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d1xonss · 10 months ago

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HEY ASHHH!!! hope youre doing amazing HOW ABOUT SARCASTIC READER (tony stark kinda personality😝😝) WITH DARYL AAGHH IT WOULD BE SO COOL like readers always so careless

A Friend

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 3.5k

AN ~ Hiii! Thank you for this request, I love the idea! I think any kind of sarcastic character paired with Daryl is just perfect. I’m not super confident on how this one came out but I tried to just work with it lol. Hope you enjoy!

You felt the hot sun beating down onto your skin the longer you stood outside, causing you to have to constantly wipe your forehead every few minutes to get rid of the sweat that pooled there. Your arms continued to burn with how many walkers you kept having to stab on the outsides of the fences, their arms trying to come through the openings to claw at you. You had the privilege and the honor of taking on this job today as Rick instructed, while his happy ass stayed inside and did a count of all the weapons and bullets we had. Making checklists if you will while you were stuck out here working your ass off.

Over the course of a few months, you had all been able to live peacefully inside this prison now without the Governor trying to kill everyone twenty four seven. It was relieving, but the problem you all seemed to have to deal with now were all the walkers built up along the fences, attempting to push their way in. No one knew what exactly caused this to be such a problem, maybe the loudness that everyone provided now with how many of you lived on the other sides of the gates. But it had become a pain to deal with to say the least.

You gritted your teeth as you took your weapon to stab another through the skull, moving down to the one below it, and then the one below the next, trying to take them out as fast as possible. Though suddenly you felt a cold pair of hands grasp onto your wrist, your eyes snapping up to see one from the left had a death grip on you. Literally. You yanked your arm back the moment it registered in your head, taking the blade and stabbing it through the eye, seeing its blood go everywhere.

You huffed out a harsh breath, “Fucker.” you muttered to yourself as you shook out your hand, stepping away from them for a moment to take a small break.

You reached down for your water bottle that you had placed off to the side, raising it up to your mouth to take a drink, feeling the coolness glide down your throat effortlessly. It wasn’t nearly enough to cool you down completely, but it was still better than nothing.

Your eyes then drifted around to the many people outside the prison walls, working, eating, talking with one another. It was nice to see the larger community you had now when it was once just a small and tight knit group. Everything was expanding and growing, and you liked the look of it. But then your gaze trailed off to the left, and you really liked the look of that instead.

Daryl was hunched over the side of his bike as he tinkered with it, using a variety of tools and cursing under his breath sometimes when he couldn’t get it just right. Though that wasn’t the only thing you were focusing on. The way his arms flexed beautifully with every tug and pull he seemed to do, it was causing you to feel even hotter than you were before if that were even possible. And the sweat glistening on his skin while he worked, you could’ve sworn you were drooling a little. God he was hot.

Blinking rapidly, you managed to snap yourself out of it as you turned away before he could notice you staring, looking down towards the ground for a moment to compose yourself. Lord only knows there was just something about that man that you weren't able to resist, but the downside about that was, you knew he hardly even noticed or felt the same. The two of you had never really been the closest, in fact you barely even talked at all for the most part. He was more of a loner type, preferring to be on his own than socialize with other people. But hey, you can’t blame a girl for hoping. You then just put all your attention back to killing the remaining walkers outside the fence, wanting to get it done as fast as possible.

But you found you only lasted about another hour before you were completely over it, needing something else to do to pass the time but also make yourself useful. You found yourself wandering back towards the building as a few other members took over for you at the fence, lingering near the garages before your eyes suddenly spotted some fishing rods. You remembered how Glenn brought those back recently with the intention to use them at a lake just a few miles from here, in hopes of catching other types of food besides deer and squirrel.

You only saw the opportunity for a split second before you just decided to take it. After all it was something to do, and something that wouldn’t want to make you die while doing. You practically skipped over to the supplies laid out, grabbing the two fishing poles and the tacklebox filled with some bait, before heading back towards the gate so the person on watch could let you out.

The walk down towards the large lake was a breeze, giving you an actual opportunity to clear your head for a moment as you could finally get away from the constant snarls of the walkers. You could hardly even step outside anymore before the sound was already ringing in your ears. But out here it was peaceful, calm, and approaching the lake even further, seeing a wooden dock coming into view, it felt even more so.

You stepped out onto the wooden platform and instantly got to work, placing some bait on the hook, before casting the line out into the water, pulling at it a little every once and a while to get the fake fish to move around. You sat in silence for the longest time now, it then suddenly hit you all at once how boring this was to do alone with no one else to keep you company. How there wasn’t a single sound to be heard or even anything interesting to look at…nothing. A sigh then passed your lips as you held the rod loosely in one hand while resting your chin in the other, the silence now growing even more so.

That is until you heard a distinct noise. Footsteps approaching you from behind, heavy ones too, marching against the dock pretty loudly as they inched closer to you. Your eyes then peered over your shoulder, trying to not show the shock you felt when you saw it was Daryl coming up to you, crossbow in hand and a typical serious look on his face.

“The hell you doin?” he asked once he was close enough, eyeing the supplies that surrounded your figure, before his gaze returned to you.

Your brows furrowed. Was he serious?

“Oh you know, just…skydiving.” you said with a shrug, your tone coming out monotone and serious as your eyes squinted up towards him because of the bright sun behind his head.

He scoffed to himself at your sarcastic answer, his permanent scowl intensifying as he didn't open his mouth to speak again, causing you to roll your eyes. “I’m fishing-”

“I know that girl.” he cut you off, “I mean why the hell did ya come out here alone in the middle of the damn day?” he spat, literally. With the way he spoke so harshly he accidentally spit on your skin as he hovered above you.

You blinked a few times in slight disgust, “It’s a free country sprinkles,” you commented dryly as you wiped your cheeks, “And anyway, I needed to get away from all the constant noise back there. Didn’t think it would be that big of an issue.” you informed with widened eyes.

His expression continued to remain neutral as he nearly glared down towards you in almost disbelief. Was it because you came out here alone? Because you talked back to him? Or because you pointed out the literal shower coming out of his mouth, you weren’t completely sure. But he didn’t seem to want to say another word.

“Okay…” you trailed off awkwardly as you turned back around to face the water, preparing to just ignore his presence now until he decided to go away. He always did with interactions like this. You would know that better than anyone.

Though this whole interaction confused you slightly. He never seemed to care when you, or anyone else for that matter, went off on their own like this, so why the hell was this situation any different? Maybe he was on his man period or something, who knows. But still, besides the spitting, you couldn’t help but shake how hot he still looked in the sunlight. A part of you almost wished that he would stay.

But after a few lingering minutes, you still felt his hovering presence behind you as he continued to say nothing, yet he continued to stand behind you firmly in place. The whole thing was weird and was honestly starting to make you a little uncomfortable, just wanting to know what was going on in his head.

So you glanced back up at him, “Okay, either leave or come sit down.” you said bluntly, “Your stare is making me itchy.”

He stood there for only a moment or two longer, clearly debating in his head, before moving closer towards the edge where you sat and took a seat for himself with a sigh. His actions honestly surprised you, almost expecting him to just walk away with some kind of grumble under his breath. But it was safe to say he threw you off guard a little bit. That, and he managed to not say something assholey.

“Don’t want yer dumbass somehow gettin yerself killed out here.”

Ah. Never mind.

Your eyes narrowed towards him as you looked at the side of his face, “You think I can’t handle myself or something?”

“I know ya can’t.” he replied without missing a beat.

You scoffed to yourself, “Oh you better watch yourself, I’ll make you eat those words. I could take your ass down if I really wanted to.”

Now it was his turn to scoff as he truly didn’t believe a single word coming out of your mouth, “Alright…”

Rolling your eyes at his response, you reached around behind you to pull out the other fishing rod and held it out to him, “Make yourself useful at least.” you said with a pointed glance.

He eyed the thing in your hand for a long moment, making you think for a moment that he wasn’t even going to try. But again, he seemed to surprise you. He snatched it out of your grasp with a small huff, turning to put some bait on the hook just as you did before throwing the line out onto the lake, a bored expression written on his face.

Well this should be fun.

For a while, you two only sat in complete silence, but it wasn’t one that was uncomfortable. In fact you didn’t mind it in the slightest. He was out here keeping an eye on you, helping you bring something back to the community and it was not something you would be complaining about anytime soon. He sat fairly close to you to the point where you could briefly smell the lingering scent of cigarettes on his clothes. You felt that anyone else would be slightly bothered by the smell, but in all honesty, you loved it.

You didn’t know how much time had passed before Daryl began to shift uncomfortably where he sat, his movements bringing your attention to him. He looked a little stiff, almost uncomfortable as his posture was a little rough around the edges.

“You alright there?” you asked with a raised brow.

He groaned a little as he straightened up, “My back’s fuckin killin me…” he huffed as he continued to squirm a little bit now.

Amusement crossed your features once he said that, “Really? Damn, how old are you?”

His face however was far from amused as he looked back at you with some kind of pointed look, narrowing ever so slightly that caused you to back off. “...Tough crowd…” you muttered while turning your attention back to the lake.

You could briefly see out of the corner of your vision, his eyes were still on you as he let out somewhat of a loud and lingering sigh. “Forty three.” he answered almost regrettably.

It was obvious you were surprised, slowly turning back to face him, glancing over his features before you let out a small, “huh.”

His eyes rolled, “Yeah, go ahead and say whatever, I can feel it comin.” he spoke bitterly as he tugged a little on his pole again.

You laughed a little to yourself, “Calm down, I wasn’t going to say anything bad.”

“Alright…sure.” he spoke again, clearly not believing it as he didn’t look at you again.

“I was actually going to say you don’t look it…so…” you trailed off, your words far from a lie at what first popped into your head. It was honestly hard to believe, thinking to yourself that he looked like he was at least in his mid thirties.

But those words took him a little off guard, looking back towards you to see if you were actually telling the truth, before letting his guard down a little as he felt a little warmth in his chest, “Oh…thanks…I guess.”

You nodded sincerely, “You’re welcome…grandpa.”

The sound surprised you. It even surprised him. But Daryl couldn’t help the sudden laugh he let out at your little jab, covering his mouth as he chuckled to himself in surprise that you said that so effortlessly. Even he had to admit, it was a good one.

You even smiled a little to yourself at the unexpected reaction, seeing him calm down a little as he spoke next, “Man…I guess I walked into that one, I’ll give ya that…”

You dipped your head as you did a little bow from where you sat, “Oh thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week.”

He chuckled quietly again at your sarcastic attitude, wondering to himself for a moment why he hadn’t spent this kind of time with you before. You were both in the same group for a good amount of time, nearly the whole time, and yet neither of you never really sought each other out. The two of you just never had gotten to know one another that well he assumed. But regardless, he supposed it was nice to do it now. Better late than never.

“Why…why haven’t we done this kinda stuff before?” he found himself asking out loud, just a slip of his tongue as he didn’t exactly mean to voice his thoughts like that to you. Though he almost couldn’t help it as he seemed to want to know your point of view.

But nonetheless you responded. “Cause you’re always too busy with bingo.”

He found himself laughing again, hearing you join in after a moment as your quick comebacks seemed to throw him off yet again, “Alright, alright, enough of that shit. Yer gonna make me feel ancient if ya keep it up.”

You laughed again with a shake of your head, “Sorry…but honestly…you kind of intimidate me.”

His brows furrowed a little in confusion, thinking to himself that you of all people wouldn’t have been intimidated in the slightest. Especially because of how long you knew him. “...Really?”

Your gaze ducked a little, “What? You see yourself as some big teddy bear or something, you’re not exactly Mr. Rogers.”

Daryl couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his face at the comparison, nodding along as if you had a point, “Fair. Just…didn’t think ya saw me like that.”

“Well, if it helps…I don’t anymore. It’s nice to see you laugh…you know, showing some human emotion.”

The small smile he had still hung on his face as he looked at you, nodding again towards you, “It’s nice hearin ya laugh too.” he commented a bit quietly.

You smiled in return, not saying anything else as you were left completely content at where this ended up. You already liked looking at him, that was a given, but you also found yourself liking to see this other side to him as well. The side where he could actually let loose for once instead of putting up this whole tough guy act. And though you didn’t hear him admit it out loud, you knew he liked it too.

Though after only a few minutes of comfortable silence that fell over the two of you, he spoke up again as he squinted his eyes up at the sun, “Damn it’s hot out here.” he commented casually.

You on the other hand practically lit up at the opportunity that was given to you, staying quiet for a moment as you only nodded in agreement to his statement. He thought you couldn’t handle yourself against him? Not being able to catch him off guard? Challenge accepted.

Your eyes trailed down to the water just in front of you, leaning in a bit as you pretend to look at something below the surface, “Hey, do you see that?” you asked as you pointed.

His eyes looked toward you, before leaning down a bit as well to try and make out where you were gesturing to, “Huh? Where?”

“Right there.” you pointed again.

He felt a little stupid as he saw nothing, squinting his eyes more as he leaned a bit closer, “...Where?”

“It’s right…” you trailed off as your other hand moved up to his back, “There!” you said as you gently shoved him into the water, hearing him gasp before he fell face first into the lake with a splash. His reaction alone caused you to quite literally fall over laughing, hugging your sides as you giggled uncontrollably.

He then came back up with a breath, looking at you with a pointed glare as he was now completely soaked, “What the hell’s wrong with ya?” he asked angrily as he shook his head a little for the water that surely got in his ears.

You laughed even harder than before, “You said it was hot.” you pointed out as you laughed again to yourself, “Plus, I just made you eat your words.” you spoke cockily, referring to what he claimed earlier.

He stayed in place for a long moment absolutely dumbfounded, but then again he wasn’t planning on just letting you off the hook like that. He was absolutely drenched and pissed.

You began to notice the serious look he had on his face and you quickly calmed down, “Hey, I’m sorry, it was a joke.” you said as you leaned down a bit lower and reached out to him, “Here.” you offered to help him back up.

The man didn’t even need to think. No hesitation whatsoever.

He quickly took your hand and pulled you into the water right along with him, hearing your small scream before you fell clumsily into the water. He chuckled to himself as he backed up, seeing your head pop back up almost instantly with shock written all over your features. But then again, you and him both knew you deserved it a little.

“You asshole!” you yelled playfully as you sent a splash toward his face.

“Oh, I’m the asshole?” he yelled back as he sent a splash back towards you, “You started this girl.” he chuckled as he kept pushing the water towards you.

That only caused the two of you to linger and splash each other in the water for quite a long time, neither of you even caring about the amount of time passing by. You were having a good time, playing around in the lake felt incredible on such a hot day like today. And neither of you could deny that each other's company, that was pretty nice too. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had laughed this hard, the situation alone causing you to be taken aback for a moment that Daryl was the one to bring out that side of you again. But it was refreshing, along with the cool water the two of you swam in for a few hours.

Though as the hour grew late and your fingers were starting to get pruney, you both collectively decided to get out and back up to the surface, ringing out your clothes all the while as you prepared for the walk back to the prison.

“No luck with the fishin, huh?” Daryl asked as he shook his head a little, the water droplets from his hair landing on you with how close the two of you were.

You sighed a little as you glanced back at the supplies you brought, “Guess not.” you commented, “But…I do think I found myself a new fishing buddy.” you said as you glanced back at him with a smile.

He looked at you for a moment before scoffing dismissively, “We ain’t no fishin buddies, that shit’s stupid.” he said with a chuckle as he moved around you to begin to gather up the stuff on the dock.

Your mouth dropped in offense, “Oh come on, it would be fun, grandpa’s love fishing.” you teased him as you watched him gather up all the supplies in his arms.

“Stop.” he said dryly as he brushed past you, beginning to walk back towards the prison.

You sighed dramatically, “Well at least bring out the joke book and humor me, it’s going to be a long walk back.”

“I swear to God, girl…” he grumbled a little at your teasing. But as much as he didn’t want you to see it, there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at your words. And maybe a little amusement in his eyes too. Perhaps this whole thing was just the start…maybe he had finally found someone he could laugh and joke with. Someone he could call a friend.

~ Thanks for reading! (also, i am working on a part two for older, it’s just taking me some time. but i promise it’s on the way;))

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sky-is-the-limit · 1 year ago

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+18/ AFAB!reader x Captain John Price.

Disclaimer: I'm not a writer, if you are, feel free to write this!

If there's one manspreader amongst the CoD characters, that is Captain John Price and I take no other answers. This man walks like it's heavy, the confidence that he oozes? The years of experience? I don't care what big masked man you have in mind, the second Price walks into a room, everyone shuts the fuck up and waits for him to talk first.

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Even the sight of him makes your thighs press together in a failed attempt to calm yourself down, feeling your folds soak up, the new pair of undies that you picked this morning already ruined to solely the sound of his voice.

You can't help but wonder if he knows or if he at least suspects the undeniable attraction you feel for him, everyone else sees it. The curious looks you get every time they all leave the room but you always have to stay behind, confirm it. Sometimes you feel like it's mutual, the way he always asks for you to stay a little longer so you can go over the paperwork together, wanting to know how your weekend was.

He always wants to know the details, could it be the sound of your voice or curiosity eating him alive that you could have someone waiting for you when you're not wearing this uniform. It has come to the point where it's unbearable to even be so close to him. Whenever he hands you over the documents, his fingers lingering a bit longer as they touch yours, eyes observing you closely, trailing from your eyes to your neckline and back.

He has to know, right? Is it your desperate delusions or the fact that he asks for you to read out loud the last reports so you stay a little longer with him. It could be loneliness, you know how a man like him gets to spend most of his nights, alone in the cold room here at the base or getting drunk at the nearest pub, watching people come and go yet never building up the courage to leave with someone. Why is it always you he asks for? If it's just a dumb coincidence that your mind turns into suspicion, why is it always your name coming out of his lips like a desperate need?

Maybe it's the way he purposely asks of you to repeat the same sentence, sometimes twice cause he knows that you'll obey no questions asked. No matter how many reports you have learned by heart at this point cause you know you have his undivided attention, eyes stuck on your lips as meaningless words come out of it, only unspoken desires between the two of you.

The way he sits on that wooden chair, his muscular thighs open wide as he leans back, arms crossed over he chest like he has zero responsibilities in the world, nothing else that matters other than you in that moment. Is it your imagination or does he always pull the chair far away from the desk so you can have the full picture? He's not the most expressive man when it comes to his personal feelings, especially when dealing with someone under his command but the way his stoic manner shifts when he catches your eyes linger a little longer on his thighs.. That's when it changes.

That's when he knows he's fully in control. That a single word from his lips could make you do all the inappropriate thoughts clouding up his mind every time you stand in front of him. He has to know.

"Come closer private, you're barely just mumbling and I can't hear a damn thing." Excuses. Your voice is loud and clear. It's like the cat playing with the mouse, a predator messing with it's prey before it grabs it between it's teeth and swallows it whole. John Price is a patient man. With every mission, every colleague, every obstacle in his way. He knows how to form the best strategy, how to win the enemy, how to complete a mission but right now his well-known patience is running thin.

You can tell from the way his lip part when you nod to his overused command, never asking why, never complaining or even daring to raise your gaze to meet his. Pure submission to his every instruction that makes his imagination run wild. The way his fingers tightly grip onto his biceps when you step closer to his desk, barely blinking like he doesn't want to miss a second from the way your hips sway, your teeth sinking down onto your bottom lip as you hesitantly approach him. Yeah he's a patient man but not a saint.

"Again, private." A slight smirk forms onto his lips when he asks you once again to repeat the last sentence you were reading out. God, it must be a pathetic sight, the way you would never accept this type of sadistic behavior from anyone else but would spend hours and hours repeating the same words if it meant that you'd feel his presence so close.

The smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of smoke intoxicating your brain as you take a moment to take it all in. How would he react if he knew that this familiar scent is your only companion at night when you lay naked in your bed, fingers caressing your clit softly while thinking intensely of your Captain. How his repetitive commands obtain a different meaning when you bring your other hand up to your mouth, sucking on your own fingers before trailing them down to your nipples, feeling the sensation taking over your body while his voice is playing over and over again in your head. "Again, private." Wishing it was his fingers slowly making their way down to your entrance, covered in the outcome of his bare existence. "Again, again, again."

"Eyes up here, sweetheart." Fuck. The recall of your lonely memories cut short as you come back to reality, blinking a few times before you realise that your eyes were stuck on his thighs the entire time. You slowly gulp the saliva that gathered into your mouth from your filthy thoughts, hesitantly trailing your eyes back to meet his. You feel your skin on fire, the blood rushing up to your cheeks as your heart is pounding rapidly in your chest. If it was anyone else, you'd feel ashamed, embarrassed that you were caught staring so desperately at your superior but not him. Not to the sight in front of you.

His head is titled to the side, his form unchanged as if he was waiting for this to happen, waiting for when your eyes would finally drift from that unimportant paper to him. The gaze of a touched starved man who has finally run out of patience making you freeze into place. The prey was finally caught and.. Oh, he definitely knows.

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ms-scarletwings · 1 year ago

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So there was a note under my post about Zim hovering a finger over the self destruct switch on his first day on Earth that just cracked open something in my mind.

Cause…Oh. Oh hecc you, @murhuedur. You actually touched on like, my favorite thing about this character, period. I really like this take, I do. It’s a good one. I ponder, still,

In my own opinion, it’s actually genuine confidence and arrogance, but Zim’s delusions of grandeur are as a thin rubber band. They can stretch out to wild lengths and remain malleable enough to bend around truth as he wills,

But there’s a hard limit out there eventually, and should reality require him to stretch his cognitive dissonance just too far, it’s a violent snap-back to full clarity. I don’t think he’s faking it or always lying to everyone else about what hot shit he is, because I think he fully believes those lies about as fast as he can speak them, even if he will later realize he was wrong after a cosmic punch to the face.

Like, Zim’s smart, but smart people aren’t inherently rational ones. Within Zim, the tallest, hell, maybe even Skoodge, there’s sometimes this very short-sighted flippancy about what is objectively true/false that peeks out every now and again in their psychology. I mean, humans sometimes do this too when it’s convenient to their interests, just, obviously not to goofy cartoon character levels if they want to function in society.

Zim has whatever this flaw is and cranked up to 11, maybe as a side effect of his PAK defects. Sometimes it gets him into DEEP shit, but it’s also his biggest mental shield. Zim has like no fortitude against spiraling into a full on depression or a justifiable panic attack over the smallest concession of being an absolute failure to his race. That weaponized denial that makes him so dangerous to himself and others also keeps him together and motivated forward. But it’s not largely a conscious lie he’s telling himself. It’s genuine faith he’s trying to manifest into matter through sheer force of his will.

His dogmatic mantra, “I am Zim” and what it means to him is a statement he holds on such conviction it overpowered and hijacked the ego of 3 control brains at once.

If I were inserting him into DnD he’d have the wisdom stat of a stale poptart and a 20+ thrown into charisma. He’s faking it without even understanding he’s faking it.

But were he completely detached from reality, he’d be WAY more likely than even now to accidentally get himself killed. While a narcissistic level of self esteem is what lets him ignore and selectively unhear inconvenient truths, the adrenaline of immediate life or death danger is what grounds him back in the real world. You notice over time that as self-sabotaging as he normally is, he seems to act his most rational and competent when he’s suddenly put against the grindstone and self preservation HAS to jump into the driver’s seat. He basically survives his day to day on a tightrope between a falsely glorious narrative of himself, and his perceptive anxiety both tugging him to land on either side of the fence when something big happens.

In “The Trial”, he wastes very little time on his expected bullshit or his confidence in being able to just win over the approval of his judges.. by virtue of being his awesome self. He spent most of that ordeal on the verge of a heart attack, squirmed to find an escape, and actually tried to DENY causing the death of two Almighty Tallests (reminder that he usually owns up to his atrocities with downright offensive pride). He understood the full gravity of an existence evaluation and how cooked his goose was. As soon as the situation resolves and he’s no longer in that danger, it’s right back to full trust of his status as an invader, and in Red and Purple as his biggest fans. When his disguise starts to slip in front of Skool kids he knows are dumb as a bag of rocks, he can silver tongue his way around that without skipping a beat. Losing his disguise in front of a bunch of alien-obsessed adults? Uh oh, pants-shitting terror, this is potentially game-over levels of bad, immediately gtfo of here. Stand there, chest beat, and scold the obviously rogue duty-mode Gir all day until the second it actually tries to kill you and you suddenly have to realize you’re not the one holding the cards anymore to save your own life.

The other way this quirk of his really shows through is in his selective memory. Zim has this skill to repress down and push away unpleasant experiences that I think some of us can only dream we had. I love it because it’s equal parts a comedic and analytical goldmine.

Tak, who actually posed a legit threat to his entire mission and tried herself to chip through that massive wall of denial he’s shielded in- same Tak who’s powerful af ship was stolen and desecrated by Zim’s arch nemesis… she’s not just an afterthought in his mind after that mess. He’s literally pushed that one out of his thoughts altogether in the comics. Like she, and Skoodge, who he can’t fucking stand, might as well have never even existed, even while GIR’s trying to remind him. That time he played around with time travel and it was one of the biggest clusterfucks he quickly lost control of? The bologna incident he stooped so low as to ask dib to help him with? You must be thinking of someone else. Nope. Not a thing. Lalala, can’t even hear you. This is also what makes it no wonder he deeply struggles with actually learning from certain mistakes.

From an outsider’s eye this behavior of his is baffling. It makes him look actually insane or at least obnoxiously obstinate. And I think both assumptions are half right, because this is clearly not the result of mere stupidity. Those truths are simply wayyyy too discordant with his view of himself to devote surface memory to, or too uncomfortable, unless and until, of course, you confront him with them in a fashion where that rubber band has to snap, that bubble pops, and he instantly sobers out of that complacency.

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Literally god forbid he ever stops being defective in this way or is given the ability to reckon with the reality of his situation and his history all at once. I’m not even just talking about his job or banishment. I’m talking about his entire life. This chaotic, flexible, incoherent mindstate is the only branch he’s holding onto from dropping into a much more horrifying chasm beneath himself, the depth of which we can only guess. I straight up have no idea what he would do or what could happen to him if he could, even for a moment, rationally comprehend his every action, memory, and empirical truth all at the same time. Seriously, leave that Pak’s Gordian Knot be, or I imagine there could be an HP Lovecraft type of breakdown in the making.

#By the way this is probably one of the most important differences between him and Dib, and what makes Zib so… way he is.

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andreal831 · 10 days ago

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If the Mikaelsons’ & Co. raised Hope, what do you think her relationships would be like with each of them?

I adore thinking about Hope being raised by the Mikaelsons. They are such a dysfunctional family but they all truly loved that little girl.

I think Hope would have been a different character than we saw in Season 5 if she had been raised by her family. Likely more entitled and spoiled despite Hayley's attempts to ground her.

Hayley and Hope would still have the closest relationship out of all of them. Throughout her life, Hayley was always her constant. This would never change. Even when the whole family was around, we often saw Hayley still the one looking after Hope (or Elijah honestly). Hope would also lean on her when the codependency and the toxic Mikaelsons got to be too much. I can see her swooping Hope up and going on weekend trips just the two of them. When Hope was sad that the kids at school were mean to her, she would run straight into Hayley's arms. She will always be Hope's biggest comfort and biggest cheerleader.

Hope has always been said to be a "daddy's girl" and would have still been that way with her whole family around. Although, I do think a big part of Klaus' appeal to Hope is that he was this fantasy. All she knew about him were stories she was told so he couldn't mess up. When they did interact, he scared her and hurt her. I think they definitely would have had more ups and downs had they been around each other longer. They both have tempers and can be hot headed. They would have gone through a lot of the typically fighting. Klaus would have tried to control her as she got older and she would have rebelled. But he always had a soft spot for her. His temper would flare up but all it would take is one sad look from Hope to straighten him out. He would spoil her making it up to her. He would always go overboard, often times even Hope would tell him it was too much.

Hope would rely on Elijah to settle Klaus down and often go to him for advice on how to handle Klaus and his tantrum. Elijah would offer her guidance and be her rock in the hectic family. He would teach her to play different musical instruments and cook and just generally help her with her studies. She would have fond memories of sitting on his lap and reading with him as she grew up. She would get excited anytime she found a new book she loved and instantly text Elijah about it. He would dutifully read it and they would get together to discuss.

Kol would be the uncle she went to when she didn't want to understand her dad. She just wanted to be upset. He would tell her all about the chaos he caused (leaving out some of the more gruesome details). He would give her ideas on how to annoy the rest of the family. He would also be able to relate to her when Hope was feeling left out of the "always and forever." They would come up with their own thing to say and not allow anyone else to be a part of it.

I want to say Rebekah and Hope would be close but canon really fights me on that. Rebekah would be the fun aunt that every time she's around they have the best time. Rebekah would spoil Hope, taking her on extravagant trips around the world and sending her gifts from her own travels. She would be the person Hope calls to talk about dating and fashion. She would adore Rebekah and want to be just like her.

Freya is basically Hope's second mother. She would teach Hope everything she knew about magic, giving Hope the teacher she always wished she had. They would have a special bond due to their shared magic. Also do to the fact that they were humans surrounded by vampires. Freya and Hayley would be able to handle all of the human concerns the Originals were all too old to remember. Freya would know all of Hope's secrets because Hope would go to her first. Freya would help keep Hope level headed, reminding her of the dangers in the world while the rest of the family attempted to completely shield her.

I don't necessarily see a sibling bond between Marcel and Hope because of the age difference and the marriage to her aunt, but they would be super close. Marcel would understand Hope better than nearly anyone. He would be the first person she called anytime she got in trouble. He would pick her up and take her out to get some food, letting her explain her side of the story. He would never judge her but would offer his wisdom when needed.

Davina would be more like a sister than any of them because she would be closer in age than the rest of them. She remembered what it was like to be a teenage, New Orleans witch. She would love to help Hope with her magic and would always warn her to be careful with the New Orleans coven. Davina and Kol would often be away on their travels, but they would bring Hope along at least once a year. Always returning for her birthday and the holidays. Davina would plop down on her bed and demand Hope fill her in on all of the New Orleans drama.

Keelin and Hope would have a very quiet relationship. They would just be comfortable in each other's presence and not talk much. Growing up, Hope would often drag her board games or coloring books into the room Keelin was studying in and just work quietly, liking the company. Keelin would take breaks to color with Hope, letting Hope have the peace and quiet she needed in the hectic household. As Hope got older, Keelin would be the person Hope went to when she needed a break from the chaos. Keelin would bring her to work, joking that the ER in a hospital was less hectic than their household. She would teach Hope to love science and get excited to study. Hope would borrow Keelin's white jacket growing up and pretend she was a doctor.

And of course Hope would go to Cami with all of her big feelings she was learning to process. Hope would struggle with her temper having the werewolf gene and Cami would be more than ready to handle it. She would teach Hope coping techniques to deal with the family. Cami would have her own office in the house and unlike Keelin's study area, it was anything but quiet. Cami would often have music on and she and Hope would have dance breaks when the day was just too stressful. Cami would teach Hope to bake and they would drive Elijah crazy, always moving his things in the kitchen.

I love this family so much.

Thanks for the ask!

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p0rkbun · 1 year ago

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APACHE TEARS┊❝Happy Birthday.❞ Chapter 01

─ Sam Carpenter x OC

Synopsis: Alexis forgets her birthday, but she didn't forget to visit her childhood best friend.

Content warnings: bad writing, slow burn, mention of being chased by a dog, original characters, not proofread, other than that there's nothing too serious.

Word count: 3.4k

Before Alexis left Woodsboro, she lived her childhood in the town that was known for its murders in the 90s. Something like that—you don’t expect to live an ordinary life, would you?

A very slim chance you would have a life with no mishaps in a town like that. Even though it has been eleven years since the last murders happened, some crimes occur every now and then. People doing drugs, accidents, assaults, attempted murder, and more. Despite these occurrences, Alexis had gone on with her life, trying to avoid anything that might make her life miserable, and she did. She was smart enough to avoid anything suspicious, including not answering calls from strangers, not going out late at night, having protection, and knowing when someone is planning to mug you.

It was common sense; even a half-brain would know this!

But Alexis wasn’t lucky. Her efforts were all in vain, because not even intuition could stop any misfortune sent to her. Not only did she never felt safe, but she never had any expectations for her own solace.

One day, she caught a blue butterfly around the playground when she was a young girl. The insect had beautiful blue wings—not something you’d see every day—along with its rapid wings that Alexis almost failed to keep up with. The young girl stared at the insect with interest and fascination, wanting to take it home. She didn't, since she knew keeping a butterfly would not last, so she released the creature.

It wasn’t long until a stray and horrifying dog plunged its canine teeth onto the butterfly, ripping its small wings in an instant. The wrecked beauty was nowhere to be seen, already evaporated and chewed by the rabid animal.

Alexis only stared in shock before she took off, frantically fleeing from the dog chasing the poor girl.

Before she knew it, the memories of her first sight of horror were nothing but a faint memory that left her story of how she has cynophobia. Thinking about it now, she thought about how easily a dog can rip a small creature to shreds, thus scaring another one. It was the same thing with humans.

You can easily take someone’s life; for what cause? For your own survival? Pleasure? Revenge? A relief for your buried anger erupting within yourself?

No matter the reasons, the act of killing someone was immoral and will always be something that’s kept with you until the day you breathe your last breath. Even after death.

Years went by in the blink of an eye. Alexis was no longer a little girl but a drowsy looking freshman in college in Modesto, California. She felt like going back to her dorm to sleep, feeling regret seeping in after she accepted the offer from a friend to hang out.

“Aw you already cut your hair? Lame, I already miss your long hair." The charming-looking boy gives Alexis a teasing grin. “You told me to do something new for myself, didn’t you?” Alexis replies with a sigh to Jesse.

Jesse was the first person she met when she moved to Modesto for her college, he was smiley and handsome-looking, and he knew how to dress neatly even for casual hangouts. Coincidentally, the boy was assigned as her roommate. If you met him, he’d be someone with a bit of an obnoxious exterior, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s pretty considerate, Alexis honestly had thoughts of him liking her because of how abnormally nice he is, the other part is him possibly being an asshole underneath that grin. Not the case; however, he's just... slow sometimes.

“Yeah but I didn’t know you were gonna cut your hair!” He exclaimed, “Dude, everybody was literally telling you how long and pretty your hair looked, they’re gonna be devastated if they see you now.” Alexis glances at Jesse “I’m sure it’s not that serious. It’s a matter of time anyway. I don’t know why I kept my hair that long, I feel so much light now.”

“Really? Did having long hair feel heavy?” Jesse asks with genuine curiosity.

“Of course it does,” Alexis said, her face contorted with irritation. “Could you leave the questions later? Where are we even going?” Jesse lets out a sheepish chuckle at the girl’s response.

“Okay, alright! C’mon grumps” He held Alexis’ sleeve and led her to wherever their destination was.

She didn’t pay attention to where Jesse led her; in an instant, they were at a small shop. The sign was detailed in black, and the exterior was full white. They both stepped in and met with the sight of accessories and items. All of them are for school, studying, or just for looking nice via keychains, pins, desk lamps, and more.

“Woah, i didn’t know they had something like this here,” Alexis says with surprise. She looks back up to Jesse “Is this some kind of thing you’re doing to get a date with me?” Jesse snorts. “No way! I know you’re not into me.”

“Then what’s the occasion?”

"C'mon, Al, it’s your birthday!” Alexis blinks at him.

“....It is?” The younger girl thinks, and finally realization hits her. "Shit, I forgot...”

Jesse lets out a small laugh and nudges her arm “That’s kinda funny, how’d you forget your own birthday? Did you not celebrate a lot?” Before Alexis could answer him, Jesse drags her to a shelf and picks out a keychain of a cute looking brown bear. “Cute, right?”

She stares at the pin, rubbing the surface a bit as she inspects it. "Yeah," she mumbles, a wave of nostalgia washing over her. “Weird…I remember getting something like this on my birthday.” The taller boy hums. “A pin?” Alexis shakes her head lightly. "No, the bear.” Jesse stared at her with a perplexed look before he spoke, and his words made Alexis laugh. “You got a bear for your birthday?”

“No, it was a..." Her voice trails before she hums as she tries to recall what it was that reminded her of years ago.

"Actually, I’m not so sure.”

“Happy birthday!” A young girl exclaims with a small gift box in her hands. Ten-year-old Alexis accepts the gift by taking it in her hands. She lifts her head to look at her friend. “You remembered my birthday?” The girl nods and smiles.

Tara was Alexis’ friend, her first and best friend, and she still is as she grows older. She met Tara at the playground when they were about six or seven. Alexis was a year older than Tara, but that didn’t change their close relationship with one another. Tara was the only friend who wanted to talk to her and hang out with her almost every day.

“How could I forget?” She giggles; she holds Alexis’ hand while walking her back into the house. “You got me a bracelet a few months ago when it was my birthday; I wanted the both of us to match!” She beams with happiness when she sees Alexis’ small smile. “But that bracelet was pretty expensive; how’d you manage to buy the same one?” This causes the shorter girl to stammer a bit. "Well….I kinda begged Sam to buy it."

“Tara!”

“What?” Alexis sighs at her. This girl…

“Why’d you have to bother your sister?” She puts the bracelet on her wrist. The bracelet had small fake pearls on it, along with the green-colored string. Honestly, Alexis would consider it a scam since it was too expensive for its looks; it looked pretty, but it didn’t match the price. She only realized that after buying the thing. “It’s fine! Sam didn’t mind, i think... besides she likes you; she even bought you your favorite soy milk on the way home.” Tara says this and hands her friend a soy milk box.

Alexis looks at the box and feels a small burst of joy in her heart. She rarely gets to see Sam, her best friend’s older sister, but she always made her feel comfortable when they were together. She found the older girl cool and sweet; she was a little quiet and scary at times, but it felt nice knowing Sam didn’t mind her. Things have been different for the last year for some reason. She was more distant, but that wasn’t weird for Alexis; she knew people change and get busy sometimes.

Alexis sends Tara an appreciative look before speaking “Could you tell her thanks?”

Tara frowns at the girl. “Hey! You didn’t say ‘thank you’ to me!” She huffs.

“Thank you, you brat.” Alexis rolls her eyes and receives a pinch from Tara for her response. “Ouch stop!” She hisses and pinches Tara back, earning a squeal from the shorter girl. “Ow! I got you a gift and this is what you repay me?!” Alexis dodged Tara’s hand when she tried to pinch her again.

The two ran back to Alexis’ house while giggling and squealing; it wasn’t rare when Tara visited her house. She seems to like being there more than her own home, especially nowadays. Alexis always got her to watch movies or play together.

Alexis snaps out of her daydream and finds herself resting her head on the desk. Memories of her childhood lives fresh in her mind; the ones she could remember vividly were with her best friend. The only memories she wished she could have visited again, being a kid again at least. Everything used to feel so much lighter. Only now, Alexis didn’t wake up and rode her bike around the neighborhood without any worries. Everything was so different; she feels like it was yesterday when she was spending most of her time watching horror movies and hanging out with her best friend. Crazy huh? You never thought time would pass so fast.

The next thing you were a happy kid, not knowing much about the world, until you grew up feeling bitter about things. Sometimes you wish you were a dumb kid who doesn’t know any better again.

Tara sent you a message.

Tara ♥️: Happy birthday lexi

Tara ♥️: I wish I got you something :( I know you’re busy and stuff. You gonna come to visit?

Alexis smiles at the text.

Lex: Yeah I will dw

Lex: Now stop being sad, be ready tmr Im gonna visit my dad first before you

Tara ♥️: Im not first? Wowww i thought im your first in everything. Finally over your best friend huh

Lex: Cmon you know I love you, I just love my dad more

Tara ♥️: You’re an asshole come quick before i hate you forever

Lex: You won’t

On the other side of the screen, Tara's lips curled into a bright smile. After a few months, she finally got to see her best friend again. It hasn’t been long, but it felt like a while for Tara, and it made her anxious. Alexis knew Tara wouldn’t like this distance between them, especially after…

No, let’s not.

But Alexis didn’t have a choice nonetheless; her dad didn’t want her in that town, and deep inside, she agreed with him. She could have brought Tara with her, but she doesn’t really have the requirements currently. So they both settled, visiting Tara once or twice every few months until she could kidnap her and put her in her pocket to live with her in Modesto. Doing it in a friendly way, of course.

Before leaving, Alexis decides to take a trip to the convenience store to buy some things for her ride. Driving came to mind, but she brushed it off, thinking it was too much of a hassle, and decided to take the bus instead.

Upon arriving at the store and stepping in, her mind wonders as she browses through the shelves, picking up a drink and a small snack. She thinks about how Tara’s been doing without her for the past few months. Alexis had the tendency to worry about the younger girl, even if she had others with her back at Woodsboro. Her thought was cut short when another person came to mind.

“hm…I wonder where Sam is and how she’s doing now.” She mumbles to herself; eventually, she purchases her drink and snack before exiting the store to wait for the bus.

How long has it been since Alexis saw Sam? She doesn’t know; she forgot when the older girl disappeared so suddenly. How did she even feel? She doesn’t remember.

With each passing day, Alexis would sometimes wonder what Sam was doing. Probably living her life peacefully without any disquietude. Or not.

The sound of a text message makes her stop halfway to the bus station. Alexis pulls out her phone to see Jesse’s message pop up.

Hey sorry but I left something somewhere and I’m a bit busy right now to get it.

I know you’re going to visit your family today but could you get my headphones and hold on to them for a while until you get back? Its at the bowling alley, you know, the one next to the gas station. Thanks 😀

This little…

Whatever, only 15 minutes remain until the bus arrives. This wouldn’t be so bad; make it really quick.

Alexis jogs to the bowling alley and enters through the door while receiving a greeting from a tall girl at the desk. “Welcome to Cardinal Lanes; how may I help you?” As Alexis approaches the desk, she takes in the tall girl’s appearance for a moment.

She was tall and had her black hair with brown highlights tied into a bun. Her eyes were dark brown, and she had tan skin, along with a rather expressionless face when Alexis entered, but a small smile formed on her face to be appealing and polite.

"Hi, sorry, a friend of mine left something here. Headphones with light-green and grayish colors?” Alexis rushed, not wanting to miss the bus; her voice was breathless from running.

The tall girl nods. “Oh yeah sure, I think I know what you’re talking about. Wait for a moment, miss.” She disappears into the back room for a moment before coming back with Jesse’s headphones.

“Here–” Alexis cuts her off, “Thanks so much—sorry I’m in a rush." She takes the headphones from her and pauses to look up at the woman.

Alexis can’t help but feel sympathy for the stranger; she looked tired as if she’s been working all day every day. Yet she tried to put on an expression to look winsome for the place’s policy and pleasing customer service—something like that.

A rush of thoughts swirled in Alexis’ mind. Funny how she was in a rush, but for some reason she wanted to make this stranger’s day a bit better. This always happens; at the most critical moments, most times, Alexis has this thing of wanting to cheer a stranger up when she sees them down. She knew she needed to mind her own business about whatever miserable thing was going on with somebody unknown to her in their lives. But would you cheer up this tall, pretty, and downhearted-looking girl even if you’re in a rush?

Shit what the hell do I do? What am I doing? I don’t have any time for this. But she looks kinda sad. What the hell…okay stop staring at her like a weirdo.

The tall girl furrows her brows in confusion at Alexis, feeling a bit anxious and flustered at this random Asian girl staring in silence.

“Is there something wrong, Miss?” She asks while her dark brown eyes linger on Alexis.

Alexis blinks and averts her gaze for a split second. “Um yeah, sorry uh…” She stammers before swiftly pulling out a bear pin that she bought that morning and placing it firmly in the stranger’s hands. “Sorry uhm, here’s something of my gratitude for your service—thanks again, bye!” Before she could reply anything back, Alexis had already bolted out of the bowling alley.

The bowling alley attendant frowns at what just happened. She looks at the pin in her hands, her expression puzzled. Weird girl…. she thought. Unknown to Alexis, she probably made someone’s day a little better with her small act of kindness.

Upon arriving at Woodsboro, Alexis feels a sense of familiarity with the town. As much as she doesn’t like it, she misses some of the aspects of the place.

Throughout the ride, Alexis felt the need to jump out of the bus and into a ditch because of her awkwardness earlier. Being back at the place where she grew up took her mind off that for a while.

“Hey dad,” Alexis says to the phone with a bright smile, feeling excited to see her father again after months.

“Lexi? Honey, hey, how are you?” Dewey’s voice was heard through the phone, his soft tone making Alexis smile wider.

“I’m doing fine; I’m visiting you today.” Silence fell momentarily; this made Alexis a little nervous before Dewey spoke again.

“Honey…I told you not to come here.” He sighs through the phone, making Alexis feel a little guilty. “I know but I just wanted to see you." She responded as she walked along the sidewalk; it still brightened out as the sunlight hit Alexis’ face, causing her to squint. “I’m only visiting for a few days; I’m planning to stay at Tara’s house.”

“Oh Alexis… you know I don’t like that.”

“What’s wrong? I thought you like Tara?” Her response causes him to exhale deeply. "You have to understand that even though I like her and she’s nice for you, I find it difficult to get a good night's sleep knowing that you are here at someone else's house." Alexis lets out a small sigh as she listens to her father’s words.

“I’m not staying at ‘somone’s’ house,” “I know, I know." "Dad, c’mon...”

Dewey goes silent for a bit, waiting for what his daughter has to say. “Dad… I know a lot has happened here, and a lot has happened with you and me as well, but things aren’t like that anymore. It’s been ten years, and nothing strange has happened—no ghostfaces, no killers. I’m not blaming you for being paranoid, but I want to spend time with you without the thought of another murder happening.”

“I just wanted to see you. Don't you miss me, dad?” Alexis’ words hit Dewey like tree logs crushing a brittle shed. He lets out a sigh before chuckling a bit.

“You didn’t have to say that to your old man; of course I missed you.” He smiles on the other side of the phone before continuing, “Alright, I’ll let you stay, but you’ll leave first thing in the morning on your last day, and make sure to see me.”

Alexis hums. “I will. I’m going to go see you right now, later, Dad.”

“Stay safe, sweetheart.” With that, Alexis hung up and was about to continue walking until she was met with familiar black hair in her sight.

The girl stood in front of her with a grin—Alexis could recognise that smile everywhere. She didn’t expect her to be the first face she'd see once she stepped into this morbid town.

“Well, look who’s back in town.” She laughs, grinning wider, and steps closer to Alexis. “Haven’t seen you in a while; it’s nice seeing you again.” She said in a low tone, her voice sounded sweet.

Alexis gave Amber an acknowledging and surprised expression. She feels a tingly feeling in her stomach—not a good one. It’s a feeling similar to when someone you aren’t that fond of meets you on your way to your destination. Or when a teacher calls your name to ask a question about the lesson you learned but didn’t bother to remember, feeling like your heart stopped for a second. She feels dread for some unknown reason; she always has bad energy whenever she’s with Amber. It’s not because she’s sort of got this bad girl's agenda or that she has a violent way of expressing anger.

Amber is awfully nice to Alexis, and she doesn’t like that.

If somebody is nice to you, you wouldn’t be feeling a sense of dread. So, why?

It’s always been like this with them; Alexis always felt something was wrong with that girl, and it’s a little messed up to think that.

“What’s with that face?” Amber tilts her head, her eyes lingering on Alexis.

Alexis needed to make this quick before she vomits from anxiety.

— Note: thank you if you managed to read this whole ridiculous thing 🥹 You're probably wonder about Amber and Alexis, they have a complicated relationship which will be revealed more into the story. I'll have to make a new character biography for Alexis soon lol.

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wackus-bonkus-maximus · 1 year ago

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Same anon who just asked about why you placed Adrien as a 7 instead of a 2, only to look deeper in the reblogs of your ML enneagram post and see you already answered it haha!

In friendly defense of 2!Adrien, I’d argue that his reactions to being stressed coming off as more of a 7 rather than a 2 is actually a perfect reflection of the effects of his abuse; it’s fear that drives his non-confrontation tendencies rather his own nature. I think Risk highlighted that a bit in revealing how Adrien does desire confrontation, even if he doesn’t act on it.

(I have always found it interesting to consider the role that trauma/neurodivergency plays in shaping a character’s personality, since it’s one of the flaws I feel most personality assessments can’t really account for.)

I also think Chat’s arguments with LB were more like to be confrontational than avoidant (thinking of the times he’s called her out and his romantic pursuit being the primary indicators), up until she became the Guardian. So then with S4, I’d consider it to be a gradual relationship shift that leads to Chat no longer feeling safe and secure enough in his position to confront her the way he once did, which is why he only tries a bit in Kuro Neko before running, and then doesn’t try at all in Strikeback.

I hope this doesn’t come off as too preachy or anything, just wanted to share my 2¢! Cause either way you slice it, your Adrien has always been brilliantly written and incredibly in-character to me, so you’ve clearly got a rock solid understanding of his character. ❤️

hello november anon and sorry for the delay! thank you so much for the ask and also for going back and looking through my prev posts. you know my teacher heart loves it when you do the readings! 😌 also you're definitely not the only one who believes adrien is a 2 rather than a 7! and while i know there are good arguments for both sides, i'll explain in depth my position on adrien's personality.

part 1 of the ask:

so here are the reasons i think adrien IS an enneagram type 7

adrien's motivation seems like that of a 7 to me: he wants to experience everything and be satisfied in every way he can. if he had a disney princess "i want" song, it would be "i want to go to school, i want to make friends, i want adventure in the great wide somewhere., i want to have fun."

the literal first shot of him in the show (if we use origins as a starting point) is adrien running away. nathalie asks him to please reconsider, he knows what his father wants, and adrien says, "but this is what i want to do." according to the enneagram institute, "sevens do not see themselves as the center of a community or family, but as members of a free-floating band of fellow adventurers whose own enjoyment is enhanced by being with others." going to school and having a new experience with new people is what's going to enhance adrien's enjoyment of life - not being the center of his family unit or the apple of his father's eye.

a 2's motivation would be to be as loved as possible and to make themselves neeed by those they most care about. while adrien definitely shows a desire to be loved and needed, especially by ladybug, i think his primary desire is for experience, and it's this from which all his actions- not just characteristics - are based. take for example his reaction to getting his miraculous vs marinette's (also in origins):

adrien is excited and intrigued and ready to go, as a 7 would be when offered a new experience - and a new way to satisfy their desire to try everything. marinette, as a 1, is quite the opposite: she is being put in a situation where she must do something right or fail, and therefore is stressed tf out. while marinette's motivation to be good/perfect fuels her anxious reaction, adrien's motivation to experience everything and be satisfied fuels his thrilled and slightly reckless reaction. that's why he charges out into battle without listening to all the instructions; his motivation was to escape the restraints of his life and try something new.

in growth, enneagram 7's take on the positive traits of 5's. in stress, they take on the negative traits of 1's. i have seen adrien exhibit these behaviors throughout the show on many occasions!

according to the enneagram institute, "Sevens have fear about their inner world. There are feelings of pain, loss, deprivation, and general anxiety that Sevens would like to stay clear of as much as possible. To cope with these feelings, Sevens keep their minds occupied with exciting possibilities and options— as long as they have something stimulating to anticipate, Sevens feel that they can distract themselves from their fears." therefore, while one can argue that adrien's wealth of knowledge and fun facts is a result of everything gabriel has forced him to learn (mandarin, piano, fencing, medieval horse colors), we can assume he at least was interested in it - and that seeking new knowledge like a 5 kept him from lingering in his sadness.

"i'll help you learn mandarin marinette" "i'll show you how to fence marinette" "most people think henry iv's white horse was white my lady" "do you need subtitles my lady i speak several languages"

now as to how adrien moves to the low parts of type 1 during the show: i think the main examples of this are the instances he adopts rigid, critical, and judgemental characteristics, which is potentially unpleasant for anyone who has to be around him.

first up, adrien's akumatized forms: chat blanc, ephemeral, celesticat

i bring up the akumas because, though adrien isn't in his right mind (by hawkmoth's akumas), they are examples of adrien being in extreme stress.

as chat blanc, adrien wants to either right the world or destroy it for being wrong - the critical supreme judgement an unhealthy 1 is capable of. he lashes out when contradicted, and is quite ruthless even to marinette, who he loves, in the name of executing judgement.

as ephemeral, adrien seeks to control time. (however, this is probably the weakest example because adrien was being amok-controlled in this instance and was acting on shadow moth's will, not his own.)

i include celesticat because while this is an example of a "good" akumatization, adrien was still under so much stress that an akumatization was able to take place. yet even while being in "good" stress, adrien still shows characteristics of 1: perfectionism, righteousness, taking control of the situation. he literally turns into a pure white angelic being, an embodiment of perfection. it's what he believes he has to do in order to salvage the situation. it's one of the more healthier moves from 7 to 1 i have seen depicted in media and is entirely plausible concept under the enneagram's theory! this just goes to show the depth and richness of his character.

next, we will discuss adrien's various alter egos:

cat walker

i've said it before and i'll say it again; cat walker is another move from 7 -> 1.

as chat noir, adrien is at the height of his 7-ness. he enjoys the freedom that his miraculous powers and secret identity gives him, and uses it as a means of escape from the regular constraints of his life and obligations. then in kuro neko when ladybug slights him, she denies him the fulfilment and satisfaction in reaching his full potential as chat noir (e.g., being of equal importance on the team as her) that he should be allowed. of course he becomes hurt and angry! she's stepping on his core desire in life.

according to enneagram coach dr. tom lahue (my favorite enneagram guy ((also a 7)), "type 7's typically deal with anger by trying to avoid it or deflect it. that really is the anger type of a 7 - deflective. deflecting things away." that's what i believe cat walker is: a stress reaction, a deflection of his anger with ladybug. he deflects his painful emotions into something he thinks is positive; a new start.

adrien is usually so joyful and optimistic, but this was a huge blow for him. dr. tom says the best way for a 7 to handle this anger is to be "real and genuine" when coming to terms with it, what does adrien do instead? he turns to a new alter ego. he chases the experience of fulfillment, only he does so by adopting a persona who is serious and perfectionist. obviously this was neither what adrien or ladybug needed, and that is because cat walker is a stress reaction who adrien cannot sustain without continued levels of unhealthy self-denial. this is the hardest he has gone to 1 in the show and what it took to snap him out of it was a level of reflection, analysis, and objectivity (that this was an unhealthy behavior) indicative of a type 5 - and which shows his progression to growth.

2. aspik

one can argue that aspik is more proof of adrien being a 2 than a 7 actually, as his motivations for becoming aspik were to woo ladybug. however, the stress response of a type 2 is to move to the negative qualities of type 8, which is to lash out at those who they believe have taken them for granted.

according to the enneagram institute,

"Average to unhealthy Twos seek validation of their worth by obeying their superego’s demands to sacrifice themselves for others. They believe they must always put others first and be loving and unselfish if they want to get love. The problem is that “putting others first” makes Twos secretly angry and resentful, feelings they work hard to repress or deny. Nevertheless, they eventually erupt in various ways, disrupting Twos’ relationships and revealing the inauthenticity of many of the average to unhealthy Two’s claims about themselves and the depth of their “love.”

as aspik, adrien was never resentful of ladybug for taking him for granted or making him feel rejected. as aspik, his goal was never to make himself needed by her. as aspik, he maintained some extreme levels of optimism that ignored the rational conclusion that he should give up for several thousand time loops. as aspik, he was able to let go and displace his hopes in himself to someone else - and run off to his responsibility as chat noir with high spirits (though i'm sure the ladrien kiss helped)

3. griffe noire

this has got to be the most stressful stress reaction i've seen on adrien. and you might say "but wackus he looks nothing like a type 1" and i say "JUST HOLD ON

going back to dr. tom's analysis on type 7's in anger, he says, "7's typically express their anger indirectly, e.g., through sarcasm, like 5's - like 6's sometimes... but they quickly try to move on and reframe into a more positive way." griffe noire, rather than telling jokes and puns to lighten the mood, mocks and ridicules poor toxinelle who has not convinced me she doesn't have a crush on him. 1's actually do the same thing when they are unhealthy; they criticize and blame and nag others for not being up to par, and by directing his anger at his situation onto toxinelle, griffe noire is doing the same.

dr tom goes on to say, "in some cases [7's] might take impulsive actions to try to free themselves from this feeling of being trapped... engaging in frenetic escapism in behaviors or addictions or substances to try to distance themselves from those who are frustrated with them... or their own anger/pain in life." we have seen griffe noire engage in multiple frenetic behaviors while running amok (haha), all of which are clearly attempts to redirect his pain and anger/ keep it from consuming him. for example, griffe noire takes chat noir's cataclysm to the chest as though it's a game. for another, he openly threatens to destroy the entire world with his super cataclysm. and of course, he is constantly abusing his miraculous by over-exerting his powers in a way only adults should. yet all of these destructive behaviors are still adrien's way of escaping his normal life, and his everyday pain. it's almost like his self-destruction is his addiction.

and yet by the end, it took the introspection of type 5 for griffe noire to realize that his behavior was unhealthy. he observed, he listened, he showed an inquisitiveness that brought him back from the brink. and he also upgraded his outfit so if that isn't a type 7 path to growth i don't know what is!

now i know i won't have convinced everybody, so i just want to drop this section from the enneagram institute's text on misidentifying 2's and 7's:

Although both types are gregarious and enjoy being with people, their interpersonal styles are noticeably different. The Two... would like to be the heart and soul of a family or community, the best friend or confidant everyone comes to for attention, advice, and approval. Twos want to be significant to others and on intimate terms with them, although sometimes they go too far, meddling too much and being too solicitous to make sure they are needed.

adrien is not focused on being needed by anybody, not even ladybug (although due to his romantic interest in her, i can understand why people think so). being the heart and soul of the team is not what motivates him; primarily, i think he just likes having all the experiences he wouldn't otherwise get to have without being chat noir.

By contrast... Sevens do not see themselves as the center of a community or family, but as members of a free-floating band of fellow adventurers whose own enjoyment is enhanced by being with others.... Sevens may thus exhibit a certain generosity, although their motives may well have less to do with helping needier friends than with making sure that they themselves have a good time by having others around.

this isn't to say that adrien is just focused on having a "good time." i see that his enjoyment is amplified when he is surrounded by people he loves and cares for. he is motivated to have good experiences, and be fulfilled by trying everything, and becoming close to people and forming loving relationships is just a happy byproduct of that.

now there ARE several caveats to my analysis which provide potential arguments against typing adrien as a 7 - and which i can touch on briefly before i close:

adrien's abuse: i understand that trauma and anxiety can affect personality deeply. i'm not qualified to speak on this, or on how it should or shouldn't affect any personality type. i can only say that i think adrien has acted pretty consistently under stress as far as the show depicts

inconsistent characterization: i think we can all agree that ml won't be winning any awards for its consistency in characterization. which i know sounds contradictory to what i just said about how it depicts adrien under stress, but i think there IS a lot of discrepancy in this show and over the course of 9 years with different teams of writers all trying to execute one person's vision, inconsistencies are bound to happen.

thank you again for the ask, anon, and thank YOU if you have read all the way through! tell me your thoughts, if you make it down here - whether you agree/disagree or are just nodding along and letting me indulge in my enneagram brainrot! this is an entirely in-good-faith interpretation of mine, and i'd love to see other opinions if you have them!

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months ago

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Various crps x reader who has leg pain

Except its hyper specific to the admin and the pain is caused by staying still for too long and it gets worse with stress (as most things do)- something something excruciating leg pain that seems far worse than simply "feeling cramped from sitting for a few hours" and hits you even when youre asleep and it SUCKS!! i hate it!! i genuinely dont know if this is normal or not and im just overreacting but it hurts so so much and i hate it because i get have to get up every hour-ish

Characters: slenderman, laughing jack, nina the killer

Notes: reader is GN, not written with any condition or anything in mind, based off of admins experiences and his experience does not reflect all, admin uses all pronouns for nina, short post

CWs: edit, possible talk of horrible pain but yeah

Slenderman

Offers to take you out for a walk to help unwind your legs

i WAS going to say he offers to carry you but that defeats the purpose of getting up to work that pain out

sometimes it persists for longer, he offer to massage your legs with his tentacles- soft but firm and theyre warm so great for soothing any pains in my opinion!

very firm when trying to get you to take a break, will not take no for an answer...

he WILL interfere with your electronics if thats what youre using- though its not often because sometimes it can make it fizzle out when youre in the middle of something and you didnt save or cant save

Laughing Jack

Good news! Hes all over the place and begging for your attention, so it's likely you'll be on your feet a lot already!

yoinking this from ninas part but i do think he offers to dance with you just to get you on your feet

will swoop right in the second he notices you constantly shifting your legs around in your seat or when you start tapping your foot

feel bad for taking yourself away from your work even though its to undo some of the pain developing in your legs? jacks going to make a scenario where you need to come and help him- there! guilt eradicated for now! it'll likely be something as simple as needing help finding something!

gives you candy to try to help make you feel better, always keeps your favorite on hand

Nina the Killer

Offers to go on walks with you as well but I can also just as likely see them asking you to dance with them as they turn on some music... they're tooooootally smooth about asking you yeah totally

as a side note you both definitely make a playlist together! you also both make playlists for each other!

a lot of the music is fast and hyper, but if you dont want to dance to keep up with the beat she lets you know its okay to dance to your own tune

really just does anything to help you get on your feet if youre confined to an area for too long, makes sure you take breaks if you need to sit and work on something

master of self care when it comes to others, not so much when it comes to herself

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #crp x reader #crp x you #crp imagine #slenderman x reader #slenderman x you #slenderman imagine #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack imagine #nina the killer x reader #nina the killer imagine #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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fangbangerghoul · 8 months ago

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OKAY I'M COMIN IN UNDER THE WIRE Sensory prompt: The coppery scent of blood in the air Emotion: Adrenaline - Is that an emotion? Amped? Object: Chair Lets go with Astarion and a character of your choice that you've been wanting to write!

For you?

I'll give you the best!

wc: 799 (cause i got carried away as usual)

Today is the last day I am accepting prompts for my 100 follower celebration! Please feel free to submit one!

The dilapidated building was unsavory as they all sat in it for a short rest. Gale used to be able to count the number of deaths he caused on his fingers before he decided to travel with Tav. Now it seemed every day there was a new blood stain on his hands, his clothes, even his face. Tav was wrapping their leg from a battle wound and Astarion and Shadowheart seemed preoccupied with their own needs. He felt his calf burn with an intensity that was unexpected and the coppery scent washed over his as he lifted his robe to see the brutal gash in his leg. The adrenaline left in his veins was pounding in his temples and his breathing still didn’t feel quite right. His eyes were focused on the wound and he was debating if traditional methods of healing would be best or if he should succumb to a quick fix with magic. The pros and cons weren’t particularly swaying him in either direction and the weight his body felt from exhaustion he wondered how much longer he could let it freely bleed.

“What do we have here?” The cool and charming tone came from Astarion who had crept up to Gale as he sat in the only viable chair. He felt a dull pressure in his knees and opted to be selfish for once and take a seat before offering it to Tav. Astarion’s presence caused a bit of caution in Gale. He was entirely comfortable around the man but there was always something that made Gale extremely curious about the red eyed charmer.

“It is nothing.” Gale said abruptly, not wanting the half elf to see his weakness. Who knows what influence he really had on Tav. They were not to pressed when Astarion confessed to be the vampire spawn he was even though he obviously was going to fed on Tav without permission. Something Gale thought that was extremely rude and dubious.

“Ah, don’t be coy now.” Astarion had a toothy grin and he swayed a bit side to side. The vampire spawn always seemed big on body language. Gale caught the tiniest of flares from Astarion’s nostrils. He knew then Astarion smelt the blood and perhaps considered only coming over to sneak a bite. Maybe just to lick his leg? Gale wasn’t entirely sure but he now he knew for certainty to not let his guard down.

“Let me take a look.” Astarion said gently his hand body and hand starting to near Gale but Gale flinched for a moment and gave an astute glare. He had hoped the vampire would heed his warning but his smirk had only lessened a fraction. “What? I’m not going to drain you dry if that’s what you think. There are tastier things out there than you wizard.”

Gale’s felt his pride hurt for a moment and his glare softened into a more offended look. He knew it was silly of him to take offense to that and perhaps instead he should be feeling more of a relief from that statement.

“I didn’t say that you were.” Gale started as he tried to relax his body to allow Astarion to get closer. He did not want to make a scene because the others were busy resting themselves. “Who knew someone like you would have something against older gentlemen.”

“You shouldn’t put words into others mouth, Gale.” Astarion’s tone seemed full of an array of emotions from teasing, flirting, even threatening and a mix of disappointment. Gale was not sure what to say to his response but hissed when Astarion poked at his flesh wound.

“Don’t be a baby.” Astrarion’s voice was like a soft gruff and before Gale realized it the dazzling companion in front of him was stitching up his wound. The closeness between the two of them was more intimate than he would have preferred but he accepted his fate as he closed his eyes. The wizard was not trying to be too mindful of the pain and after a few seconds it had stopped. He felt Astarion’s cool fingers trace up his calf where the wound was and when Gale peeked Astarion’s eyes were looking right into his. The companion had his finger covered in Gale’s blood and it held just before his lips. Astarion dipped the finger into his own mouth and Gale could hear the light pop come from his lips and the sound of his tongue move around inside his mouth. Gale was about to say something in exasperation but the vampire just smiled and pulled out his finger. “Maybe I was wrong about their being tastier companions.” He said in a thoughtful tone. Gale looked dismayed as the vampire spawn stood and walked away as if nothing ever happened.

#fang writes #bg3 #fang answers #100 follower celebration #bloodweave #astarion #bg3 fanfic #writing prompts #bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfiction #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #gale of waterdeep

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my-mt-heart · 2 years ago

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I think I mentioned before that the love triangle is my least favorite trope. It just feels very YA to me, less mature, which definitely doesn’t fit a relationship like Daryl’s and Carol’s, nor their individual characters who are so careful with their hearts. Creating foils for them on the other hand has been very illuminating in some instances.

Even though I don’t like Carol and Ezekiel together at all, I do like seeing Daryl’s jealous side. It’s not a typical jealousy because nothing about Daryl’s character is typical, but it causes him to turn inward and weigh his worth against Ezekiel’s. He knows he’s no king, he isn’t charming, he isn’t a leader, so in his mind, he can’t possibly be good enough for Carol.

But we as an audience learn through the different interactions between all three characters that he could not be more wrong. Daryl understands Carol in ways Ezekiel never could, always putting her needs before his own, respecting her boundaries and her independence. He’s the one who has Carol’s heart, the one who immediately makes her smile when he gives her a gift, the one she’ll say “I love you” to.

The “triangle” if you can really call it that, only takes a wrong turn for me in S11. Carol and Ezekiel do not need to get closure from each other ten times over. They don’t need a long shared arc with far more screentime than the relationship we’re actually invested in, and we don’t need the question of will they/won’t they [get back together] hanging over our heads so close to wrapping the series. Knowing how to use foils also means knowing when they’ve stopped being useful all together.

The same can be said about Carol’s foils. On one hand, Daryl’s and Connie’s dynamic shows us how much Carol is struggling to love herself for who she is. She thinks she’s a bad person, unworthy of Daryl’s love, despite loving him so much she’s ready to sacrifice her own chance of happiness so he can be happy with someone she perceives as “good.”

The romance she keeps pushing for never actually happens though, which in itself reminds us Daryl isn’t an alpha male. He can’t pursue every woman who happens to interact with him. He can’t test the waters with someone he likes or respects. He needs to fall in love first, he needs time, he needs depth, he needs Carol. And that’s all really sweet, but the longer the “Connie” arc drags out, the more superficial it becomes, accomplishing nothing for any of the characters and leaving every viewer unhappy.

Speaking of which, adding Leah to that mix is probably one of TWD’s most controversial writing decisions that everyone (rightfully) resents. It didn’t have to end on such a bitter note though. Unlike killing off Glenn and Carl, which there is absolutely no walking back from, risking Daryl’s character integrity for a random relationship could have at least been the catalyst for Daryl and Carol to finally go canon. The set up is there. We get the parallels between Carol and Leah to tell us who Daryl really chooses and why, but it ultimately goes nowhere. Carol and Leah don’t even get to interact. [Insert long, angry rant about that here].

I’m not looking for a do-over on any of these arcs or for any new ship to take their place (for the love of god, stop with the ship baiting). The more love interests Daryl and Carol garner, the less they feel like themselves and we’re already teetering on the brink of unrecognizable with this ridiculous France premise. But, if there’s more to come for Caryl, some acknowledgement would be good. It only takes a few lines of dialogue to explain to the characters and to the audience why Carol didn’t return Zeke’s feelings, why it wasn’t like that with Connie, why Daryl really got together with Leah. And if handled with care, it could be very impactful

#caryl #carylells #carol peletier #darylneedscarol

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iyliss · 10 days ago

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Answer is Cecil and Golbez, both, equally, and in widely different ways.

I guess Cecil is the most pure definition of "comfort character", i just find him adorable, funny (and very pretty too), both in his qualities and flaws. He's far from perfect and that's exactly why he warms my heart everytime i remember every little and big thing he does wrong. He's also incredibly interesting to study, being a protagonist with destructive emotionality and naivety that harms not just himself, but others too. But also ultimately. He just is cute. And silly. A dark knight that sleeps with a bunny plushie. A paladin and king that still cries because he miss his big brother. (and no really he's gorgeous)

Golbez is. He is very dear to me because I really find myself in his story and struggle. It's, to me, the story of grief and depression and suicidal struggles that hit the closest to my heart.

His story is just SHAPED by depression and trauma, both very litteraly and metaphorically. Zemus make for an incredible representation of impulsive and negative thoughts that take over during depression and destroy any possible joy. The black armor representing the suffocating, all-corrupting negativity. And of course that he breaks free from it through both finding a little light that breach through (Cecil), a purpose to reach for (protecting Cecil) and an outside help that shield him from the darkness (FuSoYa). And the aftermath is just as meaningful. The struggle to re-construct himself, to even know who he is when the majority of his life was spent being someone he despised (hey depression causes memory loss !). Acknowleding it all by keeping his name Golbez. And in every game he's in, he's so clearly still fighting his way through darkness. He's still incredibly aloof, not allowing himself joy or company and isolating himself, going through litteral traumatic flashbacks and nightmares. And the urge to die seem even stronger than ever. And his story never end with a complete recovery - but always with a very positive note. TAY ends with his bond with Cecil, Ceodore, and the lunarians (if he doesn't die). Dissidia with him allowing himself to enjoy Cecil's company and consider that, maybe, someday, he too can find the light. And Opera Omnia - oh dear Opera Omnia - makes him outright said he no longer consider disappearing because of his bond with the four fiends.

And overall Golbez is just a beautiful character. Both terrifying and impressive as a villain - mastering both the man in the shadow threat and the very physical danger - and on the heroes side in TAY, duodecim and Opera Omnia. I love how his kindness still shows through his gloom, how he's so caring to not only Cecil but those he appreciates, and yet the undeniable weakness of his sorrowful heart.

Conclusion: I love Cecil and Golbez. Hey, did you know I finished all of ffxiv in 1 month just to see this beautiful man again? And I do not regret it at all.

FFIV Week: Favorite Character

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all having a great FFIV week because I definitely am! All the beautiful art and writing has been amazing and I can't wait to see what's next.

For today, I wanted to ask: Who’s your favorite Final Fantasy IV character, and why?

Reblog with your answer!

#ffiv #long post

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gojoluvrrx · 3 years ago

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Reversed Roles || Cloud x Fem!Reader [NSFW]

MINORS DNI!!

Character: Cloud Strife, Final Fantasy series

Warnings: smut, make-out sessions, handjob, blowjob, pegging, fingering

Summary: Cloud was always the one to make you feel good, but now it was your turn.

Words: 1358

You sighed in annoyance, standing in front of Cloud, who was obviously tired and aching all over. But, he didn’t want to admit it. Just like any other time you asked him how he was doing, he’d always respond with, ’fine’ and shrugged it off. You weren’t that naïve, though. You noticed right off the bat that he needed some relaxation, just some time to recover from the constant fighting.

‘’Let me help you, okay?’’ You said, looking up at him with puppy eyes, begging for him to let you help him relax. ‘’I have something in mind, which I think could help you relax your muscles a bit.’’ A tiny smirk formed on your lips, causing Cloud to raise an eyebrow and shake his head in confusion. ‘’Well, what did you have in mind?’’ He asked, crossing his arms as he impatiently waited for you to answer. ‘’Promise me you’ll listen to me?’’

He nodded his head slowly, only getting more confused at your vague questions. ‘’So, you know how you’re always the one that makes me feel good, right? How about we reverse the roles and l’ll do the same to you…’’ The blonde’s eyes widened at your ridiculous offer, his cheeks burning up as he cleared his throat. ‘’You know I’d never do that.’’ He replied, rubbing his temples in frustration. It was clear that Cloud was completely overthrown by this question.

‘’Fine, I guess.’’

Your eyes sparkled, grabbing Cloud’s hand as you pulled him towards the bed. You pushed him down onto the hard mattress, sitting on top of his lap with the biggest smile on your face. Without another word, you pushed your lips against his, both of you letting out soft moans into each other’s mouth. You gave the boy one last kiss, before lifting your head up. You were out of breath, Cloud was heavily panting, just like you were. The two of you have had heavy make-out sessions before, but this one felt like it had been building up for a long time.

You pulled up your top, lifting it over your head and throwing it to the side. You did exactly the same with the skirt and your undergarments, leaving you in just your bra. Cloud got the hint and pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing a well-built body underneath all the fabric. Your eyes trailed from his pretty face, down to his chest and the bulge that was forming under the last piece of fabric. Your hand moved down to his erect dick, your slim fingers moving to the rim of his underwear, pulling it down to his legs with a bit of his help.

When your eyes met his, he avoided your gaze, his cheeks glowing a bright red hue. ‘’May I?’’ You chuckled, wrapping your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around his as you looked up at him. ‘’Yes…’’ Cloud’s breathing sped up, twitching at the touch of your lips on his cock.

After taking it easy on the blonde, you sped up your movements, going down on his cock at a quick pace. Some soft whimpers started leaving Cloud’s mouth, his hand holding a gentle grip on the silky strands of your hair, tightening every time you swirled your tongue around him. ‘’S-Stop-’’ He muttered under his breath, making you stop what you were doing. You looked into his eyes as you spoke up, ‘’Hm, what is it? You need to speak up.’’ You said sternly, wiping off the saliva from your mouth. ‘’Stop what?’’

‘’I can’t go much longer like this.’’ Cloud covered his face, it was an even brighter red than before. ‘’How about I start prepping you then, sounds good?’’ He quickly nodded without saying another word, he looked embarrassed, but deep down you knew how much he loved it when you took the lead and called shots.

You grabbed the lube from a small night stand next to the bed, as you opened the cap, the liquid came flowing out. You applied a generous amount on your fingers and some on his aching hole. Cloud shivered at the cold substance hitting his skin, turning his head away from you, which only made you even more excited. You rubbed two of your fingers on his hole covered in lube. Before pushing your fingers inside, you made quick eye contact with Cloud, making sure he was ready. In one swift motion, your fingers slipped inside, moving around easily with the lube. He groaned at the feeling, you could tell he wasn’t completely relaxed. ‘’Hey, relax a bit. Let me take the lead.’’ Your other hand cupped his cheek reassuringly as you whispered those words into his ear.

It didn’t take much longer for him to fully relax and lean into your touch. You thrusted your fingers gently into him, curling them from time to time, which made Cloud whimper even more than before. He pushed his hips into you, creating friction between the two of you. His whimpers only grew louder as you sped up, hitting his sweet spot every time you curled your fingers.

He was already a mess, and the worst was yet to come.

After some time, you decided it was time for a bigger treat. You got up and grabbed the silicone strap-on from one of the drawers of the night stand. Cloud’s heart was racing as he looked at it, you had never done this before, but you wanted to give him the exact same pleasure he always gave you.

With a bit of struggle, you managed to put it on. You tightened the straps as you then lubed the entire thing up. The lube was spread nicely as you stroked it gently. ‘’On your knees~’’ You mused, watching Cloud do as he was told.

As soon as he was on his knees, face down into the pillow, you pushed the silicone dick inside him. His back arched, earning you a loud moan mixed with heavy breathing and whimpering.

You slowly fucked him, the lube creating a squelching sound every time you pushed it further inside. It wasn’t halfway in yet, but he already looked ravished. He moaned loudly, whining when you pushed it in further and further. All you could do was watch his pretty face as you fucked him into the mattress. Even you were moaning, panting with every thrust you made.

You wrapped one of your arms around his chest, using the other to stroke his dick roughly. Your skin smacked against his plump ass, it was turning red from how you were pounding into him. Cloud stopped you for a moment, turning himself around as he then quickly signed you to continue. The smirk on your face was so obvious to the boy, it made him even more aroused than before.

Cloud wrapped both his legs around you, pushing you down into his needy ass even more. ‘’Look who’s being a good boy for me, hm?’’ You said, kissing down his neck and chest, pampering him all over. His nails dug into your skin, leaving red trails down your back.

It wasn’t much longer until you noticed he was reaching his orgasm. Your hand wrapped around his cock once more, your thumb moving over his tip. You knew how sensitive he was there. Cloud moaned, throwing his head back into the pillow as he came all over you. Your chest was covered in cum, dripping down to your stomach and pussy.

‘’Look at you. You really needed that.’’ You chuckled, scooping some liquid on your finger and licking it off. ‘’No I didn’t.’’ He replied, getting up from the bed, but sitting back down right away. ‘’You really went at it, huh.’’ He sighed, rubbing his back as he looked over at you. You crawled over to him, sitting down next to the blonde.

‘’Next time, I’ll go easy on you.’’

#cloud strife #final fantasy vii #final fantasy imagines #cloud strife x reader #smut #reader insert #cloud smut #final fantasy series

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concreteprints · 2 years ago

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OUTSIDERS HCs

not sure how much i rlly like this but oh well i can edit it later Ponyboy - sometimes while reading books he'll imagine himself as a character in them and daydream about it - he has anxiety because why not - he's always wanted a better relationship with Darry but since they were further apart in age he never really saw much of him growing up - even when he hasn't had nightmares for months he's still glad that Sodapop is next to him because the thought alone makes him feel safe - when he thinks he's alone he'll sometimes hum his favorite songs but the second he hears something he'll stop and pretend it never happened - if he's really anxious he'll bite/pick at his lips to the point of bleeding even though Darry always scolds him for it - blushes/gets flustered really easily and the gang always enjoys teasing him about it - loves to write letters even if he knows that no one will ever read them - has really nice handwriting but he sometimes makes it seem messier to look more "tough"

Sodapop

- sometimes when it looks like Pony isn't doing too well with homework he'll try and help 'cause he wants to be a good brother but he never does anything but get annoyed at it

- teases Ponyboy about any girl he glances at

- sometimes he "steals" (borrows, he always gives them back before Pony notices) Ponyboy's favorite books because he actually sometimes likes reading but he's too indicisive to choose books and never finishes books often enough to get them for himself

- was one of those kids that mixed up "potions" with things like bleach and shampoo and also enjoyed making mud pies

- considers dating another girl after Sandy but he doesn't want to ask out a soc and hes afraid that any greaser girl he dates wouldn't be nearly as he thought Sandy was

- he's absolutely awful at reading social ques and has a tendency to run his mouth until he realizes that everyone else feelss awkward

Darrel

- he hasn't dated since their parents died because he always tells himself he doesn't have enough time

- used to want to get a dog for his little brothers but quickly realized that realistically he'd be the only one taking care of it

- calls everyone in the gang his kid brother just because

- sometimes he daydreams about having a wife who'd help him with money and taking care of his younger brothers but he knows he'd be too scared to actually trust her around them

- he acts a little cold towards Pony solely because he's afraid that he'll mess something up and fail at giving him the childhood he deserves

- gets all dressed up for parent teacher conferences and is always so proud of everything they say about Pony

- sometimes on his breaks he goes and visits Soda's work when he gets longer breaks because he takes any chance he can to try to act like a good father figure towards Soda

- loves cooking for other people sometimes scolds his brothers if they aren't eating enough but also constantly forgets to feed himself

- enjoys gardening because his mother used to garden with him

Dallas

- he's always so cold around everyone but in turn he feels every emotion 10x worse when they do end up getting to him

- stops by the Curtis' house even when he knows no one is home because it feels more like his home than anything else ever has

- sometimes he cleans but he always lies about it being someone else because he's known as being careless and messy

- anytime he sees Johnny with a new bruise or cut he immedietly goes into guard dog mode and threatens his parents

- he's basically just the scary dog people take on walks

- he likes messing around with knifes and flipping them but always stops when he cuts himself

- whenever he's caught in the rain, just got out of the shower, or anything else that makes his hair wet, he likes to walk up to his friends and shake his hair like a wet dog because he finds it absolutely hilarious

Johnny

- has always been tempted to hug Dally but doesn't want to weird him out

- stray cats absolutely love him and sometimes they'll follow him around just to cuddle him

- usually only ever wears baggy clothes (because that's all he really owns) but gets annoyed at the fact that they only ever make him look more small, young and weak

- the gang usually avoids touching him because he always flinches at it but he actually does enjoy when people hug him or mess with his hair or even just brush against him (as long as they're someone he knows and trusts)

Keith "Two-Bit" Matthews

- never tells anyone about his troubles because he's always such a "happy" guy and a jokester that he thinks that no one will take him seriously

- has a nervous laugh

- says ow or ouch constantly when he brushes against something or accidentally falls down into a seat but stays practically completely silent when he's actually in pain

- has made jokes about turning tables and having greasers jump socs instead but he geniuinely thinks it might work and everyone just laughs because they take nothing he says seriously

- hears people joking about him being such a drunk even when he's stone cold sober because no one believes him

#the outsiders #johnny cade #steve randle #dallas winston #darrel curtis #two bit mathews #ponyboy curtis #headcannons

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andreal831 · 4 months ago

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What kind of a person do you think Kol would be if being a vampire didn't take away witch powers?

This is one of those topics that I'll admit some biases. With most of the characters in TVDU, we get hints of the past but we don't see the full thing so it's up to us as an audience to fill in the blanks. This is why I think there is so much debate in the fandom. Everyone fills in the blanks differently and to a different extent.

So for me, Kol was not a character that I was drawn to so I often didn't spend a lot of time thinking about his past outside of what we are explicitly told. From the show, we are explicitly told that he was a witch and he clearly still feels very attached to his witch side. We also know that when he turned he no longer was a witch.

What we don't know is how he was as a witch (I know he called himself a child prodigy, but I'd be curious to know how long he was practicing) or how exactly it impacted him to lose that side of him. Unlike Klaus who blamed everything on losing his werewolf side, we don't hear Kol explicitly say he became such a menace because of his loss of magic.

I don't think anyone would really argue that it didn't hurt him to lose that part of himself. But I personally don't think him becoming a heretic would have made him much more of a stable person. Even with Klaus, there were numerous reasons he became such a monster. Esther's lies, Ansel's death, Mikael's hate, losing Aurora, etc. on top of his werewolf side being suppressed. None of this justifies the things he does, but none of them can be said to be the direct or only reason he became what he was.

The same thing applies to Kol. It wasn't just losing his witch side, but also losing his home, losing his chance of being human, running from a murderous father, his mother's death. All of these things happened simultaneously and affected him. We also have zero idea of what kind of person Kol was as a human. He is in none of the human flashbacks. We know that he fled as soon as Mikael began to hunt them, destroying their village. He quickly reunited with his siblings and seemed to already enjoy killing very early in. I think at some point Kol said he enjoyed the "rush" being a witch gave him, so it seemed like he transferred that to killing as a vampire. But it could also just be that he loves adrenaline and would have still gravitated to that side of vampirism even with his magic still intact. Again, it's hard to say since we don't see him as a human.

But what we do see is how he is as a witch in TO. Now, I've said this in another post, TO Kol doesn't make a lot of sense to me compared to TVD and even the flashbacks. Sure, maybe it was just him having access to magic which made him better, but we can't forget that the first scene we have with him as a witch is him SAing a woman by using his magic to make her flash the entire street. Kol, as a witch in TO, likes to use his magic to have power over others, much like he used his vampirism. Again, it's hard to say if he was always like this or if this was as a result of him losing his magic initially.

To me, this is probably how I would imagine Kol as a heretic since this is the best evidence we see of him as a witch. Not necessarily any less violent than we saw him as a vampire. In my opinion, a lot of what caused Kol to behave the way he did was feeling excluded rather than losing his magic. While he often runs off and leaves his family, it always seemed that he caused chaos to get his siblings attention. We are told Kol is this intelligent person so I have to imagine he wasn't just acting dumb and attracting Mikael every time he was undaggered. But he knew it would get his brother's attention. This can make sense for the character since he was turned at like 17 years old. He behaved like a teenager attempting to get his older brothers to pay attention. Even when he knew their attention wouldn't be positive and often was being daggered.

I could see him being a heretic changing his dynamic with his siblings though. He would have been invaluable to them, especially in the early days when they were trying to survive. But again, he still likely would have been a violent and murderous person. It maybe could have been even worse if Kol and Klaus became closer than Elijah and Klaus.

They made Kol's violent and murderous nature a part of his personality, which is why I had a hard time believing that just meeting Davina changed him as a person. But again, I know a lot of people have complex headcanon backstories that show Kol was a completely different person and losing his magic sent him over the edge, which I am not saying is not possible. I just personally don't see it. When Abby lost her magic, she became depressed and lethargic. When Bonnie was cut off from her magic, she didn't become murderous. Kol losing his magic didn't change his personality, but it may have pushed him further into that side of himself than he normally would have. This combined with the heightened emotions of becoming a new vampire created the Kol we met.

I'm sorry I forgot to respond to this earlier, but thank you for the ask!

#kol mikaelson #tvdu #the originals #the vampire diaries #the mikaelsons #anon ask #fandom answers #tvd ask #tvd anon ask #anonymous #fandom asks #tvdu metas #metas #tvd #andrea831 metas #andrea831 metas kol #andrea831 metas mikaelson

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nolawritesfanfics-deactive · 3 years ago

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How the Genshin boys would confess to you

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of fighting/blood, mentions of death, OOC characters

Disclaimer: I haven’t thoroughly edited these, so please let me know if there are any mistakes! Some of these are longer than others, it kinda depends on if I know how to write the character or not. [>v<]💖💖💖 (also, sorry for not posting in a while, I haven’t had many ideas for what to write (TwT))

Pairings: Childe x Gn!reader, Kaeya x Gn!reader, Diluc x Gn!reader, Zhongli x Gn!reader, Xiao x Gn!reader, Albedo x Gn!reader

Genre: Fluff, angst(?), friends to lovers

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♡❄️Kaeya❄️♡

••Drunken Confession••

He would be drunk when he confesses to you. After a long day working for the knights, he would head over to Angel’s Share to indulge in two of his favorite things.

Death After Noon, and you.

Much like alcohol, you calm Kaeya’s nerves and make him forget everything. His past, his duties, his relationship with his brother. But he never manages to forget the one thing that bothers him the most.

His feelings for you.

Kaeya opened the door of the tavern, a gust of warm, alcohol scented air hitting his face as he stepped inside. He scanned the room, trying to map out which people he was going to attempt to get information out of this time.

There was a group of older adventurers to his left. Not the best choice, since they only end up talking about their families, which never failed to leave him feeling bitter.

A few knights were scattered throughout the room, but they weren’t good sources either. Kaeya already saw them everyday, which made it far too easy to catch up on whatever they were gossiping about.

Finally, he found you. You managed to outshine everyone else in the tavern, and no matter who else approached him, he would always choose you. He knew this, but he couldn’t tell you. He couldn’t get you involved with him.

He couldn’t cause you pain.

But his emotions failed him, and the butterflies raging in his stomach when you noticed him from across the room only proved how hopelessly in love he was with you. A smile broke onto his face when you waved him over, and he had to clench his fists to keep from rushing over to you. He had a reputation to uphold, after all.

He didn’t know that you would be here tonight, not that he was upset about it. He just needed to get to you without seeming like a puppy following its owner. So, he took a deep breath, and sauntered over to the counter you were sitting at.

“Ah, (Y/n), a pleasure to see you!” Kaeya said. You smiled in response and patted the seat next to you. Kaeya looked down at the counter, trying to hide the blush tinting his cheeks as he sat down beside you.

“Hello Captain Kaeya! Taking a break I assume?” You mused, happy to be talking with your best friend once more. Lately, you hadn’t been given the chance to talk to Cavalry Captain lately, since both of you were incredibly busy with work. However, you never missed the chance to catch up with him whenever you could.

“Just a quick one, danger stops for no one, you know.” He joked.

The mere thought of him made you excited. Every word he spoke made your ears start to burn, and everything he did made you want to be closer to him. But you had no idea he felt the same way.

The night progressed, and after a few drinks Charles cut you off at your request. You had things to do tomorrow and couldn’t afford to have a hangover. Kaeya was still going though, even after a few warnings of being cut off as well.

You looked over to your friends, who was absolutely wasted. He was laughing at a joke that one of the other knights made, his chuckle resonating in your chest. Archons, his voice was amazing.

Even though you could’ve stayed here forever, listening to the Cavalry Captains soothing voice, dawn would come soon, and you were getting sleepy. So, you grabbed Kaeya’s sleeve and suggested taking him home. He groaned and protested, but couldn’t deny how exhausted he was. He also couldn’t deny you, even if he wanted to.

So, you bid Charles goodbye, and dragged your friend home. Kaeya leaned on you, giggling every couple minutes. You smiled at his childish actions and tugged him closer to you. Your footsteps echoed throughout the streets of Mondstadt, a cold breeze tainting your flushed cheeks.

When you arrived at Kaeya’s dimly lit doorstep, it was already early in the morning. Both of you had sobered up a bit, your sense of time coming back to haunt you. Kaeya turned to you, and held your gaze. You stared back at him, losing yourself in his ocean colored irises. A few seconds passed before he blurted out something you’d never expect to hear from him.

“(Y/n), I’m in love with you.” He whispered, slapping his hands over his hands over his mouth once he had realized the impact of what he had said. A glimmer of innocent worry sparkled in Kaeya’s eyes. You moved his hands away from his mouth and held them to your lips.

“Oh, Kaeya….” You whispered, placing a kiss on his knuckles.

“I love you too.”

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♡ ☄️Zhongli☄️♡

••Timeless Confession••

Zhongli would be very formal about his confession, but he can’t help but be shy when telling you of his feelings.

He would most likely ask you to meet him somewhere. If you were his close friend, he’d invite you to have tea at his house. It’s a casual setting, if things go wrong, no one will see.

But, if you act flustered around him, he may be less nervous. He would probably be able to sense how you feel about him by your actions, which would give him a confidence boost.

It was another warm day at Liyue Harbor. Despite the heat, it was quite busy. People were scattered over the streets, going about their day. You were a part of the crowds, but unlike most of tourists littering the harbor, you were only here for a friend.

You frequently visited Liyue, you even had a little place of you own near the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. And every morning, when you would leave your apartment to go and explore Teyvat, you would run into Zhongli.

Zhongli was one of the kindest people you had met since you arrived in Liyue. He would always smile at you when you looked at him, and small talk was frequent between you two. As time passed, you became more than just acquaintances.

He would invite you to have tea with him almost every day, and would always welcome you into his home. If you ever showed up at his house in critical condition, he would never fail to nurse you back to health. Soon enough, he was coming with you missions, protecting you from harm.

You wondered why he was so nice to you, but you were grateful for his help. But lately, Zhongli had been acting strange. He had been quieter than usual, and he’d been avoiding you. Every time you would try to talk to him, he would make some excuse like- “A-ah... my apologies (Y/n). It seems I’ve forgotten something for work.”

He could hardly look at you, it seemed. He was always so anxious around you now.

Did you do something wrong?

Was it something you said?

You loved the man, even if you didn’t show it much. You had a strictly platonic relationship after all, and you couldn’t just give that up for your desires of a romantic life with him.

But oh god, the way he used to smile at you. The books he would read to you, whether they were about the fascinating history of Teyvat, or the delusional ramblings of a lovesick poet, you loved them. He would always smile at your reactions, but he no longer smiled at you.

His smile was gone.

You longed to see it again. If you had to grovel to get his friendship back, you would.

Thankfully, you knew your questions would be answered when you found a note from Zhongli, telling you to meet him at his house for tea. When you arrived, the tea was already on his table, whisps of smoke rising from the liquid.

Zhongli beckoned for you to sit down across from him. You sat down and gazed at him expectantly. The archon sighed, fiddling with his sweaty hands.

“I’m guessing by the way you’re looking at me... you wish to know why I’ve been ignoring you, yes?” Zhongli said.

You nodded, concern visible in every move you made. You rested your hand on the table, the cold anxiety of rejection making you feel weak. You felt another hand rest on top of yours, causing your eyes to shoot up to look at the man in front of you.

“I... I’m not sure how to say this, (Y/n), but- I have... feelings for you.”

You took a shaky breath, and intertwined your fingers with his. You could feel the poor man’s form shaking, a blush lighting up his cheeks. Leaning over the table, you inched your face closer to his. Then, you pressed your lips onto his. Zhongli froze in place, not sure what to do.

But you knew- you hoped, that he had an idea of what you were trying to say.

This was your silent confession.

Your silent way of telling him that you would never leave.

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♡🧬Albedo🧬♡

••Chemical Confession••

The chief alchemist of the knights of favonius isn’t accustomed to emotions. He’s made out of chalk after all, so there not much room for that kind of stuff.

Albedo’s confession would happen during work hours, when you two are alone in the lab. He would try to make you aware of how inexperienced he was with emotions, as a defense mechanism to hide his emotions.

The poor boy can try, but the warmth emanating from his cheeks confirms every one of his words for you.

Another day, another experiment.

Albedo was buried in work, just like usual. Different stacks of paper were scattered all over his lab tables, many of them serving as a net for various overflowing experiments. The lab smelled purely of chemicals, and anyone who entered would be sent into a coughing fit.

Amidst all of the chaos, Albedo didn’t notice a person entering the vicinity. He only noticed when he felt a hand press against his shoulder. He couldn’t tell who was behind him, but he could sense that the touch was familiar. The alchemist whipped his head around to face you, a grin spreading across his delicate lips.

“Don’t worry Albedo, it’s just me.” You said, chuckling at his actions. Your hands were covering your mouth and nose, so that you didn’t inhale too many chemicals. Albedo lead you over to his newest concoctions, listing off random details about them.

You had been helping Albedo perfect an experiment for several months now, always taking time after your daily duties to assist him. Sucrose would have helped him with this, but she had work of her own to complete, so you offered to take her place.

You may or may not have been using this as an opportunity to get closer to the infamous alchemist, but you hoped that he didn’t mind your presence too much.

Little did you know, he didn’t mind at all.

Albedo was happy you decided to join him, because he got to see you more. The only part of your assistance that he hated was how you made him lose his composure. Whenever you smiled, whenever you looked at him- whenever you did anything, he felt like he was falling apart.

But strangely, he didn’t mind that either.

You made his heart feel warm, but he had no idea why. He had never been in a relationship before, and he definitely had never felt anything like this. So, Albedo decided that he would figure out his feelings by using the only tactics he was familiar with.

Research and experiments.

Whenever he had time, Albedo would observe the couples of Mondstadt, trying to figure out what that warm feeling meant. He even went to ask Glory about her feelings for Godwin. She chuckled softly at his questions and spared him no details about what “love” felt like.

Another thing that Albedo picked up from his observations was kissing. It’s something he saw most couples doing, whether it was just a quick peck on the cheek, or a- uh- longer version of that.

The other knights also played a role in explaining different kinds of affection to him, at his request. They also told him that, if he had someone he was interested in, he should tell them before it was too late.

When he had concluded his research, he returned to Dragonspine to put his research to good use. After working up enough courage, he decided that when you showed up to help him today, he would tell you. He had no backup plan if things went wrong, but he was used to taking risks.

Albedo finished talking about the last beaker on the lab table, looking at you nervously. He knew he had to do it now, or else he may never find the strength within himself to try again.

Clearing his throat, Albedo turned to you.

“(Y/n), I have... a confession to make.”

You stared at him, brows furrowing in concern. Your friend was not the nervous type, so what was making him so wary? Was something wrong?

Despite your worries, you shook your head for him to continue.

“It’s come to my attention that I’ve been having some feelings... and I’m not sure how to describe them.” He sighed, face heating up from embarrassment. “I like you. I think- I- I’m not sure how any of this works but I thought it was better to tell you than to- mmph!”

A squeal left Albedo’s throat as soft lips pressed against his own, cutting him off. Your eyes were closed, fists balled at your sides in hopes that this was the right thing to do. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins, making your hand shake.

You pulled away as you opened your eyes. In front of you was a red-faced, wide eyed Albedo, who was frozen in place by your touch. He blinked a few times before roughly grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face to his.

Love was a chemical Albedo didn’t understand, and probably never would.

But if it meant he could have you, he didn’t mind at all.

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♡🌊Childe🌊♡

••Risky Confession••

Childe is a fighter. If you’re a friend of his, there’s no doubt that he would ask to spar with you. If you’re strong enough to fight him, it’s a given that he’d ask you to fight.

As a fighter, Childe is attracted to strength and challenges. Which means you were a perfect fit for him. Even if you didn’t like fighting, your determination never fails to impress him. So, his confession would happen during a fight, or after a fight.

The fight would be even more tense than usual, both parties nervous and scared to hurt their opponent, but both parties wanting to win as well. It’s a kind of tension that is noticeable but not mentioned.

This makes the fight escalate and become ever rougher than usual. In the end, the battle becomes forgotten after Childe surrenders his heart to you.

The Eleventh Fatui Harbinger is an uncontrollable mess. He yearns for the thrill of battle, every loss and victory adding to to his already brimming ego. But, anyone who’s fought him most likely doesn’t know what he’s like off the battlefield. In fact, most people who encounter him don’t live to see who he really is.

But you survived his attacks, and you know who he is.

Over the course of your friendship with Childe, you’ve learned that he is a kind, family oriented person. He genuinely cares about people, and his attitude towards you and his siblings had proven that.

But, if you were a mere bystander, you wouldn’t have assumed that about him at all.

At least not right now.

The radioactive sounds of elements against elements and the clanging of metal against metal echoed throughout the field. You flung your weapon towards the harbinger, releasing a blast of elemental energy.

The force of your attacks sent you flying backwards, putting you at a disadvantage. Childe took this as an opportunity to charge towards you, readying his bow.

Today was another casual sparring session. It had become a tradition for you two to fight each other, to improve both your skills and your senses. Childe was the one who proposed this idea, saying that he didn’t want to miss the chance to fight a worthy opponent.

But deep down, Childe knew that he was training with you because he didn’t want to you to get hurt when he wasn’t around. He worried about you and your involvement with him. He worried that his business with the Fatui would seep into your life, corrupting the only light he had.

That light was none other than yourself.

You were a sudden addition to his life, illuminating his bloodstained world better than any flame. As soon as he introduced himself to you, romantic feelings blossomed in his chest almost instantly.

Luckily, you felt the same way. Before you met Childe, your life was nothing short of dull. All you ever did was do work for the adventurers guild, eat, sleep, and live out the next day the exact same way.

But then, you met Childe.

His carefree personality charmed you, and his ability to fight made you want to improve your own skills. You loved him, and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your days with him. No matter how hard you tried to hide your feelings, your warm cheeks and nervous actions gave you away whenever he was mentioned.

To make things worse, both of you knew that you loved each other, but were too shy to say anything about it. The tension between you built up with every meeting, making each one of your battles even more dangerous than the last. Fear was the only thing keeping you from confessing to him.

Childe aimed his bow at you, while you leaped up and prepared another attack. You couldn’t hold him off for long, since you were running out of mental strength as well as physical strength.

How long had it been since your fight started? Time seemed nonexistent at this point, and you knew you would collapse within seconds.

So, you let your guard down. You surrendered, and opted to block his attacks instead of fighting back. But, instead of being hit by a barrage of arrows, all you heard were heavy pants leaving your friend’s mouth.

“I... I can’t do this anymore, (Y/n).” Childe wheezed out. Your body shook from exhaustion as you hummed in confusion. You rested your hands on your knees, leaning on them for support.

“I can’t fight you anymore. And that’s- haah... because I- I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

He- he loved you?

Was this a dream?

Gasping for air, you stumbled over to him, knocking him to the ground. Your arms were either side of him as you leaned over his body, your face inches away from his. His words hung in the air, the atmosphere thick with tension.

Your cheeks flushed as you pecked his lips. You rested your head on the crook of his neck, the feeling of his body against yours comforting you. Grasping one of Childe’s hands, you tried to control your body.

Adrenaline had taken over your mind, forcing you to think at a million miles per hour, even if you could still think straight. Taking a deep breath, you finally muttered the words he longed for you to say.

“Ah, thank the archons... I feel the same way.”

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♡🔥Diluc🔥♡

••Quiet Confession••

Given the amount of work Diluc has, his confession would take place during one of his shifts.

Being his friend, you would be worried about his stress levels, and would help him with work to try and lower them. Through this, Diluc would start to fall for you.

He keeps his feelings to himself until he can’t stand doing so any longer, even with the possible consequences of your rejection.

Business was booming at the Tavern. You spotted various familiar faces as you scanned the crowd, trying to count the amount of customers to report to Diluc. The moon was high in the sky, and the air was polluted with voices.

Tonight, you were helping Diluc out at the Tavern. You noticed how stressed Diluc looked, and offered to help him regularly, free of charge. He was hesitant to accept your help, insisting that he must provide some kind of payback for you.

But, after you ignored his protests and helped on your own accord, he saw that it was useless to fight back. No matter how many times he questioned your motives, you always said that you were just happy to help.

And that was the truth.

It was so obvious how little sleep he got, the dark circles under his eyes being proof. His office was loaded with paperwork, and the Winery was always full of panicking servants, including Diluc. You couldn’t bear to watch your friend file himself down like this, so you offered to assist him.

Your job for tonight was to help clean and serve tables. Diluc was behind the bar, washing glasses to give to Charles. He looked calm, collected, and alert. But you knew that was just a mask.

Part of why Diluc kept you around was because you could see right through him. It was a nice change for him. The feeling of telling the truth was amazing. He loved the truth your presence brought.

But really, he loved you.

Ever since he met you, he felt happier. Even the workers at Dawn Winery had noticed the change in his behavior. The small smile that would linger on his face after a conversation with you, his ability to get things done even faster than usual, and the spring in his step whenever you showed up made his feelings far too obvious.

But somehow, you never noticed. Even when he glared at whoever flirted with you from across the Tavern, you never managed to take the hint. It was no secret that you felt the same, but you thought that it was impossible for Diluc to love someone like you. He was the untouchable Darknight Hero, and you were merely an adventurer.

So, you never confessed to him, letting his and your feelings build up. Your words never failed to catch in your throat whenever you tried to confess, making everything ten times harder for you.You couldn’t go on like this, and neither could he.

So tonight, Diluc decided that he would put an end to this. His eyes followed you, watching your figure approach the bar. Your demeanor was as sharp and strong as ever, but your eyes were glazed with exhaustion. It was a busy night, and you had been working for hours.

Diluc knew that you had limits, which made him second guess whether or not he should tell you tonight. But as he gazed at you, he knew that it had to be tonight. He was sure that you were the one he had to be with, and he couldn’t lose the chance to tell you that.

Your arms were wrapped around an empty tray, one that was once littered with glasses brimming with alcohol. Diluc held his hand out and took the tray from you. But for a split second longer than usual, he let his hand linger on yours.

Heat exploded on both of your faces as you withdrew your hand. Diluc averted his eyes, and took a shaky breath.

“I… we- we need to talk.” Diluc muttered. You nodded, looking into his flaming red eyes. The fiery plumes of truth were holding the two of you in their grip, forcing you two together. You surrendered yourself to those flames, knowing that his mask had come undone.

Your dreams were all coming true.

The time had come.

Diluc led you to the Tavern’s storage room. It was dimly lit, quiet, and the perfect place to confess on a work night. Of course, Diluc hadn’t imagined his confession to be like this, but it was the best he could do on short notice.

You stood across from him, nervously glancing off to the side. Diluc stepped forward and took your hands, leading your eyes up to meet his own.

“(Y/n), I love you. I always have.” Diluc bit his lip, gently running his hands over your knuckles. “I understand if you don’t return my feelings, but I just… I needed to tell you.”

You stepped away from him, watching as his face contorted into one of fear. But, he let out a sigh of relief as your wrapped your arms around his waist. Diluc returned your embrace, burying his face into your neck. A few airy chuckles escaped his lips as the reality of situation hit him.

The truth was finally out.

You both breathed into each other's skin, reveling in the feeling of your new relationship. The emotions burning in your stomach were addictive, luring you in like a moth to a flame.

You wished you could stay like this forever, alone with the man you loved

And archons know that he would fight to the ends of Teyvat to create that future for the two of you.

ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡

♡🍃Xiao🍃♡

••Karmic confession••

I’m gonna be honest, Xiao would probably need to be put on the spot for him to confess.

He makes it so obvious that he loves you, but needs to be convinced to officially tell you how he feels.

When he finally decides to confess, Verr Goldet would help calm his nerves. He may be in love with you, but he’s also really shy about romance

There, he would confess, laying his heart at your feet.

The Wangshu Inn was quiet. Even the lightest footsteps of a mouse would wake up every resident within the Inn. No one was at the front desk, a sticky note with an explanation in place of a human.

Every room was illuminated by the light of the moon. The bright, full moon was high in the sky, a reminder of how peace wouldn’t last forever. A reminder that one day, everything would be gone.

Despite how late at night it was, two figures sat beside each other on the roof.

Leaves were scattered over the roof’s shackles. A pair of amber eyes glowed in the darkness, strands of turquoise hair flowing in the gentle breeze. The person beside him was staring back into his eyes, their gaze just as soft as his own. The atmosphere was welcoming and safe.

This was something Xiao hadn’t felt in a very, very, long time.

The Adeptus had been alone for decades, shouldering the burdens of immortality all alone. He’s watched countless innocent people die, along with hundreds of gods. The memories of their corpses haunt every second of Xiao’s existence.

Just thinking about it made him want to scream.

But over time, he found solace in the repetition of death. It was painful, but it was his only defense mechanism. It was easier to lie to himself, saying that he was fine with loss. He thought that everything would continue on like this. He thought that he would have to watch everyone die, alone.

But that was before he met you.

Your first encounter with Xiao was when you first moved in. You were talking to Verr Goldet about your daily life, and why you were staying at the Inn. You were so caught up in conversation that you hadn’t noticed the Adeptus staring at you menacingly.

He was wary of your arrival, not knowing if you were a threat or not. For all he knew, you could’ve been there to destroy him. He never actually talked to you until you proved yourself to be safe. But, he was always watching you from the shadows.

Once he finally interacted with you, he found that you were a pleasant person to be around.

He started seeking you out more often, helping you with your duties and visiting you on his own. There were many nights where you would meet up on the Inn’s rooftop to watch the moon together.

Soon enough, Xiao started developing feelings for you. Everything you did made his knees weak. The fact that you would go out of your way to spend time with him made his heart flutter.

Did he really mean that much to you?

Why would someone as amazing as you choose to waste your time on a person like him?

You were a ray of light to Xiao, your existence and voice were soothing to him. The binds of his karmic debt seemed to become more bearable whenever you were around.

In short, Xiao really loved you, but he couldn’t tell you that.

Unfortunately, he was having trouble just communicating with you in general, having accepted his feelings for you. Now, instead of staying stone faced when you talked to him, he would be sent into a flustered panic.

It was becoming a real problem, especially since you felt the same way.

Despite Xiao’s cold exterior, he never failed to be gentle with you. You noticed how his eyes softened whenever he looked at you, always making sure that he hadn’t hurt you with anything he had said.

The way his brow furrowed when he was focused or confused made butterflies explode in your stomach. He was so beautiful, so inhumanly ethereal, and you wholeheartedly believed that he was a blessing sent from the Archons.

Everything he did made you happy, but you had no idea if he felt the same way about you.

So, you kept each other at an arm's length. Neither of you wanted to risk losing your friendship, so you avoided each other, pouring your hearts out to Verr Goldet, who had been rooting for both of you from the start.

Verr had watched your relationship grow over time, and watching both of you uselessly pining for each other annoyed her. She wanted both of you to have a romantic relationship, and over her dead body would she let you two grow distant.

So, she spoke to Xiao, telling him that if he didn’t confess tonight, he may never be able to. Xiao only looked down at the ground, ashamed that he was shying away from a mortal. But in truth, he was ashamed that he was shying away from you, his best friend.

After much convincing, Xiao gave you a letter, asking for you to meet him on the roof, at nightfall. It was the same place you usually met up, and the same place you bonded the most with each other.

Time was unkind to the Adeptus, and he knew that it was better to get this off his chest now, before it was too late. Hopefully, things would go well.

As night fell, Xiao went up to the roof. He sat down on the ledge and waited for you. Shaky breaths left his lips as his anxiety grew with every passing minute. It wasn’t very long before you showed up, your footsteps alerting your friend.

Xiao whipped his head to face you. His cheeks were beet red as he took in your form. The moon shone on your skin, additionally reflecting in your eyes.

God, you looked so beautiful, he thought.

Patting the space beside him, he gestured for you to sit down. You reluctantly followed his orders, anxiety burning in your chest.

“I…” Xiao sighed, gripping the ledge of the rooftop. “(Y/n), love you. Please… spend an eternity with me.”

Suspense hung in the air as he waited for your response. Then, a soft hand gripped his own. The dam of emotions you had been holding had finally broken. Tears of joy welled in your eyes as you laughed in relief.

“Are- are you okay? Was it something I said?” Xiao began to panic, reaching his hands out to try and pat your back. You grasped his hand once more as you tried to calm him down.

“Xiao- Xiao, of course not- I’m happy, that’s all.” You said, small giggles breaking through your words. Xiao tilted his head, confusion swirling in his eyes.

“H- Huh? Why?”

You wiped your eyes, and started directly into his own.

“Because I love you too.”

You leaned forward, kissing his forehead.

“And I promise, I’ll always be here for you.”

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