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katiifaetarot · 2 months

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about me and why im a tarot reader

Todays Reading is a Mini Hype Sesh from Me!!! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

( im still feeling under the weather, im sorry for the shortness of this reading.

Tomorrow's reading will probably be short too and i am sorry. 😭 )

** I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

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There are 4 piles, and you will be picking through the Animal Spirit oracle cards that are right below this text!!! Feel free to look at the specific photos for each pile if you feel called too!

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✨️🧚🏽‍♀️please choose your pile and may your intuition and inner knowing guide you to the pile with the energy most suited for you and most suited to help you along your path at this current point in time, no matter what that looks like🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

PILE 1- HORSE

PILE 2- OWL

PILE 3- BUFFALO

PILE 4- BLACK EGG

** sometimes ( most of the time ) i will pick up on multiple energies that need attention or want to be expressed during the reading so i ASK YOU TO UNDERSTAND THIS DURING MY READINGS:

depending on how the reader(YOU) chooses to look at the situation or however the situation resonates for the reader(YOU) and because this is a general reading;

⚠️YOU HAVE to be able to use YOUR better discernment + better judgement skills to fully absorb the message and be able to do the necessary work to keep YOURSELF on track for the future YOU WANT for YOURSELF⚠️

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OKAY PILE 1:

You guys are free spirits 🥹 and have so much passion and determination to get yourself where you want to go and also, get yourself into environments that let your free spirit reign supreme!!

You need good times, good vibes, and a lot of FUN SITUATIONS happening in your life to balance out how hard life may get or how sad it might get too.

You seriously know how to make people feel welcomed to any party or honestly, ANY TYPE of function because you just want everyone to feel what you feel in these environments, which is: Fire Vibes🔥 and you just want everyone to be having a fun time too, just like you.😝

You have so much perseverance too. You are never afraid to go after what you truly want in life, even if its just looking for a good, wild, insane time!! Love this energy, thank you for letting me tap in pile 1🔥😝

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OKAY PILE 2:

Y'all are cunning asf!!! Smart asf!!! Intelligent asf!!!!

nothing gets past y'all for real. Like i mean--

N O T H I N G!!

Your intuitive nature is honestly so admirable, DAMN!! You know how to strike where it hurts, but also know when to bite your tongue.....and that's because you have a WICKED sense of intuition and duality!

But you're also smart enough to know when your backs against a wall to gracefully bow out, and thats commendable asf too!! You're mind is a super power and i give you MAD PROPS for dealing with the stupidity and dumbassery this world can sometimes bring.

You know who you are. No one can stop you once you set your sights on something.

Much like the owl, you prey upon what you desire and STRIKE! just at the correct times.

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OKAY PILE 3:

Whhewwwiieee, pile thhrreeeeee.

You guys are SO GREAT!! at just walking TF away from environments or people that literally do not respect you or your time and from mistreatment they show you!!!

You are steadfast in your goals and will NOT play games while you are trying to achieve great things for yourself.

you know who you are so viciously that YOU wont stand for people coming INCORRECTLY at you.

You're really good at deciphering who and what belongs in your life!! Y'all are bad @$$ for real😎🤭

you never back down from a challenge and will fight to the death for things you believe in and care about !! You pack a mean punch and you come with a warning too:

YOU ARE SUCH A BANGIN' HUMAN PILE 3, THAT YOU WILL BURN UP PEOPLE WHO ARENT READY FOR YOU!!!!!

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OKAY PILE 4:

Pile 4, you guys are powerful, and YOU REQUIRE change to keep growing and moving forward. You have a handle on your emotional needs and know exactly what you want and are looking for. Even if sometimes you mess up or get overwhelmed by the changes, you still keep moving because you innately know the lessons that are being taught to you.

You're so caring and bright and warm😭 Your energy is beautiful and a total ray of sunshine too!! Except when your angry, you become a fire storm of HEAT!! making sure everyone knows;

just because you're bright and sunny, doesnt mean you wont defend yourself. Intelligent and Pointed words are fair game when your angry, and honestly im here 4 it, because it seems you dont get mad often.

You're a force to be reckoned with.

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I sincerely hope you received what you needed and released what you don't !! See you again soon!! Take it easyyy and just breathe and fllooowwww!!! you got this! byyeee~🧚🏽‍♀️✨️

**please let me know how I'm doing in any way you can! that is the easiest way to support me and also a good way to signal to me that I should keep going + any helpful advice from the community would be welcomed and appreciated because i've been off tumblr for about 5years+ now and it's all different n' shizz 🥺 🥹 🙏🏼

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**ONCE AGAIN, I AM NOT A MEDICAL OR HEALTH PROFESSIONAL; PLEASE USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT AND DISCERNMENT TO DETERMINE IF YOU NEED OR WANT TO SEEK PROPER HELP OR TREATMENTS FOR YOURSELF OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR OR SOCIAL MEDIA!!

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#tarot blog #tarotcommunity #tarot reading #tarotonline #witch aesthetic #pick a card #pick a pile #tarot journal #pac #spirituality #spirit animal #ancestors #animal oracle #looking for advice

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cherrybombrs · 9 months

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do u have any wiz101 beginner tips!! i just started recently cause it's a very charming mmorpg but after the unicorn way quest it threw so much tutorial and gameplay mechanic at me and my little pea brain cannot keep up, any advice?

OK HIII for starters thank u for helping me realize i had asks turned off on da wiz blog... i've since fixed that so. that should be good now <3 ^_^

AS FOR BEGINNER TIPS... i played the very first arc YEARS ago like a year or two after wiz's first release. i played back in 2011 so everything is like a blur to me- and i do have like. TWO wizards that i made to start fresh with just to see like. how things changed and. YEAH. i see what u mean with how they just kind of throw u at the wolves once ur done with that section

unfortunately i dont have many tips in that regard just because the starting point of the game has changed SO much fundamentally from the time that i played, to now. but i could give u some small things that might make ur life a little easier???

edit: PLEASE ALSO CHECK ALL THE REBLOGS AND THE REPLIES FROM ALL THE LOVELY PEOPLE!!! THEY HAVE ADDED MORE THAN I COULD EVEN THINK TO REMEMBER THEY R THE REAL MVPS!!!!

find a friend who can trade u monstrous TC (treasure cards)!! they're additional spell cards you can add onto your deck that upon use get used up, but monstrous comes super in handy because they boost your damaging spells DMG by a big amount. it'll make the slough of early game much quicker.

WHILE UR DOING UR main scenario quests, look around at the side quest in the area!! i never did this growing up but it dawned on my now how crazy smart this is LOL a lot of side quests will be like "hey wizard go beat up these things for me pleaseeeee" and you can sync up ur quests along with ur sidequest and they'll both count. literally a win-win

the further u go on in the game, u should keep ur deck smaller- less spells means more likely to pull what u need in that moment means less prolonged battles that go on for longer than they need to. ALSO LEARN RESHUFFLE its a balance spell and you learn it in krokotopia. CORRECTION YOU LEARN IT IN COLOSSUS BLVD FROM MILDRED FARSEER (THANK YOU @/divine-deer!!!!) literally worlds most op spell in the game love it

there's some side content that the game throws at u randomly. iirc, theres grizzleheim starts at level 20 and then you keep getting called back there until u reach 45 (that's for wintertusk, highly recommend for that level!!) wysteria, lvl 25 i believe there's the underwater section in wizcity sewers in olde town aquilla (HIGHLY rec doing this for the sky iron hasta, that bad boy will carry you to lvl 100 LOL) and much much more. i know there's more but I'm literally forgetting because there's so many side worlds

when in doubt. just look up whatever you're dealing with and add reddit on the end. i don't like reddit but damnit those mfs have ALL the answers for literally anything

this is ALL i can rlly think of off the top of my head rn BUT if u ever have anymore questions my dms are always open as well as my ask box ^_^ i love wizzzzzz

#bailey-boompants #ask #wizard101 #w101 #i'm gonna reblog this to the wiz blog since its SUPPOSED to be there but. ya u get it #THANK u for asking this i hope some of those tips helped... i know it doesn't answer everything but. yea. wiz has a lot of. Things in it #it can be hard to like. comprehend #not to mention half the spells that have like. fucking hieroglyphics in them like. Ok what you mean 675 death fist 40% broken heart 3 devil #like WHAT.

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kanndlila · 1 year

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Genshin Impact imagines from Tiktok : School AU

Yes, I am chronically online. And by chance it landed on all Inazuman characters to might as well make a fic out of it.

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Person people ship you with: Gorou

“Dear [Y/N], what is Gorou to you?” The question took you aback. Of course, Yae Miko would put color into your ‘affection’ towards Gorou.

However, unlike what they all think, or at least what you think they think, Gorou is simply someone you want to take care of, like a son. You’ve ‘adopted’ some of your classmates before. You were sometime considered as the ‘mother’ of the group.

Answering her question doesn’t come easy as someone who doesn’t know you very well. You were only transferred in this class for the second time in your whole academic life so… “A friend?” An eyebrow raised followed by a pause. “I mean, he’s adorable but no, I’m not romantically attracted if that’s what you’re asking.” “Hey! Don’t talk as if I’m not here!” Gorou’s red up until his ears. You just giggled at him. He is so cute.

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School officer that helps you cheat: Heizou Very fitting lmao.

You were going through your Chemistry test. Double checking your answers and all that when your pen decided to take a deep dive off your table. Ah shit. You were going to go pick it up and Heizou did so for you, and that’s when you noticed it. A quick glace at Heizou’s paper showed you his answer for number 35. It asked for Planck’s constant. You didn’t have an answer for it yet as both Avogadro’s number and Planck’s constant shared the number 6 as the whole number, the rest you didn’t bother to memorize but the exponents. You knew that Avogadro’s 10^23 and Planck’s is in the negatives. Heizou got it the other way around.

“Thanks.” Heizou handed you your pen before going on with his test, throwing you a suspicious look while you went back to double checking your test. Once you were done, you simply put the test on its back side and laid your head upon it to look like you’re taking a nap. You blankly stared at nothing, trying to pass time when Heizou spared you a glance just as you were about to actually nap. You handsigned, said hand hidden from the test proctor but in Heizou’s plain sight. 3. 5. C. He looked at you like he had a sudden realization and went back to the said number. Yep, he corrected it. Soon he was done with his own test. Like you, he laid his head down as if to take a nap and- he drew on his thigh. 9. 7. A. You looked at him in the eyes and he winked at you. You just smiled back. 5 minutes before the test was over you made the correction. In the end, the both of you aced the test. It isn’t like the both of you needed help but an additional point won’t hurt would it?

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Has a crush on you: Thoma ; Your crush: Kazuha ; Your enemy: Itto

***I can’t find a simulator that does FB GCs, I’ll change this once I have access to one, sorry!

Kamisato Ayaka: Hello everyone! Please stay after class so we can discuss about the upcoming school festival!

Kujou Sara: Noted.

Kaedehara Kazuha: I’ll be there my lady.

Thoma: I’ll bring donuts for everyone!

Arataki Itto: YAY DONUTS

You: Sana ol my lady I cri Lisa babe, Good Hunter?

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You: Oh shit 😭

Kamisato Ayato: You’re on a ‘babe’ basis with someone? Interesting…

Kamisato Ayaka: Ahehehe you won’t be a lady, you’d be a princess! 😁

Yae Miko: Oh dear, she’d be a queen instead with the way that she acts. Smart, diplomatic but domineering.

You: Nauurrr stop psychologically assessing me 😭 and yes I call my friends babe

Thoma: Will you still come to the meeting my lady? I’ll get nutty choco donuts! 😁

You: Thank you Thoma, you’re the best ❤️

You: aaaand I take it back, don’t call me my lady it’s making me cringe 😖

Arataki Itto: So… what do we call you then?

You: Stop it Itto.

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Sana ol means hope all like, I hope [everyone] gets to be called my lady in this case.

#genshin impact #gorou x y/n #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #itto x you #thoma x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader

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alyaandmarigolds · 8 months

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Welcome, Player: [BEGINNING]

❤️‍🔥Alya And Marigolds❤️‍🔥 An interactive story that will feature drama, angst, mystery and romance. This will be a secondary side project since Farel (a current Comic written by me and my other friends) is the main one, so please expect this to be irregular and slow in therms of uploads. Also, Important! English is NOT my first language and I will not have a proof reader. Please be considerate and if you want, tell me any errors or misspellings and I will try to correct them! Thank you <3

Lily is a free spirit. Always travelling around the world, exploring bits of towns and wilderness in everywhere she goes. One day though, she reaches this town nobody ever heard of. That sounds like a dream type of exploration for her of course, to explore something that seems abandoned and forgotten. She saw it from afar and figured out pretty quickly that it would be an adventure to go there. An old village, overgrown and mossy, small and quiet. The only big fancy builiding seemed to be a small golden castle in the back of it all. But… once she enters the village, she is instantly met with a feeling of dread upon witnessing something otherworldly. Now surelly knowing that the town is NOT in fact abandoned. Before she has the time to process everything, something happens…

Everything goes black around her. Literally.

This little game will have:

.Choices that actually affect the story .Multiple possible endings, you only get one :) .Shapeshift the main character's personality .Many chances to screw up .A choice to romance a character... or not .LGBTQ+ friendly story .Become a saviour or not .Mysteries you only find with certain choices Warning: There will be a lot of of possible gore, manipulation and unhealthy relationships

Click on their names to see their appearances!

Lily Biavin: Our beloved main character. She is full of energy and loves to explore! You will all collectively shape her personality more :)

Selly: A sweet and kind teenager! The first person to find Lily and help everyone calm down and make everyone understand the basics of what is happening.

Katherine Sealy: The leader of the lost town. Serious and hard to change her views. She takes care of both the people from the land and the people from the lakes.

James Faren: The tired cheap scientist. He's smart and grumpy. Constantly annoyed by the fact that he can't do anything in the place they are due to lack of recourses and not being omnipotent. Entity: !t s33m!s t0000101 t4!k3 f0rm !n 4 str4 444!!4$/) R$g3 w4y. D3st!n3d to fff!F! FFF!4%&$" %444!!!!LLLL L4L$L$!! 4nd d!!!!!!D& &%DD!D! D33##&/33 !!343!3

[UPDATES EVERYTIME A NEW CHARACTER APPEARS]

---------------------------------------------------- FIRST CHAPTER ----> [HERE]

#alya and marigolds #interactive fiction #interactive if #if wip #if game #interactive novel #interactive story

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everglowz · 2 years

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Hiii I just saw your recent gifset and I was wondering if you could share some colouring/quality tips for gifs?? I've been having some issues lately and I'm trying to collect knowledge from people with great skills, thanks in advance!

hiii!! <3 first of all, thanks omg :(( i feel absolutely underqualified to be giving advice but i'll try to tell u some stuff that i think makes gifs look nicer (i'll do it after a read more so that i don't clog up the dash)

idk how much experience you have in making gifs so i'm gonna be all over the place probably lmao sorry!!

first all, in connection to quality, using anything other than photoshop to gif (like websites or stuff like that) is gonna make your gifs look much less hq no matter how nice the actual footage is. sadly no website can beat ps :( also, using 4k/1080p clips is going to make your job much easier. I use 4kdownloader to get videos from youtube and it works great most of the times.

in terms of processing, once i get my video i use vapoursynth but i don't sharpen/denoise there. i think the vs sharpening is a bit too harsh sometimes and the denoising can be too extreme. (i know ppl get great results w sharpening/denoising there tho!! i've never got it to work like that lol) after the clip is opened in ps, i sharpen there. my settings are very basic (amount 500% and radius 0.4px and then i do that again but with amount 10% and radius 10px) if the original clip is too lq and i'm not satisfied with how the gif looks i might use topaz clean / denoise a little bit. but i try to keep that light. in my personal opinion, i think gifs that are too smooth (so much so that their hair gets blurry and stuff) just don't look as nice. i'd rather have a slightly grainy gif over a very very smooth gif where ppl don't look like ppl.

a lil trick i do when i'm not as pleased with the quality and the gifs are from mvs is to add a little bit of grain using the smart filter. so then the grain looks like it's there on purpose and not bc the og clip is bad (other times i just add noise for aesthetics like with my keppie gifset)

another tool some ccs use is high pass. i feel like high pass needs to be used lightly because sometimes it just makes people look like dolls :(( it's like it takes away all texture and it just looks... slightly odd? i tried to use it a few times but in the end i went back to my own sharpening. i just think it's a tool that needs to be used v carefully.

ok, coloring time!! coloring can literally fix a gif sometimes hahah. like a gif that looks kinda grainy suddenly u color it and it becomes ten times better. when i color, i start by messing with the curves and i tend to do this (this pic is just me messing with a random gif hahah)

i obviously play around with that but i love doing this because it makes my blacks darker. i also play around with exposure and i tend to bring the exposure up a little, bring the offset down a little and the gamma correction up (again, me messing around randomly just so u can see how my settings might end up looking visually. the numbers change all the time because it's not that i do it exactly like this all the time)

i've been told (and i can attest to it myself) that having gifs with a lot of contrast is good for quality so i feel like doing these prev things (and also messing with the blacks in selective color) allows me to bring out that contrast and also make gifs that i enjoy (i'm a high contrast gif lover) but you also have to be mindful not to make your subjects too white by upping the exposure or messing with curves too much. whitewashing is a no no, even if whitewashed gifs always end up looking less grainy >:( for skintone i play around with color balance and selective color mostly. if the whitewashing in the original video is too much, i might go to color lookup, use the preset 3strip, set the layer as 'darken' and mess with the opacity and then if it ends up looking too red i might do the same with a 'fall color' layer and lower the opacity even more for that one (or else the gifs looks too yellow). i also play around with the reds and the yellows in hue/saturation

finally, when i export the gifs, i make sure that i pick the saving mode (i'm sure this is not the proper way to call this but anyways sdfasd) that makes the gif looks better. like sometimes i find that with green gifs some settings make the gif look atrocious so i have to use adaptable for those but anyways i usually mess around w that hahah

idk if this was useful in any sort of way??? if u have a question about something that i mentioned here or i want to ask me more u can totally dm me or come back and ask me 'hey girl wtf?' because i'm so so bad at explaining things by text!! also i wrote this under the idea that u are sort of knowledgable on how to gif but idk !!

#ask #anon #gif help #hope this made sense and was kinda useful???#my last piece of advice would be to make the gifs u love and pls don't feel like u have to gif using a certain style or way #if u don't like it #u know?? coloring is a matter of taste (as long as we avoid whitewashing(

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theinternetisaweboflies · 1 year

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Electric Boogie Chapter 3 (Chapter 1)

Content warning: Starting with this chapter, there will be references to physical and emotional child abuse.

Frankie was the first person who didn’t appear to be bothered by the House. She walked right up to the correct door, which happened to be a porthole in the middle of a belladonna patch, and knocked three times.

To be fair, the House didn't get many visitors. The Boogeyman's House was nobody's favorite place, least of all his, judging by how little time he spent there.

It was all funhouse mirrors and wallpaper that only looked like it was reflected in a funhouse mirror. The doors changed their minds regularly. So did the floors. All that M.C. Eschering made furniture less than ideal, so Tylwa had compromised by sewing as many lounge pillows as possible. She had to steal sheets from some of the children she visited, but she made sure it was only at houses almost as big as her own.

"Thank you so much for having me!"

Frankie pulled her in for a hug as soon as the porthole was open. It was a little awkward with Twyla only halfway through, but once again, it was not entirely unwelcome.

Frankie has always respected Twyla's boundaries… except for the physical ones. Grabbing her hand when they ran from the lightning storm was understandable, but after that there was a hand on her shoulder, then the small of her back, and then there was the hug.

Frankie was smart. She must have noticed hers was the only physical touch that didn't make Twyla's skin itch. When any other monster tried to touch her, she phased right out of the physical realm. When Frankie touched her, she… didn't mind.

She did freeze up, but that was just unfamiliarity. Twyla wasn't used to physical contact that didn't come from the back of a hand.

Dad had never appreciated it when she got in the way of his work.

Most of the time she could hide from him- Twyla hadn't been joking when she told Frankie that spying on people was what she did best. Sometimes, as evidenced by recent events, she freaked everything up.

It was no big deal. She could phase out of the physical realm after all. When she was fast enough.

"Please, come in. Sorry about the ladder."

"No worries!" Frankie called, cheerfully if echo-y. "You would not believe how much time I end up spending in the Catacombs."

"The Ghoul Squad, right?" Twyla asked before remembering she wasn't supposed to know about that. "Sorry. It's easy to overhear things when you're invisible. It's usually not on purpose."

Frankie laughed as she jumped the last few rungs to land in Twyla's front hall.

"No worries! It's not exactly a secret. Especially not with how much Cleo brags about it."

"And complains about it," said Twyla, and Frankie laughed again.

Frankie scoped out the House without an ounce of subtlety. "So the reason you have thirteen refrigerators is because you have…"

"Seven kitchens and six kitchenettes. Most days. I think the House is trying to remind me to eat. Speaking of which, are you hungry? If you're not ready for dinner, I have brownies. No dirt, I promise." She didn't mention they were from a mix. Batty Crocker, she was not.

Frankie laughed yet again. Maybe it was the electricity overdose.

"Are you okay?" Twyla resisted the urge to check her temperature. She didn't even know the right temperature for a simulacrum of corpses.

"I'm fine." Frankie cocked her head to one side. "Why?"

"Well, that was a lot of electricity you took in the other day. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, and I promise to tell you if I'm not. If I've learned anything from all of this, it's that I can ask you for help." Frankie gave her a calculating look. Twyla didn't know what it was calculating, but she sucked in her stomach just in case. "You know you can ask me for help too."

"Oh," said Twyla. "Of course."

"And if you're up for it, the Ghoul Squad would love to have you at our next group creepover."

"Thanks. I'll… think about it. Okay?"

"Good enough," said Frankie. "Now... about those brownies?"

This time Twyla laughed too.

#montser high #monster high: electrified #monster high fanfiction #mh fanfic #twyla mh #twyla monster high #twyla boogeyman #frankie stein

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the-rat-dad-au-fan-story · 8 months

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Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - (Part 6)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

(The squad leaves the Daycare… but Chuck hears start to move.) Chuck: Someone coming! Quick hide in the bathrooms. (The squad hides in the bathroom. Chuck and Gregory peek through the door and they see a woman in a white bunny costume skipping across the hall.) Gregory: What was that? Chuck: It looked like a lady in a rabbit costume… Helen: I didn't know that Fazbear´s had a female bunny. Jasper: Me neither. Sun: What you guys talking about? I didn't see anyone walk by. King: I also didn't see anyone. Chuck: … Maybe you guys didn't see anything because you guys are in the back. King: Problaby… (The squad leaves the bathrooms and go to the elevator. Chuck uses the Security Badge that he pick up to unlock the elevators.) Chuck: … One elevator can't take all of us. So half of us will use this elevator and the other goes to the elevator on the right. (The squad split-up. Chuck, Gregory, Helen and Jasper go down one elevator. While Pasqually, Munch, King and Sun go down the other. While riding down the elevator the intercom plays a recording.) Intercom: Hey Superstars! It's me, Freddy! Welcome to the Mega Pizzaplex! Grab a jumbo slice of pepperoni and top it off an ice-cold Fizzy-Faz! Then enjoy our super games and attractions! Don't forget to stop by Rockstar Row and meet ME in person! Have fun, and have a Faz-errific day! Chuck: … Does Freddy just add Faz to random words? Gregory: No… But a lot of things here has Faz in the name. (The elevator stops and the doors open. The group starts to exit the elevator until…) Map Bot: Hi! Please take this map. Take a map. The 4 of them: HA! (Then the other elevator stops and the other 4 get out.) Sun: OH! HI MAP BOT! Chuck: DO YOU KNOW THIS THING?!? Sun: Well yes I do! He's Map Bot! A bot that gives customers maps to the Pizzaplex. Jasper: Does he need to jump on top of people to do that?!? Sun: Well… He does that… but only sometimes… Gregory sarcastically: Well! How lucky of us! (Gregory takes the stupid map.) Map Bot: Thank you, please enjoy! Free map! (Map Bot leaves.) Gregory: I hope that I don't run into that thing ever again. Chuck: Hey can you pass me that map. Gregory: Sure. (Gregory gives Chuck the map. Chuck opens the map to see were they need to go.) King: Wow… Look how big this place is! Jasper: No kidding… Helen: Just look how big that stage is! Munch: There a bowling?! A race way?! A golf course?! How many thigs does this place has?!?! Sun: A lot! (Chuck then does something with his watch. And after that goes to Gregory.) Chuck: Hey Gregory. Can you show you watch? Gregory: Why? Chuck: This map has a QR code that the Faz Watches can scan and then we will have the map on our watches. I already put it on my watch. Gregory: That's good! We don't need to open a piece of paper every time we need to look were to go. King: A QR code???? Helen: You missed a lot of things. (Gregory scans the code with his watch.) Jasper: So what now? Chuck: Well according to the map the way to the Prize Counter is through El Chip's in the third floor. And the food court is just down stairs.

Pasqually: … I think we better split-up and go look at those exits. One of them can be lock or something. Chuck: That's a good idea. Gregory: So how should we split up? Chuck: Well… you and me need to be in different groups because we are the only ones that can communicate from afar with or watches. Sun: That's not true! Chuck: ? (Sun takes out a walkie talkie from his back.) Sun: I always carry a walkie talkie with me. Chuck: … Don't we need a second one from that to work? Sun: Fazbear brand walkie talkies can connect to any other Fazbear brand walkie talkies. Or any Fazbear brand smart watch. Gregory: So you can connect your walkie talkie to our watches and we can communicate with you? Sun: That's correct! (Sun connects his walkie talkie to Gregory and Chuck watches.) Chuck: Well that will be helpfull. So anyway, who should go through were? Sun: Well… I over heard some parents complain about how the El Chip gate was getting jammed and they couldn't go eat in there. Chuck: So Munch and King should go to El Chip's to open that gate. Sun: I should go down with the group to main loading dock because that a hard way to go. And since I know a easy way to travel there. I sould be in that group. Helen: I think I will go with Sun. Is kinda hard to climb stairs with my roller skates. Jasper: Can't you just remove they? Helen: No… they stuck to my feet. Sun: Well good think that the way I have planned doesn't have a lot of stairs. Since we will go through the main kitchen. Pasqually: I will go with Sun. ChucK: I guess I will go with Munch and King. So Gregory who will you go with? [Go with who?] [Sun] [Chuck] - [Chuck] Gregory: I will go with Chuck. Jasper: So I guess I will go with Sun.

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ANNOUNCEMENT(S) FOR JUNE

Would "crossroads" be the correct word for this situation?

To keep a long story short, I was having issues with my job. Those were, mostly, resolved (still need to argue about my pay since I'm not a new hire, I'm a tenured agent being moved to a new campaign), but the training period caused an issue with the nesting period taking place during my vacation.

(For those who have never worked in a call center, "nesting" is the period of time between training and the production floor. They steadily increase how much time is spent on the phones while getting you used to the pace of the production floor.)

My vacation has already been paid for and is from the 11th-18th. Our production schedules are to begin on the 26th (some people work on Sundays, I don't), which is 3 weeks of nesting but I'll be missing one.

If I knew this before, I forgot, but if you request time off, and it gets denied, the system won't let you resubmit the request. The reason why it was denied was because I submitted it during training, and the system isn't "smart" enough to know the time off requested was outside the training period.

I reached out to the nesting supervisor yesterday advising the situation, and they said they would work with me on it.

I already advised the ACCM, CCM, and training manager I would be taking this time off (if they turn around and try to deny it, I already have a response planned).

My concern is how close I am to leaving for vacation and it is not yet in the system I am approved to go, which can cause problems in the future.

Because of the nesting schedule, I have today off. I plan to have another conversation with the nesting supervisor first thing tomorrow morning.

If everything goes as planned, I'll have a job when I get back from vacation.

Speaking of days off, with the nesting AND production schedule, I will have Wednesday and Sunday off. Because this campaign's busiest times are Friday-Monday, NO ONE is allowed to have Saturday and Sunday off.

I mentioned my plan for handling this who knows how long ago so I won't expect anyone to remember.

I will do the normal gaming/glitch hunting stream on Sunday. Wednesday, unless I use it for appointments (the only reason why I like having a weekday off), will be for art or a "Luna Freia" YouTube video.

Wednesday will also be the day I make announcements or create other kinds of videos, up until I go to the family dinner, which is being moved from Saturday to Wednesday.

I might have mentioned before I had Thursday off, but that was my mistake.

The next Artist Shout-Out will be announced on Sunday, June 19, 2022, when I return from vacation.

Throughout that time, I'll be sharing the Word of the Day or quotes to show I'm still alive.

These are all the updates I had for this afternoon.

Thank you for reading. May every decision you make in the future be in the spirit of fairness and may the rest of your day NOT go to $#!7.

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Hot take but have you considered that Dream lied to his enemy who was blackmailing him with attachments about having no attachments. Shocking concept I know, a manipulator lying about something I know, but may be worth a thought.

1. its right in my pinned to not send asks with a negative tone. i do actually like being able to debate sometimes though so ill let this one slide, lol

2. tommy did the attachment thing one (1) time and it Failed Massively because of how much power dream holds over everyone and everything. they are not equals or on even playing fields in that situation, tommy trying to "blackmail" him was not only a horrible attempt at getting on an even playing field (with a person actually blackmailing his friends and family's safety) but it didn't even work because dream claimed to not care about spirit (and in the past hes sacrificed spirit for the discs)

now that we've cleared that up, i'll move on to your actual point, which is, in fact, a good one! sadly i have never watched a dream pov stream (lmao) and can't confirm or deny his actual feelings here, but i can try line up what he says with his actions.

i'm gonna attempt to do that now, but smart people feel free to add on or correct me.

"dream's a master manipulator". for starters, how do we, the audience know this? how do we know he's lying about things and not simply being persuasive? well, it's because we as the audience can see other people's actions and confirm that certain things are untrue. this is how we can usually tell when he's manipulating people.

let's apply this.

dream tells tommy that tubbo doesn't care about him -> we see tubbo in NLM asking for/about tommy constantly, and seeming very sad and bitter about not being able to visit him.

dream tells tubbo tommy doesn't want to see him -> we see tommy asking constantly for tubbo, to be able to visit tubbo, and keeping pictures of his friend

dream tells tommy tubbo threw his compass into lava because he hates him -> we see tubbo keeping the compass in his pocket and offhand, literally never taking it off him, and losing it accidentally in a creeper explosion

dream tells tommy mexican dream "died from overdosing" -> we watched dream kill MD in front of tommy

dream tells everyone tommy blew up the community house -> ranboo knows that he did it because his conscious tells him so (this one i'm not so sure about because idk if we can trust ranboo's mind here)

now here's the one you're talking about:

dream tells tommy he cut off all attachments -> he abandons and stops talking to his friends

dream claims he cares more about the discs then tommy does because "they're what allow him to control tommy and his friends" -> dream builds a shrine to the discs in his lair along with places to keep every emotional attachment on the server in order to be able to manipulate anyone

some additional facts i would like to bring to the table include:

1. in a really twisted way, dream likes to gloat to tommy about his plans. he tells tommy among other things that he "does it all because it's fun and he's playing with his food" "no, i just like to cause chaos" "i'm doing this so you can have an origin story. the perfect hero origin" "i can make us immortal together!" we don't have a way to confirm or deny these as true/false since we don't know what dream's thinking, but. sadly they appear to line up with his actions. based on this we can assume dream does tell tommy his real plans. and also:

2. sapnap actually visited dream in prison and dream seemed to care more about using sapnap to get to ranboo then sapnap himself. this is their most recent interaction, not even mentioning all the times he’s intentionally betrayed sapnap’s trust when it came to pets and items

so, as far as we can figure, with all of the canon evidence in front of us, it seems to be that he was telling the truth.

HOWEVER!

a lot of this is based on dream's actions and actions alone. why? because we don't know what he's thinking.

i am actually fully on board with the idea that dream lied, and that he does still miss and care about his friends! i consider often (because i like angst lol)! when dream finally gets his pov, we might learn about this. because we don't know what he's thinking. he could be missing them every second for all we know! it could all be one master plan to make them like him, or save them, or something.

BUT. that isn't canon yet.

we don't know what dream is thinking, and until we do, we have to go off his actions and nothing else. because that's all the canon info on it we have.

so in conclusion i'm sorry to say: dream is innocent until proven guilty. as far as we can tell, he wasn't lying. and he did cut off his friends.

[ i would also like to say: dream actually caring about his friends would make him a lot more sympathetic imo. but it kind of wouldn't really change how he cut them off and made them feel so shitty in the first place, especially sapnap. even if it turns out he actually loves them, he still treated them awfully by abandoning them as he did. that's just my two cents though. ]

#smart people please back me up or correct me thanks <3 #c!dream critical #dream meta #og post #my meta

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A Charming Fan

💮Requested by Anon: Hi!! May I please request a story in which Eddie is a huge fan of a female reader? Perhaps he attends a con + reader finds his enthusiasm cute? Thank you!!

💮Requested by Anon: can i get more yandere eddie please? 👉👈 especially sappy/hopeless romantic eddie, pretty please?? thank you thank you thank you! 🥰😍❤

Edward, surprisingly, was not a fan of the mystery genre. He hadn’t been for a long time, now. Maybe back when he was a bright-eyed young kid who was easy to dupe but he quickly grew out of that phase, one of the downsides of being so smart is that he would solve the entire plot of the book after reading the first chapter, maybe even in pages less than that. Basically, he simply was too smart for his own good once more and it had long since dampened his love of the fictional mystery genre. Then you started writing.

You, lovely sweet little you. He remembered when Jonathan recommended one of your books to him, insisting that he would very much enjoy your writing and while Edward was skeptical since he couldn’t even enjoy the so-called ‘best of the best’ mystery writer’s works, what would make yours so different? He hadn’t even heard of you before but yet, Jonathan insisted that your works were right up his alley. He didn’t read the book right away, he let it sit on his nightstand for a few days but after one night of obsessively trying to best the Batman, he gave up and plopped on his bed, tired and frustrated. When he looked up, he saw your book on his nightstand and sighed. Oh well, he may as well humor it, perhaps the few 3 minutes of entertainment could help give his brain a little break from the restlessness and buzzing of his overworked mind. Getting into a comfortable position while grabbing the book, he opened it up and began to read…

And then he was enthralled.

It was commendable writing he’d admit. The way your characters acted, spoke, and interacted were so human. The motives and the ‘whodunnit’ enjoyably complex and pulling him in deeper to the mystery and on a few special occasions, actually surprised him with delightful twists and turns. What he liked the most about your writing was how you portrayed your villains, while he liked your characters, your villains were never just pure evil and if they were, it was for their own complex reasons and tragic reasons. Almost like himself.

Such a poet with your words, a genius with your mysteries, and so many other things soon had Edward wondering who was this miraculous writing genius that wrote so beautifully and admirably?

He decided to look you up, finding out as much as he could about you. His heart nearly beat out of his chest when he found out that not only were you around his age but you were stunningly beautiful!

You didn’t have your picture printed on the back of your book like most authors, he’s lucky you didn’t or else he’d probably be too distracted by your photo to ever even start reading your book...and probably end up seething in anger as he thought about the thousands of other people who bought your book, but that didn’t seem to be a problem the more he found out. According to most of your interviews, you didn’t have as many as much as you’d like to have, some of them complaining that your books were too complicated or too hard to figure out, which only made Edward scowl in distaste as he read some of the complaints on book reviews people made on your novels.

Of course it was supposed to be complicated and hard to figure out, it was a mystery book for a reason!

Yet it was another reason why he adored you, because you both were the same. Two underappreciated geniuses that were taken for granted by the small-minded people that surrounded you both. If only he could meet you, to have the chance to talk to you and let you know that at least he appreciated your talents and you as a person in general. So imagine the thrill he felt when he heard you would be attending a local book convention being hosted in Gotham City.

How fortunate for him.

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You sighed softly as you saw people passing your stand, staring bitterly at the neighboring stands that were certainly getting more fans than you were. Was it kinda shallow for you to be jealous of other writers and their countless fans, ones who seemed to simply just give them all the praise in the world and complimented them on their genius and their work well done?

Eh, you didn’t care. All you knew was that you felt like a fool, sitting at your book stand just watching as people passed you like you were invisible, only a couple of few fans really visited you (two or three at the most) the entire day and the rest of the people just asking you where another author’s stand was. As if you weren’t already feeling the sting of being a horrible author.

You sighed and laid your head on the table. You felt like a goddamn fool.

“Ahem, excuse me? Miss (L/n)?” A voice spoke up from above you.

You looked up from your state of self-pity before meeting the green eyes of a rather attractive man. He looked to be around your age, if not a bit older, and had neatly styled brown hair and wore a charming lime green vest over his white dress shirt. He was very dapper looking and spoke so intelligently that it took you rather off-guard.

However what surprised you the most was that you noticed the book in his hands, more specifically, your book. He was a fan?

“I apologize if I’m bothering you.” He began sheepishly. You tried to return your kindest smile towards him while trying to contain your internal excitement, “Don’t be. I’m always delighted to meet people who don’t think I’m an over eccentric nut.”

You laughed lightly at your own joke while the brunet merely began to ramble in response to what you had said.

“Of course not! In fact, I find it rather trivial that some people can’t understand the genius behind your books! Your plots are very well-written, as are your characters, and I- Well, look at me going on.” He grinned nervously at you. Your smile became softer as you tilted your head slightly, “By all means do, it’s not often I get complimented by a fan, a cute one at that.”

The way his smile grew into a wide and goofy one made you chuckle once more as he shyly held his book out to you and slid it across the table with one gloved hand.

“If you would be so kind.” He spoke with a giddy and nervous tone, like a boy asking out their crush.

“Of course!” You beamed in happiness as you grabbed the book and took out your horribly underused pen that had been neglected most of the day, “and who am I making this out to?”

“Edward.” The man, Edward, answered.

He didn’t want to risk the chance of scaring you in case you happened to know about The Riddler, then again, he read that you lived in Central City so he highly doubts that costumed villains with extreme gimmicks aren’t exactly known to you.

“Edward.” You repeated, and goosebumps began to rise from his skin the moment you repeated his name.

He wasn’t sure why but there was something so angelic about the way you said it, something that made his heart skip a beat and his grin grow wider. Everything was enchanting about you that Edward was damn near overwhelmed, feeling as though he’d drown in your very presence alone. A sweet death, if you asked him.

“What a darling name.” You hummed as you slid the book back to him, which he snatched eagerly and continued to smile down at you, trying to ignore the loud thumping of his heart that became deafening in his ears.

“Um, miss (L/n)-”

“Please, call me (Y/n).” You insisted.

(Y/n). Edward had planned to be formal, to want to charm and impress you but it seems as though you were turning the tables on him. He had whispered your name from his mouth before, his mouth unable to suppress a grin whenever he did. If only you’d known how he’d repeated your name over and over again as though it were some kind of chant, or the way he’d obsessively written your name as (Y/n) Nygma when he was too frustrated by Batman to calm him. But to hear you insist that he call you by your name, your name that he had grown so in love with, was a euphoric feeling.

“(Y/n),” He corrected as he clutched the book to his chest, “I was wondering if perhaps I could fulfill that lack of praise you so rightly deserve over a cup of coffee sometime later?”

You blinked dumbfoundedly, well, he certainly wasn’t very shy. Again, if only you had been there when he had obsessively practiced that simple line to ask you out the moment he found out you were coming to Gotham. However, you didn’t know this, and that’s why you took him up on his offer.

“Well, I am in the city for the week. I’d be delighted to have a guide.” You accepted. The way he exhaled in relief and jokingly spoke, “Oh thank God, I thought that wouldn’t’ve worked!” made you giggle once more, which sent him higher than cloud nine.

You both exchanged each other's contact information and bidded each other good day, you already missing him and his company, and him yours. But you shouldn’t worry, darling, if everything goes according to plan, Edward would make sure that your stay for the week would be extended considerably.

#The Riddler x reader #The Riddler x you #Dc x reader #Dc x you #Edward Nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x you #Ed Nygma x reader #Ed Nygma x you #Yandere Dc x reader #Yandere DC x you #I Only Date Villains #Yandere Riddler x reader #Yandere Riddler x you #Gotham Rogues x reader #Gotham Rogues x you #Like I said I only write soft obsessive yanderes like this #Thank you for your request!#Yandere Edward Nygma x reader #Yandere Edward Nygma x you

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The Birds & The Bees (S.R. | Pt. 3)

Summary: Reader earns her nickname, and Spencer sinks to a new level of sin. A/N: Here, take your first dose of smut 💊 ✨ Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Slow Burn (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Drinking, alcohol, masturbation (male) Word Count: 5.3k

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If I had to pick my favorite thing about working for Spencer Reid, it would probably be something that most people wouldn’t expect. Sure, it was nice to be able to work with a human encyclopedia, and he was definitely very nice to look at, but neither of those things contributed to my love for my job.

It was the sense of belonging. An overwhelming feeling of serenity that existed, flowing freely beneath the surface like a network of roots twined together. I never felt out of place when I was with Spencer — which couldn’t be said for basically any other time. Especially not now.

Halloween is one of my favorite holidays because it’s just absurd. You harass your neighbors while dressed in a costume and they reward you with something sweet (or, in some cases, change). As I’ve grown older, not much has changed aside from the creativity and length of the costumes.

... and the sweet treats being replaced by the bitter sting of alcohol.

“You do realize that guy was hitting on you in there, right?” my friend shouted from less than a foot to my right.

“He was just being nice.”

“Yeah... in a bar,” another girl chimed in, “On Halloween.”

I tried to remember the face of the man they were talking about, but my memory of his eyes blended into the flashing lights of the club. Even if I wasn’t drunk, I knew it would have been hard to remember him. Because the truth was that he wasn’t the person I wanted to see when I closed my eyes.

“Leave her alone. She’s trying to stay pure for her professor,” my friend snickered.

Despite the treachery, I still caught her before she almost pushed us both straight off the curb in her drunken state. But it wasn’t her opinion I was worried about, because at that point, I was certain she would remember none of it by the time class rolled around come Monday. It was our other acquaintance that I responded to, with a very squeaky and unreliable, “I am not doing that!”

“Yeah, what she wants isn’t pure at all,” the mess on my shoulder droned. That was enough of a reason for me to drop her, although it really resulted in both of us barely staying on our feet on the somewhat crowded sidewalk.

“Stop! It’s not like that!”

“Sure it’s not.”

Then, something else caught her attention. Knowing her, I figured that it was either a man in a scandalous costume, or it was a two for one drink deal plastered in front of a bar. I assumed it was the latter, because as soon as she finished talking, she grabbed hold of our hands and yanked us against the brick wall of the next bar.

“So you wouldn’t mind if, theoretically, Professor Reid saw you in your costume?” she asked.

I like to think that I am a relatively smart girl. After all, I had made my way to graduate school, and Spencer seemed to think that I wasn’t a complete hopeless idiot. But in that moment, I couldn’t understand why on earth she would ever think to ask me that.

Running my hands over the fuzzy pink bodysuit I was wearing, I tried to picture his reaction. As soon as I tried to look down, however, the two floppy bunny ears affixed to the hood dropped over my eyes.

“I-I mean, I guess not…?” I mumbled, my face growing hot from something other than the alcohol, “I’m wearing it in public, so...”

But then she said it — the most terrifying two words I’d ever heard in my life.

“Okay – good.”

My eyes shot up immediately, trying to follow her eyes through the crowd of drunk, costumed people. By the time that I spotted him, somewhat thankfully dressed in normal clothes, I was powerless to stop it.

“Dr. Reid!” My friend’s voice rang out into the night, “Dr. Reid, come over here!”

The moment our eyes met, I knew I was fucked. Totally, completely, and utterly fucked. A clever little grin filled his cheeks as he quickly spotted me trying to hide under my hood.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I shrieked, but he was already on his way over.

“You said you didn’t mind!”

In a panicked whisper, I bit back, “I didn’t say call him over here!”

When he grew closer, though, I corrected myself. Because it was not just Spencer who was walking over. There was someone else with him. Another man, just as tall and just as beautiful as Spencer, but with a dark complexion and an even more wicked smile.

As for my company, they had already scattered into the bar behind me, leaving me with a wordless, dumbstruck look on my face that was very poorly hidden behind bunny ears.

“H-hey Prof— Dr. Reid,” I managed to get out.

“Hey,” he answered in a tone I’d never heard before. A slightly guarded, very entertained but mostly awkward stretch of the vowel.

The man beside him, however, was quick to question.

“Who’s this?”

As I said before, I like to consider myself a relatively bright person. But the alcohol that night had been both free and strong. So, when I was asked by a handsome man who I was on the Devil’s night, I answered honestly.

“I’m a bunny!” I cried, bringing my hands together over my chest and turning to present the small pink pompom affixed to my lower back.

“I can see that,” the stranger replied through a genuine chuckle. But while the action was amusing to at least two of us in the conversation, Spencer looked mortified. It wasn’t necessarily negative, though.

I couldn’t be sure, of course, considering that I had already consumed more liquor that night than I had in the past month, but something told me that Spencer was less humiliated by me, and more worried about how blatant his response to my answer was. Because when he spoke, he did so through a smile.

“She’s uh... my teaching assistant.”

“Teaching assistant, huh?” his friend repeated, clearly amused.

There was almost a challenge to the title. Something about the way he said it setting my heart into overdrive. Unable to control my own treacherous tongue, I continued to dig myself a wonderfully sized hole to jump in to.

“I’m also very good at hopping,” I said.

Once again, the better company of the two laughed. Spencer, however, covered his smile with a hand that brought attention to just how red his face had grown over the course of a few seconds. I was so distracted by it, lost in the way I could still see upturned lips just from his eye shape alone, that I failed to acknowledge the other man for a suspicious length of time.

“Well hey, don’t let me get in the way of you two catching up. Reid, I’ll go tell the hostess we’re here, so the others know where to go.”

With a firm pat on the shoulder, the man almost turned to walk away. But before he could, I drew him back again.

“Ooh, is there a party?”

Spencer, finally able to speak again, rushed his reply.

“No, it’s nothing.”

It was obviously not nothing, though. Judging by the toothy grin that his friend flashed, it was a very big not-nothing.

“Did he not tell you?” he asked with an incredulous, mischievous tone, “It’s his birthday.”

And it was, by far, the most insulting, scandalous news I’d heard that night. Enough to elicit a sharp gasp and hand reaching out to grab his wrist in a way I knew I shouldn’t have.

“You didn’t tell me it’s your birthday!”

My mind was racing, kicking myself for having not figured it out sooner. I was trying to recall the monthly staff newsletter, but then quickly remembered that I usually relied on Spencer to summarize them for me.

“It’s not my birthday,” he explained with a sigh, “It was a few days ago.”

His friend seemed pleased by my response, although he clearly saw it dwindling. My heels had already dropped back down with my hands that fell away, signaling a very different emotion than the excitement from seconds prior.

“We’re meeting up with some people for drinks and dinner. You want to come?” he asked, trying to convince me before it was too late.

But the moment had passed, replaced by loud, insecure ranting that insisted that Spencer wouldn’t have avoided telling me his birthday unless he didn’t want me to know. That meant he either didn’t enjoy making a fuss out of his birthday, or he didn’t want me to, specifically.

“Uhh...”

“Don’t answer that,” Spencer cut in, swiftly raising a hand to dismiss the other man whose name I finally learned. “Thanks Derek, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Suit yourself,” he mumbled back. But Derek, in all of his disappointment, didn’t fail to draw out one more flustered laugh from the two of us who remained as he gave a tiny half-wave and sang, “Goodbye, Bunny.”

Spencer’s neck craned back, never once leaving his friend until he had safely entered the restaurant. Once he was sure that he was safe from ridicule, or at least observation, his entire demeanor changed.

“I’m sorry about that,” he offered, but I couldn’t accept. If anyone had been a bother here, it was me (and my friends).

“No, I’m sorry I bothered you!” I rushed.

The silence stretched between us, an unsettling reminder that we rarely interacted outside of work. That he’d never known me to party, and I’d never thought of him doing something as routine and normal as celebrating a birthday. It shouldn’t have been strange, but it was.

Perhaps that feeling was what drove me to continue, proudly stating, “I promise that I will have all your work ready first thing in the morning.”

It wasn’t until Spencer’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened in a strange, lopsided grin that I’d realized I made a mistake.

“Um...” he spoke through laughter, “Tomorrow is Saturday.”

“I’m very motivated?”

Thankfully, he saw the humiliation and was happy to offer me a graceful escape from my humiliation. “How about I give you until Tuesday, instead?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best, huh?”

I gladly took it, staring down at my heels as I tried to find anything else to focus on. Anything that wasn’t his eyes that seemed even more powerful after dark. But true to the magnetism I always experienced in his vicinity, I was drawn back into golden irises full of an emotion that made my heart beat twice as hard.

“Where did your friends go?” he asked. I didn’t trust myself to answer, so I just threw my thumb over my shoulder and towards the bar behind me. I didn’t turn away from him then, too scared to acknowledge that I would be leaving him soon. That we would go our separate ways again and I would have to wait until Tuesday to drown in the honey of his eyes again.

Sure enough, Spencer gave a solemn nod and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Right. You should probably go find them, so they don’t get worried.”

But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with him, the rest of the world be damned. I wanted to feel his eyes on me longer, especially when they started to wander my figure that I’d secretly hoped he would see.

I could pretend to hate my friend for calling him over all I wanted, but when I slipped into the costume hours earlier, I’d wondered what he would do if he saw me like this. And now that the answer was in front of me, torn between the exposed skin of my thighs and chest, I wanted to experience it for as long as possible.

With my fingers on the zipper to try and calm my heart, the inebriation manifested in soft giggles as I replied, “I think I’m pretty safe with you, Professor.”

Spencer didn’t need to vocalize his disagreement. I saw his contention in the form of wayward eyes falling to my hands that fiddled with the tiny piece of plastic keeping me covered. When they trailed back up the zipper teeth to meet my eyes again, they were filled with a hunger that took my breath away.

Unfortunately for us, though, our smitten haze wasn’t shared by anyone else in the vicinity. Especially not the drunk pack of men who passed, completely unaware of the amount of space they took up on the sidewalk. I don’t even remember one of them running into me, but I definitely remembered what followed in extreme, vivid detail.

Spencer caught me, quickly and more gracefully than I thought him capable of moving. His arms were locked around me, not only preventing me from face planting on the concrete but causing me to press my face directly against him.

Before he had a chance to say or do much of anything else, I placed my hands on his chest and tore myself away from the warmth of his embrace. Because I was already drunk enough on the alcohol — I didn’t need to be any more inebriated from him.

“S-See? You caught me!” I squeaked.

I didn’t miss the fact his hands stayed on my waist even with the added distance, his fingers subtly digging into and stroking the plush fabric. I didn’t try to stop them, either.

“Are you going to be okay? Should I take you home?”

I knew it wasn’t how he’d meant it, but my inner voice still pleaded, Yes, God, please, yes! My outer voice, however, clung to reason and respectability.

“No! Don’t miss your birthday dinner!” I insisted, but he didn’t look convinced. “I’m fine, seriously. I just suck at walking in heels.”

Any part of me that would have normally been offended by his insistence that I couldn’t handle myself while drinking was quelled by my desire to keep his hands on me as long as possible. Although there was enough space for my arms between our chests, I swore I felt his fluttering heartbeat against my fingers. I thought of hummingbirds.

Resigned to my stubbornness, Spencer took a moment longer to stroke patterns through the pink fabric wrapped around my waist before he sighed, “If you say so.”

“I do!” I giggled, leaning closer like I might convince him not to leave at all, “So you better listen up, mister Professor man.”

The look he gave me was sweet, honeyed bliss. But even that seemed minuscule in comparison to the way his hands slid over my sides, making their way over my shoulders and gently brushing the errant bunny ears back out of my face. He left them there, too, with a barely-there caress of my face.

“You look cute,” he said, like it wouldn’t break my heart.

Shier than he’d ever seen me before, I somehow managed to still look him in the eye as I answered, “So do you.”

It was a good thing I’d been paying attention, too. If I hadn’t been staring into his eyes, I would have missed the flash of chaotic playfulness that appeared just as he glanced down at the space between our chests.

I wouldn’t have been prepared at all when he dropped one of his hands from my face to the zipper of my costume. Not to say that anything could have prepared me for the way it felt to have his knuckle brush against the skin just below the lace bralette that had been meant to protect my modesty.

Before I could even comprehend the delicious friction of our skin, it was gone. Spencer pulled the zipper up to my chin, releasing the plastic in favor of grabbing hold of my chin once more.

“Be careful with that zipper,” he instructed, “I don’t need you getting hypothermia this early in the semester.”

Unsure of how else to respond, my body responded on instinct as it stammered, “I-I promise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again, and my autopilot continued.

“Double promise. Promise squared.”

“Okay. You have my number so... call me if you need anything.”

I absently nodded, but Spencer accurately concluded that I hadn’t actually processed what he’d said. When he let go of me, he took the time to smooth out the bunched up fabric over my shoulders. I tried to convince myself that he was just interested in the soft fluff, but it was hard to ignore the hunger that’d only grown stronger. The darkness that rivaled the moonless hallow’s eve.

“I don’t mind giving you a ride home if it means you get back safe,” he said with a deathly seriousness strongly contrasted by the flippancy that followed. “Otherwise I’ll have more work for Tuesday.”

I was grateful for the shift, because it made the loss of his hands hurt less. My chest filled with laughter that quickly burst from me with frantic, messy words.

“Of course! The work. For Tuesday. Okay! Thank you!”

“For what?” he also said through laughter.

“I— don’t know.”

Spencer turned away from me, looking behind him at the obligations that would tear us apart. I wondered if he, too, was busy contemplating how well it suited just how different we were. How two establishments side by side could house such different things. How we were frequenting opposite ends of the spectrum.

Whatever he was thinking about, however, it didn’t break his spirits too badly. Because before he sent me on my merry way, he flashed me the goofiest little bouncing peace sign before he sang, “Hop along, little bunny.”

So I did, turning back to my life and letting him return to his. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes following me until the darkness of the bar swallowed the space between us.

Still, I didn’t need him to be there to remember how it felt for his hands to roam my body like familiar territory. I saw that look in his eyes every time that I closed my own and remembered how it made my legs shake like weak stems bending to the wind.

I decided then that it wasn’t the worst thing in the world that he’d seen me in my costume. In fact, I think he quite liked it.

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There are few things more relentless than Derek Morgan. Death and taxes, perhaps. When it came to mocking me, there wasn’t a single missed opportunity. Even at the darkest hour, I trusted him to be consistent and predictable.

That was precisely why it made no sense that I had made it through an entire dinner and drinks outing with the team without him mentioning what had happened. Not even once. I almost let myself be relieved. Perhaps time spent with a child that can talk back did him some good, I thought. But when the time finally came for us to take our leave, I realized my mistake. He wasn’t holding back out of the kindness of his heart.

No, Derek wanted to wait until there was no escape route. He wanted to have me trapped in a car hurtling down a highway before he spoke the words that he’d been waiting to say all night.

“So... Bunny.”

“Her name is (y/n),” I quickly corrected. Unfortunately, Derek wasn’t in a merciful mood. Although there was a notable smirk on his face, his next words were uttered with a hefty dose of skepticism. A warning that it was a subject that ought to be approached with a critical sincerity.

“Her name is Trouble. That’s what her name is,” he said, shaking his head.

“She’s just my teaching assistant,” I said like I might actually convince myself, though we both knew that I wasn’t going to convince him. “It’s fine.”

“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

But that time, it was me who issued the warning.

“Stop,” I ordered, meeting his eyes to find him hiding his genuine concern under jokes that weren’t really jokes at all. “I respect her. She’s very bright and she earned her position.”

“I never said she didn’t. I know she’s probably smart, but I also saw the way you looked at her.”

The words felt like a blow to the stomach — yet another reminder that my affections for her were so thinly veiled they might as well be scrawled across my skin. He didn’t need to be a profiler to notice that I was fond of the girl, but it certainly made it worse.

Because he knew that I was lying when I muttered, “You don’t need to worry about it.”

He knew that I was lying, but he still asked, “Why’s that?”

“She’s...” I started, pausing while the word tried to form on my tongue. The word that had haunted me ever since those damned girls mentioned it. That short, simple little noun that had taken a cursory affection and turned it into full blown lust.

“She’s a virgin.”

Derek’s brows jumped up his face, his jaw dropping the same way mine had when I first heard the news. Then, just as I had, he put the pieces together and realized that it should have been a foregone conclusion.

“Trouble with a capital everything,” he half laughed.

But this wasn’t a joking matter, and I really wished that I could make him believe that. That definitely wouldn’t happen, though. Not when he looked up to see me hiding behind my hands, sinking into my seat like it would get me out of the conversation.

“Don’t be ridiculous. She’s obviously waiting.”

It was the wrong thing to say. I should have seen his response coming from a mile away. But I didn’t, and so I was forced to listen to his childish giggles that were followed with an even more lighthearted crooning.

“Yeah, waiting for the right professor to come teach her the lesson on the birds and the bees.”

“Cut it out.”

Without even looking, he astutely observed, “Kid, you’re blushing.”

“Yeah, because you’re talking about me fuc–”

The word never made it out, getting caught between my teeth as I bit down on my tongue damn near hard enough to make it bleed. I wished it would. I wanted the iron to drown me and rid me of the sinful things it sought to do, instead. Opting for a more… distinguished explanation, I eventually stammered the rest of the thought.

“You’re talking about me... deflowering my significantly younger employee!”

“You can say fuck, Reid,” he deadpanned, “I think you’re old enough now.”

“I don’t want to. It sounds too... crude.”

I didn’t expect him to understand. How could he? He’d only seen her when she was at her most provocative… by far. Part of me envied him, to be able to sequester her innocence and view her as just another girl.

But she wasn’t like anyone else. She was an untouched bloom, a magnolia of unearthly shades. A beautiful blossom that had broken through the concrete walls I’d maintained for so many years. A tantalizing taste of the life outside that I refused to let in.

A fucking tease.

“Too crude for little miss innocent bunny?” Derek cooed, and it was so uncomfortably close to my thoughts that I couldn’t help the way I snapped back.

“Are you done?”

As we pulled into my parking lot, Derek just waved off my hostility, recognizing it as nothing but misfired shame and anguish at the thing I wanted being out of my reach.

“Yeah, I’m done. I hope you had fun, even with the teasing.”

I chose not to dignify the second half of the statement, climbing out of the car like I couldn’t step away from the conversation fast enough. But of course, I knew that only made my guilt more apparent. My culpability was clear and conclusive. There was no argument to be made.

“You know I’m right!” he shouted just before the door shut. A final reminder, one last cautionary call for the beast inside of me to keep itself hidden lest I allow myself to sink my teeth into something pure.

“Goodnight!”

Few things changed when I reached the confines of my apartment walls. Fantasies had only devolved into a vividness that was borderline frightening. How easily I could get lost in visions of her, only promising my return in exchange for my imagination agreeing to become a reality that I would get a chance to experience.

But that wasn’t fair to her. She was just a girl doing her job with an astounding amount of patience and understanding for her hopeless romantic of a boss. For a moment, the guilt became so overwhelming that I let it win. I managed to swallow my newly acquired memories well enough to navigate my nightly routine without wishing she was there every step of the way.

Wishing that she would call me. That she would grant me the excuse to return to her, to touch her as freely as I had earlier. I imagined a world where, upon arriving to her destination, she invited me in.

As I collapsed on my bed, I wondered if she would have preferred the privacy of my home. A place far enough away from other students and academics to finally see me as something more than a superior. Something attainable in a way she never seemed to be.

Just as I closed my eyes to give in to the dreams, my phone buzzed. The sound set off every nerve in my body, all of them very poorly coordinating to allow me to grab the device and turn it on to reveal her name.

“Hey Professor! I just wanted to let you know that I got home…”

I’d never opened a notification so quickly, but I should have waited. I should have paused and taken the time to notice that what I was opening wasn’t just a collection of letters and symbols.

It was a set of pictures.

Pictures of her.

“Safe and sound and zippered up. No hypothermia for this bunny tonight,” she tagged onto the end, “Sweet dreams!”

How could I ever dream of anything but her? How was I meant to turn off my phone now, knowing that she was there; her drunken, lustful stare on display? I only tore my eyes away from her face long enough to notice her surroundings. I took extensive, painstaking notes on the color of the sheets on her bed and the way the zipper I’d tugged at to control myself from taking her had fallen away again.

I could feel the softness of her skin against my knuckle again. I heard the way her breath nearly broke at the force with which she sucked in air at the feeling of me touching her. How hard she pressed herself against me, how her back arched when I held her and how she never even tried to stop my hands from finding new places to rest.

They worked diligently now, too, trying to keep her awake and with me for as long as I could, but also wanting to free myself of obligations so that she wouldn’t notice how long I’d stared at the pictures she’d sent.

“Goodnight, little bunny,” I sent before adding, “I’ll be counting rabbits instead of sheep tonight.”

As if to reward my efforts, another picture flooded my screen. Her face was scrunched up in an adorable innocence, half covered with her hand but still effortlessly beautiful.

I stopped myself from responding again. I forced myself to stop, to prevent treacherous hands from calling her and begging her to let me come to her. It wasn’t fair — it was manipulative, downright evil, even — to take advantage of her inebriated state to hoard any insight she might provide.

But she’d already sent these… So, would it be so wrong to indulge in her? By touching my own body to the thought of her, would I taint her? Did I care even if it did? Maybe it was for the best to plant the seed of impurity now, to strip her of her power over me.

But deep down, I knew that I would still want her. I would still wish that the hand that sneaked beneath the sheets belonged to her. I could almost feel it as my hand traversed familiar territory. It would be new for her, and it would be new for me to feel the delicate, unmarred skin of her palm slowly sliding down my stomach. Her fingers bashfully brushing through soft curls at the base of me, still too nervous to hold me the way I needed her to.

Her face would be buried in my shoulder, with dew from her breath wetting my neck and raising the hairs on my arms. I would take her hand in mine and guide her to wrap her trembling hand around my cock.

Just like I was doing to myself now, with my other hand still holding the phone displaying the image of innocence. My hand wasn’t as soft or inexperienced as hers would be, but as long as my eyes stayed on her half-lidded gaze staring back at me, I could pretend.

I could hear her panting my name— my real name, Spencer— in my ear, praising the feel of silky skin beneath her fingertips. She would whisper about how she wanted to feel it elsewhere, too. She would beg for me to replace a hand for her most precious place.

That damned angelic girl showing her hand on the zipper would beg me to steal away her innocence. She would unveil herself slowly, knowing that I needed the time to memorize every inch of her skin as it was seen by another for the first time. Seen by me, and only me. The vision would be for my consumption and indulgence.

I wanted it. I wanted her.

My stomach tensed as I pictured the girl staring back at me straddling my hips. I stroked myself harder, faster, letting my thumb trace down her body on my screen.

If I stole it from her, would it be mine?

Would she be trapped as I was, only able to feel anything when I was with her? Would she dream of me? Would she cherish each and every memory of my touch and play it back in her mind? When she felt the urge to break and burn, would she picture my hands lighting the match?

If I ruined her, would she be mine?

I pictured the girl on the screen with tears in her eyes, her mouth stuck open in a silent scream and her hands clutching desperately to mine. I imagined how tightly her body would grip me as I fucked her. How hard it would fight the intrusion of my sinful touch. How I would hold her down despite the resistance until she gave in to me. Until I broke her, thoroughly and irreparably.

She would be mine.

That was the thought that took me over the edge, all energy that was not delegated to my hand feverishly stroking my cock remained with my other hand to hold her picture in front of me. It never even wavered, never once shaking and risking losing any clarity. Even my eyes refused to close all the way.

She would be mine.

The warm, sticky mess of my desire coated my hand and stomach, but all I could think was how it would feel to mark her as mine. To feel the excess drip back down my cock as she collapsed against my body. To know that she would never be the same, never be wholly herself again. That she’d let me inside of her soul and that when I left, I hadn’t left empty handed.

She was already mine.

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| Part Four |

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No thanks, but i still like you // albedo x reader, xiao x reader

Summarry // you reject their love confession

Warnings // fluff to angst :'D, gn!reader (uses they/them pronouns)

Notes // requests are open! please read request rules before requesting something :v i got really lazy at the end of albedos and xiaos whole part so uh yeah

stories under the cut! enjoy~☆

|| Albedo ||

Albedo wasnt human. He didnt have the proper understanding of basic human emotions like you did, yet he had a general idea. He wasnt new to this of course, he had experience in these kinds of things. But he didnt understand the concept of romance— that was the only thing he struggled with.

He never really engaged in the romantic aspect of life; he was a busy man who had better things to do rather than focus on his feelings. After all, it was unlikely that he would ever feel romantic attraction to someone, so why would he waste time on understanding those feelings when they were irrelevant to him?

However, even though it was unlikely, there was still a chance. And that chance was with you.

How did this happen? Well, its simple. You were a traveling biologist from Inazuma, arriving initially to study animal life in the different regions of Teyvat. You had just come from discovering life in Natlan, where you were able to inspect tons of foreign life forms. But you were excited to finally be in Mondstadt— youve been here before and was delighted to be back. Mondstadt was truly a beautiful place, and its citizens were even better. You stayed in the region for 3 years once— it was certain that many people would be excited to hear about your return. However, the only reason youre coming back is because back then, you werent exactly... qualified to experiment with Mondstadt biology and stuff, so now that youve finally finished your studies, the only place left for you to experiment things at, was... here.

Albedo played a large role in your excitement to travel overseas, you were looking forward to meeting him. You knew about his knack for biology as well, he was quite smart in that field. It was one of his favorite fields of research after all, always studying different ways to create life.

You had finally arrived in the city, yet you noticed that signature blond hair youd see in photos of the alchemist. You smiled in enthusiasm as you hurried over to the man.

"Hello... Albedo, correct? Youre the cheif alchemist at the Knights of Favonius. My name is [y/n], a former student at Sumeru Academy. Ive heard great things about you." You introduced as you found yourself next to him. He stared at you as his walking halted, a look of confusion on his face.

"Ah, [y/n]. So youre the biologist that was rumored to be arriving today, I see." He said, his voice quiet as if he was talking to himself with his hands placed on his chin. "I myself have done my research on you, and I must say— your knowledge surprises me. I admire your intelligence," He spoke louder this time, his voice was smoother and softer than you had imagined.

"Oh, thats— thank you." You laughed, looking straight ahead to the beautiful city in front of you. "I was hoping that we would be able to connect on astute levels while Im here; it would be wonderful if i would be able to hear the thinking of one of the smartest people in Teyvat."

"Ah, you flatter me. I would be more than happy to show you my comprehension in the alchemical field, and... would possibly hope to learn more about general biology if we have the time." He became quieter near the end, as if he was embarrassed at his proposal. You nodded either way, you were quite excited to finally be able to work with Albedo, the man who youve been practically dying to meet ever since you heard about him. His level of understanding was high; and you wanted to meet that level as well.

"Of course! Is... hmm, say 3pm a good time to meet up?" You asked, looking over at him who was staring towards the large Windrise tree. "We can meet up in Dragonspine, or..."

"Dragonspine is alright. We can schedule a gathering at 3pm, and I can bring you to my campsite." You agreed, and after talking a bit more, you decided that it was best to head off.

"Well, I should get going. I wanted to do some stuff in Wolvendom, if you dont mind me leaving." Albedo waved you goodbye before heading back to the town as you went the opposite way.

After that encounter, Albedo couldnt get you off his mind for some reason. The image of you both working together in his campsite, talking together; he couldnt stop thinking about the events that would take place later that day. He knew you, of course he did. He knew many biologists, alchemists, scientists— he knew so, so many. But you were his favorite, you were smart, charasmatic, and overall just a great person. He could help but feel this way, the way you both were able to connect with each other sparked something in him.

That was at least a year ago. Visiting Mondstadt, visiting Albedo made you want to stay in the land even more, especially because youve had such a great time here ever since you arrived.

You and Albedo were meeting up today, at that big tree in Windrise; aka near the place that the both of you met at. It was his idea, he told you that he wanted to talk to you about something. You agreed; you thought it would be something related to your guys' work.

"Thank you for coming," Albedo said, walking towards you as you were sitting up against the tree. You waved as he stood in front of you, his hair was neatly tied and braided, and his outfit was straight and freshly washed. He knelt down in front of you snd looked at you in your eyes. "There was something I wanted to speak with you about."

"Sure, what did you need?" You asked, and Albedo took your hand in his as he looked down. You watched as he toom a deep breath in before looking bsck up at you— his face was slightly redder than before. But that is probably because of the blazing sunlight that shone on you both.

"...I want to inform you, that im not... exactly used to this feeling I have. Its foreign to me, and if i make you uncomfortable, please let me know." He spoke lightly, almost in a whisper. You nodded, so he continued.

"I have, this... emotion, towards you. Attraction, if you will. I am attracted to you. Uh, in a romantic sense." You widened your eyes in shock at his confession, you never imagined that someone as secluded and private such as Albedo wouldve felt this way to you.

"Oh wow... Albedo..." You muttered, him still looking deeply into your eyes. You didnt know what to say— you were flattered at the fact that he had feelings for you. However, this wasnt good. Considering the fact that you would be leaving in a few months, and...

...You just didnt like him back.

"I-I dont know what to do," His face dropped at your words; he knew you would reject him. He sighed and stood back up, helping you stand aa well. "I just... you already know, dont you? Im sorry..."

"I understand. I completely understand, dont worry about it. I'll leave you alone now," He spoke, but as yoy were about to stop him, he hurriedly left.

|| Xiao ||

Xiao was an adptus— a living being who didnt understand the concept of love as easily as others. He knew some basic components of the feeling, like what people do when theyre in love, and other things. I mean, hes been living for over 2000 years. However, hes never personally been in a relationship. Nobodys ever had the guts to ask him out, let alone even look at him. Hes too intimidating, and so its surprising when you found out that he was attracted to someone.

You and Xiao were... close? You didnt understand your guys' relationship. One day, he would be very talkative with you, and the other days you wouldnt talk to him at all for days on end. So he was a bit weird to be close to, but you enjoyed the time you both spent together nonetheless.

Today, you were going to visit him on behalf of his request. Last night, he had managed to get into his home apparently you didnt know that he was able to teleport, even though youve known him for years now, and he "accidentally" woke you up to tell you to meet him at Qingce Village. So you complied, and as you neared the spot he told you to meet him at, you saw a glimpse of that signature green polarm swinging in the air.

"Xiao!" You called out to him, catching his attention. You could hear him grunt before teleporting to you.

"I apologize for not being here when you arrived. I was slaying a few demons nearby," He explained, but you only waved your hand in dismissal.

"Its alright. What did you wanna talk about with mr?" You asked, sitting down at a nearby table with Xiao following behind. He stayed silent for a bit, you began thinking that you had said something wrong.

"I... wanted to ask you something." He spoke, quietness enveloping you both again. You and him didnt dare to make eye contact— the atmosphere was too awkward. You heard him take a breath, so you glanced up at him to see his eyes looking at you.

"Ive been having these feelings. Im not used to them, and... I know you know about these kinds of things, which is why I need your assistance."

You looked at him in confusion, before remembering how he had told you earlier about how he likes someone.

"Oh, sure! Are you feeling romantic attraction towards someone? Who is it?" You asked excitedly. You could see as his face became red.

"Its— you." His statement caused you to fluster a little at his words. You leaned over the table, getting close to his face.

"Huh?! Xiao, are you being serious?" You smiled, and his face lit up. Were you about to accept his feelings for you?

"Yeah... is that a bad thing?" He smiled as well, but your face dropped. He watched you in confusion as you leaned back, playing with your hands.

"Uh, kinda... Xiao, youre a great guy, and i admire what you do for us in Liyue! But..."

Xiao knew what was coming.

"I just, y'know, dont feel that feeling towards you."

"..." Xiao looked away in embarrassment before standing up fron his seat, and walking a few inches away from the table before looking back at you. "I knew I shouldnt have told you this. I apologize." Was the last thing he said to you before he teleported away.

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"s-sorry.." was all you could force out from your mouth as you continue to present your project with your voice louder this time. your voice is shaky while you do so. you're not even confident that your project is perfect, so how could you be confident if your presentation is good enough?

once you're done with the presentation, you only simply bowed and ran back to your place and stayed quiet, head hung low while playing around with your fingers and stationaries. hours felt like days, but the lunch bell finally rang and you're finally able to get some peace and quiet at your favorite spot.

you went to the back of the school where nobody actually goes to have lunch. rumors have it that it's haunted, but its decorations are very neat and pretty, and it doesn't seem to be haunted at all. the lightning and breeze are all perfect.

you ate your lunch while planning out some things you could help for your parents today. 'oh, right. the book i borrowed, I should finish reading it as soon as possible before the due date' you reached out for your bag, but a figure beside it made you flinch.

"oH MY- wait.. you're.. from my class, right? what was your name again.. uhm.." the male turns to you, his expression was as calm as ever. he closed the book he was reading.

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"r-right, fyodor. thank you so much, it's nice to meet you! you said you wanted to be friends with.. me?" fyodor hums in response, taking a sip from his milk carton.

"well then.. sure..! i would love to be friends with you!"

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H0W 1S Y0UR R3LAS1ONSHIP ?!!?1

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a quiet and chill relationship!

i feel like most of the time, the both of you would either be in each other's arms or working on your own work while enjoying one another's company

fyodor would always bring you your favorite drinks and snacks to your place before lunch!

he finds it really cute if you're the blushy type, he'll do those things that would easily make you blush very often!

i don't think he'd reveal your relationship even if he has friends (or not)

he likes everything to only be known by himself and/or you since he's not an extrovert

he's very polite, yes, but very scary to those people who dares to make fun of you in any way ☝

you brought him back to your house and he met your mother? let me tell you, your mother would already be planning for your wedding

she loves him so much

every since that day, your mother would always invite fyodor to your house!!

she'll tell him about you, about how glad she is to have you as her daughter, about how helpful you always are at home, etc etc

let's just say.. fyodor falls in love with you even more after that

he'll definitely help around the house whenever he visits!

i also feel like the both of you would always talk about interesting subjects that are kind of related to studies

you're unconfident about something? just ask fyodor about it!

he will never laugh, and I mean NEVER.

he'll give you an honest opinion or correct you so you could be confident

just trust him with it, he's super smart after all ;)

you would definitely study together!!

either in your dorms, at the library, at the park, the cafe, you name it!

wherever you are, he'll be there unless he's occupied with something more important

head pats and little kisses <3

he will definitely give you them randomly while studying as a reward, or just to show you some affection

but sometimes, he could be very busy with something else and not have the time to be with you for days, or even weeks

please, just be patient with him!

he's trying his hardest to get the jobs done as soon as possible

would definitely appreciate it if you don't disturb him while he's working on that important stuff

once he's done, he'll thank you and reward you with anything you want

gifts, kisses, hugs, cuddles, anything! just name it and you'll receive <3

[ make another order/make an order. ]

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Cake Off

Happy birthday, Finn O'Hara! Here's to hoping all your wishes come true <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Marlene waved to the camera as she wove a small whisk into her bun; behind her, five young men sat in front of a well-lit industrial kitchen. “Hello, Lions, and welcome back to Lion Pride! I’m your host, Marlene McKinnon, and we’re here today to celebrate someone we all love very much.”

“Some more than others,” Leo corrected.

“Today is Finn O’Hara’s 25thbirthday,” Marlene continued. “And my gift to him was letting him pick what our next video was going to be. Being the agent of chaos we know and love, he chose to force his friends to make him birthday cakes. Cap, Knutty, I know you two are feeling pretty confident about this. Tremzy, Kasey, and Loops, how are we feeling today?”

Logan’s expression was rather pained. “Can I apologize in advance?”

“I have…a history with ovens,” Kasey said carefully. “Kind of like Britain’s history with the rest of the world, except I’m the rest of the world and the oven wins nine times out of ten.”

“I don’t bake,” Remus sighed. “This is going to be an adventure. Can I leave if I already got him a present?”

“Nope!” Marlene chirped. “To your stations, everyone!”

The five of them trooped to the countertops, which had been covered with a colorful assortment of baking supplies; Logan’s smile grew even more nervous. “Is there a guidebook, or something?”

Marlene ruffled his hair as she passed. “Where’s the fun in that? You have two hours to make a unique birthday cake. On your marks—”

Kasey went pale. “Wait—”

“—get set—”

“Marlene, please,” Remus begged.

“—go!”

“Oh my god,” Logan muttered. “Uh, I don’t have a recipe.”

Marlene’s grin was wicked. “That’s the extra bonus fun.”

Leo paused from where he was measuring flour into a sifter and raised his hand. “Finn’s not actually tasting everyone’s cakes, right? ‘Cause making him sick on his birthday seems a bit mean.”

“He only has to try one bite of each,” Marlene assured him as she stopped by Sirius’ station, where he was gathering his ingredients in a line. “Cap, what are you making today?”

“Vanilla with chocolate frosting. I know the recipe by heart, but I only make it when I’m stressed.” A furrow appeared between his brows before he straightened up and raised his voice. “Hey, someone stress me out!”

“Playoffs!” Kasey shouted from across the room. All five men immediately hurried to knock on the wooden cabinets.

“Thanks!” Sirius gave him a thumbs-up and Kasey winked.

“And somebody won’t be sleeping tonight,” Remus muttered, flicking sugar at Kasey. “Thanks, Bliz.”

Logan was still bracing himself against the countertop when Marlene arrived at his table. “How’re you feeling, Tremz? I see you haven’t chosen any ingredients.”

“There’s a very fine line between making your boyfriend a birthday cake and poisoning him,” Logan said after a moment. “And I think I’m about to find out where it is.”

“What are you making?”

“I don’t know yet. Whatever happens, happens.”

“Fair enough,” Marlene laughed as she moved on. “Leo?”

“I’m gonna make a lemon cake,” he said with a proud smile as he mixed the dry ingredients. “And it’s going to be delicious.”

“Do you bake at home very often? You sound confident.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “For special occasions, yeah. I vaguely know what I’m doing, so I feel pretty good.”

“How do you think Logan’s cake will turn out?”

Leo paused and glanced up. A beat of silence passed before he bit his lower lip. “I think it’s a really good thing that Finn has two boyfriends that are making him cakes.”

“Rude,” Logan grumbled as he dumped another cupful of flour into a bowl to Sirius’ obvious horror. He stuck his tongue out. “Don’t give me that look, Cap, this cake is going to be fucking amazing.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows and turned back to his own batter. “If you say so.”

Logan stood on his toes and poured the next cup directly over Sirius’ head in a poof of white. The studio went silent. With a cough, a bit of flour puffed from Sirius’ mouth. “Cap?” Kasey ventured.

“Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“Mhmm.” He slowly took a towel off the oven door and wiped his face with it, then whipped around and snapped it at Logan’s thigh—it connected with a sharp sound, followed by a yelp as Logan shoved Leo in front of him as a makeshift shield. “You can’t hide behind him forever!”

“Remember, you only have two hours!” Marlene called as she dodged a patch of flour on the floor. Sirius scowled and put the towel back down on the counter; Logan backed away to his station with a suspicious glare. “Loops, how are you?”

“I’m minding my own business,” he said innocently. “Staying in my lane. Paying no attention to the idiots behind the curtain, if you will.”

“Impressive. What are you making for our wonderful Harzy?”

“Spite cake.”

“What?”

“Spite cake,” he repeated with a shadow of a smile. “It’s carrot cake, but with no special ingredient of love or appreciation, because he knows how much I hate baking and he’s been making fun of me over text all morning.”

Leo frowned. “Weren’t you two bonding over how much you hate carrot cake when we went to lunch yesterday?”

“Hence the name,” Remus said as he pulled a cheese grater out of the lineup.

“And last, but certainly not least, Kasey.” Marlene leaned against the edge of his table. “How’s it going over here?”

“So far, so good.” He eyed his batter and poked one of the lumps with a fork. “Does this look ready to you?”

“Seems a bit wet, to be honest.”

“Yeah, I thought so. Do people put milk in cake batter?” On the other end of the kitchen, Sirius and Leo shared a look.

Marlene patted his arm. “Good luck, Bliz.”

The camera cut for a moment—when it returned, the three bakers on the far end seemed to be even more flustered than before. “You have one hour left!” someone off-screen announced.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Logan held his spatula up. The batter remained stuck to it in a doughy lump. “Is this supposed to happen?”

Leo’s eyes flickered between Sirius, who was clearly shocked into silence, and Logan, who was growing more distressed by the second. “Sure, honey.”

“Baby, it looks like jello,” Remus called as he shook his mixing bowl with a nervous glance to Sirius. “Why does it look like jello?”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered as he crossed the room; the second he looked over Remus’ shoulder, his eyes widened. “How did you…?”

“I don’t know.”

“You put flour in, right?”

“Hey, no helping!” Kasey protested, swatting Sirius on the shoulder with an oven mitt. “We all fail on our own merit here. Tremy’s making concrete, Loops has jello, and I’ve got soup, so you and Knutty can fuck off back to your perfect batter and let us suffer in peace!”

“Jesus, Bliz, did you put water in that?”

“No! I put butter and milk in!”

“Why?”

“Because!”

“One hour left!” Marlene shouted.

“Fuck it, it’s good enough.” Remus grabbed the nearest cake pan and dumped his batter in, then put it in the oven. He turned the heat on and faced the camera guiltily. “Harzy, I know this was meant to spite you, it really was just meant to be a carrot cake. Not…that.”

Logan sprinkled a handful of chocolate sprinkled into his mixing bowl. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he singsonged. “But I know I’m doing it poorly!”

“Oh my god,” Remus said suddenly as he licked some of his batter off his finger. “Oh my—oh my god.”

Kasey looked up from pouring his batter into a pan in mild alarm. “What?”

“Oh my god, that’s terrible. Here, try it.”

Kasey put his cake in the oven before swiping a bit off and tasting it. His whole face scrunched. “What?”

“I know,” Remus laughed, passing the spatula to Logan. “It’s like getting punched with a cinnamon stick.”

“I can feel it in my nose,” Logan coughed. “Here, try mine.”

Leo regarded them with a healthy amount of disbelief. “Why are you all tasting it if you know it’s bad?”

“Because Marlene needs workable content.”

“Do it for the vine.”

“Because I’m a dumbass, rookie.” Kasey lifted the spatula up. “Cap, your fiancé made toxic sludge in cake form. Want some?”

Sirius hesitated, then sighed and headed over. Leo threw his hands in that air. “You, too?”

“What else am I supposed to—” Sirius faltered with a harsh exhale and braced his hands against the counter, licking his lips. “How many eggs did you put in that?”

“Four? Five?”

“How much cinnamon?”

“A teaspoon?”

Sirius took a fortifying breath through his nose. “Teaspoon or tablespoon?”

“Tablespoon,” Kasey answered for him. “Definitely a tablespoon. Try mine.”

“You two are never allowed in a kitchen again,” Sirius said, though he swiped his finger along the inside of Kasey’s bowl and tasted his batter with a grimace. “Ugh. It’s just melted butter.”

“How did you make it taste like salty butter and nothing else?” Logan asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“Well, Tremzy, I put salt and butter in it.”

Leo’s phone timer went off and he opened the oven door; four faces turned toward him in shock as he pulled a golden cake out and checked the center with a toothpick. Logan closed his eyes and bent closer, taking a deep inhale. “I wish the viewers could smell this, because it’s heaven.”

“Can it be my birthday instead?” Kasey asked. “Please?”

“Get back, you hyenas!” Leo whacked him lightly on the hand with a spoon when he reached out to poke the cake. “That oven was 350 degrees!”

Sirius glanced up at the camera. “That’s 177 degrees, for all you smart people out there.”

“Boo, Celsius.” Remus kissed his cheek. “You smell like sugar.”

“How much time do you all have left on your cakes?” Marlene asked from her perch next to the sink.

Logan, Remus, and Kasey shared a look before Logan turned back to her. “I don’t know?”

“You can’t answer that with another question,” she laughed.

“Ten minutes,” he guessed.

“Whenever it starts to smell good,” Remus said. “Though I doubt that’s going to happen.”

Kasey cocked his head and scanned Leo’s cake for a second. “When it starts looking like that.”

“It won’t,” Leo informed him.

“Damn, Knutty, okay.”

Marlene shook her head. “We’re going to cut filming until everyone’s cakes are out of the oven, but in the meantime we’ve got some special messages for our favorite redhead.”

A banner reading Happy Birthday, Finn! appeared on the screen with a burst of confetti before the usual studio replaced it, with its white walls and folding chairs. Dumo crossed one leg over the other with a soft smile. “One thing I admire about Finn is his tenacity. When he wants something, he’ll go for it with his whole heart.”

“I love his humor,” Leo said in the next short video. He was smiling as well, and had a faint blush on his freckled cheeks. “And the way he makes breakfast in the mornings. All the little things he does to make the people he loves happy. And he really does love with his whole heart. There’s no holding back with him.”

“Finn?” Sirius thought for a moment. “He’s a good person. I know that might sound lame, but he’s one of those people that you meet that always makes you feel happy, and confident, and supported. Anyone who meets him should count themselves lucky.”

Logan’s face was filled with nothing but affection. “I love his patience and his kindness. Whether that was helping me work on my English in college, or making the rookies feel welcome, or even the way he talks to complete strangers when they ask for directions on the street. Everything about him is kind.”

“Ah, jeez.” Remus bit his lower lip. “I think—I think what I admire most about Finn is that he never lets anyone else define who he is. He’s comfortable in himself and makes everyone around him feel safe. It’s sappy, but it’s true. He’s one of my best friends and I’m grateful for him every day.”

“He’s one of the most reliable people I’ve ever met,” James said. “Both on and off the ice. He will be there to support his friends in any capacity and I think we all need to be a little more like Finn that way.”

“Great player.” Arthur nodded. “Great player, and an even better teammate. I can put O’Hara anywhere on the ice and he’ll throw everything he’s got into doing his best. I can’t think of a single Lion who doesn’t love being on the same shift as him.”

Talker grinned, leaning back in his chair with a shake of his head. “Finn just loves hockey. He takes it seriously, of course, but he loves being out there with us and I’m always happy when we’re on a line together. He goes out there every night and has a blast. I admire a lot about him, but especially that.”

“It’s hard to pick one specific thing that I admire about him,” Kasey said, shifting in his chair. “He’s Finn. He’s annoying as all hell, and I love him for it. I’m not sure. Can I make a list?”

“Harzy is very cool,” Olli laughed. “Very cool and very fun to be around. He has a quick wit and truly cares about all of us.”

Kuny raised his eyebrows. “What I like about Harzy? Oh, everything. Everything. He is good friend, good teammate, always there when we need him. Good for Tremzy and Knutty, too. He would turn red like fire engine if he heard me. Don’t tell him I say that.”

The video changed to a wide view of the whole team as they waved to the camera. “Happy birthday, Harzy!” they chorused. “Bitch ass moves!”

The kitchen was much cleaner when the video resumed; all the cooking supplies had been taken away, leaving five hockey players with their cakes in front of them. Leo’s cake was a bit lopsided, though the yellow frosting was cheerful and even—next to him, Logan’s cake looked more like a squished loaf of bread. Sirius’ was plain and elegant, while Kasey’s frosting was still dripping as the camera zoomed in on it.

“Wow,” Finn said after a moment of silence from his seat at the main table, where five slices of cake had been placed on small plates with a label for each name. “Just…wow.”

“You can start with whichever one you want,” Marlene told him.

“I think I’ll save Cap and Leo’s for last. Uh, Kase, what happened here?”

Kasey sighed. “I wish I knew.”

Finn gave it a wary look, then took a bite; his chewing slowed to a stop almost immediately and Logan’s shoulders started to shake from his suppressed laughter. “You know it’s burnt on the outside and not cooked on the inside, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Just checking.” With great effort, he swallowed. “Why is it wet?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, man.”

Finn took the next plate, then paused. “Re, I love you, but…”

Remus shook his head. “I know.”

“I’m genuinely afraid to try this.”

“You should be.”

The second it touched his tongue, Finn started laughing. “Jesus, it’s a straight shot of cinnamon. Why is it crunchy?”

“It’s carrot cake!”

“You know I hate carrot cake!”

“Look, I gave it my best shot. It really wasn’t supposed to do…” He gestured at the plate. “That.”

“Lo, baby, please tell me yours is better than the last two.”

Logan thought for a moment. “It was made with love and that’s all that matters.”

Finn took a deep breath before taking a bite. A range of emotions washed over his face—pleasant surprise, then confusion, then horror, and finally disbelief. “I…what?”

“I don’t even know.”

He swallowed, then ate another bite. “Oh, bad idea. This—are there chocolate chips in here? And almonds?”

“Yeah. You like those, right?”

“Usually, yes. It’s kind of got the texture of fruitcake, but—” Finn broke off and picked the slice up, giving it a shake. Not even a crumb fell out of place, and the rest of the boys burst out laughing. “Lo. Logan. Light of my life, what the fuck?”

“Happy birthday?”

“This is the best birthday present ever. Alright, Cap, your turn.” He took a piece of Sirius’ cake and nodded. “Yep, that’s cake.”

Sirius blinked at him. “And?”

Finn shrugged. “It’s cake. Classic flavors, good texture. I like it. Definitely tastes like a cake you would make.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“He’s calling you basic,” Kasey said, patting Sirius’ shoulder sympathetically. “But hey, at least yours was cooked all the way.”

“And now for boyfriend number two,” Finn continued.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Boyfriend number two.”

“Oh, that’s so good,” Finn groaned around a mouthful of cake. His eyebrows pitched. “I love it.”

“What about it?” Marlene prompted.

“For starters, it’s cooked all the way through. The lemon is freakin’ amazing, and the frosting isn’t melting off the sides or anything. I can’t even taste everyone else’s anymore. It’s a helluva cake. Happy birthday to me. Will you make this every day?”

“No,” Leo said, though there was a pleased flush on his face. “But maybe on the weekend.”

Finn scraped the last of the crumbs off his plate. “Alright, everyone, come get a piece of this magic. Thank you for doing this, by the way. I know three of you hate baking.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Logan admitted as he settled himself on one of Finn’s thighs with a slice of his own and kissed his temple. “Sorry for almost poisoning you. Oh, that is tasty.”

“I love you anyway. I think Loops and Bliz were actually the closest to doing that, so you’re all good.” Finn raised his eyebrows and craned his neck over Logan’s shoulder. “Speaking of…”

“Lasagna or chicken piccata?” Remus asked. Sirius took advantage of his moment of distraction by stealing a bite off his plate and received a playful glare in response, though it was soothed by a kiss on his cheek.

“Lasagna, please.”

“Does Friday work?”

Finn gave him a thumbs-up. “Sorry, Harzy,” Kasey said as he carefully got the last bits of frosting off his fork. “I have no marketable skills to apologize with. You don’t want me anywhere near a stove or an oven.��

A gleam lit in Finn’s eye. “Will you get in all your pads and play chicken with Knutty and I?”

“For the twentieth time—”

“It’s my birthday,” he wheedled, pouting his lower lip out with the Bambi eyes turned to full blast.

Kasey sighed. “Fine.”

“Hell yeah.”

“Thanks for joining us for our birthday celebration,” Marlene said with a smile. “The best estimations of these recipes are linked on our website, with a few tweaks to make sure none of your loved ones get food poisoning this August. Have a great day, Lions!”

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