#I mean if Dry bowser was meant to mean something then...

[thereaderinsertlady]

Break up prank with mario! But its total fluff and they don’t actually break up. Gender neutral reader. Thanks

I maaay have missed the 'total' fluff part of this equation. Lol. Anywho, here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

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Mario x Reader - The Not-So Good Idea

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

It was something harmless you had thought of in your freetime. Of course it wasn’t April Fools anymore, but you just wanted to play around with Mario! Just a little prank! You had never intended for it to be anything serious– You’d catch him at the front door, prank him, and move on with the day.

…But, as you stood outside of the shared bedroom’s door, your stomach was in knots.

Your grand idea was to, solemnly, go up to Mario and ‘break up’ with him. Originally, you thought he would jump up in surprise and you’d laugh before telling him that it was just a prank... But when you saw his deep frown, your mouth immediately went dry. Even as he walked past you to head inside, not a word came from your dumb little lips.

Yeah, you fucked up. 

“Mario?” You lightly knocked. “Can I come iiin?” 

When there wasn’t a noise coming from the other side, you winced, recalling how tired he seemed when he first opened the front door– How his lips tugged into a relieved smile and his hunched shoulders sank in relief when his eyes first landed on you. Mario didn’t say much, but his actions told you everything you needed to know. 

You knocked again, sighing. You weren’t the brightest bulb in the Kingdom, but this was a new low for you. You should’ve known that your idea was absolutely shitty. Not even Bowser himself would’ve ever thought of such a prank… well, not like he had anyone relationship-wise to use that prank on.

Even though you weren’t sure Mario was listening, you began to speak. “Look,” you began softly. “I just…” You just what? What were you going to say to fix this? You had no intention of ever actually breaking up with Mario, but he probably thinks otherwise now. “I… um… I’m sorry. I meant for that to be a prank, not… not anything serious.”

Silence.

You frowned, eyes feeling hot and heavy. In a way, you felt like a sad puppy, trying to beg for forgiveness. “Shit… I just wanted to get your heart beating a little– I really just wanted it to be a simple prank. When you looked at me like that, my mind went blank– I-I couldn’t get anything out.”

…

There was a languid sigh before footsteps could be heard. The door slowly creaked open.

Mario stood before you, his expression a mix of confusion, concern, and hurt. His normally cheerful demeanor seemed overshadowed by the weight of your ill-conceived prank. You could see the hurt in his eyes, and it pained you to think that you were the cause of it.

"Look, I didn't mean to upset you," you continued, your voice filled with genuine remorse. "I should have known better than to play with something as important as our relationship. It was… thoughtless of me, and I'm truly sorry."

Mario remained silent for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he let out a sigh and spoke softly, "I know you… you didn't mean it, but it still hurt. Relationships are, ah… are built ona trust, and when you-ah pretended to break up with me, even as a prank, it made me question that trust."

You blinked rapidly, a bit surprised that he spoke up. He wasn’t the best with English and was typically mute, so it was very much a surprise to you when you heard his voice. His words struck a chord within you, and after a pause, you felt a wave of guilt wash over. You had taken for granted the bond you shared with Mario, and now you were facing the consequences of your actions.

You took in a steading breath, closing your eyes for a moment. “I’m very sorry– I was being… stupid. I just wanted to make you laugh…”

He reached over to grab your hands, giving them a light squeeze. He said a few words in Italian– something you couldn’t really understand, but his tone sounded comforting so you relaxed. Mario's touch and comforting tone eased the tension that had built up within you, and you allowed your shoulders to sink. His actions spoke louder than any language, conveying his forgiveness and understanding. You opened your eyes and gazed into his own, feeling a mixture of gratitude and relief.

“Can we… uhm… forget that this ever happened and go cook dinner together?” You asked a bit sheepishly. 

Mario nodded gently, his grip on your hands tightening slightly. It was as if he wanted to convey his reassurance and support through the simple act of touch. You couldn't help but be reminded of all the times he had been there for you, rescuing you from dangerous situations, and providing comfort in difficult times. Mario had always been the embodiment of resilience and optimism, and his ability to forgive and move forward was a testament to his character. It was a reminder of why you fell in love with him in the first place.

Mario's lips curled up into a small smile, a glimmer of warmth returning to his eyes. "Si, let's-a-go," he replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. He released your hands, gesturing for you to go ahead of him.

You walked through the house and over to the small kitchenette. Mario had always loved cooking, and it had become a shared passion between the two of you.

He stepped over to the cabinet, pulling out a pan. With a renewed determination to make amends, you approached Mario and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace. He paused, placing the pan onto the countertop before smiling, turning around, and hugging you back. In that moment, you knew that things would be okay– that your relationship was strong enough to overcome your stupid mistake.

Together, you spent the evening preparing a delicious meal, laughter and lightness returning to your interactions. As you chopped vegetables and stirred pots, the tension of the earlier misunderstanding melted away, replaced by a deeper understanding and appreciation for one another.

#reader insert #mario #mario x reader #super mario #nintendo mario

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Junior

Just and idea about why Bowser might've told Junior that Peach was his mother.

~

She’d left him, gone back to her kingdom an ocean away. Which was fine, they’d done their best to make it work but it just wasn’t no matter how good a match Kamek and her parents had insisted it was supposed to be. So Bowser was honestly relieved she’s taken the initiative and finally ended it by leaving in the middle of the night. Her only farewell was a letter, explaining her reasons for leaving and a gift.

In a plain unwrapped box, she’d left it on the table in his room. The letter warned that it was fragile and oddly had apologized for leaving it with him. Which didn’t make much sense; if it was something bad enough she had to apologize for it, why leave a gift at all? And even more why had she assured him that it was his? Who else could it possibly be for?

Pulling back the lids of the box revealed an oblong shape, a bit bigger than his fist and wrapped in a soft cloth resting on a cushion. Keeping in mind its fragility, he carefully lifted it with one hand to unwrap it with the other. … An egg. Why would she leave him an egg? It didn’t make sense unless it was…

“Ah shit!”

That couldn’t be it though, could it? She’d have told him, right? … Maybe not, they’d never talked much and thus he didn’t know her as well as one think despite their arranged marriage having lasted almost three whole years before one of them had finally taken the initiative and left.

Shaking a little, he carefully placed the egg back on its cushion. He then rushed back over to his nightstand where he’d left the letter to reread it. … Suddenly her apology for the gift and the assurance that it was his made a lot more sense.

Growling, he balled up the paper and tossed it. She was a deadbeat, leaving him to raise their child on his own, how dare she? Whatever, he didn’t need her, he could do it on his own just fine so she could go fuck herself for all he cared.

A good deal of his anger and resolve faded though as he returned to the table to look down at the egg, nestled snugly on the cushion, the soft cloth still partially wrapped around it. How the hell was he supposed to do this alone? He wasn’t ready to be a dad yet. That wasn’t supposed to happen for a few more years at least.

Holding back a groan, he returned to his nightstand again to ring the magic bell to summon Kamek. About a minute later Kamek arrived through the secret passageway that connected his lab to Bowser’s room.

“Sir?” he said as the wall closed behind him.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the news by now.” With the way rumors normally ran through the castle, Bowser was likely one of the last to find out because there was no way she’d snuck out without someone seeing her. Whoever had spotted her would’ve told everyone long before Bowser had even woken up this morning.

“Yes, I’ve heard. You want me to send people after her?”

“No, why would I want you do that? I’m glad she’s gone.” Or at least he would be if the sole thing they could both enjoy together hadn’t led to his current predicament. They should’ve been more careful but… it was too late now and she’d left him to deal with the consequences alone. “She left me this though.” Carefully, Bowser pulled the egg out again to show Kamek.

“Oh uh… I suppose you have an heir now sir, which was the whole point of the arrange marriage so congrats.”

“What do you mean ‘congrats’? How am I supposed to handle this?”

“Very carefully sir, especially once the shell hardens. That’s when it’ll be its most fragile.”

Bowser growled at him. “You know what I meant. How am I supposed to take care of a kid?”

“Well, I can tell you from experience it is very difficult to raise a child, especially as a single parent. If they end up being anything like you were as a kid, you’ll certainly have your work cut out for you. However, you do have the option to give it up for adoption or hire a nanny to do all the work for you. So really sir, you don’t have to raise them if you’d prefer not to.”

Both of those were options. Going the adoption route, he’d have to be very secretive about it to mitigate the chances of rumors about this popping up. The nanny route would probably be easiest and no one would fault him for it, he already had enough responsibility ruling his kingdom without adding raising a child on top of that. But… it didn’t feel right to do that, not for him anyway.

“No,” he said as he pulled the egg closer to his chest. Its shell was still soft and so fragile. It’d be far too easy to damage it by accident. But despite that… “I’m keeping them and raising myself. Their name is… Bowser; Bowser Junior.” Regardless of whatever their gender would end up being, he wanted to name them after himself. “So help me. You’ve supposedly done this before,” his parents had died before he’d even hatched, leaving Kamek as his sole caretaker, “tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

“For now, just keep the egg warm and dry. Near but not right next to a space heater should do nicely. Talk to them occasionally, especially as they get closer to hatching. When they hatch is when the real works begins, that won’t be for a year or more though so there’s plenty of time to prepare for that.”

A year, that’s how long Bowser had to prepare for his role as a single father. That both felt like a long time and a terribly short time. There was nothing that could be done about it though. “Very well,” he said as he looked back up at Kamek. “Bring me a space heater and something to act as a cradle, either through the secret passage or teleport it straight here so one sees. I want this kept a secret for now.” He’d have to announce it eventually but not yet. He needed some time to prepare for that announcement and he wanted to wait for the rumors about his now ex-wife leaving to have died down a little.

“Yes sir.” Kamek was the only one in the whole castle who could be trusted to keep a secret. “And well… I’m proud of you for taking on this responsibility. I believe you’ll be a good father.” With that, he turned and left through the secret passage.

“I hope so,” Bowser replied with a sigh as the hidden door closed, becoming a wall once more.

 -

Over the next few months, he got used to the idea of being a dad. He talked to Junior every day, in the morning upon waking up and at night before going to bed. There was still one thing that bothered him though.

“You need another parent,” he said as he sat down by the egg cradle one night. He’d had Kamek get him some parenting books to act as another source of information on what do about raising a kid and they’d mentioned that two or more parents was the ideal. More would probably be better, right? But he personally preferred the idea of a monogamous relationship and finding one good partner would be difficult enough, let alone any more. “So I’m going to get you one before you hatch, all right? You’ll love them I’m sure.” Hopefully anyway.

The next day, he set Kamek the task of complying as much information about the rulers of all the nearby kingdoms as was possible. Marrying a fellow monarch made the most sense, right? It would expand the lands they both ruled and would give Junior more to inherit when it came time for them to do so.

It took almost a whole week before Kamek returned to him with what he’d found. He’d organized it in large blank binder that he handed to Bowser in his room because despite everything, Bowser hadn’t announced Junior’s existence or his new marriage plans to the world yet.

Each page in the binder was devoted to a layout of information about the primary ruler of all a nearby kingdom, such as name, age, gender, a picture of course, marriage status, and a paragraph of general personality information and backstory. The first page was for King Bomb-omb. He had an attractive mustache and a decent bio but he was already married. After that was King Boo but he was dead and therefore not likely to be a good step parent and the weird tongue thing boos had going on was not something Bowser was into. Queen Bean would’ve been a good option but she too was married.

The fourth page was the profile for the Mushroom Kingdom ruler: Princess Peach Toadstool. Finally, someone who was single and alive but… “If she’s the ruler of the Mushroom King why is she still a princess and why is she human? Isn’t the Mushroom Kingdom populated by Toads?”

“According to what I’ve been able to gather,” Kamek replied, “she was adopted by the former ruler at a young age and declared the heir of the kingdom. However, Toad law is strange, for reasons I haven’t been able to figure out, the actual title of ‘queen’ can only be held by a Toad. Despite that, Princess Toadstool is no less ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom. It doesn’t make much sense but that’s pretty standard when discussing Toads.”

Bowser grunted because that was certainly true; the bastards all had names that started with ‘Toad’ which was just plain nonsensical. “And they’re all right with their ruler being human despite that law? Really?” Wouldn’t they want a proper queen?

“Supposedly she is a very good and kind ruler so yes, they’re more than happy to have her as their ruler.”

“Hmmm…” Bowser looked back down at her profile. Everything Kamek had just told him was written there as well some more about her generosity. She was young too, around the human equivalent of his own age – based off what he’d heard of how humans aged anyway. … “I want her,” he decided, tapping her picture with his claw. “She’s perfect.” Her kingdom directly bordered his and Junior deserved a kind mother, especially since Bowser had trouble being kind himself.

“Of course, sir. Would you like me to send an envoy with a message about your intent to court her? Or would you like to write the missive yourself?”

“I’ll just take an airship down there to talk to her myself.” Bowser didn’t have time for letters and all that nonsense. He needed to make sure she’d be good mom and then marry her before Junior hatched which was still several months away but undoubtedly those months would pass by in flash.

***

“Welcome back Your Majesty,” Kamek said as ascended the airship’s boarding ramp to greet Bowser. “How did things go in the Mushroom Kingdom?” As if that needed to be asked with how short a time Bowser had been gone and the less than happy look on his face; he’d clearly been rejected. Which was not surprising in the least and now it would be Kamek’s job to soothe his ego for however long he chose to be grumpy about this.

“Uh… it went well,” Bowser said which was a surprise. “Sort of anyway, really depends on what counts as ‘going well’.” Oh no, he’d done something less than smart, hadn’t he? Bad enough to start a war with the Mushroom Kingdom? Before Kamek could try to find an innocuous way to ask…

“Untie me this instant you horrible people!”

A group of koopatroopas and shy guys were dragging a bound woman out of the captain’s cabin. Naturally she was quite displeased about it as was not going easily.

“Uh… sir, is that Princess Toadstool?” Kamek asked because it looked an awful lot like her pictures.

“Yep,” Bowser said before raising his voice to instruct the minions carrying her. “Take her up to one of the tower top rooms, one of the ones with the lock on the outside. And keep a guard on the door at all times too just in case. Untie her though, I don’t want her to hurt herself.”

“Yes sir!” the minions spoke in unison before hustling to do as ordered.

“You won’t get away with this,” the princess shouted over them, earning more excited murmurs from the minions who’d gathered to watch.

With a sigh, Kamek turned back to look at Bowser again. “May I have a word with you in private Your Royal Spikiness?”

“Fine but make it quick, I got to prepare a proper greeting for my guest.” With a huff, Bowser led the way back onto the airship and into the private cabin. “Now what is it?” he demanded after slamming the door shut.

“Sir, may I ask why you chose to kidnap Princess Toadstool? I was under the impression you’d gone to court her.” Kamek kept his tone neutral in part because he wasn’t really sure how to feel about it. There were benefits to having a rival kingdom’s ruler held hostage but Bowser’s supposed goals might just lead to a huge mess instead. Still though, even that might be exciting, things had been too peaceful and boring lately.

“I did but she rejected my engagement offer. I tried to change her mind because I’d already gone all the way down there but she still said ‘no’ so I may have gotten a little mad and just grabbed her and brought her to the airship. I’m sure she’ll change her mind eventually, I’m the Koopa King after all, who can say ‘no’ to me?”

Ah yes, the good old ‘I want it so it’s mine,’ logic that Bowser liked to employ. Really it was Kamek’s fault for letting him get away with that so much growing up. There was no point telling him that there was no possible way she’d change her mind after this. But that wasn’t much of a bother especially since unless she did something to really piss him off, he’d get tired of the game after a while anyway.

“Now,” Bowser said, his tone indicating the end of the conversation, “help me prepare a welcome party for her. The sooner she changes her mind, the better. And I need to figure out if she’ll be a good stepmom to Junior.”

[One Mario Game Later]

“Fuck that fucking Mario bastard,” Bowser growled for probably the fourth time in the past hour as he got up from his throne to pace angrily back and forth again. “Who does he think he is, breaking in my castle and stealing back my princess?”

“Yes, fuck him Your Royal Furiousness,” Kamek replied in a deadpan as he inspected his handiwork in fixing his bent wand – he had spares of course but magic wands took a lot of effort to make so one getting damaged was aggravating. Personally, he was more frustrated than angry as anyone would be after getting trounced by a man who all sources indicated was just a plumber. But yelling, swearing, and pacing around the room wasn’t going to fix it and at this point was getting quite old.

Bowser huffed and spit out a stream of fire, thankfully not onto anything flammable. “Mark my words Kamek, this isn’t over! I’m going to kidnap Peach again and then if and when that red bastard shows up, I’m going crush him into the ground. And then the princess will be mine.”

“Yes sir.” Honestly Kamek was fine with that. The kingdom had clearly been at peace for too long; the troops were all inexperienced or rusty. Also, Kamek’s work thrived during conflict, testing new spells and/or new inventions worked best when it was a proper field test. So, both for his liege’s sake as well as his own, he was going to do his best to make sure they ultimately came out on top of this new conflict.

#My writing #super mario bros #bowser #kamek #sort of one sided Peach/Bowser #kidnapping #villains being villains

[softestvirgil]

Let The Flames Begin

Chapter Three

Summary: Virgil and the gang have a game night, but things do not go as planned

Word Count: 1630

Genre: Alternate Universe

Rating: PG

Pairing: Side Logicality

Warnings: Abuse mentions and descriptions of injury, homophobia, homophobic slurs, cursing

Let me know if there’s any more I should add!

Today was Wednesday, which may seem like a normal day to most people, but for Virgil's new friend group, it was game night.

Which basically meant they got together after school every Wednesday and played video games together in Logan's basement.

Virgil didn't know what to expect when they invited him, but he accepted the invitation and carpooled with Roman to Logan's place after school that day.

Logan lived in a much more quaint part of town than where Roman lived, which was comforting to Virgil because he felt out of place amongst mansions and designer cars.

Once they arrived at Logan's house, His Mom, Mrs. Croft, answered the door.

She smiled and welcomed them in. “Hello, Roman, and this must be Virgil! I'm Abby,”

Virgil awkwardly smiled and looked at Roman. Roman knew that he didn't want to chit-chat so he decided to speed it up.

“Logan downstairs already?” He asked.

“He sure is! Waiting for you guys. Go ahead!” Abby replied, and Virgil followed Roman's lead.

The basement was, not at all what Virgil was expecting. It was decked out in all kinds of video game memorabilia, a lot of which was vintage.

“This is… really cool,” Virgil said, as he looked around in awe.

“I know,” Logan replied with pride.

Roman looked around too. “Where's Pat?”

Logan sighed. “Oh, he's gonna be a bit late today,”

“Is he okay?” Roman asked.

“He is having issues with his family. He wouldn't go into detail about it, which I found odd, but I didn't want to pry,” Logan explained and adjusted his eyeglasses.

Virgil chuckled. “Logan… he's your boyfriend isn't he?”

Logan quirked a brow. “Yes, I am not sure why you're-”

“Then he should tell you when something is going on,” Virgil finished.

Roman changed the subject. “Let's play Mario Kart! I call Princess Peach,”

“I am going to be Toad,” Logan said, monotonously.

Virgil looked at every character before deciding. “I like Bowser,”

Roman chuckled. “Of course you do,”

Virgil turned. “Why do you say that?”

“He breathes fire,” Roman said, seeming proud id his joke. Very funny.

They played each other a few times, and Virgil was new to the game so he was pretty bad at it, which left Roman and Logan competing for first.

“Get out of the way nerd-breath!” Roman yelled and bumped Logan into a river.

Logan gasped. “You are such a royal pain in the butt!”

Roman snorted. “Ass, Logan! Ass!”

Logan laughed. “Fine… Ass. No!”

Roman won the race. Logan got second and Virgil got 7th place.

“That was fun! Let's do it again!” Roman cheered.

“You only had fun because you won,” Logan commented.

“True,” Roman agreed with a smile.

“I tried,” Virgil said.

Roman put his hand on Virgil's shoulder. “You just need more practice,”

Virgil felt himself go stiff, and his heart quickened in his chest.

Logan noticed Virgil's pained expression. “Roman, you might wanna…”

Roman realized what was happening. “Oh! Sorry!”

Virgil let out a deep breath. “S’ fine…” He didn't love being touched. Patton had touched him the same way the day before, but it was in a comforting manner and it didn't bother him. For some reason though, Roman touching him, did.

As if the situation wasn't awkward enough, Patton showed up, and he was covered in bruises.

Logan was noticeably upset at the sight of him. “Patton! What happened?”

Patton smiled. “Oh, nothing! It's fine-”

“No!” Logan shouted, and everyone went silent for a moment.

“It's not okay that you don't feel like you can tell me things!” He said, and Patton's eyes filled with tears.

“My Dad... he…” The breath caught in his throat. “He found that poem you wrote me…” 

Patton was full on sobbing now and trying to dry the tears with his sweater sleeves.

Roman got angry, and he felt heat rise to his face. “Your Dad did this?”

Patton nodded. His tears were so big, and his eyes looked so sad. None of them had ever seen him like this. Virgil had only met him a few days ago, but before now he could never imagine the guy sad.

Logan had now moved to where his boyfriend was and began hugging him comfortingly. “How'd he find it, my love? I thought you hid it in your notes for school,” He said softly.

Patton sniffled. “I- I did hide it but he went through my stuff…”

“I knew your Dad was awful… but I didn't know he was like this,” Roman said and gestured to the bruises all over Patton's face. His skin was all purple and swollen, and you could tell by the looks of him that he had been hit very hard.

Patton started crying again and he was resting his head on Logan's shoulder. “He kicked me out… I- I walked here… I have nowhere to go,”

“You may stay here, for as long as you need,” Logan told him while playing with his hair softly.

Patton frowned. “But what about your mom?”

Logan sighed. “I will give you my bed. She cannot complain if we are sleeping in separate places,”

Roman's eyes went big for a moment. “I have a spare room at my house, Pat! You can stay there. That way Lo isn't giving up his bed,”

“I don't mind-” Logan started but was cut off.

“But I do though. It's okay. Thank you both. Are you sure your parents are gonna be alright with it, Roman?”

“Oh yeah, I mean…” He said and looked at Virgil.

Virgil mocked hurt. “Hey!”

Roman laughed. “Oh, we love you, C'mon,”

Patton smiled. “Thank you guys,”

“He's back!” Roman cheered and Logan threw a pillow at him.

“Rude,” he said and dusted himself off. The game night continued with everyone playing Mario Kart for a bit, and then Logan suggested Super Smash Brothers. After a while, Virgil and Patton just sat back and let Roman and Logan go at it. They were both very competitive, and also sore losers.

“No!” Roman screamed and Logan laughed at him.

Logan did a fake evil laugh. “Finally! I win!”

“Curses!” Roman said and almost threw his controller, to which Logan abruptly shouted.

“If you break it, you pay for it!”

“You okay?” Virgil said, ignoring the other two.

Patton pondered for a moment. “I think so. I'm still really sore though,”

Virgil nodded. “So, Logan really wrote you a poem?”

Patton blushed. “Yeah. He doesn't seem like he would be, but he is very romantic in his own way,”

“I can't imagine that, but I have seen you guys together so it kind of makes sense,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“I hope you're cool with me staying with you guys…” Patton said, looking away.

Virgil smiled at him reassuringly. “Of course, I am. Especially under the circumstances,”

Patton laughed. “Okay,”

Once it had gotten late Roman, Virgil and Patton had to leave. They said goodbye to Logan and got in Roman's car.

“So, do you have any clothes in your backpack?” Roman asked while he drove.

“No, just my clothes for gym class,” Patton replied. “I couldn't get anything…but it's okay!”

“Nah, we'll go to your house and get some of your stuff,” Roman said, driving in the direction of Patton's house.

Patton's eyes filled with tears again and terror surged through his whole body. “I can't go back in there…”

Roman shook his head. “I will,”

“You sure that's a good idea?” Virgil whispered, cautiously.

“Nope,” Roman replied.

Once they had arrived at Patton's house, Roman parked his car across the road and got out.

“Be careful!” shouted Patton.

Roman gulped and walked up to the door, knocking it heavily.

The door opened and he was greeted by Patton’s father, Glenn. A tall, rough looking guy, who didn’t look like he was related to Patton in the slightest.

“Can I help you?” Glenn asked.

“I am Patton’s friend, Roman,” Roman said, confidently.

“I told that kid to stay away from here! He’s not welcome as long as he’s going to behave that way with that boy!” Glenn shouted, getting dangerously close to being violent, again.

“I just came here to get some of his things,” Roman said, standing firm. He was 6’1 and this guy had about seven inches on him, at least, but he was still not going to back down. He was doing this for Patton, no matter what.

Glenn looked at Roman and laughed in his face, and as he did so the smell of alcohol hit Roman’s nose. “I threw out all his stuff, you can tell him that. He has nothing and no one until he rids himself of this disgusting phase,”

“He has three people who love him unconditionally, I think that’s more than enough,” Roman said and smirked at the man. “Goodnight, sir,”

As Roman walked away he heard him shout. “Bunch of fags is all you are! You’re all going to hell!”

“See you there!” Roman yelled and ran to his car, gracefully, of course.

“Go, go, go!” Virgil yelled as Glenn started running out toward them. Roman quickly pulled out and went speeding away from the house.

A few moments of silence went by as Roman drove them home. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t get any of your stuff, Pat,”

All that was heard from the back seat was sniffling.

“Thank you for trying. You could have gotten hurt,” Patton said through his tears.

Roman smiled. “No need to thank me for that, it’s what friends do,”

Virgil smirked. “This is real sweet but I’d love it if you focused on the road. You’re swerving around is gonna give me a panic attack,”

“Man, you’re such a party pooper,” Patton teased.

“I try my best,” Virgil replied with a laugh.

#virgil writes #thomas sanders #sanders sides #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts sides #ts fandom #thomas sanders fandom #thomas sanders community #sanders sides fandom #sanders sides community #thomas sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction

[anjuschiffer]

Hey, SyGenesis13! I was your secret santa! I really hope you enjoy this! Tried to mesh two of the ideas you gave me!

@bkdksecretsanta, thank you for this wonderful event!

“NO! Mina! Why did you do that for?” Kaminari yelled, fumbling the joy-con within his thumbs and fingers as he looked at Mina with sad eyes.

2nd Place.

Meanwhile, Link was on the screen, waving to an imaginary crowd before swerving thanks to a banana peel.

Mina simply smiled and threw him a peace sign.

1st Place

Her inkling was making her rounds around the Dry Dry Desert. The inkling’s pink hair fluttering behind her dark brown skin, pumping her shooter into the air with glee.

Sero let out a weak laugh as he looked at his portion of the screen.

10th Place

“At least you didn’t drastically drop.” Sero averted his gaze to the side before returning his gaze to the screen, Waluigi trying to make his round across the track before being hit by a red shell. He then turned to see someone that was bothering him since the beginning of the race. “How long has he been there?”

Mina looked to the side, sighing as she looked at Bakugo pacing around in a circle, mumbling about something.

“Since we started.” Mina said, wondering if Izuku had been rubbing his weird habit to him. “Where’s Kiri?”

“He went out earlier with Iida to help with the groceries. They should be here by now.” Sero said, checking the time on the Switch’s homescreen.

“Does no one really know what’s going on with him?” Kaminari said, getting up to stretch.

They’ve been playing Mario Kart 8 for almost an hour and ever since they started playing, Bakugo had been pacing around just murmuring. It was creeping the three out, mainly because muttering is Midoriya’s thing.

That’s when a tuft in green made it into their view.

“Midoriya!” The three said in unison, making the poor boy jump, his attention snapping to those who called him. His eyes then landed on Bakugo, his head tilting to the side from the odd sight of seeing him murmuring. He was pretty sure that was his thing.

Bakugo simply glanced towards Izuku before returning to his murmuring, which only got faster and more sulkier in tone.

“H-Hey guys, what are you guys up to?” Izuku said, approaching the three, Kaminari offering a joy-con to Izuku, only for Mina to slap it out of his hand. The joy-con bounced onto the sofa, Kaminari frowning.

“Just playing, although he’s becoming a problem.” Sero said, pointing in Bakugo’s direction.

“Yeah, he’s been in that corner, sulking away-”

“I’m not sulking!” Bakugo yelled, turning their way before locking eyes with Izuku. He casted his eyes downward before getting up to leave the room. Izuku watched his back grower small before feeling a nudge. He looked at Sero, who tilted his head towards Bakugo.

“You know, you’ve been the closest to him since the beginning of school.” Sero started.

“And though it wasn’t of good terms-” Kaminari added, getting a glare from Mina.

“You probably know how to get to him.” Mina finished. “Truth be told, none of us like seeing him like that.”

Izuku stood there for a while, biting the side of his cheek. Sero, Kaminari and Mina looked at him with doe eyes, the game they were playing already a past memory. Izuku let of a soft huff.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Izuku said, turning around to go after Katsuki, but then promptly stopped. “I’ll see if the five of us can play some Kart when we’re done. I have still yet to defeat him in it!” Izuku said, with a smile.

The trio smiled as well, the clouded look in their eyes lifting.

“I still have to beat him too! I just let him win last time.” Kaminari said as he placed his hands on his hips, Sero laughing at his lie.

“As if!” Mina yelled, the three getting into a squabble. Izuku smiled at their shoving. Now it was time to find Katsuki.

Izuku leaned against a wall, pondering about his options.

He realized that the elevator didn’t make any type of noise, so he didn’t go upstairs. He was still on the first floor. Or rather, on ground level.

He had some ideas, rather he had to think about the layout of the dorms. Bakugo could only be in the places that are on the first floor: the common room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the baths, and- Izuku sighed.

And the courtyard.

Izuku got off the wall and made his way towards the courtyard, a bit of him hoping that he wasn’t there. It was winter and that meant cold air and Izuku just came from his room. He didn’t want to go back upstairs to be quite honest.

So there was no choice but to check the courtyard first and get back in as soon as possible. It’s been freezing temperature lately and Izuku knows what it would mean to get sick right now: missing out on training.

Sighing, Izuku made his way to the doors that lead outside.

-

Luckily Katsuki wasn’t there. But where else was he?

Placing his thumb under his chin, Izuku walked towards the baths, kicking the door open with his foot. He panicked when he realized that the door was about to slam into the wall, stumbling to grab the handle.

Thankfully he managed to grab it, only to find Iida standing there, putting a hair dryer away.

“Midoriya! Don't you know how dangerous that was?! What if-”

“Iida! Have you seen Kacchan?”

“Bakugo?” Iida hummed, Izuku waiting for him to say yes. “I haven't.” A whine. “Did something happen to him?”

“N-no! Just wondering that's all. See you later!” Izuku said, dejected that Katsuki wasn't there. He quickly left the baths, walking towards his next destination: the kitchen.

-

The kitchen was a disappointment, not walking into spicy air nor the smell of cooking oil which was usually a sign of Katsuki cooking. Izuku finally found him in the laundry room of all places. At first it was hard to see him since he was out of his line of sight. But when he got closer to the laundry machines, he found him in the corner, sitting there with his arms on top of his knees and his head leaning on them.

Izuku was going to leave the laundry room when he saw that the washing machines were on and an empty laundry hamper lied on the floor. Izuku thought someone simply left it there to come back later. But he stayed when the ever-so-familiar smell of marshmallows hit him.

Izuku felt a pang in his chest, causing him to grip his shirt in his hand.

“Hey.” Izuku started, seeing Katsuki flinch. He didn’t look up. Izuku walked over to where he was, taking a seat beside him. “So, want to talk about it?” Katsuki didn’t move, or at least it didn’t seem like it. Izuku felt something lean into him ever so slightly.

“Next week...next week it’s my grandmother’s meinichi.” Katsuki said, his voice daring to crack and falter. Izuku frowned.

Getting up, he closed the laundry room door and returned to his spot on the floor.

“Meinichi…” Izuku repeated. He took Katsuki’s silence as a yes. The now-and-then distractions during class, the late night run-ins, the missing of training exercises...they all made sense. “Is that why you’ve been acting strange lately?”

“What other reason could it be? Not like I’d hiding a huge ass secret from everyone else.” Katsuki said, getting a weak chuckle from Izuku.

“You’re right.” Izuku said, letting out a deep huff. “Want me to go with you?” Izuku asked, resting his head on top of Katsuki’s. Katsuki simply leaned further into Izuku, almost sliding into Izuku’s chest. Izuku fixed himself, his back against the laundry machines while his chest made for a place for Katsuki to rest his head.

“If you want.” Katsuki simply said, no type of tears running down, just the crack that was tempting to creep into his voice. “Don’t force yourself.”

“I should be saying the same thing.” Izuku said, feeling the irregular breathes and trembles from Katsuki. “Don’t force yourself.” Katsuki remained silent, laying there, listening to Izuku’s heartbeat. A smooth beat that made him close his eyes.

“Idiot.” Katsuki said, slipping his hand into Izuku’s. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll just go just to make sure then.” Izuku said, firmly clasping their hands together, rubbing his thumb lovingly against Katsuki’s hand. He ran his thumb over the calluses on Katsuki's hand. “You know I’m always here if you need me.” Izuku said. “By the way, want to play with the others? Kaminari said that last time was a fluke and purposely let you win.”

Katsuki lifted his head.

“Did he?” Katsuki got up, the sound of small crackles and tiny sparks from his hand filled the laundry room. “I think it’s time for a rematch. Let’s go Deku!”

Izuku let out a nervous laugh.

Izuku walked behind Katsuki, explosions rising to the air as the duo walked into the common room. The playing trio turned their heads to see Bakugo, smiles gracing their faces when they saw him back to normal.

“Bakugo!” They chimed in unison, tiny sparkles simmered from the corner of their eyes.

“Alien Queen, hand me a controller.” Bakugo said, walking up to the couch. Mina blinked.

He called by her squad name despite him saying it was a stupid idea to have squad nicknames.

“S-sure.” Mina said, handing him a red joy-con. Taking it, Bakugo walked over to Kaminari. Kaminari simply sat there, sweating buckets of sweat when he saw the grin on Bakugo’s face.

“So Pikachu, Deku told me that last time was a fluke.”

“Fluke? Did I say fluke? I meant to say-”

“Prepare yourself Pikachu. This will become an indisputable win.”

“SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Kaminari yelled as he got up to run away, only for Bakugo to push him back down and jump over the sofa to sit down.

“Let the games begin!” Mina shouted, pumping a fist into the air.

-

Izuku smiled as he stirred a cup of cocoa from the kitchen counter.

“HOW?!” Kaminari yelled, dropping his joy-con in the process. The poor thing landed with a clink.

Link tried to make his round in Rainbow Road only to be hit with various items at the same time.

LAST PLACE

Bakugo grinned as he held his arm high in the air.

1ST PLACE

Bowser made his round peacefully, Mina's inkling riding peacefully behind him.

“At least I'm 4th.” Sero said, Waluigi swerving thanks to a loose banana. “Thanks what you get for messing with-”

“King Explosion.” Izuku finished as he held out a mug of cocoa towards Katsuki.

“You forgot Murder.” Katsuki said, mumbling a ‘thank you' as he took the mug.

“Look! IT'S SNOWING!” Mina yelled as she pointed towards outside, everyone else turning to where she was pointing towards.

“When did it start snowing?” Sero asked, as if hoping someone could answer.

“Probably when you guys started playing.” Izuku said, looking at the piled up snowing outside. Only a few centimeters. “The snow isn't very deep.”

“Who cares?” Mina shouted with gee. “It's snow!” With that, she jumped over the sofa and ran towards the glass doors that lead outside, squishing her face against the glass.

“Bakugo!” Kaminari shouted, gaining said boy's attention.

“What?”

“I want a rematch!”

“Fine, but-” Bakugo started, walking towards the glass doors. “Let's change the game.”

“Eh?”

“He better not be doing what I think he wants to do.” Sero said, slowly creeping away from Kaminari and planning an escape route.

“He is.” Izuku said, sipping at his cocoa. “Two steps ahead though.” Izuku slipped on an All Might winter coat.

“-we're fighting with this!” Bakugo  growled, throwing a snowball straight onto Kaminari's face, making him fall backward.

“Hey! That wasn't fair!” Mina yelled, puffing her cheeks.

“Yea!” Sero chimed. Izuku paled.

“Whoever said there's fairness in a fight?” Bakugo said, crouching to gather more snow. “Then again, this is war! Die!”

The common room was then filled with screams, Sero placing some tape near him to prevent the snow from hitting him while Mina used her acid to burn the ice to water.

Meanwhile Izuku sat behind the kitchen counter enjoying his cocoa.

The earful the five were about to get from their teacher.

But then again, everything always worked out in the end.

“Hey Izuku!” Katsuki yelled, almost making Izuku drop his mug.

“Yea?” Izuku replied, realizing Katsuki had managed to knock out Mina and Sero.

“Thanks and,” Katsuki slowly trembled. “Suki.” Izuku flushed.

“T-thanks was very unfair.” Izuku said, slumping on the kitchen counter while hearing Katsuki chuckle.

Unfair, but then again didn't he sign up for it?

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3:07 AM

A Plance tag (or deleted not-Shiro-POV scene, rather) to my one shot 7 Vargas. Because I couldn’t get the Plance possibilities out of my head. Oops. XD

In any case, the original oneshot can be found here, and is basically a lot of Lance whump and Shiro and Lance bonding, along with some team feels and suggested Plance. You shouldn’t have to read it to understand this, though I would appreciate any comments on it as well!

Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Warnings for panick attacks/PTSD.

***

Where did I fall asleep this time? Pidge wonders.

Her neck and limbs are at odd angles, one arm twisted behind and under her, one of her legs is thrown over something while the other foot feels trapped, and she’s pretty sure that’s a wall against her forehead. But there are walls everywhere; that doesn’t really narrow it down.

She registers, finally, the softness of a mattress under her, but it doesn’t feel like her own. How she knows that is beyond her.

Pidge rolls to her back from the awkward position she’s been in on side, prying her arm out from under herself to straighten it and reclaiming her foot from under...something warm. Someone. She feels tentatively with the leg that seems to be thrown over the same person, and the size of the shape tells her it’s Hunk. Then a snore comes from the other end of the bed. Presence of Hunk confirmed.

Hunk’s legs twisting up near her head, however, aren’t the only warmth under the twisted covers that aren’t even really covering much of anyone. She glances to her left and finds the outline of Lance’s back near the edge of the bed.

Right. Lance. Lance’s room, Lance’s bed, the we-can’t-leave-Lance-alone-right-now, post-healing-pod hangout session that apparently turned into an unintended sleepover. Lance is the only one in pajamas - the ones he changed into as soon as they got him back to his room after he came out of the pod earlier in the day. Pidge remembers hovering outside for a few minutes once they got here, until Hunk opened the door again to let her in.

It’s clear none of them necessarily meant to fall asleep. Hunk’s shoes are still on, Pidge’s glasses are still clinging precariously to her face, and Lance’s robe is still cinched loosely around his waist. She can’t really do anything about the robe and she doesn’t want to throw her glasses anywhere - nor does she wants to completely cimb over both of them to get out of the bed - but she manages to quietly pry Hunk’s shoes off and leans over Lance’s back to drop them carefully to the floor where her own are scattered.

That’s when she realizes Lance is shivering in his sleep. It’s not much - she wouldn’t have seen it in the dark - but she can feel it for a moment when she brushes against him.

“Aw Lance…” she sighs, barely audible.

Pidge drops the shoes and rests a hand on his arm as she settles behind him again, rubbing up and down for a minute or two until the shivering seems to ease off. Satisfied that he’s okay for now, she turns over against the wall and tries to go back to sleep.

She can’t. Not now that she’s awake. Not now that she’s thinking about what happened to him. The Galra only had him and Shiro for a few vargas on that outpost...but it was enough for them to hurt him.

Why did hacking their surveillance system have to be so easy compared with actually getting her friends out of there? Not that it had been hard...it just took time. There were a surprising number of personnel and sentries to avoid for such a small outpost, and that made it more difficult. She had no chance of rescuing them outright. She had to sneak back into the secondary control center, hack into their computer to establish a link with her suit computer so she could work remotely, then hightail it out of there to find somewhere better to hide until she could write a program to shut the base down.

Of course she’d wanted to find them - to keep an eye on them until she could get them out. But…

She can’t erase the image of Lance strapped to that table from her mind. She can’t un-hear his screams, or un-feel how much her chest ached when he was sobbing on Shiro’s shoulder afterwards in the cell they shared for those few vargas.

She couldn’t get them out fast enough. And Lance suffered. And Shiro told her over and over while Lance was in the healing pod that none of this was her fault but it still feels like it was.

If she’d gotten them out of there sooner Lance might not be terrified of being alone right now. He might not have had that look on his face when he asked her and Hunk to stick around after he climbed into bed - the one that meant please don’t leave please don’t leave…

The sound of heavy breathing derails her thoughts, and Pidge twists onto her back again until she can see Lance. He’s still facing away from her, but this time his shoulders are moving enough that she can tell even in the dimness. She waits just a moment, to see if the breathing will even out, but it doesn’t. Instead it becomes interspersed with the kind of quiet squeaks that can only be caused by barely suppressed sobs.

“Lance…?” Pidge whispers. She slides closer, trying not to wake Hunk. Another snore tells her there’s no danger of that just yet.

“Lance, are you awake?” she asks gently. The only answer she gets is a sob and a gasp that he doesn’t try as hard to keep quiet. Her own throat tightens. “Hey…”

Pidge wiggles a hand under the arm Lance isn’t laying on and tugs gently on the shoulder she hooks, trying to turn him over toward her so she can see his face, but he stays stubborn on his side, resisting her and still facing away. He curls further into himself to boot, and the too-heavy breaths just pick up in speed as his fingers dig into his hair.

“Lance, it’s okay,” Pidge says. It comes out more urgently at first as her chest clenches in fear, before she remembers to keep it gentle. “You’re...you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re safe, Lance…”

A fresh sob forces its way out with a frustrated sound. “I-I...I...I kn - ow…” he gasps. “I just...can’t—”

“I know, I know…” Pidge wiggles her arm farther through his, and manages to push other arm under and around him.  She holds on as best she can and presses her forehead into the back of his neck, because that’s all she can do. “It’s okay, just breathe...I know it’s hard. Just focus on me, okay? Focus on my voice.”

Trembling hands clasp over her own where she’s twisted them in the front of his pajama shirt, and she talks. She tells him about the projects she’s working on and how the code works and asks him to repeat things back to her.

“That’s not what I said at all; you’re not paying attention.”

“I don’t kn-know h...how that….stuff... wo - orks...Pidge…”

She can feel his chest seizing under her fingers as he struggles to calm down and struggles for air. “I know you don’t. That’s why you have to listen.”

“What are y-ou...do...ing…?”

“If you’d pay attention you’d know.”

Slowly, focusing on the details she’s forcing him to try to remember takes his mind off of whatever he was thinking about, or dreaming out. Eventually he’s mumbling back whatever she says without difficulty breathing, and he isn’t curled up so tight anymore, and he just sounds tired.

“And then Mario makes Bowser eat the code so he and Peach can escape from the game.”

“Then Mario makes Bowser eat...what??” Lance flattens out onto his back to raise an eyebrow at her in confusion.

His movement pushes her back and off of him in the process. Pidge sits up as she’s ousted from her position, and smiles down at him. “Hey. There you are.”

His cheeks are still stained with dried and drying tear tracks, and his eyes are puffy and damp clumps of hair stick to his forehead. It’s not exactly the best picture. Pidge doesn’t care, but he seems suddenly keenly aware of it. His cheeks go red and he tries away from her again, but she stops him gently.

“It’s okay, Lance.”

He lets her stop him, flopping back against his pillow with a shaky sigh. “Sorry,” he whispers, staring at the ceiling.

“I said it’s okay, and I mean it.”

Lance makes a face.

“I mean it,” Pidge repeats.

Lance lets out a breath and lifts his head just long enough to take in Hunk at the other end of the bed. “You both stayed…”

“Of course we stayed.”

“You didn’t have to…”

“You asked us to, Lance.”

He looks at her, just for a moment, but then his gaze slips to the ceiling and stays there. He seems calm, but there are still fresh tears streaming silently from the corners of his eyes.

She lays back down beside him, on her back, looking at the ceiling too. Maybe if she’s not staring at him it will help.

“I…” he says after a moment. He has to stop to clear his throat. “I guess I knew if I was by myself I’d...I’d think.” The last word comes out on a hitched breath.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” she asks quietly. His breath picks up for a moment. “You don’t have to,” she adds.

His calms again, but he curls into her shoulder and cries softly instead. She lets him, wordlessly stroking a hand through his hair until it tapers off.

“It’d be great if I could stop doing that,” he sighs, grimacing in frustration against her sleeve.

“It’s okay…”

“Wh-why can’t I...I mean I just…why...why do I feel like this? I can’t...stop.”

“Can’t stop feeling like what?”

“Like I’m...broken. Or something…”

Pidge shakes her head automatically. “Stop it, Lance. You’re not broken. You just got back; you can’t expect yourself to just be completely okay.”

His voice drops to barely a whisper, and she is still staring at the ceiling to give him some semblance of privacy as he mumbles into her shoulder. “It hurt, Pidge.” His breath catches again. “We’re in the middle of a war! What if it happens again and I can’t do what I did this time? What if I tell them something?”

He sobs once. “I thought about it...Shiro was wrong. I did think about it. I...I tried to figure out if there was something I could tell them that wouldn’t hurt anybody. Because I couldn’t make something up or I figured they’d know and it would just be worse...but I just...wanted it to stop.”

She has to swallow hard before she can answer. “Lance…anyone would have thought about it.”

“And I almost died once!” He doesn’t seem to be listening to her anymore. “Th-they wouldn’t turn it off and I couldn’t...couldn’t breathe and I thought I was dead but I didn’t want Shiro to—” He stops abruptly, pulling in a sharp breath but letting it out more slowly.

“I...I...sorry, Pidge. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling you all this…”

“You can tell me anything you want to tell, me, Lance. It’s okay; you’re trying to process a lot right now.”

He swallows and settles on his back again, swiping at his cheeks. “How’d you learn that stuff you did?” he asks instead.

“What stuff? Code?” She glances at him briefly, then back to the ceiling because that’s where he’s looking.

“No...I mean...when you were trying to make me tell you what you said and all.”

“Oh...my mom,” Pidge says. “She did it for me after my dad and my brother disappeared...I’d have episodes like that too. I just...couldn’t breathe. I can’t cook, so she’d recite recipes or something else that wasn’t really my thing and make me repeat it back until I calmed down.”

Lance scoffs quietly. “What else isn’t your thing? You know everything.”

“I do not; shut up.”

Lance chuckles weakly, and it’s quiet for a little while. “We’re gonna find them, you know,” he says. He finds her hand between them on the mattress and squeezes it.

She blinks at the ceiling in surprise at the contact. “Thanks…”

Why is he trying to comfort her? She was supposed to be helping him. But...maybe this does help him. She is starting to realize, the more she gets to know him, that he really is thinking of everyone else a lot of the time. His personality just does a good job of hiding that far too often.

“You didn’t want Shiro to what?” she asks then.

“What?”

“What you were saying before you cut yourself off.”

“Oh...nothing.”

She looks at him finally, staring silently until he realizes she’s doing it and sheepishly glances over at her. He sighs and looks away again.

“I just meant I didn’t want him to think it was his fault...if I...you know...died. They were trying to get him to answer them, I think...when I couldn’t...when I couldn’t breathe.” His hand tightens around hers. “They were using it against him. I just...I think I tried to tell him it was okay?” He blinks back tears. “I-I didn’t want to die but I couldn’t let him blame himself...you know?”

“Yeah…”

She remembers that. She remembers Shiro struggling to get up off his knees but held back by the chain keeping him near the wall, screaming at the druid to stop before he killed Lance. She’d had the sound muted for a while by then because she had to turn it off or she couldn’t focus. But when Shiro panicked and jumped up she turned it back on.

She was almost ready to burst in there, program ready or no, whether they captured her too or she died for it or not.

She wasn’t going to let Lance die.

But he almost did, and her heart is pounding again just thinking about it.

“Pidge? Pidge...Pidge?”

Lance’s urgent whispering snaps her out of...somewhere, and she realizes she’s now holding his hand in a vice grip in both of hers rather than just one, and she’s curled toward him the way he was curled into her shoulder a few minutes ago. And the way he’s looking at her...

“Sorry,” she breathes.

He knows now. She can see the wheels turning behind his eyes as he scowls at her in concern. “Are you okay?” he asks. “You went all space cadet on me for a minute there...”

He could have died. They could have lost him, and he wouldn’t be here looking at her like that. Caring about her like that. And she can never change what did happen. She can’t go back and write the program faster or make another plan and keep him from going through that.

She isn’t sure when she starts crying, or when Lance shifts closer to pull her into his chest. He’s still rubbing her back gently when she can focus again.

“How much did you see?” he asks, from above her head.

He sounds like he isn’t sure he wants to know. Pidge winces against his shirt and presses her forehead farther into his chest.

“Pidge, come on. I’m not stupid; I know you found us somehow.”

She lets out a long breath, stealing herself before she answers. “Finally got into the secondary control room you and Shiro had been targeting maybe two or so vargas after the Galra grabbed you...I patched in and got out. I had a feed after that. The place wasn’t huge..it didn’t take long to find you…”

Lance goes stiff against her, and maybe it’s her imagination but she thinks he seems suddenly colder. “Tell me you didn’t just leave it on…”

Pidge closes her eyes, and there are still tears finding their way down her cheeks; she’s glad he can’t see them with her face hidden against his shirt. “I had to be sure they weren’t going to kill you; I didn’t know you’d be in there almost two vargas—!”

She’s pretty sure the quiet stream of words that comes next is a lot of swearing, but her Spanish has never been that great. “...Pidge,” it ends.

“I had the sound off most of the time!” She swallows. “I-I...couldn’t…” She couldn’t listen to him screaming.

More Spanish. Probably more swearing. Oh, yep, that one she recognizes. Definitely swearing.

“Did your mother raise you with that mouth?” It comes out before she can really think about it. She would do anything right now to keep from hurting him any more. Even give in to his usual level of joke.

The sob from above her head may be laced with a certain small amount of humor, but it’s still a sob. “It’s not funny, Pidge.”

“I’m sorry…I-I don’t...know how to deal with this...”

This time he really does laugh, even though he’s forcing it through the crying. “Join the club.” He groans a frustrated sound like the ones he made earlier, but from deeper in his chest than before.

“You weren’t supposed to see all that,” Lance whispers. “It was bad enough they made Shiro watch it all…are you okay?”

“NO I’m not okay!” she whispers back.

He huffs, but he seems to appreciate her honesty. “I guess we can be a mess together…” He pulls back suddenly to make her look at him. “Hey. Hey, you know none of that was your fault, right?”

She avoids his gaze, trying to duck back into his chest.

“Pidge!”

“Shh! You’ll wake up Hunk.”

“He could sleep through a train wreck; trust me, I was his roommate. Pidge…”

More tears on her face. Why won’t they stop? “I should have gotten you out sooner…”

“You’re you, Pidge; I know you did the best you could. If it took that long, it took that long. I didn’t doubt you for a second; I’m the one who told Shiro you’d be coming after us. HE actually thought you’d listen to him.”

She snorts through her tears. “He should know better.” She gasps in surprise when a pair of lips plant themselves firmly on her forehead.

“I’ll be okay, Pidge,” Lance says. “Thanks to you. And you’ll be okay too. I mean I guess it might take a while, but…”

“Yeah…”

A monumental snore from the other end of the bed interrupts any thought she had after that. She exchanges a glance with Lance, and they’re both giggling before she can overthink it.

They settle on their backs again, side by side but closer than before. They’re both scrubbing at their faces, and neither of them are breathing quite right, still - the aftershocks of emotion still shuddering through them occasionally. That will pass, too, like the tears that have finally stopped.

Lance holds a hand across his body flat out at her, after it’s been quiet a while. “So yeah. Messes together, I guess?”

Pidge smiles and reaches to high-five the offered hand gently. Lance smiles back and catches her fingers before they can slip away.

They fall asleep like that, fingertips linked between them, and if Hunk is raising his eyebrows at them in the morning they pretend not to notice.

#plance #vld pidge #vld lance #pidgeance #pance #tw: panic attack #vld fanfic #voltron #voltron legendary defender #angst #hurt/comfort

[tifarobles]

My first Super Mario Party!

I’d heard of the amazingness of this game for years before I’d ever had the chance to play it. To be honest, I haven’t played a lot of any Nintendo games since the original PlayStation released. I’d grown up on the classics - Super Mario Bros 1-3 and Super Mario World. I even loved the mini-game in Super Mario Bros 3, which I later realized was the original Mario Bros arcade game. 

I’d been told that Mario Party combined these lovable characters from the franchise, adorable art, and a board game! What’s not to love? However, I’d also heard that this game can ruin friendships, much like New Super Mario Bros on the Wii. I also knew that “board game” in this sense was more like a luck based game, not the high-level strategy games that have my heart forever. 

When Super Mario Party came out on the Switch, I was excited to try it out with Mike. We hadn’t gamed together in a while (yay parenthood!) and I had great memories of playing Yoshi's Woolly World together when I was pregnant. I was thrilled to check out this style of game for the first time and Mike was thrilled to experience this first with me. 

I enjoyed it enough that we invited friends over to play with us and I even had a couple friends over to play it on my birthday! I’m a big fan of the game. Now that I’ve now played it a few times with friends, I have a lot of opinions to share. 

If you are interested, Mike and I did a playthrough dressed as Mario & Peach. It was pretty fun! Note: Peach is NOT a favorite character of mine, but I was able to represent one of the longest standing ladies in video games. Plus, I couldn’t find a reasonably priced Rosalina costume in time... 

1) Losing sucks. It’s (almost) completely luck based when it happens and I kind of feel like every game picks one player to really beat up on. In our first game, poor Monty Mole kept having the worst luck. He was an NPC in our game, but I felt terrible for him. Since then, I feel like I had the same curse twice. It’s not fun when this happens. 

2) The individual die of each character is by far my favorite feature of this game. It does make it feel less luck based when you get to decide what your secondary die is. For those who are unaware, each character has a unique die with a different compilation of 6 numbers or actions that you can roll. You still have standard 1-6 die, but you can also select to roll this unique die.

My absolute favorite is Rosalina. Her die is +2 +2  2  3  4  8, which means you have a 1/3 chance of getting 2 gold when you roll, or you will roll a 2, 3, 4, or 8. Rolling 8 rocks and there is no downside on this die. Some dice make you lose coins or have straight up 0s that you can roll and I much prefer something that feels positive every turn. 

One of the best things about these dice is that each person can pick a character whose die is perfect for their play style. It adds to the “strategy” of the game and makes it feel like you are making a choice that matters. 

3) This game is MUCH better with friends. It’s more fun to laugh at friend’s misfortunes and to win together as a team with real people. Don’t get me wrong, I have a blast playing just Mike and me, but this game is meant for parties. 

4) The art is SO CUTE! With updated graphics, these lovable characters are more adorable than ever. I love Toadette’s cutie braids, Rosalina is beautiful, Yoshi is as cute as ever, even Bowser Junior, Koopa, and Dry Bones are super adorable. The maps feature awesome upgraded art from the original games tying into that emotional nostalgia from youth in the best way. This makes just watching the game enjoyable. 

5) Whomp’s Domino Ruins is an amazing map for beginner players. It has fewer feel bads than some of the other maps, is very generous, and the movement of the board when you hit an event space makes you care about your decisions as the board changes. 

6) Golden Dice are the best! +5 to any roll. This isn’t game breaking good, but it still rocks and can be used to help get a Star if you use it with correct timing and skill. 

7) Golden Warp Pipes are broken AF. You basically get a Star on your next turn, every time. 

8) Allies are really awesome, but having more than one is unfair. With Allies, you not only get a 1-2 bonus for every die roll, but you also get the choice to use their special, unique die. You can have up to 4 Allies, which means having 6 dice to choose from and getting a minimum of +4 to any die roll and as much as a +8. That’s ridiculous and frustrating to play against. 

9) High fives are a really cute feature, even if I look like a fool while I frantically wave the controller around while I try to give one. I think it’s cool that you get bonus points for high fiving your team. 

10) Teaming up with NPCs in mini-games is the worst. They act erratically and it feels like a disadvantage. This is another reason why I HIGHLY recommend that you play with friends. It’s way more fun. 

11) I love the Paparazzi mini-game! It’s so cute and fun to play. There are SO MANY mini-games. I still don’t think we’ve seen them all. It’s really awesome how many there are and how diverse the variety of games are. Some are very skill based, some reward you for having quick reflexes, some reward you for having a good memory, and some are kind of random and silly. It’s really great to have such a variety of games inside one game! 

12) This is more of a critique for the original concept of winning Stars. It should be One-Up Mushrooms that everyone is chasing after and fighting over, not Stars. Stars aren’t even that great. They don’t last that long and you still die if you fall off a cliff. If you want me to care about something, make it a sweet One-Up Mushroom. Also, I always pictured these delicious mushrooms tasting like spearmint, which only makes me want them that much more. 

Whether this is your 10th Mario Party game or your first, I hope you get the chance to check out this game! It’s super fun. And don’t get too hurt if you lose - remember this: if you win it was 100% because of your choices and if you lose it was 100% bad luck. 

#supermarioparty #video games

[transfemmbeatrice]

This is super random but - got any cute videogames OT4 headcanons you wanna share? your Psych stuff usually makes my day 10000% better

aw thanks!! i’m sorry it took me forever to respond to this but boy DO I….

first of all… mariokart. they all 4 play together and it gets HEATED. Gus mains Luigi, Shawn mains Dry Bones but dabbles in Peach, Jules mains Yoshi, and Lassie mains Bowser. I think playing becomes a weekly tradition even before they’re together, because it’s just a way to spend time together and blow off some steam but they’re all so insanely competitive that it gets… pretty intense. lamps have been broken. remotes have been thrown. victors have been crowned. one day juliet wouldn’t talk to lassiter for the entire day and when vick inquired why juliet burst into a rant about a blue shell used for spite costing her a record. but they all love it, they love being together and getting to cheer for each other and curse at each other and…. well, if your relationship can survive mariokart, it can survive pretty much anything.

shawn and gus grew up on video games. they’ve played together for as long as they can remember. they both begged their parents for the Super NES when it came out but were refused and spent the entire summer mowing lawns to afford one, which traveled between their houses as they played it constantly. now, gus is an xbox man and shawn prefers playstation but they still play together often. shawn plays a lot of shooters but he also has a soft spot for the WWE game. in general, he prefers games with interesting mechanics and engaging play to a compelling story. gus, on the other hand, LOVES a good story and plays lots of adventure games. but not the scary ones…especially not at night.

lassie started playing video games as a teen. there wasn’t a lot to do over the summer with no friends, so when he wasn’t at old sonora, he was at the arcade. he held the high score on at least 3 different machines for YEARS. as he got older, he stopped playing because he was afraid it would be seen as childish and unprofessional and victoria CERTAINLY wouldn’t approve. after their split, however, the same thing that drew him to video games as a teen drew him again–loneliness. it was something to do, something that he could feel like he accomplished, and there was no one to judge him now. he also enjoys shooters for the strategy and well…he loves guns…. but he also loves period games because, history nerd. but this was a closely guarded secret (his console and games were always safely hidden away on the rare occasion someone visited) until one day shawn and gus were having some competitive banter over a game he loved. caught between his competitiveness and his fear of judgement over being invested in video games (even though video games are p mainstream by now) he ends up saying he’s played it a few times but he’s pretty good. shawn and gus scoff, saying there’s no way they’re as good as THEM, lifelong gamers and massive nerds, and his competitive streak wins out and he begins trash talking and shawn challenges him asking what level he is which turns out to be a good 8 levels higher than either he or gus, at which point they quickly excuse themselves (but are sure to invite lassie over to play their next game night, which he hesitantly but excitedly accepts).

juliet didn’t do more than dabble until she was in college. her roommate had a playstation and what started out as a casual play ended up becoming an obsession. she’s one of those people with the annoying ability to pick up any game ridiculously fast. like gus, she favors narrative driven games, but she’ll play pretty much anything. she and gus are in a WoW guild together (she’s an elf druid, gus is a dwarf rogue) and they have frequent arguments over which final fantasy is the best one. she also loves sports game and will kick your ass at madden, full stop. no one is more terrifying during mariokart.

shawn and juliet are staunchly pro-cheat code (shawn in a limited capacity–he doesn’t think playing them as a resource management games is interesting so he’ll give himself infinite carry weight, but never godmode, while juliet just wants to fucking have FUN and will use whatever codes facilitate that–which sometimes just means breaking bethesda games for fun because why not spawn 1000 dragons??) while gus and lassie are hardline against cheat codes, because that’s not how the game is meant to be PLAYED.

they all play together fairly frequently, sometimes not even multiplayer games, just sharing the same space playing their own games and occasionally commenting on a tough boss or asking about strategy. it’s a fun interactive thing they all enjoy and can do together, and they’re often too tired from work to go out so it’s a nice way to be together and relax. i just have an image of like…the four of them cuddling and playing animal crossing together (not mariokart. there is no cuddling in mariokart).

#that's a lie there is cuddling during mariokart on more lowkey nights #when they just play rainbow road and giggle over how ridiculous it is #and play different characters and the most obnoxious and least useful vehicles #asked and answered #anonymous #psych #the ot4 #sorry this is formatted weird tumblr is being a bitch #mypsych

[m0th-punk]

This is something that's been on my mind for a long time. Long ramble under the cut

TL;DR: Grazer-razor has some of the worst black and white mentality I've ever seen and I can tell he has never critically examined his biases a day in his life.

Because I'm a terrible little gremlin who can't leave well enough alone, I've been reading these posts

Ignoring the absolute stupidity of these statements (I'm pretty sure the lack of rainbow logos is because in many middle eastern countries, homosexuality is a crime and these companies just want to make money. But I'mnot going into the nuances and implications of rainbow capitalism today.), something stood out to me.

Does Grazer... genuinely think nobody has ever criticized the Muslim faith? That we all ignore the homophobia present within the religion just because they're a minority? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I've seen even some of the most staunch leftists criticize things like their horrible treatment of homosexuality or the rampant sexism often sanctioned by radicals. Even other Muslims, especially women and lgbt+ Muslims, have been critical of these things.

It wouldn't shock me if Grazer believedthat anyone who supports Muslims believes they can do no wrong. After all, he thinks any criticism of Christianity is hatred, and dismisses any harmful things Christians do as not being "real" Christianity in a classic case of the "No True Scotsman" fallacy.

Note how he didn't even respond to the first asks comments, just accused them of being me (because obviously any time someone sees his blog it's all my fault /s)

So it seems like in Grazer's mind, there are only two options when it comes to religion: Uncritically praise and defend everything a religion does no matter how heinous it is and justify it because it's done in a God's name, or condemn anyone who practices it as hateful terrorists. Because he doesn't see people doing the former for Christians, he automatically assumes that they're doing the latter, and vice versa for Muslims.

Also note how he gets mad when muslim faith is "respected" (again, homosexuality is criminalized in many of these areas) but then demands a secular children's show cater to his religion for the sake of his precious childhood.

(Also, can we just talk about the absolute fucking cruelty in this answer? There are people out there that had their childhoods ruined by abuse, illness, losing loved ones, homelessness, poverty, bullying, near-death experiences, having their countries torn apart by war, a shitty foster care system, teen pregnancies, and so many other things that can absolutely destroy a life.  Grazer's was ruined by…  *checks notes* a cartoon character supporting gay rights and a drag queen singing a cutesy children's song.  So yeah, if that's the worst part of his childhood he's pretty damn lucky, and the fact that he has the gall to still complain absolutely makes him selfish and ignorant. It's disrespectful, plain and simple, and if he were truly a good Christian he'd have some compassion.)

Okay, so Grazer has some weird "rules for me but not for thee" shit when it comes to religion. This isn't news. Where am I going with this?

Well, turns out he has this opinion about more than just religion. Know how I know this? His response to ESRB ratings and trigger warnings.

So it seems like Grazer sees the ESRB as some sort of moral compass, in a way. Something being rated E or E10 means it's pure and good and wholly unproblematic, while anything higher means it's evil and disgusting and he can't even look at it.

This is further confirmed by this post, where he flat-out states he sees the ESRB as deeming what things are and are not morally acceptable.

Now Grazer, I'm gonna explain this as best as I can, because it seems like you don't quite understand this. Read very carefully.

This is not the purpose of the ESRB rating system.

I repeat, this is NOT the purpose of the ESRB rating system.

The ESRB does not decide on what is and is not morally correct. It simply says "This game contains these topics, and as such is most suitable for people in this age group.". That's it. It's a guideline, not a rule.

Let's take cartoon violence, for instance. It's a very common warning the ESRB puts on games. Almost every game from Mario to Sonic to Crash Bandicoot and even Monster Tale has this warning. These games are all rated E for everyone. Does this mean those games are promoting violence to children, or claiming things like Bowser kidnapping Peach or Pinstripe trying to gun down Crash are perfectly okay and morally correct? Of course not. It's simply saying that these games contain mild, non-graphic violence, but most children should be able to handle seeing it.

On the other side of the coin, let's take a look at the warnings for nudity and sexual themes. Most games that contain these topics are rated T at the lowest and AO at the highest. This obviously isn't saying that nudity and sex are inherently bad or evil. All it's saying is that these topics are best handled by adults (And, regardless of morality, it is illegal to distribute sexual content to minors unless it's meant to be educational, like a health class textbook).

A few extra points:

. Games can be rated different things in different countries. Different countries have different regulations. Do you know why the blood in Danganronpa is pink? It's because in Japan, games with excessive amounts of blood and gore are given a Z rating (Japan's equivalent to an AO rating). They got around this by making the blood pink, securing the game its desired M rating. Meanwhile here in America, Mortal Kombat is allowed to show as many graphic, brutal deaths as it wants and still receive an M rating.

. ESRB ratings are not legally enforceable. I was so convinced as a 16 year old that the employees at gamestop would try to card me or something when I was picking up a copy of Bayonetta, and I was surprised when they simply rang me up in two seconds, no questions asked. It doesn't happen. For fuck's sake, one of the first games I ever played, at the tender age of four, was Soul Edge. A T rated game. The only instance ESRB ratings are legally enforced is in the case of AO ratings, as these games often contain incredibly graphic violenceor sexual content. If this outrage is coming from the idea that certain ratings will keep younger people from playing these games from a legal standpoint, don't worry. A nine year old is not gonna get arrested for playing Among Us. Just don't buy them GTA San Andreas or Leisure Suit Larry and everything will be fine.

. No two consumers are exactly alike. While one 13 year old may be perfectly fine with the jumpscares in Amnesia, another may be too scared to even go near the piano in Super Mario 64. That doesn't mean either of these games is rated incorrectly. The ESRB is there, once again, as a recommendation for the average consumer, and doesn't take individual experience into account. An individual experience is not their responsibility. It's also on parents (or you yourself!) To decide what the consumer can or can't handle.

"But Haley," I hear you say, "What if this piece of media DOES contain something morally bad?"

Well it's simple. You are allowed to like things AND still criticize the bad parts of it.

Hold on now, I'm not telling you that it's perfectly alright to enjoy things like Birth of a Nation or anything like that! Contrary to popular belief, there are some pieces of media that are truly too steeped in hatred and morally reprehensible things to be supported, even through a critical lense. The only merit things like that have is to serve as a warning: This is a terrible thing made for terrible reasons, and we should not allow it to happen again.

But outside of those rare circumstances, it's not so cut and dry.

Let's take a piece of media i actually enjoy, for instance, so you know I'm not a hypocrite: Persona 5.

Persona 5 is easily one of my favorite games in the Persona series. It does a lot of interesting stuff, the artstyle and soundtrack are (in my opinion) the best in the series, and overall it's very enjoyable for me.

But, like anything, it's not perfect. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with the hypocrisy the game has in regards to the sexualization of teenagers. While Kamoshida is rightfully condemned for his sexualization of teenage girls and Ann's persona awakening comes from rejecting this objectification, the game and story undermine it by not only putting Ann in a sexually revealing outfit, but also making light of Ryuji's sexual harassment by adult men (Allegedly Persona 5 Royal tries to fix this by making the men drag enthusiasts who think Ryuji would look good in drag and giving them more sympathetic personalities, but it's still really weird and hypocritical of the game to do this.). The teenage protagonist is also allowed the option to date adult women, including his teacher, and the game rarely if ever touches on the problems with this.

The game's homophobia also left a bad taste in my mouth. Aside from the aforementioned men who sexually harass Ryuji, the only other canon LGBT+ character is a bar owner who is either a drag queen or a trans woman (or both?). Sure, she's portrayed as being kind and protective of the protagonist, but there isn't much room to interact with her or learn more about her. On top of that, not only can the protagonist not romantically pursue his male friends (A feature that even the SECOND persona game had), he's not even allowed to give them gifts or platonically show affection towards them without the dialogue mocking him. The game that allows a teenage boy to date his teacher won't allow him to simply give his male friends a present.

And yet, despite those criticisms, I do still enjoy the game. I don't consider the game irredeemable garbage based on those poorly handled topics alone. And I also understand that for some people, those topics make them so uncomfortable that they don't want to play the game at all, and I completely respect that.

Criticizing the things you enjoy is not only normal, it's oftentimes healthy. Being able to step back and say "I like this thing, but I don't like the bad things it's done. This thing would be better if these issues were fixed." Sure, sometimes some people tend to complain a bit too much about the media they supposedly enjoy, but for the most part being able to acknowledge the bad with the good is a good skill to have.

Oh, wait, all of this means nothing because Grazer thinks that critically enjoying things is nothing more than an excuse to consume media he doesn't personally agree with. Okay then.

So if he can't even realize something as simple as "it's okay to criticize some parts of media that you otherwise enjoy", how can he be expected to look critically at a religion that he's been raised in and around all his life?

Soooo yeah, Grazer has some serious problems with black and white thinking that he refuses to acknowledge, further worsened by the fact that he's practically been brainwashed into believing that Christianity is the ultimate moral compass that everyone should follow. I understand that this tends to be an issue for neurodivergent people, but it's not an excuse for the actions he does that are related to these things (sending death threats to the ESRB, antagonizing others, etc.

#dirty napkin #long post