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thatdeadaquarius · 8 months ago

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Hello there, friend I'm here for fluff

OK, this has been on my mind for a while

But like

The reader is just becoming the biggest parent to the Benny's adventure team kids

And the wolfs

We are like a parent of like 27

Knitting and making food brushing razors hair(let's be for real, you would hear a crunch when you brush it)

I'm not gonna lie

Do these kids know what spices are?

Cuz when I think about it

Razor hasn't had shit so he's has the least tolerance for spice

He would probably cry if you feed him a pepper

Bennett has tried spicy food but does go well with it

And not completely sure if fischl has had a spicy food before

But what flavor does mondstadt add to their food??

These kids need the damn flavors

AHDHAKALL FERAL ANIMAL AQUARIUS- ANOTHER PLATONIC ASK AAHHHHGGGGDJJSFHSAK!!!!!

AND ITS YOU!! ITS- ITS- ONE OF THE WRITING RULERS OF SAGAU (FOR ME AT LEAST) <3 !!!!!!!!

You cooking in genshin all anime studio ghibli style looking like food from god (literally): ⬆️

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Benny’s Adventure Team! (Bennett, Fischl, Razor), Diluc, mentions of other Mond characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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^^ The posts being referenced in ask, (OG Razor ask) (Benny + Razor) and a more direct sequel, a part 2? a part 4 atp?? of this post (Imposter/Not Dark AU + Razor + Diluc) ^^

OMFG

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP BITCHES

SINCE UR IN TEYVAT

YOU GONNA COOK LIKE TEYVAT

AS IN-

SHIT BE SUPER EASY TO COOK, AND MASS MAKE DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY OF DISH

(So, like Zhongli's special Bamboo Shoot Soup is like getting made... once a year if you read the little desc. for that dish 💀)

AND THEYRE ALL LIKE-

ANIME GORGEOUS FOODS ✨️❤️‍🔥

OKAY SO

PROMO TIME-

U GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE ANIME "CAMPFIRE COOKING IN ANOTHER WORLD"

Bc that's mostly where this inspo gonna come from to both be realistic cooking + best parts of video game cooking

A guy gets isekai’d and instead of hero powers he just gets the skill of "online grocery shopping" LMAO

and ofc he gets insta gifted whatever he orders and starts making dishes and adding spices and regular stuff you know. like soy sauce.

but the best part is the food in that world is like British medieval soup shit

like barely salted, no spices definitely, no sauces, its barren

so he ends up attracting all kinds of interest that want to eat his cooking ofc

And it gives buffs too!

dw i didnt spoil anything u don't learn in the first episode, but that's just to say that's exactly whats happening here

u DO have to manually collect more ingredients but its so worth it, also u can just buy in bulk or put a commission thru the adventurer guild

tbhhh now that i say that, that could be how u end up drawing in Benny’s Adventure Team even more, bc they just take all ur quests for collecting ingredients around Mond!!

(u have to actively sneak behind their back and whisper to Katheryne that you want to put in other food quests in other guilds tho, silly kids will absolutely go running around Liyue and crazy shit just to have an adventure and do smth for you + eat ur banger food lol)

omfg the first time u barbecue smth???

the wolves, Razor, and Andrius??? Go feral.

Fischl and Benny who were already on their way to u guys to hang out again start booking it thru the woods, dodging hilichurl camps (thatve since settled down and been v peaceful to the wolves + anyone in the woods of Wolvendom after u started living there)

they knowww ur cookin smth fucking amazing

(and u even have some hilichurls and mitachurl that wander close to Andrius’ edge of the woods to shyly beg for scraps,, u give them a portion)

Razor was actually lookin at u like u hung the stars just for him when u gave him a homemade barbecue sauce to put on his food

(u acc may have done that to Teyvatians according to Andrius + the stories u overheard from Springvale…)

ok but the amount of begging u get for desserts like-

No, Razor u cannot have chocolate cake/cupcakes after every meal, u need to take care of ur teeth

(u use ur collection of mora-monster-donations for comms for more ingredients and living supplies like fabric + furniture, u cant afford dental on top of that for ur boy)

Fischl dutifully declares you the “best chef in the kingdom” and writes down all ur recipes (u have them auto-stored in ur settings obv but it cant hurt to have a physical copy, and they look so happy doing it, u don't have the heart to tell them its not necessary-)

Benny insists on both giving u extra ingredients when he takes ur commissions, and giving u handmade trinkets or weapons for the meals!!

No!! He will not take “im good” for an answer!! ur sharing ur home-cave with him, taking care of his best friend Razor, and now feeding him food better than Liuli Pavilion!!! There’s no way he can just take all that and give nothing back!!!!

and theyre not the only ones getting some food tbh

when the knights begin patroling near Wolvendom and slowly all of Mondstadt to search for their “All God”, u break up the beginnings of a fight between 2 confused knights and the now peaceful hilichurl camp at the edge of Wolvendom

U offer some snacks u were going to give Benny’s Adventure Team when they got back (u made little triangle sandwiches, rice balls, etc. finger foods, and u made plenty extra bc u kno their teenage appetites lol)

the knights and hilichurls nearly cried with appreciation, which made for a hilarious sight when the teens actually showed up lmao

ur wearing ur cloak, bc u dont wanna take on that whole “creator of worlds” title just yet, and the kids helped verify u werent anyone suspicious (Benny + Fischl keep ur godly secret, theyre the best like that 🥰)

the knights just swing by for snacks occasionally (they also either pay u in trade or with mora, theyre not bullies)

another person who gets flavored food privileges is the lazy librarian witch herself

u also sometimes pick Razor up from Lisa’s tutoring and bring “the best tea and tea snacks in the world” along with to share with Lisa and him

(she is also fully aware after awhile of meeting u of what u are, and fully believes this is why the food must be enchanted to be so good, but u dont want to be treated super reverently she can tell, so she keeps ur secret too and is just extra flirty when u come by lol)

(Razor refuses to let his pare- Lupical move out of ur cozy cave to the library, so he sometimes hauls u away when Lisa flirts too much LMAO)

…and the moment you've been waiting for.

Yes, Diluc got to try ur food that night he was searching Wolvendom for signs of the god of Teyvat

tbh Diluc was half-convinced that shit was a fever dream.

a bunch of sleepy wolves, a coffee table in the stone colosseum, a giant spirit wolf licking a big plate clean, the wolf-kid glaring at him, and you.

you with gold eyes, staring right thru his soul, like you already know everything there is to know about him, (like the way Kaeya looked at him that night),

like he doesnt even have to introduce himself

and he doesnt, u just lightly smack Razor’s hands until he gets rid of his claymore w/a pout, since Diluc had long since dropped his,

and grab a plate, piling on what leftovers u could, and turn back around from the coffee table to smile at him, patting the cushion-seat beside u for him to join

The giant glowing wolf licks his lips and watches him, the wolf-kid’s creepily watches him, and you, with eyes gold in teh light of a simmering bonfire just past the table, watch him

he just sits down and begins to eat.

its the best food he’s ever had, its his dad’s favorite dish, but not realistically, but the way memory embellishes a dish so much it can never be tasted again, except its right here. in front of him. u pour some wolfhook juice for him, and offer him a napkin to wipe his mouth and eyes

Diluc visits often after that, obviously.

u give him snacks too, and when he lets the staff try some, Adeline will not stop harassing him abt gettin ur recipes/ingredeints so u get him to pay Fischl to get a copy of their recipe book :)

including blank pages for future entries, and Fischl is literally glowing with happiness, would not stop monologuing abt ur food for weeks (send help Oz wants some peace and quiet sometimes)

Oh Diluc absolutely told the Favonius knights he found you. But he’s not saying where LMAO

Jean is actually begging him, Diluc ik u hate the knights but this is an international investigation-

this is the closest Diluc has ever gotten to getting under Venti’s skin.

when he told him this at Angel’s while bartending, he just casually ofc said this, just his smug little smirk, and the anemo god cracked a glass and everything- esp when he said he tried ur cooking??

he's gotta start looking over his shoulder in the city bc not only is Venti stalking him, the entirety of Mondstadt’s citizens are glaring at him in envy everywhere he goes LMAOO

(Venti now has a bar glass or too on his tab to pay off as well)

mans is literally paying u in weapon/artifact materials/mora to make him lunch one day and Venti nearly lunges over the counter

(Diluc purposefully ate it in front of him 💀)

ur food is the ultimate, “u could make a religion out of this!” /ref

like Diluc fully gives u offerings of ingredients he can pay for shipping from other countries + along with regular materials after grinding in domains

does the rest of Mondstadt + the world find out where u are?

only if Diluc lets them tbh. LMFAO

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tropicalszns · 4 months ago

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hii i just saw your recent post asking for requests.

i was thinking about one where nanami’s your therapist and you’ve been going through a difficult time recently, maybe with like work or family stuff, and you feel he’s the only one you feel calm by and end up catching feelings and he definitely likes you too, and then at some point when she has a breakdown in a session and it all blurts out and then sfw or nsfw from there lmao. maybe he feels guilty about reciprocating or smth bc it’s not professional. ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ type shi.

love your work btw and your page is so pretty xx

THERAPY SESSIONS !

⋆˚⟡˖° 𐙚 nanami kento x black!fem!reader

about

you end up falling in love with your therapist, nanami, but he loves u too

content contains

NSFW ! ꒱ angsty-fluff, finger-fucking, crying, mention of death (brief), consent checks, cowgirl position, backshotsss, nanami just being such a sweetheart i love him

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4,427

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THANK YOU SM!! it rlly brings a smile to my face when people love my work bc it motivates me to keep making more content!! this one is saur interesting, i hope this is good type shi

Your leg bounced against the wooden floor. Your heart thumping with anxiety, your skin freezing with goosebumps. The air around you felt cold and dry, the water filter two seats away from you could be heard buzzing softly. The coffee table in the middle was filled with magazines, talking about subjects about celebrities and how to stay consistent with your routines or something of that nature. But alas, none of them was in your interest.

You pressed your back against the plastic black chair, placing your arms on the cold, metal armrest. Your breath hitched, looking around the dull room. This was hour first time going through with therapy. Of course, it wasn’t your first time— but it technically was. You were either too scared or never enjoyed the therapist you were talking to. They would be too inconsiderate, too busy, or you just didn’t like them.

You were snapped out of your thoughts, only to be heard by your first and last name. Your ears perked up, “Yes?” You felt a pairs of eyes watching you as you rose up from your seat, it felt triggering. You saw a lady with a slicked back bun, thin-rimmed glasses and a mole by her bottom lip. She smiled at you so sweetly, her shirt having the logo of the company on her right chest, and her pants having a slick leather texture. Her arms having dainty, small gold bracelets and bangles.

“Mr. Nanami is ready for you,” she announced. “follow me.” You nodded, following her down the hallways. Each step felt nerve-wracking, the hallways felt like they were creeping in, and the air continued to feel colder and drier. It was like your mind was spinning, you couldn’t control your unsteady breathing.

“Here we are.” She interrupted your thoughts with the open door of your therapist’s counseling office. It was a white painted room, plants specifically placed around, a large dark-ish blue couch with white and ivory pillows. A thin gold table, two books placed on top of each other. A small fake plant in a wooden circular vase. Across from it sat a man with slicked back and neatly parted blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, with some fitting thin eyebrows and small eyes. He wore a necktie with a dotted pattern, blue dress shirt underneath his tan blazer with matching slacks and light brown shoes.

You blinked at him, slowly stepping into the room. It was a contrasting temperature from what the waiting room was. The door closed behind you which made you jolt. You glanced around the room, fiddling with your fingers. “Good afternoon,” the man spoke, his voice deep and thrilling. “you can have a seat on the couch.” His hand stretched out the dark blue couch.

You nodded, making your way to the couch and sitting down. “Hello,” he smiled. You looked around the room, moving back against the couch. “Hi.” You waved, returning the smile sheepishly. “how are you feeling, today?” He asked, adjusting clipboard on his lap. He took a pen from his chest pocket and clicked it. The clicking of the pen made you uneasy, letting out a sigh.

“I’m feeling fine, I guess.” You shrugged. Nanami could tell that you were feeling uncomfortable and uneasy, he wrote down your initial reaction upon entrance and hummed. “So, I see that you’re feeling a bit nervous? Is this your first time going to therapy?” He assumed, watching you subconsciously bite on your bottom lip and fiddle around with your fingers. “No.” You shook your head.

“I’ve went to therapy before, it’s just they never worked out for me. I didn’t like my therapist, so I just stopped for a few months because I.. I was just scared to try it again.” You explained. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes, they were so mesmerizing, so.. relaxing? “So you came here because you wanted a rebuttal at it?” He interrupted. You nodded, watching him write down the words you’ve just said. “Well, I am glad you’re giving therapy a shot. My name is Dr. Kento Nanami, but feel free to address me however you’d prefer.” He chuckled dryly, trying to lighten up the mood. “Let’s start off with some questions, shall we? I want to get to know you.” He said warmly.

“To begin, what do you expect from our therapy sessions? For example, you expect to experience this, or you expect to feel this after a session.” Nanami spoke in a soft and polite manner, making you feel at ease. “Uhm, I expect to feel better, I guess?” Your breathing came out roughly, your hands rubbing on your knees. “Better? How so?” He questioned

“Better as in, I expect to feel more aware of my feelings and learn how to control them. I have a rough time with doing that because I tend to let my emotions get the best of me.” You spilled out your thoughts for a moment, not intending to. “Hm, interesting.” He marked down in the clipboard. “Well, what do you mean by letting your emotions get the best of you? Can I get an example.” He tilted his head ever so slightly. He was so interested in you, as he is with his other clients but you were different, he didn’t know how. The warm and comforting smile never leaving his face as he watches you speak. You were slowly getting more comfortable in the environment, which is a great sight to see from Nanami.

“Well, I was having an argument with my mom this one time and it got pretty heated. I wasn’t that mad at her but in the moment things got so intense so I just yelled at her and accidentally smashed her vase.” Your eyes filled with guilt, looking down at your hands on your knees. “It was a vase that my grandmother, her mom, gave her to her. Unfortunately she isn’t here anymore.. and it won’t be the same if I buy a new one.” Your vision began to cloud up, you swiftly wiped your tears before they fell. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Nanami’s smile dropped, his heart aching for you.

Nanami passed you the tissue box, you shook your head. “I’m fine.” You reassured, but both of you knew that you weren’t. “She got mad at me for about a couple months, we don’t really talk like that anymore. I just feel really bad about it. When I let my emotions get the best of me, I tend to do things out of my character, then that’s when I mess up.” You frowned, your heart thumping with anxiety as you continue to confess.

“I’ve lost friends, I’ve lost relationships with people I love all because I couldn’t control my emotions. I sit in my room and think if I’m just a bad person and I’m trying to change but I feel so alone and weak.” You finally let the tears run down your cheeks, wiping them with the wrist of your hand. “Sorry.” You apologized, you sniffed away some snot that probably wasn’t gonna run down your nose. “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I actually applaud you for telling me this, you’re taking baby steps which is a great step in the right direction.” He comforted. Nanami watched you nod at yourself but you still didn’t look proud. “I don’t think you’re a bad person, I don’t like that type of wording. You seem like a wonderful woman to be around.” Nanami’s smiled appeared once more.

“Thanks.” You felt your lips quiver into a smile for a second. You’ve been told this by many people before, but it honestly never felt genuine. Somehow and someway hearing it from him, from Kento, made you feel more confident on the inside. He seemed genuine. “I like that smile, y’know.” He saw a sparkle in your eyes he wanted to see more often. You shyly looked away. “Um, can I lay down?” You asked. Nanami nodded, “Of course. Do whatever makes you comfortable. This is a safe space.” He reminded. You lied down on the couch, pressing your back against the pillows and moving the others to rest your legs on the armrest carefully.

“Let’s move on, shall we?”

It’s been a good half a year after that first session. Each week you came back to see Nanami, and each session made you feel more and more comfortable in talking to him about your issues with work, school and just life. You couldn’t help but feel stomach churns when you’re near him. Recently you’d just gotten his number so you can talk to him after-hours about things.. professional of course.

You’d wake up early, already to see a text awaiting for you. “Good morning, hope your day turns out great! Can’t wait to see you for our session, much love, Nanami.” Much love. Much love. You felt like you were going crazy about this man. It was cutting into your work life. Every second, you would check your phone to see if he would text you knowing well he was at work, with other clients. The thought of seeing him talking to people besides you made you itch in your skin.

Your boss had told you multiple times to get off your phone when you’re on the clock, but you couldn’t help it. You know his break time, the time he starts work and the time it ends. It was getting to be an unhealthy obsession. You came home after a long day at work, plopping onto your bed. Your hands crossed over your chest, staring into the ceiling fan that was circulating around. “Do I like him?” You wondered. No, you shouldn’t. He was strictly your therapist, what a weird power dynamic. But he would always reach out to you after sessions, he even told you that you’re the only client he gave his number to! For fucks sake, he called you a client! Your hands reached your face, you began groaning loudly at your dilemma. You definitely like him.

But there was no way you could tell him that, everything would get awkward and you hated it. You didn’t want to switch to another therapist because you just so happened to like your current one. But you can’t leave Nanami alone. You want to be with him, you want him to call you a beautiful girl, a wonderful girl, you wanted his praise. It was like the only thing that mattered to you. You loved how genuine he was, he told you no lies and you loved that most about him. Nanami was perfect, so well kept, so professional, he had a PhD in psychology! He was so smart! There you are working an office job, never getting time to yourself. You didn’t know what to do with your life.

You knew this feeling was probably gonna wash away after a week or two. You were wrong, after each session the attraction and desire for him got stronger. The way he smiled at you was so captivating. His hair so neat, his golden watch glistening, his skin so soft and perfect. It could make a grown man cry from how beautiful he was. You knew deep in your heart, you had a deep desire and love for Kento Nanami, you couldn’t hide it anymore.

During one of your sessions, you began talking to him how overwhelming the workload and frustration. You were lied down on the couch, tears streaming down your cheeks. “My boss just expects so much more from me now, and I know I have been slacking but he’s giving me extra work to seem like if I don’t do it he has a reason to fire me.” You vented, squeezing a stress ball that he gave you. “Breathe..” Nanami reminded.

You took a deep breath, turning your head away. “Why have you been slacking, you’ve been telling me that work has been going well, suddenly you’ve been getting distracted? Can we talk about that?” He carefully asked, you were in such an emotional state he wanted to pick his words wisely. Nanami watched you chew your bottom lip, your fat tears streaming down your face onto your neck. He took a moment of silence for you.

“You’re gonna be weirded out, I can’t.” You shook your head. Nanami only smiled, “What? Impossible. I could never be weirded out by you.” Usually his words would reassure you, but this time it didn’t. No amount of comforting or soothing he can do could make you feel less guilty. You wanted this feeling to go away but you can’t, you wanted— no, you needed him. “Talk to me, I promise nothing you say or do will make me feel weirded out like you’re saying.” He continued to speak, his concern started to peak.

“Nanami,” you turned your head to him, you began to subconsciously squeeze the stress ball harder. “I.. you know how we’ve been texting a lot after sessions, and I’ve been trying to see what times you text me back, what you’re trying to text me..” Nanami chuckled, “You think I’m gonna be weirded out because you like to text back at my—” “Nanami, I think I’m inlove you.” The room went silent, no words could be spoken in that moment. Nanami’s breath hitched, it was like an eye-opener. There was no deny that he definitely had feelings for you as well, but he couldn’t say that, not in here.

“Are you..” he hummed, looking down at his clipboard. “Okay, well. Let’s..-” “I don’t wanna talk about it right now, can we just switch topics, please?” You interrupted, Nanami nodded. “As you wish..” he said lowly, guilt filling your eyes even more. It pained him to see you in that state, but it pained you even more to think you’ve went days thinking about him and practically losing your mind.

Later that night, you were curled in your bed, blankets over you as you closed your curtains and blocked any type of light. Your phone suddenly buzzed, turning over and picking your phone from the night stand. Your eyes squinted, it was a text from Nanami. “Hello, I know you were pretty upset about our session today, I’m sorry for unsatisfactory communication between us. I’d like to know if I can come over and talk things with you. I’d hate to see you upset. With everything going on, you don’t have to reply. Sweet dreams, Nanami.” You quickly replied back, telling him that he can come over and briskly gave him your address.

You got out of bed and rubbed your eyes, you took off your bonnet and tossed it somewhere, opening your curtains and trying your best to make everything look in tip-top shape. You got a text from him saying that he was outside, you sprinted and opened the door. You wiped your eyes, taking deep breathes before opening the door slowly. A small smile appeared on your face. “Nanami…” you said lowly. He smiled back, waving. “Hey listen, I’m sorry I acted so weird during our session today, I just so overwhelmed and.. I’m just really sorry, so much.. going on.” You allowed him in, and he only shook his head.

“It’s alright, I can understand. I’m sorry for such a short notice, I just wanted to talk to you.” He calmly spoke. You observed that he was still in his uniform but he had no blazer. His body so well-built and damn, he was tall. “Yeah, totally.. uhm,” you nodded, trying to maintain your cool as you glanced around. “Uh, would you like any water? Tea?” You offered, but he only kindly shook his head. “No, thank you. I don’t plan to stay long.” You felt your mouth get dry, gulping down your saliva. “Alright, well.. we can sit on the couch, my room is a bit messy.” You chuckled sheepishly.

You both made it to the couch and you sat down next to him. You watched Nanami sit down, a soft groan escaped his lips, he pushed his hair back to return it back to its slick and neat appearance. “Nanami.. before you talk I just wanted to apologize for telling you I’m in love with you. I shouldn’t have said that, at all. I put you in such an uncomfortable position and I didn’t even consider thinking if you were married or taken by someone.” You took a saddening moment to breathe. “It’s alright. ‘Cause I’m in love with you too.” You felt your body freeze, you raised a brow.

You began to laugh awkwardly, “Joking, right?” Nanami wasn’t smiling, he didn’t look like he had a joke planned for you. “Are you serious? I- I don’t know what to say.” Your heart began to pump faster than you can think. “You don’t have to say anything,” he reassured, he got closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Can I.. kiss you?” He asked. Without any hesitation you nodded your head, “Yes!— I- I mean, yeah, of course.” Nanami lightly chuckled, he put his hand on your cheek, a thumb grazing your bottom lip. He admired your soft lips, he moved his thumb and pressed his lips on yours. You’ve been waiting for this moment, for months.

“Nanami..” you tried to speak, “Hush, please.” He silenced you. “I want you to enjoy this, I want you to relax.” He hummed. He pulled you on his lap, continuing to kiss you. You put your hands on his shoulders, the kiss becoming intense. “So beautiful,” he whispered, sliding his hand up your shirt, caressing your back. His lips kissing into your neck, hearing your sweet moans. He swore he could feel his slacks get tighter from him getting so hard from this.

Nanami slid your shirt off, revealing your glowy and supple skin. He couldn’t help but stare. You still in your pants with only a bra on now, you were such a sight for sore eyes. “Tell me when things get too fast. Alright, dear?” The cute pet name made you shudder, “Mhm.” You hummed. “I love you.” He looked at you, watching tears swell up. He knew this wasn’t professional, hell he shouldn’t even have been at your place. But, he couldn’t help himself. He’s gotten so close to you it’s like he couldn’t imagine a world without you in it. He loves you and he doesn’t think his job will even get in the way.

He knew this was wrong, his mind fogged with questions on how he got to this point with a mere client. He didn’t know why he was saying “I love you” to a client. He didn’t know why he wanted you. He didn’t know why he wanted to hold you, kiss you, be by your side. He didn’t understand himself, but all he knew was that he wanted more. “I love you too, Ken.” You spoke back. He pressed his face against your shoulder.

Sucking and kissing on your neck. Leaving a light purple mark that definitely will be able to show. He was so obsessed with your body. It was so soft, so sweet and rich. He had used his free hand and tried adjusting himself in his slacks. “Shit.” He cursed underneath his breath. “I need you..” he muttered. “Can I fuck you, please?” You were so taken aback by his politeness even though you were already half naked. “Nanami, you’re already stripping me.” You prompted. “I know, my love, it’s just.. I need to make sure you’re okay with this.” Nanami felt nervous and he usually wasn’t anxious about anything. The thought of him pumping his dick so roughly in your pussy made his dick twitch from his pants. He wanted this, so why was he scared?

“I am, I’m fine.” You assured. Nanami took a breath before sliding off your pants off, now you were in just your bra and underwear. He felt his heart racing as he slid your underwear down, he could see how damp the fabric was. He bit his bottom lip, moving his thick middle finger inside of your tight, wet pussy. You immediately clenched, gasping and slapping a hand over your mouth. “No— fuck.. are you okay?” He asked, his finger being trapped inside you. “Yes.. it’s just, your finger is just.. Give me a minute.” He nodded, letting you to adjust to his big finger. While he waited for the green light, he took your hand off your mouth. “I wanna hear you, your noises.. they are nice to listen.” Nanami expressed which made you flustered.

He instead held your hand, using his finger to pump you in and out. “Does that feel good?” He whispered, your back arching as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Ah- fuck..” you moaned. You gripped his hand tighter, trying to keep your composure. “F-feels so good..” you managed to spill out, your hips subconsciously bucking up as his finger slid deep inside you. The sounds of your juices gushing along his finger. He was knuckle-deep inside you, watching you break down over just one finger.

He thought that you were ready then slid his middle finger out. Before you could speak, he put in both his middle and ring finger. You clenched tightly around his fingers, your clit throbbing with sensation. “Oh- fuck! Kento..” you whined out. “Is it too much for you, sweetheart?” He asked. You simply shook your head, “No, I can take it..” you tried to say smoothly but your back arched, letting out a deep moan. “I’d hope so.” He muttered. You felt Nanami thrust his fingers into you deeper, you were on the brink of losing it all.

His thumb grazing over your clit and gently rubbing it. You dug your nails into the knuckles of his hands. Your other hand gripping his shoulders with your face curling up in pleasure. “Are you about to cum for me?” Nanami spoke. His deep voice sending thrilling chills through your body, “Mhm..” with your hum he pulled his fingers out of you.

“W-what? Why’d you do that?” You whined, the fullness that lingered left you. “Not yet, I want to put it inside..” he unbuckled his belt and zipped down his slacks, sliding his boxers along with it. You glanced down at his dick, gasping in shock. He raised a brow, “Is there something wrong?” He asked. You shook your head, “No- it’s- I’m sorry, I was just shocked I guess.” Nanami felt a twinge of embarrassment.

“I’m gonna put it in, alright?” He placed both hands on your hips. You cringed from the wet fingers attached onto you. One hand gliding his pink, fat tip that was wet with pre-cum along your wet pussy. He let out a throaty groan as he shoved his dick inside, his face scrunching up with desire. He heard your sweet moans leave your mouth, giving him no time to adjust before clenching around him. “Please, y- you’re gonna make me cum, don’t clench like that.” He grunted, “M’sorry, I can’t help it..” You apologized, “It’s okay, sweetheart. Jus’ take it,” he looked up at you, his hands easing to your waist. Nanami was too focused on wanting you to cum all over him, he didn’t ask if he could move. He began to thrust in and out of your sloppy pussy.

“N- Nanami, fuck, s’good.” Your words began to slur, your lips connecting to his to distract you from the increasingly rough and deep strokes. He kissed you back, moving his tongue in your mouth and swirling your tongues around. “Feels good, sweetheart?” He whispered against your lips. Your ass slapped against his thighs, your wetness smothering over his shaft and balls. You hummed, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Mhm, yeah.. s’deep.” Your moans couldn’t be stopped, your jaw dropping leaving your mouth wide open.

Your fingers rose up to his undercut, biting your lip as Nanami squeezes your ass. His thrust began to falter, the way your moans were clear in his ears made his dick twitch. Nanami grunted, it was getting hard and harder for him to concentrate. He meant to pull out but he was so drunk off your pussy it slipped his mind.

He slipped out of you and panted. He laid you on the couch on all fours, even though you could barely stand up on your own. Without any thought, he shoved his dick back inside you, groaning with pleasure as his hand grip your ass, fucking you roughly on your couch. “K- Kento, slow… slower please.” But Nanami didn’t listen, he unclasped your bra, pushing the straps off your shoulders. “Sweetheart, your pussy,” he moaned, his lips your ear as he played with your nipples. His chest against your back as he went faster and harder. “I love it so much, f- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so quick.”

You subconsciously clenched around him, your nails digging into the armrest. You felt your eyes roll back into your head, your ass slapping against his waist, your boobs jiggling each thrust. “Ken.. M’gunna cum..” you warned, but he didn’t care. “Cum, sweetheart. Please, I need it so much.” Nanami swore he going crazy, his dick twitching as he kissed on your shoulder- the exact same spot he left the hickey. You took a hand and rubbed your throbbing and aching clit, putting your head down as you moaned. Nanami hid his face in the crook of your neck, pumping himself roughly into you, trying to make you cum. The euphoric feeling washed over you, soaking Nanami’s dick with your sweet juices. “Kennnn..” you whine. Nanami felt you shake underneath him, he was restricting himself so much he couldn’t help it anymore. He pushed your head down, firmly gripping your hair.

“Shh, please, take it, I’m almost there..” your muffled moans filled the couch, your legs tensing up as you soon felt a warm sensation in your stomach. The sounds of Nanami’s cum gushing into your womb made you whine. It filled you up so much, curling your toes in pleasure. Even after a minute he was still going, so much cum filling you, you were bound to get pregnant.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I couldn’t..” he panted, taking his hand off your hair and wrapping his hands around your waist. He still was deep inside you, not daring to move a singular muscles. He planted soft kisses on your neck.

“I love you, even if it’s wrong..”

made by, tropicalszns, please do not copy, steal or repost my work without permission

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the-moon-files · 7 months ago

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So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

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idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

#lu x reader #linked universe x reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe reader #lu x gender neutral reader #linked universe gn reader #gn reader #gn reader imagines #moon asks #tags are so hard #send good vibes u guys surgery is scary #ive acc been awake the last time i got a tooth extracted which is why this is extra weird for me #also i got it late in life im 23 lmao #uknow maybe u flirting w/the boys would automatically up their game so then they start getting better at beatin u at it lmao #omfg can u imagine tho #medieval looking wars that usually speaks shakespeare level flirts just says now #'so if i offered u enough shiny trinkets- would u be interesting in dating me?'#lmao

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amomentsescape · 5 months ago

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hello! may i please request a hurt to comfort oneshot of Victor meeting the reader for the first time? he's just out on the town post-job, getting a milkshake or smth and sees reader in a really nice, pretty outfit crying quietly alone on a bench. for whatever reason, he goes up to them and asks why they're crying and they explain that it's their first birthday party ever and all their friends cancelled/ghosted on them.

i'm in a similar situation where i'm about to have my first birthday party ever and i'm really nervous that something is gonna happen. every other time i've tried, something comes up and people either cancel on me or just ghost me complately :,)

Birthday Wishes

Victor Zsasz x Reader

Summary: Victor finds Reader alone on their birthday.

Warnings: Reader being called "pretty," mentions of bad friends

Word Count: 1,018

A/N: Happy, happy birthday <3 I wish you the best day and hope that things were different this time. P.S. I wrote this in a sleep deprived stupor, so I hope this all came out to your liking still :)

Victor literally never catches a break. And honestly, he liked it that way.

He's spent so much of his life "working" that he doesn't know what to do with himself when he's not assigned a hit. And this is clearly why he found himself walking the busy streets of Gotham with a half melted vanilla shake in his hand.

Isn't this what the normal people do when they're off work? Not that Victor has ever been normal, but he is currently trying to find any way to keep his mind off of the fact that he isn't working.

Honestly, not having someone to kill was more stressful than the opposite. If he's not killing, then what's his purpose?

He looked down at the sad shake in his hand and let out a sigh, feeling conflicted on what to do.

His mind raced with thoughts on tomorrow when he would finally be back to his calling, stalking along the roofs of the tallest buildings with the prettiest views.

He tossed his shake into a nearby trashcan and continued to walk, ignoring the odd glances from those he passed along the street.

Victor kept up his pace and barely noticed how the crowd was beginning to thin out.

The quieter environment was welcomed, but this moment of peace was quickly shaken to the sound of pitiful cries coming from around the corner.

He would have normally relished in this sound, but something about the sobs and sniffles triggered an unfamiliar feeling in Victor's chest: worry.

He poked his head around the corner and saw you curled up on a bench, your face shoved in your hands.

He was quick to notice your elaborate outfit, immediately wondering if this was some type of date gone wrong. But he was quick to shake that thought away. You were much too pretty to have been stood up. At least, that's what he thought. Hell knows he wouldn't have stood someone like you up, hitman or not.

He hesitated for a moment, debating whether talking to you would be a good idea. He wasn't exactly a warm and welcoming sort of person to most, and the last thing he wanted to do was worsen the state you were already in. But at the same time, who cared? He was likely never going to see you again anyways unless your gorgeous self showed up on tomorrow's hit list.

He approached you, his heavy footsteps enough to quiet your crying, your head carefully rising to see who was near.

And the moment his eyes saw yours, he knew he had been right; you were very pretty, and he could almost immediately feel his usual confidence waver ever so slightly at the confirmation.

"What seems to be the matter?" he asked softly, not wanting to startle you.

And to his surprise, you casually rolled your eyes, not even slightly uncomfortable by his looks or presence.

"It's stupid," your voice broke.

You grimaced at how hoarse you sounded, looking away from his gaze quickly.

"I wouldn't consider this stupid," he quickly responded.

He nodded his head to the empty space beside you. You scooted over a bit and allowed him to sit despite still being a stranger to you.

Victor just sat there and watched you for a bit. He was silently hoping you would eventually open up to what was going on. But of course, he wasn't one to pry. In fact, he wasn't one to even engage in a situation like this to begin with.

In a city like Gotham, you were obviously not the first person he came across crying by themselves. But you were certainly the first person to catch his attention.

Finally, with a shaky breath, you spoke up.

"My friends..." you scoffed at yourself. "I can't even call them that anymore. What kind of friends aren't there for your own birthday?" you sniffled.

The realization dawned on him as he took in your words. Well this was even more upsetting of a situation than he had originally planned.

"They canceled?" he asked.

You let out a dry laugh. "Some did. Others weren't even kind enough to send me a text saying they couldn't make it."

You shook your head as you stared into your lap.

"You know, I spent every year of my life not celebrating my birthday because I was scared of this exact thing happening. And of course, the one time I felt confident enough to do it, my nightmare became real. Is there something wrong with me?"

The moment the words left your mouth, your eyes widened, shifting up immediately to meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn’t be spewing my trauma on a stranger."

You could already feel your eyes burning with tears again, the sensation making you angry. It was one thing to be pathetically crying on a random bench out in the open, but it was an entirely different thing to be doing this in front of some handsome man.

"Victor," his voice broke you from your thoughts.

You looked back up at him.

"What?"

You were surprised to see him smile softly at you.

"My name is Victor. So now we're not strangers, hmm?"

His smile was contagious as you found your body relaxing at his friendliness.

"(Y/N)," you finally responded after a moment.

"Well, happy birthday, (Y/N)."

Victor began to stand at this, a feeling of disappointment weighing in your chest.

You assumed he was leaving until he paused and looked down at you, his hand reaching out.

"Shall we?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "What-"

"It's your birthday. About time you finally got to celebrate it, hmm?"

A smile broke out on your face as you took his hand, following him away from that lonely bench.

This may not have been how you planned the day going originally, but there was no way you were going to argue with it. If you would have known some handsome man was going to show up and sweep you off your feet, you would have happily cut your "friends" off a lot sooner.

#victor zsasz fluff #gotham victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz #gotham fandom #gotham x reader #gotham #gotham city

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page-yerin · 7 months ago

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hello!

do you think you can do enemies to lovers head cannons for jake? i love him sm 😭😭 ty!

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

genre(s): fluff, enemies to lovers, angst (if you squint)

pairing: sim jaeyun x reader

trigger warnings: profanity, pet names

a/n: anon, are you stalking me?? i was actually going to make smth like this before you requested it- HOW’D YOU KNOW??

ahem, anyways, hope you enjoy!

p.s. JAKEY IS SAUR CUTEESJAJA

p.p.s. for the quotes, bold is jake and regular is you + ‘—‘ in italics is thoughts

☆ i feel like you guys would tease each other a lot— i think jake would definitely be a flirty ass tease

☆ “stop calling me that.” “what, love?” “that.”

☆ he is such a(n adorable) menace

☆ he secretly enjoys seeing you get all worked up from his flirt- i mean teasing (which is kind of the main reason why he does it)

☆ “you want to kiss me sooo baaad” “i’d rather kiss the floor”

☆ the members are so tired and done just waiting for you two to kiss

☆ one time you and the members all went on a hiking trip, but they really just set you up and left you with jake

☆ “if you don’t care, why are you holding my hand??” “so i can drag you down with me if we fall from this cliff.”

☆ always gives you that adorable grin with his puppy eyes whenever he has the last word, leaving you to glare because you hate that you love it (as in the grin)

☆ and then that incident happened. you kissed him (on accident apparently).

☆ you and jake were having your daily bickering and teasing, until you started getting annoyed and kissed him to shut him up

☆ jake literally started malfunctioning for a few seconds and both of you were processing what you just did

☆ “.. why did you do that?” “.. why did you kiss back?” “i didn’t.” “..you did.”

☆ then it was just this really awkward silence so you decided to run off out of embarrassment and confusion

☆ ‘why did i like that??’

☆ you’d start ignoring and avoiding him at all costs and was scared that he now hates you more once you realized you liked him

☆ jake would get really upset by you until he one day just drags you away to somewhere with no people

☆ and then he would kiss you

☆ after you two start dating, your interactions would probably be the same but less harsh and more out of love<33

☆ he would be so clingy and WILL NOT let you go once you’re in his arms

☆ he is still a literal menace (would ruffle and mess up your hair, etc.)

☆ all in all, he would just be super teasing and annoying but you still love him

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lady-of-tearshed · 2 months ago

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ok…hear me out, a fic where cassian has a kid (prob adopted or smth) that’s nonverbal bc trauma or disability reasons, and it kinda wears on cass so one night he’s like talking to rhys about how his kid isn’t normal, and the kid went to get some water but overhears the whole thing - just angst to comfort

love your writing btw💗💗

Beautifully different

Pairing: Nessian & Their kids (Oc!Briana & Oc!Zion)

Summary: Cassian has a lot of pent-up frustration and worries about his son, Zion, who is diagnosed with selective mutism. He slips up in front of Zion, and now he has to apologize and make it better.

Word count: 1368 words

Warnings: Disabled child (selective mutism), angst, miscommunication, a bit of swearing, allusion to Nessian conceiving another child.

Dividers made by @tsunami-of-tears ❤️

“It’s called selective mutism,”

Cassian could still remember the confusion and worry that had set in his head the day Madja had announced the diagnosis of his son, Zion.

Cassian’s grip tightened around his mate’s shoulders, his jaw clenched with anger. “So he’s not talking on purpose?”

“No,” Madja’s voice had softly reassured him and Nesta, whom was crying against Cassian's chest. “No, it’s not how it works. It’s a rare childhood anxiety disorder. It’s the brain response to a trigger that makes Zion unable to speak in certain situations or around certain people,”

He remembered how it made his stomach twist with guilt, how the sight of his mate crying in his chest at the hard news had brought tears to his own eyes. But Madja’s comforting hand on his shoulder had calmed him down, grounded him. Her voice had enveloped his heavy heart and soothed his ache like a soft salve.

“It is not your fault, to any of you,” Her other hand gently rubbed circles on Nesta’s back, calming down her sobs with her reassuring words. “There are treatments to attempt to cure this, and things you could do to help Zion’s condition to go away,”

“We’ll try anything,”

Cassian was a bit late to pick up his kids from Feyre’s studio. Madja had deemed it helpful to sign up Zion on recreational activities with other children for him to interact with, so Cassian and his mate did. Of course, Briana, the perfect big sister that she was, had insisted that she absolutely needed to go too so she could hold Zion’s hand if he got too shy (but mostly because she absolutely adored her auntie Feyre, and she was overly excited to make some art with her.), so Cassian and Nesta had no choice but to agree. As if he would’ve ever denied anything to his little princess anyway…

The doorbell rang when Cassian pushed the door open.

“DADDY!”

The tiny bundle of curly hair wrapped in pink chiffon jumped into his arms, and Cassian caught her up in his arms before twirling her around. He bit her chubby cheeks playfully, making Briana’s melodic giggle to fill the room. “Hello sweetie, I suppose you had a great day?”

“The bestest day ever!”

Cassian huffed a laugh before putting her down on the floor slowly. He lifted his eyes and scanned the room, searching behind every canvas where the paint decorating them was still fresh and shining. Finally, his eyes landed on the one exposed on the easel exposed in the farthest corner of the room, where Zion sat, absentmindedly applying the same shade of blue all over the white canva.

Cassian had to hold back his cringe, and forced himself to not look at all the other kids' artworks and compare them to his son’s. Instead, he just caressed Briana’s hair. He crouched down to be face to face with her, and smiled.

“Hey, why don’t you go and play outside with your brother for a while? I need to talk with Auntie Feyre,” Briana opened her mouth to say something, but Cassian poked her nose and cut her off. “Alone.”

Briana sighed dramatically, pouting a little before taking her little brother’s hand and cheerfully dragged him along to the swings outside the studio.

Cassian waited until he was sure that both of his kids were outside, playing, and not paying attention to him, then he made his way inside the studio. His ears led him to where water was running, and leaned in the doorway to where Feyre was cleaning a shit ton of paint brushes. Sometimes, the warrior wondered how she dealt with such messes weakly, for fun.

A chuckle left his throat at the thought, and made Feyre’ face snap up from her task. A bright smile flashed over her red, blue, purple and yellow painted face. Feyre tried to wipe it away, noticing Cassian’s amusement glinting in his eyes, but her attempt very much failed, as it only resulted in spreading the paint all over her face even more.

“Are you here solely to make fun of me, or to actually pick up your kids?”

Cassian chuckled, scratching the back of his neck while a flush of embarrassment creeped up his cheeks. “Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit late to pick up the kids I know… I was…” He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the mental image of how busy him and Nesta had been. “Busy.”

“Busy making more of those little ones?”

Nosy woman.

“How has it been for them today?”

“They’ve been good. Briana has made some progress on her painting today…” Feyre frowned, hesitating. Then she shrugged, avoiding the topic. “They’ve been good.”

“And Zion?” Cassian pushed, moving closer to where Feyre was washing the paint brushes. “Has he… made any progress? Did he make any friends?”

Feyre left the brushes in the sink and wiped her hands on her apron. “Well, he tried a different shade of blue on his canva today… He didn’t participate actively in the group today but…” She bit her lip and placed a hand on Cassian’s shoulder, “Maybe it’s normal, perhaps that’s just how he is you know… Maybe he’s happy like this-”

“Well I am not. A child needs to have social interactions to develop, Feyre. He’s not normal,” Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel his face heat up, his breathing getting as heavy as the guilt resting on his soul. “Madja was wrong. That kid will never be normal. He’ll never be like the other kids,”

Anger bubbled up within him. How was his son not normal, when his daughter was? “Where the fuck did I mess up-”

A thud that came from the other room cut off Cassian. Both Feyre and his face snapped to the door, where a tiny wing peaked out.

Feyre’s face twitched and she patted Cassian on the shoulder. “I’ll wait outside with Briana… and I’ll make sure that the front door stays closed while you talk it out.”

Feyre quickly made her way out of the studio, cheeks red from the embarrassing situation. She carefully avoided eye contact with Zion’s heart-broken face.

Cassian only stayed in the middle of the supply room, staring at Zion’s tiny wing peeking out of the doorway. He sighed, and ran a hand over his face. “Zion…”

Zion hesitantly moved from his hiding spot and slowly dragged his feet in front of his father. His head was kept so low that Cassian couldn’t even see his eyes from where he stood. He kneeled in front of his boy, his warm palm coming to cup his cheek. His thumb brushed off some tears staining Zion’s cheek, but he still avoided his father’s eyes.

“I’m sorry I…”

Cassian’s throat tightened, cutting off any sounds when the silent room filled with Zion’s choked sobs. He brought his face to his chest, his own tears now falling on top of his son’s head. He held him tight against him, as if he was afraid that the boy’s heart would crumble if he’d let him go. “I’m sorry, Zion. So sorry…” Cassian whispered against the boy’s ear, his hand rubbing slow circles on his back.

Zion sniffled, his face now tilted up to look into his father’s eyes with so much sadness.

“I said horrible things, I’m sorry. Every kid is different, I know. I just…” His voice broke. Cassian looked up at the ceiling and inhaled deeply. He calmed his sobs down before taking control of his voice again. “I just want you to be happy, my son,” His eyes met Zion’s, the same shade of hazel eyes staring back at him. “But… I guess sometimes I need to remind myself that the definition of being happy for you isn’t the same as being happy for me,”

Zion nodded, his little hands coming to wipe away Cassian’s tears, the same way he did for him.

“Are you happy, Zion?” Cassian whispered, his face painted with concern.

“You make me happy.”

And these were the most words Cassian had heard from his son, but the most beautiful ones anyone had said to him in all of his immortal life span.

Acotar taglist: @mybestfriendmademe @lilah-asteria @acotar-lover

Cassian taglist: @ladybookstan

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cyberbabyangell · 3 months ago

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HELLO.

jst wanted to try out the biggest text sorry

lately ive been focusing on the void and waking up there every morning, because with school i cant rlly actively attempt to go there awake anymore. just during the weekends. so here's everything i do, not only void related but also jst shifting and manifesting wise.

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི goals : shift in seconds, enter the void every time i wake up, have the 3d bend to my will more easily

. ݁₊ ⊹ morning: i get ready for school, as painful as it is. this is when i like to remind myself of stuff the most, like how i shift in seconds and stuff. i usually have something in the background like a show or subliminals depending on how i feel. in the shower is where i start visualising my dr a lot. random thought but this is literally my last year of school in this reality and i swear im feeling smth 😭

. ݁₊ ⊹ school: on my way i daydream a lot. i daydream hours per day and its not rlly something i can control BUT i have been trying to lately, and have it 50/50 like daydreaming half the way and affirming the second half or daydreaming on the bus and affirming when i walk. during class, if the teachers allow it i put on calm songs that i'd put in the innerspace and visualise myself studying there. during launch i listen to stuff for the void :P whenever i find myself bored at school with a notebook laying around i write down my robotic affirmations.

. ݁₊ ⊹ afternoon: i put on void affirmations (no music) because i automatically repeat them when i hear them :D and i add a morphic field with that. its usually layered (field in one tab and affirmations in the other) but i also like to listen to the field after the affirmations. usually the field triggers physical symptoms like motion sickness, slight headache, shivers/goosebumps and stuff so i dont like listening to it more than 3 times. then i take a break and do whatever. at some point ill put on my void playlist and lay on my bed and affirm. if i finished school hyper early or its the weekend i do enter the void awake! but i like waking up in it better.

. ݁₊ ⊹ night: i put on a shifting reprogramming sub! to remind myself that i shift effortlessly and in seconds. at first id listen to any subliminal so i could give my subconscious the "choice" of either waking up in my dr or in the void, but i narrowed it to changing my shifting mindset while i focus on the void. i check the formula to make sure they dont include immediate shifts/waking up there 😾

. ݁₊ ⊹ manifestation: this is something i do throughout the day without much thought, its been a week and a half honestly and im already used to it. like, first of all every time someone pisses me off i try to not let it get to me and i instantly tell myself, "It's 3D stuff, it won't matter for too long." and since i talk to myself a lot about shifting, i have the occasion to persist! so to remind myself "Only my 4D matters, I'm already in the innerspace, I already shift whenever i want" blablabla. i also have a vision board

the stuff i listen to!!

youtube

these two usually once or twice a day! ↑

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this ↑ playlist contains classic void subliminals, a void morphic field and a self-hypnosis! ive been doing the self hypnosis for 5 days now :3 its what i listen to when i lay down and affirm.

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youtube

↑ this is what i listen to at night, with a morphic field :D usually the same one as above lol.

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↑ these are all manifestation subs, i used to listen to them but i dont wanna overload my subconscious :3 and also i dont need them anymore because i keep manifesting naturally 🫶 i jst dont gatekeep ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩

" what works for me may not work for you, but that doesn't mean you can't explore! and listen to your gut! "

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ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks · 13 days ago

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So I had an idee for a cute Eddie x reader ff, and I had to write it, so I'm sorry the requests haven't really been doing it for me. But I promise I'll do my best to write and post those next♡ I just really, really needed to write this. This will also be a series in the future. Less likely to be spicy I think I'll keep this one wholesome 🦦

Reader is described as feminine. But if you want just imagine something different, like different clothes etc. Ummm basically strangers to friends to enemies to friends.

Y/n used a few times and will be used in the next parts as well.

More to come. There's some slight angst but mostly it's quite cute. Also some inappropriate thinking and actions of side characters. But nothing to triggering.

Lab Partners.

Experiment: crush or love?

Coming to Hawkins was weird.

You weren't only a very unique person, but your style differed from most people.

Not only that, you weren't a rude person, not a popular girl or smth like that.

Both nice or rude when you thought was fitting, first approach was always nice and gentle. If someone didn't deserve it you made all hell break lose.

Walking into high school was weird.

Glances from the shadows, the quiet kids hoping you'd be taking their place as a punching bag.

Jocks and other group of guys, showing zero shame checking you out.

Wearing a low waist pair of jeans, a slightly cropped, long sleeve shirt. Your hair styled the way you enjoyed. Not the type to go for those trends like the perm.

Walking past a group of metal heads who punched eachothers arms when you skilled gently. Typical honestly. Cute but basic.

Making your way to the head teachers office, who by the way, was a friend of your parents, much to your dismay cause he'd give you 'special attention' for the next year.

Huffing in exhaustion when you left his office with your schedule, locker number and all the shit you needed to survive around here.

"Old freak.." you mumbled as you looked for your locker.

Lost. Honestly so lost. How could a locker be so hard to find? Yeah well apparently these lockers had no numbers on them.

"Greattt" you say staring at the lockers on the wall.

"Where the hell is number 69....seriously he gave me 69? Out of all the lockers he gives me the one locker that will give me more unwanted attention?" You grumble as you walk down the hall, decided to leave the locker for later and to try to find your first class. Fucking science...

A groan left you when you walked straight into the wrong hallway.

"Oh come on!" You loudly exclaim turning to walk the other way to come face to face with some curly headed guy. Shit was he hot?

"Uhm....you new huh?" He asked. Did his voice have a rasp?

"Uh yeah can't find science class....or my locker..or the girls toilets to escape through the window." You say. Soon feeling embarrassed about the words you let out. You could've flirted but noooo.

"Mh well I'm headed for science....maybe I can help you with the locker problem..but the girls- well the toilets Don't got windows..so your great escape won't happen" he said playing with a strand of hair, his arms slightly folded over his chest as he stared and started to tug at his bottom lip after dropping the hair....gosh..

"Thanks" you say as he walks ahead. You follow silently. Seriously you couldn't get the guts you usually had to ask him questions? Not even his name.

You sigh as you step into the class he fond a seat as did you seated at the free tables. Next to you was an empty chair. Which would probably stay empty.

You could hear the whispers and whistles when you sat down. The teacher came in, a women. Cool.

"Hello Class I'm Miss Newcas. I'm your science teacher for the year. First I'd like to ask you all to find a lab partner for today's lesson!"

Great, great fucking great. You probably won't find a lab mate. All people started to bustle around. You thought no one would wanna sit with you the way they seemed to do with the cute guy...but the jocks started to shove eachother trying to get the seat next to you. Right. See how easy the new girl is and who gets her first. Great.

At that thought you grab your bag and books and make your way to the curly heads table, casually sitting down next to him the entire class falling silent.

You could feel him stare at you as you placed your books down, zipping your bag up to grab your pencil case.

You sat back up straight, turning to him finally smiling brightly.

"Ohh right the names Y/n" with a gentle smile and a little tug of hair behind your ear he introduced himself back faintly and quietly.

"Eddie.."

"Mh nice to get to be your lab partner today Eddie"

A few hushed whispers about how being around him would be your doom reached your ears but you didn't care.

Miss Newcas was busy writing something down.

"Okay, so I know some of you didn't get to partner with who you wanted to. And I lied. Your Lab mate will stay your lab mate for the rest of the year. And before you try to change seats or something I'll have you know I wrote down your names and who you're seated with..oh new girl I need your name."

She said gently, she was sweet but you just knew she could be a pain. Or so the rest of the students here felt like that about her.

"It's Y/n" you almost grew anxious when a guy moaned your name. Obviously the people here, well the boys, were the same as in every school.

"Okay. Nice to meet you! I hope you find yourself to enjoy coming to school here."

"Thanks." Not wanting to engage to much with her knowing it would make you the teachers pet right away. First day, no need for that.

When Miss Newcas vanished for a second you felt a gentle nudge from your lab mate.

"You really shouldn't be my lab Partner..trust me, no good comes from it"

"Why?"

"I'm not called Eddie the freak for nothing."

"Ohhh so people like to pick on you? Okay so what does that have to do with me wanting to be your lab partner? You've been nice to me right away."

"That's not-"

"Hey Y/n!" One of the jocks called from the back.

"If you want a good time The Freak ain't the one to go to!" You smiled sweetly at him as you turn to look at the guy.

"Oh yeah? I'm already having a better time talking to him than I do with you after just one sentence. I feel rather disgusted by your voice!" You say all cheery which gains a lot of surprised gasps and also some giggles from the rest of the class. It wasn't usual for someone to stand up or straight up reject and humble one of the popular people.

"Frankly 'the freak' turns out to be nicer than you even though I only talked so little to him.

I suppose you really are who you hang out with"

With that you turn back to Eddie, about to ask him more about him but a metal plate with a frog is placed infront of you. Which makes you tense..you thought this shit was only for the younger kids to do?

"So today you'll be dissecting a frog and then you and your lab partner will write down the words on the lines. Like where's the heart and all. We're gonna do this so I see what level you're on."

You take a deep breath as you started to bounce your right leg. Nervous, the teacher started to hand out the scalpels. One per table..and she gave it to you.

"The person I handed the scalpel to has to be the one to open the frog. The other one then gets to find the organs and say where each is. The one who cut the frog will write down the words on the lines. "

Your hand tremble as you looked at the frog, you're not made for this shit! You didn't care about gore in movies..but this shit. Nuh uh.

"You okay?" Eddie asked gently looking at you playing with the pick around his neck.

"Yeah..just this goes against what I believe in-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry that was a lie I'm just..I can't do this"

You could hear the teacher say the directions on how to place the scalpel and how deep to cut. Also told a lot of students to use the gloves that she handed out for a reason.

You placed the scalpel down grabbing the gloves and pulling them on. Stretching your fingers before picking up the blade again. Breathing coming to a stop as you held it over the frog.

"I can't...fuck.."

You flinch when his right hand wraps itself around yours. Your head whips to look at Eddie who gently looks at you.

"Close your eyes..keep them closed till I tell you to open them" usually you found it hard to trust but for some reason, you trusted this stranger. You imidiatly closed your eyes, turning your head slightly. A jolt of disgust coursing through you when you felt the skin first create a feeling of a certain resistance making it awfully aware that the blade was pushing into skin, a surface keeping it away from the guts before it suddenly penetrated the frog. Pushing in and slicing down. Shit was it off putting.

"Okay" he gently said letting go of your hand when he placed it back on the table.

You drop the scalpel onto the plate, taking off the gloves, wiping the sweat on your jeans before you grab the pencil and just stare at the paper.

"Okay so um, line one is the lungs..line two the heart" scribbling down what he said not even glancing at the frog. Glad Eddie didn't mind it. He even went and covered the frog with paper towels after the paper had all the required words on the right lines.

Surprised to know that all the words found the right lines. I mean no offense you expected him not to get them all right.

When the bell finally rang you grabbed your stuff, Eddie waited.

"You don't need to wait for me"

"Need to show you your locker sweets"

"Right!"

Sweets...the hell did that make you feel your heart throb. Surely, he was attractive but you wouldn't start crushing..right?

He leads you to your locker after the snort he let out when you gave him the number.

Which had you call him childish. But really it made it a bit more bearable to be new here. A first friend, on the first day.

Just as he was bout to 'leave you to it' you couldn't help yourself.

"Hey um..would you like to go see a movie this weekend? Like uh as a thanks for whatever that was"

"Oh, nah don't worry you don't got to thank me"

Ouch, you felt your smile drop slightly, this felt a lot like imidiate rejection.

"Oh okay..well I'll see you around then" smiling a little brighter again before turning to head to English class. You were just grateful he explained how to find your way around school. You couldn't possibly manage the awkward silence of him leading you to class after he shut you down.

When Eddie realized how that must have sounded like he turned to call after you but you had already vanished down the hall.

"Way to screw things over with a cute girl.." he mumbled before finding his own class.

The rest of the day was fine. Turns out both you and Eddie had history together as well as ethics. Which was nice. Also a bit weird because you tried to avoid him which made those classes a bit uncomfortable.

Let's just say you got to know new people, you befriended a girl named Chrissy, who first you were scared might be mean given she's a cheerleader. But you found yourself to be wrong after she stood up for you to one of the other cheerleaders.

One thing leed to another. Here you were conversing with the popular kids. Hanging with Chrissy and her boyfriend and friends in lunch, totally not fitting in but also quiet at peace at the table with them.

Well before Eddie said something over the entire cafeteria that stuck to you.

"Or the popular guys, betting who gets to screw the new girl first!"

You didn't expect that from him..I mean yeah you kinda ignored him outside of classes and found a new crowd..but that really hurt.

The moment those words echoed over the cafeteria you tensed, Jason screamed back telling him to fuck off. But you just got up and walked out of the cafeteria, Chrissy called after you but you really couldn't care right now.

The week finally ended and the weekend started, Chrissy called you up asking you to come to the mall with her which you gladly accepted. You needed some therapy shopping.

Surprised when she told you she didn't want to go with any of her other friends because they seemed judging even around her. The entire 8 hours the both of you spent laughing and whispering about boys,went by fast. She learned you thought Eddie was cute, but that you grew sad when he called that thing the other day.

Which turns out she was also surprised by saying that wasn't his style.

The day ended with the both of you getting ice cream before she dropped you off at home. Now another day till Monday.

Till science class..till Eddie Munson.

Trying to push away the feeling of betrayal as you wash the new clothes. And put away the new cds.

You ended up doing your homework, your window open as Mötley Crüe blasted through your room. (As you noticed. I like this band lmao, so now, you do too)

You hung up the new clothes to dry a fee hours later. Grabbing the new, red dress that was thigh long, and had an extra layer of mesh on top that had light lacy like details. It was pretty. It also looked great on you, Chrissy loudly swooned when you left the changing room to show it to her. Honestly it made you blush. You weren't particularly used to supportive friends.

You found sleep harder than usual when the morning showed through your blinds you found yourself wanting to call Chrissy and to hang out. But you also didn't want to seem clingy so you set your phone back down. Hours later she actually called first asking to get some cafe cause she had a bad fight with her mother.

You obviously didn't say no, so now you both sat in a cute and cozy Café talking about what happened. Chrissy kept apologizing for bothering you but you insisted you were happy she trusted you with it.

When you returned home from the hours of talking and the last conversation about you both not knowing what to wear to school which resulted in her insisting for you to wear your new dress and that she'd wear the green one that she got.

Not really matching but she wanted you to shine when you encountered Eddie in class tomorrow. Just for the reason of 'showing him you didn't care'.

Monday came way faster, the night you basically passed out after drinking lavender tea.

So the morning showed up to make you anxious. Mostly because you didn't want him to think you dropped him for the popular kids. But then again you were to proud and hurt to talk to him. And you probably wouldn't talk to him in class too.

You got ready and slipped on the dress adding some fitting sneakers to it to keep it from looking to chic.

The bus ride to school was alright, less students than usual, your headphones on as the sun burned against your skin already.

Today would be warm.

When you made it to your locker, pushing past the crowd. Which seemed to have gotten more since last week.

Ignoring the way some boys barked compliments after you as you headed to science. You honestly wanted only one guys compliments..and it made you feel more pathetic that you still cared what he thought. Well he made it clear what he thought. So when you made it to class. Walking through the door to see the table empty you let out the air that got stuck in your chest. Sitting down grabbing your pencil, doodling in your text book before you heard someone stumble into the chair next to you, glancing over he stood next to you awkwardly holding the chair keeping it from crashing onto the ground. You roll your eyes, mostly unwillingly before you turn your head away. Staring out the window, twirling your pen in your fingers, you could feel him stare and hear him clear his throat, you also hear him sigh when he didn't get your attention.

Eddie felt bad for what he barked over the cafeteria, at the same time he was to proud to apologize. He also felt like he got replaced by the other people way to fast.

He didn't know you actually looked forward to science till he did that.

Miss Newcas walked in pushing the projector before she looked over the class. She noticed the 'weird behavior' between the two of you and she honestly didn't know why she felt upset. You seemed to be a good influence on Eddie, she didn't remember the last time he actually cared about his lab partner. So she decided to chance the entire lesson.

"Okay so...today you'll get to know your lab mate. It seems some people here don't seem to fond of eachother. Maybe that'll change when you get to know one another and see the other as more human. I want you to write 10 likes and dislikes on a paper. I'll check if you did it. Then I want you to keep the paper for the rest of the year so you and your lab mate actually get along for the time."

Seriously? Today of all days? The sigh you released ended up louder and sounding more annoyed than you had planed. You shifted in your seat looking at him to see him already staring at you. Tapping his pen against the sheet of paper he seemed to think.

"You ask me first" is all you say before he sits up straighter. Starting to ask you stuff like your favorite color. Hobbies etc.

He felt more than happy hearing you enjoyed Mötley Crües music, he started to believe maybe he could fix this.

Before it was your turn to ask questions.

You asked him 9 questions. The same he asked you. It was going well or so he thought because the last question you asked left him in slight disbelief.

"Do you usually humiliate people you don't know infront of the entire school? Oh wait let me word it differently. Do you enjoy humiliating people you don't know infront of the entire school, and do you enjoy hurting their feelings with that?"

Let's say you grew tired of the bullshit. And the petty side of you might have gotten the upper hand there. But honestly? He didn't deserve better.

"No....I don't.. listen Y/n-"

"Done. No more questions, stop talking to me." Is all you hiss back slamming your pen down before turning back to look out the window.

He really screwed up. But you chose them over him? So what gave you the right to be upset about this? Okay well he knew he over did it with that comment but he didn't know better. Eddie felt hurt, he thought you'd end up good friends...maybe more. Just for you to talk less to him in class and more with your new friends. You both already didn't talk a lot outside of that one science class last week, the rest of the week were small conversations and awkward word exchanges. First you sat alone in the cafeteria, Eddie was going to ask you to sit with them but the next day after you and Chrissy talked in history he found you at the popular table. Abandoned is what he felt like, like you didn't care and replaced him so easily. Not sure why he wanted to be mean to you, he liked you more than he liked to admit and you leaving the cafeteria the way you did after he called that out. The guilt he felt then, he never felt before. He never cared about calling people out, but he also knew that was way to uncalled for.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and were about to leave, the both of you ended up being the last ones to leave.

"Y/n please just hear me out!"

Trying to walk past him before he gently grabbed you by the waist pulling you back, pushing you to sit down in a seat that was right behind you.

"God please stop ignoring me...I get it okay! I never should have said that...just I was upset you replaced me"

You scoff, you planed to forgive him if he said sorry but he didn't manage to do that.

"Oh so you humiliated me because you felt replaced? How childish is that! What kind of excuse is that?! You could've talked to me about it but decided to make me look like an idiot and not only that you made my new friends look like bad people-"

"Because they are!" He says, his voice slightly raised as he sounded more upset.

"It's not your problem if they make a bet on who fucks me first! IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM IF I LET ONE OF THEN WIN OR NOT TOO"

You never planed to let one of those guys hook up with you, but you felt hurt and upset and it also seemed like it would punish him if you actually did let one of them get you under the sheets.

The surprise gasp you let out when he trapped you between the table and his body sounded more like a strangled whine. He glared down at you and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. The twinkle in your eyes as you looked up at him, the way your eyes searched his face. He felt the way his heart picked up in speed. He felt the way he wanted to kiss you, let you see why he felt upset about the thought that one of those assholes actually got to you.

"Don't say shit like that....listen what I called across the cafeteria, they do that. They do that do all the new girls...I was trying to look out for you..okay I might have done it the wrong way...but I promise I didn't mean to hurt you with it"

"Oh yeah?" The mock in your voice felt more like a slap to his cheek then a nudge.

"So instead of telling me to be careful alone you had to bark it out to the entire school? You know that doesn't make them look bad but it makes me look like I'm easy"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Well you did thou!"

You almost found it attractive when he sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. Eyebrows knitted slightly before he closed his eyes taking a deep breath in.

Your eyes fell to his lips before he opened his eyes again. He was going to speak up before he saw the way you stared down. Not at his eyes but his lips. He licked them, he didn't want to it just happened. It felt like his instincts took over.

"Im sorry okay? I never wanted you to feel that way, honest!"

Sighing, pushing away your thought's your eyes found his again, his looked different that before. Still the same but still slightly different.

"I didn't replace you. I was looking forward to science class till you did that.."

"Right....I screwed it"

"You did"

Awkward silence filled the whole classroom and ended up with him pulling away standing infront of you.

"So like...are we good?" You almost giggled at the way he looked like a small puppy.

"Yeah I suppose. Unless you pull that shit again!"

"I won't. I promise"

"Right can I get your number?" He asked after a few seconds. Which made you feel butterflies flutter.

"Why? You wanna call me when you miss my voice?" You planed to tease him but when he flirted back it slammed a deep blush across your face.

"Who knows. Maybe I'll need to hear your voice when I'm feeling especially frustrated and pent up"

"I-"

You huff grabbing a pen and rip a piece of paper off your textbook writing your number down pushing it against his chest before rushing out the classroom.

The rest of the day had you more than embarrassed, you told Chrissy in maths what had happened. And before lunch he stood behind you while you put your things away. Scaring you when you turned around to see him right there.

"Jeez Eddie! Scared me half to death!"

"Sorry, sorry....um do you want to sit with me and my friends in lunch?"

"Oh yeah but I should let Chrissy know I won't eat with her today.."

"Right..."

"Hey I promise I'll sit with you okay?"

He just nodded.

"Catch you in the cafeteria then?"

"Yeah see you there."

You basically sprint down the hallway to Chrissys locker, her telling Jason to head off first when she saw you.

"He asked me to sit at his table"

"Well you have to!"

"I know. But what if his friends don't like me? Or like if they judge me and think I'm just a popular girl looking for nothing but popularity or that I'm fake?"

"You're the least fake person I know. And I know a lot of people, you're so sincere. They'll see it too."

"Okay..yeah"

"Go get em!"

You hug her before you walk to the cafeteria. In the cafeteria line you see Eddie at his table already the entire table seemed full. Where would you sit?

You take the food from the women before you head to the table standing next to Eddie as he looks up at you smiling brightly. His gaze drifting to Mike and Dustin. The entire row moved down a seat. Making space for you to the right of Eddie. He gestures for you to sit down his eyes glistening as he stared at you, he noticed the dress this morning and in the hall the entire day. But you looked so beautiful.

"I could have taken a seat down the row...you didn't have to move" you gently tell the boys that sat down the table. They shake their head telling you they didn't mind.

"So."

Eddie started.

"What made you wear a dress today? You didn't wear a dress last week."

"Um well, breaking news, I can wear a dress even when I rarely wear dresses" you say, almost like you were making fun of him.

"Yeah...well you look good in it. You should wear dresses or skirts more..."

The faint blush that covered both of your faces didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the table.

"Sooo...who is the new girl. Didn't she sit with the popular folk last week? She doesn't belong here" said a guy with shorter curly hair. Man he really didn't sound happy to have you here and the glare he send your way just proved it.

"Shut it Gareth! This is Y/n believe it or not she's nice, hanging out with popular people didn't rot her yet"

"Rude" you hiss at him letting him know he shouldn't talk like that about your friends. Honestly mostly because of Chrissy.

"They can be nice, well...some of them."

"Yeah like Chrissy and....yeha right only Chrissy, isn't that right Y/n?" Asked the guy next to you, he had a dorky smile, his curls short and almost in a shag. He had braces.

"Can it Dustin. Anyways Y/n is my friend she's pretty and sweet. You all better be nice or DND today won't be good for any of you"

This earns a few frustrated huffs and irritated groans but they decide it's best to do as Eddie says. The rest of lunch they're actually all talking to you, even Gareth started to enjoy having you around. Eddie threw in comments here and there but he was busy staring at you. When Dustin shoved Mike that he almost fell off the chair caused you to start laughing. They started to basically fight eachother right there and then. It was entertaining. When you looked at Eddie to see if he was laughing like the rest of the table your breath catched in your throat. He was staring at you.

Like you weren't stupid you know that kind of stare.

Longing, adoration...basically just a crush stare.

Your smile dropped slightly as you blushed before he leaned closer looking directly at your face.

"You got a pretty darn cute smile"

"Thanks..."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson #eddis munson x y/n

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bearlytolerant · 5 months ago

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Hello! I absolutely love your writings and was wondering if you may be able to write a little fic about Sarah Morgan x reader/main character from starfield? Maybe some kind of hurt/comfort where the MC gets hurt somehow and Sarah comforts them or smth

Hey nonny! I have no idea if you’ll see this but I want to thank you for your super kind words! I apologize this has taken a minute but hopefully you enjoy and that I did Sarah justice since I haven’t written a piece focused on her before.

Pairing: Sarah Morgan/gReader, T rating || ao3

Release

Knees on the ground. Your calloused hands rub at the dirt smudged blood stains and it smears into the grey synthetic threads. Curving up your knee and spreading across your thighs, little chunks of dirt gather in clumps and you push them from one spot to another.

Bodies are stacked all around. Spacer? Ecliptic? Not Crimson Fleet. You know that much. As well as some maybe—civilians or maybe—scientists who were caught in the crossfire. Innocents. Did they have children? Did you kill a mother? A father? Somebody’s sibling? Doesn’t matter. All of them are people.

Rubbing repetitively and vigorously, your eyes sting, tears gathering in the waterline. Your pistol is sitting at your side somewhere.

Ambush.

It was an ambush.

You didnt mean—

You had to—

Your only defense.

The friction on your fingers feels like fire and your chest hurts. Something burns, hot and bright in your side but it doesn’t feel like your side. And you try to remember the events in order. Shouting. Shots fired. Or was it shots first and shouting after? Same time?

A scrambling of spacesuits. Bodies colliding.

Your face in the dirt, cheek smashed into the ground and finger on the trigger.

Barrel against head.

Point and shoot.

You press your dirtied palms to your temples. Smack them once. Twice.

Hands catch your wrists before you can bang them against your head a third time.

“Your bleeding. We need to get you out of here.”

That voice is familiar as it drowns out the ruminations.

“I—”

“No time to argue with me. Save it for after we get you patched up.”

A tug on your wrists and you force yourself to stand on shaking legs. A hand presses into your cheek.

“You’ll be alright,” she says. Coming into focus, her green eyes search yours, brows furrowed together while the wind whips her blonde cropped hair around her jawline. “We need to take shelter before the storm hits.”

You nod and Sarah guides you into the science outpost, getting you out of the storm that will soon be raging. The wind whistles as the door closes behind you. She pulls out a swivel chair from a nearby desk and sits you down in it while you stare at the dirt and blood smeared into your hands. She says something you don’t quite catch as she rummages around nearby. Lifeless eyes flash in your mind and you shut your own, balling your fists in an attempt to shove the vision away.

“This might sting a little.” A press to your side and a sharp pain makes you inhale a deep breath, reminding you that you’re injured.

“Thank you,” you manage to say.

“No need to thank me. You’ve always been there when I’ve needed your help.”

You open your eyes and Sarah carefully unfurls your fingers. She dips a white rag in a bucket of water and gently cleans the blood and dirt off your hand. You wince as the rag bumps over a pebble lodged under your skin.

“Of course I’m always there for you,” you say, her touch grounding you and bringing you back to the present. “Are you—are you hurt?”

“No. You made quite the human shield.” She pulls tweezers from the medkit and works at the pebble. Though she’s gentle, you still hiss with the pain as it’s pulled free. She wipes the wound clean. “Though, why you continue to throw yourself into danger when the opportunity presents itself, I’ll never understand. Do you have a death wish?”

It comes back to you then. After the ambush, you charged forward blindly, refusing to let anyone touch Sarah. So focused on protecting her, you didn’t question anything and now there’s a lot of bodies and even more guilt. You gnaw on your bottom lip. She works at cleaning your hand, sighing.

“And even if I don’t like the way you put yourself in harm’s way—you did well so don’t beat yourself up about it. The spacers wouldn’t have hesitated to kill you or I. They were protecting poachers.”

You breathe in some relief. At least no innocents were killed. They’re still people and their blood is on your hands but it was you and Sarah or them. That guilt won’t turn into regret. You’d burn the world to keep Sarah safe even if it cost bits and pieces of your soul—yourself.

“Sarah,” you start to say but hesitate. You’ve already brought up your feelings for her before and she rejected them. Still, your voice cracks. “I—Constellation needs its leader.”

She stills and steals a glance at you. “Not at the cost of you.” Shoving the rag back into the bucket, she wrings the water, dirt and blood out, her jaw locked tight and lips pursed in a line. “I—I. Oh, nevermind.” She shakes her head. “Lean over a bit. I need to take a look at your side and see how deep that cut is.”

You do as you're told and you can’t remember how it even got there. Someone must’ve had a knife. Doesn’t matter. Your focus is wholly on Sarah now. “What were you going to say?” you ask, refusing to let her shut you out again.

She cleans the wound. “This isn’t too bad. I’m going to add a few butterflies but you’ll probably have a scar.”

Placing the stitches, her thumb grazes your skin gingerly before she glances back up at you. “You should sleep,” she says. “Need help getting to a bunk?”

Thunder shakes the outpost as rain splatters against the windows. “No,” you tell her. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to know what you were going to say.”

Another sigh from her. “It doesn’t matter and you need rest.”

“Sarah.” You tentatively reach for her, brushing your fingers against hers. “It does matter. It matters very much to me.”

Corrosive rain continues to splatter against the windows, the sound of it drowning out the thud of your heartbeat in your chest. She’s not looking at you but your fingers on her own.

“I can’t lose you,” she says softly and you think you’ve misheard her.

“What?”

“You know, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about us, about our relationship… how we’ve clearly become close. And I see what you for me do and I—I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t lose me,” you say, thumbing her skin delicately, afraid she might withdraw. But she allows the touch, surprisingly.

“No one’s ever cared about me this much. Not even Aja. And I realize I care too much for you too. You—you scared me today.”

“Sarah, I—” You choke back the words love you and swallow them down. “I don’t mean to scare you. I just can’t lose you either.”

“I know that,” she says, flipping her hand intertwining her fingers with yours. “Even if I don’t deserve it or understand it.” She squeezes once before letting go. Too soon. Standing and turning away from you she says, “I should find us something to eat. You should rest.” She disappears from the room.

With a heavy sigh, you lean your head against the back of the chair, weary. She’s left before you get the chance to remind her that she deserves all the care in the world. And without Sarah as a distraction, your body reminds you of the fight and injuries you’ve endured and you close your eyes, forcing the tiredness away while you wait for Sarah to return.

#bear writes #prompt fill #sarah morgan x reader #starfield #starfield fanfiction #sarah morgan #spacefarer #hurt/comfort #cut for length

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rearranging-deck-chairs · 4 months ago

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Hi hello I watched all of carmilla in a weekend when I was 17 because a student teacher who in retrospect I had a bit of a crush on mentioned that she knew one of the actresses. also I am pretty invested in all your recent vampire stuff because I watched iwtv in 2 days last week because your edit intrigued me

oh hiiii 🫶 thank you for indulging me. thats so cool that you watched iwtv! did it live up to the expectation?

i also watched carmilla at 17! or like, 17-19. i found it when s2 had just started and followed it to the end. did something permanent to my brain but i think it was a good thing. on rewatch now im like, i was right to like this. like it's a solid show, it's good. it has its flaws obviously but it's well written, the emotional moments still get me, i can see why i liked it and i still like it now even when it's not anymore, you know, meeting every need that baby gay me didnt even know they had

what it doesnt reaallyy do though - i dont remember if i posted abt this or if i left it in my drafts but - is explore vampirism as a concept. their subject matter is more lesbianism than vampirism. which is great! thats what they wanted to do and they did it and it's very good. but reading interview with the vampire the book rn im realising how much potential vampires have to be metaphors for like so many things and i started wondering like 'wait, did carmilla just not really engage with it or did it all go over my head'. but it just didnt really engage with it all that much. which again is fine bc that wasnt what they were doing. im glad they were more about the lesbianism than the vampirism

but there's this interesting difference in framing, because in iwtv they keep calling armand 'ancient' right? and emphasising how old he is. and he's like 500? and i was like 'wait isnt carmilla like 400?'. she isnt, shes 340, but still, thats getting there, you know? and we know quite a lot about her history, but kind of just the Big Events. when she was turned, the events of the novella, coffin of blood, silas. thats sort of what we know. but none of the long lonely slog of history day to day you know? with armand i feel like we can really feel how much time everything takes. how every one of those years is made up of single days. with carmilla i dont feel that as much. i keep kind of thinking about daniel, when louis calls him a boy in the first episode, saying "im an old man, with all the triggers that come with it"

because carmilla might look 18 (or mid twenties at this point) but she has lived all that time. shes also seen her native land be claimed by like a succession of ruling powers, right? like armand. shes been buried alive, like louis. when lestat is born, shes already 80 years old, shes lived a whole human lifetime, and the entire adult part of it shes been a vampire. shes lived through 1680-1870 being a lure. i compared her to abigail hobbs in some tags on a post, i dont know if youre familiar with hannibal the tv show, but i do also kinda keep thinking about that comparison

if youre not familiar, in the first episode of hannibal the murderer of the week is this guy garrett jacob hobbs who kills and cannibalises girls who resemble his daughter. and later on it turns out she was made to be his lure. like they'd go places and he'd sent her to the victims to make friends and maybe get them back to their home or smth. not sure if they specified all the details. but that's what carmilla did for mother. and in s2 we hear from mattie that while every couple of decades carmilla had to lure victims for the fish god, she also seemed to just enjoy humans between those times, right? like the doctor, gets lonely, gets a new companion. but we've only sort of got mattie's mocking word for it ("dont eat him, hes a poet! or her, shes got such a wonderful voice. or that one, shes just too pretty to ruin"), we don't know exactly from carmilla's point of view what she was doing or why. if mattie's talking about stuff that happened after the blood coffin, 1950-now, then i think it's a fair assumption based on what carmilla says in the s1 sock puppet show that after she'd figured out what the real situation was and what her role in it was, when she'd started trying to save girls from being sacrificed, that she mightve been doing the same trying to save people from becoming mattie's victims. it's probably more likely that she was just trying to find excuses to stop mattie from sucking someone dry rather than actually having like an aesthetic based morality. but it might be a bit of both. im still trying to figure out what her philosophy actually is, like i dont know what existentialism actually means ghkfjghkj but i will

i also found it pretty striking in the movie when shes turning back into a vampire she says like "this was supposed to be done, you know? the blood lust, the self-loathing, the sleeping tied to a chair in my own bedroom". thats what defines her vampirism, wanting blood and hating yourself for it (the third part is a joke/reference to s1 but also i think meaningful for how she sees her relationship with laura when she IS a vampire. little bit of that 'she will reject me for my monstrousness' shining through). and thats what defines vampirism for lots of vampires across the genre obviously, but i dont know, it struck me. we dont get a lot from carmilla's pov, we know a fair amount about her, but the story is always told through laura. we get laura's diaries, but just snippets here and there from carmilla, what shes thinking, how shes feeling

and i love that shes a philosopher. i love that thats how she seems to try and find something to hold onto, in a world that kind of moves around her, having been murdered, kidnapped, turned and groomed to be a lure on the cusp of adulthood, never having been properly loved (the relationship with her father wasnt good she says in s3, and her mortal mother i dont think has ever been mentioned (like laura's)). the only good relationship she seems to have had for the better part of 3 centuries seems to have been mattie, and mattie seems to love being a vampire. i can imagine carmilla just sort of going along with anything mattie wants to do just because shes so desperate for that friendship. not like, against her will necessarily really. but more like, she hasnt even had the space to develop her own will, you know? and philosophy lets you do that. philosophy gives you frameworks to understand the world and to develop your own opinions on it. and by the 21st century she seems to have developed those opinions, she has a sense of her own values, but shes also still stuck in that same situation. shes jaded and cynical in the face of laura's optimism and strong moral code a lot of the time in s1 because she feels probably pretty powerless. like she does what she can to save some girls but at the end of the day shes scared of her mother and she has nowhere else to go really, right?

i like how she grapples with that over the course of the series, in tandem with laura grappling with her black and white morality. she sort of jumps ship from her mother to laura bc theyve fallen in love, but then laura still stuck in her hero thinking refuses to see her monstrous side. not literally bc i think the biological vampirism never seemed to be a problem for laura, but morally. the having murdered. carmilla needs laura to see that and love her while seeing it bc the last girl she loved rejected her for being a vampire.

but you see her kind of swing back and forth in s2. she softens first with laura but then they break up and she leans back hard into the sarcastic cynic defense mechanisms, leans hard into "im a monster, dont expect heroism from me". but thats like, it's sort of learned helplessness i think. it's powerlessness, resignation. bc morally shes not a monster. maybe she doesnt have as strong a drive to help other people as laura does and is a little more selfishly hedonistic in that she just wants to enjoy her/their life, but she doesnt hurt people for fun, she never has. she just sort of didnt have another option for a Really long time. so she pretends she doesnt care. "im a vampire, this is what i do, this is who i am". but clearly from the way she talks about it when she turns back into one, she doesnt enjoy it

and i like how she goes even further in s3, where she starts swinging even more to the heroic side, bc she sees hope. shes like "wow if we kill my mother, i'd be free". theres hope and she becomes like a lot more active. and shes like that at the start of the movie too, a lot happier, a lot more relaxed, and then vampirism is back and bam depression gfhgkjh like shes immediately more gloomy, ashamed of her past and her self, retreats into herself

sorry i just took this as an opportunity to dump all the carmilla thoughts floating in my head on you. you didnt ask fhkghgjh consider this an open invitation to you or anyone else to come talk to me about carmilla

#just finished watching the movie and i had actually forgotten but at the end shes a vampire again!#they totally gave us a super great opening for more conflict to explore hollstein's relationship #bc carmilla sort of puts closure to her past by taking responsibility for her part in it and it makes her a vampire again #and laura is like 'dont give up on our life together' and shes like 'im not giving up on anything!'#and laura is like 'we're supposed to live and get old and have grandkids how are we gonna do that if you dont age'#so thats a great set up #im putting the fic im writing i think another 5 years in the future #bc the movie is 5 years from the end of the series and im doing another 5 years so it's 2024 #but theres so much opportunity to play there. theres conflict. tehres problems to solve. but theyre in a good place #i dont think they ever specify how vampires are made in this universe #therees some posts on carmillas blog where she responds to asks abt why she doesnt turn laura or if she would #and she just says 'you have no idea how this works'#but that was still during the series and the writers obviously wanted to keep their options open and their writing cards a bit closer to #the chest #but at this point you could make laura a vampire #you could explore that. see how they both feel abt that. would bea difficult decision #theyre also not married yet in the movie #they celebrate carmilla's 'rebirthday' where she turned human again #you could do a thing where they turn laura on that same day. sort of make that their wedding #not an easy decision i think. i think it would take a lot of discussion to get them there but not impossible #and would be fun to explore. both their feelings abt all that. and like anotehr 5 years in the future where they are in their lives #idk idk. brainstorming #thanks for giving me an opportunity to infodump a little :)#carmillaposting

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ohbo-ohno · 9 months ago

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After rotating your non con puppy play ghoap stories in my head non stop, I had a Thought:

There's fleshlights that are short and open ended called quickshots, and maybe Ghost decides one day not to cage his pup for their walk, but instead to be really mean and let Soap get hard, encourage it even, but shame Soap in the process. He slips the quickshot over just the head of Soap's cock where its so sensitive and then uses KT tape to adhere it to Soap's belly. As his pup crawls after him, the stimulation gets him hard and yay he's not caged but oh no now he's hard and his cock is out the end of the toy and on full display and he can't do anything about it and Ghost (or one of the others) comments on how the pup must be enjoying his walk, look his little cock is out of its "sheath". Can't stop crawling after Ghost, can't touch himself, can't stop the stimulation or get soft, just whimpers even more

(If this is too much I'm sorry, please ignore! - 🦨)

this is referencing my lil mini noncon puppy play verse - howling and barking, kinktober 11, kinktober 20, and this oneshot!! go read the triggers of at least one of them, they'll apply to this too :)

okay okay okay hello skunk you've come in with a hell of an ask for your first!!

my day 11 kinktober is (to my knowledge??) my only foray into public sex, and it was smth i did to try and push myself a bit - that day specifically is probably the only piece of my stuff that i felt actually kind of uncomfortable writing, it gets to me for some reason haha. public sex is usually a hard no for me

it also exists in that limbo kind of universe that any heavy bdsm erotica does, which is like "this is not at all realistic or really possible, but we're all horny here so get over it" yknow??

anywayssss

i had to google quickshots (here, for those curious lol) and (1) they will almost definitely be making an appearance in my stuff at some point because you cannot tell me that ghost wouldn't edge soap with that and (2) im obsessed with your vision

smth about soap's dick being taped to his stomach... keeps trying to hump something to get any stimulation but all it does is rub the head of his dick against his abs :( maybe if he works had enough the quickshot will shift just the tiniest bit, but it's never enough to do anything for him

he'll be kneeling beside ghost outside while the other man smokes a cigarette, quivering and just barely shifting his hips, whimpering and whining cause he's so desperate but he doesn't want to humiliate himself further :( inches his hips just a little further up once and yips real loudly, nearly crumples in on himself when he hears laughter

nearly collapses on the walk back to their room because he's so fucking close and ghost just drags him along, nearly strangles him with the leash :( johnny's yipping and barking, trying so hard to crawl fast enough and the way his chest heaves and the way he curls in on himself a bit rubs his cock just right and he's got the really long, really miserable orgasm as ghost drags him along :( hears ghost groan and complain about being tired of having to clean up after his puppy :(

#dark fic #asks and answers #🦨 anon #skunks are so fucking cute #ghoap

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@goldensunsetchild Asked:

Hello there! I know that you might be busy right now but I wanted to let you know an idea that I have, greatly inspired by your post: spanish reader who gets homesick but instead of getting depressed by it starts to do things they used to do back on their world. Dancing to their traditional dances while singing their accompanying songs, teaching the children the games they used to play when they were younger and also telling folktales to everyone who is interested in listening to. If you decide to do this idea and want to incorporate things from Costa Rica, please let me know and I'll help you with anything you need (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

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HELLO YES SORRY IT TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG TO GET TO THIS!! 😭 /gen

I went to Costa Rica back in highschool in 2018? I think, and when I tell you I FELL IN LOVEEEE <3333

Costa Rica is a beautiful country and everyone was really nice, vibes were immaculate 🤌 ✨

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Sun: Costa Rican Reader! (you/they/them)

Stars: Sumeru cast

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: None known & Trigger Warnings: alcohol usage/drinking game.

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

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when u first crash landed in Teyvat, people luckily recognized you from when u were a player!

and u took in whatever culture and traditions everyone was so excited to show you as they were kind enough to give u clothes/food/shelter etc.

butttt… it did get overwhelming after a few months, and u got homesick more and more often :(

after all there wasn’t really an equivalent country to Costa Rica, and you couldn’t just take a plane back home, you were stuck here for… however long it takes someone to leave a video game universe??

You decided to actually do smth abt the crippling depression and “outsider” feelings instead of just rotting away, and went to Sumeru to get closer to the greenery of your home,

it made you feel a little better, but it could be the best, so u decide to lowkey force everyone in Sumeru to convert to Costa Rican LMAO

so ofc u did the most logical thing to convert ppl to a culture, the food!

u helped fund a small restaurant full of classic Costa Rican foods (coughandsoyoucaneatitwheneveryouwantcough)

(u still have the insane mora leftover from what u had in game so ur basically one of the richest ppl in Teyvat ngl 💀)

u recreated just the basic gallo pinto/casado with what was available (some beans from Natlan and rice from Inazuma/Liyue, the Ajilenakh nut from Sumeru acc kinda acts like plantains :0 and local fish/greens for salad)

Needless to say Sumeru is fascinated by the new cuisine and esp since its not a secret that you’ve funded it/made the menu from your homeworld

Alhaitham orders the casado most of the time bc he “admires the exact proportions, its all the nutrients you need, perfectly balanced” NERDDD

Tighnari likes barbudos bc there's not a lot of egg dishes in Sumeru but there are a lot of greens, so he “likes the familiar in unique combinations!”

unsurprisingly, Cyno likes Chancelta bc he can pick it up, eat it quickly, and go on with his patrol

Collei, Kaveh (and secretly Dehya lol) really like being able to munch and snack on sugar cane, (and the plantain imitation desserts!)

(u found sugarcane deep in sumeru forests, it was like on ur world, but sweet flowers sprouted out of the stalks too!)

You decide the next phase was to introduce dances and other fun stuff!!

Nilou was literally shaking with excitement to learn the traditional dances <3 (and also getting ur permission to add fun twists or Sumeru elements to them)

the kids that like to hang around and watch the troupe practice (and join) absolutely got obsessed with swing criollo, it was so cute to watch them all pair up and kinda trip over their own feet trying the footwork out

(u may or may not have teared up bc the band learned how to play a Spanish song for u guys to dance to, just for you)

teaching the theater troupes musicians how to adapt upbeat songs like Caballito Nicoyano or Ticas Lindas

omg getting Nilou Kaveh Faruzan Cyno Dehya (and Dunyazard!) to do the calipso limonense always cheers you up, (which is why they are so eager to do it when ur feeling homesick ❤️‍🩹)

Kaveh steps on too many people’s toes, Dehya gets dizzy from the spins/turns easily, Faruzan keeps spinning for too long, Nilou and Dunyazard are actually secretly latina bc they're so good at it (did they outdo you?? no, no they couldn't possibly-)

and Cyno just really likes the little dance line everyone makes lol

speaking of the General Mahamatra

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

u CANNOT teach Cyno a new game from your home country, and expect him to NOT be the most competitive mf in Teyvat abt it

that's actually how u spread any games from back home, Cyno just does all the work for you and challenges ppl to things like jackses and no one knows what it is

which he then proceeds to strong arm them into learning and beat their asses at it

(yes Cyno wins against you a lot, sorry lmao)

You definitely had a drinking game centered around it one time and the consequences changed with each person who lost

like Cyno had to learn how to cook tamales that were edible, and more importantly..

Alhaitham had to at least attempt the swing criollo lol

(was it unfairly attractive? maybe. was watching Nilou, who was teaching him, and Alhaitham both do swing criollo 2x as attractive?? that's just for u and the Sumeru vision users to know)

SPEAKING OF ALHAITHAM

absolutely hilarious, yet also impressive?? how quickly he picked up ur slang

smug bastard picked it up based off sheer context/vibes too, u didn't even explain it to him, just u trying to go sit down in ur Costa Rican restaurant and he pulls u back before someone mows u down saying “hey, suave un toque-”

YOUR NECK FUCKING CRACKING BC U WHIPPED AROUND TO LOOK AT HIM SO FAST LMAOOO

(ngl u scared the fuck out of the poor scholar before he got all smug abt knowing slang)

accidentally spread this knowledge to other vision users bc he got in the habit of casually using it, tbh more often when ur not around lol (Alhaitham being caught having habits bc he's fond of other ppl?? never)

his favorite is “qué chante…😒 ” obv lol

so now the forest rangers use stuff like pura vida and tuanis sending each other off on patrols! Collei so cutely excited to explain to other Sumeru ppl or tourists where the words come from and what they mean, spreading ur Costa Rica agenda very well 👌

and the mahamatra like to use “Jale pa’la choza” when coming back from the desert to Sumeru city homebase! :)

ALSO bonus:

u absolutely got leyendas into the bedtime warning/ghost stories of the entirety of Sumeru children lmao

u start spooking kids like Dori (Nahida finds them fascinating)

and after awhile u notice Cyno and Dehya mentioning watching out at night for La Llorona or los cadejos 💀??

like you've genuinely made them paranoid, bc they wanna be sweethearts and protect you from them, like even if they don't believe they exist, they're worried you do and are trying to make u feel better lol <3

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an iced coffee? for me?? :O

Blessed be Costa Rica, such a lovely country when I went, and as soon as I got off the plane coming back the first thing I did was make a Costa Rican meal the best I could

like got my mom to prep from dry black beans and rice etc. as fresh as we could get (nowhere near costa rica level btw) and made fresh guac and fried plantain chips and salmon I think? literally cooked the first night back bc I knew I missed the food already/knew id get sick

and I was RIGHT, that food I made was fine, but any other American food so bad I got nauseous

I literally got sick COMING BACK TO THE U.S like 😨???!!! I knew it was bad but not THAT bad lmao

and the first meal I had after that was still a homecooked meal, like my mom made it💀

love the coffee from there too, we even ordered coffee from the farm we visited when I got back to US it was so good (10x better than American obv)

THANK YOU BTW GOLDEN!! FOR BEING SO PATIENT AND LOVELY TELLING ME ALL ABT COSTA RICA <3333

I hope this did some amount of justice to ur beautiful home! :)

Safe Travels Golden Child,

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