex with a matching gym bag.

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it.

"You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked.

"What?"

"The word dumbass written across your forehead."

He rolled his eyes, dropping her bag onto one of the mats. Then he froze as he heard another engine pull up to a stop at his driveway. This one made him glare at Nat.

"Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place.

Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup."

Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Natasha closed the distance to him, patting Bradley on the chest with a firm hand. Her dark eyes conveyed concern as she asked, "Are you fucking stupid? Or are you doing it on purpose?"

"Huh?"

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity.

"She wants in your pants," Jake drawled.

"Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about.

"Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest.

"Indigo?" Bradley asked, taking a step away from her. Both Nat and Jake were nodding as Bradley's brow creased. "She's like twenty-six years old."

"So?" Nat asked, hands planted on her hips.

"So, she's not trying to get in my pants. I'm married. Everyone knows I'm married."

Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well.

Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

"I'm not," he barked, angry at the insinuation. "I wouldn't. I've never even touched her!"

Nat's hands were on his chest, coaxing him to calm down, but he was too worked up. "Easy, Soul Sister," she said, but he was shaking his head now.

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?"

Bradley's chest was heaving with ragged breaths as she guided him to sit on his bench. He landed hard, jostling the weights as he looked up at two sympathetic faces.

"Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?"

"Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes.

"Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

"Fuck." Bradley stood and started pacing around. He felt like his job and marriage were suddenly on the line. He didn't know what to say to you that wouldn't potentially make things worse right now. If he could think of something reasonable, he'd run across the yard and back inside the house and say it to your face.

Maybe this was part of the reason you'd been so quiet? But it didn't make sense. He never talked about Indigo outside of the context of work, because there was simply nothing else to say. But after that night at the bar, you were really fucking mad at him. He thought you were mad that he got drunk, but maybe there was more to it.

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?"

"Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

But he would take care of everything. He'd talk to Mav and figure it all out. What other choice did he have?

"I'm heading inside," he murmured. "Can the two of you turn off the lights and lock up when you're done."

Bradley didn't wait for an answer. He was already walking across the backyard, craving your reassuring touch that he wasn't quite sure he deserved. When his phone vibrated in the pocket of his shorts, he pulled it out. He was met with another text from Indigo, but this time there was a photo as well. She was on the beach at sunset, the orange and pink sky somehow making her eyes look even more startlingly blue, and she was smiling at the camera. When his eyes slid down the screen to her cleavage, he almost dropped his phone. But not before he read the text.

This beach is so beautiful. Wish you were here.

Bradley couldn't decide what to do. Turn around and go back to the garage? Go inside the house? Sit down on Rose's jungle gym and cry? Smash his phone to bits? When another text appeared, he looked at it immediately.

Oops, I sent that to the wrong person. Have a good night, Sir.

Bradley squeezed his phone in his hand until he was afraid it might break. Then he opened a different text thread and pounded out a message, hitting send immediately.

Mav, I need to talk to you about something important first thing in the morning.

"I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

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Start getting your shit together, Bradley. Indigo has shown she's relentless. Also, I thought I was solid on the baby's name, but I might put it to a vote. Stay tuned. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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ainnur · 2 days ago

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we know you like celestialchaos (Wukong/Xiangliu) and divorced shadowpeach (where Macaque is the pathetic ex) but do you have any other LMK ships?

with or without Wukong, doesn’t matter

I DO!! Im a semi multishipper so I have few ships I like and some of them a pretty rare but I'll explain why I like them in simple way.

Start with my third favorite:

StableBoy (Ao Lie/Wukong)

To me this ship just a cute one. It match my hc that Ao Lie being the first person Wukong ever open up to after all the shit he been through because Wukong loves horses lol. And Ao lie is one of the persons that see Wukong grow to be better. I can see it as first ever heathy relationship Wukong ever have. Also Ao Lie the first person he ever truly trusted always listening to what he says. Ao Lie is Wukong's light.

OTHER SHIPS 👇🏼👇🏼

GoldenDragon (Mk/Mei)

Best friend to lover trope. They is two people that would say "If we single when we 27, we just marry each other" and the keep their dynamic. Plus they always be their for each other and match each other energy. They know each other the best and I like that about them. And when I first watched lmk I actually think they were dating or something lol. Im just like the silver and gold brother demon 🥲 sue me. If anything GoldenDragon is not parelle with Shadowpeach but StableBoy.

FreeNoddle (Tang/Pigsy)

Old married couple for the win✨ I just like how they lovingly fight with each other but comfort each other when needed.

LionPeach (Azure/Wukong)

This really giving love at first sight 😭I mean what is this. Look I like them because they cute. Azure admire Wukong and see him as great warrior, a bother, the King! Little bit too much its unhealthy. And Wukong have all his trust and having same gold as him and that is making the world a better place. But because his admiration, he blame Wukong for failing. For not achieving what he expect of Wukong to be. He also think what he doing is right. But even everything he never wanted to hurt anyone deep down and he made mistakes and redeemed himself with his life despite everything he loved his friends and they all loved him. Just look at Wukong when Azure die. And after everyting Wukong still care about him in a way.

Shadowpuppet (Not Mayor/Macaque)

Petty rival that somehow get together lol. I like them both being shitty to each other but cant leave each other side because they only have each other 🥲.

DestinyBone (Mayor/Lady Bone Demon)

One side love. Mayor do everything for LBD while her only focus on her destiny. Everything he do is for her but now she gone...he is nothing.

PuppetPeach (Wukong/Mayor)

Toxic yuri- okay look I have this idea for them with Mayor try to find someone else to serve after LBD is gone. At first Mayor dont like Wukong because you know, Wukong is the one make him realize that LBD never actually need him. But when fighting with Wukong he remember something. The warm that Wukong left him. It also cold when come to lbd and that how he like it but this warm feel strange to him. After some stalking he see Wukong as the leader, as the protector, as the hero and most importantly as a KING. Someone who deserve to be serve. I made a fanfic once about them HERE

StringDoll (Spider Queen/Lady Bone Demon)

✨Toxic Yuri for real ✨No explainition just them

IronBull (PIF/DBK)

Vilain power couple ✨. They may be a shit parents to Red Son but damn they're THAT couple. They just good with each other. I like how dbk defend PIF by saying that PIF can handle herself because she is a strong women but still worry about her because THAT his wife, he have right to be worry. And PIF? She loyal for him. 500 years finding way to free her husband from mountain. *Ehem* Take note Macaque *Ehem*. PIF would rush to her husband always. Just like when Azure attack DBK and his family, PIF quickly rush and jump infront of her husband wanting to protect him. I was like damn, you go girl ✨They either be good parents or good couple. They made their decision lol.

GoldenFeather (Peng/Wukong)

Okay I like this ship because my friend @starrclown make me ship theme with their cute fanfic. But I still have my own idea for them. I like them in 2 way

1)Peng having a casual crush on Wukong. Its never anything big. Peng just think Wukong is funny and chaotic. Peng love 'chaos' anyway and without it they think it be boring. Peng know that Wukong never actually like anyone and is fine by that. If Wukong like them back it be awasome but if Wukong dont Peng will be just find.

2) Peng have crush on Macaque😬. Hate crush but still crush. The thing is that Mac is a simp for Wukong and Peng just don't get it. He just don't get what so good about Wukong that got Macaque drolling like that. Peng being curious and also don't want seem as coward like Macaque ask Wukong for a "night" just to have the taste. Now he understand Macaque and wanting Wukong

Also Peng might be more important to Wukong consider he is one of first ink from Wukong scroll that show up and the first one to attack

This is OC x Canon:

ToxicPeach (Steve/Wukong)

Okay this is crack ship that me and my friend @halfdeadhalfpaniced made with random character we call Steve. But more time pass I kinda like the ship. Steve the wanna rockstar fall in love with the Monkey King himself. Wukong is questioning why he like that loser lol

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quirekey · 1 day ago

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Could you do a B-127 Transformers One headcanon with an introverted female reader?

This is vague but that means more ideas, loving it :3

[ BUMBLEBEE ] x [ FEMME!READER ]

[ bumblebee x cybertronian!femme!introverted!reader ]

READER INTRO

You're a pretty reserved bot. You always found socialisation and parties daunting. The thought of bots laughing at you never left your mind. You never spoke first and always stood down. You were definitely insecure and introverted. You were thrown down to the sub-levels since others took credit for your work and the higher-guards thought you were useless.

HEADCANONS

- When you were thrown down to Sub-level 50, you were absolutely devastated. Society will never be in your reach again and you’ll never see anyone again… Wait, you’re never gonna see anyone again. The thought of no-body bothering you excited you so much, hell you were ecstatic. You got up and squealed, jumping around and celebrating.

”Huh? HEY! YOU’RE A BOT! LIKE ME!”

- The second you heard that voice, it stung you hard. The sting’s venom spreads through your frame, the truth is that you are stuck down here with somebody else too.

- B127 introduced himself as Bumblebee, telling you everything about him. How he got here, what he was before, what he wants to do, his nightmares and dreams. You never really asked for him to tell you so much but I guess you didn’t mind.

- Bumblebee did scare you for a bit. His hyperactive and talkative additude overtook him and it drowned you in overstimulation. You didn’t mind but his rambling frightened you. His positive look on things did help you when you were a bit overwhelmed.

- Bumblebee would definitely want you to make ‘friends’ with him, grabbing random trash and making sculptures. You refused at first, you were too timid to try and too afraid of judgement. After a bit of ‘friend-making’ as he called it, you made one of your own. Bumblebee was so happy and joyful that you went through with it, overly praising you for your contribution.

- Bumblebee is pretty physical around you. Considering Bee has been stuck and alone for so long, it wouldn’t be surprising if he was absolutely starved of touch. He wanted to make up for this time he spent alone with you, hugging you and trying to fist-bump or high-five you as much as possible. You didn’t mind but it can get repetitive and maybe even mental.

- Bumblebee has made up many games with his ‘friends’ to make up time. Now that you are here, he had someone to actually play with! He tried to get you to play all of his games, testing and playing all day. Some were fun and some were not, either way they were all just experiments.

- Since you two are forced to be alone together for so long, this helped you feel more comfortable with him. Because of this, you decided to tell him your unstable mentality and how you are always trying so hard but it seems like you couldn’t do things right. Bumblebee understood your situation and had a lot of sympathy for you. This helped Bumblebee understand where your personality came from and now he was more sympathetic.

- Bumblebee made the first move. The way you guys got together started off with a sudden and small kiss from him. He grabbed your face plate and gave you a small peck on the face at random… That’s when you knew that you both loved each other.

#transformers #transformers one #tfone #tfo #bumblebee #b127 #headcanons #transformers x reader #bumblebee x reader #b127 x reader

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mellohiizz · 23 hours ago

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wanted to talk about odyssey duo and my um. view on their dynamic and relationship.

probably going to be a pretty long yap, but i really wanted to talk about them since there's been some talk about them after the last uu video. it caused me to think deeper into their relationship and i wanted to write it down.

(putting it here just in case: not targeted at anyone. just yapping about the codependent silly guys that i hate.)

the thing about odyssey duo, to me, is that yes, they are in some ways unhealthy. they're codependent and messy. but that doesn't mean that they're "toxic" or their friendship is not working.

they're both flawed characters with destructive traits. parrot is dry and unable to express his emotions properly, which leads to misunderstandings over his intentions. wifies is not a saint either, he's stubborn and can get very pushy when it comes to his own decisions. (insisting on dean leaving without explaining anything and trying to do it without parrot knowing, burning the compass to forcefully keep parrot from going to farlands)

but the main thing about them to me is that if you really look into it, they're both trying to make it work. they do care about each other and have both shown it more than once in different ways.

they both did and said things that aren't great. but it doesn't make one or the other good or bad. yes, parrot came out quite cold and uncaring a couple of times, but it doesn't automatically makes him a bad person, or means that he's mistreating, or even 'abusing' wifies in any sense.

if we're pushing it to that point, you could say wifies also used parrot in a sense of wanting to feel human and wanting someone who would 'want him back' without knowing his real self. (im being dramatic with this, obviously)

parrot comes off as uncaring because of how dry and unable to show his actual emotions he seems to be. which is a valid character trait considering how often he just couldn't because of the circumstances. parrot is someone who's very goal oriented. when he needs to focus on something, he locks in. it's the only thing he thinks about and everything else goes to the back of his mind.

which also brings me to the point of the way parrot deals with grief. one thing is how often parrot just couldn't express his grief over losing someone. he grieved luigi, yes, because it was one time he actually was allowed to take a little bit of time to actually process the fact that someone died in front of him. and even then, instead of fully allowing himself to grieve, he had to focus on other things.

same goes for dean. dean's death was pretty much shock value for both parrot and viewers, and parrot tried to grieve him too. but during it, he was interrupted by literally the number one threat at the time.

so of course when another loss comes into picture, parrot doesn't allow himself to grieve him. he acknowledges his loss ("your leader just killed my best friend"), but there was no time for him to actually let himself properly grieve wifies or even allow himself to react. they were in the middle of dealing with the mafia, and he needed to focus on that instead.

we only see the impact wifies' death had on him by the end of the episode. where he does listens. he lights the beacon despite expressing his indifference to them the whole episode. that, once again, shows that he does care.

he was hesitant on letting wifies go through with joining the mafia in the first place. he agreed because he trusted wifies to be safe and know what he's doing. it was already shown to us that wifies is parrot's weak point. he tried so many times to keep wifies away from the danger simply because he didn't want to lose him. back in the video where clown was hunting parrot, there was a very clear parallel between branzy being clown's weak point and wifies being parrot's. the difference in that was parrot knew clown wouldn't have hesitated to kill wifies.

they both changed the ways the go about things for the other. they care, but unfortunately, they were doomed by the narrative. the universe screwed them over by putting them into circumstances where they just wouldn't have worked it out.

in conclusion, because this is already very long, yes, odyssey duo are messy. they're not the healthiest duo, and they do have issues. but they tried to overstep those and work, and that's what i like about them.

#☆ mel yaps .#☆ unstable universe .#parrotx2 #wifies #odyssey duo #they make me sick #it ended up much longer than i intended um....#mightttt add some more things if i think of other points but this is already much longer than i thought it would be like i said #idk how much of a hot take this is with how many other opinions on them i saw recently #btw yeah not invalidating other people's opinions im just fixated on those freaks and wanted to yap #also a point my friend brought up.#i dont think its fair to expect a big scale of emotional moments from any of them. it's just a fun project made by some guys who play mc #not a fanfiction #or whatever #but yeah ^_^

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yanderes-galore · 2 days ago

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Oooh how about Yandere Macaque who grows attached to his new student ;)

Sure! Made the pairing vague as it can go either way.

Yandere! Macaque with Apprentice! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Controlling behavior, Gaslighting, Possessive behavior, Fear of abandonment, Isolation, Forced companionship/relationship.

Macaque struggles when it comes to forming personal connections.

Ever since Wukong's betrayal, he hasn't let anyone get close to him.

That's been the reason Macaque acts the way he does, after all.

Macaque didn't expect to get attached to you.

In fact, he was hoping he wouldn't in fear of getting hurt again.

Macaque is manipulative and cunning....

Originally he took you in because he felt he could use you.

Similar to MK, Macaque felt you had potential.

He originally intended to make you a rival to MK, a way to continue sticking it to Wukong.

Not only that, but Macaque knows of the dangers the future holds...

He wants you prepared.

Macaque is a manipulative teacher.

He probably picked you as you were going through some negative things in your life.

As a being forced to be in the shadows, he understands your feelings all too well.

Isn't he benevolent when he takes you in?

He has you stay at a dojo with him, promising power and lessons.

Macaque preys on the vulnerable, which would make him be able to get in your head.

Macaque normally starts off as isolating.

He wants you to rely on him so he can influence your development.

He dismisses the idea of you having friends or family to go to.

You have duties to attend to.

He can't have his student falling behind if they wish to get stronger, right?

Macaque may actually be... anxious when his obsession starts.

Why does he feel excited when you pay attention to him?

Why does he enjoy your smile and presence?

He... He doesn't need companionship.

Yet it gets harder and harder to believe his own words when he looks at you.

He hates the idea of him being attached.

He doesn't need anyone, no recognition or anything.

But... Why must you be so adorable to him?

Why must he like it when you try your best?

You're trying to impress him... You look up to him...

... and he loves it.

Macaque craves that feeling of validation.

To see you look at him so eagerly, to want his praise?

It's more addicting than anything.

This results in Macaque using his earlier tactics... but for a different motive.

He still wants to isolate you, to make you focus on just him....

Yet it's not for lessons or to get back at Wukong.

Now it's because he craves your gaze on him.

Macaque needs you to look at him, to trip over yourself trying to impress him.

He's your teacher, your master, and now he's enjoying every second of it.

Sure, he's possessive, but he's always been selfish.

Macaque only cares for himself.

You make him want to give in to your comfort... to make you all his.

He feels no shame in keeping you with him at the dojo.

When you ask to leave, to speak with friends or family, he vetoes it....

"Friends? Family? Did you forget what I taught you? You can't trust anyone out there... No one but me, your teacher. Understand?"

Of course you listen, he listened to you when no one else would.

How could you not listen to teacher?

Macaque makes sure to keep you busy.

More lessons, more training, more chats....

At this point you live at the dojo.

Macaque always follows you around, practically becoming your shadow with how he looms over you.

To Macaque, it's all about messing with the mind.

He doesn't have to harm a soul himself if he wants you to himself.

He just needs to make you think you need no one else....

Macaque enforces this with his words, praising you and making you reliant on his praise and gifts.

Essentially... He love bombs you to make sure no one else gets your attention.

You can't betray him if he's all you have.

He tells you that you need him.

He says you're too weak on your own, that you need him to be strong.

Do you really want to be alone again?

I feel him manipulating you as your teacher and friend is bad enough.

But when romantic?

He's going to cling to you, he'll make you reliant on his touch just to drag you deeper into his web of lies.

Macaque doesn't care about showing off to Wukong and MK anymore.

Now he just wants you to be his, to keep him company.

He's scared he'll lose you, just like how he was hurt in the past.

So he'll hurt you just enough to make you reliant on him.

He can't lose you if he breaks you and builds you up.

He'll make you forget your old life, he'll have the darkness swallow you.

You'll be his student, his toy, all he ever wants and needs.

He won't need to hurt a soul as long as no one pries too much.

Even if they did, he's used to fighting.

He'll convince you anyone trying to come for you is trying to turn you against him.

You'd never leave your teacher all alone, would you?

No, He knows you wouldn't.

He'll do every dirty trick in the book to make you stay with him.

He'll gaslight you to make you trust him..

He'll bribe, lie, threaten, scold... everything.

As long as he gets in your head, he's won.

By this point, you'll always listen to teacher.

You live with him, train with him, eat with him, sleep with him...

Macaque knows by this point he'll never lose you, not when he's broken you in like this...

You'll be all his once you need him as much as he needs you... master and apprentice bound forever.

#yandere lego monkie kid #yandere lmk #yandere macaque #yandere macaque x reader

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shepherds-of-haven · 2 days ago

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Hi Lena! Was going through some old asks and was curious, if Junoth was part of the Shepherds in the game how would he get along with the other characters?

I know he does exist doing his own thing from the short stories but pretending like that isn’t the case lol

Hi anon, this is such a fascinating question! Give me a second to think on it...

...Okay! I'm going to go with the novel version of Junoth, or as best as I could transfer him: a spry, gamboling, youthful Ket (Khehi-Ket from Chicora, specifically, soldier class) with a lanky build, fox-orange hair, tan skin, and pointed, pixie-ish features. Energetic, enthusiastic, exuberant, vigorous, but fairly puppy-like and, unfortunately, a bit dumb. He has his clever moments, but he largely needs most things explained to him... simply, or he'll just stare at you with a blank, well-meaning look of confusion, like, "Okay.................. ...I don't get it." 🤦🏻‍♀️ Raucous, boundlessly optimistic, and full of determination and zeal, he gives off strong "little brother" energy, but not as cute or childlike as Caine. More like your maddening, half-grown 19-year-old brother who casually goes through your stuff even though you keep telling him to stay out and inadvertently (or possibly deliberately) says insensitive stuff about you in front of your crush or pranks you so unceasingly that you just want to strangle him. More on him here for folks who aren't familiar!

Blade: Blade and Junoth were childhood friends in the novels, so it's hard for me to separate that out and say they wouldn't be at least reluctant friends in the game! I'm going to quickly headcanon a scenario where Blade started the Shepherds and his childhood friend/old second-in-command showed up to help out, having handed in his resignation to follow his old friend and commanding officer Blade into the great unknown 🥹 So they'd definitely be friends, even though Blade would act even more annoyed by him than he does with Trouble (but still less so than Chase. ...Or Red.). It'd be a friendship borne of long tolerance and experience and history!

Trouble: they'd be fast friends! I can't imagine what unholy terror they would reign with Chase rounding off the trio. (Well, I suppose I can imagine it, because they did it in the novels.) I think he'd be closer to Junoth out of almost anyone else in the Shepherds, especially because Junoth would remind him of some of the boys he grew up with in his street gang. They'd always be underfoot, smoking charch and giggling together like schoolboys and planning some kind of mischief

Tallys: I think she'd either be indifferent to Junoth or would find him soooo annoying lol, he's pretty loud and reckless and bursting with an energy that would most likely give her a headache. She'd probably do her best to avoid him! She likes calm energy like Shery or Halek or Riel, and with her lifespan, she'd probably look at Junoth and think he's even more of a kid than the rest of the non-Elves 😭

Shery: I think she'd like having him around! Junoth is pretty biddable and approachable, as well as naturally a follower, so she'd find him very easy to talk to and approach! He's the very picture of non-threatening, which made him somewhat of an oddball in Ket society. If she could get him to settle down, she'd probably have a pretty tame assistant who'd be willing to help her out whenever she needed, so she'd enjoy his company a lot!

Riel:

Ohhhhh he would want to die. He could deal with Trouble. But Chase... and then you throw Briony into the mix... Privately he would refer to Junoth in his head as 'The Migraine.' Partially because Junoth is fond of dressing in extremely loud and clashing colors. It would set off Riel's neuroticism just to look at him. He'd also think Junoth is something of a rube. 'What's the rube bleating about today?' Ah, it's something about a drinking contest. Of course. His antipathy wouldn't manifest as cold disdain the way it does with Chase--he just wouldn't really have anything to say to Junoth most days, and if he did, it would be with bland professionalism--but if Junoth were to ever leave, Riel would feel a slight nostalgia for his persistent good-heartedness, at least. So they wouldn't be friends, but Riel also wouldn't hate him!

Chase: Good, goooooooood, Anakin! A third compatriot to round out the Three Chaosmigos! And he'd enjoy Junoth's blunt honesty and unadulterated way of looking at the world, though privately he'd shake his head at the endless optimism. He'd take Junoth under his wing instantly and then corrupt him to unfounded levels. Junoth's somewhat innocent boyishness would be converted to all kinds of misadventures. Junoth would certainly emerge more educated in the ways of the world... but at what cost?

Red: they'd be friends just like Red is friends with pretty much everyone else in the inner circle, but they wouldn't be like hanging out one-on-one, it would mostly be just in a group setting! He'd enjoy Junoth's presence and personality and respect him as a companion, but they don't have enough in common to be really interested in each other!

Ayla: She'd be a big fan of Junoth, honestly. At first she'd act a little annoyed by him because all of the cool kids do, but in actuality she'd find his enthusiasm and non-threatening, honest energy infectious and would really enjoy spending time with him. They'd probably come to be good friends with a sibling relationship; her, the tough, worldly older sister who he'd look to for advice, him the guileless and loyal ingenue she's always wanted to have around. They'd get along very well!

Briony: She'd love Junoth!!! She'd be obsessed with him, honestly. Instant brother to her. They'd be great friends and just pal around all the time, each feeding the other's natural energy, excitement, and enthusiasm. Have you ever seen two friends or siblings who are just constantly hyping each other up? That would be them. I actually think Junoth would become her best friend if he were around!

Halek: There would be much groanings and complaints from him whenever Junoth was in the vicinity. The guy is loud and boisterous, both to look and to hear, and he'd be a constant disruption to Halek's attempts to nap! In actuality, they'd get along pretty okay, but they wouldn't really be close friends. They wouldn't have enough in common or be truly compatible enough to be so.

Lavinet: for some reason I feel like Junoth would be stunned by Lavinet! Not exactly on the level of a crush, but he'd get a bit stammery and flummoxed around her, mostly because being around a beautiful noblewoman would be so far outside the scope of his typical experience that he'd default to a kind of meek and worshipful politeness that she'd end up enjoying very much. It would kind of be like a stableboy/footman to princess energy between them, and of course she's going to enjoy that: who wouldn't appreciate such honest and respectful admiration?? He'd probably be devoted to her LOL

Thanks for the fun question!

#Shepherds of Haven #Junoth #Junoth Leoki #hypothetical scenario

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zeroseuniverse · 6 hours ago

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Attention Please!

Word Count:676 Summary: Still, Jaemin remained unattached and unconcerned. At least until the day she didn’t show up to class. Pairing: Jaemin X Fem reader

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Na Jaemin had always been the kind of student teachers sighed over. He wasn’t disruptive, not at all. But his head was always somewhere else—scrolling through his phone under the desk, doodling in the margins of his notebook, or occasionally dozing off, chin propped on his hand as he stared out the window.

“Jaemin, are you even listening?” was practically a weekly mantra from the teachers.

He didn’t care. He had no interest in becoming a top student, and grades didn’t dictate his happiness. He had his charm, good friends, and his spot as the social butterfly of the class. That was enough for him.

But then there was Her.

She was the kind of student who made teachers beam with pride. Meticulously organized, always prepared, hand flying up to answer questions before anyone else even processed them. If the teacher mentioned an upcoming test, she was already planning her study schedule.

Jaemin had noticed her, of course. How could he not? She was always at the front of the room, an aura of quiet confidence around her. But the moment he actually noticed her—when she smiled at him in passing one day, thanking him for picking up her pen—something shifted.

He didn’t say anything at first, figuring it was just a fleeting crush. But days turned into weeks, and soon, he found himself sneaking glances at her more often than not.

Still, Jaemin remained Jaemin: unattached and unconcerned.

At least until the day she didn’t show up to class.

The empty desk at the front felt strangely jarring. He brushed it off, but when she wasn’t there the next day either, unease crept in. By the third day, Jaemin overheard the teacher saying she was sick and wouldn’t be back until next week.

Jaemin was surprised by the pang of worry that hit him. He’d barely spoken to her, but the idea of her being stuck at home feeling awful tugged at him. He glanced at her empty desk, then at the front of the class where today’s lesson was written in neat bullet points.

Without thinking, he opened his notebook.

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By the time the bell rang, Jaemin’s hand was cramping. He’d written pages of notes, his usually blank notebook suddenly full of diagrams, bullet points, and important definitions. His handwriting wasn’t the neatest, but it was legible.

Over the next few days, Jaemin surprised everyone—including himself. Instead of zoning out, he was actually… paying attention. His notes grew more detailed, and for the first time, he realized the lessons weren’t as boring as he’d thought.

By the time Friday rolled around, Jaemin had a full set of notes ready for her.

On Monday, she returned. shelooked a little pale but smiled at everyone who greeted her. Jaemin felt his chest tighten at the sight of her back in her usual seat.

At lunch, he finally worked up the courage to approach her.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. She looked up, surprised.

“Jaemin?”

He held out a small stack of papers. “These are… for you. I heard you were sick, so I took notes. They’re not perfect, but, you know, better than nothing.”

Her eyes widened, and Jaemin felt his ears burn under her gaze. For a moment, she just stared at him, before her lips curved into the softest smile he’d ever seen.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. “That’s really sweet of you.”

Jaemin shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s no big deal.”

But when she smiled at him like that, Jaemin realized something. Maybe paying attention wasn’t so bad—especially if it meant he got to see more of her.

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From that day on, Jaemin started sitting closer to the front of the class. He still wasn’t the most studious, but he found himself following lessons more than before. And every now and then, when he handed her his notes or exchanged quiet jokes with her during group projects, he realized he didn’t just want to catch her attention.

He wanted to keep it.

#nct imagines #nct fluff #nct fanfic #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #na jaemin #jaemin x reader #jaemin #jaemin imagines #jaemin fluff #nct x reader #nct u x reader #nct u imagines

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wlw-multi-fandom-imagines · 2 days ago

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I’m not sure if your requests are open but uhmmm, can I request for a Lena Luthor x Reader where they are both CEO but reader is from Gotham (kinda like Bruce Wayne but with less tragedy, simply just wanna help tho they did become a vigilante). They met in a bar after some conference in Gotham (she needed all the drink especially when they snide and be ahole towards her bc of what happened with Lex) Anyway, unbesknown to Lena who the reader is until they brought her to their apartment. Lena snooped when they woke up and yk saw this and maybe partnership then become something more? Smut if you’re confortable with it? Tbh im rambling but yeah😅

-🐎

"Ms. Luthor?"

Lena looked up from her phone to see a fresh drink in front of her at the bar and arched an eyebrow at the man who had delivered it.

"Compliments of your friend at the end of the bar," he explained, nodding to his left. Lena's gaze ventured in that direction, scanning down the line of distracted conference-goers until she finally locked eyes with you.

"Oh God," the CEO muttered to herself and forced a smile. Truth be told, she wasn't sure she had the energy to navigate this encounter after the last 24 hours. The conference had been a minefield of questions and sneering comments regarding her brother and, even worse, her mother at times. Lena had forced herself to come, mostly to spare anyone else at L-Corp the treatment she was getting, but had already debated finding a redeye back to National City several times that evening.

Lena braced herself as you stood up from your barstool and started weaving your way towards her through the crowd of folks desperately trying to network with one another. You had quite a reputation amonst the high society members in Gotham, and word traveled to National City every so often regarding your most recent escapades and scandals. When you weren't busy greenlighting exposés about Gotham's most famous (and infamous) residents or breaking the latest story about the up and coming vigilante that had recently captured the media's attention, you were known to frequent many a nightclub throughout the entertainment district.

"Lena Luthor," you said, stretching out your hand as you finally reached her. "I was hoping I'd run into you this weekend."

"Is that so?" Lena responded cautiously, well aware that you were not above using this conference to gather intel for the team of ruthless journalists at your disposal. "I hate to disappoint, but I'm absolutely off the record for the next 48 hours."

"That's smart - I wouldn't trust any of the slimeballs attending this thing either," you said, ignoring the several dirty looks from the men to your left that had overheard the comment. A grin crossed your features as Lena chuckled at the remark. "I was hoping you'd accept my invitation to blow off a little steam and let me show you around a little. You are a guest in our city, after all."

Lena reached for her drink and sipped it to buy herself enough time to think of a response. Despite your reputation, she really hadn't expected you to be this forward. And although she was fairly certain your motives couldn't be that altruistic, she didn't sense the same disdain from you that she had felt from the rest of "Gotham's Finest".

"I'm not quite sure I'm up for a night on the town, Y/N. Although I do very much appreciate the offer."

"Come on, you really don't want to blow off this sausage fest?" you groaned, once again catching the attention of the conference-goers beside you. This time however, you noticed and shot a glare back at them before locking your eyes back on Lena.

"Fine," she sighed in defeat, then downed the rest of the drink you had bought her with a grimace. "Although I have a feeling you're up to something."

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Lena wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, the nearly deafening music, or the flashing lights at the nightclub you had brought her to, but it wasn't long before she dropped her defenses and allowed you to lead her out onto the crowded dance floor. For the first time in a long time, Lena found herself unconcerned with whether or not anyone was staring at her or whispering something about. Instead, she enjoyed the blissful anonymity the club offered and the lingering effects of the joint the two of you had shared on the ride over in your town car.

At first, the two of you traded off dancing with the endless rotation of club-goers in your vicinity. It was only after Lena left to grab another round of drinks and returned to see a rather enthusiastic young woman practically wrapping herself around you that the energy shifted. As the two of you locked eyes, you smirked and arched an eyebrow. The dark-hared CEO's gaze hardened as she weaved her way closer and closer, watching the way your hands gripped the other woman's hips and helped to guide her movements.

"Mind if I cut in?" Lena's voice was just barely audible above the music, but her expression got the message across loud and clear. Your dance partner disappeared into the crowd with a reluctant parting glance your way, but you had already fixed your eyes back onto Lena.

"Thanks," you mouthed, taking one of the drinks from her hand and gulping at least half of it down. By the time you lowered your head and swallowed the overpriced whiskey and Coke, Lena had dropped her last bit of restraint and closed the distance between you.

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The rest of the night escalated quickly between the two of you and it wasn't long before you were on your way back to your apartment, struggling to keep your hands off of one another in the back of the town car that had dropped you off. As the drive finally turned down your street and began approaching your block, you used one hand to fish your keys and a few hundred dollar bills out of your pocket.

"Take tomorrow off, Jim," you said, glancing at your driver apologetically. You separated yourself from Lena's touch just long enough to place the money in the passenger seat. "Sorry for the late night."

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N, it was no trouble at all. Have a good rest of your evening," the man responded, knowing the two of you would likely scramble out of the back before he could get around to open the door for you. To his credit, the moment the car came to a stop you did exactly that. Jim watched until the two of you made it safely into the ritzy apartment building, then pulled away to begin his well-deserved time off.

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To be honest, you had already considered the night a success by the time you were turning the key in your apartment door. Although your status and reputation with a fair amount of women in Gotham certainly gave you reasons to be confident, you had not deluded yourself into thinking Lena Luthor would fall for the same song and dance just as easily. You were just hoping to crack the first few lines of defense to see what was laying beneath that oh-so-serious exterior.

"Well, this is it," you announced, opening the door into the large condo that you had called home for the past year. Although the dwelling was by no means modest at first glance, the real main attraction was the spacious vault below the living space.

"Very...dark," Lena noted, glancing around at the lavish, dimly-lit space. "And somehow exactly what I was expecting."

"Oh, does that mean you've imagined me bringing you back to my apartment, Ms. Luthor?"

Lena's cheeks burned at the teasing accusation and she suddenly felt very, very self-conscious under your gaze. Despite the alcohol in her system, she was clear-headed enough to know that she had broken just about every rule she had set for herself before coming to Gotham yesterday. And now here she was, alone with you in your apartment, trying to ignore the subtle heat throbbing between her legs.

"No comment," the brunette responded, knowing you had probably heard that at least once a day your entire adult life. "Besides, you're the one who approached me tonight. I planned on turning in early and ordering room service at the hotel."

"I did, didn't I? Well, what can I say?" you shrugged, turning towards the hallway that led to your den. "I have a hard time not going after what I want, if you couldn't tell."

Lena followed you down the hall, fighting the burning feeling in her cheeks once again because of your words. For someone who spent a majority of her time in boardrooms verbally sparring with others, she was having a hell of a time keeping up with this conversation. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing her sputter for a response, the CEO decided to use your blunt approach right back at you.

"And what is it exactly that you want from me?"

"Oh, that's easy. I wanted to see what was behind that tough Luthor exterior that everyone else seems so threatened by. After so many years hearing the rumors and reading the headlines, I just needed to see it for myself," you said, reclining into a nearby sofa. Lena felt something twinge in her stomach as you stretched out and your shirt lifted slightly, exposing your hips. She froze for a second as her brain debated sitting beside you or following the more carnal urge she felt to climb on top, pin you down, and wipe that stupid smirk off your face.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

That was the smart-ass straw that broke the camels back that night. Lena closed the distance between the two of you faster than you were expecting, and for the first time all night she finally got the upper hand, albeit only for a brief moment. Her lips crashed against yours, needy and desperate from the tension that had been building since the two of you left the conference hotel hours earlier. You met her with equal intensity after the few seconds of shock passed and just as she settled into her spot on your lap, you made your move and flipped the two of you so that she was underneath.

"Fuck," Lena gasped as you pinned her against the sofa and hovered over her, watching her reaction to the surprise change in position. Something about the way she was looking back up at you let you know that your gut feeling had been right - Lena Luthor, despite all her prowess and reputation, had quite a submissive side.

"I always wondered what you would look like from this angle," you mused, cupping her face in one of your hands and tracing your thumb lightly across her cheek. To her credit, Lena forced herself to hold your gaze despite the way it was making her heart hammer in her chest. Testing the waters, you briefly brushed her bottom lip with her thumb and watched as her mouth opened slightly in response.

"Good girl," you encouraged her, then sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as she opened and wrapped her lips around your thumb, tongue swirling against it inside her mouth. God, she was good with her mouth.

Removing your hand, you leaned down to kiss her again, reveling in how easily her lips moved in sync with yours and the sound of her heavy breathing in the dark room. As another minute or so passed, her hips pressed up against yours in a desperate bid for pressure in the place she wanted it most. And while it wasn't usually in your nature to give into things so easily, there was something about Lena that made you feel uncharacteristically desperate to please. When she reached up to guide your hand towards the zipper on the side of her dress, you didn't bother making her say "please" before undoing it and helping her to free herself from the designer garment.

"God damn," you muttered breathlessly, eyes surveying the newly exposed porcelain skin. "Look at you."

"Your turn," she challenged, staring up at you expectantly. If you hadn't taken quite so many shots back at the club, you might have remembered to make up an excuse for keeping your shirt on to hide the recent evidence of one of your vigilante escapades. Unaware that Lena could now see the half-healed bruises that marred your torso, you shrugged your dress-shirt off and tossed it to the side. It wasn't until you noticed her eyebrows furrow in confusion that you realized your careless mistake.

"Oh, these? I started taking some self-defense classes last month and as you can see, I have a bit to learn," you explained quickly, hoping that Lena was distracted enough by your body not to question it. To your relief, she seemed to accept the explanation easily enough once you started unbuckling your belt.

"I suppose I'd probably be interested in self-defense classes too if I lived in Gotham," she replied and sat forward on the couch. Goosebumps rose across the bruised flesh on your stomach as her fingertips brushed the skin above the waistband of your underwear. "Need some help with these?"

You nodded and allowed her to slowly slide the briefs down your legs to the floor. What you were not expecting was for her to follow, positioning herself on her knees at your feet. Her hands trailed back up your legs slowly, coming to rest on your hips. You didn't know it, but Lena was practically salivating at the thought of what you would taste like and what kind of noises you might make if she leaned in and flicked her tongue between your legs. Despite how badly she wanted to see that reaction for herself, the brunette forced herself to settle with a few light kisses on your inner thigh to start with.

Even that got quite a reaction out of you, and the CEO couldn't stop a smile from spreading across her lips as your eyes fluttered shut and your jaw clenched. As she worked her way closer to your groin, she felt the muscles in your legs tighten in anticipation and savored the reaction the way she had savored you calling her a good girl earlier. Your hips rolled forward as she finally pressed her lips against your cunt and sucked your clit into her mouth.

"Fuck, Lena," you groaned, one hand coming down to brace yourself on her shoulder while the other tangled itself in her hair. Her tongue found a slow, steady rhythm as it slid back and forth across your clit and you were powerless to stop your hips from thrusting forward to meet each stroke. "Oh my God, you feel so fucking good."

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the sheer fact that you had one of the most powerful women in National City down on her knees for you, but it wasn't long before you were struggling to keep your legs from buckling.

"I'm close," you panted out, bucking against her desperately as she lapped between your legs. Her pace didn't falter despite the way the string of moans that followed the admission made her ears burn. Lena's hands slipped from your hips to your ass, massaging the soft flesh and guiding your movements against her as you started to climax. Her green eyes glanced upwards to study your features as a string of nearly incoherent curse words spilled from your lips, intermixed with your ragged breathing.

Lena leaned back to rest on her heels, knees burning from kneeling on the hardwood floor, and wiped her mouth as you opened your eyes and fought to catch your breath. Despite the way your legs still quivered from the aftershocks of the orgasm she had just given you, you pulled the woman to her feet and kissed her, tasting yourself on her swollen lips.

"What do you want?" you murmured, pulling back just enough to utter the question. Lena looked hesitant for a moment, as if she knew the answer but didn't want to admit it. You waited, watching her squirm at the idea of having to vocalize her desire.

"Do you have a strap?" she asked finally, her voice low and slightly raspy from having to shout over the deafening music at the club.

"I do," you nodded, trailing a few of your fingertips up and down her side. Despite how dark the room was, you swore you saw her pupils dialate at the answer. "What exactly do you want me to do with it?"

She huffed in a mix of frustration and embarrassment, but the gnawing desire in her groin was too much to bear.

"I want you to fuck me, please," she hissed, practically dizzy to feel you inside her.

"That's all I needed to hear. I'll be right back," you relented, satisfied with her answer. Leaving her in the den, you took your time on the way to your bedroom and used it as an opportunity to fully catch your breath. The adrenaline flooding your system tonight was better than anything a night fighting crime in Gotham could compare to, and you did your best to keep your hands from shaking as you rooted through your nightstand drawers for your harness and a bottle of lube.

Well aware that Lena was perceptive enough to notice you fumbling with the straps, you saved yourself the embarrassment and elected to put the harness on in your bedroom before heading back to the den. As you rounded the corner in the hallway that led you back to her, you caught sight of the way she had already positioned herself for you on the couch and your pulse began to race again.

"You desperate little thing," you teased, admiring the way she looked on her hands and knees, back arched for you. She had also shed her underwear, allowing you to see all of her for the first time. Lena didn't turn her head back to look at you, but you noticed the muscles in her arms flexing in anticipation as you came to a stop behind her.

Lena stifled a moan as you kneeled behind her on the couch and reached around to shove a hand between her legs. She was practically dripping for you, heat radiating from the slick folds as you rubbed her clit in circles.

"Y/N," she whimpered, grinding back against your hand and feeling the tip of your strap-on poking against her entrance. Rather than beg, Lena reached back with her hand and guided the toy into herself as you watched in a mix of amusement and pure arousal. Too turned on to deny her any longer, you gently thrust into her and then paused, allowing her a moment to adjust.

Lena gasped as you entered her fully, dropping down onto her forearms and sinking her nails into the fabric of the couch.

"Oh my God," she whimpered, grinding back against you and the toy. The brunette bit into her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood to stop herself from saying anything else as you started to thrust in and out of her. She managed to contain herself at first, but as your pace quickened and each stroke felt deeper than the last, her last bit of restraint melted and her moans echoed off of the walls of the den. Eventually, her hand replaced your own between her legs and she rubbed her clit in furious circles as your hips slammed against her ass relentlessly.

"Harder," Lena choked out between sounds of pleasure. Always happy to oblige that request, you snagged a throw pillow from nearby and shoved it under her hips. The heiress hardly had time to react before you you drove her down flat against the cushions, pinning her to the couch beneath you with renewed vigor. Her free hand reached around to grasp at you, fingernails digging into the flesh on your forearm as you buried yourself into her over and over again.

"Oh my God, please don't fucking stop," she choked out, burying her face into the expensive sofa to stifle a ragged series of moans. "I-I think I'm going to come."

"You're gonna come for me, huh? I better hear my fucking name when you do, Lena," you grunted, catching her by surprise with a quick smack across her ass.

"Mmhmm," she whimpered as her orgasm continued to build. "Fuck, I can't...I can't, oh my God, Y/N."

Seconds later, the dark-haired woman was unraveling beneath you, hips bucking wildly back against your own as her walls clenched around the strap-on. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, you waited for her grip to loosen on your arm before slowly pulling out of her and rising to your feet to free yourself from the harness.

"Goddamn," you panted, stepping out of the strap-on and setting it aside. "You are...something else, Lena Luthor."

The brunette rolled over, a bashful smile spreading across her flushed features as her chest continued to heave up and down.

"I could say the same thing about you," she replied, watching as you pushed your sweat-soaked hair back out of your eyes to see her better. As you did, she caught sight of a small tattoo on your wrist and as soon as you noticed, you felt your stomach lurch.

"What's that?" she asked, standing up off of the couch and reaching for the wrist you were now holding behind your back.

"Oh, that?" you stammered out, unable to hide the nerves in your voice. "Just a stupid little thing I got done with my roommates in college."

Lena didn't buy it for a second. She had spent almost an hour helping Kara pick through images of the Gotham vigilante for her article earlier in the week, and as a result, she knew damn well she had seen the same symbol poking out from under their sleeve in at least 4 different photos.

"Is that so? You know, I think one of your old roommates just might be the vigilante that's been running around lately. Is that why you started taking self-defense classes? Planning on joining her?"

"Fuck, fine, you caught me," you gave in, panic flooding your chest. Lena wasn't exactly the type of person you could bribe to keep a secret. "Please don't tell anyone. I'm still figuring this shit out and I just need a little time to work out the kinks-"

"Y/N, relax," Lena dismissed your concerns with a wave. "Remember what I told you earlier? Everything is off the record tonight. As long as I don't have to worry about you sharing anything about tonight, your secret is safe with me."

"Deal," you nodded eagerly.

#lena luthor x you #lena luthor x reader #lena luthor imagine #supergirl #supergirl x reader #supergirl imagine

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askthehylianchampion · 13 minutes ago

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They stare at each other for a beat too long, so long that Link can practically feel the anxiety rolling off Revali in waves. He’s trembling even, whether from the adrenaline fueled outburst itself or the crushing weight of what he just said out loud Link isn’t sure; he raises his hand slightly, reaching for Revali in the limited space between them and the rito watches him with a wary green eye. Ready to fight or flee. Cautiously his fingers brush against feathers and relief blooms in his chest when Revali doesn’t pull away, instead letting him tangle his fingers into his primaries. “I knew-“ Words get caught in his throat and frustration tangles them further. He pulls away to sign instead. ‘I knew you were envious. Of my title. Of- me.’ He hesitates but Revali doesn’t correct him so he continues. ‘I knew you don’t think that your accomplishments measure up to the rest of the champions either.’ At that Revali lets out a hiss. Embarrassment and shame making itself known but Link reaches for his wing again, combing his fingers over the top of his flight feathers and stepping further into his space. ‘You’ve never needed to prove anything to me. I was already impressed by you. But that’s not why I’m fond of you either. Yes you’re an incredible archer and hero to your people AND to hyrule. But you are also compassionate. Kind to those who are kind to you. And to your people. You love them more than I think anyone; you DIED for them.’ Link huffs a laugh like he’s in on a secret, refusing to look at Revali’s face. ‘You’re witty and it is as sharp as those talons of yours. You’ve never cared about any of this whole destiny business, nor my place in it, only measuring my worth based off my skill and not some title. Your blatant disregard for nobility or any monarchy or really any set of titles at all sets you apart from any other I’ve ever known; I feel freedom in your presence. You’re like the very winds you guide with your Gale.’ Link reaches for his face then fingertips against his cheek patches before cradling him in gentle hands. “You have only ever seen me. An unassuming boy. No lands, titles, nothing special to set me apart from anyone else. You have treated me like any other person who has had to earn your respect.” He looks up at Revali then, earnest in his gaze. “That is the greatest gift you could give me.”

Revali shudders in a breath, exhaling shakily and tipping his head down to press his beak into Link’s clavicle. “Why is it? When you do speak, it is with the intent to destroy any semblance of understanding I have about you? Hm? You enjoy making a mockery of me?” He croaks. Words accompanied by the pressing of Revali’s temple into Link’s own, an affectionate gesture that makes him feel confident enough to wrap his arms around Revali’s middle and tug him close.

“Perhaps I want sent by Hylia herself to bring the rito champion to heel. You’d be too powerful without it.” He jabs and Revali lets out a watery laugh into his throat alongside a sharp nip with his beak. Link pulls back, forcing his eyes to Revali’s once more despite feeling like it makes him burn up inside. “I like you Revali. I like that you’re mean and petty and nasty. Because you are also kind and brave and loyal. I don’t want some perfect fairytale ending to my life; I just want to live and eat food and train and hunt monsters and see my friends and ride horses and be young and stupid. Maybe even wake up covered in feathers each morning.” He flushes at the end with his own admission but he continues, “This destiny-” He practically spits. Bitterness a foul flavor on his tongue. “Has been nothing but a curse.” Revali’s disbelief is palpable but Link is too busy glaring at the floor to look at him. “When I pulled the sword I was under no ideas of heroism, I knew the burden of it was a heavy one. I was thirteen when the Master Sword made herself known to me.” He ignores Revali’s sharp inhale. “They took me from my home. My sister. I was sent to train until my fingers bled. Then I was sent to learn courtly etiquette so I didn’t make an idiot of myself in front of the royals.” His gaze softens into something more wistful and sad, body unclenching and he sags into Revali’s chest, taking in the smell of pine and feathers. “And then I became Z-Zelda’s guard. Do you know how many vows you have to take to be a royal guard?” It’s rhetorical but Revali shakes his head anyway. “Too many.”He says. “There’s so many rules. So many things I’m not allowed to ever do again. I’m not a person anymore, just a tool for her to use as she sees fit. And I’m not even allowed to date!” Of all the things to be upset about. “A distraction not afforded to the Hero of Hyrule. Another thing I have to be perfect in for everyone else.” Link scrubs his eyes frustrated again and it’s a consolation that he can feel Revali’s wings wrap around him.

“If I don’t preform. If I don’t act as expected. If I don’t ‘save us all’ from this damned fate we’re hurtling towards every day. We’re all doomed. And the longer the Princess goes without unlocking her Power, the more everyone looks to me. As if I have the power to defeat the Calamity alone.” Link hasn’t cried in months but he feels the clog in his throat that comes with the threat of tears. “I wish I could go back to being that thirteen year old girl who didn’t have to worry about anything other than how she was going to make trouble for her father that day.” It chokes him, the loss of his childhood and the terrible weight of destiny upon his shoulders. Dipping his head down until he meets soft feathers against his face. He lets it soothe him for a moment before he pulls away again, far enough to sign. ‘You’re the only one who had the gall to say I didn’t deserve all this pomp and grandeur and notoriety. I agree with you. I’m grateful for your honesty and- I want more with you. If you’ll have me.’

{ @asktheritochampion }

What are your TRUE thoughts on Link?

Oh, of course you'd ask me about that blasted little knight the first chance you get? Of course.

Ugh. You know, I knew of Urbosa and Mipha and Daruk all before the Calamity struck, they were renound for their stengths, and I knew one of us would be chosen to lead the fight - so I worked myself to the bone to ensure that it was me.

So who can blame me for being rightfully irritated when some blond pretty-boy Hylian nobody has ever heard of is brought in to lead us - the greatest warriors in all of the land??! It felt like a slight. Like a blatent statement of political favouritism where Hylians always have to be the great heroes while the rest of us are nothing but sidekicks.

Yes fine; he did prove his worth as a warrior in the end. He's a phenominal warrior - perhaps the only man I've ever met who could truely match my own battle prowess. But I'm still filled with envy and frustration that he was given everything I worked for just because he stumbled upon a sword. I wasn't even given a chance to lead the fight!

We all played just as much of a role in the sealing of Ganon as he did. He died too - and without our assistance with the Divine Beasts from beyond the grave he would have been killed again. Yet he's the only one who receives all of the credit for being the great Hero of Hyrule. The worst part is that he doesn't even want it! He's so obnoxiously humble - and everyone he meets loves him so dearly. Why is it so difficult for people to like me but they adore him? We're of equal talent! It isn't fair! I want to hate him for it!

But really I just- I hate myself and I take that out on him because it's far easier than facing my own shortcomings and accepting that I'll never be as good as him no matter how hard I try!

I'm obsessed with him! It's mortifying how obsessed with him I am. I can't go a day without thinking about him. He's on my mind constantly. I even dream about the agrivatingly gorgeous little twink.

I'm desperate to prove my strength to him just for a chance to get his attention. I want him to want me as badly as I want him. I want him so badly that it makes me look foolish. And I'm afraid that if I can't prove that I'm better than him somehow that he'll never want me back because I'm not good enough and he's everyone's golden boy so he has the option to marry a princess and become a king if he wants and-

HYLIA'S GOOD GRACES I CAN'T STOP. RAHLIN I NEED YOU TO DUCTAPE MY BEAK SHUT.

[1/10 🧪✨]

#reblog #revali #revalink #age of calamity #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #(finally Link’s response y’all!!!)#(i was originally going to do a comic but i did NOT have the energy so you get fic instead)#(this will go up on ao3 sometime as well cause I’d like to add a bit more from revali)#(but I’ll leave this here so *our* revali can respond 😏)#fic #(also pls ignore any typos i did my best to reread through it but i’m sure i missed something)

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fanganfessions · 2 days ago

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I saw someone mention Kaimon feeling forced and I just wanted to hop in and say that all the Project : Eden's Garden ships feel weirdly unnatural to an extent. Like all their scenes are in the background and we just have to believe they're super close all of a sudden??? The ships themselves aren't bad tbh, but theres definitely better ways to do them.

Like for Kaimon, they could have made it so that every other character had already paired up, and these two, due to not really socializing a whole lot and being generally distrusting (Damon more so but also Kai freaks out about the possibility of Jett and Cassidy planning something in one of his FTEs), don't end up picking roommates and get stuck with each other by default (Eva's already with Diana), and at first they're both kinda opposed to it like in canon, but its safer, and then they kinda start hanging out with each other?

Them ending up together cause of both of them being distrusting is way better than them just ending up together cause of rock paper scissors tbh. Cause like, say if Damon won his round, then he'd be with Desmond and Kai'd be with Jean, and they'd never really interact (I can see Kai offering to switch dorms with someone else cause he mentions he thinks Jean's scary in one of his FTEs, but he'd probably end up rooming with Desmond instead of Damon in that case tbh). It makes all their interactions based on being roommates if they had no agency in said decision and ended up being forced to do it based on the whims on the creator.

Likewise, Jett and Mark also doesn't really make sense. Why doesn't Jett just try to become best friends with someone like Cassidy, who's nice to him and actually shares his interests? They even hosted the gaming tournament together. I kinda hope that this specific one ends up as a Hifumi-and-Celeste-esque relationship rather than just ending up either one-sided, Mark being like "Wait, dammit I actually cared about this guy" and getting a character arc if Jett dies. There's probably some way to give them positive development tbh but I don't really think these two are gonna get developed together without a side of death and murder.

Wenona & Ulysess and Desmond & Eloise also don't really have other stuff going for them other than referencing eachother in dialogue and random clues that they like eachother. The first pair are probably gonna develop next chapter and the second are likewise probably gonna develop next chapter so I have hopes for them, but I'm also worried they're gonna skip the beginnings of their relationships and just go straight to "These guys would sacrifice themselves for eachother but this is actually only revelant in one trial and no one is gonna see any bonding moments of them together".

Wolfgang and Grace... knew eachother for a few days and didn't have many on-screen camera moments. I kinda hope Grace talks about him in the mainstory (or FTEs for that matter) and stuff they did together, because right now they don't have the depth of relationship they're supposed to have. It's a bit unrealistic for them to already have become that close, and Wolfgang did lie to Grace about being sick, plus whatever he was gonna do to the person who had his blackmail with that knife, but I'll take what I can get.

I don't really have a lot to say about the other duos tbh, they exist and thats mostly it. Also it generally feels so boxing (??) to have characters basically relegated to only having a relationship with another character and not getting any other interactions with any other character at all. It makes their characters that much more 2D based on how they don't get to be friends with anyone other than the one character they're allowed to know (plus Damon).

The duo stuff also sucks for characters like Kai and Diana who're gonna be focused on in the main story, and will therefore have their main relationship be with Damon. Because while other characters at least get 2 dynamics (for example Mark has interactions with Jett *and* Damon, Toshiko has them with Ingrid *and* Damon), they only get them with Damon and literally no one else. This also gives them less room for exploration of their themes. At least with Eva she had a reason to not be entangled with most the characters, and still had stuff with Damon, Wolfgang and sort-of Diana as well. Also, this is even worse for characters like Cassidy and Jean, who don't even get meaningful interactions and fleshed out dynamics with any other character outside of the protagonist in FTEs.

It also feels like the creators have ideas they want to input, but those ideas never make it into the story, and because of this, unless you look at the official accounts' arts and stuff, you don't really get to pick up on what they're going for. The pairings aren't inherently bad but they could really use some screentime and work. Instead, they just end up feeling like vague ideas left over from development.

TLDR : The pairings of characters in Project : Eden's Garden feel too unnatural due to lack of screentimes. They're kinda like vague ideas that never *really* made it past development but just stayed in the creator's mind. Also, the idea of duos that the characters are in is really restricting and harmful to the characters rather than helping them and just makes organic interactions less likely.

That being said, I love Project : Eden's Garden and all it's characters. I am thoroughly invested in them and I really can't wait for the next chapter. The story is really good, and I don't mind that some of the symbolisms are a bit on-the-too (like Eva = Eve). This is my first proper fanganronpa game and I'm really excited to make theories and see it unfold. Also, sorry for making this so long.

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makotonaegiunderstander · 10 months ago

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something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

#makoto naegi #Danganronpa character analysis #Danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa future arc #I fucking love Makoto Naegi man.#I think there’s a fine line of nuance to Makoto that’s easy to miss bc he doesn’t really make it known #he’s not a pushover and he’s not overpowered. he’s a people pleaser but he will say what needs to be said #he’s an immovable object and the exact opposite of Junko but he’s also just a normal guy who’s optimistic and (un)lucky #he isn’t invincible but he has immense power to his words the same way Junko did #if anything his superpower is being kind above all else. he’s compassionate to some of the worst people in the world.#he was even conpassionatr to an extent to Junko. he didnt want her to kill herself despite everything she’s done #and he still acknowledges that for years she was a classmate and friend.#I do think the more he learned abt what she did the more he’s come to actually hate her though #post the first game he always refers to her without a suffix to her name which is one of the most subtle rude things you can do #it means you have zero respect for the person you’re referring to #and he speaks about her with some venom he doesn’t use for anyone else in the future arc #he’s not incapable of feeling negative emotions #I really liked the future arc scene bc it showed that Makoto DID experience enough despair to have overcome him if he didn’t refuse #and that it still affects him deeply. people treat him like he’s either this perfect ideal Chad or this baby chick who’s so delicate #and no one really focuses on how makoto shoulders so much and yet is still vulnerable.#honestly that guy was DUE for a mental breakdown even without the tape. it would have happened eventually #I actually wrote one based on him finally hitting a breaking point after giving so much of himself away and keeping nothing for himself #that his issues that he shoves down constantly finally can’t be held down anymore. Hajime helps him bc he knows how that feels #it was a LONG time ago that I wrote that but honestly if I can remember where i was going w it I might finish it #it was initially an rp but I could make it a fic #anyway. the point is Makoto is SO much more complex than people give him credit for #the most fundamental thing about him is that he’s normal and that’s ok! that’s what helps him rise!

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 5 months ago

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I know this may sound crazy but remember how in No Way Out, Sonic told Nine that he still considered him to be a friend while getting down on one knee and Nine calmed down? Later in Nine’s Lives, Nine says “Typical” when seeing Sonic run to the others and accused Sonic of betraying him when Sonic called the others his friends.

Nine was sort of acting like Sonic proposed to him and then cheated on him by being friends with the others.

Okay so first of all, I don't think you're crazy. During S3 there's actually plenty of evidence that Nine is jealous, both of the Tails variants and Sonic considering everyone else his friends.

One example that presents his specific kind of jealousy is during Episode 2 of Season 3, when Nine first appears to Sonic in New Yoke.

"Everything is collapsing... This is terrible!"

"Is it? That seems odd coming from you. As far as I can tell you only care about your own home."

Essentially what I'm getting at is this. I do believe that pre betrayal, Nine admittedly considered Sonic to be the most important person to him, and thought Sonic may have felt the same way. And the "betrayal" at the end of S2 hurt Nine very deeply. He had this image of Sonic in his head that was shattered by the finale, so he sort of instinctively switches to thinking the worst about Sonic because he can't trust that anything he thought before wasn't a lie. This is one of the reasons that he can't fathom Sonic caring about shatterspaces other than his own home.

But it's not just that he can't fathom it, it's that due to this deep hurt, Nine cannot allow himself to believe it.

Because if Sonic genuinely cares about the shatterverse as a whole, if he genuinely cares about saving all of these people, then to Nine, what made him the exception?

Sure, we the audience can see Sonic’s journey in Prime. We can see that by the end of S2, Sonic wanted to keep the shatterverse safe just as much as he wanted to bring back Green Hill. He wanted everyone to be alive and happy. But from Nine's pov here, he's just learned that Sonic lied to him, spoke honeyed words and manipulated him just to get to the prism. None of that is true, but he doesn't feel like Sonic actually cares for him or wants him. So at this point, for Sonic to put saving all of these people over saving his own home or genuinely worrying about their home makes Nine feel like the exception or that his feelings about Sonic must be wrong. Either one of those ideas he'd understandably like to avoid (because one means that Sonic is genuine with everyone except for him, and the other would mean to him that his feeling of betrayal and hurt feelings post S2 finale are misplaced and not allowed to be had, though he feels justified feeling hurt)

And that scene in S3 E3 No Escape is actually another big exemplifier of Nine's brand of jealousy and just how hurt he is.

"Don't worry. Beneath the surface, my new friends are far simpler than the flawed creatures you knew and loved. And all the more loyal for it."

Starting out strong, Nine takes a not so subtle shot at Sonic's friends while taking subtler shot at Sonic's loyalty, since Sonic had been his first and only friend.

"Ever wonder where we'd be if things had gone differently between us?"

"...Not anymore."

"I do. All the time."

"Not anymore." Implying that post the S2 finale he really had dwelled (at least for a time) on thoughts of how things could have been different. How he wished things could have gone differently.

And Nine gets visibly angry/frustrated when Sonic confesses he's always thinking about how things could have been different. Perhaps because it feels like a slap to the face, or feels hard to believe.

"Tch. You had your chance."

"...Right back at ya, bud."

And then, despite his anger, despite how he's been trying to get Sonic all along so he can drain his energy and save his home, Nine ignores Sonic's "should we get this over with". He puts on another one of those faces, similar to earlier when Sonic arrived and Nine talked about his "new friends". Perhaps to cover up exactly the way he's feeling in this moment with a veneer of superiority (he always did something similar when talking up Sonic to the Chaos Council).

"You know...after all this time...I think I finally understand you, Sonic."

...

"You wanna save everyone. Friends. Foes. Total strangers! You say it's because you're a hero and that's what heroes do, but deep down... After what you did—destroying your own home—it's the only way you can ever live with yourself. Even if that means you won't live at all."

And while I think Nine isn't incorrect—that there is a part of Prime!Sonic who's been acting out of selfishness, caring more about feeling like a good person than actually being one—these are still words from someone who feels betrayed by Sonic. I think there's a level to which Nine is seeing a part of Sonic no one else did, and also to a level which Nine is trying to recontextualize Sonic's more heroic/selfless seeming actions so he can reconcile them with how he feels about Sonic and sees him at this moment. In other words, while he's seeing a facet of Sonic he didn't see before, this is not all encompassing of who Prime Sonic is. It's just that perhaps by believing that Sonic's every seemingly selfless action is disingenuine, that all those nice words and intent to save people is just so Sonic can feel good rather that actually caring about anyone, then Nine doesn’t have to feel like the exception. Then he can see Sonic as someone who is pretending to care about all of this, and Sonic's other friends as fools who don't see what he (Nine) has seen.

But as I said, it's more complicated than that. Perhaps Nine is seeing a facet of Sonic that other people don't see or don't want to see, but Prime!Sonic is multifaceted. Perhaps he does want to hurry up and sacrifice himself in this scene because then he can finally feel like he's atoned for what he's done and he's absolved of/paid for his crimes, but that also doesn't mean he doesn't genuinely care about the lives of people in the shatterverse.

"If I don't make it, and you do, how do I know you'll keep your promise."

"Don't worry. Your 'friends' are safe. Once I have your energy, I can restore everything. They can have their silly lives in their silly spaces, as long as they leave me alone."

"Fair enough."

...

"And for what it's worth...I wouldda done the same for you."

"Don't lie to me..."

"I'm not–"

"DON'T!"

"Think whatever you want, but it's true. Even after everything you've done, everything we've been through. Together. Against each other. You're still my friend, Nine."

I really couldn't express more just how hurt Nine feels. That he doesn't believe Sonic would give anything up for him, even if he were to accept that Sonic would do that for everyone else. When he tells Sonic not to lie to him, frustrated, angry, voice wavering, I think it's because he can't take this again. If Sonic is lying just to manipulate him, if this isn't genuine, if he's just using him again, he can't take it again.

This is an incredibly intimate scene. With Sonic, standing face to face to Nine, inside Nine's safe space, his home that no one else has been into, behind the physical representation of the walls surrounding Nine's heart post betrayal, this is his first time all season really being allowed to speak to Nine directly. Here there's no one to perform to aside from each other.

But you can see that despite everything, Sonic still reaches Nine in this scene. It's not easy, but he reaches Nine's heart, leading Nine to start to believe in him again.

And that's why it's a pity the other variants show up when they do, using Sonic to breach Nine's walls. With the way Nine reacts after this happens, Sonic may as well have made Nine believe in that image of him again. Sonic may as well have made Nine believe that Sonic does care about him, that he'd do anything for him (or, at least, would give his life for him like he would for the others if it meant they could live), only to be the trojan horse that allowed the enemy™ to breach his safe space. The pretty lie.

At the beginning of S3 E4 Nine's Lives, Nine says "Predictable" when Sonic runs over to his friends. And, as anon mentioned, Nine says that Sonic has betrayed him for the last time, calling the deal off.

I wouldn't necessarily say here that Nine feels as if Sonic had cheated on him so to speak, but I would say that even if Nine doesn't see Sonic as a willing "trojan horse" here, Nine still feels like a fool for "falling for it again", for believing in Sonic. I think it's enough betrayal to Nine that Sonic would convince him that he cares about him and wants him to have a future too, only to then side with a bunch of people who want to beat Nine down and who would not let Nine be happy if Nine surrendered to them (from Nine's pov at least).

So in short, anon, I think you are seeing Nine's jealousy here. Even if he also has to believe Sonic is secretly fooling the others, to him this is a scene where Sonic is not only choosing them over him, but another example of Sonic (from Nine's pov) proving that he's a liar who doesn't care for Nine or his future/safety at all.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonine #nine the fox #nine sonic prime #miles nine prower #sonic prime s3 #sonic prime s3 spoilers #anon interview #i just be ramblin #long post #I just want to note also that Nine also calls the deal off because the other variants become aggressors in this situation. He told Sonic in #the deal that he'd leave everyone else to their devices as long as they left him alone‚ but then right after this those same 'friends'#breach Nine's walls of safety‚ clearly planning to attack where Nine's most vulnerable. The deal was broken before Nine could uphold it #and to top it all off‚ Sonic doesn’t make everyone stand down or defend Nine to them. The entire group gets to flex their power in front of #Nine (similar to how previously Nine would do the same to convince Sonic to surrender)#and Sonic expects Nine to believe that his surrender will lead to peace. Funny‚ since the other variants can't believe Sonic's surrender #would lead to peace either #It's just kind of tragic that Nine would have felt better about Sonic had the other variants not showed up. And yet‚ even if Nine and Sonic #had the chance to perform their deal‚ even if Nine kept his promise‚ the rest of the variants would never leave him alone #And Sonic wouldn't be around to help Nine. Nine wouldn't even have the prism or his walls to protect himself.#Okay okay I've got lots more thoughts and things I can dig into but best to leave all of that for the season 3 portion of sonine prime #Thank you so much for this ask anon! I really do love me an excuse to talk about Sonine and dig into their individual characters. I'm also #not over S3 so the chance to talk about it some was much appreciated😊💖#And if you or anyone else has any other questions pertaining to Sonine‚ their characters‚ thoughts on individual scenes‚ or anything else at #all‚ feel free to shoot me another ask!🥰

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