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kyojurismo · 2 years ago

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Could I please have some Hawks x F!Reader

Reader and Keigo get into a heated argument, and within that argument they are yelling at each other and they get closer to each other and boom they have heated angry sex 😩

Please and thank you uwu

character : keigo takami / hawks

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, crying, make up sex, biting, fingering, spanking, unprotected sex, half of this is not proofread lol + i take this opportunity to remind that english isn’t my first language so i’m sorry in advance.

notes : i’m deeply sorry it took me so long >_< i was super unsure about this piece & i had problems writing it lsksn, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

you knew keigo. you knew him pretty well after more than a year of being together. but damn, it stung like the first times.

you gripped the magazine between your hands, staring at the pictures of keigo with multiple girls. they were all smiling and hugging him a bit too closely, practically pushing their breasts close to his face.

but you knew keigo.

“the public opinion is important for a pro-hero, y’know,” that’s what he usually said when you brought up the numerous tabloids and magazines for teenagers. it means nothing to keigo, they’re just young girls taking pictures with a pro hero, he has to be kind and accept because that’s also his work.

“bullshit!” you threw it away and got up from the couch, deciding to go prepare something for lunch.

you were tired, and maybe you were in the wrong too, but not being the one next to him after more than a year of being officials made your heart clench in your chest. it was unfair to see your boyfriend act like that and not being able to hold hands in public without getting “assaulted” by multiple people just because he’s the no. 2 pro hero.

after a couple of hours, as you were sitting on the couch watching a show, keigo came home. he announced he was back but you ignored him, not answering. well, that was surprising.

you would usually come running, leaving whatever you were doing, and hug him before kissing him. he entered the kitchen and noticed you left his dinner on the counter, and it was cold now. maybe you got distracted by something and forgot to put it in the oven. he grabbed the plate and walked to the living room, smiling when he noticed you.

“hey babe,” he said and sat beside you, going in to kiss you. as you used your hand to stop and push him away he frowned, not really expecting it. “the hell?” he held the plate and was about to start eating when you decided to speak.

“the hero magazine came out today, i found it in mailbox this morning,” you said while keeping your eyes glued on the tv screen, even though you weren’t following what was actually going on in the show. “okay??” keigo glanced at you in confusion, trying to understand what was going on and why you looked so upset.

“that’s all you have to say?” you spat, clenching your fists. “babe, i don’t know what you’re talking about. can you explain so i’ll see if i can fix it?” he kept his tone calm as he wasn’t really the type to yell or anything. “you don’t– are you for real?” you suddenly got up, grabbed the magazine from the bin and literally threw it his way, everything under keigo’s confused gaze.

he glanced at the magazine, checking the cover and noticed there was a picture of him in a corner, on the right. endeavor took the whole cover, he was no. 1 after all. “you’re mad because i’m not the poster boy?” he asked in an amused tone, taking another bite of his food. that irritated you even more, so you grabbed it and opened it to the page showing keigo with multiple girls. he caught glimpse of the pages way before you threw it at him once more, staring down at him.

“they’re hawks fans,” he explained nonchalantly, resuming eating. was he gonna ignore the elephant in the room? “keigo,” you stared at him with cold eyes. “jeez, just tell me what’s the matter alright? i’m tired [y/n], i just got home from a mission. go easy on me, yeah?” he sighed while tilting his head against the back of the couch, a bit annoyed by the situation. “go easy on me? you’re away most of the time and when you’re not on missions you have all these young girls jumping at you, trying to kiss you and touch you! have you ever imagined how i feel seeing my lover in such situations and having some shitty magazine spit the pictures at my face?!”

“so that’s your problem. you’re just jealous,” keigo glanced at you before resuming eating. you felt your chest tightening at his words, because well yes, you were a bit jealous but it wasn’t enough to make you act like that. “just jealous… you can’t be serious! you don’t even try pushing them away, keigo! you have a fucking girlfriend waiting for you at home! you’re being a piece of shit because ‘public’s opinion is important for my work’ so you’re authorised to make me feel like i’m nothing! i’m just another piece of furniture into your house, aren’t i?!” tears formed in your eyes as you shouted all that, deeply hurt and deluded by his behaviour.

“you’re being childish, we already talked about it and you said it was fine, that you understood my position. i wonder what changed now,” his reply was emotionless, his eyes glanced at the magazine once again before moving to your face. “you’re so selfish! do you actually know how to love someone who’s not yourself and what it means to do so?!” you nervously wiped away the tears, then you noticed how he seemed unfazed by all that. he was sure you wouldn’t leave, it was just the stress getting the best of you. it wasn’t the first argument, he knew you just needed to let it out.

“i can’t take it anymore, keigo. i’m done,” you spoke in a much calmer tone, but your voice sounded cold and distant now. keigo shivered and checked your face for a sign that you were joking. “hah, what?” he chuckled nervously as you walked towards your bedroom.

keigo got up quickly and followed you, watching how you pulled out a bunch of bags and started gathering your stuff. panic filled his body and he went to grab your wrist to stop you.

“hey, no. wait, okay? stop,” he pleaded now, understanding the seriousness of the situation. “lemme go,” you muttered, not even looking at his face. “don’t leave, we can fix it,” he said, keigo’s eyes were desperately searching yours. “i’m tired of being treated like i’m nothing for you! i don’t wanna live like this!” you pushed him away, a fresh wave of tears made your eyes sting. you tried to grab your clothes when keigo stopped you once more.

“[y/n], it’s not funny. we can solve it, i swear!” his hands cupped your face frantically, his voice seemed on edge. keigo seemed scared about the idea of you leaving him. “you’re being childish,” you mimicked him, words filled with hatred. his heart stopped beating for a second and he gulped down nervously, before trying to make you look at him. “please, babe look at me. okay, listen.”

you rolled your eyes before trying to free yourself from his hold, ignoring him. “i’ll change!” he shouted then, surprising you. you were quick to regain your composure, not wanting to give him any satisfaction. “i swear to you, i’ll act differently. you’ll be the one all over me in the pictures! you’re gonna be the one i’m kissing!” he grabbed your forearm and shook you a little.

you finally decided to look at his face and noticed his teary eyes, the fear clear on his features as he desperately held you there in front of him. you tried to fight against your feelings, your heart longing for him, and convince yourself that leaving him was for the better.

“i’m sorry, i’m deeply sorry,” he added and you groaned, before pushing him away once more. “you only act when things get out of your hands, huh?!” you hit his chest before turning around, you needed to get away from him. “hey!” keigo followed after you and grabbed your hips, before pushing you against the wall, making you gasp. you were surprised by his sudden actions as he leaned closer and started kissing your lips, disorienting you.

the kiss was sudden, keigo’s hands reached your face and cupped your cheeks. a part of you tried to resist, simply because you knew it wasn’t the right way to solve it. but at the same time, the way his lips moved against your own, the taste of this heated kiss, made you feel so euphoric that you found yourself hugging his neck as you finally returned the kiss, gasping.

keigo groaned as his hips met yours, he pulled you towards the bed and the moment your back hit the mattress his body covered yours. his lips moved down to your neck, his teeth sank into your skin and left a couple of bites, before his tongue traced them and made you shiver. you tilted your head back and bit your lips, trying to hold back any sound. keigo grunted and moved lower, pulling the collar of your tshirt further down to expose more of your skin to his skilled mouth.

after some moments he started to undress you, showing how impatient he was. you tried to do the same but he stopped your hands and went back to kiss your lips, distracting you from one of his hands sneaking between your legs to push them further open. his fingers caressed your lips, then moved to your warm hole, gathering some slick before going to rub your clit. “so wet already,” he smirked, his voice cocky.

you moaned right into his mouth, as his fingers made your legs tremble. his fingers moved rapidly, your clit throbbed and you clenched around nothing, more and more juices gushing out.

“kei– w-wait!” you arched your back and found it embarrassing how he was able to get you so close to release in such a short time. “hm? what’s the matter?” he clearly mocked you, slowing down the movements of his fingers just a bit. “are you gonna cum?” he asked before playfully bite your neck, making you whimper.

you shook your head, but it was futile. both of you knew that you were close, you just didn’t want to give him satisfaction.

“okay then,” he murmured and stopped touching you completely, he pulled back and stripped off his clothes. his warm hands grabbed your hips before turning your body over to lie on your stomach. you were about to ask him what he was doing before his hand made contact with your ass, hard. you whined and tried to move further up on the bed to escape him. “where you think you’re going?” he chuckled lowly before pulling you back to him, caressing your other cheek and then spanking you, you gripped the sheets as the skin started to sting.

two of his fingers slipped into you, making you gasp. he thrusted them deep, aiming at a particular spot that made you clench hard around him as you moaned against the pillow. “you thought i didn’t notice?” his voice was deep and laced with desire, as you desperately humped your hips, seeking that sweet release. “c’mon… say it,” he kept moving his fingers while his other hand spanked you once again.

you fought to not give in, you were still mad at him and he was avoiding talking with you about the whole situation. you squeezed you eyes shut, gripping the sheets. you were so close, so damn close.

“please… fuck me,” you whispered into the pillow, pushing your ass up as a way to expose your center to him, clit throbbing and begging to get attention. keigo’s fingers slipped out and gave a couple of flicks to it, just to hear you gasp loudly. he knew your body so well. “can you repeat that?” he leaned over and his mouth was close to your ear, before biting your earlobe playfully. “hm?” his hands caressed your hips gently, a deep contrast to his current behaviour. “please keigo… fuck me! i need you,” you repeated, speaking a bit louder. “that’s my good girl,” he kissed your shoulder.

you two moaned at the unison when he finally slipped inside. one of keigo’s hands found yours and intertwined your fingers together, as the other grabbed your hip. he bottomed out inside you, you felt so full as his fast breaths hit your neck. “you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out.

keigo started moving at a quick pace, rubbing against your sweet spot hard with every single thrust. most of the sounds filling the room came from where you two were connected, his grunts and your whimpers accompanying them. you desperately gripped the sheets, feeling that familiar sensation growing in your lower belly. “give it to me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed right into your ear, the warmth of his chest right against your back. you didn’t need to be asked twice, as you reached your peak and gushed around his cock. the way you were clenching around him made him gasp louder, as he hid his flushed face into your neck.

one of his arms wrapped around your middle and held you close, his hips losing rhythm as keigo was simply seeking his own release now. you drooled all over the cushions as his tip bullied your cervix, making you arch your back and cry his name louder and louder. “gonna fill you up so good– ngh, gonna–” keigo rambling stopped as he stilled his hips and emptied inside of you, spurts of cum filling you as you two moaned together.

keigo collapsed on top of you, holding you as close as possible as you cockwarmed him. his lips peppered your neck and shoulders as you two tried to calm down your breathing. “i’m sorry,” he said in a low tone, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “i know it’s been a mess, but i promise i’ll fix this. i’ll make you happy,” you just nodded, not trusting your own voice.

“i promise i will,” he repeated after a while, holding you tightly. you searched his hand and grabbed it, squeezing it a couple of times so that he knew you decided to trust him.

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kennarose1108 · 2 years ago

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My World (Negan Smith x Reader !DAUGHTER OF RICK!)

*SO I MADE THIS FOREVER AGO AND I WANTED TO FINISH IT AND UPLOAD IT... I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY, PART 2 IS IN A LINK AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS STORY*

You had been with Negan and his group for the last ten months and you knew Negan wasn't the cleanest man on earth. You knew he was doing things... Horrific things to people but you try to turn a blind eye to it. Negan was the best thing that had happened to you since the apocalypse happened. You were alone up until Negan found you on the verge of starving to death.

And over the months your and Negan's relationship had blossomed into something unexpected. He was a lot older than you. You were twenty-six years old and Negan was forty-five... I mean hell he was older than your father would be... Your father...

You were in college when the apocalypse broke out and you prayed your family was okay. After a while, you finally made it back to your family's home to find it completely ransacked and everybody was missing. You went to the hospital where you heard your father was staying after his accident but you didn't even attempt to go inside as it was completely guarded by the dead.

But everything seemed to be okay now... You stayed out of Negan's business as much as you could but today was different. "I need you to go," Negan says. "Why? You have Simon and all your men why do you need me?" You ask while crossing your arms over your chest.

"We made a deal with these people but they're on the more dangerous side than most people we've dealt with. We need everybody." He explains and you sigh deeply. "I don't want to be involved with your 'business deals' Negan. You know how I feel about it." You say with a shrug. "And I don't believe these people willingly made a deal with you either." You say while raising your eyebrows and he chuckles slightly. "Alright, you got me there." He says while standing up from his seat. "These people killed a whole outpost of men for their supplies so we gave them an option of... We raid their shit and we let them live." He shrugs. "No harm, no foul." He says while grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. "I just want everybody there in case shit hits the fan. We need to defend ourselves." Negan explains.

"Mhm... What's the actual reason you want me to go? Because we both know I'm only good at killing the dead ones... Not the live ones." You say while squinting your eyes at him. He stares at you for a moment before sighing deeply with a smirk. "You see right through me every time.." He chuckles. "...You're going to be here all by yourself. I don't want you to be alone if something happens here. At least I know if you came with me I can protect you." He says while leaning his forehead against yours.

You clenched your jaw and slightly glared at him before groaning out a 'fine'. He smiled and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Let's get going then."

When you made it out to the trucks Negan ordered you to stay inside of the car until the gates were open. When you made it to the place called Alexandria you sat in the truck with one of Negan's men. You weren't paying attention entirely until the man dropped a heavy gun in your lap. You had no idea how to use it so it was clear it was given to you for threatening purposes. "It's safe now." The man says. You nodded and took a step out of the truck, the man following your steps on the other side.

You were looking down at the ground as you took a few steps. You finally looked up and looked at the people around the gate. There was a woman who looked hardcore and angry and a man who looked confused and kinda wimpy... Then your eyes landed on another man. Your eyes widened as your brain processed what you were seeing, hoping it wasn't another hallucination that you saw so much when you were dehydrated.

But you weren't dehydrated and this wasn't a hallucination. Your lips parted as a soft gasp escaped your lips. The gun you were holding onto fell from your hands and that's when you finally got the man's attention. Your body shook as he gave you a look of confusion into a look of disbelief, the same look you gave him. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as your body shook from the feeling of adrenalin and pure shock coursing through your veins.

Negan looked at you and then at him, confused about what was going on, and that's when you let out a shaky breath, "Dad?" You mumble. "Oh my god.." He whispered. You let out a shaky chuckle as tears finally fell from your eyes. "DAD!" You yelled as you ran full force towards him. Your arms swung open and wrapped around his neck as his arms slung tightly around your body. Your legs shook as you were barely able to keep yourself upright... If it wasn't for his tight grip on you, you would've fallen to the floor. You cried into his shoulder and held onto him tightly before pulling away. "I thought you were dead." You managed to choke out.

Negan stared at you both in disbelief and horror. He also felt stupid for not putting two and two together since you both had the same last name. "Is Carl...?" He nodded. "He's alive." You sigh in relief as a smile appears on your face. "And mom?" You ask. He just stares at you. Your smile slowly fades as you cover your mouth with your hand in disbelief. You let out a shaky 'oh' as you pulled away.

Your father's eyes flicked from you to Negan before looking back at you. "You're with him?" He asks. You nod your head as you wipe a tear that fell from your eyes. "How 'bout you go around Alexandria and look for your brother? Me and your dad have some things to discuss." Negan says while getting behind you and grabbing your shoulders and giving Rick a teasing smile. "Yeah... Yeah, that's a good idea." Rick says while glaring at Negan. You walked away from Negan's grip and you walked around the streets, getting the occasional glare from some of the people that live in Alexandria which made you frown.

But as you walked your eyes fell on a boy walking down the steps from his porch. You squinted your eyes and tried to make out the face of the person. It was hard to tell at first since he had a patch over his eye but you’d recognized that face anywhere.

You smiled and yelled out his name. He looked around for a moment before turning in your direction, his eyes falling onto yours. You smiled as his face turned from confusion to disbelief. With adrenaline coursing through your veins you ran towards him full force. He did the same and you both met in between and practically collapsed into each other. You both kept each other on your feet as you hugged each other tightly. After a minute you pulled away and cupped his face, tears going down both of your faces. “You’ve grown so much.” You chuckle. “I thought you were dead,” Carl says with a slight gasp. “Can’t get rid of me that easily little brother.” You say with a chuckle. You look at the patch on his eye and you slightly frown. “What happened?” You ask your thumb lightly brushing against the edge of it.

“I was shot,” Carl explains. Your eyes widen and you laugh. “You were shot in the face and you survived?! Holy shit I wish Dad informed me how much of a badass you were before I found you.” He chuckles. His eyes then glance to the ground and his smile disappears, he seems to be lost in thought. His eyes flicked back up to you and he sighed. “I have to show you something,” Carl says while backing off and walking back towards the house he came out of.

You follow him into the house and up the stairs. Carl stops in front of a door that was off to the side and he slowly opens it. Your eyes travel to the inside of the room until you see a little girl in a crib. You take a few steps inside and slightly gasp. “Who’s this?” You ask while walking towards her. “That’s Judith. Our sister.” Your head snapped towards him and your eyes widen. “Is that how mom…” He didn’t say anything which was an answer in itself. You nodded and looked back at the little girl. You chuckle and lifted her out of the crib and held her against your body. “Oh my… You are gorgeous.” You say while admiring her little face. But the moment was ruined by the sound of doors slamming open and people talking loudly downstairs. “Hide her.” Carl orders. You quickly put Judith down and left the room with Carl, shutting the door right on time as Simon came running up the steps.

He eyed you and Carl and you both kept your composure. “Everything good up here?” He asks. “Yes. Everything’s fine.” You say with a slight smile. He glanced at the door next to you both and gave you another weird look. “What’s in there?” Simon asks while nodding to the door. “Nothing. The room is empty. Carl was giving me a tour of his home and he offered to let me stay in this room when they get it furnished.” You say with a stern tone of voice.

“Hm... You should talk to Negan about that.” You wanted to argue back and say you were a grown woman and didn’t need his permission but you decided it would be best to keep your mouth shut in this situation. “Come on Carl. Let’s go downstairs.” You say while putting your arm around Carl’s shoulders and pulling him forward, not keeping your eyes off Simon until you went past him. When you made it downstairs Carl was staring in horror at the people in his home taking pretty much everything. “They’re taking all of our medicine,” Carl says. “We hid them here because they said they’d only take half,” Carl says while pulling away from you. “Carl-“ “No!” Carl yelled while grabbing a gun and going after them. “Carl DON’T-!” But it was too late.

A gunshot rang through the air causing you to jump. You quickly ran into the room and luckily everyone was okay, but Carl had a gun to one of Negan’s men. “Put them back, or the next one goes in you.” Carl threatens. “Kid… What do you think happens next?” The man laughed. “Carl.” You managed to get yourself in between the gun and the man and you were trying to calm him down. “Get out of the way.” “Carl don’t.” You warned. “Move.” “If you don’t put the gun down the punishment will be-“ You stopped yourself as you saw your dad running into the room, you knew Negan wasn’t too far behind so you kept your mouth shut.

Your father tried talking the same sense to Carl as Negan walked in. His eyes darted between the gun and you and he knew he had to intervene. Negan walked over to you both and stood next to you and got into Carl's line of sight. Negan chuckles. "Really kid?" He says with a smirk.

"You should go... Before you find out how dangerous we all are." Carl warns. You swallowed the lump in your throat and gave him a pleading look. "Well pardon me, young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French but... Did you just threaten me?" Negan asks. "Look I get threatening Davie here... But I can't have it, not him, not me-" "Carl just put it down-" "Don't be rude Rick we are having a conversation here." Your father and Negan argue back and forth. You continue to stare at Carl with pleading eyes as you knew if Carl pushed his limits or broke a rule no amount of begging would stop Negan... Not even for you. "Now boy... Where were we?" He asks.

"Oh yeah! Your giant man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen I like you... I don't want to go hard proving a point here, especially in front of the lady here, and you don't want that. I said half your shit and half is what I say it is." Negan says in more of a more serious tone of voice. "I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious... Again?" Negan warns.

Carl stares at him then looks at you. You shook your head slightly and he sighed deeply. He moved his hand so the handle of the gun was facing you. Your trembling hands slowly grabbed the gun from his hands and held it to your side.

Negan turned to your father and started ranting to him and you grabbed Carl's shoulders. "What the hell is wrong with you?" You whisper to him. "They were taking our stuff," Carl argued. "You can always get that shit back! He'll kill you or someone else here and you can't get back." You hissed at him. "And you.." Negan turned to you both. You turned your head to him and saw him staring at you. He lifted his hand and wiggled his pointer and middle finger towards you telling you to give him the gun. You handed him the gun and he put it in his pocket.

"Rick go and get that stuff together for me will ya? And you... Come with me." He says while not moving his gaze from yours. You nodded and followed him out of the home. You followed him down the street and in between some houses. He then suddenly spun around and grabbed your arms softly. "I don't want you doing that shit again," Negan says sternly. "I knew he wasn't going to shoot me." You argued. Negan shook his head and sighed deeply. "I do not care. There is no damn reason for you to EVER stand in front of a gun. Ever." He says with a shake of his head. "Scared the hell out of me." He says while placing a kiss on your temple.

"I'm sorry.." You say with a frown. "Don't be sorry. I know you were trying to de-escalate the situation and I respect that... I just don't want you to get hurt." He says while cupping your face with his hands. "He's my brother. He wouldn't have hurt me." "I can't take that chance." He shakes his head. "I don't care if there's a 99% chance or a 0.01% chance. It's not an option." He says. “Understand?” He asks. You nodded and he smiled.

He kissed you on the cheek and pulled you in for a hug. You both stayed like that for a moment before Negan pulled away, giving you a tight squeeze before letting you move away from him. “Let’s go darlin’,” Negan says while lightly placing his hand on your lower back and leading you along.

You walked with Negan until you met up with your father and some of Negan’s men in front of a small bunker. The door to the bunker slowly opens to show a woman. “I… Figured you were coming.” She says nervously. “Show him where the guns are, Olivia.” Your father says. She nodded and you all walked inside. “You run the show in here?” Negan asks. “I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns,” She explains. “Good. Smart. Don’t let me stop you. Arat, boys... Show ‘em the goods.” He smirks as everyone walks off. “Wait, wait, wait.” Negan stops your father.

“While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not taking a scrap of your food. Slim pickin’s in here.” Negan says while pointing out the little to no food on the shelves. “And I can’t be the only one to notice that you got a fuckin’ fat lady in charge of keeping track of rations can I?” Negan says and you turn to him, “Negan.” You smack his arm and he puts his hands up. “Am I wrong?” He asks. “Yes. Don’t be an asshole.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles and slightly leans into Rick, “She keeps me on my toes.” Rick glares at him and he slightly leans back.

Negan looks at Rick, then at you, then at Rick again. “Y’know I just realized… We’re family now aren’t we?” You closed your eyes and cringed. “I mean… Should I call you dad or something?” Negan asks while slowly dragging his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close to his side.

Rick’s eyes flicked over to you and you swallowed another ball in your throat and you let out a deep sigh. “Right?” Negan asks. “Stop.” You whisper to him while giving him a pleading look. He wanted to keep going just to poke the bear some more but he didn’t want to continue if you were uncomfortable. He cared more for your feelings than his ego. “…Either way, you starve to death, I don’t get shit, so for now, you get to keep all the food. How ‘bout that?” Negan says, still keeping his arm around your shoulders.

Negan and Rick stare at each other for a few moments. A very awkward few moments. “What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know, Rick. How about a thank you.” Negan says while moving away from you and getting into your father’s face. “You think that might be in order? Or is that too much to ask?!” Negan yells. “Jesus stop!” You grab Negan’s arm and push him away from your father.

“Haven’t you done enough?” “All I’m asking for is a thank you.” You scoff. “I think we both know they have nothing to be thanking you for.” You shake your head at him before walking out of the bunker and down the streets of Alexandria. You stopped in front of Rick and Carl’s home and you sat on the steps, rethinking everything.

You placed your elbow on your knee and rested your forehead in your hand. You sat like that for a while before a familiar figure walked into your view. They stood there for a moment before slowly sitting next to you on the steps. “You angry with me?” He asks. You sigh and close your eyes. “What do you think?” You say with an annoyed tone of voice. “Why?” You turn to glare at him. “Why? Are you kidding me?” You say. “Is it because of Rick?” Negan asks. “Jesus no!” You yell. “…Well it doesn’t help.” You say while looking forward. “You know I don’t like being a part of this shit. I don’t like seeing this side of you... Especially since I know you did something bad to these people.” You say with your voice slightly cracking as tears filled in your eyes. You shake your head, not wanting to ask this question but you feel you have no choice.

“What did you do? I’m going to hear it from somebody so it might as well be from you.” He stares at you, he didn’t want you to find out. “I killed two of their people in front of them. One of them had a wife and she was sick. She witnessed it all… She didn’t make it.” Your mouth flew agape and your body tensed.

“Oh my god… And you expect a ‘thank you’ from these people!?” You stand on your feet and glare at him. “You say people are a resource and need to be protected but it’s all a lie!” You shout. “It’s not a lie.” He stands up to meet your level but instead, he just towers over you, making you feel inferior to him.

“People are a resource and need to be protected but rules need to be set and if they are broken there are punishments.” He argues. “And killing people in the answer?” You scoff. “You’re torturing these poor people and for what? Surviving?” “Killing off my men. That’s what.” He hisses while stepping forward and getting in your face. “Not like your men didn’t deserve it anyways. Most of them are criminals, rapists, or killers. But I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree does it?” You say while slowly looking at him up and down. Negan was seething, nobody spoke to him like this and he was getting pissed. “Watch your mouth.” “Or what? You’ll kill me?” You chuckled. “You don’t got the balls.” You hissed. It took all his might to not snap and lash out at you but he realized that it wouldn’t fix anything and you had every right to be angry.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t be any less angry with your words. “I have done everything for you. I have fought for you, I have killed for you, I put food in your belly and a roof over your head. I deserve goddamn respect.” He said in a low and threatening tone of voice. You shake your head. “I never asked you to save me.” You say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“What did you expect me to do? Leave you there to die?” “You should’ve. It would’ve been easier for the both of us.” You snapped back. Negan leans back and stares at you in disbelief.

You didn’t mean what you said, you were thankful Negan saved your life. You remember the day he found you. You were in a gas station and you had been sitting there for about a day or two just waiting to die. Your face was pale and you were practically skin and bones. You were sitting in the backroom in the dark when you heard a roar of an engine and footsteps entering the building. You didn’t have the energy to get up and find them and your throat was too dry to call out for help, so you sat there until the door opened and the light of a flashlight crawled up your body and landed on your face. You cringed and looked away from the light. The person who was shining a light called a name and another pair of footsteps entered the room. That was when the person shining the light lowered it and you made eye contact with the man who walked in the room. “Holy shit... Are you alive?” He chuckled, getting closer to you.

His smile disappeared when he saw how sick you looked. He walked over to you and knelt at your level. “I’m Negan.” He says. You gave him a slightly confused look and Negan sighs. “Simon. Go get some water.” He orders while still staring down at you.

Simon quickly came back into the room with a water bottle and handed him the bottle. He opened it and he snaked his hand behind your neck and lifted you. You slightly groan as he pulls your head forward in front of the bottle. Your lips touched the bottle and slowly gulped down the water. If you weren’t so dehydrated there was a good chance you would’ve cried.

When you needed a break you moved your head back and leaned back against the wall. “Y/N.” You mumbled. “What?” Negan asks as you barely let out a whisper. “…My name is Y/N Grimes.” You say while shifting around. “How long have you been here?” Negan asks. “A couple of days…” You say before letting out a hoarse cough. Negan lifts the bottle back to your lips and you take a few more gulps. “Is there anyone else around here?” He asks. You shake your head, “No. I’ve been alone since the beginning of the apocalypse.” You explain. His eyes widen and he scoffs with a smirk. “No shit? Wow. Good for you for lasting so long.” He says with a wide smile.

“Yeah… It gets lonely though.” You say while lifting the corner of your lips to smile slightly. Negan stared at you for another minute before mumbling an ‘alright’ and closing the water bottle and handing it back to Simon. He stands up slightly and begins to put his hands under your knees and behind your back. “What… What are you doing?” You ask. “I’m going to take you back to my camp. We have a doctor and food and water..” He explains. “…Why? You don’t know me.” You ask. “People are a resource. They need to be protected… And you won't survive much longer if I leave you here.” He explains. You nodded and he continued to pick you up.

You groaned as your body ached. Your muscles were so tense from sitting there for so long that just a slight movement caused your whole body to ache in pain. “We’ll get you patched up... It’ll be okay.”

And here you are… Many months later arguing with the man who saved your life. He stared down at you and he clenched his jaw. You could see on his face he wasn’t angry anymore, he was hurt. You didn’t expect it to hurt him in all honesty because Negan has been told a lot worse than what you said. But it did hurt him... And he didn’t know what to do about it. He sighed and looked around for a moment. “Head over to the truck.. We’re going to be leaving in a few minutes.” Was the only thing he managed to get out. Without looking at you he walks down the steps of the porch and down the street.

You stifled a sob and wiped the tears that had fallen down your face. After you pulled yourself together you walked over to the truck and saw David in the face of a young girl. “Say please again, little girl.” He chuckles. The girl lets out a ‘please’ and he smirks. “Yeah. One more time.” He says while running his finger down her cheek.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You yell out as you storm over to him. His head shoots towards you and you shove him away from the girl. “Who do you think you are?” David asks as he gets in your face. “Someone who will gladly put some fucker out of their misery.” You snapped back. “Now piss off.” You hissed. He glared at you and tried to walk away but you stopped him. You put our hand out, telling him to give you the item the girl wanted. He grumbled something under his breath and shoved the item in your hand. David walked away and you turned to the girl. “I’m sorry that happened…” You whisper as you handed her back the balloons. You squeezed her shoulder before walking off and following the truck.

“Get in the truck Y/N. Me and daddy dearest here gotta talk.” Negan says without looking at you. You glared at him and you were about to oblige his orders and get in the truck but you stopped yourself. You turned on your heel and walked over to your father and swung your arms over his shoulders. You both hugged each other tightly before Carl found his way under your arm and hugged you and your father as well.

When you finally pulled away you rested one hand on your father’s shoulder and the other on the side of Carl’s face. You gave them a soft smile as tears filled in all of your eyes. “I’ll be back. I promise.” You say in a low tone of voice as you run your thumb over Carl’s cheek to wipe away the tear that fell from his eye.

You give them another small smile before turning and walking away. Negan watched you closely as you walked past him, wiping your tears in the process. You sat in the van and stared down at the ground, trying not to cry anymore in the process. During the minutes of you sitting there, you looked over and saw Negan taunting your father. You balled your fists up and sighed in annoyance. You wanted to get out of the car and yell at Negan but you didn’t have the energy. You heard Negan chuckle as finally peeled himself away from your father and he got in the van next to you, Lucille in his hands. You looked down at your hands and furrowed your eyebrows. You didn’t want to even look at Negan... But you knew he was looking at you.

He made occasional glances at you in an obvious manner. He wanted your attention and in all honesty, he wanted you to feel slightly bad for what you said to him. But you never looked at him. Not even when you made it to the sanctuary and walked past him to get inside.

You ignored everybody and headed to your shared bedroom. When you finally made it to the bedroom that’s when you realized that the sun was setting and you sighed in relief. You were exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to fall into your bed and sleep the day away. You sat on the edge of the bed and buried your face in your hands. You sat for a while until you heard your bedroom door opening and closing. You glance up and saw Negan leaning against the doorframe and staring at you.

You wipe the tears that had fallen from your eyes and look to the side. Negan stares at you for a few more seconds before sighing and lightly smiling to himself, clearly thinking of a memory.

“Y’know… I remember the first time I saw you.” He says. “You were so frail and sick looking.” He says while slowly walking towards you. “I was worried if I touched you, you would shatter like a piece of glass.” He continues walking towards you. You look up at up and look at him through your hair. “But I knew you were a fighter. And even if I had left you there you would’ve fought yourself back to survival.” He says while kneeling in front of you. “Who would’ve thought you would fight yourself into my heart.” He says with a soft smile and gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

You look down at him with tears in your eyes and a frown on your face. “There’s no way I could’ve left you there because..” He sighs before continuing. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you.” He says while resting his hand against your cheek and wiping the tears that had fallen.

“Look… You and I are not easy people to deal with. And together it’s even more difficult... But I wouldn’t change a thing.” He says while shaking his head, a soft smile on his lips. A small cry came out of my mouth and I close my eyes, "I-I didn't mean what I said... I didn't... I'm glad you found me I...* You say, your words stuttering a bit. "I know... I know baby..." Negan whispered while moving his hand up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

"I just... I hate seeing this side of you, and knowing you're doing this to my family..." You say before taking a deep and shaky breath. "It hurts..." You mutter, just barely over a whisper. Negan frowns, "I know... But I have to be cruel to keep them in line." Negan says. You shake my head, "No... No, you don't." You say. Negan sighs, "Baby. Listen to me." Negan says while grabbing your cheeks between his hands, "I promise you... I won't hurt your family. I take my promises seriously and you know that." Negan says.

You nod and sniffle, "...Okay." I mumble. "Alright... Now come here...* Negan says while putting his arms out to you. You get off the bed and onto the floor in front of him and hug his torso tightly. He hugs you back tightly and lovingly. Negan would keep his promise... He wouldn't hurt your family, but everyone else in Alexandria was up for grabs... One thing Negan knew how to do...

Was how to manipulate.

PART 2

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Camp Out! - Elisa De Almeida

(Final part)

Here: part 1, part 2, part 3

Summary: It's Camp out, and being in the same tent as Elisa isn't so bad.

Warning: none!

w/c: 9.6k

A/n: I promised you guys I will post the fic this weekend (I lied it's already 2 am), I have to be honest but I completely gave up on this chapter. I am so attached to y/n and baby Elisa, but this was so difficult for me. There were things I wanted to remove and edit, but I don't care at this point. I may make another chapter, but for now... it's over :,(

Days have passed since prom and your plan on avoiding Paul has been quite successful. It was the last week of school before winter break, and since you were the teachers’ favorite, you were asked to be working around the school all the time. Organizing papers, stapling the review papers, handing them out…things the teachers should be doing, And your job today is to take off the old prom posters from around the school. Usually you’d be frustrated and annoyed at the amount of work they put you through without paying you (child labor much?), but you were thankful and delighted for the extra school work given. Another excuse to avoid Paul.

You somehow found yourself humming that same song from prom, calmly ripping out the posters in the hallways. It wasn't until you heard an obvious fake, rough cough behind you. As you looked over to see if your annoying teacher had another chore for you, your heart sank when you realized it was Paul with a frown on his face.

“Hey, sorry but I really need to remove all of those posters.” You robotally said, twisting your body back and ripping out the small tape around the corners of the posters.

“Come on y/n, you’ve been busy this whole week, “ He groaned, resting his palm on your shoulder to turn you around to face him, “Just give me a minute.”

You sighed loudly as you pondered for a moment. Maybe you will gain confidence in this conversation and will make him leave you alone, “fine, just be quick.”

He nodded quickly and stood up straight. Inhaling deeply, he blurted out, “You embarrassed me in prom.”

“Excuse me?” You retorted, “what did you just say?”

“I mean… You left me alone. Prom wasn’t good because of that.”

“Paul, prom wasn’t good for multiple reasons. One of them was me agreeing to be your date.” You shrugged him off as you ripped out the papers from the wall. How dare he say something like that? You never snapped in school, in fact you rarely do in general. But you don’t care anymore. Not after the way Elisa treated you 10x better than him and she wasn’t your date. Hell, she wasn’t even your friend!

“What do you even mean by that? I was there! I didn’t run away and lied about going to the bathroom.” He spluttered, flailing his arms around him in frustration.

“Well if you were a great date, you…” you stammered, your confidence and anger has faded into worry. No matter how frustrated you are with him, you can’t make him angry or sad, the down part of being a people pleaser, “...would've noticed that I was sick. I had to go home.” You lied.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “were you actually?” He took a step closer to you, eyeing your body as if he would be able to see the sickness that way, “are you lying?”

Your face blushed at the thought of getting caught, “No! Why would I lie like that.”

“Because a friend of mine saw you walk out with another boy.”

A blush ran through your face as you looked down at the ground, too afraid to even glance at his doe brown eyes, “it wasn't a boy… It was Elisa.”

“What?” He gasped, flashbacks of the conversation both of you had at prom came crashing into him.

“No matter how much she dresses like us, she can never be us,” You turned to look at him in surprise, “imagine being a lesbian and trying to dress like us yet you get no dates.”

Your shock turned into anger, “Paul, what the fuck!” You couldn't believe he is your date, let alone your best friend as a kid.

The guys all laughed at what he said and how you reacted, Paul looked at you in shame and he tried to pull you away from the group.

“No let go of me! You can't just say stuff like that, it's rude.”

No way! Did you ditch him for her? That's exactly what he said would never happen. Did the lesbian Elisa actually just snatch his girl on prom night?

“Ehm… she noticed I was sick in the bathroom and walked me home,” You turned your front into the wall, shakingly ripping out the papers on the wall like how you were supposed to do in the first place.

“Well…I'm sorry. You should've told me about it.” He shrugged his shoulders as his eyes were filled with disappointment in you for not letting him know.

“You should've acknowledged me.” You whispered back as you walked away from that hallway, exhaling calmly knowing that conversation is over, not caring how insensitive your response may be.

It felt great knowing that whatever had happened between you over the years through childhood is now thrown out. You may have been heartbroken if you knew this at the beginning of the year, but it feels like a blessing to you now.

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January 11th, 2013

Turning slowly towards Sammy, you mumbled, "Do you know what is going on there?” Class should've started 5 minutes ago, but the class was delayed by 3 teachers who were whispering at the door including the school principal.

"Yeah, it's Camp Out this Friday." Sam said in a duh tone. You hummed quietly, opening your notebook and writing the date quickly to prepare yourself for the new lesson. The teachers quietly left, leaving the History teacher alone at the front of the brightly lit class to start the afternoon.

"Good afternoon everyone. As you know, it's the beginning of the second semester and we have this tradition called ‘Camp out’." his hands fiddled with a stack of papers, folding them together and unfolding as he walks around the class.

"Told you." Sam stuck out her tongue quickly, before turning back to the front of the class.

"If you didn't know about Camp out, it's a tradition where the first year of high school gets a camp day for free! We will camp at the park, forest or whatever you want to call it. The one behind the school. We will provide food, movies, and games. But we will also sleep there. You will need to bring your own tents, sleeping bags, and anything you want.”

The students turned around, already discussing to each other what they should bring and do. You glanced at Sam to plan the day, but her long hair covered her face, and she played with her nails as always.

"Hey! I'm still talking. It will happen in three days, this Friday. You will go to school like normal. And instead of going home at 4, you will stay here. We will move to the park and build our tents, and stay there till 10 in the morning of the next day. We will provide dinner, snacks, and breakfast. Then your parents or guardian will pick you up on Saturday morning. When we sleep, we will split the area in two. One for the boys and one for the girls.”

"Is Elisa sleeping with us too?" A loud remark came from the left side of the class. You knew it was Paul, especially after the conversation you had around three weeks ago. He had been very harsh towards Elisa, before it was small remarks to his friends, but now it's more than that. There was a certain jealousy brewing in him after knowing how she was there to help you instead of him when you were ‘sick’ at prom. Laughter erupted from the class, making you frown at him and glance at Sammy as she shrugged.

You awkwardly shifted to the back of the class where Elisa sits with Fleur and Marie. Even with the loud chatter of the class, Elisa was staring at her empty table, fiddling with her pen. She was clearly lost in thought, her body drowning in an oversized gray hoodie. When you looked at the rest of the table, you caught Marie’s eye. Realizing she caught you staring at Elisa, you flinched and turned back immediately to the front of the class.

"Paul, try thinking of something creative next time." Mr. Nick glared at Paul, angry at the unwanted interruption. "There will be 5 teachers with you guys, and we will be awake at all times to make sure none of you do anything inappropriate, I know you guys are responsible enough to not do it.”

He took a deep breath, walking around to pass the consent forms. Since you and Sam sit at the front, you were the first to receive them.

"Will you go?" Your eyes quickly skimming over the words.

"Absolutely not." Sam joked, ripping the paper in half. You gasped, turning to look at the torn paper on the table.

"What the fuck, why?" You furrowed your eyebrows together at the mess, "oh my God it's literally 5 minutes into class and you're already acting up.”

"You think I'm acting up? Imagine how these boys would act at 2 at night. I'd rather jump off a cliff.” her head turning towards the boys’ tables, their voice looming over the class. “Look at that, they're already planning what they'll do to us when we sleep.”

“...what will they do to us when we sleep?” You hesitantly questioned, face flinching away from Sam knowing she'll probably start blabbering again.

“Are you crazy? What rhymes with grape?” She whispers shouts, her eyes glancing back at Xavi, the creepy kid of the class.

“Oh Sam, you can't just assume something like that!” You gasped at her accusation. It is true, Xavi was a complete weirdo to all the girls, but bringing up a big topic like that wasn't right. “Don't worry, I'm sure nothing will happen around the teachers and the girls.” You reassured her.

“Oh yeah, because Elisa's big, juicy, arms will save you from the bad guys.” she mocked, her body leaned closer to yours with a wink.

You looked back at the clean whiteboard, wishing to disappear. “Fuck off Sammy.”

Sam's cackle was loud enough for some of the students nearby to glance, making you kick her foot under the table and praying that Elisa didn't hear what she said.

Sam had been making jokes about Elisa after the prom conversation, she wanted you to feel relaxed around her and admit your crush. But you had made an obvious mistake (Sam knew this was a step closer for you to admit it), when you walked around the school’s football pitch at lunch on the first day of school after winter break.

You were watching the small matches played by the students when you surprisingly saw Marie on the sidelines. Knowing that she loves and plays the sport, you sat next to her with a bright smile and questioned why she wasn't there playing with the rest, and obviously her response was about the sexist boys. When you looked back at the pitch, you found Elisa between the boys. She clearly couldn't care less about what the boys were saying. She wore a sleeveless basketball jersey showing off her arm tan lines, and shorts long enough to reach her knees. It was obviously too cold for her to be dressed like that, but the afternoon sun and playing had helped warm her up.

The harsh sun caused her body to shine with sweat and caused her short hair to stick to her forehead. But what made your heart start to race is when she pushed Paul with a physical tackle, grass flying around them from the impact. Paul was grunting in pain on the ground, waiting for the whistle to blow. But Elisa wasn’t groaning in pain, she instead immediately pushed herself up from the ground, making her biceps bulge.

The boys called out for a yellow card, but all Elisa did was laugh at them and remind them of their comments beforehand about ‘girls being too weak to play football with them’. You quietly stood up and smiled at Elisa for fighting for her spot. You knew it was difficult for girls to argue with boys like them, and Elisa doing it shows her passion for the sport.

Elisa saw you smiling in the corner of her eyes, and when she turned to look at you completely, her face turned crimson red. She bit her lip and turned back to look at Paul on the ground, feeling a small sense of victory. Yes, I won her over.

You weren’t aware that Elisa had thought about this moment for too long too. It was unusual to see you acknowledge her, and she had begged for something to happen between you ever since the walk after prom. Seeing your beaming smile because of something she did made her brain shut down for a second. Especially after what happened at prom, she’s worried if she’s reaching for an inaccessible relationship.

Sam knew about this new fascination of Elisa’s arms in class that day, when you nudged her quickly and subtly gestured to Elisa with your head when she walked past the both of you to her seat. She gave you a confused look, mumbling a small ‘what’. But you pointed at your bicep, flexing your weak arm to show her what you meant. She turned around to glance at Elisa's arms for a second and turned back to look at you with a disappointed glance, making you shyly shrug with a simple ‘her arms are stronger than all of the boys here’.

And from that day, Sam has subtly brought up Elisa's arms in every discussion you have. At first it was funny, but nowadays it causes you to panic, feeling horrified at the idea of her knowing about your crush.

“Each tent will have four people in them, there are enough students for four tents for boys excluding James since he’s on a trip now, but for the girls there is an extra girl. One of the groups will have to compromise and let her join, okay?” Mr. Nick's close voice caused you to jump out of your seat, waking you up from the daydreams again about elisa.

“Sir, I'm not going.” Sam raised her hand, causing you to glare at her.

“Perfect. Y/n, why don't you sit with the Powerpuff girls at the back.” His hand rested on your shoulder, one of the disadvantages of being his favorite student and sitting in front. You gave him a soft nod at his reassuring smile, bending down to pick up your bag.

You glanced back to Sam, whispering quietly, “I can't believe you're making me do this alone, we'll talk about this later.”

“You're sleeping with Ms. Buff arms, have fun.” She whispered back with a cheeky smile and a subtle wink, causing you to stop packing and gape at her for a second. You had completely forgotten about what all of this is for, realizing that out of every girl group in this class it's with them. You didn't have a problem with either Katoto and Fleur. But when it comes to Elisa, you cannot be sleeping in the same place as her.

You sighed audible, taking your backpack and walking to the back of the class. Grinning at Fleur and Marie as you sat in the empty seat of the four-seat table.

“Hey,” you whispered in the middle of the table, letting them know you've sat with them since both Marie and Fleur were sneakily on their phones and Elisa doodling on her notebook. Elisa hummed at your approach, not even glancing at you.

“I’ll bring the tent.” Fleur said looking up from her phone, glancing at you and the girls. You breathed out, at least one of them isn’t ignoring you and actually looked at you from them.

“Guys imagine bringing snacks and staying up all night? We have to do that!” Elisa suddenly gasped, she grabbed Marie's bicep since they were sitting next to each other. “Fleur, what type of snacks do you want?”

You felt a sudden energy of sadness in you, not used to the feeling of being left out. You knew she was not purposefully trying to ignore you, but it felt like shit. Your mind kept reminding you of her Facebook post, that all of the things both of you went through (which isn't much…and you knew it), was all friendly. And she doesn't think you are pretty enough for her to talk to you.

“I don't care, sour patch kids and cheetos but you can bring the whole store and I'll eat anything.” Fleur shrugged, her fingers awkwardly tapping on the table.

“I can get the snacks.” You finally spoke out, voice slightly cracking when Elisa looked into your eyes across from you. You turned to your left to check on Fleur, and she nodded with a satisfied ‘okay’. Elisa shrugged, writing on her notebook ‘snacks’ under your initials.

“I'll bring the sleeping-bags… I already have four from family trips.” Elisa awkwardly mumbled, writing the things she needed under her name.

“Make sure Alex didn't shit on them, I don't want to take his.”

“Hell no I'm taking mine, you either take my parents’ or Alex's.”

“Fleur, take Alex's, imagine what her parents did on theirs.” Marie covering her face from Elisa with the palm of her hand as she ‘attempted’ to wink.

“Ew weirdo, they're literally divorced.” Elisa moved her body so she could see Marie’s face, but what she didn't realize is that she got really close to you by propping herself on the table with her hands, and sitting on her knees so she could move freely around the table and look at Marie. You panicked and pushed your seat slightly back, making Fleur notice and glancing at you for a second before turning back to them, “what are you gonna get?”

“I don't know… I'll get board games! Like Uno or something.” She exclaimed until she saw Elisa's disappointed face, “Okay fine I'll think of something else.”

The table went quiet, you looked around waiting for someone to say something. But Elisa just folded her arms on the table and rested her head on them to sleep.

You sighed as you look at the list,

“Elisa - sleeping bags

Fleur - tent

MAK - games?

Me - snacks Cheetos, sour patch kids, and anything”

While Elisa was sleeping, you kept glancing at her grown hair. You can't look at her for too long, or else you might end up having a meltdown. It bothered you that for the first time you had an actual crush, she doesn't even think you're pretty. A deep frown was stuck to your face, and you didn't care if Fleur, Marie or everyone in class noticed. All you wished is for her to see you the way you did.

Elisa wasn't sleeping, she did try to take a nap but her head kept distracting her. And the thought of you sleeping next to her is suffocating her. Would you wear a silk mini dress? Or a silly mickey mouse pjs? It doesn't matter, because she knew she would be a blushing mess no matter what you were wearing.

She was also thinking about what Marie and Fleur are gonna do. She knew that they liked playing risky games, what if they put the both of you together for seven minutes of heaven? Or dared you to kiss? They wouldn't do that. No way, right? What if when you watch a movie they force you and her to cuddle? She can't let them know the effects you have on her, because they would definitely try and set them up together.

“Eli stop being depressed, it's literally your birthday.” Fleur groaned out, reaching her hand to mess up Elisa's hair.

You glanced back at Fleur and then looked back to Elisa. Eli? Wait… maybe Fleur is the pretty girl she was talking about in that post. Or maybe they're just friends. You gave Samantha nicknames all the time! Sam, Sammy…it could be a friendly gesture, not a flirty one.

But your mind was lost, and the idea of them both going to prom reminded you that whatever relationship you want with her is never gonna happen…not when Fleur plays her hobby in the same academy as her and touches her hair and body all the time.

Elisa, or Eli, looked up with a fake animated pout, “stop… I already know you're gonna do something once we go training.”

Marie's head was pushed back from laughter, “should we put glue in her deodorant this time?”

“Ew! what the fuck?”

“I saw that from one of those DIY pranks on youtube.” She shrugged, tears rolling from her eyes looking at Elisa's horrified face.

You didn't say anything, feeling ashamed at not doing anything for her birthday. In your defense, you didn't know. But there was still guilt at the thought of bringing nothing for her.

You were also feeling flustered, not at the gift part, but at the feeling that started blooming in you when looking at Elisa that way. The pouty face, the panicked, and the frustrated expressions. Even if Elisa was ugly crying with snot going down her mouth, you'd still be blushing. It was a lot for you, too much in a span of 5 minutes. It didn't help that Elisa's hair had grown and now looks like a bird's nest from Fleur's hand.

Fleur tugged Elisa's hand, “we're not gonna do that, we will probably get kicked out of the academy.”

Elisa shut her eyes and sighed loudly, “thank the lord.” Making the whole table softly giggle and go silent.

It was awkward, maybe for you only. So you took a risk, “Happy birthday Elisa, sorry I didn't get a gift…I didn't know until now.”

She looked up from her scribbles to you and gave you a small smile, “no worries, I'm not really expecting one from anyone in here anyways.”

“I'm pretty sure we can do something on camp day, right girls?” Maybe you can get her something on Friday, “like a mini party at night? Unless you guys have to sleep early for football, of course.”

Fleur looked at the girls at the table, having a silent conversation with their eyes only. Your hands were starting to feel clammy. Oh God, what if they're talking shit about me? What if I sound so desperate now?

“That's a cute idea, sure!” Fleur smiled at you, she looked back at Elisa, now having a suspicious face and glancing at everyone around the table, “we don't have training on Saturdays, we have a match on Sundays though. But it's okay, they're always in the afternoon or evenings so we don't have to wake up early.”

You turned to look at Elisa, but her eyes remained on Fleur next to you. Take a risk, you reminded yourself, it worked last time.

You tapped her hand making her turn to look at you, “don't worry, no pranks. Just a small birthday party.” You gave her a smile.

Elisa looked at your eyes, it had been long since she had actually tried to maintain eye contact with your eyes (she was clearly blind not to notice the struggle isn't one-sided), her cheeks turned slightly pink, enough for you to smile even larger, “Ugh, thanks. I just want you to know that you really don't have to do all of that.”

“Why not? You know, in some places like Mexico and Latin America, they celebrate the 15th birthday like weddings! It's called quinceañera. They invite a lot of people and wear fancy dresses. It's sweet, and I know I don't have to do it, but I want to.”

Marie's eyes were wide as she gave a knowing look to Fleur, the table remained quiet for a few seconds as the both of them were communicating with their eyes.

Elisa was not just pink, she was red as a cherry now. She let out a giggle at what you said and just gave out a shrug, knowing if she tried to say something it would either be dumb or just a long minute of stuttering.

For the first time, it wasn't embarrassment or awkwardness that was filling you from this silence, it was hope. Hope that maybe there could be something that you can make from the relationship, especially after Elisa's blushing mess.

After a minute of praying that all of this would end, Elisa's prayers were answered when your teacher asked for everyone to move back into their seats.

When you sat back down next to Sam, she turned to look at you with a knowing smirk, “how was it?”

“Did you know it's Elisa's birthday today?” You quickly asked her, turning your body now to the front of the class since the lesson will actually start.

“No, are you doing something for her?” She asked, hoping you'd say something that will make her ‘theory’ true.

“Not now, but in camp I'm gonna get her something. What should I get her?” You remained facing the teacher as you replied.

Sam smiled, holding in her laugh, “I don't know…maybe football boots?”

You thought for a second before shrugging off what she said, “no, they're too expensive and I don't know her shoe size.”

“Hmm…I don't know, we'll figure it out later.”

You nodded at what she said before continuing writing the notes.

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Your father sighed quietly when he saw the bill, “all of this? A cake? And a… what even is that?” He took a sip of the dark cup of coffee he had, staring at some old romcom show on TV.

“It's for the camp out thing, I told you before me and mama left,” You glanced at his distracted face, glad that the show is making him less angry than how he would've reacted without it. “It's a mini cake! For my friend's birthday. And that thing is a bracelet set, so I can make jewelry.” You calmly spoke out.

“Ugh fine, just let me know when you buy the whole store next time.” He groaned out, shrugging you off with his hand.

“Thanks, love you.” You bent down and kissed his head, running off to your room to pack your things.

You grabbed a gym bag, something your mom abandoned for years. And started filling them with essentials, pads, underwear, your hello kitty pj's that you weren't embarrassed by, some emergency products in case anything happened.

You brought another bag for all of the snacks, making sure the cake box is placed on top so it doesn’t get mushed. Turning around your room, you opened the bracelet making kit and stared at the beads. Would Elisa wear a bracelet? They aren’t a very feminine thing, and you were sure if you used masculine colors she would be okay with it.

The problem is that you were not sure if she would accept it from you. You weren’t close with her, why would she wear something you made her? She doesn’t even wear any jewelry in the first place! You rolled your eyes as you groaned loudly, dropping your body backwards on your bed. You knew you were overthinking it, but you really wanted her to like you. It felt like elementary days, where the kids would buy gifts for their classmates to gain a friendship.

Deciding to make her a black and white bracelet, the colors of a classic football and it was not ‘feminine’, something Elisa has avoided throughout the whole school semester.

After thirty minutes and an intense back stretch, you were finally satisfied with the product. You placed it in a small velvet bag, writing a small note in it that says ‘happy belated birthday, I don’t know if you like wearing jewelry like these, but I hope you would like this.’ You also decided to take the bracelet kit with you there too, maybe Marie or Fleur would want to make some at midnight.

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It was already Friday, all of the students abandoning the teachers as they excitedly planned their evenings together. You were standing in the office, where the class kept their Camp Out equipment before classes started. It was already 4pm, and now you were meant to be moving to the park. You were shyly staring at your group, too scared to approach them. But Elisa turned around and spotted you, giving you a small wave so you could go there.

You grinned, giving her a wave back as you carried your three bags; your backpack, gym bag, and the beach bag that was filled with the snacks, “Hey, I brought everything here.”

Fleur turned to glance at you, “oh hey, thanks by the way.” She bent down and carried your things to the corner of the room.

“Oh, you don't have to do this. You're still injured!”

She shrugged you off, “don't worry about it.”

“Alright, let's move from the back door, walk across that football pitch, and go on that sidewalk.” The counselor called out.

You went down and carried your backpack, grabbing the other two heavy bags when Elisa's hand stopped you, “I got it.”

“You are already carrying 2 sleeping bags, it's okay.” You argued, but before you grasped the handles Elisa was already lifting them.

She turned to maintain eye contact with you, “It's fine.”

You nodded and followed the teachers. You were a few steps ahead from the other girls, but you were able to hear what they were saying.

“Yo, look at her back,” Katoto laughed out loud, “Elisa trying so hard to look strong.”

“Shut up!” Elisa whisper-shouted at both of the girls giggling. It was obvious that she was struggling with carrying the bags, but she wanted you to think of her as a strong girl.

You bit your lip, holding in the giggle that almost came out of you. The walk was long, and the bickering between the girls did not stop.

“Elisa, you're so strong, please come carry my things for me.” Fleur fake-groaned, obviously mocking Elisa's posture.

Marie was already in tears by now, clutching into her stomach from the pain. Elisa hoped that you couldn't hear any of the things they're saying or else she'd just die. But by the way your shoulders were vibrating, she knew that you had been laughing with them.

When the class reached the empty field, you went to the right side (the girl's section) and placed all of your things there. You looked at Elisa's red face, “thanks…you didn't have to carry all of them.”

Elisa threw everything roughly on the ground, her shoulders and back too damaged to care about the safety of the products inside your bag, “oh no…I'm fine.” She nodded towards you, twisting her torso and trying to stretch the pained muscle on her lower back.

You giggled seeing her like this and nodded back, going over to Marie and opening the big tent bag. While trying to stabilize the tent edge into the ground, you saw a shadow crouch down next to you, “Hey y/n… you can have my sleeping bag tonight.”

When you turned to look at your right, your face blushed at how close she was. Her eyes were burning yours, trying to see a reaction of discomfort from how close she is to you. But she found none, other than a slight shaky breath and pinkish cheeks.

“Are you sure? It's yours.”

Elisa placed her shaky hands on top of yours, tightening the fabric of the tent into the ground when she realized it was loose, “I can sleep in my mom's or dad's… I feel like it would be inappropriate of me to just give you theirs and not mine.”

“What about Marie and Fleur?” You asked, glancing at the both of them adjusting the other corners.

“Pfft who cares about them, they can sleep on the ground.” Elisa shrugged them off, making you laugh.

“Wow…I'm sure they would be disappointed at your loyalty.” You sarcastically gasped.

Elisa smiled shyly, getting closer to the point where your shoulders were sticking to each other, “oh please…our relationship is just us bullying each other.”

It was a minute of silence between you guys, the both of you not wanting to leave the other. It was until Fleur groaned out as she stood up, looking at the both of you ‘adjusting’ the corner and giving Marie a suspicious nudge.

Marie looked at the both of you and winked at Fleur, “guys let's put the things inside!”

The both of you quietly sighed in disappointment, standing up and grabbing all of the bags inside and organizing the place.

“Wow you brought all of these snacks?” Fleur gasped as she looked through the beach bag, “wait, what is that?”

She pointed at the cake box, “shh… that's Elisa's birthday cake.”

Fleur nodded as she got closer to the cake, “what flavor is it?”

“Chocolate with vanilla frosting,” You responded, “I felt like Elisa would like that…no?”

Fleur remained silent for a second before turning to look at Elisa, “Hey Elisa, isn't strawberry your favorite cake flavor?”

You huffed out and turned the other way, I guess she didn't hear me when I said ‘shhh’, you looked at Elisa as she gave Fleur a disgusted look, “ew no what the fuck?”

Fleur rolled her eyes in annoyance, “oh come on, is it too girly for you?”

Elisa glared at Fleur, “no it just tastes like anything but strawberries.” She laid down the sleeping bags in order before adding, “chocolate is my favorite, I thought you'd know this.”

Fleur turned and gave you a surprised look, “wow I guess y/n knows Elisa more than us.”

It was obvious Fleur was teasing the both of you, and the way Marie was smirking on the side didn't help Elisa's panic. Was her attraction that obvious? What if you think it's gross the way they're joking?

There was a moment of silence, Elisa glaring at both of her friends while you organized your stuff on the corner. A shadow came by the tent door, “Girls go out, we have some tasks for you!”

Marie gaped at the door, “I thought this camp was supposed to be fun!”

“Stop complaining and go out now!”

“Okay, miss!” You yelled out before rolling your eyes. Today is going to be a long day.

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“Here is your pizza.” Elisa placed a cheese pizza next to you and sat there. You stopped touching the small cut on your toe and looked up, “hey, thanks.”

Elisa nodded, looking at the bloody toe you have, “I will get you a bandaid once we go to our tents, okay? I can clean up the cut too.”

You felt your cheeks turn hot at Elisa’s gentleness towards you. Instead of responding to her, you just gave her a shy smile and bit into your pizza.

Fleur and Katoto sat further away from the both of you. Usually, they would get jealous and frustrated at how Elisa is basically ignoring their existence. But you were an exception, especially when this is the first time they see Elisa this way with anyone. As well as, seeing you have a crush on someone… someone that’s a girl and their bestfriend.

Elisa wanted you to see her as a responsible person, someone that can help you whenever you need it. She carried your stuff, made your sleeping ‘corner’, helped you walk when you tripped over a rock and hurt yourself, gave you your dinner, and now offered to clean up your cut. She just hoped that it wouldn't overwhelm you, and maybe you’d realize that she is just an annoying, clingy person that doesn’t understand boundaries.

But you never complained, only looking down and avoiding eye contacts with a sheepish smile. There was some hope, that maybe you’d actually see her the way she sees you, and maybe you actually like girls. That’s a thought Elisa is currently trying to avoid, too afraid to hurt herself the more she thinks about it.

You took a few bites from the large pizza slice before turning to Elisa, “Hey… I got you a mini gift,” You placed your left hand into your pocket and pulled out the mini jewelry bag, placing it delicately into her palm. “I hope you like it.”

She smiled shyly as she tightly grasped it, “you didn't have to get me a gift.”

You avoided eye contact while taking a bite, “I know, but I wanted to.”

“Guys if you're done, get your pajamas and go back to the school building to change,” one of the teachers yelled out, “there are lights around the school so it won't be too dark.”

You turned to look at Fleur and Marie, signaling with your head if you should go now or wait. They nodded and slowly stood up, their legs too sore from sitting for too long.

You placed your left palm on the ground to push yourself up, but you saw Elisa standing up and reaching out for your hands. Everything was overwhelming you, she was too gentle and sweet with you. And it horrified you to know that all of this can be a friendly gesture, that all Elisa wants is some pretty girl that definitely wasn't you.

The group walked to the bathrooms with their clothes, Fleur and Marie changed in the same cubicle, claiming that they're making more space for others who want to change. Elisa went to one alone while you did the same, getting slight deja vu from the first week of school.

You were out first, braiding your thick long hair. Some of your other classmates were also in the restroom with you, so you decided to have a chat with them while you waited on the others.

“Augh fuck guys,” Elisa groaned out from her cubicle. Opening the door slightly with pink cheeks and a shameful look.

You looked worriedly, stepping forward to check if she hurt herself on something. But she shied away and hid herself from the door, “Hey Elisa…is everything okay?”

“Umm…yeah, I just got my period I guess.” She muttered weakly, too embarrassed at herself for not tracking the days or even bringing something with her.

“It's okay…do you want pads or tampons? I've got some stuff.” You whispered back, it's obvious she didn't want the others to know about it.

“Can I get a tampon?” She asked, opening the door slightly so you can hear her better.

But you froze, you didn't want to admit it but she looked precious this way. You thought that you've been strong this whole day, but seeing her vulnerable in front of you made you feel weak in the knees.

You nodded quickly, going to your bag and pulling out one. You rushed to the cubicle and handed it, “I'm gonna do something, just meet me at the tent, okay?”

She gave you a soft smile in gratitude and nodded, before shutting the door.

You took a heating bag from your never-ending bag and decided to go to the school kitchen, hoping it would be open and whoever is in there would allow you to use some of the equipment.

When you got in, you noticed one of the janitors. Thankfully, she was a sweet old lady that loved you. When you told her what happened, she gave you an understanding glance before pouring hot water into the bag you had.

When you reached the tent, you noticed all of them sitting in a circle. They were whispering into each other, and it seemed as though Elisa was embarrassed and frustrated with what they were saying. When she saw you at the door, she sat up, “she's here.”

“Hey guys, I had to go to the kitchen for this.” You raised the bag, and delicately gave it to Elisa.

She placed it on her lower stomach, croaking a small ‘thank you’. She was worried if you heard their previous conversation, since it was about you. Fleur and Marie were making comments about how Elisa ignored them the whole time they were here. Even when they were watching a movie, Elisa was near you in some way. That's how she came and helped you out when you fell, the memory of her catching you is still vivid in her mind, your body felt so soft in her arms.

“Let's play truth and dare!” Fleur jumped to the ‘trash’ corner and grabbed one of the empty bottles.

“Nope, I'm not playing.” Elisa moved away from the group, going to her ‘corner’.

“Oh come on, what's wrong with playing this?” Marie groaned loudly, going over to Elisa to pull her back into the circle.

You were still standing by Elisa's now empty spot, too shy to sit down. What if they didn't want you to play with them?

“I know what you guys wanna do, and I'm honestly not in the mood for all of this.” Elisa snapped, slapping Marie's hand away from her, “especially now.”

You turned the other way, pulling out some book from your bag to read. You felt shame all over you, it's obvious that she doesn't want to play with them because you're around. You didn't understand, she was attached to you all day, and now she doesn't want to play with you?

Marie smacked Elisa’s hand again, pointing discreetly at your discomfort. She leaned into Elisa and whispered, “you’re making her feel sad…she thinks you don't want her to play with us.”

“That’s not why I don’t wanna play.” Elisa whispered back, watching you as you read some romance novel in your hand.

“But that’s what she thinks,” she tapped Elisa’s shoulder before going to the middle of the tent with Fleur. The both of them are curious on what Elisa would do to make you join.

Elisa groaned internally, she has been too affectionate with you this whole day. Would you be grossed out by her admiration and gentleness?

She slowly walked up to you, “hey… do you wanna play with us?”

You glanced up to look at her, “umm…if you want me to play with you.”

Elisa’s heart broke when she heard your voice crack from insecurity. She didn’t mean for this to happen, she just didn’t want to scare you off from Fleur or Marie’s questions, “of course we want you to play with us…c’mon.” reached out her hand for you to grab, and she felt her muscles relax when you placed your soft hands on hers.

When you both sat in the circle, she was next to you. Marie smiled at you, happy that you accepted to play with them, and spinned the bottle. It awkwardly stopped when the cap was pointing at Fleur, “hmm…truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Fleur responded confidently, folding her arms on her chest.

“Okay…I dare you to like the first 5 posts of the first person that pops up on Facebook.”

Fleur glared at Marie, turning on her phone to see who would pop up, “Oh my God no…it’s my uncle. He’ll be so confused on why I’m liking posts from 2007.”

After many rounds of playing, Fleur’s bottle stopped at you. “Truth or dare, y/n?”

You paused for a second to think, considering the previous dares, you settled for truth.

“Umm…do you like Paul? We promise we won't tell.”

“We're loners anyways we don't have anyone to tell us to.” Marie added, trying to make you more comfortable with them.

You remained silent for a few seconds, avoiding their eyes -especially Elisa's, “No, I don't like how he treats Elisa.”

Elisa perked up when she heard what you said. Flashbacks from prom night came crashing into her,

“I don’t care about him.” You gulped the water and threw the paper cup in the trash.

“Did he hurt you?” She stepped closer to you as the loud music was making it difficult for her to hear you. But your flustered state made you step back, “no, he just said something rude about someone I care about…”

Was he talking about her? Did you care about her that much?

Elisa's cheeks were too pink to be ignored, Fleur smirked and decided to ask you another question, “so before Elisa was here, did you like him?”

You were still a little shaken at the question, “I don't think so…maybe a small crush I guess. I think I just missed our friendship more, since we knew each other since we were kids.”

They nodded, before agreeing that they should stop playing truth or dare and find another game. You were already exhausted, so you made it clear that you'll just head to sleep.

“But it's only 11,” Elisa pouted at what you said, disappointed that you won't get to spend time with her.

You were cleaning up around the sleeping bag to save up time from tomorrow morning. You peeped next to you and saw Elisa sitting there, “Hey again,”

She smiled at your voice and gave you a soft ‘hey’ back.

“I guess we should just talk before sleeping, yeah?” You teased her, feeling happy that you have company before sleeping.

“Yeah… I guess I wanted to just tell you that,” she paused, too lost in your eyes, making the conversation difficult for the both of you, “...you don't have to avoid Paul because of what he's doing to me.”

You frustratingly shook your head, “no Elisa. He's rude and annoying, I don't like people like that,” you looked down at your hands as you whispered the last part, “I just want a sweet, gentle…person who wouldn't mock or laugh at people”

Elisa nodded in understanding, before leaning down to meet your eyes, “Okay…I get it.”

You were grateful at the comfortable atmosphere you guys have, but a question was running in your mind as you bit your lip in thought, “Hey Elisa…I have a question,”

Elisa heard your timid voice, scooting closer to you to the point of your shoulders touching, “Yeah?”

“I know you like women,” you admitted quickly, looking at her eyes to see if there is any discomfort.

She grinned before replying, “one, that's not a question. That's a statement. Two, I think everyone knows that.”

You exhaled slowly when you realized she isn't uncomfortable with you knowing. And a slight blush came into your cheeks as you realized that she does like girls. Elisa likes girls! “umm… I didn't want to assume! After prom, I felt guilty for making you walk home alone so I went into your Facebook to check if you're okay and found a post that said something like… ‘I wish I knew how to talk to pretty girls.’... I guess I just connected the dots.”

Élisa's eyes widened, “wait…my Facebook account isn't private?!”

You quickly shook your head, mumbling a quick ‘nope’.

“Oh… I guess I have to change that. But oh well,” she shrugged on the last part.

Elisa can see you stare at her, and a feeling of panic started rising in her chest.

“Did your barber go on a holiday or are you trying a new haircut?” You joked, pointing at Elisa's longish hair now. It was covering her forehead and swooped to her right.

She laughed at what you said, raising her hair to make sure it looks neat, “I wanted to try something new.”

“It looks like Justin Bieber… you know the haircut. I don't know about the voice.”

She gave you a fake offended look, before replying, “well…do you think Justin is cute?”

You bit your lip in thought, “no…blonds aren't my thing.”

Elisa's eyes were locked with yours, she was starting to breathe heavily. Something in her is telling her that this conversation isn't just a random one, it means something. “What about brown haired people?”

Swallowing your spit before subtly biting your lip teasingly, “you mean brunettes?”

Elisa embarrassingly nodded, hoping that she doesn't look desperate waiting for your response.

“Brunettes are my type, yeah.” You gave her a grin, waiting for what she would do next.

“Good,” Elisa responded, involuntarily moving her hand to play with her hair again, “what about eyes?”

You blushed deeply, “I like brown eyes…soft and sweet to look at. Sometimes blue or green eyes are just too…sharp? Harsh? I don't know.”

Elisa hummed in agreement, turning her body slightly to glance at Marie and Fleur. She wanted to signal to them that maybe something is happening between you guys. But both of them were too busy playing Uno.

“Who do you find pretty, Elisa,” you breathed out, making Elisa turn to look at you in a flustered state, “what's your type in girls?”

Elisa clenched her jaw tightly while thinking. What was she supposed to say? That you're exactly her type? “I like brun- brunettes too. I like girls that are soft spoken and delicate, that care about others,” she was lost in thought as her fingers were playing with your bracelet, “long hair…I like it when they have long hair.”

You on the other hand were trying not to scream or run away. You didn't want to think highly of yourself, but that sounds like you right? You distractingly reached out for your long braid, waiting for Elisa to stop playing with her fingers and look at you.

When she didn't, you decided to ask her another question, “how did your parents react?...I mean if you came out.”

Elisa turned to look at you, “I didn't have to come out. I've always been this way,” she scratched her neck, “I mean… I never had long hair, always wanted to do the same thing as my brother. And I also had this obvious crush on a girl in my class when I was like 5 years old, they knew all about it.”

You nodded, “I can't imagine you with long hair.”

Elisa laughed, “I can't imagine myself with long hair, it would be a disaster.”

“So…are you bisexual, or a lesbian?”

Elisa eyebrows furrowed, how did you even know these terms? They weren't something you hear a lot in public, “I can't ever like a man…they're just ‘eh’.”

You giggled before scooting closer to her, “Okay.”

Elisa thought for a moment, “why do you like boys?”

You shrugged with a pout on your face, “I don't think it's a choice you know. But for now…I don't like any guy.”

Elisa's body physically relaxed as she exhaled. Hearing that you don't like a guy right now made her feel hopeful, “Well…who from the class is the closest to your type?”

You rolled your eyes before crawling to the door and zipping it open, “I wonder what are they doing right now,” you stuck your head out, the cool wind making the small baby hair around your head fly. Elisa pulled the tent door more open to stick her head next to you too.

From the dim lights of the school and the moonlight, a slight shadow was seen from the ‘boys’ side of the pitch. It was clear the boys were wrestling, so Elisa made a joke, “wow, they're fucking already?”

You gasped loudly as you gaped at Elisa. She guiltily looked away from you with a quick, “sorry.”

You cackled before staring at the shadows again, “you know what? They're already shirtless.”

Her body relaxed near you and continued staring at them, “Ugh, they're so gross.”

“I don't even understand how they're shirtless in this weather.” You shivered at the thought of being naked in the weather.

Elisa turned to look at your thin t-shirt and whispered to you, “are you cold?”

You looked down at your shirt, “oh no…I'm fine.”

Elisa can read the lie in your face, she rolled her eyes as she started to remove the black jacket she was wearing over her plain gray shirt, “I can see you y/n,” she handed it to you, “it's January I don't know what you were thinking.”

You groaned in embarrassment, “they said this January would be hot! That's why they moved Camp Out to today…it was usually in March,” you wore her jacket, “it seems that I'm always cold around you.”

“And I'm always there to warm you up.”

You blushed as you shifted your body to face her, she smiled and did the same as now the both you were right in front of each other, “feeling cold isn't the only feeling I have around you.”

Elisa's eyes widened, she hopes that maybe you're referring to romantic feelings. She leaned in closer, looking deeply into your eyes, “what feeling?”

You sighed as you leaned in closer, “Elisa…you know it.”

Elisa smiled in satisfaction, internally thanking Mr.Nick for placing you in her camp group, “what? Feeling sad?”

You rolled your eyes, “no.”

Elisa sarcastically hummed in thought, getting closer to you as your foreheads were touching, “what feeling?”

You let out a huff, it's either now or never. Your eyes fluttered close and you leaned in to kiss her. Elisa barely felt your lips, it was obvious that you were nervous. But even with the softest touch, Elisa's eyes were automatically shut close as she exhaled from her nose.

You leaned back before muttering, “I hope that shows you what feeling.”

Elisa's smile was bright, she got closer to you before whispering, “I think I need more to clarify.”

She leaned in and captured your lips, this time it was a firm kiss. Elisa placed her palm on the back of your neck as she tried to deepen the kiss, but you shyly backed away.

Elisa would've felt offended if she hadn't seen your flustered state, she kept her hand on your neck as she waited for you to speak.

“Sorry…that was my first kiss, I got nervous.”

Elisa smiled in understandment, she knew the feeling too. Her reddish cheeks and shaky hand on your neck showed everyone around her that she was struggling to keep calm.

“It's my first kiss too.”

There was a moment of silence as the both of you were smiling at each other. You shakenly placed your hand at the back of her neck, softly tugging and playing with her hair.

Elisa's eyes closed as she sighed loudly, “I thought for the longest time that you didn't like me,”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “what? How?”

“...you were talkative to everyone but never talked to me.”

Elisa's insecurity was shown from her timid voice. You frowned in disappointment, “I never meant it that way…I guess I was too shy around you.”

Elisa lightly cuddled her head onto your shoulder. She was too shy to face you after the kiss, “Do I make you nervous?”

You lightly slapped her head, “dude you literally just said that I talked to everyone except you.”

Elisa gasped as she fake-glared at you, “don't ‘dude’ me!”

You sarcastically rolled your eyes and pushed her shoulder away from you, “whatever, I’m going to sleep now,” you covered yourself under the sleeping bag and closed your eyes, before whispering “goodnight.”

Elisa had a beaming smile, she leaned closer to your silhouette and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, “Goodnight y/n…I don’t think I can sleep after this but I’ll try.”

With a soft smile, you fell asleep almost immediately. It felt like a heavy weight just dropped from your shoulder. Everything is different now, and you knew it too. You didn’t know what would happen in the morning or how things would work out with her, but it didn’t matter right now. The feeling of Elisa’s lips was still lingering on yours, and if you licked your lips you’d be able to taste the vanilla chapstick she always uses.

Elisa remained sitting next to your sleeping bag, she was heaving quietly from the shock of everything. Is this a dream or a joke? The idea of you being gay and liking her is making her internally jump in joy. She turned to Marie and Fleur, but the both of them were gaping at her. Fleur had a smirk while Marie had a look of disgust.

Elisa speed-crawled to the both of them, grabbing the Uno cards from their hands and shuffling them, “did you guys see that?”

“Yes?!” Fleur exclaimed, she smacked Elisa’s arm in a joking manner, “I can’t believe she’s gay…and she kissed you!”

“Shhh… guys I’m panicking, what am I gonna do?”

“Take it slow, we have around 4 months before the summer…If you’re not so annoying, you guys can date and when we have the U-17 tournament, she can come there with us and be like Victoria Beckham…absolute WAG.” Marie made a gesture with her hands for the girls to see the vision. But Elisa slapped them away, “You’re thinking of that summer tournament while I’m thinking of our first date. Marie, you’re so fucking useless oh my God.”

“okay…Elisa calm down,” Fleur intervened, she glanced back at your sleeping silhouette, “Eli…not to ruin your mood, but who says she’s gay? This could be some sort of phase or an experiment for her since you’re the first masculine girl she probably ever saw.”

Elisa’s smile dropped at what Fleur said, “That can’t be…she kissed me first.”

“Okay? She might be confused with her emotions.”

Elisa sighed loudly as she dropped her face to her hands, rubbing her face roughly, “It’s okay…we’ll take it slow. And if she doesn’t like me that way, she can tell me.”

Fleur gave her a tight-lipped smile and pulled her in for a hug, “yeah, that would be great.”

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The Ghost Who Loved - Taehyung Oneshot

Genre: Supernatural Romance, Fantasy, Angst, Mystery, Drama

Warning: This story contains themes of supernatural elements, ghosts, and lost memories. It includes emotional tension, romance, and scenes involving the exploration of identity and self-discovery.

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The park was unusually quiet that morning. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and children’s laughter echoed in the distance. Y/N sat on her favorite bench, staring at the world that continued to move without her.

She didn’t know how long it had been since she became a ghost. Days? Weeks? Months? She couldn’t remember. The only thing she knew for sure was her name: Y/N. Everything else was a foggy, unreachable blur.

The solitude was unbearable. No one could see her, no one could hear her. She was alone.

Until today.

A man approached the bench and sat down, his sharp features catching her attention immediately. He was tall, with dark hair styled effortlessly, dressed in a sleek black coat that screamed sophistication. He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine.

Y/N found herself leaning on the armrest, admiring him closely. What does it matter? He can’t see me anyway.

But then, his eyes flickered up from his phone and landed right on hers.

“Excuse me, miss?” he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.

Y/N froze.

“You... can see me?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

His brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? Of course, I can see you. You’re standing right there.”

Y/N’s emotions flooded her all at once—relief, confusion, and excitement. She peppered him with questions, her words spilling out like a waterfall.

“How can you see me? Are you... like me? Are there others like us? What’s going on? Please, tell me!”

The man leaned back, looking at her as though she were insane. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Before Y/N could explain further, another man’s voice interrupted them.

“Taehyung! Let’s go, man. We’re gonna be late.”

The stranger—Taehyung—glanced over his shoulder and waved dismissively. But when he turned back, Y/N was still there, staring at him with wide, desperate eyes.

“Stop following me,” he hissed under his breath, standing up abruptly.

But Y/N didn’t budge. “I can’t! You’re the only one who can see me! Do you know how lonely it’s been? Please, just talk to me.”

Taehyung groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. People around them were starting to stare.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” one of his friends asked, looking concerned.

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “No one,” he muttered, glaring at Y/N. “Go away.”

But she didn’t. Instead, she followed him, determined to stick with the only person who could acknowledge her existence.

“Don’t talk to me,” Taehyung snapped, turning to her as they walked.

Y/N tilted her head. “Then stop answering me. You’re only making it worse for yourself.”

Taehyung’s friend grabbed his arm, whispering urgently. “Taehyung, people are staring. Are you okay?”

He shot Y/N one last glare before letting his friend drag him away. But as he walked, he kept glancing over his shoulder, his expression a mix of irritation and confusion.

Y/N followed at a safe distance, her mind racing. She didn’t know who Taehyung was or why he could see her, but she was determined to find out.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she had hope.

---

Taehyung’s mansion stood in stark contrast to the chaos of his life. On the outside, it was a modern architectural marvel—pristine white walls, enormous glass windows, and surrounded by lush greenery. Inside, it was a sanctuary for his art, every wall adorned with paintings, sketches, and sculptures. But for Taehyung, it was a hollow, lifeless space.

Returning from his art gallery late that evening, he barely had the energy to kick off his shoes. Flopping onto his bed, still in his dark turtleneck and slacks, he exhaled deeply. His thoughts drifted to his messy life—his failed marriage, the stress of trying to create meaningful art again, and the bizarre encounter with that girl at the park.

“A ghost,” he muttered to himself, scoffing. “I need sleep.”

Unbeknownst to him, Y/N had followed him all the way home.

Slipping through the locked front door, she marveled at her surroundings. The house was like something out of a dream, with its grand chandeliers, sleek furniture, and a vast collection of art. Her fingers brushed against the canvases and sculptures, careful not to disturb anything too much.

“This place is incredible,” she whispered to herself, wandering room to room.

Eventually, she found herself in Taehyung’s bedroom. He was fast asleep, one arm draped across his forehead. Y/N tilted her head, watching him curiously.

“I wonder why he can see me,” she mused, walking around the room. Her fingers grazed the edges of his sketchbooks and brushes. She was fascinated by the small details of his life but careful not to wake him.

The next morning, Taehyung woke up groggily, running a hand through his messy hair. After a quick shower, he headed downstairs to make himself breakfast.

But the smell of something savory filled the air.

His brows furrowed. He hadn’t even started cooking. He turned the corner and froze.

There she was.

The girl from the park, standing in his kitchen, humming softly as she stirred something in a pan.

“What the—?!” Taehyung stormed over, grabbing her wrist. “How the hell did you get in here?!”

Y/N yelped in surprise, staring at his hand clutching hers. “Y-You can touch me?”

“What are you talking about? Of course, I can touch—” Taehyung froze, his grip loosening slightly. “Wait... I can touch you. But... how?”

Y/N’s lips parted in shock, but before she could say anything, Taehyung dragged her toward the front door, muttering angrily. “I don’t know how you got in here, but you’re leaving. Now.”

He shoved her out and locked the door, breathing heavily as he leaned against it. “She’s gone. She has to be gone,” he told himself, peeking through the window to confirm.

But a soft tap on his shoulder made him whirl around, his heart pounding.

There she was, standing in the middle of his living room, a playful smirk on her lips.

“How did you—?!”

“I’ll show you,” Y/N said simply. She walked over to the door, phased through it like it wasn’t even there, then stepped back in the same way.

Taehyung stared, dumbfounded. “You’re not real,” he muttered under his breath.

“Really? Does this look unreal to you?” she retorted, pointing at the table where she had set the steaming plates of food.

Still unconvinced, Taehyung pulled out his phone and called his mother, his hands trembling slightly.

“Mom,” he said when she answered. “Can you see the food on the dining table?”

“Food? Yes, I can see it. It looks delicious! Why do you ask?”

Taehyung hung up without answering, his eyes darting to Y/N. She was invisible in the reflection of the nearby glass, and the security cameras showed an empty kitchen.

He sank into the chair, running a hand over his face. “This isn’t a hallucination,” he muttered. “You’re real.”

Y/N grinned, perching herself on the armrest of the couch. “Told you.”

Taehyung looked up at her, his mind racing with questions he wasn’t sure he wanted answers to.

---

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, staring at Y/N with narrowed eyes. She sat across from him, perched casually on the edge of his coffee table like she belonged there.

“So, let me get this straight,” Taehyung began, his voice heavy with sarcasm. “You want me to help you figure out who you are? A ghost with no memory of her past?”

Y/N nodded earnestly. “Yes. You’re the only one who can see me. The only one who can help.”

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temples. “And what makes you think I can do anything about this? I’m not exactly an expert in the... supernatural.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted, her voice softening. “But I’m alone. I’ve been alone for so long, and now... now you can see me. That has to mean something, right?”

Her vulnerability gave Taehyung pause. For the first time, he saw the fear and loneliness beneath her playful demeanor. It tugged at something inside him—something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Fine,” he said at last. “I’ll help you. But on one condition.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Anything!”

“As soon as we figure out who you are and why you’re here, you leave. No hanging around, no haunting my house. Deal?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Deal.”

Taehyung extended a hand out of habit but quickly pulled it back, realizing how strange it would look. Instead, Y/N gave a mock salute, grinning. “You won’t regret this!”

---

Over the next few days, Y/N settled into Taehyung’s home like she belonged there. She explored every nook and cranny, commenting on his choice of décor, admiring his artwork, and occasionally teasing him about his messiness.

Taehyung, on the other hand, found himself adjusting to her presence in ways he hadn’t expected. For the first time in years, the house didn’t feel so empty.

But she had her moments.

“Taehyung!” Y/N called one morning, her voice carrying through the mansion. “Have you seen my—oh, never mind, found it!”

Taehyung groaned, pulling his pillow over his head. “It’s six in the morning, Y/N! Ghosts aren’t supposed to need sleep, so why do I have to suffer?”

Y/N poked her head through the bedroom door. Literally.

“You’re the one who agreed to help me,” she reminded him with a cheeky grin.

Taehyung threw the pillow at her, but it went right through, hitting the wall with a dull thud.

“Annoying,” he muttered under his breath as he got up to start his day.

---

When he had to leave the house, Taehyung made a point of wearing his earpods, pretending he was on a call whenever Y/N decided to chat with him in public.

“Why do you care so much about what other people think?” she asked one afternoon as they walked through a crowded street.

“Because unlike you, I have a reputation to maintain,” he replied, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

“Oh, come on. You’re just talking to yourself. It’s not like people are going to think you’re crazy or anything.”

Taehyung stopped walking and turned to face her. “Y/N, people already think I’m crazy for arguing with thin air in the middle of a park. I’m not giving them any more reasons.”

Y/N just laughed, skipping ahead like she didn’t have a care in the world.

---

At night, Taehyung often found himself staring at the ceiling, wondering why he, of all people, could see and touch her.

“Do you think it means something?” he asked one evening, breaking the silence as they sat in the living room.

Y/N looked up from the sketchbook she was flipping through. “What?”

“That I can see you. That I can touch you.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s just a random thing. Like fate messing with us for fun.”

Taehyung snorted. “Fate? That’s the best explanation you’ve got?”

Y/N shrugged. “You’re the one who brought it up.”

As frustrating as she could be, Taehyung had to admit that her presence had started to fill the gaping void in his life. His house no longer felt so oppressively quiet, and the constant company, while annoying at times, was oddly comforting.

But there was still the matter of figuring out her identity—a task Taehyung had no idea how to approach.

“Where do we even start?” he muttered to himself as he stared at his computer screen, searching for articles on the supernatural.

Y/N leaned over his shoulder, peering at the screen. “Don’t ask me. You’re the expert now.”

Taehyung sighed, closing his laptop. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

Y/N grinned. “Welcome to my world.”

---

Taehyung sat at his desk, scrolling through endless social media profiles in a futile attempt to find someone resembling Y/N. She hovered behind him, peeking at the screen and occasionally making unhelpful comments.

“That one looks like me!” she chirped, pointing to a random woman.

“That one has pink hair,” Taehyung deadpanned, glancing back at her.

Y/N shrugged. “Maybe I dyed my hair as a ghost and forgot?”

Taehyung groaned, closing the laptop. “This is getting us nowhere. If you’re not online, maybe it’s because...” He paused, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Because what?” Y/N asked suspiciously.

“Maybe you’re from decades ago,” he teased, leaning back in his chair. “You know, before the internet existed. That would make you ancient. Grandma Y/N.”

Y/N gasped, spinning to face the mirror across the room. She touched the surface lightly, her fingers brushing against it.

“I don’t even know what I look like,” she said softly, her voice barely audible.

Taehyung’s teasing smile faded instantly. He stared at her reflection—or lack thereof—and felt a pang of guilt.

“Hey,” he said gently, standing up. “Come with me.”

Y/N turned to him, confused, but followed him to his painting room. The space was as much a sanctuary as it was a workspace, with shelves of paints, brushes, and canvases stacked against the walls. The faint scent of oil paint lingered in the air.

Taehyung pulled out a wooden stool and motioned for her to sit. “I’ve never done this before, but...” He gestured at his easel. “Let’s see if I can paint you.”

Y/N’s face lit up. “You’re going to paint me? Like, for real?”

“For real,” Taehyung confirmed, already setting up his supplies. “Now sit still, Grandma.”

She rolled her eyes but sat on the stool, clasping her hands in her lap.

For the next two hours, Y/N watched him work. The way he focused, his brow furrowing as he mixed colors and his brush gliding over the canvas with precision, was mesmerizing. She didn’t dare interrupt, not wanting to break the quiet concentration that filled the room.

Finally, Taehyung stepped back, setting down his brush. “Done.”

Y/N jumped up excitedly, rushing to his side. When she saw the painting, she froze.

It was her.

Her face, her soft features, the glimmer in her eyes—all captured so vividly it almost felt like she was staring at a photograph. But there was something more to it, something only Taehyung could’ve brought to life.

“I... I look so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Tears welled up in her eyes, and as they fell, they disappeared before hitting the ground.

Taehyung turned to her, startled. “Are you crying?”

She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you,” she murmured against his shoulder. “Thank you so much.”

Taehyung chuckled softly, patting her back. “It’s just a painting.”

“To you, maybe. But to me, it’s... everything.”

Pulling back, she looked at the painting again, then grinned mischievously. “You know, if this is what I look like, then you’re going to look like an uncle standing next to me.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Uncle? I’m only in my thirties!”

Y/N smirked. “Exactly my point. I look like I’m in my early twenties. You’re practically ancient.”

He rolled his eyes. “There are plenty of women my age who look just as young, for your information.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Uncle Taehyung,” she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

In playful retaliation, he dipped his finger in a nearby jar of paint and flicked a small splash at her.

“Hey!” Y/N yelped, jumping back.

She grabbed a paintbrush and dabbed it into another jar, aiming at him. “Take this!” she declared, flicking paint at him.

The paint hit Taehyung square on the cheek, making her burst out laughing. But when he tried to do the same, the paint went right through her.

“Nice try!” she mocked, holding her sides as she laughed harder.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes, then smirked. “Oh, really?”

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, smearing the paint from his cheek onto her face and neck.

“Taehyung!” she squealed, trying to wriggle free.

But he didn’t let go. She was standing between his legs while he remained seated on the tall stool, their faces just inches apart.

The laughter faded, replaced by a heavy silence.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Taehyung’s gaze locked onto hers. For the first time, there was no teasing, no playful banter—just an unspoken tension that made her heart race.

Her lips parted slightly, and before she could say anything, Taehyung leaned in and kissed her.

For a moment, she froze, her mind racing. But then, she kissed him back, her hands resting on his chest as her eyes fluttered shut.

Time seemed to stand still, the world outside disappearing entirely.

---

Taehyung couldn’t shake the guilt that gripped him. After the kiss, he couldn’t meet Y/N’s gaze. He avoided her completely, retreating to his painting room or bedroom, hoping the silence would help him process what he had done.

How could he kiss a ghost?

He sat at his desk, staring blankly at his phone. His finger hovered over the screen before he finally sent the photo of Y/N’s painting to his friend, Joon, who worked in law enforcement.

Taehyung: “Hey, can you run a search on this girl? Name’s Y/N. I need to know if there’s any record of her.”

Joon responded almost instantly.

Joon: “You’re really asking me to identify someone from a painting? What is this, a historical mystery?”

Taehyung: “Just do it. It’s important.”

Joon didn’t push further but agreed to help. Taehyung sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Y/N peeked into the room, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside. “Hey,” she said softly.

He glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

“Taehyung,” she said, moving closer. “About what happened... it’s okay. I didn’t mind it.”

“That’s not the point,” he muttered, his voice low. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Why not?” she interrupted, tilting her head. “You didn’t force me. I kissed you back. It’s not like I’m mad about it.”

Taehyung stood abruptly, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t get it, Y/N. You’re... you’re not even—” He stopped himself, unable to finish the sentence.

“Not even alive?” she supplied, crossing her arms. “That’s what you were going to say, right?”

He flinched, guilt washing over him.

Y/N sighed, her voice softening. “Taehyung, I’m not upset. Honestly, I...” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. “I like you.”

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening slightly. He turned away, unable to process her words.

“I need some air,” he muttered, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.

---

That night, Taehyung lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded him as his mind raced with thoughts of Y/N. He tried to rationalize everything—her presence, their interactions, the kiss—but none of it made sense.

He closed his eyes, hoping exhaustion would eventually take over.

A few minutes later, he felt something light but noticeable pressing on his stomach. His eyes snapped open, and there she was—Y/N, sitting on him with her legs on either side.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and exasperation.

She leaned down, her face inches from his. “You’re impossible,” she said with a teasing smile before pressing her lips to his.

Taehyung was too shocked to react at first, but when she pulled away, he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

“It’s okay,” she said softly, her voice steady. “I like you, Taehyung. I don’t care if it’s crazy or impossible. I like you.”

Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.” His tone was light, but his heart raced as he looked at her.

He pulled her to lie beside him, tucking her under his arm. “You’re going to drive me insane,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

Y/N smiled, resting her head on his chest. “Maybe. But you’ll survive.”

For the first time in years, Taehyung fell asleep with someone by his side.

---

The next morning, he woke up to an empty bed.

“Y/N?” he called, sitting up. He expected to find her in the kitchen, maybe cooking breakfast like she often did. But the house was eerily quiet.

He searched every room, his panic growing with each passing second.

“Y/N!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty mansion.

She was gone.

Taehyung sank onto the couch, his hands trembling. Was she even real? Had he imagined everything?

His mind spiraled as he considered the possibility. The kiss, the painting, her laughter—it all felt so vivid, so real. But what if it wasn’t? What if his loneliness and depression had created her as a coping mechanism?

Tears pricked his eyes as he buried his face in his hands. “No,” he whispered. “She was real. She has to be real.”

He glanced at the painting he had made of her, still propped up in the corner of the room. It was the only proof he had of her existence.

And yet, the doubt lingered.

---

A month passed, and the once lively mansion Taehyung called home had fallen silent again. The paintbrushes sat untouched, canvases collecting dust, and the only sound was the occasional sigh from Taehyung. He tried to convince himself that Y/N was real, that the memories of her were more than just figments of his imagination. But as the days dragged on, doubt began to creep in.

When Joon visited one evening, he found Taehyung sprawled on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.

“You look terrible,” Joon remarked, sitting across from him.

Taehyung groaned. “Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

Joon sighed. “Taehyung, I think you should see someone. A doctor, a therapist, anyone. You’re spiraling, and I don’t want to see you like this.”

“I’m fine,” Taehyung replied curtly, though his voice lacked conviction.

Joon hesitated before continuing. “About the girl in the painting... I found her.”

Taehyung sat up so quickly he nearly fell off the couch. “What? What did you say?”

“I said I found her,” Joon repeated, watching as a spark of life returned to Taehyung’s eyes. “Her name is Y/N. She’s 21, and she’s a student. She was in a car accident seven months ago.”

Taehyung’s heart raced. “And?”

“She was in a coma but woke up a month ago. She’s home now.” Joon handed him a small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

Taehyung didn’t even wait to hear the rest. He grabbed his car keys and bolted out the door, leaving Joon behind in his living room.

“Taehyung!” Joon called after him, but it was no use. The sound of Taehyung’s car engine roared to life, and within seconds, he was gone.

---

The address led him to a small, modest house near a church. It had an air of simplicity, with neat flower beds lining the path to the front door. Taehyung parked his car and stepped out, his heart pounding in his chest.

This is it, he thought, his palms clammy with anticipation.

He noticed a figure stepping out of the house—a young woman with long hair tied back, wearing a modest dress. Beside her was a little boy, likely her brother.

It was her.

She looked even more beautiful in person, her features more defined and radiant than he remembered. But there was something different—her eyes didn’t carry the familiarity he expected.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his legs moving before his mind could catch up.

He ran toward her, his emotions overwhelming him. “Y/N!” he called out, reaching for her hand.

She flinched, startled by the stranger who had suddenly appeared. The little boy beside her quickly stepped forward, pushing Taehyung’s hand away.

“Don’t touch my sister!” the boy said, glaring at him protectively.

Taehyung stumbled back, realizing how strange he must look to them. His heart sank as Y/N looked at him with confusion rather than recognition.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Y/N frowned, stepping closer to her brother. “Do I know you?”

Taehyung hesitated, his throat tightening. How could he explain? Who would believe him?

“No,” he said finally, shaking his head. “You don’t know me. I just... I thought you were someone else. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

He turned and walked back to his car, his chest tightening with every step. He glanced back once, just in time to see Y/N and her brother walking away.

---

As he drove home, Taehyung’s mind raced.

She doesn’t remember me. She doesn’t remember anything.

But deep down, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. There had to be a connection, a reason why he could see her as a ghost and why she looked so much like the Y/N in his painting.

And now, more than ever, he was determined to find out.

---

The art gallery buzzed with quiet chatter as Y/N wandered through the halls with her friends. She wasn’t particularly interested in art but had tagged along for their sake. The walls were adorned with paintings of landscapes, abstract pieces, and portraits that seemed to capture emotions frozen in time.

“Y/N, come here!” one of her friends called, waving her over to a corner of the gallery.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, her curiosity piqued as she approached them.

Her friend pointed to a large painting hanging on the wall. Y/N froze when her eyes landed on it.

It was her.

The girl in the painting was unmistakably her, sitting on a wooden stool, her head tilted slightly, and a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled with warmth as if she were looking at someone she trusted implicitly—someone who mattered.

Her heart pounded as she stared at the painting, her head beginning to throb. Flashes of a man appeared in her mind, blurry and fragmented. She clutched her head, her knees buckling slightly.

“Y/N, are you okay?” one of her friends asked, holding her steady.

She nodded weakly, her eyes scanning the room. In the corner, near the entrance to the terrace, she saw him—the man from her fragmented memories, the one who had held her hand outside her house.

Taehyung.

He stood still, his eyes locked on her. But the moment he noticed her gaze, he turned and walked away, heading up the stairs to the terrace.

Y/N didn’t think twice. She broke into a run, ignoring her friends’ calls, and followed him.

---

The terrace was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Taehyung stood near the edge, his hands in his pockets, gazing at the horizon.

“Taehyung!” Y/N called, her voice trembling.

He turned slowly, his eyes meeting hers. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

“You...” Y/N’s voice faltered as she stepped closer. “You’re the one, aren’t you? The one I saw... the one I remember.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do,” she insisted, her voice firm. “I don’t know how or why, but I remember you. Blurry, incomplete... but I remember you.”

Taehyung’s shoulders slumped, and he let out a shaky breath. “Y/N, I thought I lost you.”

She stared at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. “You didn’t lose me,” she whispered.

Before he could respond, Y/N ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Taehyung staggered slightly, caught off guard, but instinctively held her close.

Y/N pulled back just enough to look at him. “I don’t care about the how or the why. I just know that I feel something for you, and it feels real.”

Tears welled up in Taehyung’s eyes as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he said softly.

Y/N smiled through her own tears. “Then don’t miss me anymore.”

Before he could say anything else, she leaned in and began peppering his face with kisses—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. Finally, she paused, her lips hovering over his.

Taehyung hesitated for a moment before closing the distance, their lips meeting in a kiss that was tender and filled with all the emotions they couldn’t put into words.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, they stayed on the terrace, holding each other like they never wanted to let go.

For the first time in a long time, both of them felt whole.

The End

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artificial-transmutations · 2 years ago

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Two sides of the same coin - Early Morning

Kyle loved the early mornings. Not the eight o'clock early mornings or even the six o'clock mornings. No, the best time in the morning was much earlier, the time when the first gray of the morning turned into the sunrise over the waves of the ocean to the east. Although the sunrise over the waves was a spectacle and so beautiful that Kyle had made multiple paintings of it already, it was not the main reason he liked the early hours of the day best.

No, the reason for that was that there were no people around. Kyle didn't hate anyone per se, he just didn't like the company of people in general. Sadly, meeting other humans couldn't be avoided entirely, so these precious few hours of loneliness in the morning helped him to gather the strength he needed for a day full of unavoidable social interaction.

The beach was usually empty at this time, and the first visitors only came here later in the morning, so for a few hours, his usual spot on a rock was left in wonderful solitude.

Not so today. When he came here today, he was surprised to see another person already there, on his rock, a dark and alien silhouette against the gray morning.

Kyle frowned and turned around. His day was pretty much ruined already.

However, as he turned to leave, he heard the other man's voice:

"Hey, don't go."

The voice had a boyish charm to it, but it was clearly a man's voice. The words were surprisingly soft and gentle and didn't carry any force with them.

Despite that, or perhaps even because of it, Kyle stopped and turned around again.

The other man had stood up and walked a few steps in his direction but kept a respectful distance.

"Sorry for invading.", he smiled. "I'm Xavier, and I have noticed you around. They said I would find you out here in the early mornings."

Xavier's voice was gentle and calm, but surprisingly firm, the kind of voice that only people possess who are so very sure about their place in the world. It seemed to come from a position of utter certainty. Kyle found it quite attractive but was confused.

"Why would you be looking for me", he asked.

Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and smiled a warm smile. "Because you're extremely cute and I want to ask you out on a coffee. Oh, here, I even found this while waiting. Even though it probably fell out of your pocket, we could use it to pay for the coffee."

Kyle automatically took the shiny coin Xavier handed him. His head was swimming from the openness of the other guy. He rarely discussed his homosexuality and when he did, he felt so clumsy talking to other people that he quickly stopped. Not so Xavier. He didn't seem like the typical extrovert, but at least he was very sure of himself. Kyle didn't yet know if he liked that. Perhaps he would be even full of himself?

As he didn't answer, Xavier asked: "So, what do you say?"

"Oh, sorry." Kyle replied. Sometimes he didn't notice how long he was thinking internally. He was automatically searching for a good excuse why he couldn't go and played around with the coin, before pocketing it.

"I don't like coffee" was what he finally settled on. And normally, he would have ended the conversation with that, but for some reason he added: "But we can talk now, if you like."

"Sure thing." Xavier nodded enthusiastically. "We should sit down somewhere."

They sat side by side on the rock, facing the ocean and the sunrise. Both men were silent for a moment. Kyle was horrified. Why did he say that? Was he supposed to flirt now? He didn't even know how this worked. How did one make small talk with someone they wanted to date?

Xavier broke the silence. "So, tell me something about yourself."

"Well," Kyle began, trying to think of an interesting topic. "I'm Kyle." God, that sounded awkward. He needed to add some question to it. "And who are you?"

Xavier looked at him and chuckled. It wasn't a mean laugh, but a friendly one, but still Kyle felt deeply ashamed.

"You're not very good at this, are you?" Xavier asked in a friendly voice. "That's okay, it kind of makes you look even more cute."

"Let's try something else, okay? Don't tell me about yourself, at all. Instead, tell me about yourself as if you were the complete opposite of yourself, an entirely different person."

That was a funny idea, but for some reason, it really made things easier for Kyle.

"Okay. Well, in that case I... like to surf."

"Great, so you're a surfer. The whole package? Are you carefree and perhaps even a bit dim?" Xavier entertained the thought.

"Yes, you could say that! I'm really easy going and don't think about things too much at all!" Kyle felt his mood brighten considerably. "I'm also really loud usually and very outgoing", Kyle added, almost shouting to make sure he was being heard.

"Cool, I can see that going for you!" Xavier said. The situation felt a bit weird, like it began a certain way but then took a sharp and unexpected turn. He couldn't really tell why he felt that way, though.

"And it's also my language. To be honest, I'm really not that bright. So, I make my sentence short. And avoid long words. My favorite word is 'dude', though. What is your favorite word, dude?" Kyle had his usual happy grin on his face.

"I never thought about it, actually." Xavier responded. "But is it true that surfing gives you an amazing body?"

"You bet, dude! Check out those guns! And these abs!" Kyle pulled off his hoodie and flexed for the other man, not forgetting to show off the cobblestone road of abs of his. The sun had risen somewhat by now, so his fit body was kissed in the golden light of the morning.

"And I bet all the sun makes you really tan, huh?" Xavier found himself being drawn in by the surfer more and more. His body looked just so perfect.

"Yeah. Goes really well with my blond hair. It's all natural, dude!"

Kyle saw that Xavier was checking him out quite obviously now and leaned back with his arms behind his head to give him a good view, blowing some of his golden strands out of his face.

"It's all natural down there as well, dude!" he added as Xavier's gaze stopped at his more-impressive-by-the-minute bulge that tented his board shorts now.

"Sorry about that. I get hard very often, dude!" Kyle laughed, not embarrassed in the slightest.

Xavier didn't answer, but his eyes stuck to the clear dickprint in the front of Kyles board shorts and the perfect round ass on the other side, clearly visible against the wet fabric.

"Can you teach me how to surf?" Xavier asked, wishing nothing more than to have a body like that.

"Sure dude! Come on, let's get our toes wet!" With that, Kyle ran towards the ocean line, dragging the surprised Xavier behind him.

"Okay, first step: You need to get naked! Completely nude, dude!"

That seemed strange to Xavier, but he quickly complied. His dick was standing stiff to attention and yearned for actions.

As he had finished undressing, Kyle smiled. "Okay, now kiss me dude!"

"O..okay?" Xavier said but leaned up and gave Kyle a peck on the lips. As he wanted to draw away though, Kyle just pulled him into a deep, French kiss.

When they finished kissing, Xavier was rock hard. No, really, his whole skin felt hard and durable, and he found his body quickly getting impossibly thin. Before long, Xavier was nothing more than the colorful surfboard of Kyle, who looked at the object still with lust in his eyes and pants. Time to hit the waves! He didn't care he still had a raging erection - he was confident enough to flaunt it. And who knows, he might even get laid by some dude who watched him enjoy the early morning sun!

If you liked the idea of dudes finding together with objects in an unlikely pairing, you might also like the other stories of the same kind.

#two sides of the same coin #inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #dumbing down

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naushtheaspiringauthor · 2 years ago

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Light in the darkness- Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Anonymous asked:

Bro hiiiii

Ok so im here to request smtn cause you are ~wonderful~

So this is Nikolai ye. Imagine King Nikolai having a daughter yea. So one the reader kinda walks thrpugh the palace when she suddenly hears her daughter's voice so she goes wtf?? Cause i left you in the nursery so she kinds panics and starts running to find Nikolai and their daughter just being cool and gossiping and just goofing around. So they speak a bit and then Baam rain! So maybe smtn cute in the rain??

Take watever you want of this and enjoy writing!!

And dont forget you are absolutely wonderful!! And stay hydrated byeee 💙

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Warnings- None really, just a sweet little oneshot for the love of my life;)

A/N- Thank you so much for the request anon! You're absolutely amazing!! Hope you enjoy<3

You sighed as you finally finished doing all your paperwork. You had been sitting in that chair for what felt like an entirely and it had made your whole body sore. So you stretched your back a little before getting up. You got out of the room and went outside to check up on your daughter who was usually in the nursery at this hour.

As you reached the nursery you realized that your daughter wasn't present among the other children. After asking a few of the servants, you found out that she wasn't taken to the nursery today. Panic rushed your body and your heartbeat began to rise. You went around the palace asking people whether they've seen her, but none of them gave you an answer that you had hoped to hear. Your heart began to ache with every step you took and the darkest thoughts started filling up your head. You were passing by the gardens when you heard a giggle, it turned into a laughter.

Then you heard a voice along with it, a familiar voice. With a confused expression you went around the gardens to have a look. You saw Nikolai sitting on the grass with your daughter in his lap. Nikolai was saying something to her that made her laugh even more and he was grinning along her. You froze in your steps when you saw the lovely moment they were having.

Nikolai turned around to meet your gaze, "Y/N! look, mommy's here" he looked at you with a bright smile and gestured her towards you.

Your daughter smiled as she saw you and gestured to go up to you. You let out a deep sigh of relief as you took her in your arms and sat down besides Nikolai.

"What are you two doing here?" You asked him with a smile

"Oh I realized that I haven't been spending enough time with this little bunny" he replied as he touched the tip of her nose with his finger. "So, I thought to take a day off and spend my day with her"

"Saints Nikolai, I was so worried about her" you spoke as you gently stroked her hair

"Why's that my dear?" Nikolai gave you a confused glance

"Because I couldn't find her in the nursery or anywhere near" your daughter began to fall asleep in your arms.

You got up and asked one of the servants to take your daughter to bed, as she had fallen asleep. Then you went back and sat close to Nikolai. The weather slowly began to change and dark clouds began to appear in the sky, along with a soothing cold breeze. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you close to him.

"You shouldn't worry so much my dear, I'm here to look after her you know?" he looked deeply in your eyes

"Yeah I know, it's just a little scary sometimes. After all we've endured, it's hard to not have dark thoughts plague your mind" you met his gaze with a saddened look

"I know my love. But our suffering has finally come to an end. We have brighter days ahead of us, ironic, because the weather is quite gloomy at this moment" he let out a small snicker

"Yeah, actually. I find it relaxing, actually" you smiled at his words. "It's really beautiful" you looked around to admire the sky

"Yes, you're right" he replied, with you being completely unaware that he was looking at you. He brought out his hand, and held your cheek in his palm. "After all we've been through, we deserve to enjoy our moments together"

"Yes my dear, we do" you looked at him with a satisfied smile

Small drops of your rain began to fall on your shoulders, but you didn't care. You were enjoying every second of this moment, with him. You gently placed your hand on top of his. "We deserve to live a peaceful life, with our daughter"

"You've been with me through everything, every hardship, every nightmare, every moment when there was nothing around me but darkness. You have been with me in every moment when I couldn't find a way to move forward. You have been my light, my hope in the darkness, y/n. And I would give up everything I have, if it meant for me to enjoy these moments with you." he held your waist and moved closer to you.

"I wouldn't miss them for the world" you spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper. You moved even closer to him and gently placed your lips on his, as more and more rain began to pour over you. You didn't care, you were with him, in his arms, his lips on yours. He was with you, and that was all that mattered.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lanstov #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lanstov x reader

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sothisblessmysoul · 2 years ago

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Can I ask for a bouquet of flowers for the blue lions? That sounds so adorable. 🥰

(I never knew if you wanted all of them or selected few so I did all of them)

༓ʚ A Flower's Meaning ɞ༓

Summary: The Blue Lions react to you catching a bouquet at a friend’s wedding

༓Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd He watched you catch it without blinking or flinching, mainly just confused as the realization slowly took over your face as you finally met Dimitri’s gaze. There was something about how the flowers looked in your hands and the look that you gave him that made Dimitri feel so flustered. So pretty, is his single thought as Dimitri’s made his way to you, feet on autopilot.

༓Dedue Molinaro Dedue’s eyes were completely on you, holding the colorful flowers that all mean a term of love in language as everyone else is looking between you and him. He doesn’t flare up in a blush or appear startled but you can see Dedue is feeling embarrassedly flustered by the awkward stiffness of his movement as the tall man makes his way to you.

༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius Felix does not want to be here with unimportant people, if anything he wants to be comfortably at home with you. But he will admit that the other wedding is pretty. Felix wonders if you’ve ever thought about marriage, but any further thought of the subject changes when you catch the flowers that nearly smacked you in the face. The image of what you would look like holding yours flashed quickly in his thoughts as for once Felix quietly watched you.

༓Ashe Ubert A blush marked his freckled face with a happy smile but a shy expression at the teasing that Ashe knows his friends and siblings will give him as you walked over to him. Subconsciously Ashe reached out his hand for you to take, gently pulling you closer to his side as Ashe studied the flowers. The bouquet was pretty but it wasn’t your favorite, he thought to himself. The following thought is how beautiful you would look, holding your favorite flowers while neither Ashe nor you let go of each other’s hands because it felt like two missing puzzle pieces found a place to fit perfectly together.

༓Sylvain Jose Gautier Immediately starts to sweat nervously as the flowers are perfectly in your hand while his hand subconsciously touches his pocket where the ring is that he’s planning to ask your hand for later. He had been carrying it, not having a day or place in mind until right now. This is a sign, he thinks as you lock eyes with him and smile which he returns.

༓Mercedes von Martritz She was standing right beside you when you had caught the flowers, she leaned over to sniffle the flowers with a smile growing on her face as she looked up at you, pulling away from you but not before kissing your cheek. She giggled quietly at your reaction to the flowers and the kisses. She is going to tease you but this will bring up the thought of marriage and the future with her.

༓Annette Fantine Dominic Instantly a crimson blush blooms on her face as endless giggles of excited bundles of nerves, reaching how to touch one of the flowers’ petals. Annette went quiet, wondering what flowers she would pick for her wedding, she subconsciously looked at you. She isn’t going to say anything immediately today or tomorrow but there will be hints of marriage, hoping that you’ll catch on and talk about it with her.

༓Ingrid Brandl Galatea She never really thought deeply about marriage, it was just something that her father wanted for her. But when Ingrid saw your reaction to catching the bouquet to look for her and finally smiling when you found Ingrid, she wondered for a fleeting thought if you would smile like that at the altar. She can’t explain why it made her face blush although Ingrid didn’t hate that idea at all because without question she knows that Ingrid would say yes if you asked her.

#fe3h imagine #fe3h reader #dimitri x reader #fe3h hc #ashe x reader #felix x reader #sylvain x reader #Ingrid x reader #annette x reader #mercedes x reader #dedue x reader #blue lions imagines #fire emblem three houses imagines #fe3h headcanon

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miserable-sarah · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Daryl x Reader Warnings: Mentions of 'death', arguing, mentions of cheating, bad language. I think that's it. Summary: Daryl and Y/n had a very special connection everyone knows it. You and Daryl are pretty much dating but after Rick, he just hasn't been the same.

A/n: Um.... I started watching TWD like a month ago and I'm obsessed. So now I have to write about more older men, who unfortunately don't know I'm alive. :)

Daryl has been gone for weeks, months. You're scared it's going to go into years. He won't leave those woods. You're afraid you're never going to see him again. Every time you find him and try to bring him back with you. he just tells you to go back home, give him more time, he'll be back soon. All things you know aren't true, he's not coming back anytime soon.

You sighed deeply thinking about how Daryl hasn't been in your bed in so long, he hasn't even been in this house. He barely comes past the walls. He just doesn't want to be here, and unfortunately you're not enough to keep him here.

You put on your boots, and threw on a jacket over your normal clothes. It's been colder out, fall is definitely coming. You walk out of the house putting on your happy face, you smiled and waved to the people you saw. You were going to try to bring food and water to Daryl today. He's probably starving. You go into the pantry and pick out a few little things no one is going to miss, you grab a bottle of water and put it in your bag.

"Where you heading?" You stop in your tracks and turn around.

"I don't know, just thought Daryl would be hungry, thirsty?" You say in a low voice. Carol knows all about you Daryl, she knows how depressed and upset you are everyday, she feels it too.

"Want me to come?" She asks, she already knows the answer but she asks anyway.

"No, I really just want to be by myself." She nods at you and pats your shoulder.

"Okay" You say quietly to yourself trying to lose the anxiety you have.

The guards opened the gate for you and gave you a nod. You walked down the road not even making it past the walls, you heard Daryls bike. You stood off the side and watched him pass you. You debated going back, go see him. Say hi. You decided not to, you figured you'd just go to his little cabin and drop the food and water off, any extra would be good for him anyway. Part of you hoped he saw you, part of you hoped he'd come out of the gates and chase you down. It didn't happen though.

You made it to his cabin, you freaked out a little when you saw a dog outside. You for sure thought it was a hungry dog going to eat you but he was well taken care of. Daryl must have found him. He only barked at you a few times before coming up to you, he let you pet him. Oh, how you missed dogs.

"Dog!" You heard a woman call out to him, he went to her immediately. You quickly hid behind his cabin. You don't want any trouble with anyone. When she was finally gone you snuck into his cabin. You went into the little kitchen area and placed food and water on the table.

You walked around his cabin, just looking. It was cozy but you wouldn't want to spend months out here, you really just can't wrap your head around why he does. You hear the door knob jingle, your first instinct is to reach for your knife and hide. You almost got up when you realized it's probably Daryl. You stayed behind a wall when you heard a woman, she came right into his cabin. You could feel confusion throughout your entire body.

"There you are." she walked right past you picking up a knife on the table. She stands by the table looking at the food and water. "Daryl? You here?" She shouts out. Your mouth drops, you feel heartache sinking in as you realize this isn't her first time here. She waits for an answer, when she doesn't get one she walks out. You hide behind the wall for a few minutes, honestly you think it's because you can't move.

Now listen, you and Daryl were never exclusive, never even confirmed you were dating. But it sure as hell felt like it. The talks you two had, the laughter, the crying, the always looking out for each other, always having each other's backs, the sex. He even told you about his childhood, he just wasn't a label kind of guy and you were okay with that. You just never thought he'd run into the woods, find a woman and stay out here with her.

You don't even know if that's the situation but right now. Right now at this very moment, you see red. You start going through his cabin you don't know why but maybe you can find something, you're starting to even wonder if he's still looking for Rick or if he gave up and started shacking up with the first women he saw who wasn't dead.

After a while you gave up, you sat on your knees with your head in your hands. 'What am I doing? I'm acting crazy.' You think to yourself. You hear the door open behind you, you stiffen up. You wanted to leave before Daryl got back so you didn't have to deal with this.

"Y/n?" He questions. You sigh defeated. You get off your knees and grab your bag.

"Sorry about the mess." You say emotionless, you go to open the door but he holds his arm out holding you back.

"Find what ya were lookin' for?" He asks looking around the place.

"No."

"What is it?" He easily pushes you back so you're facing him.

"Nothing." You try to keep all your emotions in. You just need to go home because if not you'll explode.

"This ain't nothin'." You can tell he's aggravated. You sigh and back up more so you have distance between the two of you.

"Who's the girl?" You say placing your hands on your hips. He gives you a weird look, he doesn't know how you know. He opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "Don't lie. I saw her here." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Jus' some girl. Lives in the woods too."

"Are you hooking up with her? She the reason you aren't coming home?" You just keep speaking you can't help the questions coming out of your mouth, you've been mad at him for months. He doesn't answer. You chuckle and shake your head at him. "Okay." You say taking his no answer as yes. "Move." You say in a deep voice, it even scares you a little bit. His eyes meet yours, you have no emotion except anger.

He knows he's been fucking a lot lately but he would never do that to you. He doesn't understand why you don't know that. He doesn't move he just keeps looking at you.

"Daryl, move. I'm leaving."

"Nah, you ain't goin'." He stands against the door. As anger pluses throughout your body, you've had enough. You try to make him move, which doesn't work he's too strong. "Stop." He mumbles, he grabs your arms and pulls you against him. You stay against him, you let some tears finally come down. You push against his chest to get out of his grip.

"Daryl let me go, I'm so angry. I don't want to fight."

"Nah, say what ya gotta say." He steps up to you with a little attitude.

"You aren't even looking for Rick anymore. You're out here fucking the first woman you saw that wasn't walker because what? You're so hurt, you're so lost? Or whatever excuse you come up with."

"It ain't none of your business what I do." He cuts you off "We ain't a couple, we ain't together." His words sting. You can see him getting more angry.

"Sure felt ike it." You cross your arms. "Until it didn't."

"Ya know why I'm out here Y/n!" He yells

"Fucking some girl isn't looking for Rick, Daryl!" You yell back.

Daryl steps up to you getting so close to you, you can feel his breath on your face. You can feel the anger radiating off him. "I ain't fucking her! Ya should know that!" He backs away from you a little "ya should know me." He says softer. You look at him, you can tell he's telling the truth. You can tell you hurt him.

"Daryl..." You say walking towards him slowly. "I'm sorry." You hold his face. "It's just been so rough, so hard lately. I've been so alone, I'm always worried about you. I just want you around and you're never there. I'm sorry I freaked out, but Daryl I don't know you anymore. You're just... gone." You say honestly. Darly looks down with sad eyes. He really knows he's fucked up by not staying with you. You're right you don't know him anymore.

"I jus' lost so much." He says, he's always short with words and expressing himself.

"I know. We both did." You say wrapping your arms around him.

"I'm sorry." He wraps his arms around you pulling you closer to him. "It'll change."

"Daryl, if you need to stay out here. It's okay, I understand."

"Nah, no. I don't needa stay." He pulls you in for a kiss. "I wanna go home, with my girlfriend." He kisses you again, you can't help but giggle into the kiss. You feel him smile against you.

"Girlfriend." You smile "I like the sound of that." You tease him. He nods agreeing, he gives you his signature smirk before planting another sweet kiss on your lips.

Hope you enjoyed reading!

#daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #twd #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon fluff

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deathbxnny · 2 years ago

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Hello there! How are you? This is me from the anon before so my graduation is tomorrow and I want to request a head canon or scenarios with caelus, dan heng, jing yuan, yanqing, blade with s/o that is like momoe sawaki from wonder egg priority

So technically a little info about momoe is an attractive, androgynous looking tall and thin girl and is also is often mistaken for a boy due to her masculine looking appearance.Momoe is a kind, charming and polite girl, thus she's generally very well-liked by people she meets. Despite her insecurities, she's very selfless and brave. She has a strong sense of justice, is often seen acting selflessly for the sake of other people. and appears to care deeply about those she trusts or considers close to herMomoe is very insecure about herself, particularly about her masculine appearance—she cries when looking at her reflection It is one of her main complexes; she's been seen as a boy since childhood solely due to the way she looks. In this regard, many girls she meets say they fall in love with her because of her masculine charm, which seems to worry Momoe very much, since she does not want to be perceived as a boy and believes that she is "deceiving" these girls by misleading them with her appearance.

I wanna see a scenario with them about this I love momoe so much and the whole anime of wonder egg priority and you can search no about momoe sawaki!

Also make sure to have plenty of rest and this is my request once more

From anon! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

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A/N: Hello Anon! I have a limit of 4 characters, which is why I decided to leave out Dan Heng! I also tried out a bit of a new format with this, as you asked for scenarios and not headcanons, so I hope you'll like it! Thank you for resending the request and congratulations on graduating tomorrow!<33

Content: Established relationship, fluff, some angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of reader being unhappy with how she looks, unwanted flirting attempts?, bullying?, threats of violence

Reader is afab and reffered to as a "woman/girl" or "girlfriend"!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Caelus

Caelus never gave you the feeling of insecurity you usually felt, whenever you looked in the mirror or spoke to people who commented on your looks. He made you feel loved and never mistook you as a boy either, often calling you his pretty girl whenever he could. It made you smile and forget all about your worries... until you were unfortunately reminded by them again eventually.

It was supposed to be a nice date for the two of you, as you sat in a cozy café somewhere in Belobog. Caelus was drinking his tea, his eyes only focused on you, whilst he attentively listened to you happily tell him about your latest adventures with March the other day. "And then she took a photo of us infront of the statue, which turned out really cute-" "-Excuse me?" You blinked in confusion, when someone tapped your shoulder, your head turning to the source of the voice.

A young girl your age stood there shyly, a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry for bothering you and your friend, sir! But I found you pretty handsome and wondered if you'd like to go out sometime?" The giggle of what seemed to be her friend group was heard from another table nearby, as the girl shuffled on her feet at your surprised look.

You practically sank into your seat from the embarrassment and humiliation, not knowing what to even say. You did your hair all pretty, wore a cute outfit and even painted your nails today... and someone still mistook you as a guy? Tears burned in your eyes, when you suddenly heard Caelus nearly slam his tea cup down with a slight glare directed to the girl.

He usually never got angry so fast, but seeing you so hurt and defeated was ticking him off. "That's my girlfriend. She's not a man. How can you say that she's "handsome", if your eyes aren't even working properly to detect something so obvious?" He nearly hissed, standing up as he took your hand, paid for the meal and simply left the café with you.

You two walked in silence for a moment, before he suddenly halted with an embarrassed blush on his face. "I'm sorry....I just didn't want someone to bother you and I got so angry..." He trailed off, when you just hugged him. "It's okay. Thank you for that." He nodded at your words, hugging you back with a loving smile on his face.

"Anything for my pretty girl."

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》Blade

Blade never got what the big deal about your looks was, as in his eyes you looked perfect no matter what you wore or how you looked. But he also understood why you were so sensitive about it, since your insecurities unfortunately affected you alot. He wasn't sure how to comfort you and often just tried showing you through his actions, that he's always there to support you.

Like today, when someone tried to be funny and bother you about your appearance. You were waiting on Blade at a meeting spot for a mission, when you were approached by some girls. They didn't mistake you for a boy, but for once you wished they did, as they just teased and questioned you about your androgynous appearance.

You were too polite to tell them off, so you just teared up and shifted away from them with your head hanging low. But you didn't get far, when you bumped into something, or rather someone, behind you. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Get lost, before I kill you all." Blade's voice was dark and booming, as he practically loomed over everyone.

The girls let out shrieks of horror, before scrambling away in fear. Silence washed over you to, when you slowly turned around and hugged him. He felt guilty for not getting there earlier, but at least you were in his arms now.

"Don't listen to a word they said. They're just lowly life forms you shouldn't care about." His words once again reminded him of the fact that he didn't know how to comfort anyone. But hearing you nod and thank him softly, made him wonder, if he was finally learning how after all.

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》Jing Yuan

You were getting ready for a formal event that you were invited to with Jing Yuan, but quickly found yourself getting frustrated with the way you looked in the mirror. Every dress you wore seemed to not fit you right or look weird on you. It made you angry at yourself and eventually tears of frustration reached your eyes, as you nearly ripped off another failed dress.

Jing Yuan calmly filtered into the room, when he noticed your upset tears and heard the hurtful words you whispered to yourself. He watched you for a moment, before sighing and approaching you carefully. He knew how you were like and how upset you often got over the way you looked. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the world, but you unfortunately had a hard time seeing it.

His arms surrounded your form from behind, as he rested his head on your shoulder. "What is it, my love? Are the dresses not to your liking? I can always get you other one's." He hummed into your ear, watching you shake your head and wipe your tears away in the mirror. "I look hideous in all of them! Maybe they are right, maybe I really do look like a man in a dress-" A hand rested over your lips, when Jing Yuan kissed your neck lovingly.

"Don't say that... you're the most breathtaking woman in the entire galaxy to me... how about you dress yourself pretty and we out on a dinner date? Just the two of us?" He asked, making you give him a confused, but hopeful look.

"What about the event? It's important-" "-Not as important as you." He simply said, before letting go of you and summoning some maids to get you ready for a nice date night with your lover.

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》Yanqing

Yanqing always took any chance to compliment you. Whether it be on your talents, your skills or just your appearance in general. He always complimented you for anything and everything. He didn't take any criticism of you lightly either, mainly due to him believing that you were perfect and divine in every way.

And so, whenever anyone dared to make fun of you or even flirt with you thinking you were a guy, he made a huge scene out of it to embarrass the person. Even if it slightly embarrasses you two at times, but it also got you to laugh and that's all Yanqing cared about.

A good example of it was from today at the sword market, that you and Yanqing often frequented for dates. He was looking through the many endless swords, when he suddenly heard some girls talking about you nearby. You unfortunately heard them too, as you uncomfortably fidgeted next to the blonde boy, your hand gripping onto his.

Yanqing frowned, his body turning to them before you could stop him. "Hey, why are you talking about my girlfriend?" He asked bluntly, ignoring the way you pulled at his clothes in panic. But then he smiled brightly, getting up on a random stool and puffing out his chest proudly. "You don't have to answer the question actually, because I know why! My girlfriend is the prettiest girl in the world! In all galaxies possible as well! I'd be jealous too, if I saw her!" He practically yelled, before proceeding to shame them with infront of everyone.

You stood there with a slight deadpan, your cheeks burning, as he eventually jumped down and grabbed your hand, before proceeding to run off with a happy laugh. This stunt might get him in trouble later again, but hearing your soft giggles behind him made all of this worth it.

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A/N: Alright, this was a long one. I hope it was somewhat coherent too, because I feel like my English has been failing me lately lmao. But anyways, thank you for the request and congrats on graduating once more!<33

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climbthemountain2020 · 1 year ago

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 8

Part 9/25 | Ao3

[TW for violence, mentions of DV and implied SA]

Tilly

Each night the following week, Tilly resolutely fell asleep on her side of the bed, warm and content and perfectly fine where she was. And every morning, Tilly woke up, tightly tucked into Eris’ side, warm and content and confused, but perfectly fine where she was. He smelled like mulled cider and cloves and something so distinctly Eris. She’d managed to extract herself without waking him each morning, but it was getting harder and harder to pull away.

Perhaps, I should just allow him to wake up first one day and see what he does. What is the worst that could possibly happen? Could he have it in him to so blatantly reject me?

She was still worried about making their situation awkward or uncomfortable, but with how willing Eris had been to do things he knew would make her smile, was that even a well-founded concern anymore? She knew he must care for her, at least to a degree. She had slipped and told him as soon as he’d asked her about winnowing, and after berating herself for it mentally, she’d allowed herself to think that maybe trusting him wasn’t such a bad idea. He’d told her about his pact with his brothers, something he’d undoubtedly told no one else. This tentative trust growing between them–this partnership–was blooming into something entirely different within her heart. She’d have to decide how she planned to handle it soon.

Since their first day out in the archery range, she’d gone once more with Eris, but today she’d gone by herself while Eris attended a meeting. As much as she enjoyed Eris’ company and the astonished look on his face while she shot, she was thrilled to be able to use her magic here alone. She’d taken advantage of the time to play with her fire and her portals on the range, and it filled a part of her heart she’d worried would remain empty forever. It had felt so good to let loose some of the magic she’d been holding back so tightly in the past few months. The urge to tell Eris was becoming overwhelming. She wanted him to know–she was sick of shouldering these secrets alone. She wasn’t sure how she would even begin to go about it.

Yes, I am your wife and we’ve shared our deepest secrets. Oh, and also I can heal people and conjure flames and create portals! Surprise!

It wasn’t exactly dinner conversation. Somehow, she knew he would understand why she’d kept it a secret–she knew he wouldn’t be mad she’d withheld it–but centuries of keeping it to herself weighed against her.

She looked around the beautiful, warded clearing and still couldn’t believe that Eris had done this for her. She hadn’t had anything this thoughtful since before her father had died, and she was shocked that she could find herself so happy here. She tucked her bow away, then winnowed to a copse of trees outside the wards of the Forest House. She was able to come from the woods at this angle, looking as though she’d been visiting the hounds in the stables.

After a quick lunch, Eris still hadn’t returned, so Tilly decided she’d return the books she’d borrowed to the House library. She’d been trying to brush up on her history of Autumn–it had been centuries since her official lessons as a child, and it was disgraceful how much she’d forgotten about her own land, backwards as it could be at times.

To get to the library, Tilly had to travel through her least favorite hall in the house: the East Wing. These were the halls of the High Lord, and they truly reflected it. There was absolutely no natural light, and each of the stone walls was deeply engraved with scenes of battle and horror and gore. The tapestries hung dark and red, mirroring the blood gouged harshly into the events depicted on the walls. Every time she had to come through here to reach the library, she put a good bit of speed in her step and tried to waste as little time as possible.

As she reshelved the final of the large history books, she was startled by a piercing wail and shriek, then silence. It had come from the hall, and Tilly pressed herself into the shadows by the shelves. She stayed in the darkness until she was sure no one was coming.

Should I get someone? Who would I even go to?

Her heart was pounding in her chest, surely loud enough that any predator nearby might hear. She tried to breathe and calm it as she took slow, decisive steps towards the open library doors. What could have made such a horrible noise?

As she peaked around the doorway to the dark hallway, the groan of another door opening caused her to jump back, only daring to look through the small crack of light. There, she could see Beron exiting the room, straightening his clothes, then stalking down the hallway in the direction opposite her. She counted in her head…198….199…200. Once she was sure it had been long enough, she ran to the doors and wrenched them open, not bothering to knock.

She realized too late that these were the High Lord’s private chambers, and that she had just intruded into a nightmare. Alanna sat curled into herself on the floor by the hearth. Her dress had been ripped off her shoulder, and blood and bruises covered her face. She was sobbing, unable to get a breath down, and Tilly hated that her fae lineage meant she could scent what else Beron had done to her.

Tilly walked quickly into the room, shutting the door behind her, and when Alanna saw her, she fell apart.

“No, Tilly, you can’t be here. You have to go. If he comes back, he’ll kill you for helping me.” The rage was blinding now.

“I don’t care, come.” She dropped to the floor next to Alanna and took her arm, gently lifting her. “Can you stand?” A shaky nod. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” She held her arm tightly, letting Alanna point her through the elegant rooms. Alanna was shaking and her breath was still coming in great gasps, so Tilly left her to sit on the edge of the tub while she ran her a warm bath. She turned to allow Alanna privacy to remove her dress, then closed her eyes and offered her an arm as she slipped below the bubbled water. Gently, Tilly took a cloth and wiped the blood from Alanna��s face. She spoke, barely audible in the echoing chamber.

“I just asked the guards if I might go to the garden earlier than normal. That’s all…” Tilly could feel her heart cracking into two, the creases filling with a molten hot fury that threatened to bond it all together in a mess of violence. “He wasn’t always this bad. At the beginning, he was cold. We were never in love, and he was always far older than me. But by the time he started hitting me, I had nothing left. Nowhere to run. Children to care for, and for him to threaten me with.” Her sobs started anew, and she rested her face in her hands. Tilly let the smallest amount of healing run through her fingers to help the pain in Alanna’s jaw. Not enough that it would be detected, but enough to ease some of her discomfort. She ran the cloth across Alanna’s back, where she could now see the porcelain skin, so like Eris’, littered with scars and bruises.

“You don’t deserve this, Alanna. No one deserves this, but especially not you.”

She allowed Alanna the space to finish bathing, giving her privacy while she brewed her some tea and left it at her bedside, turning down the covers. Tilly was shaking with anger, the fire threatening to burst forth from her veins. Realistically, Tilly knew this could have easily been her life, too. She and Alanna were maybe only twenty years apart. She could have been sold to a lord older than her, the highest bidder, and been another piece of property to own and abuse as he saw fit. The relief that filled her heart when she remembered Eris was the one waiting for her took her by surprise.

Tilly helped Alanna dry and dress and helped her to the bed, tucking her in and handing her the tea.

“I am so, so sorry, Alanna,” she whispered as she made to leave, silently glamouring the room to mask her scent throughout until it faded. As she made her way to the door, she heard Alanna’s tired voice from the darkness.

“You’re a good female, Tilly. I am so very glad my son has you.” The tears burned violently at the back of Tilly’s eyes as she left, closing the door silently. She tried to calm herself as she walked briskly down the dark halls, her flaring emotions not even allowing her to be afraid of the carvings anymore.

She flew through the halls, a maelstrom of warring emotions, and didn’t stop until she arrived back at their rooms, tossing a hand up to free the wards, stepping inside, and throwing them up all in one breath. Eris had been sitting on the couch but stood and spun around at her abrupt entrance. He took in the wild state of her immediately.

“What’s happened?” And Tilly’s face crumpled. Eris was immediately by her side, pulling her gently into his arms and rubbing gentle lines up and down her back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Til, what’s wrong?”

Through sobs, she could hardly get out the words. “I am going to fucking kill your father myself.”

Eris

Eris had already been ready to split the world in two when he’d seen Tilly’s tears, and now, it was taking every single bit of his self control to not set the entire Forest House on fire. Tilly had told him everything that had happened, so he knew what he was walking into at dinner, but it didn’t quell his rage in the slightest.

Beron had decided that beating Alanna–assaulting her–hadn’t been enough. He was now making her stand at the dinner table as they all ate. When they’d entered, everyone had seen at once, Alanna included, that her chair had been removed, her plate empty. He could practically see her freeze her emotions into acceptance and submission as she had constantly for the past five centuries, the bruises still fresh and shining on her face. The ripple through the rest of them felt palpable to him, though none of them betrayed a hint of it on their faces.

Now, as Beron watched them all, they ate dinner silently as he discussed the land treaties near the western border, of all things. Since he wasn’t allowing Alanna to eat, he occasionally made comments about how delicious the food was. Eris could see the grip Tilly had on her fork tightening at each wayward comment. He put his hand on her thigh beneath the table, hoping to calm her.

Beron’s conversation stalled, and he smiled cruelly as he looked at Alanna. “Is the food not to your liking, my dear?” Eris could see even his brothers’ smallest tells that they were close to losing their composure, as well.

“High Lord, the food is wonderful, I’m sure.” Alanna cast her eyes down as she was expected to, and Eris felt Tilly grab his hand tightly beneath the table.

“Tell me then, love, why aren’t you partaking?” The vicious nature of his voice was not hidden well beneath the cloying sweetness of his words. From the walls, Aradnus chuckled darkly. He loved a good show, and Eris wanted to kill him for it.

“Because I have displeased you, High Lord.” Her voice was barely a whisper in the large room.

“What’s that, Alanna? Speak!” Eris could feel Tilly shaking.

“I’m sorry, High Lord. I have displeased you, and I do not deserve to eat.” Eris wished the floor would open and swallow them all when he caught the single tear that slipped down his mother’s nose.

“That’s right, wife. Now beg me for forgiveness. Over here, on the floor.” He gestured beside him and Aradnus lit up with joy. Alanna’s wide eyes shot to him.

“W-what?” The displeasure flickered darkly over Beron’s face.

“I said, come here and beg me.” It was happening before Eris could do a thing to stop it, as Tilly shot to her feet, leaving his hand behind.

“Leave her alone.” She growled across the table, and the silence that followed felt like a collective shifting of the world. For a single moment, no one in the room took a breath. Across the table, Eris was sure the looks of shock from his brothers and his mother matched his own. Even Aradnus had the sense to be quiet and look surprised. Then, Beron’s face contorted in wrath as he shot to his feet, slamming his now-flaming palms to the table.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, you little bitch?” He roared across the table. To her credit, Tilly did not flinch. “You have no power here. You’re nothing but a broodmare. A possession.” She lifted her chin in defiance. “Eris, strike her.”

Then the world did fall from beneath his feet. He had to. He knew it. Nothing had ever felt worse in his life than this moment.

He stood, pulling every part of his face into painstaking indifference. Without hesitation he slapped Tilly. Her head shot to the side with the force of it.

I am so sorry.

When she turned back, her face was firm, but he could see the message in her eyes.

I understand. I understand.

“Again.” He slapped her again. “Backhand her.” A trickle of blood fell from her lip. He didn’t dare look at anyone around the table, couldn’t bear to take his eyes off Tilly for even a moment. Something inside of him was breaking irreparably.

“Good, Eris. I expect you to teach your disrespectful cunt some manners.” Eris’ fingers twitched as he visualized ripping out Beron’s throat with his own hands. “Now punch her. I want you to knock her out.” Eris spun around.

“What?”

“I said, knock her out. I will not have you teach her this lesson again, so do it right this time.” Tilly’s eyes were wide now, but she did not falter.

“No.” Eris knew he’d be beaten beyond repair for this. Beron might skin him alive. He didn’t care. “I will not.”

Rather than the bellow he expected from Beron, he received quiet, calculated words. “Everybody out. Now.” Eris could hear the chairs scraping around him, a blur of motion as everyone rushed to go. Tilly stalled, not willing to leave, but he saw Bray grab her wrist and tug. The only person he looked at as they departed was his mother, a glimmer of pride in her eyes as she shut the door behind her.

Tilly

“Go back to your rooms, set the wards, and don’t answer the door for anyone.” Bray had told her quietly, dropping her off at their hallway and pivoting quickly to come back the way they came. Tilly sprinted to their room, warning bells blaring in her head. She quickly undid the wards and slid through the doors, securing them behind her and patching the wards back together. She’d barely leaned against the door before the first sob cracked through her chest.

What have I done?

The guilt was threatening to tear her apart, but all she could focus on was the fear and worry that permeated the space around her. She’d done this. She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, and now Eris was paying for it. She was pacing like a caged animal around the rooms, worrying the dogs who kept trying to sniff at her hands and comfort her.

Hours passed this way, and still Eris did not return. It had to be the early hours of the morning now–the moon was already dipping back low in the sky outside. She’d wrung her hands into a mess of red skin, and she knew her hair would be wild if she looked from running nervous hands through it. The dogs had long since given up on her, returning to their beds and keeping sleepy eyes on her movements around the room.

Should she go get Alanna? Did she run the risk of encountering Beron if she did? Would that make everything even worse?

She started to cry again. Fuck. She couldn’t just keep her mouth shut when it mattered, and now Eris was somewhere in this godsforsaken house, probably in immense pain, and there was no one to blame but herself.

The door creaked open and she whirled to see Eris staggering in. A strangled gasp left her chest as she sprinted to him, gathering him into her arms as she sobbed against him.

“I’m so sorry, Eris. Gods, I am so fucking sorry.” She gasped into his chest and felt him wince.

“Is this all I need to do to get some attention from you?” He said, tone trying to be light, but it came out as more of a groan. She laughed wetly and pulled back, looking him over. His eyes were bloodshot, a dark bruise blooming over his jaw and beneath his eye. His shirt, however, was covered in blood, some of the edges singed.

“It’s okay, Tilly. It isn’t your fault. I just want to bathe and go to sleep.” His voice sounded tired, so she grabbed his hand and brought him to their bathroom. In a scene eerily reminiscent of the afternoon she’d spent with his mother, she ran him a bath, dumping lavender and cedarwood oils in, and filling it to the very top. She watched as he peeled the layers of bloody clothes from his body, and she couldn’t hold back the gasp that choked her as she saw his exposed back.

Burns were everywhere, some fresh, some old. There were marks that looked like a whip had been taken to him repeatedly, and some of the scars were so faded they must have been centuries old. He’d heard her, and turned his head over his shoulder to see the tears streaming down her face. He walked to her, cupping her face in his palms.

“It hardly hurts anymore, Tilly. I barely feel a thing.” She had begun to sob, her lip quivering as she barely got out the words.

“All of you?” He nodded solemnly. “Eris…I am so, so sorry.” She hung her head, but pressed a hand to his bare and bloodied chest. She let the familiar warmth rise in her veins, summoning the light to her fingertips and letting it flow into Eris. His eyes were wide with wonder as he understood the gravity of what was happening, as he felt his back knit back together, the sting lessening and the ache becoming manageable again.

“You….you have powers?” She laughed through her tears.

“Oh, yes. Loads.” She smiled at him, but it didn’t meet her eyes. “And Beron won’t know a word about it until it’s too late for him.” She let Eris see the determination in her eyes–let him see how much she meant every word.

“I mean to kill him.” He blurted out, surprising even himself. “I mean to kill him and take the crown. I am allied with the Night Court, and they will support me as the new High Lord. No one knows. Not my mother, nor my brothers. Just you.” He pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, caressing her jaw as he told her his deepest, darkest secret.

“Then we’ll do it together, Eris.” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead down to meet hers.

“Together, then.”

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Hit The Road

Chapter Seven

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story. In this chapter there will be some flashbacks, whenever the lettering style is different; it will be a memory. Also some information here is not in the order of the series or the same way it happened in the series. I'm changing some things to fit the fanfic story. Hope you like it!

You're standing in front of Stefan's car while he's talking to Caroline on the phone. It took about twenty minutes for him to convince her to go get the cure for werewolf. The name Klaus Mikaelson is said a few times during the conversation between Caroline and Stefan. It seems that she finds it curious that Stefan wants her to go after Klaus when she was involved only a short time ago romantically with Stefan. You can't help but think that if Caroline didn't seem to like you when she thought you was involved with Damon, imagine when she finds out that you slept with her ex?

"Caroline, this is much bigger than you and me. It's about saving the lives of two people, one of them is my brother and your best friend's ex. If you can soften Klaus' heart, I would appreciate it." Stefan speaks softly, like he's not nervous but his hands have been shaking since he rescued me and saw the werewolf bite. You are curious about why your imminent death disturbs this Salvatore's mind so much. Maybe he is remembering you, and the past you lived together.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to help, I owe you one. And tell Tyler that I'm in the middle of the highway where I found Damon's car and Y/N. " Stefan speaks seconds before ending the call, while you are standing outside the car admiring the bite mark becomes increasingly ugly on your arm. Your arm hurts like you're burning inside, and it doesn't look the best. You're trying to stay strong, you want to find Damon and help Stefan.

"Do you think she'll be able to talk this guy Mikaelson into helping us?" You ask a little suspicious that someone so powerful would help you in exchange for nothing.

"He will probably ask for something in return, you must be prepared. I don't know if he doesn't know you, if he does You'll probably owe him. But don't worry, I'll do my best to cover you in this." Stefan says, with a confidence that you admire. Maybe his brother and you will end up dying today but he seems to really believe we're going to get out of this.

"Listen, if we don't have another chance... I want you to know that I remembered you. I actually remembered us." You say with a little hope that he will remember you. You don't know how, or why you want him to look at you and say he recognizes you, but you deeply desire that Stefan remember what you felt for each other.

"What exactly did you remember?" Stefan asks, not seeming confused or lost. It appears he wants to know what you recalled because he's curious. Could he have started to believe that you both shared a romance?

"I remembered that you and I had a passion. Something somewhat forbidden because we got involved after I had been with your brother, but I feel like I truly wanted you. My heart seems to remember you more than my memory can convey." You respond hesitantly. You fear he may not have felt the same way or that he may never remember you.

"I also remembered something. You and I in a forest, bathing in a waterfall or something similar. It was like I could feel that moment, as if being with you made me feel alive." Stefan speaks, looking directly at you while he's crouched on the ground, checking the tire, and you're standing with your arms crossed in front of the car.

"I would really like to die knowing how much you meant to me..." You say softly, almost as if speaking to yourself. However, Stefan stands up immediately, facing you. You try to avoid Stefan's gaze by looking away, but he places both hands on your face, directing your gaze back to him.

Stefan doesn't wait another second and passionately kisses you, as if he wants this moment to be unforgettable. You respond to the kiss, running your hands through Stefan's hair. You end up climbing on top of the car, with your legs wrapped around Stefan's waist. At that moment you realized that you missed him, you missed his body close to yours, you missed feeling like he wanted you. The kiss is only interrupted when you hear the sound of a car approaching. Stefan looks over his head and sees someone he knows, as he waves at the person to come closer.

"What's the plan to find your bloodsucking brother?" A man speaks coming towards the two of us as we compose ourselves. When you are about to say something, you feel a weakness take over you, while your conscience drifts away. You lose your breath as you feel your body fall to the ground.

"Love is not something we choose, Stefan. Obviously, I didn't choose to love you and your brother. So don't you dare call me confused." you shout as you angrily walk into the cabin. Stefan is right behind you, trying to hold you back. You slam the cabin door in his face. He follows you into the cabin and you regret the day you let him into it.

"You didn't let me finish talking, but between you and me, it's at least strange that you're in love with me and him. You said yourself that you would never do that." Stefan says while holding your arm, trying to turn you towards him. But you take the wooden stake and it almost sticks in his chest.

"You compared me to the doppelgangers, and then what do you want me to do, suck you under a tree to celebrate the fact that you think I like all this?" You speak furiously but Stefan doesn't take you seriously. He smiles maybe because you mentioned a blowjob or maybe because he likes to irritate you.

"I love it when you get angry and say something dirty like it's nothing. It's just that you don't know what it's like to know that you'll hardly be loved by a woman without her loving your brother." Stefan says, his tone revealing a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"I love you. Even though it would be easier not to. It would be easier to love your brother and stick to the agreement you and I made to sleep together without getting attached. I'll love you even while loving your brother. Because you're worth the risk. I'm sorry if this isn't ideal for you." You finish speaking with such intensity that you don't feel the tears streaming down your face, but you know you're crying.

"You didn't understand. As bad as it might be, even in hell, your love would be one of the best things that ever happened to me." Stefan says, wiping away your tears. You look at him with such sincerity that you get lost in Stefan's gaze. You then lean in to kiss him. You want him, and even though it's wrong, you want to keep making this mistake.

You wake up again in Stefan's car, in the passenger seat. You're on a dark road that seems to be in the middle of nowhere. You slowly lift your head, feeling a pain coursing through your entire body. Stefan looks apprehensive, even though he's focused on the road. You finally turn fully towards him to let him know that you've regained consciousness.

"You blacked out for an hour, which is quite impressive for a vampire. You also mumbled things, as if dreaming about me, and seemed really upset, so I thought it best to let you rest." Stefan says, glancing sideways at you. His gaze carries a mix of concern and relief as he continues driving along the dark road.

"These visions, when mixed with a bite that's slowly killing me, can be incredibly intense. I almost feel like I'm human again." You say, adjusting yourself in the car seat, while a strange taste lingers in your mouth, as if someone fed you blood while you were unconscious.

"They must have been really intense; you were thrashing against the car seat. I told you it was better for you to stay home." Stefan says, sounding concerned. You find it a bit overprotective but romantic. He keeps driving, maintaining a watchful gaze on the dark road ahead, the worry lingering in his eyes.

"And who will protect you while you play the hero? If I'm going to die, let it be helping what might have been the great loves of my life." You add, the weight of the situation evident in your words. Stefan's expression softens, realizing the gravity of your sacrifice.

The car comes to a sudden stop, startling you. Stefan, who was following the car in front of you, seems to brace for the worst. You realize the warehouse in front of you must be the place where Damon is. Stefan prepares to get out of the car, while you struggle unsuccessfully to exit.

"Stefan, the door is locked. I hope you're not planning on leaving me here." You almost shout, using all the strength you have to try and exit the car with your vampire abilities. Whether it's weakness from the bite or not fully recovering from your fall, you seem unable to get out.

Stefan looks at you, murmuring a "sorry" as if it could make a difference. The humiliation fuels your anger, giving you the willpower to make another attempt at escaping the car. This guy Tyler seems to be helping Stefan with this situation. But something in you says you need to go there. Maybe it's death warning you that you need to go to the Salvatore brothers. You concentrate enough to kick Stefan's car door away. You feel like your strength is fading but you resist. Damon and Stefan need you, that's what your conscience says.

When you enter the warehouse Stefan is holding a werewolf by the neck and breaking its neck. Tyler is beating up two other werewolves, while Damon...

Damon is bleeding, trapped in what appears to be two bear traps, he has blood marks all over his body. His expression is one of pain, you feel like your heart would break just looking at him. One werewolf continues to torture him, using a wooden weapon and piercing Damon. You don't see anything in front of you, you just kill what appears in front of you. When you finally get to Damon, stick the gun that the werewolf was using it to hurt Damon and shoves it down the werewolf's throat. Damon looks at you with passion, and for the first time since you rediscovered him after losing your memory, you feel that Damon truly loves you.

"You kept your promise..." Damon murmurs, almost breathless. You release him from the trap, and he roars in pain. Offering your shoulder for support, you help him lean on you.

"What promise?" Is all you manage to say before seeing an arrow pierce Damon's abdomen.A werewolf shot that arrow to hit you but Damon got in front. He fell to the ground as blood came out of his mouth. You fear that Damon will die, you don't want to lose his love. When you kneel on the floor and see Damon agonizing in pain, you feel like your world is rocked. You knock the arrow out of Damon and shout to Stefan, who can give Damon his blood to drink. You look at Damon, who seems to be recovering from the arrow. You got the feeling as if a weight is leaving your shoulder. And then in the midst of it all you feel something warm come out of your nose when you touch it; see blood. And then you loses consciousness.

"Marry me?" Damon suggests, as you stand there waiting for him to explain why he's standing in front of your cabin in the middle of the night.

"You just came from a date with your girlfriend, and now you want to marry your second option?" You say, still recovering from your interrupted sleep.

"I was with my EX-girlfriend at a ball that I committed to attend long before breaking up with her, but that's not the point. I can't get you out of my head and my heart. So, marry me." Damon says, his voice holding a mix of sincerity and urgency as he awaits your response.

"Marriage for what reason? You're not even a human, for God's sake." You say, finding it hard to believe that this is happening now.

"Because you're human, and I want that commitment with you. I'll repeat, marry me?" Damon insists, his gaze fixed on you with a sense of determination.

"I do, Damon. If you want me to say I accept you in sickness and in health, even though you won't get sick. I promise to be by your side in richness and in poorness, but as you're a vampire, you must be rich. And all of this until death do us part. But death has already parted us, so..." Before you can finish, he interrupts you with a kiss.

"Do you promise to sacrifice your life if I need help?" Damon adds, as if he's truly conducting a wedding ceremony.

"I promise. Do you promise to protect me from anything that tries to harm me?" You say, looking at him, totally enchanted.

"I promise. I guess we're husband and wife now. You're a Salvatore and I am your husband." Damon says, kissing you intensely and entering the cabin with you.

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theregularwriter · 7 months ago

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Kid A(mnesia)

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (2003) Rating: T Relationships: Alphonse & Edward Characters: Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric; MENTIONED - Wrath, Noah, Alternate Gracia Hughes Summary: He was just a kid, and Al hated him. Post-Conqueror of Shamballa Word count: 669 AO3

TRIGGER WARNING - past character death

DO NOT SHIP THE ELRIC BROTHERS. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Al arrives home with the groceries for lunch, while Ed stays home to arrange everything. Before that, he greets Ms. Gracia and Noah, who work at the flower shop.

It’s a nice day today, until…

This kid is staring at Alphonse.

A kid with very familiar features.

Those round, curious eyes, the equally round cheeks, and the wild dark bangs. The little kid is hiding behind his mother’s leg as she talks to Ms. Gracia.

Al stares at him back, but not in fondness.

It seems to scare the boy off, since he hides further behind his mother. She asks him what’s wrong.

Equally so, Ms. Gracia and Noah notice that Al is tormented.

Tormented by a kid. They don’t understand. He’s just a child, why would Al treat him that way?

Panicking, Al drops everything in his hands to run upstairs, not looking back when the women call his name in concern and confusion. Al opens the door and closes it with force, locking it in the process. He’s sweating like he was caught committing a crime. Like they all found out his horrible secret.

It’s true, isn’t it?

Why are you defending this homunculus? He isn’t human.

He isn’t human.

How dare he, then, beg people to see him as human? If he couldn’t see a little boy as a human?

“Al? Is that you? You startled me-!”

Then Alphonse remembers he probably left all the groceries downstairs. And he probably ruined them given there were liquids, fruits and vegetables in the bags. He expects Edward to yell at him, but that’s not what happens.

“Whoa, Al, are you crying?” Ed then rushes to him. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

Crying? He can see tears?

“Al, talk to me. What happened?” His older brother checks over him for any injuries but finds none. He grabs both of his shoulders to snap Al out of it. “Alphonse—”

“Brother…”

“Yeah?”

“I-I saw him. I saw Wrath.”

Ed suddenly understands. “Oh?” But he’s not surprised.

“He was just a kid, Brother. He was a kid, and I…” Al sniffs. “I wanted to kill him, Ed. I hated him. And then I let him die by the hands of Gluttony, I did nothing when he was bleeding—”

“Al—”

“And now I see, he was a little boy like me. He was just like me, Ed. I let him die. I didn’t save him,” Al sobs.

“Shh, shh…” Ed pulls him in a hug. “Shhh…”

“I-It’s not fair—”

“I know. I know, Al. It’s horrible, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t even say sorry to him. I can’t do anything about it.”

Edward is silent, but he holds his younger brother a little tighter.

“How am I going to live with all of this? How? How, Brother?” Al begs.

Ed tenses, then breathes in deeply.

“… We do it together. It helps us to become better. But I know it hurts, Al. So, we stay together, we take care of each other. You won’t be alone, okay?”

He seems to take Sloth’s last words to heart.

Al is not entirely soothed, but he relaxes as his brother holds him longer.

“Okay,” he mumbles, hugging Ed in return.

After some more time, there are knocks on the door, giving Al dread.

“I’m so sorry, Brother, I dropped the groceries—”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, Al.”

Ed smiles at him, nonetheless.

Turns out it’s Noah in the doorway, who picked up the bags Al abandoned. She looks at him with sympathy. It’s revealed the food was not wasted, after all. Al apologizes to her, too, hating that he might have given the wrong impression to that child, as well as everyone else in the room.

Ed and Noah understand perfectly.

The haunting choices you might have made in the past…

They’ll keep coming back.

But it’s what Ed said, at least they’ve got each other to know they’re not alone.

That gives Al some peace, even if he might never truly sleep with a clean conscience.

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janaknandini-singh999 · 1 year ago

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so idk i felt like i could reach out to u for this, but like i was seeing one of ur posts about rukmini and i saw that apparently she did sati when shri krishna died, and I googled it and I found out in various places that yes, but idk that just made me really upset, like I understand the emotions but the concept itself makes me upset and i just couldn't believe that swayam devi rukmini and other wives actually did that u know, and if their lives were meant to be exemplary or teach us then what does it teach the Hindu people about sati u know and forcing it? like whenever smth like this that idk if i agree with or understand happens then I always try to trust that shri krishna intended it for a reason but here I really don't see the reason:( like surely it would have been stronger if rukmini were a pillar of comfort in the aftermath of shri krishnas death, or idk really even in srimad bhagavatam I was reading some lines about the raas lila and I just felt like, you know it showed the gopiyas and their love but on krishnas part I didnt feel like he was taking their love as seriously u know, or he seemed a little apathetic, idkkk I may be very quick to jump to conclusions about these things, and i shouldn't! but it's also why because shri krishna in my mind would also be deeply moved by these displays of love and also by the actions or happenings surrounding the people that love him, or people in general. which goes on I wanted to ask - what do you view shri krishna as? a historical figure, a mythological figure, an allegory for God/Brahman/Paramatma, someone who is emotional, someone who is perfect and does everything with a smile on his face?

and I just wish there were more stories of the divine feminine and all the female devis and their incarnations yknow? how do you feel about that? I'm sure they exist and must be lost somewhere, or I am not looking in the right place because I know things like the devi bhagavatam exist, but idk u must feel the divide between male and female gods, or is it that my perception is dependent on what I've come across growing up, or my perception of hindu society today?

for me, shri krishna was someone who existed in history, but he exists with such a fluidity that anyone who wishes to create a story of him that THEY find touching automatically becomes valid, because he is Bhagavan and so he changes with how his devotees perceive him or find love in him. which is why idk about radharani's 'existence' but I also feel her presence and I just intuitively *feel* that it doesn't matter if it is accurate or not, her identity as the divine counterpart and lover of shri krishna is so valid and touching yk

but I think my understanding of shri krishna can be very confusing to me sometimes because I am philosophical so I always question and critically look at things, so I question things like "if he is bhagavan, would he actually be like this, would he be like that" etc. I know I'm a seeker and my path must be jnana yoga and it's difficult but it's the way i find my way to bhakti. I'm a bhakt and emotionally attached now because i understand that I can never understand everything, and I naturally gravitate to being attached to shri krishna anyway despite all my questions, and I'm trying to embrace that.

sorry, I am aware I might seem arrogant or conceited questioning shri krishna bhagavan himself who is so huge and massive and I am sososoososooo tiny compared to him, as well as lakshmi devi and everyone else...there's no way I can understand everything, or even a small part of it.

it is just my own relationship with krishna i guess. or my own relationship with what I consider right and wrong.

please feel free to share your thoughts and views if you like 🙏🙏

sorry for the spam omg😭😭😭radhe radhe sakhi I appreciate you for listening so much!!!💙💙💙💙

Hey sakhi, first of all I'm glad you felt like reaching out to someone :') come heree yaar *hugs you tight and kisses your forehead and then hugs you again*

Now for the explanation - first things first I want you to know that whatever may have ensued in that yug was first of all majorly determined by patriarchy (yes, even when it came to krishna) and secondly, as a result, all of the texts were mostly manipulated to show the control of men over women. Now please keep that in mind as I continue..

Now that we have the power dynamics of gender out of our way let's get right into it: the sheer love between Krishna and his gopiyan and wives that no egoistic/materialistic mortal consumed by power and arrogance would ever be able to grasp in their entire life. It's the same reason why most people attack Radha for being worshipped with Krishna even though she was "just a lover" in their eyes. Now coming to back to it, in the simplest words, nothing existed for the wives of Krishna after he died. Their souls passed away with him - they had died anyway, it was just a matter of letting go of their bodies at this point after purging themselves through the purifying fire once and for all. Coz yes, to be very precise and blunt, all of their purposes had come to an end for this lifetime after Krishna passed away. Their purpose as Lakshmi's incarnations was to be Krishna's consort in his journey of dharma. This is something that can't be understood by most people because they start by directly comparing themselves to them. First of all, no you can't. Nobody in this yug (Kalyug) can have that sort of selfless, maddening devotion for anyone who isn't God (Kanha) Himself. So please don't equate yourself to them. It would just be wrong and simply... unjust? Also, again - it was a patriarchy so that was the picture painted for us too in the end. You wanna know something though? Radha was the only consort of Krishna who passed away before him. When she left her mortal body, she called out to Krishna to play his bansi for the last time in this lifetime for her as she peacefully passed away in his lap, listening to it and smiling. Krishna lost absolutely all hope after that. He broke down, broke his bansi in half and never played it for anyone ever again in his whole life after Radha passed on. His half soul had gone and taken along his dearest love with him. After that he just existed to complete his dharma, his purpose. His body otherwise had died. That was a kind of Sati for him, in his own heartbreakingly haunting way but nobody ever tells you that.

Coming to the portrayal, it's what the characters are moulded and shown to us that view our lens but really it should be debated when it comes to Gods because we are supposed to worship and follow their ideals. There are definitely a lot of divine goddesses in our religion. In fact, hinduism is the only religion that worships Goddess primarily as the eternal Shakti from which all beings are born (in most other religions there are just demi goddesses and gray/antihero goddesses). For example: greek mythology. That's probably again coz of the prevalant patriarchy. When Lilith (Adam's first wife) revolted against Adam for unequal power play, what did they do? Very conveniently painted her as the demoness queen aka the villain. Then ofc the stories that followed of her eating babies because she was jealous of Eve (the perfect submissive wife). Honestly how much should we even believe and how much discard? Next is Greek Mythology where the queen Goddess is Hera who is portrayed as a very angry Goddess and villainised almost every time, just because she stands up to her husband who sleeps with many others and doesn't care. She poisons other women in jealousy. What are these stories even trying to show? That what the man doing is alright and when it's a woman then it's "women are only women's enemies and they all just want to attack their poor husbands?" *cue men laughing together and mocking their wives*

It's a very gray area to touch upon and I don't wanna hurt sentiments but it's what it is. Coming back to Hindu - see, Krishna was a very tricky (and a trickster ;) part to portray. He was supposed to be mischievous but he was also supposed to be morally correct. Why else do we adore him sm? Because he resonates with us in this yug - he's cool and nice, a bsf, a father, a guide, a babygirl all in one. But look at his pov also na? That's a very difficult image to maintain, to be able to be loved and respected by all generations equally even with such a fluid identity. And since it's such a fluid identity, it was even easier to be tampered with by the brahmins who gave us the knowledge firsthand that was passed down by him. But just imagine - if even after all the (possible) manipulation of his character he still gives us the vibes of a genuine bestie, how loving would he actually be??? Like begaad kar bhi kuch nahi bigaad paaya jiska koi toh phir hum kya hi maaya hi uss kanhaiya ke saamne?

Btw another thing I wanted to point out, something that in turn is very personal to me, is my relationship with lord Ram. Can I just say that I had a sort of raging, blind hatred towards him? Ok, attack me as much as you like but let me first complete my case. Ofc as soon as I got to know that he left Sita ji because of a mere dhobi's accusation, I was furious beyond control. What was the point of even saving her if you had to do this??? What gives you the right of being called the perfect man (maryada purshottam) if you do this to the wife who devoted her entire life to you literally without any questions? How are you the best man in society when you don't even know the difference between right and wrong and get so easily swayed by other's influence and forget everything else? I was very much triggered and was one of those who saw it on the surface level and rebelled against it. Then something happened in my life which completely changed my perception. Tmi but let's just say I was Sita here (haha, so unironic) and I loved someone (let's call them Ram). We were perfect. Too perfect actually. And maybe it was something that things too beautiful are meant to end just as ravishingly because they left me. Not because of any other reason other than circumstance. It was also scarily similar to what happened to Ram when he actually left Sita. When it happened to me I grovelled and cursed and cried and cried. But despite everything, I could never blame this person. Because it wasn't their fault. They loved me when they left me but they had to do it. With a shock, I realized how much it was resonating now. I took it as a sign and this time I rampaged articles and articles on Ram Sita's relationship and finally found it out: Ram was distraught. He begged at Sita's feet that he doesn't want to leave. "No, my love. Not when I've finally been reunited with you after all this time." But Sita knew bettee. She quietly left the palace when he was sleeping at night and made her way into her beloved forest where she knew nobody would find her. It was for everyone's good. And Sita had made peace with it. They loved each other all the same. He never married again btw and something more which they don't tell you: Ram sculpted Sita's statue in his palace right next to his throne: a silent but crystal clear reminder to his people about who their rightful, true queen was and nobody could do anything about it. They were wrong, Siyaram weren't. But the tragic circumstances were unavoidable. Another legend that justifies it all is the curse of Asura Guru Shukracharya on Vishnu that he would be separated from Lakshmi in every birth (sitaram, radhakrishna).

To conclude though, I got my answer and I thanked Ram/Krishna/universe for it.

For those who attack and then those who justify sati of these women by merely looking at the surface level: tell them the tale of Sita who didn't need a man to tell her what her worth was. She didn't care whether she was in the palace or lost in the forest, though she always preferred the latter and was fortunate enough to live most of her life in it. She didn't budge when Raavan kidnapped her, didn't budge when a dhobi accused her of being impure, didn't budge when she went through everything because she knew she was right and because she was strong. To hell with those who didn't get that, she was her only validation, her only solace. Don't get the wrong idea that you can throw whatever struggle you want on a woman but be inspired that inspite of it all, she emerged victorious in her own eyes every time and then again and finally as a Goddess that everyone fell on their feet, crying and begging for forgiveness for ever doubting her.

Tell them the tale of Shakti, her beautiful roop Kaushiki who when spotted by the lake taking a bath mesmerized demons. The asura kings Shumbh Nishumbh laughed and said that such beauty could only be in their possession so they issued orders for her to marry either of them. Kaushiki simply smiled and said "I'll happily marry you. But only if you can defeat me in a battle. I'll only be of a man whose strength is equal to mine." The asura kings laughed louder "Such arrogance for the puny stature of a woman?"

The next thing they knew was duelling with Kaushiki and being killed.

Before the death blow a light emanated and that's when they realized who they had challenged. "Take me home, Mother." they were grateful to be slain by the hands of the ever kind goddess who merely smiled and granted their wish as their souls flew out their bodies.

Tell them the tale of Shakti and how only one Navratri used to celebrated (Ashwina Navratri) but then Ram was in Lanka and he had to rescue his wife. He couldn't find a way because his enemy was being protected by Shiv ji's blessings. The only one who could help him was the Goddess. But he couldn't wait for the next Navratri he didn't have time so he started a fast and worshipped Her for nine days (it later came to be known as Chaitra Navratri) She blessed him with strength and on the tenth day they celebrate Vijay Vijaydashami (Dussehra) when Ram was finally able to conquer evil.

p.s: please don't call yourself conceited and arrogant, dear sakhi. If you were then you would've just attacked his idealogy without the need to understand it. But you're questioning and that means you want to understand it. When we love someone we want to know their actions and why they did what they did which would eventually bring us closer to them. When we question, we learn. And we want to learn about things and people we love, right? :)

Well, Kanha we love like that and he would've never wanted his image to be as a dictator. Rather he'd be so happy and proud that you want to understand and get closer to him <3

I'm grateful to Kanha with all my heart that he picked me as a medium for such a beautiful sakhi soul as you 🙏✨️

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