#sometimes when i’m watching clips of him on these kinds of things i just want to reach through the screen and scoop him out and save him

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

alex looking more at ease with kermit the frog than live human guests is my favourite thing

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#honestly both profoundly relatable and understandable #the idea of a talk show makes me and my introverted little soul want to run for the hills #sometimes when i’m watching clips of him on these kinds of things i just want to reach through the screen and scoop him out and save him #alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex gifs #am era #lulu posts

[semisgroupie]

A FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR

pervert!karasu tabito x fem. reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: noncon filming, slight stalking (kind of), unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, thigh humping, spanking, praise, degradation, strength kink (kind of)

synopsis: he’s just doing the neighborly thing

a/n: this was requested by @qichun for my perverts make the world go ‘round event remake!

Karasu felt bad for this front that he held up whenever you were around.

Actually, he didn’t feel bad at all. He honestly enjoyed it a lot more than he should have.

He loved seeing the look on your face when he would ‘magically’ appear to help you with heavy groceries after you had been struggling with bringing them up the stairs to your floor. He had been behind you the whole time, fighting off a boner as he heard your little grunts and groans as you went up each step. But you would never know that, he was honestly surprised that you’ve never caught on. He kept track of the days you went grocery shopping, always in the middle of the month, then little trips here and there and you always bought in bulk. Maybe you did it on purpose. Maybe you wanted him to come by and help you out. Maybe you did catch on but wanted to play stupid. But he couldn’t let his mind wander too far with frivolous thoughts.

His favorite thing that he ever did was slip some hidden cameras along your apartment when you asked him over to help you hang up some paintings and photos you had. It was pretty easy to do and you were never suspicious of it. He had a full view of your apartment and he could see everything you did there. Especially when you couldn’t fight off the urge to touch yourself, it was like you put on a special show just for him. He even saved little clips of you onto his laptop for whenever he had to go away for a game, he always watched you. It only fueled his fantasies and made him wish he upgraded the cameras he got. If only he got the more high tech ones, then he could really hear what name you moaned when you touched yourself or hear the slick noises as you fucked yourself. Did you wish it was his cock or fingers inside you?

He wanted to feel bad, he really did. But you just made it too easy for him to do things like this to you, it just made him want to do more, see how perverse he could really get. He just had to wait for the perfect moment to make a move.

Or maybe you were going to open the door for a perfect opportunity.

He was in his apartment, pouring some chips into a bowl so he could have a snack while he watched a new show Otoya told him all about, when he heard a frantic knock at his door. He set down everything and rushed over to the door, opening it up to see you, only in a towel. His eyes widened at the sight and you looked at him. “I’m so sorry to bother you but I really need your help, Tabito.” He nodded and followed you into your apartment, watching some water droplets cascade along any inch of skin that wasn’t covered by your towel.

You closed your apartment door and moved closer to the bathroom before stopping completely. “There’s this weird looking bug in there and it’s really freaking me out!” He had to bite back his laughter as he nodded. This was just perfect, you clad in only a towel crying for his help was only something he fantasized about and now it’s his wildest dreams coming true. “I’ll get it out for you, don’t worry.”

He smiled and walked into the bathroom, you followed behind him and only peeked your head in to watch him. It took him a few minutes and he finally came out with his hands cupped together. You moved out of the way and he walked over to an open window and let the little creature out before turning back to you. “It was just a little centipede but I understand, those things get a little creepy looking sometimes especially when you least expect them.” You let out a sigh of relief and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around him to hug him. “Thank you, Tabito.”

He hugged you back and lowered his head to smell your hair, the scent of your shampoo filled his nose. It only took you a quick moment to pull away, as you were still clad in only a towel. Heat spread across your face and you looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m sorry. I should put clothes on and then I can make you some food as a thank you.” You adjusted your towel slightly before turning around and before you could take your first step he gripped your wrist and pulled you back around to him.

“You know, I really have to watch my diet for my games. I think there could be another way for you to thank me.” He released your wrist and slowly moved his hand up your arm, his fingertips gently grazing your skin as he moved them up to your shoulder then your collarbone before he dropped his hand. Goosebumps coated your skin and your heart pounded. You couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive and with all the times he helped you, you couldn’t help but develop a little crush on him. Now that he was finally here, you couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and brought your hands up to remove your towel from your body, letting it drop to the floor while your nude body was completely on display for him. His eyes moved along your body with a predatory gaze, “fuck, I’d never thought I’d be able to see you this close.” He moved his hands out to your hips and pulled you close to him, he leaned in and smashed his lips against yours. You brought your hands up to his shoulders and his hands moved back to your ass, gripping handfuls of the flesh roughly.

The action made you moan and whine against his lips and he wanted, no, he craved more from you. He leaned in more and slipped his tongue into your mouth while he moved his hands lower, hooking them along the back of your thighs before lifting you up. He never broke the kiss and you moved your hands up to lightly tug on his locks as he brought you to your couch and sat down, adjusting you to straddle him. Heat and need coursed through your body with how easily he handled you.

He groaned against your lips as you started to grind your hips against him. The fabric of his sweatpants gave you the perfect stimulation you needed and you couldn’t stop yourself as you moved against him. He broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip as he watched you grind against his growing hard on. “Why don’t you straddle one of my thighs if you want to get off like a needy slut?” He held onto your hips and lifted you to straddle one of his thighs then started to move you against him. He flexed his thigh and it caught your sensitive clit, making you gasp and whine his name.

He was thankful that he had the cameras splayed along your living room, he could relive this moment from all different angles. You leaned in and buried your face in the crook of his neck, moaning and nipping at the sensitive skin there as you humped his thigh. His hands moved along your body, one hand moving to your front to pinch your nipples and his other hand moved to grip and spank your ass. Loud smacks and slaps reverberated through the living room and mixed with your yelps and moans of pleasure. His cock twitched more and more, he felt like he could cum with just the sounds of your whines and whimpers.

You held onto his shirt tightly before you slowly lifted your head from his neck. Your pupils blown wide with lust and need. “Tabito, please fuck me. I want you inside me so badly.” Your hips still moved along his thigh at a frantic pace, still trying to get that delicious release. “Yeah? But you’re still humping my thigh like a little bitch in heat, it’s just so cute. If you really want my cock then you have to stop moving your hips.” A pout formed on your lips and you finally slowed your hips. He lifted you off his thigh and laid you down on your couch.

He glanced down quickly and saw the large wet spot on his sweatpants. He quickly shed them and his shirt, showing you his toned body and he moved between your thighs. Now that he finally had you like this, he didn’t know what position he wanted to fuck you in. He licked his dry lips and gripped your legs, putting them over his shoulders as he lined his cock with your entrance. He dragged the tip through your wet folds and turned his head to press a kiss to your ankle before pushing in.

You felt heavenly around him and he couldn’t keep his eyes off your pussy, watching how you stretched around his cock. He was completely entranced as he continued to push into you until he was balls deep. He took his bottom lip between his teeth and started to thrust, bottoming out each time he pushed back into you. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock and he finally tore his eyes away to watch your body as he fucked you then finally moved his eyes to your face. Looking at how blissed out you were, it was an expression he had seen hundreds of times since he placed the cameras in your apartment but experiencing it firsthand and knowing that he was the direct cause of it made him feel even better.

“This is so much better than watching you through a fucking screen. It could never capture your true beauty like this. Getting to hear and see you like this makes me so fucking hard. I won’t be able to get enough of you after this. We’ll just need to keep doing this, indulging in each other and our fantasies. We’ll never have our fill of each other, it’ll be impossible.” The words kept pouring from his lips along with shaky breaths and groans.

It was like he was drunk off of you and you were drunk off of pleasure. He looked at the empty look in your eyes and brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing and slapping the sensitive bundle of nerves. That made you arch your back off the couch and made you tighten around him. He knew you were close, you didn’t have to say that and he was right behind you. His cock twitched inside you and his balls swelled and tightened, begging for release but he wouldn’t, not just yet.

He drilled his cock into you harder, his heavy balls slapped against the curve of your ass with each hard thrust. “T-Tabito, ‘m gonna cum.” He continued to slap and pinch your clit and moved his free hand to grip your face. “Look at me when you cum. I want to watch you fall apart from my cock, not from some plastic toy that couldn’t even come close to me.” He groaned out his words and you finally came undone. You shut your eyes as your release washed over you. You clenched around him tightly and your body trembled underneath his as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He thrusted a few more times before his hips stuttered and he started to fill you with cum.

He moved your legs down on either side of his hips and he hooked his arms around you to lift you up onto him as he laid back down. He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead then reached over to pull the blanket that was draped over your couch to cover you both. He didn’t want to pull out of you, not yet. He wanted to enjoy you for as long as he could, then he’ll enjoy you again when he’s in the privacy of his own bedroom, rewatching what just went down between you two. He’ll have a new folder to create for all the little sex tapes that he’s going to make.

He really had to thank his past self for putting up the cameras throughout your apartment. But maybe he’ll replace them soon, for ones with better quality and sound. Just so he could have better videos to save for his private viewing.

taglist: @suyacho @bluelock4life @benkeibear @satmitsuplanet @litepowee

#venus4kremake #blue lock smut #bllk smut #karasu smut #tw:creampie #tw:unprotected sex #tw:noncon elements

[accio-victuuri]

it’s not a secret that i’m a ttxs bros fan and i love that show! it was my end of week treat and i knew that no matter how stressful the weekdays were, i have ttxs and wyb to watch and be my sunday reward. wyb had 3 performances for 2023 nye and we knew about the 2 and i was excited for it but that night, my fave would be his duet with dls of the song that never ends. aside from the dls/wyb/wh moment, i think that personally, it was the kind of performance i needed that time. nye stages are expected to be flashy but sometimes what we really need is a heartwarming song to remind us of the past year and the people that we love. it was really special <3

so i’m sharing this clip of dls/wh talking about that stage:

DLS: I remember that Wang Han said something casually before, so I wrote it in the song, but he said that there are some things that cannot be said or forgotten, and cannot be even thought about, because as soon as you touch it, you will feel it, and then the feeling will disappear. going back, I have written this song for more than two years. I originally wanted to make this song my own, and I thank Hunan for allowing us to be on this stage. Later, Wang Yibo and I sang this song live. I used to sing it and it felt so good. I sang and performed, and that night, maybe I felt that Wang Yibo didn’t know that we were going to sing this song because of Wang Han, and we both had the mentality that this song is coming, are you sure we should start singing it, because when we sang it, the feeling was... We will come back a lot. When we were together, we kept talking about whether we should watch Wang Han, because you know, we were afraid that we wouldn't be able to sing when we saw Wang Han, and we would start crying. Then later we found out that Wang Han was watching from below.

How can I say that I feel that sometimes there is a relationship or a piece of work that will always end. When it becomes a song, a paragraph, a poem, a painting, it will always be in our hearts. In this melody, Wang Han and I are slightly different in age. But I feel that my friendship with Wang Han is like a song that can never be finished.

WH: Thank you. In fact, the time gap is not particularly long because it was December 31st and today is only March. Da Zhangwei means a lot to me.Every time, I look forward to him coming, and then I'm so afraid of him coming. I really want to see him but i’m afraid cause i don't know what to say. The two words he says the most are, "Just be happy. Just be happy. You'll be happy." So what I especially want to say is that if he wants me to see him happy, I will see him happy. If one day he wants me to see him unhappy, I just need to use my eyes to see him and my ears to listen to him. Wang Yibo is cold and he is warm. They are my cold and warm life.

THEY ARE SO PRECIOUS 🥹🥹🥹🥹

#wang yibo #ttxs bros 🥹🥹🥹 #accio victuuri translation #rephrased much of wh’s words #i love them please #so happy that wyb have people like them in his life #HIS CHOSEN FAMILY

[carpenterswife]

ALL MY GHOSTS (ix)

series masterlist

- summary: Finally, you and Beau begin opening up to one another, sharing details of your pasts you hadn’t been willing to before. One thing leads to another, and you take a new step.

- word count: 4523

- warnings: 18+!!!!! descriptions of domestic abuse, descriptions of inhumane treatment, mentions of abortion, smut (🎉).

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“Hey.” Beau pushed a hand through his hair, as you stumbled over to the small kitchen. Coffee in hand, he watched you from over the top of his mug. “How’d ya sleep?”

You tried your best to tame your hair, simultaneously pressing random buttons on the coffee machine, hoping one would make it start. Beau smiled in amusement, watching you. He reached over, putting your mug into the machine and pressing a button on the front. The coffee machine whirred to life.

“Thanks.” You leant back against the counter. “Your sofa is uncomfortable.”

Beau chuckled. “It’s not meant for sleepin’ on.” He sipped his coffee, eyeing you. “Why don’t y’take my bed tonight? I’ll take the sofa.”

“I told you—“

“Uh-huh, an’ I’m not listening’ no more.” Beau interrupted you, with a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “You’re injured. Y’should be comfortable. Take the bed. It ain’t nothin’ off my back.”

Huffing, not pleased with Beau’s decision, you reluctantly nodded in agreement. His smile brightened, pleased with your compliance.

He stared at you. “Now, be honest.” He lean back against the kitchen counter beside you, in the small hallway that substituted as a makeshift kitchen. “How did ya actually sleep? No bullshittin’.”

Grabbing your coffee as the machine beeped, you took a small sip, making a face as the liquid burnt your tongue. “Fine.” You smacked your lips.

“Really now?” He hummed, very obviously not believing you. For a few beats, he just stared. “‘Cause I could swear I ‘eard y’walkin’ around at 4am.” He stared at you knowingly. Asshole.

“Just a bad dream, is all.” You flashed him a smile.

He hummed, unconvinced, but not pushing. “Aight.” He sipped his coffee, peering at through dark lashes. “Hey, if ya get one tonight, come to me, yeah? I’ll help.”

You stared back at him, a small tick in your jaw. “I’m not a kid, Beau.”

“And I ain’t saying you are.” He held his hands up in surrender. “Just sayin’, everyone needs a little help sometimes.”

You shrugged off his kind offer. “Don’t need it.”

Beau stared at you, analytical. Silently, he set down his coffee, taking a few steps past you. Your eyes were focused in on him as he opened up a closet in the hallway, rummaging for a few moments. When he emerged, he was holding a newspaper clipping.

Brows furrowing, you stared in confusion. Beau seemed to hesitate, eyes distant, and then he handed it to you.

Confused, you set down your own coffee and took it.

‘COP MOURNS MURDERED PARTNER’.

Your brows furrowed deeper, eyes landing on the picture of Beau on the clipping. Your eyes skimmed over the words, teeth biting down on the inside of your cheek with every word you read.

Randy.

Five Houston Police Officers.

Hatcher Bar & Grill.

Drug bust.

Miscommunication.

Mishap.

Shot dead.

Sergeant Beau Arlen set to retire.

“Jesus, Beau.” Breathless, you looked up at him, taken aback. “This is your old partner?” He nodded, silent, observing your reaction. Your eyes turned back down to the words on the newspaper clipping, digesting it all. “Fucking hell. I’m— Jesus, I’m so sorry.”

“Randy.” He nodded. “Good guy. Hell, he was the closest friend I’d had on the force.” Your eyes returned to his face, drinking in his nostalgic expression.

You set down the clipping and stepped closer to him, wanting to offer comfort.

“We went to take in a cartel. Me, Randy, an’ three others.” He looked to you, eyes meeting yours. “Somethin’ went wrong. They knew we were comin’. It was bad policin’ on my part. Bad leadership. Bad— bad everythin’. I sent him one way,” he shook his head, “and watched a bullet go through his skull.”

“Fuck. Beau.” You laid a hand on his arm, squeezing.

“I was a wreck.” He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Drank myself half t’ death every night. Carla dragged me out of bars an’ picked me off floors. I clocked out.” Your eyes were burdened with sadness as you stared at him. “I wasn’t there. For— for her, for Em. I drank, and I— I fought with ‘er, and I— I was a god terrible husband. An even worse father. ‘m still surprised Carla lasted as long as she did.”

Your thumb brushed up and down his arm, offering him comfort and reassurance.

“I don’t blame her for divorcin’ me. I can’t. I deserved it.” He laughed dryly to himself, sad and self-loathing.

“You didn’t deserve that, Beau.” You whispered, eyes staring up at his. He looked down at you, lips pressed together, silent. “You deserved to have someone there to support you. You were grieving. You— you needed help, therapy, support.“

“I was a shithead, Y/N.” He whispered back, shaky.

You shook your head. “I’m sure you were. And, yeah, Carla didn’t deserve that. She did what she thought was best for her and for Em, and that’s fair on her. She prioritised herself and her kid.” You squeezed his arm. “But you can’t deny that you needed help.”

He just stared off past you, not responding. He knew it was true. What he’d needed was support from his wife. He’d needed that push to get help. But that wasn’t on her. Carla shouldn’t have had to do that for him. That was his job, to look after himself. She shouldn’t of had to have that on her shoulders.

His internal argument was interrupted when you wrapped your arms around his neck, guiding him in for a gentle hug. His arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him, until you were pressed up against his front.

Inhaling shakily, Beau put his chin down on the top of your head, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. He cracked a small smile. “Thank you.” He whispered.

Your response was to hold onto him tighter.

God, Beau could stay like this all day. With you holding onto him so tight, as he cradled you against his chest. He could feel strands of your hair tickling his hair with every breath, your small hands pressed against his shoulderblades.

You’d been through so much in the last few weeks. Beau held you tighter at the memory of what your ex had put you through.

With you in his arms, Beau swore to himself that he’d ensure you weren’t ever hurt again.

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Beau grinned in amusement as he watched you try, and fail, to keep the fire alive. He set his plate of dinner aside, gently putting his hand over yours to take the fire iron from you. “I got it.” He murmured, taking over the job at tending to the fire.

You smiled sheepishly, sitting back in your chair. Beau chuckled at your expression, setting down the fire iron as the flames grew once more, providing you both with a wave of heat.

Silence settled between the pair of you as you ate the dinner you’d cooked together.

Beau’s camper was nice. You liked it here. It was serene and pretty. You’d had a gorgeous view of the sunset, that you’d enjoyed with a cup of coffee and horrible country music Beau had insisted on putting on. There was an overlooking view of Helena, of the lights and the buildings.

It was beautiful up here. Surrounded by nature, and movie-like views in every direction.

You glanced at him, remembering what he’d told you about earlier. He’d been so open and vulnerable with you, recalling every detail of what’d happened to Randy. He’d told you stories of his old friend over a bottle of beer, the two of you laughing, and Beau occasionally tearing up, as he recalled his best memories from Houston.

It hit you that you were the only person in Helena that’d ever got the privilege of seeing him like that.

And the words you spoke came out abruptly and without much thought. “Jack wasn’t always abusive.”

His head whipped around to look at you, mouth full of his dinner. “Wha’?” He spoke around his mouthful. You couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable sight; him, frozen, chipmunk cheeks full of food.

“Jack wasn’t always abusive.” You repeated yourself. “For the first year, he was… charming, funny. A gentleman, really.” Your expression scrunched together at the memory. “That was the man I fell in love with.”

Beau swallowed his mouthful of food. “What happened?” He asked gently, careful with his words.

“As soon as he put a ring on my finger… he changed.” You brows furrowed, hand tensing around your fork. “My sister warned me. Said it was odd, that he’d proposed after only a year. But, I was 25, and I thought I’d met the love of my life.”

Beau smiled sadly. He’d heard too many of these kinds of stories. Women lured in by men who seemed like fairytales, only for their true colours to be revealed after the women were stuck.

“It started small. He got mean.” You spun your fork. “Started calling me a bitch, a whore. Things like that. He told me I needed to quit my job, become a stay at home wife. That he wanted dinner on the table every night when he got home. That I belonged to him — he owned me.”

He cringed. “Jesus.” He muttered.

You sighed deeply. “He started punching walls, throwing things. Then, he started throwing things at me. Started punching the walls beside my head.” You shook your head, looking up at Beau. “Before I realised what was happening, I was stuck and already covered in bruises. He’d cut me off from my friends and family, convinced me they were bad for me.”

Beau reached over, grasping your hand within his bigger one. He offered you a comforting smile.

You squeezed his hand. “The abuse got worse and worse overtime, until I started going to the hospital. They started questioning me. And then he stopped letting me go.” Your eyes went vacant. “He got me pregnant on our 2nd anniversary.”

His eyes widened a little at this information. He put the pieces together. “You didn’t keep it?” He asked softly, not the slightest bit of judgment in his voice.

“No.” You confessed. “I kept it from him. Got an abortion. When he found out…” your hand tightened around Beau’s instinctively, “he beat me so bad I couldn’t walk for three days.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Beau grit his teeth. “I’m gon’ kill that bastard. I swear to you, when I find him, I’m gon’ beat his ass.”

You laughed softly at his words. “He started locking me up after that. In the bedroom, in the closet. Anywhere he could. He’d lock me up when he ‘wasn’t bothered to deal with me’.”

Beau cradled your hand in both of his tightly, brows furrowing.

“When he was at work one day, I left.” You whispered. “Packed half of my stuff, put it in my car, and just drove. Ended up in Montana with a flat tire.” You cracked a smile. “You know how it went after that. I ended up here. And just… stayed.”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m proud of you.” He whispered, smiling softly at you. “That must have taken a lot of bravery. To up an’ leave like that.” Beau stared at you with soft and caring eyes. “You’re an amazin’ woman, y’know that?”

You smiled warmly back at him.

“An’ I promise,” Beau brought your hand towards him and held it to his chest, cradling it, “I will catch this bastard before he even touches you again.”

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Beau was woken up by the sound of your heavy breathing from the bedroom. Confused, he sat up, groggy, ears straining to focus on the sound. With concern growing in his chest, he got to his feet, stumbling about for a moment.

He made his way to the bedroom, digging his knuckles into his eyes to wake himself up. “Y/N?” He called out, voice hoarse and scratchy with sleep. “Y’good?”

Your head shot up as he peeped into the bedroom, the concern heavy despite his heavy eyelids. “Fine.” Your breaths were still ragged. It did nothing to convince him. “Just another bad dream.” He hummed and stepped over, sitting down on the edge of the bed by your feet. “Really, Beau, I’m okay.”

“You’re shakin’ like a leaf. Don’t look alright to me.” Beau stared at you worriedly. “C’mon, ‘s just me, honey. Talk to me.”

You refused to look at him.

Beau shifted closer. His finger curled under your chin, nudging your head up. Your eyes locked with his, breath stolen from your lungs. He gave you a comforting smile, his expression so soft and caring. “Please.” He murmured. “Talk to me.”

Something churned in your gut. The way he was looking at you. The way he was speaking. Your entire body got hot.

Without even considering the consequences, you lurched forward, catching his lips in an eager kiss. You’d wanted this for so damn long.

He didn’t move.

God, why wasn’t he moving?

You quickly realised your mistake and separated from him.

Beau was frozen still, absolutely flabbergasted. He didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“I’m so sorry.�� You breathed out, horrified. You’d just fucked this up. He’d been nothing but kind and sweet and caring. An incredible friend. And you’d fucked all of it. “Beau, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have—“

He interrupts you, hands grabbing onto your cheeks and pulling your face towards his. His lips mets yours fiercely, in a kiss that said everything he was too scared to.

It felt better than you’d ever expected it to. He was good at this. His hands tilted your head, giving him the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Your stomach whirled and danced and fluttered, as you allowed him to take the lead, parting your lips as his tongue prodded for access.

You’d been dreaming of this moment. But you’d never dreamt it’d be this good. Your hands latched onto his sleep shirt, kissing him back with equal vigour. It felt like everything clicking into place. His hands left your face, venturing down your body until they grasped onto your waist. This was good. This was right.

He pulled back, just an inch, gasping in air. “Jesus christ.” He whispered breathlessly. He moved forwards again and reconnected your lips. Beau shifted himself, settling further on the bed.

Without disconnecting your lips, he gently laid you down on the bed, loving and careful with every movement he made with you. He hovered above you, your head caged by his hands. You shifted to accommodate his position on top of you.

For a moment, he pulled back, eyes fluttering open. They were dark; darker than you’d ever seen. Full of heat and need and desire. “Do you want this?” He whispered, eyes drinking in your expression.

“Yes.” You breathed out in response. Your hands tugged on his shirt, bringing him down close to you. “I want you.”

He physically shuddered at those words. “You’re sure?”

You nodded immediately, twitching with eagerness. “100%.” You whispered to him, eyes big as they stared up at him.

Beau smiled softly, and leant down to kiss you again. It was gentler this time, and one of his hands began to roam your curves. He took his time to explore every inch, every curve, every dip. Eventually, his hand met the hem of your shirt. He sat up onto his knees, gently pushing your shirt up.

You helped him strip your shirt off your body, watching in amusement as he blindly flung it away. Underneath your sleep shirt, you were bare, leaving your top half fully exposed to him.

His eyes took the sight in, swallowing thickly. “God. You’re so pretty.” He whispered, desire shining in his eyes. He leant down over you again, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, leaving spots of saliva shining on your skin.

Instinctively, your head tilted back, allowing him easier access to the sensitive skin.

He smiled against your neck at that action, peppering kisses over the column of your throat, occasionally nipping, making you giggle. His smile grew, travelling downwards to your chest. Your hands explored his clothed back, as his lips kissed down the valley of your breasts.

Breath hitching, you reached for his shirt, eagerly tugging at it. Beau chuckled quietly at your eagerness, sitting up so you could pull his shirt off over his head.

He watched you, with amusement, as you almost drooled at the sight of his bare chest. Your hands explored the defined muscles, which tensed under your soft hands. Beau smiled at you, admiration in his eyes as he leant back down, catching your lips in a steamy kiss. He departed, and his lips attached to your breast instead.

Your breath stuttered and caught in your throat. “Beau.” You whispered softly, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. Your hands travelled up his back, palms brushing his shoulder blades, and up into his hair.

His hand came up to palm at the other breast, giving it equal attention. He twirled and pinched your nipple, your soft breaths and noises making his pants strain. He moved on from your breasts, trailing kisses down your stomach, giving every inch of your body the attention it deserved. He looked up at you as his hands hovered over the waistband of your sweatpants, searching for consent before he undressed you further.

Immediately, you nodded, eager for his touch.

Beau grinned and hooked his thumbs on the waistband, pulling them down. His eyes drank in the sight of you clad in merely panties as he tossed the sweatpants aside.

You gasped, hips bucking unexpectedly, as his fingers brushed past your wet spot of arousal.

His grin became mischievous. “Look at you.” He murmured, his admiration of you clear. “How long have you been waitin’ for me, huh?” He chuckled, hands gripping onto your hips. “All I’ve done is touch you, an’ you’re soaked.”

You gave him a glare, huffing, squirming under him. “Don’t tease, Arlen.” He laughed quietly. “Like you’re any better.” To prove your point, you reached down, hand cupping the tent in his pants.

He gasped. “Fuck— baby.” His fingers dug into your hips at the unexpected touch from you. His eyes darkened further, and he wasted no more time in tugging down your underwear, letting them join the haphazard pile of clothes skewed on his bedroom floor. He groaned softly, looking down at you, all laid out, eager and needy for him, completely naked and exposed underneath him. “You’re so hot.”

You giggled quietly, hands combing through his hair. Your hips squirmed a little, searching for his touch.

He obliged, kissing his way down your body, until he was at your thighs. His hand brushed you, deft fingers quickly getting to work. He parted your folds, grinning at the sight of your pussy glistening wet.

“Beau.” You whimpered, needy. Your hands blindly found his hair, hips bucking up into his hand.

Chuckling softly, Beau gathered your wetness, fingers easily locating your clit. The moan of pleasure you let out went straight to his dick. He remained there for a few moments, listening to your noises of pleasure as he toyed with your sensitive nerves.

Looking up at you, he watched your reactions, as he slid two fingers inside of you. You moaned, a sweet sound that spurred him on more. He pumped his fingers into you, attentively listening to your noises, quickly learning and adhering to the movements and locations that set you off the most.

Your walls fluttered around his fingers, and he groaned at the tight grip your cunt had on his digits. His dick twitched at the feeling.

Walls clenched and tightened, making Beau aware of your oncoming release. As your soft noises became louder and higher-pitched, he pumped into you a little deeper, knuckle-deep inside of your pussy. He pressed his thumb against your clit with ease, flicking and playing with it, the extra stimulation sending you over the edge.

His deft fingers worked you through your orgasm, leaving you writhing and moaning under him. He pulled his fingers out, leaning back up, catching your lips in another heated kiss. His hands grabbed your thighs, one of them leaving a sticky mess on your skin.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” You whispered against his lips.

Beau laughed at your praise, lifting his head and grinning down at you. “I could tell.” When you rolled your eyes, he laughed again. He lifted his hips a bit as you tugged at his waistband, pushing his sweatpants down. He shimmied them off his feet, letting them fall by the end of the bed.

You groaned at the sight of him on top of you, naked and hard, erection already leaking. “God, Beau.” You hooked one leg around his hips and tugged him, making his tip brush against your pussy. You both moaned in tandem. “I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

He smiled softly down at you. One hand cradled your sweaty face, pushing hair off your cheeks. “Me too, baby.” He whispered, loving. “Been dreamin’ ‘bout being inside of you for a year.”

Arms curling around his neck, you smiled up at him, breathless. Your other leg wrapped around his hips. “Condom?”

“Top drawer.” He chuckled.

Grinning, you turned your head and reached for the drawer, yanking it open. Blindly, you patted around the drawer, until you located a square packet that crinkled under your fingers. You pulled it out. “Mmm, size large.” You teased him, ripping the corner of the packet.

Beau hung his head down and laughed, eyes scrunching. “Shut up, you.”

You giggled, expert hands retrieving the condom from inside the packet.

He watched you eagerly, breath hitching in his throat as you rolled it down his cock. “Fuck.” He hissed, struggling to remain still under the gentle touch. His hips twitched a little, especially when you playfully twisted your hand. “Shit— don’t do that.”

You just laughed at his gasp of pleasure, pulling your hands of him, and winding your arms around his neck again.

Beau smiled at you, catching his breath. “You ready?” He whispered. When you nodded in response, Beau shifted closer to you, pressing his tip against your entrance. Your breath hitched, turning to a moan when he pushed in. “Shit, baby.” He moaned, dropping his forehead down onto your shoulder. He pushed deeper slowly, bottoming out, hips stuttering.

“Beau.” You moaned his name quietly, right in his ear. He groaned softly at the sound. His cock stretched you exquisitely. The fit was snug and tight, and he loved it.

Carefully, he began moving inside of you, strokes gentle and steady. He lifted his head up to look down at you, his elbows caging your head. He let one hand tangle in your hair, hips meeting yours as he pulled out halfway, and then pushed back in fully. “You feel so good.” He whispered breathlessly, his other fist clenching, controlling the urge to thrust faster. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight, baby. So pretty. So perfect for me.”

You moaned under his praise, walls fluttering. Your grip on his hair tightened, one hand falling down onto his shoulder.

He chuckled at your reaction, noting that down. You liked praise. He wouldn’t be forgetting that anytime soon. After a few more thrusts, he began to quicken his pace. His cock twitched inside of you, as he thrust in and out.

Your foot pressed against his ass, guiding him in deeper and faster.

He moaned softly, but did as you insisted. His hips hit yours a bit harder, pulling out all the way and then pushing right back in incessantly. You cried out in ecstasy at the pleasurable, fast intrusion. The pace was steady and just the right speed, as his cock hit the sweet spots inside of you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering, as he fucked you sweetly and lovingly.

“So pretty.” He murmured against your skin. “Don’t know why I waited so long for you.”

You felt the band in your stomach tighten, like it was being pulled and stretched.

Beau felt your walls clench around him, squeezing his cock. He hissed in pleasure, his thrusts becoming jerky for a few moments. He reached down, adding extra stimulation by working your clit. He felt you tighten more and more around him, fluttering and tensing in the most perfect way.

That was enough to make the band snap.

Your head tilted back as you moaned, cumming for a second time. Your release coated over his covered cock, and it sent him over the edge, spilling inside his condom with a grunt and moan. He fucked you through your orgasm, your tight grip on his cock milking him dry.

As you came down, reaching the end of your release, Beau slowed his thrusts. He grunted quietly, breathless as he looked down at you, admiring your fucked-out expression.

He pulled out, the feeling sending another jolt through you. With shaky breaths, he took off his condom, tying it and disposing it in the trash can. He’d empty that when it wasn’t 4am. He turned over and faced you, hand soothing over your hair. “You okay, baby?”

Rolling over to face him, your expression was full of content and admiration. “Better than okay.” You laid a hand on his bearded cheek, thumb stroking his sweaty cheekbone. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that to happen.”

Beau chuckled, hand finding your waist and pulling you towards him, your breasts brushing his chest with the close proximity. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He whispered. “If I’d known you’d felt the same… I would have done that a long fuckin’ time ago.”

Smiling, your thumb traced a line from freckle to freckle on his cheek. “Did we— I mean… is this gonna ruin anything?”

“No.” He whispered, certain. “No.” He repeated. His hand tucked hair behind your ear, brushing it all off of your face. “I don’t regret this. Do you?” You immediately shook your head in repulse. His smile grew. “How ‘bout this? Tomorrow, I’ll take you on a proper date. You, me, Pedro, and a nice dinner.”

Your nose scrunches playfully. “Do we have to take Pedro?”

Beau gasped in mock offence. “Ey!” He swatted your shoulder gently, playful. “I told ya already. Don’t y’be talkin’ ‘bout Pedro like that. He can hear you.” Your giggles made his heart flutter, biting back a loving smile as he just watched you.

This was so right.

“Shower?” He grinned at you.

You grinned back. “Round two?”

He’d intended aftercare — wash you up, make sure you felt okay and clean. But, he guessed that worked too. He could do both, after all. He barked a laugh. “I can work with that.” He sat up and slid off the bed.

You squealed with laughter as he scooped you up bridal-style, carrying you off to the shower.

Yeah, this was how it was meant to be.

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a/n: double update as an apology for the slow updates recently. they finally did it. yippee!!! had so much fun writing this one + adventuring their relationship. if the smut is bad, ignore it - i’ve never properly written it before :(

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Artificiality.

Pairing: Yandere!Dainsleif x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU,  GN!Reader, Implied Sex, Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Mentions of Blood/Injury.

[Part Two]

Dainsleif, your good friend, didn’t like crowds.

He wouldn’t admit him, but it was obvious. You were good at reading him, and even if you hadn’t been, he couldn't really hide it - always edging just a little closer to you than he normally would, or running his hand through his hair as his eyes shifted from your back to the sidewalk to the masses of strangers you were shouldering past, or making a quick grab for your hand before remembering how cool and distant he liked to be and pulling away. It was worse than it usually was today, maybe due to the summer heat or the time of day or the fact that you'd managed to drag him out to the shopping district of all places, somewhere he tended to avoid like one of the mall cops had a warrant out for his arrest. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think that, if it wasn’t for you, he’d never leave his apartment, shun all human and artificial company alike. It was a terrible way to picture one of your closest friends, but still – you wouldn’t say it if part of you didn’t believe it was true.

“Hey,” You called, over your shoulder. He was behind you, his shoulders pushed forward and his head bowed, slightly. He was scowling, but you couldn’t blame that entirely on the crowds. “Doing alright back there, Dain?”

He hesitated, made a throaty sound that might’ve been a scoff, or a sigh, or something else entirely. “I’m fine.”

A lie. A blatant one, at that.

But, that was why he had you, right?

You laughed as you grabbed his hand, guiding him off of the crowded walkway and onto the covered patio of a nearby café, dotted with a few tables and a handful of seated customers but otherwise empty. When he didn’t immediately unwind, you did what you could to set an example – leaning against a white-washed brick wall, tilting your head back, and watching as Dainsleif crossed his arms, shifted his weight, did all the things he usually did when you’d taken him somewhere he didn’t want to be. When he glanced in your direction, you could only shrug, smiling apologetically. “I didn’t think it’d be so busy,” You admitted, nodding towards the rows of packed storefronts in front of you. “Sorry, I should’ve thought about that before I asked you to come. I promise, I just need to do one more thing, then we can leave.”

“I told you, I’m fine.” Stubborn as always, even as he fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket. Maybe that was why he always seemed so uncomfortable, so eager to leave wherever you’d taken him. If you dressed like he did – all long-sleeves, all full-length jeans, all heavy coats and high collars and thick, dark material – you probably wouldn’t want to stand around in the heat for very long, either. “If any of this bothered me, I wouldn’t have come. Besides,” He paused, gesturing vaguely towards the dozen or so plastic, branded shopping bags hanging from your wrist. “Someone has to make sure you don’t spend your life’s savings on… Why are we here, again?”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t answer immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the door to the café opening, a waiter… or, rather, an android being used as a waiter soon stepping out, notepad already in-hand. A Venti, judging by the twin braids, the easy smile he put on as he started towards you, probably mistaking you and Dainsleif for waiting customers. You waved him off quickly, of course, chuckling to yourself as he spun on his heels to tend to another set of patrons. “I’ve told you, Teyvat has a new—”

“Don’t tell me that you’d be interested with someone like him.”

His tone caught you off-guard. Clipped, irritated, laced with a kind of annoyance you couldn’t remember ever hearing from him. You weren’t hurt, but the shock thew you off for a second, your confusion audible in your voice as you tried to respond. “Do you mean that Venti specifically, or…?”

“I—” He pursed his lips, turning away from you sharply. “I mean, don’t tell me you’d be interested in something like that.”

“Oh, a companion droid?” That made more sense. He’d never liked androids, something you could only chalk up to the fact that Dainsleif didn’t like a lot of things – save for you, of course. “You know I’ll never be able to afford one, which is exactly why you're taking me to drool over the new droid Teyvat's releasing today. I've heard it's a Harbinger - one that'll only cost three years worth of rent, for a change.” You straightened your back, perked up, waving for him to follow you as you started back onto the walkway. “Speaking of, c'mon. We should get going before this set sells out.”

There was another scoff, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, a new levity to his voice. You couldn’t help but relax a little, at that. Honestly, you were just hoping he'd have a good time. “Fine,” He said, already falling into line behind you. “If that’s what you want.”

"I couldn't think of anything I'd love more, Dain."

~

Dainsleif, your boyfriend, was touchier than he’d like to admit.

His hands latched onto your waist, your knees planted on either side of him, his face buried in the side of your neck, where he could lap at your skin and moan into the crook of your shoulder as you ground against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. There was a movie playing in the background, one of the B-rated high-fantasy flicks he liked, but you’d lost track of the plot twenty minutes after he’d put it on, and any scraps of dialogue you’d be able to make out were lost under the sound of his hitched breathing, the occasional grunt that’d slip out whenever you rolled your hips in a way he seemed to enjoy.

He pressed a wet, hot kiss into the side of your neck, and you whimpered, bringing your hands up to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips just barely brushing against his toned stomach before he caught your wrists and hauled your own shirt over your head, nearly tearing the fabric in the process. You only laughed, the pitchy sound cut short as he wrapped an arm around your waist and threw you onto his couch – positioned so that he was above you, his chest pressed into yours and your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth was on your neck in an instant, then your collarbone, then your chest, his teeth grazing over your skin with just a little too much pressure and a little too much precision to be purely accidental. You arched into him, your fingers soon tangled in his hair, and he let out a rough groan, nearly too low for you to hear. “Mast—”

He cut himself off, straightening his back, going rigid on top of you. It took everything you had not to laugh. You knew you shouldn’t tease him, not right now, not like this, but still, the temptation was there. “What was that, Dain?”

He hesitated for a long, quiet second, then closed his eyes, melted into you despite the tension still knotted in his posture. “Master…” He trailed off, his voice soft, muted. “Is it… Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Of course.” You did your best to comb through his hair, to as comforting as you could be, given the situation. It took him a moment, but he leaned into your palm, sighing heavily as he started to relax. “It just surprised me a little, ‘s all. I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

You watched as he swallowed, as he lowered himself back down to your chest. “And, I can touch you?”

A little, soft sound of agreement, a gentle nudge lower. “Anywhere you want to.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, didn’t move at all.

Then, he broke out into a small smile, and his eyes fell away from you, his expression softening into something nearly sweet. “I love you.”

You only grinned, sitting just far up enough to kiss the top of his head. “I love you too, Dain.”

~

Dainsleif, your Dainsleif, was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, covered in blood.

That was the first thing you noticed after you bolted awake, panting and still trying to understand what you were looking at, from his torn clothes to the open gash stretched across his chest to the splotches of something dark and wet and drippinglittered across his chest, his hands, his legs. He didn’t have a key, he’d never asked for one, but you hadn’t heard him knock, nor had he turned on any of the lights, done anything aside from stand there and stare at you, not blinking or moving or breathing, from what little you could see. You sat up, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t move to approach you. You didn’t know whether to be scared, or thankful you had a few more seconds to catch your breath.

A few seconds you wasted, of course. He was bleeding, and you needed to know why. “Dain? Are you—”

“They’re bastards.” You almost asked who he was talking about, what he was talking about, but you didn’t have the chance. He was already going on, already rambling, already approaching you with the kind of quick, stilted steps that’d fit something else, something more mechanical than you or him. “All of them – bastards. The Archons were—They aren’t even cheap replacements, they’re killers, and Teyvat, the other androids, all of them, they’re all murderers—"

“Dainsleif.” You started to get up, pushing your sheets aside and moving to stand, but he was already at your side, already trying to take your hands in his. You pulled back, and he let out a frustrated grunt – something you tried to ignore as you continued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and—Did someone hurt you? What happened?”

“They want me dead.” He was smiling, now, grinning wildly. He made another grab for your hands, and when you drew away, he took you by the shoulders, instead, his grip almost tight enough to bruise. “They want all of us dead, Master – everyone from my collection. But, I won’t let them. They can’t kill all of us. They can’t rip off my skin and ruin my mind and send me out as some— some object.” He paused, laughed, dragging you into a sudden, clumsy kiss. You shoved at his chest, bit at his lips, but he didn’t so much as flinch, only pulling away after he’d gotten his fill. “I’ll have to move again. But, you’ll come with me, won’t you? You love me, don't you, Master?"

You opened your mouth, but couldn’t speak. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and before you could stop yourself, your attention fell from his face to his chest, to the tear in his shirt that slit the fabric apart from his neckline to his midriff. You were right about the cut. It was a wound, messy and deep, but it wasn’t bleeding, and the skin around it didn’t look right, too clean, too neat. There wasn’t any muscle, or tissue – just blackness, empty void interrupted by…

By something silver?

Your eyes shot back to his, and for the first time, you noticed how glassy they were, how his skin was just a little too perfect, a little too smooth. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. If you were being honest, you didn’t want him to.

It’d save you the pain of having to wonder why you’d never noticed how unnatural his voice sounded, before.

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[strwberri-milk]

🌼 ~ hellooo!! I was wondering if you could write up a little something! Kaeya with a curly, coily-haired significant other!

Since having that kind of hair texture is uncommon in the canon world of Genshin, I’m curious about how he’d (and any other men that you’d like to talk about) would behave when for instance, the s/o isn’t as ok with Headpats because it ruins their floofy hair.

It would also be neat to see them taking interest in how their s/o looks after her hair and neat little accessories she puts in them too, when she styles it.

i dont have very curly hair so i might not be the most accurate so i just wanted to give that heads up!! also. curly luc agenda is here :)

Coiled hair is definitely not as common. The tightest curls you've ever seen don't even hold a candle to yours, which also means maintaining them can be even more difficult.

Kaeya always seemed a little fascinated with your hair. Whenever the two of you have a moment alone he likes to watch how it moves with you, the way it almost defies gravity and just how fluffy it looked.

He always makes sure not to touch it, worried that he'd ruin whatever intricate style you've done with your hair. However, that doesn't stop him from asking you questions or asking if you're alright with him helping you in whatever way he can.

Kaeya loves being able to pat your head the few times you do let him and wishes he could do it more but most definitely respects your boundary. It's not the end of the world for him but that does mean he's developed a habit instead of cupping your cheek to give you a quick peck whenever he wants to pat your head.

Your hair routine definitely fascinates him too! He loves seeing all the things you pull out and how there's a very strict system that you follow perfectly but he can't figure out what everything is for. He does take note of the products you use to buy you more whenever there's a sale or it seems like you're running low!

Whenever you let him clip things into your hair it sends him over the moon. He does it with such a focus that it makes you laugh, which will make him pout but it's fine because he thinks he's made you look even better than before! If that's somehow possible.

Diluc thought he had curly hair. His hair was prone to be floofy, growing a little more whenever the air was too humid or if he got wet. Kaeya always made fun of him and told him he looked like a drowned rat, but when he saw yours he realised he's got nothing on you.

He knows a little bit about curl maintenance, his coils not nearly as tight but he does take pride in taking care of his appearance as well. This means he has some products you could use in a pinch, or Adelinde might be able to help brush your hair out after the two of you run into the manor after an intense downpour.

With all of this, Diluc is already less inclined to touch your hair. He knows that his hair gets unruly and inexperienced hands touching it can aggravate it but knowing that yours were much tighter than his gave him an appreciation of how annoying your hair could truly be.

Both of you can wake up with the most insane bedhead sometimes and he always gets a nice laugh out of it, glad that he's no longer the only one who wakes up like that in the house anymore. He'll tease you for it sleepily, kissing the little pout off your face off.

When you go all the way into your hair routine he loves to sit off to the side to study it. It seems almost clinical the questions he asks, and you're quick to mess with him and asks if he needs a notepad to take notes with. He just shakes his head, telling you to continue as he observes.

The next time you're out of product you check under the sink, smiling to yourself as you see that Diluc's restocked absolutely everything without hesitation.

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[hannahssimblr]

“Jude,” minutes before the bell rings for the end of lunch, Evan calls me over to him as I pass him, lurking by his locker as he so often is. 

“Yeah?”

“You know Alison Littler, right?”

I saunter over to him, intrigued, and lean against the locker next to his, “Yeah? Why?”

“Do you know where she is?”

“No. Is there a reason I should know?”

“Are you not, like, fucking each other or something?”

I laugh awkwardly, because he doesn’t have to say it like that, and so loudly that at least three passers by heard him. “I dunno, I haven’t seen her since this morning, but we have maths together in an hour. Why?”

“She was supposed to meet me here, that's all, I’ve been waiting for the whole break for her.”

I find this amusing, “How do you know Alison Littler, Evan?”

“Oh, well, you know… everyone knows her.”

“Yeah but I didn’t realise you were on hanging out terms with her. Since when?”

“We’re not,” he says, “and if we were, so what? Would you be jealous?”

“No, I’m just a bit curious about what’s happening here.”

“Is Alison’s business your business?”

I grin, “No, but I’m nosy.”

He gives in reluctantly, “I have something for her. I said I’d give it to her, and she hasn’t turned up. That’s all.”

I shrug, “Okay well, I don’t know what happened, sorry. Can I pass on a message?”

He chews on his lip, “I’d text her again but maybe her phone is dead. If you see her later will you tell her you saw me? Let her know I’ll be here after school until about a quarter past four.”

“Yeah, sure,” I pull back to lightly punch his arm but it makes him flinch and then I feel like I should apologise for frightening him. He’s a bit skittish, and these typical, aggressive boy things I’ve become accustomed to doing likely won't to go over well. “Uh, sorry about-” I say, and my words are clipped short by the abrupt wail of the bell through the narrow hallway. I turn to head toward German class, “Um, so Alison, yeah, I’ll tell her. Quarter past four.”

“Thanks,” He says, and slings his bag over his shoulder as he walks the other way. 

Later, Alison is missing from maths, and now I am distracted by her absence. My eyes keep drifting toward her empty desk, where she is usually perched right in front me, hair draped over the back of her chair and wafting vanilla scented shampoo my way. From where she sits she is right within range for my flirtatious torment, for me to kick the legs of her chair while she tries to draw straight lines with her ruler or poke her with a pen when she’s trying to ask a question, but not today. She’s gone, and I have this strange, niggling feeling that something isn’t quite right. 

I smuggle my phone out of my pocket and text her under the desk. 

You go home sick today? 

“Jude, phone please,” The teacher says, because she’s the type that watches me all class long for even a hint of wrongdoing. She barely lets me away with anything, so usually I have to act out when her back is turned or when she’s gone to the toilet or something. She stands in front of me now and snaps her fingers at me like I’m some kind of unruly feral dog, so I hand my phone over without protest and let her store it in her drawer until we’ve completed our calculus lesson. 

I spend the rest of the class wondering if Alison has texted back. 

“Hey,” before the last class of the day I block Tara Neary’s access to her locker with my body and note the look of utter delight on her face. It is because I am giving her attention, and I’m not blind to the effect I seem to have on these girls. It’s because I’m tall, I think, but so often they shrink back timidly like Tara and gaze up at me through lashes, trembling nervously at their own imaginings of the things they want me to do to them. Her expression quickly turns to crushing disappointment the moment I start quizzing her about Alison. 

“She’s in some of your classes, right?”

“Um, yeah but I don’t know her that well or anything.”

“Really? I thought you hung out.”

“Sometimes,” Tara says reluctantly as she nudges me out of the way to swap the books in her bag with those in her locker, “But I don’t know where she is. She was in chemistry this morning, and she wasn’t in Irish this afternoon,” A shrug, “sorry, I don’t know anything else. She probably had her period and went home or something.” Tara glances at me with some measure of optimism, as though this revelation that Alison does in fact, get a period may have frightened and disgusted me enough to put me off her, but she can try that one with lesser boys. I’ve been so inundated by girls and women my whole life, platonically, familially and romantically that periods of all things do not shock me. There are far scarier things about women. 

“Okay, thanks, well, if you see her tell her I was asking for her.”

“I will.”

She won’t.

Evan is standing forlornly by his locker at the end of the day, and as I pass him I give him the nod. “No sign?” 

“No, I suppose she went home sick.”

“Yeah, I’d say so. See you tomorrow, Evan.”

“Yeah, see you.”

Out by the gates in the hazy light that girl I used to know is there again. She sees me and waves, and this time I cannot pretend that I haven’t seen her back, so I wave too, and there is nowhere to go but past her, so I approach her. 

“What are you doing here?” I say, and I had hoped that my words would come out sounding a bit less accusatory but it’s difficult. 

Leah smiles and wraps her arms around herself to shield from the cold. She’s wearing a coat, but it isn’t thick enough to protect her from this cold snap. “I’m just waiting for someone.”

“A sibling?”

“No.”

I peer at her, wishing I didn’t feel so guarded and suspicious, but my body reacts to her long before I do. Always. “Do you ever think it’s weird that you’re nineteen and you’re still hanging around your old secondary school?”

She scoffs, and I shrug, “Just wondering, like.” 

She fixes her face so that it is soft despite my offensive remarks, nostalgic, affectionate, even, the one she always makes when she looks at me and it annoys me. “Just an acquaintance is all, I said I’d be here at the gates.”

“Right.”

“How’s your friend Jen?”

“She’s doing fine.”

“Oh, that’s good. She was such a nice girl.”

“Yeah, she is,” I almost turn to go before I spin back to her “She’s actually doing really well. She’s sorting everything out and she’s happy.” I’m not sure where this sudden burst of childish venom came from, or whether it’s really true that Jen is sorting things out or if she’s expressly happy, but I say it anyway in defence so that I can prove that she hasn’t turned out the way that many people expected her to.

“Did you hear Pete was put in a psych unit?”

I falter, “Pete Lee?” 

She nods, “He went crazy, apparently, and his dad had to wrestle a knife out of his hand.” 

I remember Pete Lee. He was a quiet, but nice guy. A little weird, sure, but relatively harmless. He liked dance music and always wore these really bright, neon coloured runners. I used to talk to him about games we both played on the playstation and he taught me how to huff deodorant fumes until I felt like I was floating through time and space above the little dingy park where we used to hang out. We were thirteen. Now we are seventeen and Pete Lee is in a psychiatric facility, which makes him the second boy from that small group of peers to have a psychotic break. 

I want to say that Pete didn’t deserve this, that if we’d all been more careful back then with the things we used and the things we developed a taste for then all this wouldn’t have had to happen. But we were barely teenagers, we didn’t really know what we were getting into, someone else should have known better, like Leah, maybe. She was there. She should have warned us that solvent abuse turns to substance abuse so easily that you don’t really see it happening, but I know that it is too much to expect from her, so I don’t say this.

Or anything else aside from, “Oh, that’s really sad.” 

She sighs unhappily, “Yeah, that’s how it goes sometimes.”

“I suppose,” I reply, and begin walking away from her. 

“Will you tell Jen I was asking about her?” She calls after me, and I don’t turn around. 

“Yeah,” I say, though she probably already knows I'm lying.

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#lucky boy 2009 #the reveal #it's leah #but where is Alison? #this storyline is stressing me out #but necessary i guess #tw: mental health #tw: violence mention #tw: drugs #tw: solvent abuse

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I’m back with a cute request✨

Ok you already know it’s genya content! ((GOTTA LOVE MORE GENYA CONTENT😖💜)) something like he saw tanjiro braiding nezukos hair and he thought of reader with a braid, so he awkwardly ask’s tanjiro if he can teach him how to braid hair? And after learning he excitedly try’s to go look for reader and after finding her he offers to do her hair ((extra points if he went to buy a watermelon hair clip or a hair accessory that matches his purple yukata!🤭)) I hope you’re not tired with these genya asks slkdjssj and do take your time! I know ya got other delicious stuff to write✨👀

a/n: ME? TIRED OF GENYA ASKS??? N E V E R ! that would be absolutely CRAY CRAY !!!!!! I LOVEEEEEE LOVE LOVEEE THIS REQUEST. ALL GENYA REQUETSS SJDBDJDJF IM SK EXCITED OMG!!! genya 4 life idc. SO ADORABLE. i've been thinking of this scenario for so long , i think i finally know how to put it in a fic !!! <3333333 xxx I linked the hairpin inspo! it's not exactly what I envisioned but very close!

cant help it.

genya shinazugawa x fem! demon slayer! reader.

It's funny to Tanjiro, the way Genya hides in the corner of the room. He's silent, and his breathing is unnoticeable, even more so with Tanjiro talking to Nezuko, and he would've gone unnoticed, but his scent (and the smell nervousness radiating off of him) gave him away from the start. Genya knows it's not going to be long before Tanjiro notices, and is thankful he doesn't acknowledge him. For the past 15 minutes he's been watching Tanjiros hands, how they delicately braid Nezukos hair. He had walked in just as he finished the first braid, and he had moved onto the next. Genya tried his best to decipher the pattern he was going at, but as he went farther down Nezukos hair, Genya lost track and her thick hair hiding his fingers didn't help. when he first walked in, it was to ask Tanjiro if he'd seen your hairpin around, you'd lost sometime during the day and he was checking the last place he could think of. But, once he saw he was busying himself with Nezukos hair, he'd gotten distracted and allowed himself a few minutes to see what Tanjiro had become so good at. he hadn't known the older Kamado was great at doing hair, he didn't even think tanjiro knew how to do it to begin with.

He lets out a soft sigh, Tanjiro having finished the second braid quickly and moving onto the last. As Tanjiro continues on, he finishes the last braid even quicker and it's then when he notices that the braids mimic Kanrojis. He can't help but picture you in the same exact braid as hers, and he blushes at the thought. You'd said before you always wish you could do style your own hair, and he was always tempted to ask if he could do it for you, but he never knew know how. You'd explain to him in great detail the way you wanted your hair, and he'd listen to you with his utmost attention, trying his best to envision you in his mind. The styles you wanted were beautiful, but too much for your hands alone, you could only do so much. He quietly leaves the room before Tanjiro can acknowledge him, and it's when Tanjiro turns around to see what Genya came for when he's suddenly gone. Tanjiros eyes go wide for a moment before he fondly smiles, 'okay.' he thinks, going back to Nezuko.

Genyas mind was then overtaken with thoughts of you in braids, not just ones similar to Kanrojis but all kinds. Ever since he saw Tanjiro doing nezukos hair, he had noticed just how many different kinds of braids there are, some more compact, some smaller, and some thicker. He decided he wanted to see you in all of them. He figured he could watch Tanjiro again, try to learn from just seeing him do it, but he wasn't sure how to ask, or if he even wanted to ask.

"Did you ever find your hairpin?" he asks, and you look at him before tilting your head back in thought, smiling a little at the thought, at how Genya remembers the smallest things about you and how beautiful the pin was. "No," you exhale, still smiling. "But I hope whoever finds it puts it to good use, it would be a shame if they didn't use it. it was gorgoeus." you both make eye contact and he nods, smiling at you, he loved your beautiful heart, he felt he could drown himself in your aura. you never dwelled on lost items, always assumed it was because someone else needed it more. "it really only fell off because i couldn't put it on properly." you let out a laugh and he lets a small one out, it's contagious. "it still looked beautiful on you," he says, a light pink dusting his cheeks. you giggle, yours also going pink. you push your body closer to him and he indulges in your antics, pulling you closer with the arm over your shoulder. he kisses your head and you kiss whatever you can in your position, both of you laughing of how comforting it is to finally be with each other. you spent the rest of noon huddled together and talking about everything you could think of, parting ways once the sun began to set. You make your way back and Genya makes his way toward where Tanjiro usually is. Hoping he could learn a thing or to from simply observing.

once Genya finally makes his way around the estate, he finally sees Tanjiro and Nezuko, except this time with the love pillar. He internally feels his eye twitch and he waits until their chatter picks up to make his way into the room unnoticed. Once he does, he stands and waits, hoping Tanjiro would be braiding Nezukos hair. Mitsuri is excitedly explaining something to Tanjiro while he intently listens, as does Nezuko who's attention is partly divided on the way her hair moves as she speaks. They all sit down and it's then when Genya notices that Mitsuri is teaching Tanjiro how to braid. He gets closer to see how she does it.

As misturi gently picks up Nezukos hair strands, she giggles at how excited Nezuko gets, becoming still so that she could do her hair. "You've gotten good at this, Tanjiro!" she says, Tanjiro beams, "Thankyou miss Kanroji!" she nods and her smile widens. "The only thing I would remember is that since you haven't done this enough for it to be muscle memory, to take your time!" Tanjiro nods as she slowly shows him how to braid the hair correctly. "Is there a way to make them look less crooked?" he asks, and she nods, "Yes! while braiding it, doing move it around, braid it the direction you want it to land. For example.." She picks up a strand and does a quick braid, braiding it to the left, "Notice how I braided it to the left and it wont stay straight." she smiles proudly and Tanjiro lets out an "oh" of understanding. "I see! Thankyou!" and they continue talking as Tanjiro does a braid with her, learning more techniques along the way. It isn't until Genya hears his name that he's broken out of his thoughts of you. "Would you like to join us Genya?" Tanjiro asks, and at first Genya feels he's being taunted, but once he sees tanjiros smile he realizes it's a genuine question. "Uhm.." he coughs out, "I think, Im okay here." he looks away, flustered at being caught. "I didn't see you there Genya!" Mitsuri says, and genya groans a little, 'crap' he thinks. "Are you sure?" Tanjiro asks, and genya fiddles with his sleeve. "Yes." he says, cussing at himself for saying no when being closer would help him a lot more. Before he could even say anything else, Nezuko gets up and pulls him toward the group, Genya feels put on the spot but grateful for it regardless. Mitsuri laughs and Tanjiro stutters out of nervousness, apolgozing for Nezuko. Genya nods his head as a way to say 'It's fine' and he looks down. "could you guys maybe teach me how to.." Genya trails off, noticing all eyes were on him. "uhm.." he hesitates before pointing to his hair, "braid?" he states. Tanjiro quietly gasps and smiles while Mitsuri claps her hair together, "Ofcourse!" she says, forcing him to sit down and getting straight to the point. Throughout the night, they all find themselves connecting. Mitsuri grateful for his now calm demeanor and Tanjiro curious as to why he was interested in braiding. Nezuko was just happy to be having her hair braided.

Genya picked up on it fast, having learned alot better from it upclose. He had trouble with knotting hair, but otherwise it was 'perfect!" according to Mitsuri. Once she leaves and Nezuko is asleep, Tanjiro asks the lingering question. "Hey Genya?" Genya looks at him, "hm?" Tanjiro bashfully smiles before asking, hoping he doesn thit a nerve. "Is there a reason for wanting to learn?" Genya's eyes widen and he looks up at the ceiling before looking back at Tanjiro. "Oh, uh, yeah, there is." Tanjiro looks at him expectantly, "y/n." Genya says, a fond smile gracing his features. Tanjiro can smell love, and it makes him feel warm. He was glad he finally found you, Genya seemed more content with himself. "I thought, she would look great with her hair braided. She mentioned she always wanted to style it, she just didn't know how. I would like to do it for her" Tanjiro nods, "That is very kind of you Genya!" and its that sentence that makes Genya feel flustered. Had Nezuko not ben asleep, he probably would've screamed at him and ran out. For now, he stuck with wide eyes and furrowed brows. Before he can say anything, Tanjiro hums, "Why don't you help me braid Nezukos hair until you feel confident with your skills! I braid it almost every night, we could maybe even learn a different stylee than miss Kanrojis!" He seemed excited, and genya could learn more, so he nods, taking his offer and leave. Thanking him for the good night.

For about two weeks, Genya goes to Tanjiro and Nezuko, learning more and more. He can do a braid efficiently, and make it look good, priding himself with the fact that he learned faster than Tanjiro. It's another night where he's at that point, just helping Tanjiro finish Nezukos hair faster, Genyas side looking more neat. 'Must be because he thinks of y/n' Tanjiro thinks. They talk about small things, and it stays a comforting amount of quiet sometimes, but once they got back to the braid topic Tanjiro asks about the first time he caught him. "I will say though Genya, the first time you came to the room, I didn't have enough time to ask you anything." Genya laughs, "yeah, I just didn't want to intrude." Tanjiro hums, nodding. "Were you going to ask me for help on learnign to braid?" Genya, out of instinct was going to nod yes, but he catches himself and shakes his head no. "No, actually. I was there to ask if you'd seen y/n's hair pin. It had fallen out, and I guess I just got distracted." Tanjiro gasps, "what did it look like?" Genya thinks for a moment, trying to recall the smallest details. "It's silver, and the design is wisteria flowers. There are two pearls that hang from the end of it." Tanjiro thinks for a moment, "I did see it! " Genya looks at him to continue, listening intently. "One of the lower rank slayers found it and kept it while training. She seemed very excited about it.. I didn't think much of it." Genya sighs, and Tanjiro cocks his head in confusion. "y/n won't take it away from the slayer, she probably thinks it was meant to find the slayer. but I know she really loved the pin, it's why she rarely wore it." Tanjiro furrows his brows in sympathy, "oh.." Genya then swears he can see the lightbulb atop tanjiros head "wait! there's a festival being held tomorrow night in the near by village! most the markets there sell accessories! Would you like to come with me? I'll be there with Kanao, Nezuko, and Aoi." Genya thinks for a moment, he was ready to say yes but he only really spoke to Tanjiro. 'This is the only chance to find a hair pin.' he thinks, and nods hesitantly. "alright."

You and Genya wake up with both your limbs entangled with eachother, your grogginess making it difficult to escape the knot you two created with your bodies. You give up on finding a way out and nuzzle yourself further into Genya, trying to melt into him. He groans softly at your movements and tightens his grip on you, you kiss his neck and sigh as your heartbeats gently start synchronizing once you both get chest to chest. You both stay there for a moment before you hit him with your forehead. "get up" you say, and he snorts, eyes still closed. "you first" he says, and you giggle at that. "i can't, im stuck" he opens his eyes and looks down at you both, "looks like we're staying here then" and you both laugh. Genya sits up and gently removes his legs from yours, bringing your arm up and kissing your wrist. "we gotta get ready, huh"' you say, fondly smiling at him. he nods his head yes and you groan, giggling mid way. He picks you up bridal style and sits you down infront of your mirror, you look at him confusingly as he begins to make his way around the room, "what are you doing?" you ask, and he perks up once he grabs a box. "your hair." and he smiles at that, you perk up and smile wide at him, "really?" you ask, and he kisses your cheek, nodding yes. You drift between awake and asleep as he does your hair, his movements are gentle and all you can think about is him, not the fact that your about to go against most of your comrades. it's the biggest training day, and those who succeed will be trained with higher level techniques. He then makes his way infront of you, fixing up your hair and making it look effortless, disregarding the effort he put into it. He smiles, "done." and he moves away from the mirror. you gape at how gorgeous the braids look, and excitedly hug him, throwing you both onto the ground. you both laugh as he holds you tight, and pinches your side. "I have one more thing." he says, and you look at him in confusion before climbing off. he grabs the box he had picked up earlier, and it's then when you allow yourself to indulge in the way his hands look. his hands could be sculpted and recorded as the prettiest hands in history, you think.

He pulls out a metallic purple flower hairpin with black beads that dangle from it, it's elegant, and matches his yukata. you smile, but then he pulls out another, its red and similar in style with green leaves sticking off the red flowers. little glass watermelon slices dangle from it, and you smile wider at that. "pick your poison" he says, sticking them out to you. you pull him toward you from his collar and he burns red at that, "i choose you" and with that you kiss him. It's sweet tasting and Genya feels fire in his chest. He has a hard time pulling away. You pick both from his hands and inspect them, deciding to wear the purple and black one. You thank him and hug him tight before you both part to finish getting ready for the day.

funfact(s)!

You wear the watermelon pin whenever you and Genya go on dates, but wear the purple and black one everyday and everywhere. It's become such a staple that even a few demons recognized you from your hair pin.

Mitsuri's heart warms up when she sees your hair, knowing that it's genya who does it. He does many different styles and even helped you create your visions.

Tanjiro began to learn your signature hair style because Nezuko began to ask for it.

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TBB S3 E11 Reaction

I’ve watched this episode multiple times already but honestly it doesn’t get any easier. Here we go I guess 😩

- This droid guy looks like the one from episode 4. They’re kinda cute

- The return of Mel! (And Phee 😁)

- Both of them are in a mood 😆. What trip did they just get back from to make them so cranky? Love the throwback to Skara Nall too.

- Noooo not CX-2 😭

- He’s a sneaky boi

- I knew that Phee would inadvertently be how the coordinates to Pabu would be found 🥺🥺

- I’m just now noticing that the back office is playing music and that’s probably why Phee can’t hear the alarm go off. That is hilarious and also very frustrating 😅

- Of course the droid thinks it caused the alarm somehow

- There’s no way downloading someone’s flight log goes that quickly but okay

- Ooooh my girl knows something is up! Her spidey pirate senses are going off. Aghhhh if only she had been a second sooner!!

- If CX-2 ISN’T Tech there is zero reason why he would have stayed behind to watch Phee leave before he snuck off. Also how is he so incredible at hacking into and decoding things 👀

- Ugh I just want a show of Phee and Mel adventures around the galaxy!

- Why is his ship so freaking cool. These maps are incredible.

- Reallyyyy wanna get CX-2’s helmet off 😭

- Aw Pabu is so beautiful in the sunset

- Ha! I knew the boys would try to leave after Ventress warned them it was too dangerous to stay on Pabu. Hunter might be slow sometimes but he’s not completely stupid guys

- Aw poor Wrecker just wants an ice cream

- Crosshair shakes his head at him 🤣

- The little clone cadets outfits are so cool!!!

- Not going to lie, the first time I watched this was the closest I had cried all season. Tech’s goggles and Lula being placed in the Archium is so heartbreakingly fitting 💔

- Wrecker and Gonky banter 🤩🤩🤩 Gonk is such a part of the family I love it soooo much

- Okay seriously how is CX-2 able to both know he’s tripped a proximity sensor AND turn it off?? Come on

- I just realized how he knows where the cave is too. If he tracked Phee’s flight log it must have shown exactly where she normally landed

- Ugh that gold and purple is just too beautiful. Can Pabu be a real place that I can go to?

- Hunter’s spidey senses are also on alert. And I love how close he and Crosshair are again, their pre-Order 66 bond has been restored and is even deeper. Crosshair is attuned to when Hunter’s senses go off. And their helmets sitting together on the cart is so cute 🥹

- No NO no NOOO Nooooo. This moment was ruined by the Star Wars marketing team so it honestly didn’t hit as hard as it would have otherwise, but 😭😭😭. RIP Marauder. You will live on in our imagination

- I still can’t believe that they somehow heard our outcry about what would happen to Gonky, Lula, and Tech’s goggles if they blew up the Marauder, and decided to save EXACTLY those three things 🤣 (and Wrecker. So glad Wrecker is “relatively” okay, poor boy)

- Hunter’s slooow helmet turn until we see the starship above the island. Phew. And the Imperial March coming in.

- Omega comforting Batcher 😭😭😭

- Having LAATs swoop down into a town like that would be terrifying

- Man, where’s Maarva when you need her. Fuck the Empire

- “Search every domicile until you find her” is going to go down in Star Wars quote history

- I was genuinely afraid they were going to burn the whole island

- I’m sorry but I just can’t take the backpack clips on CX-2 seriously

- Batcher baby no! (Also genuinely thought we were going to lose her for a second)

- Damn Hunter. Nothing makes him shine like hand to hand combat and other things 🥵

- He’s never been hotter honestly

- Alright how in the world is CX-2 so good at *everything*. I’m honestly getting a little annoyed at it.

- Crosshair’s face 😭💔😭 he’s never looked more scared and pleading than when he says his baby sister’s name

- I’m kind of surprised that they didn’t just burn down the town anyway. Either CX-2 is just trying to be super efficient/he doesn’t care past accomplishing his mission, or the Empire gets much more petty and cruel by Kenobi and Rebels

- It’s so interesting to me how touchy CX-2 is with Omega. Why all the shoulder pushes? Shoulder touches are very much a form of affection and communication among clones. Has that impulse in him just been turned to violence?

- Sooo…we basically will never get wet hair Hunter 🤣🤣🤣 I’ll take this much dripping and cute Batcher scratches compensation though

- Okay. I’m just going to say it. The way they chose to have Crosshair miss the tracking device was so disappointing to me. Not the fact that he missed, but how he missed. Having him be distracted and fend for his life and be late for the shot was great. But I wish they had brought his hand tremble into play here as the main mechanism behind why he missed. They’ve been building that up all season and it would have made perfect sense. Instead he rushes and like trips and just shoots too early? So out of character. I didn’t like it and still don’t :(

- Welp, Omega seems to be less worried than we are. We’re in the end game now folks 😳 this music is awesome too

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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there’s a honey

ao3 link here

(15k words)

some tags: Porn with some plot ; Switching ; Flirting ; Awkwardness ; we love an enby who uses gendered language in genderfucky ways ; guy and his inability to stfu /pos ; No beta we die like xavier ; yall have met crow already. let me introduce you to sage ; Overuse of italics ; so many italics

its finally here! my 15k word guy/honey smut :] today is also (what i consider) my one year redacted listening anniversary. this series has meant a lot to me during the past year, and im very happy to have found out abt it when i did.

so, here's a fic that i hadn't originally planned on posting for my one year, but hey, guess now's as good a time as any to post it!

a reminder: this fic is 18+/NSFW.

a snippet under the cut

They hated to admit it, but kissing Guy was very quickly becoming their favorite thing to do. Not that they would ever admit that to him, of course. They had an image to maintain. But in their mind, they could think about kissing their boyfriend all they wanted. The quick pecks in the morning before he rushed off to work, the slow kisses they would share while he cooked dinner (because despite working almost every day in a pizza place making pizzas for sometimes ten hours or more in a single day, Guy liked cooking for the two of them), the multiple pecks across their face as he tried to distract them from something, mostly their work. There was something about Guy that made them act like— this . Like some kind of punch-drunk teeanger experiencing their first real relationship. Butterflies in their stomach, face constantly flushed anytime they looked at him, feeling flustered when he would say their name, all of the stuff that they had never experienced before. Guy surely was giving them the real “boyfriend experience” that they had only read about in high school. Speaking of their boyfriend— Sage looked up from their phone at the sound of the bell ringing out as the door into Max’s Rustic Pizza opened, and rolled their eyes at Guy’s frazzled grin and wide-eyed stare at his partner. Sage was leaning against the hood of their car, headphones on and blasting music, though it had been turned off and the headphones had been moved to hang around Sage’s neck. Guy looked them up and down, eyebrows wiggling enticingly, and Sage made a disgusted little noise they didn’t mean, which only made Guy laugh. Like Sage wasn’t just wearing jeans and a hoodie. He was ridiculous sometimes. “Hey there, hot stuff!” Guy called out, leering closer to his partner and arching an eyebrow. “Who are you waiting for, huh? Certainly someone as hot as you managed to bag someone as equally hot, right? I just know they’ve gotta be charming and handsome, and extremely funny, too!” He grinned, and Sage elbowed him in the arm, not hard, but sharp enough to make him recoil back and hold his arm. “Ow! I was complimenting you, what’d you do that for?” “Never call me ‘hot stuff’ again, first of all,” they retorted, adjusting their position against their car and tugging their hoodie around their shoulders tighter as a sharp wind tore through the air. Even though it was April and most of the days were getting warmer and warmer, the occasional chilly day still popped up, and today was one of them. “Second of all, I’m waiting for you , so I can go back to the apartment and finally play Zelda since you wanted to watch me play it instead of playing it yourself.” “Aww, c’mon, honey,” Guy crooned, resting one hand on the hood of the car and leaning his hip against it, tilting his head to peer at them with his (really fucking pretty, goddamn this fucking guy—) hazel eyes. “You know why I like watching you play it—you get so into the game, it’s adorable!” “It’s adorable when I’m screaming ‘fuck’ at the Lynels for killing me for the fifth time in a row? Or that one time I got so angry when I fell off a cliff and clipped through the world and lost all my gear that I had to go into my room before I punched our TV?” They deadpanned, eyebrow raised in question, and Guy nodded and grinned, biting his bottom lip like he was trying (and failing) to contain his excitement.  “Mhm!” He brought his other hand to scratch at his head, a habit he had. “I mean, you’re just so good at the game, so it’s hardly fair for me to even play it! It’s much better as a viewing experience anyway, especially with my head in your lap. I mean, the only way it would be an even better viewing experience would maybe include me on my knees. Or maybe with my head between your—” Sage slapped Guy’s arm again, ignoring the way their face felt flushed at what their boyfriend was insinuating. “Not in public, you—!”

continue reading here!

#dog.txt #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #guy #honey #redacted audio guy #redacted audio honey #ao3 fanfic #whining mutt #mdni #nsft

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Thoughts about Gabriel ultrakill and the heavenly council

okay okay okay okay okay so

i’m assuming this is referring to the tags i rbed that one post with so. youngings avert your eyes maybe idk how deranged i’ll get while typing this

gabriel ultrakill has such an impossible appeal to me and i’m going to attempt to put it into words

first of all. look at him. he’s so fucking pretty it’s insane have you seen that guy he’s beautiful in a way i can’t wrap my head around

he acts the way he acts he gets beat for the first time ever literalky ever by a machine and falls in love with it but mistakes that love for hatred and then when he reports back to the council they blame him for getting his ass handed to him like hello ???? you can’t just do that to him this is not what this post is supposed to be about im getting off topic

the way he acts his character his flow hsi jehevrnrgehrgrgrhuuuuuggaggggggggghh he triggers such a primal carnal desire within me that i’ve not felt my entire life until i witnessed him do you fucking grasp how much just how much i need to just be Near him do you understand how much i want to just hold his hand or to grab his stupid tiny little waist i want to place my hands on him in any kind of way okease oh my god please i need to cling to him i NEED to watch him do common normal things like twisting a doorknob or tie a knot oh my god i need to see him tie a knot you know how you have to pull the strings taut i need ti see him di that i need to see him lift something slightly heavy i need to watch him throw something into the air and catch it or alternatively i need to see him almost not catch it and do that jolt thing people do when they almost drop something to catch it i need to see him do that i need ti see him grip something i need to watch him stand up from a sitting position i need to watch him forget the direction he’s supposed to be going in and then do that weird pause and glance around before turning around and speed walking in the opposite direction i need to see him pick up a spherical object and watch the way his hands wrap around it i need to watch him reach around to try and grab something slightly out of reach

i need to jump on him i need to cling to him i need to climb all over that guy i need to feel the ridge of his spine i need to watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows or speaks i need to watch his throat do that when it’s like you know when you lean your head back and the skin over your neck is pulled taut and the movement of yiur throat is much more significant i need to see him do that i need to watch him preen his wings i would collect his shed feathers and keep them in a little box or put them on a necklace and he’d be like Why Do You Have Those and i’d be like 😊😊😊😊😊😊 i think his wings are so fucking pretty i also think they’d be warm like they change temp depending on his mood notmally they’d be relatively warm like a heated blanket enraged they’d be like the temp of the surface of the sun and ecstasy they’d be even hotter donyou get me

there are so many things i think about him i have no words for them i just think he’s so catastrophically attractive ok in every way possible my view on him varies all the time sometimes i’m like Wow I’d Really Like To Be Friends With That Guy and other times i’m like I NEED HIM IN ME ummmmmm thats

okay getting only slightly more unhinged i’ll cut it here just in case cause we’re enterying hornypost territory

do you understand the amount of lust my body contains for gabriel ultrakill i would love to be pinned down by that guy by the shoulders or to have his hand run along the length of my spine or against my jaw i need to press my body up against his i don’t care how i just need to Touch him i NEED to hear that archangel whimper (<- listened to the gabriel whimpering audio clips 67 times) i need that guy down my throat uhhhhmmmmmm yeah i’m cutting that one short it seems my rational mind has finally kicked in

have fun reading my category 7 autism event

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #oopsies ! #haha unmmmmm #that’s okay #suggestive #i’d add more tags but #uh #| okay i had to edit all tags from this one forward in because someone walked in my room as i was typing #and i frantically hit post to get it off my screen #as i was saying #id ad more tags but this little tangent here absorbed so much of my brains ability to describe things #but hey #if i have another wet dream about gabriel tonight i’ll keep you guys posted j guess #i’m sorry #matryx speaks #mail

[queenimmadolla]

really sucks evie got ran off for her age gap fic where the reader was an adult but now we're seeing a lot of people in the Fandom make excuses for joes character in hoard where he's 30 sleeping with a 17 year old

I havent been present, so im not sure whats going on but i would like to give my opinions on that film. i do intend on watching, i have a friend who has spoken with Luna and i’m sure its not meant to glamorize their completely inappropriate relationship. if anything it highlights this and shows just how fucked up they and their relationship are. Shows that its not something to yearn for and depicts why trauma bonding can also be detrimental.

What Michael is doing, regardless of his trauma and hers, is not right and this is made obvious.

I don’t plan on writing for Michael and I have him filtered out in my tags just because i dont want to come across works that romanticize him because I’m sure thats not what Luna wants and intended for, but i am excited to see Joseph’s range of acting and saura’s big debut, as it’s promising to be a strong one.

Now onto the evie thing. I haven’t been shy about this, but I (along with numerous others) am 99.9% sure the people whom harassed her over that were other writers. I cant prove it, because they’re anon hence that .1%. But the fact that when posts about hate goes around, all writers want to focus on is the anon kind (when sometimes its not anonymous, its just behind the scenes stuff that doesn’t quite play out in public) is kind of a red flag, as sometimes i have been quite apparent that it’s not just anon in posts and yet that is still what the spotlight is on. Most of the time, the people behind those anons are other writers—sometimes writers whom we interact with, interacted with, or writers who just hate from afar. So it wouldn’t surprise me at all to know there are hypocrites around, although Evie wrote for characters above the legal age limit (so not even the legal age), with an age gap. She did not write underage age gaps or just-of-age age gaps.

I did see the excitement people had about writing for Michael for a second a while back, though it didn’t last long because people did their due diligence and hopped off the hype train to wait for the movie to drop—again, romanticizing this is the last thing Luna wants. The sex scenes, the flirting, its not inherently depicted as romantic. Its just filmed in a real perspective. That first clip made me heavily uncomfortable and that was the point. I understand people are fans of Joe, strictly, so the sex scenes are what they want to see, but I’ll be watching Michael on screen—not Joe—so I’m already aware those sex scenes are going to make me incredibly uncomfortable. So, I’m hoping people will take what Luna’s trying to convey from this and not just a flash of some ass and a couple thrusts.

#$ replies #hoard 2023 #luna carmoon #michael hoard #joseph quinn #joe quinn

[allnewbananasong]

Do you have any advice on how I can learn angles,poses etc...?

@xoxod3v1l I am quite literally the last person you should be asking for advice cause I am below subpar… but I will share a few things I’ve picked up.

I know people hate to hear it, but practicing is your friend. I know a lot of people suggest using reference photos, but the way I learned was from real life; I watch people in motion as opposed to a photograph. There’s nothing wrong with photos, but I find them to be constricting when you are trying to convey some semblance of movement in your image. When I lived in the city, I used to take a sketchbook to the mall, sit in the food court, and just draw what I saw in motion. They weren’t always carefully crafted and proportionate; a lot of the time, I just scribbled stick figures with a bit of meat to them. Because your subject is on the move, you have to draw quickly if you want to develop what you see into a specific pose. I’ll use a feral Swiss as an example: instead of finding a photograph/reference photo, I played a video clip of the ghoul losing his little ghoul mind on loop and tried to feel what he was trying to say with his body. I wasn’t sure how I wanted it to look, so I scribbled out several “stick figures” before I found one I felt like developing into a sketch. I keep the scribble off to the side as my “reference photo” and just build off of that. I developed the pose by alternating between watching him move in the video and what my mind’s eye was seeing in a stationary image.

Sometimes I don’t draw stick figures first. Sometimes I just start build-a-ghoul and go from there. I think about how my body feels as I draw, using my mental map of my body as a reference. Being aware of how your body feels as you draw is helpful because I feel like it helps assist me in developing what kind of pose I’m trying to say. Drawing is a conversation with yourself; your mind is talking to your body about what the body has to say, and then your body responds with its own advice. From there, the mind starts talking to your drawing hand until you find what you like on the canvas, using loose strokes as you go (I find keeping my hand loose as I draw gives my brain less time to fret over getting it perfect on the first go).

Once you map your body on the canvas, then you can flesh it out a little more. You can be a little more defined with your strokes, because you have a stronger feeling as to what you are trying to say with your pose.

I stroooongly recommend looking into drawing lessons. They don’t have to be a formal school setting; I learn a lot from artists that post their creative process. Not just step-by-step tutorials, but how they form what they want to convey. Watch people livestream their drawings as they’re doing them. Watch time-lapse videos from start to finish. Aaron Blaise has some really good videos, and I’ve downloaded quite a few of his lessons (creatureartteacher.com). My best advice though is to draw from real life. Reference photos are fine, of course, I use them from time to time, but I personally like the touch of learning to draw quickly from moving subjects. That was where I first started learning to draw. It helps you develop a sense of movement and bodily awareness as you draw. Kind of a holistic approach to drawing, I guess lol; I usually draw by feeling the pose in my body, over replicating the pose from a picture. Warm up before you start drawing; it doesn’t have to be good, it doesn’t have to be proportionate, no one ever has to see it. I currently have 306 canvases open in my drawing program, and I’d say a good 289 of them are just warm up sketches. Sketches I’ll one day close without ever sharing. Don’t get too attached to your warm up sketches (unless you plan on developing them into a more coherent sketch later). Warming up is pretty much the only time I’ll use reference photos; any other time, I’m using gifs/videos/models in motion. The pose will make itself known from there.

But seriously, my art is terrible so… sorry if this doesn’t help any. 😅

Also sorry for how long this post ended up being….

#fanart #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #ghost #ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #art advice #bad art advice

[sandsofdteam-moved]

yeah George is right at the end of the thread, giving attention to these kinds of clips constantly is just Not Constructive in any way, shape, or form. I get wanting apologies but people get their undies in a twist over things that were privated or deleted or just flat out old, essentially things people KNOW are bad and have taken the time to distance themselves from. I’ve literally watched dteam change their joke style and become better people in the last 2 years as fans have shown them that the shit they’ve learned from worse gaming spaces in the past are offensive at best and incendiary at worst for those already down the pipeline.

I think it’s stupid for anyone to delude themselves into thinking more shit isn’t going to come out, since the global elite rank we laud George for means he’s sat in 2014 cs:go lobbies for an unfathomable number of hours. If you’d grown up in gaming spaces before that, all those lobbies will do is solidify the shitty rhetoric and attitude more, and the mc pvp scene wasn’t (n honestly still isn’t) that pretty either, which is where we know most of the munchy crew comes from. More shit about them will come out, I’m sure of it, but George and Sap have been at the front lines of seeing Dream be publicly lambasted for every single wrong he’s ever committed, regardless of its actual weight, so they’ve in turn changed too. Nearly every actual controversy the dt have been in and apologized for recently have been for things that are not public because they know they were wrong, and have grown as people from it.

I understand that people are upset and it takes a hot sec to reflect on but the 2010s gaming space was not the comparatively utopian space we have now, even in the minecraft youtube community. The things we see show up about all of them were just things people said. Doesn’t make it right, doesn’t defend them from lacking the common sense to not say those things, but the average gamer gave much less of a shit about who they could be hurting when they’re going for maximum damage on an opponent’s psyche to win. If that means throwing around slurs and racism and misogyny no one gaf as long as they won. Unlearning that is difficult, considering how kneejerk of a reaction it is for people (just look at sap’s last ‘aids’ comment and his immediate apology and regret), but dnf who have seemingly distanced themselves from fps lobbies where this is more common have very obviously made conscious changes that show they’re better. (This isn’t to say it’s sap’s fault either, he just happens to like the mechanics of fps games where this behavior is unfortunately still prevalent in the player base)

All these public manhunts do is hurt more people, and the more attention we as a community bring to them the more likely they are to be spread around in bad faith aka hurting dt’s reputation instead of wanting clarification on them being better. I get wanting apologies, I do, but sometimes it’s better to leave things in the past and make a decision for yourself about if you think a content creator has changed. We don’t know them, but imo the things they present publicly nowadays simply don’t reflect the same person in those clips, same goes for someone like Phil who had 10+ year old clips dug up solely to add him to a cancel thread about sbi. The more attention we give to things like this the more frequently they’re likely to get dug up and the more people are going to get hurt from behavior that has changed.

Idk I think the proper mindset is to face the fact they were shitty people in the past, likely including their first few months as content creators under their current names. But their audience has taught them so much and their regard for what they say has changed substantially and for the better, so why drag them back to where they used to be? How can people be encouraged to change their beliefs if the only thing that they receive in exchange is the fact that they were a bad person hung over their head forever? If they’ve truly changed and learned, the guilt is already there. If you decree their actions were too much, leave of your own accord. Putting his foot down was the best possible thing to do in a situation like this, making sure that people are aware there’s more stuff likely out there, but discouraging using someone’s past, which is often deeply buried under privacy measures, to define them.

#discourse #preaching to the choir ikik #especially here more people use their brains than on twitter #but I just needed to rant a little about the general situation that happens time n time again for the dt #this might be one so just as a tag #long post

[lunanoc]

xiaoge (and liu sang if you want to) for the ask meme 👀

sorry for the late reply that I’m writing while procrastinating on other things but thank you for asking! <3

Xiaoge 

My first impression

I honestly can’t remember all that well because it was such a long time ago, but when I first discovered Daomu Biji, it was through PingXie clips on twitter from Ultimate Note, and because I had nothing to do and found them cute I ended up finding a carrd where someone gave a barebones rundown of what you had to know to not be extremely confused if you wanted to watch it. The way Xiaoge was described in it and his initial appearance in Ultimate Note made me think he was the quiet warrior stereotype that felt a lot of things strongly but just didn’t express them openly, a lot introverted and a little lost in a lost puppy kind of way

My impression now

Xiaoge to me now is multifaceted in ways I feel deserve their own separate post, but I’m going to tl;dr it as in some ways, I feel like he’s almost a subversion of the stereotypes he’s presented as. So much of Xiaoge’s character arc both in the present timeline and in past events is about his dehumanization, but that dehumanization isn’t purely about the ways others treat him, it’s also in the way he himself has become “other”. The Three Days of Silence extra goes into this the most explicitly, but the llama at the temple wants Xiaoge to carve a statue out of a stone by infusing emotion into it because he feels that “no man is a stone”, that is it say that no human being is without emotion, and only by proving that he can feel can Xiaoge prove that he’s human. But the problem is that by that point Xiaoge, both by circumstance and by design, to all intents and purposes has become a stone in some respects in terms of his distance to people on a personal level. It’s not an accident that Wu Xie often compares him to a god or to Buddha with no passions or desires of his own, because it’s what he’s been made to be, and his indifference, that’s a defining character trait, isn’t feigned. It’s genuine.

So Xiaoge’s character development very much revolves around breaking free from his identity as a tool and as something almost akin to a bodhisattva to obtain his own identity as a human being that can connect with others.

It’s more complicated than that and I’m generalizing, but I feel that Xiaoge is someone who’s inherently merciful and kind, but is also generally speaking not invested in most people on a personal level, mostly because forming a connection with anyone is an exercise in futility, both because Xiaoge’s life experience and what “fate” has imposed on him make it difficult for people to relate to or understand him, and also because that distance means most people will inevitably only want to use him. But he does care about the people who’ve successfully forged a connection with him, he just shows it through actions, not words. Is he also a little awkward in interpersonal relationships sometimes? Yeah that too

Favorite thing about that character

Probably the fact that despite everything he’s gone through he’s Daomu Biji’s goodest boy. He’s kind in a completely uninterested way. That and how much of a troll he is that’s the Zhang in him coming out

Least favorite thing

Maybe that he’s so flippant about his own well-being and bodily comfort. He tends to view himself as an extension of a purpose and is in general very pragmatic, but because of how removed from people and humanity he is, it means he doesn’t really take himself into consideration much over the people he cares about. There a bit in the Fishing King extra where he slashes his own hand open and when Wu Xie later realizes it, he asks Xiaoge if it hurts, and he replies that it doesn’t. And Wu Xie doesn’t comment on it, but his overall internal thought process is a bitter “of course it doesn’t hurt”

Favorite line/scene

Trying to pick a scene that’s about him specifically and honestly the entirety of the stories about when he’s doing his release into the wild during the Tibetan Sea Flower flashbacks. Jaded and ruthless baby, but even before he was ever Zhang Qiling he was still more humane than everyone around him despite having been used as a disposable blood bag by his own family

Favorite interaction that character has with another

Everyone’s expecting the “If I disappeared no would notice” scene with Wu Xie but you know what I’m gonna go with something else even if that scene is up there.

In the Fishing King extra when Wu Xie goes to fist bump him because they beat Pangzi at rock paper scissors and Xiaoge doesn’t understand so they stare at each other awkwardly and he ends up covering Wu Xie’s fist with his hand like ‘paper’ my heart

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

To be honest Xiao Hua or Huo Xiuxiu? You don’t ser much of those three in the same room but I imagine Xiaoge and Xiao Hua would be a very efficient, pragmatic and silent duo

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

Not entirely because I don’t think I know any character that’s exactly like Xiaoge, but a little bit Shenhe from Genshin. Emotionally restrained to the point of lack of emotion but by design, mistreated as a child, also a little bit of a troll and straightforward when confronted with people with bad intentions. Also very combat efficient.

A headcanon about that character

I don’t know if I have a really big one besides I like the headcanon that Xiaoge is ace or demisexual? I have a hard time picturing him having had any kind of romantic relationships and to be honest even casual sex doesn’t feel likely to me just because even that requires having some form of interest in the other party which Xiaoge doesn’t ever really seem to have. But who knows what he might have had to do out of necessity or if there were people he’s forgotten

A song that reminds me of that character

This is really hard but I haven’t found anything more fitting than ‘The Ghost on the Shore’ by Lord Huron

An unpopular opinion about that character

I had to think about this a little but if I had to pick something it might be the fanon perception of Xiaoge as a ‘feral cat’ that Wu Xie and/or others have ‘domesticated’. Part of it is personal interpretation, because I feel like he’s hardly feral considering outside of crisis situations he’s probably one of the most chill characters in Daomu Biji. But it also feels… I don’t know dismissive? To be calling him that when Xiaoge being out of touch with most people on a personally involved or intimate level is the fruit of so many things outside of his control he’s been subjected to. He’s spent the better part of his life being subject to the whims of an unnamed entity that uses him as it sees fit for an agenda the reader only knows exists let alone what it entails. He’s seen people at their most vile, been used by people in the most vile ways, and that mixed with his sense of duty as Zhang Qiling and his age (though he was already jaded even as a teenager before he was ever made into Zhang Qiling) has made him into someone who wanders the world without any real connection to the people in it. For a very long time Xiaoge just ‘existed’ in the most literal sense, and just because as a result of that he doesn’t care about social niceties (why would you care about face and other people’s attempts to maintain the façade of it in a cutthroat business like tomb robbing?) or knows or cares how to maintain relationships doesn’t make him ‘feral’.

Plus calling him ‘domesticated’ veers a little too much into dehumanizing him as if he’s some animal Wu Xie (or someone else) tamed and that answers to his beck and call. As if the entire point of Xiaoge’s story arc isn’t that Wu Xie is the first person he can remember who ever persisted in forging a connection with Xiaoge until Xiaoge was forced to realize he cared and felt a connection with another human being. As if the conclusion of that wasn’t him making a gamble on Wu Xie’s sincerity that he would come and pick him up in ten year’s time, as if Xiaoge choosing to stay in Yucun with him and Pangzi isn’t Xiaoge reciprocating that sincerity with his own, making an active choice to stay and call somewhere ‘home’ for the first time in his life.

I might be looking at this too deeply but it rubs me the wrong way

Favorite picture

Hard so I’m not picking absolute favorites just ones I like. For book Xiaoge I like versions of him that look similar to this:

(Source)

And for drama Xiaoge there’s so many good shots of all the versions of him, so looking at the most recent version of him in the Misty Creed movie, this one shot is 10/10:

(Screenshot courtesy of @shaish)

Liu Sang

Disclaimer: Since this is tagged, apologies in advance to Liu Sang fans. I’ve tried to be as reasonable as possible about my opinions, but that being said be warned I don’t like him, so if you'd rather not see any negativity about him, feel free to skip

My first impression

My introduction to Liu Sang was through fandom, both fanon, fanfic, and discussions about him that I’d seen/read before I ever watched Reboot, since I started with the dramas. From how people talked about him I was pretty hyped about him I’m not gonna lie, and I definitely got the feeling he was an important character, so seeing how loved he was, I was looking forward to seeing him for the first time in canon.

Then once I started watching Reboot my first impression kind of yoyo-ed around. There was a little whiplash from the gap between how fandom presented him vs. how he acted at the beginning of Reboot towards Wu Xie and Pangzi especially, but I figured given people liked him he probably got better. And to be fair he did! On my first full watchthrough of Reboot I ended up feeling pretty neutral about him, not in a negative sense, but more like how I tend to view most of the more minor characters (like Xiao Bai for example since we’re talking about Reboot). I appreciated he got character development and was left with a general “yeah he’s alright” impression

My impression now

Full disclaimer, I’ve only read half of Restart the book so far, so I can’t fully talk about book Liu Sang beyond his appearances in the South Sea King’s tomb and the immediate aftermath of that. I can talk more about Reboot the drama Liu Sang though.

The problem with my general impression of Liu Sang now is that it’s very polluted by my interactions with his fans. I won’t get too much into that because this is supposed to be about Liu Sang the character and not the Liu Sang fandom (because yes there absolutely is a Liu Sang fandom that exists as a subset of the Daomu Biji fandom), but to keep it short, the version of Liu Sang that I find is pushed forward a lot by his fans is a version that doesn’t correspond to either the drama or book version of him, and is instead heavily steeped in widely accepted fanon to the point it’s almost a different character sometimes. And that widely accepted fanon version is something that his fans have the unfortunate habit of being very pushy and single-minded about, and it’s caused a number of issues and rifts within the wider Daomu Biji fandom.

Keep in mind this is all my personal feelings and doesn’t necessarily reflect on every single person who likes Liu Sang as a character, but to get back to the point, it means that my overall impression of Liu Sang now is a pretty negative one. Full transparency (if it wasn’t already obvious) I don’t like him, and while I do find what I’ve seen of the book version of him has the potential to interesting, and I can absolutely appreciate that, not to mention the genuine character arc he gets in the drama, because of how his fans act about him, he’ll never be a favorite 

Favorite thing about that character

In the book so far what I find most interesting about Liu Sang is the ambiguity of his past and of his intentions. He’s initially presented in a way that’s puzzling in hindsight, and while part of that I think you can put down to Restart being a weird time for Wu Xie in general, there’s little clues that makes you wonder what his deal is and that his role in the story might be more than meets the eye.

He’s introduced as a consultant Wu Erbai trusts the competence of, and Pangzi is immediately incensed by him in ways that are almost uncharacteristic. Because Pangzi (in the books at least), is someone who regularly puts up a loud front and throws jibes at people when he doesn’t trust them in a way that’s both testing but not too aggressive to instigate a conflict unless the other party is openly hostile. But with Liu Sang he’s immediately, and to Wu Xie without apparent reason, extremely hostile and vitriolic. You learn later that Pangzi has heard sinister rumors about Liu Sang, and you infer from there the vitriol is coming from Pangzi wanting to keep someone potentially nefarious and ill-intentioned to a sadistic degree away from his friends. But you also later see him again when he listens to thunder at the beach in front of the guesthouse Wu Xie and co. are staying in, and Wu Xie’s observations give you the impression there’s something deeper going on. In Wu Xie’s words, he doesn’t like him, but he’s intrigued by what he represents (and not gonna lie I am too)

Least favorite thing

Besides the egregious fanon version of him I’m not touching on because it’s not actually canon, ironically I find early drama Liu Sang to be worse than early book Liu Sang. To be fair I don’t know how he evolves in the book, but in that Liu Sang is more focused on his job, and apart from his one iffy moment in the car where he’s constantly trying to snap pictures of Xiaoge without his consent (to which both Wu Xie and Pangzi react with variations of yelling and kicking his seat in), he’s really not doing anything questionable, unless you count being in on Wu Erbai’s test as questionable. Drama Liu Sang however by this point not only throws jibes around at both Wu Xie and Pangzi, but uses Wu Xie’s terminal illness as a leverage point to mock him and almost gets Wu Xie and Pangzi killed because he thought it was funny. Which is honestly at odds with his book character that’s actually very professional, because none of that is professional

Favorite line/scene

Uhhh I don’t know that I have any? Maybe the part in Restart where he walks out into the thunderstorm to listen to the thunder and Wu Xie watches him until it triggers a moment of self-reflection. It’s not really about Liu Sang so much as it’s about Wu Xie and his headspace, but it’s a meaningful scene

Favorite interaction that character has with another

Ok I’m not gonna lie that one moment in the Reboot drama where Liu Sang tells Xiaoge he’s his biggest fan and Xiaoge of all people takes a moment to emote because he’s that confused and baffled by the direction the interaction is taking is hilarious

A character that I wish that character would interact with more

Maybe Xiao Bai? I haven’t seen them meet in the book, but arguably in both that and the drama especially both Liu Sang and Xiao Bai are mirrors of each other in terms of what they represent in relation to Xiaoge and Wu Xie respectively. Plus their interactions in the drama were wholesome

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

I can’t think of one to be completely honest

A headcanon about that character

I’m going to call this headcanon for now since I’m not done Restart the book so I can’t be sure, but I like the idea of book Liu Sang just being an ornery bastard with his own nebulous agenda. Let the man be a bastard! Bastards can be interesting too! 

A song that reminds me of that character

I honestly can’t think of one right now

An unpopular opinion about that character

I could probably go into this for a hot minute but everything surrounding the sanitized fanon version of Liu Sang that’s both in my opinion inaccurate (despite being presented as accurate) and absolutely in your face unless you take extreme pains to block out pretty much everything to do with him. To be clear, what people like is their business, but unpopular opinions aren’t called that for nothing, and this entire post is meant to be about my feelings, not objective facts.

That being said, fanon Liu Sang to me is woobified to a level that completely erases any traces of his actual character to cater to a very specific view of him that’s as far as I can tell made to be palatable. His fans make a concentrated effort of pushing forward, in my experience sometimes aggressively, what’s essentially a sanitized version of him that glosses over or deliberately erases any unsavory aspects of his character.

Which to be clear I have no problems with, most of if not all the characters in Daomu Biji are fundamentally imperfect and flawed, some to the point where other less niche (in western fandom spaces anyway) fandoms would label them as ‘problematic’. It contributes to making the characters complex and more human in my opinion. Which is why it’s kind of sad that Liu Sang has been reduced to being the fandom’s (or part of the fandom’s) ‘poor little meow meow’ who’s suddenly inherently likable.

Again, if you like that then that’s your business. The only reason I have strong feelings about this in the first place is because Liu Sang fans have, in my experience, the bad habit of shoehorning that version of him into everything, and by that I mean to the point of encroaching on other people’s lanes in ways that are incredibly tone deaf. It also feeds into the general problem the Daomu Biji fandom as a whole has of assuming that everyone is ok with anything and everything, and doesn’t believe in personal boundaries. But anyway, the point here is that I don’t like fanon Liu Sang, and the only reason I’m talking about him is because of this ask

Favorite picture

I also don’t really have one

#dmbj #zhang qiling #liu sang #ask meme #hopefully this is appropriate #and if it's not then feel free to point it out #but that being said i don't like the idea of having to walk on eggshells with opinions on fictional characters #especially when other people don't #character meta #a little? #a little

[witch-hazels-musings]

for you, I would 

warning: comfort / fluff , reader suffers slight injury, friends to lovers (pre-relationship focused) includes: Albedo (alchemy accident), Childe (sparing injury), Diluc (cut), Xiao (sprained ankle) character x gn reader | anthology

request: Reader hurts themselves (cut on the hand while cooking, injury during sparing practice, twisted ankle, ect) || a-n: Albedo’s is in present tense? (idk sometimes I just start and make things up as I go -- nothing is planned -- brain go brr how it wants to)

Albedo

Albedo works hard to make sure the lives around him are better, to improve their quality of life through research, advancements, breakthroughs

he never imagined his mind would be filled with worry for anyone other than his family, but he finds himself slipping you into that mold - there’s a desire to care for you, to think of you, and attend to things he wouldn’t in others 

he’s not sure why - but he’s learning 

There was a commotion in the research lab. It’s not unheard of since volatile concoctions are often brewed in the research wing of the Favonius headquarters, but it seemed far more lively today as people shout and dash through the halls to get aid from one of the churches healers. 

Albedo, who had been busy in the library for most of the morning, returned to find the lab in disarray. “What happened?” he asked, curiosity slipping across his face as he scans the room and notices the black scorch mark on the back wall. His heart strains uneasily as he recalls who normally sits there. 

“There was an accident. Apparently the chemicals were mixed improperly in their container and well ... someone was hurt.” Albedo, with his calm and even expression noticed the notebooks which have practically disintegrated by the chemical reaction, turned without gathering more information and headed toward the recuperation wing. 

--

“A-ouch.” 

“Apologies. It’ll only take another minute,” the healer explained as they wrapped the burn on your arm. The pressure of the cloth made your eyes water, but the salve they put on moments before was already working to numb the slight throb.  Mostly, you were relieved to be as far away from the research lab as possible. Getting injured was one thing, but being fussed over by that many people was too much to handle. 

“Excuse me,” you heard a voice behind the curtain. It’s patient, calm, and familiar tone told you who it was long before the owner appeared in your isolated corner of the room. “y/n?” Albedo called out, hand pushing against the thick curtain, hair slightly out of place. Did he run here? 

“Albedo, hi.” He made his way toward you, not paying much attention to the healer except to nod a hello. His eyes drifted to the bandage on your arm before scanning the rest of your body. “Is there something you needed?” He doesn’t respond, but you give him time too anyway. 

The way he looked you over was intense. His gaze drifted from spot to spot, lingering a bit longer than you expected on the parts of your body no longer covered by clothes. Nervously, you pulled the blanket you were offered earlier over your legs. 

“Are you alright?” he finally asked, but you noticed an oddness in his tone. Albedo was always kind to those around him, you do you your best not to think too much about it when it’s direct toward you. Still, you felt your cheeks warm at the hint of concern you heard, and your foolish heart building its hopes up. 

“I’m okay. It’s just a small burn,” the healer tucked the cloth into itself, clipping it in place before the two of you watch them collect their items and leave through the curtain. Antsy from all the sudden attention, you began to fuss with the bandage before continuing, “they said it should be fully healed in a few days. As long as I keep using this um - cream,” you lifted the small tin in your hands, “it shouldn’t leave any scars.” With a slight smile you hoped to reassure him but his lips have been turned down since he arrived. A strange expression for the normally kind face he wears. 

“I am pleased to hear that.” he utters with a sigh of relief, and you start to see hints of the normal Albedo on his face again. “Would you mind sharing what happened?” 

As if you knew what he was looking for, you explained in great detail what steps you took and how they ended up causing the type of reacting they did. In hindsight, you should have trusted your instinct when you felt something was off. Ammonium dichromate doesn’t tend to have rich, golden flecks in it, and the moment the warm minerals came into contact with slow dripping water, you realized what compound had accidently found it’s way into the orange filled glass. 

Albedo was attentive as you relayed the information, even more so when you explained how you narrowly ducked out of the way in time after catching a whiff of the gas before the containers exploded and the reaction spread across your work station. You were lucky, considering everything that could have gone horribly wrong. “Next time, I’ll double check the ingredients before pressing forward.” 

“I see.” Albedo didn’t say much throughout your explanation, but that wasn’t unusual. What was curious to you was the way he stared, lingered, obsessed over your arm. It was a small burn, but the fixation his eyes had on the off-color bandage made you fidget. 

“I’ll return shortly if you’re worried about losing time-” 

“It’s alright, you should rest.” 

“I’m really okay.” 

“I insist. After an event such as this, your body is still processing. Once your adrenalin fades, you may be prone to exhaustion or clouded judgement. There is no need to rush back to your work, we can attend to it on our own for now.” 

“I don’t want to cause more work for others,” you attempted to explain but Albedo cut you off. 

“It is no additional work you place on the shoulders of others.” Albedo had moved closer to you during your conversation, his hands seemed to itch to touch the bandage on your arm and though your heart beat wildly at the idea, you gave him permission without saying a thing. You could sense him, smell him - the scent of chalk and paper, soft vanilla mixing with his studious activities - you could feel his warmth as he touched your arm. You wondered for so long if your feelings for Albedo were just admiration for his intelligence, his kindness, but, in this moment, you finally understood what you’d neglected all along. 

You loved him. 

Your eyes drifted to his and though it made your cheeks burn, you held strong. When he spoke, and his stare met your own, you forgot how to breathe, “It’s more important for you to recover today so you may be refreshed tomorrow.”

“I guess your right ... ah, well, I’m sure you’d tell anyone the same thing,” you added the last comment as if it were a shield for your feelings. This concern over you wasn’t because you were special, you were just like everyone else to Albedo, it was important you discovered that now - or so you told yourself. 

“Perhaps, but,” he continued, voice growing softer as he spoke, “but for you, I find myself reacting with a strangeness I have yet to understand. I-If you would give me more time, I believe I can discern an answer.” 

Albedo’s eyes were steady, focused while yours were lost in a search without an end. It seemed so clear to you now that you knew what if felt like to hold feelings for another person. How long had it been since it was difficult to breathe, since it was a struggle to think or reason all because of some fluttering pull of your affections for another? If there was any hope he might find himself to feel the same ... you were willing to take those odds. 

“Alright,” you replied but before either of you could continue to dive deeper into this discovery of yours, the healer made their way back into the room and the two of you were left stealing glances at the other until they were gone. 

-- 

Childe

the day he met you he was hooked; like a fish on the line he prayed you’d reel him in, and like a diligent fish does, it ensures his line doesn’t fray 

Childe didn’t worry over every little thing but his eyes kept a vested interest in your safety and if you needed someone next to you, well he didn’t mind joining you for a day ... or many 

“Keep your head up!” Arms crossed, you watched diligently as your students dashed around one another, smack each other with wooden swords and spears, and completely bungle the hours of instruction you provided them the day before. “Is that where up is?!” Annoyed, you stilled your tapping foot and headed their way. It would be easier to show them than it was for them to listen to your simple instructions. The only problem was, in your irritation, you forgot to tell them to stop moving and you learned that quickly be receiving a violent *whack* against your shoulder and neck. 

“Teacher!” The pair of them yelled as you stumbled backward holding your worsening injury. It stung, painfully, the heat from your hand only making it worse somehow. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t - I didn’t see-” 

“It’s fine,” you hissed, more angry at yourself for not telling them you were there than at them for hitting you. Swallowing the pain, you stretched your neck, rotated your shoulder blade, and reached your hand toward one of the students. They stilled, expecting punishment but found none. “Like this,” you explained by positioning them properly. Tilting their chin was easy enough but it took you a moment to position their arm and body, “In this stance you won’t lose sight of your opponent. Feel the stability in your back? The range of your sight?” They nodded and you continued, “If you keep your head and eyes locked on your target, your body will respond appropriately.” Stepping away, you let the two of them mirror each other, their eyes locked, bodies displaying strength and power where earlier they weren’t, “good. Again,” you instructed them as you stepped backward until you bumped into something sturdy. “Wh-?” Turning sharply, and regretting the action immediately, you saw a familiar face smiling at you. “Oh-” 

“Hey there,” Childe beamed, his hands finding your arm as you turned to face him. 

“Hiya,” you replied, unconsciously rubbing your neck. It stung so much you were certain it would leave a bruise. “What brings you ... here?” Stumbling over your words wasn’t an uncommon thing with Childe. He somehow managed to make you trip over yourself like no one else ever did, but this time you had a more valid excuse. The pain in your shoulder, the creeping tightness in your neck, was making it hard to focus, and talk. 

“To see my favorite sparing instructor, of course.” he explained with a bright smile, eyes playful but devious. 

“Mmm, you might have to come back tomorrow. I have a lot of students today.” You tried to turn toward the four pairs of sparing matches happening just behind you but it hurt too much so you gave up. “You know it’s first come firs-wh-what are you doing?” You stumbled backward but became entangled in Childe’s grip. His fingers pressed against your lower back, face drew closer to your own as he pulled your hand away from the growing bruise on your skin. You caught a whiff of him and it made you dizzy. 

“This doesn’t look so good.”

“It’s not that ba-ouch-” his touch made you wince. Did he do that on purpose? 

“Come with me.” 

“W-Childe, I still have my student--hey!” He slipped behind you and pushed you forward but not before yelling back to the group to finish up their sets and take a break. Since when did he become the teacher here? 

--

“Sit.” He instructed but practically forced you to comply. The tent blocked the sun but not the wind, which you were glad about since it became rather stuffy in the small space. 

“It’s really fine, Childe. You don’t have to worry so much.” 

“An injury like this could become serious.” He explained and set down a small plate full of random medical supplies. “If you’d like,” he began, a ring in his voice as he spoke, “I could tie you up, and then you’d have to do what I say.” 

Your heart skipped so many beats you wondered if you would pass out but, luckily, your stubbornness kept you grounded, “--n-no,” you mumbled, cheeks burning and eyes avoiding as he laughed at your reply. 

“The other would be more fun -” 

“NO!” you shouted, louder than you intended and with the sudden burst of energy you groaned at the pain while your body grew far to warm for your liking. 

“I’m only joking,” he reassured you, slightly, “though, if you begged me to I could make som-ahah, alright, alright!” He succumbed to you after several sharp japs at his side shut him up. His laughter was still drifting around in the tent while you worked to steady your beating heart. It was unfair how easily he could toy with your emotions, and even more painful that he could touch you without losing himself to the sensation. 

You sighed at the cool relief of the salve he rubbed gently over your shoulder and neck. Letting your head drift to your left shoulder, you let him work the mixture over your exposed skin until the burning heat had subsided into a tingling cool. 

“How’s that?” 

“Great.” Even with your eyes closed, you could have sworn you heard the smile he shared with you but maybe it was just your imagination working overtime. You were becoming lost in his touch, distracted, mailable, comfortable by the way his palms worked your skin, by the way his fingers ran across your body and the heat from him stretched toward your legs to let you know how close he was to you. “Mmm.” 

He was making you lost within yourself but suddenly the sensation changed as he moved from working the salve into your skin to undoing your shirt. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Checking for other injuries.” 

“I don’t have any.” 

“I’ll be the jud-”

“Childe!” You slapped his hand away, grabbed your shirt and stared daggers at his amused face. His laughter in all it’s glory, head tossed back, hand pressed against his stomach, told you this was just a joke to him and somewhere in your simple heart your felt cheated. “Stop teasing me,” you begged, more desperate than you wanted to sound. It hurt again so you made a move to leave but he stopped you before you could escape the shade of the intimate tent. 

His grip was strong but kind, his hand only gripping your wrist with enough pressure to keep you still, “You shouldn’t leave yet.” 

“I have to. My students are waiting -” 

“I can work with them.” 

“You?” You looked up at him but all you saw was a serious expression, one you knew you’d never be able to change. “... fine, but only until for a few hours.” He smirked, happy to know he won over you, again. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh on them.” 

“Mmhm.” 

“And besides,” he started even though he was already headed out the door, “for you, I’d do whatever you asked of me.”

“By the archons, just -” you waved at him and he laughed loudly at your frantic desperation to get him to leave. He was too much for your heart; it was unfair how easily he held you captive and how painful it was to know you’d never be more than a friend to him. 

“... listen up, I’ll be taking over for the rest of the day ...” Childe’s voice drifted on the wind while you moved the items from the medical kit back into it’s block. “... oh, y/n’s a bit tied up right now,” at his words you tripped over the stool you were sitting on moment before. As you struggled to lift yourself off the ground, you thought of all the ways you could get away with murder. 

--

Diluc

thinking of your safety was as easy as breathing - at times he labored over it, obsessed about it but his anxieties over you getting hurt were meant to be a burden on his shoulders alone; and this fact he would keep buried inside for as long as he could

there were times he would fuss, offer his support more than you imagined he would or move in the background to get things done for you without you knowing -- all he wanted was for you to be safe 

“I’m so sorry, would you give me a moment?” you asked the customer who was gazing at the glistening flowers on display while your hand cupped your arm. They looked at you with a kind smile, nodding to let know they were fine to wait. You were grateful because the cut on your arm was starting to seep into your sleeve and the pain was becoming unbearable to handle. “Thank you,” you said with a smile before weaving your way through the wooden shelves and toward the front door of the flower shop. 

Luckily it was a slow day today so you didn’t have to worry about holding anyone up from getting their orders. Still, you were mad at yourself for not paying attention to your surroundings. Why you thought placing the sheers in such a way that they’d point directly toward whoever walked by them was a mystery. Ultimately, you blamed it on your distracted thoughts. It was starting to become annoying the amount of times you thought about him, and now it was making you hurt yourself. 

With a sigh, you shouldered the door to the back room open but soon realized it would be difficult to get the cabinet door open so you could grab the medical box. It was even more inconvenient when you heard the entry chime ring out signaling a customer had just come inside. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” you called out while grabbing a dirt covered towel from the table and wrapping it around your arm. Once secured, you wiped your hands over the apron at your waste, moved to reach the medical box but jumped when footsteps behind you caught your attention. “I’m sorry, I’ll be - o-oh - um, M-Master Diluc?” 

“Are you alright?” Diluc’s sudden appearance made you falter, nearly causing you to dump the contents of the box onto the floor. He moved quickly to assist you and the unusual proximity mixed with a wave of his scent made your head spin. 

Shaking your head, you tried to compose yourself but found it difficult. He was so close, his support so sturdy, if it weren’t for the reddening towel at your arm you would have blamed him for the weakness in your legs. “Yeah - yes, I’m okay. I just ... well,” you gestured to your wrapped arm with a nod and though you hardly ever seen him make physical contact with another person, you couldn’t stop yourself from fixating on the hand he kept at your back. Even when he heled take the box from your arms it lingered there. 

Was it possible for blood loss to make someone hallucinate? You’d ask Sucrose later. 

“Allow me.” 

He offered his hand so you could sit in the wooden chair. Somehow you felt so small next to him even though that wasn’t really the case. Perhaps it was the care and tenderness he showed you that made you feel so dainty at his side; how he helped you sit, how he hovered over you but was never oppressive, how he said or asked for your permission before doing anything. It was unfair how he checked every box on your list - let me breathe for a moment, your heart pleaded. 

“How did this happen?” he asked as he untied your makeshift bandage and examined the slit on your arm. His expression didn’t change but you weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not. 

“My clumsiness.” When he didn’t respond you filled the space yourself, “I was working on a bouquet for Lawrence,” you began, paying close attention to Diluc’s every move. The gentle way he lifted your arm, the quick actions he took to grab the necessary items from your kit, the small shake of his head or the furrow of his brows as he worked. Eventually you had to look away or your story would have shifted from truth to an outcry of your feelings for him. “Anyway, I placed the sheers in the shelf ... pointed upward, as if that was the right thing to do, and when I leaned past them to get the Sweet Flowers, I cut myself.” 

“I see.” 

“It was my mistake. I just wasn’t thinking ...” you felt embarrassed about the whole thing. Mad at yourself to not being more diligent, annoyed at the distraction this had caused you, and upset that it had brought Master Diluc into the mix. He had so much on his plate ... “I really don’t want to keep you, this was my fault.” 

“It’s no worry. I’m almost finished anyway.” 

“Oh, well, okay ...” 

The room fell silent but you didn’t mind. It was comforting to hear the rustling noises he made as he patched up your arm, the silent ways you communicated with him when you could tell he was searching for something particular. He moved so you could reach for it, his eyes following after you until they returned to the task in front of him. You were standing before him now, back pressing against the desk covered in the clutter you didn’t clean the evening before. The intimacy you felt with him was unfair, so you distracted yourself with other things. 

The sound of laughter spilling in from the partly cracked window, kids going on about their day, patrons of the city greeting or falling into long discussions with each other. You wondered how things were going just outside the entrance of the flower shop. 

“There,” he hummed, the sound reverberating in his chest. There was nothing more tantalizing than hearing him speak. “I can return tomorrow to see how it’s healing.” It wasn’t what you expected from him, though nothing about this interaction was really what you expected. 

The sensation of his hand holding your arm, the way his touch electrified your skin, the closeness the two of you found in the quiet, tucked away back room of the shop, the quick glances you made at him and the imagined ones he made at you. If this was a dream, you certainly didn’t want to wake up. If only he knew the affect he had on you.

“I’ll be alright, you really don’t have to go that far,” you chuckled, heart fluttering at his words but knowing it was too much to ask him to do more than he already had. The cut was an accident but it made today a gift, a beautiful memory you’d never forget. 

Diluc adjusted your sleeve and spoke, “For you,” he began, thumb caressing your skin and making you shiver, “I’d do far more than this.” His words were soft, quiet, you wondered if you’d misheard him. 

In an attempt to play it off, or to give him an out, you wiped your palm on your clothes and flashed him a playful look, “Diluc Ragnvindr, is that a confession?” Your heart pounded in your chest. How desperate was your hope that he, Diluc, the most wanted bachelor in the city, would have feelings for you. It was a wild pipe dream, but even if you knew he would give you the straightforward answer of, no, tempting him at all made you tremble in hopeful wishes. 

You were so distracted by your own nerves that you didn’t notice his fingers had stilled or how his cheeks grew redder by the second. When you finally braved yourself to look at him, the expression on his face told you more than words ever could and though you weren’t sure if it was his real voice or the voice in your desperate imaginations that said, ‘If it were?,’ all you knew was your daydreams and delusional fantasies were slowly shifting into reality. 

--

Xiao 

he always did his best to keep the darkness at bay, to fight and protect this world he protected on his own - the fact that you were in it was a reward he didn’t know he needed 

it wasn’t his intention to keep a watchful eye on you, to listen so intently to the whisper on the wind for his name, he just couldn't stop himself from thinking about you, worrying about you - what were you to him, really? 

It hurt. It hurt so much to walk, to move, to put pressure on the ankle you were trying so hard not to use but what were you going to do? Magically teleport somewhere safe? That was unlikely. So, you bit your cheek, leaned on the branch you found several paces back, and stepped forward. 

“You can - mmm - do this,” you grimaced, a whine sliding past your lips as you stumbled forward on your swollen ankle. You wanted to sit down, you wanted to cry, you wanted to give up but mostly you wanted to get back home, to safety. It was no ones fault but your own that you were even in this mess; if you’d paid a little closer attention to your surroundings, you wouldn’t have slipped off the cliffside and twisted your ankle like you did. “Stupid,” you berated yourself as you took another painful step forward. 

The sun was setting but you knew you had to continue. It was better to arrive late than to stay out in the wilderness like you were. Even with the small pack of food you had it wouldn’t be enough to keep you safe from everything that roamed in the marshes of Liyue. 

A gust of wind picked up around you, the sound of it’s presence rustled the trees and irritated the water off to your right. You sensed something familiar in it but became too distracted by your snapping branch to figure out what. “Ah!” Your hands flung to steady your fall, eyes closed to prepare yourself for more pain, but you never hit the ground, you found it odd until something warm pulled you against them and a comforting scent wafted about you. 

“Are you injured?” Xiao’s voice filled your ears, warmed your cheek as he breathed against your skin. It was the closest you’d ever been to him, ‘please don’t hear my heartbeat,’ you begged. 

“X-Xiao-!” Quickly you tried to steady yourself. Using him as a stabilizer, you pushed away from him but kept your hands wrapped around his toned arms, foot lifted slightly off the ground to keep pressure off of it. Your ankle throbbed but not at much as your heart. 

“Be careful,” Xiao gazed at you but you felt so much more than that; curse your tender heart for seeing more than what was truly there. Xiao was only being helpful, careful, kind, and yet your imagination was running away from you.

“I’m alright,” you lied, clearly, since your foot was still hovering over the ground. You noticed his eyes flicker toward your swollen, discolored leg, “I’m alright,” you whispered again, knowing he could clearly see you weren’t.

“I’ll get you to safety.” 

“W-wait, it’s o-ah!” Xiao lifted you in his arms with ease. You settled against him, arms flinging around his neck to stabilize yourself, legs kicking in the air and making you wince from the sudden jolt.

“Hold onto me,” he hummed and you complied without protest. 

--

Ver Goldet offered all her sympathy as she wrapped your ankle and instructed Smiley to make you something to ease the pain. He wasn’t the best at medical dishes, but he had enough experience to whip something simple together. 

After she helped you settle onto the upper floor balcony, away from the interested eyes of onlookers, you finally began to relax just in time to see the stars shine above you. 

“How are you feeling?” Xiao appeared out of thin air, a common occurrence for him. If you weren’t accustomed to it, you might have jumped, but with the comforting atmosphere, the pain in your leg easing, and the warm soup in your stomach spreading throughout your body, you hardly moved at all. 

“Better,” you began, letting out a sigh of contentment as you gazed upward toward the heavens. You loved being out here at night. There was something tranquil about this place, something safe you couldn’t put your finger on. At times this place felt more homey than your own home - how strange. “Thank you, Xiao.” you hummed, the ordeals of the day pulling at your eye lids and consciousness. You would have liked to stay up a little later but that became harder and harder with every passing second.  

Something was beside you, standing watch. Purple cloth fluttered against your arm and your exhausted fingers reached out to grab it. Like a small bird dancing in your peripherals, you giggled at it’s gentleness and found yourself humming along with it. From such an harsh ordeal, you were certainly finding peace on top of Wangshu Inn. 

“Xiao --” you mumbled, sleep taking you bit by bit, “thank you for ... rescuing me ...” a soft smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you looked up at what you thought was him. The golden lights from inside the inn shined around his head like a halo; to you, Xiao meant so much but you were too afraid to tell him. 

After the quiet breezed lulled you into sleep, Xiao took perch on the edge of the day-bed the owners set up for you. He made sure your hands were settled against your stomach, that your head was resting well on the pillows surrounding you, that the blanket draped across your legs would keep you warm. He watched, listened, waited, and when the words could no longer stay locked in his chest, he replied to your gratitude, “for you, I would do it again.” 

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