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chloecherrysip · 1 year

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it has been days and i haven't seen ANYONE mention this so fine, FINE, i will be the one to do it

"We'll see how tough this Mario is when he watches me KILL HIS BROTHER!"

THIS LINE ALL BY ITSELF FELT VERY SCARY AND I FULLY UNDERSTAND WHY THERE WAS NEVER A MOMENT WHERE BOWSER COULD ACTUALLY TRY TO MAKE GOOD ON THIS THREAT, THAT'D BE TOO INTENSE FOR THE TONE THEY WERE GOING FOR, BUT...

WHAT IF...

(look, all i'm saying is the angst gremlin inside of me came ALIVE for a hot second and started imagining scenes playing out in different ways where Bowser DOES have this opportunity with both brothers together before the final battle and it is extremely heartwrenching stuff, OKAY)

I was originally gonna end this post here but welp, now I brainstormed a whole alternative scene under the cut

Imagine this: we're on the Rainbow Road. The blue shell hits! DK does still fall into the ocean (maybe yelling "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAUUUUULT" at Mario as he goes down) but Mario is thrown back by the explosion onto the side of Rainbow Road with Cranky Kong and the other Kongs (he is definitely injured, though) and lands there as they freak out about DK. Peach and Toad are still safely on the other side.

Mario is thus captured with all the other Kongs and taken to Bowser's airship (Peach and Mario call out to each other worriedly but there's nothing she can do and the flying Koopas are coming after her too so Mario yells for her to run and her and Toad have to flee, waaah)

(This would also let Bowser and Mario actually get to meet before the end, which I think would have been nice! Not absolutely necessary, I think the movie works fine without it, but it would have really driven home the threat/stakes a little harder and created a stronger Darkest Moment, I think)

Bowser, seeing that Mario is captured, is just FILLED with hateful glee and wants to break this little man down so badly after he DARED to get close to HIS princess, and he asks Kamek to bring out Luigi from the prison

Mario, now in the airship and restrained, gets to actually SEE Bowser and register how big/menacing he is and they have some banter where Bowser is FURIOUS and Mario is honestly just kind of confused, like, "dude, what is your problem with me??? I just came to this world two days ago???" (He's scared, of course, he's never seen anyone quite like Bowser before, but he also knows his type right away - he's a bully, and Mario's dealt with his fair share of bullies, that's for sure)

But then of course the conversation comes around to "WHERE IS MY BROTHER, LET MY BROTHER GO" and then Luigi is brought in, hands bound, and the brothers can't help but have big, teary smiles and call out happily for each other

But that happiness ends QUICKLY because Bowser advances on Luigi and Mario realizes all at once what's going to happen and he tries to run at him but Kamek drags him back with the magic

And like...I am not one for anything TOO excessive here, I wouldn't want it to be TOO far outside what a movie like this would include, but Bowser does start to hurt Luigi - picking him up and throwing him down, kicking him, scratching him up, and Mario is just in AGONY and desperately struggling to pull free from the magic and begging Bowser to stop, please, if he's mad at someone, hurt HIM, beat HIM up, whatever he wants, but please, don't take it out on his brother, PLEASE, he'll do ANYTHING

But of course, that just makes Bowser taunt Mario more, because he CAN'T do anything. He wants to see Mario broken down and a pathetic mess and begging HIM, the great Koopa King, for mercy because the princess would never be attracted to someone like THAT, how could she, how shameful! Bowser will be sure to tell her ALL about it when he proposes, he is delighted

(oh man, Bowser could even say something like that "whatever happens to him is YOUR fault, you brought your dear brother down with you when you dared to meddle in my fairytale wedding!!!" And it's a ~*~THEMATIC CALLBACK~*~ to Mario's dad, waaaah)

And finally, it looks like Bowser is going to strike a BIG blow but Kamek gets distracted or Mario just becomes desperate enough to pull free of the magic's influence with the power of BROTHERLY LOVE and he gets a punch in on Bowser that knocks him back!!!

And then Mario is helping Luigi up, holding his bruised face sweetly and reassuring him that it's gonna be okay, they're gonna get out of here and go home, and they try to run but they get dragged apart by guards/Kamek/etc again

Bowser is EXTREMELY MAD but manages to calm down and says that he actually appreciates Mario interrupting him with his pathetic little punch because he almost acted too rashly. After all, if he kills Luigi now, he'll be one prisoner short for his ritualistic sacrifice for him and Peach's wedding! Can't have that! Too bad Mario's gonna miss it! And then he grabs Mario and carries him out while Luigi is being carried/dragged back to prison and they're both horrified and crying out each other's names desperately as they're separated AGAIN

Mario gets thrown off the airship by Bowser into the ocean and left for dead (Mario probably gets one more defiant line where he swears he's gonna stop Bowser and Bowser tells Mario that'll never happen but not to worry, him and Peach are going to be very happy together and Mario and his brother will be reunited soon enough - in DEATH [evil laughter])

And then Mario gets swallowed by the eel and DK is already there and things start to play out the same way as the movie from there EXCEPT that when him and DK snipe at each other, Mario starts to break down a little and the line "Well, at least your brother's not gonna die because of you!" has a LOT more emotional weight to it and it's just a longer, more heartwrenching Darkest Moment scene in general, sob)

(and you could also have a scene with Luigi back in prison where he is obviously extremely shaken up and hurt and not knowing what happened to Mario, what did Bowser do with him, is his brother even still ALIVE, why was he so WEAK and unable to do anything, unable to even protect himself or help Mario, etc etc and that helps him have a character beat that maybeeeee makes his surprise rescue of Mario at the end feel more earned????? HMM)

I'M SORRY, I LOVE ANGST (that eventually ends happily) AND IT COMPELS ME

i'm gonna have to write this as an actual, full-fledged fic, aren't I, lolol

#mario movie spoilers #super mario bros movie spoilers #mario movie #super mario bros movie #you all already know from my previous speculative fic that bowser directly targeting luigi as mario's weakest point makes me WEAK #and that line in the movie just made the worst impulses in me flare up I'M SORRY I CAN'T HELP IT #cherrysip hc's & rambling

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dizzyjelly · 6 months

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You Deserve Better, I'm Better(18+)

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Abbys dating Owen, and you hate him. But she doesn't like him all that much, either. You deal with the unreciprocated feelings until one night you come to find out, she really wants you.

Cw: Owen, toxic bf behavior, a little arguing, fem!reader, drinking, cheating, reader cries a little, smut, fingering(a!receiving), pussy eating(a!reciving), boob stimulation(both receiving.)

A/n: I love this one you guys!! Was so happy to write so much Owen slander bc let's bffr who likes Owen. Maybe he's not thst bad but he did cheat on his PREGNANT gf, like come on. Anyways I do NOT condone cheating but it's needed for the plot of this fic so yeah, hope yall enjoy.

You'd never understand what she saw in him. Sometimes you thought she didn't even know what she saw in him. At first, it was just because he was taking away your quality time with you best friend. But your feelings of jealousy slowly grew into something you weren't sure how to handle.

You didn't just want to be Abbys friend, you liked her. Let's be honest, you loved her. But there's no way she felt the same, she was with Owen after all. But why? He wasn't cute, nor did he have that great of a personality.

Maybe it was just because he played varsity football. Which still wasn't that great of a reason. Oh, well. At least she still made time for you.

Nothing was out of the norm until she started to favor you over him. Not that you were complaining, but his new passive aggressive attitude towards her bothered you. And he'd grown to dislike you, which was a big reason why she didn't hang around him as much. It was weird, he was her boyfriend after all.

However, even if it was puzzling to you, you weren't going to complain. In fact you enjoyed this new favoritism. It made you feel.. wanted. You wished she wanted you like you wanted her.

Tonight was the first varsity football game of the season. Abby was attending, obviously, and you joined her because well, she asked you to. Pleasee it'll be so boring if I go by myself, those were her exact words. She also complained about having to hang out with the other players girlfriends, who she has a strong distaste for.

"Feels nice to rest my feet." You sigh softly as everyone sat for the halftime show.

"Yeah.." Abby smiles over at you.

Your arms touched and your thighs were squished against one another due to how packed the bleachers were. It was fairly cold out so you shared a blanket Abby had brought. It rested on each of your shoulders and draped over one of your arms.

Curiously, your eyes drifted to the scoreboard. Your school was winning by three points, to which you cracked a smile. You weren't sure why because you didn't give a fuck about football, but it just felt nice. Abbys eyes however, never left you. She took the chance to admire you like some creep as you looked away. As you started to turn back she fixed her gaze to the field.

"Hey, we're winning." You tap her arm with the back of your hand.

"Oh, nice." She smiles at you.

Since the halftime show was beginning, the football players got to sit at the sidelines. Which really meant they all ran into the stands to say hi to their friends. You sighed and glared at Owen with annoyance as he approached you and Abby. Immediately he leaned down and took her chin in his hand, kissing her like his life depended on it.

And you wished it was you. You wanted to put your lips against hers, you wanted to hold her face in her hands. Fuck you even wanted to feel her tongue swirl against your own. You're pulled out of this trance as you notice Abby pushing him away and letting out a small groan.

"Fuck was that." Owen's voice is rough and he stares at you, like it was your fault.

"Sorry you're just- you're all sweaty. Kinda gross." She's quick to come up with an excuse.

"Whatever" he scoffs and rolls his eyes, God you hated him, "are you at least coming out with us after the game?"

"Can Y/n come?" Abby asks, looking over at you and smiling for the first time since Owen came over.

"Fine." He let's out a small sigh and looks your way once again.

"Then sure, why not?" She shrugs.

And thank God Owen left almost immediately after that. He'd never been a joy to be around, but lately it was like you could not stand him even if you tried. Abby just dismissed it, like always, saying he probably just had a bad day. You hated how she'd defend him.

Even so, you just let out a small sigh and ignored it. As much as you hated to hear it, you were Abby's best friend after all. Of course she'd tell you about her boyfriend. If only things were different. Then again, even if Owen was a good guy, you'd probably still be jealous. She deserved better, and you were better.

In the end, the opposing team won by fourteen points which left Owen and his teammates sulking. They all went to the locker rooms to get cleaned up, Abby got a text from Owen saying they'll meet you guys outside. She put her phone away and noticed you were shivering a bit.

She has folded the blanket and was carrying it, but she walked behind you and wrapped it around your shoulders. Then you blushed as she wrapped her arms around you and embraced you from behind. What was she doing? And it's like she read your mind, because before you could even ask, she said,

"Body heat." It was whispered right into your ear and you felt small puffs of her hot breath fan over your neck.

You gave in, you always gave in to her. Your hands wrapped around her arms and you leaned back into her. She didn't do stuff like this when you were out a lot. But no one was really around, just some of the other girls who'd be going out with you guys. And they wouldn't say anything, hopefully.

Disappointment filled your mind as the sound of boys clamoring could be heard and she stepped away from you. Her hand rested at your lower back right up until Owen was getting close enough to notice, then she kept her hands to herself. You frowned. It wasn't fair, he changed her.

The group of people you went out with, which consisted of Owen, three other football players, and their girlfriends, took a bunch of separate cars since almost all of you drove. Abby looked at you expectantly when Owen held her hand and wanted her to ride with him. You drove to the game together that night. You didn't know what she expected, were you supposed to tell her to go with you instead? It was awkward to say the least.

"I'll be fine, Abs. I know how to drive my car, go ahead with him." You nod.

Owen furrowed his brows with confusion. It's like she needed your permission or something.

"Okay, just- be safe." She settles on that and a pat to your shoulder.

You made your way to your car and Abby got into the passenger seat of Owen's. As you drove you listened to your favorite songs and only thought about her. Abby was not having as good of a time.

"What's up with you and Y/n?" He'd ask not even a minute after he started to drive.

"What does that even mean?" Abby asked in return, crossing her arms, "she's my best friend if you're asking what we are."

"Is she really? Why do you always hang out with her instead of me, hm." He looks over at her and she just stares blankly at him, "Yeah that's what I thought. Quit acting like she owns you, I'm your boyfriend."

Abby was silent. It was extremely painful because he was right. Not that she thought you owned her, or she acted like it, but still. She did favor you a lot and would do anything you asked. God why was she so stupid.

In all reality, Abby liked you way before she got with Owen. She just thought you were out of her league so she never went for it. But lately, she's felt that you might like her back. She hoped. But why did she want to be with you if she was with him. Owen never satisfied her, emotionally or sexually.

There was just something so intriguing about you. And she remembered all the hook ups you'd tell her about. How loud the girls always were. She wished it was her you were touching, her that you were making feel so good she couldn't help but scream.

Owen pulled into the parking lot of some diner and she was pulled out of her delightful fantasy. A sigh fell past her lips as she got out of the car, slamming the door shut and walking over to stand by the road and watch for you. Owen went inside to find his friends.

You pulled in and she smiled, walking over to your car. As you got out she looked into the diner, making sure she was out of Owen's view before she pulled you into a hug. Everytime she hugged you it was so.. intimate. Her arms would envelop you and she'd pull your body against hers.

"Missed me that much?" You'd tease, giggling softly.

"Shut up." She playfully shoved your shoulder as she pulled away.

You just shook your head softly then followed her inside. Everyone else was busy ordering, she sat in the booth and looked at you.

"Sit by me." She smiled.

"Of course, I have to use the bathroom first though I'll be right back." You nodded softly then headed to the bathroom.

When you returned to the corner booth, you were displeased to find it basically full and just a little room left for you on the end. Abby was sat between Owen and some black haired girl who laughed obnoxiously. She looked at you and frowned, mouthing a 'sorry' as you had to squeeze your way into a seat.

You waved your hand as to say 'it's fine' then you all began to eat. Abby felt bad, she just kind of sadly stared at you for the duration of the meal. You really didn't mind all that much. The only thing that really bothered you was seeing her with him. But you were getting used to that feeling now.

Dinner finally ended and everyone started to say their goodbyes. You kept an eye on Owen and Abby as they stood further away, he seemed to be asking her for something but she was giving him a very adamant no. When you saw how they acted sometimes, you wondered how they were even still together.

Eventually he gave her a small kiss then walked away, stomping and throwing the door open with frustration. He must've been really mad. Abby just rolled her eyes and walked over to you.

"You wanna stay over tonight?" She asks, rubbing at the back of her neck nervously.

"I'd love to, let's go." You walked out to your car and began driving to her house.

As she sat in the passenger seat, Abby felt relaxed. You were like a breath of fresh air for her. Nothing like him. She wished she'd just asked you out all that time ago. Maybe you would've said yes. But maybe not.

Once you got to her house, she announced that her parents weren't home. Something that might seem taboo, but really it just meant you'd raid their liquor cabinet. You'd each take a shot of vodka and scrunch your noses in disgust before sharing a beer, then another. Before Abby had the chance to offer a third, you suggested a movie and popcorn instead.

She threw some in the microwave then came to join you on the couch. You moved closer to her when she sat down, then your eyes scanned the room for the remote. It was on the side table next to Abby, so you leaned over her lap and rested your hand on the armrest to grab it. She took the chance to ogle at your ass, and your entire body really.

You stumbled back with a giggle as you fell onto her strong thighs, your chest pressing against them. Her breath hitched at the feeling of you, more specifically how the fat of your tits squished against her. Thank God the microwave beeped so she had an excuse to pull you up by your arms and get up. Surely there'd been a wet patch on her boxers by now. She felt sick.

Abby returned with a large bowl of popcorn and some chocolate as well. You gasped happily and thanked her as she set it down on the coffee table. She didn't bother asking what you wanted to watch, figuring you'll probably fall asleep anyways. She settled on a horror-comedy.

You grabbed the popcorn from the table and put it into her lap, taking a handful every now and then as you also ate some of the chocolate. Eventually you were full and now just rested your head on her shoulder, one of your hand wrapped around her forearm and the other just sat on your own thigh.

Her breath hitched whenever you'd move a bit and your hair would tickle her neck. She'd been this close to you before, so why was she acting like some horny teenage boy all of a sudden? She moved forward to set the nearly empty bowl of popcorn on the table and you sat beside her normally now.

"Can I lay my head in your lap?" You whispered, looking over at her as she sat back with some chocolate.

"Yeah.." She nodded, this was definitely a bad idea but how could she say no to you.

You smiled and moved so your feet tucked up on the couch and your cheek pressed against her thigh. You kept your hand rested on your stomach. Abby let out a quiet groan, then immediately focused on the TV as to not seem suspicious. You didn't notice anyways.

A few minutes later, you looked up at her with a goofy smile to point out that one of her favorite actors was on screen. Then you noticed she had some chocolate smudged at the corner of her lip. Without thinking, you sat up and leaned into her. One of your hands held her shoulder for stability as the other came to her cheek and your thumb swiped at the corner of her lip.

You could feel it wetten slightly as you weren't the most coordinated and the tip accidently slipped between her lips. She froze, until she didn't. Before you could even remind her she had a boyfriend, her lips were on yours and she was pulling you into her lap.

But all you could think was that this didn't mean anything good. You were both tipsy, maybe she didn't even mean it. Maybe she just did it because she knew she could. Your insecurities got the best of you and instead of continuing the sloppy kisses Abby pulled away as she felt your tears falling onto her own face.

"Oh god.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- are you okay?" She apologizes, thinking you didn't want to kiss her.

"Yeah.. no. I just- why are you even kissing me? You have a boyfriend Abby." She blushed.

"I don't care about him." She sighed, resting her forehead against yours and holding your face in her hands while simultaneously wiping at your tears.

"Y/n.. I've wanted you forever. Long before I even met that asshole. I just thought I never had a chance but lately, I thought maybe I did." She explains and you felt so many different things.

I mean you believed her, you really did. And you really wanted to kiss her again, you wanted to do more than kiss her. You smiled, kissing her cheek softly.

"Abby. Of course you have a chance, you always had a chance." You whisper.

After you made out on the couch some more, during which she grabbed your ass quite a bit and let her strong hands run across your body. It wasn't long before she was carrying you into her bedroom and laying you down.

Now she kissed down your body, looking up at you as she pushed at your shirt. You took it off and let out small moans when she started to kiss at and grope your tits. How was she so good at this? Your hands found their way to her hair, tugging at her tight braid and causing her to let out a groan and crack a smile.

As Abby kissed down to your waistline, she looked up at you. You bit your lip and motioned for her to come up closer. She did so, her arms caging you in on either side and loose strands of her hair tickling your face. You leaned up to whisper in her ear.

"I wanna show you first.. wanna show you how good I'll make you feel.." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice was whiny and needy.

Abby didn't seem to care though because her breath hitched and she nodded quickly, laying down beside you.

"Please. Show me.." She whispered, looking over at you.

First your lips traveled from her own, down to her jaw and neck. Then her collarbones. And you swore you could've come just from the sight of her topless. You spent quite some time on her tits, which was mostly self indulgent but she still enjoyed it. Finally you kissed down her sternum all the way to her lower belly.

She couldn't believe the sight of you when you looked up at her with your chin resting on her clothed heat. Your fingertips rested at the waistband of her cargo pants and she nodded. You unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow, she wad growing impatient as her hips unintentionally bucked up into your grip.

Once you removed her pants, her legs spread for you almost instantly. You groaned at the sight of the wet patch on her boxers, you couldn't help it as you moved forward to kiss it gently a few times.

"P-please.. take them off.." now she was the whiny one.

"I got you Abs.." You nod and remove her boxers, and it was definitely a sight to see.

Her slick had gathered all around her lips and if you focused enough you might be able to see her clit throb. You bit your lip as you ran your finger through her slick folds, then licked it clean.

"God you're so fuckin sexy.." You'd whisper before diving in.

Your lips wrapped around her clit and you flicked your tongue over it at a fast pace. She squirmed a bit at first, so you took hold of her thighs and kept them in place. Her moans were music to your ears, and when she'd moan your name, let's just say you could die happy.

Eventually you began to tease her hole with your middle finger, slipping it in and curling up in a way no one else ever could. She gasped when you added another finger and continued these movements.

"Shit, that feels so good.." She panted.

"Yeah?" You tease, removing your mouth from her but continuing to curl your fingers inside her, "I bet I fuck you better than him, don't I?" A rhetorical question of course.

"Yes!" She moaned loudly, just wanting you to suck at her clit again.

For the time being you but your thumb to it instead and rubbed tight circles.

"Say it." You whispered, looking up at her.

She looked so beautiful. Her eyes squeezed shut with pleasure and her lips glossy and fallen open. The way her eyebrows also creased made you want to eat her out forever.

"You fuck me bett-" She cut herself off with a loud moan as you hit thst sweet spot inside her, "so much better than him.." She finally whined.

Satisfied, you removed your thumb and began to suck at her clit again. Her moans grew louder and you could feel her clench around your fingers, she was close. She wanted to tell you, but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to form a coherent sentence. That didn't matter though, because you knew.

When she did finally cum, it felt so amazing. Sure she'd finished on her own before, but never like this. She called out your name and her hand tangled in your hair as you didn't stop going.

"I already came.." She whispered to you, you looked up at her and pulled off her cunt for a moment.

"I know, how about one more for me?" You asked, she could see how some of her release glistened your chin and blushed.

"Mhmm.." She hummed and you kept going.

While it was supposed to be one more, it was really two. You wanted to go for another but the way Abby could barely catch her breath had you finally letting her rest. Carefully, you moved up beside her and laid your head on her bare chest. One of your hands stroked her thigh gently as her legs still trembled a bit from the third orgasm.

She put her arm around you and leaned her head against your own. You smiled then let out a small sigh as you sat up.

"Come on, you gotta pee." You spoke softly to her.

She just nodded and you walked to the bathroom with her, washing your hands in the sink as she did her business. After she was done you returned to her room and she changed into new boxers and an oversized t-shirt.

"What about you?" She'd whisper once the two of you settled back into bed, her arms wrapped around your back as you laid your body weight across her.

"Don't worry, you can take care of me next time." You whisper back as you nuzzled your face against her neck and brought one of your hands to rest on her chest.

She ran her fingers through your hair as you started to fall asleep. Then once she was sure you were out, she whispered.

"I love you." She let her own eyes fall shut and drifted off to sleep within minutes.

But you weren't asleep yet, you heard her. And all you could do was smile.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #abby smut #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x f!reader

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mono-dot-jpeg · 8 months

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safe - express crew

summary; what would happen if you got injured during an expedition?

genre/extra tags; scenario, hurt/comfort but not well executed, reader has path of destruction, reader's combat type isn't mentioned, caelus is trailblazer with path of preservation (bc that's the one i use), yes im using the same banner at the top for caelus

[platonic] [teen reader] [gender neutral reader]

warnings; leg injuries described, getting scolded, feeling helpless

[buy me a kofi]

a/n; wrote this as scenarios... hope you enjoy it! only did the trio and welt bc 4 characters is my limit per scenario post. march's part is shorter than the rest im sorry

caelus is not well versed in situations like these.

he knew of your reckless nature. how you just loved thrills, how you want to destroy every enemy in your way, how you enabled his weird tendencies and fighting instincts just to watch a good show.

but this was too much.

in the heat of battle as you charge in, you take a big hit (even if with the help of caelus's shield) and the enemy smashes their weapon against your leg. you collapse to the ground, the pain rushing through all your nerves as you yell out.

caelus does his best to keep the enemy busy with his taunts and trying to build his shields. when he finally manages to finish the enemy off, he's running to you and picking you up as carefully but urgently as he can. he's talking to you to distract you from the pain and hoping that the adrenaline you're feeling with do until he gets to you to proper help.

when he finally gets you to medical help, he's conflicted. his usual expressive witty self is quiet with frustration. within the small time of you joining the express a little after he did, he's gotten attached to you, seeing you as a younger sibling. he can't help but think it's his fault for not being on guard to keep you safe. he can't find it in his heart to scold you despite how he's aware that if you just thought before you did anything, you would've at least been less injured.

it takes a day for you to get properly patched up and resting. and it's awkward when caelus walks in, no longer wearing his usually amused smile, but wearing a stone faced look. you avoid looking at him, it's not subtle at all with how you don't want to talk about the accident at all.

but he speaks about it anyways, "i really hate being angry, you know?"

"i know."

"i think it's safe to say that we're both in the wrong for this?" he suggests, sitting on the edge of your bed. "i could've stopped you and you could've waited for me." you're both silent as you recall the pain of it all.

"yeah. i'm sorry." he moves to sit by your side, patting your head.

"i'm sorry too, just get some rest alright?" he mutters, tugging the blanket to cover you better. "i'm just glad you're okay."

he hated when you got reckless, he was not as nice about it as the new trailblazer. well, he wasn't openly rude about it but he gets the most abrasive when you decide to be reckless. he would never say it openly but he cares for you. he cares for you a lot. you're younger than the other express members so of course it was natural that he felt the need to care for you. totally not because he's basically the established parent friend out of the four of the youngsters of the express, you included.

so the moment you get such an injury, he's killing the rest the enemies and taking you to welt and himeko. he's muttering about how frustrated he is with this turn of events. he's annoyed because he doesn't have the path that march and caelus have, so he can't protect you as easily.

you can't understand a word of what he's saying since your mind is fuddled with pain and slowly running down from its adrenaline. you pass out before you hear his pleas to stay awake.

when you're finally okay and stable, it's dead silent in your room. you and dan heng sit nearby each other, you on your bed and him in a desk chair. you're concerned by his silence but you don't want to say anything, knowing that he would start scolding you. unlike caelus, he's not afraid to be honest and sound rude while he's at it. he doesn't like sounding like the bad guy, but someone has to put the foot down when welt and himeko weren't around.

as you lay there on your bed, you feel small, like you were just a weak kid who couldn't do anything. you struggle to look at dan heng, the room is thick with tension and worry. you hate how stupid you feel. it's hard to describe it, when you want to cry but it's not out of sadness or anger. you feel bad. and it makes you want to cry. and you do. you don't say anything, he doesn't say anything.

he looks at you while you're a silent mess. his hand presses on your forehead and moves down to rub away your tears gently. "please don't do that again. not when i can't do as much to keep you safe." he mutters, moving his chair to sit closer to the bed.

you spill out your apologies and worries as you hug him weakly. "i'm- i'm sorry dan heng!" he pats your head, providing his silent comfort.

"it's okay. i'll always forgive you." he sounds tired as he jokes deadpanned, "maybe this is a sign from the aeons to stop being stupid."

"hey!"

despite march's cheerful aura and bright words, she was skilled in battle. and very good support. even when she was smiling in support during a battle, she was ever so alert for everyone's safety.

unfortunately she let her guard down for just a small moment and you ended up running in with no shield support, causing you to take a bigger hit than normal.

after that she had immediately shielded you, the cold of her ice felt nice against the heat of the pain.

"y/n! please be more careful next time!" she says immediately after she takes care of the last enemy. she's probably the only one to actually scold you in the battle even if it was close to ending. "just because i can shield you doesn't mean you're safe all the time." she insists on carrying you via piggyback as she scolds you all the way through the trip back.

"you know you're gonna have the rest of the express worried sick when you do things like that!" if this was anyone else, you would much worse but march has such a sweet tone to her voice that you can't help but feel fine. on the way back, she cares for the injury the best she can with her ice. and it helps when you finally get the proper help.

you recovered quicker than usual with her assistance.

"now what do you have to say to me?"

"you make me want to not say it now."

"i just saved your life and this is the thanks i get?!"

"bleh."

"i'm never gonna give you a shield again."

welt..

welt dislikes taking you on expeditions. he's been clear about that from the start. but he's not gonna restrain you from experiences, good and bad. but he'd much rather you have good experiences. and not ones like these.

the ones where he has to pick you up from the ground and worry that you're gravely injured. just like the rest of the crew, he hates seeing you hurt. maybe it even hurts even more being a sort of father figure to you and feeling the obligation to care for you.

instead of the cold silence from dan heng or the worried silence from caelus, you feel the disappointed silence from welt. and that hurts more than your injury.

it's suffocating when you're being carried the way back and you know you're about to get a mouthful of scolding. it's not even gonna be an angry scolding, which is even worse.

when he takes you down the hall of passenger rooms of the express, you struggle to find the words that would at least lessen the looming feeling of disappointment. "i- um.. uh.." you stammer. he continues to walk and find your room, but you feel his hold tighten. you know he's listening.

"i don't.." when you both enter your room, he places you right on your bed and sits in a nearby chair. he looks at you, which almost makes you break in a cold sweat. "i'm really..." he doesn't rush you to speak, he doesn't cut you off or anything. he waits patiently by your side.

"i'm sorry." you look down at your lap, "i was really excited when you finally let me go on one of these trips with you. and i ruined it. sorry."

his lips pressed in a line before he speaks, "please be more careful next time. i can't guarantee you'll go on your own though, not until you learn to control yourself."

next time? "does this mean i can still go next time?"

"not anytime soon." he sighs, "did you not catch any other word?"

"that's not a no."

"i'm not saying a yes."

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail welt #welt yang x reader #welt x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail march 7th #hsr march 7th #march 7th x reader #caelus honkai star rail #hsr caelus #caelus x reader #dan heng x reader #hsr dan heng #hsr dan heng x reader

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The Final Boss

Solomon

MC is too smart for their own good. And it's making them fail my test.

Have they demonstrated an understanding of Beel's powers? Yes. Have they used those powers to defeat their foes? Yes, and in an impressive fashion, I might add.

But the fire they normally have is missing.

"You've noticed it too, haven't you?" Asmo scooches closer to me and looks into the viewing ball I set up. "The passion's not there." I sigh.

"I suppose it's my fault for allowing your brothers to pick out the location of this test," I tell him. "I would have simply reserved an arena in the Devildom and have the battle there, but Satan insisted that this game of Levi's would be perfect."

"As if MC doesn't know the tropes of a RPG game."

"Exactly."

"I mean, even if they had no knowledge whatsoever before the exchange program, Levi would have at least taught them the basics." Asmo runs a hand through his hair to get some of it off his face. "Do you remember the first time you made full and complete use of my powers?"

"All too well." It was during a threesome with a girl we both liked. To put it simply, we fed off each other's lust and inadvertently overstimulating her to the point of death.

Asmo likes to joke about it sometimes. I don't.

"So, how do we get MC to do what you're asking?" Right. The task at hand.

"To be honest, I don't know," I answer. "I suspect they'll put more energy into their battle with me, but I don't know if it'll be enough to bring out all of Beelzebub's power."

"Why now?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've never been this invested in your apprentices becoming sorcerers." Asmo pauses. "Does MC mean that much to you?"

"You already know the answer to that." He sighs.

"Yes, but I want to hear you say it! Do you know how tiring it is to constantly use my powers to get dirt on people? It's so exhausting!"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" The patronizing look in his eyes makes me want to barf.

"I care about MC. A lot. They're the first human in a long time that I see myself having a future with." I pause. "Is that good enough for you, Asmodeus?" He playfully snarls like a cat, bending his fingers to look like claws.

"What an attitude!" he exclaims, smiling at me.

"You annoy me."

"Only because I care." Asmo glances back into the ball, appearing to think. "What if we upset MC?"

"No." Asmo huffs.

"I'm not saying we make them destroy the game or anything that extreme! I just think that if we tease them a little bit, we'd get them to feel something other than sheer boredom."

"Teasing might work. Just not on MC. They'll get too flustered to focus properly." I pause as an idea pops into my head. "Your brother, on the other hand..." Asmo's eyes widen before gleefully laughing.

"That's it! Oh, Solomon, you're such a genius!"

"How, exactly?" I'm asking because I want to know where his mind went, because he seldom complements me in a professional setting.

"You see, MC hates when we're reduced to our sins. That was why it took them so long to warm up to me; I wasn't being my true self, but merely a caricature. If I act like gluttony is Beel's only personality trait, then MC will feel the need to jump to his defense, thus triggering that connection you told me about." Interesting...

"You do realize that MC will be controlling your brother, right? The more angry they get, the stronger Beel will become, and I'm pretty sure you don't want him pummeling you." Asmo makes a dismissive noise.

"I'll be fine! Don't worry about me. Any injuries I sustain will be temporary." He smiles, nudging me with his elbow. "I want MC to become an official sorcerer as much as you do, you know."

#obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #obey me beel

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 9 days

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A/N: I had to write this. I needed Nancy and Steve being parental as well as Steve being bitchy. Everyone's relationship is up in the air except for Robin and Joyce's. Joyce is clearly with Hopper. Robin is always with Vickie because people hate on Vickie for no reason. Anyways, love to all, no matter what you like. Unless you like Billy, then I'm judging you harshly.

Steve was already annoyed because his date backed out at the last minute, but now he was even more annoyed when he found out from Robin that they wouldn't be at Lucas's game. Just for one night, Lucas wasn't asking them to abandon the game completely but to take one night off. Don't they understand that this is what Lucas was afraid of? Not being able to be a jock and to be able to still be a nerd? Of losing his friends? One night wasn't an unreasonable thing to ask for. Sometimes, being a good friend means supporting them when they need it even if you don't like it or understand it, not all the time but sometimes. How do they expect Lucas to compromise for them when they need it if they never do it for him?

Steve was too in his own head to notice that someone else was striding towards the drama room. He arrived at the doors at the same time as Nancy. Their hands reached for the door handle. They stared at each other, and for a moment, Steve had forgotten what he was doing. Nancy looked so beautiful when she wasn't angry at him. Oh, she was angry. Was she angry at the same thing he was? Oh, right, Mike, Dustin, and Erica.

"You mad at the kids for abandoning and replacing Lucas, too?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Well, let's do this together then, shall we?" Steve asked.

They opened the doors, causing them to bang loudly against the walls. Nancy and Steve stormed in, their hands on their hips.

"Hey, assholes!" Steve and Nancy exclaimed in unison.

They paused and looked at each other in surprise for a moment before turning back to them.

"Oh my God! They're together and they're both pissed!" Dustin shrieked.

"You're damn right we're pissed!" Steve yelled.

"Lucas asked for one night for you guys to be there to support him, and you couldn't give him that?" Nancy asked.

"It's not our fault Lucas went to the dark side!" Mike exclaimed.

"The dark side? So, all people who play basketball are Darth Vader?" Steve asked.

"You know Darth Vader?" Dustin asked.

"Of course, I do! I can be a little nerdy sometimes!" Steve exclaimed.

"He reads comic books, too!" Nancy yelled.

"What? Why didn't you say?!" Dustin asked.

"Whenever I try to join in on your conversations, you brush me off and scoff!" Steve yelled, and then his eyes went soft, as well as his voice. "Do you guys just think of me as a dumb jock who gives you free rides?"

"Nice mom guilt," Nancy whispered to him.

"Thanks," Steve whispered back.

"I mean, really, everything that Steve’s done for you. . .for Lucas, especially in Starcourt. He saved Dustin and Erica's life!" Nancy exclaimed. "And do you just think that all people who enjoy basketball are assholes?!"

"Nice dad guilt," Steve whispered.

"Thanks," Nancy whispered back.

"Hey, Mike, didn't you promise Will that you wouldn't join another party?" Steve asked, snapping his fingers at him.

"That's right, I mean, if D&D means so much to you, then why are you sitting here in another party?" Nancy asked.

Mike opened his mouth and closed it again, unable to find the answer. Dustin looked incredibly guilty. Good, Steve thought. Eddie scowled and stood up.

"Who gives a fuck about some stupid laundry basket game?" Eddie asked. "This is when we play. It's not our fault that Sinclair chose the wrong game."

"Lucas gives a fuck about that laundry basket game!" Steve snapped. "He wasn't asking for you to give up the game completely, he was asking for one fucking night so he that he wouldn't feel like a freak for enjoying both games! He wanted his friends to accept him for that and for someone who stood up on a fucking table to preach against forced conformity - yeah, Robin told me about that - here you are trying to force Lucas and his friends to only comform to D&D!"

Steve was pleased to see that Eddie looked like he had been slapped in the face.

"That's not - I mean - ," Eddie stuttered.

"Yeah, Robin was pretty much agreeing with you until you went after science and band," Steve said. "I mean, are you telling me that all of you have the same exact interests? Do you all like the same food? Do you all like the same music?"

"The problem isn't basketball. The problem is that every group has their assholes but they also have their good people, too," Nancy said, looking at Steve.

"And sometimes people can crossover into other groups," Steve said. "It happens."

"We didn't think Lucas actually enjoyed basketball," Dustin said.

"Yeah, he told us he wanted to stop being bullied," Mike said.

"Hm, and which group was he talking about?" Steve asked.

"What happens when one of your players gets sick?" Nancy asked.

"Well, yeah, we postpone then because it's a good excuse," Gareth said.

"A championship is a good excuse," Nancy replied. "But it's nice to know that you guys aren't completely heartless."

"Heartless?! We're not the ones beating the shit out of people because of what they like!" Eddie snapped.

"No, you're just letting them know that they're replaceable if they decide they need to explore other options," Steve said, and then he scoffed. "Can't believe I ever had a crush on you."

Eddie's eyes widened as the whole table gasped dramatically.

"You're fucking with me," Eddie said.

"No, I'm not," Steve said. "I like men and women. I know that liking more than one thing is a hard concept for you to grasp."

"That's not, I mean, you can like whatever you want, but liking basketball and D&D is different than that," Eddie frowned.

"I don't see how," Nancy said, shaking her head. "Do you guys play every day of the week?"

"Well, no," Eddie said.

"Well, if you don't play every day of the week, then it's not going to be the end of the world if you wait just one more day?!" Nancy asked.

"Okay, enough of this. I don't care if you guys come or not, but Dustin, Erica, and Mike, you guys are coming to the game to support your friend," Steve said clapping his hands.

"But - " Mike started to say.

"You heard your mother! I mean, your Steve! You heard Steve!" Nancy exclaimed, shaking her head again.

Mike and Dustin ducked their heads as they gathered their things. Erica held her head up high as she did the same thing.

"I didn't do anything wrong, they tricked me!" Erica exclaimed.

"Erica!" Nancy scolded.

As they were leaving with the kids, Steve overheard one of them - Frankie? - speak up.

"I wasn't ever going to say anything, but I, uh, kind of like watching basketball," Frankie said.

"Fine, fine! We'll go to the goddamn game," Eddie said.

It didn't take long for them to catch up with the group.

"Decided to join us assholes, huh?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, look, you were right, and Nancy was right. . .it's not going to be the end of the world if we wait one more day," Eddie said. "And of course, I know that Sinclair isn't going to turn out like those assholes especially if he has the support of his friends."

"Yeah, well, I'm not the one you need to apologize to," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's true. . . So, you have a crush on me?" Eddie asked.

"Had. As in past tense," Steve replied.

"Yeah, I suppose I deserve that," Eddie said. "I am curious to know if you are seeing anyone, though."

"I just tore you a new one," Steve said, looking at him in confusion.

"I know," Eddie grinned.

"Well, I'm kind of seeing someone," Steve said.

"Kind of?"

"It's on and off."

"Is he being intentionally vague?" Eddie asked Nancy.

"I can't say," she grinned.

"By the way, was I little too bitchy in there?" Steve asked Nancy.

"No, you were perfect. I know someone else who would have loved it like a certain someone did," Nancy said.

"Okay, you two aren't bad assholes, just annoyingly vague assholes," Eddie said, and they both giggled. "This is going to be a long game."

The game wasn't so bad as Eddie had thought it was going to be, especially when Chrissy jumped up and waved excitedly at the sight of him. He eventually got caught up with it when Lucas was sent in to play. He was glad he did come when he saw the pure joy on the young man's face when he saw almost everyone he cared about was there to cheer him on. When Lucas scored the winning shot, Eddie hugged Nancy and Steve both tightly. He needed to be reminded every once in a while that it's not just about him and what he likes. He started Hellfire to give lost sheep like Lucas a place to belong, and he almost ruined that because of a few bad eggs who happened to like basketball. Besides, people needed to know that just because you have different interests doesn't mean you have to be enemies.

"Thank you for making me come," Eddie told them. "I would have regretted it."

A week or so later. . .

"So, Nance, what were you saying about it not being the end of the world if I postponed the game for a day?" Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he laid in his hospital bed.

"We stopped it before it could happen," Nancy rolled her eyes. "Do you regret going to Lucas's basketball game?"

Eddie grinned as he thought about the pure joy on Lucas's face.

"Nah!"

"Well, no one stayed dead, so there's that!" Chrissy grinned.

"Well, Hopper's still dead," Steve said.

"Oh, yeah," Chrissy frowned.

Suddenly, there came a knocking at Eddie's hospital room door. Robin got up to answer it.

"Steve, you were wrong. Hopper is very much alive!" Robin exclaimed. "Holy shit!"

Robin let Hopper and Joyce into the room. Moments later, Vickie skidded in behind them.

"Hey, guys, did you hear? Someone said they saw Chief Hopper wandering the hospital!" Vickie said and glanced at Hopper for a moment. "Hiya, Chief! Isn't that crazy, Robin? He's supposed to be dead, right?!"

"It takes her a moment," Robin said. "She gets there eventually."

"Oh my God! . . . Eddie, is that your mom?"

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 6 months

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Heart of Ice is a fantastic series but I'm thinking of how more fucked up it would be if Jason did have his Darling, and how he had the militia kidnap Nora. He knows exactly how it feels to love someone so much that you will do anything and everything to save them, no matter the cost. And Jason justifies it the same way he does all the terrible things he's done as the Knight, but also reasons that if Fries really loved Nora, he would have prepared countermeasures and kept her from being taken. Jason is NOT going to make that mistake with his Darling, and he'll keep his Darling under a very tight lock and key so what happened to Nora can't happen to them.

I also think it would be nice if Nora got to meet or get a glimpse of Jason's Darling after she wakes up, and they have a shared feeling of understanding and compassion for each other. Both of them love men who have done terrible things for their sake, but they desperately want them to understand why they want them to stop. Logistically it would be hard to put them in the same room during the story, but maybe it's an optional bit of dialogue if you haven't yet finished Darling's side mission to rescue them. I think it would be a nice little moment narratively to have the first person Nora sees be someone in a similar position to her.

Jason doesn't want to hurt Nora and wants her kept safe, so he has her moved to Darling's safehouse when she's initially taken and thawed. Then when he finds out Batman and Victor are tracking Nora down, he has the militia move Nora so there's no chance Darling will be taken by Batman too or put in danger by Victor as a form of revenge. So in that brief moment of time, Darling and Nora get to talk. Maybe Batman can find an audio recording some of their conversation in the Arkham Knight safehouse or near Nora's cryochamber if you finish the Heart of Ice DLC after the main story.

Nora: If you don't mind me asking...The man keeping us prisoner. He sounded different when he talked to you. More gentle. Is he...did he kidnap you because he's obsessed with you? I'm sure that once Victor and Batman find me, we can get you out of here too. That man won't be able to hurt you anymore. Darling: No, no, it isn't like that. Well, it is, but not exactly. He was my boyfriend, but then...I thought he was dead. We all did. I only found out a few weeks ago that he was alive and he blames Batman for not saving him. Nora: I'm so sorry. But why is he keeping you captive down here with that tracker on you? It sounds like he's been doing something in the city, working with all these other criminals. Did he kidnap you? Darling: Yeah, he did. He keeps saying that it's just to keep me safe while he carries out his plan, since the whole city is a warzone right now. I know it sounds bad--it IS bad. I love Jason, I always have, but he's changed. He's killed and hurt so many people, he wants to kill Batman and get revenge...I told him, I TOLD him that Batman did everything he could to try to find him, but he wouldn't listen! He's been through so much, and I hate that I couldn't do anything to stop what Joker did, but all he's doing is hurting more people. And everything he says he's doing to protect me? I don't want people to get hurt because of that, because of me! I don't want anyone to die because of me! Nora: It isn't your fault. He may be doing this for you, but if he loves you he should listen when you tell him this isn't what you want. You both deserve to be happy and together, but this isn't the way to show his love for you. Darling: Thank you. I guess you've had this kind of conversation before? With Freeze--Um. With Victor? Nora: Not yet. But when we're together again, I'm going to tell him. I'd rather die having a few more days together than spend another second in this damn box without him. Darling: Do you think he'll really stop trying to cure your disease? And he won't make you get back in there? I don't want to act like I know him better than you or insult him, but...he's done a LOT to keep you safe since you've been in there. A lot of terrible things. He might not be able to accept it. Nora: He will. I know he'll listen to me. Deep down, I think he's always known that I wanted to just spend my last days with him. I think he's finally able to accept it now.

Darling: You know, for a dying woman that just climbed out of an icebox, you're pretty damn strong, Mrs. Fries. Nora: You're sweet. You know, it's funny, Victor said that about me all the time. Though to be fair, I was actually the more physically fit one before my symptoms got worse. He's always been...more academic-minded, heh. I remember when we were on one of our first dates in college after I had tennis practice one day. Ha, after a few drinks, I decided to show off a bit and asked the bartender for a lemon. I crushed it and the look on Victor's face was so adorable, he looked like he was seeing Superman lifting a truck or something. I never let him hear the end of it, either--there was this silly running joke we had where if he needed help lifting something or opening something, I'd tell him that "Super-Nora" was coming to help. Darling: ...I hope you two enjoy the rest of your life together, Mrs. Fries. Nora: Thanks. I hope that you and Jason can, too.

#.dc #.arkhamverse #.arkham knight #yandere dc #yandere arkhamverse #yandere arkham knight #.myshit

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melloollem · 19 days

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Family Conflicts|| Bruce Wayne × No reader gender × (Platonic)Jason Todd

Summary: Bruce mulls over the guilt he feels after a fight with Jason, you're the one who advises him and tries to sort things out.

Warnings: Comfort (with anguish), No gender specified, Platonic relationship with jason, Family conflicts.

(DC masterlist )

You were drying your hair after getting out of the shower, and walked into the room you shared. Bruce was sitting on the right side of the bed staring at the large pane of glass that overlooked the house's garden, too immersed in his own thoughts to recognize your presence.

You were aware that the recent argument was still plaguing his mind. You let the silence linger in the room for a while longer while you put on your clothes, waiting for him to take the initiative to talk to you. When you had finished, you leaned against one of the walls of the room, watching Bruce's back. The nights in Gotham were brutal, and the scars on his back couldn't deny it.

After a few minutes, a click escapes your mouth as you realize that he would choose to ignore your presence "Aren't you going to say anything?" Your voice broke through the man's numb state, but the silence remained, drawing a weary sigh from you. You wished the constant conflicts and obligations didn't consume Bruce's mind as much as they do, but you knew that was too much to ask of him, a man entirely dedicated to everything he did.

"Everything will be fine, he just needs some time." Bruce's guilt was consuming him, Jason was no longer the unstoppable killer whose goal was to kill Batman, but the relationship between the family was still complicated, everything was still too sensitive, like an inflamed wound.

"He doesn't hate you, he just needs some time," you repeated the assurance, trying to get into your husband's mind. "He was clear about how he felt," Bruce said to you for the first time that night, still motionless.

"So that's all I had to say to get you to say something" Your sarcasm lacked any real anger at Bruce's behavior, already used to dealing with the complicated man he was. "He'll never forgive me" That wasn't half of what he wanted to say, but it was all he had the courage to admit. Bruce was never the kind of person to speak his mind openly, you had to read him, understand him beyond his words and you were very good at doing that.

"You don't believe that. He's disappointed, but you can fix it." You knew that it would be much harder for Bruce and Jason to work things out, much harder than it was for you and Jason, not because Jason blamed you less for what happened, but because he and Bruce were too similar for their own good, Jason would never say what he felt out loud and neither would Bruce and they always hurt each other because between half-words Jason saw the worst in Bruce and Bruce saw a lot of his faults in Jason.

"What about you? Are you disappointed in me?" The blue-eyed man knew that he had acted improperly, despite Jason's behavior, Bruce knew that this was not the ideal occasion. You took too long to convince your son to return to the mansion and when he finally did, Bruce used the moment to reprimand him.

"I'm not sure, I just..." you bit your lips apprehensively "I wish you hadn't done that" you too were trying to make things right. It was distressing to see Bruce taking all the blame on himself and taking away the responsibility you had with Jason. "I need you to trust me, Bruce. We're in this together." There was no point in fighting with the man, he knew where he had gone wrong in this situation.

You moved across the room to stand in front of Bruce, you held his chin to make him look at you, guilt staining his blue eyes. He didn't want to ruin the progress you were making with your son, but it seemed that was all he had done since Jason's return. He knew the boy blamed you both equally, but when he made himself willing to move on, you managed to warm Jason's heart faster than Bruce could ever have wished. While Bruce mulled over the guilt of Jason's death, you sought the boy's forgiveness.

"I'm sorry" Bruce didn't know exactly what he was apologizing for, there were many of his actions that needed forgiveness, but you accepted it openly, knowing the sincerity of the words. "Everything will be fine" Bruce leaned his head on your stomach as he heard your words, that statement was all he could ever want from you. "I love you" he breathed as he closed his eyes, his words sounded like an oath, an intimate pact between you and an affirmation of the trust he had in your words "We can sort things out with Jason, okay? Both of us".

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I was putting off posting this because I really like the story and I was afraid of how it would play out, but the fact is that I was afraid people wouldn't understand it. I don't think Bruce is a bad father, but he's certainly a complicated person. I know that's a bad summary and a bad name. Thank you to anyone who read this story.

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angst to fluff (basically they’re learning how to love each other but jk makes some mistakes and so does yn and they fight with each other and they think about breaking up but then they don’t)

Yeah...perhaps you shouldn't have come here tonight.

The air is stifling between you. It's so damn...awkward that you don't even know how to act. You open your mouth to remark about anything, fuck, you could talk about weather as long as you talked but since no sound left your mouth, the conversation was ended before it even began.

Maybe you should just break up.

If you could break up with someone you never even dated.

Either way, this trying thing was not working out, though not for the lack of trying. Opposites sounded so fun on the paper. In the distant, impersonal theory you could compliment him where he lacked and vice versa but in the unsatisfactory reality you just were stuck at a seesaw. You didn't understand each other, not even a bit. You didn't understand his devotion to the stage, he didn't understand your profound disappointment of how life was built overall. You were just...too different. Not two puzzle pieces but two star systems, circling each other but never quite meant to interact, unless of course there's a collision in which one of them is left splintered into unamendable pieces. And lately collision was all you were feeling.

"Let's just...try. Once more," Jungkook mumbles quietly, absent-mindedly stirring the chicken. You both knew that in situation such as this you probably won't stay for dinner but he needs something to do. Since he's not allowed to hold you anymore, the only other thing to do would be to dig his nails into the side of his palm so that this pain distracts the other one. The one far harsher.

"We did try," you point out sadly. "We gave it our honest effort, Koo."

"So what? That's it?" he harshly snaps his head to meet your downcast gaze, irritation sneaking its way into his voice. "We're just done? Giving up like that?"

You barely restrain yourself from sighing. This was yet another stark difference between you. Like an angered ram Jungkook was perfectly content with driving his head against the problem until it molded to his liking. You liked to leave things. If they did not help you, why even bother.

"How many last chances do you want me to give? For you to give me?"

"A hundred if I must. I don't fucking care," he spits, stirring the chicken a tad too aggressively. Your eyes fall to the rough movements, finding his knuckles white around the pan's handle. "You know what your problem is, ____________?"

"Just...stop," tiredly, you drag. "I don't want to fight."

He sags, all fight knocked out of him with one clean kit.

"Neither do I," he admits weakly. "Just...let's try, please. Let's compromise."

You really should say no. Just go. Just leave, like you did before but something about Jungkook makes you want to stay. One thing was certain, for better or worse, you won't ever find anyone like him. With his faults and all.

"If you want we can go to couple's counselling. Talk to a third party."

You raise your brows at his statement. Jungkook loathed to air our your personal laundry, in fact, he'd been so vocal about it that not even in the confines of your mind you allowed the possibility to ever take root.

"But you hate-"

"I want to try so I'll try," he interrupts sternly, however, his eyes are wide and pleading. "I know I've said it a million times but let's give each other one last chance, okay?"

send in a picture of the boys and I'll write a scenario

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x y/n #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #bts scenarios #bts imagines #file/picture series/jungkook #bts drabbles #jungkook drabble #jungkook angst #bts angst

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visceravalentines · 1 year

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A Place for You

Bo Sinclair x GN!Hinge!Reader x Vincent Sinclair

This fic is a safe space, babes. This fic is an escape. This fic is where I know we all like to go as we're falling asleep. I hope you bask in it and return to it whenever you've had a long day.

1.2k words. No CWs. Brief mention of past smut. Just poly cuddles with the twins coated in that grimy layer of their-whole-lives-have-been-angst we all know and love.

It’s been a hard day, and you retire to bed early.

The tension in the house is nobody’s fault, not really, or instead maybe it’s everyone’s to claim. All you know is that the big bed is empty, sheets smooth and cold, and you curl around your pillow like a small thing settling in for hibernation. A deep breath. A sigh. The stress in your body seeping into the mattress like sweat.

You’re on the verge of the verge of sleep when Bo comes in. He flings the door open with abandon – always too much, too big for the space around him, realizing at the last second that you might be asleep and clumsily catching the edge of the door with his hand.

You stir, just a little, to let him know you’re not quite unconscious. He eases the door most of the way shut so some of the light from the hallway seeps in, dull and golden. You watch him undress through your lashes. He sets his hat on the dresser and runs a hand half-heartedly across his scalp. His belt follows with a jingle, and then he fumbles with the buttons of his shirt, cussing softly under his breath when one gets caught on a thread and he can’t get it undone.

Bleary, you sit up and dig the heel of your hand into your eyes. “C’mere,” you whisper.

It is a mark of his exhaustion that he offers no resistance, just shuffles to you and lets you take over. Bo shrugs the shirt off and lets it drop to the floor as you set upon his fly. You are both so drained he doesn’t even offer commentary, letting it slide with a faint smirk and a quick flick of his eyebrow.

You scoot out of the way and lay back down as he kicks off his jeans and crumbles into bed. He’d picked a fight about something earlier – something trivial, so inconsequential only Bo would select that particular molehill to scale – and it had escalated so quickly you’d gone the better part of the day without speaking to each other. He lays stiffly on his back beside you, hands clasped on his stomach. His body is all edges, begging to be smoothed. You aren’t sure if he’s trying to punish himself or you and you’re too wiped to try to puzzle it out so you reach for him, take him by the crook of his elbow, tug him gently towards you.

“Please?” you mumble. You feel the heat of his gaze in the dark. He always wakes up angry, but he hates to go to bed angry.

The song and dance is short tonight. He relents almost immediately and rolls towards you, nestling his head beneath your chin, letting you comb your fingers through his hair to break up the sweaty curls. The musty smell of the day’s last cigarette left half-snuffed by the porch clings to his skin. He pushes his knee between your thighs and tangles his legs with yours. Bo has a habit of making himself inextricable. It’s how he survives.

A vocal, groaning sigh leaves his lips and wafts against your throat. The gradual relaxing of his body with every breath sends a wave of secondhand relief washing through you, cool and clean. You are at ease when he is at ease, and he is so rarely at ease. You are already drifting towards sleep again and so you almost miss it when he presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, another, and one more. They are shockingly chaste. He’ll communicate if you let him, if you allow him to teach you how to understand.

He left the hall light on, and so when the door opens again and the bedroom is first flooded bright and then snuffed back into darkness by a shape in the doorway, you both cast a sidelong glance to the latecomer.

Vincent, emerged uncharacteristically early from his particular depths, reaches back around the doorframe and hits off the light in the hall, plunging the only souls in Ambrose tonight into the black. In truth, you’ve seen his nightly routine only once or twice in all the time you’ve been part of this family, but you can envision it playing out against your eyelids with an ethereal, dreamlike quality.

He peels off his sweater and slides his pants to the ground quietly, almost silently. With a single deft twist of his fingers, he frees his hair from its twist on the top of his head, rolls his neck, scrubs at the roots for a minute to release that particular tension. He stretches, arching his back, and you imagine you can hear the pop-pop-pop of his long, beleaguered spine as he forces it back into a proper shape. In your dreamscape vision he rubs his thumb along the line of his fingernails, loosening the slip of wax wedged beneath them. In reality, you know he doesn’t even notice it anymore.

Lastly, most importantly, most painfully, he takes his face off. You’ve seen him, his true self, many times. But sex is different. Sex is liminal space where Vincent isn’t really Vincent, and Bo is nothing but Bo, and you are everything. You’ve only seen Vincent’s scars outside of the bedroom once and it was an accident.

Those limber fingers tease at the seam of the wax, coaxing it with just enough added heat, until it begins to separate from his skin. Once that bond is broken it comes off all at once, quick, not easy. He pads across the floor, supernaturally silent, a ghost familiar with every squeaky floorboard since he learned how to walk, and sets his face on the nightstand. He climbs into bed and his gravity shifts you and Bo towards him, the way it always does, the way all of Ambrose always has and always will revolve around him.

And he catches you, the way he always does, shoring you up against his chest. His hands fill the empty places on your body between Bo’s. You are held.

You feel his sharp nose press against your scalp like a blind puppy searching for its mother. You wonder, not for the first time, if he and Bo experience phantom pain in the shape of one another’s scars. You take a hand off of Bo and stroke Vincent’s hand, slowly, just once, the landscape of veins and tendons rising beneath the skin familiar. Your dream-fogged mind fancies it’s a map of this place, of the hills and hollers and streams in the woods, the roads and remorse of the town.

Bo stirs and you give him what he wants, fitting your arm back into the shadow of its warmth. You always give them what they want. Somebody has to.

Vincent sighs and the heat of his breath sends a gentle buzz of electricity crawling down your spine. He won’t truly relax until you and his twin are asleep, but he settles. His thumb rolls back and forth over your ribs. The sound of his breathing is deep and even and you are pushed and pulled between the rise and fall of their chests like the rocking of an inevitable tide.

How strange, is your final thought. How strange for there to be a place for you, so perfectly shaped for you, so far away from home.

Bo is asleep. Soon you are asleep. And Vincent follows close behind.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #poly sinclairs #house of wax fanfiction #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #i have returned mfers #hopefully with a vengeance

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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Your secret isn't a secret anymore. Time to face the music. Words: 2k

"I don't want to go home," you whisper, head resting in the crook of Ralph's neck on your favorite bench in the park.

"You don't have to," he whispers back, arms wrapped around you. "Marry me. Tonight. And then my home is your home, and you never have to go back there again."

You close your eyes and sigh. "I wish it were that easy, Ralph."

"It could be."

You look up at him, his eyes nearly black in the low light of the approaching evening. You know he's serious. He'd marry you tonight, without hesitation. You love that about him; that he's so sure of his love for you. You know you love him too, and that you want to spend the rest of your life with him. But there's still a little voice somewhere in your head that tells you, "not yet."

"I know, Ralph."

You lean up to kiss him on the cheek, then return your head to his shoulder. In an effort to distract you from your impending doom, he'd told you as much about the wedding as he could remember, and how he'd spent the whole time thinking of you. You told him about sitting alone in the park, and even though it's a place you'd enjoyed in solitude for ages, it somehow it felt wrong to be there without him now. It wasn't your place anymore; it belonged to both of you.

You told him about Donald the Dull's standing Saturday appointment for tea with you and your mother and occasionally your father. It's not something you intentionally kept from him, it's just that you hated the thought of Donald's visits so much, you didn't want it to infringe upon your treasured Ralph Time. Thinking about that excruciatingly long hour with the most boring boy in the world could put a damper on anything.

Ralph, sweet and understanding gentleman he was, didn't fault you for this. He'd never specifically asked what you did when you weren't together. He admitted that he wasn't as fond of weekends as he used to be either, now that his favorite moments always happened during the week, in the middle of the day, on this bench with you.

As the sun goes down, your stomach growls, and his eyes widen.

"Well, since we're not getting married tonight, would you care to accompany me to dinner instead?"

You laugh and nod, not caring who sees you together now. You exit the park arm in arm, and he leads you to a nice restaurant nearby.

After a delightful dinner that almost made you forget how much you were dreading the rest of your night, Ralph walked you home. You peeked in a window and confirmed your father was there, to prevent your demise, and then turned to kiss Ralph one last time.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?"

"No, love, it'll be fine. My father's here, he has a considerable amount of experience in preventing us from killing each other."

He looks at you sadly, and kisses your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You nod. Come hell or high water, you would be at the park waiting for him tomorrow. You'd just spent seven long days apart, and you'd both vowed to never let it happen again.

You bid him good night, and sneak around back so you can enter through the kitchen door. Like a coward. You poke your head in, determine the coast is clear, and ease the rest of your body in the doorway. As the outer door clicks shut, the door that leads to the dining room swings open and bangs against the wall. This would have been a great time for a lightning flash or a thunder crack.

"YOU." Your mother seethes, that vein in her forehead visibly pulsing. Not a good sign. "Do you have any idea what an embarrassment you are? I can hardly stand to look at you."

You don't move.

"I knew you were running around with that boy behind my back. Do you know what people say about him? A drug fiend who will propose to anyone who stands still long enough? And that tramp of a sister of his, who will fornicate with anything that moves! Is this the kind of family you'd like to see linked to ours?"

"Ralph's not like that."

"And their father, a lecherous old rogue who died beneath some foreign floozy he brought home from the circus? The mother, who's spent time in every wellness center in the country, we all know what that means. She's crazy! What would anyone respectable say about us, associating with a woman like that?"

"At least their crazy mother sought help. Mine's still out gallivanting as she pleases, reigning terror and judgement down from her high horse upon anyone she deems inferior." You don't know who said that, or where it came from, but you do know that you heard a loud crack and were suddenly staring at the wall to your right. The pain hit your cheek all at once.

She reaches back to strike again, but another hand seemingly appears out of thin air to stop it from cracking back down on your face. Your father, your savior, your favorite man in the world.

"Go to your room," he says in a low voice, not moving from behind your mother or releasing her hand.

You scurry past him and up the stairs.

Some time later, you hear a quiet knock on your door.

"Come in," you say with a lump in your throat.

Your father enters your bedroom and closes the door behind him, making his way over to the sofa. You sit on the bed and watch him, half of your face still red and stinging. He pats the cushion next to him, and you go to it. Once his arms are around you and your head rests on his shoulder, you let out a sigh.

"Your mother seems to think you've been sneaking around with the Penbury boy."

You can neither confirm nor deny, so you stare at the floor.

"Is that the one you kissed at the dance?"

"Yes."

"Is he also a friend of Mary Lennox?"

You stiffen, and he... laughs at you?

"You were obsessed with that book for a year. Did you forget that summer I helped you plant your own little garden out back?"

You're such an idiot. The other side of your face turns a shade of crimson to rival the slapped side.

"You didn't say anything."

"You were leaving the house willingly and coming home happy. I thought it best not to question miracles." You lean forward and bury your burning face in your hands.

He chuckles at your shame. "Tell me about the boy."

And so you did. Your father already knew about the dance, but you told him about meeting Ralph the next day, the nosebleed, the picnic lunches, the way he holds your umbrella for you in the rain, and how he remembers everything you tell him, and the way he looks at you like you're the only girl in the world. You even pointed out the book Ralph bought you about India, which you brought home and passed off as gift from your dear friend Mary. You told him about how your heart hurt during those seven dreadful days you spent without him, and that the sound of his voice during tea today was the most wonderful thing you'd ever heard. You didn't even make a conscious decision to walk out on Donald; your body did it for you. You told him about Ralph offering to marry you tonight, so you wouldn't have to face your mother, and taking you out to dinner, and offering to come in and make sure you were safe. You didn't stop talking until you were out of breath.

He takes in your rambling with smiles and nods, and when you're finally done purging your every thought and observation about Ralph Penbury, your father asks, "Do you love him?"

Your eyes fill with tears. "Yes," you whisper. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud to anyone except Ralph. It's a strange, but freeing feeling. He nods.

"Does he feel the same?"

"Yes," you whisper again, a little louder this time.

"I want to meet him." Your breath catches, and your tears spill over.

"Oh come on, it's not going to be that bad," he jokes, swiping his handkerchief under your eyes, careful of your cheek. "I already like him better than Donald the Dull." You snort.

"Speaking of which… what happened with him today?"

You start shaking with laughter, and do your best to recount the tale for a second time. By the end, you're both laughing.

"Are you sure Ralph can handle you?" he asks.

"He sure seems willing to try," you say with affection.

Your father heaves a sigh. "I'll handle your mother. Just steer clear of her for a while."

"Noooo problem," you say slowly, widening your eyes.

"She demanded that I punish you for the lies and the deceit and the damage inflicted upon poor, sweet Donald," he states. You look up at him with pleading eyes.

"I think sending you to bed without dinner will suffice," he says with a conspiratorial wink. You knew you could count on him.

Meanwhile in the Penbury household, Ralph was going mad with worry. He had half a mind to go back and check on you, but had no idea how to accomplish this without making things worse. He wished he knew where your bedroom was, because he'd climb a tree just to look in and make sure you were alright.

He paced and paced the library floor and bit his fingernails to nubs, feeling helpless and stupid. He didn't know what he'd do if anything happened to you. He didn't think your mother would really kill you, even though you joked about it frequently. But what if you weren't allowed to see him anymore? He didn't think his heart could handle it.

"RALPH!"

"WHAT?!" he bellows, without thinking.

Victoria stood in the doorway, a surprised look on her face. He'd never yelled back at her before.

"I called your name three times. What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he snaps, continuing his frantic pacing.

"Your stomping woke me up from my nap."

"What pity."

"There is something bothering you, then."

"Never you mind."

"Did you find her?"

Ralph finally stops to look at his sister. "Yes."

"And had she?"

"Had she what?"

"Forgotten she was supposed to meet you at the train station, silly."

"No, she did not forget," Ralph says through a clenched jaw.

"Then what did she do to upset you so, little brother?"

"She didn't do anything." Ralph softens a bit.

"If you say so, darling," Victoria turns to leave with a sigh. "Let me know when you get over her, and we'll have a party to find you someone new."

"I am NOT going to get OVER her!" Ralph shouts. Victoria spins back around with a bewildered look. "We are ENGAGED, and I LOVE her, and I am SICK of the way you constantly dismiss us both! She loves me, and she appreciates me, and she listens to me, and she wants to be with me! She even took care of me when I was ill. You didn't even notice! You just carried on without me!"

Ralph stops for a breath, and Victoria pounces.

"You're really engaged?"

"Yes."

"She actually said yes?"

"Am I really so unlovable that you can't imagine anyone saying yes to me?"

"That's not what I meant, Ralph."

"Yes it is." Ralph drops onto the sofa, exhausted from the emotional roller coaster he's been on tonight. Victoria perches delicately on the arm of a chair.

"You really love her?"

"Yes."

"And she loves you?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

"For the love of God, Victoria, yes! I'm sure!" Ralph lets his head fall back, choosing to stare at the ceiling instead of his dense sister.

"Then why are you here, and she's there?"

Ralph scrunches his eyes closed and feels a twist in his stomach, then reluctantly begins to explain the day's events to his sister. For once, she lets him tell his story without any interruptions. Is one outburst really all it took? He should've gone off on her years ago.

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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I also wish to simp over the tieflings😁

So I have a question for you. In your opinion, which would be the fittest class for being each tieflings batchelor partner?

My best friend and I were playing bg3 yesterday (both sipping for Dammon so the conversation was more focused on him) and the question came out.

My bf defended that for our fav blacksmith a paladin would be the best option for going on a date. Cause they're usually loyal to their beliefs, tend to have a kind nature and they're always in need of good armor and weapons. It was paladin for her.

But I differ. I firmly believe that a nice ✨Bard✨ would be the correct answer. And here's why:

1. Dammon is a kind, polite and (probably) organised soul. Most bards have chaotic energy. I believe that a bard partner would be a nice influence on him and vice-versa. He calming his partner when they get too overexcited and them trying to get him out of his comfort zone.

2. They're both artists in a way. I think that a bard would admire and see the beauty in Dammon's job. Maybe even getting curious about it, ask him questions and see him work. He would be so happy. And also Dammon would admire and enjoy the Bard's music, singing, drawing, etc. (whatever bardic gift you got people, it doesn't matter to him. He'll love it)

3. We all know Dammon reads smut and I sincerely cannot picture a more smut reading class than a bard. Like I can perfectly see the scene of the bard discovering "A pleasurable deal" (I think that's the name of it, if not I apologise) and being totally chill about it, read a few pages with all the calm in the world and Dammon finding them out, grabbing the book terribly ashamed of it... Just to see them mock him a little bit to finally say "Hey and if when you finished with it you need any recommendations I have a few that might interest you". (Insert all the fantasy young adult with spice novels here)

And finally but not last:

4. (And this is a more personal one) I have the personal belief that if you play a bard you are personifying the need of a traumatised being who always tries to feel better through music and a charismatic behaviour while being in need of a found family even if you're in denial. I might be wrong, it might be me who plays bards this way but it's just a single theory I have.

But guess what, we're having a Bard here. And what better option to have a family with than Dammon.

I REST MY CASE! THANKS FOR YOUR TIME.

🤣🤣🤣But really, I would like to hear your opinion on this debate. If you had to choose what would it be and why?

(All classes are equally nice and fitting, no hate here to any of them👌🏻)

I know that this got long ah so thanks for reading it. I love your blog and I hope that everything goes perfectly well on your day-to-day. Byeee!!💛💛💛💛

🎻- Anon

This is actually a very fun question because I've never actually thought about matching people based on classes.

I agree with both of you that either a paladin or a bard would definitely work well with Dammon thematically. However, I raise the option of him being with an artificer. While I love opposites attract tropes, Dammon is a fiercely proud and passionate man, his dedication to his work is enough to scare off almost anyone. So, who would work best with such a wonderful but independent man? Someone who understands his thinking on a fundamental level. An artificer that knows what it is to be an artisan, to dedicate yourself to 'making', to spend late nights working on various blueprints. I just feel like he'd work well with someone that understands him and doesn't fault his dedication to his work.

For Zevlor, I'm a big supporter of the Zevlor x cleric idea. I feel like as a paladin, having him with a cleric just works so well thematically. He's a paladin who believes himself to be disgraced and what's better to help 'bring him back to the light' and support him other than someone else that understands his relationship with his patron god and his intense need to protect everyone. It's easier to accept help from someone that you feel understands your issues, and I feel like being with a cleric just really suits Zevlor.

Rolan with a sorcerer. That's it. Imagine the sass, the cat fights, the endless bickering before they even realise they're attracted to each other. Rolan definitely does the whole 'sorcerors just can't control their magic and tried to make it a thing', specially with a wild magic user. It never quite ends either, even after years of seeing each other Cal and Lia still walk in on their little sarcasm spats. I don't feel like there's a deeper reason to this, other than the fact I feel like Rolan had very little guidance in learning magic (much like a sorcerer might) and is doing a bit of light projection to start with.

So here's my humble opinions, I'd love to hear everyone else's and I hope everyone is having a lovely day <3

#its finally the weekend and i have THE FLU-#IT IS SUMMER???#bri rambles #bri answers #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 zevlor #bg3 rolan

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alastairstom · 3 months

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I want to ask you about those characters you have liked less, and you have commented on the blog, if you could change some stuff on their writing and on events that involve them to make them more likeable what would they be? I think yours are Lucie, Jesse, Gabriel and Cecily right? Like for example "make Jesse be resurrected in the beginning of chain of iron and develop more Grace and his relationship" , or "make Lucie hold less secrets from Cordelia".

Sure, I hope I'm understanding what you want correctly.

PSA: When I gush about how perfect I think TLH is I don't mean Ghostwriter. I never mean Ghostwriter. Their story is terribly executed. However, TLH is still perfect because I give 0 fucks about Ghostwriter, so their poor development and terrible relationship doesn't impact my reading experience in the slightest <3

Lucie and Jesse

Lucie would basically just need to get her head out of the sand. I find her annoying primarily because all the other TLH characters act 25 and she acts like a spoiled 12 year old.

She starts the series with her head completely in the clouds, dreaming of silly fairy tales, and ends it in exactly the same place. Zero growth. And why would there be any? Everything that happens in her TLH plotline, what with getting a ramifications-free ghost boyfriend, reinforces that life is a fairy tale that she can twiddle her thumbs and dance through.

I think that this is what's disappointing about Lucie. She's fine at the beginning of ChoG because that's where her arc begins, but the problem is that she ends it as the same silly girl she started it while most other characters around her grow a lot.

I also think that Lucie would benefit from, like, just generally being less selfish. There was no reason for her to endanger Cordelia by not telling her about the Creepy Ghosts at their prospective parabatai ceremony. So, yeah.

As for Jesse, dude, I don't even know where to start. Get this man a personality, please, or at least a semblance of one. I genuinely believe that perhaps Cassie purposely made him a flavorless cardboard cutout so that teenagers reading could project their ghost-fairytale fantasy man onto him.

The main thing for Jesse, though, is that he needed to be less of a shithole to Grace. He was just so fucking godawful to her in Chain of Thorns that everything else about him (which isn't much to start with) pales in comparison. I hope she never talks to him again.

An aside --

I have a whole Ghostwriter plot idea that I think would have made Lucie's story really layered, but Jesse would actually die in it (thus forcing Lucie to show actual growth). Basically, everything would be the same until the end of ChoI, when Lucie would fail to bring Jesse back to life and realize then that her power was gone. She then would no longer be able to see his ghost. No more Jesse. Lucie would need to confront her happy-go-lucky-lalala-life-is-but-a-dream attitude and would therefore need to actually grow tf up. Lucie and Grace console each other and become close friends. They also both lost their love interests (I'm changing nothing else about TLH in this world, only Blackdale stuff), and both girls' happy ending lies in that friendship.

I loathe character death and I almost always hate tragedy, so you know shit's bad when I'm saying this. But Jesse's not an actual human; he's just a plot device! So maybe we should use that plot device in the best possible way if we're not going to make him a layered character :)

Gabriel and Cecily

I don't think about these two nearly as much as Ghostwriter, who I contemplate sometimes because I'm a TLH girlie.

I also don't find Gabriel or Cecily anywhere near as annoying as Lucie or Jesse. I don't care for them, but I also don't really hate them or even dislike them.

In Cecily's case, there's not really anything I'd change or even would want to change. I liked her a lot when I was 18 and the annoyance has built up steadily over time. Now I'm 27 and just view her as an annoying teenager. There's nothing wrong with her, but she reads young (I staunchly consider almost every TID character to read 20ish and every TLH character to read mid-20s. Cecily and Lucie are exceptions). I also don't want her gone, she contributes to the story and has her Moments.

Gabriel just is imo kind of off-putting to everyone besides Cecily and occasionally Gideon, and I just personally am not a big fan of him. But unlike Lucie or Jesse, he's a complex character with an interesting plotline and a tangible personality. He grows. He just didn't resonate with me. I will, however, say that there are a few moments where I want to give him a hug, because damn that kid got hit over the head with a ton of trauma baseball bats in a row.

Basically, in the end, Lucie and Jesse are characters I think are poorly-written and badly developed. Gabriel and Cecily are fine characters with good enough development, they just don't resonate with me through no fault of their own and that's okay.

#anti blackdale #anti ghostwriter #anti lucie herondale #anti jesse blackthorn

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quodekash · 8 months

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PART 2 OF DANGEROUS ROMANCE EP4 COMMENTARY BC I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS AND RAN OUT OF SCREENSHOTS

because of them, im now gonna start sobbing every time someone throws a peace sign at me

HELL YES

IM SO PROUD OF MY BOY

YUOU DID SO GOOD KANG

I KNEW YPU COULD DO IT

AIUOGHKJERPODHFKN

NOOOOOOO

FRICK

my boy is having many thoughts. none of them good.

I can hear his crisis and him blaming himself because now he thinks it's his fault that sailom's gonna get beat up, and he's sad for himself that he doesn't have a reason to spend time with sailom anymore, and now his grandma's gonna be disappointed in him for failing something, and there's definitely some thoughts in the mix there about his dad and the bike he bought him and kang is so certain he doesn't deserve the bike, I could go on but I wont because I would like to finish this episode before the sun rises and currently that doesnt seem all too likely

well DUH

YOU COULD SEE IT FROM MARS (and now im thinking about soundwin. frick.)

tell him

tellllll himmmmmm

tell him he lent the umbrella to youuuuu

and you've treasured it forever perhaps?

OMG HE'S TELLING HIM???

DUDE THEYRE ACTUALLY LISTENING TO ME SO MUCH THIS EPISODE THIS IS SO RARE

chances are either the bus or Kang's car is gonna show up before he'll get it out, bUT ONCE AGAIN, LET ME BASK IN THIS RARE MOMENT OF GLORY AND POWER

BOOM

CALLED IT

I know it's super cliche and everyone probably saw that coming but I dont care, im gonna let myself feel almighty powerful

I just. I will never understand why they dont just like quickly tell the person before leaving. or like yell at him while getting on the bus. OR EVEN text him while on the bus, immediately after getting on. that's what id do, cos if I dont tell them right then and there, I guarantee you I will forget to ever tell them, and then it'll keep me up at night for ages but never at a moment where I actually think about telling them, and then three or four years later ill finally tell them and it'll be so insignificant by then but it doesnt matter because I FINALLY TOLD THEM THE THING

I really hope he remembers to give at least one of those umbrellas back to kang

mans is not waterproof, he needs an umbrella

respect for auto just went down down prices are down

crypto? seriously honey?

IT'S SO CHEESY

IT'S SO CLICHE

AND IM CRYING ABOUT IT BECAUSE SOMEHOW I BOTH IRONICALLY AND UNIRONICALLY LOVE CHEESY AND CLICHE MOMENTS WITH ALL MY FRIKIN SOUL

SPORTS

I hate sports days so much

thankfully id always be allowed to just not go to school instead of being forced to participate in athletics and swimming carnivals and cross country and stuff, and I will be forever grateful to my parents for that

they're in love btw

just in case anyone forgot

I didn't forget

I can't forget about them

my brain wont allow it

IT'S JUST

ITS JUST SO SWEET

I THINK IM GOING INSANE, THEY HATE EACH OTHER AND WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER SO BADLY THAT IT'S LITERALLY ROMANTIC

THIS IS PINING

HE IS PINING

PL E A SE CAN THEY KISS

NAWA'S HEAD TILT????? LIKE THEYRE LITERALLY ABOUT TO KISS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

two things to say here

one: view, please marry me

two: kang and sailom definitely have the same responsibilities

just KISS

I can't deal with the longing stares anymore

im like 80% certain they wont kiss this episode but I so badly want them to

NOOOO THEYRE NOT IN THE SAME GROUP THINGY

....but (hehe butt)

...maybe

...perhaps

I think kang might pull some strings to end up in the same department as sailom? maybe??

IM DYING, THERE'S A MARC AND A PAVIN (which sounded like pawin)

THEY GAVE UP THINKING OF NAMES FOR THE RANDOM CLASSMATES

ooooo he is listening to their conversationnnnnn

AND THEYRE GONNA INTERACT IN A FRIKIN BATHROOM??? I SWEAR, EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW IS SOUNDWIN CODED, IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU

5ER6CYVTGUOBHIOVTRC6DE5S4E57RCVYUBHUVTRDS3GTFD46F7GY8H

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

THEYRE JUST SO

HE'S SO GOUERGJND

LMAO YOU IDIOT

(we're getting so many cheesy cliches right after each other and I am so here for it, I love this so much)

now kiss

OH THIS IS THIS PART???? DAMN

he needs money to pay off his debts, so... he's gonna take a job offer from the guy he pays his debts to? feels kinda pointless, right?

also in this series, pepper reminds me of tor, specifically in midnight museum, so part of my mind thinks hes gonna offer him a job at the museum

LMAO

'MYNAME6969'

I WANT TO KNOW WHO PUT THAT IN THERE AND GIVE THEM A HIGH FIVE BECAUSE THATS FRIKIN HILARIOUS, WHOEVER SNUCK THAT IN THERE

IM DYING I LOVE THAT SO MUCH

as someone who sprained an ankle a little over a month ago, I have some points to make

namely: saifah is right. the first 72 hours are the most important, as long as you're resting it, keeping it elevated, icing it, compressing it, you'll be all good to walk on it in no time. after that, you need to make sure you're still taking care of it, like by wearing a compression sock all the time, and not walking on it too much if it starts hurting, stuff like that. that's the part I didnt do. I took care of it for three days, then kept walking on it like nothing happened, and it's still really painful sometimes, it never properly healed, but like it's fine im surviving

OH I DO NOT LIKE THIS, I DO NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL

HE'S SO OLD

ICKY I FEEL ICKY

there's nothing wrong with the work he's doing, it's just the fact that he's still a kid and thats a 50 year old man

on another note, I ran out of bloody images AGAIN

AND ON ANOTHER NOTE, ITS NEARLY 2AM. IVE BEEN WATCHING FOR NEARLY 2 AND A HALF HOURS AND IM NOT EVEN THREE QUARTERS THROUGH THE EPISODE, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #chimonperth #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #marcpawin #pawinmark #nawaguy #guynawa #marc pahun #pawin kulkaranyawich #win pawin

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tryingforthedelicatehopeofitall · 1 year

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So it's a typical Tuesday night and all I have to say is that I adore Wylan and Jesper and their love so much!! 🫶🏼

They have experienced a lot of cruelty and been through a lot of pain and hurt in their lifetime and then they find each other and it's like something shifts. As Taylor Swift would say planets and stars aligned to make sure that magic happens when they found each other.

They shared a night together which was dazzling in its own way only for it to end like that's the end of the story, when that was just Chapter One.

The next time they meet it feels like the song some of the original lyrics of Gorgeous were written about Wylan quietly pining after Jesper “You're so gorgeous and I ain't just talking about your face but look at your face and I am so curious your mind got me feeling some type of way ... 'cause you're so cool, yeah you should think about the consequence of your magnetic field getting way too strong ... you know it ain't my fault ... you're so cool it makes me hate you so much ... I'm nothing that you want but I must say you're gorgeous. ...”

And then they become friends and get to learn more about each other and start falling for each other. We get to witness what “... for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. One step not much, but it said enough. ...” “... we can't make promises now can we babe ... is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'cause I know that it's delicate. ...” looks like on our screen. The gentle way that they care about each other and for each other ... UGH MY HEART!!!!!

Even when they are on the battlefield, they are so in sync with each other. The way they are their badass selves and look out for other people while simultaneously looking out for each other? The way Wylan has his hand on Jesper's shoulder when they are first on the ground and trying to figure out how to go about things as Tamar asks them who they are!!!!! Wylan's little smile and nod when Jesper goes ahead to show them “what it's like to be blessed”!!!! The way Wylan comes picks up one of Jesper's guns and gives it to him after that!!! And then all those little moments in the background where it seems like Wylan is hurt and Jesper does not leave his side once!!!!!

“MY MAN” (moonlit witch version willow ~ I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans that's my man!!!)

*twinkling sounds of a key being made*

Someone with gambling addiction using the thing they are dependent on to try and give Wylan a home. Wylan who has never known what a home is before “... because all these boys ... never took me quite where you do. And all at once, you're the one I've been waiting for – king of my heart, body and soul ... the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury ... we rule the kingdom inside my (your) room ... is this the end of all the endings, my broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending ... baby, all at once, this is enough. ...”

Also thinking about Kit and Jack's response to the question of what Wylan and Jesper's universe would like and they said something like — if wesper could create their own thing ... it would be quite a cozy place. There would be a fireplace and a safe - where they keep the guns and the bombs. They would hold onto their weapons as there is danger outside and in comparison to that, they feel safe together … they found each other amongst the chaos. … <3

And how they found a home within each other — “they have quite the opposite first impressions but when they start speaking there is a shared language that they have and a shared understanding. They want to look after each other and protect each other amongst the utter chaos … they are able to sort of engage in what is quite a joyful, lovely time. They are both very damaged; especially with trust is how they are able to find homes within each other, safety within each other in amongst the wildness. …”

#wesper #wylan hendriks #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #six of crows #things i think about at 2 am instead of sleeping #the wesper brainrot is very real #i do not know what the hell this is other than me blabbering about wesper and how certain ts songs seems like they are written about them #there are so many more taylor songs that seem wesper coded but gorgeous komh yail and delicate is all i can think of right now #also snow on the beach but like that would be a wholeass dissertation <3 #wish netflix would just announce something that would ensure that we are getting them back again soon #like i genuinely need to see the crows on my screen again #anyhoo not going to spiral in the witching hours over big corporations and their usual stupidity/bigotry :))#i am going to shut up now okay bye

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hi! I hope you’re having a good day :)

coming for the prompt thing, but maybe rodrygo and kylian future bonding once he comes to madrid? I know rodrygo is one of the most excited players to have him here, and both love to hug and all with others so

Hey Nonny ! Hope you're doing well. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT?! You're the only one to send one! It makes me very happy. Hope you like it!

Chimère.

The news broke in the evening. Rodrygo found himself sprawled across the couch, with Rayan and Ravy clambering all over him, filling the room with their giggles. Amidst the playful chaos, his phone incessantly pinged with notifications. Curiosity piqued, he glanced at the screen to find a barrage of messages flooding their team's WhatsApp group. Frowning, he unlocked his phone to discover a plethora of capitalized messages.

Vini: VIENE?! IT'S OFFICIAL?!

Carva: Looks like it.

Selu: He told his presi, it's as official as it could get.

Lucky Luka: I think we should wait for Carlo or Pérez to tell us.

Jude: Tchou and Cama should confirm it!

Tchou: I'm not Fabrizio Romano.

Cama: There's no way we're asking him; he hates it when we bring up his club career.

Rodrygo furrowed his brow. What on Earth were they talking about?

Rodry: What are you guys talking about?

Vini: RODRY! IT'S MBAPPÉ! VIENE!

Rodrygo nearly dropped Rayan in his haste to sit up. "WHAT?!" he exclaimed.

Rodrygo: WHAT??? HE'S COMING????

Tchou: [link]

The link directed him to Fabrizio Romano's post, confirming Kylian's decision not to renew at the end of the season. The news hit Rodrygo like a bolt of lightning.

"Holy shit!"

"Papai said a bad word!" Ravy giggled.

Kylian Mbappé at Real Madrid. It wasn't officially announced where he was headed, but everyone could guess. Rodrygo beamed.

Rodrygo's admiration for the French player ran deep. Despite being a few years older, Rodrygo had watched every single one of Mbappé’s games since his UCL debut with Monaco. He remembered being absolutely mesmerized by his efficiency, hoping to play just like him one day. However, as Mbappé's career flourished, Rodrygo had come to terms with the fact that some players operated on a different level. When rumors swirled about Mbappé signing with Real Madrid in 2022, Rodrygo had been convinced he would join. So, like everyone else, he was disappointed when he chose to renew. Mainly because Rodrygo had longed to play alongside him. Now, it seemed that chance might finally come.

Mbappé's rumored arrival came with a flood of speculation, but one rumor troubled Rodrygo more than the rest: the idea that Mbappé would poison the locker room. Initially dismissing it as baseless speculation from haters, Rodrygo's perspective shifted when Neymar liked a post essentially accusing Mbappé of pushing him out of the club. Neymar, whom Rodrygo respected, wouldn't lie. Yet, Rodrygo had also found Mbappé to be pleasant company during their encounters. Conflicted, Rodrygo turned to his phone for answers.

Scrolling through social media, Rodrygo was surprised by the volume of hate directed towards Mbappé, especially from PSG supporters. Many criticized his attitude and accused him of disrespecting the club. Rodrygo struggled to understand the situation, relying on automatic translations that only added to his confusion. Could it be a cultural issue, as Neymar had suggested?

He recalled Neymar's frequent complaints during Brazilian national team gatherings. "They’re not appreciative enough. And they specifically shit on their best," Neymar would often lament. While Rodrygo respected Neymar, he recognized the man wasn’t without faults himself. He understood the frustration of supporters regarding a player their club had invested €220 million in, who only played half of each season. However, the tweets judging Mbappé's character left Rodrygo feeling even more confused. Determined to gain insight from those who knew Mbappé personally, he resolved to seek out information.

The following day, during practice, Rodrygo approached Aurélien. "How's Mbappé like?" he inquired. Surprised by the question, Aurélien responded with a smirk, "He's cool. Why? Looking for a date?"

Not one to skirt around the issue, Rodrygo replied honestly, "I've seen a lot of things about him being egotistical and all that. People are worried he might disrupt the locker room."

Aurélien's demeanor shifted as he held the ball at his foot, all traces of humor vanishing. "Tell me one thing, Rodry. When things get tough for you, who do you lean on?"

Rodrygo furrowed his brow, uncertain of the correlation. "My family? My friends? You guys?" he replied.

"Exactly. Kylian doesn’t lean on anyone but himself," Aurélien asserted firmly before forcefully striking the ball towards the goal and walking away. Rodrygo was taken aback by the unexpected reaction.

"Don’t mind him," Eduardo said, approaching Rodrygo. "He’s a bit protective of our national team players. Every single one of them. A born leader, that one."

"I didn’t mean to offend him," Rodrygo admitted.

"You didn’t," Eduardo reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We’ve just been seeing a lot of negativity on social media about Kylian, and it bothers us, but I think Auré takes it personally."

"Why?" Rodrygo inquired.

"Because when he first joined the national team, Kylian was the one who helped him break out of his shell, trusted him most on the pitch," Eduardo explained. "It helped Tchou gain confidence. No one knows this, but during that goal against England, Kylian asked Antoine to pass to Aurélien and then yelled, 'Shoot!' That moment meant a lot to him. Because it was such a big game, the World Cup is such a big stage. It was a great show of trust."

Rodrygo looked down at the ball at his feet, wondering if he had been rude. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Rodrygo," Eduardo reassured him. "It’s normal to be curious and ask."

"What did he mean by 'he only leans on himself'?" Rodrygo questioned.

Eduardo's smile faded. "Kylian has a great support system, but he tends to only believe what his brain tells him. He’s not egotistical; he just trusts himself to be honest about his performances. That's why he’s so hard on himself." "Sounds lonely," Rodrygo remarked.

"Most players of such caliber are lonely," Eduardo agreed.

As the season passed, games were won and trophies claimed. Mbappé's arrival was confirmed, and soon enough, Rodrygo saw pictures of him and the president holding a jersey with the number 10 plastered on it. Excitement and apprehension mingled within Rodrygo as he anticipated meeting and playing with Mbappé. Despite their tight-knit squad feeling like a family, he worried about how they would integrate Mbappé. While it was easy with Jude due to his youth and potential, Mbappé's nine years of experience, world championships, and numerous individual accolades marked him as a veteran of sorts.

Finally, Rodrygo caught sight of Mbappé during the players’ medical visit. He was laughing with the staff, conversing in rapid Spanish. Rodrygo approached him and tapped on his shoulder. Upon seeing him, Mbappé beamed. "Hey man! Nice to see you again!" he greeted warmly. Rodrygo's smile mirrored Mbappé's infectious enthusiasm. "How are you? Traveled well?" he inquired. Mbappé nodded eagerly, his smile never faltering. "Yeah! I’m so excited to be here!" he exclaimed.

Observing Mbappé, Rodrygo sensed his genuine excitement. With his big smile and bright eyes, Mbappé appeared younger than he was. Rodrygo couldn’t help but feel sorry for him; he knew his teammates wouldn’t go easy on him. At Madrid, if you didn't prove your worth, you'd struggle.

"We’re happy you’re here," Rodrygo said sincerely. "Finally," he added with a playful smile, eliciting a hearty laugh from Mbappé.

"That’s what everyone keeps saying," Mbappé responded bashfully. "I hope I’ll meet people’s expectations," he added, pressing a palm to his neck, displaying a nervous tick.

"Of course you will," Rodrygo reassured him. "You're Kylian Mbappé."

During the squad's first training session of the season, Mbappé was met with reserved expressions and tight smiles, except from Aurélien and Eduardo, who warmly embraced him. However, Mbappé remained undeterred, maintaining a bright smile and sticking close to Aurélien and Eduardo. With team gameplay scheduled for the following day, the coaching staff focused on integrating Mbappé seamlessly.

The next day, Mbappé showcased why Madrid had anticipated his arrival for close to a decade. His speed and explosiveness were unparalleled, but what struck Rodrygo was his efficiency. He didn’t waste movements or passes unless they led to a goal opportunity.

"You can’t give this guy any space!" Valverde remarked with a smile as they returned to the locker room.

"How are you not scoring 60 goals per season?" Toni quipped, prompting Mbappé to laugh and shyly duck his face, almost appearing... shy?

"He's not too far off that number," Aurélien smirked, earning a chuckle from the team.

"Is the defense different in France?" Jude asked, and all three French players nodded vigorously.

"They don’t leave any space," Eduardo explained.

"It’s a very low block," Aurélien added. "You play against 11 players the moment you enter their half."

"Except in Paris, the front three usually don’t defend," Vinicius interjected with a grin.

Mbappé laughed at that. "Oh come on! I got better last season!"

"Well here, you’re gonna have to fall back to defend," Toni remarked.

"I know! I trained for it!" the frenchman whined playfully.

Toni laughed heartily. "Awww, sorry I’m messing with you," he said, putting him in a headlock.

"Rodry might have some competition in the cuteness department," Thibault joked, eliciting laughter from the team.

Mbappé's cheeks reddened, and Rodrygo again noticed his youthful appearance.

"I didn’t know he’d have such boyish charm," Jude remarked later as they walked to the parking lot. "He looks like a kid. Younger than me, almost."

"Be serious, you’re the most expressive kid I've ever met. You ARE a kid," Rodrygo teased.

"You're barely older than me!"

Over the next few days, training focused on integrating Mbappé, Vinicius, and Rodrygo. Slowly, they began forming a connection, with Mbappé and Vinicius proving to be a lethal combination. Rodrygo could sense that their chemistry was promising, evidenced by the rare smile on Carlo’s face.

On Mbappé’s first night at the Bernabeu, Rodrygo anticipated the mixed reception he would receive. While his presentation had gone smoothly, many fans still harbored resentment. Walking up to him, Rodrygo whispered, "Are you okay?"

Mbappé looked up, eyes wide with excitement. "Hey! Yeah! I’m so excited!"

"No nerves?" Rodrygo asked cautiously.

Mbappé chuckled and clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Rodry, relax. It’s just football, man."

As they walked out, Mbappé's eyes sparkled with awe, and he went on to score a hat-trick. The whistles from the crowd diminished with each goal until they were replaced by cheers.

Back in the locker room, celebrations ensued, and Mbappé was hailed for his hat-trick. Jude approached him, asking for his autograph.

"A fucking hat-trick on his first day, bro. This man is una locura!" Jude exclaimed.

After a while, Mbappé approached him. "Would you please sign it for me?" he asked, holding out a ball. Rodrygo looked at the ball in his hand. "Of course! Congrats, bro. First of many!" he winked, signing the ball. After signing, he confessed, "It’s an honor to play with you, Kylian."

Mbappé blushed, his eyes wide as he turned bright red, looking down. Rodrygo was astonished. "Thank you," Mbappé said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rodrygo frowned. "Come on, you must hear that every single day."

Mbappé looked up furtively.

"What?! No?!"

Rodrygo couldn't comprehend how Mbappé wasn't adulated by every player he'd ever played with.

The french player shrugged. "They say it in interviews and all, but no one’s ever said it to me directly. It’s the first time. It feels weird."

"Even the youngsters?!" Rodrygo asked incredulously.

Mbappé shrugged again. "My little brother says I intimidate them."

Rodrygo hoisted his bag on his shoulder, ready to leave. "I can't tell why. You're all meme expressions and eagle laughs."

Mbappé burst into laughter and playfully shoved him. "See you tomorrow, Rodry!"

Rodrygo posted a picture of Mbappé's post about his hat-trick on his Instagram story with the caption "idolo y ahora compañero! @k.mbappe". Mbappé responded with "amigo*", making him smile.

Over the next few weeks, they grew closer through FIFA games and terrible humor. Slowly, Mbappé began hanging out with him and Vinicius as much as he did with Aurélien and Eduardo. Their connection during games became more fluid, and when Rodrygo assisted his first goal, and they hugged like they'd been friends for decades, it felt like their on-pitch bond was sealed.

A couple of weeks later, Rodrygo twisted his ankle, and Kylian was the one who checked up on him the most. One day when Rodrygo was particularly upset about it, Kylian showed up at his door and insisted they played FIFA to distract the Brazilian. Rodrygo couldn’t fathom not liking the guy. And seeing him interact with his twins made him feel like he might be a new friend.

So one day, three months in, when Kylian had broken every record held at the club during that period, when Rodrygo felt they had become actual friends, he asked, "What happened between you and Neymar?" Kylian stopped dead in his tracks. "You don’t have to tell me! Sorry, that was intrusive—"

"No, I just don’t feel comfortable talking about your national team’s captain. Sorry. No matter what happened, I have a lot of respect for him, and I wouldn’t do that."

Even after he humiliated you for all eyes to see? Rodrygo wanted to ask, but he kept it to himself. "I’m sorry."

"Don’t apologize. Just… there are always two sides to a story, and two people to form any type of relationship. So I hold a part of responsibility in what happened, and I don’t want to find excuses."

How the fuck did anyone manage to hate this guy?

In the Champions League Round of 16, Real Madrid was going to face PSG. Rodrygo immediately texted Kylian. He answered that he was excited. When was he not?

"When are you not?" he asked on the phone. Kylian laughed. "Are you kidding?! It’s the beauty of the sport! You stop being excited, it’s time to go! I’m ecstatic that we’re facing them!"

And ecstatic he was. If the four goals he scored at Parc des Princes were anything to go by. Rodrygo saw a side of him he hadn’t seen before. The more he was whistled at, the more lethal he became. He assisted Vinicius' goal, and had Rodrygo not missed his control, he would have assisted his too. 5-0. Kylian hadn’t celebrated any of the goals, but Rodrygo still felt like there was a sense of vengeance there. When the referee finally whistled the end of the game, putting an end to PSG’s misery, Rodrygo ran up to him, followed by Jude. "You’re incredible," he whispered in his ear as he hugged him. "You’re insane." Kylian giggled, like he hadn’t humiliated his old club.

Rodrygo thought the Frenchman was an interesting contrast of killing instinct and joy. A chimera of some sort. Aurélien and Eduardo approached them, and Aurélien put his hand in front of his face to talk to him, now that they were surrounded by cameras. "You’re crazy for not holding back, bro. They’re gonna hurt you with their words." Kylian’s smile suddenly fell before he regained composure. He smiled, but this time, for the first time since Rodrygo met him, it didn’t reach his eyes. It felt sad, somewhat melancholic. "They can’t anymore," he simply said. Rodrygo and Aurélien exchanged a look. He watched Kylian’s back as he walked towards the locker rooms, booed by his old supporters, wearing a white jersey instead of a blue. Sometimes, he forgot Kylian had stayed seven years at PSG.

After their resounding victory at the Bernabeu, they found themselves at Kylian's house, sprawled out on the grass in his garden, taking a well-deserved break from football. It turned out Kylian wasn't one for the club scene; he preferred the comforts of home and a good game. Rodrygo couldn't help but wonder how anyone could label him a diva.

"Why did you stay?" Rodrygo ventured, feeling it was a safe topic to venture on now.

Kylian pondered for a moment before responding, "Because I felt it was my duty. People off the pitch made me believe that leaving would not only hurt the club but the championship, the city, even the country. They sold me on this grand long-term project, akin to what Man City had, with a world-class trainer like Pep coming in to reshape the team and its mentality. And I bought into it. But it turned out to be empty promises. Thank God for my mom; she saw through it. She was the one to come up with the NBA-like contract, with the option thing. She made sure I had an outlet, knowing they wouldn't willingly let me go. She always wanted me to leave."

"Does it hurt you, knowing the supporters of a club you dedicated so many years to now hate you?"

"No," Kylian replied, his tone firm. "I'm not angry with the supporters. I'm frustrated with the direction for not keeping their word and putting us in this situation. I don't need validation from some fans because I know my worth. I've had some of the best seasons in the club's history. We reached quarters, semis, and the final for the first time in the History of the club. No one can take that away from us. No one can erase me being the top scorer. No one can erase the sacrifices I made for that jersey, the literal sweat, blood and tears I poured onto it. I'm angry because they've put the club in this mess. It'll take them years, literal years, to recover. All because they couldn't honor their promise. They just needed to keep their word, Rodry. Just that. I would've stayed."

Rodrygo was taken aback, speechless at Kylian's honesty. "Really ?"

"Fuck yeah I would have." Kylian answer, tone decisive. "Madrid is a dream, but Paris was- is home. Had Enrique come one year earlier, I would've stayed. But I can’t gamble it anymore. I’m 26. For once, I want to think of me. Of the legacy I kept saying I would leave. For once, I’m gonna be selfish."

You'll bring them the UCL one day," Rodrygo said, offering a wink. "As a coach."

Kylian chuckled at the notion. "Maybe. But right now, let's focus on winning ours. Come on, get up!"

Rodrygo groaned but complied. "Hey, Kylian."

"Hm?"

"It's truly an honor to have you as a teammate. And a friend."

Kylian's smile widened. "Same Goes, Rodry!"

"Your humor is terrible."

"You love it."

#THERE YOU GO #This fucking monster #i hope you like it but i know it's WACK #prompts #SEND ME MORE #nahkyl writes (sometimes)

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