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gffa · 6 months

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One thing I did like about the ending of Gotham War is that I feel like there's some potentially interesting analysis of Bruce's character to be had here, because I find this whole thing 1000% more interesting viewed through the lens of Bruce backsliding on his core classic issue: He's terrified out of his mind at how much he loves these people around him and he struggles with having relationships with people who have fundamental differences to him. I keep thinking of that Tini Howard quote about this arc and about how it's not about whether or not Bruce and Selina can get together, but that he doesn't really know how to agree to disagree with someone he loves when it comes to something deeply foundational to him. And I think that's the entire point of including everything with Jason--that it's Bruce at a low point, after too much stress coming too quickly, too many major psychological pummelings over the last several arcs, and hitting a point where he can't deal with shoving aside his fundamental disagreements with Jason anymore. But he can't just write Jason off either, because Jason is his son, so his ten simultaneous mental breakdowns all get together and decide that the only option he can live with, is to try to force Jason out of this life. That's why he tries to talk himself into forcing Dick and Tim and Damian to be caught by the police, so they'd be forced out of this life. That's why he crumbles in an alley and tries to talk himself out of loving these people. Because he doesn't know how to agree to disagree with them and still keep loving them, keep having a relationship with them.

Because everything that happened with Selina, that he really let himself believe that he could be with her, marry her, and still be Batman, that really fucked him up and I think Gotham War is more of the aftermath of that. That's how I'm (admittedly doggedly) interpreting the bit about Selina and him being the "parents" of this group, despite that Selina was never in that role--I think Bruce wanted them to be the "parents" of the group and let himself believe in it and, when it went pear-shaped, something in him backslid terribly and now we're all here. "I'm okay with me not having happiness." is a direct call-back to Bruce in the car with Alfred on the way to the wedding, asking with surprising vulnerability, "Am I allowed to be happy?" He opened his heart and got hurt again and it's been stewing for awhile and so much has happened since then--Zur-En-Arrh, Tim getting his throat cut, Dick coming to cheer him up after Selina and getting shot in the head and Bruce almost losing him, Failsafe, Insomnia, everything that's going on over in Gotham Nocturne, etc.--that it fractured something in him and the cracks have finally grown deep enough that it fell apart in this story. So now all of this is just mounting tragedies to him. Which means he can't stay connected to it because he's too afraid of losing them and he's unwilling to try after what his fracturing led him to do. He can't stop them from living this life, despite everything he tried. He can't stop loving them, despite how hard he tried. So, all he can do is walk away before he gets hurt again, trying to leave everything in Dick's hands. Dick who is "better than Batman", who is better than Bruce. That he wants Dick and Barbara to be the "parents", because that's what he was trying to be and felt he failed at it, like to me this ending isn't really resolution, this is a low point for Bruce as a character in his bigger arc, because I think Batman's character arc always has to come back to his trauma of losing his family when he was young, working to let a new family in, coming to love them, and struggling against how much it terrifies him that he might lose them, too, because he doesn't think he can survive that kind of pain again. He'll still be in Damian's life, still be Batman and Robin there, but I think he's making an exception there because so much of it comes back to being able to live with fundamentally disagreeing with someone--Dick and Jason and Tim are adults, he can't tell them what to do anymore. Damian is young enough that, even if they clash, he's still directly in charge of raising him.

Zur-En-Arrh does hang over this entire storyline, he's part of what's taking up too much space to allow Bruce any mental breathing room, but fundamentally I see this storyline as part of Bruce's issues: That he's terrified of losing those he loves, but he can't control them, he desperately tries to and it doesn't work, and he can't live with them taking different paths from his ideals, so he walks away, rather than get hurt further. Bruce is probably going to dig himself further down into this hole and he's being incredibly dumb about it, but I can see how this fits all things that he has always struggled with--and sometimes he loses that fight against himself. This event wasn't really about fighting with Selina or Vandal Savage or even his kids--this was Bruce's love versus his fears, and today his fears won.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #dick grayson #bruce wayne #gotham war #batman/catwoman: the gotham war: scorched earth #tuesday spoilers

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nevereverthem · 9 days

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Imagine : ✨ ⛓️Bonnie Bennett x Kai Parker ⛓️✨

Part 2 !

Length : 2k

Warning : a little smut

[Part 1 here]

[Previously.... on The Vampire Diaries Imagine....]

_ Bonnie Bennett.... I didn't know you had that of a wicked side.

Her grip on his neck tightens. She moves her head closer to his, lips an inch away from his own. So close she's able to swallow the air coming from the whimper escaping his mouth.

_ You have no idea.

[Now....]

His skin burns, excited by her words, suffering from the chains. He whispers.

_ Show me.

His signature grin's back on, challenging her. Bonnie's learnt best than to give in his mind games, but if she was to play, she would be the one in charge.

A mischievous smile grows on her face along with the idea on her mind. A second later, she's straddling him, hips colliding with his. Her hand never leaving the back of his neck, she looks deep inside his eyes, enjoying the arrogance slipping away.

Feeling her body pressed against his own sends a jolt of arousal through Kai's skin. The chains tighten around him. He chews on his inner cheek, holding back a whimper through closed lips. The witch is close enough to catch the light sound coming from the man in front of her.

_ You were saying ?

He doesn't know if he'd rather rip that stupid smile off of her face with an aneurysm, or kiss it away. The former not even being an option since the restraints are here to prevent the usage of his magic. He bites back.

_ Show me !

His stubbornness makes her smile wider, escaping a subtle laugh.

_ You sure you want to see ? You wouldn't rather have a taste ?

Kai eyes her up and down, unsure, but thrilled by the thought of what she could be insinuating. There's a little constriction coming from the chains that he quickly shrugs away.

With her hand, the witch moves strands of hair from one side of her neck, leaving the other side completely bare, exposed to the heretic in front of her. He's wide-eyed, inhaling sharply. He can't help but stare at the bare skin offered to him, a low cry of pain-arousal slipping from his lips.

Bonnie tilts her head to the side for a better display. She slides her index finger along her neck in a seductive way, over and over again. She speaks slowly, voice mellow, emphasising each syllable.

_ I bet you must be really thirsty. All those hours knocked out. You surely need a drink to gain your energy back.

The man can hear the veins in her throat, the sound spreading through his mind until there's nothing left but that desire.... blood.... her blood.... Veins appear below his eyes. His irises change colour. His fangs come out.

In the corner of her eye, Bonnie catches him trying to contain himself, releasing light whippers. The whole scene makes her giggle in satisfaction. She wants him to beg. She wants him to BEG ! Beg as if his life depends on it. Beg for the mercy she has no intention of giving him.

_ You hear this ? All this blood just pumping away....

That's enough ! This filthy little witch is having way too much fun....

She had in fact no intention of letting him bite her neck. However, Kai's bloodlust gives him an extra hit of vampire-adrenaline, meaning he manages to extend his head and bite her.

It happens in a snap of a finger. His fangs pierce through her skin. She cries out of pain. He sucks a few drops of her blood, before welcoming a wave of spams caused by the chains, making him hurt and moan simultaneously.

Bonnie takes advantage of his open mouth to tug on his neck and free herself from the hold he had on her throat. She shoves him flat to the chair, stabbing daggers through his eyes.

The man wears a satisfied expression on his face, hungrily licking the blood remaining on his teeth. He sighs contently.

_ The blood of a Bennett. How sweet !

The witch wants to tell him off, slap his face, give him an aneurysm, make him regret his gesture.... The more she stares at his expression, the more her annoyance fades.... replaced by another feeling. The way he looks at her.... Pupils dilated, eyes exuding desire. Face reddened by the constant conflict between pain and pleasure. Chest heaving from the sharp intakes of breath. Her blood running down his chin. Messy eater. She's so lost in observation that she unconsciously ignores his snarky remark. He's an aroused bloody mess.

She can't help but feel the boner that had grown in his pants. It brushes right on her intimacy in a delicious way. She would not admit how damp her panties are right now. Is it showing through her pair of jeans ? She's clearly enjoyed manhandling her toy a lot more than she had expected. She's all flustered now, her breathing increasing in anticipation....

It may be the best or the worst idea she's ever had, but at this moment she doesn't care. She's gone far to that point, and she does not intend on going back. So, with her thumb, she wipes the remaining blood off of Kai's chin, then proceeds to apply it on her own lips.

It seems like time has stopped. The heretic's mesmerized by the witch's action. It is as if she's just hypnotized her victim. He doesn't move an inch under her touch. The chains react to his excitement, earning himself a tight discomfort. He stays still, only opening his mouth to let out a wanting moan.

_ Bon ?

And just like that, she's kissing him, soft at first. She rapidly pulls back, hesitant for a moment, searching for an answer in the man's figure. All she's able to see are his lips reaching for hers before they're linked again.

They both smile in the kiss, Kai's smirk being way too self-satisfied. The witch gives him a quick aneurysm, equivalent to a bang on the head, enough to confuse him an instant.

A mocking grin appears on her face, and she kisses him yet again. It's angrier now, more passionate. All the manipulations, the trauma, the unprocessed suffering.... All is shared in that frustrated exchange of saliva.

She starts grinding on him, eyes closed, swallowing his cries of pain and pleasure mixed. She's been holding back for so long, restraining a part of herself. She's here now. She wants, she takes. Kai's harmless at the moment. He's not leaving this place, and nobody has to know what happens there. What happens in the prison world, stays in the prison world. That's what she tries to convince herself of.

A halo forms around them, magic building up through their pleasure, getting the karaoke television all blurry from the static electricity.

Kai's a bit shocked at first but pleased all the same. He kisses her back, focusing on the feeling of her lips against his own, rather than the pain his arousal causes him. His hips move with hers to get the friction he desperately craves. He's fast to meet her pace, his hips raising from the chair to rub his sex on her wet area, eliciting moans of pleasure from the horny little witch.

He's whimpering through the kiss, the chains constricting around his body more and more. His pleasure is sort of intensified by the pain coming from the restraints. And of course, the chains react to his sensations. It's a vicious, or should he say virtuous, cycle. He wants to touch her so bad, but he can't. He doesn't dare ask. He knows she'd refuse to free him anyway.

The taste of blood added to all he feels right now gets his head spinning. This time, he unintentionally bites at her lower lip. The witch gasps at the sensation and abruptly pulls away from the kiss. She brings a finger to her lip, then looks at the liquid she's gathered on her digit.... She's bleeding.

All their movements have stopped. They're both panting. Bonnie's eyes are not leaving the blood on her finger. Kai's close from pleading the witch not to end their little game. He doesn't say anything. He just stares at her bloody lips. Swollen from the kiss, red from the bite.

_ Naughty boy....

At her words, the man raises his head to look at her face. She wears an infuriated expression, eyes dark from rage, but also filled with lust. The mixed feelings he gets from her make his grin reappear. The game is far from over.

Before he can retort anything, the witch presses her hand on the back of his head and shoves his lips to hers. She doesn't waste her time being soft and aggressively bites at his lip, pulling with her teeth. The bite is so violent, her attempt at getting him to bleed in return is a success.

_ Ouch !

The man can't pull away, the witch's already sucking at his lower lip. She swallows his blood to heal her wounds. There's the recent one on her lip, but there's the more important one on her throat. She had forgotten about this bite which had been bleeding all along while she was lost in her sexual hunger. She was ignoring her dizziness, but now that she's healed, she feels way better.

Kai lets out a moan of satisfaction, the pain already replaced by a more pleasant sensation. When she finally frees his mouth, his grin's even more playful. The witch glances at his eyes.... Is it pride she sees in them ?

_ You would make a great vampire. Already got the instinct.

He winks at her, the insinuation making its way through Bonnie's mind.

_ Shut up.

Right after spitting out these words, the witch's hands wrap around his head. She gives him a direct and extremely painful aneurysm. He cries out of agony, the sounds muffled by a kiss. She feels the excruciating pain through his lips, sharing the sensations.

A few never-ending seconds later, she releases him. The aneurysm stops. Kai's completely disoriented. All he's able to understand is that there's a woman on top of him, grinding against his boner, wrists crossed behind his head. Their foreheads are not touching but they're so close he can feel her breath on his face. He observes her a moment, admiring her face torned by pleasure. Mouth agape. Moans slipping out of her lips. A sound he didn't know he had waited all these years to hear.

_ Beautiful.

Bonnie's mind catches his statement. She doesn't repond. She doesn't want to talk, doesn't want to hear. She just wants to feel. She's in a spiral, grinding frenetically against his erection. She rubs her clit against his hard member again and again, getting the friction that she wants, the friction that she needs.

Magic grows around them, threatening to explode. Glass cracking, music distorted....

Kai is utterly fucked ! His head hurts, his whole body's on fire. He's lost in sensations. The kissing, the blood, the friction, the chains, the pain, the magic.... and her....

_ Fuck !

He's wrecked ! Strangled moans escape his mouth, the chains constricting even more around his body. He's in pain, in pleasure. Relentlessly hurting and healing thanks to his vampiric side. In a constant fire. Lighting up and dying down, smoke literally emanating from his body.

The witch can't control the sounds coming out of her mouth. She's in a sort of trance, letting go so hard she's not aware of her own actions anymore. There's no holding back. Evil, not evil. To hell any consideration, no pun intended. She's stopped questioning anything. She just wants to feel. No obligation. Just her, and him....

A moment later, her orgasm crashes over her, the magic surrounding them blowing everything up. The television crashes on the floor. Tables and chairs break. Glasses shatter....

The sudden earsplitting sounds finally reach Bonnie, breaking her out of her trance. When she opens her eyes, there's a panting figure before her face, catching his breath as she does.

_ Better when it stops....

Kai notices her frowning at him. He clarifies.

_ Talking about the music here.

He chuckles, offering her a well pleased smile, biting on his lower lip. The remaining glimmer in his eyes gets the witch all confused.

_ I.... You....

Did he.... ?

Bonnie tentatively extends a hand and slowly lift his shirt, revealing a white-ish fluid dripping over his lower abdomen. Kai actually just came in his pants, untouched. She, made him come.

The witch's eyes go wide, the aftershocks of her orgasm fading, realisation hitting her. What has she just done ?

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Not used to writing smut. Feels a bit weird.

Is there too much description ? Not enough dialogue ? How was it ?

-> Please don't hesitate to point any writing mistake out. English isn't my mother tongue and I might have also made mistakes out of excitement. X)

Part 3 (final part) on the way, angst~humour~fluff.

#the vampire diaries #tvdu #kai parker #bonnie bennett #bonkai #writing #the vampire diaries imagine #chains

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moon-ness · 8 months

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freeflow thoughts.

September 6, 2023

Sick in bed. Watching a wildlife documentary. Eating soup. Going through photos and videos in my phone to clear up space. A lot I have is just pointless but I feel like I don’t want to erase it. It was proof of myself and proof of a life and my face that was here living small moments of existence. Everything in images. Pictures say a thousand words. Looking brings memories and feelings and perspective. The feeling of looking outside of a moment while simultaneously being somewhere inside of it. Somewhere part of you still inside, and now out of it. Memories fade over time, it’s true - but not when you look back at the evidence. Significant and insignificant. It all feels significant. Both dreamy and lived. I thought maybe I would write some of the moments and my feelings down as I go through them, clearing up space.

The first I came across was in a folder I opened entitled Nike running. Random ones from when I first started running regularly. So much is in my face. I can’t tell if there’s a filter - probably not just looking at them. It was June of 2019. The sun is shining and my face is rounder and maybe younger. You can see happiness, struggle and insecurity in my expression, in my eyes. Self doubt and insecurity. You also see some excitement and small determination. I spent a period of time feeling miserable and decided to take action that month, to create hope, to dare to let life burn. Toward something different and good and so damn hard. It was at least one thing I wanted for sure to do again, since forever. I can never forget how miserable it made me feel. Felt pointless and impossible for so many months. I cried thinking of the future and the future if I could never successfully run with such painful, injured feet but after months of working on it, the pain left and my feet got strong. I didn’t know it would go away and that I could overcome that one hurdle. I was heavier too, I think. My legs look chunkier. I got new shoes in May and my first run was that month, June of 2019 and it was a whopping 1.39 miles. I have pictures of me sunburnt and sweating through July and August, working my way up to an impossible 4 miles. Impossible because I couldn’t very well see it happening, not with my feet in their state or anything else, not with the incessant lack of belief in myself. The constant inability in the heart of me to believe in the possibility of growth over time, to see anything other than what I knew. The audacity to replace that with something else. To tell myself something else, even if I didn’t believe it. But I worked so hard to believe in even the smallest of things. I'm sad to delete the happy faces, the hurt and insecure and scared faces and moments. The sun shining and the pavement and the pictures peering down on my running shoes with the tiniest of stats above them. “One day 1.39 won’t feel like it kills me.” “One day my smile will show confidence.” “One day you might see it on my face” “One day I won’t glue moleskin to my feet just to run 2 miles.” “Maybe one day I won’t cry about it. About the fear and stupidity of the want to grow.” The reminders. The fresh, blemished skin and sun damage. I worked up to 8 miles by November. Impossible. Impossible. But something really inspired me that summer and something got under my skin so badly it burned not to do it. An itch needed to be scratched and I wanted to step into the arena of tries and give it a go, see what I could do, and not just in that area of my life but it’s what I see in this folder now and means something to me. Maybe I felt the clock ticking on my life and decided it wasn’t over and I wanted to test my worth to myself and experience new things. For whatever reasons deep inside, I got running.

So many emotions behind that. Personal. Memories. It was so personal to me. Something about it makes me take it to heart. Take running to heart. Something physical and measurable. It doesn’t seem like a lot to many, but to me it felt scary (like failure) and looking back I felt like I was chasing after something like a bat out of hell, like my pants were on fire and I thoughtfully sat down and wrote myself a smart, steady, doable plan to work through it. I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I really wouldn’t. What I would trade, though, is the shame and lack of belief in myself. My thoughts and worries and confidence bleed through my face. At least, I see it. But the only way to get something, to learn something, is probably somewhere in that contrast, the vacant space. Replacing thoughts, beliefs about ourself, things that weren’t there, with what you found. What you found on the other side. Filling that in with newer, fresh knowledge and perspective, what you were chasing after and thirsting for. I still struggle with it. The confidence and belief thing. Constantly. It takes years to build and even then it needs to come with a leather skin because just one tear can ruin it and make you start over. Whew. This is hard. I mean, writing about it myself is hard. I keep getting dashed down so why do I want to keep trying myself and starting over? I guess, to discover it all over again and again. I’m thinking about that now while I’m sick in bed and I can’t seem to stop sneezing and my nose is red. I have been such a failure to these parts of myself. Yeah it hurts to say that. Sticking the knife in your own self but its not wrong, the knife isn’t exactly a lie. I know why memories, why looking back, makes you both happy and sad. Why the attempt to describe what you see in it, the soup of tearing emotions swirling at once inside you, feels futile. It was my life. I lived it, or at least, attempted to. Self doubt, that’s the word. If I could say something to myself it would be “terrible things exist. terrible things exist inside you. but, please, don’t say those negative things to yourself.” don’t repeat them. you look sad and they show through your face. save yourself, please, for me. and keep saving yourself.

#personal

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erisenyo · 1 year

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Hi again! I adore the way you portray Zuko and Sokka. The differences in how they cope with their grief? Immaculate. When Zuko stood up and ran away from having to separate the games?? I was like EXACTLY!!! Listen. If I was desperately in love with my best friend? I'd move too. Like??? You think Zuko has the fucking confidence and willingness to make a REALLY good relationship potentially even a little awkward? Much less make it so the love of his life feels UNCOMFORTABLE around him?????! Absolutely not. Girl, I'd bury my feelings and run for the hills too. The way you show him trying to push through this long goodbye with as little pain as possible but still just trying to get OUT. Like fuck dude!!!! It hurts my little heart but I would do the exact same thing. "maybe it isn’t so much that Zuko needs to leave as that he doesn’t see how he can possibly stay." The fucking PAIN in that sentence!!!!! I am mentally shaking you by the shoulders and begging you to put my poor man out of his misery! Ole yeller his ass. (I'm joking, pls don't. The agony is DELICIOUS) Then we have Sokka who is holding onto every second like it's his last. Pushing away deadlines, ignoring what he needs to plan, even the little details about him eating out to keep food in the fridge??? He is kicking and screaming his way through this goodbye. The domestic vibes of "what do you mean you’re not coming home for dinner?" makes me wanna go FERAL. They are literally married!!!!! I hope you know that those bold ass doomsday markers that tell us how many days are left? Feels like a kick in the stomach every time. Especially after a sweet memory where everything is good and the end is far far away. The emotional whiplash of it all. And can I just say that world seems so real?? Like there's so many characters and stories they reference! Like wtf happened at the game??? I am out of the loop and so is Sokka, help us. Also!!! Frothing at the mouth over the intricate rituals. The dinner making, the wrestling, the knowing each other without having to think about it, the game nights, fuck it the looking at the other disrespectfully. Ma'am I am going to mourn this relationship and I'm not even in it! GOD. I am not ready for when Zuko has to leave. I have no idea if this even makes sense lol it's 3 am. Tell me if these are too long??? I feel like I write too much but there's so much I wanna highlight!!! Like "I saw that!!!! And I loved it!" And idk how to express that I want to simultaneously skip to the happy ending and also drown in the yearning for as long as possible, ya know? Anyways have a good day!!!!! You deserve the absolute BEST!!!! 💖

Anon! You are back with more very kind words!

I am THRILLED that you love how I portray the boys so much and that their grief feels so different and distinct! And Zuko running away and not wanting to make Sokka uncomfortable or knowing how to endure any awkwardness with him let alone being uncomfortable himself--EXACTLY! Right to the heart of it, you and Zuko, pack the bags and start sprinting.

I'm so happy him trying to push through the long goodbye (great description!) is so relatable and that all the emotions of it are hitting so deep and that the agony is so tasty!! And Sokka! Who is absolutely clinging with every bit he has, kicking and screaming is exactly right he would be throwing a full-on tantrum if he could bring himself to upset Zuko like that.

I am doing a little dance that you are feeling all the domestic vibes. They are basically married!! And they're maybe the only two people who don't realize it haha

And it's so odd to say but I am grinning so much that the doomsday markers are punting you in the gut each time, especially after the sweet memories when the end is so so far away! Emotional whiplash let's go!

And that the world seems so world and fleshed out!! I'm so thrilled all the references and characters and stories feel so real, there is a LOT of timeline and a LOT of moving pieces and development between all the friendships, not just theirs, so this has me over the moon! (And the baseball game was a day out with Hakoda and Bato (dating), Aang and Katara (dating), and Sokka and Zuko (...whatever they're doing). Kind of a quiet everyday thing that at the same time is so special and natural and easy (and might feel, for Zuko, like the way it *could* be, when he lets himself think about))

And YES to the intricate rituals! They have TRULY so many. Just layers and layers of rituals built up all around their feelings. Keeping themselves nice and cozy under there.

You aren't ready for when Zuko has to leave and neither are either of them, really (least of all Sokka). So much mourning, so much angst, I love that you're enjoying all the yearning so much! And these are absolutely not too long (I mean, I'm not exactly concise myself lol), I adore seeing all the things you noticed and loved!! It truly makes my day!!

#asks and answers #very very sweet anons #Once again read this at least twice a day since I got it #Don't worry Zuko will be put out of his misery #Just not in the Ol Yeller way

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shortkidenergy · 1 year

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ohh i really shouldn't post my thoughts on Tommy, Tubbo and Dream's dsmp finale because looking at other people's posts about it is kind of making me feel bad, but perhaps my favorite thing about the dream smp this whole time (that I don't think was lost at all in the finale) is that the inconsistency that comes with it being a minecraft roleplay allows for a fair amount of variety in interpretation.

so i want to propose one reading on the ending, particularly in terms of the common ground that Tommy and Dream seem to find.

cw for canon-typical discussions of suicidal thoughts and attempts.

(bear in mind, I was watching both Tommy and Tubbo's streams simultaneously, and I've gotta say Tubbo and Jack screaming over nukes perhaps distracted me a bit from the philosophical debate happening on the other screen. so if i missed something or didn't get it quite right. oops. but ive got to be honest especially in this fandom, i have a lot more fun when i don't worry too much about being accurate to the source material. there are so many conflicting things that happen (due to it being a roleplay that is sometimes scripted, sometimes improvised, and written and performed by over two-dozen gamers on a minecraft server) that i think part of the fun is picking and choosing what to accept as your own personal canon, and what to leave in the hundreds of hours of live streams)

when Tommy and Tubbo escape from the lava pit thingy, Tommy is hopeless. he has lost greatly, and everything he has left to lose is at risk of being taken away from him. so when Tubbo reveals the nuke to him, he sees only one option.

now you could view it as a pure act of heroism. of Tommy sacrificing himself for the good of everyone else. but i think it's worth noting that he seems almost strangely at peace with the idea of dying. while Tubbo is flip-flopping between accepting this as the only way and trying to come up with something, anything else. Tommy is convinced that this is the only way out. he makes his way around the server, saying his last goodbyes. he tells Tubbo his wishes for what to do after his death. he wants Tubbo to be happy. he thinks, genuinely, that Tubbo will be happier once he's gone.

which sounds a lot, to me, like the Tommy that built that tower. like the Tommy that drank invis. and wanted to disappear.

so. and here's the controversial part. what is the thing Tommy and Dream found common ground on in the prison? what is the thing that made Tommy regret the plan he and Tubbo had set?

life. both he and Dream wanted to live.

and here I want to note the part where Dream kills Tommy, and Tommy begs to be brought back. and it's only *after* that that Tommy has a change of heart. that he starts to think that maybe there could have been another way.

and i want to make it clear that that consensus would have been REALLY FUCKING HARD to come to. Dream would have to undergo some Incredibly Deep Psychological Changes in order for the two of them to be able to exist in the same world. and it would take an enormous level of trust and sacrifice for Tommy to be able to walk around knowing that the man who put him through so much pain was still out there.

but. the important part is that in that moment, Tommy (who loves Wilbur even after all of the ways he hurt him, who jokes around with Jack who tried to kill him, who wants Sam to come to their new nation despite getting him trapped and killed through his own rigidity) Tommy (who's greatest strength is coming up with a plan and bringing people together with his words) Tommy (who can be thoughtless and entitled, but at the end of the day will give up anything for the people he loves) Tommy. thinks there might be another way.

a way that means he doesn't have to die.

and so. I wonder. if that moment of regret. if that apology. has less to do with seeing eye-to-eye with Dream. has less to do with forgiveness or understanding. and has more to do with choosing to live. choosing to keep fighting. choosing to try to find another way.

but there isn't enough time. it's too late.

unless it's not.

unless they get another chance to try again. start over.

simpler this time.

#dsmp spoilers #dream smp finale #i think endings are really hard #in general #u are absolutely allowed to have a different opinion than me #like i said i think it being a minecraft roleplay leaves A LOT up to the viewer's interpretation #so if your take is very very different that's completely valid and i'm not going to disagree with you #just wanted to put that out there #im not saying anyone else's interpretation is wrong #this is just mine :)

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skvaderarts · 2 years

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Petrichor Chapter 32: Prognosis

Chapter 32: Prognosis

Note: Here’s another late-night chapter! I hope you’ve all had a wonderful week and that you’ve liked the recent few chapters. Were very nearly done with this ark, but don’t worry. If you’ve still got any questions or requests, I’m here XD

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The leftovers of what little food they had ordered had gone cold long before now, the twins looking at one another from opposite sides of the table as the conversation halted for the first time since it had begun. Vergil seemed to be hung up on something, perhaps a past memory that was too painful to speak of or even think about. There was a certain look in his eyes that told a story, even if it was one that he only vaguely understood. But he recognized it nonetheless. Something had surfaced and was causing him grief, his sudden lack of eye contact making that much clear.

Dante looked at his older twin in silence initially, unsure as to whether or not he should say anything. He clearly needed a little while alone with his thoughts. But after about 5 minutes, he decided that perhaps it was best that he reassessed whether or not his brother was going to finish the story. The only thing keeping them here for the time being was the retelling of events that he had taken the time out of their schedule to elaborate on. If the story was over, then it was time for them to move on, but Dante was positive that it probably wasn’t. "Is story time over already? Dang. And just when it was starting to get interesting…"

Vergil looked up at him, clearly knowing that despite the humorous tone he had spoken in that he did not mean that as a joke. He was clearly trying to break the ice that was forming between them, unsure as to what else he could say to something like that. It seemed that they both knew that this was the part of the story where things changed, for better or for worse. And Dante was willing to bet that he knew which type of turn this might take, considering what had led them to being in this old diner in an unfamiliar city discussing this in the first place.

"Hardly," Vergil answered with a resigned chuckle, a deep sadness in his eyes that Dante rarely saw. It was a melancholy sort of look, the kind that only came from a potent combination of grief, nostalgia, and the loss of something utterly precious. The kind of sad smile that didn't show in his eyes in the slightest. And for him to feel such profound loss, there had to be something to it, didn't there? He truly had cared about her once upon a time, hadn't he?

"So what did you do?" Dante asked earnestly, clearly quite invested in his older twin’s answer. He had no idea how his older twin would react in this kind of situation. And the last time he’d tried to get him to stay, well… that was a different situation altogether. Perhaps by that point in his life he’d been utterly done with trust. It had hurt him too deeply already for him to feel comfortable giving it another go.

"I stayed, of course," Vergil said, giving his younger twin an odd look that made it clear that he didn’t fully understand the context or wording of the question. He seemed simultaneously confused as to why his brother would ask him a question with such an obvious answer and why he was even bothering to answer it. "V would not exist otherwise."

Dante shook his head and leaned forward slightly, realizing that perhaps he should have worded that differently. Perhaps he should clarify. Vergil probably thought that he was missing a few brain cells right about now. "Well yea, of course I know that. I mean what happened after that?"

Vergil paused for a moment before nodding a singular time; whether to acknowledge Dante’s response or to confirm something to himself was unclear. But either way, that seemed to have cleared things up for him. After all, to say that they’d struggled with communication in the past would be a comical understatement. They still did. That was something that would probably never change or fully go away. One of the major differences now was that they were actually trying. That much couldn’t be said a lot of the time in the past.

"Several small occurrences that are not worth mentioning in detail. A few instances of us making our shared home our own and settling in together. Doing mundane things that I found impossibly pointless and droll at the time but now long for in retrospect. But… " Something seemed to pop into his mind very suddenly, a certain light returning to his eyes that had fled him during the breadth of their conversation. Something akin to a soft smile spread across his face as he seemed to recall a bittersweet memory. Dante could practically see the waves of emotions that overcame him as he spoke, lingering in the past. ''There is one occasion that comes to mind."

Leaning forward and placing both of his hands on the table, Dante nodded, his interest piqued and his attention fixed upon this topic. Vergil was obviously recalling something very personal, something that they'd probably never shared with another soul in his entire life. And Dante wanted to be the one that he felt he could talk to. Ever since they’d started talking things out, it was something that Dante desperately wanted to maintain. A little scrap here and there was fun, but when it came to the important things, Dante just wanted his brother to know that he wasn’t alone in the darkness stabbing uselessly at shadows anymore.

"All right then. Now you've got my attention. Let's hear it."

The Darkslayer turned slowly to look out of the window. The glass had fogged up and a light rain was hitting the pavement just beyond that barrier that kept them dry inside of this musty old diner. But it was letting up significantly. They would soon leave. It was time that they got down to brass tacks.

"I suppose you could call it the beginning of the end considering how things turned out. Though in hindsight, that was far from clear. Neither of us could have guessed it would go the way it did. It was the least of our concerns." Vergil said softly as he glanced back over at Dante, his mind obviously a thousand heartbroken miles away.

"Trouble in Paradise, hu?" Dante mused sympathetically, a somewhat bittersweet smirk upon his face. He figured that probably wasn’t the case, but it hopefully didn’t hurt to ask. His brother didn’t seem bothered by the inquiry either way.

"Far from it. You'll see what I mean once I elaborate further." Was all that Vergil said, sighing softly as he allowed himself to slide down into something of a slump as the side of his face pressed against the cold, damp glass. His posture was looser than normal, but he was still clearly very alert and cognizant. Even in this state, nothing was going to escape his notice.

Dante leaned back in his seat again, nodding in confirmation. Perhaps it was best to simply let his brother tell the story and not ask any further questions for the time being. Making guesses wasn't getting him anywhere, it seemed. And besides, if his brother's retelling of events up until now was anything to go by, this was going to be an interesting, if not possibly quite upsetting, story. He was in no hurry to have it end.

"Whenever you're ready, Vergil. I’m not going anywhere."

Vergil looked up at him, his eyes filled with a level of pain and sadness that actually stole his brother’s breath away upon beholding it. His own breathing was shallow and infrequent, his focus clearly on what he was about to say. And Dante knew in that instant that whatever that something was would tell him more than he’d probably ever expected. They were getting to the root of something very important. What that something was, he couldn’t say just yet. But this was important. I defining moment in his brother’s life. This was the moment when something in him had changed forever.

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The forecast predicted light breezes and warm weather, mid-October bringing with it a manager of colors and smells. Everywhere around town there were signs advertising upcoming apple-picking opportunities at orchards and pumpkin patches that were ready to yield large batches of orange gourds that would be wasted on jack lanterns instead of delicious pie. The smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon was everywhere, and opportunities for fall clothing had made themselves apparent. And here they were, enjoying perhaps the last warm days of the season in the comfort of one another's presence, the better part of a year having elapsed since they'd met one another.

Vivienne had insisted upon coming out here today by the lake just outside of town so that she could make him drink apple cider and they could enjoy the weather together while it still held out. They’d even seen a few deer as they'd made their way down to the waterside, few people bothering to venture towards the shoreline of a lake when it was growing chillier outside. But to be fair, both of them had dressed for the occasion. Vivienne had worn her favorite faux fur boots with a loose sweater dress and knit leggings, never passing up on the opportunity to cover her entire body in knitted fabrics. She simply loved the feel of soft, warm fabric, and it was her time to shine.

Vergil has simply settled on a turtle neck and black pants, the fact that the garment was navy blue surprising quite literally no one. Vivienne had actually started to buy him garments in that color, finding that she quite liked the hue on him. She herself wore predominantly gray and black with a smattering of green and burnt orange. Some people thought that those colors were only in style once a year and should only be worn during the fall, but then again, she didn’t like those people so…

But as they’d made themselves comfortable by the waterside and Vergil sipped on the apple cider that she’d insisted upon making out of some of the apples she’d taken him to pick last week at a local orchard (and that he begrudgingly had to admit that he actually really liked, even if he wasn’t sure why) she turned to him and blew him a little kiss, the man in blue giving her an amused but curious glance. Despite having been together now for about 6 months, they rarely showed anything in the way of physical affection to one another. Vergil didn’t exactly cuddle, and Vivienne wasn’t clingy. They were more or less content to just enjoy one another’s company and have polite, if not thoroughly nerdy conversations about various niche topics with the occasional hug thrown in for flavor. But Vivienne had slowly developed a habit of blowing him kisses when she wanted his undivided attention. And with almost guaranteed predictability she usually got exactly what she wanted. Vergil was always willing to humor her.

She was certainly the more extroverted of the two of them, even if what that truly meant wasn’t fully clear. They were both happy to stay within the walls of their home, among warmth and quietude. Introversion suited them mutually. Vivienne enjoyed greeting people and making sure that they were comfortable, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be surrounded by people at all times.

“I think I speak for us both when I say that honesty is important between us.” She said as she looked at Vergil, a barely concealed look of excitement upon her face. This was enough in itself to pique Vergil’s attention. She was rarely visibly excited, her childlike excitement evident. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was building up to something if she tried, and she clearly was.

“You would be correct, yes.” He said, his tone perhaps giving away his own amusement. He knew that she was up to something, and he got the impression that she was starting to figure out that he probably knew that she was up to something. And as a result, they both sat there and just looked at one another, the eldest Son of Sparda quietly eager to find out what she was about to tell him and her obviously excited that get to that part of the conversation. “What are you up to? What well-crafted scheme of yours have I stumbled into?”

Vivienne giggled, shaking her head. She seemed somewhat nervous, perhaps even anxious, and her laughter only highlighted this. But she was clearly more excited than anything else. Perhaps she was hopeful that he was going to like whatever it was that she was about to say. “I have news, Vergil.“

“And this news would be… ?” He was certain that she was going to tell him that she was planning to open another branch of her bakery or something of the sort. Her business had actually been doing quite well, and her involvement was mostly hands-off, though she still helped out when she could. She’d told him that baking was only one of her passions, and being able to spend time pursuing her other interests instead of getting up early and working late constantly had been an exhilarating change of pace. She’d taken a long while to adjust, but she couldn’t be more pleased by the results so far.

She looked around as though she were checking to see if they were alone before continuing to speak, her expression not unlike a teenager telling her best friend a deep, dark secret that she couldn’t trust with anyone else. He secured the lid to his now empty thermos before setting it aside and leaning closer to her, the young woman with the vibrant red hair adjusting her loose camel-colored peacoat as she waved for him to come close. She then gently grasped both of his hands and turned bright red as she looked him in the eyes, the Darkslayer noticing for the first time that something was different about her. Something that he couldn’t quite place. Her aura was just… off. Just as pleasant as it had ever been but noticeably different.

Perhaps he should ask if something was wrong when they returned home. She’d been rather fragile lately, her energy reserves seemingly depleted. He’d initiated upon carrying the blanket they were sitting on down here for her for that very reason, reasoning that if she was in charge of the picnic basket that he had to do something to make himself feel less useless. She’d been sleeping a bit later than she normally did, and she’d told him that she’d made a doctor's appointment to find out if perhaps she needed more vitamins or something of the sort. But to his knowledge, that appointment was later the same week. She hadn’t told him she’d gone yet, at the very least.

“I wanted to thank you for telling me before we decided to enter a relationship with one another that you weren’t entirely human. You didn’t have to, but I can’t say that I would’ve thought any less of you if you hadn’t. Some things are very personal and hard or dangerous to discuss, so I can never thank you enough for trusting me with something so personal and giving me the benefit of the doubt. For being so vulnerable with me.”

Vergil gave her a slightly softer look, a slight blush covering his cheeks. He’d been hesitant to talk about it initially, not out of shame, but out of an overabundance of caution. But over time he’d managed to find ways to approach the topic with her, and as such, she probably knew more about him than anyone else. It was something he struggled with at times, but he didn’t regret it. “I… Thank you for understanding that.”

She looked more anxious then, her eyes averting. But after a few heavy, deep breaths she managed to compose herself, closing her eyes and exhaling slowly as she shook slightly. She then locked eyes with him again, her grip on his hands a little tighter as though she were afraid that he’d abandon her. “I… have something very important to tell you.”

“Have I done something wrong again?” He asked, expecting her to tell him that he’d forgotten to do something important or overlooked a deadline of some sort that he was supposed to remember. He was normally quite proficient at such tasks, but they did still manage to slip his mind, especially when he was around her. He lost hours at a time just watching her sit by the window, reading a book or sketching whatever took her fancy. He could absolutely believe that he’d completely forgotten to do something important.

“That depends on how you take what I’m about to tell you. I certainly don’t think you have.” She giggled again, this time in a way that made it clear that she was making a joke that had clearly gone over his head. She giggled harder when she saw how confused he truly was. “And the process of how we arrived here was certainly enjoyable, at least it was for me.”

“What’s going on?” Vergil said calmly, obviously still perplexed but not in the mood to guess. In his experience, it was better to just ask than to make assumptions.

“Vergil… I went to the doctor yesterday… ” She started, clearly nervous to say what she was about to say. And the look in his eyes and the immediate shift in his demeanor told her that this particular prediction was not incorrect. She’d assumed he might be concerned, and it seemed that she wasn’t mistaken after all. And she wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

“Are you ill?” Was that what was so different about her today? How had he possibly missed that she might be under the weather? And did that explain the sudden dizziness and lethargy she’d been suffering from? His brow furrowed, his own grip on her small hands tightening slightly. Now he was worried. This could be dreadful news and he didn’t know how to even begin to process that. “What can we do?”

She released one of his hands and raised hers to his face, gently brushing it across his cheek before allowing it to fall to his shoulder. She then cleared her throat of the horseness that had suddenly settled in it and gave him a serious but excited look.

“I’m not sick, actually. I’m pregnant.”

Every brain cell and gear in his head died and locked up all at once. He didn’t even notice the light sprinkle that was starting to pick up, dampening the blanket that they sat on. She’d genuinely just said the last thing that he ever imagined he’d hear someone say to him. Well, at least in a way that directly affected him. He… he could hardly believe it.

“You’re… What?” He was looking at her as though she were speaking a foreign language that he'd never heard before.

“Pregnant, Vergil. Preg-” Before she could finish speaking, Vergil gently pushed her onto her back on the top of the blanket, embracing her and, for the first time that she could ever recall, instigating a kiss. She was genuinely so shocked that she didn’t know what to do initially until he pulled away, perhaps thinking that he might have harmed her or overstepped. He’d never done that before, after all.

“I apologize if I’ve-” It was her turn to interrupt him, the woman with the fiery red hair pulling him into a tight embrace where words were not needed. They stayed that way for several minutes, heedless of the way that the wind and rain were picking up until they came up for air, both of them drenched and cold. It had been fun while it lasted.

“Is this something that you… “ Vergil started, perhaps unsure as to how to even bring up this topic. But he could see by the excitement on her face that he probably hadn’t needed to inquire. She nodded, smiling and nodding furiously as he pulled her into his arms, tucking his head onto the back of her shoulder. He then held her close, utterly in disbelief as to what he’d just been told. He would have never considered that he of all people would be…

“Then I am happy. If not in shock. I… ” He shook his head, chuckling breathlessly. He honestly didn’t know if he was dreaming or not. It just didn’t seem real. Was this really happening? He could hardly believe it. “I’m not sure how to process this. This will be… Interesting, to say the least. But I welcome the challenge.”

She giggled deep in her chest, nodding as she pulled back and kissed him again, both of them soaked through to the bone now. It was probably time to get going. “I do, too! We’ve… we’ve got so much to talk about. Neither of us expected this to happen, but I think It’s going to be wonderful! But let's do it at home, hm? I’m a little cold. And wet.”

Vergil looked up at the rain, finally taking in just how rapid of a turn this was taking. Yes, it was probably best that they go. He nodded and then the two of them began gathering up everything, Vergil insisting upon carrying some of the heavier items before being dissuaded by Vivienne. She wasn’t helpless. Far from it.

“Don’t start. I’ll let you know when I need your help. You’ll get you’re moment. I promise.” She said softly, as she held the picnic basket. She didn’t really even mind that they were both soaked through and freezing. She didn’t mind the mud on her favorite boots or the grass covering the blanket that would be a pain to get up. She was just happy that he wanted to do this with her. And she was so excited. They both were.

He looked at her, opening a portal with Yamato to expedite their departure. There was no way that they were taking the long way back. Not soaking wet with a heavy, wet blanket. And most certainly not with a storm approaching. “And I shall be there when you do. That is a promise.”

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I don’t know about you all, but I love rainy weather so today had been great! I also had a major personal breakthrough about something extremely important, so there's that. But I have a big bowl of soup, some hot tea, and a warm blanket, so I couldn’t be happier either way. Enjoy your day and this chapter. Wishing you all a great weekend!

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denimbex1986 · 2 months

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'Life can be difficult when you have to get through the days alone, with all the baggage from your past still strapped to your hip. What if there was someone who could help carry this baggage? What if that support is what you need to finally tear open that rusted zipper and feel the woolen children's sweaters loaded with painful memories back on your skin? Or even to feel the soft skin of my dear mother, who lost her life decades ago, again?

The British Andrew Haigh, who co-wrote All of Us Strangers with Taichi Yamada, author of the source material 'Strangers', has been driving the popularization of romantic films with gay men in the foreground for years. Weekend, Haigh's romantic drama about two men who share their lives with each other over two normal weekend days, still resonates in the community. Its sensitive, yet grounded atmosphere stood out in an era where these types of films were either extremely camp or extremely depressing. His contributions to the HBO series Looking also saw a focus on meaningful (but no less explicit) intimacy. With All of Us Strangers, Haigh refines many of his trademarks with the help of a great cast (particularly Andrew Scott, who, in addition to being a theater actor, is best known as the hot priest from Fleabag) and a spark of imagination.

Part strangers, part lovers

Compared to his previous work, the premise of All of Us Strangers sounds like something completely different: a man (Adam, played by Scott) who, after meeting another lonely soul (played by Paul Mescal, known from Aftersun and Normal People, among others) ) suddenly comes back into contact with his parents who died in an accident decades ago (played by The Crown's Claire Foy and Billy Elliott's Jamie Bell). Yet the film retains the intimate, romantic yet realistic tone of his previous work. The ghost story offers more opportunities for emotional moments, personal conversations and internal meditation, but as in the magical realism genre, the fantasy aspect is not given much attention. There are no rotten teeth or transparent teeth to be seen here. However, the viewer is taken away by the soft sprinkling of long shots towards nothing specific. The city. The people who live there. Like an airport game, All of Us Strangers invites you to understand their lives, desires and feelings. Our guesses cannot possibly be completely correct, yet by guessing and observing we ourselves are closer to those people, and all people, than we would otherwise ever be.

The inscrutable supporting characters Harry (Mescal), Mum (Foy) and Dad (Bell) each offer believable and sympathetic glimpses into individuals with much inner beauty, but just as many difficulties. Scott, meanwhile, embodies the thoughtful Adam in a way that almost hurts to dwell on for too long. Adam's musings on life, his trauma and love could have quickly turned out to be corny or depressing in other hands, but Scott seems to understand all too well what Adam really means with such statements. From a personal point of view, it is strange to simultaneously have the feeling that this story and its script may contain a few clichés, but are nevertheless told with so much deep emotional understanding that the film still appeals to and stirs up feelings in a way that it has never before has preceded. In this way, All of Us Strangers simultaneously addresses experiences specific to the gay community, yet still manages to emphasize the universality of those fundamental feelings.

Above all, All of Us Strangers is a meditative introspection that acknowledges that nothing is entirely beautiful or entirely ugly. People are as far from perfect as they can be, but that doesn't make the love they afford us, and their individualities, any less valuable. The nuances between pain and joy, between ease and discomfort, and between hope and despair are thus continually captured. The direction and script are not so tightly controlled that the film walks a tightrope in the middle between the two concepts. The film is actually an elaborate dance in which the cord that separates two extremes is pulled in all directions by the human, chaotic movements of its dancers. Not through masterful manipulation techniques, but precisely because of the vulnerability of the film's characters as well as its entire structure, the audience is invited to open up to the film as Haigh and Scott have clearly done. No one can promise that All of Us Strangers will not hurt your tender heart. It is almost certain that that pain and every other feeling that Strangers gives you can enrich your world.

Conclusion

With deep personal input, writer-director Andrew Haigh and lead actor Andrew Scott elevate a surprisingly traditional LGBTQ drama to a new standard for the genre in the mainstream. One that can evoke intense feelings regardless of the viewer's orientation. If you feel like crying for a few hours, whether out of happiness, sadness, or out of sheer admiration for an intimate romantic fantasy drama with heartbreaking performances , then All of Us Strangers is the film to see.

Pro

+ Emotionally sincere and intimate + Management confident enough to embrace chaos + Breathtakingly sharp performances, especially from Andrew Scott

Con

- Ultimately follows closely conventions in the LGBTQ drama subgenre

8.5'

#Andrew Scott #Fleabag #Normal People #Aftersun #Paul Mescal #Andrew Haigh #Weekend #Looking #Jamie Bell #Claire Foy #The Crown #Billy Elliot #All of Us Strangers #Taichi Yamada #Strangers

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' everything is terrible. optimism is a lie. ' says the most optimistic person ever, in a deadpan that doesn't sound very deadpan-y because she never taught herself that particular inflection. is it because she got her ass kicked again? perhaps.

YOU LIKE TO THINK THAT YOU'RE PREPARED FOR PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING THAT COMES YOUR WAY. given your current histories with alternate lifetimes, barely anything phases you anymore. someone could quite literally spontaneously combust in front of you & you'd calmly go back to eating your overpriced beignet like nothing happened. ...uh, not that you're speaking from experience or anything, because you're totally not. that's certainly not something that happened in your life as kidpool two days ago-from-this-current-day's-reality. no way.

...anyway, you exist simultaneously on over a thousand dimensions now. yeah, you went a little crazy after realizing that you enjoyed being in alternate realities, specifically seeking out robby wherever you can; go fucking figure, right? on the sheer amount of lifetimes, you mean. ...okay, don't judge. you like developing friendships with him. that means you're getting confused more often, though, mixing up realities with each other. it was bound to happen, but it's been frustrating nonetheless.

you'd once again found yourself at miyagi-do to blow off some steam. you ended up here after having a pretty heated argument with mr. larusso at his house over robby being shipped off to juvie... again. this is the second time you've blown up on him. you know that it won't be the last.

a slight pained groan from behind you catches your attention. your head snaps up from the punching bag in front of you, hands immediately reaching out to still the bag from swaying too much, whirling around towards the source. your senses sharpen for a split second, hoping that it's not who you think it is groaning in pain.

shit. yeah, it is.

dark brown eyes widen in surprise as you take in @dvarapala's appearance when she walks in front of you. you immediately notice the fresh, purpling bruise on udyati's face, eyebrows raising into your hairline. yikes. if this was a cartoon, your eyes would have widened to the point where they'd have popped out of your skull & blink up at whoever is in front of you.

❝ what the fuck happened to you, udyati ? ❞ you don't know if there's any other injuries on her body anywhere, but you're half-tempted to press further on that. there's a difference between a bruise on your face & bruised ribs. eyes flicker down towards her knuckles, just out of habit to check for split knuckles, blood, anything like that. you don't wait for an answer before you're telling her to hang on. you spin around on your heel to rush inside the dojo, grabbing the first aid kit from its typical home in the dojo - which was a very good call by mr. larusso to run out & get. the kit had just suddenly appeared the day after demetri had needed a band-aid after accidentally scraping his knee on one of the rocks surrounding the koi pond for the first time.

you return with the case in your arms, sitting down on the sparring deck & placing the case down next to your hip. you quickly tell udyati to sit down next to you, then pop open the case with one hand, the other reaching for your phone in your pocket.

❝ everything is terrible. optimism is a lie. ❞ she responds.

you barely bat an eye at her words, even as a deep frown forms on your face. you send a quick text to icarus about the sos, just to tell her to let emma know of the fact that udyati got hurt. you then send another text to him, who almost immediately responds that he'll ask ciro or damiana for further details... like who's ass you'll have to kick for bruising your friend.

❝ was it cobra kai ? ❞ you question as you begin to pull out a small bottle of painkillers, shaking the bottle slightly to make sure that it's not empty. it isn't - a handful of pills rattle slightly. you grab your full water bottle & hold it out to her to take a swig. ❝ don't bother lying, by the way. i'll be able to tell very easily. ❞ you add as an afterthought, tone dry, eyeing your friend carefully.

#dvarapala #in character. / season 3.#ethan vc: excuse me while i just -angry eldritch noises-

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ria-writes-stories · 5 months

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Title: Fallen star

Ship: Envy

Genre: Glass

Description: F a t e

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(No one's pov)

Make a wish! They say, when a falling star crosses the sky. People are so excited to see meteor showers, for there are so many wishes they could pray upon on, in that moment, being able to enjoy a splendid show, but no one talks about how a fallen star represents a fallen soul, one that is no longer between us, one that is now gone forever. One that is being carried by that very star, chasing towards the earth so that the soul gets another chance to life as the fallen star brings them to the wonder of this life all over again.

What about the stars that come crashing straight into the earth tho? What about them? These star's don't need to hit the earth for the soul to end up on this realm, so when the star crashes with the soul there are two things that will happen simultaneously. The soul and the star will fuse and this soul will gain such a purity that everyone would be in utter awe if they take the moment to notice it's shiny aura, and those who don't are like the many blind fools who ignore falling stars. Second? The soul is split into bits as the star warps around it and the strongest wish that has been prayed upon it will shape the newly re-born soul. Meaning that this soul will never be able to become what it wants. Fate will not allow it, for the wish another soul already living poured their essence into that star, and they have priority compared to the one that is about to be just born. So unfair to be unable to become who you want, to become the person you are meant to be, because you need to fulfil the fantasy of another.

Every time V took off from the ground into the sky she felt so free, as if a boulder was taken off from her and that she was without worry and problems, but the moment she had to land via crashing into the ground, breaking it to bits, something from her began to scream in utter desperation begging that it won't be forced to go through it even if such a thing is futile and just pure fear in it's rawest form.

She never knew why she felt like this. Perhaps it was her soul who has already been through this hell, who knew of it's eternal curse, but V didn't know it herself just yet...

Memories, such a funny thing. They taunted her, tormented her, tortured her. They didn't let her rest, they forced her to suppress who she was in order to have a chance at survival, but that was never her choice to be made.

She would look at him, and she would wish that he looked at her, but he never did. His eyes grazed her surface but they never dug deep enough to see the bleeding shattered beauty that she was. Her soul was torn to bits as the wish kept it all together with it's glowing light, a mosaic of light and pain, what an extraordinary thing.

She saw him, she saw him whole and that it was why she bled out in her own agonizing misery. He could never see her, he could never love her, not the way that love truly meant.

She would see the gaze in his eyes when he got her attention, and his eyes stand to look at her for long, because looking at something so bright hurts, and from pain he'd turn hostile, as that time when she wanted to protect him from what she thought was the past coming to hunt down their possibly future and present. Futile. All of it.

She saw his eyes when he looked at that purple thing, and it hurt, not because he couldn't see her, but because he couldn't see this one either. She couldn't see this smaller drone either, but she at least knew that much. She knew how to analyze it, how to realize it's greater beyond strength, but also fragility, that she prayed upon to destroy as she knew she was doomed to be a gateway to hell, but she has underestimated this soul who built walls around itself. She wasn't strong enough to tear it down, therefore she now had to protect it as well, until it was powerful enough to break it's own curse, unlike her...

That's when all came together for once, when she finally understood why she was unable to have what she deserved.

She wasn't allowed her own joy, not in this life, not like this. She would never get his attention again. She would never manage to make him look at her, and make him see just how wonderful she was, because he was scared of what he could never have, and as such he wouldn't push himself over the limit like her to achieve what he craves so badly, instead he would turn to something that seemed easier and simpler without knowing he is walking towards something so very similar to what he first has been pulled towards.

It hurt. It hurt so badly. Was she missing something? Why was it that she couldn't have what she wanted? What she so desperately needed? Because it wasn't her purpose. Because the fallen star that made her so wonderful as she is had a wish that it needed to fulfil, the wish of a lost lonely child praying that one day it will have a guardian to love and protect them regardless of what the world throws at them, no matter of their mistakes, that guardian will forever sacrifice themselves for the child. Now here was that wish, craved into her soul, fused with it so bad that you couldn't tell which is which.

Oh if she only knew this sooner, maybe she could have lived a better life, but that's a life. She would have still yearned for the sun, like any other star does, and a fallen one craves the sun even more because the sun is up there, and it prays that it's gentle sunrays will lift it to the greater skies as well, but that was never the case for her. She loved him, and he loved the idea of her, but he could never love her, he could never offer her what she needed. He couldn't offer protection to someone already so much more powerful and better than him, it would be like a worm trying to protect a bear.

She bled her heart and soul out for him and now helplessly bleeding out for what he 'loved' now, only she saw the truth, even so, she couldn't deprive the other of what she craved so badly, for the true form of love is to truly wish one joy regardless.

"Uzi, I trust you." V said with a sadden smile.

This was her life, her purpose. She now had to use that wish inside of her, that regardless of her fate the two before her would be protected by another, just as she had protected them until now, just as much as she has loved him, for otherwise that next guardian will fall even sooner than she did. Hopefully, maybe, when all of this is over, she will get to find her joy and comfort, even if he that she craved so badly won't be the one to offer it.

The end

#murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones envy

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makabray · 10 months

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i've been trying to figure out how to articulate this for a while, but something i've noticed on here is that sometimes people describe something as "uniquely" a transmasc or transfem problem when that isn't really the case.

what i mean by that is i think many on here don't realize just how much us trans and genderqueer people have in common. when i see a post by a trans man talking about how his relationship with manhood and masculinity leads to him being denied resources and pushed out of communities, i am reminded of a post by a trans woman talking about how she experiences something very much like that. similarly, i see trans women talking about the struggles they face when even other members of their community speak over them and ignore their pain, and again i think of trans men who have spoke of the very same thing.

regardless of whether you're transmasc, transfem, or something else, what we all have in common is that the cissexist patriarchy punishes us for violating the gender binary. we are stripped of autonomy and silenced, but demonized and treated as active threats when we don't back down. we are viewed simultaneously as both objects of fetishtic desire and something disgusting and shameful. we are hurt so much when we're just trying to live our lives, and i fear that it may be so deep rooted that a lot of us have taken to lashing out at themselves and the fellow trans siblings.

but it doesn't have to be this way. we don't have to act like we're all mutually exclusive groups of people that can't relate to each other because we aren't. the fact is, whether you acknowledge it or not, we are so much more alike than we are different.

and this isn't to say that we don't have our own struggles, or that people aren't differently affected by some issues. some people may be affected more heavily by a problem while some people may not be affected by it all, and that's okay! however, while our identity may color our individual experiences, there are so many commonalities that unite us.

the more time we fight with ourselves, the more divisive our community becomes, and the easier it is for fascists to wipe us out entirely. i understand the hurt and anger that many of you must feel, but your trans siblings are not your enemy. bigots want to divide us, to make us turn on each other, to tell us that we have nothing in common and nothing to gain, because they know that we have strength in numbers.

i cannot speak on behalf of every trans person, nor will i attempt to, but what i can tell you is that whatever you may be going through, you don't have to face it alone. we're in this together.

#idk i've been seeing a lot of intracommunity vitriol lately and it's making me sad #i think we should all just chill and hold hands and frolic outdoors together. that would be so beautiful #maka mumbles #transgender

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i-dreamed-i-had-a-son · 2 years

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Marc sobbing, "I was just a boy," and Steven telling him afterward, "You were just a child." Marc desperately trying to believe it wasn't his fault, silently asking, hidden behind his words, "Is she right?", pleading, "Someone please tell me it's not my fault," and Steven answering that and telling him, "Those horrible things she said to you--they're not true. It wasn't your fault."

Marc and Steven both grieving that Marc lost his childhood, too, swallowed up by hatred and abuse. The other unspoken question, "I was just a boy. How could you do this to me?"

#marvel #moon knight spoilers #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #meta #my meta posts #quality meta seal of approval #not to hype my own post up i just put that on all meta posts so that i can find them #kay can i just catch my breath for a second #tw abuse mention #like marc is trying to assert that it couldn't have been his fault--he was so young--it couldn't have been--#but his mother's words have hurt him so deeply that he can't actually verbalize that. he can't say 'i was just a boy. it's not my fault'#because deep down he doesn't fully believe that. he's heard he's to blame so many times that now it's just a desperate unspoken plea #and he needs someone else to tell him it's not his fault because it's all he's ever heard. he just needs someone to stand up for him #and the simultaneous meaning of it as a deep pain over being hurt so much so young #he was just a boy when the abuse began #but he'll never be able to fully heal from that. he's been changed and scarred too much #it's the pain of a child asking 'why don't you love me?' and the mourning of who he used to be #...so yeah when i say this episode devastated me...i meant it #there's so much meaning in just those five words.#kay has a party in the tags

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bibblelevi · 2 years

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Okay but lately I’ve been in love with the concept of like, long distance pining with Levi?

You meet in France when you’re abroad for a summer, and he’s grumpy and tattooed and never smiles. You run into him frequently enough at the café in the small town you’re temporarily staying, where he’s lived his whole life. By no means is he here to be part of the welcoming committee—that’s just not his style—but his home is special to him, and he wants you to leave with a lasting impression, so he takes you on a “grand” tour.

Farmers markets, the countryside, wine tasting, hikes, hidden gems—he drives you around everywhere in his beat up car and soon figures out you’re one of the only people he can withstand being around for long periods of time.

He hates the heat, but he loves the long flowy sundresses you wear; he loves how pretty your fingers look holding a wine glass; he hates being sporadic but he loves how you visibly become more excited when there’s an adventure involved.

He falls first—and hard. It’s difficult for him to stomach. It’s difficult to exist when you’re constantly simultaneously alive in his head and right in front of him. He could never fathom the idea of you reciprocating his feelings, so he doesn’t say anything. He just treasures your fleeting time together, everything about you burned into his brain, committed to memory. And he knows deep down he could never forget a single thing.

The day you finally leave is bittersweet. Everything is so heavy. You’re sad; he’s quiet. He drives you to the airport and you bring him in for a hug. It’s the first time he’s felt you this close, and the last time for a while—maybe forever. He tells you, “See you later,” the mask of indifference wobbling before you’re heading to your gate.

There’s no looking back. No more hugs. There’s no kiss. Just a knot in his throat and an empty feeling in your absence. You’ve become more a part of him in this past month than anyone else has in his whole life.

And then comes the next torturous months. Endless text messages and random calls, sometimes FaceTime or Skype or audio recordings you send when you’re ranting too much to type. You’re an ocean away, and the time difference is jarring, but Levi’s an insomniac, so when you’re drunk texting him at two in the morning, he’s obliged to put you to bed with a phone call.

When you post on your Instagram, he’s lurking in the comments, trying to see who’s roaming there. If he’s brave enough, he types out a ‘pretty’ or ‘i remember this shirt’ and holds his phone to his chest as he waits for his heart to stop pounding.

It’s late one particular night when you call, and he’s just getting out of bed.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

You sigh, “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Just wanted to hear your voice,” you admit. You can’t take it anymore—the distance. Thinking about him physically hurts you. The tears start spilling out. “That was the best summer of my life.”

He can’t tell you’re crying, but you hear a soft breath on the end of the line that sounds exactly like that shy laugh you miss. It lessens your pain by a fraction. “You must’ve had some shitty summers then.”

When you sniffle, he knows you’re upset.

“Did something happened?” He wishes he could reach through the phone and just grab you and wipe the tears away.

“No. No, I just… I just want to be near you again.”

“I want to be near you, too.”

You nod, though he can’t see. “Will you send me some pictures?”

“Sure. Whatever you want.”

In a small voice, you add, “Will you send some sweatshirts to me, too?”

His mouth twitches. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He can’t take much more after that tiny admission. It’s enough for him to finally break and buy that plane ticket. He flies across the sea, shows up at your front door with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

The very moment you lay eyes on him, you just take him in. His hair has grown out wavier, he has some new ear piercings, he’s gained some color on his cheeks. You don’t throw yourself at him or smother him either, you just sort of fall into him. Carefully wind your arms around his neck and press your nose where his scent is the strongest. All of those days come back to you when the smell of soap and musk hits you.

When his arms close around you, you finally let yourself cling to him.

You have no words. You’re so happy you can’t stand yourself, and so relieved you start to cry. He doesn’t really know what to say either so he just slides his palm down the back of your head and guides your mouth onto his. He kisses you, slow and sweet, fighting back tears of his own because being close to you again feels so right, in every sense.

“I should’ve done that months ago,” he rasps as he pulls away.

You shake your head. “It’s okay now. Just come here,” you demand, opening your mouth wider for him.

#im swooning over this levi #just thinking of ley’s wavy haired levi w piercings #that’s who I’m imagining #levi thoughts #sar writes #levi ackerman x reader

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kaijime · 3 years

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she’s all yours

includes. virgin!sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo

cw. fem reader, fivesome, virginity loss [not yours], fingering, oral [receiving and giving], nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, degradation, voyeourism, squirting, masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, cumflation

wc. 1.9k

a/n. thought of this idea last minute so this is probably gonna be a late birthday for mr. omi

“c’mon omi, have a taste” this position is embarrassing, to say the least. arms pinned above you with the help of bokuto and hinata, who hold your legs up in the air and position your pussy close to kiyoomi’s face. “our pretty lil manager has made a mess in her panties, just for you” atsumu taunts.

atsumu doesn’t hesitate to rip off your underwear and move his fingers across your folds. you squirm in your place, still suspended in the air with the two males holding your arms and legs open, putting on such a good show for sakusa, who’s knelt down close to your cunt. “she’s so sensitive, if ya press here” he uses his fingers to press on your clit, making you jolt and gasp at the contact. “she’ll be such a good girl for you”

sakusa puts his hand on your inner thigh, surprised at the little gasp you let slip past your lips. “omi-” you whine, sensitive thighs trembling under the grip they had on you. he does as atsumu suggested and toyed with the little sensitive nub, watching as you thrashed your legs in ecstasy, finally getting the attention you’d been longing since they suggested the idea.

unexperienced fingers played with your clit, your folds, and gathered up your dripping slick. he puts them in his mouth, savoring your taste like a starved man. “fuck” he groaned under his breath, breathy moans approaching your heat, making you buck your hips forward in hopes for some much needed relief.

his lips finally suck on your clit, tongue rolling circles around the nub and prompting another jolt from your body. he lets his muscle wander over you, lewd slurping sounds echoing in the almost silent room from between your thighs.

“fuck, she tastes so good” he revels in the sweetness of your cunt, his eyes glistening and asking for more without use of words. he unexpectedly leans in and slips his tongue past your folds and into your tight hole, watching how you arch your back against bokuto and hinata’s chest. they let one of your legs drop onto kiyoomi’s shoulder, giving him a better angle to eat you out and make you squirm.

“k-kiyo-! fuck!” you can’t even pronounce his whole name without cutting off.

“you should use your fingers on her” atsumu suggests, sitting up from his place in a chair where he was already palming himself through his pants.

“i already did” kiyoomi is quick to point at your clit, motioning at how he pressed on the nub. atsumu comes a little closer and swipes his fingers across your lips, spreading you with two of his fingers.

“no, like this” he slips a finger inside and curls it, hitting the spot that made your vision blue and left your mouth agape. “see, she likes it even more”

“oh” sakusa exclaims in embarrassment , comprehending what he said as atsumu took his fingers out of your clenching hole, just to be replaced with sakusa’s. “slowly, let her get used to you” atsumu says in an ordering tone.

you’re so lost from the pleasure, you throw your head back to be met with bokuto’s needy gaze on your face, your fucked our expression made this so much harder for him. “focus on him, princess” bokuto mumbles close to your ear.

“k-kiyoomi!” you squeal, feeling a second finger slip into your little hole.

“she can do something even better,” atsumu says “that right?” he asks, nudging his head towards you. as if on command, you nod your head eagerly.

“wanna suck you off omi, take you all in my mouth, please?” you beg. he looks up from his place between your thighs and nods, looking at bokuto and hinata so they would let you go. sakusa sits against the headboard of the bed, clearly nervous with how much he fiddled with his fingers.

you crawl up the bed until you reach his crotch, taking off his belt, his pants, his briefs, until his cock slaps against his tummy. it’s pretty, standing tall with a slight curve to the left and a pink tip. you moan a small fuck under your breath when you finally take in his size. he’s big. too big, you wonder if he’ll even fit.

you act on impulse, slowly wrapping your hand around it and sliding it up and down, watching the precum drip out at the mere contact.

“m-mmh!” he tries to muffle his moans, tries to save himself from the embarrassment since his teammates are here watching, but he wonders how long he could keep up, and how long he could last before he made a mess of himself.

you give the tip a kitten lick, slowly eyeing him up from his happy trail, to his chest, to his face. he’s so fucked out, holding on by a thread because all he wants to do is slam your face down his cock. you wrap your lips around the tip, paying special attention to it after receiving such a cute reaction from him. he’s clearly struggling, holding the back of your head as an alternative to the rough things he wants to do to you right now.

“fuck- can i?” he asks, ashamed to use you like a toy after you’ve been such a good girl.

“‘course you can” atsumu chimes in, using his fist on his cock, pretending it was him you were teasing with that pretty mouth. “she’s all yours”

sakusa wastes no time slamming your head close to the base of his cock, grunting at the feeling of your throat and your tongue swirling around him.

the best part is when you hollow out your cheeks around him, it’s such a pretty sight, specially when you look up at him like that when you bob your head.

“you can cum in her mouth” atsumu assures, as if you’re not even there, you’re just a toy for them to use. “she won’t mind, will ya?”

you shake your head, simultaneously humming a small mm-mm that drove him over the edge. the vibrations sent shivers up his spine, and gave him the last thing he needed to release down your throat.

“mmf-fuck” his toes point and his grip on your head tightens, shoving you down as far as he can while bucking his hips into your mouth. a steady stream of cum fills your mouth, and you do your best to swallow, but a tiny bit sneaks past and runs down the side of your cheeks.

he finally finished, letting go of you and giving you the chance to gasp for air. it took a few minutes to regain your breath, but when you did, you immediately crawled and sat on his lap, your warm cunt on his cock made him shoot up from his place on the bed.

“wh-what are you-?”

“c’mon omi, you already prepped me enough, don’t you wanna put it in?” you ask. the question was so tentative, yes, but he still couldn’t bring himself to give you an answer. instead, he cleans up the bit of his cum on the corner of your lip, and you lean into his touch. could it be that you’re desperate for him too? “it’s your birthday, after all”

with that, he slowly lifts your hips and flips you around to have you on your back, laid down on the bed for him to see and admire. your pretty tits, still covered by the pink lacy bra. he grabbed the cups and slid them down, just enough so he could marvel at them, leaning down to lick and suck at them.

“please- omi!” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your sex and signaling you couldn’t wait anymore. “want you i-inside” you stutter.

he lines himself up with your hole, slapping the head against your clit a few times before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, making you squirm in your place. his groans are so pretty, his deep voice sounded so nice when he made such a lewd sound. “does it hurt?” he asks, worried.

“n-no, ‘s just big” you feel a pair of hands capture your own, pinning them above you once again and other hands play with your tits, squeezing and twisting your nipples, just enough to send waves of pleasure soaring through your body. “ah!”

“shh” bokuto comforts you, “be quiet” you do your best to stop your whines, but a few of them still manage to get past your lips. “good girl” hinata says, using his free hand to pet your hair.

kiyoomi slides out, almost completely and slams back inside, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt. he knew it would be tight, but he didn’t think it would be that tight. “fuck- it’s so good” he groans.

“touch her clit again omi, it’ll make her feel good too” sakusa does as instructed and uses his thumb to rub at your clit. you buck your hips under his touch, kicking and squealing at the pleasure. “try calling her mean names, like a slut”

“dirty fucking slut” he says, as if he’d been holding back and atsumu just gave him permission. “gonna cum?”

he ruts his hips against yours, animalistic pace while searching for his high. you throw your head back, gasping for air when he presses your knees close to your body and folds you into a mating press. “yeah- oh! ‘m gonna cum... gonna make a m-mess” you moan. being starved off your orgasm for so long made you so sensitive and receptive to everything he did.

“m-mess?” sakusa repeats, he’s too focused on his own pleasure to know what you’re saying, barely able to process a few of your words.

“she’s gonna squirt” atsumu tells, still using his fist to get off on the lewd scene in front of him. “dumb little baby’s gonna make a mess all over his cock, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

“y-yes! yes, omi... wanna cum, please l-let me cum” you whine while sakusa changes the position again, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and holding the other one down, getting a much better angle, reaching deeper in your tight heat.

“do it, cum for me” he says, feeling your juices spray against his hips and soak the sheets. he swipes his fingers on your clit, watching as it prompted more slick to squirt out of your sensitive cunt.

“a-ah! fuck kiyoomi- kiyoomi!” you squeal, getting overstimulated from his harsh pace to your abused pussy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. the pain mixed with the stimulation left you panting and gasping for air, wishing he’d just finish.

“oh! i’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” he exclaims. “fuck, can i come inside?” he asks you.

“yeah! please omi, come i-inside, breed me!” you whine, suddenly feeling a spurt of creamy white on your cheek, presumably from atsumu, but you were too fucked out to find out. sakusa stills inside your cunt and shudders heavy breaths while he fills you up with the warmth of his seed.

“s-so much omi” you tell him, feeling as he keeps shooting cum into your womb, leaving a small bump in your tummy when he pulls out. he puts his hand on the bump, slowly pressing down and watching it spurt out of your gaping hole.

“so pretty” he says in awe, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and forming a pool beneath your ass, turns him on so much, just as much as seeing how atsumu flips your body towards him, legs hanging on the edge of the bed while he lines himself up with your cum filled hole.

he’s grateful the night has just started.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

Requested ✖️

Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

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⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

REQUEST -> ✰ CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at.

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day.

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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