#again it wasn't him being Bad. his intentions were good. maybe me being upset is like a me thing in this scenario
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I saw an ask recently abt Sonic Frontiers that was like "omg when is sonic coming out?!!?!?!" and the response was "when he's ready, be respectful"
and as many things have done over the past year and a half, it reminded me of my former best friend whose idea of trying to be supportive was to try and get me to discuss my sexuality, which I never did because I wasn't comfortable with outing myself.
like there was one time when he was like "yeah just like download Tinder or like grindr or whatever", there were other occasions where he just casually dropped that he didn't think I was straight, and he would get frustrated that I wasn't more open with him. And that ask really does sum it up - it wasn't respectful. He didn't respect my boundaries, and he wanted to force the issue because he felt entitled to know. He was upset that I wasn't sharing information with him despite him being my best friend.
I do genuinely think it was coming from a good place, like he wasn't trying to be malicious, but the fact that he kept pushing it when I didn't want to talk about it really bothered me. There was this attitude of like "friends tell each other everything, I don't like that you don't share things with me" - which is valid enough to a point. I did close myself off from him, starting years earlier and then more rapidly towards the end. He's entitled to feeling closed out.
But god, I have shit I want to keep to myself. There are deep, personal, private things that are mine to keep, and nobody is entitled to that. My sexuality is one of those things, and that's information that is absolutely, unabashedly okay for me to keep close to my chest. And to be prodded and questioned, to have people make comments about my sexuality to my face because they feel entitled to that conversation when I don't want it - that shit cuts. I HATE thinking about it.
Quick sidenote, if you're reading this David, you can go and fuck yourself a thousand times over. I'll never forgive you for eight years of shit like this that made me uncomfortable.
Anyway this post has been weighing heavily on my mind for a couple weeks now. And it all dropped from a comedy ask about Sonic the Hedgehog. Be respectful of other people's privacy, and if you speculate about that aspect of them, keep it to yourself and give them the space, privacy and time to deal with it and come to you IF they feel like it. Not WHEN, IF. If they don't tell you, it's none of your business. Be respectful.
#personal#(this is abt a real-life david. if you're an internet david who's never met me irl this isn't about you)#(sorry if dropping that part with the name freaked out any internet davids)#trauma cw#oh also. there was one time where I got an internship and he like. told everyone around me#before i got the chance to#again it wasn't him being Bad. his intentions were good. maybe me being upset is like a me thing in this scenario#but like. i would see other friends and people I knew and they'd be like 'congrsts on the internship!!' and it felt weird and bad#bc I didn't tell them about the internship. i didn't post on fb about it. they knew because my friend told everyone about it#and it was just unpleasant and disorienting. like damn I appreciate that you care and are being supportice#but i wanted to tell you.#god one more vent - when I stopped being friends with my former best friend people would like ask about him before they'd ask about me#like 'oh hey mallard. how's david'#fucking Verbatim. that shit was happening for months#I'm really glad he's not in my life any more. my life really did revolve around him for so long#and it got to the point that I didn't feel like a person#things like this - keeping my sexuality to myself - were little personal victories that gave me some degree of control#at a time where I had very little of it. they were flecks of myself that were mine and mine alone. and that drove me privately#even as I lost my identity in the real world#I'm so glad I never gave up that part if myself to please others. I'm glad I had a strong sense of boundaries that I didn't give up
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You are... what?
Enhypen hyung line x Fem!Reader
Summary: How would Enhypen's hyung line react to you telling them you are pregnant.
Word count: 3.6k
Heeseung (0.82k), Jay (0.99k), Jake (0.96k), Sunghoon (0.83k).
Warnings: pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, mentions of unwanted pregnancy, mentions of implied abortions, use of nickanmes as baby, love, etc; they're scared.
A/N: This is a year and a half year old imagine so you may have an idea of how off this is on the members.
❁ Heeseung
Heeseung had been away for a month now, coming home today, and you should be absolutely thrilled, as you always were when he come home from touring.
But you couldn't feel thrilled.
You felt rather nervous and slightly panicked.
The nerves were eating you from the inside out, and you felt like vomiting the three toasts you had in your system, but Heeseung was supposed to walk in the apartment by any moment now and it was probably the worst way of telling him the news.
How were you even going to tell him?
Hey, you are going to be a dad?
Hell no, he would faint, and you were ninety percent sure about it.
You should be simple and straight forward, tell him in the face.
That way it’s probably easier to process, no confusion, no problems, just... news.
Yeah. That'd be it, that's how it should be done. Not good or bad news, just news.
"Love I'm back!" You hear right before the sound of the door closing, and the thud of his bag hitting the floor.
You walk out of your shared room, walking towards him and hugging him, giggling as he twirls you around before leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.
"How was it? How are you?"
"I'm tired but great, missed being home. And the tour was amazing." He says, placing his hands on your hips as he takes a moment to look at you.
"And how you've been?" He asks back, smiling widely as he stares at you.
"Been good..." You start, trailing off to think if the moment to tell him is now, or maybe he needs to rest.
"But?" He asks a tiny bit confused but amused at your expressions, as cute as ever but a bit more zoned out than usual, noticing the way your eyes nervously moved around his features.
"Uh I- I got to tell you something." You say quickly, the courage pushing to the no return point, Heeseung just humming as he looks at you intently. "I'm pregnant."
That's it, you've done it, it’s done. And Heeseung is as confused as you thought he would, face blank, eyes wide as Bambi’s.
"Say again?" He reiterates, brows furrowing a bit as if he heard wrong.
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh..." He simply states, looking around, he wasn't going to ask how, he knew how, and he inferred when. "How long have you known?"
"A couple of weeks maybe? Didn't wanted to tell you over the phone." You say quickly, rather surprised by his silence and calm reaction. "Are you okay Hee?"
"Most definitely, yeah, in shock, but okay i guess'." He nods, hands grabbing yours to check if it was real, pulling it genlty towards his face, resting his cheek in your warm palm. "We're going to be parents, I'm going to be a dad." He says, the idea slowly dawning on him."
"Yes."
"And you are going to be a mom." He says, eyes falling back on yours.
"Yeah, that's pretty much how it works." You nod, worrying yourself. "Are you... upset?"
"What? No, no, I'm... scared, in shock, excited?" He says, unsure himself of what he’s feeling. "You're keeping it?"
"You don't want me to?"
"No! No, I mean, yes, I want you to keep, but you know, your body your choice and all that." He says, blushing by his statement. Oh, it had downed on him now. "Oh my god you’re pregnant." He reiterates, excitement soon filling his face, the shock still the most evident emotion in him, making you chuckle as he hugged you tightly. "Oh my god."
"Yes Hee, we're having a baby." You say, laughing as he twirls you again now, kissing your face repeatedly. "Didn't expected you to be this excited."
"What you mean?" He asks happily, putting you back down. "I'm abso-fucking-lutely scared of the idea, yeah, but happy." He nods, worrying as you seem less colored now. "You good hun?" He asks, right hand caressing your cheek.
"Yeah just..." You say, before feeling that familiar instinct of vomiting, sprinting to the kitchen as its nearer than the bathroom.
"Oh god yeah, and I twirled you, oh my god I'm sorry love."
"It's okay." You way once you finish, cleaning your mouth with a paper towel. "I kind of got used to it."
"You've faced all that puking all alone?" He asks, now a bit sad that you got through a month and a bit more of pregnancy by yourself.
"It's alright." You reassure him. "Can you serve some orange juice for me?" You ask, hating the taste of vomit in your mouth.
"Sure, anything for my love." He smiles, almost placing a kiss on your lips before he remembered and kissed your forehead before going to the fridge.
Heeseung's reaction was by far off of your expectations, but you smiled to yourself at the sigh if him, happier than you thought he would be.
❁ Jay
"Y/N! I'm home!" Jay said, walking into your apartment with a bag full of ice cream and snacks for your weekly movie night, met up by a silent apartment. "Y/N?" He called, leaving the bag on the counter to go and search for you, maybe you were asleep?
He looked on the living room, the kitchen, the laundry room and then got to your room, finding it empty. "Maybe she went out..." He said in a whisper to himself, before hearing a silent sob from the bathroom, waking out to the hallway and then to that door, seeing a glimpse of light shining under it. The shadow of your body sat on the floor worrying him.
"Y/N? Are you okay? Did you got hurt? Do you want me to come in?" He asks as he knocks the door, worried, his breathing getting uneven as his mind wondered bad scenarios.
"N-no, no, I'm fine." You say from the other side, a silent sniff making you regret even talking, he knows you're crying, how are you going to keep from him now.
Is not that you didn't want him to know, you knew he had all the right. But you were scared, you both are too young, he is an idol, and you are still studying, you can't be pregnant right now, you shouldn’t.
"Can I come in? You wanna talk with me about it?" Oh Jay, how sweet and caring he has always been, and how fucked he is now. You thought, scared.
"If you want to, you can." You voice is low, as if not wanting him to hear, as if you want him to forget he had even heard you.
"Coming in then." He says, door slowly opening, revealing you sat on the floor in front of the toilet, head resting against the tile that covers the walls. "Hey darling, what's wrong?" He asks, coming to kneel besides you, brushing your tears away with his thumb and making you cry again.
"I'm so sorry..." It's all you manage to say before sobbing again, hands coming to cover your face and tears falling down your cheeks again.
"Hey, hey, don't, please look at me, please." He says almost in a plead, gently snaking his hands around yours to softly pull them away from your face. "What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?"
"I'm pregnant Jay, I'm pregnant." You says, feeling even worse when you see him freeze in place, face blank as he processes your words, your own eyes clouding with tears once again. "I'm sorry."
"No, no baby, don't apologize, there's nothing to be sorry for, it's not wrong." He says, moving to cradle your face, kissing both of your cheeks where the tears stained.
"You are an idol, this is going to ruin your career, the boys I-, I don't want to ruin your life." You say, looking up at his face, confusion setting deep in you at the look in his face.
"You are not ruining my life, first, this is not something you can control now, second, we should rather think of making our lifes... better" He smiles weakly, brushing the hair out of your face to look at your beautiful eyes. "We are young, maybe its earlier than we thought, but i know we can do this, if you want to keep it, that is."
"I... I do want to keep it, I'm scared, but... i don't know" You say, grabbing a few squares of toilet paper to clean your stuffy nose.
"It's okay not to know, are you really sure you are pregnant?" He asks, grabbing you to move him to straddle him. Seeing your every move as you then stretch to grab two tests from the counter, showing the prominent two lines in each of them. "You're sure then." He says, grabbing them and placing them aside. "A penny for yout thoughts?" He asks, letting you rest your head against his chest, his chin resting above your head as his hands slowly caress your back.
"What if I'm not a good enough mom? I know nothing about motherhood." He hears your voice crack mid sentence, placing a rather long kiss on your head before talking.
"Do you think your mother knew how to be one? Or mine? I don't know how to be a dad, but I'm willing to learn as we go." His one hand stayed on your back, thumb drawing figurines on the fabric of your shirt as the other moved to caress your thigh.
"But is not fair for the baby..." You whisper slowly, shrinking a bit in your place in his lap.
"Hm... maybe, but, if we try our best and fill them with love, I think they will understand when they grow up." He mutter back, still rubbing your back soothingly as he talks. "Imagine it, you, me, a little you running around, giggling." He says against your hair. "Your eyes, your hair, and your smile." He starts, making you smile.
"What about you? They are not only going to look like me." You say against his chest, feeling him chuckle.
"But you are prettier." He mumbles, resting his head against the tile.
"I would love if they had your smile." You say, making him smile, seeing you finally come around to term with the idea of the baby.
"They are gonna be beautiful, I just know." He says in a happy tone, letting you two fall in a few minutes of silence as you both came to terms with the idea.
"Thank you for hearing me out." You mutter.
"Always, thank you for trusting me."
"You're my boyfriend, I couldn't push you away even if I had to, my heart wouldn't let me." You admit, separating yourself to look at him and smile. "I love you, I'm sorry I was being pessimistic."
"It's okay, you're scared, it's totally okay."
And maybe it was, after all, he was the rational one between the two of you.
❁ Jake
You'd known you are pregnant for the past month, thinking of ways to tell your boyfriend the news.
You've thought of everything, from gifting him a box of cupcakes that spelled "I'm pregnant" to just giving him the 5 pregnancy tests you took and keep hidden in the bottom of your drawer.
Resigning with a little gift bag that had an enhypen-merch-like newborn onesie.
"Jake?" You asked, head picking through the door from his little studio-like room in your shared apartment.
"Yes?" He asks, eyes still focused on his lyrics notebook, pencil fiddled between his fingers.
"Oh your busy, nevermind." You say in a whisperish tone, starting to close the door when Jake's head snap up to meet your gaze.
"No, no, come in." He says, putting the notebook aside and turning in his chair towards you.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, totally, what happened?" He asks, looking at your figure walk in, hands behind you back.
"I got you this, open it before i overthink more." You say, almost shoving the bag in his hands before nervously start picking at your fingers.
He takes a hot minute analyzing your words, opening the bag slowly and eyes blankly stopping once he extended the onesie, face unexpresive as he process it over and over again.
"Are you for real?" He asked, your gut slowly feeling as if its closer and closer to the floor, himself adorning an unreadable face not helping at all.
"I so so for real I'm about to puke." You confirmed, your hands playing with the rings in your fingers nervous, himself nodding before returning his gaze to the clothing piece.
"You're pregnant..." He mutters, slowly downing on the realization but you are so scared you actually feel like passing out. "Oh my god..."
"I know it's not at all in our plans, and I get that you are mad or sad and I-" you couldn't even speak properly, tears filling your eyes and your throat knotting itself.
"Oh my god, oh my god Y/N, you're pregnant." He said, standing from the chair straight into your arms and passing his around your torso, bringing you closer to his body as his face buried in your neck, he was so full of different emotions he didn't even knew how to react.
You couldn't answer him, silently crying, scared, anxious, all the possible emotions drowning you. Your hands slowly coming up and resting on his hair to caress it, excitement slowly buildng up.
"We are going to be parents." He mumbled, voice muffled by your shirt that you slowly felt dampening.
"Jake, are you crying?" You asked now worriedly as if you weren't too, taking him apart from you, hands cupping his face as you checked on him, trails of wet tears down his cute little cheeks and the brightest and cutest smile you'd seen in him painted along his face.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm just really stunned Y/N, we are having a kid, I- I am really really happy right now, a so fucking scared too." He said, leaning against your loving touch, kissing your palm as his hands rubbed your sides up and down. "No, don't cry you too, you know I hate see you crying." He says noticing the tears falling down your cheeks too, voice slowly turning bubbly as he leans to leave multiple kisses all over your face until you laugh your tears out, his right hand moving up to craddle your cheek and clean the trail of the tears.
"You scared me so much." You admit between giggles, a few sobs escaping in between.
"I'm so sorry for scaring you, I- I don't know how to feel just... thank you so much for being in my live, Y/N. I mean it." He says, his forehead resting against yours as his thumb still caresses your cheek. "I'm so, so grateful right now." The smile in his voice was easily picked up by your ears, putting a smile as bright as his in your face.
"I love you Jake." You say, your hand in his face pinching his cheek with a bit of tease.
"I love you too" He says, eyes wandering down to your belly for a few seconds. "We'll really have a mini us." He mutters, looking you straight in the eyes, his hand on you waist playing with the hem of your shirt.
"We will, yeah." You slowly smile at his rising excitement. "A mini you, or a mini me."
He smiles, his hand slipping under your shirt to caress the skin of your waist. "I can't believe it, god."
"Well, you better start believing it soon Jake, 'cause it really real." You say, his bright puppy eyes never leaving you, the few confetti you gathered scattered throught the floor and the onesie somewhere forgotten.
"So this is why you were throwing up the other morning when I sleft a bit later." He startes, bringing a cringing sound from you, the morning sickness you've felt for the last month since you found out and were figuring out how to tell him still haunting you, specially because you weren't out of it yet.
After that you better trust me when I say you and Jake spent at least half an hour just cuddling and kissing in the couch, not even talking, just enjoying each other company and taking it all in together, his hand leaving sweet and loving rubs on your belly from time to time.
Now there were three of you, Jake feeling slowly happier as his mind kept on making out all the posibilities, feeling excited to say at most.
And yes, later that night he spent all the damn night talking about your future as a family.
❁ Sunghoon
You two already owned a cat. He gifted it to you before going on tour so you wouldn't feel alone at night without him at the apartment.
Now, with your white cat all grown up you had found out while he was at work that you were pregnant, your period had been late, but it was usual, and as you started to have this sickness in the mornings after sunghoon went to work, you decided to do a pregnancy test, just to be sure.
Much to your surprise, you were not just late this time, you were pregnant, for real.
You decided to just put the pregnancy test in a ziploc bag and bury it in a bunch of confetti you bought at the convenience store near your building, waiting for him to finish his daily schedule qand just come back home.
As you sat in the soft cushions of your couch, you mind started pacing.
Were you ready to be amother?
What if Sunghoon isn't ready to be a father?
What if he doesn't want to be part of it?
No, that's dumb, he loves you.
But he's so early in his career, it will do more damage than good.
But he would be really cute as a dad, just a month ago he was high on baby fever after babysutting your cousin with you.
Nevertheless, your train of though was interrupted the moment he closed the door behind him , the sound snapping you out of it. He turned around and his brows almost immediately furrowed at the sight of you sat in the couch, nervousness, doubt and a tiny bit of excitement flowing out of you.
"Hi love." He says, walking with suspicion to you, sitting at your side after you patted it. "What's going on?"
"Here, I got this for you." And with that, he took it from your hands with maybe a bit too much precaution, opening it up as if it could explode in any moment, just to be more confused at the ridiculous amount of white confetti it had in it.
The moment his eyes saw the pregnancy test they were wide, wider than you have ever seen; silently, he stared at it, in case he understood wrong and it said covid somewhere, but it didn't. "Is this real? You aren't joking?" He asks, voice shaky and glassy eyes looking up to you, rather than tears there was no sign of any other emotion on his face, making you over think, your heart twisting in its place at the look of him.
"I would never joke with that, love." You mutter, fiddling with your fingers that rested on your lap. "I know we're really young, and you have so much in your life right now for me to put it out for you now, but I didn't knew how to tell you and I totally get if you are disapointed or mad, I would be too, but I really want to keep it and..." You were rambling, nerves tajing over your mouth and eyes dropping to stare at the floor.
You were gladly interrupted just to be engulfed in the most bone crushing hug ever, his hands slowly lowering themselves to grab you by your hips bring you over to his lap; quite a bunch of little "oh my god"s leaving from his mouth as you two hugged, each getting more breathier as he realized, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his unsteady breath tickling your skin.
"You're pregnant." He said finally letting you go, eyes a bit red as a few tears fell from his eyes, hands still placed on your hips as his thumbs rub up and down.
"Yes, I am" You nodded, unable to stop a little sob from escaping your lips, Sunghoon's face morphing into a worried expression. "You aren't mad?" You asked in a mutter, ashamed.
"Not at all." He denied, leaving a sweet kiss on your nose before placing his forehead against yours. "I'm rather excited, thank you." He says, smiling into your lips, giving you a couple centimeters of space. "Did you really think I wouldn't want to keep it though?" He asks still, a bit hurt.
"What?" You asked, looking in his deep eyes.
"You said so in your rambling, did you really thought so?" He said, eyes watery, again.
"I was being dumb, I'm sorry, I got scared when I found out." You said with so much regret he nods, blinking the unshed tears away.
"No, its okay, I get it." You hear him say, his eyes closing as he exhales. "I'm going to be there for you, we're in this together." He reassures you. A soft giggle escaping you as hi presses a ticklish kiss on your jaw.
"Thank you. I really needed to hear that." You whispered, kissing his forehead back. "I'm scared."
"And I'm really scared too, but we can with this, I know we can."
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#47 and Angus?
47. “Why are you whispering?”
((50 dialogue prompts here!))
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Angus, technically speaking, wasn't supposed to be in the Reclaimers dorm this morning. Also technically speaking, he wasn't supposed to even have access to the Reclaimers room, but Mr. Merle had a bad habit about leaving everything he owned in easy access and he had left the keys on the floor of the cafeteria yesterday night. Really, he was lucky that Angus was the one to stumble upon them and not anyone like the Director, who would probably be upset at Mr. Merle's carelessness.
Still, the point remained: Angus was not supposed to be in the Reclaimers dorm this morning, but Mr. Merle had gone down planet side and Mr. Magnus had gone out training. Mr. Taako was as elusive as ever, but Angus didn't particularly mind because today wasn't magic day so he had no reason to see Mr. Taako at all. Not that Angus wouldn't like to hang out with Mr. Taako or Mr. Magnus or maybe even Mr. Merle! He really would, if he's being honest, but they were very busy people.
As evident by the fact that none of them were in the dorm this morning. Which turned out to be a good thing because as Angus set Mr. Merle's keys down on the kitchen counter, there was a very loud ripping sound and he was suddenly faced with an intruder.
Said intruder wasn't very taller or intimidating at all, actually. He was wearing a fancy suit (Angus could appreciate a good outfit, even on intruders) and was wielding a large, unpractical scythe that had cut a hole between wherever he had been and the Reclaimer's kitchen. He stepped through and the rift knitted itself back up neatly. The scythe vanished from his hand. He turned as if going to sit down at the table, and then met Angus's gaze.
"Oh," Fancy Intruder said. "You're not Taako."
"And you're not part of the Bureau," Angus said. There was no bracer on either of his arms and Angus had never seen him around before. Very quickly, Angus unclasped his wand from his lanyard and pointed it at Fancy Intruder. "So I'm going to have to ask you who you are, sir, and what you want with Mr. Taako."
"How old are you?" Fancy Intruder asked.
"I don't see how that's relevant, sir," Angus said. "And if you don't answer my questions I will be forced to incapacitate you. Now, please, what is your name, and what are your intentions with Mr. Taako? And also, if I may add, would you mind explaining the rift and how you got past the Bureau security spells."
"You can't be older than like, five, I think," Fancy Intruder said.
"I'm ten!" Angus said defensively. "That's double digits! And I'm old enough to know that you're not supposed to be here so I am going to ask you one more time, sir, to answer the questions before I have to incapacitate you."
"Right," Fancy Intruder said. He took a seat at the table. Angus didn't lower his wand. "I'm Kravitz, it's very nice to meet you...?"
"I am with holding my name until you prove yourself to be trustworthy," Angus said.
"Fine by me," Mr. Kravitz said, leaning back in his chair. "But, yes, I'm Kravitz and my intentions with Taako are... purely business."
"Bullshit," Angus said, slamming his hands down on the table. Caleb Cleveland did that a lot, especially after book ten. Mr. Kravitz jumped a bit and said,
"Excuse me?"
"Bullshit, sir," Angus said again, a little more politely. "If your intentions with Mr. Taako were purely business, then you could have left him a message on his Stone of Farspeech or contacted him through our HR. Please take this seriously."
"You're ten," Mr. Kravitz said.
"I'm almost eleven!" Angus said.
"I can assure you that my interest in Taako is nothing you need to be worried about," Mr. Kravitz said, adverting his eyes. Angus made a mental note of that. "In fact, shouldn't I be asking you what you're doing in here? From what I know, Taako didn't give his permission for you to be snooping around his kitchen."
"I was returning Mr. Merle's keys," Angus said, holding his head up high. "And from what I know, Mr. Taako did not give you permission to be snooping around the kitchen, either, Mr. Kravitz. But if you're not here to snoop, and if you're not here to murder Mr. Taako in his sleep-"
"Is that what you think I'm here for??"
"Then you must be here for..." Angus paused, squinting at him. He was very fancy. His tie had little hearts on it. He was looking at Angus in an uncomfortable but almost bemused way. Angus ranked his brain for any clues Mr. Taako might have given by accident. He snapped his fingers, remembering something very suddenly, and lowered his voice to a whisper. "...to take Mr. Taako on a date!"
"I-" Mr. Kravitz said, flushing, which just proved Angus's point. "Why are you whispering?"
"Listening ears," Angus said. "You never know who's around." He set his wand down, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket. Angus sat himself down across from Mr. Kravitz and pulled out his pen, too. "Now I have a different set of questions if you don't mind."
"I'm not sure-"
"Number one," Angus said, clicking his pen open. "What traits in Mr. Taako do you see as desirable?"
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Ofmd season 2 Finale rant (BIG Spoilers and big feelings)
I don't think I'd go so far to damn the writing of the show or even be mad at the writers. I understand there were some budget cuts and it's understandable that things didn't feel right/felt rushed because of that. But emotionally, to me (who is a mentality ill softy), Izzy's death hit so so so bad. I identified so closely with this character and the direction they were going with him seemed to invite viewers to get attached (which may have been the point but that's kinda cheap). As this season went on, I was thrilled to see that stupid asshole be happy! The idea that even if you're a nightmare, even if you've been a bad friend or partner, you can change, you may not 'deserve' love and care but there will still be those who will love and care for you, and it's your responsibility to rise to the occasion and be a better man for them, for your family, for your community, for your crew, that everyone can find self-love and acceptance for being their true self. I was so invested in this narrative that the final episode hit me out of nowhere hard. Izzy dies, telling his closest friend to let him die, that Ed doesn't need him, he's sorry for all he did, etc. I get that this is good for Ed's character development but in that moment, it hit like a suicide note to me, like dead ass things I've thought or said during a really suicidal moment (and it especially hits that way because of everything he's lived through, and all the near death experiences everyone has survived, it's like he chose to die). And everyone is just staring at him, no reactions, Ed is upset but honestly kinda calm for someone losing his very long term friend. Like I understand they had a really challenging and toxic relationship, but like that's a man who was devoted to you for a long time, a man whose taking the full responsibility for his part in things and has been growing, a man who you literally disabled but is still apologizing to you on his deathbed!!! Just the underwhelming reaction from every character hit so fucking bad, like a real 'no one will mourn you' or 'so anyway' moment. And then everyone is happy, there's a wedding, Ed and Stede get their Inn, celebration all around. The juxtaposition of these two scenes almost feels like we're celebrating Izzy's death, which felt super icky as someone who thought he was really bonding with the crew, it felt like he was still unloved, uncared for, still an outcast. I mean maybe I'm just a crazy little Izzy stan but I was really thinking they were gonna maybe give him a love interest or maybe when he sees that Ed is no longer Blackbeard, he realizes he needs to find himself, that he should live his life in devotion to himself instead of a capitan. Idk, I just felt there were so many ways you could take his character, but now I just feel so very bleak and pessimistic about it all. Like (and I know this is my silly haha bpd hell brain speaking) seeing no one deeply mourn for a character you see yourself in and everyone just move on really triggered me, like more than I expected, it felt like I was seeing validation for all my worst thoughts. I know this wasn't the writers intention, I don't blame them for this interpretation, but it just sat so poorly. Cause if this is how they're going to do him, if everyone is just gonna shrug and move on, then maybe Izzy's mistrust and defenses were valid, Izzy thought no one cared about him and it felt like (in death) that was true. It throws into question all the healing, if he still dies focused on Ed, and convinced no one needs him. Thank you for listening to my emotional take 🤙 Again no hate to the creators or people who loved the finale, this is just how it hit me.
#ofmd#izzy hands#ofmd spoilers#ofmd season 2#ofmd season finale#edward teach#I like the rest of the episode tho#Izzy's speach was really great#stede and eds reunion was great#I just didn't expect to be kicked in the balls like that#suicide mention#bpd mention#i know I took this a little too personally#but that's my comfort character man!#it's hard to create that distance suddenly#I'll be better tomorrow probably#might delete later when I'm feeling better#the fnaf movie better not throw me any curve balls like this!
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Flufftober Day 29: Leaves
Masterlist
Fandom:mystic messenger
Characters: Saeyoung/luciel/707 and Saeran
Saeyoung always tried his best for Saeran, consistently. Yet it seemed like all he achieved was leaving him. And he didn't want to do that all over again. Never ever would he leave him.
Saeran had always liked the feels of the garden. It was always so... comforting. No matter what, the flowers always looked the same. His plants were the consistency he always needed in his life.
But there was one thing in his garden that he absolutely despised. Leaves. They seemed to be playing with him, leaving at the smallest hint of breeze. Leaving him as soon as they could. Enough things already left in his life, he didn't need a reminder in his little personal paradise.
Nowadays, he spent most of his days like this ,sitting in the garden on his own; looking up at the sky and taking care of his plants. Something so simple, yet so beautiful... Surely nobody would even dare disturb his peace...
He was abandoning himself to his thoughts, and they were good thoughts. A luxury he only now could taste.
He was fully embracing it, hence why he didn't care about the warm presence next to him; the presence that usually made him tick; constantly all over the place; now only noticeable because of the sound of leaves cracking and soft breathing.
Yes, Saeran could barely see hints of the red head next to him. But this felt so peaceful... it even balanced his annoyance for the other twin.
Saeyoung felt good here too. In fact, he did come here a lot when he was worried for his brother's health; because knowing the something that Saeran loved to see was still here was a relief. At least he had that, and maybe that would keep him sane. Help him heal.
Wind started shuffling in the brothers' hair.
"Do you like it here?" Saeyoung quietly murmured, he wouldn't want to ruin what made his brother happy. Never ever again.
Saeran only nodded, and continued to look around, still amazed by the nature around him.
"The plants... they never leave... always here for me... for everyone... I like it." Saeran let out, in the calmest voice most people ever heard from him. It looked like nothing was troubling him, like nothing ever could. Not when he was in this state.
The wind started blowing harder, taking leaves away with it... it was the only thing able to disturb Saeran's peace and quiet.
"The guy who named leaves sure was good at his job... they're always leaving... they come and go as if they didn't care. Not about anything." Saeran went on, but he didn't want to admit the connection his brother had to leaves in his eyes. That would be too much trouble for his perfect paradise. A perfect paradise in which Saeyoung somehow managed to find a place, even if it was unstable. He wasn't being that annoying right now, "he may not be that bad.." Saeran started accomodating to that thought... maybe he wasn't that annpying after all.
They sat in silence for a while. Saeyoung understood very well what his brother wanted to imply by his last sentence... who the leaves reminded him off... but he never meant to hurt him...
Saeyoung got closer to Saeran, backs touching one another.
Saeyoung didn't want to sound like an over-protective older brother again... but how could he make him realize his true intentions? They had always been good... he thought. Well maybe that.. no! He always had Saeran's interest in mind.. how did they end up like this?
Not being able to convey his feelings through words, and scared of upsetting his brother, he just locked eyes with him. He was pulling at the skin on his legs nervously, like he wanted to completely disappear out of fear. This wasn't the Saeyoung Saeran thought was true... this was the broken man everyone made him out to be... Saeran pinched his arm. He couldn't believe what was before his eyes... he must've been having a nightmare. Except he could feel the pain at the pinching of his arm... the wind piercing through his hair... this was way too detailled to be fake... but how else could his usually overconfident and energitic twin be like that?
"It's not that I hate leaves . I.. like them in fact!I get attached... then they leave. Just like everyone else." Saeran stated, subconsciousky trying to reassure his brother. He didn't think he understood Saeyoung, but he did. After all, they weren't twins for nothing, even after all the years... his brother wasn't that big of a mystery to him now.
Saeyoung seemed to have figured something out, his eyes lit up all over again, and for once Saeran wasn't that sad about seeing a glimpse of his brother's chaos. If it meant he didn't have to acknowledge the truth...
"Well... maybe they" he giggled a bit in embarassment, an emotion Saeran didn't think Saeyoung ever had in him "just... think they're detrimental to you? If they stay for too long they might prevent the flowers from growing... or that's what they believe to be true. They just want the best for you! Just like- Nevermind.." Saeyoung almost returned to normal for a split second, but what mattered most now was his brother. Not what Saeyoung meant, not what he wanted. What was important was how it affected Saeran. No matter the intention, the consequences were still there, and feeling guilty wouldn't help with anything.
However, Saeran wasn't dumb. He had never been,even if he started off as the weakest of the pair he could very well read his brother, especially after seeing him so vulnerable. He felt like he finally saw the Saeyoung from when they were kids merge with the current one, and it felt great. Not because it was the brother Saeran wanted or needed, but because it was the person Saeyoung had always been deep inside. What Saeran needed wasn't anything special really, he just needed his true brother.Not some idiotic persona. He needed Saeyoung and him to become twins again. However, in order to do that, they had to be true to one another,to tear the facades apart. One by one.
So Saeran finally initiated physical contact with Saeyoung, and gave him a pat on the back. Yes, he knew they both needed more than that, but for now this was his limit. He wanted to keep his arm around his brother's back, stay next to eachother as twins who got eachother perfectly but they weren't like that. Their reality was fairly more complicated.
But as time went on, it steadily got better, each facade crumbling down one by one, becoming more and more vulnerable.
They always got eachother, but the important task was for them to figure themselves out, and only then would their versions of eachother unite; allowing them to be close. Until then, this was their best; and for now, they were satisfied with it.
@flufftober
Tysm for reading eiavakvdqlvd !! I'm fairly proud of this one tbh it was so fun to write dksvskdbzk
I love the choi twins😭😭
Also forgive if Saeran is ooc I haven't done his route yet
#flufftober2022#day 29#mystic messenger#mysmes#mysme#mysme saeyoung#707mysticmessenger#mystic messenger 707#agent 707#ray choi#saeran choi#saeyoung choi#choi saeyoung#SE!saeran#mysme seven#se!saeran#choi twins#hurt/comfort#mysme hurt/comfort#except it's mostly hurt#mysme fanfic#mystic messenger fanfiction#mystic messenger fic#mystic messenger hurt/comfort#This is one of my favorite things to write me thinks#mm 707#707 mm#707 mystic messenger#mystic messenger saeran
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3 : “Please, don’t talk about yourself like that.” and 9 : “I don’t really care anymore.” for the illogical husbands from the angsty list ?? ive been missing them quite lately :(
I really need to write for these two again, but I never have ideas, which is rather sad.
Warning: self-loathing
On with the fic!
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Even after so long, Bill still had moments where the world seemed to crush him.
Hardy did his best to be there for him in those moments, which luckily haven't been as often as they had been in the early days of their relationship, but sometimes it was difficult. Bill would close in on himself and be too quiet, too reserved, it was not good when he was like this.
Sometimes he sleepwalked in response, and that's what Hardy knew it was really bad.
He took his husband aside after one of those nights and sat him down. "We need to talk."
"When someone says that, it's often a breakup, Alec." Bill replied.
"Tch, you know that's not what this is." He wanted to sock him in the arm for being an ass, but he knew how Bill could be when like this. "Talk to me."
"About what?"
"About what has you this upset, this... I don't know, locked up! You've been a walking shell for days now, I even got a call from your office the other day that you hadn't left it until it was basically time to close, you didn't even take any clients in!"
Bill looked at him, hazel eyes dull, then he looked away. "There's nothing to talk about."
"There is, and don't you fucking tell me there isn't."
The doctor ran a hand down his face, then through his hair. "I don't want to talk about it."
"You're not doing that." Hardy snapped. "You're not getting out of this by ignoring it. Talk to me!"
"I'm..." Bill gritted his teeth, then glared at the floor. "I don't really care anymore."
Hardy frowned. "Care about what?"
"About... work! Alright? Is that what you want to hear?" Bill hissed. "I'm in a fucking rut, Alec! I don't want to do this anymore, I'm tired of it, and just sitting and thinking about my life's fucking work makes me realize how much of it had actually did damage to my life!"
He got up from the couch and started to pace. "I don't know what happened, I just... I got lost in my thoughts, thinking about all of the work I've done over the years, from the start of my studies to now! How I had good intentions, but then I got so caught up in things associated with it, with my a-affair! What happened with my wife, with my mistress!
The people who got caught up in it all and got hurt! And for what? Does all this work even do anything for anyone? Does anyone actually care about sex like that? I don't know! Do I!? It's become mechanical, and even tainted, thinking about my own 'research', if you even want to call it that!"
He looked like he wanted to punch a wall, to throw something across the room. "I don't know, Alec, I've been thinking too much and realized that this is all so fucking pointless! I fucked up so bad and I don't even know what's so good about it! Was my research worth all the shit I did?"
Hardy tried not to let the words sting, he wondered if Bill even realized that he unconsciously implied that, well, maybe their marriage wasn't a good thing to come from everything.
Instead, he swallowed the lump in his throat and spoke. "Please, don’t talk about yourself like that."
"Like what? Like I'm a fuckup pervert?"
"Well... you made mistakes, we both have, too many, really. But Bill, you have to understand that you did fuck up, but you did good things too. Hell, even now you're trying to fix your mistakes. You're on better terms with your ex and your kids than you were when we first met, and even Virginia is friendly with you still."
He let out a sigh. "And if you hadn't done your research, hadn't done the stupid shit you did, you wouldn't... have come to Broadchurch."
Bill stopped, looking down at Hardy, before he seemed to register the words the other man said. He looked distraught, like he realized his mistake. "I... shit, Alec, I didn't mean..."
He sat back down, burying his face into his hands. "I really am a fuckup. You are a good thing to come from my mistakes, I didn't... I didn't meant to imply that you weren't."
"I know, but you're an idiot for saying something like that. Bill, you've done good things and bad, your research is some of the best in the world, even if there is a black stain on it. Don't beat yourself up over it, keep trying to be the better man about this, better than your past self, who was, frankly, a moron."
"You're being too nice to me."
"Someone has to. Personally, I want to slap you across the back of the head, but you seem to realize your mistake so... you're forgiven. Just... talk to me next time you're feeling like this, don't wallow so much in it."
Bill nodded, leaning back against the couch. "I know, I know. I just didn't want to bother you with it."
"I'm your husband, Bill, I'm here to help you when you need it, just like you do for me." Hardy replied, and saw the barest hint of a smile on the man's lips.
#illogical husbands#good omens extended universe#broadchurch#masters of sex#alec hardy#bill masters#john's drabbles#moving forward au
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Security Breach Theory: Monty isn't actually super egotistical at all (he may not even care for his role that much)
I've been thinking about this Gator a lot and I came to some neat realizations. You can look at the other Glamrocks and easily figure out their personalities, either from their 2D art around the plex, the findable messages, or what they say and do as they walk around the PizzaPlex.
Roxy's art and behavior points to her having at least a small ego and is competitive. Chica's art and behavior shows her being fun and kind, along with being a foodie. Freddy's art and behavior shows a leader who's naive but will always look for the best in every single person.
Monty however, his are. Different. His art shows a somewhat relaxed yet a little energetic gator, he's smiling in all his artwork. But in game, he's destructive and seems to be full of anger. Why is that?
I actually want to talk more about the differences, they're super interesting to me. This one actually can show what I'm taking about
Look at everyone. You can see they're all smiles, the exception being Roxanne because of the coal. She's the only one to have shown different emotions in her artwork, like this one here
Heck let's look at more Monty art to drive the point home (not just because I love his 2D art)
Look at these! 1st and 3rd show a relaxed Gator, not too caring about much and is just super happy to be there. 2nd shows him less relaxed, but instead somewhat hyped. He's excited for golf man!! Gonna get a hole in one!! (There's another image that looks like him jumping in the air while playing, another thing of him being excited)
But then you have his in game self, the Month we encounter.
He's destroying things, his *own* things mostly actually. His room is trashed beyond belief, and in his boss fight he's destroying his own game. He's destroying staff bots, gates, anything, along with roaring whenever he's destroying anything.
But with Gregory he's kind of...not mean? Most mean things he says are things like game over, we will find you/you can't hide, and "You're in trouble now!" Doesn't even insult Gregory like Roxanne will do sometimes, just calling him "Little guy."
He also doesn't seem to care much for his role as the bassist. There's a message that says that he missed a main stage performance again and that they found him in the place they always find him. He's been missing shows a lot it seems, but no one seems upset? They all seem like they want him to succeed, a management report that talks about Bonnie's decommission says "This could be a good thing. Monty can be even more popular than Bonnie." And when Vanessa is threatening to decommission Freddy? Monty would take his place.
Everyone wants Monty to be a star, the big guy up top, but does he even want that?
You might bring up Bonnie and Monty's golf game in this case, but I can debate these points.
Bonnie's "death" is left vauge. He was last seen in Monty Golf it seems, and then he was suddenly decommissioned. How do we know it just wasn't that hole in one Bucket that got Monty later on? Who's to say Monty did it with malicious intent, and it wasn't a result of Vanny's influence? It's all very vauge, anything could be cannon
And the golf game. Who's to say it's Monty's actual wants? What if it represents something with the three other Glamrocks, not including Freddy? Monty's only up front because he's the first in line to replace Freddy. If Monty was gone, it could have been Chica or Roxy up front there. Maybe it's not that they want something bad to happen to Freddy, it means that if things continued to go the way they were going, Freddy is at risk of being decommissioned, thrown out of the band. They'd be forced to go on without him, putting on happy smiles and faces for the kids. Vanessa does threaten Freddy with that after all, it seems like he's on the edge of being "old news."
Perhaps Montgomery's anger comes from the pressure he's under to climb the ranks, to be number 1 and to be a leader. He likes to relax, be chill, not make sure everyone's in line. He doesn't care for his role, it's not exactly what he wants.
(Also, I don't think Fury's Rage counts as anything. They make Freddy more mean when I'm reality he's a sweet, naive bear. Even if it did, you'd have to take away all the fighting stuff for everyone, and all that'd leave is Monty's love for his looks and him being flirty. That's it.)
#disclaimer: I don't hate egotistical Monty it's cute#this is just a theory about some of the stuff I've noticed#I think it's something interesting to ponder about#lexi rambles#montgomery gator#rockin my heart#fnaf theory
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A rant about AI art
My good friend and I made a Dangonronpa roleplay together. It's been going on for over a year, well over 2 novels in length by now, has a second season, and being the artist of the two, I do all the art.
This includes:
-Thirty four character cards.
-two monopad drawings.
-Two 'surviving people left' banners, updated with deaths each chapter. (one has 16 characters, the other has 18.)
-Two elevator pictures (again, one sixteen person, the other 18 person.) updated with each death.
-Random art of our characters.
-Working on a full 4 minute animation through the year for it. (I'm a minute and twenty seconds into it.)
I'm not an amazing artist, but I do have some good talent. I've been working on art on and off for fourteen years, and that's really putting it lightly.
I show him all my stuff and he appreciates it and is usualy amazed. It's awesome.
I do all that for free because its a passion project that I love to do, though I've sunk countless hours into all this art.
I'm not perfect with it, but my heart and soul is in it.
I should note how my friend is an amazing person, not himself an artist (he has much talent in other areas though), and did not mean to upset me. I'm angry and hurt, but that wasn't his intention at all and my anger is probably misguided.
He was just super excited.
About what you ask?
He went to some AI art site and made his characters there.
And they turned out SO well.
The pictures looked near perfect what we imagined and what I drew given the references he put together for me.
they look like they were plucked straight out of an anime with beautiful colors.
Some pictures showed the same character, but in their 'evil' persona or when they were younger or at a different angle and it was all consistent.
He showed me twelve images that he made in a matter of seconds.
He said he didn't use my art at least but it still hurt like hell.
The only thing I could see that was a mistake on the AI's part is one hand's fingers were a bit too long.
It sucks
Because that art is just made and given away for free from an AI.
art that should be done by people like me or other artists in commissions.
And all that work I put into my stuff, the years and years i put into my art and trying to get better is just overshadowed.
In seconds.
twelve images, put together by a machine that hasn't done what I have.
In seconds.
They look great, and the flaws can be easily ignored. Put together by stolen artwork off the backs of artists like me and my friends, put into a blender and spat out.
In seconds.
twelve fucking images of the characters we crafted.
twelve fucking images that where, frankly, brought to visual life by my hard work in a crunch time, remade my a machine that only knows lines of code.
I was replaced in seconds.
And yes maybe this rant is about me and I'm selfish for even making this.
But after seeing my job slowly being taken over by robots, and now my hobby and my planned side job being taken over by that too...I'm angry!
My friend said he's sorry, though I don't think he knows exactly how much this hurts.
I made so much art and shared with him and he freaked out over how cool those AI pictures were.
I knew it was bad before but seeing my friend just casually replace my talent like that...
I didn't expect it to come from there.
I hate AI art. It shouldn't be here- It's not cultivated or made by people. it's just stolen artwork, lines of code, placed together and spat out. It hurts artists in a world where pennies have to be scraped and people are being replaced for the sake of saving a few dollars for a corporation.
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Obey me!; Lucifer x F!reader
Today was like any day, you were attempting to hang out with Mammon in your room, but your mind was wandering to the eldest brother every so often. Of course, you'd never admit. You had your own pride, and you'd never live it down to let the others know your favorite was the demon who tried to kill you multiple times, who would threaten you, who wanted nothing to do with you for the longest time-
And yet, you were smitten.
Little did you know, so was he. Currently, he was in his study, attempting to focus on some important work from Diavolo, but as his head rested in his hands, his mind wandered to your lips, wondering how soft they were, if they were chapped or if they were perfectly soft, not that he'd mind either way he decided-
He sat up straight and shook his head a bit to try to clear the thoughts, his cheeks going light pink as he realized he was focusing on kissing you, instead of important work. When had this happened? When had he started to care about you so much?
He found himself grabbing his D.D.D and opening your contact, staring at the picture of you he had gotten from Asmo at some point, then circled his ungloved thumbs over the screen for a moment before sighing, watching as the screen went dim, then black. Then he heard it, your laugh, and Mammon's, echoing from your room, and he felt his blood boil with jealousy, a small hiss or tsk leaving him, he wasn't even sure what the noise was, he opened his phone again and texted your name to you.
'Y/n.'
You blinked as your phoned buzzed, and reading the message, you felt a chill go up your spine, feeling anger behind the words, you quickly texted back
"Yes, Lucifer?"
He smirked faintly at the instant chat bubble popping up, then more at your response. Maybe, he wasn't the only one who was wrapped around someone's finger. Although, he would never admit he felt this way. Never. Maybe.
"Come to my study, urgently. I have something to discuss with you."
He sends, but instantly felt the confidence start to drain, what was his plan??? What would he do? He was sure he could make something up, he was good at finding half assed reasons for things, but he wasn't sure what to do at the moment. Feeling doom setting in, he tensed up as he heard your sweet voice call out to him
"Lucifer? You said you wanted to talk about something? Mammon's kinda mad I left so soon but you said it was urgent.." you said, closing the door behind you and walking over to him. That's when he took notice of your outfit, which was a tank top of your favorite color, a hoodie of complimenting color, and dark grey shorts, the hoodie half off your shoulders.
He felt heat rush through his body and he stared intently at you, swallowing hard, he crossed his legs and shifted, moving to rest his chin on his hands, trying to stay composed, but at the mention of his younger brother, he let out a quiet 'tsk', then glanced to the side.
You frowned a bit. Had you upset him? Had you done something wrong? Was he going to send you away? All these bad thoughts started to play through your mind, and as the fear and sadness showed on your face, Lucifer spoke up
"Y/n, what's wrong?" He asks, softly, standing and slowly approaching. He hesitated, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek as he turned your face towards him
"A-ah-" you felt some panic at being so close to your crush, and the intimidating eldest, and smiled nervously, your cheeks hot
"I just...was worried I upset you, with the look on your face." You said, softly, turning your gaze away from his. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest, and raised his hand once again to pinch your chin between his thumb and finger, his fingers soft and gentle
"You haven't done anything to upset me." He says, in a soft voice, leaning a bit closer, the gap between you two getting smaller. You felt panic begin to rise in your chest, but you pushed it down and welcomed the warmth he gave off, looking up at the taller demon male, who stared down at you, a loving look on his face, before inching closer
"..you could never... do anything...to upset me...enough to where..I'd stay mad.." he says, as he slides his hand from your chin down your neck to behind your head and pulls you in, closing the gap and kissing you. You kissed back after a moment, your hands going to his clothes and clutching onto him, feeling like you'd drop or float away if you didn't.
Then the door opened
"Hey Lucifer what's the big idea calling y/n away like tha-" Mammon started to shout, only to freeze up, his face going red at the scene in front of him. You two pulled away, and you hid your face in Lucifers chest, as Lucifer put a hand on your back and glared Mammon
"Mammon!" He shouted, and said demon bolted, afraid what would happen to him if he stayed, the door slamming shut behind him. Lucifer gave a little huff, and licked his lips softly "...you're.. saltier than I thought.." he mutters to you, and you felt your face burn
"I was eating popcorn!" You say in defense, and a small chuckle left him as he held you to his chest, a hand moving to rub circles on your hip a bit
"I was only teasing, y/n." He hums, then leans to your ear, smirking
"...you're actually sweet."
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Wanna share with you this :3
#1 Screenshot: Barbara what did you do- 💀 why and how bad is your interruption that Aether and I just swore to never talked to each other I-
#2 Screenshit: NOOOOOOO BENNEEETTTTTTTTTT 😭😭😭 WHY DID ME THERE THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO CONFESS????????? NOOOOOOO BENNETT NOOOOO 😭😭😭
A little scenario I thought of is Bennett was overwhelmed and frustrated with his luck and how it also affects his team. He wanted someone to talk to or even just listen to him and that's when we came into the picture. He told us his life story, venting his frustrations, feelings, and thoughts. Putting it bluntly, he's being vulnerable to you and he trusts you. You thought it was a good idea to confess to him because it might remind him that you're here and that there's someone who loves him. Sadly, Bennett doesn't think or feel the same way. Rather he misinterpret your intentions and he doesn't like that you're confessing to him at his most vulnerable state which makes the atmosphere between the two of you tense and suffocating. He most likely apologized and asked that he needs to clear off his mind and left you behind. And from there, he met Xinyan. Xinyan happened to pass by when you confessed to him and saw what happened, opting to help him out after seeing how troubled he looks. They talked for a bit and Bennet came to a decision. He went back to you and asked for a proposal to give him some time along while apologizing and telling you it's not a good idea to confess to him this way. The way I see it, Bennet felt awkward with you and tries to put you both on the line of friendship. He doesn't want to hurt you more after rejecting your feelings but you were way affected by his rejection than he thought, no matter how lightly he put it and it ended up having an invisible wall between the two of you. Bennett tries his best to be friends with you even after all that but it's really hard if you keep on avoiding him. He decided to give you some time on your own and gradually the two of you became strangers again, having an unspoken deal to never speak to each other again.
[I don't really know much about Bennett but it feels out of character for me to have him give up and forget about a friend especially one who had feelings for him so I had a very hard time thinking and settled for this. On the Xinyan "interrupting part" I don't know much about her either (╥﹏╥) so I also settled for that. It was also getting way too llong for my liking so on to the next one!]
#3 Screenshot: Xiangling 💀 also Modern AU ✨✨✨ the homie and bestie + kind of chaotic vibes with the sleeping [ESPECIALLY THE SLEEPING cause I wasn't expecting that 💀] and watching movies is the one and way too accurate for me odjejdjdj also Jean interrupting makes me think that I had a job to do but I decided not to do it and Kaeya encouraging us to hang out instead is ✨✨✨
Cool, we got some more!!🤩
Maybe it was your lack of response PLUS allowing Barbara to interrupt that made the ending so serious? Gosh, Idk I can't see Aether being so upset over something like that tho 😔 maybe there was some history between you two, with him pining over you but you never reciprocated his feelings, so when it comes to this confession and you say nothing, he decides to just leave you alone 😭 sorry for the angst, I like the drama tho haha
OH CRAP NOT ANOTHER ANGSTY SCENARIO 😭😭💔 oof that bennett scenario hurt, ouch 😔 I think your take on bennett made sense to me tho? The consistent awkwardness sounds right but OUCH
Oh Thank God that the next one is lighthearted 😤 Haha, you and Xiangling totally sound like besties 😆 that situation makes so much sense tho?! kaeya is probably with you guys when you watch a movie haha, such a bad influence
N E WAYZ thanks so much for sending these in, friend!! They were so fun to read and ponder about!! Send some more whenever!! 🥰❤
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Throwback to this interaction from an old dating app;;;; the mild(?) absurdity is funny
1st pic: the yellow text is my commentary, after the fact
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Omgg look at me 👆🏽 trying so hard to be patient, not even because I'm infantilizing anyone, but just because we return to the root of "People deserve unconditional kindness" and that you assume the best about them (who knows? bro's english wasn't good to begin with; disability; etc etc not his fault)
Then…
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"SERIOUSLY.
i wanna dive [i.e. suicide method joke]
1. there was nothing in my bio, to make you want to ask about exes
2. […] what's with you and people's exes?? busybody af
wouldn't be so bad if i already knew you. but here it's the first question?!"
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Being brutally honest, bc that's my talent and I enjoy Big Clit Energy communication 👆🏽
Next,
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"I'm so pissed like, regardless if you're disabled etc., your communication still makes me irritated. [Like, I have all the empathy in the world for you AND the absolute best assumptions. But in the real world, you still end up doing physical things that DO make me upset, even as I understand perfectly that this may NOT be your intention, and maybe BOTH of us don't know how to explain to each other how to improve this.] He never ONCE acknowledged a single thing I ever said tffffff
I sent him a song, he didn't acknowledge it. […]
I said, "look at my bio," he asks about my exes.
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"I sent him those long messages [the "I feel cheated" elaboration in the 3rd pic], he goes straight to "my hands use desktop instagram/whatsapp better". Like fine it's your accommodation for your physical disability. But he never gave explanations/acknowledged anything I said k 🙄 His first impression was misleading af
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Ok so. The guy's selfies always had him in a wheelchair, clearly he needs it. I also can't guess how paralyzed or fatigued or in pain he is, because he said NOTHING about it. His bio and opening message were LIVELY. "haha I like pizza, wanna get to know each other?" type shit. He set this up.
After that, NOTHING else from him reached those early standards 😭
Not a horrifying end-of-the-world deal, but just stating the fact: I was a victim of his inconsistency/fakeness/?unknowable situation?/?inexplicable situation? 💀
Plus I've told him early on that he could not get my personal socmeds, because we just met and I was uncomfortable. He asked the first time, but then he asked again, because instagram or whatsapp have a voice message button that's accessible to him.
Cool, great, fine—no a stranger fucking still cannot have my socmed, but I noticed the app we were on can record voice messages! Hey there, "dude I'm still willing to be 99% patient with", I'm reaching a hand out towards you, and showing you that this exists, so we could possibly continue interacting!
*gets unmatched/banned*
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sighh anyways. funny as hell
Bro could've explained at ANY moment how disabled he was, but absolutely DIDN'T,
and EVERY reply felt like starting a new conversation from scratch because NOTHING I ever said was acknowledged EVER
[Like, I have all the empathy in the world for you AND the absolute best assumptions. But in the real world, you still end up doing physical things that DO make me upset, even as I understand perfectly that this might NOT be your intention, and maybe BOTH of us don't know how to explain to each other how to improve this.]
Good people, ass communication.
Good people, inability to just guess what each other's disabilities are.
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"I know I seem childish," she said. "Sit DOWN."
Dohyeok attempted to remain standing. Unseen hands grasped both arms and roughly forced him into a chair.
"You hate me for my optimism. For caring. For 'not understanding your pain.'" She looked at him like the dragon had - as if he were a bug; a nuisance with no value.
"It is easy for you to think this, in part because of my appearance. Should I cover myself in unsightly wrinkles to earn your respect? Is that how it works for you?"
With every query, it felt like another weighted blanket was being laid across him. He wondered whether he would be crushed if she kept going. He wondered whether that would be so bad...She deserved to be allowed to kill him if that was her desire, didn't she?
"Do you think I have not been betrayed? You know better, because you blame yourself for treachery against me. Do you think I have not suffered? That I have not been lonely or isolated? That I have not been in pain?"
He could not move, but the weight was not troubling his breathing. It seemed she was quite intentional about keeping him alive. He sighed.
"It is far easier to believe yourself older than I am, and to consider my optimism a matter of inexperience. Because if the result of the kind of pain you've experienced must be the shitty responses you've shown, then you're not personally responsible for being so hateful all this time.
Conversely, if I'm older than you are? If I've been through all the same kinds of horrible trauma and come out of the other side of it still believing in the good of the world-"
"Don't say it," Dohyeok croaked. He was having trouble drawing breath but it wasn't the weight she'd placed on him. Rather, her words had pierced his heart and he was so upset his throat wouldn't remain open.
"You don't want forgiveness because you don't want the guilt of being forgiven and then refusing to forgive those who wronged you in turn." She brushed hairs out of his eyes. "But that isn't how it works. If I consider your offense forgivable that has no bearing on whether the people who wronged you did something that can be forgiven. Maybe it can't! You don't owe forgiveness." She shook her head, her eyes far away on some ancient tragedy of her own life.
"That isn't how it works," she said again.
Tears were streaming down now. She was right that he didn't want forgiveness, whether she was right or wrong about the why of it, but she was applying it mercilessly nonetheless.
"I'm sorry to ask you to hope again," she said. "I know it's painful for you. But also...I'm not very sorry. Because I think you need this. Besides, the alternative to living with hope would normally be dying. And with what the dragon did to you I don't think that's really an option for you right now."
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He stills, brows raising. It’s not exactly a surprise, but it’s not not a surprise to hear his hollow say they’re on the same side. They’ve been on the same side for a while, but hearing it out loud seems like a step. “Okay.” He does relax.
Ichigo thinks it’s a pretty large agreement and he’s a little annoyed he has to remind him which one. Like it’s not important enough to remember. Like it’s not one agreements Ichigo’s ever made. And it makes Ichigo question whether he’s overreacted with all this. Maybe it was just a joke or a threat. He scowls. “It wasn’t much of an agreement, but I thought you’d at least be able to recall it. The agreement about you having some kind of ownership over me.” He swipes a hand through his hair and pushes out a breath. “And I didn’t send him after you. I was trying to be honest about what we have going on. Seems like telling a person you’re interested in that you belong to someone else is a good relationship step. He didn’t like it. But I didn’t do anything wrong.” Ichigo looks away. “I know.”
He snorts. It’s true enough, but he says. “Because it’s awkward. Being hollow seems like it’s more your thing. Feels like trespassing.” Wishful thinking? He hopes not. “At least if you’re bad at it too, I feel like I have a valid excuse for sucking at it.” He blinks. “Wait. What? When? You know him?” When did that happen? Shiro isn’t missing body parts and neither is Grimmjow. He doesn’t know if he believes it. But it also sheds more light on this invitation he’s supposed to be giving if so. He’s sort of undecided about this being a good or bad development. “I don’t know. Everyone is making it sound easy. It doesn’t seem simple or easy at all to me. I take my obligations seriously. I want to know what I’m getting into.”
He fixes his attention more fully on Shiro, still —on some level— in flinch mode in case his hollow decides he doesn’t like Ichigo after all. Except that’s the opposite of what Shiro says. “Oh.” He relaxes again. “Well, that’s… considerate.” He smirks some. “I wasn’t sure you cared.” He’s kind of touched in a weird, off put, mildly alarmed way. “I guess if he eats me, that would be fine. I’m not sure I’d be very forgiving about being eaten alive. If he just kills me, you should probably just let Seireitei handle it and enjoy your freedom.”
He nods, motion small but sharp. "Ok." Good.
That annoyance radiates off Ichigo, but he's dealing with his own, somewhat alarm-stained annoyance. It's not even that the prospect of Grimmjow getting pissed and making a nuisance of himself bothers Shiro all that much, it's all the bullshit that would come with it. Beating up Ichigo's wanna be boyfriend probably wouldn't go over well. But somehow the agreement Ichigo did tell said arrancar is both better and worse than the other agreements he'd thought of first. "I recall it." His voice is a little monotone. "You... didn't think maybe that was an important part of the conversation when I asked what exactly had been said?" Ok. Well now he knows what probably crawled up Grimmjow's ass. It was him. Wait. Yikes. "You didn't intentionally send him after me, but you did turn me into a rival." His hisses out a breath, crossing his arms. He knows that wasn't Ichigo's intention, and he knows those intentions were actually good and altruistic or whatever. Ichigo's just trying to make sure all the weirdness that surrounds him -and Shiro- is on the table up front, which is very fair and probably for the better, but also complicated. The look on Ichigo's face when he looks away and doesn't even get upset over Shiro's threats makes the hollow flash teeth in annoyance. Annoyance derived from being entirely unable to be annoyed for any real good reason "Fine. If he decides to come to me, I'll try to keep it civil. If he gets his ass kicked, it's on him."
He grunts a laugh. "I'd hope so, since I am a hollow. You're more of an honorary hollow, maybe. You're welcome for that." Not that he actually thinks Ichigo likes being in a good place with a bunch of hollows, or all the shit he's had to deal with because of Shiro (before or after their split). He frowns though, "What? I'm not bad at bein' a hollow, I'm just different." What kind of insult is that? He's not bad at it... But Ichigo's getting ahead of himself. "Whoa, easy there. I don't know him. But d'you think, in this little city, two powerful hollows haven't crossed paths?" Two powerful creatures that are both inexplicably drawn to one shinigami/human, at that. He waves Ichigo's concern off with a careless motion. "That's 'cause you're talkin' to hollows about it. Everything is various shades of black and white and sometimes a splash of red." His mouth tugs downward thoughtfully, "Maybe you should talk to someone who knows a lot about hollows instead of an actual hollow. Maybe you could get it put into words better that way." Because everything he does know about it is purely instinctive and it doesn't translate well to someone who doesn't have those same instincts.
Honestly, he expected Ichigo to take his threat poorly. He figured Ichigo would give him some 'don't take revenge on the guy i want to be with' type bullshit and he was prepared to let Ichigo know he didn't give a shit about his morals and would do it anyway. Pale brows arch slightly in his surprise, before a muted smirk tugs at his features. "Don't get sentimental about it." He scoffs, but it's full of amusement. "Oh no, I'd eat him either way. It'd be a waste of a powerful meal to let Seireitei deal with him."
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Dream of 5/10/22
I was somebody's evil clone, I ruined his life so much that he started to go insane. The hero quickly became the bad guy whilst I was getting tired of being evil I turned good. (Pretty awesome concept tho) My name was C10c2 I forget what the good guys name was, it started with an S. Maybe Stag or something. We were both super powerful beings, although, I was immortal, he was not but he did not know this. I still got hurt and experienced near-death(? like really fatigued?) but I could not die. We met each other when I was created by infiltrating his base by playing dead. (He had this large ass water filtration system in his base??) and I acted as if I came from the water. Everyone saw that I looked like him and was extremely scared and confused. He took me, picked me up to find out who I was or where I came from once I was put in his like main hq area or whatever I got up (I think I stole something valuable of his) and I went off to cause mayhem. Since I looked like him, everyone will think I was him and doing all those bad things so I started stealing from shops, destroying cars, buildings, everything. I grew pretty bored of it fast. And he got pretty upset over it fast. People ended up not hearing from him for weeks. But I knew he was tracking me down. Trying to find me. I remember running from the police and tripping over a pothole into a dumpster and cameras saw me and I remember making a mental note like "Okay I was just seen on cameras, he's definitely coming for me now" so I run again.
Ok here's where shit gets real fucked up, at this point, I'm done with being evil and I just want to be my own person. Yet, I still wanted to have c10c2 as my name and to be known as "the once evil one" the next time I saw stag he looked exactly like me (I should add I had a few altercations like scars, split black and white hair and like cyan eyes or something whilst he had none of those) he was so far gone, looking like he hasn't slept, bathed, or anything. He said he was the real C10c2 and I was like, flabbergasted. He had an intent to kill me and take my place. I remember him having a knife with him at all times. I tried to dodge his attacks but I did end up getting sliced sometimes. (The feeling of getting stabbed in dreams is not good but not necessarily painful. It's like. The area that's inflicted will be scorching hot and feel... tight I guess like there's a knot below your skin.) I wanted to make amends with him and have all this be over with but he didn't want that. I tried several times to take him somewhere fun and he just ended up trying to kill me at the end. I remember going undercover in like a Walmart and just trying to feel like I wasn't being hunted. I saw him come in and I froze and we locked eyes together but he didn't realize it was me and I was so excited I then remember fleeing to some Inn or something occupied by rich old white ladies they let me stay with them as long as I wanted but for some reason I had to leave last second. I remember being in a bathroom and spitting up blood because for some reason I had earrings in my mouth. I glanced at the ground next to me in one of the stalls and saw his shoes and I froze again. He saw the blood I was spitting up and asked if I was okay. I made some joke or something like "Just the stress! I'm ok" and he laughed. I did not want to get out of that stall. This is basically all I remember besides him saying he was the real C10c2 and that he stabbed me at least like 5 times. I remember having to wrap a bandage around my stomach tightly to stop the bleeding. Yeah. Lots of fun.
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Hey, hi, do you still take requests?? If so, can you make a harry potter x male reader smut where harry sees the reader talking and laughing and being affectionate with someone else other than him? And harry just goes straight to the reader and drag him to somewhere private, and show him who he belongs to, and can you make it like bdsm??? Thank you!
Sorry for taking so long to do this I've been incredibly busy but I hope to be more active again this may be shorter than you wanted it do be.
*coughs* The glasses stay on during sex.
Requests are open again now.
Contents: Bondage, Jealous sex, fluff smut, mating press, good boy kink, sorta service top Harry, blow jobs, rimming, feral horny harry, clingy Harry.
You weren't doing anything you wouldn't normally do. You were affectionate towards those you were close with, cuddly even, though you obviously gave a lot more affection to your boyfriend as compared to your friends.
That wasn't good enough for Harry apparently.
You had been trying to comfort one of your friends who had recently been broken up with.
They clung to you since you were one of their closest friends and you've spent more time with them than you have with Harry this past week.
Initially he'd been ok, he liked the fact that you were kind and caring towards your friends. But now he was missing you and getting irritated.
You were his boyfriend! So why did they get so much of your attention?!
He figured it would be over soon though and Hermione had told him he was being over dramatic and maybe he was but it still upset him.
He'd had enough of it today though.
He finally had you all to himself cuddling by the fire in the common room as you showed him the gifts you'd gotten for him while at Hogsmeade.
Harry had been so happy just to have you in his lap again he truthfully hadn't cared much about what you'd gotten him.
He only cared that you were here with him.
But then your friend came looking for you and the worst part was your were about to get out of his lap to go with them as if they were more important!
"He's not going with you right now." Harry had said sternly as he pulled you back down into his lap. You friend got scared off by the glare Harry gave them but you knew what that tone of voice was usually associated with.
That tone of voice was the reason you were here now, in the room of requirement, tied up, arms behind your back, legs bent up towards your shoulders and tied to the bed post, all the while Harry was eating you out while Jerking you off.
"Ha- mmm fuck- Harry as much as I love this,-" You were cut off by your own moan as a wave of pleasure swiftly ran through you. "I can't help but wonder what has you so- oooh- so worked up."
"Mine." Was the only response you got before he replaced his hand with his mouth and began fervently sucking you off.
You threw your head back as tears welled up in your eyes, he'd already made you cum onto yourself three times. He didn't show any intent of stopping so either, and your body was growing oh so sensitive.
"Puppy you're being a bad boy." You said letting out a whine shooting your load down his throat. It took him a moment to realize what you had said since he was too focused on swallowing the bitter liquid pouring out of your cock.
When his brain finally processed however he panicked and got up close to your face and began apologizing and peppering your face with kisses.
You'd never seen him be so overdramatic over getting told he was being a bad boy. Most of the time he'd be a brat about it.
"Harry stop apologizing, untie my arms, and talk to me." He did as he was told leaving your legs all tied up as you gently ran your hands along his body.
"I'm sorry I just wanted to make you feel good." You shushed him and pulled him in for a gentle kiss.
"I did feel good, but there is something bothering you and you don't seem to enjoying this." You gently guided his hips towards your entrance, making him push in, you both let out a satisfied sigh.
"I just thought that with all the time you were spending with your friend you were forgetting you were mine." His hips rocked forward and back slowly it was more of gentle love making now than anything else.
"I'm always your Harry, if you missed me so much you could've said something."
"What would I say? Hey you've been distracted lately, I'm gonna rail you until you remember who you belong to." You let out a laugh as your hands slid down to his ass pulling him closer as a silent demand to push in deeper.
"I was thinking something along the lines of asking for my attention but sure railing me works." His face flushed at that realizing he probably could've thought of something better to say.
"Well if you're so intent on making my body know I'm all your why don't you continue with your plans for the night."
That was all he needed to hear.
His hips moved faster as he worked himself up again and his kisses became rough and sloppy.
He didn't stop moving until neither if you could handle it anymore.
Safe to say you were lucky it was a weekend because you couldn't move much nor did you have the desire to anyways.
Luckily your boyfriend liked to carry you.
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Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!
Wc: 1.7k+
Type: Headcanons
CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)
A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)
🔥Diluc:
This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.
Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.
He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.
So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.
He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.
Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.
He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.
If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.
He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.
If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.
Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.
If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.
All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.
🖌Albedo:
You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.
You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.
Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.
It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.
Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭
I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)
He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)
Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.
He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)
If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰
At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)
At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)
All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)
🦋Xiao:
I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.
He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.
However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)
Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍♂️ahdgshjsjd
Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.
I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.
He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)
As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.
Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.
I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.
He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.
Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.
All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.
💎Ningguang:
OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH
She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.
She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.
She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)
The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!
Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3
If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.
Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.
If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.
The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.
If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.
All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)
🍃Venti:
BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!
Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?
No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).
He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.
HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!
He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.
If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.
If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…
At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.
I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.
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