#poppa things

[popawritter12]

Yandere! Lin Kuei clan x Fem! Reader

Author's Notes: GUYS I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYONE LOVES BI-HAN (Yes, probably because he has terrible tits- BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT). I think that he is bitter from start to finish but IDK there are colors for tastes.

Also, this one-shots is from a Wattpad request

(Don't let my favoritism towards Tomas be noticed jsadhjasfa <;3)

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Yandere Characters: Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas Vrbada, (mention of Sektor and Bi-han, Kuai Liang and Tomas's father)

From the video game/manga/anime/series/movie: Mortal Kombat 1 (World of "the new age" as I investigated)

Case: Confinement, forced adoption, unhealthy obsession, extremely strange "family" relationships.

Warnings: NO, SUB-ZERO'S FATHER AND DOES NOT WANT TO FUCK THE PROTAGONIST, HE WAS OBSESSED WITH HAVING HER AS A DAUGHTER (I'll clarify just in case)

Finished: Yes

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You still had vague memories of the last time you were free, or the last time you were with your mother. For many nights the question of your mother's whereabouts echoed in your head. However, it wasn't that long before your father's disappearance knocked on your door.

In the middle of the night, a group of warriors from the Lin Kuei clan found your dying father, who only had one last wish; Let the men who found him take care of his little daughter.

He didn't know them, he didn't even know their names, but something in his heart pumped in such a way that it only announced his time, and only "Protect my daughter" came out of his mouth.

He didn't even know why he said it, but in his heart there was only the desire to protect that little girl that he adored so much.

The warriors who were in charge of burying your father had to notify you of your existence, and the existence of a now orphaned girl generated some curiosity in several warriors.

And when the leader of that generation of warriors learned who the man who had died was, he only generated some surprise and anger.

It is there that, after asking the universe so much and mainly asking himself what he should do, he decided to call a clan meeting.

In the midst of all the doubts about why the leader called all the Lin Kuei, there was only one sentence which unleashed the beginning of chaos.

—One of my best friends, one of the people I loved most in my life, died in the hands of some thieves —The man began —, and his daughter, (Name) (Last name), is lost in the middle of the crowd, in "A town not far from here." The man looked up, the crowd realizing the seriousness in his words. His last wish, as the father of a little girl, and of a warrior who once belonged to this clan, is that we take care of his first-born daughter.

All the men and women present noticed that, amidst all the façade of concern for a friend's last will, they noticed that there was a hint of insecurity behind his words. It was a sensation that generated some intrigue as to who this young woman was.

—I strongly request that you investigate her whereabouts, and bring her to be part of the Lin Kuei from now on.

The chaos had begun, and the woman behind the mirror only longed for one thing from the bottom of her soul; May she find an escape from the chaos that was to come.

Even Liu Kang himself had a bad feeling, which heralded a change in the most powerful clan in the entire land. A change which began a breakdown in the clan's principles.

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The dawn marked her presence in an imposing manner with its tormenting solar rays, while the crowing of the roosters echoed in all the nearby fields, a harmonious song that seemed to strain their vocal cords just to cause such a noise. And it was a noise that was as annoying as cutting onions.

The glass of the window collided with the first rays of the sun, and the temperature of the room began to rise where the solar lights shine. And just as those lights collided with the fabrics covering the young woman's body, a grunt of protest came from her, her body moving off the mattress, the friction making soft noises throughout the room as she felt the cold of the dark wood against her. the transparent fabrics.

Even with the discomfort of the floor, her heavy, closed eyelids refused to move even an inch, and her muscles only relaxed against the coldness of the wood.

Three soft knocks against the wood sounded from the other side, while the young woman only pressed her face against her wrinkled pillow.

—(Name), Are you awake?

She pretended not to know anything, and her head was cradled against the soft, cotton-filled fabric. Her fingers approached the fabric that covered the rest of her body, and her nails dug against the loom, only dragging to cover a part of her jaw and leave the soles of her feet. in the air.

—(Name), I'm going to pass.

The screech of wood opening and old metal moving invaded the woman's ears, generating a certain tremor in her eardrums. But even then, pr

He continued without separating his eyelids.

The man moved quietly, the softness of his steps at the same time as he tried not to move too much to the bed. The soft aroma of the lavender scented sheets and the sound of the leaves moving to the sound of the wind, gently colliding against the wood of the house. With each step, he just tried to see throughout the room some trace of disorder, but he was all pretty well done to make a complaint.

Since the girl took charge of issuing a complaint when she felt how her only free hand was suppressed against the ground.

The man took several steps back, now giving more firmness to his posture in his final retreat.

—What the hell is wrong with you?!

The brown-haired man's gaze lowered gently, noticing how a figure emerged from the ground, barely lifting his body. A sudden movement of the woman's wrist was heard as more moans came from her lips.

—That hurts… —she whispered with her voice barely high-pitched.

The man noticed the mistake he had made in taking steps, and only gasped angrily, lowering his shoulders along with the tension in his body.

—Are you sleeping on the floor again?!

—Stepping on my hand again, Liang?!

The two exchanged glances after a few seconds, a stinging pain spreading tension and burning through the skin and muscles of her injured limb.

—How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't sleep on the floor? —The man in yellowish clothes complained —, it's not healthy, and you leave everything lying around as soon as you get up.

—Yes, yes, yes… Whatever you say —The woman clicked her tongue, —, not even your dad was so complaining about me sleeping on the floor.

The man rolled his eyes, before kneeling on his feet. His gaze was fixed on the injured skin, and the circular movement that (Last Name) exerted with her wrist, trying to keep her body from focusing on the stinging burning in her hand. A somewhat heavy sigh left him, before her hand took his hand, her fingers taking gentle walks over her skin.

—It hurts?

A question so stupid but so loaded with worry that he asked her between nausea and wanting to jizz in her face, but he just shook his head, taking her wrist now. The man, even with his muscular build, allowed himself to be manipulated by the woman's soft movements.

—Yes, you idiot —she joked, before releasing the wrist of the man in front of her —, but I just need an ointment to calm the pain."

The look of doubt on her face didn't leave her grimace, but she just accepted her hasty excuse.

—Why did you come so early? —The woman asked, before taking the pillow and placing it on the mattress again.

Liang wasn't specifically someone who liked to interrupt people, especially her, so the few times he did, it wasn't especially for pleasure.

—Things happened, —he whispered, before moving from her position to get back up. —Can you go to the living room? Tomas wanted to tell you something.

The woman's face scrunched up a little, confused as to why the gray-haired man wanted to talk to her, but she assumed it was some kind of warning or something.

—Alright.

She gave gentle tugs on her muscles before moving her feet to stand up. The woman looked quite overwhelmed by the lights coming from her window, but she just ran her palms across her eyes, her back leaning back solely to stretch her lower back muscles.

It had been some time since the war, and she heard only prattle of the events of the great war that had been fought between this world and others. For some reason, a deja vu passed through (Name)'s mind after hearing what happened during those fights, as if in her soul, she knew something about the events of the war.

However, she just shook her head. The grimace on her face changed to a gentle smile as she greeted some newcomers from the clan, while her rigid body became accustomed to moving around the large place that until that day you dared to call home.

And at one point, she ran into someone particularly well-known, mostly because of her distinctive hair color. She smiled, giving a gentle click of her tongue against her teeth as her steps quickened a little, but maintained a certain stealth.

(Name), being close enough to the man —Particularly a couple of centimeters from his body, or rather her back—, she almost jumped on top of him, wrapping her arms around the edge of the waist of her. A soft gasp came from the man, his body generating some tension as he felt her hands so close to the gray garments, gently squeezing the fabric against his skin.

The man smiled after realizing who had made such a 'deadly attack', and her shoulders released their tension after a few seconds.

—Hello, (Name) —The man greeted.

The woman smiled, before walking away from him.

—How have you been, Tomás? —The woman asked, now located next to him.

—I'm better than I expected, luckily, —he replied, his gaze escaping to rom where he was looking to admire the girl next to him.

The two exchanged words, a conventional conversation typical of two people who had known each other for years that resembled a sibling relationship more than anything else. However, that was the thought the woman had about how they both looked in the eyes of other people.

He told her what the end of the war was like, and the "extra jobs" that both he and his brother did after said event. Even as boring as what he explained to her was, you just nodded silently while he continued talking to her.

But, to (Name)'s surprise, the people that she previously found everywhere around the house began to leave, or rather, began to stop appearing in her circle of vision, but the woman was not very focused.

It wasn't long before they arrived at a vast place full of plants and flowers, the bright colors spread harmoniously throughout the place, with a table in the middle of the grass. From the warmest colors to the coldest and dullest adorned the place, while the metal table and chairs of the same material with a spongy padding on the part where the weight of the body rested.

It was a special place for her, being one of the few outdoor places that she could access without having to ask the grandmaster for permission, and one where she hung out the most with your best clan friends.

When you sat down, Tomas sat next to her, his words pausing for a second as both of them gazed at the soft colors that adorned the garden.

—(Name) —He called you.

—Yeah?

—There's something I've wanted to tell you for a while —the man said, —, it's something I wanted to tell you but I never found the words to say it correctly.

—Well, that's new. —She leans back gently against the chair —, so, tell me.

—It's… complicated, you know? After so long of us being friends.

Her words seemed to take a very obvious direction, but the young woman did not seem very excited, just curious about what her best friend wanted to tell her.

—It sounds like something important, may I know what it is?

But there was no response, and not specifically because Smoke wanted it that way.

—Smoke! —A scream was heard in the distance.

Both of them looked at who called the man near them, turning out to be the young man that you and Smoke had known for a long time, but never as well as Smoke or Bi-Han, or his brother.

—Sector? —Smoke asks, intrigued —what's going on?

He stands up from the chair, moving to stand in front of she. She didn't notice it because she only saw his back, but there was a serious grimace on his face, knowing that a bad event was approaching.

—I need to talk with you.

His brow furrowed, as that feeling in his head that something bad was about to happen grew like a graph rising exponentially. The gray-haired man asked her to go to her room, which confused her, after all, why did she need to get away from someone she knew as well as Sektor?

She shook her head, her eyes closing for a moment before she snapped back to reality, and decided to get up. Obeying the request—although it was more like an order—from her best friend, she couldn't even say goodbye to Sektor, because the tension in the air didn't allow it.

She left the garden, getting away from everything to be able to access her inner thoughts, which you always kept locked in her room. In her face, which was always that of someone carefree, dropped to a thoughtful grimace; It had been several weeks since she stopped seeing Bi-Han, and both Liang and Smoke refused to talk to her about him, dodging your question almost in an Olympic manner.

You shook your head, trying not to go overboard with her thoughts, so as to vent the darkness of her soul on pages full of ink in Morse code. However, when she opened the door, she was surprised that someone was already waiting for her.

With his characteristic bluish clothes accompanied by his hair tied up and a permanently serious face in any situation —which he did not let her see because he had his back to you—, she saw him, the man from whom she heared so much expected even to know his whereabouts.

—"It is then that, by mere self-awareness, I notice that nothing is the same. For a long time I mistakenly thought that they were only kind to me, but inside me, very buried deep in my soul, I knew that the lie was extensive, a which had invaded my life and brought me to a point of no return, now I ask myself, over and over again, what can I do to escape them?"

A noise of piles of pages suddenly colliding with others in a book is heard. It is then that he extends that dusty book into your range of vision, allowing you to see where he had gotten those words from.

—I always figured you weren't as dumb as the former grandmaster led us to believe, —Bi-Han explained, his serious voice sounding surprisingly relaxed —after all, you were going to be my wife one day.

The woman shook her head, her jaw rubbing against her bottom and top teeth.

—My father taught me that I should get a woman who had a lot of intelligence, one who could help me and that I would give her the same help in return —He began his explanation—, and when he picked you up from that house, I thought you were going to be that woman.

He got up from the ground, while (Name) stepped back, but the moment she wanted to open the door and leave, she realized that it was closed, and locked. When trying to push against the door, someone responded by exerting much more pressure against the wood to prevent it from being opened.

—But, I was unpleasantly surprised that he didn't want you for that —The man threw her book on the bed —, he wanted you for himself, he wanted you to be his perfect daughter, the girl who was destined for a life of her own. , or rather, to a life with him.

She shook her head again and again, her gaze dropping to the ground, fixating on the remains of destroyed metal on the ground in front of the window.

—He wanted you for himself, he wanted you to be just his daughter until the end of his life, and that when he died, you would be left alone, taking care of this place as if it were yours —The man gritted his teeth —, and he became obsessed with the idea that you really were his blood daughter.

The woman's heart palpitations were such that it seemed like it was threatening to break the bones in her chest, she felt as if the air did not seem to reach completely into her lungs, as if it had stopped in the middle of the breath. veins of her.

—Kuai Liang and Smoke believed the same thing, that you were destined to give them orders, and they took care of you in a cradle of gold —He continued, now taking slow but forceful steps towards her —, you grew up away from the world, and they taught you what was necessary to that you could do everything from here.

She shook her head, her hands going to her ears, applying pressure, as if she wanted not to hear the reality behind the man's words, however, he took the woman's hands, easily forcing them to stay in her ears. shoulders.

—And Liang and Smoke became obsessed with the idea that you were weak, that you needed protection, that you were destined to lead from this damn room while they risked their lives for you—He press her hands against the wall—but I know better than that. You deserve so much more than that, someone like you needs much more than these four walls.

Her cries of denial echoed through the room, a wish that someone would magically appear and save her from Bi-Han's words. But she knew it was reality, that she couldn't deny the fact that she was like a bird in a cage full of harmless traps to keep it locked there.

—I will give you the life you deserve, and I will not let either of these two interfere in our destiny —He brought her face closer to her neck, pressing gently—. I am not alone, both Sektor and other Lin Kuei know what your destiny is, and they are willing to do everything to make it come true.

The poor woman sobbed, her arms too weak to fight someone as big as him.

But then, an explosion of smoke covered the place, while both of them heard the door being torn out. One arm took hold of her waist, taking hold of her body and stepping back with her in her arms.

—I knew they were up to something, —Liang whispered, before setting her down again —. Don't you understand that this is not right?

Smoke took her into her arms, pressing her face against her neck, while her hands clung to her body.

—You speak as if you know what she wants, —Bi-han replies, leaving the room —. Do you really think that someone like her deserves to be locked up in this place forever?

—Shut up now!.

It was the first time in a long time since she had heard Kuai Liang respond with such aggression, and in fact, she had never heard him speak with such expressions of anger.

—You don't know her, you just made yourself sick with the idea that she deserved to be by your side —Liang says, taking the blade out of his pocket —You already betrayed all of our father's will, what do you think gives you the right to also kidnap our future leader?

It was strange to hear him use that word, being that the idea that she was secretly in charge of keeping the clan alive in the new generations, but now that that idea had become a reality, she just wished it was a lie, an ugly one and horrendous lie.

Smoke walked away from the fight, carrying (Name) in his arms to safety place.

She knew the truth, she knew she had to take a path, one that was always going to be linked to obsession, and a sick feeling of horror invaded her chest at the idea that, wherever she went, it would always be the same.

Sorry if it took me too long, I was working on some headcanons that I had pending on Tumblr, soon there will be more one-shots and headcanons <3

[killerofmilanesas12]

Hello,

Chances are you're reading this through the link in my main account.

I'm trying to recover my activity on the platform, so I'll try to make at least one weekly post <3.

Some warnings:

1-On this account there will be exclusively NSFW posts. And obviously they will be mixed with Yandere.

2-Mainly they will be loose ideas or loose headcanons related to NSFW.

3-My master list is in the main profile, don't hesitate to go see it ;)

[pinkmirth]

random lil headcanon of mine: reiner has a female kitty, which makes him a girl dad! her name is brownie and he loves her veryyy much <3

[gorillaxyz]

i cant take it anymore

[gotham--fc]

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[meowydoe]

I love Poppa so much. You don’t get it like I do

[kedreeva]

(its me, thr little bitch who has takenover your inbox lately in retaliation for your stranger things fuckery taking over my brain)

I eant you yo knoe that i fid Not in fact watch ep3 but neither did i go to sleeo amd kts almost 6am amd the reason why? Cause i really wanted to know what fucking happens in this ine new fuckinv st fic i stumbled upon that was like 50k long goddamn it

I attempted reading your reply to my previous asl in order to reply to that now but i am currently so tired that i have forgit everything i read si yeah that gonna have to eait until the sun comes up

I would love to reply to the *checks* 28 other asks you've sent today (I have read all of them in my spare minutes, you made today survivable) but I have been awake since 5:30am and either driving or drawing blood from birds for the last 15 hours straight so I'm afraid it's bedtime first.

But please know I'm so stoked for you to have finished season 1!! AND I TOLD YOU IT WAS GOOD.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

[mrsalenko]

i never had this problem with my voice before with stress. it’s like this new thing. i actually have no idea if it’s physical or psychosomatic. it’s been like it for months and months, ever since i moved.

[riosnecktattoo]

everything about 4x03 succession felt eerily realistic. so painful to watch

[amongthezinnias]

Mental bad times + Big Poppa stuck in my head for the last several hours 🪩

[popawritter12]

Can you write about a Yandere Smoke x reader?

Author's Note: Hello Anon! I wanted to let you know two things. 1-Since you didn't specify I took the idea of making a short story, and I'm sorry if you wanted a headcanon but I wanted to make a one-shot of this guy for a long time <3 2-The gender of the reader will be female because it was not specified. In case you want to change it, send it aside so he can do it like this <3. With this already warned, enjoy the short story, anon!

Yandere! Smoke x Female! Reader

This didn't have to end like this, but it did. In her image, she thought that he was just another friend, a companion on her long journey called life, or even someone whose wisdom could help her and be guide in her most complex moments.

So how did it ended up like this?

The blood spurting with each blow, the wet sound of flesh against liquid, and pure and audible cries, but that only both of them could hear. It was an image of a vivid horror story that they told her at your young age of 5.

But he thought that he was doing it in the name of love, in the name of something so pure and beautiful that it made him want to stay alive, to want to continue fighting for what he considers right, and mainly, to fight to get his beloved.

But if that feeling was so pure, why was he so cruelly harming another person especially that person whom his darling adored so much? Why did he try so hard to spill his blood on his hands, caking his skin and filling the environment with a smell as dirty as blood clotted in someone's body escaping from inside of someone?

That question plagued the mind of the young darling, who wanted to try to help her beloved, that person whom she was going to give her life a thousand times, but unfortunately on this occasion she did not know that he was going to allow her to do that; He was forbidden to harm her, he was forbidden to hurt her and he was only allowed to love her and be able to be the only one to look her in the eyes and tell her how much he missed or love her. No one else, not even the stupid guy she had clumsily fallen in love with had the right to such a privilege, much less when it was someone she didn't have even the positive characteristics of.

However even with the fact that he believed it was enough to receive that person's love, she did not love him; He wondered countless nights why she never noticed him, only giving him superficial smiles or innocent glances of admiration.

He never found the answer, obviously. Much less was he going to find him punching and abusing the man beneath him so fiercely, hitting and damaging his skin and causing irreversible pain to his muscles and risking his bones breaking from the blows or even breaking. He dared to think about using his blade, wanting to expose the inside of his skin and open all the holes possible to ensure that he would never get up from the ground again, much less see that person again, see his loved one, someone whom he loved. I never deserved it in the first place.

He knew he was wrong, hell he knew it. But something in his heart was screaming at him to do it, and his mind was too corrupted to believe he was doing anything wrong, especially trying to wrap his head around the fact that it would be wrong to harm someone who was trying to take him away from what made him happy. Someone which tried to directly harm him by taking away the love of someone he wanted so much, someone for whom he would give his life over and over millions and millions of times. He wanted to be selfish once, but that man forbade it, that man was the only one who got in the way.

No one else had done it, no one else had even dared to stand in front of him and say no, to deny him the fact that he was not going to be loved by her, least of him, least of all this man whom he had rarely seen, and who since the first time he saw how his hands ran over his darling's body, he only wanted to see him die again and again. He wanted to torture him in the most grotesque and inhuman ways imaginable or ever seen by a human being, but he would have to limit himself; He couldn't afford to be so cruel in front of his darling.

After what he considered a short period of time, he finally stopped; His hands stopped moving as did the corpse beneath him, the red liquid was pouring from his hands and he felt slightly disgusted by the fact that he had gotten so dirty, that he had allowed himself to make such a mistake and not be more cautious. But that didn't matter anymore, I didn't care if anyone discovered this, he didn't care if someone else tried to stop him along the way because he knew that he knew at that moment that he was going to eliminate him, it didn't matter if they were his adoptive brothers or even the clan he dared to call family, he was willing to take on everyone if it meant holding her in his arms, if it meant receiving even a little love from her or even a simple kiss on the cheek, then he would.

Of course he forgot to mention the fact of how terrified she was, the trembling that was in her body and the babbles of inconsolable crying and cries for help echoed throughout the place like an empty echo, but it was just that; an empty echo, in an area abandoned by the gods.

Just knowing that he fixed his gaze on her, she knew that her fate was doomed; she was never strong enough to win even a beginner in the Lin Kuei clan, then it was much less likely that she would be able to even make Tomas take a step back.

So the only option was to try to escape, but even that was useless; She didn't have any special abilities that made her stand out. And that same lack of ability was what made her believe that she was going to have a quiet life, far from any kind of danger. And it was a shame for her and those around her to know that just relating to a single person had doomed her entire existence, something as grotesque as being reduced to a mere object, as being reduced to someone's property, and much more from a man who was so sick that he wanted to separate her from everyone, and have her only for himself.

While his hurried footsteps echoed throughout the forest in an almost deaf way, she had blurry images of the last time she had seen him before this fateful day, she had denied him being her partner since she had already entered into the relationship. with someone she truly loved, and she was not willing to submit to such torture as being with someone she did not love, much less someone who had already had aggressive tendencies towards other people or even towards her if she did not accept what she did. that he asked for.

And when she had denied him, he just walked away without saying a single word, she thought that he would be fine, that he was just going to feel a little down for a couple of weeks and then he would be back to his normal self, or even might even to find someone else, someone who would truly love him. But that was not possible, much less due to the fact that he was already willing to do anything before proposing, and now that he had already passed and had nothing to lose, he only had to take one last risk.

And that risk was the most extreme and horrendous of all but he was willing to do it. Even if his soul wished with all his heart not to, he was already too corrupted by the idea that she truly loved him, and that this was just a mere stage of denial.

The sobs only made the journey longer and more painful, the images and memory of the man's voice asking for help and giving his last breaths like a pig about to be dismembered only caused the cries to become stronger, more painful and generating more irritation and weight in her chest, and mainly, in her soul.

But she didn't get very far and noticed it when blood began to flow from her leg.

The feeling of being stabbed was an idea that had always crossed his mind, it was mainly because he had never experienced such a display of aggression due to the pacifism in her village and in her world in general, and now that she felt it, the only she wanted to die. She just wanted her heart ripped out and finally rest in peace; She didn't know if it was mainly because of the context or the fact that it was as horrible as having a tooth pulled, or because of how deep the knife had gone, but if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that the muscle in her left calf had never I would be the same again.

Her legs landed against the ground, she had to feel like small leaves were what cushioned her fall with small twigs and stones generating some pain and discomfort, then her thighs fell. And the last thing she remembered was the impact of her head against the ground, taking into account the contact against a pile of dirt, which was the only thing that functioned as a pillow for her face, even generating a small feeling in her of drowsiness, thinking that maybe she was going to wake up from that dream, that maybe and just maybe all this death and all this spilled blood was just a product of her twisted imagination.

And when she opened her eyes, the nightmare had only taken a new form, as if it had evolved.

Her hands wrapped around her with a rope very firmly behind her lower back, her ankles chained together, being joined by a chain to which she was heavy just to move. And a room whose setting only reminded her of Tomas, but something was different.

She had already known the gray-haired man as someone organized, quite calm and someone she admired because she always dreamed of being someone as organized or soft as him. However, when she looked around and thought that it was obviously her room, she only saw the dust and certain remains of clothing which she recognized as hers, stored and organized in a poor way, folded in a hasty and poorly organized manner, even reaching to protrude or fall to the ground.

The first time she had heard about this room was from a close friend of hers, who always described it as well organized or always clean. So it was surprising to her to know what had happened to her. Was this the effect that had been a symptom of her obsession?

She was immersed in her thoughts, she heard the footsteps outside the room on the other side of the door, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he returned, and her heart began to beat much faster at the simple thought of that he would return to make her God knows what.

But he hadn't shown up, he hadn't shown up for a few hours, a plate of food in his hands with a drink in his other hand.

He was quite gentle, being friendly, even smiling nervously a couple of times when she least expected it. A grimace between his lips only clashed with the fact of what had happened just a day ago, as if he had changed his personality, as if this was not the Tomas she had met that day.

As she chewed her food, her vacant gaze met his, and in response he smiled goofily, sometimes asking if she needed anything else. He acted like a husband worried about his wife, and that thought only wrinkled the young woman's heart from the disgust she felt.

But she didn't say anything, she couldn't open her mouth unless it was to stuff another piece of food into her lips.

You want to know why?

Because she was afraid of him.

And the worst thing was that she felt so insignificant next to him.

She knew what he was capable of, but even having her body and soul in her hands, knowing that he had the possibility of harming her, using her and killing her whenever she wanted, she He never touched her.

The only time she did it was before asking if she wanted to do it. And they were things as minimal as a hug or caressing her hair.

Oh yes, he wanted a lot of affection too.

As the days went by, it became customary for him to ask if she wanted a hug or a kiss. And although at first she flatly refused to let him even dare to lay a finger on her, as time went by she only agreed from time to time, after all, she was human too. And she also longed to feel the warm feeling of being hugged and loved by someone.

And well, while she never developed feelings for him, she learned not to be so afraid of him. More than anything because of how he behaved with her.

Sometimes he brought her gifts, like clothes or things that she liked, and on her birthday he would take her out for a walk around the area. Let's not even talk about how she behaves in difficult times for him.

Sometimes he just asks to lay her head on his darling's lap and rest, even if is under the illusion that she really loves him, and that she clings to him as much as he clings to her.

Sometimes the woman notices that he's lost, or even regrets certain things, but when she asks him, he never responds with something like "Oh right, I discovered that what I do is wrong, now I free you <;3", but she knew that it would take too long when those repressed thoughts inside his heart explode, and she would have to know how to take advantage of that moment.

He is sweet and sometimes even so sweet that it makes her sick, and very rarely she can figure out why he refuses to let her go, but she also doesn't want to know more than she already knows.

He loves her, and that's the only information she has about it.

[cinemedios]

¡"Stranger Things 5" ya tiene nuevo cast!

Conoce a las nuevas caras que veremos en Stranger Things 5.

[cleopatrachampagne]

*my bff texts me while i’m chilling with the fam*

my mom (panicked/angry): who the hell is big poppa and why is he calling you?!?!?

me: it’s just claire. that’s been her name in my phone forever.

my mom: wtf?

me:

[clvric]

eav calling her parents ‘momma’ and ‘poppa’ respectively 🙏

[triassictriserratops]

the hand kiss thing Peeta did in the cave?

"I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips. I remember my father doing this very thing to my mother and I wonder where Peeta picked it up. Surely not from his father and the witch."

I'm fully convinced that he saw Mr. Everdeen do that to Mrs. Everdeen one day, when the entire Everdeen family was out in town.

In my head it was a Harvest Festival. Peeta (aged 9) was working a booth with his family and wasn't allowed to join for the dancing until his turn to man the booth was over.

He saw the Everdeen girls heading over to the booth, a 5 year old Prim practically running to look at the pretty cookies and cupcakes, with Katniss running behind to catch up with her freakish toddler speed. Catching up and holding onto her hand so she didn't try to grab one of the cakes from the table. Instead, Katniss picked Prim up and settled her on her hip, so Prim could enjoy looking at the cupcakes, which was all she really wanted to do.

Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen came strolling up behind them. Mr. Everdeen laughing jovially and saying "That's a pretty quick waddle there, little duck. Good thing my little hummingbird was fast enough to catch you." Mrs. Everdeen was embarrassed and apologized to the Mellarks for the bother.

Peeta's mom scoffed and walked to the back of the booth muttering about "brats and indulgent parents". Peeta's dad glanced nervously at her loud, retreating back, an embarrassed red tint creeping up his neck, before clearing his throat and telling them that Peeta would be glad to assist if they would like anything from the booth. He then turned around and went to follow his wife, a stiffness in his shoulders.

Prim pointed at the singular cupcake with a flower design. Three white petals with green leaves like arrowheads. Peeta had put it out especially hoping Katniss would see it. Now that he had graduated to frosting the cakes, he'd been working on this design for months.

Mr. Everdeen gazed down at where Prim was pointing and raised his eyebrows with a smile. He winked at Peeta. "My compliments to the baker, they know their designs. We'll take that one."

Peeta, standing a little taller at the positive words, carefully set aside the cupcake on a napkin and handed it to Katniss, who had set Prim down on the ground.

"Thank you, Poppa" she said. She gazed down at the cupcake for a moment before (slowly and deliberately) breaking the treat in half. She gave the bigger half to Prim but kept the small half, with the delicate petal design, for herself. Wrapping it in the napkin as if saving it for later. Peeta was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to see if she liked it.

Mrs. Everdeen reached down to pick Prim up and settled her on her own hip, while wiping some frosting off of her cheek. Mr. Everdeen grabbed the hand she'd used, now with a bit of frosting on the tip of a finger, and gave it a lick, making Mrs. Everdeen blush and laugh, trying to pull her hand away.

Before letting her hand go, he pulled it back up to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of her hand. Katniss grabbed her father's other hand and the family turned and walked away to join the rest of the festivities.

Peeta watched them walk away, feeling a sense of sadness and jealousy over something he couldn't really name. But he knew that what he saw was something special. Something that should happen more in the world.

And he never forgot it.