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leggerefiore · 1 year

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we already know how the submas brothers deal with a s/o who's sick, but how about author's choice of headcanons for characters taking care of their s/os? (the recent cold weather in my area has caused me to develop an ear issue, tbh i know cyrus probably wouldn't help but the image of emotion man failing to heat up soup in a microwave makes me feel a little better,,)

ear pains are the worst. my sinuses clogged and my ears wouldn't pop and I wanted to Die.

characters: Cyrus, Volo, Elesa, and Irida

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Terror after you begin to show symptoms. His emotions come flooding back to him, and you are being notably avoided. Cyrus knows he seems cruel, but he wants to avoid getting sick. The very idea would set him back by who knows how much and annoys him. He is kind enough to buy you whatever you request, but it is left outside your bedroom door in a basket.

☄️ As stated, he's buying you whatever you want. If you, for whatever reason, wanted some food dish that is insanely expensive and doesn't require him preparing it, you'll have it. He just won't hand it off to you directly. Poor guy approaches you in gloves, mask, and goggles if he has to. He procures all kinds of medicines for you. Too much. You are certain to be bought every form of ibuprofen for some reason.

☄️ After he notices your lack of appetite, be it from being unconscious for many hours or just being too exhausted to do anything, he sighs and accepts his fate. People avoid the canned soup aisle as he stares at the options intensely. He has no idea which of these works best. You wake up to a knock on the door and French onion soup in a bowl. You wonder his plans.

☄️ Even if you're crying in front of him (his literal one weakness), he is refusing to touch you. The Team Galactic Boss does not want to be ill. Ever. The idea of his admins funnelling into his apartment annoyed him. Though, he does feel awful for your condition. You get a Weavile or Crobat to cuddle with, depending on your preference. (Crobat makes a great pillow, but Weavile's purrs help with headaches. Choose wisely.)

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Everything felt bad. Your head pounded, your throat tickled, every time you coughed or sneezed you felt more and more upset. The stuffiness allowed no more blowing your nose for now. Tears blurred your eyes as you felt alone. Hiccuping quietly to yourself, you reached for the tissues. A knock suddenly rasped from the door, a deep voice called out to you, “I am home and I brought more medicine.” You sighed. Cyrus did not seem to grasp that you had more than enough. The sound of a pokeball opening rang out, and a familiar cry soon followed. “Once more, I am apologetic that you have fallen ill. I hope my pokemon is a nice enough substitute for me in this time,” Cyrus spoke with finality before waking off. You laughed until you coughed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Gross, he says, stepping away from you. He immediately tells you that you pushed yourself too far for Team Galaxy and demands you rest for a day or two. His friendly demeanour is always there, but always made you remember everything that happened between you both. You do as he says and wake up to a steaming cup of tea beside you alongside a warm rag on your forehead. It's obvious this was either his or Cogita's actions.

⭐️ He brings you whatever he thinks can help you with your symptoms. There's little in proper medicine during this period of time, but you get meals cooked with medicinal leeks and oran berries quite often. His concern is oddly apparent. You then remember that even things like the cold had a decent fatality rate in this time period. You're gifted little trinkets, too, that he thinks may help make you feel better.

⭐️ He's no cook, but having been on his own for a while, he does know how to make things that at least fall under edible. You awake to more of his medicinal soup at your bedside and start feeling a strange warmth in your chest despite the fog in your brain from sickness. Volo can be oddly sweet in his own way.

⭐️ He's not cuddling with you, even if you're begging him to. Volo will, however, sit near you and speak with you. You're updated on goings-on in Hisui and wonder how he manages to get this information despite having “vanished.” Sometimes, his hand drifts near yours and holds it for a moment. The soft warmth from him is much appreciated. You do swear that you wake up and feel a warm spot in the futon beside you, but Volo never is around for you to question when it happens.

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You woke up from a nightmare, desperately gasping for air. The sudden amounts of air triggered a coughing fit and had you leaning forward as your head throbbed from the sinus pressure swelling in your head. The door to your small, shared home slid open, and a hand rubbed your back. Volo's hair was down and running over his shoulders gorgeously as his stormy eye gazed at you intensely. The emotional high came down, and you managed to regain your breath. Laying back down, you sighed as he ringed out a rag to lay across your forehead. “… If only this happened after you received the last of the plates,” he sighed, “Do get better, my angel.” You nodded and sneezed into a hand cloth. He grimaced. His face almost made you laugh.

⚡️Elesa🌟

⭐️ Panics when you start showing symptoms. Immediately searching whatever could be wrong with you while also forcing you to lay down. A humidifier is plugged and tissues are left on the bedside table. Her next thoughts are if she needs to take off work and what to do if she gets sick, too. She tries to recall what she knows about sickness and debates asking help from her friends.

⭐️ She goes to buy medicine and returns with a distressing amount. The idea of seeing you in pain bothers her too much. She's quickly concocting a potion of medications, but you'll likely need to ask her to slow it down a little. She's just worried for you, in the end, but her panic results in a potion of bone hurting more than a cold cure. Small gifts of chocolates or similar things are left for you, too, as a surprise.

⭐️ Her cooking is not… the best. She's a busy woman that doesn't have the time to settle down and cook, but she does know a guy. A certain train adjacent man comes over and helps her make soup for you, to which she eagerly gifts you while offering to feed you. If you're feeling lethargic enough, there probably won't be a question, just your girlfriend making sure you eat something. (She also aggressively makes health teas for you to drink to help you stay hydrated and get some extra vitamins you might be lacking).

⭐️ She knows she shouldn't, but seeing you so ill and pitiful, she crawls into bed with you and cuddles you. Elesa tries to massage your temples to help with any head pain and presses a sneaky kiss or two to your cheek. The gym leader coos over your weakened state while trying to make sure you feel comfortable. She also leaves her Ampharos to keep you company as a cuddly friend when she has work.

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You coughed so hard that your head pulsed with pain during each nearly involuntary actions. It was unknown where you caught this vulgar affliction, but when you found out, you would attack whoever passed it along. Ampharos nuzzled into you with a quiet bleat. Electric types always held a pleasant warmth. Just as you were drifting off from the soft comfort of your girlfriend's pokemon, the door of the room opened. Elesa peered in carefully, steaming bowl of soup in her hands. “Oh!” her face grew flustered, “Sorry, sweetie… Ingo brought you some more soup, since he was worried when I said you really weren't eating a lot.” She held the bowl forward. You smiled. Her friends were extremely kind. “It's okay,” you managed to respond, “His cooking is really nice; I'll have some.” She giggled and took a seat beside you, setting the bowl on the night stand. You managed to raise up from the embrace of the sheep and enjoy a nice meal with some banter from your lover.

❄️Irida🦪

⚪️ Poor thing is heavily concerned when you get sick. Obviously, getting sick in this time period isn't something preferred. Especially when you're a member of a rural clan in a region that has had little to no modern development. She demands that you take time off from your Survey Corps work and rest. Irida will go to Kamado if you don't request it yourself. Preferably, too, she can keep you in the Pearl Settlement, but she also acknowledges the benefit of the Galaxy Team's more advanced medical knowledge.

⚪️ Medicine isn't exactly the same as it is modernly, so you're more likely given herbal teas and ground up spices to help with your affliction. If you need to be cooled, she leaves her dear Glaceon at your side, but if you need to be warmed, you're given her Flareon. There's little she can do outside of keeling you company and hoping you get better. She may start hunting for a Blissey if her concern gets bad enough. The legends of their caring natures and healing capabilities aren't unknown to her, after all.

⚪️ You are often shaken awake from your sickness induced slumber to be offered a warm bowl of soup with plenty of medicinal leaks and oran berries inside to help with your health or a tea that's made from herbs that are believed to help manage pain and sickness. She's incredibly soft in these moments, chiding you lightly about not getting proper nutrients. The Pearl Clan leader knows she's seen you go against Noble pokemon at their most powerful, but she can't help but worry. Maybe using all your energy against them left you vulnerable. She'd try to ask the Sinnoh for help, but you captured it. (This helps her believe you'll get better. After all, no ordinary person could capture such powerful pokemon and wield them.)

⚪️ She does maintain a slight distance until you're seemingly getting better. Irida would remain at your beside during the worst parts of your sickness, but during the more manageable moments, she let you rest your head in her lap and stroked your hair. Often, she suggests you sit in the hot springs, but you jokingly ask her to join you in that case. Her face is deadly serious when she says she will. In the end, you would say her kindness and conversation made you feel better than any of the medicines, admittedly.

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You pressed the small ice fox closely to your head and sighed. Glaceon let out a small sound, but ultimately adjusted herself to lay comfortably near your forehead. There was some irony about using the ice type to help with your cold while in the middle of the most frigid place in Hisui, but that was currently lost to you. The door to the hut opened and revealed your girlfriend covered in a slight layer of snow. “How are you feeling?” she asked, coming to sit by your bed. This had become a custom since you became sick. Glaceon cried out a greeting to her beloved friend, which made you whine. Too much vibrating. “I think I'll take you up on the hot spring offering,” you managed, “After I stop feeling so cold…” Her hand reached forward to press against your forehead. The back of her hand brushed against your cheek as concern filled her eyes. She already had so much to worry about, and you just added more to her plate. “I'm sorry, Iri, you don't have to worry about me so much, I'll be fine,” you told her. Irida shook her head. “I'll get started on a good healthy meal for you,” she said dutifully, standing up proud, “You will be better in no time.”

#pokemon x reader #cyrus x reader #volo x reader #elesa x reader #irida x reader #cyrus/reader #volo/reader #elesa/reader #irida/reader

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enigma-naturae · 1 year

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Obey me brothers with a Shigeo Kageyma/Mob like GN! reader

Authors note: I got this idea from the overpowered child trope (my fave) and thought this would be interesting. For people who don't know this character he's a strong esper (Psychic user) from the anime Mob Psycho 100. (I really recommend this anime!)

The reader is Mob's age so they're about 14 (This is purely platonic). They also have Mobs personality.

Cw: Slight lesson 6 spoiler in Lucifer's section, Slight lesson 4 spoiler for Levi's section, Obligatory lesson 16 spoiler in Belphie's section

Lucifer:

At first he'll dismiss your abilities.

The first time he probably sees your powers is when you stop his mug of coffee from falling off his desk

He appreciates it but he still thinks of your powers as the equivalent of a party trick

Your just a child! Surely you won't be too powerful.

Then when Luke ends up in the underground tomb and Lucifer is just about to attack him you end up sending him flying trying to protect Luke

At first he's furious

How dare you attack him!

But then when he realizes You sent Him flying across the room he starts rethinking how strong you are

Afterwards he's still a little salty he was attacked by a child but he does have some newfound respect for you now that you've showed your strength

He tells you to have pride in yourself when you start to feel insecure or if you get shy with things such as public speaking

"MC, If you'd like I can help you practice your presentation for your class tomorrow. I know you can do it with a bit of practice <(￣︶￣)>" (You spent 5 minutes standing in silence in front of the class during your presentation)

Mammon:

When he first hears about this the first thing he thinks of is how he can use this to his advantage

(He's essentially Reigen 😭)

"Whoa! Can you read minds? I could make a pretty fortune using you for psychic readings! ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆"

He kinda treats you like Luke since you're so young

He essentially becomes your new big brother

"It doesn't matter if ya have powers or not, as the Great Mammon i'll be here to protect ya!ヽ( `д´*)ノ"

If you have trouble with class, mainly math, he'll try to help you as best as he can

He's really good at math, especially problems that involve money so you don't have to worry about getting behind

He uses you as a getaway whenever witches come to him to collect his debt

He mostly asks to see your powers in really dumb ways like making things float but he still thinks your cool nonetheless

You and him together probably makes Lucifer grow more grey hairs.

Leviathan:

He thinks you're just a random normie at first but when he finds out you have psychic powers he goes full nerd mode

The first time he finds out is when he tries to attack you during the TSL quiz

Out of reflex you protect yourself and he ends up running full force into a protective barrier around you

At first he goes to wallow in his room because he literally just embarrassed himself by running into the barrier like an idiot but then he's like wait a second you have powers?!?!

He ends up rushing to your room and starts to ask a bazillion questions

"Whoaaa!!! You have powers? It's just like that one anime I saw! (°ロ°) !"

He probably ends up showing you a bunch of psychic related anime and compares some of them to you

He probably ends up asking you if you want to cosplay or rp these characters

He's over the moon if you agree

He ends up finding you really cool

He totally relates to your social anxiety and you two try to help each other get hyped up for any type of public presentations

He probably stands frozen with you in front of the class too 💀

Satan:

He's a bit shocked when he finds out you're a psychic since that isn't common in humans

He asks you if he can research you and takes notes about your behavior and such

He's actually very impressed at the fact that your so strong

He kinda feels bad when he realizes that you have to keep your emotions in check to stop you from hurting others

He tries to help you by taking you to rage rooms or he let's you vent to him

"You shouldn't hold in your emotions MC, it'll do more harm than good to you. (ﾒ` ﾛ ´)" (kinda hypocritical coming from him)

He's a bit jealous at your endless compassion

He helps you with any of the classes you're having trouble in

Asmodeus:

His first thought probably "Wow! They're so cute! ♡" (platonically)

He definitely criticizes your sense of fashion 😭

Tries to teach you to talk to people or be less awkward

Uses you for his devilgram photoshoots

"No MC angle the camera like this!" "Can you make the air around me look sparkly? (⌒▽⌒)♡"

It would be funny if Asmo's narcissism rubs off on you and you end becoming 100% carried away

I can't think of much for Asmo I'm sorry o(〒﹏〒)o

Beelzebub:

He thinks it's actually kinda cool

Probably asks you if you can make food magically appear or something

"Mc, can you magically make some BLT devil sandwiches, gigadeath burgers, and some hellfire curry rice? (*´ڡ`●)"

Unfortunately for him you can't magically make food but you can help speed up plant growth!

With your help you two can make a pretty impressive fruit and vegetable garden (If Beel doesn't end up eating up first)

He sort of relates to the whole 'not knowing how to express yourself' thing

"Sometimes I find it hard to express myself too but that's ok, you're still cool to me. ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶"

Belphegor:

Well... You're still human so he probably will still hate you in the beginning of your friendship

Instead of getting strangled you probably end up being able to fight back against him albeit reluctantly

He ends up being pretty impressed that a human can defend them self against a demon

Afterwards when you two end up becoming friends he probably asks you for dumb stuff with your powers

"MC, can you teleport me to class." MC, can you make my bed feel like a cloud." "MC... (:3」∠)"

I hc that Belphie can astral project so you and him can astral project together and do things like prank Lucifer or scare the others

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me headcanons #novella

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wsdanon · 2 months

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You mentioned the last chapter of is not a fashion trend that you saw that the fuga events happened in the course of a year but didn't know where

Well, Pac said he and Mike spent a year and a half in the prison during a stream! I was there but can't remember the exact stream

Also, the lat chapter was so good, I love how you write Felps, he sometimes feels... a bit out of touch of reality, is the best way I can describe, but in a good way! He's strange in a way that is very Felps, and the thing about him is that sometimes you can only describe him as Felps, and you manage to do it even while writing his pov

But as said, he looks a bit out of touch. He's aware of the things Cell does, and he's just... there, he doesn't react much about it, as if it is just a thing to brush off. And the moment he cares? Oh, that moment with Pac is just so good

Honestly, reading him try so much to get what he had with his friend again is so painful in a good way, you can feel the emotion and throughout the chapter it starts to feel less like a reason to what he's doing to start looking like... him trying to convince himself, convince himself that he can get a small sense of stability he had back, that his friend cares about him and he's met with Cell's knife in his chest instead of a warm welcome

Felps has no past, sure, he had a life before, but does it matter if he can't really remember it? No family, no family, just himself. He's alone without answers or purpose other than survive.

He has nobody to come back to. He tries to keep someone in his life but he fails

Death isn't permanent for him, but he's still scared of dying and it hits so hard

Sorry for the long ask, like this is your fic there's no much of point of analyzing it in a ask for YOU, but I'm so unwell in a good way

The way you write Felps is so good, he feels a bit out of touch but he feels real, his emotions are so palpable, you feel sympathy for him

You are one of the, of not the, best author I could've found. You write so well, but not only that, you write the dynamic between fuga four in the way I really could've only imagine to find, because this is exactly what I wanted to see

Anyway you will probably see me here again because I love what you write

Kudos from Brazil! Should I put an emoji to identify myself? Probably, but I can't choose one

oh thank you so much \o/ i was very sure the idea of fuga lasting around a year came up, but i didn't want to confidently speak it out there since i couldn't remember where i got it from. so confirmation from someone else is good \o/

i'm going to put the rest of this under a cut just for length reasons oops:

thank you so much for your comment \o/!!! i definitely see felps as out of touch with reality due to a few things but most notably for this fic the first revival (he was dead for… a very long time) it was a headcanon i came up with watching his qsmp streams and getting into his qsmp character though--i'm going to go into more detail in an ask response sometime later \o/

he kind of just shrugs off a lot of what cell does as not his problem. i think before he met cell he was pretty lonely (they both were) so he's willing to look past whatever atrocities cell commits… until it's to pac, someone he actually kind of likes. but even then there's other things stopping him from doing anything. i'm glad you enjoyed it \o/!!

yes unfortunately they're in their unhealthy relationship era… they sort it out, but yeah. as i said: felps is a very lonely person at this point in time who only just got revived into a futuristic (for him) world where he suddenly doesn't know anything. calling his friendship with cell stability for him is a very good way to describe it! unfortunately… well, cell stabbed him as a heat of the moment thing. but it's not like they were doing too well before that either (cell liked having felps close to him again, but his own sense of survival wouldn't let it be as friends. but he definitely did let felps get away with a lot more than he would've for anyone else, but felps wouldn't have known the depth of that)

and yeah it was important to me to write him as afraid of dying \o/ he doesn't even know how he got revived, just that he did. even if his death wasn't permanent… he has no frame of reference for when he'll wake up again. knowing he has been revived before gives him a bit more courage but also… uncertainty aside--it would hurt. like… i wouldn't touch a hot pan just because it's not going to scar me or kill me, you know? it would still hurt

don't worry about the long ask, i loved it \o/ and i do like the analysis! i think fandom is very collaborative and analysis like this can either let me know i'm getting my ideas across, or open my mind up to things i was maybe doing unconsciously but hadn't put much thought into before--lots of fun either way \o/

i love felps a lot--he's definitely one of my favourite qsmp characters. i feel like due to him not being as active of a player that his character isn't written as much as a main/active character? (there are definitely some very fun fics out there though!) and i'm happy to do that \o/

this is very sweet and you almost made me cry (good tears) thank you so much \o/ i'm so glad you're enjoying the fics i'm writing!

muito muito obrigado \o/ feel free to have an emoji sign off if you'd like, that would be fun!

#wsd/c.omments #wsd/a.sks #💜a.non #wsd/INAFSIADW

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kakujis · 1 year

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that's a nice format, it'll be easier for me to reply too since i won't get things mix up lol.

touchstarved -

if i remember correctly, mhin is summed up as the cursed outsider for their official title so kuras had pulled off an amazing feat to get mhin on his side.

i think that's unlikely regarding the angel theory because it wouldn't explain why no one want to talk about the senobium but anything can happen in a game lol. damn, the demo was a good strategy for them. that's true, even the studio was shocked how the game was completely funded in 4 hours.

well, the studio could have compromised with a different/horror sprite of him but only leander got that special treatment lmao. it could be vice versa, that's the mc leaves mhin instead after they reveal an emotional side like that would still be traumatic, imagine distrusting everyone for your whole life and as soon as they open up to someone, that person is like i don't want your emotional baggage, goodbye.

i agreed, mhin doesn't seem to enjoy violence so they would likely only use it as a last resort. those type of yandere like leander are the most deadliest and when they snap, they are terrifying as hell. but leander would only likely have a breakdown ep if the reader try to break up with him etc because leander know what's he doing lol.

reading your ais's blushing confession just reminded me of a certain line from that falling in love song in (disney) hercules lmao, i think it's something like, girl you got it bad, you're in love. that's true and i highly doubt ais would snap and if he does, i highly doubt he would be as bad as leander.

what did you think of the tr manga? i did and i was like why at the ending. who's your favourite character? mhin must be a favourite character among the studio lol. don't most ppl buy wigs for cosplay? that must have been a dream come true for you! er, i feel like the studio know that ais will be a game changer for them hence why they put a special focus on him.

it sound like sen was on the deathbed but someone turned her into a vampire (?) because her predicament fit the supernatural being. well, we will definitely get more kickstarters update and they will probably release the game opening in 2024.

i don't think leander have that within him lol. but i feel like he may be selective about what information he share with the mc and run circles around her.

other media:

damn, you must have been a hardcore fan lol. i did a kpop matchup blog for a short time. surely, your exo blog must be a side blog (?) tbh, the last time i dived into exo was the 2010s so i can't remember LMAO. why did you like that trio?

i only recognise some of these groups but i remember that the fans dislike sm a lot for ghosting f(x) throughout their whole career. i can't remember seventeen debut, was it adore you? but i've heard that the studio needed to get rid of one member because he was way too young so that one might had gotten forced out. isn't it bts 10th anniversay this year?

i needed to look up onewe and it's the first time i've seen a rock band. to be fair, kpop merch is pretty pricey and it does become a pain to storage. that would be one emotional event then lol. sunmi ring a bell but i forgot everything about her.

i guess that was a major hole in tr where the author never went back to show how past takemichi was behaving/actually like once present takemichi changed the future timelines. it would added more lore to the story and explain how certain timelines came to be.

i agreed with that but since her story was link more towards draken rather than mikey, it seem like she got the same treatment as him because i always found it's weird how draken literally got pushed to aside within almost every future timeline. it's like the author was draken who?

it's like draken got the shit end of everything LMAO and i'm sure baji wouldn't had gotten that treatment if he didn't died. i think the biggest disappointment of the female characters that they were only linked to one arc due to a male character connection so they all got discarded when it was over.

i'm sure yuzuha would gladly return your love and affection! but even then, it's like senji just got a magical powerup, it wasn't realistic compare to the way that yuzuha fought.

really? but i've heard a lot of female readers complains about how the author treat the female characters regarding everything and i know a lot of them dislikes how he dealt with midnight.

did you ever find out the ending for the witch house then? wasn't it gary and mc vs mary in ib? it's been a long time lol, the nintendo switch release added more story. i would recommend watching castlevania on netflix then.

tbh, tv shows are long man like who have the time to sit down for 45 minutes for one episode. i dk how ppl watch kdrama and stuffs like that when each episode is like a movie. do you mean the villain uohana ? soz, i know nothing about leach.

yes, i did and i really like seeing him because the diversity of his design. i'm assuming he must be your profile photo too? honestly, baji's popularity is something considering he died so early on in the manga/show, imagine if he live towards the very end! but did you find it strange when baji stabbed himself to save kazutora's ass. i remember watching it going like baji what are you doing?

will you be whipping up any fic starring izana then? sorry but i don't fangirl like this so i apologise if my reactions/replies are a bit dead LMAO. i think there was a lot of clues/hints in tr but die down once izana's arc was over.

well, i feel like a lot of characters from tr like pah got brushed aside since the fandom didn't find them good looking esp in the bonten's gang, like look at the fanart/fics. what did you think of them? i was so disappointed that they appear for only like one panel?

like what was that LMAO. i still can't believe that the author bothered revamping the whole gang too just for one appearance but some fans think the author got forced by the publisher/editor to change the direction of his story.

it's true that tora redeemed himself but chifuyu definitely played a huge role in that and he is super forgiving considering kazutora did that to baji. kazutora's relationship with baji was yandere like but chifuyu was just baji's biggest fan lmao. do you agree? i think taiju's one should get special focus because he did reformed mostly by himself but the inspiration came from takemichi.

why? does it end on a cliff hanger? i like nagia because he reminds me of a irl friend, they are both wholesome characters and kunigami is a very nice guy. er, if you don't like reading, the game is not for you but the best part are the trials, the sequel is the best one, the ending of dr3 ruin everything.

do you think the final arc will run into 2024? because that would be really nice since it's the 20th anniversary next year. well, the silver lining is that you don't need to worry about spoilers lol. there must be a lot going on in that poster then.

no but i've heard of it via youtube. but don't stardew and animal crossing the same like playing it is meant to be relaxing and calming for the gamer? do you know about tsuki? Who did you choose as your starter pokemon? to be fair, there's a lot of missed references in that film if you haven't played most of the mario games.

i think that i'm starting to get your ideal type based on your favourite characters lol. it's nice that they ring you on your birthday too. what was that event about? mammon is super popular in the fandom but for yan stuffs, it seem to be lucifer or satan. that's the power of facebook for you!

no, i just played the voltage games. damn, those games just give away the genre by just reading their titles lmao. i dk who they are, sorry! when is it coming out? me too, that's one of the reason why i like izana in tr but i feel the pain when fans whitewash him -_-

life stuffs:

it is a bit tricky to navigate life while being sensitive but i used to be like that so i know your efforts will eventually make a breakthrough, just don't give up.

i have conflicted emotions towards MM because i was there from day one with that studio where i played their games beforehand that were 100x times better and i got annoyed that the studio basically just gave up creating other games and just kept adding onto MM because of their success.

have you play their two other games? dandelion wishes brought to you was their debut and the second game is link to the first one. no worries but i hope you have windows otherwise you can't play cinderella ;-;

hang in there! will you get a reading week soon? (uni's terminology is pretty different where i live so soz for any confusion) that's so nice so it's like your writing bring a reader onto cloud nine. you must really like writing fanfics then because i'm always like er towards writing it.

that's understandable, everyone works at their own pace and it's better to put the best quality out there if the author is super concerns about getting notes etc. do you tend just to write oneshots?

you can reply to the comments on ao3 too which is pretty sweet! but the best feeling in the world is getting a user subscription. let me know when your ao3 profile is ready so i can support it. thanks, i will read it when i can.

i've been to one but it mainly just stalls so it's not very time-consuming but i think most ppl just goes for the cosplaying event. you should do it! the merchandise tends to be outsourced from japan so you can't get it anywhere on the internet or anime stores.

tbh, driving does seem daunting but it is a lot quicker than public transport and congrats! i think the the nerves will fade away the more that you drive. i tried learning twice but second time was when the virus came out so that went down the drain.

it actually is but if the photo/image is blurry, the app ask you to renew it but i just went ok with some of mine and they still look fine but again it was anime/manga.

yikes, that sound like a nightmare and i hope it doesn't take too long for your tastebuds to come back. sometimes, it'll be like that but considering it's all of them, the dentist really should have given you a warning beforehand.

touchstarved:

heyoo, did u see the new stretch goals?! i want the plushie and love letters goal so bad agghh. personally, i can def see mhin leaving leaving mc but not vice versa? but ig we'd have to get there first! i think the thing about the senobium is that they're kind of like the top authority there, probably house a ton of different types of entities. idt it completely disregards my theory, just that it may not be the whole reasoning!

i was looking at the character sheets again and was thinking about the shadows behind them and how it seems to be an indication into their "dark" side or personalities, buut i do wonder if some of them are their "true" forms like kuras and vere. it is funny to see leander with nothing really changed LOL. also yeah! i like the idea of leander snapping though, i know he hates being ignored... i wanna be able to ignore him in game hehe.

ahh i love that soong! THATS ME LOL i'm soo down bad for him!! i loves him <333. he's soo handsome and mysterious and the penchant for violence really gets my gears goin! i agree! i think ais snapping is less desperate and more calculated, like okay, you wanna play around with me, i'll show you what happens then. type of thing!

yes they do! i think it'd be fun to style a wig or just to see what it looks like! i think so too! i also think he's the best poster boy for the game itself. i think leander would be a great candidate for the main focus as well tho! that's interesting! i really think he does have it in him, but it may be my bias for violence showing lool. i def do think he is a bit gaslighty and manipulative as well!

i wanna know what they mean by warden! warden for what? the senobium? elyon? someone else powerful? i can't wait for sen's story!! and yeah i think they have to throw us some crumbs to keep us excited!

other media:

LMAO nahh it's not a sideblog, i just convert this one into something new when i get hyperfixated on something. i have a couple of sideblogs, but i haven't touched them in a while cus i genuinely forget about them. and really? that's so interesting! i've never heard of a kpop matchup blog! what type of matchups did you do? i'm actually in the process of deleting a ton of my old posts, especially ones with more personal info that i used to do on here lool. i'm not entirely sure why i chose that trio LOL, i think i really liked lay's personality and chanyeol + sehun's looks. but yesyes i was a major hardcore fan of them!

yes! i was one of those f(x) fans. sulli was and honestly, still is, my ultimate bias even though she's passed now. so i hated the treatment of her the most and sung her praises whenever i could! i'm hoping one day they'll reprint her "love myself" photobook, cus i've only seen it being resold one single time and it went for 800 dollars. and yes adore you was the debut! omg yes it is! i can't believe it's been 10 years daaang. they've come so far. <3

sunmi was in wonder girls if you know them! they've all gone their separate ways but sunmi still has a really active solo career, you should give her stuff a listen! and yeah! onewe, day6, and the rose are all really similar bands that i like!

my favorite tr character is baji/kakucho!! i can't choose between the two of them LOL. i wanna change my url sometime to something that's a mix of the two but for now this'll do! i liked the ending but i'm a sap for happy endings and the fact that baji lives i cried LMAOO, BUT i will say there's a lot of holes in it that i hope get cleared up when we get the exhibit in november. wbu? who do you like (:

from what i remember, it's because draken always ended up in a situation where he couldn't be as involved (jail) or he wasn't a delinquent anymore (bonten timeline). i think wakui did that to push the takemichi + mikey relationship to further the whole "takemichi would never give up on mikey" thing. i've been reading the spin-off and the power level of baji is so funny to me, like yall really had to get him to kill himself cus no one else could jknsdkanfsknfsdk. OKAY THEN LOL. i know the reasonings behind it, it's just funny! honestly, i wasn't surprised to see baji's popularity! he's such a well written character imo and he's so dreamy!! i guess in his mind it was the only way to get kazutora and mikey to snap out of it?? LOL.

nah no worries!! i just fangirl really hard heheh, yes i do have some izana stuff in my wips! i'm excited to finish them and post it! i agree like pah and peh were kinda shoved to the side, i feel like we barely know anything about nahoya and souya :p. i loveee bonten, i wish we could get a spin off based off of them! tbf, mochi doesn't get like any love i've noticed and i think its because we barely know anything about him also ksjffjdn. i feel like wakui threw a ton of characters at us and didnt give us adequate screentime with them. i think he was rushed as well, i read an interview on twitter and he said he barely had any time with his family, maybe one day out of the week. so i definitely think he was rushed!

oh absolutely! chifuyu is an angel and a saint <3. hmm, i think kazutora's relationship was more like 'we're partners in crime, you can't escape me' maybe not so much yandere. but absolutely, chifuyu is baji's #1 fan LOL. personally tho, i like the friendship between takemichi and chifuyu more!

as for the girls, yeah.. i think only emma and hina really showed up again in unfortunately. oh i agree that yuzuha can't really fight on senju's level, but i think it's just missed opportunity by wakui to not make her stronger. also senju trained under wakasa and benkei if i remember correctly, that's why she's strong like that!

oh i'm so mad about midnight LMFAO, so i totes get that. i think that the women in bnha could be fleshed out way better. i think uraraka especially could do with more screentime.

yes it was gary and mc vs mary in ib! i loved mary though, i felt so bad for her ): and nahh i've got no clue on the ending for the witch house LOL. yes stardew and animal crossing are both super chill games! tbh i forget about animal crossing a lot especially cus i hate time coded games. i'm not sure what tsuki is! for my starter i chose fuecoco, such a silly lil pokemon!

ahh no unohana is a bleach captain! it's alright, bleach is a longg story and kinda convoluted at times. also same LOL, i can barely get myself to watch anime eps lool. i used to watch kdramas but i'd pause frequently to do other things cus i'd get antsy. my favorite dramas were reply 1994 and scarlet heart ryeo: moon lovers, ahhh

ah for blue lock, something happens that i just really really dislike, but i think it's integral to the story! i'm gonna try and pick up the manga sometime soon. ahh nagi seems to be a fan favorite! he's my brother's favorite too ^^. which final arc are you talking about? bleach? if so, i think the second half is coming in july. i'm not sure how long this arc will take since it's super duper long + kubo gave us a snippet of a possible new arc!

LOL really? i've never been able to find a good correlation between my faves honestly :p. yeye, but i tihnk all the boys are great yan candidates! personally, i think i can see it the most with levi out of all of them. i think nightbringer is coming out soon, maybe even this month?

omg i had no clue about MM! i played it a ton when it first came out, i liked yoosung a ton! but that's so sad :/, i think thats the same thing that happened w solmare and obey me! they stopped working on other games because the obey me! success was huge. i have not played the other games!

life stuffs:

thank you! it's deffo a growing process :). it takes me a lot of reflection and positive/realistic talk with myself to get over things, but it's much better than me seeking out validation from others! i do have a spring break soon actually! one more week and i have a whole week off!

yeah! i actually thrive off nice comments like that on my fics, but i've been trying to let it not get me down if i don't get many reblogs or likes hehe. i like writing fanfic! if not i just sit with my daydreams all day which is very very unproductive! do you not like writing it? O:

yes i usually write oneshots! i think this yan kakucho thing is only a mini series cus i love the idea of bonten!yan!kakucho LOL. or short little blurbs that get mushed together with other characters! also omg of course i'll let you know!! tysm TuT <3!

also ahhh i see i see. damn i wanna go now!! i actually wanna see if anyone's gonna be outsourcing the new tokrev perfumes, i reaally want the ran one LMAO. im gonna try to see if i can, i usually love going to flea markets and buying from local vendors! and aaah, i see are you gonna try to drive again? thank you btw! i still can't believe i can even drive LOL, i used to break out in hives from the stress :p.

but yes so, i'll be at the dentist next month to ask what my options are! eughhdsfnksdf, i'm feelin' like it would be prime time to get braces too so we'll see~

#long post #btw if u ever wanna come off anon we could dm also!#pibby ♡ is typing…

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2n2n · 1 year

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How would you describe Tsukasa and Mitsuba’s dynamic? :0

Like. Hard to quantify honestly, in all directions.

I find it's hard to read Mitsuba. He's not direct or honest about how he feels about just about anybody, and he's dramatic about minor things at the best of times… I couldn't tell you precisely what Mitsuba even feels about Kou. I struggle with knowing what he wants of any dynamic, or what he values strongly, or if any relationship is 'building' or 'growing' at all. He's rather static in his rudeness and doesn't gain newfound reverence for anybody thus far. As a result you don't see me post about him much because I have 0 predictions for his arc or direction. Like, what does Mitsuba... need... to do? What's his personal growth we're heading towards, beyond the tangible and literal goal of personhood? Hanako needs to learn how to talk about his feelings, how to come to terms with love and how to wish for something again, how to forgive himself, how to want his own happiness again, etc etc, but does Mitsuba need to.... learn to be less crass, or is that just the way he is? What even is the 'final form' of Mitsuba's dynamic with Tsukasa? Will Tsukasa be imperative to Mitsuba's emotional growth.... do we imagine they are becoming or moving towards valuing one another at all, or do we expect their relationship to stay the same, and other characters to move Mitsuba? All the time hanging out in the Broadcast Club doesn't make Mitsuba refer to Tsukasa with any more faith or trust....

Speaking generally though, I do think being around Tsukasa seems to reduce Mitsuba into very basic, safe, childlike behavior, which is… fascinating? I think because Tsukasa is… so "Tsukasa"… that Mitsuba doesn't do nearly so much performance/overcompensation around him? He isn't worked into a defensive tizzy so easily, he can be seen behaving more childishly. I think Mitsuba is more guarded around kids his own age/older, as a result maybe of being bullied? Mitsuba is a pretty high-strung person and he isn't even smiley and carefree around his mom for too long at a time, but he's weirdly placid around Tsukasa? It's hard for me to imagine him being like this around anyone else. Personally I think this is the 'realest' Mitsuba. No airs, no defensiveness. What on Earth does it mean that I think Mitsuba is his most earnest/simplest around Tsukasa?

I have literally no idea.

They feel like two 5 year olds. It's Mitsuba's most charming status for me. I like him best around Tsukasa!

I think there's a weird duality where Tsukasa disarms Mitsuba by being so childish, he brings out Mitsuba's childlike heart, but then he's of course scary and unpredictable and not trustworthy to Mitsuba, who is aware he's probably being used and that Tsukasa doesn't have his best interests at heart (?).

And then the other element, where Mitsuba is actually far more exceedingly childish than anyone else in this cast (even Tsukasa....), in that he likes/wants to be coddled or taken care of….

the Broadcast Club's dynamic is weirdly perfect for him, with Sakura being this calm older figure trying to accommodate him, Natsuhiko being protective and shepherding, and then Tsukasa being doting/responsible at times. In much the same way Nene reacts positively to Hanako's pretty demeaning comfort, Mitsuba does react well to Tsukasa's brand of "shush shush, pat pat" comfort, and he seeks it out.

And I think this is something only Tsukasa can provide (and so without judgement lol)… Mitsuba's attitude is so polarizing anyhow, I don't think anybody else would even presume this is what he wants/needs, and maybe he wouldn't react well if someone like Kou or Nene tried, anyway… I don't have any idea? Tsukasa is an odd authority figure and just impersonal enough to be able to do this…. perhaps the same nature which makes him unable to be a true friend, puts him in a weird place to be a… ... ..... ?? ? ? ? guardian ??? emotional resource ?????????? ? ? ? ??

As for Tsukasa's end, just as much of a rune. In the little croquette eating image, he seems to just be [...] about Mitsuba referring to them as family (and for the guy obsessed with his brother, maybe that's a little inappropriate, Mitsuba, lol). I kind of think Mitsuba is mildly annoying to Tsukasa (he can get impatient with him lol) and I kind of think Mitsuba is actually more interested in him than he is in Mitsuba. If mitsuba ran off and did anything else of his own accord for a long time, I don't think Tsukasa cares much, he isn't demanding Mitsuba's time or attention at all. I don't think Mitsuba's neediness really endears him to Tsukasa, I don't think Tsukasa is really after that kind of dynamic with anyone for his own fulfillment? Tsukasa is otouto he does not seek to be older brother (and I think he's imitating Amane when he comforts Mitsuba, anyway!). I can see how Sakura's quiet and patient (but stern when necessary) older-sibling vibe is more Tsukasa's 'speed'.

It's a mixed-up dynamic. I don't really feel their needs are compatible, I don't think they can fulfill one another, so they're at an awkward position being around one another all the time. I don't know, will this relationship evolve into something really genuine? Is that important for either's character growth? Or are they temporary bit players in each other's narrative? Does Tsukasa earnestly value lives that aren't his brother's, or is everyone a sort of pawn in a greater plan that only need concern Amane as victor? I don't know at all. I like to think Tsukasa's genuine in his own way.

I'm interested in Kou's vendetta against Tsukasa VS Mitsuba's friendship with him. I'm curious what would happen if Kou could make a meaningful stand against Tsukasa. Mitsuba spends much more time with Tsukasa, and I don't think he really wants to see Tsukasa blasted with a beam or something. I would love to see Mitsuba pressed into a position to have to declare how he really feels about... basically.. anybody? Please, Mitsuba, help me.

I will say I think fandom can be pretty overly intense judging these two's bond, and I don't think AidaIro are nearly so severe about it. They had a rough start, but well.

can't be too hasty in our judgement lol

#avvy's JSHK

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leatherbookmark · 1 year

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fuck or die/sex pollen, Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU, Magical Creachure AU

wow, anon! those are Just the tropes i wanted to talk about! it's almost as if you were me, sending this ask to myself for this exact purpose! amazing. anyway

fuck or die/sex pollen: are technically different things but i will put them together and give them an A because they're the one trope that i actually Have In The Past combed ao3 for. lol. i don't know! i don't know. usually characters losing the control over their autonomy, bodies and so on kinda bug me, and while in a certain state i can accept a/b/o, when i try to think about the Social Circumstances of everyone being aware you're in horny town/about to enter horny town/submissive and breedable/etc for more than five seconds i go insane, but. there's SOMETHING about fuck or die and sex pollen that just *clenches fist* gets me.

i haven't read many fics where the characters forced to fuck are total not even a little sexually attracted to each other*; mostly it's been ships i was interested in, and while obviously for the characters involved it's probably hell, there's often this moment of... idk, assurance that neither part is using the other? the mind-blowing sex we're about to have is 100% medicinal/situational, i am doing this 100% respectfully...!

*hold up. i have. IT WAS NIECEST. i think some guys have captured them and forced them to fuck or else, and it was hoooorrible for them both because they were NOT miserably in forbidden love with each other in this scenario. 🥰🥰🥰

except. EXCEPT. there's also the Angst Potential (which i hope to squeeze as much as in can when i get to it 😬). the "i want him to rail me into next tuesday, but of course he would never...! and yet here he is, forced to rail me into next tuesday to save my life! how horrible! i am staining his pristine body with my filthy, cursed, and horny body...! ah! what horror. what utter bliss". as well as the top version of it, aka the "ah! he would never! but here i am, having to--" etc. but ALSO the, uh, spoiler alert, "i would love to be somewhere else. instead i am railing this person, who is very dear to me in a way i can't yet explain due to reasons etc, into next tuesday. they seem into it. no, it's the curse. but they seem really into it. no, i'm victim-blaming. they would never. not that it's bad. but--"

like. Wa Hoo! nice 👍

Very Specific This Is Almost Definitely The Writer's Job/Hobby AU: fucks like a rabid rhino even in cases where i have no idea what any of those terms mean. i want to get IMMERSED! give me those DETAILS you funky little author! YEAS. A

Magical Creachure AU: AH YOU SEE. depends on everything including the creachure.

like, say, one of them is a mermaid (gender neutral). i just got reminded of a rinharu mermaid fic that i was crazy about back in the times. anyway! there's... the list of things that happen in a mermaid au is pretty predictable, i think? dude finds a mermaid, they either meet on the beach or the mermaid is injured and needs help --> into the bathtub you go; the mermaid learns about human stuff and the human learns about mermaid stuff, insert conflict either down there or up there, sex? and then A SOLUTION, which often is "the mermaid stays on land due to Love". it can be done well! and it can be done not well. it really depends!

paradoxically, i don't really like it when the creature character is too much like an animal and too little like a human. does this make sense? for example, when they eat their human's pet, don't know much about Emotions, talk about Nesting and Mating rather than, idk, finding someone to fuck... that's. that's kind of like an animal that can talk, i feel? not exactly my cup of tea, so to speak. i'd much prefer if there was some other Culture under the sea, with existing traditions and such, but a culture nonetheless. something like "i caught you this big huge fish in broad daylight because i want you to be my mate forever!" vs "oh yeah, well, when we like someone we bring them stuff, mostly good food but cool stuff from the surface is a hit too. you do that too...? ah, figures. shit listen can i bring you a hugeass fish because i don't really have cash money"

When There Are Vampires/Werewolves: i have this sad disease called "i don't really care about vampires/werewolves and i don't think blood sucking is sexy" :(

When One Of Them Can Turn Into Some Animal: yknow what. yeah. yeah that's good stuff (i bet you're all surprised). this is good. there's Human Them, and then there's Animal Them, and they both need different things, and their beloved wants to give it to them. what's cooler than a little guy chilling in the coils of a huge fuckass dragon, who is his loving boyfriend? probably that dragon boyfriend killing some annoying people for him! what's cooler than a guy cuddling a bighuge wolf who's (you guessed it!) their boyfriend who has a bad brain day and just needs to be dog for a bit. what's cooler than lan xichen holding a little bird a-yao in his hands, gently, so gently that not a feather on a-yao's person is ruffled, ready to hide him from the world, ready to kill for this tiny ball of feathers, each smaller than his little fin--hi? no i did not drop any names, you're just imagining things. anyway. S

#anonymous #(clearly.)#answered asks

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quoteablebooks · 7 months

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Genre: Fiction, Adult, Mystery Thriller

Rating: 2 out of 5

Content Warning: Death of a parent, violence, gun violence, on page death, death, murder

Summary:

Neeve Kearny may be the only person in New York worried about the disappearance of Ethel Lambston. Ethel, a bestselling author famous for her juicy exposés, is one of the best customers at Neeve's exclusive Madison Avenue boutique. But Ethel's ex-husband, her parasitical nephew, and the fashion moguls skewered in her latest article all have reason to be glad she's no longer around.

When Ethel Lambston is found with her throat cut, Neeve's memories of her mother's long-unsolved murder loom up once again. Now as an innocent witness in the Lambston investigation, Neeve is drawn into a new nightmare...a sinister labyrinth of greed and ambition that will lead her into mortal danger...

A stunning tale of murder, glamour and romance, While My Pretty One Sleeps is the most exciting novel yet from Mary Higgins Clark, America's undisputed master of suspense

*Opinions*

Sometimes you just need a mass-market paperback to cleanse your palate. Unfortunately, this is not one of Mary Higgins Clark’s best books and I felt extremely dissatisfied with the mystery, story, and characters. There were also certain things that were added to this novel that had me side-eyeing Clark pretty hard. At the end of the day, it didn’t feel like a mystery or a thriller, but like reading the script of a procedural without all the nuance and emotion that the actors would put into it when they put it on the screen. This is a two-star read and that is more for craft than the fact that I enjoyed my time with this novel.

While My Pretty One Sleeps focuses on Neeve and Myles Kearny, Neeve owns a fashion boutique that caters to the higher end of town and her father Myles is the retired police commissioner of New York City and recovering from a heart attack. When one of Neeve’s most eccentric clients doesn’t pick up her order, Neeve starts to dig into if something has happened to the journalist Ethel Lambston. As Neeve attempts to confirm whether Ethel has left or if something has happened to her, she also learns that Ethel has learned a huge bombshell about the fashion industry and is about to publish a book about it. Suddenly, there are a number of potential motives for people to want Lambston to disappear.

My biggest issue with this novel is that there was no suspense for the reader. We know that Ethel is dead literally hundreds of pages before anyone else, besides the killer, does. While Neeve has a bad feeling about Ethel’s disappearance, she keeps getting talked out of it by her father, and everyone else she shares her fears. If the reader also didn’t know that she was dead, it wouldn’t have been so frustrating, but the “oh she’s probably just left” for that long is just grating. None of these characters are super likable or even that you are worried about what will happen to them. The Red Herring was so obvious that it was obviously not them, but we stayed with them for so long in this story. I also don’t think that there were enough clues to point to the actual killer, which makes the payoff seem pretty cheap.

Some more fine details that pulled me out of the story. The number of times that Neeve’s skin was described as “milk-white” started to veer into more than just a descriptor. Then there are all these individuals who wear super high-end clothes making extremely derogatory comments about the homeless in New York City. Then there was the anti-union sentiment that was always attached to the “bad” guys in the novel, but it is never challenged on the page. That, pared with the fact that the fact is made that both Neeve and Ethel vote Republican in a none political thriller was out of place and honestly, made me have a lot of questions about Clark. Don’t even get me started on the fact that the grand love story in this novel, the two of them met while one was fighting in World War II and the other was a TEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD. I will be here all day. The instant love between Jack and Neeve was so flat and they had no chemistry. An even smaller complaint, Neeve called her father by his first name. I don’t know a single adult who does that.

Overall, it was an easy and quick read, but not very enjoyable for me. I have liked a number of other works by Clark, which made this even more disappointing. A two star read and better luck next time.

*Content Warnings*

Death of a parent, violence, gun violence, on page death, death, murder

#While my pretty one sleeps #mary higgins clark #booklr #book review #2 out of 5 stars

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moemoemammon · 3 years

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The other brothers laugh at mammon for getting beaten up/hurt until they see MC nursing him back to health are like "Wait a minute...."

Mammon, You Bastard-!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Per usual, Mammon had the audacity to think he could get away with stealing a record from Lucifer's room to be sold. And per usual, he got his ass beat for it.

But what wasn't expected was what happened after. It's not unheard of for Mammon to go crawling off to the closest person to sympathize with him, and that's usually you.

You today.... Mammon was ACTUALLY getting spoiled. Lucifer had the misfortune of watching you gently dab at all of the new scrapes and bruises, all while Mammon acted like an overgrown child.

It isn't like he'd stoop so low that he’d want to be coddled in that way, but something about that smug look on Mammon's face made him wanna shake him around like a rag doll.... So instead, he'll just abuse his authority for a bit.

"Mammon, come with me. It seems you haven't learned your lesson, judging from that look on your face. The garden could use some tending to, the tub needs to be scrubbed, and there's a recent test score of yours I'd like to discuss."

Mammon

MC, you've gotta hear him out! See, he wasn't doing anything really bad per se... He just wanted to dust off that particular record of Lucifer's! And now he's all beaten up for it, so comfort him 🥺

Somehow you buy into his baby act (to his surprise), and now he's got his head on your lap while you comb your fingers through his hair. If this is what getting beat up gets him, he's gotta do it more often!

He's actually feeling a little guilty for having you wrapped around his finger like this, but... it feels too damned good to be spoiled! He deserves nice things too, damn it!

What makes the reward even sweeter is the look of irritation on the other brothers' faces when they see this special treatment he's receiving. He can't help but flash them a smug grin every time you respond to his ouch's and whimpers.

"O-Ow! Be a little gentler, will ya?! ...Sorry, I didn't mean it. But I'm really banged up, ya know? Lucifer didn't hold anything back, so I'll probably need EXTRA treatment...maybe a kiss or two, too..."

Levi

Oi. Shitty second-born.

That lap may be a forbidden land that Levi doesn't dare to touch, but there's no way he's letting it be soiled by trash! Why was Mammon of all people the one that got to live out such an amazing fantasy?!

You wanna see envy? Yeah, Levi is plotting Mammon's murder. He'll get someone he owes money to, right? Then he'll make it look like an accident when he-

No... He'll reveal every bad things he's ever done that's been kept a secret! He'll blackmail him! He's telling Lucifer everything about the time his D.D.D. was thrown in the trash! Who cares if it's petty?! This is WAR!!

"Mammon you SCUM! This is UNFORGIVABLE!! That secret stash of mocha devil pudding you've been hiding?! I'm gonna tell Beel all about it so he'll eat it! And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna show Lucifer what happened to his you-know-what!! And, and-!"

Satan

Satan is an expert at controlling his emotions. There's nothing that can break his facade of endless calm. He's a pillar of relaxation, he's a master of meditation, he's the epitome of a sound mind, he's-

Hey. Did Mammon grin just now? That was a grin, wasn't it?

Mammon's gonna need more than MC therapy after this, because Satan is already grabbing him by the head. There's no need for a older brother who can't even tend to his own wounds, right?

So it should be fine if he vanishes under mysterious circumstances! His brothers (minus Lucifer) seem to agree, and that's a majority consensus.

"Hm, you seem awfully lively for someone who was 'nearly killed back there', like you said. It's almost as if you're not hurt at all. Why don't you put this head of yours to better use and think up a way to stop being a nuisance?"

Asmo

Hey! The only one that's allowed to be dramatic in order to win the affection and adoration of others is HIM. Not gross Mammon!

Asmo's not going to let a guy like that get over on him! Not in a million years! No one can beat Asmo at his own game!

So what does he do? He hides around the corner to get into character, then the next thing you know he's running toward you at full speed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He literally smacks Mammon out of your lap and buries his face into it instead, arms folded over while he sobs as if his lover had gone off and died in the war.

"MC, my darling MC! It's terrible! Completely AWFUL! I don't think even I can recover from this..! Why do such terrible things happen to beautiful, adorable, wonderful Asmo?? Boo hoo.... you have to come to my room right away so I can tell you what happened!" (Plot twist: he 'forgets' what happened as soon as he gets you in his room.)

Beel

Beel didn't really think anything was out of the ordinary at first. Mammon always runs to you when something's wrong. He's kind of a crybaby in that way.

So it takes his other brothers pointing it out for him to realize..... Hey, something's going on-

That look on Mammon's face starts looking less like a pained grimace, and more like a wide, smug grin. Beel understands now.... he's taking advantage of MC!

You're so kind so it's obvious Mammon would try to prey on that! And he's getting his snot and tears all over your legs, too.

It's annoying.

"Levi, you said something about mocha devil pudding, right? Show me where it is. I'm going to eat it right away, and whatever else he's hiding."

Belphie

Hey... who the hell does Mammon think he is? That lap is Belphie's designated nap spot. Everyone knows that.

Now it's being tainted by his gross older brother germs, and that's absolutely unforgivable. And the fact that he's being a bastard about it makes it even more annoying.

Belphegor won't admit that he's jealous of course, so he's going to be a gremlin instead. He's got more subtlety than his brothers.

When Mammon goes to find Goldie and doesn't know where it is? That'll be Belphie's doing. When his bed is covered in the stickiest royal jelly in the Devildom? Belphie. When he wakes up to find himself all tied up next to Cerberus? Belphie.

"Hm? Mammon hasn't come to take you shopping yet? I don't know anything about that. Why don't you and I go together? There's something I want to buy at Majolish. And we can take a nap afterward, okay?"

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Enigmatic Feelings

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Word Count: 5,544

Warnings: None

Premise: Love is a potent force. And sometimes little things take on larger meanings, especially when one party is unaware of them.

In which the reader’s s/o is jealous

Author’s Note: This trope is 100% my guilty pleasure. I hope I did it justice.

I also realized while writing this that all these characters have the emotional understanding of a teaspoon, but they’re trying their best, so that’s what counts.

Albedo

Albedo was many things. A great alchemist, a man of secrets, a weapon with which one might someday bring destruction. He was even a lover, albeit an unpracticed one. But what he was not was emotional. Or so he thought.

Of course Albedo knew what jealousy was, knew the sort of stupidity that people could fall into when altogether too infatuated with their own love. But just because one knows what jealousy is does not mean one must fall prey to such things. Or so Albedo assumed.

It was the fourth day in a row that a knight had approached your door. Friedrich was his name, and he was doing a stellar job at capturing your attention, and pulling on emotions that Albedo had long told himself he didn’t contain.

Today the flower was a Windwheel Aster, swaying this way and that in the pocket of space between your two hands. You were smiling at it, or rather at Friedrich, brightly, fingers mere moments away from Friedrich as you went to claim the fourth flower this week. Though the was nothing necessarily untoward in Friedrich’s movements, and Albedo would much rather a person of integrity be attempting to woo you, even if the idea itself turned knots in his stomach; nevertheless it still left a bad taste in the alchemist’s mouth, and a worry in his heart that he was not so immune to jealousy as he’d previous assumed.

“Thank you!” You spoke to Friedrich, giving one last wave before walking back over to Albedo. “Albedo look! It’s a Windwheel Aster. It’s very nice of Friedrich to give me one, maybe I can use it, or maybe it’ll be helpful for your experiments?”

“Yes, thank you. I, I think you should keep it.”

As much as Albedo wanted to take the flower and throw it in the incinerator, he couldn’t bring himself to shatter the smile on your face. No matter how dearly it cost him to see you smile down once more at the delicate red petals. And no matter how much it haunted him the rest of the day to imagine you, face framed by a smile, a bouquet of a random knight’s making in your hands.

That knight as Albedo put away the Bunsen burners and the graduated cylinders he kept his mind preoccupied by thoughts of you. Surely he had to tell you his feelings, for if not they would keep building in his chest; building and building until one day he erupted, with you in the line of fire rather than the knight who was creating this whole dilemma, perhaps even unwittingly. Though Albedo had never been in a relationship before he knew stories. Weren’t books full of those kinds of moments? Men, women, people, all of them running over one another in their misunderstanding, in their overwhelming guilt.

No, he wouldn’t turn out like that, wouldn’t let the two of you be hurt in such a way. He had to tell you. Had to make you understand how much his chest constricted when he saw you carrying the gifts of others, had to let it be known before he lost control of these emotions. After all, wasn’t that what happened with emotions? They grow and grow and one day they spill over. And Albedo never wanted these emotions to spill over. No matter the cost.

“May I tell you something?”

The sunlight was streaming through the laboratory windows, the air warm enough that Sucrose had tied up her hair during her shift. And yet Albedo felt cold, oh so cold. He was going to tell you today. He hadn’t been able to tell you three days ago, nor two days ago, nor yesterday. And now the bouquet of flowers that occupied a tiny glass on the windowsill felt quite large indeed. Today would be day eight if Friedrich showed up at lunchtime, and before that Albedo would tell you.

“Of course you can Albedo, I’m all ears!”

You turned around, a soft smile once more spreading across your face. Putting down the pencil you’d been holding you leaned back against the lab table. Albedo took in a deep breath. He could do this. He would do this. He had to do this. No matter what, today. Today, he would do this.

“I-I’m jealous.” The words hung in the air for a moment, as if not understood.

“Jealous?” You tilted your head slightly, worry making your smile slip. “Albedo, jealous of what?”

“Of Friedrich, of you and Friedrich, or rather, I mean, of Friedrich giving you flowers.” Albedo paused, words tangling in his mouth, tripping on each other in an attempt to be understood. What if this was a mistake.

“Albedo,” you shook you head softly, walking over to cup your partner’s face, “I promise that there’s nothing in it. The flowers are lovely, of course, but nothing in this world could replace or stem my love for you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” Albedo replied hurriedly, worried still that he might be misunderstood, “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, or say that I doubt you. My love, I will never doubt you. I just, I just feel so uncomfortable when he brings you flowers. It feels like, like I don’t know; it feels like I’m being poisoned, suddenly and all at once. And I don’t want it to affect the way I act towards you. So, so I wanted to tell you. You don’t have to stop, if those flowers make you happy then that’s what matters. But, but I just wanted to tell you.”

You said nothing, staring into Albedo’s eyes, gaze piercing through the alchemist. It was always that way with you. How you managed to destroy the control he thought he had, the wall he’d erected between himself and humanity. How you made him feel unsure and fallible and whole. And, just as before, now your gaze softened and you shook your head, your smile a balm for the raw unfamiliarity of putting together emotions.

“It’s okay Albedo, I’m glad you told me. Just like my emotions matter to you, I’d rather not see you unhappy. To be honest, I just never saw Friedrich’s actions in the way that he probably meant them. We all struggle with our feelings sometimes, I do just like you. Just as long as well tell each other, all will be well. Alright?”

“Yes. Thank you. I don’t know what I do without you.”

“Well you’ll never have to find out, so it doesn’t matter!”

There was no eighth flower that day, at least not one that was successfully given. Albedo supposed that he could pity Friedrich, but in reality he felt nothing but relief. The emotions that had left such a bad taste in his mouth seemed so far away now, for there was you, only you. It would only ever be you for him, and the days in which you said the same thing of him Albedo felt as if he could truly be happy, and truly acknowledge the emotions that swirled inside him, the love for you so great it spilled over into a vast ocean.

Diluc

Diluc found most merchants loathsome, something perhaps not entirely fair considering his own status as a mover of goods.

Still, merchants in general were an unlikeable bunch. Prone to complacency and greed, this elite circle was comprised of people who thought of little than of ways to line their pockets anew. It disgusted Diluc and as he stood there, watching as a man who had enough jewelry on his body to weigh down a pack mule and a smile that made one want to run in the other direction, throw compliments and boasts your way, the winery owner was reminded about all that was wrong with the world in which he worked.

“So your goal is to attempt to find a route through which we might trade our wine in Inazuma?” You repeated the words the man had just spoken, expression skeptical. “As much as it would mean good business to begin another trade route, I believe the border restrictions will cause no little difficulty.”

“Restrictions such as those are nothing for a man like me.” The merchant smile once more and Diluc felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. “I have the ability to wave past such an issue. Indeed with the right price I believe I could expand your network to include all of the seven major lands, if you haven’t been trading internationally.”

“Thank you for your offer.” You replied, too focused on the work in front of you to notice the merchant’s roving sort of gaze. “I’ll see what Master Diluc has to say. However I warn you, as much as international exports are important for a growing trade, smuggling wine into locked countries will do little good. Especially considering what the damage could do to this winery’s reputation if such a thing was found out.”

“Don’t worry, I assure you my methods are completely secure. In fact, if you’d like to discuss it in more depth, I do believe that I may be able to enlighten you over a meal.”

“Perhaps, although Master Diluc would certainly have to be there.” You smiled slightly, and Diluc wondered for a moment if you were being purposefully oblivious or simply didn’t notice the meaning behind the merchant’s words.

“I will be back tomorrow, perhaps you’ll have an answer then?”

“I’m sure I will.” You replied, smiling as the two of you shook hands. As the merchant walked out of the winery your smile morphed into a sort of smirk and you looked up towards the balcony of the second floor.

“You can come out now Diluc, I know you’re there.”

Diluc couldn’t help but smile at those words, he truly couldn’t get anything past you. Hurrying down the stairs he swept you up in his arms, sighing slightly into your neck as you tightened the embrace.

“Ever so observant, my darling.”

“I know that you’d never let a transaction or a business conversation take place without your knowledge.” There was a playfulness to your voice, coming from the knowledge that you were utterly correct. “Still, you could’ve come downstairs you know. I don’t think that anyone would need to believe that you were going through your ‘very important paperwork, and lurking around is your night job.’”

“It seemed somehow wrong to suddenly appear in front of you two and derail the conversation.” Diluc drew away and placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, chuckling when you immediately wrinkled it. “Especially since you were doing so well on your own.”

“Oh he’s just like the rest of them,” you sighed, “altogether a bit too full of themselves.”

“Especially in this one’s case.” Diluc said, finally letting a scowl cross his face.

“What do you mean?”

The look on your face was one of innocence and confusion, and for a moment Diluc felt his thoughts stammer, as he realized that you truly were unaware of the way that the merchant was looking at you, unaware of the manner which caused Diluc even now to continue to press his hand gently against your lower back. If you didn’t notice it, then surely Diluc was overreacting, surely there was no reason for his heart to stutter and his stomach to drop. Surely there was no reason, and surely he shouldn’t tell you.

“Nothing at all, I just didn’t like his face.” He hurried now to reply, realizing how odd his pause must’ve seemed. “Will you be accepting his proposal for a business dinner?”

“I’m not sure. I suppose it couldn’t hurt. And then it might be a good venue for the two of you to talk. Since you find him especially ghastly, I think a more public meeting might be easier.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t think that invitation was meant for me.” Diluc replied, before realizing his gaffe and falling silent.

“What? What do you mean of course it’s meant for you. I mean you are the owner of the Winery. Who else would it be for?”

“For, for you my darling. Why else would he ask you in such a way?” Diluc tried to keep the acid out of his words. It wasn’t your fault after all. It wasn’t your fault that some louche was asking after you.

“But I’m not the one in charge.” You furrowed your brow. “I can’t make the final decision. And I won’t allow him to attempt to bypass getting your permission either.”

“My darling, I, I think he meant it a different way.”

“What way?”

Diluc sighed, capitulating quickly to his want to tell you. Even if it was perhaps selfish of him, he was never truly good at keeping his feelings masked away, at least in a way that didn’t result in him completely shutting down. And you meant to much to him than for Diluc to try and lie to you.

“You see, I think he was attempting to ask you on a more romantic sort of dinner.”

“What?”

Your reaction was immediate, your expression quickly turning into one of shock and then of disgust. Letting out a groan you buried your face into the front of Diluc’s coat, eliciting a short laugh from its owner.

“Why? I… I… Even if I weren’t in love with you I’d never go out to dinner with him.”

“I don’t think he would appreciate the sentiment.”

“Diluc.” You let out another groan, shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the thought. “Archons, ugh thank you for telling me. I, disgusting.”

Diluc said nothing, simply tightening the hold of his arms around you. Though your reaction was certainly justifiable he knew there was something more behind them, and he felt grateful for your consideration. Though he knew that would always have been your reaction, it didn’t stop the pressure that ha been building in his chest, the thoughts that screamed what if, what if, what if. What if there is something better than you.

“Hey, are you alright?” You voice drifted up through the fabric of Diluc coat. He smiled, relaxing his grasp around you and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“I will be. May I hold you a little longer?”

“Of course. You’re the only one for me, you know.”

“And you for me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Those words, though so small, were somehow enough.

Xiao

The new guest at the inn had been speaking to you for quite some time. That was Xiao’s first observation. The second was that you didn’t seem to mind. The third was that for some reason he suddenly felt incredibly irritated.

It was a beautiful evening, the kind that would’ve normally had you and Xiao sitting on the roof together, fingers entwined, the silence of nature cushioning the two of your from the outside world. It was a ritual, something that Xiao had come to rely on, had come to almost sanctify. Yet here he was, sitting on one of the thicker branches of the trees that dotted the outside of the Inn, trying desperately to quench the anger that bloomed in his chest as he watched you and the guest talk the minutes away.

Perhaps the worst part was that you didn’t seem to mind. Instead of pulling the conversation towards a close, you seemed perfectly content to keep talking, smiling brightly and quickly answering the questions of this uninvited guest. Normally Xiao didn’t care about , or rather didn’t keep track of, the people you spoke to. Of course you would have friends, would have people that mattered to you. Just because Xiao had disconnected himself from humanity didn’t mean that you had to. So why was he so angry?

His patience ran out when the guest reached for your hand. Sidling next to you as fast as he could Xiao peeled off his invisibility, enjoying the shock that registered across the uninvited guest’s face as he moved his hand back. Reaching to entwine his hand with yours Xiao shifted his gaze towards your face. Shock was painted into your expression, but there was also something else, a glimmer of happiness or of satisfaction. Somehow it unnerved Xiao, and he focused instead on the task at hand, whatever that task was.

“It’s getting late.”

“Oh, of course.” Turning back to the guest you smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but perhaps we’ll speak again some other time?”

“Gladly!” The man’s face lit up, before Xiao’s glaring left him scampering down the steps.

“Xiao, is something wrong?” The question was so genuine, without any sense of knowing more than you let. Unfortunately the question was also unanswerable.

“It’s late. We should go.” Xiao gestured towards the roof, hoping the reminder would flush the question out of your head.

“You’re right, I suppose it is getting late. And we wouldn’t want to waste such a wonderful evening.” You smiled. And yet somehow Xiao felt unplacated. He was happy, wasn’t he? So why, why did the question hang in the air, and why did the discontent remain?

The next day was a lazy one, as Xiao waited for you to be done with work. More than usual he missed you, and he wished that the hours would go faster, so he might be able to once more enjoy your presence, to banish the discontent that he still felt, evening after an hour spent wholly in your company.

Eventually the sun made its descent from the heavens, and Xiao pulled himself once more to the perch on the tree he’d taken the night before. Gazing down at the balcony he saw the familiar figure of the unwanted guest, and a stab of anger flashed through him. This was made all the worse by your entrance, and the fact you once more stopped to make time for this intruder.

The man was just as insufferable as before, full of jokes that Xiao didn’t understand and words that though praising of you felt somewhat hollow, almost insulting. You laughed along to these jokes, smiled at these odd compliments. And when the man asked if you might be willing to talk more over some sort of meal you merely smiled.

Xiao, however, found the whole ordeal unbearable. Why should this person be asking all these things, be prying you with words of intimacy and familiarity. Had he not arrived yesterday? Was he not an utter stranger? Confusion mixed with irritation in Xiao’s head, and he found it difficult to hold on to the stony reason he’d built up. What was going on? What was this terrible feeling of anger and want? He couldn’t understand human ways. Less could he understand why they should have any sort of effect on him.

Still he had to do something. Had to do anything. Swooping down once more Xiao began the same charade. This time, however, the man merely jumped, and for all his glaring Xiao couldn’t dislodge the guest from his place on the balcony.

“It’s late.”

“Ah it is. Are you hungry?” He asked, addressing you once more.

“I’m not at all, but Xiao’s right. It is late. If you haven’t eaten yet then perhaps you should. Smiley Yanxiao is quite strict about his rest.”

“Ah, then perhaps you’re right. Still, why not join me? You can tell me your name, and we can talk a little more about the things you do.”

“You don’t even know their name.” Xiao spat out the sentence, barely able to contain the odd sort of irritation that still spun around him. He asked you all those questions, said all those words of praise, all without knowing your name. It felt somehow dehumanizing, somehow… wrong.

“I would be glad to learn it.” The man smiled.

Xiao simply shook his head. He needed to leave. It was becoming too much again, and the last thing Xiao wanted was for a stranger to see him this way, see him unsure and confused and not a little frightened of these alien emotions. Glaring at the man one more time Xiao scooped you up. Ignoring the surprised shriek that you let out he shot up into the sky, moving towards the familiar sanctuary of Jueyen Karst, deeply grateful that the guest, whatever he could do, could never fly.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You asked, barely giving Xiao the time to set you down onto one of Liyue’s sloping peaks before asking him the one question he couldn’t answer.

“Nothing.”

“Well it’s certainly not nothing. You’re being awfully rude to that guest, and I can’t understand why. Usually you don’t really care about those sorts of things. So something must be wrong, and I want to know what it is.”

A pause.

“Please.”

“I can’t.” It was all Xiao could say, the only thing that would truly encompass the truth, because in truth he couldn’t. He himself didn’t understand it.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“My chest hurts.”

“What?” Immediately your face shifted into one of worry, and you placed a soft hand over Xiao’s heart. Somehow the gesture was calming, and Xiao closed his eyes, enjoying the receding of the hot bands that had just been restricting him.

“My chest hurt when I saw you with that, that guest. My chest hurt and I felt angry. That’s what’s wrong. My chest hurt, but now it doesn’t; and I don’t understand it.”

There was a pause, and Xiao studied the expressions on your face, watched as they shifted from worry to confusion to caution.

“Xiao, is it possible you were jealous?”

“No.” The idea was somehow insulting.

“It’s alright to be jealous Xiao. It just means you care about someone very much. You don’t have to just dismiss it like that. I want to make sure that you’re alright, so please be honest. Is it possible you were jealous?”

Xiao let another gap form in the conversation, trying to figure out how to answer. The suggestion felt demeaning, felt as if he somehow had no control over himself, no trust of you. And yet it somehow made sense, and even as he shook his head he found himself letting out a different answer.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s okay if you don’t. I know that new emotions can be frightening, can be difficult to deal with. But Xiao, I’ll always love you. It doesn’t matter who else I meet or what else happens in my life. I love you the way that a bird loves the sky. You’re a part of my life I could never lose. So even if this isn’t jealousy, even if I’m wrong, I still want to let you know. I love you.”

Xiao sighed, a smile finally gracing his lips, the pain in his chest finally melting away. What did he ever do to deserve such a person as you, he would never know. He wished he could repeat those words back to you word for word, wished that he could explain that his love for you was all encompassing, had seeped through the cracks of his existence and his life. He wished he could form together the words necessary to convey his love for you. Even if it was impossible he still wished it.

So instead he leaned over towards you. Letting out a gentle sigh he brought his lips to yours, reveling in the soft sensation of your mouth against his, reveling in the way you leaned against him, bringing you arm up to his neck, letting out a soft breath of contentment as the two of you disconnected.

You didn’t ask him anything else, and for the rest of the evening you two sat on the grass, watching the fireflies dance around you as you leaned against one another.

Perhaps Xiao didn’t yet understand the extent to which he loved you, the emotions that had now risen up, given life by the love you’d poured into the adeptus. Perhaps he didn’t understand this yet, but he knew that all would be well. For with you all that irritation seemed so far away, as if it belonged to a Xiao of yesterday. Because here and now you two were together, breathing in the same mutual contentment, the same mutual trust, the same mutual love. And that present was more important than any jealousy could be.

Zhongli

Looking back on the matter Zhongli admitted that maybe pretending the problem didn’t exist was probably not the best solution.

It was only that you two had seemed so oddly content in talking, so, compatible, that Zhongli couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discontent, a tension that spread through his jaw and down to his stomach. He didn’t quite understand the nature of the emotion that now spread over him, but he did understand that it was connected to the bond that was now forming between you and the vendor in front of you.

“Dearest one.” He spoke softly, walking over to where you now stood.

“Oh, Zhongli!” Your face lit up as usual, and the ex-archon felt a piece of him uncoil. At least some things seemed to be unchanging, just as wonderful today as they had been the day before.

“I’ve been looking for you. I know you spoke of wanting to learn more about the nature of Cor Lapis, and the tea shop has been offering a new brew. Perhaps we could share a drink?”

“Oh that sounds lovely!” Turning around towards the vendor you smiled gently. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to try that lovely soup you were speaking of some other time.”

“Not at all!” The vendor’s smile was good natured, and Zhongli didn’t understand why he nevertheless felt a twinge of uncertainty. “I look forward to it. I hope you two have a nice day, and we’ll talk about it more later.”

Though the stall receded into the distance as the two of you turned the corner, Zhongli couldn’t help but let the moment run through his mind once more, finding it as sore to think about as a bruise might be to the touch.

“That vendor? Oh they’re new on the scene.” You smiled, taking a sip of tea.

The tea house was as calming as ever, the noises of the outside a distant song, and the hushed whispers inside adding to the intimate atmosphere. Zhongli normally loved to sit here, drinking cup after cup of tea, watching as the people came and went about their business, immersed in a small fragment of Liyue life. Now, however, he found he couldn’t stop thinking about the vendor. If he closed his eyes he could still remember their face, and the way yours was lit up while they were talking to you.

“Their name is Eli.” You continued on, oblivious to the way Zhongli’s hand tightened around his teacup. “They said that they set up shop maybe… two weeks ago? It hasn’t been a very long time, and they’re still struggling a bit. I hope that they’ll be able to get their business off the ground, who knew that street food was such a cutthroat world.”

“The city of Liyue is full of people who might make their way in the world, doing whatever they can. Perhaps it is unsurprising that competition is second nature to Liyue’s citizens.” Zhongli replied, hoping his tone wasn’t too curt. If it was you didn’t seem to mind, nodding softly in agreement.

“Speaking of Liyue and stories, perhaps you would like to tell me the story you were going to tell? I very much doubt that Cor Lapis is the blood of Morax.”

“How humans love to spin their stories.” Zhongli chuckled.

But even as he began to speak of jewels and pressure and the minerals that lay deep beneath the earth a bit of him was still preoccupied by the vendor’s easy words and your smiling face.

The next time he ran into you with the vendor the pit in his stomach had only gotten heavier. Standing a little ways away he let the conversation between the two of you flow in and out his ear, frown slipping deeper the more he heard.

“I cannot believe that your stall nearly caught fire on your first day! How unlucky.”

“Even worse that I didn’t know who to try and tell about it. If I had known you were part of the Guild then I would’ve asked you.”

“Well next time there are troubles you can just send a message to the Adventurer’s Guild. We can’t have our citizens being injured on our watch.”

“You sound like true heroes. I wish I could do the sorts of things you did. Your commissions sound fascinating! I would love to see how you go about your day some time.”

“Really it’s nothing, most days it’s quite boring really, just like any other job. Still, it’s nice to know that people have an interest in what we do.”

“Oh certainly! I find what you do very interest– ”

“My dearest one!” Zhongli called out, unable to continue listening to the conversation, feeling somewhat guilty and certainly upset. You turned slightly, smile brightening as you saw your partner.

“Zhongli! So sorry that I didn’t meet you outside your office, I must’ve lost track of the time. Eli here was telling me all about their first days at work.”

“I’m sorry that I got out late. I hope that you did not have to wait awhile.”

“Oh not at all Zhongli, like I said I’ve just been standing here. You don’t need to feel bad at all!”

“I’m glad. Perhaps now we can go?”

Zhongli attempted to smile, but it felt a lot more like a grimace. You stared at him, face the picture of confusion. Taking a step forward you glanced one more time at Eli, shrugging apologetically. Before any more words could be passed between the two of you Zhongli grabbed onto your hand. Walking quite quickly he didn’t let go until the two of you were at your apartment and he could finally breathe again.

“Zhongli, what’s the matter with you?” You asked, closing the apartment door behind you. Walking back towards Zhongli, who stood there silently, you let your hands rest lightly on his shoulders. “You can tell me you know, I can tell you’re unhappy.”

“I have a confession.” Zhongli started, feeling somehow compelled to reveal his thoughts, as if keeping them locked away would only be dangerous.

“Yes?”

“I, I did not like the way that the vendor spoke to you.”

“Eli? But they were perfectly nice.”

“I do not mean that they were rude. They were perfectly cordial. I mean, when the two of you were speaking, I, I felt uncomfortable. It was as if there was a barrier between us in that moment. I, I did not like it.”

“Oh Zhongli.” You breathed out, an indulgent smile on your face.

Reaching up you planted fleeting kisses on the archon’s face, peppering his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, touch featherlight. It was a familiar gesture, one of comfort, one used in darker nights, when shadows dotted the periphery of Zhongli’s vision.

“Zhongli, I assume you know what jealousy is?”

“I know the term and what it means. I admit I am not personally familiar with the concept.”

“Well I am, so let me tell you. What you experienced, that was jealousy, plain and simple. I know it’s very uncomfortable. Jealousy can be such a messy feeling, it sticks everywhere. But it’s also normal. So you don’t need to worry. I promise that nothing will happen, and I promise that these feelings would go away. I also promise that I love you very much, so even if you feel these emotions, you don’t have to worry.”

“How could I ever worry about you?” Zhongli murmured, wrapping his arms around you, basking in your proximity.

The apology only came in the evening, after words and kisses and love had hung long enough in the air to dull the feelings that Zhongli had been carrying around. Now he lay there next to you, chin resting gently on your head, suddenly realizing that he’d most likely acted quite rudely.

“I’m sorry I ignored Eli.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand.” You murmured. “Though I’m not actually sure what got you riled up about them.”

“You are also a bit oblivious dearest one,” Zhongli let out a soft laugh, “it seems they were quite taken with you.”

“Were they?” You asked, tone betraying your surprise. You paused for a moment, as if trying to replay your interactions. “I never noticed. To be honest, I don’t think I could ever notice, not when I have you.”

“Thank you.” Zhongli whispered, oddly overcome by the confession.

As he lay awake, carding gentle fingers through your hair and listening to the even breaths of your sleeping form he pondered just how lucky he was. Precious gems might come from pressure and earth and chance. But you were more precious than all of them. And he’d never forget that.

#genshin impact fanfiction #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #albedo #diluc #xiao #zhongli #scenarios #requested #my writing

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kirishimaswife2819 · 3 years

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How They Comfort Their S/o When They’re Upset || Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, and Kaminari (Headcanons)

Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2

↠Author’s Note: So, as some of you know from my post earlier tonight, I had a bad day, so I decided to write these headcanons! I’m probably not going to write any requests tonight (sorry <3), I just really don’t feel like it. But I hope you all have a great night! -Danielle <3

↠Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

↠Summary: How they would comfort their s/o when they are upset/sad

↠Genre: Comfort/Fluff

↠Word Count: 1.1k

↠Warnings: None

↠Notes: None

Izuku Midoriya:

Whenever you’re upset, Izuku low-key panics because he’s worried about you, and he absolutely hates when you’re upset over something

Over the time he’s known you, he’s picked up on what you tend to do when you’re upset, even if you don’t actually state that you’re upset over something

So as soon as he notices that you’re upset, he’ll try his best not to further upset you (he’ll also make sure to keep people that might further upset you away too), and he’ll wait until you two can be alone before asking what’s bugging you

If you feel like talking about it, then he’ll listen carefully, being sure to not interrupt you and only talk when you ask for his opinion, and if you’d rather not talk about it, he might be a little upset because he wants to know what’s wrong so he can help you, but he won’t push you to talk about it if you don’t want to

Either way, afterwards he’ll let you get comfy in his bed (he gives you his fluffiest and biggest All Might blanket, along with one of his hoodies if you want), and then he’ll go grab whatever snacks you want, before going back to his room and cuddling with you while you either rant some more, or watch a movie together

Katsuki Bakugou:

It might not seem like it, but if you’re Bakugou’s s/o then he pays a lot of attention to you and your emotions, he doesn’t like seeing you try to hide them from people and just bottle them up

So, he’ll definitely notice that you’re upset over something, but then at that point, he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do

He may consult one of his friends (most likely Mina or Kirishima) and ask what he should do to help you (If they try to tease him about it then he’s hanging up the phone/straight up walking away from them, and try to figure it out himself)

After a while he gets used to how you act when you’re sad, he pays attention to what makes you feel better, and how you like to get it out of your system (whether that be venting, crying it out, punching something, etc.), and then he’ll let you do that, before taking you back to his dorm to hang out with him

He probably won’t go out of his way to grab you any snacks or anything, but he if he happens to see something you like when he’s in the kitchen, he’ll grab it for you

Then he’ll go back to his dorm and either just cuddle with you or he’ll cuddle with you while watching whatever you want (even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll keep his mouth shut so you’re happy)

Eijiro Kirishima:

Whenever you’re upset and he notices, he can’t focus on anything else until you’re happy, so if he happens to notice that you’re upset before school starts and he doesn’t get a chance to talk to you about it, he will do terrible for the rest of the day until he gets to talk to you about it

I feel like Kirishima is pretty decent at reading people’s emotions, so he’ll be able to tell pretty quickly that you’re upset about something

Whenever he gets a chance, he’ll take you away from everybody else and drag you to his dorm, before asking you what’s wrong and offering you his comfort

He’ll let you do whatever you want, as long as it gets the emotions out and helps you calm down, and then after you’re done getting the majority of it out, he’ll cuddle with you and whisper comforting things into your ears until you’re at least ninety percent better, and then he’ll do something to cheer you up

He’ll ask you what you’d rather do, and then go from there (Majority of the time it’s either cuddling while he talks to you, or a movie night). He also won’t go to sleep before you on these nights, because he doesn’t want you to wake up and be upset again, but not want to wake him up and bother him (he’s also pretty hard to wake up so he’s not sure that you could even if you wanted to)

Shoto Todoroki:

He takes notice to when you’re upset pretty easily, he’s just not sure what he’s supposed to do, at least in the beginning of the relationship, but once he gets a hang of comforting you then he’s pretty good at it

Like the others, he’ll wait until you’re alone to ask you what’s wrong (he asked you during the start of class once and you burst out in tears (because we all know you cry when somebody asks what’s wrong), and then you got embarrassed and he felt bad, so he learned his lesson)

Anyway, then he’ll let you vent or cry or whatever (I feel like Shoto is a good listener, so you could just vent for hours on end and he would just sit there, only contributing an “mhm” or making some small comment every once in a while so you know that he’s paying attention)

Afterwards, he’ll have a cuddle session with you and he’d prefer not to do anything during it. He’d rather just sit in silence, cuddling with you, sometimes he might whisper an “I love you” or “It’ll all be okay” into your ear if he notices you going back to negative thoughts again

Denki Kaminari:

If you’re good at hiding your emotions, then he’s not going to pick up on the little signs at all, so if you’re good at hiding them then just go ahead and tell him and save both of you from a useless argument

When he does notice, he’ll watch you for a while, making sure that he’s correct in thinking that you’re upset about something, and when he finally comes to the conclusion that you are upset about something, he’s not really too sure what to do

But he’ll start by inviting you over to his dorm for the night, and then he’ll go from there

He doesn’t want to spend too much time on why you’re upset, he wants to spend time on making you not upset anymore, but if you need to get it out then he’ll let you, he’d just rather make you forget that it ever happened

Once you get it all out and start feeling better, he’ll start having you do some fun stuff with him. And fun as in something than ten year olds do at a sleepover together (build forts, play Nerf guns, etc., also Denki owns a few Nerf guns and you cannot convince me otherwise), until you forget that you were ever even upset

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swimmingleo · 3 years

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Harry Styles and Two Loves - A love that dare not speak its name.

‼️Disclaimer I am in no way an English literature expert or student for that matter and can barely organize my thoughts but I’ll try my best. If something doesn’t make sense or is regretful thinking please tell me‼️

Basically Harry is a fervent reader that does not limit himself to Buk*wski and Mur*kami though for some reason he loves to bring up those dudes. Queer literature seems to play a big role when it comes to his inspiration and I love that about his music. A good example is his Shakesqueer Sweet Creature madness. But another one that I hold close to my heart are the parallels he draws with Alfred Douglas’ poem, Two Loves.

Here is the full poem. Give it a read if you can because I won't break it down verse by verse for this post sorry :(

To make it short, the poem is about the narrator (let's say Douglas) wandering in a garden where he meets a young man that turns out to be his lover. For context, Alfred Douglas was very much queer and in a romantic relationship with Oscar Wilde. Both developed their own coded language to express their love and ''sexual tendencies'' through their art (been this way foreverrr will we ever leaarn). However they were not always so sneaky about it and Two Loves in particular was so in your face that it was used against Wilde to prove his homosexuality in trial. He did get away with it this time. Here is his defense. Blueprint of denials. No iPhones at the time.

In Two Loves, two different personifications of love introduce themselves to Douglas and his lover:

The first love is loud and cheerful and sings about pretty women and men that love the said pretty women.

The second love is discreet, almost erased by the other’s presence but is beautiful and draws the attention of the narrator.

Obviously the first love is Heterosexuality, the one that is openly praised by society and the second is Homosexuality who is bullied into silence by Heterosexuality if he tries to speak. The poem ends with Homosexuality saying "I am the love that dare not speak its name." Yeah. And isn’t that the story of H’s career.

HS1 opens with MMITH which ends on "We don’t talk about it, it’s something we don’t do". And from there follows SOTT, "We don’t speak enough". And right after we get the very loud, very explicit and very well documented Carolina. So far the album narration goes "There is something painful going on but we can’t talk about it, I say ‘we’ because there is a you and I and yeeEEAAH THIS GIRL I MET ONCE GETS A WHOLE SONG THE WORLD DESERVES TO KNOW HOW GOOD SHE FEELS FOR A LADDY LAD LIKE ME ALSO HER NAME IS TOWNES YOU CAN CHECK FOR YOURSELF SEE IF SHES REAL I LOVE REAL WOMEN AS IN WOMEN THAT EXIST". Heterosexuality is loud and sings about pretty women right.

But then, THEN we get Two Ghosts. Which is the center piece of this whole post. I mean, the title... Two Ghosts//Two Loves Two hearts in one home ? Sick.

The parallel that hits the most is the physical description that is made of Douglas’ lover and of Homosexuality (which are technically two different characters in the poem).

Douglas’ lover / Homosexuality

Same lips red / Same eyes blue / Same white shirt

Red were his lips / His lips were red / His eyes were clear as crystal / His large eyes were strange with wondrous brightness / White as the snow / His cheeks were wan and white

In Douglas’ poem, it is meant to be understood that the young boy he meets first, his lover, is related to Homosexuality through their physical appearance. Douglas’ love is therefore inherently queer. With Two Ghosts, I’ve always wondered why Harry chose specifically to point out a white shirt as it comes across a bit generic and not really personal yk? But if you compare it to Two Loves, it checks out the recurrent descriptive color scheme: red, blue and white. In both works, red are the lips, blue are the eyes, and white is the ~envelopp. RIGHT. I suppose Harry didn’t feel like describing his lover with pale white skin since it’s brown with lemon over ice when under summer skies so he went with a plain white shirt instead.

I’m not going through a whole analysis of Two Ghosts yet I can safely say that it deals with unspoken words. Not saying things is a recurrent theme in H’s songwriting but within the album, Two Ghosts is the first song that deals with it through the undeniable prism of romantic love. Right before with Carolina, H had no issue being straightforward and wanted to "scream and shout it out", but with Two Ghosts he’s tongue tied and doesn’t say what he really means. Communication issues go on with the following track Sweet Creature, btw may I just:

But oh, Sweet Creature (!), Sweet Creature

Would he […] cry "O sweet creature!", Othello

I cried "Sweet youth…, Two Loves

Queer Literaturry is going wild(e).

Expanding this post with Sweet Creature allows me to speak about the garden metaphor. In lyric poetry, the expression of emotions is often done through nature. It is a process that Harry seems pretty fond of when singing about love (ie Olivia, Adore You, WS, Canyon Moon and Sunflower are good examples) but it’s way more subtle with TG and SC. In Two Ghosts, nature is the moon, and in Sweet Creature it’s the garden.

Would you look at that, Two Loves happens to combine both:

Moon dances over your good side and this was all we used to need, Two Ghosts

Running through the garden oh where nothing bothered us, Sweet Creature

Flowers that were stained with moonlight / Alone in this fair garden, till he came unasked by night, Two Loves

For Harry, the night is where the moon enhances his lover’s beauty, when it’s just the two of them and they need nothing more than each other. The garden is where they run (free?away?), once again alone, unbothered. For Douglas, Homosexuality took form and began to occupy the garden at night, while Heterosexuality who thrives in the golden light (um I- nvm) wasn’t paying attention.

It is also interesting to note that Homosexuality is associated with the night but also with death. And he’s super pale. So like… A ghost ? ANYWAY.

The garden in Two Loves is where love happens, it is a piece of heaven. It’s elevated on a hill and untamed with flowers of various colors growing everywhere. There is sunshine and moonlight, there are "pools that dreamed" and by pools I assume the author means vernal pools which are habitats where flowers grow and oh look over there:

Nice ruffles on that white shirt by the way. Very Victorian.

Two Ghosts, 2017 Mularry so true

So yeah. I don’t want to go into full analysis mode but I find it all interesting. Once again, Two Loves holds a great significance regarding the Oscar Wilde’s lore, and Harry is probably very familiar with anything Wilde related (don’t even start) and by that I think about the Carnation business.

I’ll just conclude with that quote from Maurice by E.M Forster whom I love very much:

"I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort."

#song analysis #idk if it has been widely discussed already #ive done a bit of research and i haven't found anything but if you've seen similar posts dont hesitate to pass me the links #anyway first try at this kind of rambling i hope it's ok eek #but really I love this parallel or at least the idea i make of it lol #harry styles #two ghosts #queer inspo #my analysis

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writefightandflightclub · 3 years

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Right behind you:(Bodyguard!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x M!Celebrity!reader)

This is my offering for this week’s #writerwednesday from @autumnleaves1991-blog, which this week is joint with @flightlessangelwings’ Jey’s Pride celebration! 🥳

The verbal prompt was: glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side.”

The visual prompt is the photo below.

This gave me the idea for a very quickly written one shot with bodyguard!Santi and male celebrity reader! I hope you like it!

Warnings: food mentions; mentions of panic attack / hyperventilating. Mentions of sensory overload. One mention of Santi “sucking off” reader. Language. TYPOS, undoubtedly.

Rating: mature for mentions of oral sex but no explicit / actual smut.

Gender stuff: he/him pronouns / masc! terms of endearment used for reader. Implied that reader is a penis owner - no other physical descriptions besides reader wearing a suit and some make-up.

Genre: angst then mainly fluff and happiness! Hurt / comfort, I guess.

ALSO: BONUS CAMEO FROM ANOTHER OSCAR CHARACTER. Did you spot him?

You perch on the couch in your suite, taking steadying breaths and trying desperately to ward off hyperventilation as your bodyguard grips your trembling hand firmly in his. The air is quaking in and out of your lungs and you can no longer help the tears which spike in your eyes and spill over on to your cheeks.

He gives your fingers a squeeze as he crouches before you, and you can’t help the surge of guilt that this is so far outside of his job description. He’s meant to protect you, not comfort you. His work centres on your physical well-being, but you can’t count the times he’s bolstered your emotional well-being too. Then again, this is the only time he’s done so quite as blatantly in front of the rest of your staff, perhaps.

“Oh no, don’t you dare cry, sweetie,” your make-up artist - who will not be getting rehired you decide suddenly- flaps around you, attempting to fuss over you with a tissue. Her panic about her work being ruined at the worst possible moment is plain as day, and it only makes your chest constrict further.

“This isn’t helping” is the only thought blaring loudly in your mind, but you cannot for the life of you push the words out right now. You shut your eyes in an attempt to block it all out. To subdue the sensory overload.

You are thankful that your bodyguard intuits that sentiment on your behalf when you can’t, and you hear his voice is coming from a different angle now, his head whipped sharply sideward and up towards the offending MUA.

“For real? Ffff....” you close your eyes and hear Santi bite down on a curse. You’d laugh if you weren’t so preoccupied, trying desperately to focus on his voice amidst the chaotic, intersecting hubbub of the room. “Ma’am, could you please back the shit up?” He bites. Apparently he can’t stifle the cursing entirely.

Your limp hand travels along with his as he waves his arm around emphatically. “In fact. Out. Everyone out. Now. Please.”

His request slices through the nervous air in the room, his words deep and commanding and delivered with an authority that you doubt anyone would dare question. This man must be obeyed, and in the back of your mind you congratulate yourself for your decision to take a chance on hiring this moody ex-soldier with creaky knees. When he needed to he could certainly clear a room. And on top of that, he offers you a whole lot more besides.

Indeed, here he is, going above and beyond, kneeling on said creaky knees for you. Protecting you, and comforting you too.

Your eyes are still closed as the room gradually quietens, until it is so still you could hear a pin drop. Until you can hear the steady rise and fall of Santi’s breath. Until you can hear the delicate wet noise of his lips parting so his tongue can skim his lips. You can hear him swallow.

As you hear the sound of the final remaining person shuffle out, and the door gently click closed behind them, you are finally able to peel open your eyes. You are able finally able to release your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth, an indent having formed where you have bitten down so hard you have threatened to draw blood.

Santi is as still as death as he waits, and as soon as he hears that final click, he is moving. Only then, does he allow his (thin) veneer of professionalism to collapse. He allows the flats of his palms to snake up your thighs, rubbing reassuring shapes into you, and you feel the familiar heat and press of of him through the luxe fabric of your suit trousers.

“Look at me, cariño,” he soothes, in a deep, fond tone, entirely different to those bitten off commands reserved for the rest of your entourage. “It’s just you and me now. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You look into his big brown eyes and you and he could be the only two people in the world, never mind the room. You sniff, and you fumble away a stray tear before settling your palms on top of his.

You slow your breathing and Santi flashes you a small, proud smile. “That’s it, honey. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

Then, he flinches, his head leaning to the side as though he could physically retreat from whatever angry voice is no doubt blaring into his ear. Then, he makes a point of taking the earpiece out altogether, letting it hang over the collar of his white shirt.

He tugs in a huge exhale too, letting go of the tension he held in his body through his concern for you, although his eyes slit flit around your face in residual concern.

“They’ll be mad you did that,” you warn, with a nod to his earpiece.

“Whatever. It’s not my job to get you to the red carpet on time. It’s my job to look after you.”

“Your job? Hmm? That all I am to you?”

He flashes you a lopsided smile as you tease him. “I’m a lucky man. My job happens to be a thing I love doing outside of work too.” You lift your palm to his face, the familiar texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. “Now, honey. No rush. But do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

You look away from him then as you realise he won’t let you distract him enough to avoid the true issue at hand, but his hands are still languidly smoothing your thighs, and you know he won’t make you do anything you don’t want to before you’re ready. He might dole out some tough love, eventually, but not until he is sure that you can take it. He lets you fumble until you find the words. “It’s... even the thought of it, Santi. This is the biggest thing I’ve ever done. All those cameras. All those eyes on me, I...”

Santi shushes you, as he hears the resurgent panic creep into your voice, even as your fingertips idly trace over his handsome features, a self-soothing unconscious thing, as he continues to kneel before you.

But while you may be panicked, he’s smiling. Looking up at you earnestly. “You deserve all those eyes on you, hermoso.” You don’t mind at all that when his voice comes out now it’s both fond and a just a little dirty as his own, very attentive eyes sweep over you.

“I don’t know...” You nibble on your lip again.

“Baby. You deserve this night. You’ve worked so hard for this. You’re so talented. And holy shit. You look so fucking hot in this suit I can barely function.” You let out a small, tentative laugh, which Santi seems pleased by, his own eyes creasing at the corners in return. “Besides,” he continues, tone more earnest now, his thick brows raised as he hammers his point home. “I’ll be right there. Just a few steps behind you, okay, mi Principe?”

You take one more deep breath, expelling it slowly and steadily through the “o” of your mouth, and Santi can’t resist your pursed lips a moment longer. Yet, for all his comments about how hot you are, his kiss is not as devouring as you might expect. It is a soft, tender thing, barely skimming your lips, and yet even so it appears to inspire a reverent heat in him, his eyelashes fanned on his cheek as his eyes remain closed a moment longer. As he expels a gust of disbelieving air at how you make him feel from this alone.

“Or,” he proposes, his voice breathy. “We could sack this whole thing off? We could order chilli cheese fries to the room and I can suck you off until you can’t think straight?”

You kiss him again, this time giving him just a hint of tongue, even as you laugh musically into his open, increasingly eager mouth.

“Appealing as that sounds, my love, I probably shouldn’t miss this...” you nod your head towards the door “...lil thing.”

“Yeah. Probably.” Santi concedes with a fond, lopsided smile, his eyes flashing with adoration, until he reluctantly schools himself back to something resembling professionalism. He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, and for his... eagerness to subside, before asking “You ready?”.

You nod. “Ready as I’m gonna get.”

“There he is. That’s my man.” Santi gives your thighs one more squeeze before he stands, and you swear you hear his poor knees creak; and then, he is replacing his ear piece, his face becoming all business as he presses two fingers to his ear. “Kolpakov? We’re ready to move out. Everyone in position?”

He awaits the response before turning back to you, practically gasping as he sees you stood there in all your glory for the first time. His eyes sweep up and down the length of you. He shakes his head incredulously, switching his mic off for a moment more. “Fuck me. You look like a fucking dream.”

“Not so bad yourself,” you respond in a loving, flirtatious tone, dancing your fingertips across his chest as you sweep past him towards the doorway and he turns with you as if in your thrall.

As you prepare, taking another deep breath and gripping the handle, Santi reaches for your arm, delaying you for just another moment. “Santi,” you laugh. “We can do the chilli cheese fries later, I promise.”

But that’s not quite what he has in mind. He looks at you intensely, and he cups your face in his broad palm. “Don’t forget. You deserve those eyes on you. But if you get overwhelmed, know that my eyes are on you. Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind you.”

The sentiment and sincerity with which he says this makes your mouth fall open in shock. Makes your chest constrict with happiness rather than nerves - but you aren’t afforded the opportunity to respond. In the next moments, the door is flung open, and your entourage is flooding you, barking directions and whisking you down the staircase and out on to the red carpet.

You are pulled away from Santi, and you don’t get to be near him again, besides a quick, surreptitious whisper into the shell of your ear as he follows you out the door “we need to talk about your ass in these pants because holy shit” - but that is all you can steal.

True to his word though, wherever you go he is right behind you. He is there with a firm arm to form a protective wall should a photographer come too close, or a fan get too handsy over a barrier. He is standing, stern and formidable to your rear as you provide sound bites to the tv stations forming a line up to the venue (and, trying very hard not to ogle your ass in these pants, probably).

He’s right behind you, designed to fade into the background in every sense. For all his charisma, he’s good at it. Not drawing attention. Even his suit is designed to be non-descript.

But... that’s not where he should be, you realise.

And, when you are almost at the end of the carpet, you stop in your tracks. You hesitate, and you turn around, your gaze instantly finding him in the crowd. He looks concerned, alarmed, as though you may have gotten the jitters again and like you might be about to do a runner.

But that’s not it. That’s not it at all.

In fact, you are more calm and sure than you have been all evening, looking at his befuddled, deer in headlights expression as all the attention suddenly falls on him. He has some big talk and a tough exterior, but the centre of him is soft, and you love that about him.

And so, a cautious smile blooms on your face as you settle firmly on your plan of action, and you walk determinedly in the “wrong” direction, going against the stream of attendees and making a beeline for your love, as he, for once -your man of action- stands frozen in confusion.

Then, when you arrive at him you stop, placing both your hands flat on the lapels of his suit, smoothing them down.

“What are you-?” he begins to ask, but you cut him off.

“Santi, my love. This is ridiculous. I don’t want you behind me. I want you by my side. Where you should be. So, fuck it. Will you do me the honour of accompanying me to this premiere?”

He answers with a smile. With sparkling eyes. With his arms flung around your waist. With the press of his curved lips against yours, and a slip of his supple tongue. “Baby. I’ll always be by your side.” His hands slip a little lower. “Or - you know - sometimes right behind you.” He winks at you. God, you adore this idiot.

So, you wrap your arms around him, guffawing fondly into his neck before kissing him again, more deeply, not caring who’s watching. Your face splits with a beaming smile as you break from the embrace and link your arm into his, proceeding to walk up the carpet again: together this time.

“Fuck me though, honey,” Santi leans over to confide in you as he straightens up his tie, as if suddenly noticing the photographers for the first time now that they are noticing him. “You could have warned me you were going to french me on the red carpet, I would have put on a better suit.”

You laugh warmly as he continues to babble, and you reassure him that he looks perfect.

You know he’s doing his best to mask it, but he’s the nervous one now - you can tell. “Don’t worry, handsome,” you reassure. “Just you and me, remember?”

No-one else in the world.

“Jesus. How do you do this?” he asks, balking at all of the camera flashes going off in his face, his voice choked.

Luckily, Kolpakov - his second in command- figures out what’s happening and takes the cue to intervene, shifting the line back just a little to give the two of you some space. A good job too as you see beads of sweat forming on your love’s brow.

“How do I do this?” you ponder. “Well, I always have you to protect me, right?” You squeeze his arm tenderly. “And I’ll protect you now, my darling.”

This- having him by your side? You have no doubt that this feels right. It is where he has been all along, albeit only in the shadows. In private moments. But tonight, as he encouraged you into the spotlight, you realised how little you cared for hiding. You need him with you.

“Jesus,” Santi chuckles, looking around and trying to take everything in. “The boys are gonna have a fucking field day with this one. I didn’t even tell them we were dating.”

“What the hell, Garcia?!” you chide fondly, mouth open in a shocked “o”, before beginning to chatter and banter away with him as you easily fall into step together. Distracting him from his nerves like he always does for you.

With Santi by your side, you no longer care about all of the other eyes on you. All of the camera flashes. The crowds. Those watching at home.

You’re proud of your achievements. You’re proud of your relationship. And besides, the only eyes on you which you pay any heed to are his. Santiago’s gorgeous brown eyes, which, right now, shine with nothing but pride.

Yours shine right back.

You think he is the one who deserves all eyes on him, tonight.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #writer wednesday #Oscar Isaac #triple frontier #santiago pope garcia #male reader #m!reader #mlm

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