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the-last-butter · 2 years

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PLEASE ramble about Xinyan, Beidou, and Kazuha I’m begging you I’m kissing your ring

OKAY HERE I GO!!!

Most of these are self-indulgent while some have some canon backing but regardless, enjoy the brain worms!!'

Spoilers for Summer Fantasia!

Beidou taught Xinyan how to wield a claymore. (Their normal attack pattern is the same except for Beidou's last kick) *

Beidou took Xinyan in because she sees parts of her younger self in Xinyan. *

Beidou is the tallest among the three, followed by Xinyan and then Kazuha. Secretly, Beidou's a bit worried that Xinyan might grow taller than her when her final growth spurt hits (because it'd mean she wouldn't be able to noogie Xinyan as easily.)

Beidou fully expects Kazuha to simply up and leave the Crux sometime soon to see the world (check her voice lines) but Kazuha has unconsciously made it his home/safe place and will find his way back to the Alcor no matter how far he travels. (At the end of his domain, Kazuha's childhood table and bonsai were aboard the Alcor.) So, need to worry about him leaving anytime soon, Beidou!

Kazuha and Xinyan have accidentally more or less become Beidou's protégées but she knows that the two of them have their own passions to follow and wish to see the world so has no plans of coaxing them into that role and making them stay with the crux. However, whether it be at the end of a tiring day or a long journey the both of them are welcomed back aboard the Alcor. Beidou hopes that the Alcor (and her) is the one place they can come back to without hesitation.

Beidou isn't a eyepatch collecter like a certain other captain but she has a very special one that she holds dear. It looks similar to her regular ones but has flames embroidered on it at the part where the string attaches. Xinyan had sewed it back up when it tore while battling a sea foe and Beidou's kept it in her collection of personal treasures ever since.

When Xinyan was younger and still lived with her parents, she used to run aboard Beidou's ship if she could when things got too much or she didn't have the energy to smile at her problems. There, she either seamlessly started working with the crew to take her mind off things or sang to a small bunch of sailors. Whenever Beidou noticed the tiredness in her eyes despite her peppy voice she used to drop everything she was doing and sit beside Xinyan to hear her sing. Even though Beidou didn't understand her music, she used to pay close attention to the lyrics and give her input according, even telling Xinyan stories from her voyages, hoping that they'd inspire her to write more songs.

It's not very often, but now and then when Kazuha feels particularly melancholic, he requests Beidou to spar with him, both to keep his blade sharp and because the electro that buzzes throughout reminds him of his homeland and dear friend.

Both Kazuha and Xinyan have accidentally called Beidou mom at least once.

Beidou and Xinyan once dragged Kazuha to one of Beidou's after-voyage parties at the Wanmin restaurant, though he enjoyed the meal he almost teared up red faced because of how spicy the two ladies liked their dishes. Now, every so often he takes his food just a bit spicier in hopes of developing his palate.

On voyages, Kazuha spends most of his time in the Crow's nest reading the winds or places where there is just the right amount of sun and shade. Xinyan on the other hand, spends her time on the deck chatting, singing or doing the heavy lifting. Beidou makes sure to check on the both of them for time to time and gives them a light-hearted yet stern sounding talk if they slack off too much.

It was just Xinyan before, but at one point even Kazuha became aware of just how often Beidou goes up the Jade chamber for "Just a game of chess" despite publicly hating on the Tianquan. Now the two of them will gang up to tease her about it.

When Kazuha saw Ningguang in person for the first time he genuinely wondered if how similar they looked had something to do with Beidou taking him in so readily.

Many a time the Millilth have tried to escort Kazuha back to the port thinking he was just a tourist under the Crux's protection who had accidentally wandered too far out in the desolate parts of Liyue. Beidou had to put up a notice with Kazuha's face reading "IF LOST DO NOT RETURN HIM TO BEIDOU!!! HE CAN MAKE HIS WAY BACK JUST FINE"

Being trained by none other than Beidou, Xinyan is very VERY strong physically. Beidou has asked her to take part in the crux clash repeatedly in order to humble some contestants but Xinyan always flusters and says that it's not really her area of expertise.

On their impromptu inspiration tour, Xinyan and Kazuha run into Tartaglia on Dragonspine. Xinyan's happiness is unbound after meeting dear Red after so long and asks Tart to tell her stories from his travels while they rest around a brazier, to which he obliges. Tartaglia (on Big Brother mode) offers to "rough that guy Kazuha up a bit just in case" to which Xinyan declines.

While song-writing together, Xinyan recalls all the Fisherman shanties Beidou used to sing. If it weren't coming from Xinyan, Kazuha would find the information of Beidou singing highly doubtful.

During their travels, there was at least one time that Xinyan genuinely forgot Kazuha could do his E skill and instead hoisted him up on her shoulders so that they could get over a ledge or scale a boulder.

Kazuha and Xinyan both have burn scars on their left hands and have shared the story of how they got it with each other. Kazuha got his from his friend's vision and Xinyan from an accident from the time she tried to imbue fire in her performances (before obtaining a pyro vision)

"Xinyan gives the best hugs. There is simply no competition." - Kazuha, Yun Jin, Xiangling, and Fischl.

Xinyan had once asked Kazuha what language the wind speaks to which his mind completely drew a blank.

Kazuha regrets that Xinyan had to spend most of her time in Inazuma fighting. He’s promised her that if they ever get the chance, he’d give her a proper tour of his homeland and show her everything that it has to offer.

When Xinyan performed atop her island at the GAA, a certain green-clad bard was heard playing the most peculiar tune outside cattails'. His usual listeners applauded the new and refreshing song while some with exceptionally keen ears commented that it sounded like half a melody, missing a piece. To which the bard simply replied that his partner had played along with him from elsewhere, and if they had strained their ears a bit, they could've heard her part of the song riding along the winds.*

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crackimagines · 5 years

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Child!Byleth as a Professor

Alright, at some point I saw a post about how funny it would be if tiny child Byleth became the professor instead wait a second how old are we of the adult one.

I wanted to find the og post and link it because I love the idea and wanted to write for it, but I couldn’t find it.

If OP is reading this, know that your idea is BRILLIANT!

Now that context is over, LET THE LESSON BEGIN

EDIT: Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!

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Child!Byleth as a Professor (Part 1)

Meeting the Tiny Professor

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“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me...” Jeralt said as he face palmed.

Rhea had told Jeralt that his son would be a Professor at this academy after his heroic feats saving some students.

What boggled his mind, and everyone else’s in that room, was that his son looked like he was about 10 years old.

True, he was a gifted mercenary and a smart kid. He didn’t earn the title ‘The Ashen Demon’ by lazing around all day, but he was not expressive in the slightest.

He was sure that he’d freak everyone out with how he acted, but there wasn’t any use telling Rhea no.

He exited the audience chamber with Byleth, and he looked down at him.

“You heard what she said, right?”

“Yeah...Why me though?” Byleth asked, a blank expression on his face.

“Kid, if I knew, I would’ve told you...How about you get around the academy and get to know the brats? I have to check something in my room. I’ll be with you soon.”

Byleth nodded and went down the stairs.

A knight guarding the room looked at Jeralt.

“Uh sir, shouldn’t he have an escort of some kind?”

Jeralt scoffed, turning back to him.

“If anything, you guys would be escorted by HIM.”

As Byleth walked through the school, he noticed several people giving him funny looks as well as calling him ‘cute’.

He walked to the reception hall and saw Edelgard.

“Ah, hello Byleth.” Edelgard said respectfully.

Byleth nodded silently and she continued.

“Thank you once again for saving me and the others. We are in your debt.”

“Don’t worry about it...By the way, you’re the leader of a house, right?”

“That is correct. What of it?”

“Apparently I’m supposed to be teaching a group of students.”

Edelgard smiled. “I didn’t think you could squeeze out a joke like that.”

His face didn’t even move, only then she realized that he wasn’t joking.

“O-Oh, pardon? You’re replacing our previous professor?”

“Apparently. Miss Rhea wanted it.”

Several students noticed what he said and talked amongst themselves, while guards looked at each other in confusion.

If Byleth could feel a lot of regret, it would be now. The news began to spread like wildfire.

Blue Lions

Once Byleth talked to Dimitri and learned about his household, he was about to find Claude next until he was approached by Annette and Mercedes.

“Hey there! You’re Byleth right?” Annette asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh my goodness! He looks precious!” Mercedes said, cupping her hands together.

Dimitri face palmed in embarrassment. Sure he was a child, but the last thing that this kid needed was to be coddled.

Byleth remained stone-faced as they threw compliments and started to baby talk him.

“Just let us know if you need any help, sweetie! We can be your big sisters!” Annette cheerfully said.

“I must be seeing the other students now, I am on a tight schedule. Please excuse me.” Byleth replied, walking between them but making sure not to hit or shove them.

He walked off towards the Golden Deer house while all three of them looked at Byleth curiously.

Felix, Sylvain, and Ingrid were speaking to each other until they saw Byleth walk by.

(Sylvain) “Hey there, you lost?”

Byleth turned towards Sylvain, his cold gaze instantly scaring him.

“I’m okay, thank you.”

Ingrid smiled politely and knelt down.

“Sorry, my friend didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Ingrid! And that’s Sylvain and Felix.”

“My name is Byleth. A pleasure.”

“So, you’re that kid everyone’s been talking about.” Felix said, a hint of hostility aiming at him.

“How did someone like you managed to get picked to be a professor?”

Ingrid slapped his shoulder angrily.

“Hey, don’t be mean! He’s just a child!”

Felix ignored her and continued.

“Listen here, I won’t let a kid get the better of me-”

Byleth turned to him, keeping his stone-faced expression.

“You won’t win.”

Ingrid was taken aback while Sylvain snorted, immediately looking at Felix who’s face spelled nothing but surprise and something that said ‘YOU WANNA GO?’.

“Is there any other students in the Blue Lions I should know about?” Byleth asked, turning back to Ingrid.

“U-Um...There’s Dedue and Ashe. They’re inside right now.”

“Thank you. Excuse me.”

He didn’t turn back to face Felix, who was ready to strangle the child until Ingrid karate chopped his head.

“Ack! What the-”

“ARE YOU SERIOUSLY PICKING A FIGHT WITH A CHILD, FELIX?!”

Byleth introduced himself to Ashe and Dedue. It was mostly Ashe talking the entire time since both of them were extremely quiet.

(Ashe) “U-Um...well, I look forward to speaking to you more often!”

Ashe said smiling. Byleth nodded at him then turned back to Dedue.

They both stared at each other, seemingly examining in close detail about the person they were staring down.

After a while, they both nodded at the same time, gaining a silent respect for each other and Byleth left.

(Dedue) “...I like him.”

Golden Deer

Leonie was the first to notice that a child was at the doors, but then she realized who exactly the child was.

“Hey, you’re Captain Jeralt’s kid, right?”

He looked up at her, not seemingly caring about the fact he was.

“I’m told that, yes.”

“You’re told-What? You should have pride in that! I was personally taught by the Blade Breaker at your age, and I am forever grateful for that!”

“Okay.”

Leonie’s anger went from 0 to the eternal hells.

“Oh, you’re a little punk, you know that!?” Leonie shouted, seemingly getting more and more angry that THIS is Jeralt’s child.

Hilda came in and separated the two.

“Alright, settle down there, Leonie! No need to pick a fight with our possible professor!”

“WHAT?! This kid is our professor?!”

“I possibly can. I’m here to speak to the students of the Golden Deer. Claude said I’d be able to find everyone in here.” Byleth said, looking disinterestedly around the classroom.

“You’ve come to the right place! Sorry about her, my name’s Hilda kiddo!”

“Please refrain from calling me that-”

“I’ll be more than happy to help you out in case you need help with shelves and such-”

“Is there anyone else I can talk to?”

Now, Hilda was just as angry as Leonie.

“What the, hey I’m being nice here!”

“I appreciate it, but I can do without the coddling. I am aware of my appearance, but I am far from just a child. Excuse me.”

He walked off, and they immediately started grumbling angrily about the brat that they had just seen.

Lysithea was watching from a distance, and immediately gained respect for the tiny professor.

“Finally, someone who understands my pain...!” She said to herself.

Afrer a seemingly pleasant conversation with Raphael and Ignatz, he left to find the other students. The three had discussed their history of the class and how strong they were, noticing that Byleth was especially strong himself.

Raphael offered to train with Byleth and Ignatz offered to study, to which he both respectfully declined due to his tight schedule. Byleth took a mental note of liking the two, however.

He went up to Lorenz, politely clearing his throat to get his attention.

“Ah, hello there! You must be the new professor! You may just be a child, but please note, you will not get any special treatment from me! For I am a noble, and to disregard such formalities for someone like you would-”

Byleth immediately lost interest, and turned away to find another student.

“What the- GET BACK HERE! I WASN’T FINISHED YOUNG MAN!”

“When you have something to say instead of idly flaunting, then please feel free to find me.” Byleth said without turning back, walking towards Marianne.

“O-Oh...hi there.” Marianne said shyly.

“Hello. My name is Byleth.”

“You’re...the professor? You’re so young!”

“I get that a lot.”

Marianne immediately backpedaled, her eyes going wide.

“I-I’m so sorry! I d-didn’t mean to offend you! You’re b-better off talking to someone else!”

“...Uwah...!”

Everyone in the room turned to look at Byleth as soon as he made that adorable noise.

Even though his face was still not moving, his voice sounded slightly panicked.

“P-Please do not worry about it. You’re one of the nicer people I’ve talked to today.”

Marianne’s heart skipped a beat as soon as she heard that.

“T-Thank you...” Marianne replied, slightly embarrassed she was being comforted by a child.

“Please take care.” Byleth said, bowing, then leaving the room.

“W-What a nice child...”

As he walked out, he saw Claude leaning against a pillar.

“So, got to know a bit of these misfits?”

“It’s a madhouse.”

Claude snorted, seeing everyone’s reaction, ranging from laughing, to pure rage at him.

“Well, it’s our little slice of heaven from the Alliance! Thanks for taking the time, professor!”

Byleth silently nodded and went to the Black Eagles class.

(Hilda) “That-”

(Lorenz) “Little-”

(Leonie) “DEVIL!”

Black Eagles

Dorothea and Petra saw Byleth walk in and waved hello at him. He began to walk over to her as she introduced herself.

“Greetings. My name be...IS, Petra.”

“Hey, my name’s Dorothea. You must be Byleth, right?”

“I am. Nice to meet you two. Can you tell me about this class?”

Dorothea explained the very basics of the empire, considering she was a commoner and not of high status.

Petra explained that she was a transfer student, and studying their language.

"I see. I will speak to your classmates for more info, but thank you very much, Petra and Dorothea. Please excuse me, but it was a pleasure speaking to you.”

He walked off towards Caspar and Linhardt.

“What a precious little kid! To think he might be our professor!”

“I know right? He was much polite for someone his age.

Caspar and Linhardt turned to Byleth as he walked near them.

“Huh? You lost kid?”

“That’s not just a kid, Caspar, that’s the new professor.”

“Huh? Is that sarcasm I hear, Linhardt?!”

“It’s not...Frankly, I’m as surprised as you are.” Linhardt said.

“That being said, you must be exceptionally intelligent to be teaching at this age.”

“Hmph.” Byleth replied. “Care to tell me about yourselves?”

“Well, I’m Caspar, and that’s Linhardt. I’m here to train as a warrior!”

“I’m here to research whatever interests me...”

“Care to elaborate?” Byleth asked.

“Ah, I’m sorry but...I am quite tired and cannot spare the time to-”

“Horribly lazy, got it.” Byleth said turning to Caspar.

Though that was very true, that still hurt.

Caspar laughed and crossed his arms.

“I like you, Byleth! Hope we see more of you!”

Byleth nodded and went towards Ferdinand.

“Hello, you’re the new professor? I am Ferdinand Von Aegir, son of the most famous household in the Empire, and rival of Lady Edelgard herself!”

Byleth looked at Ferdinand interestingly for a moment, until he properly examined him.

“All due respect, you wouldn’t even be able to contend with me, mister Ferdinand.”

“What the?! I wouldn’t be able to contend with a mere child?!”

Byleth sighed, realizing he just found another Lorenz-type.

“You may be the son of Sir Jeralt, but that is quite arrogant of you!”

“Please elaborate the differences of mine vs yours with Edelgard. I’d hesitate to even call you a bench-warmer.”

Everyone was taken completely aback, overhearing their conversation.

Byleth bowed and turned away.

“My apologies for such a rude statement. Please excuse me, I am on a schedule.”

He walked away, Ferdinand at a loss for words.

“...What...What’s with this sassy child?! This is to be a professor?!”

He went towards Hubert who had been watching him closely the entire time.

“You...you’re dangerous.” Hubert said calmly.

Byleth stared back at him, not being intimidated by his presence.

“Yourself as well. You know who I am, so what is your name?”

“Hubert. I am the aide to Lady Edelgard. I trust you have met her already.”

“Indeed. She spoke highly of you.”

They stared each other down, the aura that both of them were radiating was enough to make a warrior drop his weapon out of fear.

“I hope to see you in action soon, Professor.”

“You too, Hubert.”

They both nodded and Byleth left to go talk with Bernadetta.

Though it was a mutual respect, everyone was sure they were planning how to murder each other already.

Bernadetta was facing a corner, hoping not to get noticed.

“Please don’t see me! Please don’t see me!”

“Excuse me-”

“EEEEK! I’M...O-Oh, it’s...a child.”

“If I may ask, who were you hiding from?”

“Oh, well I heard that the new professor was SUPER scary! And I didn’t want to him to talk to me because well...I’m not great with people, little guy. Hopefully he’ll overlook me.”

Everyone stared at Bernadetta, she didn’t realize that she was basically insulting the professor right now.

Byleth however found this entire situation...amusing. His face went something like this.

I like this one...

“May I ask your name?”

“Huh? Oh uh, it’s Bernadetta. What’s yours?”

“Byleth.”

He turned around still wearing a small smile as Bernadetta’s smile slowly disappeared and turned into an open mouth of horror.

As he left to go find Jeralt, he heard Bernadetta let out a wail, realizing what she had just done.

Audience Chamber...

Rhea, Seteth and Jeralt were waiting as he walked back in.

“Hey kid, how’d it go?”

“Was alright.” Byleth replied standing by his dad.

“Hello, Byleth. Have you made your decision?”

“...Miss Rhea? May I speak freely for a moment?”

“Of course, dear-”

“They’re all idiots.”

Rhea’s eyes widened while Seteth gasped audibly. Byleth stood still not really knowing what he said was very rude.

Jeralt however, began laughing his ass off.

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highfivecalum · 6 years

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Anon Requested: I saw that you take requests and I was wondering if you could do like a best friend Calum where you have a baby from an exbf or something and you call him in a panic bc you’re freaking out and don’t think you can raise a baby alone and he comes over and helps u and you somehow find how that he’s in love with you??? Very specific I know

Here you go anon! I hope it’s as good as you wanted it to be :--)

You were exhausted. Drained of all and any energy you had. You hadn't had a good nights sleep since before you had gotten pregnant, and now, with your six month old daughter crying and screaming, you knew that you were definitely not going to get a good nights sleep.

You forced yourself out of bed and into the small guest bedroom that you had transformed into a nursery and sighed at the sight of your screaming daughter. You picked her up out of her crib and rocked her gently, shooing and shushing her, trying to get her to stop crying so much. You fed her, changed her diaper, sang to her, and tried to rock her to sleep, but nothing was working.

You felt tears prick your eyes and you didn't stop them like you usually did. All of the times before this, in the exact position you were in; sitting on the pink rocking chair trying to halt your daughters screaming and crying, you had forced yourself not to cry, but that night? You had to cry. There was no holding it in anymore.

You choked out a sob and let the tears fall freely down your cheeks. How could you think you could do this by yourself? Being a twenty-one year old single mother is not what you had in your life plan. You wanted children, of course you did, but when you were married and settled down and older. But alas, you were young, single, and a complete fucking mess.

Getting up from the rocking chair, you placed your still crying daughter back into her crib, and pulled your phone out of your sweatpants pocket. You were hesitant at first to call him, but he was your best friend, and he told you a million times over that if you needed anything don't hesitate or be afraid to call. So you did. You called him and woke him up at three-thirty in the morning.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy and that just made you start crying even harder. You weren't sure why. Maybe because he was sleepy soundly and you were envious of that or because you had just woken your best friend up because you were a hot mess and couldn't handle raising a child. Calum heard your cries through the voice and was instantly more awake. "Y/N? What's wrong?"

"I can't do this, Cal." You cried even harder. "She won't stop crying and won't sleep and I don't know what to do. I'm so tired and just want to sleep, but I can't, because she won't stop crying and- and I’m freaking out and-"

"Hey, hey," Calum stopped you. "Calm down, okay? Do you want me to come over?"

"Yes. Please." You sounded desperate, you knew it and, Calum knew it, too, but he wasn't judging you. He knew how hard this was for you and he promised he would help you as much as he could.

Thirty minutes passed and Calum was letting himself in your apartment, since he had a spare key, and making a beeline for the nursery where he frowned at the sight of you. You were still on the rocking chair, knees to chest, forehead resting on them, as you continued to cry. Your daughter's screaming and crying never stopped and it was starting to give you a headache and you felt defeated and useless because you just couldn't get her to stop no matter what you tried.

"Y/N." Your head shot up at the sound of your best friends voice and you frowned. He looked just as tired as you felt.

"She hates me, Cal." Your voice cracked and Calum's frown deepened. He hated hearing you talk like that. You were her mother, of course she didn't hate you, she was just a baby and all babies do are cry, eat, shit, and sleep.

Calum crouched down to your level and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. "She doesn't hate you, love. You're her mother, Y/N. And she's a baby; she's going to cry nonstop and that's not your fault, okay?" Calum assured you. He was an uncle himself, his sister had a two year old son, so he was good with children and he was experienced in dealing with distraught mothers.

"I'm not cut out for this, Calum. What was I thinking? I can't do this alone."

"You were thinking that your piece of shit ex-boyfriend wasn't going to up and leave you when you having a child with him became reality. And you're not alone. You have me and the guys. You may not have your parents, but you still have us, and we're just as much as family as they are."

Your parents hadn't been thrilled about you being pregnant. They were very religious, always following the sex before marriage idea and they thought that abortion was an abomination, so when they found out you were pregnant and thinking about getting an abortion, they basically shunned you. They hadn't spoken to you since. It was your ex-boyfriend that convinced you to keep the baby. He always talked about how he wanted to start a family with you and when he found out that you were pregnant he was thrilled.

But when you started gaining weight, he got scared, and when your water broke and you went into labor, he backed out and left you, like a pussy. It wasn't him in the delivery room with you. It was Calum. Your ex hadn't even met your daughter and you were hoping it was going to stay that way. You wanted your daughter to have a father, of course you did, but you didn't want her father to be a flake like your ex was.

"Go try and get some sleep, okay?" Calum took your hands in his and he pulled you up from the rocking chair. He wrapped his arms around your waist and yours went around his neck. You were calmer, less tense, with Calum's arms around you and you were eternally grateful for his presence in your life. "I'll take care of her. You just rest up."

Once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light. You woke up a few times here and there, just to drink some water or go to the restroom, and you rarely heard crying, which you were thankful for. Once you were all slept out, you got up from your bed and started going towards the nursery, but stopped once you heard Calum talking.

He was standing in the middle of the room, your daughter in his arms, as he swayed his body back and forth. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the bundle of joy that was yours. He was in love the moment he held her for the first time, even though she wasn't his. "You look just like your mom, you know that?" Calum spoke to your daughter in a gentle voice. "So beautiful just like her. Not like your asshole piece of shit excuse for a dad." You rolled your lips into your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. "Don't tell your mom I said swear words to you."

You leaned your head against the wall and closed your eyes as you listened to your best friend talk to your six month old daughter that didn't even understand what he was saying. She wasn't crying anymore, but Calum continued to sway and talk to her.

"Ya know, I'm always going to be there for you and your mommy. She's my best friend in the world and always will be." Calum sighed heavily. "But it kind of sucks being in love with your best friend, knowing that she's only always going to be my best friend. But it's better to have her in my life as my best friend than not at all, you know?" Calum laughed at himself. "Of course you don't know; you're only six months old."

Calum continued to mindlessly talk to your daughter about any and everything and after a few minutes of eavesdropping on the one sided conversation, you decided to go into the nursery and make yourself known. "She must like your voice."

Calum spun around to see you leaning against the door frame with a tired, but genuine, smile on your face at the sight of the two. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just for a second." You shrugged, not wanting him to know that you heard him admit that he was in love with you. You approached Calum after he set your now sleeping daughter back into her crib, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. "Thank you for helping me, Cal."

His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he rested his chin on the top of your head. "Anything for you."

"You know you're my favorite person in the world, right?"

"I hope so." Calum laughed.

"Can I ask you something without you freaking out?" He hummed in response. "If I never meet a guy that's good enough or right for me, can I tell her that you're her father?" Calum pulled away from you, wanting to see the look on your face, thinking you were joking. But you were anything but joking. "I know it's a lot to ask, but you're my best friend, and even if we don't stay best friends, I want her to know that her dad is the best person ever."

Calum thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. "But I'm not his dad."

"I know," you shrugged. "But if she ever asks I want to tell her that you are. That her dad didn't run out on us like he did." Calum stayed silent and you frowned. "If you don't want me to, I get it, I just thought-"

"No, no, it's not that. I'm just surprised is all." Calum reassured you with his beautiful signature smile and your heart fluttered. You had always denied your feelings for Calum, since he was your best friend, but there was no denying now that you were undoubtedly in love with him. "Course you can tell her that. I would be honored."

You smiled and rested your head on his chest again. Growing a pair of much needed balls, you exhaled the sigh you were holding in, before confessing your love to him. "And Calum?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm in love with you, too."

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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It's okay to not feel okay! It's okay to feel disappointed, frustrated, and other uncomfortable emotions. It's part of what makes us, us. And it's really hard some days to be kind to ourselves when we make a mistake, because we feel we 'should have known better' and we want to do our best. It's okay to feel that way, but it can hurt a lot too. If you can (I know it's hard!), please try and treat yourself with the same kind and gentle understanding that you show all of us. Sending hugs!

*LOUD SHARP INHALE*

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*TACKLE-HUGS YOU AND STAYS HUGGED TO YOUR HEAD*

IRIDAE SWEETIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

*PETS AND HUGGLES YOU*

IT MY BBY FLOUR PRECIOUS HOOMAN LITTLE IRIDAE PRETTY DARLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW ARE YOOOOOUUUUUUU?!?! ( ˙꒳˙ )

Sorry again it took me so long to reply. I won’t put up any excuses, though I know you’ll understand, and for that I’m very, very grateful, Iridae. Thank you for your patience and for being so kind to me aksjdflj aaaah ;A;

Thank you so much for the reminder that it’s okay to feel upset. It’s one of those things that I preach everywhere, and apply to myself except when I really, really, really upset and just tend to…forget? So thank you lots, Flour. It was a kind and very warm reminder about how I just had to let the emotions flow and that it was okay to be that way for as long as I needed to feel upset. Thank you for acknowledging that, and for relieving me off the stress of “I know I shouldn’t feel this way so why am I feeling this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay”.

It’s part of what makes us, us. YOU DAMN RIGHT. You damn right, Flour…and it was something else that I had somewhat forgotten back the days I was feeling upset. It takes sometimes a dear buddy or a big reminder that it’s okay to feel the way we do, and I’m touched, and very happy that you were there for me when it was my turn to require of someone to tell me this. Remind me that it’s fine to be upset. We’re often bombarded with “Don’t feel hatred!! Don’t feel jealousy!! Don’t feel sadness, be bright and optimistic and happy to be healthy!!!!!” that at the slightest negative feeling we experiment, we immediately feel regret, guilt, and this frustration, and this huge necessity to get rid of these feelings when it’s not that way…

Feelings are, as you say, what makes us what we are. Both the negative and the positive ones. And as I think, feelings come and go as they please; we don’t think “I’ll feel happy” to feel it; it gets here on its own, and the only thing we can do is experiment it and offer it ways to be free. Trying to cage away a feeling is like caging a beast that was just passing by; maybe it was scary or would have destroyed some things, but we have to let it walk past. Caging it not only keeps it there for longer than it would have stayed had we let it be, caging it also makes it angrier and stronger. And, unlike real beasts that we could kill (alkdjsflakdgja noooo!!! ;A;), feelings can’t be killed with anything, so sooner or later they’ll come out. So caging them and making them angrier really works for nothing.

That’s what I think, at least. And you gave me the reminder I needed for that; that it’s not about caging and erasing feelings, it’s about letting them be, and that that’s okay. I’m alive and I feel, and part of all that is being upset and experimenting negative things. Negative isn’t equal to unhealthy. It’s just unpleasant…and it’s not eternal. So it’s okay to feel it.

So everything you said is damn true. I’m in one of those cases when you say something in such concise (?) and true way, I feel like I want to aggressively agree, but it’s so well worded I can just say “Yeah, damn right!” and can’t add anything without sounding stupid or repetitive, hahahaha. But really, all that you said, it’s all true and it’s really touching that you gifted such pretty words to me. Thank you, Iridae. It IS sort of frustrating having to deal with these emotions, but it’s about working them.

Thank you for acknowleding all this. It sort of calmed me down and made it easier to work them. Thank you so much…wholeheartedly, buddy. I can’t say it enough :’)

The last bit about trying to treat myself with the same gentleness and understanding that I treat others was, and still is….sort of overwhelming, but in a soft way. It’s like…it felt like a revelation, you know? Hahaha, I don’t know how to describe it….but it felt like that. Like one of those things that make you go “*gentle gasp* ohmygod that’s so true…” and makes you go mute and sit there like a Stupid Thing needing hours to process the information, and through the days you have spontaneous moments where you sit there not blinking and staring into the void and with the head blank because your brain is still processing it alksjdlkadgjalkhjalhj

To treat myself the way I treat others. It sounds so simple and like something I already knew, but I needed a SLAP ON THE FACE WITH A SHOVEL to really understand it. I don’t…mean to sound pretentions or narcissistic, but I do am aware of the way I treat others, because it’s on purpose. The understanding and the kindness and the long answers and the carefully chosen things to say. Mostly the understanding. I’ve worked really, really hard for years since I was a teen to be as understanding as I can be…to be sincere, my reason to that or my “goal” to that is that I want to make others feel in a way that lets them know that, if they ever have anything they’re too shy to talk about, I’m there and won’t judge, I want to feel like…a safe place, you know. Like, not even intimate or personal, just a safe place. As in, someone could be there for one hour and never again say anything to me, that’ll be fine.

I just feel like everyone needs a safe place, and I want others to know that I could be one if they so need. So I try to be as understanding as I can be, acknowledge/validate whatever they feel no matter how “petty” or “unimportant”.My brother says I’m justifying everyone, and that’s more or less what I do, hahaha…it’s not always good, but I’d rather not take the risk of being “malicious” for once and make someone feel bad.

Idk KLDJFGLKAHALKJGADLKGAJ aaaaahhhhhhhh sorry for the random unexpected rant, Iridae, and thank you so much for reading me ;A;

But yah. That felt like a revelation. I guess I took it for granted and assumed that I naturally and on automatic treat myself the way I treat others, but it’s not always like that. I’ll try to be more conscious about it, which I think is the problem of why we tend to not treat ourselves as we treat others; as I said, I’m usually like taht because it’s on purpose, I’m aware of the way I’m acting. But when it’s myself? Not so much. I just let it all naturally flow, and I don’t put the same consciousness and focus in how I treat myself as I focus in others. And it’s not my fault, either, because when we’re feeling something, it’s harder to have the mind clear enough to think about it, unlike when it’s happening to others that, because it’s not you, you have the head clear enough to think.

I think that’s the problem, and you’ve made me have another epiphany that I think I’ll need to sit through with a blank face gazing into nowhere again to process it....u. Damn. r i g h t....

Wow....Iridae, thank you. Thank you immensely, wholeheartedly, and every other sort of ly. Thank you so much, my dear friend. It was such...an eye opener aksdjdklgjafkgj omg I’m having this life revelation HOLY SHIT U DAMN RIGHT.

Flour, today you’ve made me wiser than I was yesterday (it’s a way to say it because I read this as soon as it arrived but you get my point), and that, my dear friend, knowledge of whatever form, is perhaps the biggest gift anyone can give or receive. Thank you so much, buddy. I’ve learned thanks to you, and I don’t know how to thakn you enough. Thank you for sharing these wonderful and kind words with me, and thank you for teaching me/helping me teach myself.

You truly are a magnificent and wonderful creature, Iridae. I’m so happy you decided to write that first ask back in the days. Thank you...

AnYWAYS IRIDAE, THAT’S THAT!!! :D

Thank you so much and immensely again. I won’t tire of saying it. And thanks for writing to me again, buddy!! It’s always a pleasure to answer to you :3

I hope you’re having a MOST PHENOMENAL day or night, buddy! HUGS BACK YOUR WAY!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

#Anonymous #flour/iridae #coonreplies

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m0onbean · 7 years

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Flustered

category: floof, angst

pairing: sanha X reader

warnings: an angsty but cute sanha

note: omg i'm so so so sorry for delaying this request i hate myself so much i hope you didn't wait too long <3

"Which one should I get?"

You held up two different dresses and held it to your body. Sanha rolled his eyes, "Both of them look great. Choose the cheaper one."

Pouting, you put both of them back on the rack regretfully. "I want the one that looks BETTER though. I brought you here to help me."

Sanha groaned and rubbed his eyes sleepily, "Why me? You have other friends too."

You widened your eyes and placed your hand on your chest dramatically, "Are you saying that you don't want to spend time with me?"

"No I'm just- Ok fine the one on your right is better."

Giving him a cheesy smile, you placed the dress in his arms and continued to browse the store. As the pile of clothing grew taller and taller in Sanha's arms, you chattered to him about different things going on in your life. He listened carefully and passionately commented, and occasionally grunted when you can feel your anger. You were grateful for that.

Sanha was your best best friend. Throughout your problematic life, you never once found your friendship with Sanha to have any issues at all. Both of you were pretty chill people that hung out a lot, thus leading to an unproblematic friendship.

Finally, you were done shopping and you and Sanha walked out the store, both lugging bags of clothing in hand. "Thanks for helping me Sanha. You're my best friend." You gave him a cheeky wink.

He gave you a sarcastic smile in return, "Of course, anything for Princess (Y/N)."

"Uh, excuse me?" a gentle voice spoke up.

The both of you turned around and was met with a short lady who looked lost. Her eyes were confused and she was nervously tugging at her shirt. "Do you know where I can find the clothing store here?"

You pointed towards where you both came from and the lady happily thanked you two.

"Thank you so much." she grinned thankfully. "By the way, you two are a really cute couple."

Before you could correct her, she had already left and was heading towards the store on her own. You awkwardly scratched your head and turned around to Sanha, "Why do people always think we're a couple?"

Sanha had an unreadable look on his face as he looked away from you. "I wonder why..." he mumbled under his breath

On the drive home, you told Sanha about some conspiracy theories you thought were interesting online. As you rambled about them continuously, you realized that he wasn't really paying too much attention.

"Sanha?" you nudged his shoulder carefully. His eyes stayed glued on the road as he gripped his fingers on the wheel tightly. "Yeah?"

"Were you paying attention?"

"Half paying attention. I need to make sure we don't die on the road." he grunted.

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, "Why do you sound so mad? If something is bothering you, why don't you speak up?"

He sighed heavily and pulled in your driveway, "We're here."

Scrunching your eyebrows, you took the shopping bags and got off the car. Sanha followed behind you to your door with bags lugged in his hands. When the both of you reached the doorway, an uneasy atmosphere filled the air and you were tempted to say something about it.

"Are... you okay?" You placed the bags onto the floor so you could give Sanha your whole attention.

"Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" he asked in a bored tone.

"Sanha..." you punched his shoulder playfully in attempt to bring his silly side out. "This isn't like you... Are you mad about having to tag along with my shopping adventures?"

He ran his hand through his hair in frustaration. It seemed like he was holding in something that he wanted to say, so you grabbed his face and directed it so it could face yours.

Flustered, a bright pink tint rose on his cheeks. His brown eyes widened to its full extent as he kept silent, suddenly alarmed at your abrupt actions. It was cute, you had to admit.

"Sanha, you are my best friend. We can tell eachother anything, right?" you cautiously asked.

He flinched and took your hands off of his face in a rush. After taking deep breaths to himself, he finally turned towards you and spoke up. "You're always calling me your best friend. It's so fucking annoying," he spat.

Startled, you blinked blankly at him. His expression was solemn and exhausted, as if he just told you something that was difficult to overcome. In concern, you tried to reach for his face so you could comfort him. To no avail, he refused your contact and looked away.

"Sanha, are you not my friend?" you innocently asked as your face fell.

"Do you only see me as your friend?"

The question hung in the air as you stared at him in disbelief. Was he questioning how you saw him? To you, he was just your best friend. Not once have you really considered him as a boyfriend candidate, or anything more than just merely a companion.

"Yes?" you answered cluelessly.

Pain washed over his face visibly as he ruffled his hair in frustration once again. He shut his eyes closed and inhaled and exhaled, as if he was hyperventilating. Alarm echoed in your brain.

"Sanha, I-"

You were interrupted when he suddenly started dashing off. His long legs carried him across the street as he kept on sprinting farther and farther away. Although you were of course surprised, you wasted no time in chasing after him. You weren't going to lose a best friend.

Your legs responded themselves, for you started to chase him desperately. "Sanha!" you called out, in hopes that he would stop for you. Unfortunately, he kept on running, leaving you in the dust.

Just when you were about to call his name out again, your foot suddenly misplaced itself and you found yourself flopping to the cement floor. Your body collapsed onto the ground and you felt a burning sting on your knee, causing you to wince in pain.

The loud and rapid steps of his were ceased as they then turned into timid footsteps that approached you slowly, "(Y/N)... are you... okay?"

"Yeah, I think I just scratched my knee," you mumbled and tried to sit up. Sanha examined your knee and gave you a concerned stare.

"Are you okay? Can you stand up?"

Chuckling, you waved him off. "It's just a scratch, don't- OW!"

As you tried to stand up, your legs decided to give up on you and you were met with the ground again. Sanha yelped and immediately scooped you up from the ground.

"Don't worry my ass..." he murmured as he carried you in bridal style.

You whimpered helplessly, "I'm fine.." Sanha responded by crooking his eyebrow at the large scratch on your knee which was now oozing red liquid.

He managed to carry you all the way back to your house and lightly placed you on the couch. You scoffed at how careful he was being as if you broke an arm. Sanha rushed out the room and came back with a bandaid and antibiotic ointment in hand.

You watched as he kneeled down in front of the couch and ordered you to show the injury. It was a normal sized scratch, but some blood was leaking out. He scolded you and started to gently add the medication.

His eyes flickered to your face constantly, checking to see if he was hurting you or not.

"It doesn't sting," you reassured him, leading him to continue quickly. As this happened, you focused on his nimble hands and how focused he appeared. When did he become so attractive?

"Sanha..." you hesitantly called out.

He hummed to show he was listening while ripping the band-aid box open.

"About earlier..." you nibbled on your lip nervously.

"Continue." he ordered while still focused on opening the band-aids.

"I-I'm sorry if I hurt you. I-uh-want to talk about it."

"What's there to talk about?" he said in a salty way. It made you flinch, but you continued anyways.

"I mean... you ran off like that... and I didn't know what I did wrong and I know there's something I did so please tell me because I don't want you to be mad at me and like I'm sort of scared that you hate me now and I'm just really sorry because you deserve better than that and I understand if after this you want to stop being friends I mean I'll be sad but I will definitely be aware that it's your choice and I shouldn't be in power of your choices and yeah I may cry but I don't know can we work things out at least?" you rambled rapidly, spewing out whatever thoughts you caged inside.

He heaved heavily and finished placing the band aid carefully on your cut. "Yeah, you're right."

You raised your eyebrows expectantly. Sanha's face looked up to face yours in what seemed like an eternity.

"Let's not be friends anymore."

An arrow shot through your chest at his words. You were most defintely expecting that answer, but it still hurt you hearing him say it himself. You swallowed the lump in your throat, "U-uh okay. If it makes you happy."

Your head hung low as you fidgeted by rubbing your fingers together at the hem of your shirt.

"Thanks for helping me," you politely bowed. As you stood up to leave the scene and run back to your room, you were halted with a grab on your wrist. Looking back down, you saw Sanha's brown beagle eyes looking up to you, filled with amusement.

"I don't want to be friends. Let's be a couple instead."

You screamed. "W-What?"

He chucked beautifully (ohmygod his voice is actually really nice how haven't you noticed) and reached for your face gently. Your face was so heated up that you could fry an egg on there and it'd boil itself.

Sanha's stare burned into your eyes as you felt him approaching your face closer... and closer...

"Boo!"

"AH!" you screamed and fell back onto the couch's cushions. Your heart was racing so ridiculously fast that you had to take deep, long breaths. After you settled down, your angry mode turned on.

Grabbing the nearest pillow, you whacked Sanha's butt with it. "Why. Did. You. Do. That." You hit him at each space between the words.

"You're so cute (Y/N)." he giggled while trying to avoid your wrath.

Again, your face turned as pink as a strawberry thus leading you to put more power and force into the whacks. "You're not even being discreet about your feelings anymore!" you scolded.

"Now that you know, expect me to act like this more often," he sang while playing tug-of-war with the pillow in your hand.

"What will get you to stop?" you whined while tugging on the weapon as hard as you could.

"A kiss on my cheek!" he doesn't hesitate to answer while pointing to his cheek and looking up at you adorably.

"Ugh!" you exclaimed and ended up just letting him take the pillow. "If that makes you stop."

Sanha's laughter suddenly dissolved into the air. His expression turned into a perplxed one. "Wait... w-what?"

Before he could register what just happened, your lips were already pressing against his soft, baby-like cheek. As you pulled away quickly, you pretended to act confident about it (when in fact you were yelling at yourself for doing that.)

"Y-yeah! S-so you better stop!" You humphed while crossing your arms over your chest.

Sanha snapped out of his daze and looked at you in shock. "WHY'D YOU DO THAT!" he scolded and smacked you with the same pillow.

"H-hey! You teased me too!" you retorted and widened your eyes at him.

"I'm so embarrased!" he whined and buried his face in his legs.

You sighed at your childish friend(?) and tried shaking his shoulders. "So now, have we agreed to stop teasing eachother or flustering eachother?"

He whined in response and looked back up at you. "Give me another kiss and I'll deicide."

You groaned.

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years

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pinky’s back home and being all uncharacteristically familial with rudra?? 😕😕😕

daaaaaaamn, rudra isn’t in the mood tho. rudy boy, you savage! 😗😗😗

... no but really, pinky is usually quite cutting with rudra, but she’s being kinda... like... how to explain? she’s acting like lovingly reproachful choti maa from the days of yore, when she used to be kinda affectionate with omRu... oh pinky, please revert to those days. i miss that pinkyyyyy. 😔😔😔

chota mooooh, badiiiiii baaat. 😐😐😐

news mili nahi hai, toh bataana kya hai? 🤔🤔🤔

my godddd, anika, honestly. this hugging his clothes thing is getting a little TOO much. go spend time with sahil, to keep your mind off things. 😑😑😑

omg please, BURN THAT UGLY BLUE SUIT WITH THE GREEN AND YELLOW STRIPES. PLEASE. 😩😩😩

i haaaaaaaate when ppl see you crying and ask RO RAHE HO???? y u gotta make shit awkward like that???? 😒😒😒

standard “aankh mein kuch chala gaya hai” excuses have been given. 🙄🙄🙄

awww, rudra distracting with pari ka feeder. (why they call it that and not a bottle, idgi.) 😊😊😊

god i love rudra so much. what a cupcake. this boy’s love for anika truly knows no bounds. 😚😚😚

and anika KNOWS it. 😘😘😘

excuse me: why no rakshabandhan special for these two????? 😞😞😞

gosh i thought that was pinky skulking in the bg, but thank god it’s bhavya. 😐😐😐

ok, reallyyyyy fucking awkward editing, that anika was in the room, and now SUDDENLY back in the mandir? like... you could have shown us the rudra/anika scene yest and the whole of the mandir scene today? what the fuck is even wrong with the editing team of this fucking show? 😟😟😟😖😖😖

ouff gauriiiiiiiiiii, yaaaaaaaaaaar. matlab vishwas koi sweater toh hai nahi ki jab chaaha cupboard mein se le liya, jhaad liya, aur pehen liya. 😣😣😣

lo the Star Plus waala Dramatic Dhaarmik Music™ has started. 🙄🙄🙄

ok, won’t talk about this scene anymore, you can read my thoughts about it here. meanwhile, fwding.

Awareness™!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😯😯😯

RUN ANIKA RUN! 😥😥😥😥

(i’m already sobbing btw 😭😭😭😭)

again, explain to me why she’s running down the stairs, when the mandir is on the lower level of the house. matlab, kuch bhi. 🤔🤔🤔

(goes back to sobbing. 😭😭😭)

and the award for the most dramatic entrance into OWN damn house for 2017 goes to.... 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

imma enter my house like this when i return from work every day from now on. let’s see how the mother and cat take it. they better be this amazed and wowed and grateful to see me. 😎😎😎

lol look at his face, the fucker, koi emotion hi nahi. as if he just went to the kirane ki dukaan to buy a pack of smokes and came back. 😐😐😐

ok girl, calm down with the verbal diarrhea. 😕😕😕

okaaaaaaaaay, she just damn near confessed everything! WHY IS THIS FUCKER SO NON REACTIVE THO? IS HE OK? KAHIN SAR-VAR PE CHOT TOH NAHI LAGI? 😟😟😟

yo bro, sayyyyyyyyyy something. 😧😧😧

LE. ISSE TOH KUCH PATA HI NAHI. SAB KO ACHCHA KHAASA CHUTIYA BANAYA. 😑😑😑

TIME TO GIVE HIM THOSE KAAN KE NEECHE THINGS THAT YOU PROMISED RAGINI, GIRL. 😒😒😒

he’s still on this BS. even after she said everything that she said rn????????? 😧😧😧

lmao vikram be like “kahaaaaan phas gaya main yaaaar.”

boy be looking fireeeeee in all black though. mmmmhmm. 😏😏😏

EXPLAIN WHY YOU COULDN’T BOTHER PICKING UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE THEN???????? 😤😤😤

shakti - eternal optimist and #teamAnika. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

omg bitch, after EVERYTHING SHE JUST SAID?!?!?!?! HOLD MY PIZZA SLICE, IMMA KICK HIS FUCKING ASS. 😤😤😤

still the hope in his eyes - hoping she’ll say NO. 😥😥😥

SAHIL PLEASE! KNOCK SOME DAMN SENSE INTO THIS ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!! 😫😫

ouff sahil, chamchagiri bandh kar. yahan pe sab bigaadne waala yeh tera SSO hi hai. 😒😒😒

he doesn’t even know they’re divorced. how even are they gonna pull this shit off without him knowing? 🤔🤔🤔

meanwhile, sobbing because:

whoooo boy. private mein confrontation. 😬😬😬

“ek mauka diya tha maine tumhe...”

my god this vengeful bastard. 😧😧😧😡😡😡

MY GOD, YOU TWO ARE SUCH FUCKING STUBBORN ASSHOLES. YOU BOTH. LORD. 😤😤😤

“rishta hum dono ka tha. decision tumhare akele ka nahi ho sakta.”

oh right, as if you asked her before signing those divorce papers. which btw, why were you still holding on to??? don’t try to paint yourself as the ONLY victim here. 🙄🙄🙄

my god this fuckerrrrrrrrrrrr is soooo fuckkkkkkingggg blinddddd. i s2g i want to slappppp the blinders off him. 😡😡😡

OH GOD GIRL. WHYYYYYYYYY????? YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID THINK WHAT YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T MARRY VIKRAM. WHY ARE WE BACK ON THIS BS??? 😫😫😫😫

i hope rudra is storming in there to beat the sense into bhaiyya. 😡😡😡

ugh i really dgaf about these two. i realllllllllly hope svetlana murders them. 🙄🙄🙄

yaaaaaas, rudra CALL. HIM. OUT. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

“aansoon khushi ke bhi hote hai.”

yeah those really looked like khushi ke aansoon. esp that part where she asked you to STOP THIS FUCKERY. yeah, now i have zero sympathy for this fool. i want anika to actually marry vikram and go cheer him on in his marathons, instead of wasting her life with this loser. 😒😒😒

btw, this asshole used to be the one who used to be like MAIN TUMHARE AAKNHON MEIN KABHI AANSOON NAHI DEKH SAKTA. today he’s perfectly okay with it. i’m so fucking done with you shivaay. 😑😑😑

god, that “haq” thing realllllly fucked him over. 😭😭😭

pft, yeh kya apna stupid defective heart follow karega. idiot. 😒😒😒

oh. sahil knows. 😐😐😐

bulbul here, to make a valiant second try. may the force be with you, bulbul. 🤘🏽🤘🏽🤘🏽

oh my heart, shivaay expresses himself naturally in english, but he’s translating all the english into hindi for her. i can’t. i just can’tttttt. i love these two together soooo muchhhhhhhh. 💖💖💖

le, yeh ittu sa bachcha bhi samajh gaya, lekin yeh do idiots... khair chodo. nothing more to be said. 😒😒😒

ok tearing up at sahil baandhofying rakhi for anika. 😭😭😭

“baandh sakte hai na?” *biggest, most earnest bulbul eyes*

“poonch kyun rahi ho?”

LEGIT CRYING LIKE A BITCH BABY HERE COZ OH MY GOD THESE TWO ARE LIFE. THESE TWO ARE EVERYTHINGGGG TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I WILL DIE TO PROTECT THESE TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“main waise bhi tumhari koi baat taal nahi sakta tha; ab toh bilkul bhi nahi taal paaonga.”

bulbul laughing through her tears at “maayke waale” like... what even is this chemistry between these two... i just want to set everything on fire from how perfect it all is. 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

how quickly these obros switch over to bhaabi/devrani sides, lol. bhai jaaye tel lene. matlab bros before hos ka koi concept hi nahi hai is ghar mein. 😆😆😆

oh god, her face and voice, so heartbroken and small, as she says “woh haq toh hai hi nahi humare paas.” i legit died. 😢😢😢

oh god shivaay, pehle apna shaadi aur biwi toh sambhaaaal. ouffff. tang aa gayi hoon main is ladke ki samaaj sevak mentality se. 😣😣😣

but he promised her, COZ SHE’S HIS CHOTI BEHEN NOW. 😭😭😭 PRINKU WHO??????????? LOL FOR THAT MATTER, OMKARA WHO?!!?? SHIVAAY SINGH OBEROI NOW HAS BROTHERLY OBLIGATIONS TO ONLYYYYYYYY ONE PERSON, AND ONE PERSON ALONE!!!!!!!!! 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽

HP number plate? not in mumbai anymore? 🤔🤔🤔

wow, a vacay in manali. WHEN YOUR HOUSE AND FAMILY IS ON FLAMES BACK THERE?????? 😧😧😧

waise yeh bhi theek hai. matlab, if you wait for things to settle down there, you’re never gonna get to go anywhere. so why NOT now??? 😌😌😌😌

self contained bungalow. mwahahahha. OH MAN. I CAN’T WAIT TILL SVETLANA COMES HERE AND FUCKS YOUR SHIT UP AND THERE’LL BE ZERO WITNESSES. HAHAHA FUCK YOU TWO. 😆😆😆😂😂😂

isn’t this the same house used for the hacker bhavya went to visit? also the same house that anika came looking for dobin during her amnesia track??? also it may have been the cabin shivaay and anika stayed in, in the jungle???? 🤔🤔🤔

ok it’s fucking august. how cold can it even be? 🙄🙄🙄

lol you two gonna fucking dieeeeeeeeeeee. 😈😈😈

SVETLANA. MY GODDESSSSS!!!! YAAAAAAAS! FUCKKKK EM UPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!! 😊😊😊😎😎😎

yaaaaaaaaas, bulbul to the rescueeeee. LIKE ALWAYS!!!!!!!! 😇😇😇

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NCT- A Strange Family || Gang Au- part 8

Group: NCT- all members

Theme: Gang AU

Type: series- fluff + angst

*Warning- this series will cover some dark themes such as abuse, drugs, and crude language so please read at your own discretion, if these themes make you uncomfortable at all, please do not read this

Plot: We return to Renjun as he’s running to you (highkey reference to running 2 U) to make things ok only to find that they already are, because of Jeno. Jeno stays the night with you after your request and we follow Yuta as he explains to Taeyong the events of today. And as both households get ready for dinner, Doyoung and Taeyong define what dinner truly means within themselves.

Previous parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Renjun rushes into the house and hearing your loud laugher echo, takes him by a pleasant surprise. He walks over to the unfurnished living room and sees you and Jaemin sitting on the floor, on top of pillows with your heads thrown back in laughter. Renjun felt a little left out seeing his best friends sharing something hilarious with Jeno and the fact that no one seemed to notice him. But Jeno, who’s body is also shaking in laughter, turns to smile at Renjun and motions for him to come over. Renjun joins him a bit hesitantly because of his feud with him, but regardless he still takes a seat next to him.

“So I see you’re much better,” Renjun states as he cocks his eyebrow in question.

“Yea, these two are crazy funny,” you reply with laughter.

“We didn’t even mean for it to turn out that way but I’m glad it did if it made you feel better,” Jeno says.

“Yup, you look much better with that smile on your face Y/N,” Jaemin puts in cheesily.

“Oh gosh,” you say shyly as you hide your face.

“Yah, we gotta see your face to see your smile,” Renjun jokes as he leans over to pry your fingers off your face. He uncovers your swollen, puffy eyes and obvious tear tracks down your red cheeks as he asks, “Are you okay?”

You smile lightly, the hurt still lingering in your eyes, but you grab his hands and squeeze reassuringly as you whisper, “Yea I’m better now.”

“That’s good,” you hear Yuta’s voice boom from behind you which startles you.

“Yuta hyung/oppa you need to stop doing that haha, as you can see, I get startled easily,” you pant, holding your chest to stabilize yourself.

“Ah you should never reveal your weaknesses Y/N,” Hansol advices as he points a finger at you to prove his point.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we met formally, I don’t remember your name,” you apologize softly.

“That’s ok, I know that was chaotic but um I’m Hansol. I stay with these two dorks,” he introduces as he kneels to grab Renjun and Jaemin towards him and messes their hair. They both grumble, “hyung..” and everyone else just lightly laughs.

“Um, I’m sure you all have to go considering how late it is but I want to thank you guys for coming even though you guys came for various reasons but it still means a lot to me so yea,” you thank a bit awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Yea that’s what we’re here for Y/N,” Jaemin says with his signature smile, causing you to smile in return.

Hansol ruffles Jaemin’s hair and smiles fondly at him, “Mhmh that’s true and what you said is also true Y/N, it is getting late. So we really gotta go, I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.”

“It’s alright, I understand. Again thanks for coming by though,” you thank once more.

Renjun and Jaemin stand up to engulf you in a tight hug and you tap their shoulders vigorously as your way of saying ‘I can’t breathe". When they let go, you let out a big sigh of relief causing another round of laughter. You escort them to the door and watch the three of them drive away.

Jeno and Yuta were still inside so you close front door and rush over to them, not wanting to waste their time.

“Y/N we gotta go home too, I’m sure Taeyong hyung is probably getting worried but if you need anything and I mean, anything, at all give us a call and we’ll be right over. I don’t think there’s anything else but if anything pops up then call us ok? And I mean it-” Jeno rambles reassuring before you cut him off exasperatedly.

“Jeno?”

“Yea?”

“Can you do something for me?”

“Sure, anything.”

“Stop rambling.”

“What?”

“Oh gosh, thank you Y/N,” Yuta says happily as he gives you a hug. “You have no idea how long we’ve been trying to get him to stop his rambling but if you stop him then we’re eternally grateful.”

“Hey! I don’t ramble,” Jeno says protectively but strokes his chin to evaluate his rambling.

“Yes you do!” you and Yuta exclaim in unison.

“Anyways, there is something else. And I understand if you don’t want to do it but can you stay over tonight?”

Jeno looks at Yuta and he nods to give his consent so Jeno turns to beam at you. “Of course, so what can game can we play first? Goldfish or would you rather or-”

“Jeno you’re doing it again!” you exclaim.

“No, I’m not rambling.. yet, I’m just excited,” Jeno clarifies with a certain smart glance, feeling proud of himself.

You roll your eyes and mutter, “Whatever, don’t make me change my mind.”

He hugs you sideways and pats your head, “You know you love me.”

You glare at Yuta and he quickly says, “Well I gotta get home, you know how my loving boyfriend is ahaha. So um yea give me a call, but nothing about Jeno, it’s too late. You’re keepin’ ‘em.”

“What? That’s not fair, I didn’t know he would be like this! Yuta hyung/oppa don’t do this,” you whine as you push Jeno off.

Yuta dashes to the front door, “Good night, sleep tight kiddos,” Yuta says happily as he gives a fly kiss and wave. And with that the door closes and you’re left with Jeno.

“So you hungry?” you ask with a shrug.

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“What took you so long? And where is Y/N and Jeno?” Taeyong worries right as soon as Yuta steps into their home.

“Babe relax, they’re staying over at Y/N’s house. Y/N needs his/her space but he/she has Jeno as company per request. So they’ll be fine, you know how trustworthy they are. If it were Haechan or our Lele then maybe I’d have to reconsider but Jeno, he’s like our good child,” Yuta explains.

“Hey! We’re both sitting right here,” Haechan yells.

“Yea, what the heck hyung! You could at least wait until we weren’t aren’t around,” Chenle points out.

“Or you could not compare us like that in the first place,” Haechan says as he glares at Chenle, dripping his controller firmly.

“If Y/N were here he/she’d definitely tell you two to stop finishing each other’s sentences,” Yuta mutters to himself.

“What!” they call out in unison.

“Nothing just go to your room for a second, I need to talk to Yuta about something,” Taeyong commands.

“Whattt! Come on hyung, we were just playin’,” Haechan groans.

“Just go for right now, I’ll come get you two later,” Kun adds in.

“But-” Chenle starts.

“You can play with my PS4,” Ten offers.

Haechan and Chenle practically bolt to Ten and Kun’s shared room and you hear their very loud, excited commotion fading as they go into the room and close the door with a firm thud.

Ten and Kun are sitting either side of Taeil who was holding a frozen ice pack to his left cheek, where he was punched and the couple are simply standing near the kitchen counter.

“So is Y/N ok?” Taeyong asks.

“Yea he/she’s ok, and like I said he/she has Jeno tonight so they’ll be alright. But I’ll just go to check up on them tomorrow morning just to make sure,” Yuta states.

“I can do that, I go for my morning jog every morning anyways so I can drop by afterwards to bring them back,” Kun suggests.

Taeil chuckles lightly to himself and mutters, “Yea, have fun tomorrow Kun.”

“Huh? Is there something I should know? Such as what happened to your face hyung?” Kun asks exasperatedly.

“Ooh that I can answer! He went over to Doyoung’s house and taught Johnny something and-” Yuta starts.

“Excuse me, I’ll just join the kiddos. Make sure they don’t mess up my PS4, can’t trust ‘em after what they did to my retro stereo player,” Ten lightly jokes as he leaves the living room.

“O..k, anyways where was I? Oh yea, so that explains why hyung looks like that but what I don’t know is why,” Yuta picks off.

“Yuta, it’s ok. I promise I just took care of something, now there’s one less thing to worry about. Everything’s taken care of, well not everything but an important part of it. Anyways, have you guys eaten yet? I’m quite hungry, I’ll go call the kids,” Taeil says nonchalantly as he gets up.

Kun pushes him down gently, “No, I’ll get ‘em, you rest hyung.”

“Okie, I’ll just go warm up the food then,” Taeyong states happily, always looking forward to sharing a meal with who he calls his family, a self-made family. He looks at Yuta adoringly, admiring his existence. Yuta looks back at him and smiles when he realizes how Taeyong looks at him so he leans in a gives a long, sweet kiss that seemed to make everything okay in the world, in the moment he felt his lips attach to his magnificent boyfriend. But his mind started to wander off to…

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“Doyoung hyung! Where are the sweet potatoes?”Jisung calls out just as the front door opens, bringing in Hansol, Renjun, and Jaemin.

“Where were you guys and why are you so late?” Mark interrogates, folding his arms in his chest.

“Just ‘cause you just turned 18, doesn’t mean you’re automatically a grown-up,” Jaehyun scoffs.

“And drinking and doing drugs does?” Mark counters snappily.

Jaehyun grabs Mark by the collar and Johnny comes in to pull Mark away.

“Don’t you even think about laying your hand on my Mark. Besides he’s right, don’t think you’re immediately better than him just ‘cause you live the reckless lifestyle that you do. You need to watch out, it’s gunna come back to you,”Johnny warns, almost showing actual concern.

“And what about what you do to Jaemin? That’s gunna bit you harder on the ass than what’s gunna come to me,” Jaehyun smirks.

“Dinner is ready, come and eat! And don’t bring any of your attitude to the table, understand? Let me have peace at least this once,” Doyoung complains as he massages his temple lightly before sitting down with people he’s determined to keep together, the ones that he wants to proudly call his family someday. But he feels that he’s still missing someone…

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Jeno is in the bathroom taking a shower while you change the sheets of your dad’s bed to prepare it for Jeno’s sleeping arrangement for the night. You carry the old, dirty sheets towards the laundry room which is on the other side of the small house. As you past the living room you hear your front door unlock and you drop your sheets in shock as you ask in horror, “Mom?”

Part 9

*sry for the late update, I really tried to have this up last week but I had to tend to ap hw and it sucks but better late than never I suppose. I’m working on pt.9 rn and I’m almost done with it so it should be up soon

*this part is kinda short but i’m pretty sure the next part should be around 2,000+ words, also should I start a word count in the beginning where I show the plot n stuff? Let me know in the comments below (oml I sound like a youtuber lol)

*also, did anyone catch the ‘too late’ reference in there for Jeno I swear it wasn’t intentional but it played out kinda well if I do say so myself hehe

*holy! there’s another old scenario title in there, ‘what took you so long’, this one is ancient and was for Vernon I think here’s a link if you’re interested in my old, cringy writing lol

*anyways take care and part 9 should be up real soon!

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The Great Beyond [SP]

Writing this for school and also a competition. Inspired by the Cyndago video "The Afterlife" Please give me any feedback. (excuse typos)

“This day will be remembered for the rest of your lives and your great-grandchildren’s lives.” Said Dr. Reese into the microphone.

And this day would be remembered. ExTec had just finished “the scientific breakthrough of the millennium” in their own words.

“For centuries, millennia even, mankind had always had one impossible frontier, something that no matter how much we developed, how much we expanded as a species, we would never be able to explore. Until today. Today, New Year’s Eve 2045 is the day that ExTec pioneers a way into the new frontier. Today we see the afterlife.”

A loud applaud came from the audience in the laboratory. Scientists, media, friends and family, people who snuck in amongst the others were all there to witness the test.

“Our top scientists here at ExTec have found a way to travel to the great beyond, while still being able to travel back.” Continued Reese.

He motioned towards a large tank of water on the other side of the stage. Next to the tank was an old man lying down on a bed. Connected to his head were about 20 receptors that ran through some wires and into the tank.

“As you can see, this tank is connected to our test subject Mr. Richmond, who we are very grateful has volunteered for this historical discovery.” Continued Reese “Mr. Richmond is very close to the end of his life, and soon he will pass to the other side as nature takes its course. However, as he leaves this world, we will be able to follow him to the next.”

Another applause came from the crowd as Reese tried to continue. It took at least a minute until the crowd settled again.

“Thank you, thank you.” Continued Reese. “As I was saying, this tank is connected to Mr. Richmond’s nervous system, as his body dies, his nervous system will continue to the next life. The electrons in the water will activate a small device in our traveler’s ear and will transport our traveler to wherever Mr. Richmond’s consciousness goes.”

An audience member stood up, “How will you be able to bring this ‘traveler’ back to our world after the experiment?” she asked.

“That is a very good question, madam.” Responded Reese. “When our traveler determines that he has seen all he needs to see, he will radio us through the device in his ear and we will simply disconnect the tank from Mr. Richmond. This will cause the device to bring him back into the tank.”

“Speaking of our traveler,” Reese continued, “Let's meet him. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. Duncan Davidson, who will be the first man to explore the other side.”

This applause was louder than either of the two that came before it. People were standing up and cheering as Mr. Davidson walked on the stage. He was wearing a full body jumpsuit and was holding his helmet under his arm. A mix of emotions on his face. He had been waiting for this day for months, and now it was finally here.

“Mr. Davidson has been chosen from a list of almost 1000 scientists working here at ExTec.” Explained Reese. “He has been training for months specifically for today and we are sure that he will succeed in this experiment.” Duncan wasn’t as sure. Yes, he had been training and learning about how the technology works for the last 10 months, but he still had no idea what the afterlife would have waiting for him. He had never really believed in any specific religious version of the afterlife, but he always assumed there was one. After all, we must go somewhere.

“Well we have talked long enough, now is the time for action,” Reese turned to Mr. Richmond “Mr. Richmond, we thank you for your willingness to spend your final seconds participating in this journey, and we wish you the best in the afterlife.” Mr. Richmond didn’t say anything; he just gave a faint smile and a nod.

Duncan slowly climbed into the tank, the water was warm and gave him an almost ticklish feeling. He lay down on his back as Dr. Reese looked into the tank and yelled: “Mr. Davidson, are you ready?”

Duncan gave a thumbs up “Let's do this!” he said back.

Reese gave a nod to the nurses. They started to pump the lethal dose of morphine into Mr. Richmond’s arm. As Richmond closed his eyes, the water in the tank began to light up. Duncan felt a sharp pain all around his body like it was being torn apart atom by atom. He closed his eyes and let out a short scream.

When he opened them, he was lying on the ground, and all the pain he felt in the tank was gone. He got up and looked around. There was nothing, just a plain of white that never seemed to end.

He turned around to see an uncountable amount of people standing in lines. The lines led to a long structure that stretched as far as Duncan could see, side to side. Duncan felt an unknown force bringing him towards one of the lines. As he took his place, he looked around at the other people in the lines next to him. They all were dead-panned, with no emotion on their faces. Like robots. They were all wearing white. Most of them were elderly, but there were many others that were young, some couldn’t have been any older than 5 years old.

Duncan looked down and realized that he too was wearing all white clothes. He wondered where the jumpsuit that he had been wearing in the tank had gone. His hand rushed to his ear, and he gave a sigh of relief as he felt the small device inside. He trained with this technology for months. He knew if he lost it, he was stuck.

To his right, Duncan saw a familiar face.

“Mr. Richmond?” he asked, it came out as a whisper. Mr. Richmond looked back at him, with the same blank expression on all the other faces in the lines, and then slowly looked back to where he had been staring.

As Duncan finally got closer to the long structure that all the lines lead into, he realized what it was. It was almost like a toll booth. People would go one by one and speak with the person inside, and then would walk through a gate to the other side. Duncan finally got to the booth and inside was a man also dressed in white, just as everyone else had been. He was typing something into what seemed like a computer.

“Name?” The man asked.

“Uh, Duncan Davidson.” Replied Duncan nervously. The man didn’t look at him the same way that Mr. Richmond had looked at him, vacant and robotic. He looked at him like he was completely void of any happiness or sadness. Like he had moved past those emotions.

“Duncan Davidson, age 36 born in Cleveland, Ohio, United States?” asked the man.

“Um, yes that’s me.” Replied Duncan. “Um, excuse me,” Duncan had a list of questions that he had been told to ask anyone he met in the afterlife, but he had totally forgotten it. All he could think to ask was “Where are we?”

The man replied, “This is the afterlife.”

“So, we’re in heaven?” asked Duncan.

“Nope” replied the man.

Duncan’s heart began to sink. “So, this is hell?”

“Wrong again.” Replied the man again. “I told you, this is the afterlife. There is no heaven and hell here. You went through Heaven, Mr. Davidson when you got married 8 years ago, and you went through Hell when you were going through your divorce 2 years later.”

Duncan was taken aback, he had never met this man before, yet he seemed to know everything about him. “So, if there’s no heaven or hell, what’s the afterlife?” Duncan asked.

The man motioned around him. “This is.”

Duncan looked around except for the long booth, there was absolutely nothing. “So, what do I do now?” he asked.

The man handed Duncan a ticket and opened the door to the other side of the toll booth. On the other side Duncan saw more people than he had ever seen before, there must’ve been trillions, slowly walking around with no specific direction. “Wait over there with the others.” Said the man.

Duncan looked back at the man, “For how long?”

The man shrugged “A few minutes, a couple of millennium, it all feels the same.” Duncan looked at the man one more time and then started walking to the mass of people.

His mind started racing. He started to panic. This was what the afterlife was? An eternity of standing around waiting for something to happen? This was what everybody’s life led to, no matter how they used it?

Then he began to think more about it. And he started to calm down. There was nothing to worry about here. No problems, no stress, nothing. He felt perfectly at peace. He felt freedom from the weight of his emotions, there was a feeling of perfect balance and calm that washed over his body.

“Davidson, are you there?” he heard in his right ear. It was Dr. Reese, “Davidson you’ve been in there for almost an hour. Are you ok?”

Davidson took the radio out of his ear spoke into the microphone.

“Yes, I’m fine.” He said, before dropping the radio on the ground and crushing it under his shoe. He was fine. Not happy, not sad, just fine. He took a deep breath and then went to take his place amongst the others.

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