#Birthday week yay ^o^/

[lovinggreeniehours]

OKAY IM HOME *collapses*

[sereia4skz]

hi hi!! this is in favour of my birth week, cause it’s my bday this money ٩(๑>ᴗ<๑)۶ yay!!!!!!! i’m here to keep you updated about the events with your followers special (which is so so cool btw, congrats) so ahem, lemme get into character for the request

Dear Reia,

It’s been quite fun hanging out with Felix and his pack, despite the hot heat of the summer. Though as my birthday approaches, I kinda miss spending the day together with you mucking about and eating out for dinner. I haven’t really made a big deal about my birthday up until now but since it’s me on my own I’ve started to miss how sweet the little outings were. But accidentally Jeongin found out about my birthday this week, the fox hybrid that is in Felix’s pack. He insists on dragging me to the shops, saying that a new wardrobe is a must for a birthday— or at least buying something is. He even spent his own money on it, that stressed me out so much. I got everything from these nice skirt that are a bit short to pretty dress. I also bought something for you with my own money too. Jeongin is so kind and adorable, his hair gets all fluffy in the mornings when I see him. It’s nice, that he felt comfortable taking me out.

That white fox even took me out for dinner at this nice ramen place, inviting Felix along with us. That sneaky kitten got me a necklace, this necklace with a watch pendent—a picture of a creek painted on where you read the time. But it was a bit awkward, the two tugging me to sit next to one of them in the booth or trying to talk over each other. Felix even bite me! Like full on, trying to break my skin biting! It was interesting. I hope they can sort it out.

From, 🐣 anon.

have fun and take it in whatever direction you like using the request stuff!!! it can be written with fake text messages as well if you want., thank you and pretty please (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

1k Followers Event | birthday shopping

pairing: fox!Jeongin x reader x kitten!Felix

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: mild MxM, they get interrupted, themes of marking (licking and biting), dry humping, jealousy (jeongin)

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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My dear little 🐣,

I’m glad your trip is going well.  Happy Birthday <3!! 

You let Jeongin take you shopping before I could??? Rude. Treason. I’m drafting your betrayal charges as we speak. You buying me something… Now you’re not supposed to give presents when it’s your birthday, baby bird. Happy the boys took you out anyways tho, a birthday should be celebrated.  

I don’t remember Felix to be a biter, how strange, it must be something he picked up from his pack. I hope your night went well regardless. 

I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures.

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The day had been fun. A little long with the hot summer sun hitting your skin, but fun regardless. You weren’t used to making a big deal about your birthday usually but with Felix around, he had let it slip that your day was coming up. 

Jeongin had insisted on taking you out shopping early in the week, saying that you always needed a new outfit for your birthday. That's how you ended up at dinner with him and Felix, at a nice little ramen place a short drive from the cabin. With a new little skirt paid for by the little fox and adorned with the necklace Felix had given you as an early gift.

Dinner was an awkward affair with Jeongin and Felix fighting for your attention. Although it was cute that they bickered like this in the pack, it had been a long time since you've seen Felix this comfortable with anyone. 

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a breath on your shoulder, before you even had time to turn around and look at the person responsible you felt his tongue run against your skin. His teeth barely have time to sink into your shoulder before he's yanked away. You turn around surprised to see Jeongin holding Felix by the neck.

“Hyung!” the younger boy scolded the sneaky kitten. Felix, looked at you like the cat who got the cream, a look that had been showing up on his face more and more these days, and gave a soft hiss, but didn’t fight back. His tail flicked with annoyance, but his eyes stayed trained on you like he’d already won whatever game was being played.

You blinked at both of them, shoulder still tingling where Felix’s teeth had grazed your skin. The heat of the day had nothing on the warmth creeping up your neck now.

Jeongin released him with a grumble, brushing down the collar of your shirt like he was checking for damage. “You can’t just bite people when they’re zoning out, hyung.”

Felix smirked. “Didn’t see her complaining.”

You glanced between them, caught between laughter and the urge to throw something. Probably a dumpling. “Okay, okay, enough,” you said, raising both hands like a peacekeeper. “No biting. And no fighting in front of the nice old lady who runs this restaurant.”

At that, both boys went quiet, sheepish glances darting toward the counter where the owner was very obviously pretending not to listen in while aggressively wiping down a spotless surface.

After that, you and the boys are quick to vacate the restaurant under the watchful gaze of the old lady. Before you know it, you’re back at the cabin.

It’s dark and quiet, very uncharacteristic, as you’ve come to learn. You look around as you toe off your shoes, peering down the dark hallway before flicking on the lights.

“They’re probably playing in the woods… The moon is out tonight,” Felix mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. His words hang in the air, the quiet of the cabin settling like a blanket over the three of you.

You pad toward your room, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, the fabric still warm from the summer air. “I guess we’re alone tonight, huh?”

Jeongin hums behind you. “Lucky us.”

You roll your eyes at his tone, but your grin betrays you. When you push open the bedroom door, Felix is already toeing off his socks and dropping onto your bed like he owns it.

“You’re not even gonna ask?” you say, raising a brow.

Felix stretches across your mattress like a satisfied cat. “Our cabin.”

Jeongin follows, a little more hesitant, lingering at the door. “I can stay too, right?”

You tilt your head at him, smirking. “I suppose with that logic, yes?”

You go to change, and that’s all it takes, by the time you come back, the fox has shrugged off his hoodie and tossed it onto your desk chair before settling on the other side of your bed. You giggle as they settle in.

“I swear,” you mutter as you flop between them, “if you two start wrestling again, I’m kicking both of you out.”

Felix nuzzles into you, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Just cuddling.”

Jeongin pouts, wrapping an arm around your waist like a claim.

You snort, pressing your face into the pillow. “You’re both needy.”

“Only for you,” they say, at the same time.

The silence that follows is… charged. You feel it before you see it, Felix shifting behind you, Jeongin’s breath hitching just slightly. You peek through your lashes just in time to catch it.

Felix kisses him.

Quick. Soft. Barely more than a press of lips.

But it’s enough to still the room.

Jeongin blinks, stunned. “What was that?”

Felix only shrugs. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You exhale, dragging your hand over your face. “At least you two are figuring it out.”

They both look at you then, like remembering you’re there at all, and just like that, the attention snaps back to you like a rubber band. 

Jeongin shifts first, his hand sliding beneath the hem of your shorts where his knuckles brush against the bare skin of your thigh. Felix leans in close again, nose skimming along your neck before you feel his tongue, hot, slow, teasing, dragging across the same spot he’d tried to bite earlier.

“You taste sweet,” Felix whispers against your skin.

“She’s mine tonight,” Jeongin mutters, pulling your leg to cross his and pressing kisses trailing after Felix’s saliva.

“You have to share, she was mine first,” Felix purrs, fingers ghosting over your waist, his mouth leaving damp trails that cool too fast against your overheated skin.

You don’t say anything.

You can feel both of them getting bolder as the moments drag on. Felix’s teeth graze your skin again, this time along your jawline, his hands slipping under your shirt as his thumbs brush against your bare ribs. Although the contact isn’t unusual in your friendship, it’s been a long time, it’s become forgotten, and the addition of the fennec boy’s affections has your skin buzzing.

Jeongin is gentle. His lips trail kisses along your collarbone and then to the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, as if trying to savor every moment.

You let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut as Felix’s lips press a kiss at the corner of your mouth. His fingers grip your waist, pulling you closer to his chest until you can feel the heat of him against your back. It’s hard not to melt at the sensation of Jeongin’s soft kisses mixed with Felix’s fiery touches.

“God, you’re perfect,” Felix whispers, his breath a hot puff against your skin. His hand slides lower, teasing the waistband of your sleep shorts, before moving up to cradle the side of your face, pulling you toward him with a surprisingly tender kiss.

You barely have time to react when Jeongin’s hand slides over your thigh, his fingertips brushing dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, brushing Felix’s. His lips, still soft but insistent, move to your shoulder, leaving a trail of warm kisses.

But then, just as you feel Felix’s fingers begin to move lower, footsteps echo from the cabin’s entrance. The front door opens, followed by the sound of voices, the boys are home.

“Be quiet, boys… They might be sleeping,” Chan’s voice rings out despite his hushed tone, followed by the soft footsteps as the others disperse to their rooms.

Jeongin immediately freezes, his face turning a shade of red as he pulls his hands away. He clears his throat, looking embarrassed but still wearing that adorable, shy smile that makes it hard to stay mad at him. Felix smooths out the hem of your shorts as if to ‘fix’ the accidental mess he’s caused.

“We should rest,” Felix whispers in your ear, just loud enough for the fluffy-haired boy to hear.

“Can we stay?” the other boy asks, hopeful.

The tension that had been thick in the room evaporates almost immediately, replaced with the normal, relaxed atmosphere you’ve grown used to with them.

“Okay… just for tonight,” you whisper back, settling comfortably between the two.

It doesn’t take long for the weight of the day to catch up to you. You close your eyes, Felix’s warmth at your back, Jeongin’s soft breaths beside you, and the distant noise of the others in the house fading into the background.

Just for tonight, you think as you drift off.

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[burytheruby]

HIII CAN WE PLS HAVE P2 OF THE PRICE DAUGHTER AND SIMON STORY??? PLS 😣 THE WRITING IS GOOD AND THE STORY IS JUST *chefs kiss* 💋💋💋 I WANNA SEE THEM LATER ON IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😞😣🩷🩷💕

I N A P P R O P R I A T E I I

the answer is YES I CAN 🙈 thank you everyone for the support! I unfortunately have been crazy busy with the holidays, then my birthday (yay 20!), then back to uni 😭 but I did promise I would come back, and so there will be a tag list for whoever wants to be updated!

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

IN which Captain Price is your father, and he has accepted your feelings for his lieutenant.

OR: late night talks and confessions, your father would do anything to make you happy.

Part 1; you're in Part 2

MINORS Do NOT Interact.

Warnings: age gap, fem! reader, ooc, canon divergent, still learning british slang please bear with me. WC: 1657

English is my second language.

Captain Price had dreaded this day, he never thought he'd see a future where you would come to him and ask him for advice. advice on romance. all because of his lieutenant. damn him. you sat next to him on the couch, shifting awkwardly as you both stared straight ahead at the tv, a game playing in the background. your father's favorite team, you noticed, against the team Simon had mentioned liking himself. almost humorous, Price had noticed the clear tension since your birthday two weeks ago. he appreciated the fact that his lieutenant was being careful, neither acknowledging the very needed—talk, let's call it.

but of course, you were never one to dance around the subject.

"we need to talk," you said simultaneously, it would've been endearing if it weren't for the fact that the talk was not about what dinner would be tonight, or who you thought would win the game playing on the tv, not even about the professor you loathed and couldn't wait to leave her class.

you turned to face your father, fidgeting with the pendant hanging on your neck—the one Simon gave you, of course. your father really tried to not roll his eyes and scoff at the sight, he has definitely given you prettier jewelry—or at least that's what he thinks. you wouldn't tell him you grew out of the heart shaped jewelry; it would break his own heart. after a long, tension-filled moment of silence, you finally spoke, your voice breaking through. "I think 'm old enough to know, dad." you sighed, as if trying to let go of the tension in your body. "an' s'not like we're not conscious of how this may look." you admitted, looking away as you clenched your fists.

yeah, you guessed it would be weird if the man you knew for most of your life suddenly became your lover. age gaps were taboo, especially one such as yours. but who cared? Simon saw you as a petulant, spoiled child until last year—not like he would tell you that, he wouldn't stand listening to your huffs and scoffs of complaints (acting as if he isn't your biggest enabler). that's beside the point, anyway. right now, your focus was on your father, a pensive look on his features as he looked at you.

and then you felt a little guilty when you recognized the tiniest hint of his eyes glazing—just for a second, just enough to ignite concern in you. "m'not getting sent away, y'know." you tried to lift the mood, and he could only smile a little. you were just as awful as he was when it came to comfort, and that was okay. he placed a hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze as his eyes went to your every feature– from the shape of your nose to the volume of your lashes, you were his perfect girl. he often joked he birthed you, something you hated the imagery of no matter how sickly sweet it was that you were his daughter.

"aye, I know." he said, giving a tender kiss to your temple in a moment of vulnerability. his lips lingered there, feeling his heart squeeze and tear at the fact that he knew he had to let go. it was just hard, from the little girl he'd take everywhere, to the woman you were now. your father knew there was no point in trying to change your mind–or your heart, you were dead set on what you wanted. curse his own self. his hand let go of yours, and he pulled away from you. the gears inside his head were turning, the slow but steady acceptance of the relationship between you and his lieutenant.

"he's been less ratty lately," he admitted, his attention turning back to the tv as the opposing team scored. he scoffed, it was as if the universe wanted to mock him. "never heard him make so many bloody awful jokes in just two weeks." Price couldn't help but smile, seeing the rest of the team so distraught–except for Soap, that instigator–was exhilarating to him.

“yeah? m’sure he got ‘em from ya.” you couldn’t contain the smile on your face, seeing as Simon’s team was winning by a landslide. Price cursed under his breath, the hissing sound of the now opened beer brought your attention back to him, the features of your father illuminated by the light of the tv. his eye bags that become more prominent after every mission, the smile lines barely concealed by his mustache connected to his beard. your father hummed in response, sipping on the awfully bitter beer that your father enjoyed. for a picky drinker, he sure enjoyed the most awful you've ever tried.

"princess," your eyes roamed back up to his face, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh. with a tiny hum, expressing your attention, he then spoke again. "don't tell him I told you, but Simon's taking a week off duty." your eyes widened at that, then grew to confusion. Simon? Taking a break? That was new. The thought made your heart flutter, smiling subconsciously as yet another cheer could be heard from the tv, but you couldn't find yourself caring enough to see who had scored.

Instead, you checked your phone as it vibrated, a text on the screen making you sit up with an even bigger grin.

"I'll be back by this weekend, let me take you out on a date."

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

"shite," you cursed under your breath. your room was a mess, with clothes sprawled all over your bed and the wardrobe. it was Thursday, just a day away from seeing him again, and not a piece of clothing convinced you enough for the date. too formal? too casual? too feminine? a dress, or maybe jeans? you sighed in frustration, your fingertips softly massaging your temples as you sat on the chair of your dressing table. it's not like Simon puts much effort into his own attire, but this is a date. where are you going, again?

realization dawned as you realized he did not, in fact, tell you what the date would be. you cursed again, getting up only to slump down in your bed. should I text him? you thought, only to discard the idea almost immediately. he was busy, he's a lieutenant dealing with death's doorstep in every mission, and my father, that's enough stress. at the end of the day, all you achieved was to reorganize your wardrobe, and to make dinner for you and your father—if he came home tonight.

waiting in the dining table, poking at your food until the light sound of the keys jiggling and the door opening made your head snap up, finding your father walking in with something inside his duffel bag. "princess, I've got ya a gift from Simon." he unzipped the bag, and inside was a box–a brand box, your favorite to be specific. you gave a quick thanks to your father as you skipped past him, straight to your bedroom to open the box.

"thank you, Simon." was the text you sent immediately upon seeing what the box contained—a dress, of your favorite style and a color that complimented you just right. Simon knew you too well, or maybe he noticed the small things that others usually would not, such as the neckline of the dress that would look best with the pendant—yeah, maybe he really kept that in mind, and having you show it off for everyone to see that you are not going to be available in the foreseeable future.

Friday morning came around too quickly, waking up in the comfort of your bed to a message from Simon stating he would be back by the evening for your date.

hair up, or down? natural or should you just go bald? your makeup trials seemed to go wrong each time, from too bold of a color for your features, to barely noticeable blush you tried to add. maybe low heels, and maybe a few other jewelries. your head spun from stress, and it wasn't until your heart began to beat a little too faster that you finally took a break. Relax. you scolded yourself, your own reflection looking back at you as this time you managed to make your eyeliner even on both sides.

it was almost ridiculous, you told yourself, to fret this badly over a date. this isn't just a date, is it? it's the man you claimed to your father you would marry way back then, when you were just a child and caught a glimpse of the man wearing those dad-glasses you quietly make fun of. glancing over at the wall, you cursed when the time was past noon and almost evening. you had to finish now.

in the end, you decided to go for something a little outside of what your usual is, but nonetheless you kept getting complimented by your father as you walked back and forth on the living room. "a doll" he called you, and called Simon a bastard under his breath just in case he fucks up tonight. he gave you a reassuring smile and hid in the kitchen when the door was knocked. with sweaty hands and a heartbeat way above the normal speed, you opened the door to Simon with a smile on your face.

"love," he breathed out, his deep eyes roaming up and down how gorgeous you looked—as always. his hand came up to cradle your cheek, his lips just grazing your lips with a smile. "gorgeous, lovely." he all but purred, making your skin tingle and your face grow hot. you smiled in response, just about to close the gap when you remembered that your father was right there, hidden but there.

Well, the make out could wait until the date.

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

AUGHHH part two is finally here, everyone do a standing ovation

[modmad]

Hi Mod! I've seen a lot of folks sending you love lately, so I thought I'd chip in: you were one of my biggest inspirations for learning to draw back in college. I'd look at your stuff and thought "WHOA that's cool, I wanna make things like that," and eventually I just started working on teaching myself to draw (with a lot of help from my more skilled artist friends, lol).

I'm by no means an amazing artist now, but I've drawn some things that have made people happy - I've drawn birthday cards for people, I draw fanart of Monster of the Week sessions that the other players get a kick out of, I once drew My Little Pony fanart for my partner's 6 y/o niece, etc etc. So I wanted to say thank you for giving me the inspiration to learn how to do that! Drawing really does open up a huge world of possibilities and I'm super happy that I've gotten into it.

Also, I have adored each and every one of your GGG pieces. Please continue making Thespius lose his damn mind over a weird little guy. 100%, A+, no notes.

making art that makes you and other people happy IS AMAZING ART. YOU ARE AN AMAZING ARTIST!!!! CONGRATTERS!!! also im very happy if I helped you to have a good time and create things!!!! yay yay yay *explodes 1 william times

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Well, looks like this is a summer/fall Sterek update, I guess? It definitely has been a very busy few months! >> Stiles and Derek really like ice cream. And ice cream dates. And being dorks. I'm now curious what their favorite ice cream flavors would be. Maybe black raspberry for Derek and anything and everything sweet for Stiles? What would a rainbow kinda ice cream even taste like? >> They also took time during Shark Week in July to celebrate my birthday! Yay! >> Look! The boys have their own name stickers! Very on brand, yes? (These are also part of a project I've been working on since the spring, since yeah...I'm planning to do a smol Sterek merch drop this month. Still working on finer details, but if you like stickers and loose leaf teas, you're lucky! More info coming soon! ) >> September has turned into October so fast. Looks like it's time to enjoy the cooler weather (aka not a heat wave). Let there be pumpkins and spooky things! Stiles demanded he have a pumpkin of his own, since he didn't want to have to share one with Derek. (Do I put faces on them to make jack-o-lanterns? Maybe?) That's a wrap for now. I'm sure the boys will be back soon since October has a lot of things planned! And as always, if you want to keep up with more Sterek mini adventures, follow the #stereksmolshots tag!

[ageless-aislynn]

I finally got one of the "Hey, I'll draw your favorite character, just come over to this site and pay me!" solicitations. I'm not sure if they're bots but am fairly certain they're scammers (I've only ever seen posts saying an artist is accepting commissions but never seen a legit artist straight-up solicit like that).

Anyway, after a few exchanges of vague chit-chat (with me sitting here thinking, "Do I know them? I'm not sure. What if I know them and I've just forgotten???") they say something like, "Here's what I'm working on, check it out!" *sends artwork of scantily clad lady character from a fandom I can't name but know I've seen around*

Me: "Oh, that's very nice."

Them: "Who's your favorite character?"

Me: *light bulb comes on* "I wish I could commission some artwork but right now I just don't have the money, sorry."

Them: "Ohhh, um." (Apparently I wasn't supposed to figure that out so quickly? Yay, me??? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️😉) *sends second drawing of different scantily clad lady* "I do this style, too."

Me: "Yeah, it's really cool. Sorry I just can't right now."

Them: "Can I tell you something?"

Me: *mentally puts on Spartan armor and braces for impact* "Sure."

Them: "You could send me [this much] now and then [this much] later! That way it's not so much money at one time!" *sends third and fourth scantily clad ladies*

Me: "I just can't right now, I'm sorry."

Them: "But [this much] isn't hardly anything at all!"

Me: *means to politely decline again but instead does an absolute horror trauma dump about how much we just spent in home repairs, home insurance, and car insurance, the fact the refrigerator is making an ungodly noise and sounds like it's going to die at any second, it's my birthday next week, I'm probably going to lose my health insurance, which pays for my diabetes medicine, which is very expensive w/o insurance so I'll have to go off it and then, you know, die, I miss my mom and my best friend so much and I'm just so stressed right now I really don't know how much more I can take*

Them: "..."

Them: "..."

Them: "np"

I seriously wasn't intending to do that but, um, thanks, Probably A Scammer, for being my Unintentional Shoulder To Cry On for a second there. Your scantily clad ladies were very nice.

NOTE: I made a picture to go with it. I so legit felt like this, lol.

[selfshipgushing]

OKAY SO MY FIRST ANNIVERSARY WITH MY F/O IS COMING IN LIKE. TWO WEEKS OR LESS. AND SOMETHING I'VE REALLY WANTED TO DO FOR A WHILE NOW BUT HAVE BEEN HOLDING OFF ON TILL "THE RIGHT TIME" (aka an actual event worthy of me making a huge deal about it) WAS TO ACTUALLY HAVE A LITTLE WEDDING FOR US? I MEAN I'VE BEEN CALLING HIM MY HUSBAND THE WHOLE TIME BUT IT'S IN THAT PLAYFUL "WE'RE BOUND BY FATE" KINDA WAY. SO IG HE'S ACTUALLY MY FIANCÉ RN, BUT OH MY GOD I AM SO GIDDY ABOUT BEING ABLE TO SAY HE'S MY HUSBAND AND MEAN IT. SPENT HOURS PUTTING TOGETHER A WHOLE LITTLE THING JUST FOR THAT. LIKE FULL PLANNING AND SCHEDULING, THE WHOLE DEAL. I HAVE SO MUCH ART MADE FOR THIS. I may have went a bit overboard in that regard. Regardless! Excited!

Realistically, of course, I don't think either of us would actually care for a public wedding that much, just a huge hassle — too expensive, too many expectations, often results in heavy amounts of mess to clean after all is said and done, both estranged from our families so our guest pool is incredibly limited anyway, I just don't like weddings — signing the legal paperwork and just heading out for a slightly higher quality dinner or frankly staying home together is much more our style. But I'm nothing if not a slut for the theatrics of it all.

Honestly the timing of it all is Incredibly funny to me because there're just so many little events within the span of this past and current month: New Years, His Birthday, Valentine's, Our Anniversary. He's getting absolutely spoiled with all the stuff I end up doing for him.

— Not adding my sign off to this one because I want EVERYTHING to be a surprise. Sorry for the utter yap session, my asks are usually WAY shorter, I'm just so giddy and excited over this. I have this first of my little seedings into what's to come scheduled to post publicly soon, by then it'll probably be obvious if this isn't already, but oh my GOD I am SO excited to be able to share this finally hehe~

oh yay ! im very excited for u :)

[the-wisteria-library]

dare i ask for little albedo caregiver kaeya

and dare i say padded albedo (also i feel like kaeya wears them too to support albedo !!) baby regressor albedo 2 pls.. hes 1.5 hours old

Yay! First duo post! :3

Lil!Albedo & CG!Kaeya AgeRe Headcanons

Since this is my first time doing more then one character in a single post, I'm gonna switch my style a lil, let's do Albedo first ^^

Regressor Albedo:

—Albedo will vehemently (ooh big word O-O) refuse his regression, to the point he slips at the worst of times! Luckily Sucrose is with him, or the lil man could get hurt.

—Albedo is a totally nonverbal baby, you won't get a word out of him! The only time he'll speak is to ask for Kaeya(Dada).

—Albedo's reckless experiments without proper safety gear have given him some bladder damage, so he's now medically padded. He hates it. Grumpiest boy in Teyvat when he first was told he needed diapers.

—Albedo is a very clingy baby, he'll cry if he's put down, always needs to be held.

—Albedo's Pacifier was actually a birthday gift from Kaeya! He carries it everywhere, even when not small because it reminds him of Kaeya.

Caregiver Kaeya:

—most people assume that Kaeya would be less of a dad and more the "fun uncle" that lets get away with things dad said no on, but he's actually very responsible with his baby.

—Kaeya always has bandaids on him because Albedo almost never stops and treats the injuries he gets from work, which makes for a very upset baby.

—Kaeya is admittedly a very hyper caregiver, which can lead to some adorable mishaps with a low energy baby. Kaeya tries to do fun things with Albedo to show that Kaeya loves him, but Albedo is only a little guy. Albedo understands though, it's just Dada being sillies and getting a little overzealous.(:0 another big word)

—Kaeya has become a living chew toy many times before, Albedo is the "chews on anything but a teether" kind of baby. Kaeya's hair is a personal favorite of the chaos gremlin.

—Kaeya is a clingy caregiver, can't stand not being with his kiddo for more than five minutes. Albedo's just as bad though, so it works out.

Together:

—Kaeya spoils the crap out of this lil man, Albedo has so many toys he doesn't know what to do with half of them. Albedo's favorite is a wooden play set of a chemistry lab, he loves pretending to do his grown-up work without the risk of ouchies!

—Albedo will occasionally get random bursts of energy, which leads to an impromptu game of tag/hide 'n seek. Kaeya says he gets the zoomies.

—Albedo is not a difficult baby when it comes to surrendering his vision (thankfully), Albedo knows or at least understands that it's probably not a good idea for a baby to have a magical relic that holds a god's power.

—Kaeya and Albedo have picnics every week, it's a little tradition of theirs, a time for Albedo to just fully embrace his Littlespace without any worries. In the warm seasons they go to the park, and during the colder ones they stay home and have their picnic in the living room, Albedo gets to stay up and watch cartoons with Dada all night!

—Group naps. Just....Group naps. Imagine; baby Albedo tucked under his Dada's arm nursing his pacifier while Kaeya reads him a story or plays with his hair. If your heart didn't melt visualizing that, congratulations, you have no soul /j

Overall, these two dorks are perfect for each other, 12/10, highly recommend 👌

[spicysix]

girls make me wanna die

"the way we met not so unique / on the internet we make up things / a different story every person we see i'm writing poems and they're all online / under a different name, nothing like mine / i tried to tell her once, on a drunken night / but it came out all fucked like a bad pickup line i don't know when i fell. she doesn't know as well"

rating: T warnings: Eddie's trans in this fic, it's not a major plot point but it is a major Eddie characteristic heh. also, this is an Edancy fic, meaning Eddie and Nancy and i know that's not everyone's cup of tea so please for the love of god if you're not interested in this pairing, keep that to yourself, scroll the page, leave the fic untouched. don't like, don't read, all the maners. i think that's it word count: 6.1k author's note: fic idea and title from the song of the same name by The Aces. written for Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanwork Challenge, for the prompt "rooftops". yes, i know i'm a little bit late (just six months), but it is Summer where i live right now so i think it still counts lmao. thanks again for hosting @thefreakandthehair ♡ also super thanks to my beautiful betas robin (@ronancevibes) and frankie (@blubblesandink) ♡

↳ read on ao3

I DON’T KNOW WHEN I FELL

The first time Eddie saw her, she thought she was a mirage.

It was Steve’s birthday party, and since the guy was still as popular as he used to be in high school, his house was packed. Eddie hadn’t seen her when she first arrived, and she later found out it was because she had been upstairs finishing getting ready with Robin.

But as she came down the stairs, all dolled up, a true femme divinity of Eddie’s most sapphic dreams, the neon lights were hitting her just right in a way that encompassed her with pink, purple and blue all around and it was one of the prettiest sights Eddie had ever seen. Eddie stood right at the end of the stairs and stared up at her, jaw on the floor, probably drooling all over her chin.

She probably could’ve fallen right then and there.

If she hadn’t looked at Eddie, still standing dumbly in the way, up and down with her eyes narrowed and lips turned down into a frown before she opened them to say, with the most velvet smooth, passive-aggressive voice Eddie had ever heard:

“Can you move?”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

Eddie kinda wanted to bitch-slap her for it, but her own body betrayed her as she moved out of the way instantly and she smiled at her — almost fondly, but venomous, also all passive-aggressive and, honestly? Delicious.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie was pissed off and aroused to her deepest corners, and she would later find out that it wouldn’t be the first time Nancy Wheeler would piss her off and still have her do whatever she demanded with that silky way of hers.

Eddie didn’t see her anymore at all after that at the party, and still had no idea who she was for a whole week before she ran into Robin at the grocery store. She asked her who the girl was, describing her looks and clothes. She tried not to be too obvious about her annoyance and also attraction to the mystery girl, and she thought she succeeded because Robin didn’t shoot her one of her bombastic side eyes.

“Oh! Short curly bob, about yay high?” Robin asked, gesturing somewhere around her chin level. Eddie nodded as she turned to pick up some sugar. “Yeah, that’s Nancy.”

Eddie stopped with her hand mid-reach. “Steve’s ex, Nancy?” she asked.

“The one and only,” Robin snickered and Eddie blinked a few times in shock before proceeding with her shopping.

Eddie thought she knew a lot about the infamous Nancy Wheeler, because she had befriended Steve right after Nancy had broken his pure little himbo heart, almost eight years before. She knew Steve and Nancy had worked things out and were friendly now, but didn’t know they were friendly enough for Steve to invite her to his birthday. She shared those thoughts with Robin, who chuckled teasingly.

“Oh, sweet summer child. You have no idea of the intricacies of our friend group, do you?”

That was true. Eddie knew of Steve and Robin’s friend group from their hometown and she knew that it was a whole beautiful mess off queerness, but she hadn’t met anyone but Robin so far, even with the almost eight years of friendship with Steve — and probably only knew her because Steve and Robin were glued at the hip. She knew of Nancy, and of Jonathan, and of course, knewRobin’s girlfriend Vickie, but didn’t know what their intricacies were.

She was honestly a little scared to ask at that point, so she just shrugged and Robin and her continued their shopping talking of other stuff from then on.

She saw Nancy again a couple of months after Steve’s party, because then it was Vickie’s birthday party, and at least this time Chrissy was able to go so Eddie wouldn’t have to be stuck to Robin the whole night.

“I’m so glad I’m not missing this one. I mean, Vickie’s a great girl and of course she’s the main reason, but that Jon boy was looking delicious in the pics Steve posted and I’m so sad I missed seeing him looking like that,” she was rambling on and on about her crush as she reapplied lip gloss on the way to the bar Vickie chose to have her small party at. “Did you meet him at all?”

“No, I only saw him passing by. He did look good, smelled amazing too,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Ugh, you’re no good as a best friend. You know I’ve been in love with him ever since Steve posted that picture last November! You had to befriend him!” she complained but she had a smile on her shiny pink lips.

“You can’t be in love with him, bitch, you don’t even know him,” Eddie replied.

“I so can, bitch. I feel it in my tits,” Chrissy ended the discussion as the Uber parked in front of the bar, and they left it laughing loudly after thanking the driver. “In my heart, I mean. Under the tits. If he’s not here today I’ll leave immediately!”

“I’ll tell the birthday girl you said that,” Eddie sing-sang as she started walking faster towards the bar entrance. Chrissy yelled after her as they walked through the doors still laughing.

To Chrissy’s delight, the Jon boy was there in all his scrawny glory where he sat across from Vickie at the table they reserved for the birthday. Vickie was excitedly talking to him about something, gesturing all around her as Robin looked at her with pathetic heart shaped eyes. Nancy, sitting beside Jonathan, was also paying attention.

No, she was not the first person Eddie noticed.

Eddie and Chrissy approached the table and Steve lit up at the sight of them from where he was sitting on the other side of Vickie.

“There they are! My favorite sapphics club is complete!” he was getting up from his seat as he talked, and Vickie wrapped up her story before getting up to greet them too.

Jonathan turned to Nancy and they whispered between them, and Eddie would’ve thought they were talking about Vickie’s story if Nancy hadn’t shot her a look from over Jonathan’s shoulder. He then looked over too and smirked before turning back to Nancy and saying something that made her hide a laugh behind her wrist.

“Why do you surround yourself with so many sapphics anyway?” Chrissy asked as she and Steve separated from their embrace, and Eddie finally tore her look away from Nancy and Jonathan to hug Vickie tightly.

“It’s the ally in me,” Steve answered and it got him a slap from his favorite sapphic who had also gotten up to greet the newcomers.

“You’re literally queer too,” Robin said as she made grabby hands at Chrissy for her own hug. Steve just cackled and shrugged.

They finished their greetings session and both Eddie and Chrissy handed Vickie their gifts — a matching set of earrings and a necklace — before walking back to the table. Aside from them, Jonathan and Nancy, there were only a couple more people that were introduced as Vickie’s work friends.

“Nice to finally get your name,” Nancy said with a smirk when Vickie introduced her to Eddie.

Eddie narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t ask for it when you were bossing me around like a bitch last time.” Eddie didn’t made clear who the bitch was. It was on purpose.

Nancy’s smile only widened with her answer as Jonathan hid a snort behind a cough.

“She tends to do that,” Steve said as he pulled a chair for Chrissy to sit at beside him.

“Excuse me?” Nancy asked, but she was still clearly being playful.

“Yeah, no, he’s right,” Jonathan said before sipping on whatever drink he had.

Nancy rolled her stupidly beautiful blue eyes. “Love when my exes team up against me.”

Eddie thankfully wasn’t drinking anything yet or she would’ve choked on liquid, and that would be worse than choking on thin air —which she did.

“What?” one of Vickie’s coworkers thankfully asked, and all of the long-time friends laughed together.

“Oh, isn’t that a long story…” Vickie giggled to her friend who just shrugged:

“We do have all night.”

Long story short, they all had had relationships in some way.

Not like Eddie or Chrissy could judge, since they both met Steve on different nights out and they both hooked up with him in the respective back alleys of the clubs they were in, and Chrissy and Robin were definitely flirting before Robin went all monogamist-serious with Vickie. And they wouldn’t judge even if it didn’t make them hypocrites because there was nothing wrong with all that anyway, but that’s an obvious statement.

But none of their things with each other had been serious or even consummated, meanwhile it was kind of funny that Nancy dated Steve and then Jonathan, and Jonathan dated Argyle who had been in the bathroom and appeared in the middle of the story, and who was now on his journey to woo Steve into a relationship, and Nancy and Robin also had a fling at some point and so did Jonathan and Steve.

Eddie felt tired at the end of the retelling and she had been sitting down the whole time.

“Ah yes, the amazing queer experience,” Vickie’s coworker who had initially asked commented at the end of it all.

They all laughed at that and the coworker — Eddie really didn’t get their name — waved a bartender over for some shots. Once they were delivered and everyone had gotten one, Coworker started a toast.

“To Vickie, and her hometown friends who all fucked each other!” they toasted, and everyone laughed louder as they clinked their tiny cups together before throwing the shots back.

Those were just the first shots of many that night, each round with a more ridiculous toast to accompany the ‘To Vickie’ one every time.

After a few hours Chrissy was best friends with Vickie’s coworkers, and Eddie still had no idea what their names were, and instead had found her way in between Jonathan and Argyle as they all talked about photography, an art they all shared their love for. Jonathan was actually a photographer himself. The talk went from classic photography, analog to digital, and just as they started talking about Instagram accounts, Chrissy stopped by, whispered something right by Jonathan’s ear that made him blush, and they left together. Eddie and Argyle traded knowing looks and continued the conversation without the person who had begun it, and soon Nancy took Jonathan’s seat instead.

“What’s the talk?” she asked while sipping her fruity cocktail that Argyle then took from her and drank before answering.

“Our favorite Instagram accounts. We were talking about photography, but…”

“Oh!” Nancy took her phone from the pocket of her dress — a dress with pockets, amazing; Eddie thought — and opened the app. “It’s not photography, but this one is my favorite of all times. It’s so inspiring to me,” she said as she found the profile she was looking for and then turned the screen for Eddie and Argyle to look at.

Eddie had a really hard time trying not to choke on thin air for the second time that evening.

The profile Nancy was showing was a poet’s page, by the name of M.W. and who posted small, handwritten poems with a beige and brown color palette, a drawn sheet ghost as their profile picture. Clearly anonymous, even with hundreds of thousands of followers, the person behind the poems and the page didn’t want people to know who they were.

The person behind the poems and the page was Eddie.

“What-” Eddie tried to talk, failed, cleared her throat and tried again, “What do you like about it?”

Nancy got this look on her face that Eddie hadn’t seen before so far. Something fond and sweet, her blue eyes like pools Eddie wanted to drown in. Her smile was wide and it turned her face to something entirely different, all the sharpness and sarcastic expressions Eddie had been graced with so far transforming into earnest softness.

“I’m a journalist, and I love writing and sharing stories. Poems have always been something I wouldn’t do, because they all seemed so hard and too complex and I always thought ‘normal’ people couldn’t do them,” she explained, looking Eddie in the eye the whole time. She was like Medusa, and Eddie was trapped paralyzed under her stare but with no intention of leaving any time soon. “And then all these modern poets came around on social media, and they have always spoken to me in some ways, but Emme…” She looked down at her phone screen again, that same soft look that made Eddie’s brain short-circuit. “I don’t know what it is, but they talk to me so personally. I love everything they write. They are delicate with words without losing their candidness, and forthright without losing their gentleness. I just… I’m very impressed and inspired by them.”

Maybe it was then.

Eddie, of course, had no idea what to answer to that. She received comments and messages every day about how her writing helped and affected people, but it had never happened in person because no one knew who she was. That was different. Nancy’s words echoed right into her chest, making it swell with pride, but she didn’t know how to respond. She just stared at the girl before her, hoping her expression wasn’t giving her away.

“That’s so nice, dude. They’re really nice poems,” Argyle said as he rolled through M’s feed. “Do you not like them, Eddie?” he asked, and Eddie shook her head to get out of her wandering thoughts before glancing at the screen Argyle was showing her.

She didn’t need to look too hard, she knew every single poem there by heart.

She shrugged. “I don’t… think too hard about poems, I guess,” she lied without thinking, already trying to come up with other topics she could suggest to stir the conversation before she admitted anything.

The only person who knew she was the one behind M.W. was Chrissy, and Eddie wasn’t ready to make it public — probably never would be. The words were too personal, open windows to her soul that she carefully curated, that she poured so much of herself into and she wasn’t ready to share the backstage of.

Eddie saw as Nancy’s eyes hardened again, as she shut her jaw firmly and she felt immediately sorry for her lie. She didn’t want Nancy to retreat, she liked seeing her vulnerable side. The side of Nancy that related to Eddie’s own vulnerability, even if she didn’t know it.

“Too bad.” And then she gave Eddie that sneering look, the same as she did from her superior level at the stairs of Steve’s house, that up-and-down look that made Eddie’s face turn into a scowl instantly.

Both their jaws clenched and they narrowed their eyes at the same time and stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute, before getting up to walk to different directions, headed to different groups of other people to talk to.

“What the hell happened, man?” Argyle whispered softly to himself as he was left alone with all the tension still hanging in the air.

Eddie replayed that conversation in her head for many days after Vickie’s birthday. The gnawing feeling in the bottom of her stomach that threatened to burn her from the inside out appeared every other hour.

Why the fuck did she lie about not liking poems?

She didn’t have to tell them the truth about being M.W., but she could still have said something nice about Nancy’s passion for the poems. Not dismiss it completely, making it seem like she was a total bitch, causing Nancy to go back into her distrust, closing the doors to her vulnerability. Making Nancy think Eddie had no interest in her interests at all, like she was still holding a grudge over nothing, like they couldn’t bond over something they both loved.

The what-ifs and the should-haves kept eating at Eddie’s brain, sometimes so strongly that it was overwhelming, and she didn’t relax even a little bit about it for almost three weeks, when she met Chrissy for their monthly brunch together.

“What’s up with you today?” was the first question Chrissy asked over their mimosas, no need to be at Eddie’s side for long to realize that something was giving her anxiety.

It caused Eddie’s shoulders to slump down and her throat to get a little less constricted. Just knowing Chrissy cared enough about her to notice the small signs of her distress made some of the fog in her brain dissipate. It was easy to tell her everything after that, the scene she had caused, the disappointment in Nancy’s eyes, the way it made Eddie feel like shit. Chrissy heard it all quietly, attentively, as if Eddie’s life depended on it because she knew that Eddie felt like it did at the high of her anxiety.

“I think you like her more than you care to admit,” Chrissy answered at the end of it all.

Eddie didn’t like that Chrissy’s mind went straight into that area instead of comforting Eddie, but she rationally knew that Chrissy wouldn’t bring that up if it wasn’t relevant.

“Chris, I don’t even know her-”

Chrissy interrupted. “And I think you should be honest with her.”

“I can’t tell her-”

She did it again. “I’m not telling you to come out to her as Emme, I’m only saying you could honestly tell her she makes you kinda nervous and you stumbled over your words near her, and you said things you didn’t mean because you couldn’t think through.”

“Can you stop interrupting me!” Eddie whined. “Oh, so I just have to make a fool of myself in front of her? Solid advice, Chris, thanks.”

“Why’d you ask for my help if you’re gonna complain about what I say?” She asked, swirling her cup around.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Chrissy!” Eddie all but shouted, her voice a raspy tone, and Chrissy stopped mid-movement. Eddie instantly regretted it. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. Ugh, I’m so stressed out over nothing.”

She hid her face behind her hand, embarrassment making her cheeks burn up, but she soon felt Chrissy’s cool hand on top of her own. It was soothing once again.

“Sorry I pushed too. It’s not nothing, Eddie, I swear. I still think you can be a little more honest with her if you ever see her again, though,” Chrissy still advised.

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it,” Eddie answered.

“And I still think you like Nancy more than you want to admit,” Chrissy continued.

Eddie let her hands fall from her face and stared into Chrissy’s blue pools. They reminded her of other blue pools.

Nancy’s pool blue eyes hardening over Eddie’s words, the way her jaw shut tight, the clinical look she shot at her. Nancy’s pool blue eyes softening over talking about Eddie’s words, the blush on her cheeks, the adoring speech she gave about Eddie’s soul without even knowing.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right about that too,” Eddie finally admitted.

Maybe it was then.

Summer was approaching and as the temperatures started to rise Steve hyped them all up for a lake day. Eddie took Chrissy, Robin, Vickie and Jonathan in her van; and Steve, Argyle and Nancy went in his car. They all brought snacks and smuggled drinks amongst card games and inflatable buoys.

The lake wasn’t packed because summer vacations still hadn’t started and the middle schoolers, high schoolers and college students still weren’t free to enjoy the scalding Sun and the cold water, so Steve’s idea was great after all.

Eddie waited until the Sun wasn’t at its peak to venture under its rays, because she was as pale as a vampire and the Sun was a menace to her just the same as it was to the blood-sucking monsters. She’d burn instantly. So she covered herself in sunblock, hid under the shadow of a big tree with one of Wayne’s old caps on her head and a book in her hands, and watched as her group of people had their fun.

Steve and Chrissy were playing with a volleyball in the sand, while Argyle and Vickie went against Jonathan and Robin in a game of chicken in the water with Nancy as the referee. Eddie had fun people-watching, and when it came to some of her new favorite people it was even better.

As midday approached, they all gathered under the barely-there shadow to eat their snacks and escape the dangerous Sun beams at their high. Argyle had some pre-baked space brownies for dessert and they all shared stories and laughed about nonsense. Eddie felt happy that she and Chrissy were finally being more included into the lives of Steve and Robin, and that their friends came along. It felt like they had always belonged there, as a full group. It was amazing.

When both the Sun and Eddie weren’t as high anymore, she finally felt safe enough to take off her shirt and cap. With another sunscreen layer applied, she stretched a bit before asking Chrissy to join her at the shallow ends of the lake. The pebbles hurt her feet in a good way and the smell of damp earth was refreshing.

“How’s it going?” Chrissy asked.

Eddie looked at her and saw that she was staring ahead. She followed the line of vision and saw Nancy taking a few laps in the deeper parts of the water. She instantly knew what Chrissy was asking.

“I might have been stalking too much on Instagram,” she answered, and Chrissy cackled.

“Does she follow you?”

“Uh, no. Her profile’s open,” she finished and Chrissy almost choked on her laughter.

Eddie tried to hide her smile, but Chrissy’s snorts were endearing even if they were at her expense.

“What are we laughing so hard about?” The subject of the conversation appeared out of nowhere, Robin and Vickie behind her as they approached.

Chrissy laughed harder.

“Uh, just this dude. You guys don’t know him.” Eddie tried to act casual, but Nancy’s raised eyebrow showed she wasn’t buying. Thankfully, she also didn’t press further. “Uh. Nice bikini,” she pointed at Nancy’s torso, immediately regretting it.

Nancy looked down, as if she didn’t remember what she was wearing. There was nothing special about it, just a different color in each of the little triangles covering Nancy’s breasts, but now all the attention was in it, on them, and Eddie felt like a complete fool. If she wanted Nancy not to know about her stupid not-crush, talking about her fucking boobs wasn’t the best course of action.

“Thanks?” she said, kind of asked, as her answer to Eddie’s random compliment. “Yours is pretty too.” She smiled sweetly, and Eddie was a hundred percent sure she didn’t deserve that kindness.

“Not just the bikini,” Vickie whispered a little too loud, causing Chrissy to fall into her laughing fit again. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That was so out of pocket.” Her freckled face was all red, and Robin was hiding a grin under her hand, and Nancy was suddenly looking at the water, brows pinched, pink cheeks, perched lips.

Interesting, Eddie thought.

“Ah, don’t be,” she answered Vickie. “I paid a hell of a price for them, they’re supposed to be admired.”

“Wait until you’re at a level three friendship clearance and you’ll get to see them uncovered. Maybe even touch,” Chrissy said, still in between chuckles.

“Well, yeah, I want to show them off!” Eddie spoke up.

Nancy coughed loudly. “I’ll go back to the-” she stopped herself and never finished her sentence before practically running back to the water, her body curving in a beautiful dive once she was deep enough.

Eddie felt glad she was still wearing her shorts, cause the tightness in them could get a little uncomfortable.

“You guys are funny,” Robin said, arm draped over Vickie’s shoulder, and her pointed look at Eddie’s profile seemed to mean something more.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

Robin chuckled a little louder. “You and Nancy would get along real well if you stopped dancing around each other,” she answered.

Eddie bit the inside of her cheek before turning to look at the lake again. Nancy wasn’t doing laps anymore, instead she was talking to the boys. As if she felt Eddie’s eyes on her, she also turned to look back to the shore, and her gaze met Eddie’s.

She smiled so sweetly. As if Eddie had never insulted her, as if her vulnerability had never been hidden, she smiled the same way Eddie saw her smile when she talked about M.W’s words.

Maybe it was then.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie lied, without ending her eye contact with the girl on the water, and her senses were so focused on only her that she didn’t even hear Robin and Chrissy’s snickering.

She really had to stop dancing.

Chrissy went to Eddie’s house and ruined her life on a simple Friday.

“You’re being so dramatic,” Chrissy said while Eddie paced around her living room, fingers tangled in her hair, and her phone still in Chrissy’s hand.

Eddie knew it had been a horrible idea to download Tinder to get over her not-crush on Nancy, and she knew it had been a horrible idea to tell Chrissy about it — but she went ahead and did both of those things anyway.

It started harmless enough, Eddie and Chrissy sat side by side, a bottle of wine shared with no need for glasses, a random movie on the TV as background noise. Chrissy giving her input on Eddie’s bio, her picture choices, the people she swapped right or left.

It started harmless enough, until Nancy’s profile showed up.

Only a few miles away, a stunning profile picture that made Eddie’s heart almost crack her ribcage, a bio that Eddie couldn’t even read entirely because suddenly her phone wasn’t in her hands anymore, and Chrissy was locking herself in the bathroom.

No amount of Eddie’s banging on the door made her get out, not until she felt like her mission was complete, not until after she swiped right on Nancy.

And then Eddie was spiraling, pacing around her living room while Chrissy finished whatever wine was left in the bottle, the movie had ended on the TV and Tinder was left open and forgotten on Eddie’s phone.

“You acted like a bitch and you know it,” Eddie said, and Chrissy only huffed. “Christine!”

“Calm down, I’ve told you already! It’s not like-” she paused mid sentence when the phone screen lit up. Chrissy’s eyes grew comically larger, and she bit her bottom lip tightly, the skin under her teeth going pale. “So, about that-”

“Christine!” Eddie yelled again, throwing herself on the couch and aiming for the phone already. “Please, for the love of god and all that is holy, please tell me she didn’t just-”

“You have a match,” Chrissy confirmed Eddie’s worst nightmares.

“FUCKING HELL!”

It was undeniable, right at the center of the screen, big bold letters in a way that Eddie couldn’t blame on drunkenness because she hadn’t even drank that much. She had a match with Nancy Wheeler.

“Why is that a bad thing? You have a crush on her anyway, you just learned it’s reciprocated?” Chrissy asked, already getting up to fetch another wine bottle.

“What if it’s a joke. What if she swiped in the wrong direction as an accident. What if she sat on her phone and butt-matched me. What-”

“Eddie, stop spiraling,” Chrissy told her, a new wine bottle in her hands that she passed to Eddie in exchange for the phone again. “We’ll keep watching whatever movie this is,” she checked the TV, saw the movie was over, “We’ll watch whatever other random movie and get your head out of this and tomorrow you’ll wake up renewed and look at this situation with fresh eyes and see it’s not that bad. Okay?”

“You just don’t want me to yell at you ‘cause you know it’s your fault,” Eddie grumbled.

“I won’t lie to you, my best friend, that is partly the reason.” Chrissy chose another random movie without really checking what it was. “But I also really don’t think it’s such a big deal.”

“Whatever,” Eddie whined again, but draped her head on Chrissy’s shoulder when she sat beside her.

She was warm, and smelled of berries and coconut, and she had Eddie’s phone so she couldn’t do anything stupid, and she usually knew better. She was probably right. Eddie let herself be comforted in the presence of Chrissy’s calming aura.

Eddie ended the night having no idea what the movie was about, her mental state a little over tipsy and a little under drunk, her phone back in her hands and the Tinder conversation with Nancy Wheeler opened.

She came to learn a lot in between one and six A.M., the time she spent talking to Nancy while Chrissy still snored beside her.

Nancy had a younger brother and a younger sister.

She loved ballet.

Her favorite singer was Madonna.

Her parents were divorced, and the day they told her the news was one of the best days of her life.

Some of her hobbies included journaling, roller skating, and painting her nails.

Her best friend was named Barb, and she was studying abroad for her PhD.

She legally owned a gun. That was terrifying. (And also a little hot.)

She had never used it, though. But felt safe having it.

She was power driven, passion driven, a force to be reckoned with, and kind and sweet while doing it all.

Maybe it was then.

Neither of them acknowledged the fact that they both had been assholes to each other, and just accepted the Tinder match as if it had been nothing more. Nancy had started the conversation as if they had already texted before, and Eddie just rolled with it.

They talked all night, and Eddie could’ve kept talking to her if she hadn’t passed out from sleep deprivation and alcohol consumption.

She only noticed the next afternoon, when she woke up, that she tried telling Nancy she was M.W. at the peak of her insanity, but thankfully had never sent the message.

She deleted it and said nothing else instead.

Eddie saw Nancy sooner than she expected — and, honestly, sooner than she was ready to.

She and Nancy hadn’t talked after that day, not at all, not on Tinder and not on Instagram after they followed each other. Nancy liked a couple of Eddie’s pictures and stories, and Eddie liked some of her stuff back, but that was it.

She thought it had dwindled out, she was too much of a coward to pull Nancy back to a conversation and thought Nancy had no interest when she also made no move to message Eddie again.

Eddie was nursing a minor heartache when she asked Chrissy to go with her to a party one of her neighbors invited her to merely a week later. It was at the rooftop of another building, fairy lights still turned off during the day but they would look beautiful by night, the Sun was warm and they had punch, so Eddie thought it to be the perfect place and opportunity to get her mind off of Nancy Wheeler.

Imagine her surprise to see Nancy Wheeler there?

Chrissy spotted her immediately, elbowing Eddie until she noticed too. She looked beautiful under the sun, all sparkly makeup and flowy dress and pulled-up hair. And Chrissy gave Eddie no time to think or react before pulling her by the hand straight into Nancy’s direction where she was talking to a short-haired girl.

“Christine, stop, what if they’re-”

“Nancy! Hi!” Chrissy didn’t let Eddie pour out her negative thoughts, and instead called to the source of all of Eddie’s most recent problems.

“Chrissy!” she smiled, oh so pretty. “And Eddie!”

Eddie didn’t want to get all delusional, but she felt like Nancy’s smile to her was wider than the one to Chrissy.

Chrissy hugged her, and soon came Eddie’s turn, and if she put a little more strength into her arms, and if she made it last just a second longer, and if she carefully sniffed Nancy’s hair — well, that’s her problem.

“So nice to see you two. This is Barb!” She looked at Eddie as she said it, maybe to see if Eddie remembered that conversation, and Eddie could never lose that opportunity.

She took a deep breath, inhaled some courage from the air, turned to Barb and said, “Heard only the greatest things about you.”

Barb smiled, and so did Nancy, and maybe, yeah, maybe Eddie was a little delusional and maybe she was a little biased but Nancy’s smile was wider and prettier and more important.

She touched Eddie’s arm after she hugged Barb, and she looked Eddie right in the eyes and there was something there —  some gratitude, some recognition, Eddie wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there.

And maybe it was then.

“So… what about that poem page? Still digging it?” Eddie asked hours later, when Chrissy was hooking up with a stranger in the bathroom and Barb had gone home already.

Nancy turned to pay attention to her immediately. They were leaning against the rooftop’s half-walls, Eddie’s jean jacket over Nancy’s naked shoulders cause there was a funny cold little breeze.

“Yeah, of course,” Nancy answered. Her eyes were sparkling, and the sun was setting, and the fairy lights were on.

She looked breath-taking.

“Still your favorite?” Eddie asked again, just because she needed to have that little pinch of Nancy Wheeler’s approval, even if Nancy had no idea.

“Still my favorite,” Nancy answered again, her eyes narrowing but smile widening a bit. “You still hate poetry?” she asked instead, and the slight twitch in the corner of her mouth was the only hint that she wasn’t as serious, that she was just teasing.

“I don’t hate poetry,” Eddie said with an accompanying eye roll and a small smile of her own. “I actually envy them. I wish I could say stuff that makes you feel… the way you feel. Instead of constantly annoying you.”

She kept a smirk as she said it, but it was a deeply honest confession. Of course, it was her words making Nancy feel the way she felt. But Nancy didn’t know that, and if she didn’t know that, did it really count?

Nancy’s expression softened as Eddie said it, those blue pools opening up for her again. Eddie felt like she would never get tired of it.

“You don’t constantly annoy me, just sometimes… most of the time,” she teased and nothing about her face said sarcasm and Eddie smiled wide back at her.

Nancy’s hand found Eddie’s, her fingers small and delicate and they fit right in between Eddie’s fingers, and it felt like it was meant to be, like the perfect puzzle pieces. There was music somewhere around them, lots of chatter from all the other people, but it all felt so distant as Nancy held Eddie’s hand so tight it almost hurt but it didn’t because it was her.

Maybe it was then.

Eddie wasn’t sure when she fell for Nancy Wheeler, but she knew for sure that’s when their story really started.

SHE DOESN’T KNOW AS WELL

Six months later

“I knew it already,” she said.

Her hair was a bit longer by then, curling around her head like an aura and getting all knotted up right with Eddie’s hair as they laid side by side in bed. The air smelt like sex, like them, and the streets outside the window were quiet in the middle of the night.

“The fuck you did,” Eddie answered.

“I’m an investigative journalist, Eddie, of course I knew you were Emme like, two weeks after we started dating.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said, and Nancy snorted. She knew Eddie wasn’t actually mad. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Nancy instantly sobered up. “Cause it’s important to you. I wanted you to tell me, whenever you were ready. That’s your soul, Ed.”

It definitely wasn’t then, it had been long ago.

But it was then that Eddie confessed it, out loud, almost screaming in a whisper:

“I love you.”

Nancy smiled, her blue eyes two huge pools of vulnerability, that sweetness that poured out of her like honey.

“I don’t know when this happened. But. I love you too, of course.”

[nagujake]

୨⎯Orange and White Daffodils Part 2⎯୧

pairing: coworker!sunoo x obsessedfem!reader

synopsis: You loved Kim Sunoo, and you maybe he loved you too?

word count: 1.6k

warnings: obsessive/stalker behavior

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

part one

You hadn’t seen Sunoo in a week, he also hadn’t been showing up for his shifts all week. You figured he must just be overwhelmed, I mean he did just fall in love with you and that can be a lot sometimes. You went to his house everyday to leave him the usual flowers and a note, but the lights never seemed to be on. It absolutely killed you not seeing your sweet boy for so long but your imagination was good, if not great and you imagined him with you everyday. This brought a smile to your face, a content sigh leaving your lips as you handed a customer their bouquet of roses. They had been going on and on about how it was their significant other’s birthday today and he wanted to get her nothing but the best flowers. You smiled politely but honestly, you didn’t like roses and that’s because Sunoo doesn’t really like them either. 

You watched as your customer left and your boss cleared his throat “I’m heading out for the day” you checked the clock on the wall and furrowed your brows “you’re supposed to close aren’t you? Am I needing to stay all day?” He smiled and shook his head “No. Sunoo texted me and let me know that he’s going to be coming in today. He should be here in like 20 minutes” You immediately perked up and smiled. “Aw yay. I missed my boy” you mumbled to yourself, your heart thumping quickly in your chest. Your boss left swiftly and you aimlessly wasted time by walking around and watering some of the flowers. 

The chimes over the front door rang, making you jump and turn towards the noise. There he was, in all his glory, Sunoo. He didn’t make eye contact with you as he walked behind the counter but that was okay. You glanced at the sweater he wore, a bright yellow one with white stripes. It was your favorite and you always told him that when he wore it, he must’ve worn it just for you today. Admiring him as he walked through the store, the sun beaming in, making him look like he was glowing. You skipped through the shop and up to the counter, a wide smile plastered on your lips. “Hey Sunoo, I missed you!” He took a sharp breath “hey y/n” you casually bit your lip “you haven’t been here in so long! Have you been feeling okay?” He only nodded and sat down, pulling out his phone. You watched him with eager eyes, waiting for him to give you some sort of attention. Briefly glancing up at you, he noticed your staring and he put his phone down. “Yeah?” You shook your head “oh I just- normally you’re more talkative” He scoffed “I don’t really have anything to say to you” your heart dropped, after all the love you’ve given him, he doesn’t wanna talk to you? 

You could feel tears poking at your eyes and you tried to blink them away. “Why are you about to cry?” You pushed out your bottom lip in a pout as tears started to fall down your cheeks “you hate me. After everything I’ve done for you” He crossed his arms and stared at you “everything you’ve done for me? You’ve been stalking me y/n”. You wiped your eyes quickly, taking a deep breath and reaching out for him, taking his hands in yours. “Sunoo, i didn’t stalk you, i just wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. You’re my boy”. He pulled his hands out from under yours and casually messed with his hair. “You wanna spend time with me so badly? Come to my place later, we need to talk” You immediately cheered up, a bright smile creeping onto your face. “You want me to come over?” All he did was nod “I’m off at 7, meet me there”. You turned away from him, you wanted to scream and jump all around, he wanted you to go to his house! He wanted to spend more time with you!

You were at Sunoo’s before he was, sitting on his doorstep waiting patiently, heart racing out of your chest. “Hey” you turned your head quickly, eyes meeting his, a soft smile on his face. “Hi” you stood and let him pass you to unlock the front door. “You’re pretty familiar with the outside so you might as well see the inside too”. His little remark made him giggle. You loved when he laughed, he had a habit of hovering his hand over his mouth as he laughed and you thought it was the cutest thing. 

Walking inside, he flipped the light switch, illuminating the room in a soft amber glow. You took a look around, his home being exactly as you thought it would be- pretty minimalistic, but a few art pieces hung here and there and color was scattered randomly throughout. “This is exactly what I thought your place would look like, it’s very you” you said softly as you casually ran your hand over the orange curtains. He smiled back at you, placing his jacket down over the back of one of the dining room chairs. He sighed softly before speaking “are you hungry or anything?” You quickly shook your head with a smile “I’m good, thank you”. He nodded and walked into the kitchen, you following slowly behind him. “I’m gonna make some tea, do you want some?” Shaking your head again, he only nodded as he maneuvered around his kitchen, preparing some tea. You watched for a few moments before clearing your throat “you said we needed to talk, what about?” He turned towards you with a soft smile “We will get to that later, okay? For now, you can just relax on the couch or something”. You looked at him for a few seconds longer, then turned towards the couch. 

“I’m gonna go change, I’ll be back. You can explore around the house if you want.” You smiled and nodded at him as he walked down the hallway, turning into what you can only assume is his bedroom. You moved carefully around the living room and dining room, admiring the art work and pictures he had sitting on shelves and hanging on the walls. You stopped at a small floating shelf leading into the hallway, eyes inspecting the picture sitting upon it. It was Sunoo, standing along with an older man and woman, probably his parents. This brought a soft smile to your face. You didn’t know much about his personal life so seeing a bit of it made you feel happy. 

Turning to your left, you looked towards the dark hallway, where Sunoo had gone. While he was away, you decided to search around for the bathroom just to waste some time. There were 3 doors in the hallway, as you made your way to the nearest one, you quietly and slowly turned the knob, pushing open the door but what you found was definitely not the bathroom.  

You widened your eyes in shock, taking a long look around the room. Swallowing your saliva, you took a step in. There were pictures of you- everywhere. All of the flowers and notes you had ever given Sunoo were scattered about. The walls were lined with dried flowers hanging from them. You took a deep breath, how were you supposed to feel in a moment like this? Shock, fear? But you were confused. You took a step closer to one of your pictures hanging there and pulled it from the wall to inspect it “that’s one of my favorites” you jumped and took a step deeper into the room, turning to look at the doorway where the voice had come from. Sunoo approached you with a smile and took the picture out of your hand “you look so happy, in that gorgeous blue sundress you wear sometimes” You stood expressionless, staring at him. Almost all of the pictures in the room were pictures you did not take, and you were not aware anyone was even taking them of you. “Sunoo, what is all this?” His full lips lifted into a wider smile “I’ve taken some beautiful photos of you y/n and I’ve kept every single bouquet you’ve ever gotten me. I like to dry them out so I can hang them” You glanced around the room again, noticing pictures of you, in your apartment. None scandalous or compromising, but taken when you were doing things like making food or simply just lighting a candle. “I didn’t know you were taking pictures of me. How long have you been following me around and doing this?” He brought his finger to his lips in thought “Hmm maybe like 8 months, which is conveniently right around the same time you started leaving these flowers at my door”. You bit your lips anxiously “did you know it was me?” He giggled softly “no, I didn’t but honestly, I had a feeling” he nodded along with his words before approaching you. Taking your hands in his, he smiled. “This all just works out perfectly though, huh?” You wiggled your fingers around his, just staring at your hands, a small smile on your face. “I knew you liked me back, Sunoo. I knew you loved me” He removed one of his hands from yours and lifted your chin to look at him. “I do love you, y/n. And now we can be together forever. Now that I have you right where I've always wanted you, you’re never leaving me now”.

[thankeschoen]

yay happy birthday!! happytday!!! happy week!!! o(≧▽≦)o o(≧▽≦)o o(≧▽≦)o

ヽ⁠(⁠｡⁠◕⁠o⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠.

[lunarsun12]

Sunoo Nemesis

Masterlist

Next Episode

Sunoo has been on YouTube reading comments from his beloved fans. Until he found that video is in the number 1 top video for the week, which bumped his video to number 2. Obviously Sunoo won’t stand for it cause the number 1 is his and only his! He decided to call on his family for help

Let’s see how the family reaction towards Sunoo dramatic text

Enhyphen Family Main Chat

Today 6:00am

Sunoo☀️: WAKE UP!

Sunoo☀️: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY

Sunghoon❄️: Really Sunoo? Stop yelling, you woke me up!

Sunoo☀️: Hang on let me press call

*Sunoo☀️ has made a call*

Niki🕺: SUNOO WHY CALL AT 6am!?

Jake🐶: Is it time for school now?

Jake🐶: Hang on this is the weekend

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Niki are you alright?

Niki🕺: Yes I’m alright but not happy as somone press the call button

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: It was Sunoo? I thought it will be you…

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: You made a call once here and I thought it was you again

Niki🕺: That was an accident, I butt dial on accident

Heesung🦌: Why is sunoo calling?

Sunoo☀️: Great! I got you all attention now

Sunoo☀️: I’m in crisis! Someone is outshining me! That person beat my view count

Sunghoon❄️: Oh that…I like that channel

Sunoo☀️: YOU SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE

Sunoo☀️: I NEED Y’All help to take down that channel

Jake🐶: That sounds mean, that person worked hard

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: I’m not helping you, your appa will beat me to death

Heesung🦌: Same me more! He could never lay a finger on you Jungwon

Niki🕺: I don’t want to help-

Niki🕺: You already ruined my sleep, why should I help you?

Sunoo☀️: Cause I am cute 🥰

Sunoo☀️: Niki you have to help me, I am using my special card on you

Niki🕺: Why did I gift that card on his birthday

Sunoo☀️: Also Sunghoon, doesn’t have a choice. He still have to listen to me after accusing me stealing his ice skates last week

Sunoo☀️: So now that leaves Jake?

Jake🐶: I don’t want to do it. It’s bad poor guy will be so upset

Sunoo☀️: C’mon it will be fun! If you don’t help, I will post on social media that you kidnapped someone dog

Jake🐶: I DIDN’T KIDNAPPED SOMEONE DOG. IT WAS LOST AND I WAS LOOKING FOR THE OWNER

Sunoo☀️: That not the what the internet people will say

Jake🐶: You…fine I help

Sunoo☀️: Yay! I’m so glad you all voluntarily helped me 😇

Jake🐶: What the channel name anyways?

Sunoo☀️: It called Kai Detective Channel

Sunghoon❄️: It’s the video went viral, where the dad has to break up fight in the background

Sunghoon❄️: The dad is the famous MC called Soobin. He is a legend

Sunoo☀️: YAH S U N G H O O N STOP APPRECIATING THAT CHANNEL

Sunghoon❄️: Sigh, let me rephrase ‘this channel is ew’

Niki🕺: You guys this channel lame, lots of people are commenting about his Appa in the background

Jake🐶: I want to be friends with Kai, he seems so fun to be around with minus the werid people in the background

Sunoo☀️: HEY YOU ALL SUPPOSED TO HELP ME. STOP LIKING HIS CHANNEL

Sunghoon❄️: What’s there to help? You are just being dramatic

Jake🐶: Would be easier if you confront him

Sunoo☀️: OH MY GOSH THAT A GOOD IDEA. I WILL CONFRONT THAT KAI PERSON AND TEAR HIM TO SHREDS

Sunoo☀️: I’m a genius

Niki🕺: Jake is the genius here

Sunghoon❄️: Let him have it, he will argue non stop now

Sunoo☀️: Im gonna confront Kai

Many many hours later

Jay😴: What happened?

Heesung🦌: How can you sleep through the loud call?

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: Hyung remember Jay hyung slept through the fire alarm. The fireman has to carry him out whilist sleeping

Jungwon🐈‍⬛: He can sleep though anything

Heesung🦌: Point taken

Jay😴: My child taken revenge? That my child getting rid of the competitor

Heesung🦌: Why are you encouraging this? This is why, they are chaotic because of you

Heesung🦌: You let them get away too much

Jay😴: That business for you, you will never understand

Jay😴: Let me find Sunoo, so I can help with his plan

[jaded-quill]

Finally feeling better. My temp is back down to normal. yay! (Now to figure out what caused it.)

Work on "Path of Redemption" continues. Next chapter should be out on Friday as promised. I'm also doing last-minute rush stuff for my D&D campaign on Saturday, but since that's mostly pulling together battle map tokens, my writing energy should be fine.

When I got back to doing edits/re-writes for the next part, I thought I'd be doing a lot more rewriting. As it stands, I have to make one section fit in the flow of the rest better, and tweak one convo between Dean and Cas, but otherwise it's going better than expected.

Next chapter should come together fairly easily, already has started well, but my SIL just got covid. Though my brother, SIL and almost 2 y/o niece have all had it before, my 70 y/o parents who babysit 4 days a week have not, and have been waiting for Ontario to finally drop the new vaccine. (Miracle they haven't gotten it yet, tbh. At least not asymptomatically. I finally got it for my birthday in May.) So if they get sick, I'll be heading over to take care of them. Which will probably be exhausting, mostly from forcing them to rest and hydrate, and hopefully I don't end up with covid twice in one year.

*sigh*

So, fingers crossed my folks are still immune. Otherwise the odds are there will be more delays. If they sleep a lot and co-operate, writing might actually proceed on schedule, but who knows?

But gosh darn-it, I will be doing my damnedest to keep this updating regularly. Without sacrificing quality, of course.

[lunarruled]

GET TO KNOW ABC’S : MUN EDITION.

» REPOST, don’t reblog

A. age: 41

B. birthplace: Upper Darby Pennsylvania

C. current time: 8:30 p.m.

D. drink you had last: Kool-Aid flavored Water (cherry)

F. favorite current song(s): What I Want by Morgan Wallen and Tate McRae

E. easiest person(s) to talk to: My bestie, my mom and a few people on here!

G. goals: Get out of the place I'm currently living in. A better job. Learn to be less anxious. Long life and happiness.

H. horror yes or horror no: HELL YES

I. in love ?: With like ten different dudes lmao (no, those are just my fictional husbands)

J. jealous of people: Maybe not so much the person, but where they are in life or things they've accomplished that I wish I could.

K. kissed someone recently?: HAHA no

L. love at first sight or should I walk by again?: That's cute but no. Lust at first sight yes.

M. middle name: I actually don't have one!

N. number of siblings: None

O. one wish: That I can some day make my parents proud and give back to them all that they've given me.

Q. questions you’re always asked: Did getting your tongue pierced hurt? Wait, you're how old?! Are you mad because you're so short?

S. song you last sang: We Ain't by The Game ft. Eminem (didn't really sing to it but I tried to rap along lol)

T. top 3 fictional characters: Murphy MacManus (he's the one that pulled me into the Reedus love), Sonic the Hedgehog (first game I played on my Sega and it had me hooked) and Charmander (always chose him as my starter).

U. unexperienced or experienced writer: I'd say experienced since I've been writing my whole life.

V. vacation: My family and I used to go down the shore every summer, but my favorite was the two weeks I spent down in Florida with my bestie and some friends!

W. when’s your birthday: November 26th

X. x - rays: My teeth and my back constantly (I have scoliosis pretty bad)

Y. your favorite food: Pizza (not picky with the toppings, but NO pineapple please!) and homemade Italian dishes.

Z. zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Tagged by: @myriadxofxmuses (yay thank you friend!) Tagging: Anyone that hasn't done this yet!

[laughaprist]

about me ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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hi im lyn.... yay!

this is my about me! i love a lot of things so there is a lot

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i'm an asexual lesbian. she/her or he/him pronouns, i don't really care!!!! my birthday is april 16th. aries!!! i am an INFJ-T. i LOVEEE writing. wanna be an author one day :3

i edit! love editing.... my edits

i talk a lot lyn yaps

lyn 2025 bingo card

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my interests⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ lots of yap... youve been warned

fandoms ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ׂ╰┈➤ temprist | temprist tagged

✧.* ive been watching temprist since about late 2020 - early 2021. i started making fan content in mid 2022 and started posting that content in mid 2023. whenever i edit the edit is most likely temprist related. love temprist....

ׂ╰┈➤ laughability | laughability tagged

✧.* do not ask me when i started watching laughability because i do not know. he spawned into my life one day and hes now in my skin. help.

(fun fact.... laughaprist is laughability and temprist combined)

- ive had ppl ask if it was a ship thing but NOOO (they are real people and thats like actually weird) … laugh and temp were just my favorite youtubers when i first created my tiktok account, it would’ve been tempability but that was taken :o

ׂ╰┈➤ valley smp | vsmp tagged

✧.* AAAAAAAAA (im so normal about valley smp). i got into valley smp in winter 2021 and i have loved it ever since then. thank you valley smp temprist for saving my life.

ׂ╰┈➤ TGS / the glass scientists | tgs tagged

✧.* ive actually gotten into this fandom fairly recently! around august 2024. thanks ace (and fritz) for getting me into this on a random sunday. in case you don't know what tgs is : its a jekyll and hyde inspired webcomic!!!!! love tgs

ׂ╰┈➤ the owl house | toh tagged

✧.* i started watching toh in april 2023 and i finished it february 2024. it took me so long because i only watched 8 episodes in 2023 and then i speedran the rest of the series in a week in february. yay! im hunterimhunterimhunterim

ׂ╰┈➤ adventure time | adventure time tagged

✧.* i finished watching in late 2022!!! i love adventure time and fionna and cake i loveiloveilove

ׂ╰┈➤ dog man/captain underpants | dm tagged / cu tagged

✧.* been a fan of dog man since like 2017?? recently got back into both captain underpants and dog man though!!!

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music .ೃ࿐

ׂ╰┈➤ taylor swift | ts tagged

✧.* i have been a swiftie my whole life (basically)!! ive been to the reputation tour and the eras tour. 2 best nights of my life. evermore on top (i missed an evermore surprise song by ONE night... loml...).

: ̗̀➛ fav song: closure + i wish you would

ׂ╰┈➤ phoebe bridgers | pb tagged

✧.* i ACTUALLY started listening to phoebe in early 2024. scott street was on my playlist for the LONGEST time and one day i was like "i love this song i wonder if this artist has more songs like this" boom. pow. im now in the top 0.05% of listeners for i know the end

: ̗̀➛ fav song: i know the end + chinese satellite

ׂ╰┈➤ mitski | mitski tagged

✧.* been listening since 2022!! laurel hell is so underrated everyone stream laurel hell right now

: ̗̀➛ fav song: valentine, texas + when memories snow + i'm your man

ׂ╰┈➤ coldplay | coldplay tagged

✧.* clocks was my favorite song in 2022 fight me. i collect cds and parachutes was the first cd that i ever had. love coldplay

: ̗̀➛ fav song: clocks + everythings not lost

ׂ╰┈➤ chappell roan | chappell tagged

✧.* started listening in march of 2024! im also a lesbian so

: ̗̀➛ fav song: california + good luck babe

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my au's ೃ⁀➷

ׂ╰┈➤ TVS / the valley scientists | tvs tagged

✧.* au that me and my friend (@ender-cloud) are making! its valley smp but the glass scientists. yippeee!!!!! @the-valley-scientists heres the blog for it!

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my oc's ☆.｡.:*

ׂ╰┈➤ oc stuff tagged

✧.* i havent really posted about them yet but! i will. hopefully

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✧.* back to welcome ✧.* other socials ✧.*

[lovinggreeniehours]

1,4, 7, and 14 for the self insert ask? :D (@comfortingstars)

yay more asks :D i went and picked trese because 7 is a funny question for him

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

okay his name is trese, his birthday is october 2nd like mine. he's about 5'5"

in terms of origin, he was a wind spirit like venti. some time during the archon war, he ran to liyue and got caught up in the war there anyway 😭 eventually, he became an adeptus, and as time went on, he earned the title "the unlucky wind"

4. would you be considered a main character, side character, villain, or something else?

um. tutorial character HGSGKJFSH /hj

i guess side character? but he's like paimon :') he accompanies the traveler and gives exposition, but i guess he does have his own character things (xiao subplot cough cough backstory and etc) and he's capable of causing shenanigans so yeah. fun :')

random screenshot insert because. paimon&trese is funny hgssgjjgsdgh

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

general answer i feel like. trese might have. several? of those? i can't think of any (playable at least) that currently like him in that way because the thing is, trese is a big flirt. and he is willing to date like. anyone who likes him. just to see what would happen hgsdhjgdsfgh

FUNNIER answer: i didn't always have multiple s/is for genshin, and originally it was just trese. but i still had so many crushes all over the place so me and my friends used to joke that trese was mr worldwide or something 😭 and then i just. kind of kept some of that HFSFJJFSFHJ in my defense it's hilarious

my boy has um. 7425885346437 exes. give or take HFSFJJFSDHJ /hj including but not limited to venti and alhaitham(SOMEHOW). diluc was also in that roster until i gave him over to dammerlicht

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

given that he's immortal and runs all over the place i think he tends to pick up stuff and then drop it in a week 😭

one thing that he tends to do is collecting memorabilia. especially cool rocks and shells hfsdgjhfsdghj he also does flower pressing! :D he has an entire section in his abode for his collections. it looks like a museum at this point though considering how long he's added to it,,

other things he tends to do is monster hunting. he doesn't have direct obligation to do it i guess, but he returns to liyue every few weeks to lend assistance with all the miasma and random reawakening evils. he really enjoys archery too, so the small fry hilichurls are fun target practice to him