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Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader
Genre: Super duper fluffy
Warnings: some mxm, pet names, reader is very sick
A/N: Hope you guys like this as much as you like the texts đ„șđ tho ngl the ending is a bit meh. Anyways likes, replies and reblogs are so appreciated!
Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity (if you wanna be tagged in my next poly ateez story, texts or not then please let me know!)
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You were sick.
Like very sick.
You had been for a while and you really thought it would just go away after some time and with a few cups of good tea. However it was just one of those times where it didnât and it lead to where you were now.
Flopped on the couch after a long days of work so sick, tired and weak to the point you didnât even take off your shoes, let alone take a shower.
You knew you shouldâve taken the day off and even more so you shouldâve informed your lovely 8 boyfriends of your condition. However it was so busy for not only you but your boys this time of year. Your job really needed you around and the boys had to be on their A game.
Not like they werenât always were. Those boys are so admirable when it comes to their work ethic and determination. Itâs one of the things you love about them. Itâs just this time of year is when they really have NO room to slack off. So you didnât have the heart to tell them.
You barely see them around anyway, as they come home late and you leave early. You couldnât bare the thought of them having to deal with you when theyâre already so busy with work, no doubt dealing with so much pressure and stress. Even though deep down you knew they wouldnât care and would drop anything to make sure youâre okay.
âCause you would do the exact same thing.
About an hour after you practically passed out on the couch, Yunho and San arrived home.
Thankfully they were able to get all the work they needed to get done super quick today, so they got home much earlier than usual. As they walked into the living room thats when Yunho spotted you.
He chuckled at how cutely you looked and then pointed you out to San who awed at you. They thought you just got home too and decided to close your eyes for a bit.
âPrincess weâre home.â Yunho called sweetly.
âCome on now silly butt, get up so we can shower together.â San said with a big smile at the thought of relaxing under the shower with his lovers.
However you didnât respond.
They both pouted and furrowed their eyebrows as they got closer. You were asleep? Thatâs quite unlike you. They knew how much you love a refreshing shower after work then to change into one of their hoodies. Were you that tired?
â..sweetheart?â Yunho said as he crouched down next to the couch. He softly moved your hair out of your face to check up on you.
Just from that very soft touch alone he was able to tell how hot your skin was. His eyes widened and as he looked at San with worry.
âBaby youâre sick??â He asked surprised as he looked back at you wondering how he and the rest had no idea.
âWhat?â San questioned softly as he crouched next to Yunho.
He then places the back of his hand properly on your forehead. His eyes also then widened with worry as there was no denying it.
You were incredibly sick.
Their hearts clenched at how they truly had no clue how sick you were, how much you needed them and how you didnât tell them..
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Yunho: Guys. Come home. Now.
Seonghwa: what why? Whatâs the matter?
San: Princess is sick. She has such a high fever and from the sound of her breathing her nose is stuffed. Sheâs literally passed out on the couch rn and god knows what other sicknesses sheâs having.
Wooyoung: WHAT?! She didnât tell us anything! đ„ș
Yunho: I know and at this point that doesnât matter rn. She needs us. Hurry.
After they sent the texts to the rest of them they quickly got to work.
As Yunho picked you up softly and carried you to bed, San prepared a small basin filled with cold water and some towels. As Yunho was undressing you, San brought in the basin and they both started cleaning you as softly as they could.
Truly not long after they started, they heard the front door open and peeked in Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung.
âHow bad is it..?â Jongho asked as he softly entered the room with the rest.
â..bad..â Yunho muttered.
Seonghwa then carefully approached you and placed his hand on your forehead too and almost gasped.
âSheâs burning up.. Oh God our poor princess..â he said as he softly ran his hand through your hair.
Wooyoung then approached Yunho with a hoodie from their closet and your shorts.
âThank you love.â Yunho said softly as he gave Wooyoung a kiss on the head and started dressing you as soon as San was sure you were dry.
âSeonghwa hyung and I are gonna go make her some soup. Yeosang is already on his way home, Hongjoong hyung and Mingi are going as fast as they can to finish recording. Theyâll be home soon..â He mumbled to the two who arrived home first.
âOkay.. Iâll go help you cook too, you two will watch over her?â San asked
âYeah of course.â Jongho confirmed as he sat down next to you and softly stroked your hair.
Yunho then nodded as he gave wooyoung another kiss and sent him on his way.
âYouâve eaten Yunho?â Seonghwa asked.
âUh.. no not yet hyung. We got take out but we havenât eaten it yet...â Yunho explained as his eyes trailed back down to you.
âHmm alright.. Iâll make Sannie eat then once heâs done you can eat and San will watch over.â Seonghwa said as he reached over to grab his hand.
âAlright hyung.. thank you..â
âOf course.â
With that he gave yunhoâs hand a comforting squeeze then gave jongho a sweet pat on the head before leaving to join the others in the kitchen.
âCould she really not tell us she was this sick..?â Jongho asked softly still stroking your hair.
âI.. donât know.. weâll ask her when sheâs awake and feeling better.â Yunho replied as he sat down on the bed as well softly holding your hand.
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As they continued to watch over you, after a while they heard the front door open and some muttering. Soon the door to the room opened again revealing Yeosang.
âOh princess⊠she looks so pale..â He muttered as he made his way to her. âHas she not woken up yet?â He asked as he stood beside Jongho.
âNo.. we should just let her rest before we wake her up to eat.â Jongho replied.
âHmm. I bought some medicine on my way home.. Hopefully theyâre enough.. if not we can take her to a doctorâŠâ Yeosang informs the two boys as he placed the medicine on a nearby table.
âThank you Sangie..â Yunho said before continuing to ask if the soup is ready. And right on cue, Wooyoung popped his head in again.
âSoups ready. And yunho baby, Hyung wants you to eat now.â He said.
The lovers in the room then nodded.
As softly as he possibly could, Yunho began to wake you up.
âPrincess.. princess.. wake up please..? We need you to eat and take some medicineâŠâ He said oh so softly with some extra soft shakes.
âBaby..? Baaaabbyy..â Yeosang also called out to you.
Your eyes soon started to flutter open as you take in your surroundings. You however closed them again quickly as the headache in your head began.
âUgh..â you groaned
âOh baby what is it..? Your head hurts..?â Jongho who was still stroking your hair asked.
You could only nod.
âHoney bun.. do you think you can get up..? You need to eat..â Wooyoung asked
Slowly you opened your eyes again and finally realized your sweet boyfriends were home.
âWait.. you guys are home? So early..â You muttered, voice so hoarse it made everyone frown.
âYes we are sweetie.. weâll talk about that later.. now we should get some yummy food in that belly okay..? Do you think you can get up..?â Yunho replied then asked.
Your head was still pounding and as much as you wanted to try, you knew its best to just stay, so you softly shook your head.
âOkay Iâll tell hyung, come Yunho you still need to eat.â Wooyoung then said as he retreated back to the kitchen.
Yunho didnât really have an appetite after seeing how sick you were and he wanted nothing more than to just stay and make sure youâre okay. However he knows his boyfriends and even you will scold him if he doesnât eat. So with that he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and got up to go eat.
âIâll be right back okay..? Jongie and Sangie will be right here.. Eat well darling.â He said to you before leaving.
You could only nod back before looking back at your boyfriends.
âWhen did you guys get home..?â You asked
âYunho hyung and San hyung got home first and found you.. told us and then I, Wooyoung hyung and Seonghwa hyung quickly got home after that. They just finished cooking your soup.â Jongho explained.
âHmm I just got home, and Iâm pretty sure Mingi and Hongjoong hyung will be home any minute.â Yeosang added.
You then hummed before Seonghwa and San came into the room carrying a tray of a big bowl of soup and some of your favorite tea.
âHi our darling..â Seonghwa greets you as San puts down the tray in your lap softly.
You weakly smiled at them and began to open your mouth to greet them however Yeosang cut you off.
âShhh.. donât talk to much pumpkin.. your voice sounds so hoarse⊠your throat must be very scratchy and painful hmm..?â
With a soft sigh you nodded.
âOkay then.. lets get some food in you okay? Can I feed you?â San asked
You made some gestures indicating that you could do it yourself however they werenât having it.
âLet us take care of you. Youâre extremely sick okay? Your pouting game will not work tonight honey.â Jongho said
Of course you were outnumbered so you just sighed and opened your mouth to let San feed you as the rest began preparing your medicine.
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Once your bowl of soup was almost empty, the front door was opened and the footsteps of the last two can be heard. Said two as quickly as they entered the house, quickly entered your room guilt, concerned and sadness evident in their faces.
âOh princessâŠâ Mingi said as he walked closer
âBaby.. oh you finished your food, good girl. Medicine?â Hongjoong praised then asked with a pet to your head.
âRight here.â Seonghwa said as he gave you the medicine to drink.
Wordlessly you took the medicine and drank some of your tea.
âOkay.. good⊠How are you feeling now darling?â Hongjoong asks.
â..better..â you said as softly as you could so you wouldnât harm your throat even more.
âThats great love..â Mingi said.
Soon the last two that were missing from your bedroom entered again and were pleased to see you finished your food as well. Now all of your boyfriends were here and sitting somewhere in your bedroom.
âSweetheart..â Seonghwa started as he sat beside you holding your hand. âWhy didnât you tell us you werenât feeling so well..? Youâre so sick.. this mustâve been going on for a while⊠and none of us had a clue?â
You took a deep breath before carefully replying, being mindful of your throat. âWe were so busy⊠I.. didnât want to distract you⊠a-and I thought Itâd get better on its own..â
âYou still shouldâve told us princess.. you know we wouldâve taken some time off to help you get better⊠and you shouldâve taken time off yourself.â Yunho chimed in.
âI didnât think you could afford to spare some time⊠and my job needed me..â You pouted looking down playing with seonghwaâs fingers.
âDarling⊠you hurt us⊠do you not know weâd stop time for you if we could? You know we literally would do anything for you⊠We 100% wouldâve figured out a way to make sure our work still gets done and be able to take care of you⊠like we always do. Iâm sure you know that..â Mingi said.
You looked up at him to see nothing but sincerity in his eyes. As you looked around, you see sincerity in all their eyes.
âI do⊠I just.. I donât know⊠I just really didnât want to be a bother. I donât want you guys to be more stressed than you already are and if I caused you guys to fall behind th-â You were cut off by Wooyoung shushing you.
âNope. No. You would never be the reason for that. We would never blame you and you know we would reprimand anyone who thinks that. Sweetheart. Youâre our precious girlfriend⊠you would never be a bother to us.â Wooyoung said full of reassurance.
âBaby⊠We understand. You wanted us to do well and you were worried for us and wouldnât want to add more stress or something. However like everyone here has said. Youâre no burden. No trouble. And especially no bother. We love you and want you healthy and happy alright?â Hongjoong said as he stroked your hair.
You all looked at them and softly nodded. Heart filled with love and you give them a smile that they find so precious.
âAlright. No please promise us youâll tell us if youâre sick? Even if itâs just the tiniest cough or sneeze, youâll still let us know? And yes weâll promise to do the same.â Seonghwa asked.
âPromise. Now all of you cuddle me to sleep please?â You said with a pout and arms out.
Everyone then let out a soft chuckle and nodded.
With that, they got to work to cleaning up your dishes as San scooped you up and carried you to the master bedroom where that room is specifically for big cuddle sessions. and other stuff đ
San tucked you in as he got in beside you. Soon enough loud footsteps can be heard as a couple of them (Wooyoung, Yunho, Mingi and Seonghwa) were racing to be on the other side of you. Which ended up going to Jongho as he slipped in while the others were still fighting by the door.
Eventually all of them got into a comfortable position.
âI love you all so much.â You mumbled softly into the darkness.
âWe love you too our love.â Mingi said softly.
âGet some rest.â Said Yeosang.
âTomorrow weâll make you an even better soup!â Wooyoung then exclaimed loudly.
âSleeeeppp!â Jongho groaned.
With that you all kinda giggled with each other a little bit longer than you would like. Making sleep not as easy but you all really wouldnât have it any other way.
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can i request a fluff one shot where reader has to go on a trip (either for work or family reasons) and melissa meets them at the airport when they arrive back and is just super domestic once back at their shared apartment đ„șđ„ș
In the Quiet of Absence.
Summary: After spending a month in Paris for a work conference, you finds yourself longing for the warmth of home and, more than anything, for Melissa.
Tags: @lisaannwaltersbra @italianaidiota <3
You sink into the plush hotel bed, a sigh escaping your lips as you look out at the city lights glimmering against the Parisian skyline. Itâs breathtakingâno doubt about thatâbut after almost a month, even the magic of Paris can't dull the ache you feel right now.
âGod, I miss her so muchâŠâ you mutter to yourself, rubbing your temple as you glance around the luxurious room.
Your right hand drifts to the nightstand, fingers brushing over your phone. Without thinking, you pick it up, your thumb tracing over Melissaâs name. You can picture her asleep back home, curled up in bed, her auburn hair spilling across the pillow, maybe even with little Sweet Cheeks nestled at her chest. The thought brings a goofy but genuine grin to your lips as you press ârecord voicemail.â
With the phone cradled in your hand, you start speaking quietly, as if she could somehow hear you through the miles of the ocean.
âGood night, Lis. I know you wonât see this until morning since youâre probably fast asleep right now. Paris is... well, itâs Paris. Beautiful, busy, a little overwhelming. Everyone says how lucky I am to be here, but honestly, it just makes me miss you more. I walked by a cafĂ© today, and I kept thinking how nice it would be to sit there with you, sipping coffee, people-watching, maybe listening to you rant about the tourists. Itâs just not the same without you here to share it with.â
Sighing softly, you add. âI spent the day at the conference, and honestly, I found myself daydreaming about our couch and Sweet Cheeks curled up between us. I wish you couldâve seen the view from the top of the Eiffel Tower. You wouldâve loved it. I tried to take some pictures, but they just donât do it justice.â
As you keep talking about the conference through voicemail, the people youâve met, and the places youâve seen, you canât help but let your thoughts drift to home.
Home.
Itâs hard being so far from home, but even harder being far from her. Paris might be beautiful, a dream city for most, but without Melissa next to you, it feels empty, just walls and skies. Youâd flown here for work, a month-long conference that was supposed to be exhilarating, a stepping stone in your writing career. And while thereâs been value in it, each day is a little heavier than the last. Every stroll past the Eiffel Tower, every quiet hotel room evening, only reminds you of how much you miss the life you share with her.
Youâd never imagined how hard it would be to be apart from her. Sure, you two had spent nights apart before, but a whole month? It was almost unbearable. You miss everything about herâher laugh, the way she fills the room with her warm, unfiltered energy, and the little things she does just to make you smile. Itâs like there's a part of you that just isn't here, and every day, that longing grows heavier.
Everything here felt too polished, too perfect. You missed the little imperfections that made life with the second grade teacher so damn beautiful. How Melissa would wrap her arms around you in the mornings, still groggy from sleep. Her face when sheâd forget where she put her reading glasses only for you to find them perched on her head, or the way sheâd tease over making the perfect cup of coffee each morning. The way she would immediately fuss over your packing, making sure you had everything you needed, and the soft hum of her voice as she reassured you that everything would be just fine while you were away.
Home was with Melissa Schemmenti, and every part of you ached to be there.
Your girlfriendâs voice on the phone helps â her late-night calls about what went wrong at Abbott Elementary that day, the accent you love laced with the warmth of home. âMon amour,â youâd whisper into the phone during one of your daily conversations, a term of endearment that wraps around both your hearts, even across the miles. But her voice isnât enough, not when youâre used to seeing her every night, sharing meals, her touch grounding you in a way nothing else can.
With a gruff, you close your laptop, packing away notes youâd barely read. Thatâs when you hear the knock on your door, breaking the silence.
âBonsoir, madame,â one of the hotel staff says politely when you respond. âDinner is ready downstairs in the lobby.â
âMerci, je serai lĂ dans cinq minutes.â Your answer is quick, almost robotic. Despite enjoying the culinary wonders of the place, you canât help but prefer the meals of a specific redhead who knows everything about cooking and Italian cuisine.
âPas Ă©tonnant, si vous avez besoin dâautre chose, nous sommes Ă votre disposition.â
You thank them with a smile, but youâre already glancing at your phone, at the time difference that keeps you apart, counting down the days â just three more â until youâre back in her arms.
Back at the bedroom, after finishing dinner, youâre restless. As much as the meal was filling, your thoughts are back at home with her. You finish up the small dessert in your room, the excitement building to be back in her arms, in the life youâve built together. The night stretches on, a quiet contrast to the bustling city outside, and your sleep feels even further away.
You slip beneath the covers, staring at the ceiling as the quiet surrounds you. Sleep eludes you as memories of the older woman flood your mindâher lavender smell, the comfort of her presence. Everything.
âJust three more days,â you repeated the phrase, over and over again. Feeling like a mantra.
Closing your eyes, the loneliness is creeping in again, but the thought of returning keeps you anchored, making the distance feel just a little bit smaller.
It wonât be long now.
Back in Philadelphia, Melissa is dealing with her own form of aching loneliness. Sheâd thought she could handle a month without you; after all, sheâd done it before. But the days had dragged on longer than expected, and each night without you next to her was another reminder of how deeply entwined you both were.
The redheadâs days are packed with the usual chaos at Abbott Elementary, but somehow it doesnât quite fill the space you left behind. She comes home to an empty apartment that feels colder without the warmth of your laughter echoing through it. Sweet Cheeks, her classroom guinea pig, has become an unlikely companion, curled up in a little cage by her couch. She started bringing him home on weekends, claiming it was to keep the kids excited for Monday mornings. But if she were being honest with herself, she liked the companyâeven if it was just a ball of fur and squeaks. Sweet Cheeks always listened to her rants about the day, his tiny, twitching nose and big eyes a small comfort in your absence.
She talks to him about you sometimes, about the things she knows youâre seeing in Paris. âSheâs probably at some fancy shit right now, buddy,â she mutters, throwing him a piece of lettuce as she leans back on the couch. âProbably complaining about how boring those rich dumbasses are.â
Melissa had never really considered herself to be sentimental. She was tough, independent, and good at taking care of herself. But after so many years of you two being together, this past month had taught her just how much youâd become her home. She finds herself missing the little thingsâyour goodnight kisses, the way you leave your books stacked messily by the bed, the warmth of your hand reaching for hers whenever you pass each other in the kitchen.
She sighs and reaches for her phone, scrolling through your photos, lingering on the ones youâve sent her from Paris. Thereâs one of you smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower, looking radiant with the cityâs lights sparkling behind you. She canât help but smile, even if her chest aches. âGod, youâre beautiful,â she whispers, running a thumb over the screen. The animal lets out a small squeak, almost as if heâs in agreement, and she chuckles. âYeah, champ. Iâm the luckiest gal in Philly, huh?â
Her phone buzzes with a voicemail notification, and her heart jumps a little. Itâs your voice, soft and intimate, filling the quiet of her apartment as you talk about your day. You talk about the conference, the view from the Eiffel Tower, and how much you wish she were there. The familiar sound of your voice brings an ache to her chest, but it also fills her with a sense of peace.
She presses the phone close to her heart once your message ends, letting out a shaky sigh. âJust three more days,â she says to herself, mirroring your own anxiety. She settles back into the couch, Sweet Cheeks nestled beside her, as she listens to your message one more time, the sound of your voice helping her feel just a little closer to you.
The nights for your girlfriend are the hardest. She lies awake, staring at the ceiling, longing for the warmth of your body beside her. Sometimes, sheâll grab the spare pillow, pulling it close to her chest as if it could somehow substitute for your presence. She buries her face into it, breathing deeply, as if she can still catch a faint trace of your scent.
Sheâs tough, but sheâs not ashamed to admit that sheâs counting down the hours until you come back.
When Saturday morning rolls around, Melissa stands by the sink, her sleeves pushed up, humming a soft tune as she washes the breakfast dishes. Sunlight filters gently through the curtains, casting a cozy glow over the kitchen and giving her that familiar sense of home she craves more than anything right now. Sweet Cheeks squeaks from his spot on the counter, and she reaches over, giving him a gentle scratch.
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Mama will be back soon, okay?â
Just as the green eyed woman was about to finish the last dish, her phone rang. Seeing your name, Her heart skipped, her fingers fumbling with the dish towel as she hurriedly picked up.
âHey, amore mio,â she greeted, her voice soft and warm, as if she hadnât heard from you in months, though it had only been a few days.
âHey, Lissa! Guess what?â you said, excitement bubbling through the phone.
She grinned, already thrilled just hearing your voice. âWhat? Tell me!â
âIâll be back tomorrow!â
Melissa let out a little laugh, caught between disbelief and pure joy. âShit, really? Tomorrow? I missed you so much!â The words escaped her before she could hold back. She looked down, feeling a bit silly for how much sheâd let herself miss you.
Sweet Cheeks, catching onto her excitement, squeaked louder at his feet, little paws tapping against the kitchen counter as though to join in. âSee, even Sweet Cheeks missed you,â your girlfriend joked. âI think heâs been going nuts without his other mama.â
You laughed on the other end, and Melissa felt warmth spread through her. She didnât want to admit it outright, but it had been a long, lonely few days without you, the routine thingsâthe cooking, the tidying, even sitting on the couchâfelt empty without you there.
âWell, you just hold tight. Tomorrow, weâll make up for lost time,â you replied, and she could practically feel your smile through the call.
âThatâs perfect. Love you, hon.â
âLove you more.â
After you hung up, Melissa wandered to the bedroom, feeling a deep swell of emotions, her fingers brushing over her pocket where a small, carefully hidden velvet box lay. Sheâd been carrying it around for days, checking it repeatedly, rehearsing the words she wanted to say once you were home again. The plan was all thereâsheâd wait for a quiet Sunday morning, like the ones she cherished so much, and then sheâd ask.
Unable to resist, she pulled one of your shirts from the closet, bringing it close to her nose. The faint scent of you clung to it, bringing her right back to those lazy Sunday mornings that had become her favorite part of your life together.
She let herself imagine it: you, padding out of bed with only your underwear on, your hair a mess and your eyes still heavy with sleep as youâd pull her into a hug from behind. Every time, sheâd grumble a bit, pretending she wasnât as soft as she actually felt in those moments. Youâd tug her back into bed with you, insisting on snuggling under the covers while she made her usual complaints about wanting to get up and start the day.
But truthfully, she loved being wrapped up in your arms as the little spoon. She felt a rare kind of safety there, the weight of your arms around her, the warmth of your chest against her back. Sheâd pretend to make a bad face, grumbling softly, but sheâd inevitably relax, letting out the soft snores you always teased her about later.
And then, just when everything felt perfectly peaceful, Sweet Cheeks would start squeaking from the foot of the bed, weaving around your legs in hopes of an early morning cuddle.
Melissa smiled to herself, clutching the shirt close as she pictured the day ahead, wondering how youâd react when you saw her there, waiting to welcome you homeâand how your face would look when she finally asked the question sheâd been holding in her heart.
The next day, after what felt like an eternity, she drove to the airport, her heart racing with every step. When she finally spotted you through the crowd, her heart just about burst. She didnât hold back, rushing over and pulling you into a tight hug, her face buried in your shoulder.
âI missed you so much.â
You held her just as tightly, murmuring, âMissed you too, Mel. So, so much.â
As you made your way back to the apartment, your laughter filled the car, and Melissa soaked in every second of it, feeling like the pieces of her world had finally fallen back into place.
Once home, she proudly led you to the kitchen, where she had your favorite meal prepared and ready, the smell of marinara sauce filling the space. Sweet Cheeks squeaked in delight at the sight of you, and you scooped him up, letting him nuzzle against you in greeting.
After dinner, you settled on the couch together, wrapped up in each other, your sweet guinea pig resting contentedly in his popsicle stick home nearby. The redhead leaned into you, her heart racing again as she reached into her pocket, fingers brushing over the small box.
She took a deep breath, turning to you with all the love sheâd been waiting to share. âI know itâs just us, and this fella,â she said softly, glancing down with a shy smile. âBut⊠I couldnât imagine my life without you. So, I was thinking, maybe⊠we could make this forever?â
âMelissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti, what are you doing?â you gasp confused, while blinking.
She cleared her thoart and kneeled down. âY/N. Will you marry me?â
Your eyes widened as she pulled out the box, revealing the ring sheâd been carrying. In that moment, with tears in your eyes, you nodded, pulling her close in an embrace filled with all the quiet love and warmth that had defined your life together.
And as the night wore on, Melissa held you close, feeling finally, deeply at home.
#melissa schemmenti x reader#melissa schemmenti x you#melissa schemmenti x y/n#lisa ann walter#abbott elementary#wlw#melissa schemmenti
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anon who requested the IPC worker x Aventurine where reader faked their death :D
a part 2 would be cool, how you go abt it id up 2 u but if u would like any ideasâŠit could maybe have a flashback of their fakeout death and Avenâs reaction, and then flash to the present where he tries to leave IPC to live domestically w Reader, but they get killed for real in the process (iâm angst #1s lover) and now Aven is stuck in the IPC đ
âAt the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming homeâ | Part 2
Summary: Memories of your past with Aventurine resurface, unraveling the intense moments that led to your faked death. A flashback reveals the night you made the harrowing decision to disappear, showing how it shattered Aventurineâs world. Torn between loyalty to IPC and his love for you, Aventurine is ultimately willing to risk everything for a future together. However, when he attempts to leave the IPC, tragedy strikes, claiming your life in reality this time. Now, Aventurine must face an eternity of regret and entrapment within the very organization you both sought to escape. Bound to the IPC, haunted by memories of you, he is left yearning for a life he can never have.
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, fake death reveal, intense emotions, love and loss, tragedy, betrayal, hurt/comfort, forbidden love, character death, emotional breakdown, regret, forced separation, internal conflict, bittersweet romance.
Warnings: Intense emotional themes, character death, grief, betrayal, mentions of violence, flashbacks, guilt and regret, dark themes, potential tearjerker, unresolved trauma.
A/N: AHHHH!!! đ THAT'S SO MEAN BUT SO GOOD TOO?! MY BABY!!! đ„șđ
(Part 1)
The memory clung to Aventurine like a shadowâone he could never shake. He could still recall every detail from that day years ago, the day heâd thought heâd lost you forever. In his mind, it was as if he were back there now, reliving the dreadful series of events that tore you from his life.
It had started with an anonymous tip. Heâd been in the heart of IPC headquarters, surrounded by the opulent furnishings and hushed power plays that were his world, when he received the message. The vague words scrawled across the screen still felt burned into his mind: An unexpected death in IPCâs ranks. Donât ask too many questions.
At first, heâd dismissed it as some cruel joke or an attempt to provoke him. But as whispers circulated, heâd felt an ache that reached far deeper than any professional ambition or loyalty to the IPC. His instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. His fingers shook when he finally demanded details from an IPC informant. They had tried to placate him with silence, then with excuses, before finally leading him to a private room where they produced a list of names lost in action. His eyes landed on yours.
His heart had shattered. And in that moment, the world heâd so carefully built around him crumbled. The IPC, his title, every ounce of the strategic power he wielded felt like a joke, a hollow nothing in the face of your loss. Days bled into weeks, then months as he clawed through records, files, and whispers, desperate to uncover anything that could prove this had been a mistake. Eventually, after countless sleepless nights and fading hope, he resigned himself to a cruel reality: you were gone.
In the present, Aventurine had all but lost himself in your kiss, his hands cradling your face as if afraid you might disappear again. But now that heâd found you, he couldnât imagine letting you slip away. Youâd barely finished promising him you werenât going anywhere when he whispered urgently, âCome with me. I'll leave the IPC. We can start over, together.â
The idea hung in the air, and the look on your face said you wanted it as much as he did. The life youâd built in hiding had given you some solace, but nothing compared to the warmth that had returned the moment youâd locked eyes with him again.
âI want to, Aventurine,â you murmured, your voice soft with hope but tinged with caution. âBut you know, you leaving IPC isnât going to be that simple.â
He gave a wry smile, the familiar gleam of his gamblerâs spirit returning to his gaze. âSince when have I ever played it safe?â
It was settled. Together, you and Aventurine began planning a final escape from IPC, the promise of a quiet, shared life filling every unspoken moment between you.
Weeks later, the two of you were ready. Aventurine had secured falsified documents, disguises, and even an old shuttle that heâd salvaged and reprogrammed to slip through IPC scanners. His heart thrummed with excitement as he held your hand, the two of you ducking into back alleys and secret passages within IPCâs labyrinthine halls, moving closer to the shuttle bay with each step.
But just as freedom felt within reach, a familiar voice stopped him cold.
âAventurine,â called a smooth, calculating voiceâa voice he knew well, belonging to his superior within IPC, one of the few who could see through his every bluff. âGoing somewhere?â
A team of armed operatives closed in, blocking your escape route, and Aventurine felt his stomach sink as he saw the trap closing around you both.
âWhatâs this?â he asked smoothly, masking his fear with a cocky grin as he positioned himself protectively in front of you. âA farewell party?â
His superior raised a brow, her gaze shifting to you before returning to him. âLeaving isnât an option for a Stoneheart. Surely you know that.â
He cast a glance over his shoulder, meeting your eyes, silently urging you to stay close, to trust him just one last time. âThen let me make it clear,â he replied, stepping forward, his voice steady. âIâm done with IPC. And if you want me, youâll have to get through us both.â
In the ensuing chaos, you and Aventurine fought with everything you had, desperate for one last chance at freedom. But just as you were about to reach the shuttle, a shot rang out.
You stumbled, a look of shock crossing your face as blood bloomed from your side. Aventurineâs heart seized. âNo,â he whispered, catching you as you collapsed into his arms. âNo, no, please⊠we were almost there.â
Your eyes met his, filled with a quiet acceptance he couldnât bear. âItâs okay, Aventurine,â you murmured, your hand weakly reaching to touch his face. âIâm just sorry⊠I couldnât give you the life we dreamed of.â
Tears heâd fought so long to hide spilled over as he held you, pressing his forehead to yours. âNo, no, please donât⊠I canât do this without you.â But even as he clung to you, your grip grew weaker, your breaths fainter.
When your hand slipped from his cheek, Aventurine was left cradling your lifeless form, his vision blurring as grief consumed him. Heâd lost you once before, but nothing had prepared him for the agony of losing you againâfor real this time.
In the end, IPC dragged him back, broken and hollow, the final remnant of his old life slipping through his fingers. He returned to the office and his title as a Stoneheart, each day haunted by the love heâd sacrificed to leave the IPC, each night dreaming of a life heâd never know.
And so Aventurine remained, a prisoner of the world heâd once called his own, but now bound by griefâa gambler whoâd lost his most precious wager.
#hsr#honkai star rail#x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#hsr aventurine x reader#angst with no happy ending#angst#intense emotions#love and loss#hurt/comfort#forbidden love#character death#regret#betrayal#internal conflict#bittersweet romance#forced separation#dark themes#potential tearjerker#unresolved trauma
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Tell me about the latest AU you've got rotating around your head đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș RIGHT NOW. RIIIIGHT NOW. AGOIRHHGREHORHIW GHOR GHIW đ
I call it "Twin Souls Au" and it's mostly an exercise.
Chinese mythology has this persons called Wu (ć·«) which were shamans. By the late Zhou dynasty, Wu referred mostly to female shamans, while Xi refers to male ones. But for this Au I take Wu to mean a gender-neutral Shaman. As it says in the Shang oracular inscriptions:
whether the Wu is a man or a woman is not known;
it could be either the name for a function or the name of a people (or an individual) coming from a definite territory or nation;
the Wu seems to have been in charge of some divinations, (in one instance, divination is linked to a sacrifice of appeasement);
the Wu is seen as offering a sacrifice of appeasement but the inscription and the fact that this kind of sacrifice was offered by other persons (the king included) suggests that the Wu was not the person of choice to conduct all the sacrifices of appeasement;
there is only one inscription where a direct link between the king and the Wu appears. Nevertheless, the nature of the link is not known, because the status of the Wu does not appear clearly;
he follows (being brought, presumably, to Shang territory or court) the orders of other people; he is perhaps offered to the Shang as a tribute.
And yes, I copied that from Wikipedia. Another one:
"men and women possessed by spirits or gods, and consequently acting as seers and soothsayers, exorcists and physicians; invokers or conjurers bringing down gods at sacrifices, and performing other sacerdotal functions, occasionally indulging also in imprecation, and in sorcery with the help of spirits." - The Religious System of China (vol 6) 1910
It's more complicated than that but Wu are basically the jack of all trades of chinese magicians.
What I focused on are two specific Wu:
The sacrifice
They are people, usually women and disabled people, who were burned at the stake to bring about rain. They themselves are an offering to the gods. CofCofShenJiuCofCof. They are also mediums for the spirit world.
Fangxiangshi
He is referred to as "The one that sees in all four directions" and wears a mask of bearskin with four golden eyes, and carried a lance and shield.
His primary duties were orchestrating the seasonal ritual to chase out disease-causing demons from buildings, and leading a funeral procession to exorcize corpse-eating wangliang spirits away from a burial chamber. Which he did by violently getting into buildings, houses included, and energetically thrusting his spear into the air.
He is a seer, and one that can conjure visions only he can see. Like a certain nerd who read the "book of fates for PIDW"
Wu were often a pair of siblings that are referred to as a single entity. Like two souls in a single body.
To the actual story:
The day of the transmigration, just as SY's soul is getting settled into SJ's body, a pair of heavenly officials (unimportant who) comes to get them for some important thing they have to do in heaven (Because more often than not, one is born a Wu), as Wu are also bureaucrats.
Man is Yue Qingyuan confused. He was there taking care of his ailed shidi and suddenly someone comes and takes him away before he can say anything. He naturally calls for a meeting and all peak lord are on the case to get him back (some more reluctantly than others)
The Ku Xing Peak Lord or whoever is in charge of rituals and divination gets them permission to go get SQQ (As they already did the thing they had to do), but only YQY and LQG are allowed. So they go.
In the heavenly realm (Not heaven outright) they see SQQ siting calmly in a gazebo on the garden, reading. More relaxed than anyone has even seen him.
SQQ sees them and, without letting them speak, says: "I'm not dealing with this"
And he separates from the body.
The body (SQQ) is let in a sleep like state while a tiny, tiny, Shen Jiu comes out of it. He looks perhaps 10, wearing ceremonial robes that only reach his knees. Shen Jiu takes his book and screams for "A-Yuan" to come take his turn.
Then, another 10 y.o. comes out of the house the garden belongs to and immediately protest upon seeing the adult cultivators. He is identical to Shen Jiu, dressed the same, but wears short hair (angled bob) and has a mask winkwink hanging from his neck.
This A-Yuan and Shen Jiu proceed to banter for a while, ignoring both YQY and LQG.
What happened was: Time functions differently in the heavenly realm; ergo, Both Shens have spend a lot of years together and already consider the other their sibling. And their dynamic is to fight and banter... so normal siblings.
Long story short; The Shens are send back to the mortal realm to work and solve mysteries because the heavenly officials were tired of them, and fight over who uses the body.
No one want to use it. They have to be responsible when they are SQQ and it's bothersome. Also CQM keeps trying to make them come back and be a peak lord but solving mysteries is more fun.
#svsss#shen yuan#shen jiu#shen qingqiu#TwinSouls Au#Writing exercise#This is a no romance story#only gremlins and mysteries#I know this was a silly ask but I've researched to much about this to not mention at least this much#Ask
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Thoughts on latest HB ep "Ghostf**kers" (*now that I've regained a bit more energy post-Halloween weekend lol*):
So the newest ep of HB has came & went from what I've seen- aaaand naturally feels like the best time for me to finally ramble about it now that its settled in my brain some more .3. Thoughts (+Spoilers) below~ NOTE: Most of this -does- get a lil rant-y below sooo... read at your own risk lol .w.;;
First things out of the way to start things off on a good note, the Pros:
To start off with... FINALLY we got some Millie focus for a major episode plot (-or more specifically, focus that doesn't get revolved back to Moxxie somehow lol)đđđ. Even if she still lowkey had to share the spotlight with Blitz, their friendship actually felt pretty sweet & compelling the more I watched them (esp their backstory & how Millie was allowed to stand up for herself + while also acknowledging the good in Blitz, once they talked things out đ„șđ). Which ngl, after these previous episodes reigning down HARD on this dude... idk, just felt refreshingly wholesome to see for this series, yknow?đ
New villain Rolando was pretty cool, and surprisingly spooky to watch as the second-half went on oml- .o.;; While I'm still a teensy bit confused how his powers/demon lore work (at least to what we already know about Hell limitations crossing to the human world, ex. succubi & their crystals), his underwater monster vibe gave some fun visuals to watch up until the climax. I'm not 100% familiar with John Waters' works, but damnnn he should take up voice-acting more often ngl~ đ
FINALLY MAMA TILLA MAKES AN (on-screen) APPEARANCE đđHer whole vibe & Blitz's clear love and regret over what happened to her... hhhhh my whole heart ;n; đ
That pink client lady (Rita, I think her name is?) who assigned the hotel mission? I dig her vibe, its cute~ :3
I.M.P. feeling like a legitimate workplace family for once, with even Loona & Moxxie getting a nice lil moment towards the end?? More. Of this. Please. đđ
Even with the lil undertones of the Stol*itz drama from the past couple eps, I very much appreciate Blitz (+the show itself) acknowledging that what's been going is NOT a breakup ('cause... yknow, they never actually dated to begin with lolđ€·ââïž). It may not 100% fix how messy that particular narrative's been handled as of late (which I'll get to in a sec-), but eh... its a start in the right direction, I guess? .3.
Enjoyed all the colorful flashback looks given, never would I have thought I needed mercenary!Millie with a fluffy ponytail til nowww hlkjlkđ©â€ïž
Aaaand as for the not-so-good bits (imo), aka the Cons:
Pacing felt kiiiinda all-over-the-place, I'll admit; like one min we're wasting a good chunk on Blitz's whining fest at the start (+some other pointless banter at the hotel), then the next it feels like we're breezing past Rolando's presence as the "big bad" by the end. Which... I guess I shouldn't be too harsh on given the production drama behind-the-scenes (aka: the leaked content that had to be cut & redone awhile back)... buuuut yeah, its just one of those things you can't help but notice either way đ€·ââïž
Humor-wise wasn't... exactly at its strong point here, mainly just a lil overdone in the sex joke department imo though I guess thats also a bit par-for-the-course in a series like Hellaverse ngl- lol
Now, idk if this may be an unpopular opinion or not; but was I the only one who felt like Blitz's month-long mope fest over Stolas pretty... OOC, all things considered? .-. Like, okay its one thing for Blitz to still be understandably upset over how the last two eps went down (but being the "boss" he is, continues working anyway to keep I.M.P. afloat, as seen in the HB shorts)... but for Blitz of all people to just randomly use ALL his company's funds on useless junk, force his daughter Loona to stay up all night/not go home, drive Moxxie in a panic from all the budgeting issues this past month was just... wut- đ€Šââïž ...Mind you, this is meant to be the SAME Blitz who not even a few episodes ago begged Stolas to not take away the Grimoire (aka the key to his + his employee's livelihood), clearly being willing to do anything to not lose all he holds dear. You seriously expect me to believe he'd be the type to throw that all away (for a WHOLE month) to whine over some blue-blooded bird not noticing him? ...Yeaaaaah sorry, but I'm gonna have to call bs on that, chief đ
Kiiiinda tying in the last point, but as much as I enjoyed the tense thills gained from the "Rolando enters Blitz' mind to make him see his own flaws/past mistakes" sequence... I do have a few issues with some of these other "flashbacks" added to the mix: 1) Loona's groin kick towards Blitz in "Seeing Stars" (*wasn't Blitz's fault since ALL he did was tell her to be nice to clients... and was right about to apologize to Loona just seconds before the kick đ*) 2) Blitz pushing Stolas' hand away in "Ozzies" (*which Blitz only did after Stolas hide his face away/didn't defend Blitz during the song*) 3) Stolas' hurt face at the end van scene of "Ozzie's" (*mind you, taking place while Blitz is rightfully standing up for himself/telling off Stolas for being a privileged creep all of S1*) 4) Stolas trying to present the Asmodean Crystal gift in "Full Moon" (*a whoooole mess in of itself I already covered prior-*) 5) Stolas angrily walking away from their pool fight + trash-talking Blitz in the "Motherf**kers" song + drunk whining + making out with a whole other dude in front of Blitz (*again, a huge mess I covered prior but TL;DR... most of that WASN'T fully-Blitz's fault in those instances??đ*)
Like... I dunno man, I don't mean to sound like I'm just ragging on Stolas per-episode as of late... but these last few points just keep giving me mixed signals than any genuine "hope" for him & Blitz to work out romantically tbhđ. For any canon couple in fiction, I WANT to see reasons for why they work best together, what kind of interests/aspects they've got in-common, what special "spark" is there that helps them stand out above all the other dynamics out there... but from what I see so far on Blitz's end, it honestly feels more like he's only gained these "feelings" for Stolas out of guilt... not because he actually wants him for him, y'know? :/ Which... ngl, sounds like a really sad precedent to send for a main-endgame couple, imho... đ€·ââïž
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Soooo yeah, all that rant-y rambling aside... not a bad ep in the grand scheme of things! đđHere's hoping the last few remaining eps (+possible shorts) for S2 keeps up the good work! đ
#helluva boss#hellaverse#helluva boss opinions#helluva boss review#helluva boss spoilers#helluva boss critical#(*this ain't meant to be a full-on critical blog btw- but for this review in-partular... yeaah it may be best to just mark it as such lol*#(*I -did- still enjoy the ep nonetheless btw so don't be too mad pls TwT*)
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thinking so fondly about my friends here. I may be too tired to maintain consistent contact but please don't think for a second I don't miss and love you very much.
#i feel so bad abt it#my adhd symptoms do be getting worse with age#plus I'm going through a personal transition phase waiting on some things to hopefully happen#tl;dr life and mental illness make nurturing ppl not doable atm#but i see your names and đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#to those who continue to share links and drop check-in messages and are just so patient#thank you#bc believe me i hate it lmao#keep your fingers crossed for me
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Youâre my baby, say it to me
#losing dogs has been playing in my head nonstop for three days and itâs making me cry#been reading a lot of parent swk fics and wailing and crying#itâs wukong. heâs the losing dog#sobbing and crying thatâs his BABY đđđ#mk has many dads but wukong only has one child#lemme clarify the lmk one#canon jttw wukong FUCKS#genghis khan has nothing on his lineage#I wanna make a couple wukong children ocs actually#I got some banger ideas#lego monkie kid#monkie kid fanart#lmk fanart#lmk sun wukong#lmk mk#lmk xiaotian#thatâs such a cute name I think#if anyone knows what the Chinese name means could they tell me pwease#digital art#my art#parent sun wukong#tell your baby đ«” that Iâm your baby đđ„șđ„ș#sobbing#fuck I forgot his face heart o(-( the tears were blurring me I couldnât see#baby mk
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[CN] Li Zeyanâs Reliance Date (Eng Translation)
âWarningâ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, äŸé äčçșŠ, that is yet to be released on the global server! âĄ
â ïž Additional Warning â ïž while the entire date is not spice-themed, but the steamy parts are borderline dangerous and highly not recommended if you donât qualify for the 17+ age rating (CN server). so, the call is yours~ :>
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MC: [on the call] âŠWe need to find some local media outlets that we can potentially partner with for our ad campaign ASAP.
MC: [on the call] Â Also, email me a copy of the revised design proposal for the main exhibit booth.
As soon as I hang up the phone, a flurry of work notifications causes my phone to vibrate again. I roll over on the soft couch and canât help but heave a sigh.
MC: SighâŠ
[MCâs Company Name] has undertaken several major projects this year, and all of them have been executed very successfully. The companyâs reputation is also gradually expanding beyond Loveland City.
Last month, our company bid for a large-scale project in collaboration with Copenhagen City Council and Loveland City, and I worked overtime for over a month for this.
However, just as we were about to secure the project smoothly, we were maliciously intercepted by the competing company Shuanjian Media. In the end, it was due to LFG stepping in that we were able to resolve the situation with a narrow escape.
Even though the project has been secured, a lingering sense of defeat from being backstabbed and making critical errors remains with me, refusing to dissipate from my mind.
Perhaps because of this, Iâve recently spent the majority of my time being on top of all kinds of tedious work, afraid that if I donât handle them in time, it will lead to further consequences.
The sound of steady footsteps gradually draws near, and I turn my head to see Li Zeyan walking towards me. He places a cup of hot Longan tea on the coffee table next to me.
LZY: This is already the eighth time a certain someone has sighed tonight. Whatâs so thorny about the project that got you on edge?
I put my phone down and, somewhat coquettishly, open my arms toward the person in front of me.
MC: Weâre planning an exhibition for the project in Copenhagen. Just finalized the venue today and now ironing out the details.
He readily responds to my cue and enfolds me in his arms. His fingers trace their way up my neck, massaging the skin there in a soothing manner.
LZY: If I remember correctly, the preparation period for this exhibition is quite long, and thereâs no need for your recent overtime to catch up on the schedule.
MC: Youâre right, but the coordination needed for various aspects of a multinational project is quite intricate. Starting earlier allows more elbow roomâŠ
MC: Plus, the reason Iâve been working overtime isnât just for this project. The business interview youâre starring in will also be recorded tomorrow.
MC: Itâs the final episode of the year, so I cannot afford any slip-ups!
LZY: Youâve already confirmed the program sequence with me three times today. What could possibly go wrong?
While speaking, Li Zeyan sits down next to me and draws me into his arms.
MC: After all, the external press would absolutely kill to have their names in the show where the CEO Li of LFG is making an appearance. So, I definitely need to be 200% cautious.
Nestled in his embrace, breathing in his familiar scent, I make a conscious effort to relax my somewhat tired brain.
LZY: If you encounter any difficulties, reach out to me at any time.
MC: Iâm facing difficulties right now, and Iâm in urgent need of CEO Liâs encouragement!
I pucker my lips and lift my head to approach him. The corners of Li Zeyanâs lips curl up slightly, and he lowers his headââ a soft, warm touch descends before leaving just as quickly.
Though fleeting, the tenderness of the moment washes over my heart. I nuzzle his chin with the tip of my nose, feeling perfectly content.
LZY: [chuckles indulgently] Dummy, youâre so easily satisfied.
MC: Why wouldnât I be? What could be more soothing than a kiss from CEO Li?
MC: As for work matters⊠CEO Li has already helped me a lot, so Iâll work hard and handle the rest on my own!
LZY: Weâll talk about the âworking hardâ part later. But if you keep dawdling like this, the bathtub is gonna need a refill of hot water.
MC: Hehe, right now, you should say something like, âHoney, itâs bath time~â
LZY: âŠ
Ignoring the speechless look in his eyes, I lazily shift my position and nuzzle his neck, then stand up with a smile.
MC: Would you like to join me for some relaxation time?
I notice that his fingertips seem to tense up for a moment. Before he can really come and âarrestâ me, I make a face at him and dash into the bathroom.
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Soaking in the warm bath, I feel the fatigue in my body dissolving into the water.
Just as Iâm about to use my phone to find a drama to watch and completely clear my mind, work messages begin popping up one after another on the screen, and I subconsciously click on them.
MC: [to herself] So, the collaboration partner we agreed on before has backed out�
As part of our tourism project with Denmark, we are planning to establish recreational and promotional zones in both cities, and we have found an experienced collaborator in the relevant field to partner with.
MC: [to herself] Everything was already talked through and all set, so why are they bringing up issues with the companyâs capital chain at this critical juncture?
I feel my insides somewhat burning with rage, so I give Anna a call. She also sounds just as angry and swiftly catches me up to speed on the situation.
Anna: [on the call] I did some digging, and it turns out one of the shareholders of this company has a very close personal relationship with the owner of Shuangjian Media.
MC: [on the call] Shuangjian Media?
Isnât that the black-hearted company that tried to sabotage our tourism project?
Anna: [on the call] We initially partnered with them because of their experience in cross-border tourism projects, but now wrangling with them is more cumbersome than itâs worth. I think it might be better to take this opportunity to switch to another company.
MC: [on the call] âŠlet me think about it.
I release a sigh and hang up the phone, then bury my face in the water, blowing bubbles as a mild head throbbing creeps over me.
The perfect company⊠As I ponder on this matter, a face flashes through my mind.
As a matter of fact, I have casually mentioned this project to Li Zeyan before, but he didnât show much interest in it.
Should I⊠go ask him?
Even though I know in my heartââ LFG is the ideal choice that canât go wrong, for some reason, I canât seem to bring myself to voice my thoughts.
I canât always turn to Li Zeyan to help resolve my problems every time I run into one.
No longer in the mood to soak in the warm bath, I reach for the shampoo and press the nozzle, intending to wash up as quickly as possible.
I press down hard twice, but the bottle only emits a sputtering sound, and the last remaining bit of shampoo drips pitifully into my palm.
MC: âŠ
Akin to a sudden spark explosion, it instantly triggers a denotation of all the built-up frustration inside me.
I take a deep breath, jerk myself up from the water and throw on a robe, intending to head for the cabinet to find a new bottle of shampoo.
Little did I know, the moment I step onto the tiled floor, I feel my feet slip out from under me, and my body uncontrollably begins to topple forwardââ
With a loud thud, the immediate sensation of pain shoots up my knee.
MC: [in pain] HissâŠ
The pain causes my eyes to burn hot, and I slide down onto the bathroom floor, rubbing my knee.
A flurry of somewhat anxious footsteps echoes outside the door. Moments later, the door is flung open, revealing Li Zeyanâs face, tension written across his entire countenance, an expression that is rarely seen on him.
LZY: [panicked af]Â What happened?
The blast of cold air from the open door causes me to shiver. Noticing this, he closes the door before squatting down beside me.
MC: âŠI slipped and banged my knee.
As he looks at my slightly reddened knee, a hint of helplessness crosses his expression.
LZY: [sighs with infinite indulgent resignation] Restless.
His warm thumb massages the area around my reddened knee, causing the jumble of fretful emotions in my heart to instantly turn into a surge of grievances and pour out.
I blink, trying to dispel the mist clouding my vision. The finger caressing my skin pauses for a moment before suddenly landing at the corner of my eye, catching me unawares.
LZY: [even more indulgently] Crying because it hurts too much?
MC: âŠno, itâs not that!
MC: Itâs nothing serious, just that I got a call from Anna earlier. Thereâs been⊠a minor hiccup with the tourism project.
Pouting my lips, I recount to Li Zeyan the âbad newsâ Iâve just received.
LZY: Do you need my help?
This seems to be the second time he has asked this question. I struggle with myself for a moment before shaking my head.
MC: Thereâs⊠no need for now, but if I canât handle it myself, Iâll definitely reach out to CEO Li.
Hearing me respond this way, Li Zeyan doesnât press further, and he simply places his palm on the side of my knee.
LZY: Does it still hurt?
Listening to his tender tone, I canât help but gently hook my finger around his.
MC: It hurts⊠I canât get up.
LZY: [laughs helplessly] When a certain stubborn someone fixates on something, thereâs no stopping her, but sheâs oddly honest when it comes to being afraid of pain.
MC: Iâm just being a little persistent, is all. I canât always have you be my safety net every time thereâs an issue⊠ouch!
My knee twitches slightly, and a dull ache once again surges through my knee, reminiscent of spreading out along silken threads.
LZY: You canât solve two things at once, so take them one at a time.
LZY: Do you want to take care of your knee first, or deal with the work matters?
MC: âŠknee.
The air in the small bathroom with thick with white steam, and even Li Zeyanâs faint sigh seems to blend into the steaming hot vapor.
LZY: [lets out a complex laugh; itâs of sb who is all-knowing of all happenings but is infinitely indulgent towards you]Â Then listen to me.
MC: [confused] WhatâŠ
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Before I can finish my sentence, Li Zeyan has already shown me through his actions how I should âlisten.â
A soft touch imprints on my skin, and a burning sensation spreads from my knee along my skin to my entire body.
I jolt slightly and freeze for a moment. The patch of skin kissed by that softness tingles, and it seems like even the pain is slowly dissipating.
LZY: Donât fidget; it might make the pain worse.
The deep, slightly hoarse tailing note of his voice, accompanied by the sound of running water, causes me to subconsciously draw my leg back a little, only to have it restrained in place by that hand again.
A gentle sensation, carrying with it a slight chill, seems to pepper its way over my knee, and the painful spot feels as if itâs being licked with cherishment and care.
All the senses in my body seem to be concentrated on that one spot, and I canât help but take a light breath.
MC: Li ZeyanâŠÂ
LZY: [SO SOFâ but you can also hear heâs THEREâ]Â Hm?
MC: âŠItâs nothing, I just wanted to say your nameâŠ
The fingers supporting my knee tighten slightly, and a surge of scorching breath sweeps over me, swallowing my trailing notes.
I follow his breath and, bit by bit, probe deeper, my heart in my chest pounding in synchronization with his increasingly rising body heat.
Warm water continues to gush from the showerhead, soaking both Li Zeyanâs clothes and mine without distinction.
A body temperature hotter than mine gradually closes in, and I feel as if Iâm drowning in this steamy heat swirling in the air.
The lingering colorful bubbles from the shower gel float into the air, then burst open with a pop, leaving behind a soft chime drowned out by the sound of water.
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ăChapter 3ă
Even though I gave up on the bubble bath halfway, ended up having to take a second shower, and by the time I went to bed, it was already the middle of the night, I still woke up early today.
[MCâs Company Name] annual business interview program is scheduled to shoot its final episode today, and Li Zeyan will be appearing as the heavyweight guest in this installment.
I have postponed all my other work and arrived at the studio early to ensure every detail of the shoot is absolutely flawless.
The soft white light from the softbox projects onto the light gray background wall, dimly reflecting the shadows of people hurrying around.
Standing in front of the filming equipment, I direct the production crew to adjust the set.
MC: This table needs to be moved a bit more. It doesnât look well-positioned at the moment.
MC: Turn the reflector on the front left a little more to the right⊠there, perfect!
MC: The set is almost ready. Iâll go and check on the guest first.
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After saying hello to the supervisor, I head to the dressing room.
Li Zeyan, clad in a suit, sits in front of a vanity mirror, his bangs swept up, causing his somewhat piercing eyes to be enhanced with an even deeper intensity.
The moment I walk in, those eyes precisely capture me from the reflection in the mirror.
MC: How is the preparation coming along, CEO Li?
LZY: Not bad. Is everything taken care of on the set?
Detecting a hint of jest in his tone, I walk over with a smile.
MC: Yup, thatâs why Iâm here to check in on this side of thingsââ CEO Li is our important, esteemed guest after all, so we canât afford to be negligent.
MC: Therefore, today, my entire day belongs to you, CEO Li.
I wink at him through the mirror and catch a subtle smile playing at the edge of Li Zeyanâs lips.
I sit down on a stool nearby and watch the makeup artist styling Li Zeyan.
From this angle, his ocular orbit and the bridge of his nose appear even more defined, accentuating the depth of his eyes all the more.
MC: CEO Liâs side profile could outshine many stars on the cover of fashion magazines without competition.
LZY: [laughs in spite of himself] âŠalways laying it on thick.
Even though he says this, the slight arch at the tip of his brows betrays a hint of delight.
Spellbound, as I continue to watch him, my phone suddenly vibrates twice, and a message from Kiki pops upââ
Kiki: Boss, great news!!
In the chat window, a push notification jumps into my sight, and a few familiar words grab my attention.
MC: [reading the news] âShuangjian Media Faces Major Crisis! Multiple celebrities under its banner are implicated in tax evasion scandals, and the investigation is underway. The amount of tax evasion has reached up toâŠâ
Upon seeing the number below, I take in a sharp breath of air.
With such a large amount of tax evasion being investigated, itâs sure to land them in serious trouble.
Although I have caught the wind of some rumors before, suddenly so many people being exposed at once seems more like a deliberate actionâŠ
A vague idea surfaces in my mind. I instinctively look towards the man not far away, only to lock eyes with him directly.
LZY: MC.
I havenât even noticed when, but his styling is already complete, and the makeup artist has left the dressing room, leaving only the two of us.
The slightly slim-fitted suit highlights his already tall and straight stature, and his slender fingers unhurriedly adjust the cufflinks. He looks in my direction, lifting his head slightly.
LZY: Help me out.
I raise my eyes and see a rose gold collar pin loosely hanging from the collar of his light gray shirt.Â
I walk up to him and carefully fasten the collar pin. My fingertips inadvertently graze against the skin of his neck, eliciting a slight quiver of the Adamâs apple beneath the collar.
A somewhat scorching breath caresses my bangs, leaving a tickling sensation.
LZY: [laughs in amusement] Why are you zoning out?
His warm fingertips are on my neck, gently grazing the skin there intermittently.
MC: Just saw some good news that came as a relief for body and mind, thatâs why I was a little distracted.
MC: Shuangjian Media, the company that intercepted [MCâs Company Name] before, has hit a roadblock⊠I wonder who âplayed the hero to uphold justice.â
I smile and wink at him, trying to discern any inkling of a clue from his expression that would confirm my guess.
However, he simply lowers his eyes slightly and looks at me, a barely perceptible arc forming on his lips.
LZY: [chuckles softly, but thatâs a mastermind chuckle i tell you lmao] Thatâs quite nice.
MC: Li Zeyan, youâŠ
A knock on the door cuts me off, and the voice of my assistant comes from outside.
Assistant: Boss, CEO Li, itâs almost time for the shoot to begin.
MC: Got it, weâll be right there.
I purse my lips, suppressing my urge to inquire further, and loosen my hands, intending to escort Li Zeyan to the filming studio.
To my surprise, the pair of arms holding me within show no intention of letting go. He lowers his eyes, his gaze intent upon me.
LZY: Given the importance of this shoot, there ought to be an additional step in the preparation process.
With his head lowered, Li Zeyan leans in towards me slightly. A gentle and familiar breath assaults my senses, and his soft finger pad presses between my lips and teeth, hinting at something ambiguous.Â
I cradle his face and lift myself up on my toes.
Our breaths intertwine for a brief moment, but a gentle ripple is left in my heart, reminiscent of a dragonfly lightly touching the waterâs surface.
MC: So, even CEO Li needs a little encouragement before stepping in front of the camera?
LZY: I learned it from a certain someone.
The light in those deep eyes remains locked onto me, shimmering slightly, radiating a glow that seeps into my heart.
LZY: And itâs very effective.
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Such scenes are run-of-the-mill for Li Zeyan. His tone remains steady throughout and devoid of any trace of tension.
LZY: The economic situation this year isnât conducive to expanding the business scope or making risky investments, but there are more opportunities in the lower-tier markets compared to previous yearsâŠ
As I watch Li Zeyan through the camera lens, the soft light, which leans more on the cooler tone, accentuates the depths of the manâs countenance all the more.
He speaks at a measured pace, but each word is uttered with an inexplicable sense of certainty.
Host: Although CEO Li mentioned just now that this year isnât favorable for expanding business extern, LFG seems to be steadily venturing into new fields this year.
LZY: As a matter of fact, LFG has not been as stable this year as it may seem from the outside. On the contrary, weâve encountered more crises than in previous years.
LZY: The failure of some investments has even put us under the preying eyes of many industry peers.
LZY: But fortunately, Iâm not alone in holding up LFG, and LFG is not an isolated islandââ
As he speaks, his gaze seems to subtly shift towards me behind the camera. In that brief second our eyes interlock, the corners of his lips curl upward into a small smile.
But when I focus and take a closer look again, itâs as if that fleeting smile was never there.
LZY: LFG was able to weather this yearâs storms without any mishaps not only due to our decisions but also thanks to the countless colleagues who worked tirelessly day and night to recover the companyâs losses, as well as to the support of our subsidiaries.
LZY: Especially the companies that LFG has invested in. Without them, LFG wouldâve encountered even greater challenges this year.
Li Zeyanâs straight-from-the-shoulder remarks leave even the host a little taken aback, an expression of surprise settling on their face.
Host: It appears that even LFG, regarded as the lion king in the eyes of the others, has times when it rides the waves to advance.
LZY: Thatâs inevitable; no one walks a solitary path in this society.
LZY: Having your own plans and making decisive choices is important, but choosing the right people to move forward with is equally important.
I am slightly taken aback.
This was not in the script; itâs obviously an impromptu remark from Li Zeyan.
Iâm not sure why, but these words suddenly make me think of those eyes gazing into mine in the bathroom last night.
The unnecessary persistences in my heart seem to quietly start to disintegrate. I tightly clench my fingers and pull my attention back to the show.
Host: We can tell that CEO Li is speaking from the heart. It seems that not only for the company but also for you, CEO Li, personally, do you have someone who can be considered as your exclusive âvalued personâ?
This time, I clearly see the smile in his eyes. I hold my breath slightly, waiting for the answer that I may have already known for a long time, yet canât help eagerly anticipatingââ
LZY: [while looking at you] I do. Itâs a well-spring that will never run dry, even in the desert. No matter what trouble may arise, I know without a doubtââ
LZY: [while looking at you] She will be by my side forever.
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After the interview concludes, the filming crew and I head to the Central Grand Hotel.
To celebrate the completion of year-end work and the official wrap-up of the show, [MCâs Company Name] is holding a team-building celebration party here.
Perhaps because the end of the year is drawing closer, a festive atmosphere gradually begins to permeate, filling the banquet hall with laughter.
Being spurred on by this pure joy, I also end up having a few extra drinks.
I find myself feeling a little woozy, until, finally, Li Zeyan takes the wine glass from my hand and escorts me all the way to the lounge of the suite.
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Inside the roomâs bathroom, I turn on the faucetââ the cool water flows over my hand, washing away the slight tipsiness from the alcohol.
After the buzz from the alcohol has worn off a bit, I exhale and push open the bathroom door.
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The lights in the room are not lit, and a familiar voice can be heard drifting from near the window. He seems to be on the phone with someone.
LZY: âŠgot it. Email it to me.
The high heels under my feet tread on the soft carpet, barely producing any sound as I walk quietly to the floor-to-ceiling windowsââ
Outside the glass windows of the high-rise, thousands of lights spread out into the distance like a dazzling mosaic of stars.
Li Zeyan is lying on the carpet, the neon lights falling upon him in soft, colorful specks.
I sit down by the freestanding panoramic bathtub not far from him, watching as he hangs up the call.
MC: Was that about work?
LZY: Mm. I heard [MCâs Company Name] is looking for new partners for the Denmark project. Iâve asked the marketing department to draft a proposal. Once itâs finalized, Iâll send it over to you.
MC: But⊠werenât you not very interested in this project before?
LZY: Itâs true that the profit margins of this project are finite for LFG. However, if we approach it strategically, it could be a breakthrough in the Nordic market.
Seeing my somewhat baffled expression, he raises an eyebrow.
LZY: Since a certain someone has been dragging her feet, I have no choice but to take the initiative and propose it myself.
LZY: Or perhaps you already have other choices in mind?
MC: Of course not!
I donât shy away from meeting those deep eyes of his squarely. My heart skips a beat, and Iâm reminded of the question Iâve been holding back all afternoon.
MC: Before I give you my formal answer, I also have something Iâd like to ask CEO Liââ
MC: Shuangjian Media artists were found to have engaged in tax evasion. Helping [MCâs Company Name] vent some frustration this way⊠that was CEO Liâs doing, wasnât it?
LZY: After all, a certain someone has been frowning and being glued to her phone even during meals for the past two weeks because of the troubles this company has stirred.
LZY: Itâs best to take care of it early on, so it doesnât take up more of your energy.
Iâm momentarily stunned, and as I reflect on the recent events, a surge of emotions suddenly intertwines in my heart.
MC: So, CEO Li, what you are subtly reminding me is that Iâve been too occupied with work recently and have been neglecting you?
LZY: [you canât hear me, but Iâm screamingââ]Â I simply want to have the share thatâs rightfully mine.
His understated words convey a hint of tenderness thatâs impossible to miss, and it sears into my heart, making the swaying toes of my feet pause mid-motion.
MC: Li Zeyan, thank you. Even though it may sound very formal, I still want to say thank you.
LZY: I wonder who was the person that said before that, you and I, we are one identity?
Iâm slightly taken aback for a momentââ I did seem to have said those words not too long ago.
At the time, FengZhen Group was making moves against LFG, and I couldnât be more grateful to be the one who could stand by his side.
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[Tidbits]: Itâs a call-back to Li Zeyanâs 2024 CNY UR: Burning Imprints~
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MC: [teasingly] Â I believe I said âand LFGâ at the time.
LZY: [confidently shrugs off LOL] Same thing.
LZY: Both LFG and I are enmeshed in many complicated relationships, and more and more branches and leaves are slowly growing outward.
LZY: So thereâs no need to be so anxious. Youâve long been the sharpest blade capable of breaking the siege for LFG.
The lingering haze that has been weighing on my mind for the past half a month suddenly clears up. In its place, there arises a kind of sweet and surging fluttering sensation, and itâs overwhelming enough to fill my entire heart.
I did seem to be a little too anxious, so anxious that I overlooked the fact that I didnât need to be in a hurry to rush forward. The unshakable position by his side will always belong to me and me alone.
I lower my eyes, my gaze tracing the contours of his outline obscured by the darkness.
MC: Li Zeyan⊠you will forever be my first choice.
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As the words leave my lips, my ankle is suddenly clasped by a warm, dry palm.
Followed by a sigh that almost blends into the night, a twinge of pain shoots through my calfââ
My eyes widen, watching as Li Zeyanâs lips meet my skin and nip me gently. He raises his eyes to interlock with mine, and I can see a hint of dissatisfaction swimming in their depths.
LZY: [GOSH THAT SULKY YET SEXY TONE] Youâve hesitated for too long.
Warm fingertips trace upward along my calf little by little, as if offering a kind of appeasement.
The worries haunting me every now and again, concealed in the darkest recesses of my heart, are set alight and burned to ashes.
MC: âŠI didnât take that long.
LZY: Since I am your first choice, donât hesitate.
His fiery breath snakes slowly up the inside of my knee, accompanied by comforting words tinged with a layer of inexplicable rosy hue, causing one to become addicted.
The soft touch rests gently agains the bend of my knee, causing me to shiver involuntarily. I chuckle softly and look at him with a semi-playful gaze.
MC: Um⊠Mr. âFirst Choice,â could you help me with somethingââ
MC: Tell me, what can I do to make you happier?
Not waiting for me to finish my sentence, the pressure on my thigh increases slightly, and suddenly my body feels lighter.
The cry of exclamation hasnât even left me before I find my entire person already wrapped in strong, solid arms.
LZY: You knowingly ask the question.
His deep eyes are so close to me, almost within reach. I can clearly see countless sparks surging beneath them, stirring up an ambiguous and inexplicable heat.
LZY: [chuckles softly] Also, while I said I would help you, it doesnât mean you wonât have to pay the price.
LZY: After all, I donât do business at a loss.
LZY: You still have time to think about⊠what you can give to pay me.
My heart is filled to the brim. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, bury my face in the crook of his neck, and release a sigh of contentment.
The throbbing and undulations of his chest pound against my body again and again, and even the depths of my very soul seem to be trembling along with the motionââ
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The People's Princess or whatever
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Also 2 songs that sound exactly like Suguru singing (to me):
#fits and poses inspired by Mana sama :3333#how does anyone see him as anything but goth#GET MY WIFE'S NAME OUT YOUR FUCKIN MOUTH đŁïžđŁïžđŁïž#do you guys think i have good taste in musicđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș#THANK YOU MANA SAMA FOR BEING SO COOL AND REMINDING ME OF SUGURU!!!!#mana sama#suguru geto#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#plastic tree#mejibray#satoru gojo#satosugu#goth#goth suguru#geto suguru#jujutsu geto
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hi, I don't really have anything to say, but I think you might like this picture that my friend got of the eclipse :)
!!!!!!! JESUS??? IN MY ASK BOX??? WITH A GIFT??????
This is BEAUTIFUL aaaaaaa thank you!!! I was so sad that I didn't get to witness it irl but this totally makes up for it đ„č Gracias Jesus đâïžđ
#i need to point out everytime i see your name i read âJesus but BUTTERâ instead#which is even funnier in my head lmao#anyways. THANK YOU this is genuinely so sweet đ„șđđ„șđđ„șđđ„șđđ„șđ#lil smoochie for you. or a nice cookie whatever you prefer đ#darya answers#eclipse#solar eclipse
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THE BEST OF PRIORITY: THE CITADEL (PART 2)
Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Maj. Kaidan Alenko With: Councilor Donnel Udina, Councilor Tevos, Councilor Laiel Sparatus, Cmdr. Armando-Owen Bailey, and Kai Leng And a Special Guest Appearance by: The Illusive Man But sometimes the way a thing goes down does matter, Sophie. Later- when you have to live with yourself. Knowing that you acted with integrity- then it matters. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)
#mira makes gifs âš#sophie shepard#james vega#EDI#kaidan alenko#shenko#fshenko#mass effect#mass effect 3#me3#mass effect legendary edition#dailygaming#jamesâs panicked face as the shuttle goes down you will always be famous to me bc you are so relatable#at this point i just know the normandy crew is not letting shep EDI or james near anything mechanical anymore#(something mechanical explodes around them on literally every mission at this point- cars.. bombs.. ships.. you name it!) :)#the way i didnât even realize EDI and kaidan were wearing matching armor on this mission until i got to the elevator and i- đ„č (blue crew!!)#but like- the way when soph gets off the elevator and kaidan has the gun drawn and she tells them to lower their weapons??#and EDI and james donât even hesitate? THOSE ARE MY BABIES!!! THATS MY SQUAD RIGHT THERE!! THE LEVEL OF TRUST BETWEEN THESE THREE!! đ„čđ„čđ„č#and they don't raise their weapons again?? not until soph raises hers?? like it's the level of trust between her and them for me đ„č#i will say i talk a lot about how me3 shenko canon doesnât really follow my own shenko canon (and my canon coup is MUCH DIFFERENT)#but something i noticed about the coup that i really liked? when kaidan has his gun drawn on shep you can see his hands shaking a little#itâs SO SUBTLE (and itâs easier to notice when youâve got the video slowed down) but like?? the way his hands arenât steady??#when he has the gun drawn on someone he loves?? i cried a bit making that gif ngl đ„ș#the soft little âyou wonâtâ from shep after âi better not regret thisâ makes me đ„ș every time.#thereâs a canon reason soph doesnât take the renegade interrupt but part of it is bc i like kaidanâs convo on the docks better :)#speaking of the docks the intro to the convo is a bit nonchalant but i like kaidanâs speech about integrity/living with your decisions#and the conversation between him/shep about what happened on the landing pad (though i wish it was a tiny bit longer!!)#thereâs no âi feel like you would have taken me outâ line in the sophâąïž canon but we supplemented it with some rewriting bc loose canonâąïž#(she never draws a gun on the landing pad either but thatâs a story for the actual canon đ)#and yes i gifâed the ass shot. thereâs only one valid ass shot in the series and itâs this one! and you can quote me on that! âš
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seeing photos from fansite freaks on twitter against my will. So like why the fuck were you there. why do you have high def watermarked pictures of this. give us a good answer right now. free hint there is no good answer
#fansites are NOT seeing heaven#like i can see the inevitability and difference w media being there even tho i think there shouldnt have been ANY live media filming of that#(trying so hard to understand why in gods name such a personal event was on the media . )#but with fansites. you are not news youre not media you are just a fucking creep. WHY ARE YOU THERE#how many times do they have to say âhey do not fucking come to the military base!!!!! at all!!!! ever!!!â for ppl to understand it#fansites will read that and be like đ„șđđ Is not for me tho ???? im different đ„șđđ#IT IS FOR YOU!!! ESPECIALLY FOR YOU! JAIL!! fucking insane#~#theres a special spot in hell for fansites im sure
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#oc txt.#c: ingrid#many uncommunicable tjoughts but cooking nonetheless#thst jump between S4 -S5 however long it was (iâm ASSUMING itâs a decade or something maybe even a little more)#definitely sees ingrid being a trophy wife fr#just follows eadith around francia as she sharpens her skills like yes dear âșïž anything you want!#but also growing restless and stagnant because itâs SO far removed from what sheâs always done#probably leaves for a few months to a year or a little more#to refind / recenter herself and put a lot of things to rest#but when she gets home itâs not HOME.#bc she left home behind and itâs like đ„Č yeah iâm leaving i miss my gf actually.#i donât think eadith realizes theyâre technically gfâs yet#doesnât know what name to put on whatâs going on but she knowwwwws sheâs not just a friend and in a lot of ways never had been#sheâs always been something more than that#pre S4 - during S4 stuff is fuzzy rn#but just KNOW ingrid would have fought her way out of that place had it not been for eadith#she might have been bound to her brother because he granted her mercy in exchange for her servitude#(plus it made him look like he got shit done)#but there was not a single moment she did anything with him in mind#eadith ALWAYS came first and always will be#devotion to the point of tearing herself apart tbh.#damn near begs her not to send her away when they abandon eardwulf#bc itâs like âyou can go live your life nowâ#but ingrid just đ„ș u are my life.#corneeeee shit
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finally designing noriko omg đ poor girl has existed since 2022 and never got drawn once
#vari posting#habromania#hab hasnât been in the works that long btw#noriko herself has existed for a while#my first dn fankid đ„ș#i also stole her name from my favorite dn author#if you see this iâm sorry but noriko was a genius name#i also stole your hc name for yamamoto#literally perfect
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#I like this episode! Very good. Very b/sd.#It's just...#I just don't really like the narrative âeveryone else is stupid and must be taken care of because they're too dumb to do it themselvesâ.#It just feels unnecessarily discriminatory.#I understand it could be what Ranpo wanted to hear in that momentâ after a life of feeling like walking among monsters#... But to pretty much say everyone is lesser than him doesn't sound good at all tbh. And pretty anti-democratic.#Yeah I just really can't vibe with scorning and looking down upon everyone else even when it comes from a place of rightful frustration.#Sorry.#But it is very b/sd so there's that.#The fact that Ranpo is so soooo intelligent but also wasn't able to tell Fukuzawa was lying at him about his abilityâ#does feel a bit plot hole-y to me. Like I get Fukuzawa is very persuasive - he didn't even give Ranpo the time to get too sceptical -#And I get in a way Ranpo /wanted/ it to be true. Still it's been established soooooo much up to now that he can see through anything...#But maybe I can only complain ajsyfcsigeufleiub sorry. Again it was a very good episode and an heartwarming story#I also think the murder victim turning out to be alive is the most underwhelming result of any mystery plot but that's just me#Even then I think Tokio's character is an interesting one!! And I love theater#What else. Brilliant episode animation wise.#The black&white to colour is still probably the most witty original and beautiful thing the b/sd anime ever came up with#(Each instance of good animation makes me salty at s5ep3 but eh. Skill issue)#I love Egawa! (Is her name a play on Edogawa? The kanjis are the same æ±ć· / æ±æžć·)#To the next episode!! I can't wait to see Oda and Fukuchi đ„șđ„ș#random rambles#Idk I just think if someone is particularly good at somethingâ whatever it isâ they should still be humble.#Looking down on people automatically makes you look bad no matter what your abilities are.#But it's just me#Edit: âOut to keep the foolish masses safeâ is such a reactionary phrase... C'mon now.........#Next thing you know they're taking away the right to vote from the people because the foolish masses are too dumb to elect đ€Šââïž
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Don't forget to stay hydrated, everyone đ©đ©
#and good game to you all boys and gentlemen đđđ#also hi Kaspy thank you for all the sunsets and the views of the ocean king đ„șđ„șđ„ș#loving the vibes and the shots thank you so much for giving us crumbs i love you đ©đ©#you could have taken that robe off though.. i saw your reflection bestie i'm a creep like that... you could give me a peep come on..#ALL I WANT IS TO SEE THE SHAPE OF YOU SIR LET ME SEE AT LEAST YOUR BACK GIVEN YOU WON'T SHOW ME YOUR đđ đ€đ€đ€#Kasper Schmeichel#danish captain america#king thicccness#also hej Mathias and Baby Hattrick!! i think your name is Rasmus..#Rasmus HĂžjlund#Mathias Jensen
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