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qawcamiz · 1 year

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flirty scara x insecured reader? like maybe self loathing themselves 😙

Glimpse — Scaramouche

Synopsis: You were nothing but an ordinary student, People never attempted to approach you, Until a certain Indigo-haired dude asked you out.

warnings: self-loathing, flirt attempts, offensive content, bullying, ooc, etc.

notes: agghsge I'm sosorryyy for being inactive 😭😭🙏🙏 I'll js fix the error tmrrrrr and if there's grammars my apologies im half asleep when i wrote this 🙂🙂

"y/n."

A voice called out from behind, startling you out of your thoughts. Veering around, your eyes locked with the Indigo eyes that were fixed on you, "Uh, Yes?" you asked, baffled.

It wasn't every time people would call out to you. In fact, No one attempt to chat with you unless they ought something. You'd probably be more surprised if someone spoke directly to you and it's happening, the person talking to you is known all over the school for their coldness and mindset. So you were kind of thrown when he began speaking to you.

"Be my partner."

Gasps can be heard throughout the room as students turn to look at the male who just spoke up, when he finished his sentence, your cheeks bloom red. It was not the statement you anticipated, especially from him, and you're kind of dumbfounded.

'He's probably just... Ugh.'

"Pardon?" you ask politely, though unsure about what his intentions are with this whole situation. "Did you not hear me? I want to be your companion for the upcoming task." He continues, giving you an expectant look which you fail to return because you're still trying to process what he'd said.

"Huh?! Scara~ Are you sure you want to be partnered with this— thing? Come on! Think twice!"

"Unless he lost to a bet?"

"Understandable."

"Right! He probably lost to a bet that's why he's asking y/n for their help, they don't even seem interested, Haha!"

"Seriously? Scaramouche and y/n? Is he just trying to get them a good grade by partnering with them?? That's stupid,"

The whispers around you grow louder as everyone starts to make fun of you for the current situation you're in.

"T-Thank you for the offer, really, But I'm certain I can work alone on our lesson," you say with an awkward smile, "Maybe you could just try asking someone else instead," you manage to say while staring into his pretty eyes.

"No way! Are they actually refusing Scaramouche?"

'What the fuck do you guys want me to do then?! You were just judging me a few seconds ago because he wants to pair up with me! And now that I'm rejecting his offer you're mad too?! Ridiculous!'

"they think rejecting him is cool! It's not like they ALWAYS get a partner, right?"

"They might reject him just for looking like this and making them feel inferior,"

"Poor Scaramouche! How can someone like them reject him?"

The students went on to talk as you tried to maintain yourself calm and steady despite all these comments, but unfortunately, all that did was cause you to start feeling a little tense. Not enough to go wild or anything. Just a tiny amount. You could still deal with the ridicule, but not enough to get furious at them,

Scaramouche grimaced at the crowd of students who were talking about you while you were staring at the floor, Making them look away,

He picked up your bag off the ground and threw it over his shoulder, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the classroom with him. You didn't resist as he dragged you outside, ignoring everyone calling after him as they watched him go.

Once you two left the room, he eventually let go of your hand and kept walking. You followed behind him, keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't until he stopped in front of you and uttered, "Apologies for dragging you here against your will, and well- drawing attention onto us," he says awkwardly, scratching his neck with his free hand as he looked around,

"Also, it's not every time I do requests. I wish to be your partner for the project. we have mutual chemistry and I believe that working together would benefit both of us," he said grinning,

You blinked rapidly a few times, not knowing how to respond to such a sincere statement,

"...You're aware that bunch of people out there desire to have you as their partner for this right? I mean I am glad and surprised that you're inviting someone like me but you don't have to push yourself!" you respond nervously, fiddling with your fingers before rubbing your hands to keep from getting too nervous.

"Look, I won't force you. You can simply say no, you're only saying that because you care about what people think, Right?" he asked.

He stared at you for a moment. Then he grabbed your chin, making you meet his intense eyes. You gasped slightly at the contact, then relaxed after a second. "Just do whatever feels right to you, okay?" He sneered.

Your face flushed again as you nodded shyly at him. He smiled lightly at you before releasing your chin and letting go of your hand,

"Okay..."

—

After a few days, You've gotten closer to Scaramouche, everyday he would go to you and walk you home, helping you study in class and even hanging out at lunchtime.

it also took you a bit to realize that you were starting to develop feelings toward him, Who wouldn't? With his handsome features paired with his cold demeanor, plus that cute laugh of his whenever he speaks, you're sure to fall in love with him sooner or later, no matter how hard you try not to.

The earlier morning he asked you to hang out with him at the park near your house so you agreed, and now you're walking with Him beside you. It was quiet between you two, as you weren't much of a chatterbox.

The silence is mostly comfortable, though you felt your heart beating faster than normal, which made you panic slightly. Why is your heart beating this fast? Maybe you're sick!

You shake the thought away, it's probably nothing... "You alright?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head slightly as if noticing you panicking a bit before shrugging.

You nod quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea! I'm fine, Sorry, Don't you think it's gotten cold? It's not even winter yet—"

Your rambling stops abruptly as you felt his arm move across yours to hold your hand tightly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so, instead of making absurd excuses," he grinned at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly,

"T-That's not—" you stutter. Your ears start burning from embarrassment. You really shouldn't let his charm affect you that easily. Or maybe it was just the way his touch felt so warm and inviting?

"What's that? Do you also want to kiss me? Now aren't we getting ahead of ourselves a little early?" he smirked down at you, leaning forward until you were nose to nose,

"I didn't even say anything— I wasn't going to!" You argued back, taking a step back from him as he chuckled.

His laugh was nice to hear, "Go ahead, I might let you." He whispered in an amused tone. The smirk remained on his face as he leaned forward again, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek, "Are you blushing?" he teased gently stroking it with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.

Your body was heating up, it felt warm and tingly from all those butterflies suddenly fluttering around in your stomach, and your cheeks felt flushed due to his closeness. It was weird and uncomfortable how he had made you feel all flustered and embarrassed. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply closed your eyes, allowing your cheek to be caressed while his breath tickled your ear,

You felt his lips brush against yours and your heart began racing again. His thumb moved from your cheekbone and rested itself over your lips before moving slightly and softly kissing them. Your eyes flew open in shock. You stood there, frozen and completely dumbfounded as your heart rate increased drastically in both speed and volume,

"There, I kissed you." He snickered down at you, his voice low and smooth. His voice sends shivers down your spine and you blush more.

You shook your head slightly and cleared your throat before smiling at him,

"Right!" That was all you managed to mutter back.

You looked back at him for a second, then averted your gaze toward the ground once more. You couldn't believe that you got kissed by someone like Scaramouche! you didn't have any idea how to react.

but, to be fair, most girls would jump at the chance to kiss him when they first saw him, so you weren't complaining.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers. You glanced down at your interlaced hands, then back up at him in confusion, "Are you fine with this?" he asked, looking at you curiously.

"Mhm! No worries." You nodded quickly as you started to walk, but hesitantly intertwined your fingers with his, causing his grin to widen.

"But... If any chance s-someone you know strolled by— we can quit holding hands, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends..." you mumbled, feeling his hand squeeze yours tighter.

"If someone I know happened to catch a glimpse of us, I'd pull you extra close."

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xxsabitoxx · 1 year

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〈 loosen up 〉

Sanemi x Reader x Giyu

Note: I can’t stop thinking about this really specific idea.

Additional note: it’s literally been 2 months since I touched this draft & idk where past me was taking it… but the show must go on so here it is.

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In an effort to smooth things over between the two men, Tengen suggested that everyone goes out clubbing. You thought it was kind of ridiculous considering neither Sanemi nor Giyu would ever step foot in such a place. That was… until Shinobu presented it as a challenge, leaving no room for the two men to deny unless they wanted to be known as cowards.

That’s how you ended up here, in the middle of a crowded dance floor, stuck between both men.

The night had started off innocently enough, everyone was dressed accordingly and ready to forget the week’s tension. By the third round of drinks, you’d already lost Mitsuri and Obanai somewhere in the club. Tengen and his wives were off on the dance floor and Shinobu was having some sort of conversation with Kyojuro and Gyomei.

This left you alone with the two feuding men, sending glares to each other over the tops of their liquor. ”you know… it must be fucking exhausting putting this much effort into hating each other.” neither man spoke, instead they everted their gaze to anywhere that wasn’t each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was sexual tension.” You forced a sip of your drink in order not to laugh.

Both men turned to look at you again with break neck speeds, as if you had just uttered the most asinine statement they had ever heard. Honestly, you may have. “Why the fuck would you say something like that?” Sanemi’s voice was a harsh whisper, yet you were still able to hear him perfectly over the pounding music. “Because you two have so much tension it’s almost unbearable to be around the both of you. I think fucking each other would be more effective than fighting.”

You couldn’t lie, the drinks were making you feel some type of way. But of course you couldn’t let either of them know that. You had caught their attention in the worst way possible, Giyu’s mouth hung open slightly as his eyes shifted between you and Sanemi. “What makes you think i’d ever even kiss him.” You freeze, eyes locking with Sanemi before flicking over to Giyu who’s mouth now hung wide open.

“That’s fucking rude.” Giyu barked back, brows furrowing in genuine offense. Maybe you weren’t the only one feeling a certain way because of the drinks. “I’m un-kissable?” He added after Sanemi didn’t budge. You were waiting for some sort of smart ass remark to follow, instead it was a genuine question. Sanemi’s head tilted, smirking a bit as he spoke. “Well… i imagine you have no skills in that area whatsoever.”

“Are you implying he’s a virgin?” Of course, the drink returned to your lips in effort not to laugh. This time, Sanemi burst out laughing, completely missing the way Giyu’s face was turning red. “I’m not a fucking virgin.” Giyu’s words didn’t really help Sanemi’s laughing, the scar covered man nearly doubled over in his seat.

"When is the last time you fucked someone? huh, Shinazugawa? Tell me how long it's been." You couldn't lie, you'd never seen Giyu that mad. Your eyes shot over to Sanemi, watching the man stop laughing as he slowly straightened. "Last month actually." There was an air of confidence in his posture as Sanemi leaned back, reaching for his drink and bringing it to his lips.

"Last month." you echoed, trying to figure out who the person could have been. It must have been a one night stand because Shinazugawa wasn't actively pursuing anyone as far as you remembered... unless. "Don't tell me it was Kocho's sister!" You had already forgotten about why this conversation had started in the first place. Giyu on the other hand only seemed to be getting more worked up with each passing second he was ignored.

“No it wasn’t Kanae! I’d never!” He was turning red anyways. A scoff caught your attention again, head turning to see Giyu getting up from the table. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” You we’re starting to get up as well, not willing to let Giyu leave just as things were getting interesting. “I’m leaving.” Deadpanned, as always. “No the fuck you aren’t, we aren’t done here.” Sanemi was throwing the rest of his drink back as he stood.

Once again, both men were locked in a staring competition. "We aren’t done here? What are you? My fucking dad?” You held in a laugh, eagerly anticipating Sanemi’s response. “What the fuck does that even mean? I’m calling you a fucking pussy for running away from this conversation.” Your eyebrow raised, eyes darting between the two men as you feared the conversation would turn into a brawl rather than the threesome you were secretly hoping for.

“I’m a pussy? What are you, twelve? What kind of insult is that?” You watched a scowl quirk at the corners of Sanemi’s lips. “What is with your stupid ass questions about who I am? Figure yourself the fuck out cause you’re pissing me off.” They were getting closer, so close their chests were nearly touching. “I think the offer to fuck still stands.” You seemed to pull them from their daze. “Better yet! How about we dance, Hmm?”

“Dance?” Sanemi was looking at you as if you sprouted mushrooms from your head. “We’re in a club, we’ll get kicked out if you two start fighting so why don’t we just get… all this pent up energy out on the dance floor instead?” To your shock, Giyu was grabbing your arm and leading you away from Sanemi. That’s where you were now… your back pressed to Sanemi while your front was pressed to Giyu.

“Still angry?” You nearly purred, one hand pressed firmly to Giyu’s chest while your hips swayed with Sanemi’s. “Shush.” Giyu was struggling to maintain eye contact, even in the dark dance floor with only colorful LEDs and lasers to see his face. You couldn’t deny that you liked the feeling of Sanemi’s hands on your waist, his hips swaying with yours as he held you tightly to him. If you weren’t mistaken, you were beginning to feel something a bit…

“Are you really getting off to this, Shinazugawa?” Giyu taunted over the top of your head, smirking as he pulled you just a bit closer to him. “Sure fucking am? Why wouldn’t I?” The man behind you held no shame, even as your face began burning up he continued to gloat. “You’d probably have come by now if our roles were reversed. Y/n needs a man who can last more than thirty seconds… Tomioka.” You groaned, it seems their bickering would never end.

“Is that a fucking challenge?” Giyu’s hands were lowering to where Sanemi held your waist, eyebrow cocking upwards in defiance. “What? To see who can last longer? By all fucking means… so long as you’re okay with it?” Sanemi’s voice was in your ear now, earning a desperate shiver in response. “Oh… why not… just not here… I’d rather it be in someone’s bed.”

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traincat · 11 months

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You know something I just noticed? I don't... actually like Peter Parker.

No, seriously, I like the CONCEPT of Spider-Man and yeah, he's funny at times, but... I can't actually get invested in his canon self. It's ridiculous, it feels less like he's an interesting character and more being a superhero is the ONLY way to make him interesting (I know that's the charm), but...

Like, his phrase, "With great power comes great responsability", it feels... I don't know, childish? I like that nobody's FORCING him to be a hero, but he ALWAYS finds a way to make himself feel guilty over something and his assholeness is funny, but... not necessarily healthy?

The only thing going for him is Spider-Man, which ALSO destroys his life and I know that's somewhat unintentional, but I'm kinda tired of him angsting all the time. For instance: him not killing is Noble, him comiting to his City is admirable. It also makes it so he doesn't really prioritize people unless they had a HUGE impact in him and him not killing, makes the WORST consequences imaginable at times.

Or his "I know better" catastrophic. He's a good character for sure, but... I wouldn't want to be him. Like at all, his powers are cool, yet... that's it. I like his concept more than his canonical self (hell, I prefer his FANON self), the only somewhat exception is his Lego version, but that's cause everyone's sillier.

It's that weird or something? 😶

Anon I sincerely mean no offense but there's two explanations for this ask and one is that you're trolling me and the other is that you haven't really read much Spider-Man. I'm going to assume it's the second to be nice and because you've kind of hit two points that bother me in this fandom and thrown them together in the wash: the first is people forcing themselves to like Spider-Man because they feel like they should and in the process forcing him into this little box of bland and inoffensive likability (fanon Peter) and the second is just. being wrong about basic facts about Spider-Man but assuming they're right because Spider-Man being one of the most popular IPs in the world means everyone thinks they know everything about Spider-Man based on one catchphrase and half a Raimi movie.

And it makes me feel like this.

Like this is not your fault! These assumptions you've brought into my inbox are not your fault. Spider-Man marketing is set up around making people feel like they know Spider-Man and it's a fucking problem because it means people come into a six decade long soap opera with hardline beliefs already stamped on them and it is really hard to get people to change their opinions. I know! I was there! I was one of those people! Every day I'm thankful I didn't post fanfiction when I was in my early Spider-Man days because it would make me look like such a hypocrite but also I didn't know Spider-Man until I committed to reading eight thousand comics.

"Him being a superhero is the only way to make him interesting" potentially yes because one thing about Peter Parker that canon makes abundantly clear is that without Spider-Man he is a miserable fucking bastard. Like he sucks so bad. Spider-Man unleashes a deep well of empathy and kindness in him that might have existed but would not have surfaced without his experiences as Spider-Man because it was locked behind a concrete wall of bitterness twelve feet thick.

(Amazing Fantasy #15/Sensational Spider-Man #41)

"Him not killing is noble but" you're thinking about Batman. You are thinking about Batman. Spider-Man "doesn't kill" the way I'm "not writing this post right now." Peter aims not to kill. Peter talks a whole big game about not killing. His track record on that goal is not great. I have a whole post about that here. (cw for discussions of suicide related to Spider-Man vs Wolverine.)

Like, the thing about Peter and I think this is actually one of the biggest things about Peter is that you can't take what he says about himself 90% of the time too seriously. He is NOT an unbiased narrator of his own life. He will say one thing in his own internal narration and then you will be shown something completely different and you need to trust what you see and not what he tells you.

"Gee whillickers I've never done any crime" says man who literally only does crime. (Web of Spider-Man #43)

Two things can be true simultaneously: Peter can have a no kill rule and Peter can be spectacularly bad at enforcing himself on this rule, because he is a giant hypocrite who believes in double standards for himself first and not for anyone else ever after. This is part of what makes him an interesting character -- it is not hard to push Peter over that no kill line. The character will go there. It's up to the writer, then, to keep Spider-Man's I would say unearned squeaky clean no murder image by throwing a wrench into his plans.

(ASM #595/ASM #637/ASM #542)

This is not the place for my unhinged powerpoint presentation about how Marvel has backed themselves into a corner on reversing One More Day because to do so with the appropriate narrative weight calls for Peter to kill the Kingpin. He SAID he was going to kill him. And he IS. (He just didn't say he would do it right now.)

"I wouldn't want to be like him" neither would I!! But I am going to argue that this is where Spider-Man marketing has failed everybody because, while there are certainly traits about Peter you're supposed to admire (for all I have been and will keep ragging on him he is without a doubt a bottomless well of goodness and he is one of the most deeply kind, if not nice, characters in the American pop culture landscape), whether or not you want to be a character is not a good litmus test for what makes a good character.

"With great power comes great responsibility is corny" is like. Did you know that the phrase doesn't originate with either Peter or Uncle Ben. The origin of the phrase is in the ending narration of Amazing Fantasy #15, after Peter stops himself from killing the burglar who killed Uncle Ben. It is literally Stan Lee and Steve Ditko making a point to the audience, and that point was later put in Uncle Ben's mouth. Is it corny because it's actually corny? Or is it corny because it has been so endlessly parodied by bad faith actors that its meaning has been diminished? Because all the phrase is doing is pointing out that people with more power (be it physical, economic, or societal) have a greater responsibility to those with less power than them. Because Peter has these gifts, he owes it to other people to act responsibility. You can sum up Spider-Man as a story about power and abuse: the villains abuse their power. Spider-Man is different than the villains because, though he has great power, he chooses not to abuse it. Spider-Man as a character is a distillation of Tikkun Olam, a Jewish principle that means "healing the world." "You do not have to finish the work, but you cannot abandon it." This is why Spider-Man is street level. He doesn't have to finish the work. He doesn't have to save the whole world. He just has to do what is in his power to do, every single day, and that's where the conflict comes in, because it would be easier for him to walk away, but because he has the power, and because he is an ethical man, he can't. And this concept was distilled down very, very well in "with great power comes great responsibility" because it's a very simple phrase that takes a complex ethical issue and makes it easy to understand.

"Ordinary. Saddest face I ever saw. He tries to smile, but I know it hurts. This is all for my benefit. He wants me to be okay, and he's giving me this." (Spectacular Spider-Man v2 #14)

Spider-Man is not a faceless cardboard cutout you're supposed to endlessly project on and the Disneyified marketing's insistence on that is what ends up with people insisting that a character who has remained popular in the culture for six decades has zero actual personality traits and is instead just some mirror to hold up against the viewer, letting them reflect whatever they want back on him. And it sucks.

And then I, as a person who loves canon 616 Peter and think he's one of the most complex and realistic characters ever written specifically because he is so flawed, end up writing these screeds even though I told myself I wasn't doing Spider-Man discourse any longer.

me @ myself.

But like here's the thing about the second point: you are not obligated to like any character. This has been bothering me about greater Spider-Man fandom (and adaptations) for years because I think there's this incredible push for people to like Peter Parker. There's this feeling like, yeah, you have to like this guy, because he's so popular, and because so much of the marketing is based upon everyone liking him. The truth of the matter is not every character is going to resonate with every fan and that's totally normal. But there's this idea that you have to like Peter Parker especially, because he's the relatable superhero, but no one character is going to be relatable to everyone, and in order to make him more relatable to the widest audience possible (the most desirable to advertisers audience possible) (white cis goyishe straight men ages 8-40) (who might buy a sportscar) his actual personality has to be watered down as much as possible so he can be used, essentially, as a mirror to reflect the audience, instead of as a fully developed character that the audience can empathize with if not relate to. This is why the MCU movies look like that. It's why the last few comic runs have looked like that. You are not obligated to like Peter Parker if he doesn't work for you. There is literally nothing wrong with that. But so much of Spider-Man fandom is built on people who don't like canon Peter and instead erode his personality in various ways to fit him into neat little boxes which is how we end up with fanon Peter, who resembles, in practice, what you're describing a lot more than canon Peter does. And if you like fanon Peter, that's fine. Lots of people like fanon Peter! That's why he's so widespread, because he's much easier for fans to project whatever they want to on him. That's not an insult, but an observation, because I think he serves a purpose. It's not canon Peter's purpose, and it's not a purpose I personally am interested in, which is also fine, because not everything works for every person.

Canon Peter is complicated, and he doesn't always do the most likable thing, and he has a lot of flaws, but that's what makes him interesting and so fully developed. And a fully developed character is one not everyone is going to like. There's literally nothing wrong with that.

(ASM #129)

#peter parker #traincat talks comics #long post/#*replies #i literally always say i'm not doing this anymore and then i end up screaming into the void anyway #he's a character he's a real character!!!

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barkhoffman · 2 months

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rest in peace tumblr user barkhoffman 🕊🕊

I'm gonna use this ask I got to springboard an explanation as to why I've gone silent and stopped updating, so! here it is! the Discourse no one asked for!

it was brought to my attention recently that some people on twitter (a site which I no longer use and have not used for years because it is a cesspool) have been vaguing/insulting SLAP, which! sure! fine, that's your right! not everyone has to like what I create, I don't mind that at all! that's not why I vanished, though.

my issue with these "criticisms" is that they ended up insulting who I am as a person. accusations of fatphobia, transphobia, and ableism (among other things) have been leveled at me, and that's where I personally draw the line.

you don't have to like me. you don't have to like what I write. but when you call my moral character into question, I get a little bothered.

an example: some of the accusations include calling me transphobic for using the word "vagina" to refer to a transmasc character's genitals. for those of you who don't know (not that I should have to disclose this information), I am not cis. trans people are not, in fact, a hivemind, and the idea that we should all be ashamed or uncomfortable or whatever the fuck with our anatomy unless we couch it in different terms is actually rather more transphobic than using a medically accurate term to refer to a person's genitals during a smut scene -- a scene which is written from the third-person limited perspective of a 48-year-old cis man who is unfamiliar with transgender issues, so even if it WAS universally offensive to call a vagina a vagina, it would still be in-character.

the thing is, in-character observations, speech, and thoughts are not actually a universal indicator of the author's identity or beliefs. things that you dislike or that make you feel uncomfortable are not automatically morally impure, and you don't have to reach for reasons to say the creator is a bigot because you don't agree with how they portrayed things.

(there's also something to be said about the inherent colonialist racism in the transmed viewpoints that lend to "transmascs shouldn't ever have vagina used to refer to their genitals," dismissing nonwhite cultures with a rich history of third/other genders and gender euphoria. DYSphoria is not the only trans experience. furthermore, calling the word vagina "female-gendered" is a slap in the face to all of us who are NOT female who have no problem referring to our genitals in that way. idk man, are the arguably more gendered terms "pussy" and "cunt" REALLY more appropriate here? should I have used "bonus hole" instead? not sure what the solution is supposed to be.

anyway.)

I could go on and on and get into every little accusation thrown at me and how insulting and ridiculous they are, but I don't want to invite that level of discourse. this is bad enough. it is absolutely batshit bonkers that I, as a nearly 30 year old person, am sitting here typing this right now. it is even more wild to me that at least some of the people involved in this drama are apparently in their 30s as well.

listen to me. look me in the eyes. if those of you who have a problem with my fics expended even half that energy into helping actual real life people instead of defending the nonexistent honor of fictional ones, the world might actually get better.

I know, I know. it feels good to vague on twitter and pretend you're doing activism when you're trashing a small creator's work in a way that's very likely to get back to them. it feels nice to know you've "saved the world from some evil" when you discourage people like me from continuing their projects. it feels like you're making a difference, right?

unfortunately, you are not. I would advise those of you involved in all this to get well soon and mature a little bit past wrongly deducing someone's viewpoints via the fictional works that they create. there are happier and more productive ways to spend your time, I swear.

I'm not mad, honestly. I'm just sort of tired. tired of getting messages asking where I am and what happened. tired of feeling like I have all this bottled up inside. tired of fandoms that would rather stoke fake moral outrage like Republicans than, idk, go to a protest or give a homeless person a dollar or defend POC from your racist uncle at the neighborhood barbecue.

I don't think we as an internet "society" really understand the mental toll it can take on someone to be called things like fatphobic, ableist, and transphobic -- particularly when, in my case, I am fat, disabled, and trans. of course, being a member of a group doesn't absolve you from bigotry against that group. however, when these accusations are leveled based entirely on someone's body of work and not on their actual character, it makes us far less likely to create works, what with the likelihood that they'll continue to be looked at in bad faith by those who have some sort of weird moral high ground point to prove.

I really didn't want to have to post about this and bring the people who like my work down, but I think you guys are owed an explanation rather than silence. not sure if I'll post anything after this, because I'm really too old to be engaging in internet slapfights over torture porn movie fanfics, of all things (I guess I really spoke too soon when I called this fandom nice, drama-free, and welcoming). if my ask box gets too messy, I'll turn it off. idk. just wanted you guys to know where I've gone.

now stop telling everyone I'm dead

#I don't think I'll tag this as anything much bc I'm not that bad of an attention ho #but #for my ocd's sake #ask tag #anonymous

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sannasruins · 11 months

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bad flirt

denki x reader

type: hurt to comfort/ fluff

warnings: jealousy, self consciousness, implied f!reader

a/n: this is me combating writer's block, i have nothing to say for myself, sorry in advance <3

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Kaminari Denki was always a bit of a flirt, calling all the girls in your grade “sweetcheeks”, “sunshine”, and “cutie”. You weren’t in his class, so you didn’t receive the brunt of it but whenever he came by the support classroom to get his disks adjusted or his costume tinkered with, he would always seek you out to do it. Sitting and talking to you as you worked, his words often came off awkward and inexperienced, he was trying to be cool, but he was still learning. At first you were annoyed with him, interrupting your other work, forcing you to divide your attention between him and his tech, unless you wanted him to start whining in an even more annoying falsetto.

“If I had a go-en* for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have 5 yen.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, keeping your eyes down and focused on the disk you were fiddling with, tightening a screw fully before you humored him with a response.

“I heard you say the same thing to Yaoyorozu Momo last week in the lunch line, so you would have at least 10 yen.”

His face flushed in embarrassment, and he reached up to scratch his neck as he let out an apologetic laugh, “ah I better start learning more lines then, shouldn’t I?”

You looked up and at him, “maybe you should stop flirting with so many girls, or get better at it, because you kinda suck at it.”

He laughed in earnest this time, “aha yeah, though I’m just playing around, its nothing serious l/n.”

Oddly enough that sent a weird pang to your heart, you weren’t sure why, but you decided it wasn't important enough to give any thought to.

You hummed in response and directed all your focus back onto his gear, oblivious to the pair of gleaming yellow eyes watching your every movement.

Denki’s gear seemed to be getting broken or needing adjustment more and more recently, and every time he made his way to the support classrooms, he was always seeking you out. Interrupting conversations you were having with other male classmates, sliding into whatever space he could that was next to you, and spouting ridiculous pickup lines.

“Can you take me to the hospital? I think I just broke my legs falling for you so hard!”

“Cupid called; he told me to tell you he needs my heart back.”

“I seem to have lost my phone number, could I have yours instead?”

“I was wondering if you had an extra heart, because mine was just stolen!”

At first it annoyed you, his frequent and rudely impromptu interruptions, but you slowly found yourself looking forward to his visits, to hear his cheesy lines and chitchat with you. Along with that though, you found this uncomfortable feeling making its home in your gut every time you would overhear him talking to another girl the same way he talked to you. Using the same kind of stupid flirting techniques, he used on you on the way prettier girls from class 1A and B. You didn’t like it, in fact you hated the way it, and that stupid blonde, made you feel.

It all came to a head on an overcast, regular day, nothing in particular caused it, in fact the day had been peaceful, and you were allowed to stay late by yourself with the promise of locking up after yourself since you were convinced you were close to a breakthrough on a new technology you had been working on. Maybe it was just the line, maybe it was the way he had come sliding into the spot next to you with no regard for your personal space, maybe it was the way you couldn’t even escape his words after school hours.

“Sorry, can you help me? I think there’s something wrong with my eyes, cause I can't seem to take them off you.”

It wasn’t an especially offensive line, not his worst by far, but something about it caused you to be pushed past your limits, the last screw holding together the damn snapping and opening the flood gates. You stood up from your workstation, leaving him sitting there and looking at you with a confused smile on his face.

“Will you just leave me alone Kaminari? There are so many other girls in this course you can go harass, I’m so sick of your shallow meaningless flirting! You should understand there can be weight behind your words! You can’t,” you sigh exasperated, running both hands up your face and through your hair, “You can’t just go around with your sweet words and sly smiles and stupid cute face and expect it to not work!”

He watched you with wide, electric eyes, and pink slowly blooming across his cheeks.

“You, you think my face is cute?” he stammered.

His stupid question only agitated you more, is that the only thing he had heard you say as you poured out your grievances. Tears of frustration welled in your eyes, threatening and fighting to spill over and ruin the image of strength you had desperately tried to present in an attempt to be taken seriously.

The tears won, and now you were standing in the middle of your empty classroom, crying in front of the bewildered boy who had no idea that there were consequences to his actions.

He stood, arms out in front of him, hands open, as if he was trying to approach a feral animal, “hey, hey, hey, ‘m sorry l/n, I didn’t know.” He slowly made his way closer.

“I wouldn’t have said those things if I knew.” He reached you, and when you didn’t make any move to push him away, circled his arms around you in an embrace, pressing your face close to his heart with one of his hands. It was beating fast.

You bounced your fist off of his chest weakly as you cried, mumbling about “leading me on” and “playing with my feelings”. It took about 5 minutes for you to wear yourself out, to calm down and run out of tears, but he was still as a statue. He stood and listened to you, never releasing you from his warm embrace.

When you had finally silenced, he pulled away slightly, ignoring the small damp spot on his shirt of tears and snot, and looked at your reddened face.

“Are you done?” he inquired. You nodded.

He led you over to your workstation and pushed you down into your chair, before turning around and rummaging through his school bag, pulling out a water bottle and offering it to you.

“I haven’t drunk from it yet, so it’s clean.” he informed, tilting it in your direction, enticing you to take it with a quivering hand, and sip from it slowly.

When you had had your fill of the refreshing water, you screwed the cap back on, feeling much more composed and a little embarrassed of your earlier outburst. You scrubbed your face with the back of your sleeve, wiping away the salty streaks that had smeared themselves across your cheeks. You offered him an apology and excuse.

“I’m sorry about that Kaminari, I don’t know what got into me.”

He shook his head, dismissing your words.

“I’m really sorry too l/n, I didn’t know my talking to other girls like that would hurt your feelings so bad, I just, I don’t want you to think I didn’t mean them when I was saying them to you.” He paused, eyes flitting across the room as they avoided looking at you.

“I know it’s not very convincing, saying that the same things I say to others have no meaning but when I say them to you, they do, but it’s true. In truth, I was practicing what I wanted to say to you, all those times you overheard me, because,” he coughed awkwardly, face flushed a bright red, “because well, I really like you, and I didn’t want to screw up with what I say to you.”

You let out a bemused and astonished huff of humor.

“Yeah, kind of ironic now,” he continued, “but I’ve always been really awkward around girls, especially the pretty ones I like, like you. And, well, I figured practice makes perfect.”

It was your turn to flush now, heat rising to your face at his confession.

“I’m sorry I made you think I wasn’t serious, or made you feel like I was just playing with your feelings. That really isn’t what it is. I would love if you would let me prove that to you.” He took one of your hands into both of his.

“I really like you, l/n y/n, please let me make it up to you, could I take you out this weekend?”

You wiped at the reddened skin of your face once more, as if you could rub away the blush that had made its home on your cheeks. You nodded, snuffling against your sleeve.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that, Kaminari.”

“Call me Denki.” he pressed.

The ghost of a smile graced your lips. “Yeah, I think I'd like that Denki.”

*go-en is the five yen piece

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #fanfic #denki x y/n #bnha kaminari #kaminari x y/n #kaminari x reader #denki kaminari #kaminaridenki #kaminari x you #denki x you #denki x reader #denki kaminari x you #denki kaminari x reader

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goldenrodchef · 5 months

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Eebydeeby Guide

Um, hi. This is a guide to the eebydeeby phenomenon. As someone affected by it, I think it’d be best to have a guide for people that explains what this is.

Well, what is it?

Eebydeebies are humans who have become Pokemon through means other than ghost-type reincarnation. It seems like nearly any species is on the table for it. A few of my eebydeeby friends are mythical Pokemon, and I’m an Oshawott-Sobble hybrid.

Some of us can still speak human, like myself. Others aren’t so lucky, though, and can only communicate in Pokemon noises. We’re all still people, though, no matter what we look like.

That sounds awesome, you’re so lucky! For most of us, no, it’s not awesome at all. We’ve had our entire lives uprooted, forced into completely different bodies, and doing the things we loved to do before is much more difficult now, if possible at all.

There are some of us who enjoy this, and I’m happy for them! But in general, this is a curse, not a blessing.

How do you fix it, then?

We don’t know. We don’t know if it’s even possible. None of us have been able to return to being human permanently, and not for a lack of trying. We’re searching, though, and I won’t stop until a solution is found.

Why such a ridiculous name for it?

We wanted to choose something that wouldn’t be dehumanizing. Eebydeeby was already being used as a joke term for it, and so most of us decided to go with it.

Some of us don’t like it, and that’s perfectly fine. Please use whatever term they say they prefer instead.

And please don’t use that “Elevated” term unless the person you’re using it for is ok with it. It’s highly offensive and uncomfortable to most of us, myself included.

How can I help?

Providing safe places to stay for us would do wonders! Many of us have lost our homes and families due to this, and don’t have anywhere to go. My family is already housing a bunch of us, as is a friend of mine, but any other people willing to give homes for eebies would be wonderful. Please remember to treat us like people, though. We’re not pets.

Spreading the word also helps a bunch. The more people are properly informed about this, the less likely it is that dumb laws will be passed about us restricting our rights. Any reblogs on this post to help spread the word would be really appreciated!

Thank you for taking the time to read through this.

#gen #pkmn irl #long post

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yowyowyaoi · 10 months

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As a fellow citizen adopted by Ireland I have a habit of putting milk in my tea

What do our tea loving Akatsuki members think about it? Is is a crime?

Even if they DO think it’s a crime, they’re literal criminals who have committed far worse offenses. Don’t let them judge you!

That being said, I kinda … got carried away … 🫣

*Drinking Tea with the Akatsuki*

Deidara

Dei is not much of a tea drinker. He’s not much of an anything drinker, except for soda, which he downs more of than is healthy. However, sometimes he can be persuaded to have a cup with Konan or ((very rarely)) Itachi. Deidara has always been a bit of an insomniac, and has great difficulty falling asleep and staying asleep. Itachi introduced him to the calming benefits of chamomile tea , and for a while this really helped to put Dei out. But. After awhile he started to get “bored” with the taste and started adding things to make it “explosive”. Like a ridiculous amount of sugar. And flavored creamers, the type typically used in coffee. Which of course cancelled out the sleepy-time effect and had Deidara wide awake all night, as usual.

Konan

Konan really only likes drinking tea when she can have some type of dessert with it. She purposefully picks out a type of Chinese tea called Kuding tea, as it’s known for being especially bitter. She won’t add anything to it, no creams or sugars or anything, and instead balances it with a piece of apple pie, or a cream cheese tart; something where the sweetness counteracts with the bitter. Drinks it most frequently with Nagato or Itachi. Also is like Hidan in that she likes to add a bit of theatrics to teatime; she likes to put flowers in her hair, and wear a cute printed dress with matching shoes. Also loves to stick out her pinky and use an accent, although her accents are infinitely better than Hidan’s.

Hidan

Won’t drink tea unless it’s with the others. Always adds at least half a bottle of honey to his cup, which makes it look all sludgy and goopy. Makes it a point to hold his teacup with his pinky sticking out, because he heard that “that’s how the rich, fancy fucks do it!” Also attempts to speak with an accent, although WHAT accent he thinks he’s doing is a mystery to the others. Likes plain black tea the most because it gives him a “blank canvas” to add things to it to change the flavor.

Obito

When he was growing up, drinking tea was something that he did with his grandmother every single day. He’d come home from school, she’d brew them each a cup of tea, and he’d sit and tell her about his day at the academy. It was a cozy, comforting ritual, and one that Obito sometimes likes to partake in, in adulthood. When he was a boy the strong taste of tea was almost too much for him, so his grandmother would always add milk to his (oftentimes the cup would be more milk than tea). Obito still does this, adding milk or sometimes cream to his cup. Most of the time he’ll drink tea alone, but sometimes he’ll sit with Itachi (who has his own memories of teatime with his mother) and the two will sit and quietly reminisce with each other. All flavors of tea rank pretty much the same to him, but he is very partial to those that are berry-flavored, with black cherry being his favorite.

Kisame

Kisame doesn’t exactly like tea. He prefers to stay hydrated almost solely through water. But being partnered with Itachi changed a bit of that mindset for him. He still doesn’t like the taste of tea, but the act of drinking tea itself has become something that’s familiar and comforting to him. His young partner loves going to tea and dessert cafes in their downtime, and THIS, Kisame loves. Something about the two of them being in plainclothes, not having to carry the identities of being a swordsman of the mist or an Uchiha or a member of the Akatsuki, just two friends doing something normal and mundane … it’s very freeing to Kisame. Kisame is like Deidara in that he adds a lot of sugar to his cups (but only when Itachi isn’t looking, as he’s kind of a purist about those types of things). Is also like Obito as he prefers berry flavored teas, with blackberry being his preference.

Nagato

This man is on a very strict diet, as his fragile and emaciated body can only digest so many things. The caffeine content of a lot of commercial teas is too high for him, but one thing he can handle is peppermint tea. The smell reminds him of the winter holidays, which has always been his favorite time of the year. Konan makes him his tea and, like Obito takes his, adds plenty of milk to it for her friend. It has to cool down considerably (he can’t handle anything too hot or too cold) and then he usually drinks it from a large mug with a straw. Also really loves when any of the others (aside from Konan) seek him out to have tea and talk with him.

Zetsu

Does the tea have blood in it? If not, then he ain’t interested.

Kakuzu

Is very interested in drinking tea … if it doesn’t cost him anything. Which most of the time it won’t; the others all have what seems like thousands of tea bags and assorted leaves around, and there isn’t anyone that’s not willing to share. Kakuzu suffers from a lot of body aches, and will therefore always gravitate towards green tea, which helps relieve inflammation and pain. Kakuzu isn’t a man who allows himself a lot of luxuries in life, but his favorite treat for himself is to take a long, hot bubble bath with a cup of tea and a plate of cookies. Will constantly get on the others if they don’t finish their cups, and really doesn’t like it when they excessively use things like sugar or creamers.

Sasori

The puppet doesn’t drink tea. Even when he was a human, he didn’t see the point of tea. He is (was) strictly a coffee man. When asked, he said he remembers tea tasting like “water where something went horribly wrong”.

Itachi

Ah, this man. The Akatsuki’s champion of tea drinkers. This guy could tell you what tea you have blindfolded, or from a single whiff all the way in another room. He’s the one everyone else will go to, to ask what type of tea is best for what. Can’t sleep? Itachi knows what to give to you. have anxiety? Itachi’s already making you a cup of something that’ll calm you down. His hobby is visiting tea cafes and just recently he’s gotten into collecting ornate tea cups. He’s the type who likes to make tea from leaves, not a bag, and use an old fashioned kettle. It takes a while but his brew always smells and tastes better than anything you could buy in a shop. Having tea with other members is how he forms bonds with them, and he’s a lot more talkative when he has a tea cup between his hands. He normally doesn’t add anything extra to his tea, preferring to savor the natural flavors; although if he’s having a “down” day he’ll use a cube or two of sugar as a pick me up. Obito convinced him to use a little bit of milk once, but Itachi really didn’t care for the taste and never did it again after that one time.

#ask #the akatsuki #drinking tea #deidara #konan #hidan #obito uchiha #itachi uchiha #nagato uzumaki #zetsu #sasori #kakuzu #kisame hoshigaki #headcanons

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naivesilver · 8 months

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Just a little something inspired by @wildartsstuff 's Lies of P content - thank you for confirming you encouraged this kind of thing, I am genuinely unwell about your Lampwick ahaskjfhjakkfdsh 💝

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The fact that there are people calling the boy Devil’s puppet in earnest will never not be ridiculous to Lampwick.

It’s true, perhaps, that what little Pinocchio has left of natural only serves to make him more uncanny – he’s deadlier than any human and as multifaceted as no other automaton could ever hope to be, handsome from a distance until you step close enough to hear the cogs turning in his chest. His appearance has tricked many and will likely trick many more in the future, Hotel Krat’s finely-tuned defense mechanisms being only the first to fall; no wonder some wagging tongues would take offense to it, after a while.

If the Devil’s in the details, then old Geppetto sure went to great lengths to refine his son up to his own perfectionist standard, and at the end of the day, it worked. Pinocchio is a miracle, or an abomination, depending on who you ask. He’s as unique as it gets, even in a bizarre place like Krat.

But Lampwick- Lampwick has seen this abomination from up close, and while he might not be an expert in anything holy unless he needs to curse it off the sky, putting such a label on Pinocchio is still an amusing prospect. There’s nothing devilish, from what he’s gathered, in a young man who looks up at him with such bright, guileless blue eyes, who responds to every kiss with the naive enthusiasm of a child trying out a game for the first time, and who elicits such trust and such protective instincts in most people he meets, warranted or not that it might be.

And there are some other moments, where they’re laying side by side in the eerie quietness of the sleeping hotel and Lampwick turns to Pinocchio, to this beautiful, complicated fool who is so painfully human for someone who’s had so much of his inner workings replaced, and wants to press his lips down the length of his naked body, and if there’s anything sinful in that, then they’re already both done for. There’s hardly going to be a circle of hell reserved for them that’s worse than Krat itself, anyway, with its reek of death and automated patrols and a nagging, irritating talking lamp that frets more than a grandmother sitting on her porch and yelling at neighbor children.

Besides, even if there were- well, at least it would be warm there, somewhat. Warmer than this bed, maybe, where even Pinocchio’s marble skin turns tepid and flushed, and he becomes the holiest sight Lampwick has ever set his eyes on.

#lies of p #lop #pinocchio #lampwickcore #fanfic #my mans...I lobe him #in realtà ho visto pure le robe più zozze su twitter quindi la colpa di tutto questo è anche loro #can't have shit in hotel krat

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bellysoupset · 11 months

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I LOVE the frenemies vibe of Jonah and Lucas so can we get something with the two of them with Jonah as the caretaker, pretty please?

(I'm bad at prompts so feel free to ignore this part but they could be at an event to which only the two of them were invited from their friend group so Jonah is the only available one to look after Lucas. If you don't want to go the emeto way bc of Jonah's sympathy puking then Lucas could be maybe triggered by something and Jonah could calm him down?)

Anon this is you being bad at prompts? it was awesome! I hope the story lives up to it heheh

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There were certain events, that one couldn't just not go. The type of party where not going got you blacklisted to other events and ended up giving you a bad reputation, a reputation that if you had plans to ever be a hospital's director, you wouldn't want.

So Jonah was at the Cancer Research and Prevention Society's ball. Because he was definitely the type of person who should be invited to this, considering he was not yet a full doctor and had never demonstrated any interest in oncology.

Wendy had been annoyed to hell and back when he, out of all the interns had been picked for the gala. Jonah had even attempted to give her the ticket, but had been told by an overly smiley supervisor that unless Wendy suddenly had the surname Banks, she wasn't the one the council had invited.

It was ridiculous.

Jonah tugged on his butterfly tie, looking across the ballroom. There were many people here, a couple of his older teachers, some people he recognized from television, people he had never seen before... Lucas?

"I think you're lost Lucas," Jonah grabbed a champagne flute, moving to stand right next to the man, "the Free Kicks Foundation's ball is in the next Tuesday."

Lucas let out a snort, "funny, because I actually was invited to the FKF's gala and it's next month," he opened a smile, "I get invites for all the cancer charity events in the country."

"You do?" Jonah raised his eyebrows, dropping the antagonistic act, "why? No offense, but you're a history student."

"I'll have you know I'm a double major in political science and history" Lucas rolled his eyes, then completed, "it's because of mom."

Jonah cringed. He had momentarily forgotten.

"Oh."

"Yeah," Lucas swirled his champagne around the glass, "what are you doing here?"

"My surname is Banks," Jonah rolled his eyes, "well, see you around," he moved away from Luke, not waiting for his response.

Networking was easy to him, he had done it most of his life. He could be pleasant, he'd just rather not. Still Jonah found his social battery dying quickly and by the time dinner was served he was already grating his teeth with the unfunny jokes and small talk.

Lucas sat next to him, because of course he did. Except tonight Jonah found that he didn't really want Luke gone, the guy was growing on him... Like a fungus.

Jonah snorted at the thought, then noticed that Lucas wasn't talking with anyone, not even Jon himself. It was odd, Luke was a talkative person.

Dinner arrived just as the main performance started. It was a ballet, of sorts, with the dancers utilizing the long ropes of fabric that were hanging from the ceiling. Jonah raised his eyebrows, impressed.

"This is next level," he said, leaning to thump Lucas' chest. Jonah expected a reaction, but not for it to be Luke groaning and squinting his eyes.

"Atwood?" he frowned. Vaguely Jonah noticed that Lucas' dinner was untouched, "what the fuck is your problem?"

"Nothing," Lucas frowned right back.

Jonah scoffed, turning back around to watch the ballet. It was beautiful, an actual theatrical presentation, with the lights changing according to the song.

He mourned the fact he wasn't here with Wendy, she'd have loved it. Instead he was stuck with Atwood, a known hater of all things musical...

There was a scramble to his left and Jonah looked away from the presentation just in time to see Lucas shoot up, only to promptly stumble over thin air and grab on the nearest waiter to stop himself from falling. Considering Luke's sheer size, all that did was cause the waiter to nearly drop his tray, the empty glasses toppling over each other, as the poor man sank to his knees with Lucas' weight.

"What the fuck?" Jonah hissed, dinner forgotten, getting up too. The people on the tables around them were all looking this pathetic display, as if they were the next performance. On the ground, Lucas had curled up, arms resting on his knees, like a kid who was being scolded, not the grown man he was.

"Are you drunk?" Jon whispered, sharply as he too knelt down. He was ready to strangle Lucas, "really? At the fucking cancer charity-"

"Not-no..." Lucas slurred, a hand reaching in blindly and then he managed to grab Jonah's shirt and tug at it with all his force, which was a lot.

"You're hurting me," Jonah grunted, trying to free himself from Luke's iron grip, "I can't believe you- I'm so sorry," he said to the poor waiter who was just standing up. Jonah grabbed Luke's arm, then looked around to the patrons watching them, "show's over," he said bitterly, forcing his friend up from the ground.

Lucas balance seemed to be gone. He held tightly on Jonah, a hand planting on the table behind him, narrowly missing someone's onion cream. Jonah cringed, he had to get them out of there before an even bigger scene was caused.

"C'mon, idiot," Jonah wrapped an arm around Lucas' waist, "lean on me."

"Not drunk..." Lucas mumbled as they slowly made their way out of the main hall. Jonah scoffed.

"Yeah, sur-"

"Not drunk," he repeated, "head hurts."

Suddenly Jonah wished Lucas' was drunk.

"Fuck, really?" he whistled out, bracing against a wall to catch his breath. Luke was heavy, getting heavier by the seconds as he needed more and more support, "did it just hit you or did you come to the gala with a migraine already? You seemed fine when we talked earlier!"

Did he?

Lucas grimaced at his tone of voice, leaning his head back against the beautiful wall of Woobrook Estate. Jonah scowled, his friend was waxy pale and breathing measuredly through the pain, sweat starting to collect at his temple, lips turned down.

"No, it was just-" he swallowed thickly, then stopped talking.

"Just what?" Jonah pressed, catching his breath.

"Just colorful."

"So you had aura before," he concluded, once again holding Lucas and tugging him down the hallway, "and you came to a fucking gala?"

"It would've been fine," Lucas groaned, bracing against the next doorway they came across, "just... The lights."

"You're smarter than this," Jonah scoffed, then eyed Lucas suspiciously as he saw the guy swallow convulsively. "are you gonna throw up?"

"Not now," his voice was almost humorous, "I just need to go home."

"Did you drive here?" his supervisor would be pissed at him for leaving so early on.

"No, I planned to get batshit drunk at the charity gala, so I took an Uber," Lucas deadpanned, causing Jonah to glare at him.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Obviously," his lips turned even more down and he winced, then sniffled. Much to Jonah's absolute horror, he watched as a tear ran down Lucas' eye, his whole face crumpling as more tears followed.

"Shit, Luke, don't cry..."

"I- I... fuck..." Lucas whimpered, crying even harder, pressing the heel of his hand to his eye, "I can't-"

Jonah felt useless and completely out of his element. This wasn't them. Even at their lowest, Lucas didn't sob and Jonah didn't get frantic over him.

"Shit, shit shit- Lean on me," he whispered, jumping into action. Anything to get Lucas to stop crying and scaring the shit out of him.

More sniffles and quiet sobs followed, Luke flinching with each and every sob. Finally they reached outside, the cold air hitting with full force and Lucas let out a sigh.

"I'm not crying..." he said, voice thick as he was pushing it through the knot in his throat, bending in half and planting his hands to his knees, wincing, "it's the migraine..."

Jon wasn't sure if he believed him or not, but even if the tears weren't because he was sad and because of pain... That was still pretty terrifying. He hovered, unsure if he should touch Luke's back or say anything.

"Luke-"

"Go get the car," Lucas bossed, then gagged, "Jon, go."

Understanding why Luke wanted him gone, Jonah rushed away. Not only he had zero interest in vomiting tonight, but he had to get the car.

He rushed back inside, to the front desk and grabbed both their coats and asked Lucas' car was brought around, slipping a bill in order to his own car driven to his apartment building. He could take a taxi back there from Luke's place.

When he made it back to the front garden, Lucas was sitting by the curb. Jonah cautiously avoided even glancing at the previous spot in the grass he had been on, walking ahead and throwing the jacket around his shoulder's.

"The car is here."

Lucas raised his face and Jonah's stomach dropped. He was milk white, yes, but only one side of his face was still contorted with pain, tears running out one eye, this one bloodshot and terrifying "Lucas... Your face-"

"It happens," his voice was gruff as if he had gargled with salt, "it's fine."

"It looks like you're having a stroke."

"Uhm," he was too tired to argue, wincing again, closing both eyes, "I'm not."

Jonah squinted, not liking this one bit, he crouched down before him, "squeeze my hand."

"What...?"

"Squeeze my hand," he repeated, slipping his hand in Lucas' right one, "with all your force."

"Jon... feel sick, my head- Stop..." he slurred, which only caused Jonah to feel more panicked.

"Squeeze my hand or I'll shine my phone's torch in your eye, it's your choice," Jonah said sharply. He felt as Lucas squeezed his hand back, nearly breaking his fingers and Jon winced, pulling it back quickly, "alright, now with the other hand."

"...'m gonna puke."

"Hand."

"I don't... I don't understand-" Lucas groaned, but did grab his hand with the left one, squeezing it tightly. Again, it was strong, "happy now?"

Yes, Jonah sighed in relief. He still wasn't convinced it wasn't a stroke, but this brought him some peace, "Okay, get up. Let's get you home."

Lucas didn't put up a fight with being pulled up, but he also didn't help one bit. Jon panted as he squeezed the man's tuxedo jacket, glaring at the side of his face, "help me out here, Atwood-"

"I'm sorry..." Lucas groaned, before gagging and bending in half. Jonah cursed loudly, turning his face and trying not to gag as he heard Luke heave again and again.

Thankfully he seemed to already be empty, so after some more coughing, all he managed was to spit on the ground and start shaking with the pain.

"...m'sorry," he mumbled, as Jonah steered him towards the car, "sorry-"

"Shut up," Jonah forced him inside the passenger side, grabbing the seatbelt and strapping him in, "let me see your eyes."

"I... I got sick on your shoes..."

"No, you didn't," Jonah rolled his eyes, grabbing Lucas' roughly by the chin and using his other hand to force each eye open. Equal sized pupils stared back at him and he sighed in relief.

"Told ya it'ssnot a stroke," Lucas slurred, hanging his head and resting his forehead on Jonah's shoulder, "sorry'bout your night..."

"You should be," Jon scoffed, but he couldn't bring himself to pull back just yet, gingerly resting a hand on Lucas' nape and squeezing, "let's get you home."

#migraine #headaches #sickfic #lucas atwood #mywriting

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 11 months

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Investment plans

@cullen-blue23 🧟💌⚔️ I have returned with my Wen Ning appreciation agenda! I keep imagining WWX discovering the Ghost General simps and immediately deciding to throw hands to defend his besties honour. WN is confused, but very flattered (and no longer feels safe being left alone with Lan Jingyi)

Some kind of part 2 to this one

This was an incredibly funny piece to write, shoutout to Lan Jingyi for seeing a business opportunity and running with it.

Wei Wuxian rushes through the Cloud Recesses, Suibian in hand, unsheathed - and that never happens unless there is a great emergency somewhere that he knows he can't fix with just Chenqing. There are very few such instances - one was when Lan Sizhui got kidnapped, and another was when some poor sod put a curse on Lan Wangji, and to this day nobody knows or dares ask what happened to either of those people. So to see the Yiling Patriarch (who's usually just fun and mischievous Wei-qianbei) exude murderous intent, everyone makes way for him to storm out of the Cloud Recesses without issue. Not that they're scared he'd kill them - but it's better to be safe than sorry.

Lan Wangji struggles to catch up to him, and that's saying something. "Wei Ying!"

"Leave me alone, I'm going to kill this Yan Bai person myself! How dare he!"

"Wei Ying!" Lan Wangji tries again, finally reaching close enough to his husband to get a hold of his shoulder.

"What?! You've seen those ridiculous drawings and read those horrible stories too! Aren't you supposed to be righteous?!"

Lan Wangji is not going to take offense to that and he's not going to fight with Wei Ying in the middle of the Cloud Recesses where everybody can see. In fact, there won't be any fight at all.

"You can't kill Yan Bai."

"Like hell I can't, I've killed hundreds, what's one more!"

"We'll circle to that later, but the reason you can't kill him it's because he doesn't exist!"

Wei Ying blinks at his husband incredulously. "Lan Zhan, do you take me for a fool? What do you mean he doesn't exist? Then who created that ludicrous sexy Ghost General calendar? The fanfiction subscription service? The fan letters?!"

Lan Wangji sighs like the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. "Come with me, I'll tell you in private. And please put Suibian away."

---

Inside the jingshi, Wen Ning and Jingyi await. Now, Wei Ying is even more confused than before, joining Lan Wangji at the table. He takes a seat, and says, "Wei Ying, please meet Yan Bai." as he elegantly gestures towards Jingyi, who looks very much like Wen Ning down - a living corpse.

There is such tense silence in the jingshi that it feels suffocating. Jingyi has long accepted he's going to die today, he's said his goodbyes and even sent a last letter roasting Jin Ling express shipping to Jinlintai. All his affairs are in order, might as well get it over with.

"How much money did you make?" Wei Ying asks, his voice flat and neutral, and somehow scarier than when he's angry.

"I... Double my allowance, sir."

"Per month?"

"Per week... sir."

Wei Ying whistles lowly. "What did you spend it on?"

Lan Jingyi keeps quiet, eyes stubbornly squeezed closed.

"Well?"

"I cannot say."

"Why not?"

"It is forbidden."

Wei Ying rolls his eyes. "So is drawing porn, yet here you are."

"It's not - porn... it's-"

"Erotic art, whatever, same thing. I would know. So, where's the dough?"

"..."

"Lan Jingyi."

"We're saving up for something! It's - well, a surprise..."

"And you've decided to exploit Wen Ning for it?"

"It's not... exploiting. It's a... business. I overheard some people talking about him in a certain way and had an idea..."

The new information is nothing short of surprising, so Wei Ying turns to his friend. "Wen Ning, did you know about this?"

"...somewhat. Not to its full extent, but I agreed to the- stories."

"So then what's the big project that had you sell yourself out like this?"

"Please don't say that... I didn't... do that."

Wei Ying crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, Wen Ning, I received a letter from Yunmeng-"

If Wen Ning could blush, he'd be beet red. "I didn't do anything for cash, I mean... all that you've heard about, I've done it... um, for fun..."

Wei Ying sighs so deeply he feels like he's taken up the whole air in the jingshi. This conversation is terribly embarrassing and he still wants to know what the hell they're saving up for.

"Here's how it's gonna go. Jingyi, you tell me what you've been investing in all this time, and I'll convince Hanguang-Jun over here not to punish you for the next 15 years."

Jingyi steals a look towards Wen Ning, and they seem to be having a silent conversation before Jingyi finally looks up at his seniors.

"We've been - the lotus pond we've been nursing in the Cloud Recesses died last spring, and we know how sad that made you. So we bought a piece of a lake near Caiyi and have hired someone specialized in lotus cultivation to help maintain them and make sure they don't die out like last time." A pitiful sigh, "But they're really expensive, even with all the help we got from Jinlintai... Jin Ling can't just give money out right now, so we had to... be creative. We actually got the idea at the last discussion conference, sect leader Nie dropped something about Yiling Laozu fanfiction selling really well in the past and, well..."

Wei Ying can do nothing but stare. Everyone - the kids, Wen Ning, even Nie Huaisang - all contributed to this one project that's more time-consuming than anything and that takes up a whole lot of money... and all that because he cried over the lotuses that dried up last spring instead of blooming. All that because they wanted him to be... happy.

He stands up from his seat abruptly, and Jingyi squeezes his eyes shut again, awaiting deliverance - instead he finds himself and Wen Ning pulled into a hug.

"Thank you."

Jingyi's eyes widen. "You're... not mad?"

"I am very mad. I married into this super rich sect for you lot to go sell porn for money?!"

"Wei-gongzi, it's not-"

"Quiet, Wen Ning! You should've just asked Lan Zhan for cash!"

"With all due respect, Hanguang-Jun is not adept at keeping secrets from you..."

"...fair. Still, all this was... a bit too much. Even if I appreciate it, it's not okay to do. So, there will be some kind of punishment for you, Jingyi."

"I know..." and he begins reciting, "...for lying, keeping secrets, making illicit money, drawing and reading pornographic material, distributing said material, pricing highly, not reporting earnings..."

"That's a long list of crimes to atone for. I'll leave Hanguang-Jun to do that. Wen Ning, come talk to me outside?"

"Yes."

---

"How do you feel... about all that?" Wei Ying asks as they stroll along the pathways around the jingshi. "The... materials, I mean."

"To be entirely honest... I am not that upset... You know I have not been very confident before... and this, surprisingly, helps a lot."

"Don't you feel... I don't know, objectified?"

A shrug. "Not really. Sure, it's a bit... weird to see so much... erotic material about me, but it's better than people calling for my death..."

Wei Ying sends him a sympathetic look. He wishes people could see him like that, kind and loving and soft, the way he truly is - nothing like the monster people accuse him to be.

"And anyway... I'm not entirely innocent either... so I'm not surprised there is, um, demand for such things."

"Right... uh, you should probably be a bit more on the down low with that in Yunmeng... I know people from there are really attractive but...like, I'm not trying to police what you do or anything-"

"It is fine, I understand what you mean." A conspirational smile. "I was planning to visit Qinghe next anyway, so you probably will not be receiving any more angry letters, hopefully... Though I must admit Hanguang-Jun's response was... quite hilarious."

Wei Ying chuckled. "He got the 'no bitches?' thing from Jingyi, which is why I think he won't punish the kid that harshly... but how do you feel about what he's done?"

"Well. It is... a bit excessive... but... I cannot say the idea is bad... I did get some of the proceedings myself after all..."

"Man, you guys have a whole business going on! Next thing you'll tell me is Sizhui's keeping the books or something."

"..."

"Wen Ning."

"..."

"WEN NING!"

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wwx #ljy #wn #nhs #hope you like this one even if i strayed a bit from the prompt <3 #writing attempts

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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - Maid Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “It’s not so bad having you around...”)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio’s event story + premium ending. There will be mistakes. I hope you still enjoy it regardless. Do note there is some continuity with prior stories, where Emma references the pretend lover events of the past!

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“Prince Silvio…what is this?” Emma asks.

“Huh? It’s should be obvious just from looking at it. Unless your eyes are blind?” he replies, his words setting her hands shaking.

This morning, Silvio had appeared at her room kicking her door in as he usually does, shoving something at her without comment. It was a navy blue dress, sewn from fine silk, with a lacy apron and the Benitoite crest embroidered on one sleeve. Garter belt, stockings, even shoes - the whole shebang.

“It looks like a maid outfit to me,” she finally replies, and he scoffs at her obvious answer.

She wonders what exactly he wants her to do with this, and he tells her she’s got five seconds to get dressed, much to her utter horror.

When she finally recovers from her shock, she manages a protest. “Why do I have to be your maid?!” Not just that, but why out of the blue like this?

He explains that all of the Benitoite servants are busy on errands today, leaving him without any. She still protests that this is ridiculous, but he only frowns and tells her to be quiet - and hurry up and change or else he’ll strip her himself.

“Do that and I will bite you,” she warns. “Literally!”

He grins for her to go ahead and try, he’ll make sure it’s a diplomatic offense…and she realizes his gaze is completely serious here. There’s no way the tyrant is taking no for an answer on this.

~~~~~~

“Happy?!” she asks him when she walks into the drawing room where he’s gone, after changing into the outfit.

He glances up from the chair he’d been lounging in, looking over documents, and frowns. Criticizing the way she’s got the uniform on, leaving her to grouse to herself over the first thing he says being nitpicky, when he tosses aside the paper and reaches up to retie the slightly crooked ribbon at her neck.

“Thank you,” she concedes. “You have a very deft touch.”

“Idiot. You’ve just zero refinement.”

She’d never though the day would come when she’d hear Silvio describe her as coarse and unpolished, and she can’t help feeling a little embarrassed. Only made worse when he wonders aloud if this is gonna work out - if she’s going to be his maid, she can’t half-ass things, whether that be her work or her appearance.

Aaaand he’s ridiculously strict, she thinks.

She fires back that it’ll be fine, but she’s not about to work for free either. If she does this, she’s expecting some compensation.

“Ha, who do you think I am?” he smirks. “You’ll be well rewarded. Now let’s go.”

His sudden command takes her by surprise, as he gets up and makes immediately for the exit, leaving her to hurry after him. “Prince Silvio -”

“That’s ‘Master’,” he corrects her.

“....Master, can I ask what your schedule is today?” she grudgingly complies.

He rattles it off for her - eight client meetings, one luncheon, one dinner party, and five inspections. Leaving her overwhelmed at the sheer number of things. “Your job today is to work hard for me, alright?”

“....That’s not alright,” she sulks.

He reminds her that a maid always has a smile for her master, not a sour face, as he stops to look back and pinch her cheek with his fingers.

Why is it always HER he chooses for this kind of stuff? she wonders….but resigns herself to making the most of this ridiculous fiasco by using it as an opportunity to observe.

~~~~~~~~

“This particular piece of jewelry is a sample, but we are thinking of mass-producing it for the common folk.” The mansion of a wealthy jewelry merchant is their first stop of the day. She stands behind Silvio where he’s leaning back on the couch, looking over the samples laid out for him - waiting patiently with a smile to be called upon, like a good maid.

Not that she really knows the first thing about how to be a maid, but she’s hoping this is passable.

Silvio seems unimpressed by the drop in quality accompanying the effort at producing the pieces in large quantity, at least for the price they’re suggesting, and he counters that if they can produce something a grade higher than this he’ll consider investing in a factory.

“At the same price?!” the merchant sputters. “That’s…”

“You’re spending too much on raw materials,” Silvio tells him, before calling out to Emma. “...Maid.”

“Y-y-yes?!” Flustered by being called on suddenly, she lets out a loud strangled yelp of a reply, and Silvio turns his gaze down for some reason.

She’s panicking, thinking she’s totally screwed up, as he keeps his head down, hiding his face. “Give me the documents.”

No, that’s not it…she realizes, when he holds his hand out towards her expectantly and she can see it’s trembling, as if he’s suppressing something.

Unbelievable…is he laughing?? She’s fuming, indignant, because even she can get nervous sometimes! And when she hands the papers to him with a little more force than necessary, he takes it and clears his throat. His expression all stiff.

He tells the merchant how they have similar setups in Benitoite, and offers the info on them as a frame of reference, which the merchant thanks him for. Commenting on how he’s never seen such meticulous documents before.

Silvio points out that messy ones are pointless for a businessman, and Emma realizes that it was Silvio himself who created them. She’d noted how neat and meticulous they were, and is surprised to find it was his own work…and vaguely impressed.

He stands then, and she realizes the meeting is over. Hastily making her way to the door to open it for him.

“I’ll be back in a week. I want results by then,” Silvio tells the merchant, before taking his leave.

~~~~~~~~

The moment they make it into the waiting carriage, Silvio bursts out laughing. “Don’t be intimidated in business meetings, woman. It’s distracting.”

Hells, he totally did notice, she thinks with chagrin. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out the correct way to act.” She’s never worked as a maid before, obviously, and when she’d tried to move she’d tensed all up.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just stand there with your head held high, that’s all you need to do. Don’t stress over every single little manner - as long as you do what your master asks, I won’t complain. We’re dealing mostly with merchants today, not nobles. Nobody cares all that much about proper manners,” he tells her. “I’m all about results. Remember that.”

“...Alright,” she agrees. Admitting to herself that might have made her feel a little better, when he puts it that way. Maybe that’s why he said as much…?

But she dismisses that idea immediately as unbelievable.

He asks if she knows what her master wants now, and wracking her brains she asks if it’s a drink. But her answer only earns her a scowl. “Idiot, I’m asking you to hand me the documents for the next meeting.”

Hurriedly she digs them out of the bag they’d brought along in the carriage, and he grins and asks if he should make her turn about three times and bark if she messes up again - doggo obedience style.

“Absolutely not!” she retorts, even more determined now to do her best and not let him make a fool of her.

She makes it through the next meeting with that determination, and the dizzying pace continues after that. Through demands for her to retrieve his stuff, to taking notes on the negotiations, to having her serve him at the luncheon (which almost ends in a spilled disaster but she saves it at the last second) - she does her best to carry out her duties properly.

Until they finally arrive at the last engagement of the day, and she’s exhausted. This party is the last thing on Silvio’s schedule, and she’s clinging to the fact that this will all be over soon. There’s no need for her to be right at his side during a party like this, so she’s free to hang back somewhere within eyesight, at the ready if he were to call.

She can see him a short distance away, surrounded by merchants, but notes that he doesn’t look tired in the slightest. Is being as busy as this just everyday for him?

“Pardon me…aren’t you Prince Silvio’s maid?” A portly man, wine glass in hand, approaches her.

“I am. What can I do for you?” she asks him, noting that he smells strongly of alcohol.

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk that he looks at her so frankly, observing that even for a maid it’s got to be boring just standing there. “This is a merchant’s gathering - you don’t have to keep up some noble’s decorum. How about a drink for you, maid?”

She thanks him politely for the invitation, but declines - though the man seems uninterested in taking no for an answer as he puts his hands around her waist and pulls her closer, to her dismay. “I’ve got some delicious drink over there. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too.”

There’s no one at all over in the place he’s referring to, and a shiver of unpleasant premonition runs through her. Acting rudely here would besmirch Silvio’s name…but…

She stomps on the foot of the man trying to pull her off to the deserted corner, and he lets out a cry, giving her the change to slip away as his arm loosens around her.

“Why you little…” the man begins furiously.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

Startled, she realizes that Silvio has come up behind her without her noticing, and she starts fretting over what to do - he looks pissed. Of course he would be, she figures - stomping on a man’s foot is hardly ‘proper’ behavior for a maid. “I’m sorr- mph?!”

Her apology is cut off by Silvio’s hand clapping over her mouth. “I wasn’t asking you.” He throws a sharp glare at the fancy man. “What do you want with my maid?”

“N….no, nothing, I’m so sorry!” The man manages a faster escape than she’d ever have expected from someone as portly as him.

Did Silvio just…protect her? When he pulls his hand back and she turns around, she finds him laughing his ass off at the guy running away with his tail between his legs after being shot down by a woman. “It would have been even more entertaining if you’d been wearing heels.”

“You’re not going to chew me out?” she asks, to his confusion. “Doesn’t the way a maid acts reflect on your reputation?”

He scoffs at the idea that any one thing she could do would possible hurt his reputation, smoothing a hand over her hair before ruffling it up messily. “There’s assholes like that at every one of these gatherings. If you don’t show them you mean business, they’ll take advantage of you.”

Silvio never tells her to simply put up with anything, she realizes. He encourages her to push back when anyone tries to trample her dignity, regardless of being a maid. Regardless of how her actions might cut into his bottom line or affect his profits - he doesn’t seem to care.

She has to admit to herself, she respects that sort of thing. And the ideas been percolating for awhile now, but she’s certain that deep down Silvio is a good person.

“But…I’m not putting up with the rudeness,” he warns her.

“Oh no, Master certainly has a generous heart, so I think he’ll forgive me,” she counters saccharinely.

“That’s what’s so cheeky about you,” he smirks, the expression on his face pleased despite his words, and she’s taken aback by the sight.

No, no, no way, she tells herself. We are not getting all fluttery over this.

~~~~~~~~

When all is said and done, it’s late by the time they return to the castle. Silvio’s kept up appearances in public perfectly, but the second they walk into his room he collapses on the bed with an exhausted sigh that has her realizing he was putting up a front all along.

He bites out a curse at all the things crammed in today, and she agrees that he’d overcrowded his schedule. “Is it always like that?”

He says he doesn’t think he could keep up with a schedule like that if it was, and she does note that he looks absolutely wiped. Not even trying to lift the face he’s got buried in a pillow. She wonders if he’s going to just pass out as is, and thinks it’s a maid’s strange sort of privilege to see him like this.

Maybe he would rest better without her, though. Aloud, she takes her leave, and turns to go -

Only for Silvio to turn his face towards her while still lying down. “Wait. Who said you have leave to go?”

“But you can’t rest when I’m here,” she protests.

He waves it off. “Don’t care. A maid is supposed to serve her master until he goes to bed.”

She tries to point out that he’s already there, but he corrects her - he’s not sleeping yet.

He certainly looks like he should be, to her, as he pulls himself to sitting up and a yawn escapes him. “Soothe me, woman.”

“Sorry, what?”

He tells her he’s in the mood for some R&R right now. “I don’t care how you do it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go.” She starts to protest, but he cuts her off. “Of course, you won’t disobey your master, will you? If I’m not satisfied, we’ll spend the night together, so brace yourself for that, alright?”

ENDING CHOICE - PREMIUM

The night….together?!?! No no no no NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. Her mind races as she wracks her brain, trying to come up with some way to satisfy him. The only thing she can think of is one of the oldest tricks in the book - one she’s sure he’ll enjoy, given how exhausted he seems.

“If I may…” She moves around behind Silvio where he’s sitting on the bed, barely managing to keep her balance on the mattress sunk by his weight as she scoots closer. All while Silvio is trying to keep a distance from her as if wary of something.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” he asks.

“What do you mean? I was thinking of rubbing your shoulders.”

“Stop messing around. Nobody said anything about rubbing shoulders!” He scowls at her.

She protests that it’s the gold standard when it comes to helping someone relax, but he flatly rejects the idea altogether. She’s shocked to hear that there’s anyone in the world who doesn’t like having their shoulders rubbed, and he’s still frowning thunderously at her despite her not intending to mess with him.

She can’t quite smother her little laugh and smile at the sight of his grumpy face. “Maybe…you’ve never had your shoulders rubbed, Prince Silvio?” Silence is the only answer she receives, before she goes on, amazed. “It’s such a good feeling, but the richest man on the entire continent has no idea what it feels like…”

He warns her not to get carried away, but she assures him she’s not poking fun at him. She just honestly wants him to enjoy the feeling. “Why not at least give it a try and see how it goes? I’ll make you feel as nice as I can.”

“I said I don’t want it!”

“....Are you shy, is that it?” She asks, to his incredulousness. “Is that why your face is all red?”

He flinches, eyes going wide, as she points out it’s pretty suspicious the way he keeps running away from her too.

Until he finally tsks as she corners him, grabbing a bottle of drink off the side table and taking pulls directly from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass.

What the heck is he doing that for, just out of nowhere? she wonders. (It’s called liquid courage, Emma my dear LOL)

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand when he finishes, he turns his back to her on a frown. “Well, if you’re going to do it, then do it.”

“Really?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he warns.

Coming to kneel behind him, she places her hands on his wide shoulders, recalling the various pressure points she’d read about in books as she slowly works her fingers, trying to loosen him up. Presumably because he’s not used to it, Silvio is tense beneath her touch.

“You’re pretty stiff,” she notes, but he doesn’t reply. “How is it? My friends all say I’m pretty good.”

“You’re surprisingly strong,” he concedes.

“Yes, it’s from carrying all those books - I mean, uh, I ah…work out, in case I’m attacked by some ruffians.” She’d almost stuck her foot in her mouth and blown her whole cover story with the reference to her bookstore job.

Silvio doesn’t seem to be paying her slip-up any mind though, as he sits there and rubs a hand over his chest. “No wonder you’ve got no charm.”

She kind of rolls her eyes at that, and they lapse into silence as she works…until Silvio starts to doze off, his head drooping. He really does look like he’s about to pass out at any moment, to her.

“You can go ahead and sleep,” she offers. Knowing that if he does, she’ll finally be released from this whole maid thing.

He seems to agree…but the moment he turns around, her whole field of view is turned upside down, leaving her flailing to catch up to what just happened. Realizing that he’s pushed her back down on the sheets, Silvio lying alongside her. She hastily tries to sit up, but before she can, he’s got her wrapped up as tightly as he can in his arms.

Her heart begins pounding so hard that it feels as if it’s bruising itself on the inside of her ribcage.

“I said you could sleep, I said nothing about dragging me into this!” she cries.

He counters slyly that it’s alright if it means soothing her master, and she scoffs aloud if it’s really possible to relax like this.

“Oh yeah,” he says on a grin. “It’s very satisfying to see the woman who teased me so much all flustered and flailing around now, isn’t it?”

So it’s revenge, she realizes, as he tucks her up tight against him. “Even though you don’t like being touched?”

He points out that she was the one ballsy enough to suggest a shoulder massage when she knew he doesn’t like being touched, and she doesn’t have any answer for that save an awkward laugh.

“Well…it wasn’t bad,” he finally admits.

So he DID like it, she realizes…but then reminds herself that’s not the point right now. The two of them locked in perpetual battle, back and forth, even when simply conversing. Unable to free herself at all.

“....Why?” she finally asks, out of the blue.

“Why what?”

“I’ve been wondering this for awhile,” she begins. “Wondering why, if you don’t like women, you keep messing with me?”

“I’ve told you plenty of times. It’s to get under that damned dog’s skin.”

‘Damned dog’ means Rio, of course. For some reason unknown to her, Silvio seems to consider him his enemy. But… “Would you let a woman you hate stay with you all hours of the day just to harass someone?”

Awhile back, he’d had her play the role of his lover, and today the role of his maid. She doesn’t understand why.

She holds his gaze as she poses her question.

Only to have Silvio avert his somewhat awkwardly as he says it’s something he’s just gotta put up with too.

She has no reply for that, trying to process the fact that he claims he is using her despite his own antipathy to get to Rio no matter what. Something sharp, like a thorn, needling her heart at the thought.

No, you already knew that, she tells herself. What did you honestly expect?

A feeling wells up inside of her that shunts that thorn aside. “I see, I see. So, totally against your will, you appointed me a maid?” He’s silent, unanswering, as she goes on. “Then I mustn’t disappoint, right?”

“Huh?” he asks, eyes going wide in alarm.

“If I don’t pester you to the point where you beg me for mercy and say no more, then you’ll just keep ‘putting up with it’ and use me again.”

She’s well aware of the fact that the man before her is the prince of another country, and she’s obligated to respect him. But that has no bearing on the feeling rising in her…so she puts her hand at his waist, and tickles him.

“Stop! Cut that out, damned woman!!” Silvio immediately cries.

Definitely ticklish at the waist, she thinks with unholy glee, as the arms he had her clamped tightly in place with loosen and he leaps up. But she gets to her feet as well, hands raised in prime tickling position before her as she moves closer to him. “I spent my one precious day off at your beck and call…and all you can say is it wasn’t your idea of fun either?” She points out this seems like a pretty fitting way for her to exact her revenge.

“That’s not what I said!” he protests.

“You basically did! Tomato tomahto!” she accuses.

“No! I put up with it because I don’t hate it!” His face reddens as he finishes. “It’s not so bad having you around…”

She freezes, stunned, and they both stare at each other silently. By the time his words finally sink in, her whole body is burning up. Reeling still from the so-called tyrant’s unexpected admission, a strangely electric air stretching between them, bittersweet and awkward.

Silvio opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly, never managing a sound, before turning his back on her as if to escape. “...I’m going to take a bath.”

“I’ll get a change of clothes then!” she hurriedly offers, grateful to be saved from the moment. He heads into the bathroom as she looks for clothes - grabbing some along with a dalmatian-print shirt and following.

Only to be startled all over again when she walks in to find he’s already begun undressing. She hastily puts the clothes down nearby so as to avoid as much of an eyeful of nearly-nekkid Silvio as she can, and tries to make her excuses. “Alright, then I’m off!”

“Wait.” He grabs her by the back of the collar as she tries to go, and she’s almost ready to cry on the spot. “The deal was you worked until I fell asleep, wasn’t it?”

Stammering, she asks what more he wants - is she supposed to wash his back or something? But he only smirks at that, observing that he didn’t expect her to make such an offer.

This is bad, very bad, she’s thinking, as he goes on. “Well, how about you do just that then?”

“I was joking!!” she cries, but he grins and asks if she’s deaf. “Are you a sleaze?!”

“Alright, wash my hair and back,” he orders, taking delight in her raging as he leans in, his lips at her ear as he chuckles wickedly. “Serve your master wholeheartedly?”

Why though…why is her heart pounding so much, when it’s Silvio we’re talking about here??

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You can find the epilogue here.

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 2 years

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Twisted Love pt 4

Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Language, anxiety, arranged marriage, if I forgot anything please let me know!

Part 3 Taglist. Part 5

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Quiet voices echoing throughout the bedroom roused you from your slumber.

Peeking your eyes open you saw that Loki was talking to a servant near the door.

Slowly you sat up, feeling a bit better now that you finally had had a full nights sleep. Swinging your legs down off the bed you quietly slipped into the bathing room and took a quick shower before dressing in something light and flowy.

Walking back out you saw Loki was sat down at the table picking at some fruit.

When he saw you, he motioned to the spread. "I had breakfast sent up"

"Oh, thank you.." you paused, not sure if you should sit at the table as well but decided that if you took the food and went anywhere else he might take offense.

You noticed he was reading over some documents at the same time anyway so his attention would not be on you.

Although you did not really feel like eating yet you forced yourself to grab a slice of warm bread and spread some raspberry jam onto it.

You were hyper aware of the silence and wanted desperately to ease it but you did not want to bother him. Silenty you finished the slice and poured a cup full of water, on instinct you filled his too.

He glanced up and you saw him nod in thanks.

"I also wanted to let you know of the upcoming hunt" he set his papers down now giving you his full attention.

"Hunt?" You titled your head.

"Yes it's a annual tradition for the royal family to lead a hunt into Briggameads forest and bring back a silver tailed wolf."

(A.n. Excuse me while I continue to make up random words lmao)

A glimmer of recognition, "Oh for good fortune right? Before the new year begins?" You remembered reading about King Bor's first hunt and the peace it brought. Not that you thought the sleighing of an beautiful creature such as that would actually cause any good fortune but you probably shouldn't say that...

Loki looked a little surprised, so you quickly explained, "I read about it in one of the history books the other day"

He nodded, "Well then you already know the basics, the men and women of the royal family lead a hunting party into the woods, the member who strikes the beast down is hailed the Wolf King/Queen for a day and celebrated lavishly for the evening. Basically it's a stupid tradition that gives the people of Asgard a reason to drink and dance until they pass out."

So he thinks its ridiculous too...

"You don't have to participate in the actual hunting part of course,unless you desire to, it's enough to ride with us just until we reach the main hunting camp.

Oh wait that's right, the hunt lasted 3 days. If the wolf was found the hunt ended and if not then Asgard needed to do other rituals to balance out the bad fortune.

"When does the hunt begin?" You asked after taking a bite, the sweet jam like heaven on your tongue.

"In a weeks time, the maids will take care of everything" you hummed.

"I've never been on a hunt.." you said absentmindedly, not even considering that maybe the real princess had been and it was common knowledge. (With your luck...)

Luckily Loki didn't seem to think anything of it, "Well don't get your hopes up. If it wasn't required of me, I'd stay here doing things that actually matter. I only pray that beast shows up soon so we can all go home quickly"

"I don't suppose you could just conjure a wolf.." you felt your heart skip when his lip turned up. Smile. He actually smiled at you!

"No, unfortunately even my magic has its limits"

You wondered what his limits truly were. You'd love to see him do magic again sometime.

After a few minutes of silence, Loki wiped his mouth with a napkin before standing up. "My mother asks that we join her for lunch later" you nodded with a small smile, "Alright". And with that he left swiftly out the door.

You felt genuinely happy with yourself for once. Not only did you manage not to make a fool of yourself, you even made Loki smile. And he didn't seem to mind sharing a meal with you. Perhaps he was warming up to you?

Whatever it was, you were glad not to feel so much anxiety for once. You took another bite and enjoyed the silence.

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Lunch in the garden ended up being just you and the queen mother since apparantly there was a situation to be dealt with. Loki really did have a full plate. You felt almost bad that you didn't really do anything all day. Although really, for being thrust into this situation you should be demanding all the luxuires in the world.

"Has Loki told you about the hunt yet?" Frigga leaned in looking excited.

"Yes he has...I admit though, I am a bit nervous" you felt calm enough to be honest with Frigga.

She smiled and shook her head, "Now theres no need for any of that, think of it as a vacation, the forest is actually quite beautiful this time of year, and besides, let the men do the work. We can relax back at camp with the wine" she winked.

"I suppose it will be exciting going somewhere new.." come to think if it, had you ever seen anything other than the castle walls and busy market place back on Valheim?

"Of course it will be, now tell me, how are things between you two? I don't mean to be nosy but well..you'll understand when you have children one day" you felt a spark of panic, gods were you expected to have children with Loki too? How long was this lie going to last.

You swallowed and let out a nervous laugh, "T-things are well...we um, oh we actually had breakfast together and it was nice" you saw her eyes light up.

"That's wonderful!" You felt a surge of warmth. Even with something as small as that she was so happy and excited for you.

"The two of you will be doey eyed and fawning over each other in no time" you smiled, lifting your drink to your lips.

"I'll be a grandmother soon I know it" you choked.

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An uneventful week had passed, and you hadn't seen Loki more than a few minutes put together. He was busy, along with the other members preparing for the hunt, that apparently was a much bigger deal than you originally thought.

You watched as numerous crates were being loaded onto carriages in the area where you would soon depart.

There was an endless crowd of people lined up just to wish everyone good luck. You unintentionally his behind Loki, not liking all the attention on you. You were the new princess of Asgard after all, everyone wanted a glimpse.

The guards were dutifully making sure nobody crossed the boundaries and got too close. Loki turned around and held out his arm. You wrapped your hand and he escorted you to the waiting carriage.

You forced yourself to smile at the passing people you made eye contact with. You didnt want a reputation of being cold after all.

You found yourself genuinely smiling though when your eyes met with a young girl who peeked around the guards legs.

You gave a little wave and saw how she lit up. How adorable!

"Princess!! Travel safe!!" You chuckled quietly and nodded so she could see.

As you settled into the carriage you realized you never actually asked how long It would take to get there. You glanced at Loki but he was already immersed in a scroll, pen in hand. You decided you would stay quiet until he spoke. Luckily the passing view was quite beautiful so you found no trouble staying entertained. Who knew you'd see all these beautiful sights one day.

The vast landscape was so....peaceful. Miles and miles of beautiful grasses and hills stretched out beyond what you could see. You wondered how it would feel to run through those fields, barefoot in a flowy dress, no one telling you that you couldn't.

Maybe in another life you would've bought a little house in the middle of such open fields.

Perhaps you should relax a bit and try to enjoy the hunt. After all, one day this lie would come to light...so you'd better take advantage of the little freedoms you had before Asgard threw you in a dungeon for the rest of your days...

******************************************The journey was longer than you anticipated however not uncomfortable. Loki would speak up now and then, and did not seem bothered by your presence, just neutral.

Towards the late afternoon the traveling party came to a stop and Loki told you to stretch and take care of whatever needs you had before continuing on.

With a small smile you nodded and let him help you out the carriage.

The air was so fresh and heavy with the scent of rain you couldn't help but sigh in content. You did indeed take his advice and relived yourself, while also walking around a bit. Adessa brought you some nuts and cheese to nibble on, and you found a cozy spot on a rock overlooking the scenery to eat. You urged the girl to sit with you which she was delighted to do. Luckily she wasn't too formal with you which made you relax having a friend like her.

"So how was it being alone with his highness all that time hm?" She smiled suggestively taking a bite of the cheese you offered.

"It was...nice I suppose" what else were you supposed to say.

"Just nice?" She frowned as if you deprived her of something great.

"Adessa I barely know the man.." perhaps the fresh air made you bolder today.

"Trust me, I've gotten far further with barely more than a name, this one time I couldn't remember this girls name, so I just called her Cherry because that was what the color of her p-"

"Dessa!" You spit out the cheese, something between a scoff and a laugh.

"What? I was going to say pants.." She smirked knowingly.

"Wait what did you just call me??" Her eyes wide.

You blinked, "Oh sorry, it just came out"

She nodded her head vigorously, "No no I like it! It's actually what my family calls me"

"Well alright then, I'll call you Dessa-"

"And my lovers-"

"Shall we get going now Adessa" you rose with a small smile.

"Ah wait my lady I was just kidding! Well mostly kidding...anyway! Haha, now let's gets you settled into the carriage again."

The little break had reguvinated you, Adessa had a great talent for making you feel like your old self.

Soon you were back onto the bumpy roads, the sky soon darkening and you wondering if you would even reach the camp tonight.

"We should arrive by nightfall" Loki interrupted suddenly as if reading your thoughts...

Wait. A terrifying thought struck you.

Could he?!

Did he?!

Could magic users do that?!?

You looked up slightly panicked, Loki cocked a brow, "What is it?"

"Can you- I mean did you...read my mind..is that something magic can do..??"

His eyes widened slightly and his lips parted. You gulped in anticipation. Eyes darting to his for any indication.

You watched as he smoothed a hand over his mouth to smother some sort of noise. A snicker? Not likely. (Totally a snicker)

"No, I'm afraid I am not that skilled" he said after a moment. For some reason he seemed amused.

"Oh" you sheepishly looked away, towards the window. The sky a mixture of deep of terra cotta and bright yellows.

"Do you truly know so little about magic?" He regarded you with genuine curiosity. Not understanding how a princess could be so uneducated on what he believed was common knowledge.

You gripped your dress, bunching up the fabric on your thighs.

"It was one of the subjects I was taught the least..." technically true, the true princess did not care for magic, she found it boring and her parents didn't care either way. You however were saddened when those lessons stopped because thos were the most interesting to witness.

"Would you-" Loki seemed hesitant, uncomfortable for a second even before he cleared his throat and continued to speak, "Would you like to see something.." curious you nodded.

He raised his hand, it glowed faintly green for a moment before suddenly a little flame sat in the palm of his hand. It flickered then suddenly the flame grew bright and changed colors faster than your eyes could keep up, soon the entire interior of the carriage was an explosion of rainbows of color.

You looked around in awe, it looked as if you were inside the bifrost itself. Such a sight you had never seen before.

"You're amazing..." you didn't even realize what you said, still looking around the carriage watching the colors shift and dance in amazement.

Loki on the other hand was staring at you. Not knowing what is what he felt in that moment. Only that he felt something strange.

He watched you for several moments before before shutting his hand, the projection closing with it.

Like a child you were a bit disappointed but thanked him.

After that the carriage was quiet once more and Loki was completely silent which worried you slighty but luckily not long after you heard a horn signaling your arrival.

Loki went out first before holding out a hand helping you down.

Had you not been informed it was nighttime you would have sworn it was day by the endless lights that lit up the campground. How they already managed to set up the massive tents and torches glowing brightly you had no idea.

As far as you could see, everyone was bustling around carrying out various tasks. Tables were set up with hunting gear as well as others which had massive amounts of food.

Loki who had been walking beside you muttered something about checking on supplies and walked further into camp.

You stood there taking it all in.

Somehow even though you'd never been on a hunt before you knew this was overkill.

"One thing you'll learn about asgardians Is they are nothing if not extravagant" Adessa whispered as she covered you from behind in a warm cloak.

"But surely the noise and lights would scare off the prey..." you looked at her skeptically.

"Well the hunting takes place a bit further down the trail, they just set up here then small groups go out and hunt...will you be joining them?" She eyed you curiously.

You let out a little laugh, "No I don't think I'd be much help, I'll stay behind" you could practically see visions of you accidentally shooting a person with an arrow instead of an animal.

"Hm well in that case, I'll make sure we find lots of fun stuff to do! You've been cooped up in that palace too long!" There was that glint in her eye again...

Tiredly you smiled, not having the energy to worry about what she had in mind.

As if reading your mind she announced you should rest and led you to one of the larger tents near the middle of the camp, although tent was not quite the right word, as soon as she lifted the flap and urged you inside you let out a little gasp.

"Adessa this is nearly as nice as the palace..." you took slow steps around the large space which included golden rugs on the floor, tables filled with fruit and cheeses, a large bed with thick furs and several other lavish pieces that had you in disbelief.

"How did they even set this up so quickly?" You spun around to a very amused Adessa.

"Your highness I swear sometimes I think your parents raised you in a box" she shook her head and worked on setting out your sleep clothes.

When she realized you still looked confused she sighed with a laugh, "Magic your highness, they used magic"

"Oh..right.." magic of course, was there anything magic couldn't do?

"Would you like a bath before bed?" You eyed the tub hidden by a woven screen. A warm bath did kind of sound nice but you didn't know when Loki would be back. At the palace you knew his schedule and he made himself scarce most days but here might be different.

Sighing you thanked her but decided to just go to bed. After slipping into the silky sleep clothing you slid under the warm furs.

Sleep seemed to elude you once more, your mind loud like a crowd. You turned over in the large bed, gaze falling onto the empty pillow beside you. You always went to bed alone and Loki was usually gone when you woke up. You weren't even fully sure if he slept in the bed everynight or somewhere else. You figured though for appearance sake though he wouldn't do that often. It made you wonder if-

Speaking of Loki... the tent flap rustled and you heard the soft crunch of dirt under boots.

You debated on feigning sleep but for some reason you felt a spark of bravery and turned back over,

His back was to you and you watched as he slid off his outer layers. His shoulders looked tense and part of you wished you could reach out and sooth them.

A glowing ring started from his head then worked it's way down to his feet. Asgardians really did use magic for everything..

You realized this was the first time you had seen him out of his usual day attire.

Perhaps you had been staring too hard because the next thing you knew his gaze was on you and you felt the heat quickly rise to your cheeks.

"G-goodnight" you turned back around embarrassed he caught you staring.

The tent was silent for a moment before suddenly the candles all went out at once and all you could do was listen to the ironically loud silence.

You tensed when you felt the bed dip slightly. You had been married for weeks but this was the first time he was lying next to you, like really lying next to you...

"Goodnight.." his smooth voice cut through the silence.

You gripped the covers a bit tighter around you, your heart beating like a hummingbirds. Sleep eluded you that night but for a completely different reason...

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A.n thank you guys for all the wonderful comments, they really do motivate me to write:) Also I'm curious what you guys think so far! Don't hesitate to let me know:) until next time! Xoxoxo

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rainnotliam · 1 year

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“I’d love for you to show me the sights of Paldea as well! Oh? Well yes, perhaps you’d even like to call it a date!”

_________Notes:

Okay so I’m so sorry I had to draw more of Modern AU Volo instead of working on my fics… do not underestimate how distracted I can get, my attention span spins. Anyways, have a short little story:

It was terrifyingly awkward walking right along with this man, who called himself Volo. You swore he looked faintly familiar… but couldn’t remember why. Was he in an article you read online once? No, no, that couldn’t be…

“So! Your name is Y/N, am I right?”

The sudden question popped your little thought bubble into the wind. You looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“Unless there’s someone else with my name, I’d assume yes,” you said.

If possible, Volo’s smile stretched even wider, so brilliant, you could’ve sworn it was Arceus shining his reign down upon you peasants.

“So I did get the right person!”

He leaned to the side slightly closer. You frowned and looked to your left. At least this wasn’t far from the academy doors. What did Volo want with Director Clavell anyway?

“What? Someone sent for you to look for me to look for someone else?” Sarcasm dripped from your words.

“No need to be defensive around me, my friend,” Volo chuckled.

“If you appear out of nowhere with no communication, of course I have a right to be defensive and suspicious,” you shot back.

That’s when a hand firmly gripped your right shoulder. You managed to say a “Huh!?” in confusion, before getting pulled right against Volo.

“You’re a feisty one. But people like you are all words no show,” he said.

He puts one finger right in front of your mouth as you try to shoot another insult. “I’m certain I could also need someone to help me right now like you. People are staring.”

Indeed, folks were watching. But not all eyes were on you. They were on Volo, practically glued to the man. You felt uncomfortable as people glared daggers at you, but shook your head.

At least you could move your hands. A Pokéball flew out, and within moments, your starter was walking behind both of you. They returned the glares with a single move of their typings, threats spelled in their sharp eyes.

“Seems like your famous or something…”

“Jealous?” Volo inquired.

“N-no! That’s ridiculous!” You managed to sputter out to him.

The latter hummed, murmuring phrases that included the word denial. You decided enough was enough- why the hell did he piss you off so much!?

“Can you just stop acting like we’re best buddies or something?” You smacked his hand off of you.

Volo looked at you with an offensive stare. “I’m just trying to help out with whatever in Arceus is up with your mood.”

Anger started boiling in your stomach. Why? Why did you feel so much hatred to him? He didn’t even do anything wrong!

“Oh yeah, like clinging onto me is going to help,” you scoffed.

He went silent for a few moments. You watched as he shook his head in disbelief at your attitude, opting to put his hands inside his jeans pockets.

You only huffed before walking with crossed arms. He followed after a moments hesitation, head bowed down.

Even your starter looked appalled at your way of treating Volo. They returned into their Pokéball, only receiving an annoyed groan from you.

The turning points from Mesagoza here and there were more awkward than ever. There was an occasional “Who is that?” and “Is that his partner, or is the blondie single?”

He didn’t even look up at that. You grit your teeth, trying to remind yourself he was being annoying…

Before you turned your gaze back in one moment.

Volo was biting his lip, Arceus cap about to fall down from how he looked down onto the ground. His eyes darted to meet your own, before dodging to look at something else.

You stopped walking. He did too, though looked a little confused.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

You sighed. How dense was this man?

Volo slightly flinched as you walked closer to him, before realizing what you were doing. You straightened his cap, and brushed back a few hair strands here and there. He looked slightly surprised, standing there with a dumb expression.

“Stop looking so sad. I forgive you… and I admit I was being a jerk,” you muttered the last part a little quieter.

His mouth opened and closed like a Magikarp’s.

“Uhm-”

You smiled. “Pay me back making you look oh-so-fabulous with some sandwich specialties at a nearby restaurant.”

Anddddd there it was. His cheerful aura returned within an instant, a smile painting his face.

“I’d love for you to later show me the sights of Paldea too!”

“Sounds like something a couple would do,” you murmured.

Immediately, you wish you took back your words.

“Oh? Well yes, perhaps you’d even like to call it a date!”

Volo allowed himself a smug grin, as a faint trace of blush spread onto your cheeks. He was quick to take your hand, even.

You pretended to be annoyed, and groaned on how much further both of you had to walk. But secretly?

You felt slight joy hit close to your heart. Maybe today wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought?

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