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honeybeedrabble · 7 months

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Dangerous Desires (vii)- Mask Off

AN: I know this took a LOOOONG time to get out but it’s all worth the wait, trust. Now we’ve got the plot really coming in and i am SO! EXCITED! anyways, enjoy!!

Word Count: 6.7 K

18+ MDNI!!!!!

Content/Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD !!!! MAJOR KAKASHI LORE DROPPED !!! AFAB!reader x Kakashi, hurt/comfort, fluff, dark fluff, drinking, stalking, attempted/implied attempted SA, violence, mentions of blood, dark!kakashi, yandere!kakashi, piv sex, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid) unprotected cream pie (DONT BE STUPID!!), mirror sex, breast play, marking, biting, major angst up ahead, VERY MINIMAL EDITING (i'm really excited to get this out lol) lmk what i missed!!

You would think that Kakashi telling you he loved you would make things easier, but it didn't. If anything, it made things worse. Before, you could say that he's just a horny shinobi, looking for a quick fuck at anytime available between missions, with you being the easiest piece of meat around. But now? Now you're forced to acknowledge that there's more bubbling beneath the surface. You’re more than just a soft body for him to wrap his arms around and use for his own pleasure- you’re someone who he loves. Very deeply in fact.

You lay on your side, nestled deeply nest to his chest, his arm draped over your shoulder. You looked up at him.

“Kakashi… I…”

“Don’t. Don’t say you don’t feel the same. But if you do… don’t tell me either way.” He spoke almost nervously. “I don’t want you to say it back if you feel pressured by it. But even if you do, I don’t want you to say it because I’m afraid... I’m afraid of what I’ll do.” He said, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh.” You sighed deeply, staring up at the ceiling with him. “You said that you’ve imagined yourself saying things to me, things I have no idea about. If we’re being transparent… what is it you want to tell me?” You asked, resting a hand on his chest.

He was silent for a moment, pondering what to mention or what not to.

“I… I’ve seen some stuff.”

“Haven’t we all,” you smirked. He let out an amused exhale, running his thumb up and down your arm.

“Yes, but I’m still dealing with it all… I want to tell you but I don’t know how you’ll react.” His voice shook a little. You sat up to look at him, his arm falling from yours and dropping to the mattress softly. His eyes seemed watery and you quickly wiped away a tear before it could fall.

“I’m here… no matter what you tell me I won’t leave.” You cooed. His eyes shot up towards yours, shining with hope. “I won’t leave… I promise.” You say with a soft smile. He sits up, holding your hand to his face, then moving it down to his chest. You could feel how fast his heart was beating through his chest, worried whatever it was would be too much for you. Worried whatever it was was too much for him.

“When I was younger, I grew up with my father, who was also a shinobi. We have a very dangerous job, you and I. Saving people. My father had to save people himself, making their lives a priority as opposed to the mission he was sent out on. In doing so he returned home a hero, but also scum. The other shinobi couldn’t believe that he had abandoned his mission and chastised him, turning him into an empty husk of a man. I lost my father, he wasn’t there anymore.” He said softly. You ran your hand up to his neck, caressing him, hoping to soothe his pain.

“When I arrived home from school one afternoon I saw him laying on the ground. Dead. He had killed himself.” Kakashi looked away from you, tears beginning to fall.

“Kakashi…” You managed.

“No note or anything! No goodbye. Just gone. God, I hated him for that. How could he leave his own son!” he bawled, crying heavy tears.

You reached your hand around to the back of his head and held him close to your chest. You could feel his warm tears hit your breasts one after the other. He breathed heavily, occasionally drawing in a shaky breath just to let it go in a half-scream against your chest.

You pet his hair, raking your hands up and down his fluffy mass. You placed a kiss against the crown of his head and wrapped your other arm around his torso, holding him closer to you. When he finally stopped hyperventilating, he rest his head against your chest, holding your arm wrapped around him for comfort.

“I learned later that it doesn’t matter what the mission is, as long as you can save your friends you can never fail a mission. But when I realized this I did the unexpected. I had killed my very own friend. She just- I didn’t- oh god,” he broke down again.

His arms wrapped around your back, hands grabbing up to your shoulders and pulling himself deeper into you. He told you about Rin between breaths, about her unfortunate demise and how he had been the hand to deal her death. All you could do was listen and hold him. He rocked gently with you in his arms and his head against your chest. Thrashing when he spoke of Obito and the scar on his eye that came along with the boys sacrifice.

He told you about Minato, how he raised Kakashi when his father couldn’t. How great of a leader he was and how much he misses him. He couldn’t protect Rin, Obito, or Minato, he spoke of how much of a failure he felt like.

No matter how hard he shook, how loud his cries were, or how intense his hold on you was, you didn’t let go. You didn’t even say anything, you just let him get it out. And while watching the man you saw as big and strong crumble completely in your arms brought a few tears to your eyes, you didn’t leave him once.

A few minutes later, after his eyes ran dry and his head hurt from all the tears lost, he finally spoke.

“The funny thing is… that whenever I’m with you… that stuff doesn’t bother me.” It came out as almost a whisper.

“What do you mean?” You asked, hand stilling in his hair.

“I mean… that it’s never in my head. When I’m with you it’s like all that shit that happened before I met you didn’t happen at all. As if… it happened to someone else. Maybe it’s true.” He sat upright, arms holding you less desperately.

“I’ve changed so much since I’ve known you. I feel like a completely different person. Before I used to prefer being alone, now I can’t stand it. I cant stand it because every time I’m alone I’d rather be spending that time with you. On missions, in the shower… in my bed.” He added sheepishly. You smiled a little bit, blushing at his words.

“I feel like when you're not around my soul is screaming for you. And it’s so loud, sweet girl it doesn’t let me think of anything other than you. I love you… I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you so much I feel like I’ve loved you always, not just in this life but previous ones I can’t even remember. And in future lives where I’m sure we'll meet again.” Another tear fell out of his eye, this one you weren’t worried about.

“But then all the memories flood me like a collapsing dam. It’s all in a second. I’m scared you’ll get hurt and I can’t protect you because I’m not there. Or worse, I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I’m afraid that no matter how hard I try to keep you safe, I’m scared that that demented twist of fate will take you from me anyways. I couldn’t live another second if you were stolen from my life.” Kakashi cried again, you wiped his tears before his mask could be wetted by them.

“I can take care of myself, Kakashi. I’m a shinobi after all. I know you haven’t seen me fight but I know how to defend myself and others. I wont die.” You tried to reason. It was to no avail.

“My love… I don’t believe you. I cant. Not after what I’ve seen… I cant lose you. To lose you would be losing myself.” He held you closer to him, his warm skin against yours as he lay you both back down on the bed.

“I love you. Don’t leave me. You promised.” He spoke softly in your ear.

“I did.”

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The talk with Kakashi was too heavy on your mind. The next day it was all you could think about He had lost so much, you never thought about how life was for him before you two had met. You knew you’d be up all night thinking about it so you went out for a few drinks to put you to sleep.

When you arrived at the bar you scouted out the scene, a few couples, a group of friends or two, and of course some people on their own. You sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of bourbon. Sipping it occasionally between thoughts.

You felt a tap on your shoulder as a few ryō were placed on the counter next to you.

“I’ll have whatever she’s having. In fact, why don’t you get her another one?” A man with dark hair spoke from behind you. He smirked then sat down next to you, telling you his name. You quickly forgot it because of how intensely disinterested you were.

You polished off your drink as he spoke, quickly finishing the one he ordered. You thanked him for the drink, then told him you had to leave.

“Why? I barely talked to you,”

“I’m sorry sir I just… I didn’t plan on staying long and if I’m being honest I can really only handle one of these at a time. They filled my glass pretty high and I need to get home.” You explained. He glared at you.

“I buy you a drink and you take it and leave? Real classy.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t feel so good so I’d appreciate it if you just let me leave.”

“Fuck you.” He spat. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Have a nice night.” You turned around.

“Bitch…” he muttered under his breath as you left the bar.

You were lost in thought, almost drunkenly walking the streets back home, thinking about Kakashi. Your heart ached, wishing you could be with him without the terrified feeling of losing your job. You were sure people wouldn’t take you seriously if you were public about your relationship. They’d figure you slept your way to the top, not even taking your occupation seriously and all together stop visiting you.

You opened your apartment door and tossed your belongings on the nearby couch, turning on the light. You felt a heavy weight thrown against you, similarly to when Naruto had bumped into you. When you turned around is when you saw him. The man from the bar, slightly smelling of alcohol. You felt the color drain from your face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” you yelled. He slammed the door behind him, walking up to you. You couldn’t believe how you let your guard down so easily.

“Listen… I payed good money for you. 350 ryō for a drink so I can get into your pussy isn’t a lot to ask for, but you just couldn’t deliver. You could’ve had it the easy way but you just had to be a prude.” He slurred as he approached you. You were frozen in confusion, yet sure what was to come. You were able to back away when he lunged and tried to grab at your hips.

“Let me make myself at home.” The guy smirked.

The door burst open and he snapped around. Kakashi stood in the doorway, his eyes piercing daggers into the man.

“Shit… you’ve got a boyfriend.” He whined. “Sorry, she didn’t tell me. She just invited me over.” He spoke. Kakashi grabbed him by the collar and thew him to the ground as he hit the ground head first.

“FUCK!” He yelled, clutching the back of his head.

“Sweet girl,” He grabbed you by your shoulders. You looked from the bar guy to him. “You need to promise me you’ll remember this. You’ll remember me as I am right here, right now in this very moment. Remember how I am with you. How I would never hurt you.” He spoke urgently. You were even more confused.

“Y-yeah…” you shook your head. He pressed a masked kiss to your forehead then turned around and grabbed the man by the shirt, dragging him just past your door way.

Kakashi knelt on the man’s knees, then struck him with a punch to the center of his face, the man yelling in agony. Kakashi put another blow to his face, then when his right hand got tired he alternated with his left. Striking the man over and over again, blood staining Kakashis knuckles. You hear the man spit blood on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t know.” He begged.

Kakashi stood up, then kicked the pained man in his rib. He let out a cry, grunting and taking it all. Kakashi lifted him up and held him against the outside wall, punching him in his gut, the man coughing up blood. Kakashi smiled under his mask, watching the man who tried to take you writhe in agony.

“I should fucking kill you. I saw you follow her home, I know she didn’t bring you.” Kakashi almost laughed.

“Please man, I’m so sorry. I just- fuck. Please stop.” He man blubbered, his chin falling to his chest.

“You’re a stupid son of a bitch. You’re just a piece of shit who can’t get any pussy and the only way you can get it is by trying to hurt my girl. I think the village would be a lot better without you in it,” Kakashi punched him again, letting go of his collar and watching him slump to the ground. He thrusted his knee into the man’s face, the mans head being thrown back against the wall hard. He cried. Kakashi crouched down to the guys level.

“If you want to live you’ll get the fuck out of here. Not just this building but the village itself. Go far, because I’ll fucking look for you. And if I find you I’ll kill you out there where nobody can find your body.” Kakashi was a mad man, staring into the bloody man’s eyes with a violent craving for his pain. The man lay on the floor with a groan between his wails.

You stood there, the experience completely sobering. Kakashis fists we’re covered in blood, his face had a few droplets on it as he stood in your door way, his head turning to look at you. You looked back, throbbing with arousal.

As a medical shinobi, you couldn’t believe what he just did. But as a woman, you couldn’t believe he wasn’t inside of you already. The way he brutally attacked the man who had bothered you, who had followed you home and had tried to assault you, who had tried to take you from him… it made your heart beat unreasonably fast.

Kakashi lowered his head and slammed the door behind him, walking up to you with a dark aura surrounding him. You felt the hair on the back of your neck raise as he snaked his hand around your waist to pull you deep into his large frame. His grip was tight, eliciting a small whimper out of you as you felt his iron strong arms lock you against him, forcing you into submission, leaving you with no room for movement.

“Did I scare you, sweet girl?”

Your breath hitched, the seductive tone of his voice sending the shiver down your back, he could feel it. What he couldn't feel was the pang of desire, shooting at your needy cunt. You shook your head and he laughed low in your ear.

“Really?” He smirked, hand trailing down your back and resting just above the curve of your ass. “So if I went out there and finished the job, you wouldn’t scream?”

“…No….” You rasped, having a hard time catching your breath while you trembled in his arms, core tightening and loins burning with an insatiable desire for his touch. The wet slick soaking your panties wasn't helping. You felt as if you had lost all sense of composure, pawing at his chest as you lost your inhibitions in his embrace.

“Really? Cause if you say the word, I’ll make sure that the only tomorrow he sees is when he's six feet underground.” You felt his member hardening behind his pants. You threw yourself against him further, searching for what you desperately craved.

“You don’t need to do that… he didn’t even touch me…” You said softly, looking towards the door. With his free hand, Kakashi held your chin between his index and thumb, moving your head back up to him so he could look you in the eyes.

“Well then I guess we’re both very lucky men, huh? He’s lucky, because he didn’t touch you. And I’m lucky, because I get to fuck you.”

He kissed you deeply, his lips warm under his mask. You grabbed both of his cheeks as you desperately needed for contact. As you kissed him you felt a shameful lust burning its way through your body, ignited by the violence in Kakashis crime of passion. And it was all for you.

You raked your hands through his hair, eyes snapped shut tightly. He broke the kiss but your eyes remained closed, lips parted knowingly. You felt his soft, warm lips meet yours again, uncovered by the confines of his mask. You smiled into the kiss, feeling his lips against yours without the feeling of the bandana against your eyes. While you did like to wear it, feeling Kakashi’s kisses without the restriction was invigorating.

You opened your lips immediately, your tongue diving to into his mouth for a change of pace. He laughed slightly, backing you up against your wall and spreading your legs with his knee. Your breath hitched as he pressed his knee under your mound, his hands tight on your hips, pushing you down onto his leg.

“Go ahead and ride again, sweet girl… Show me what you can do. This time I won’t let you get tired.” He licked your bottom lip, tasting your berry flavored balm and sighing before he crashed his lips against yours again.

You swayed your hips back and forth, moaning into his mouth pathetically. The feeling of his pant clad knee getting hotter from the friction of your cunt was amazing. Your juices soaked through your panties, coating the very inside of your pants as you kept rocking against his leg.

You could taste the flavor of orange on Kakashis tongue, the combination of his spit and your lip balm creating a beautiful taste the both of you shared as your kisses got more and more heated. He tore away from your lips with a growl, tackling your neck with a feral hunger.

“I always love to make your neck look like a war zone… it’s so beautiful when I’m done with you.” He sunk his teeth into your neck, lightly biting into your soft skin.

“Thank you Kakashi!” You whined, feeling the start of a marvelous climax rising from the depths of your core. “M-More! Please- More! Hurt me more!” You cried, clutching his white, shaggy hair tighter.

He pushed you against the wall rougher, moaning your name as he bit at your sexy collar bones. His cock became increasingly harder as you dragged your clothed cunt against his leg. He lifted your shirt up and bundled up the hem of it, brushing it against your lips. You opened your mouth and he stuck the cloth in, you bit down on the material and he unclasped your strapless bra. It fell to the floor and he dove into your tits.

His soft, wet tongue circled your sensitive nipple, he horribly suppressed a moan as it hardened in his mouth.

“Perfects tits… all for me…” he huffed, kissing your cleavage as he played with your breasts. You whined, the soft shirt drowning out most of the noise. Your eyes were still cemented shut, knowing fully well not to open them, unless he were to beckon you to stare at his face. You wanted to know his face desperately, but you were focused on being good for him, letting him suck your tits like the good girl he needed you to be.

You felt the plush of your thighs shudder under his muscular leg, your orgasm on its precipice. Your brain replayed the moment he attacked the drunk man, blood spattering his knuckles as he broke more and more of him for the sake of you. You shook violently, cunt pulsing on his thigh as you came.

"Good girl..." He praised, digging his fingers deeper into your hips as you rode him. You barely heard it while you were so lost in thought. Thinking about how Kakashi would do anything for you, and how the only place you felt the safest now was in his arms.

"I love you," You moaned, juices running down your legs from inside your pants. Kakashi's breath hitched, fingers going limp against your hips as you continued to chaise your high until you slumped against the wall for support, breathing heavily post-orgasm.

"What did you say?" He asked, you kept breathing heavily until you remembered your vocalized amorous affirmations. You felt like you were caught, not sure if you should repeat what was so impulsively thrown out of you. But you couldn't help but smile to yourself, feeling the void inside of you dying, ready to accept the love only he could fill.

"I love you." You confessed, feeling a giant weight being taken off your chest. One of Kakashi's hands cupped your cheek, as he desperately devoured your lips. He broke the kiss to rub his thumb along your under eye. He said your name, catching your attention.

"My sweet girl... open your eyes... please." He whispered. You felt your heart race, unsure if you heard him right. "Please... look me in the eye when you say it."

With that, you slowly opened your eyes, looking at him in the face. He was so beautiful. You stared at his face, unable to look away from how stunning he was. It wasn't just because you were so aware of how much you loved him, it also wasn't just because you were so aware of how much he loved you that made him so mesmerizing. You felt your eyes tear up, knowing how big of a deal this was for the both of you.

"I love you." And then you saw the smile. You could see how his lips turned up as he grinned, a beauty mark under those lips and his teeth slightly on display while his eyes creased gently. You lightly gasped with shock, finally able to see him happy in front of you.

"I love you more." He said, enveloping you with his gaze. You felt your heart beat, watching him speak for the first time with so much intensity, and it was to tell you: he loves you more.

You hungrily kissed him, desperate for more. More of him. You tugged at his shirt until he could break your kiss and slip it off from over his neck. You watched him do so. He threw the shirt to the floor then looked back to you to see you were already looking. He smiled.

"Do you like what you see?" He smirked.

"You look beautiful… You are beautiful." He was taken aback, you watched as his face flushed pink, your own reacting in accordance. "All I want is to look at you." You shamelessly admitted. He laughed.

"Sweet girl, now you know how I feel about you." He moved in closer, kissing you quickly, you closed your eyes, even though you wish you could keep them open to look at him.

Your nipples hardened against his warm chest, arching your back into him. He groaned, slipping his tongue into your mouth, which you took with greed. Your fingers tangled in his hair, taking all he could give you. His hands moved to your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them with haste as he was surprised by your sudden gluttony.

"I need you so bad..." You managed to get out between heated tongue battles. He growled in your mouth as you pulled your pants to your ankles and stepped out of them. He animalistically grabbed the backs of your thighs and threw you to his hips, where you wrapped your legs around him with haste.

He moved you through the hallway with ease, taking you to your bedroom, and while you were taken aback that he already knew where it was, you didn’t say anything. He dropped you on your bed, it squeaked as you landed ass first and a few pillows fell off in the process. You slipped your underwear off, watching him as he watched you. The hunger on his face easier to spot now that his face was bare to you.

He licked his bottom lip, moistening it with the slight drool he had in his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to make you his, stuff you full with his cock while you told him over and over again how much you loved him. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

He got on the foot of your bed, tearing the rest of your shirt off with one motion and abandoning it on the floor with the lonely pair of underwear you just discarded. He admired your glistening pussy, post orgasm and already eager for more, he wanted to devour you. He wanted you to be all his senses, your juices coating his tongue, your hands in his hair, his nose filled with your scent, his ear hearing your moans and his eyes tearing you apart as you came undone on his face. But he had other things in mind for you.

He grabbed both your arms and lifted them over your head, your hands crisscrossed at your wrists as he held them down with his left hand. His right was busy working on his zipper then he finally pulled them off along with his boxers and left them by your clothes.

His right hand lifted your ankle up, plopping in on his shoulder and snaking his hand to your knee, where he kept it still. You watched as his face blew even further with lust when you tilted your hips for easier access. He rubbed the head of his cock on your clit and you twitched at the sensation.

“You don’t know what you do to me… you make me insane.” His hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft, pumping himself up and down as his tip weeped creamy precum and dribbled onto your folds.

“And you make me weak,” You writhed under his detainment unable to break free, his eyes fixed heavy on you.

“If this is weak then you won’t recognize yourself when I’m done with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to think.” His deep voice vibrated in your ears as he pushed the smooth head of his cock down your wet hole with a pained look painted on his face.

You clenched around him as you watched his expression morph across his face, his teeth clenched tight before his jaw hung slack and a loud moan escaped his lips. His hand moved up to your ankle, holding it steady to his chest while his hips drove his thick dick in and out of your warm walls. Your head spun as you kept your eyes on him, feeling your body burn hot while he bottomed out inside of you with a growl.

“You’re taking me so good… I can see it in your stomach.” Kakashi motioned towards the cockbulge in your abdomen. You couldn’t look though. How could you look at anything other than his beautiful face and how his teeth sunk into his lower lip each time he bottomed out.

His thrusts became faster and harder, a sweat bead rolling down his face as his hips snapped against yours. You let out breathy moans, unable to contain your noises of bliss as he fucked you hard and raw in your own bed. He leaned down to suck a bouncing tit into his mouth, tongue rolling along your nipple and teeth softly biting into the surrounding skin. You arched your back, desperately wanting him to mark you even more.

“Mine, mine, mine…” he whispered into your tender flesh, fucking you mad as you whimpered loud.

He was naked. Finally naked… with you. He fucking you so deep you felt like you two were one, and your tight pussy held onto him as he slid in and out of you, loud, wet noises coming from where your bodies met and you practically screamed his name before you crash your lips against his and shook in his grasp.

“Mph- love-“ you got out between kisses. He stopped his kisses as he looked down at you. Your face was completely fucked out, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and eyes rolled back slightly in ecstasy. He let go of your hands and let your ankle slide off his shoulder, it shook as it landed on the bed.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you up to meet him and kissed you hard before shoving you into a doggy style position, facing the corner of the room where a vertical mirror sat, you two completely reflected in it. He came up behind you, rubbing his wet cock against your clit, mixing your juices and his together on the tip of his dick before pushing it into you once again. You moaned loud, his hand tangled in your hair as the other rested on your hip. He held your head up and towards the mirror as his head dipped to yours.

“Such a little slut, look at yourself. A total mess and all you did was fuck yourself on my leg and lie down for some dick.” He licked your neck, a breathless moan escaped your lips as you pressed your ass into his hips, dick inching deeper inside you.

He kept a firm grip on your hair as he fucked you infront of the mirror, he watched you intently while you completely lost yourself to the feeling of his hard cock filling your tight warmness to the hilt. His thrusts became harsh and desperate, your tits bouncing with each slap against your ass. His groin was completely soaked by your slick, sticky slapping noises filling the room each time your bodies connected.

You felt your orgasm approaching, pushing your ass back with fervor with each snap of his hips. His cock twitched inside of you and when you finally looked back into his eyes, he was already looking at you in the mirror. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were burning deep into you, his mouth agape as moans escaped through one by one. You felt yourself fall over the precipice and shook violently in his touch. You could tear your eyes from him as you came hard, staring at his reflection infront of you as you screamed.

“FUCK- K-Kakashi! I love you! I- OH! I LOVE YOU!” You cried. And it was just then when his hips stuttered before slamming into you passionately as his mouth fell open completely and a string of cursed fell from his mouth while his cock shot thick, hot, white ropes deep into your needy pussy.

“Oh- oh- oh, sweet girl. I love you so much- fuck! I love you, I love you…” he trailed off between moans, groaning out your name as he filled you up so much, his cum dribbled out from the sides.

You took him so well and he fit so right inside of you, Kakashi was positive you two were meant to be, so obsessed with the fact he was made for you he couldn’t think of anything else as he watched his cum drip out of you and onto your sheets. He knew it. He was right.

You crashed down to the bed, a shaken mess. God, you looked pathetic and Kakashi was just eating it up as he scooped you in his arms. He grabbed a box of tissues on your nightstand and wiped you clean, kissing your sweating forehead with his soft lips and covering your naked bodies with your blankets.

You two lay there for a while, Kakashi whispering sweet nothing into your hair. You couldn’t understand him, you were too fucked out to think just like he told you you’d be.

It was a few minutes and you finally stopped shaking, head craning up to kiss deep kisses into his neck. He smiled, his head coming down to meet your lips and kiss you. When you two broke the kiss, he looked deep into your eyes, a melancholic look on his face. You were confused, but continued to admire his beauty before he looked away and pressed your head into his chest.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, unsure of his sudden mood shift.

“Yeah… well… no.” Kakashis voice was nervous. “…There’s a war coming soon.” Your head shot up.

“What? How do you know?”

“It’s just a feeling I’ve been having for a while. With all the talk of akatsuki attacking the hidden sand a while ago… and the hidden mist village attack the other day… I know we’re in for something big.” Kakashi sounded positive, but you didn’t want to believe it.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I just am. I was talking with Lady Tsunade after filing my report and she has the same suspicions as I. Things have been too peaceful for too long. Somethings up.” Kakashi spoke. He held you tighter, not knowing he was doing so.

“Well then… No matter what I’ll protect you out there with my life.” You said softly, trying to suppress your fears of the hypothetical war. Kakashis grip on you tightened.

“Don’t you see that’s the problem?!” He asked defensively, his voice raised.

“I-I’m sorry?” You asked, especially confused now.

“There’s no way you’re fighting in the war, it’s too dangerous! I forbid you from going out there, I’m not losing you.” He said with a booming voice, holding you impossibly tighter. You struggled to breathe before getting out of his death grip, and sitting up in your bed, clutching the blankets to your chest.

“I don’t think you understand Kakashi, you can’t keep me from doing my job.” You announced defensively. He shot up next to you, turning to look you in the eyes, his face angry.

“No, I don’t think you understand. You fighting out there is the most nonsensical thing I’ve ever heard. I wont always be there to protect you the whole time and even if I am, I doubt I could. I cant protect anyone!” He spat. You furrowed your brows. If anyone could protect you, it would be Kakashi, that you knew.

“Kakashi you’re being unreasonable. If people get hurt out there they’re going to need me.”

“Not any more than I do!” He bit back, tears forming in his eyes. Your demeanor quickly softened.

You stretched an arm out to his back and ran your hand up and down his skin soothingly.

“If you go out there and get hurt, I don’t know what I’d do. I cant lose you… you’re what completes me. Without you I have nothing. Without you I am nothing.” You watched as tears ran his cheeks and you felt your own tears fall, watching the man you love crumble in front of you.

You watched Kakashi smile for the first time, you watched him cum for the first time, you watching him get mad and now cry for the first time all in one sitting. You longed to see him happy again, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

“Kakashi… you just have to trust me when I say I can defend myself. I’ve said it all before but you never listen to me!” you defended yourself, still trying to soothe him with your hand on his back.

“No. I know that if you go out there you’ll die. everyone I’ve loved has died and I refuse to let you become one of them!” He became agitated again. He said your name.

“My sweet girl, there’s only one thing I ask of you.” His voice and face were dead serious, grabbing your other hand tightly in his. “Quit your job.”

You felt your heart sink. How could he expect you to do something like that?! Your job was the only reason you two met- hell- your job was the only reason you were here!

“Kakashi… no.” His face changed instantly, brows furrowing and eyes becoming dark once again.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean no. Absolutely no. Helping and healing people is what I’m passionate about, I’m a medical shinobi and a good one at that! Kakashi I know this is hard for you, I’m sorry for who you’ve lost but I’m not going to become one of them! You need to believe me.” You pleaded. Kakashis hand loosened it’s grip, and he tore his face away from you and onto his blanket covered lap.

“Sweet girl… If you love me, like you say you do, you’ll do it for me.” He said low.

“What are you even saying?”

“I’m saying you can’t have both!” He snapped, looking back at you. “It’s either me or your job!”

You felt helpless. You sat there for a minute, mind racing a million miles an hour.

“CHOOSE DAMMIT CHOOSE! CHOOSE ME! CHOOSE ME FOR ONCE! WANT ME FOR ONCE!” He yelled, tears falling heavier. You cupped his face and quickly moved in to kiss him. He tried kissing back but couldn’t manage.

You kissed him softly, stroking his cheek and wiping away the rogue tears. You broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against his. He held your face too, hands on your neck with his thumbs on your own cheeks.

“I choose my job, Kakashi.”

His hands fell from your face as he tore his out from your own. He cupped his face and bawled into his palms, crying so hard his body shuddered. You wrapped an arm around him before he tore himself away from you and quickly got out of bed.

He grabbed his boxers and pants, putting them on in a hurry.

“Kakashi, what are you doing!?”

“I’m getting out of here.” He muttered, his voice quivering.

“What the hell is the matter with you, why!?”

“Because I refuse to be with someone who has a death wish! I refuse to love someone who’s going to leave me just like all the others did. I could handle not being public about our relationship, I wouldn’t have minded as long as we were both committed. But this? No. No way.” He zipped up his pants and walked out the door. You clutched the blanket to you as you followed him out.

“So what now? You’re just going to be mad at me for loving my job, is that it?” You asked, watching him pick up his shirt and put it back on.

“Mad isn’t the half of it.” He didn’t look at you and he slipped the shirt on, the mask bunched around his neck.

“Well then what is it Kakashi, what do you want?”

“I want out.” Your heart stopped beating.

“…What?”

“It’s over. We’re over.” Once again you didn’t have any words.

“Y-You can’t be serious. Kakashi I know you’re scared but so am I. Please, let’s just talk about thi-“

“There’s nothing to talk about. You made your decision and now I’m making mine. I cant lose another person I love, as long as I’m with you I’ll love you. So if you’re going to throw yourself into the hands of death I don’t want to watch you do it.” His eyes were red.

He pinched the top of his mask and pulled it over face, hiding himself from you once again. He walked to your door, opening it and standing in the doorway, throwing his head back to look at you.

“You were never going to choose me.” With that, he walked out and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone in your one bedroom apartment.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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02/26/24 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew;WeeJohnWondays; New Calendar; Watch Party Reminders; Uk Billboard; Trends; Fan Spotlight; Love Notes; DailyDarby/Tonight'sTaika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Wee John Wonday! =

No guests today! Just the wonderful Kristian Nairn himself! So I didn't get time to write up a synopsis, so I'll give you a few highlights I thought you might like!

Next Wee John Wonday will feature: Ruibo Qian and Anapela Polataivao!

Calypso's Birthday Airing Episode, the guests will be: Con O'Neill and Gypsy Taylor!

Tattoos!

GOT questions!

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== New Calendar ==

Weekly Calendar! Tomorrow is #TomatoTuesday!

#TomatoTuesday is a day to rave about OFMD's rave ratings on Rotten Tomatoes to different streamers! Please add your own review if you haven't already! Rotten Tomatoes Review Tutorial.

== WATCH PARTY REMINDERS! ==

= People of Earth S2 =

People of Earth S2 continues tomorrow Feb 27 at 9 pm GMT / 4pm EST / 3pm CST / 1pm PST. Need access? Reach out to @iamadequate1!

#PiratesOfEarth

= Uncle Season 2 Watch Party! =

Wed 28th + Thurs 29th GMT - 8pm / ET - 3pm / PST - 12 pm Streaming on I-player! Outside the UK? Follow this VPN tutorial to learn more.

#ForTheNewUncle

= Joe Lycett Watch Party =

According to the new weekly calendar you can join @lcwebsxoxo for Joe Lycett Watch Party at 10 pm GMT on twitter! #YoureATreasure

== UK Billboard ==

As many of you have heard, the Save OFMD Crew has been working on getting a billboard going in the UK.

"Our goal is to help achieve pick-up for Our Flag Means Death. To do it, we need the show (and the campaign) to continue garnering attention through sustained interest, viewership and fandom growth, and we need to prove to other streamers that picking up the show is a good financial investment."

Since there's so much information, I'm just going to give you some links that you can peruse at your leisure:

Save OFMD Crewmates Billboard Post on Tumblr

Transparency Policy

London Billboard FAQ

SaveOFMD Crew Contact Info

If you'd like to donate to the billboard/truck/subway effort (it's not required) please visit: Save OFMD Ko-Fi

I mentioned in another post-- if you don't feel comfortable reaching out to SaveOFMD Crew directly, and want to chat/forward feedback anonymously, I'm more than happy to do that on your behalf, just shoot me an anon ask. However, I will probably not get to them tonight because it's already very late, sorry! I'll forward them on first thing in the morning for me.

== Trends ==

Sure looks like #OurFlagBBC is still going pretty strong! Great job friends!

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Collages =

Almost at the end of the month of February -- and the Feburary LOVE #OurFlagMeansDeath Collage Fest! from our fabulous crew-mate @WanderingNomad on Twitter! So close to being caught up on the rest of the month!

Day 26: Season 2 Costumes!

Day 10: Ewan Bremner!

Day 11: Joel Fry

Day 12: Ruibo Qian

Wanna be featured in the fan spotlight? Send me a message! We're trying to make sure our creative crewmates are getting a chance to strut their stuff! I've been reaching out to several folks so hopefully we'll have lots more soon!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies. Tonight, I was gonna write a bunch of stuff but then I found this video of Rhys sending some love and encouragement, and I felt like it was needed more than anything else. I haven't gotten permission to share the full video on here yet, so if I do I'll get it posted. For now, @lividturkeys posted an uplifting section that I think we all need to hear tonight.

"Keep the laughter coming...We stick together and keep bringing love and joy to this planet, it needs it more than ever...Keep laughing, Love you"

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Okay so I'm running out of time, so tonight will be pics not gifs, sorry all. One of these days I'll finish catching up earlier in the day (ha!)

PS: I have no idea why but my 5 year old finds Taika and Rhys HILARIOUS. Like, laugh his ass off roll on the floor laughing when he sees Taika talking and Rhys making silly movements.

#daily ofmd recaps #daily ofmd recap #ofmd daily recap #ofmd daily recaps #save ofmd #kristian nairn #wee john wondays #taika waititi #rhys darby #ofmd #our flag means death #calendars #our flag bbc #Instagram

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prismaticpichu · 10 months

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A genuine favorite of mine: Sane Sephiroth gets a wing and the main inconvenience is that it reacts to his EMOTIONS. He's trying to be cool but he's nervous and it SHOWS that. Stuff like that! What's your take on poor Sephiroth who can't hide his emotions?

Oooooh oooh oooh oooooooooooh!!! That is SUCH an adorable premise 😭 And man can I see poor “lock those feelings up tight” Sephiroth having some trouble! If y’all haven’t plz go read One-Winged Feathers are EVERYWHERE by the amazing Holly you see here!! The story follows CC-era Seph sprouting his wing and like the title suggests shenanigans sure do ensue and ahhhhh it is such a cute ride!! Anywho back to the show.

🪶 🪶 🪶

Unlike his emotionally-barren, insane, pyromanic bipolar half, CC-Sephiroth has a lot of emotions swimming around in that heart of his. Sure his overall toughness (and swagger) isn’t a facade—this guy IS strong as heck. But at the same time… he is also squishy. He can be vulnerable, just like any other person out there. He can get overwhelmed. And the only reason people don’t see this is because he is stellar at, as corny as it is, bottling those jello-like feelings inside.

So! What happens when you make those emotions into a transparent window case for the world to see…?

First off, Sephiroth can’t figure out how to put the darn thing away. He tries desperately to find a way to tuck it in—to furl it, or fold it, or SOMETHING—but all his efforts are in vain (and ends up tripping over the couch + keeling over three lamps in this endeavor). It’s also through this first encounter that Sephiroth realizes just how intertwined his emotions are with his wing. The more his panic rose, the more his wing stiffened and beat and thrashed.

And this realization terrifies him.

The remainder of the day is spent at his place, trying to train the wing like a mischievous pet to NOT mimic his emotions. He tries deep-breathing, relaxing himself into a calm, steady rhythm, until his wing is able to slacken…….only for the telephone to ring and for the black pinion to jolt out of complete and utter fright (knocking over a replacement lamp in the process). He tries physically scolding it like some kinda mantra—“I am not anxious, I am NOT anxious”—only for the wing to still quiver in complete defiance. Poor thing. He eventually surrenders, slumping against the wall with his face in his hands. And the wing sags like a wilted plant right beside him.

It isn’t long until Genesis & Angeal (once the, y’know, initial shock passes upon finding him) catch onto the wing’s transparency. And this, this right here, leads to a whole lotta denial in the coming days as Sephiroth continues to not know how to retract properly. They constantly catch sight of the thing quivering, or sagging, or going completely stiff, and always end up approaching Sephiroth afterwards. Sephiroth can’t even believe how ineffective his stone-hard, ay-okay face has become. It’s practically useless. Useless. Genesis & Angeal are always able to know when messages from Hojo were sent to him (annoyed twitching), or when new press conferences were scheduled (quivering), or that one time when he overheard one of the cadets talking about the “M” word (somber wilting). It’s exposing. It’s weak. It’s unbecoming. It’s…

Cathartic.

One thing that Sephiroth can’t deny is the weight that lifts from his chest after talking about these triggering burdens. Without any way to conceal them, without any way to deny them, his two buddies always manage to chip the answer out of him. And… and… it’s not bad, being able to confide those things. Not at all. It’s healing, for Angeal to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, or to hear Genesis say he would throw Hojo in an industrial shredder on his behalf. So healing that he begins to wonder why he would let those burdens plague him alone.

Eventually, Sephiroth manages to guide the wing back into his shoulder. But just like the stray feathers that lingered behind, a new lesson remains with the raven-esque SOLDIER. He doesn’t need the wing to quiver for him to confide in his friends. He doesn’t need to grit his teeth and bite out “fine” for every “are you okay?” thrown at him. He knows better now. Why it took for a flipping bird wing to burst from his shoulder to learn this, Shiva only knows.

…

Of course, on the occasion that the wing DOES come out, it’s still not any less emotionally-tangled than before.

Genesis has recorded the wing:

• Swaddling Sephiroth

• Joyously vibrating

• And he’s pretty sure the thing slapped him on its own accord when he called him a woman

#sephiroth #ffvii #crisis core #asks #ty!!#angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 #for the record everyone else is ShinRa kinda just goes ‘meh’ when seeing the wing

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spandexinspace · 4 months

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@radioactive-earthshine Gave the birthday boy a protein shake. 🫡

Happy -938 birthday to him!

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"Here." Ayla trusts one of two identical transparent cups into Querl’s hands. It’s cool to the touch, though less so than how most humans appear to prefer their beverages, and contains a white, viscous liquid with an almost imperceptible pink tint, punctuated by small, dark dots.

"What is this?" Querl asks, eyeing the substance sceptically. He’s not made a habit out of trusting unidentified liquids his teammates hand to him, since many of them have demonstrated an interest in regularly consuming nearly or slightly toxic substances for no justifiable reason. It might not even be consumable at all, for all he knows.

"Protein shake. Contains fancy seeds and stuff, Tenzil says it has benefits." She grins at him and leans back against the railing, turning her back towards the biosphere below as the contents of her own cup lap dangerously high up the container’s walls and threaten to spill over them at any moment..

"Benefits?" Another thing his teammates seem to have their own ideas about. No surprise that Tenzil is the source of this mystery liquid though.

"Oh, you know, some stuff,” she says nonchalantly, her lips still curled into the type of grin that says it’s not.

"Ayla, elaborate."

"Tenz said he got it from some ancient human records called P-ins that said it's supposed to give you energy." Ayla leans closer, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sexual energy."

“Grief,” he says, drawing out the word to empathise his disbelief. "That seems highly unlikely; The replicators are not configured to provide medical grade products. And even if they were there'd be no guarantee it would have the same impact on either of our biologies as it would have had on a human a thousand years ago." Despite himself Querl can feel the tip of his ears and cheeks heat up, undoubtedly turning a treacherous dark green even as he tries his best to remain unbothered.

"Yeah, yeah, science. Can't hurt to try it though, can it?" As Ayla leans back again, as relaxed as ever, Querl studies her expression for a sign of, well, anything. She’s more open than most, but he is quite frankly awful at reading people and she knows that.

"It definitely could. But you don't actually think this will work, do you?"

"Only one way to find out." She takes a big gulp of the drink and then pauses for a moment, as if to savour it, her face a mask of exaggerated contemplation. "But nah, I think Tenz is full of nass on this one. He'd believe any recipe he found in any old record. Helps being able to eat all the weird stuff they used to eat back then, I guess. This ones’s not too bad though, doesn’t even taste like chems." She wipes the back of her hand across her lips.

Querl raises his cup and slowly rotates it, watches as the thick liquid lazily swirls in the cup and the black dots bob up and down in it like miniature buoys. There is a notable lack of a chemical smell to it, replaced instead by a weak, earthy scent not unlike some of the things they ate while stuck in the 20th century. Very unlike the so-called pizza they ate there, but not unlike certain other things they ate. Its appearance still fails to bring him comfort.

"You do know you don't have to bring me food," he says, glancing over at Ayla. Stalling, if only a little.

"I know, but I get worried about you sometimes. Lyle does too, judging by what Salu says he’s told her.”

"And what has he told Salu?" He narrows his eyes, running through the options in his head.

"She didn’t say exactly what he said, just that he gets worried about you sometimes. I think he mentioned something about it while they were on a mission with the squad ‘cause they’d been away for a while?”

“He... does that.” Querl sighs. ”I’ve already explained that he shouldn’t be concerned, I clearly survived just fine before him.”

“Not really how it works, my guy. Look, I don't really know what's up with you and I ain't going to dig if you don't want me to, but you should take care of yourself. You're not helping anyone by not taking care of yourself and we'd all be pissed if you died or something. It was bad enough the last time around." Ayla takes another drink from her cup, her gaze seemingly fixed on something very far away. Or perhaps nothing at all.

"It's fine. I'll be fine."

"Good. Now try the sprocking thing before it becomes even warmer."

Querl takes a last look at the liquid in the cup, then brings it to his lips and takes a small drink. It’s smooth and still slightly cold, the texture only broken up by the black dots, which somehow manage to be both gelatinous and hard at once and feel oddly large and uncomfortable in his mouth. It’s not too dissimilar to the awful, pungent "milkshakes" Lyle seems to have a thing for, but unlike those it's not heavy with the kind of artificial sweetness that lays itself like a thick coat over one’s tongue and teeth. It's still sweet, but the taste is less pronounced, tinged with a bitter and earthy note. It’s a strange and unfamiliar taste, but not a wholly repulsive one.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's acceptable."

"Uhu, feeling any energy yet?"

"Grief, Ayla." He rolls his eyes and she lets out a bark of laughter, whatever shadow that came over her before now gone.

"Just checking," she says, before taking yet another sip from her own cup. "It is pretty good actually. A lot of food here tastes so fake, but this could actually have some real nuts in it."

“And here I thought you didn’t know anything about nuts.” Ayla reaches over to swat at his shoulder with the back of her hand, but her touch is light and there’s a clear, contagious bemusement in her expression.

“Oh, and I thought we were being proper today,” she says.

“There is nothing improper about discussing commonly farmed crops. You of all people should know that.”

Ayla snorts. “Nasshead. Nuts aren’t even common crops back home. Most of it’s just grains and even then we sell most of that.”

"Hm, yes, I suppose that’s true. Most food on Colu originates from Winathian grain producers, though as far as I know it’s processed off planet."

"That weird bread you-all eat?"

"It's not bread. It's super-processed grain infused with vitamins, proteins and mineral additives. It’s a nutritionally complete food and makes use of as much of the grain as possible, thereby reducing waste and ensuring our survival."

"Thanks for the lecture. Kinda tastes like nass though." Ayla grimaces in mock disgust.

"Flavour is perhaps not its main benefit.” It, in truth, doesn’t taste like much of anything at all. He’s still not decided if he prefers that to all varied, unexpected and often disgusting tastes of alien food. “It's very efficient though, both to transport and to eat, and you don’t need to eat anything else to fulfil your nutritional needs.”

"I just can't imagine not having other options though. Even when we have bad years back home we usually have some options. Buncha different recipes and conserves. My grandmas all knew probably about a hundred different things to do with mixed grains and not much else."

"Perhaps it's different for other people. My family constellation wasn't ideal for being immersed in our culinary traditions." Querl shrugs half-heartedly. It’s not like he ever would have had a choice even if he had wanted to.

"Nass, sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"It's alright." It is. It doesn’t hurt like it did before, in particular not when it’s her saying it. Unlike some her words aren’t laced with ill will and Ayla is, for as boisterous and loud she can be, surprisingly easy to get along with. Surprisingly easy to just be around.

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, continuing to sip at their drinks as they slowly turn room temperatured. It’s strangely filling for a drink, though Querl supposes that has something to do with the – by the name implied – added protein and perhaps the partially soft black things. He makes a mental note to research the matter further later, perhaps even by talking to his worrier of a boyfriend.

The cup is mostly empty by the time he breaks the silence.

"Thank you. For the drink. It’s not as disgusting as it first seemed." Tilting the cup back and forth he watches as the now thinned out liquid and a few stray dots flow along the bottom of it, trying to keep up with its movements.

"Any time. Gotta keep you going so I can keep kicking your ass in training."

"How altruistic of you. Perhaps you would be better off fighting someone who can match your enthusiasm?”

"And risk losing? Don't think so, beans." Ayla eyes him, her eyebrows knitting together in either a frown or thoughtfulness. “I mean, unless you want to.”

“I don’t. And even if I did, someone would inevitably lecture me about the physical demands of our field of work and demand I train with Val, again.” Querl waves a hand dismissively in her direction, then crosses his arms. “Besides… I do appreciate your company. Even with the absurd nicknames.”

“Aw. Maybe someday I’ll teach you how to make up nicknames too.” She reaches over and ruffles his hair. If he makes an indignant noise in response it’s nothing short of her fault.

#dc comics #losh #brainiac 5 #querl dox #my writing #legion of super heroes #ayla ranzz #lightning lazz

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egginfroggin · 9 months

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With regards to this post:

Ingo is a fine, honest, upstanding example of transparency and truth until his little brother is thrown to the wilds and he isn't allowed to help, whereupon all bets are immediately off and he will lie to the face of anyone he has to to keep Emmet safe -- including Irida, the woman who gave him a home.

Don't mess with him, it is a terrible mistake to do so, and yes, he is absolutely willing to fight Kamado on this. With Pokemon or straight up throwing hands.

Violence and deceit aside, the twins kind of... instinctively reach out to each other for comfort, sometimes. Emmet, while he's filling out the Pokedex, probably hunts Ingo down whenever he's in the Highlands -- or literally drops in via Braviary.

Ingo has, for whatever reason, always been able to understand the slightly odd Galarian sign language that Emmet uses, and after Emmet goes non-verbal, Ingo is about the only person he can just... talk to without issues. This was especially comforting during the incident with the sky, because it was so much easier to just spill out the truth of everything to someone who would understand immediately and react accordingly.

(There are a lot of tears, a lot of high-octane emotions, initially; they spend at least one night asleep on each other because Ingo just pulled him into a hug after Emmet's hands started shaking too much to sign with, and they fell asleep like that)

(The urge to debate Kamado on his decision to banish Emmet was already there the moment Ingo had heard about it; the urge to outright fight Kamado on the matter was near overwhelming the more Emmet told him, and probably the only thing grounding him there in Lady Sneasler's den was Emmet himself breaking down)

Emmet basically stays with Lady Sneasler for those weeks during the incident in the original WTST, and he does the same with Ingo during this version of things. Ingo winds up not being able to help him with the Lake Trio for the purpose of keeping up appearances, but he does intervene when Kamado tries to come up the mountain. He's, frankly, tired of holding back, and tired of Kamado's increasingly questionable decisions, and he absolutely lets him know.

("Leave, and do not come back -- you are unwelcome here, and failure to leave on your own will result in you being forcibly removed. Lady Sneasler is far less kind than I am, Commander, and I'd hope that you're intelligent enough to know not to tread on the territory of a mother whose kit you wronged.")

(Kamado is not allowed back into the Highlands until Sneasler says so, and even after she says such, the Commander is perfectly fine with simply staying away for a while longer)

Even after the Pokedex entries for Pokemon in the Highlands are completed, Emmet still sometimes just shows up at Sneasler's den or Ingo's doorstep, like some kind of weird wild Purrloin.

After the incident with Volo, the visits become even more frequent. When his health starts to decline from working too hard to finish the Pokedex, Ingo finds him and hauls him back -- by the collar, if necessary -- to sit and rest. He's as insistent as Zisu is in the original fic, if not more so, and Emmet finds himself listening a bit more quickly (something about the exchange -- "You are working too hard! Your cab is in disrepair, and you must pull the brakes before you derail completely!" -- feels extremely familiar).

With Ingo there to mitigate some of Emmet's more... detrimental practices of overworking himself, Emmet is in a bit better shape when he finally goes home.

Speaking of going home, remember when I said that Ingo was willing to lie to and fight anyone in Hisui for Emmet?

When he remembers who Ingo is to him and realizes that he isn't home, Arceus gets an extremely upset little chosen on its doorstep.

("He was in Hisui for six years," it tells him, surprisingly calm despite his threats to thrash it worse than he had in Hisui and stuff it into a ball again if it didn't bring his brother back right now. "Time is a sensitive thing, chosen of mine; the six years he spent in Hisui must pass here, as well, before he will come back.")

("But he'll come back?" he signs, too distressed for words, hands barely steady enough to form the words, and Arceus tell him that, yes, Ingo will come home)

(About four years later, Ingo drops into a tunnel, follows the tracks back to the station, and finds Emmet in a white coat, waiting for him)

(Finally, everything is as it should be)

#pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #multi line au #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #submas #wtst #pokemon arceus #egginfroggintalkin #eggin's writings #queued posts #note to self: do not write responses to tags at three in the morning #also note to self: stop making new variants of wtst when pandemonic paradise is still unfinished #these tags were so much fun #I need to go look through some of my other posts and see if there are any more that I can answer #thank you to all the people who leave tags for me to chortle at and blush at like some weird maiden #you know what thank you to everyone who reblogs my funky chatterings #I hope everybody reading these little tags has a good and blessed day #<3 #shoot shoot shoot I mucked up some continuity stuff sorry #this is why I shouldn't reply to tags at absurd hours of the night agh #I'll fix it now

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zombeebunnie · 1 year

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This is actually a very good question that took me a lot of time to work on and think about so I could give the best and most transparent answer without spoiling anything and give the player(MC) an idea of the area they're in when it comes to the game.

From Noah's perspective, even though he deals with a lot of rainy weather he actually enjoys it because the sound of it really helps him sleep and he likes the smell of the rainy air. To an extent, he does have moments where he misses the sun/moon peeking through especially at night. He'll take some time out to enjoy it while he can if he has the energy to do so but the area he stays in tends to have a lot of fog and dense areas that block a lot out and if he notices this he just won't go outside.

His favorite season is spring! He's slightly more active around this time and enjoys what he can. One of the few things he loves about spring is the animals coming back through the swamp and the surrounding areas as he explores. They remember him and sometimes approach him so he just kind of goes along with it while giving the animals enough space. He'll be in such solitude that he may accidently fall asleep only to wake up hours later to the surrounding animals comforting him or sleeping next to him since they don't see him as a threat. This specific situation happens every now and then but if Noah is gone for too long inside the cabin, they will show up unannounced at his door wanting him to come outside, he eventually caves and spends some time with them until they leave. On top of that a lot of the floral begins to bloom and he'll spend a while just enjoying the scenery and taking it all in, even collecting some to bring back with him. The weather during this time is also not too hot and is cool enough for him to really enjoy it with there being enough days of rain to keep him at ease.

His second favorite or a close tie with spring would be fall! He can get a bit melancholy during this time with everything going away from the animals to the leaves, flowers, etc. What makes up for all of that though is the cooler weather and the colors the forest and swamp change to as it rains. He thinks it's beautiful to watch the leaves fall around especially as the light rays peek through when he looks out the window. When the fog isn't too bad and he has the energy to takes his strolls, he feels warm and comforted. This also gives him a chance to bring out more comfortable blankets and pillows for even better sleep. This is just a fun little addition but before the events of the game, he really loved receiving and buying fall scented gifts and items. Even if it's a thoughtful basket filled with cheap fall scented stuff (candles, soap, etc) he'd accept it with a big smile on his face and use up everything. :]

For winter he's really mixed on how to really feel about it, it's better than summer by a long shot for him but his own personal reasons keep him from really enjoying it. Winter has a bit of what he likes and doesn't like so it's almost like a gamble. It rarely snows where he's at and if it does, it's pretty inconsistent and doesn't last long so he won't be too interested in going outside. At most there will probably be lots of ice and freezing rain, the scenery would look very bleak and almost uncanny. It's not something he'd enjoy unless it's really foggy outside, he would prefer that type of view instead. He would just stay inside and wrap himself up in blankets and find something to do or sleep.

He really does not like the summer, if anything he actually hates it, he'll only tolerate it if it's raining, cloudy, or decently warm. When it's full hot blazing sun with no clouds or fog to keep things cooler, It makes the area humid and horrible so he chooses to stay indoors as much as he possibly can, even if it eventually rains.

#Get to know: Noah #Trembling Essence #game development #male yandere #visual novel #dating sim #itch.io #illustration #yandere #horror game #digital art #drawing #artist on tumblr #survival horror #indie developer #interactive fiction #ask me stuff #ask box #indiegamedev

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margle · 10 months

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23 ans 24 for dee and mac?

thanks for the ask

23. Future headcanon

Dee:

I have a couple of head canons and they mostly revolve around deetress because im annoying. I think it can be explained with: Dee bangs the Waitress and the Waitress is Getting Married 2: Electric Boogaloo. I dont actually imagine them ever getting married but I think they would try to have a ceremony, horribly fail, and then stay together anyway.

a more interesting hc is that I imagine dee and the waitress being pushed together because of the death of one of their former classmates. I think it would be a really interesting way to explore their childhoods and the years we haven't seen of them in school together. (im actually trying to write a fic about this but haven't got that far yet)

Mac:

I cant imagine mac ever wanting to leave the bar or dennis. I feel like out of all of them he would be the most averse to change. It's boring but honestly I just hc as staying in that flat forever with dennis (and actually establishing some kind of stability with him rather than being stuck in the friend zone for the rest of his life)

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Dee:

I think dee actually keeps a lot of her life hidden from the gang and only shows the stuff that she thinks makes her look good.

one secret I think she keeps is that she is really lonely. another secret is that she does love dennis back, but resents him so much that she cant possibly admit it. this is tangled with another secret: that barbara's abuse of her hurt her more than she lets on. and her relationship with dennis was badly impacted by the way she pit them against each other. and I think she also pretends not to care that frank isnt her biological father.

Mac:

Mac is an interesting character because he is very transparent but also deep in denial. I think that's because it's more comfortable for him to just not think about the things that he hates about himself. realistically though I think he knows more about himself than he lets on, but chooses to pretend to be oblivious because it is too painful to admit he knows himself. though, I dont think this is intentional. I think his mind is all tangled up with denial and, now he's come out, acceptance that it is confusing for him to understand what he really wants / who he is. thats why identity is such a massive part of his character arc. so I think he probably has a lot of secrets. I think he probably resents his parents a lot, but refuses to admit it because, as we've seen a lot with mac, he seems to think denial is an effective way to get rid of his problems. so if he pretends to not resent his parents, they'll finally love him?

but his biggest secret is that he doesnt actually hate dee (please rcg im begging)

#anon ask #iasip #deetress #dee reynolds #mac mcdonald #I spent way too long thinking about my answers

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hup123hup123slapslap · 2 years

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Truth be told the Hacketts and Eliza both get what they deserve I saved only Caleb and killed Silas cause yeah he's a wolf boy that can curse everyone and the family are murderers, but Eliza used her son a freak show act cause of what he his and trys so desperately to be the victim, but it's really Silas cause of she's pulling the strings and the kids tried to help him out but didn't go as anyone hoped and the fact she's been manipulating us from the start.

OK BUT I ALSO HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS

this rambling may or may not take all facts into consideration because I can’t find all the details atm, but quite frankly, I’m not certain that Eliza wasn’t a victim

the fire incident happened on october 27, 2015 - a full moon. we don’t really know how often the Harum Scarum had events and whether it was only at night, so quite frankly Eliza could have been a really fine mom actually. if she had Silas locked up on the full moons, it doesn’t mean he was locked up all the time. (she was doing better than Chris at least coughcough) Eliza’s kid being an attraction once a month is actually better than most dance moms, let’s be real

Him being raised well is actually not antithetical to his whole feral-boy-in-the-woods thing either. Silas probably knew that outsiders = bad, especially with him being a werewolf, and especially after his whole life is burned down. If no adults from the crew made it, or were willing to take him in, it makes sense he just slipped into the woods. Trauma and fear could have easily set him in the cycle he’s in in-game, regardless of how his upbringing went. We see Silas returned to his cage for safety and comfort, but is that because the cage is all knew? OR is it because that’s the last place he remembered being before everything was taken from him.

Does he remember the full moon, or is he like any other werewolf? Did he lose awareness in his cage as turned, safely in the confines of his traveling caravan, and then wake up, outside, with his home and family turned to ash? Does he blame himself? Does he even know he didn’t escape and start the fire himself?

It also makes a lot more sense in the modern timeline of things, where technically if cps is like ‘y’all are good’ and everybody signs legal papers I don’t think a freak show is necessarily off the table. It implies a certain level of unity and transparency that inherently seems impossible, considering the history of freak shows. but a modern day freak show would have a billion legal hoops to thread, and looking back, it could have been a pretty chill place. Was it great? Probably not, but we actually have no reason to think Silas had a horrible life pre-fire, despite how easy it is to jump to that. Possibly a reach because idk how much the modern day freak show idea was thought through but still

I wonder if the Hacketts chasing sightings of him follow a pattern of places where the Harum Scarum went, and then Silas finally just settles back where it all ended. until Dylan, Caleb is the only person we know he attacks - and that was under duress. Now, I have separate ideas on the Dylan incident and subsequent stuff, but this is already long so whatever

basically we can assume that as a werewolf, Silas is...actually fine. we don’t hear any evidence of the white wolf sightings involving death. and it’s almost certainly a fact that there is one full moon that the Hacketts lock themselves up, because one full moon falls during the active summer camp period. and at least for this one year, Silas was present during that full moon and didn’t do a thing

idk I feel like maybe Eliza is allowed to be pissed and manipulate the strings of fate to try and protect her son

#the quarry #krueger123f #silas vorez #eliza vorez #it's genuinely up in the air to me whether eliza did anything wrong lol #quite frankly she could have just made the questionable decision to monetize her child once a month and like that's not great but also #people do that all the time and in far worse ways so

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Hello! I came here for the matchup if you dont mind^^

I lwould like to be called Hana!Im straight,use she/her pronounce

My height is around 5'5,medium length black hair, with a few small bangs that I parted on both sides (sometimes it curled up). I have tan skin and a pretty tall figure(well maybe because im kinda skinny)

Outsiders look at me they will think I'm a quiet, shy person (some people even say I look pretty mean when they first see me and I don't know why) but for people close to me they see that I have a rather loud, enthusiastic and open personality. I consider myself a person who puts everyone's wishes above my own

However, I am still quite introverted. I also lose my temper easily. I like to help and comfort people, but sometimes I get tired of helping so many people in one day.I am a sensitive person,it helps me to understand people around but also makes me feel anxious and vulnerable.

I love food,I easily get hungry so I often prepare a lot of spare food in the kitchen. I like to study and learn about world history and politics and discuss them, listen to music and draw in my spare time.Maybe also sleeping because I find myself easily sleepy (maybe due to the amount of homework I have to face most of the day)

My favorite color are yellow,pink,blue,violet. I always try to be strong and don't like to rely on others, but sometimes I want to be taken care of and loved.I have a habit of clinging to my loved ones, and I also want to be comforted and receive encouragement when I feel low about myself.

I think thats all about me,thank you!!

Eventide

I match you with Yoriichi Tsugikuni!

•I think it would take time for your relationship to progress, since it would rely on both of you building up trust

•Yoriichi’s quiet and reserved around you—not rude, mind— he only wants to observe you more and take things slow so as to give you time to get comfortable with him

•When you begin opening up and showing your more outgoing side, he feels relieved that you’re getting used to him

•The more you speak and show enthusiasm at being with him, the more he will open up too

•Not too much, but you’ll notice him talking more, smiling more

•At this point he’ll definitely start growing fonder of you and he’ll try to learn about your hobbies and the stuff you like so he can make you happy by preparing them

•Even though he’s very kind and considerate and measures his words before speaking them, he has a slight tendency to be blunt (not as much as Muichiro, just a bit) but he quickly notices if what he said hurt you and smothers up his words

•Despite his fervent desire to make the world a better place and to put others before himself, he still worries about you doing so

•Of course, he appreciates your kindness but he doesn’t want you to just- you know, let yourself get hurt for others, since you’re too dear to him

•Definitely tries to keep you from getting angry, and when he sees you being worked up about something he pretty much he’s immediately at your side, speaking to in the gentlest way

•He probably wouldn’t talk about his problems too much to you, and instead encourage you to talk about yours instead if it helps you out

•But after losing his brother Michikatsu, he might just break down in front of you without even meaning to, and you being there to listen and comfort him is probably what seals your relationship

•At this point, you guys are basically soulmates

•Considers your empathy to be a gift of some sort, like he’s ability to access the transparent world and melts everytime he sees you comforting anyone

•Definitely has the little wish of having a family with you, growing old with you and let’s hope nothing bad happens..

•So, i don’t think Yoriichi would be interested in politics much but i do think he’d like history, at least that of Japan’s since i’m not too sure if he had any way of learning much about other countries in the Sengoku Era

•So feel free to ramble on and on to him, he’s engrossed in both your voice and the knowledge

•When it comes to music, he whips out his flute

•Tries his best to play some lovely tunes on it for you, sometimes it comes out weird but he’s doing his best

•He doesn’t know how to react to your sleepiness too much, other than to let you sleep and to take over your chores/tasks and performing them as quietly as possible so he doesn’t disturb you

•Yoriichi doesn’t strike me as being a good cook, but he can wield a sword, he can make you food when you’re hungry at times, finds your appetite amusing!

•Doesn’t mind clinginess (secretly finds it cute and might accidentally admit it one day) but he isn’t too clingy himself, just lets you do your thing

•Gives you little headpats at the most random times

•Has tried and failed to tuck your hair into Japanese buns countless times, he’s determined though

#so sorry for the very long wait #i was having trouble writing this and kept procastinating this #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #yoriichi tsugikuni matchup #nan’s eventide.

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Hello! I hope you’re having a lovely weekend!

I’m just popping by to say hello and to thank you for having a generally balanced view of Jensen (while also appreciating Jared). I get so sick of the slavish worship some people pile on their "King Jensen." But, I’m a also now getting little tired of reading Jensen bashing, much as I understand the reasons behind people being upset with him, and was on board with criticizing him for a while myself (mostly because of prequel stuff). Maybe I’m just a soft touch and meeting him a few times this year at cons, and talking to him a tiny bit, has helped me like him more again, or I just can’t maintain being outraged about something forever, but I thought you could give me some of your take on Jensen that isn’t related to his wife or the prequel mess.

On the weekend I was watching Dawson's Creek episodes with young Jensen on them. And his character is not very like Dean, at least in terms of his actions on the show, though there are some similar quirks. I think Jensen is good in the role, but it’s not really anything that stands out to me other than a fondness for him (much like I have a fondness for Jared himself on Gilmore Girl's rather than thinking the character Dean is amazing). I think Jensen shines much brighter as Dean than pretty much any other role I’ve seen him play.

Do you agree with this, or is their another part he’s played that has really resonated with you?

Also, Jensen has pretty much said something along the lines of all of his parts will likely have a bit of Dean in them from now on, whether honest or in jest. Do you think he’s pandering or is this simply the truth? If this is true, do you think Jensen has internalized the praise over Dean so much so that he’s now afraid to play a totally different sort of character? Or do you think he enjoyed playing Dean so much, and got so used to him over the years, that he just can’t let his type go? Or do you think Dean is closer to who he actually is, as a personality actor, so it’s just more comfortable for him?

If you had to guess, which character that you’ve seen Jensen play do you think might be the most like his real personality. (If not Dean)?

I know it’s not really my business but I can’t help but be curious what Jensen and Jared are really like since I will always love them for bringing Sam and Dean to life, at least. Jared, I think is very close to what we see at cons, but Jensen is much harder to read.

Anyway, I appreciate hearing your thoughts on the above, if you feel like sharing them. My appologies for rambling a bit, I will try to clean up my ask before sending.

What a beautiful ask! Thank you, Anon!

I don't perceive any rambling in your writing, on the contrary, there's transparency and clarity.

To answer your first question: While Jensen shines the most as Dean, I believe he shines differently as each character. However, Dean was the most iconic compared to what he got to play before being cast as a Winchester. Let me explain (or at least try).I find Jensen has a very cinematic look that works powerfully on camera, he has a balance of beauty and strange that make him incredibly captivating and he also has a mix of layers of darkness plus a childlike wonder, he's a very unexpected mix and so, personally, I'm in awe to some degree of all of his characters (yes, even the sucky ones) because I believe he has an incredible presence, it's enchanting and can be so in dark or light ways.

As for him now consciously choosing to only play variations of Dean, that's a limiting choice for him business wise as an Actor and he is doing is out of lack of knowledge about his own business. Jensen never learned about his main type within the business so he assumed because most people identity him with Dean that he needs to cater to that. If he will keep on doing so his roles will be extremely limited. Dean worked for SPN. Outside of that Jensen needs a way more defined image to get the leading roles. I'm sorry, I know this isn't the answer you were probably looking for but you were honest with me so I have to be honest with you. Jensen's real demeanor, voice and attitude are very far removed from Dean but it's natural that playing the same character for years and years has made Jensen think he is a one trick pony and that people only want to see him as Dean. I think that's highly limiting of people for him, it's in essence murdering all of his layers and potential over one past character we can't seem to let go off. I love Dean too but I refuse to limit an Actor over a past performance. So, it is my strong hope that Jensen will seek guidance from both an Actor Branding coach as well as an Acting coach to explore his Brand and his Acting Range.

As for what character he is most like, I can tell you that an Actor puts aspects of himself in every role he plays, at least to some degree. In fact, their whole soul goes into a performance once they get connected. Seeing an Actor on stage tells you so much about someone, what they've been through, who they are. It's also why I love carefully observing performances, because layers come through, pieces of an actor's soul, vulnerabilities.

I think the character I most associate to the real Jensen is Alec, specifically in the Berrisford Agenda ( Dark Angel ). In that episode there's a lot of raw vulnerability,depth and purity that Jensen allowed to come through and it's his so I most associate the real him to that particular episode, there was also complexity and darkness. So, if I had to guess, I would still say Alec, in general. There's a quote in that series that Max's friend makes about a painting that perfectly describes Jensen "alec only outsmarts alec. he doesn't know himself. look. lots of pretty colors. tricks and treats. inside; darkness, confusion. alec."

Though, I think the more accurate answer would absolutely be all of them to some degree and this is because I know what goes into a performance so it's just a matter of figuring out how and to what degree he personalized things for each beat of his character's lines.

Please never put yourself down for loving or for being curious what Jensen is like, it absolutely is your business to know about something if you love it deeply and the Universe always finds a way. What does you heart tell you when you are around him? Trust the vibes you get.

#love my anons #Jensen and Acting #Jensen Appreciation #hologram cowboy #hologramcowboy

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acecheesecake · 2 years

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Female!reader x Cyno

TW: fluffy stuff in the beginning, then smut below (it's marked so if you want to you can just stop reading) unprotected sex (stay safe kids), semi-public sex and I think that's it

Summary: Cyno has something to say to you (spoiler I'm a sucker for happy endings so yeah it's gonna be a sweet confession obviously)

WC: 2.056

A/N: I diiiid it guuyys! My first smut, I hope it's alright and not too shabby. Please gimme some feedback if you liked it <3 (also featuring Cyno boy cause I want him sooo baaaad)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THANKS

It's a warm day in Sumeru, just on the border of being a little bit too hot. You had already taken off your jacket and put your hair up in a tight bun to make yourself a bit more comfortable. You're sitting in one of the many libraries of the Academia, this one featuring mostly books about the marvellous mysteries of the Liyue adepti.

You're sitting at one of the desks, slumped over a book with your nose only centimeters away from the pages. The air is hot and heavy, amplified by the dusty books stored in the room.

You’re completely invested in the words in front you, so you don’t even notice a slim figure appearing behind you lurking over your shoulder.

Cyno breathes lightly past your ear. The sensation startles you a bit and you finally turn around to look at him.

“Oh hey, didn’t see you there”, you smile as you squeeze his arm a little bit. Oh if only you knew what you are doing to him, he thinks to himself.

“Busy as always, I see.” His eyes wander over the pages in front of you. He lays his head on your shoulder.

“You wanna go take a break?”, you ask.

Cyno thinks for a moment, “sure”.

You stand up and put your books and papers away; Cyno not taking his eyes of you. He seems awfully distracted today, you think to yourself.

Both of you leave the enormous building. You forgot how hot it is outside, the sun shining ever so brightly above you.

“Soooo, what do you wanna do?”, you ask.

“Would you mind if we went for a walk?”

“Uhh sure… doesn’t sound ominous at all”, you laugh it off and Cyno smiles at you awkwardly. He’s just so nervous.

Cyno leads you into a less crowded place, a wide stone path with the beautiful desert left and right. A semi-transparent canopy above you lets the shade on the stone dance softly in the wind.

As you walk together you tell him about your latest research, “someday I’m gonna go to Liyue and write my own book about the adepti. Can you imagine? Me leaving this place? Oh Cyno, I just want to see the world”.

You walk a bit ahead and lean against the hip-high stone fence, you gaze onto the sandy landscape. “I mean you get it, right? You’ve been to Mondstadt”. Cyno is now next to you, just looking at you silently.

“Hey, are you alright? You’ve been really… off today”, you ask.

Cyno breaks eye contact, he sighs. “I have to tell you something, Y/N.”

“What is it?” Your heart sinks to the dusty floor. Is he leaving again? To another mission far away from you?

“I don't know why this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It’s so irrational”, he chuckles softly, still avoiding your eyes.

You look at him, brows furrowed. The silence feels unbearable.

“I- uh… I like you, Y/N. You know that, right? You’re like my best friend and whenever I’m away just for a day I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t focus when you’re not around, like there’s a piece of me missing. I guess… I guess what I’m saying is… I’m in love with you.” He finally looks at you. Ruby-colored eyes so honest, you could see right into his soul.

“Please, say something.”

You reach out to touch the ears of his hood, gently rubbing his head. “Cyno…” He thinks his heart is going to give out. “You think this is news to me?”

He is completely shocked, his jaw hanging slightly open.

“Cyno, you are my best friend. You think I don’t notice all the little things?”

“Does that mean…” he begins.

“I’ve been falling for you for ages, I was just waiting for you to catch up with me”, you laugh at him, your hand now at his cheek.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- I don’t know. It seemed unlikely for you to feel that way about me.” Your hand leaves his cheek to grab the fence in front of you for support.

“What- how could I not? You’re so brilliant and beautiful and when I see you studying, I just want to hug you and hold your hands in mine”

You giggle a bit, “I’d like that”

Cyno smiles at you. He feels like a heavy stone laying on his heart was finally lifted.

“Can I… kiss you?” He leans in closer, only a few inches away from you.

You answer him by just closing the gap between you, your lips pressing softly onto his. He’s startled for a second but quickly embraces it, reaching into your hair. His other hand travels to your hip pressing you closer to him. You feel a warm, tingly feeling growing in your stomach.

After a few minutes you break off the kiss to catch some air, your lips are red and swollen. Cyno’s eyes are a little droopy and somehow darker, he’s chewing on his bottom lip a bit. He clears his throat, looking away. “I wanted to do that for so long, I can’t believe it. You feel so good, I don’t know how to describe it”

“You being at a loss for words is a first. I like it.” You give him another quick peck on the lips.

He is still so close to you, both of his arms slung around your waist now, one hand gently tracing your spine up and down.

You didn’t even notice the sun had set and the warm yellow desert was transformed into a cool blue-ish ocean of sand.

NSFW down below

You shiver a bit from the drop in temperature. “You okay?”, Cyno asks.

“Yeah, just a bit cold, I just need my- shit. My jacket. I must’ve left it at the library.”

“Oh… wait, here take my cloak, we’ll go and get your jacket”, he says softly, taking of the black mantle to drape it over your shoulders. You stare at his toned arms and muscled chest now being exposed.

“You look so cute in it”, he whispers lowly, pulling the hood over your head. You grin proudly.

He gives you another soft kiss before intertwining his fingers with yours and walking all the way back to the library.

The streets are empty, the city already sleeping. You quietly sneak into the building, although it is not at all uncommon for people to keep studying even after sundown. You lead the way, your hands still clasped together.

“Ah, found it”, you say as you grab your jacket you had laid over the back of the chair earlier.

As you hold it in your hands, you turn around to face Cyno. The white-haired boy is just a few inches taller than you and yet it feels like he is towering over you.

“How are you so adorable” His voice is low and he smiles when he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his hood still over your head.

You smile shyly, still not being used to him complimenting you so openly.

“Okay, this is gonna sound completely insane but bear with me… come on”, he winks at you and grabs your hand again, leading you into the back of the library. The space between the book shelves is smaller and the books themselves are a little older so no one usually comes here.

“Do you wanna… maybe…”, he stutters, his hands on your hips as he guides you against the shelf.

“Here?”, you ask.

“Well…”

Without letting him finish you go in for a kiss. Your hands are on his cheeks when he slides his tongue into your mouth, lovingly playing with your own.

His hips push your ass into the shelf behind you and you can already feel the bulge beneath his cloth. His hands travel down to the soft fat of your ass, kneading it not so gently.

“You’re unbelievable, so hot for me”, he whispers into your ear. His mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, then down to your neck where he sucks on your sensitive skin, making you moan and throw your head back.

You fumble on his hip piece to get rid of the clothing. “Eager, are you?”, he smiles against your skin, pressing his thumb into your hip. His other hand is softly travelling to your panties, he pulls them down slowly, making sure his fingers touch everything on their way down.

When he’s finally freed your pussy from the fabric, he helps you with his belt, his hard cock springing out. You drool a bit when you see him fully naked and hot for you.

His thumb goes up to the corner of your mouth to wipe away some saliva. “You’re so gorgeous, I just wanna take you already”, he grunts, his other hand finding your slick pussy and circling a finger over your folds. He presses his dick into your stomach as he resumes to kissing your collarbone, his other hand sliding beneath your shirt to knead your breast.

You moan quietly when his thumb brushes over your clit, your hands are tangled in white locks with a tight grip.

“You’re such a mess for me, all wet and pretty”, he breathes out, hot air against your chest.

His foot steps in between your own feet and pushes your legs apart. One finger slips into you and not three seconds after another one. He’s slowly pushing them in and out, swirling them around inside you.

You groan sweetly, your head falling over his shoulder. His hand goes back to your ass and under your thigh. He lifts your one leg up and you lock it behind his hip. He gives you another passionate kiss to your mouth, slow and romantic.

“Do it, Cyno”, you beg, your fingernails lightly scraping his skull. He bites your bottom lip, “as you wish, love.”

And without having to say it again, he lifts you up a bit, aligning himself to your entrance. You stop kissing for a moment, your foreheads still touching. You breathe the same air as each other.

The tip of his cock is already buried in your folds and as he slowly pushes himself into you, you boath moan against each other. Your eyes are closed as his length stretches you out so good you could cry.

“Oh, my Archons, Cyno”, you whisper breathlessly. His grip on you intensifies when he bottoms out.

You stay motionless for a moment, both of you taking in the new sensation. “Y/N, I have to move”, Cyno breathes out.

You swallow thickly and nod. With this, Cyno starts pulling out a bit, only to split you open with his cock again. He moves slowly at first, to give you time to adjust to him.

“You feel so tight, I don’t know… if I can… hold myself back”, he stutters.

“Then don't”, you groan when he hits a particular deep spot inside of you.

Cyno grunts like an animal, biting softly into your shoulder. He speeds up, thrusting into you with force. His free hand pushes into your lower stomach, but then travels down to your clit. His thumb massages your spot with just the right pressure. Your breaths start getting heavier and more intense, your moans of his name louder.

“So—good—for—me ”, he moans between thrusts.

You feel yourself coming closer to the edge, your walls tightening around him. And the way Cyno’s moves get sloppier, he’s close too.

“Cum for me, baby”, he whispers into your neck.

That sent you over the edge completely, your orgasm hits you like a firework, you feel like you’re exploding inside, a big wave of pleasure washing over you and taking you with it.

With your pussy contracting around his cock, Cyno makes a particularly harsh thrust before cumming all over your stomach. His hand pushes against the shelf behind you for support. Your head leans onto his arm as you both come undone.

Cyno lets go of your thigh and you both try to catch your breath. Your knees are weak, your head is spinning a bit.

“Well, that friendship is officially ruined then”, you sigh with a smile.

Cyno laughs a bit, he’s just as exhausted as you. “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetie”

#genshin fluff #genshin smut #genshin impact fanfiction #cyno fluff #cyno smut #cyno x reader

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kalopsia-stars · 2 years

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Warning(s): self-aware characters, mentioned pain, lol trying to get used to features so kindly excuse any out of place stuff, 100% not proof-read

narWhalin

I need to log out for a sec

[you]

oh sure np

And there you were, with Aether as your current character, standing in the middle of Liyue Harbor facing the sea next to the waypoint in the second "floor", waiting for your friend to come back. The blue 1P circle in the top left corner was the only thing reminding you that you were still in co-op mode, but other than that everything seemed normal.

Until that chat notification appeared.

At first, you thought it was the notification for when your friend left your world, but you couldn't help but shake the feeling that wasn't the case.

Upon hitting the 'Enter' button, there was a simple message bubble with no profile picture, no name, and not even a message inside it.

Floating in the semi-transparent black space was just a blank message bubble that came from the side where your messages go.

Freemogems potential?

Before you could think nothing more of it, another one came out, this time with a simple word in it.

Underwhelming, what you want to describe it as, being that "Hi" was all you got. Though the more you thought about it, the more you realized the situation. An unidentified person just said "Hi." An unidentified person just said "Hi."

What do you even do, ignore that? But messaging back doesn't exactly seem the right respons--oh god my hands are already on the keyboard.

[you]

Who are you?

Just as you saw the text bubble appear, your screen flashes a blinding white. It happened so fast, you couldn't read what was typed out. While you were upset about that, what had you more worried was that your game had just crashed and most importantly, you have no idea how to fix it.

Before you could do the ol' Alt + F4 trick, everything comes back. It was as if the game came back from a reload. The Co-op symbol in the top left was still there, your four characters on the side were there--all normal.

The messages, however, still fresh in your memory, prompt you to check the chat. Yet, to your dismay, all that was there was the notification saying your friend had left your world.

"That can't be right," You close the chat. "Right?"

On the other hand, Aether, who was standing in Liyue Harbor in your view, was suffering.

His body was in excruciating pain. Body ache and a massive headache were all that he could focus on. The System (that damn System, he curses) is practically yelling at him about warnings and such.

The only thing keeping him from actually comprehending what it's saying is the very "punishment" he's getting for coming into contact with you. Though all he wants to do is keel over on the ground to hold himself in comfort the best he could, the System overlays pressure on all the pain he's going through, keeping him standing up straight.

Yet, in the corners of his eyes, he can still see what you're seeing.

The map in the corner, the four icons on the side (including himself, much to the strange discomfort), and the chat in the bottom left corner--all at the edges of his sight.

All Aether had to do was focus on them, and he could interact with them like you do.

He's gotten closer. He and the others still want to find out what's going on, why this is happening. But first, they need to make contact with you.

Worth it. He tells himself, just as the "punishment" slowly fades. I'll tell Albedo it worked when They leave.

#genshin self aware #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #sagau #kalopsial stars writing #genshin impact writing #lmao wrote this at 2am #Make SAGAU Normal Again

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

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IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SENT THAT SO I HELD BACK MY SIMPING FOR COLLEGE ALBEDO A LITTLE. tried not to send all my brainrot so I didn't just send a wall of text into your inbox LOL. Some others I thought of were:

- Mona giving astrology forecasts and compatibility readings in this au and Albedo may have asked her about the two of you

- Going to botanical gardens or museums with Albedo but for some reason it feels like a date even when it didn't intent to be. You tug on his sleeve now and then when you see something he might be interested in or even when it's something that excites you, and Albedo can't help but have a soft look in his eyes that he can share this moment with you! Somehow it results in the two of you holding hands - just so neither of you stray from each other of course - and eventually, intertwined fingers. You hear someone say that the two of you seem like a cute couple and you know Albedo heard it too, but neither of you say anything. You feel his hand squeeze yours a little tighter and respond in kind. The two of you are too embarrassed to look at each other but can't help the smiles on your faces.

- Lending Albedo some of your favourite books for pleasure reading and you've left tiny tabs on lines that you like. Perhaps this is before Albedo realizes his feelings so when he reads particularly romantic lines, he wonders if this is how he feels about you. Or did you mark these pages because you feel this way about someone? His stomach is in knots to the thought that you may be intrested in someone that isn't him and he settles for it just being prose.

WHAT YOU WROTE WAS SO CUTE AAA. THANK YOU FOR SIMPING FOR COLLEGE BEDO WITH ME!!

Tugging his hand and not letting go omg . . . you tend to just intertwine pinkies or play with his fingers absent-mindedly that Albedo becomes so accustomed to it so he starts to offer you his hands without a second thought.

WAIT. I gasped at Albedo being a cuddler. He's a little delirious when he first wakes up but you're so comfy that he hugs you a little tighter, asking if you've slept well. You try to reply while worrying about whether or not he can feel your heart thrumming in your chest.

What if Klee is staying with Albedo one night and the three of you fall asleep cuddled up together. Alice comes back early in the morning before any of you are awake and takes a picture. She sends it to Albedo later and he sets it as his phone's wallpaper.

Albedo staring at your lips winded me, thank you.

YES TO THE SWEATERS. I bet Albedo would have the softest and coziest sweaters too! Imagine it being a little cold out and you see Albedo across campus so you bound over to him and give him a hug. You nuzzle into him and mumble out a little 'hello' and say he's warm. You feel his laugh rumble through his chest while he greets you back, wrapping his arms around you

And I LOVE ALL YOUR HEADCANONS! I believe I found your blog around the time you posted Albedo's snort headcanon and it was too much for my heart!! I held tight to that headcanon and never let go lol. I also thought the science + college headcanons you had of him were really nice despite not being necessarily romantic!

Side note: I looked up that lobster fact and that's so cool!!

The Lobster Fact(tm) is my go-to ice breaker and it always fails. I'd imagine it's normally the same w/ Bedo OTL so sad...not many wish to know about potential lobster immortality.

I'm glad that you love the headcanons though!! I enjoy writing for Albedo so so much as you can tell ehe

That being said--if it makes you more comfy to send stuff in a few bursts of asks, I don't mind :DD I'll answer them as usual nodnod

OKIE DOKIE

"...Mona, yes?"

"Ah, I was expecting you to come around sooner or later, Kreideprinz."

Really, Albedo didn't mean to stumble upon the Astronomy major, but for some reason the thought of you has been on his mind and the campus' observatory just so happened to be on the way. With the meager hope that...maybe he'd find some sort of answer (in what, he wasn't really sure himself), there she was.

Luckily, she knew just what he was there for.

The moment that she twirls her hand with a wave, telling him that there isn't anything to worry about, the apprehension creeping within his chest at the thought of seeing you next-

disappeared.

It's not often that he turns to less orthodox methods, but he wouldn't lie. Knowing that--at least in Mona's opinion (which tended to be correct, anyway)--the two of you were undoubtly compatible? Something about how your constellations were intertwined...

In fact, Albedo turns a little theory around in his mind. Though based in old folktales, the idea that you gravitate towards those who are made of the very same stardust as yourself, suddenly made sense.

Or, perhaps he was just being hopeful.

Little does he know that you most definitely asked Mona about the same thing earlier that day.

AHHHHH BUT OF COURSE-

Any of those kinds of places--Botanical Gardens, Art Museums, Aquariums, Zoos, Museums in general--Any place where you're able to utterly lose yourself in your surroundings and look around in awe, really, are your go-to date outing destination!

Usually, it's just the two of you, maybe with Sucrose or Timaeus if it's for a particular class, as well as the occasional Klee in tow whenever Alice is busy with work.

But in this case, fingers interlocked, it's just the two of you on a impromptu trip to the art museum downtown after seeing a promotional banner about a new exhibit. Once inside, you rush along, Albedo trailing close behind with a light squeeze of your hand. The large area used for temporary exhibits isn't far from the entrance, so it's not long until you skid to a stop.

All along the walls are incredibly detailed oil paintings, the thin layered strokes glistening in the light. Albedo takes a moment to whisper to you about how oil paint works.

Due to the thinness of the paint and it's transparency, light passes through every carefully placed stroke, allowing for a unique sort of depth that isn't achievable with other painting media. You smile, the artificial light of the art exhibit making your features glow and Albedo can't help but wonder if you are like those paintings.

So complex, so carefully created in an image perfected with time. Your eyes search his and you say his name and Albedo clears his throat when he realizes he's been staring.

"Do you like this one?"

Ah, you must've assumed he took a liking to this particular painting.

His eyes shift back to it, taking in the sight of the balance of color, the composition, then back to you. He only stares a second longer before nodding.

Whether or not you realize the view he likes is you is something that he dwells on as you both make your way to the next painting.

If you had a penny for every time that someone comments on the way you compliment each other, you'd probably be able to pay off your tuition for next semester.

Okay, perhaps not, but the idea still stands.

You're only just at the end of the art exhibit when the security guard wishes the two of you a lovely date. Something about how young love is something to be treasured, something about how the two of you already seem so natural and comfortable in each other's presence.

Before you can mumble out an explanation, Albedo just squeezes your hand, gentle as always, and smiles.

It's a compliment, right? For someone to see how close you are, even if you really are just friends, is a good thing.

Ignoring the warmth that spreads over your cheeks, you smile and turn your head away shyly. Squeezing his hand back, the thought of what it'd be like if you were together crosses your mind.

Just as you lend books to him, he lends books to you. Surprisingly, this time it just so happens to be a poetry book--something that you expressed interest in a week ago but ended up not getting.

Within, he's left colorful notes with his neat, slanted writing.

Short discussions (presumably questions to himself) of what the poet must've been thinking, different possible scenarios, are peppered throughout the book. But one just so happens to catch your eye. Rather than a question, it's a statement. Simple, short, and...sweet.

'You carry the aura of the stars.'

The little yellow sticky note pasted beneath a love poem to the night sky stands out. Suppressing a flutter in your chest, you continue reading through the poem book with a few giggles at Albedo's musings until you find a note with most of the words crossed out.

It's entirely unlike him, the way that the dark ink scribbled over the words, making them illegible.

But at the bottom was a continued attempt--one you presume he was satisfied with by the way it lay pristine on the colorful paper.

'You look. I fail to speak.

Your mind, so brilliant as it is I wish to see behind To further appreciate the one I love.

I can only hope one day you shall let me in, So for now I wait patiently by your side.'

Who could he have written this for? You can't help but stare at the poetic attempt, knowing full well that Albedo seldom does something without meaning.

The book closes and you tuck it back on the shelf to ask about later.

AAAAA YESYESYESYES I LOVE THAT CUDDLE PILE W/ ALBEDO AND KLEE

Even though Albedo's a grade A student and certified genius (he's adamant in his denial, shaking his head and mumbling about how he just studies hard), he's not entirely a stickler for rules.

Well, that is, Aunt Alice's suggestion that Klee goes to bed by 9.

Instead, the three of you settle in the common room of Albedo's place in a bundle of pillows and blankets at the demands of a pillow fort.

The tv blinks on accompanied by the near silent click of the remote.

"What should we watch?"

Klee always ends up picking the movie. This time, she wants Alice in Wonderland, commenting on how the bunny is like her best friend Dodoco and the blonde girl on screen is named after mommy. Albedo doesn't bother correcting her, even though he knows quite well that dear, sweet Dodoco is a chinchilla.

Between sips of juice and a few mouthfuls of popcorn, the three of you fall asleep, Klee curled up besides you and Albedo's arm draped over you both.

Even when the sun is up in the sky, you sleep peacefully.

So, naturally, Aunt Alice has a spare key just in case something like this happens.

Immediately she's met with the sweetest view--her two kids (she's practically adopted Albedo as her own at this point) and--

Hiding a cheeky smile behind her hand, Alice can't help but sneak a little closer when she spies the way that you and Albedo somehow gravitated closer, his face buried in your hair and yours resting against his collar. Wedged between you with tousled hair, Klee snoozes peacefully.

She snaps a picture, followed by another, and another, and a fourth for good measures before meandering into the kitchen to prep something for breakfast.

Might as well let her three favorite people enjoy the comfort of sleep for a little longer...

You wake up the moment that Klee wiggles her way out of the blankets, nuzzling against the warmth radiating under your cheek.

Nice and cozy. Smells nice...wait.

Eyes fluttering open, you're met with a familiar birthmark and the nearly gone scent of Albedo's cologne.

You nearly pull away until the arm, now wrapped around your waist, pulls you closer accompanied by a satisfied sigh. Ah. You shut your eyes tight when you realize that Albedo's going to be asleep for at least another thirty minutes, resigning to your fate gladly.

Of course, Alice takes the opportunity to snap a few more pictures when you've finally fallen back asleep.

YES ALSO ALSO

Speaking of Albedo and sweaters and warm and also the just mentioned cologne. A little fun tidbit--not only are you familiar with the scent of his cologne because he wears it often, but it (in this au) is actually one that you picked out some time back. You probably were at the store together smelling some of the perfumes when you came across one that you were pleasantly surprised by.

Specifically, something that's lightly floral, a little warm but sweet with a hint of earthiness.

The pros? It fits Albedo perfectly! It also kinda sticks well and his place faintly smells of it.

The cons?? Well...you're embarrassed to say that hugging Albedo tends to drag on a little longer than anticipated because it's just such a comforting scent-

Not because you associate it with Albedo or anything-

Ehe

Man I really went to town again, didn't I?? Well, I'm glad that you enjoy my headcanons :DDD Albedo just seems like such a sweet person??? Like endearing in a way that just is...him. If that makes sense.

Brain go brrrrrr

I'll admit that my favorite headcanons for Bedo are mundane and domestic ones though! Like these! Just the little moments where there's nothing really going on except for him and you and ahhhh yesyesyes

Okay that's all-

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