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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Zuko x reader - the right side

Hi! I just recently discovered your blog and I’ve been loving your writing so much! I would like to request a part two to your Zuko x Reader - The Right Side. It’s so well done and I’m curious to see what happens after Zuko and the reader reconnect :) - Anon💜

Part two:

He slowly stood up and stepped out from the group, he looked at you, and you stared at him intently. It made him shiver the way you looked at him.

Your gaze was so full of fury, hatred, sadness, betrayal.

So many things Zuko thought he would never see in your eyes again, he never thought it would ever be directed at him.

“Why are you here?” You spat.

“I’m here to help, I swear. I want to teach Aang Fire bending.” He said

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you carried on gazing at him.

Zuko gulped a little as he dared to take a small step forward, and then another.

He kept going until you kicked your leg out, sending a line of fire directly in his path which he barely managed to dodge.

“(Y/N) don’t!” Aang rushed out.

You turned to Aang, frowning heavily but you lowered your hands and took a few steps towards the avatar.

You were furious with Zuko, and they all knew it.

“Go calm down.” Katara whispered.

“Come on, I’ll come with you.” Toph said.

She led you a way from everyone and Zuko watched in sadness as you left.

“She hates me…” he mumbled.

“She doesn’t hate you, she just needs time, that’s all.” Katara smiled.

“Yeah, (Y/N) can’t hate anyone, trust me!” Aang beamed.

Zuko looked over at them then turned to Sokka who gave a small shrug.

“I’ll be honest, she could hate you. You nearly killed her, betrayed her and just left her. She’s pretty mad man.”

“Sokka!” Katara hissed.

“No, no. I need to hear the truth.” Zuko said softly.

Zuko left, and for the rest of the night no one saw him, or you or Toph.

The earth bender came back before you, saying that you decided to head back to your room last night and she decided to go to bed, but she hadn’t heard from you since then.

Everything went to hell pretty quickly, from the killer Zuko hired showing up, and Azula appearing out of nowhere you guys had to fight for your lives to get out.

And you decided to sit up with Aang away from the fire Prince.

“Just talk to him.” Aang spoke softly.

“Not a chance.”

“(Y/N) he’s really trying. He feels bad for what he did and he wants to apologise, the first step to moving forward is to forgive.”

“I love you Aang, but you’re to oblivious to how to world works. It’s all good and well to pretend everything can be fixed with a simply apology but it can’t.”

Aang sighed, turning to look at you.

“You’re right, it can’t. But it’s a start, right? It will be great to be able to take some of that weight from your shoulders and throw it away. No one says you have to talk to him after that, you just have to hear him out.”

“I’m sorry Aang, but no.”

Even as you guys landed, he tried to keep convincing you to talk to Zuko, but you weren’t having it.

Sokka and Toph had asked asked you to just listen to what Zuko had to say, though Toph’s only reason was so she didn’t have to hear him complaining about it anymore.

Katara came over and sat next to you on the rock you had perched yourself on.

“If you’re here to tell me to forgive Zuko don’t bother.”

“I’m not.”

You turned to her slightly shocked.

“I understand why you’re angry, why you don’t want to talk to him or forgive him. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thanks Katara.” You smiled.

She nodded and left, and you carried on looking out over the horizon.

Someone else sat next to you and immediately you stood up and started to walk away.

“Please! I’ll do anything! Just let me explain!” He begged.

“You want me to listen to you? Fine. I challenge you to an Agni kai.” You snapped.

“No!” Aang yelled.

The trio rushed over, trying to stop what was about to happen.

“If that’s what you want then okay. I accept.” Zuko nodded.

No one could stop this, they knew the rules, they couldn’t stop it, they couldn’t help either of you, they just had to watch it play out.

And they knew there was only so many outcomes.

Either you hurt Zuko bad enough for him to feel your pain, or you would be so blinded but your anger for him you would try your best to kill him.

You and Zuko stood opposite each other, and you stripped yourself of Iroh’s cloak before handing it to Katara to look after.

“Please go easy.” She whispered.

Saying nothing, you stepped back in front of Zuko, and he just stared at you.

You threw the first attack, pushing your hands forward to create a massive surge of flames straight at the Prince.

He easily deflected your attack, and carried on standing there, so you attacked again.

Kicking your leg in the air you sent attack after attack after attack.

All of which he deflected.

“Fight me you coward!” You yelled.

“No.”

You yelled and ran over to him, attempting to punch him but he dodged it, and so you tried to knock his legs from under him, but he dodged that as well.

“Fight me!”

“No! I won’t hurt you!” He yelled.

Zuko breathed heavily as he dodged your attacks.

Usually you were so well coordinated, you thought your attacks out carefully that you were able to knock him down easily.

But this time you were so blinded by your emotions that you were just attacking blindly, you were messy and desperate.

“Why won’t you fight me!?”

“Because I refuse to hurt you!”

Zuko grabbed your arm as you lunged at him, spinning you around so you were behind him and let go.

You stumbled a few steps and turned around.

You were heaving for air, hands on your knees as your eyes locked with his.

“Why not? You already have, May as well finish the job right?” You sneered.

“N..no.. no that’s not what I want…”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned around and started to walk away.

“Fine.”

Zuko sighed with relief, as did everyone else.

The battle was over, Zuko never once threw an attack, and you had finally called it off as you started to walk away.

In a split second, you spun around, kicking your leg up in the air, you sent a rope of fire at Zuko.

He barely managed to dodge it thanks to everyone calling his name, and he fell to the floor.

Running over, you took a deep breath and stared down at him as you stood above him.

Slowly you raised your hand towards the sky, crackling sounding at the tips of your fingers, and blue lightening started to build up.

“(Y/N) NO!” Sokka yelled.

“DONT!” Aang and Katara begged.

Toph tried to put up a wall between you and the Prince but she couldn’t, you were stood right over him, and she couldn’t put the earth between you both.

Zuko looked between you and the lightening in pure horror.

For you to do this it meant that you were sound of mind, you knew what you were doing, and you knew exactly what it was you were about to do as well.

As you stared at Zuko, you could register the fear in his eyes, the fear and regret.

The same thing you felt on that night he had attacked you, the pure fear running through your veins.

You had promised yourself you would never hurt anyone, you swore to yourself that you would protect people and keep them safe.

“If you want to do this… then that’s okay…” Zuko whispered.

You pointed your other hand at him, the charge was nearly finished.

Zuko gave you a sad and broken smile.

“Tell uncle I’m sorry…”

He closed his eyes and something in your snapped.

There was a loud crash, and everyone slowly opened their eyes to see what horror waited before them.

The trees in front of you had been blow down, a small fire in the centre where the blast was aimed.

You had fallen to your knees over Zuko.

He was still pinned below you, your knees rested on the dirt and you had your head cast down.

Zuko flinched when he felt something fall on his face, and he opened his eyes when he felt it again.

His eyes gazed up at yours, watching as the tears slowly slipped free as you stared at him in pure horror.

His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing was ragged and he was shaking.

Your tears fell on his face as you slowly fell to the side, resting your hands in your knees as you bowed your head down to hide your face.

“I’m.. I’m a monster…” you chocked out.

You swore you’d never hurt anyone, you’d protect people and keep them safe.

And out of pure, unresolved emotion you nearly killed Zuko.

You nearly killed a person.

A person you once trusted with your very life, a person who you had grown up with and whom you loved with your whole heart.

And he nearly died by your very hand.

Slowly Zuko sat up, turned to look behind him at what was left of the trees before he turned to you.

He reached out and hesitated, then finally reached out fully, placing his hand on your head before he quickly pulled you into him.

You wrapped your arms around Zuko, all the hatred and anger you felt was gone, you were scared, upset, ashamed.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as you cried into his shoulder.

He held you tightly against his chest, burying his face into your neck as he let a few tears slip free.

Aang and Katara ushered Sokka and Toph away, leaving the pair of you alone.

The worst of it was over now, whatever happened now was up to whatever you and Zuko decided to do about what had happened on that night

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fetusharryluvr · 2 years ago

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knight in shining armour

in which a single mother moves in three doors down from harry, and her two year-old finds herself outside his flat…

Harry fumbled with the keys after locking the front door to his flat, shoving them into his pocket. Whilst humming some random tune that, if you asked him where he’d heard it, he wouldn’t be able to tell you, he turned around, stopping in his tracks when he was met with a strange sight. A little girl standing all alone in the hallway. Well, ‘little girl’ may be a bit of an overstatement, she couldn’t have been any older than two.

He crouched down so he was more at her level, giving her a warm smile, “Hello, little lady.”

The 2ft child sniffled, rubbing her nose with one hand and giving Harry a small wave with the other.

“Where’s your mummy, love? She must be worried sick.” He felt a bit silly asking her, nor did he expect her to tell him, but what else do you ask a toddler wondering about on their own?

She pouted. Her little lip started to quiver, and she looked up at the man with sad, puppy dog eyes.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He soothed. He stretched out his tattooed arms, picking up the girl and propping her up on his side. “It’s okay, bubs, we’re gonna find your mummy.”

He carried her around, trying to work out where she could have possibly come from. The little light bulb inside his head lit up when saw the door to flat 106 was slightly open. Despite that, Harry didn’t want to intrude into your home, so he lightly knocked three times.

It took a couple of minutes for you to open the door, and when you did, your face fell, eyes widening at the sight of your daughter in the arms of a stranger.

Harry could clearly see how worried and confused you were, which why he was quick to jump in and explain. “She was wandering outside my flat. I saw your door was open and I assumed she’d gotten out. Uh, I live three doors down - flat 109.”

“Oh my god,” Your voice was shaky, as if you were on the verge of tears. The brunette loosened his grip on the toddler, allowing you to take her from him and hug her tightly, her little arms wrapping around your neck. “I’m so sorry. I was too focused on the washing up— I must’ve left the door open— I didn’t realise she got out.”

Harry simply nodded his head and smiled. He didn’t quite understand why you were apologising to him. You had nothing to apologise to him for. “She’s adorable.” He stated, unable to pull his eyes away from the little angel.

Just as intended, his words brought a bright beam to your face. “Well, I definitely think so, but I suppose I’m biased.”

“I’m Harry, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You informed him. “An’ this is Noelle.”

Now he could see the both of you side-by-side, Harry realised just how similar you and Noelle looked. She was like a mini you, and, my god, you were gorgeous.

“Do you wanna come in for a coffee?” You offered, “As a thank you.”

“Yeah, I’d love to.” He smiled, and you were secretly relieved. You couldn’t thank him enough.

Harry followed you inside, shutting the front door behind him. He looked around in reverence. For such a small flat, you kept it unbelievably tidy, especially considering you were the mother of a toddler. The rug by the sofa was spotless, with a plastic container full of toys in the corner of the room, and a rather empty bookshelf in the other corner - which consisted of a small collection of Paddington Bear books stacked in alphabetical order, and a couple of true crime novels.

“You’ve got a lovely place.” He observed.

“Thank you. It’s not ideal, but it’s got the extra room for Elle.”

Whilst you hovered around the kitchen counter to make coffee, Harry sat himself down at the table, making faces at the little girl in the high chair opposite him. “Have you lived here long?” He asks, “‘S just I haven’t seen you around before.”

You grabbed two mugs out from the cupboard, “We moved in two weeks ago. The rent on my old place was gettin’ too expensive. Plus, Elle was getting too big to be sharing a room with me.” You heard her laughing, prompting you to turn around. Harry was playing a game of peek-a-boo with her, causing her little lips to turn up in a wide smile. “She likes you.”

“Yeah?” He peers over his shoulder at you with an endearing grin.

“Yeah.” You nod, returning the expression. “She’s normally not great with strangers, but that’s probably the most I’ve seen her smile in a long time.”

He turned back around, continuing his string of goofy faces. “Well, she’s got a beautiful smile. Just like her mum.”

You bent down and opened the door to the fridge, hissing out a quick, “Shit.” Under your breath.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, concerned.

“We’re out of milk. I’m so sorry.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. It was clear in your tone that you were embarrassed.

Much to your surprise, Harry wasn’t mad. Far from it, in fact. “It’s okay.” He softly assured you.

You shook your head, beginning to feel another headache coming on, something that tended to happen when you didn’t get enough sleep. “No. No, it’s not. I should’ve checked— I could’ve sworn I had at least half the carton left—”

“Y/N.” Harry calmly cut you off, “Really, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

“I’ll pay you back somehow.” You assured him. “I promise.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” You nodded, not wanting to take no for an answer. “I can’t thank you enough for bringing her back, I dread to think what would’ve happened if—” You couldn’t finish the sentence, but the look on Harry’s face told you that you didn’t need to. “You’re our knight in shining armour.”

You visibly cringed the second the words left your mouth, “Sorry,” you laughed. “Been reading too many fairytale stories.”

His cheeks flushed red. “No, I like it.” He breathed out a chuckle, whilst Noelle wrapped her hand around his forefinger. “I’m always happy to help a little damsel in distress.”

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unknownunidentified101 · 1 year ago

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4 WORDS ;

I WANT YOU BACK.

SCENARIO || in which you get back with your ex [ aka genshin and hsr men ]

CONTAINS || Gepard, Blade, Jingyuan, Dan Heng, Childe, Diluc, Scaramouche

WARNING || suggestive. mentions of alcohol. reader is female.

NOTE || I’ve been wanting to make this for a while

GEPARD

How long were you going to wait, days? Months? Years? Gepard had broken up with you after seeing the effects on his job straining on you. He didn’t want to see you suffer but he knew you would either way. He didn’t want to break up with you but after it was done, he slowly found himself wanting more of you.

“ I’m telling you Serval, I’m fine” Gepard carried the heavy boxes that his sister ordered him to lift

“ Are you sure? You seem sleep deprived” Serval mocked, pulling her own eye bags as a emphasis

“ I haven’t got enough sleep…but it’s okay” Gepard placed the last box down, having a huff of exhaustion

“ it’s [y/n] isn’t it?” Serval knew her brother because of her sister instinct

Gepard paused, unable to find the words to tell his sister how he still kept the photos of you and him together

“ it’s for the best” Gepard avoided his sister’s gaze, feeling a sudden vibration in his pocket

Serval frowned. She hated seeing her brother in such a deranged state but she had no contact with you

Gepard looked at his lit up screen, looking rather gloomy as his eyes trailed to the name of the notification

‘ Gepard could you pick me up? I feel unsafe.’

Was what radiated on his phone, Gepard was shocked upon seeing your name. After weeks or what felt like months, you finally texted him back

all those read messages he sent for your well-being, did you read those…?

“ I have to go” Gepard wasted no time, adrenaline coursing through his own veins

“ oh! Okay” his sister shouted as Gepard exited the workshop, his sister pondering what the message was

—

“ [y/n]!?!” Gepard shouted while scanning the abandoned streets, his worry growing by every suffocating second

“ [y/n]..?” Gepard yelled once more, breath becoming shallow from the freezing winters of the night

“ Gepard!?” He finally heard a reply, turning around to see you shivering

“ oh my god.. [y/n]” Gepard was at your side, your body struggling to stand up by itself, “ can you take me home?” You chuckled weakly, eyes closing slowly

“ Are you drunk..?” Gepard’s eyes looked sullen as your fragile body fell on him, his hands embracing you

—

“ what were you thinking!?” Gepard almost shouted at you as you were consumed in numerous blankets

You didn’t respond, staring endlessly at the wall behind him

“ hey!…hey” Gepard lowered his tone, realising you didn’t like to get yelled at, hands cupping your shoulder

“ I’m sorry okay..?” Gepard apologised softly, reflecting on his own actions, “ I’m sorry” Gepard leaned more closely to you.

“ I missed you” you simply respond, eyes finally staring into those bright skies again

Gepard froze, his hand stopping in it’s tracks

“ I miss how you hold me. I miss how you made me coffee in the morning. I miss how you kiss and tell me everything will be fine! I miss everything!” You explain, retorting your anger on him

“ god…I will do anything to do it again but…you broke up with me” you hid your tears despite your eyes pleading with you

Gepard’s cheeks started to warm up. If only you knew how much you meant to him. How he wanted the same thing as you

You stare breathlessly at the man, the tension rising, you weren’t in the right state of mind as you leaned in for a kiss

Gepard knew if he kissed back, if he did anything, the clock would rewind. But maybe things will change..? Maybe he realised the importance of loving you.

His hands support your head ever so slowly, his lips parting to reconnect the kiss you shared

He knew he could never go back. But it was worth the risk for you.

BLADE

You think he would move on but after the break up, his mind would endlessly wander back to you.

“ he hasn’t been like himself lately” Kafka dusted the table with a single finger

“ so? How’s that my problem” you rudely reply, mood dropping at the mention of the name

“ well we can’t have an unmotivated co-worker can we…?” Kafka smiled, walking towards you

“ it’s not my problem anymore” you lowly whisper, averting the woman’s deafening gaze

“ well his surely getting drunk out there or getting laid” Kafka obnoxiously sneered to you, much to the tight grip of your hands on the delicate glass you held

“ I would pick him up…but I have other things to attend to” Kafka wooed, making you guilty

“ so what? You seriously want me to pick him up?” You got increasingly irritated at the cunning women

“ would you be a dear..? Thank you” Kafka smiled, patting your shoulder as she wasted no time in leaving

Being angry was an understatement, you were beyond mad and the fact you had no choice because you would lose a ‘valuable member’

You curse, before gathering your coat

—

“ get up” you almost ordered, seeing a familiar man passed out on the table

“ [y/n]!?!” Blade hiccuped, leaning upwards after hearing your sweet voice again. He thought he was dreaming after seeing your concerned face

You harshly give a grunt, surprised by the fact you had to do this job

“ you need to get home” you pestered, picking up the glass of alcohol in retaliation

“ I’m not drunk” Blade sneers, laughing at his own remarks

“ sure you are” you roll your eyes, bracing yourself to pick him up

Blade lazily looks at your face, having a smirk at your reaction

“ you know, I never told you this but you are hot when you are mad” Blade commented, making you scoff, not wowed by his call outs

“ yeah yeah hurry up” you place the man’s arm over your shoulder

“ I can’t believe this” you found yourself mumbling, tired from just the lifting itself

—

“ drink this” you face Blade by kneeling down to his level, giving him a glass of cold water

Blade was very quiet by now. He didn’t murmur anything to you as you made your trip back to your house

“ and you’ll be gone in the morning” your words sounded like an order, averting Blade’s gaze

You stare at the hopeless man, feeling slightly guilty before you decided to stand up and leave

“ where are you going” Blade grabbed your wrist pulling you back on his chest

“ What are you doing!??” You exclaim, struggling to escape the man’s tight grip

“ I missed you” Blade whispers in your ear, admitting your suspicions

“ well I clearly don’t” you lie, struggling to escape such strong grips, “ …you know why” you couldn’t help but add, giving up from resisting him

“ we can still make it work” Blade gently whispered those words into your ear, tempting you

“ did you and Kafka plan this to win me back?” You laugh a little as Blade doesn’t deny it

“ maybe”

JINGYUAN

Jing yuan would seem patient but due to his job, he ignored you which led to one agreement and another. He regretted everything. But he couldn’t bring himself to break the truth to you. The truth was ; he wants you. And so Badly.

“ general here you go” Fu Xuan placed the sorted out files in corresponding order on the desk

“ thank you” the general himself huffed, massaging his head after going through his third stack of paper work

“ by the way, there’s someone waiting for you by the garden” Fu Xuan dismissed, bowing before disappearing in thin air

Jing yuan placed a finger on his chin, deciding whether to visit his guest and sure enough he travels to meet them

Walking outside he was met with the cool breeze, seeing a familiar figure in the distance like a fever dream

“ to what do I owe pleasure” Jing yuan wore a smile, walking up to you, he tried to compose himself in those mere seconds

“ oh Jingyuan…” you smile, using the sweet tone he fell for

you fixed yourself up, your heart feeling an aching sensation as the purpose of your visit was a dreadful one

Jingyuan is shocked for words, mouth a gap because he didn’t expect you to be in his presence. He felt as if he wanted to embrace you again. But he couldn’t.

“ I assume you are well” Jing yuan breathed, taking in your intact youth

“I’ll make this quick, I presume you have duties to attend to ” you breath heavily, sitting down as you repeated the reason why you broke up

“ well we haven’t seen each other in such a long time, and now…I have all the time in the world…what’s bothering you?” Jing yuan composed, still feeling guilt and awkwardness around you.

you and him had broken up for months now.

“ i was thinking” you play with the pendant in your hands

Jing yuan pays attention to you, somehow after so long, still having the admiration for you

“ I think you should have this” you give Jing yuan the pendant that he gave to you on your anniversary

“ but this..” Jing yuan was beyond shocked, realising after so long he hadn’t moved on from you, realising you were actually moving on

“ I know and I think you should have it” you shared a fake smile, putting the pendant in Jing yuan’s care

“ no.” Jing yuan placed the pendant back in your hands, making you slightly baffled

“ Jing Yuan-“

“ I’m not ready. I’m not ready to accept the fact you have broken up with me. Yes it’s been a long time, 3 months, 2 weeks… but I can’t help wanting you still. I agree you should of been the centre of attention. My attention ” Jing yuan spilled his heart out for you,

“ I can’t …I can’t imagine you. Being gone” Jing Yuan ended his confession

You were moved to tears, although you didn’t show it, you stood upwards, wiping the tears on Jing Yuan’s face

“ I’m sorry” you could barely whisper

“ no. I’m sorry, my love, please..let’s make this work again” Jing yuan grabbed your hand, creating a new oath

Your heart felt what it was like to love again, and with that, you smiled

“ of course”

DAN HENG

He might seem stoic on the outside but after the break up (because of miscommunication), Dan Heng is wounded, his heart calls out for you and he simply can’t move on

“ what? We are out of rooms!?!” You yell out loud, not caring about the attention you’ll attract

“ it appears” March hid behind her camera, fearing for her life after announcing the news

You press a supporting hand over your head, shocked by the revelation.

You were too engrossed in your thoughts that you failed to notice the looming figure walk out their room behind you

“ is [y/n] staying in my room” he spoke, to your annoyance

“ sorry! You guys have to stay together for a few more days I swear” March wanted to ran away

You didn’t argue back as the tension grew the more you stood next to the man

“ goodnight!” March and her new companion ran off without sparing any second thoughts

You curse multiple times, before having to walk in the man’s room. It was very late at night

“ I’ll sleep on the floor” you made up your mind as the door closed

“ I can’t let you do that” Dan Heng, to your surprise, stopped you first

“ well I’ll be fine” you prepare your sleeping area once more, flipping the blanket

“ [y/n] on the bed now” Dan Heng placed a hand on yours, making your eyes avert to him

“ since when did you start to express worry for me?” You ask as kindly as you could, the words coming out sharper than anticipated

Dan Heng fumbles over his words, taking a big breath

“ I still care for you” Dan Heng’s voice sounded like a whisper to you

“ since when? We’ve broken up a long time ago” you retort, eyes showing clear sadness

“ [y/n]. Look at me” Dan Heng softly spoke, his voice guiding your eyes to him

“ I’m sorry…” Dan Heng admits, making you think it was all lies

“ don’t sleep on the floor I don’t want you to get sick” Dan Heng averted your gaze, too embarrassed at his own confession

Something in you snapped, making you pull his face into a heated kiss

Dan Heng stumbled back, wondering how he got in this situation but either way it meant you guys wouldn’t be sleeping on the floor tonight

CHILDE

Childe tried distracting himself from other concerns, suffocating in his endless piles of paperwork. But after fighting more people to ravage his bloodlust, he realised the lonely nights where he would patch himself up. He missed your presence, he missed you.

You place all your memories in a box, starting the next chapter in your life, you finally decided to move on after your friends pestered you to do so

It was a rainy night, a loud one as it echoed through the walls of your home

You sigh, taking one last look at a picture of you and him…you and Childe whom had broke up because you thought it was for the best

You were going to place the picture in the box before suddenly hearing the thuds of knocking on your door

You stare at the door, wondering who would be out in a rain like this. Nevertheless you had to reply, cautiously walking to the door and opening it slowly

“ Childe!?!” You almost exclaim. Seeing a bloody and bruised man at your doorstep

“ I know what you are thinking but this isn’t mine” Childe made his way through your home

“ um excuse me!?! You can’t just show up out of nowhere after we broke up because of this specific reason!” You lectured, slamming the door as your heart ached upon seeing his fragile state

“ I missed you.” Childe made his way on your couch, slouching over it

“ are you drunk!?” You couldn’t believe this man, walking over to the exhausted Childe

“ I’m not” Childe retorted, clearly avoiding your gaze. “ then why are you here?” You breathe in frustration

“ I had an realisation” Childe simply replied to you, you scoffed in dismay, standing up to lazily grab your aid kit

“ what realisation” you found yourself mumbling

“ I’m sorry” Childe admitted, your mouth parting after the sudden response you weren’t preparing for

“ I don’t need your apologies, I don’t feel anything for you anymore” you immediately look away, trying to look emotionless

“ really? You don’t feel anything if I do this” Childe smiled softly and weakly stood up, pulling your waist closely to him

“ you don’t feel anything for me when I breathe here..?” Childe moved his lips closely to your lips, eyes craving for your lips

You were dumbfounded, you couldn’t say any words to stop what he was doing. Your body gave in

“ I don’t” you sharpen up, escaping from the man’s grip, trying to calm your beating heart

“ well I still love you” Childe replied nevertheless, his eyes showing clear guilt

“ stop that” you retorted, daring not to stare into those alluring eyes. “ stop what” Childe said so innocently

“ you always do this. You always give me false hope that you will be with me forever but what if you don’t come back to me..? What if I don’t see you again” you rant endlessly, saying words you’ve repeated over and over again

Childe tried to share a smile, hands pulling you into a tight hug

You felt your eyes overwhelm as the rain roared outside

“ I promise I will careful… I’m sorry..I just. Don’t want you to leave me anymore” Childe recited, you were shocked by those words, finally feeling the warm embrace you had longed for

“ you know what happens when you break a promise.” You commented, wiping your eyes after the embrace

“ I know” Childe nodded, lips connecting with yours. Your lips finally reuniting

DILUC

After the break up due to many miscommunications, Diluc looked unaffected, in fact, he had no other emotions from your point of view. but behind that facade he was a heartbroken mess. Wanting you back was an understatement. His body restricted him from communicating that

‘ so you are just going to leave me like that..? You are so selfish!?!’ Was the last thing you said to Diluc, face to face

You were beyond mad when Jean informed you that she was coming over on behalf of Diluc.

You were mad how he broke up with you and ghosted you for a month and also how he didn’t want to confront you at all

You sighed, almost pulling your hair out in a fit, hearing the doorbell ring

You stomp towards the door, the anger in pace very evident as the door slammed wide open

You were expecting Jean with an apologetic smile but instead, you saw a red haired men awkwardly on your doorstep

“ Diluc..!” You almost yell out, shocked but returning back to your state of anger

“ Jean forgot a few things” Diluc choked, stepping in your house without manners

You huff in exhaustion, trailing behind him. Out of all the people he mentioned her. You felt selfish for thinking the way you did. But for some reason you just couldn’t let all your memories be erased

“ is it up here” Diluc interrupted your rushing thoughts

“ what do you think?” You retort, walking behind him as your hands beckoned him into the room

Diluc didn’t reply, seeing the boxes already there for him. Almost like you wanted him out as soon as possible

“ I still have more things to pack” you sigh, looking at the boxes before crouching down to pack up some more

Diluc was hesitant at first but since it was his possession he had to lean down to assist you in packing up his own things

You look hopelessly at the memories you use to share with him, picking up the items that reminded you of him

“ you can keep that” Diluc interrupted your processing

“ I don’t want it.” You stay stubborn, putting the pictures back in the box of his belongings (to Dilucs dismay)

Diluc sighed and continued to discard all the things he had got for you so carelessly

“ I’m leaving” you stand up, fed up with the man’s attitude

You would of left but felt a hand grab your wrist so suddenly, “….look I lied… I need to tell you something” Diluc saw his plans were failing, suddenly blurting words out, making you furious

“ what? First you break up with me for no reason and now you want me to stay?” You say, breaking down after penting up all your emotions

Diluc didn’t murmur anymore words, pulling you into his embrace

“ Diluc. Stop it.” You try to fight back, hands trying to escape from the situation, “ Stop!” You hit his chest, wanting to escape from his grip

“ I’m sorry for making you suffer all those nights, I realised a world without you makes me ache in pain. I came here to set things right…I’m sorry” Diluc said, nothing more, nothing less. Your eyes soften, after so long you felt like crying

“ I hate you” you murmur, eyes tearing on his shoulder

“ I love you” Diluc responded, hands cupping your head

SCARAMOUCHE

His bold persona tells him that he doesn’t need you. But the heart inside him feels betrayed even though he started all this mess. He doesn’t admit it but he loves you so dearly and misses the nights where he isn’t alone

You stayed up for another all nighter, biting on your food anxiously as you worked on uncompleted documents

It was very late by now and your eyes were weary so it was your cue to sleep

With one last exhausted breath, you lazily wrap up everything you had to do, walking to the kitchen of your home

Unbeknownst to you, you heard a door knock. Although it was faint at first, it got louder

You thought it was because of the lack of sleep you were getting but you peeked at the door after more knocking

You were baffled when you saw the person that knocked tiredly on your door

It was late at night so you instantly open the door

“ what are you doing here!?!” You exclaim as the door opened widely

“ it’s been 3 weeks” Scaramouche makes his way in your home, closing the door behind him

“ 3 weeks and..?” You were still in a state of shock, crossing your arms

“ you haven’t visited or…went looking for me” Scaramouche’s voice weakened, his hands leaning on your counter

“ so? You left after you made it clear that we were breaking up” you said, voice trying not to sound hurt despite how it bled to pieces

“ I…I” Scaramouche tried finding the words to tell you, it felt like something was in his throat, preventing him from expressing what he truely felt

“ I didn’t mean it” Scaramouche averted your gaze, your eyes widening at the unexpected response

“ what do you mean” you walked up to Scaramouche after some hesitation

“ it was the heat of the moment…I miss you” Scaramouche held your hands so suddenly

“ Where is all this coming from??!” You shake your head, thinking everything was a dream. Scara being vulnerable to you? What was happening?

“ just…let me sleep with you tonight” Scaramouche dismissed, hands rubbing his neck from the embarrassment

“ I’m sorry” Scaramouche added, making you freeze, not knowing what to do or feel

“ I promise I will be more kinder” Scaramouche hugged you, seeing your hesitation as he whispered those words

“ I like you the way you are” you whispered back, a smile creeping on your face as your hands collide with his neck

Credits : benkeibear for divider

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steinfellds · 2 years ago

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Do a fic with Wednesday coming to terms that she’s liked reader and admitting her feelings to r or else😘😘😘 🤗

Thing's Help = Partner

Pairing: Wednesday x GN!Reader

900 Words

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a/n: here you go you impatient hoe @may-z3

When Wednesday realised she wanted to be around you, talk about you, or really just do anything that involves you. She thought she was going insane.

She tried distancing herself from you, but it’s quite hard to do that when you’re in all her classes and regularly come to her dorm to hang out with Enid.

Not only that, but she also didn’t want to distant herself from you. She always felt a piece of her missing whenever you weren’t around.

It took a very long conversation with Thing for her to understand she had fallen for you. Hard.

“Why would you do that? Thing, I specially told you I didn’t- “

“Wednesday! How are you not ready? I thought you were showing me that monster clue tonight.” You barraged into her dorm room with an upset expression. You were wearing your hunting gear and had a turned-off flashlight in your hand.

Wednesday grabbed her jacket off her bed and slipped it on. She sent Thing a murderous look before walking towards you. “Sorry, we are, but Thing kept me distracted.”

Truth be told, she wasn’t aware of this hunting trip until 3 minutes ago. Thing had slipped a note into your bag, claiming that Wednesday had found a clue as to who the monster may be and needed you to come to look at it tonight.

You walked out into the hallway with a sigh, “Hurry up.”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at Thing, “I’ll kill you when I get back.”

If it was possible for Thing to smile, he’d be grinning from ear to ear right now. “Don’t forget to ask them.” He signed.

Wednesday scoffed and quickly walked out after you, slamming the door shut with so much force it rattled.

“So, where are we actually going? I feel like we’ve been walking in circles for ages now.” You groaned, sitting down on a rotting tree log.

Wednesday bit her lip with a quick sigh. She had no idea how to ask you out. Did you even like her back? You’ve never sent her signs that you do. What happens if you reject her? God, that would be embarrassing.

“Wednesday?” Your voice snapped Wednesday out of her overthinking trance.

“We may be a bit lost. The forest looks different at night-time.” Wednesday quickly lied.

You smiled and stood up from the log, “That’s okay. It means I get to spend more time with you while we keep looking.”

Wednesday’s heart fluttered.

After 20 minutes of listening to you ramble about your new video game, Wednesday finally built up the courage to ask you out. She just wasn’t sure how to word it.

“Y/n.”

“Sorry, was my rambling getting annoying? Sometimes I get carried away.” You apologised, slightly embarrassed.

“It wasn’t but, um. Do you- do you feel a romantic attraction to anybody at the moment?” Wednesday awkwardly stuttered out.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” You were confused as to where Wednesday was going with this.

“Who?”

“You say first.”

Wednesday stopped walking and looked at you. Her eyes were soft and showed vulnerability.

"I have a romantic attraction to you., Y/n." Her eyes were darting around to look at anything but your face, "And I want to be your girlfriend, that's if you feel the same thing about me, of course."

Your eyebrows rose in surprise at Wednesday's confession, "Wait, really? Of course, I want you to be my girlfriend, Wednesday! I've liked you since I first met you."

Wednesday licked her lips and nodded, "Great, so, we're dating now?"

You laughed, "Yes."

A smile spread across Wednesday's lips, "Don't tell Thing though, he set this whole 'hunting session' up so I could ask you out. He'll have such a cocky attitude for days if he finds out we're dating."

"So there isn't any clues?"

"Unfortunately not."

"I knew it! I was so confused when you said you were lost. You never get lost."

"I'm too smart to get lost in the woods at night."

"Oh, far too smart." You sarcastically said with a grin.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at you playfully, "I am far too smart."

You hummed and started to walk up ahead of Wednesday.

"I will, unfortunately, be telling Thing we're dating though." You immediately started to bolt as soon as you finished the sentence, knowing Wednesday would do everything in her power to stop you.

Wednesday was quick to run after you, only a couple of steps behind you. 'Y/n, no!"

"Thing! Thing!" Your doubled-over as you tried to even out your ragged breathing.

Wednesday quickly wrapped her hand over your mouth, "Don't even or I swear I'll leave cockroaches in your bed."

"Thingwe'redatingeachother." Your voice was muffled by Wednesday hand but he was able to deceiver what you were trying to say.

"See, Wednesday. I told you that my idea would work." A mix of proudness and cockiness filled Thing.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the palm of Wednesday's hand, making her immediately let go of you.

"Gross." She muttered, "Now he's not gonna shut up about this for weeks."

You shrugged and flopped down on Wednesday's bed, "Sucks for you."

Wednesday tried to stay annoyed at you but she couldn't. The excitement of her being able to finally call you hers was still strong and she wanted to enjoy these first moments of your romantic relationship with each other happily.

#wednesday #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x gn!reader

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bowandcurtsey · 2 years ago

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Could j please request headcanons of Fuego taking care of his wife s/o the morning after a very rough night and s/o can't walk ;)

If you don't feel comfortable then please just ignore this❤️

Hello! because you left the request on anonymous and I can't verify your age, I'll keep the HCs a little more safe. Do read the rules before requesting guys! it'll give me more range to work on. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

I would have done more for this if requestor verified age!

Character: Fuegoleon Vermillion x f! reader tw: unchecked.

Tons of questions on whether you're okay. This sweet man apologises too.

But he'll never say that he won't do it again.

He'll ask if you liked it and then he's cheeks would get a little flushed.

He carries you to the bathroom and back. Serves you everything on bed.

Asks you to call in sick from work. Well you ARE unfit for work, in a sense.

He usually does this when he doesn't have work the next day so he can take care of you.

Massaging your legs and just getting you whatever you need.

If you're bruised anywhere, he'll take care of the bruises for you by gently rubbing on them.

He says he'll try to be gentler in the future. Key word is Try.

Lots of cuddles in bed and maybe just watching a film or two.

If there's a day he needs to go to work, or got called back, anything that requires him to leave, he'll tell the chamber maids to take care of you, saying that you're "unwell"

One time you had to leave the Fuegoleon residences but you wouldn't walk properly so he bandaged your ankle and carried you outside and let you ride on salamander to do whatever you had to.

then he'll hold you where ever you went and acted like you had sprained your ankle. But he was so cute whenever people asked.

*ahem* "she uh sprained her ankle" *ahem*

He's a terrible liar but yeah he isn't the kind to share about personal-behind-closed-doors stuff. He's a gentleman through and through.

Also once Yami saw you walking like a jellyfish and joked about whether it was because you both had a good time, Fue almost choked on air.

Yami laughed his head off because from your kis he knew the answer, but he's a nice guy so he kept it to himself.

#fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon vermillion hc #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon scenarios #fuegoleon headcanons #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

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strawberrycrushes · 1 year ago

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“A long long time ago,

Inazuma was the land of Youkai. Seldom would any human beings be seen there. Those who would either leave or remain as the exception until their respective and timely demises.

However, as the ages went by and the times changed, so too did the nature of the inhabitants of this land. Slowly but surely, human beings began to populate the lands of Inazuma, paving way for the era that we live in now, where they live alongside the Youkai as but another species subject to the Electro Archon. Of course not all was easy, and there many many Youkai that opposed this change but humanity liv…-”

…

“Hey”

You poked the cheek of your fellow disciple under Kitsune Saiguu, grabbing her attention.

“Hey Miko”

“Hm? What is it?” She asked you, sounding almost bored. Well, extremely bored.

“Kitsune Saiguu might quiz us on this.”

“And?”

“And you should listen to her”

“What is she going to do if I don’t? Tell the Shogun?”

You frowned “She might. You could get in trouble.”

“I don’t really care if I do,” Miko shrugged “It’s not like it’s going to make me any less of the Shogun’s familiar. Besides…what does it matter to you anyway? If I get in trouble I mean. It hardly concerns you”

You kept quiet. It didn’t. Or at least it shouldn’t have.

You fell into a deep silence as the lecture drawled on and eventually, you went back to paying attention to it instead of Miko. You supposed that regardless of whether it did matter or not that Miko got in trouble but you for one didn’t want to disappoint the Head Priestess. You were lucky she didn’t already hear you talking, and it’d be best if you didn’t push that luck too much.

——————————————

The afternoon light fell on Narukami shrine, tunnelling through the various clouds lazily shifting in the sky.

You felt weird shirking your duties to cloud gaze like this but for some reason you had no motivation to work. You were…too preoccupied with your thoughts you supposed. Closing your eyes, you attempted to relax, letting your maddening worries be carried away in the wind. It almost felt peaceful.

“Hey.” You felt someone poke your forehead.

You crack open your eyes, annoyed at the impromptu intrusion. It was Miko. “Are you awake?” She asked.

You sat up and looked at her “No I’m obviously fast asleep, why?” You deadpanned

Miko rolled her eyes “It was just a question. Look, if you’re upset about how I talked to you before, rejoice because I came here to apologise”

“Really?” You raise your brow

“No. I’m kidding.” She went and sat down beside you, “I was just wondering what kind of idiot lies down to daydream during the middle of work. Was the lecture really so boring that you can’t keep your eyes open now?”

“No. The lecture was actually kind of interesting”

Miko shot you a look. “Seriously. What are you what those mortal’s like to call a nerd-”

You elbow her lightly as she laughs “I was just wondering about it okay? I thought it was pretty interesting to think about I guess…”

“Why? Humans are everywhere. If you wanted to find out more about them you could’ve just went down to their villages and asked. Or stopped one on their trip to the shrine”

You stay quiet for a bit. “They didn’t used to be this common though. It made me wonder a bit if there would ever come a day where humans would just run Inazuma instead of Youkai, because of how many of them there’d be. And it also made me wonder if, that day ever were to come, where the Youkai of Inazuma would go. If there would be any of us left, if only barely”

Moment of silence passes between you two. Then another. Then one more.

Then Miko bursts out laughing and your face flushes red in response.

“Are you- are you serious?” She manages to say in between her laughter. “They’re mortals. An Oni could wipe out half a village of them if it wanted to, I think the Youkai are going to be fine”

“It was just a thought” you look away, red in the face, “I was being serious…”

“Oh dear me” Miko clears her throat and tries to calm herself, “Okay, okay. I’ll try to humour you then. If there ever does come a time where none of us Youkai exist anymore-”

“If most of us Youkai didn’t exist anymore” you correct her.

“Right. If most of us didn’t exist anymore. Then…well firstly I’d imagine Inazuma would look a lot different” She says as she gazes out into the horizon, seemingly trying to imagine this hypothetical place “It would be filled with human villages. Dozens of them. There would probably be a capital too, filled to the brim with humans. Kind of like Liyue right? The Electro Archon would still be around I’d imagine but most of her soldiers and servants would be humans instead of Youkai. There would many human festivals and I guess they might even celebrate some of our festivals as well” She went off listing things as her gaze focused on this imaginary city in the horizons. You were listening in whole heartedly, enthralled with her little vision of the “future”. With the way her voice sounded when she said it. With the way her face looked under the golden hues of the afternoon sun.

“That sounds like the stuff of books. You’d be good at writing them. Stories I mean”

Miko looked over at you. “You really think so? Well I can’t say I’ve thought about that before but I suppose I could. Maybe when I’m a bit older though, I could share tales at the next Hyakkiyakou to practice”

You smile but it’s quickly overshadowed by your overwhelming thoughts from before. “What do you think of an Inazuma like that? One that, you know, belongs to humans”

Miko seems to think about it for a while. “I’m not sure if I’d entirely mind it”

“But none of our friends would be here anymore”

“I know, and I’m sure I’d be sad for a while but…eventually I would move on, like anyone does from grief. When that happens, no matter how long it takes, I would love to explore the various corners of this new Inazuma and check it out for myself. I think It’d be nice”

You shift your gaze towards the horizon, trying to imagine the Inazuma she so easily saw. “You know…I might not even be here either”

…

A silence falls upon both of you with Miko looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Fine.” She sighs, getting up. She grabs your hand and begins pulling you somewhere.

“W-where are we going?” You ask her, confused and caught off guard. You however are not given the pleasure of an answer until you stop at the fortune slip shrine.

“Take one.” She says simply, pulling out a fortune slip of her own.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You sigh as you pull out a fortune slip. Before you could open it and see what It says however, it’s swiftly plucked out of your hands by none other than Miko. “Hey! What was that for?” You grumble only for her to hand you her fortune instead.

“Tell you what? Since you were so worried about what fate had in store for the Youkai of Inazuma- and by extension me and yourself- You take my fortune slip and I’ll take yours.”

You look at her, even more confused then before. “How is that supposed to help or even comfort me?”

Miko sighs, “Let me explain. If, in a hundred years or so from now, one of us does actually end up dying, your fate would still live on in my hands, and my fate would still live on in yours. Even if it’s carried away like dust in the wind, a piece of us would still live on in the other.” She finishes, looking over at you to judge your expression. “So? What do you think? Happy now?”

You stare at Miko for a bit, then you burst out laughing. Miko turns red, “Well, if you’re going to make fun of my idea like that then you could just give me back my slip” she says trying to grab the fortune slip from your hands only for you to move it out of reach.

“No no. It’s not that, it’s just…uncharacteristically sweet of you” You smile at her, “I like this part of you. Thank you. I do feel better now”

Miko pauses for a second looking at you. Long enough for you worry if you said anything wrong. Before you could ask though, Miko breaks you out of your thoughts once again,

‘Your welcome” Miko smiles in return, attempting to look nonchalant despite the happiness from your compliment radiating off her. “Now…didn’t you have work to do? I mean, I don’t care if I get in trouble but you…? That could spell bad things for you”

Your eyes widen in panic “Right! Shoot I totally forgot” You turn around and run to go complete your chores around the shrine, stopping only to wave goodbye to Miko.

“I’ll catch you later!” You call out to her

Miko chuckles to herself, waving at you “Sure. Catch you later”

——————————————

That was a tale from a long long time ago. So long ago, in fact, that you didn’t need to use the phrase “a long long time ago” to preface tales about the Youkai.

It was a curious thing for Miko to have been pondering anything so deeply under the light of the afternoon sun, but she found herself consumed by grief. So many things had happened all too soon, and time had not given her the opportunity to digest it all.

Thoughts of it all circled back to you, that day, and the fortune slip in her hands.

She mindlessly moved to open it. It was so old now that she could barely make out the words.

Great Fortune…

———————————

“The moon hangs in the night sky as beautiful and serene as the object of your affections. To whoever draws this slip, you have great fortune ahead of you.

Love will blossom in the most unexpected of places filling your heart with excitement you had not felt before, giving you the motivation to strive forward and achieve that which you want to achieve.

If you wished to get ahead in the romance department— now is your chance.

Your lucky object for the day: Sakura Bloom

Love is as beautiful and fleeting as the petals of the Sakura blossom

As such, it is important seize the moment and enjoy it while it lasts”

———————————

Miko could only stare at the slip in silence. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to throw the slip off the mountain side, but she didn’t.

Was this another one of the universe’s cruel jokes? To give her this slip, a snippet of time from the day you had met. To give her hope that perhaps, you had returned her affections even after you had permanently left this world. She could only scoff, dropping the slip and crushing the old wood carving underneath her feet.

How annoying…she really should stop believing in these things.

#yae miko x reader #genshin x reader #yae miko genshin

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years ago

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Can it please request with the promt: I'll carry you

Reader comes home from work exhausted and tired. When reader sits down on the couch beside Steve, she imadiately falls asleep with her head on his shoulder. When reader wakes up she is to tired to walk to the bedroom so Steve carrys reader.

Thank you 💞

Thank you so much for sending in a prompt! Softie Steve is my absolute fave!

Sleepy Legs - Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: none

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You hated saying you were tired in front of Steve

He saved the world and put his life on the line on a regular basis, you're 9-5 office job did not compare

so no matter how tired you felt you would never admit it

today had been a tough day though

you had back to back meeting that had you wanting to pull your hair out

but still when you got home and Steve asked how you were you said you were good

Steve could tell you were pretty tired so slyly suggested that you got into comfy clothes ready to relax

by the time you sat down next to him on the couch you were almost half asleep

all it took was for Steve to wrap his arm around you, pull you into his side and for you to rest your head on his shoulder for you to fall fast asleep.

you had no clue how long you had been asleep but the sun had completely set by the time you began to wake back up

"Wha- sorry… didn’t mean to fall asleep” you mumble as you run your hand over your face

“Hey its okay you’re clearly very tired, was it a tough day at work?” Steve asks running his fingers up and down your arm.

“Yeah it was…” you start before shaking your head “it was nothing”

“Hey now, im sure its nothing, c’mon talk to me” Steve presses gently

“No Steve its fine, you don’t want to hear about my job problems not when you deal with world ended emergencies” you sigh

Steve frowns “just because you work a civilian job doesn’t mean you’re problems are any less important, is this why you always lie and say you aren’t tired when you clearly are?”

You give him a sheepish sigh “sorry”

“Hey no apologising, just promise me from now on you’ll talk to me” he tells you.

“I will I promise, thank you Stevie” you smile softly, leaning up to kiss him.

“Good, now let’s get you to bed” Steve says standing up from the couch.

“Sounds amazing… but I don’t think i’ve got enough energy to get up from the couch” you say with a weak chuckle.

Steve smiles warmly down at you “don’t worry I’ll carry you” he smiles before easily scooping you into his arms and carrying you to bed

SEND ME SOME BIRTHDAY PROMPTS!

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#niamhwrites #24 is knocking on my door #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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mydarllinglover · 7 months ago

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Stars Collided || Fifteen

The three walked around the place, in silence, hiding in the shadows, as they kept an ear out, for any noise, as they tried to make it out of the place, which they soon came to realise, was a factory.

Anakin led the way, Lovisa clung to the back of his shirt, per his instruction, and Ahsoka held the girls hand.

As they were about to pass a corner, Anakin came to an abrupt halt, causing Lovisa to slam into his back, and Ahsoka into her.

"Ow, Snips, you've trodden on my foot." Lovisa hissed.

"Oh, sorry." Ahsoka apologised, bashfully.

"Shh." Anakin raised his hand at them, as he angled his head, to hear what was going on, in front of them. "Back, go back, this way, they're coming." He shoved the girls, back the way they came, to look for an alternative route.

"They're coming that way, too." Ahsoka panicked.

"Okay." He looked around, as he tried to think. "Okay, this way."

"The Princess is missing!" They heard a shout echo around the walls.

"I want everyone on the look out, you see her companions, you kill them, no harm is to come to her, yet!" A loud crackly voice boomed, before clearing his throat.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka groaned.

"I'm trying!" He growled, as he began trying every door they came across, but none of them were opening.

Eventually one had gave, and recklessly, the trio threw themselves in, shutting the door behind them, as marching footsteps were getting closer.

"For fuck sake!" Lovisa cursed. "WHY IS THERE EVEN A DOOR HERE?"

It had appeared that Anakin had led them into the manufacturing part of the factory, that was active.

"They went in there!" A soldier shouted.

"We can't go back!" Anakin fumed.

"We're going to die." Ahsoka cried.

Lovisa thought about her options, she could either walk back out the door, allow her friends to be killed, and her life bargained with, or she could jump on that conveyor belt and take her chances with the machinery.

She took in a deep breath, before sprinting, flinging her self into the air, capturing the giant hook above her, and using the last bit of momentum to swing herself towards the moving conveyer, rolling on her shoulder before, landing and standing tall, to catch her breath, as she turned around to see what the other two were going to do.

Once again, she had found that she left them speechless.

"Come on, we don't have time for this!" She called over to them.

"Me first, lover boy." Ahsoka pushed Anakin back, as she copied what the princess had done, to be amazed when she survived, instead of plummeting to her death.

Lovisa decided to focus ahead, trusting that Anakin and Ahsoka would be able to handle themselves.

She gathered the fabric of her long skirt, tugging it together before tying it into a knot, just below her hip, to prevent herself from tripping over it, as the conveyor carried her forwards.

"Look out!" Ahsoka shouted.

She looked ahead, as an hot iron press was about to slam down.

She hopped back, before waiting for the opportunity to roll under it.

The door had opened, and so had another, on the other side, guards flung in.

"Cease them!" One shouted, as they ran towards the three.

"Which ones the princess?!" Another called.

"The one about to fall in the vat of molten lava!"

Lovisa ran the opposite way of the conveyer belt, back towards Anakin and Ahsoka, who was getting closer to her, as she tried to escape the next obstacle.

"What are we gonna do?!" Lovisa shouted.

"What can we do?" Ahsoka shrugged, flinging her hands up, panic written all over her face . "We're out of options.”

All of a sudden, the conveyer belt was shut off, and they were brought to a stand still.

They looked over to the door they came in from.

Two stern looking men were stood there.

One had a passive expression on his old face, his hands clasped between his back, as the bigger one, who they could tell had lots of prosthetic parts, had his arms folded across his chest, looking angry.

"We would like to surrender." Anakin told them, his hands out, as if he was making an declamation.

On either side of the boy, Ahsoka and Lovisa side eyed him.

The trio were soon placed in a room, tied to chairs, their backs to each other, forming a circle.

"Great idea, Anakin." Lovisa grumbled bitterly.

"Yeah, one of your best." Ahsoka rolled her eyes.

"What else was I supposed to do? They were going to get us anyway, and I would have preferred to survive it."

The door slammed open, hitting the wall, aggressively, as the large man from earlier, walked in.

"Spare." He greeted the princess.

"It's pronounced Lo- Vee - Sa." Lovisa sighed, at him.

"Unimportant." He waved off. "Much like you."

"So why am I here?"

"Where's your sister?" He asked, crouching down, as he got close to her own face, glaring at her.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Why don't you go look for her, and let me and my friends go."

"Don't lie to me!" He spat.

"I'm not lying!" She lied.

"Yeah, think about it! Your lap dog snatched us up, on the road back from Tatooine, we haven't been at the Palace for days." Ahsoka spoke up.

Lovisa raised a brow at him.

"Quiet servant girl!" The man barked at her.

“Het, don’t talk to her, like that!” Lovisa berated.

"General Grievous, I hope you're not tormenting our guests, too much." The old man, spoke, walking into the room.

"Count Dooku, I was merely looking for answers, but the Princess is still proving to be insufferable."

"Still?" Lovisa screwed her face up, at the man. "Sorry, do I know you?"

"You don't know me?!" General Grievous seethed, as he advanced towards her, but Count Dooku stopped him, with just a hand on his shoulder.

"Should I?" Lovisa asked, leaning back in her chair, her thick curls touching Anakin's and Ahsoka's.

"I served for your father for most of his reign, until you had him fire me! Called me scary looking, put me out of a job." He pointed in her face, with an accusing finger, as his scarred face turned red.

"I don't even remember you."

"I guess you wouldn't, you were only young, perhaps four."

"Wait, hold on." Anakin interrupted. "So you kidnapped us, threw us in a cell, chased after us, all because Lovisa called you scary looking, when she was a mere toddler, and you can understand that she has no idea what you're on about, but yet, you're screaming in her face, and threatening her?"

"Quiet, boy." Grievous stepped towards him.

"General, why don't you go make sure the thing, is nearly ready, and that everything is prepared." Count Dooku told the half man.

He growled, bitterly, to himself, before forcing himself to stand up straight, marching out of the room.

"Princess Lovisa." Count Dooku turned his attention to her, speaking in a gentle and calm voice. "Your friends are going to die, regardless, but we don't have to let you die, as well, I'm willing to return you to your parents, for a trade, if you just tell the truth. You're not the one we want."

Lovisa rolled her eyes, as she looked at the ceiling of the room.

"I don't know where Padme is." She repeated.

"Does it pain you?" He asked. "To constantly live in her shadow, knowing that the only reason you exist, is to be there, to fall into her shoes, you will never get the throne, the respect of your kingdom, your happy ending, nothing."

"I have no desire to rule, I don't care for the crown, so no, I do not envy my sister, I love my sister, very much, and when it is her turn to rule, I will support her, she will make one of the greatest queens we have ever had." Lovisa told him. "You might as well kill me now, I will never betray her, or my family, or even our people."

"I really didn't want to do this, Lovisa, but you have left me no choice, I tried." He said it, as though he actually valued her life.

She spat at him.

He inhaled slowly, as he wiped the spit off of his face.

"Very well." Count Dooku said, in a quiet voice. "Guards, take them to the arena, the show is about to begin."

#anakin fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin x you #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader smut #obi wan and anakin #ahsoka tano

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scrambleofwords · 10 days ago

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The counsellor tells me that I’m still a child.

That children shouldn’t have to protect their parents, that I’m scrambling for the scraps of adulthood they never bothered to baby-proof.

My mother has always bragged that I was eighteen before I even crossed the bridge of the teenage ache. Mature beyond my years, she says, more of an adult than she ever was at my age. For a second, as they laughed and agreed, I almost felt proud. It’s a nice feeling, to be praised for a curse you’re not ripe enough to grasp yet. I was still a child, after all.

So when my counsellor reminds me of my adolescence, tempts me with the promise of submission under a guardians hands, the thought is almost a bitter one, a statement I must defend. I have never felt more young than to be pitied by an old head that didn’t need my shoulders to cry on. I have never felt more young than to be viewed as a child.

Therapy has always been uncomfortable. The room is hot, sticky with the summer air I walked through to get to the doctors surgery where my mother works. My palms were clammy in the waiting room and a man dragging his daughter around by the wrist kept staring at me from the chair opposite. But inside the white office, face to face with a stranger, even through she pointed the AC in my direction after I’d profusely protested I didn’t need it, the thickness of the heat almost felt unravelling.

She asked me if I was nervous, as I stumbled over smalltalk and drifted halfway through rambling, that I was surprising to see, knowing how mature and intelligent I was.

I had never met this woman before in my life, and the only thing she knew about me was the promise of my maturity. The humiliation of acting childish was one I’d forgotten was so brutal.

And she asked me questions, a lot of them, things about myself, about what I was going through, and the sympathy of her gaze made me feel nothing short of pathetic. A pathetic, whining kid, stripped bare, even though I could feel every inch of where my trousers touched my legs, where the sweat was forming on the back of my shirt. But I held myself straight, answered with semi honesty, fiddled with my wooden bracelets and apologised for the grinding of the beads when they got too loud.

And then she told me I was still a child, that it wasn’t healthy to carry an adults emotions in a body not fit, that to protect my parents from myself was to burden me with the restriction of having a hand to hold, and I cracked like one.

All I remember, since I was just a child, was wanting to be held like one. To never be coddled was to grow up praised for strength, but hoping, every time I’d hurt my knee, or feel sick before school, or be crying after an argument, that my mother would give me a hug, talk quietly like I was fragile, feel an adults sympathy, cry a little louder and pray to be noticed, cry a little quieter because nothing was better than being told you’re dramatic, be scolded for being childish. wrap the sheets around me to feel a little hotter and beg that he softly asks if I’m okay, drag myself up and don’t complain so my father won’t roll his eyes and raise his voice.

I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted her to feel the weight of my skin, I wanted her to soothe it all; the summer I survived by a thread at thirteen, the way my chest ached, trembling on the bedroom floor at fourteen, whispering to myself, running my nails along my arm the way my mother used to, the anger I felt for my father, the hole in my ribs as he brushed off my self destruction, the guilt that was bile inducing as my mother scolded me, violently scrubbing sudocreme into the red hot scratches along my wrist before my first day of high school, asking me if I wanted people to think she was an awful mother.

I needed her to play house, I craved to play pretend, to have someone understand, to see the worry cloud her features, for her to pity me in the way I hated, I needed something, anything, I needed to feel so completely, pathetically, vulnerable, childish, lost and incompetent and so blinded with idiocy I needed to be guided to shelter, I needed her to hold my hand.

Instead I stared blankly at the wall, at the floor, at the posters on the board by the door and the peeling paint on the metal radiator as she wrote something down quietly. She tells me she wants to speak with both my mother and I, and my voice is hoarse and quivering, telling her what not to bring up, setting up the barriers of damage control, how not to anger her and how to avoid the inevitable car journey home where she cries I have to reassure and blame anyone but the culprits, just be glad it was her instead of my dad. I prepare to play house, prepare to play pretend, prepare for the next day where we pretend it didn’t even happen at all.

#girlhood #mental health #ocd awareness #childhood poetry #writeblr #writers on tumblr #therapy

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pastanest · 2 years ago

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A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

spoilers: set in season 4

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

What You Deserve

Singing was something you absolutely loved to do, so much so that you often found yourself doing it subconsciously. It wasnt unusual for people to walk over to wherever you were and finding you singing away to yourself. By no means were you the best, but it kept your spirits up, and it made other people happy too. You were quite surprised by the amount of people who would find you singing and would choose to stand and listen rather than interrupt you, they’d simply wait until you noticed their presence. It was a little frightening at first, but the fact you could provide a simple moment of joy to people in the midst of the apocalypse soon helped you grow comfortable with it.

More often than not, you start singing when doing everyday tasks. Admittedly, in the apocalypse “everyday tasks” arent usually the appropriate occasion for singing, so it’s only really when the group have found a place to stay that you’ve fallen back into your old habit. The prison does add a very nice echo to your voice.

You shake Judith’s formula in her bottle idly, standing with your back to the door as you prepared her bottle.

“Friday night and the lights are low, lookin’ out for a place to go.” The lyrics pass your lips at a volume that is by no means obnoxious, you arent really putting any effort in, it’s hardly a performance.

“Where they’ll play the right music, getting in the swing, you come to look for a-“ A sudden clattering against the floor makes you jump, and you turn to face it. Apparently you’d been so lost in your thoughts that you hadnt even heard the door open, because Daryl is standing in the doorway with his arms full, carrying a bag of metallic looking things. The culprit of the noise appeared to be one of the metal things that was now on the floor next to Daryl’s foot.

“Sorry.” He apologises awkwardly as he picks up the piece of pipe that had fallen from his bag. You smile at him.

“No harm done! You need any help?” You ask, gesturing to the bag he’s carrying and knowing there’s probably more where that came from, last time you saw him was the previous day when he’d left for a run.

“Naw, ‘s okay. Thanks though.” Daryl nods at you, adding sincerity to his already heartfelt words, and you nodded back at him. He starts walking towards the cells, but he stops and turns to you just before he reaches the doorway. “Wha’s that you were singin’?”

Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush pink, you hadnt thought that Daryl had been standing there long enough to hear you, let alone that he’d made an effort to listen.

“Uh, Abba.” You tell him, and he nods again.

“Thought so.” He answers, and you cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Is Daryl Dixon an Abba fan? Well, I’ll be!” You tease, and he scoffs at you, a small playful smile on his face as he continues walking towards the cells.

Spinning back around, you pick Judith’s bottle up and head for Beth’s cell, knowing that’s where Judith will most likely be. On your way there, though, an idea pops into your head. An idea so utterly ridiculous, so out of place in the world today...you couldnt possibly resist. As you reach Beth’s cell, a bright smile has overtaken your face.

“What’s got you smilin’ so big?” Beth asks, amusement lacing her words as she rocks Judith.

“I need you and Maggie for a run.” You tell her simply as you pass her Judith’s bottle, and Beth’s eyes widen.

“When? For what?” She questions.

“In a few minutes, and for...something.” The look on your face is mischievous, and Beth cannot possibly argue with you. She sighs.

“I’ll have Carol watch Judith, I’ll go tell Daddy Im gonna be gone.” She says, and you squeal, stepping into her cell to hug her, very gently considering Judith is still in her arms.

When you try to leave the cell block to go and find Maggie, Daryl steps out of his cell and grabs your arm.

“You goin’ out for a run? You want some help?”

His concern for you makes your heart melt, and you choose not to address his eavesdropping because you can see how embarrassed he is about it from the look on his face, he just cares about you.

Shaking your head at him, you give him your warmest smile. “I’ll be back soon, try not to miss me too much, yeah?”

Daryl rolls his eyes and does his playful scoff at that, letting go of your arm and heading back into his cell, making you laugh as you jog out of the cell block.

“You need us both for a run right now?” Maggie asks you, completely perplexed by what you could possibly need.

Glenn stands beside her, frowning in confusion at his wife and her best friend. As if proving your relationship with her on the spot, you give her the eyes, telling her everything she needs to know. Maggie gasps, her hands raising to cover her mouth before she hugs you excitedly.

“Oh gosh, we’ve gotta go! Now!” She exclaims, giving the still confused Glenn a quick kiss before grabbing your hand and sprinting for the car, where Beth is waiting.

The drive to the closest town could not have felt longer, but as soon as you reached it, the three of you leapt from the car and started running to the first clothing store you could find. Noticing a sign on one of the walls, you point to it.

“Summer collection coming soon, so it’s gotta be in the store rooms still!”

Maggie and Beth nod, and the three of you head for the back of the store. After stabbing what looked like the remains of a member of staff in the temple, you were able to make it to the store rooms, and sure enough you found boxes of exactly what you were looking for: dresses. And, even better, ones that hadnt been on display, so they didnt have any blood stains!

Maggie secures the front of the store so that no walkers can sneak up any of you, and once that‘s done, you all pick out any dresses that you like and go to changing rooms to try them on. It was like a post-apocalyptic version of a coming of age movie! While you were there, you confessed your plan to your two best friends, and they both lost their minds. Part of you wanted to keep it a secret, but you had to tell them so that they could give you moral support, and also because they needed to help you pick a dress that was fit for the occasion. And as if the scene wasnt already like a movie, when you walked out in a particular summer dress your two best friends gasped dramatically and nodded, telling you that this was the right one. With that, the three of you piled back into the car with your new dresses. Naturally, you raided some of the other stores while you were there so that you could cover up what you were actually doing, and so the rest of the group didnt think dress shopping was a total waste of gas.

By the time you get back, the sun is setting. Daryl is with Carl at the gate, helping him open it. At the sight of him, you frown. Daryl doesnt have first watch tonight and he isnt talking to anyone in particular, why is he by the gate at all? His reasons are made very clear when you step out of the car and Daryl is running up to you.

“You alright? Anythin’ happen out there?” He asks, and you watch as his eyes check over you for injuries.

You’re somewhat avoiding eye contact because you hadnt been prepared for this immediate confrontation, and also the dresses are in bags in the trunk of the car, so Daryl could very easily find them if he looked.

“Im fine Daryl, really, nothing happened! Only ran into a couple of walkers, but we handled it.” You tell him, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“Good. What’d ya get?” Daryl nods in the direction of the trunk, and you’re about to stop him when you see Beth and Maggie carrying the bags into the cell blocks already. Thank god.

“Oh, nothing really!” You answer Daryl’s question, and he frowns at you, definitely not believing you.

“You had to go out on a run real quick for nothin’?” His tone is a little accusing, it only makes you feel more guilty for not admitting the truth to him, but you cant!

“Yeah..?”

Daryl takes a moment to reply, and when he does it isnt a verbal one. He nods at you, but it isnt the kind, sincere nod he usually gives you. It’s the distant one, the slightly sad one. Before you can say anything else, he’s gone into the prison. He thinks that you’re deliberately not telling him because it isnt his business, and by extension he thinks that he’s been wrong about how close the two of you are and as a consequence he’s accidentally overstepped. You run your hands through your hair and lean against the car. You cant leave him in that state for the night.

After carrying the remaining supplies inside, you dart outside to the field to grab something before heading to Daryl’s cell. Since there’s no door, you have to verbalise.

“Knock knock.” You say quietly, and he doesnt respond, which you expect.

Pushing the curtain back slightly, you step into Daryl’s cell gingerly, to find him sitting on his bunk going through the bag of metal he’d had earlier, which you now recognise to be car parts. He doesnt look up at you as you enter, he’s doing his best to act like he doesnt even know you’re there.

“I cant tell you what I got on the run today, but you will find out soon, I promise. Forgive me?” You ask, holding out the small bunch of flowers you’d just picked for him.

Daryl side-eyes the flowers, then his eyes glance up to meet yours, and his gaze visibly softens.

“Alright, yer forgiven. Aint my business anyway, I should be the one askin’ you to forgive me.” He admits bashfully as he shyly takes the flowers from you and places them on a small cloth on top of a table next to his bunk.

You shake your head and sit down on his bunk beside him. “You know I’d usually tell you, we’re best friends. This time you’ve just gotta hold on a little before knowing. Do you think you can handle that?” You ask as you rest your head on Daryl’s shoulder.

He nods, but doesnt say anything. You can tell that the physical contact has shocked him, it does whenever you have the confidence to give him affection. Still, you dont want to make him uncomfortable, so after a minute or so you rise to your feet.

“Night, Dixon.” You say to him as you look over your shoulder, and he smiles after you.

“Sweet dreams.”

The following morning, you are pacing the length of the cell block while Beth and Maggie try to calm you down.

“You can do this, (Y/N), it’ll be perfect!” Beth encourages.

Maggie nods. “He wont be able to resist!”

You sigh and straighten out your dress as you turn to them. “Do I look okay?”

They both nod viciously and approach you, showering you with compliments. After Daryl wished you sweet dreams last night, you did anything but that. You were tossing and turning with nerves, and this morning you’re a million times worse.

“And Rick definitely knows?” You ask, glancing between Beth and Maggie, who both nod again, and you start taking deep breaths.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got this.” You tell yourself.

“We’ll help you if you get nervous!” Beth says, and Maggie agrees, both of them taking ahold of one of your hands as the three of you head out of the prison.

“DARYL DIXON!” You call.

Daryl’s eyes leave Rick, who had thankfully stuck to the plan and kept Daryl standing with him and talking in the middle of the prison field. When his eyes land on you, even from a distance you see his entire body react to the sight of you. The flowery, flowing summer dress you were wearing that hung off your shoulders was definitely the right plan.

“Yeah?” Daryl calls back, but you’re closer now, so he doesnt need to yell quite like you did.

“I have something to tell you!” You announce.

Daryl glances around as the rest of the group gathers. Oh dear, Rick must’ve passed on the news.

“What?” Daryl asks you.

“I’ve never been much good at talking, so I figured there was another way I could do this.” You clear your throat and straighten your dress again, feeling Maggie and Beth’s comforting presence behind you, as well as Daryl’s eyes burning into you. Here goes.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey.” Your voice is much quieter than it usually is, but this is a proper performance, and you are very nervous.

“Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey...” You start to rapidly lose confidence, but Beth and Maggie lean forward and start the next line with you in support.

“I'd heard about you before.” They let you carry on after that, since you get back on track.

“I wanted to know some more.” Your eyes meet Daryl’s again, and he is beyond flustered. You cant tell if it’s because he knows the song or if it’s because you’re literally serenading him, probably both.

“And now I know what they mean, you're a love machiiiiine, oh, you make me dizzy!” You smile at him, and his cheeks are enflamed, he shuffles from foot to foot and avoids your eyes briefly.

“Honey, honey, let me feel it, aha, honey, honey.” You cover your face with your hands as you sing that line and the group laughs, realising just how sexual that line sounds.

And that isnt the only time the lyrics force you to hide away shyly. Later on in the same verse, your face is covered by your hands again.

“Honey, honey, touch me baby, aha, honey, honey...Honey, honey, hold me baby, aha, honey, honey.” It’s only after this line that you’re able to peak through your fingers at Daryl, who seems to be far more comfortable now that you are the one that’s shy. With that in mind, you drop your hands from your face and beam at him.

“You look like a movie star, but I like just who you are.” You sing, and Daryl’s hands fumble with his jacket.

“And honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast.” You wink at him, causing the group to cheer.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me, aha, honey, honey. Honey, honey, nearly kill me, aha, honey, honey. I'd heard about you before...” The song starts to slow, and you emphasise the words you’re singing by taking equally slow steps towards Daryl as you sing.

“I wanted to know some more, now I'm about to see what you mean to me.” You bite your lip as you look up at him.

“Did I get my point across?” You ask him, sounding way too casual for someone who just serenaded him.

“Uh, yah, I’d say so.” Daryl answers, his voice a little hoarse.

“Good. No hard feelings if you dont feel the same, I’ll give you some time to think, come talk to me later when we dont have an audience!” Without another word, you skip away from him, the group cheering and applauding you as Maggie and Beth pull you into a proud hug, assisting you in walking back to the prison since your legs arent the most stable after that.

By the time Daryl has come to terms with what you did, you’re back in the cell block, up on the second floor rocking Judith. Daryl knows that’s exactly what you’re doing because as soon as he enters the cell block, he can hear you singing again, but much quieter than before. He follows the sound of your voice, and sure enough, you’re smiling down at Judith as you sing to her.

“Chiquitita, you and I cry, but the sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Let me hear you sing once more like you did before, sing a new song, Chiquitita.”

Daryl stands at the foot of the stairs and listens for a little while, letting your voice hypnotise him until the urge to be at your side is too strong to fight. He ascends the staircase quietly, not wanting to make you jump again, but somehow you sense his presence. You turn to smile at him as soon as he’s at the top of the stairs with you.

“Hey.” You greet him softly, rocking the now sleeping Judith as you walk her over to her makeshift cardboard box crib.

“You look real pretty in that dress, y’know.” Daryl says, his voice quiet both out of nervousness and consideration for the little ass kicker who’s snoozing in the corner.

Your smile widens, your cheeks flushing pink as you cast your gaze down, leaning against the wall. “Thank you.”

Daryl cant hold back his curiosity any longer. “Why’d you do it...in front of everyone?”

It takes a second for your confidence to return to you after his compliment, but as soon as it does you meet his eyes again. “If Im willing to literally serenade you, risking humiliating myself when you inevitably reject me, there’s no way you can doubt how I feel about you. I think you deserve to be loved proudly, Daryl, and Im in no way embarrassed or ashamed by my feelings towards you.” You admit, your voice completely even because despite being nervous, you couldnt be more honest in what you’re saying.

Daryl nods slowly, and comfortable silence ensues for a moment, until he speaks up again. “Interestin’ that you got shy singin’ about wantin’ me to touch you, but you could wink at me when callin’ me a ‘beast’.” His boldness truly shocks you, and you struggle to reply for a second.

You blink rapidly. “Well, yeah.”

“Why?” He asks.

“Everyone is fully aware you’re a sexy beast Daryl, I have no reason to get shy over gospel truths.” You explain, and Daryl scoffs. “Are you gonna change the conversation topic again to try and deflect my compliments?” You question, and this time he meets your eyes with a fiery expression.

“Aint used to it is all.” He spits, a little more aggressive than he meant to.

“Im always complimenting you!” You retort.

“Yeah, but ‘s different now, you know that.” He tells you, and you nod.

“The same can be said for your compliments, but I dont deflect them.” You reply, and Daryl shakes his head, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Naw, my compliments have always meant the same.” He admits

“What are you saying, Daryl?” You ask, but he shakes his head again.

“I cant sing, but ‘m no good at talkin’ neither, how am I meant to do this?” Daryl’s visibly struggling, he’s fidgeting with discomfort, wiping his palms on his jeans, and you can see he wants to tell you, but he cant.

You take the few steps necessary to reach him, and you gently hold one of his hands, forcing him to look at you in his shock response to physical affection. Smiling up at him, you give him one simple request.

“Kiss me?”

Daryl’s eyes darken at your words, his gaze darting from your lips to your eyes. He leans in ever so slowly, and when he decides to speak again, he’s so close to you that his lips brush yours as he talks.

“Now, that I can do.”

Daryl kisses you so softly, his hand letting go of yours to move to the small of your back, the other holding the side of your face, cradling you with so much care. He’s holding you like you’re made of glass, or the most precious, delicate gem that he’s so terrified of breaking. He pulls away briefly, the hand that’s holding your face tucks some hair behind your ear.

“You really meant what you said? I mean, sang?” Daryl fumbles, and you nod, grinning up at him.

“Every word, honey.”

This time, you lean up to kiss him, and if everything you’d done today wasnt enough, Daryl’s heart was on the brink of exploding. Here he was, being kissed by his dream girl, the love of his life, after she’d gone out and risked her life to get a pretty dress so that she could sing him an Abba song in the middle of the end of the world. Daryl Dixon may have angel wings on his back most of the time, but the only angel he’d ever known was the one that stole his heart, and he was forever grateful that in return, you gave him yours.

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pappydaddy · 1 year ago

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steve pairing playlist for the-weeping-author

here you go lovely! this is different than the others in a way i can sense but not see, i think something possessed me while i made this so it very much feels like being on a facetime call with me and my squirrel brain, but i hope you like it lovely! @the-weeping-author 💛! thank you so much for all your support!

1. people you know - selena gomez

You and Steve have been friends for a long time. Best friends. You two were basically joined at the hip. Even with him being outgoing and more passive (to a point) while you are a bit more abrasive, never letting people off with their bullshit, you guys stuck together. However, suddenly that all changed. you weren’t really sure when or how it changed, but you do know Tommy H. and Carol were behind it. Then, once Steve started to sniff around Nancy Wheeler, you knew your friend was nothing but a distant memory. Someone you used to know. And sure, it hurts to lose a great friend suddenly, feeling like you were left with your head spinning in a crowded room where people just kept walking by you like you weren’t there, but what makes it worse was that you were in love with steve since you first met him when you moved in next door to him.

2. heather - conan gray

Steve and Nancy were officially dating. Fall of 1983. You were walking into school when you noticed how his eyes trailed her as she walked by in the hall - the small bashful smile she sent his way. The wink he sent her back that made a deep blush overcome her cheeks. You wanted to hate Nancy right then and there, but you really couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Another day, you had settled down outside under a tree, enjoying the nice fall day with some of your other friends, trying to keep your mind off Steve until you see him again in your shared science class next period. You see them walking back into the school, fast food drinks in their free hands, their other hands clasped together. And Steve's red sweater over her blouse. That same red sweater he would loan to you when you would get cold.

3. you belong with me - taylor swift

It’s not best friends to lovers without this iconic best friends to lovers bop. One night, as you’re decorating for halloween, you notice Steve’s BMW pull into his driveway, the dark silhouettes of the couple sitting in it. Looking over, expecting them to get out and go into his place, you can tell they were fighting. It wasn't hard since the car was unable to muffle the sound of bickering - it was only able to make it harder for you to actually understand what they were yelling back and forth. What felt like two minutes of yelling, Steve threw the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway - tires squealing aggressively and the car taking off down the street, his foot heavy on the gas pedal. You watched the car go, tearing down the street until you can’t see it anymore. Then you carry on decorating, your mind heavy as you remembered all the times you’ve been there for steve. all the times you guys made each other laugh when you guys were down. Then, you couldn’t help but realise how painfully clear it was that you guys were meant to be together.

4. someone to stay - vancouver sleep clinic

Okay, we’re going a bit au for this one where after Steve and Nancy have their little breakup, Steve knows nancy takes off with Jonathan meaning he knows there is no apologising so he never goes to the Wheelers and instead, Dustin comes to find him as a last resort meaning he finds steve at your place. Fall 1984. It had been over a year since you had last talked to steve. The wound had slowly started to close, but your lack of closure (and having the last word) was still hindering the healing process. You were at home, recovering from Tina's halloween party last night - you might have gotten a little carried away with the drinking games last night. You were sitting in your room, reading a magazine as you enjoyed the silence of being home alone when there was a sorrowful knock on the door. It was barely heard and that piqued your interest a little more. So, naturally, you had to go see who it was. The second you opened the door, you slammed it again once you saw Steve on the other side. “Come on, please open the door.” Steve begged on the other side. “Why should i steve? It’s not like you cared about talking to me for the past year.” You point out, but your feet stayed on the other side of the door, wanting to keep it closed and wanting to not let him in, but something made you stay. “Please. I-I just need to talk. I need somebody,” his voice nearly broke you. He was so sad and lost. with a sigh, you opened the door again, seeing him there. his brown eyes were dim, his shoulders slumped. He looked alone. and sad. but mostly alone. “Nancy and I broke up last night and she suddenly ran off with Jonathan Byers.” Looking at him, seeing him shaking slightly from the unusually chilly fall day, you could see he just needed someone to stay in his life. Tommy H and Carol dumped him when he wouldn’t blindly follow them; his parents were never around and when they were, they were horrible to him; and now someone he thought he loved just dumped him and took off with another guy. Sighing, you open the door wider, stepping aside to let Steve in. But before he could step into the house, Dustin emerges in such a panic you get roped into going with them, introducing you to the Upside Down.

5. umbrella - rihanna

Romantic tension. Romantic tension. Romantic tension!!! This spans from the events that take place from the moment you end up getting roped into going with Steve and Dustin till the end of the whole Upside Down round two ordeal. Over the course of the first 24 hours, you and Steve had reconciled and reminded each other that you will always be there for each other, reminding you both of the promises you made when you were younger - even sealing it with a pinky promise with intense eye contact (you know the eye contact, that eye contact that will make me fold in .2 seconds). Anyway, I visualise in my little pea brain that you get really scared when you see these demo dogs because you have no idea what the hell they are and you actually didn’t think they would show up. And Steve jumps out to fight this thing to protect you and the kids, you wouldn’t let him go alone so you’re out there with him because you guys took an oath and you’re sticking out till the end (which could have very well been that night since you both were literally putting your lives in immediate danger). Then, you guys meet up with Nancy and Jonathan at the lab and you reach out to hold Steve’s hand in an effort to offer him comfort since his wound is still very much open from where she hurt him. AND THE EYE CONTACT! Lord, I am folding just thinking about it. You couldn’t cut this romantic tension with a freshly sharpened axe if you tried. And, basically, this whole time, it’s basically just you and Steve placing yourselves into dangerous situations to protect one another while skirting around your feelings for each other. Basically, you both love each other, but Steve literally just got out of a relationship (like it’s 48 hours and all of this has happened) so you’re both too scared to admit to each other (and to yourselves). And of course Billy shows up and you all know I am a slut for Steve defending his people when it comes to Billy. And of course, never one to back down, you get into the situation and end up laid out next to Steve making the kids haul both of you into the car. AND when Steve wakes up, you’re already kinda awake and HE SAYS YOUR NAME INSTEAD OF NANCY’S and then he realises that Mike is not you and he freaks the fuck out until he sees you crammed into the seat next to him.

6. a year without rain - selena gomez and the scene

Okay, now that all of that is all said and done, you guys are all back to living your lives with another war against interdimensional creatures behind you. You knew your life was hell without Steve, but now that he’s back as a constant and is the old Steve again (just more improved), you realise how bad it was. It was like living in the desert after a year without rain - torture. And now that he’s back, it’s like a flood of relief.

7. take what you want - one ok rock feat. 5 seconds of summer

Even though Steve is back, it’s not 100% perfect and that’s okay. You guys need to learn to be friends again with how much you guys have grown in the year gap. Steve hadn’t realised how much had changed for you with your mom falling ill and stuff. So he’s there for you anyway he can. He’s helping you out and stuff. And on the flip side, you’re there for him helping him with his hurt from Nancy. But, you guys are also trying to let each other know about your feelings discreetly, but also, in your mission to prove that you guys are there for each other, you are both becoming a little overbearing which sparks fights. And you guys almost have another friend break-up. You guys are just missing signals left, right, and centre. It’s a big mess and you guys have a big fight one night while it was pouring down rain in the spring. You end up telling him to go away with tears streaming down your face because it was all too much and you were too consumed with emotions and stress and you were tired of him not listening. And Steve leaves. He does it because he once again wasn’t listening to the cues and the signals you were giving out. And you’re both hurt because Steve was trying to tell you things as well. He is also tired of you not catching his signs and he was still scared from Nancy telling him to get out. So you guys are just not hearing each other.

8. i like me better - lauv

A week after your blow up fight, you guys are both not talking, but THE LOOKS THROWN ACROSS ROOMS AND THE HALLWAY THAT YOU BOTH MISS! Ugh, one of my fav tropes! I love thinking about the little things that are missed. This is the part of the miscommunication trope that makes the frustrations worth it (the blow up fight, the longing, and those scenes that make butterflies go insane in your stomach). And it’s the middle of the night on a random day. You both can’t sleep. Moonlight is streaming into your windows and it’s a perfect parallel to one another (love parallels). And it hits both of you at the same time that you like yourselves better when you are with each other. So Steve takes off out of the house at the same time you are taking off out of your house and you meet in the middle of your houses and confess this realisation to one another and you make up! But feelings are not confessed. Buuuttttt- You guys both lunch for each other and you’re thrown into this heated, hot, steamy, PG-15 kiss that should be pay-per-view and hidden behind a parental lock. And you both end up in Steve’s bed for the rest of the night and well into the morning hours.

9. dress - taylor swift

The signals are still getting missed, but neither of you really care - too consumed with the thought of each other. It’s hot, it’s raunchy. It’s euphoric. You are now pulling out all the stops. Dresses that are only bought to be ripped off. The small touches, the burning looks across the room, the whispered words. You are working overtime to get these hints across that you don’t want to be just best friends or friends with benefits, but poor Stevie-boy is fairly dense in the talking stage (let’s be real here, he does not pick up on hints well).

10. friends - chase atlantic

The signals are still not getting through. It’s been all spring and all summer - not even being trapped in the underground russian lab and kidnapped by russians could get you guys to confess your feelings. But, what did come from summer was the new found friendship between you two and Robin. And Robin is tired of hearing about your supposedly unrequited feelings. So she launches a plan. Since you are in the same year as Robin which means you are still in school, she enacts her little plan with the help of the abundance of teenage house parties and the unruliness of teen boys. She draws it up all neatly by arranging for Steve to pick you guys up from the party at midnight. She insists that you need to look hot so she takes advantage of Steve working a night shift to help you get ready away from him. You keep trying on outfit after outfit until Robin finally deems one “hot enough that Steve will be drooling all over himself when he finally picks us up” as she put it. Now, here comes the part of the plan that you were not informed off - the jealousy phase. Robin truly is a genius mastermind, because the way this plan is flawlessly executed, she times everything right. Around eleven, she managed to get you to drink enough that you are feeling good and confident and that she could convince you to carry on a conversation with guys but not tipsy enough that you are falling over yourself or confrontational. A little after that, she “accidentally” makes you stumble into someone. That someone being the captain of the football team. You end up striking up a conversation because Robin just so happened to reveal a common interest between you and him. And from there, one common interest turned into ten. Then, soon enough, it’s midnight and you have no clue because you are having fun with your new friend. And Robin rushes out to the car, claiming to not know where you were - throwing Steve into a wild panic. He’s flinging his door open and rushing into the party, fully intent on finding you because he is imagining the worst case scenario. He’s asking Robin why she left you alone, fretting. His hand is continuously combing through his hair. Then he sees you. And he is thrown into a jealous rage now. He’s asking you what you were doing with him and you’re sticking up for yourself, saying that he’s (football captain) just a friend and he (Steve) can’t be jealous because he’s not her boyfriend (something Robin had expertly planted in her ear a few hours prior). And he’s saying that you guys are definitely not just friends.

11. i’m yours - isabel larosa

This is just such a hot song. I love this song so much. This is definitely you showing Steve you are his after Robin’s masterplan somewhat backfired on her (you and Steve ended up forgetting her at the party for this hot steamy moment to ensue).

12. electric touch - taylor swift

This is your first actual date. It’s November, a winter chill is now in the air. You are sitting anxiously in your living room, waiting for Steve’s headlights to be spotted. He was coming to get you after his shift at Family Video. You guys are both super nervous even though you know you guys are fine. You’ve both been hurt and now you guys are slapping a heavy label on your relationship. Nerves are hanging above the both of you like clouds. You guys know that there are only two ways for this to go. It can either bring you guys back to life or wreck you horribly. When you finally see his headlights approaching, you get up and start fussing. Checking your outfit, your hair, and your makeup. You’re shaking so much that your legs feel like they are going to give out on you, but you manage to make it to the door, waiting for Steve’s knock so you don’t appear too excited. When the knock does sound on the door, scaring you slightly, you open it. The second your eyes meet Steve’s it’s like all the nerves and anxieties went away and a smile consumes both of your faces. Then, Steve extends his hand out for you to take and you reach out for him, fingers intertwining. And in that instant, you feared that all the power in Hawkins would go out because of the amount of electricity between the two of you - like a solar flare. Gone was the bitterness of the November weather because all you could feel was the warmth of Steve’s electric touch surrounding you, lighting up your heart.

13. good old-fashioned lover boy - queen

Steve is a lover-boy. He is pulling out all the stops on your first date. Candle-lit picnic (he picked up fast food on his way to your place) at the quarry. He’s in his best sweater, he freshened up his cologne so he’s smelling nice and everytime he leans closer to you, you catch a whiff - hypnotising you slightly because he smells so good (you lovelies get it). He’s giving you the sweater off his back when you shiver. Let’s just say, you are completely under the spell of Steve “lover-boy” Harrington.

14. red desert - 5 seconds of summer

Okay, so this is taking place in season 4, when the scenes that brought stancy (ugh) back. You are noticing this and you are getting paranoid because your boyfriend for like four months is suddenly (seemingly) sniffing around his ex-girlfriend who broke his heart again (this is the demons you guys are running from). And Steve notices your shift in behaviour so he reassures you (the: “blessing to feel your love” and “pack up all your bags and stay true to north - you’re the only one I’d do this for” parts).

15. don’t blame me - taylor swift

This is when Steve decided to show up (for you) by diving into the lake. You’re a nervous wreck until he resurfaces and starts telling you about the gate. Then, he starts to get yanked under again and your heart is basically jumping out of your throat in fear. You are grabbing his arm and then he gets yanked fully under. As everyone is screaming, you’re screaming the loudest, but you also just automatically jump right in after him, causing everyone else to start freaking out even more because now there are two of you in the water with whatever took Steve.

16. separate ways (worlds apart) - journey

I had to include this one because this is 100% my favourite song that they included in season 4. This is literally just spanning from when the song starts in the season to the final battle. It’s just you and Steve being badass as you once again save Hawkins. But, much like in the show, it’s more than just being badass. It’s representing the fact that you guys are not coming back from this the same and you all are battling the same thing on different levels and you all feel worlds apart.

17. fast car - luke combs

Love this version because I love Luke Combs - still like the original tho. Anyway, this is after Vecna. You guys are seeing the devastation this encounter has caused, but you guys have also been changed. Steve gets back and sees his parents true colours even more and realises he deserves better. You guys are noticing that Hawkins is too small for you guys and you launch a plan to get out of town whenever you guys get a chance, but you guys are very much aware that even the best laid plans don’t always work out (don’t worry, you guys will stay together, we’re ignoring that part of the song).

18. line without a hook - ricky montgomery

Prom. This is the whole ‘girl walking down the staircase in her dress and stuff and her date is at the bottom staring stunned at her’ scene. And this is when Steve truly understands that you are the one for him and he suddenly just apologised for the shit he had put you through before you guys got together because “I am nothing without you” (as he said).

19. all the girls you’ve loved before - taylor swift

This is kind of your version of 18. You tell him you forgive him because that was just a phase you guys needed to go through to bring you together in this way and you’re thankful for it as well as every girl that came before you - no matter how jealous you might be thinking about it. And you tell him you’re also thankful for all the times you were hurt by other partners because they shaped you into who he loves.

20. 18 - one direction

This is the song you Steve makes you guys dance to. At this point, you guys are old (this song came out in like 2014 and stranger things is set in the 80s so. But this shows you guys still love each other so much. You’re married and you have started your lives - however that looks, but you still love each other just as much (if not more) as you loved each other when you were 18. Whenever you’re sad or when you guys have had a fight, Steve puts this song on and forces you to dance, chasing anything bad away from the two of you. Even when you aren’t sad or fighting, he still turns this song on and dances with you to it.

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years ago

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Fuyuhiko And Nagito Witn An S/O Who Uses Dark Humour

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu X Reader Nagito Kamoeda

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello again, Do you mind if i request headcanon Nagito and Fuyuhiko from Danganronpa with s/o who is play joke (sometime it is dark humors) anytime to hide her true feeling because she don't want everyone to worry about her?

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Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

🐉 When he first met you the humor annoyed him, he honestly just found it an inconvenience to an investigation or discussion that happened around you. 🐉 He’d often tell you to stop talking or that listening to what you said would be a waste of time. 🐉 There have been a few times that he promised to carry out whatever you had joked about but that only seemed to make it worse. 🐉 When you got to know each other better and he was more receptive to having friends he worried more, he kept a better eye on you and noting whenever you disappeared so that he could go looking for you. 🐉 However he started actually asking you if you were okay when you started dating, he worried far more after you became official but you looked at him like he was confused. 🐉 With your lighter jokes, he’ll often just roll his eyes as you laugh loudly, holding your stomach and struggling to stand. 🐉 He preferred these jokes but they were never easy to clean up and while he might laugh at something you do sometimes he’ll make sure that you're the one that cleans it up and also makes you apologise if the victim of the prank didn’t find it funny. 🐉 He was very aware of you so he made sure that you were somewhere he could see you so he’d never become the victim of one of your plans. 🐉 He often became the victim of a specific prank, one where you didn’t answer the door straight away, he almost always worried that something had happened to you and almost broke the door down but you’d always open the door smiling wide and skipping past him like nothing happened. 🐉 “Will you stop that!?” “Where’s the fun in that?”

Nagito Komaeda

🍀 Nagito thought of you a lot after your first meeting, you were the only person that he seemed to understand given his own true feelings. 🍀 His coping mechanism was a little more tiring than yours and he found himself leaning on your own tricks to get himself through the day as well. 🍀 Nagito never directly involved himself unless he was the victim but you very rarely targeted him for whatever reason. 🍀 He never scolded you or asked you if you were okay because he could often tell what was going on with you, just by looking at you. 🍀 He was basically just a bystander before you started dating. 🍀 When you started dating Nagito would take most of the heat off of you and redirect it to himself a lot of the time not that anyone ever understood that, eventually it became fair knowledge that if Nagito claimed to have done it then you were probably the real culprit. 🍀 It didn’t take long for him to start joining you in your little jokes, it was one of the only times that he’d really smile, mostly because he could see a true smile on your face at his participation. 🍀 People were wary of being around you when you were together because you were always planning something and you were both very good at keeping secrets when you wanted to. 🍀 You could both go back and forth with dark humour if the time called for it with everyone around you wishing that you’d both shut up because they’ve never been more worried about either of you in their lives. 🍀 “What are you planning, little clover?” “Just a little prank, do you want to join me?”

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umbralsound-xiv · 2 years ago

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I... I did only as i was told. When the fighting broke out, and she bid me take her mother and leave, i...

I... Did not want to leave her. But she was not alone. She...

She will be okay.

She will.

Eir Fellfrost kept his quiet as he followed inwards; the door unlocked and scarcely a word exchanged between them during the entire maddened dash throughout the city; this instance much less joyous than the last he had done so. His heart raced in his chest as he slipped indoors, shifting anxiously from one foot to the other, attention split betwen peering back to the door, and back to the woman whom he'd carried here, nervously.

Yasu Seki was quick to shut the door once the two had passed through, shock and worry resting on her features in a soft frown. Despite being in the confines of her own home, the Midlander seemed to be quite.. uncomfortable. Her gaze wandered to Eir and settled atop him, seemingly not all too certain what to do, or say - yet she manages a weak, forced smile his way.

Eir Fellfrost knits his brow at the look, a similar expression on his own features. He takes a breath, and glances away, words wavering on his lips that he does not immediately speak. Worry clearly plagued his features, instead focusing on the woodgrain of the floor rather than present company.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I am ... Sorry."

Yasu Seki lingered in a short pause of her own, before she slowly shook her head and allowed the smile to fade, her arms reaching up to fold in front of her chest. “.. I heard that.. She asked it of you. You have naught to apologise for.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...It was against your will." Eir speaks, only briefly meeting the gaze to stare at the door again, ears slowly tilting back. "...She will be fine..." His words trail, a statement, or an attempt to convince; and then, who? Himself, or Yasu? A wavering breath is given from his lips. "...She will."

Yasu Seki: "Against my will, yet for my safety.. And likely, yours too." Her hands gripped at the sleeves of her kimono a little tighter. ".. I have no doubt she will be. And it eases my heart slightly that.. she's not alone." Her frown deepened. ".. Kami knows I'd rather they came with us." Yasu's own gaze drifted, settling atop the cupboard to her left for a moment before returning to Eir. ".. So. You.. are a friend of hers, then?" She asked carefully, attempting to induce smalltalk in hope to ease the worry they both hold.

...I could hardly lie to her, but it seemed a difficult subject to broach in her absence. I...

...I have never met the parents of someone i love. I do not even remember my own parents... How...

...

I remember being a parent. But...

...I should just be honest.

Eir Fellfrost sighs quietly. She was right, most likely, offering a small nod in confirmation to her words. "...I am little good in a fight. She will be fine." He repeats, again, a little more confident now. Finally having the bravery to look to the woman a little longer, her question is answered with a flicker of a smile, even if the tension in the room grew heavy. "She... She is..." Words trail again, simmering in silence. "...We are together."

Yasu Seki: "I can't say I know much of how she is nowadays in terms of fighting.. I have a hard time imagining that she ceased such, however." She paused once more, her head tilting. ".. Together." She repeated, her brows raising in a rather sudden surprise - a smile soon taking to her lips. "I see.. How.. long? Have you two been seeing each other?" Despite her surprise, she doesn't seem disapproving.

Eir Fellfrost: "She continues unto this sun. Part of her employment, amongst other things... I would not wish to be her enemy." Yasu's expression as she echoed his word causes his brow to knit, swallowing a small lump in his throat. "...A little more than half a cycle." Lips that anxiously pull into a line dare a smile. "She... She is important to me."

...I could not simply leave it as that. No. I... I must tell the whole truth.

Eir Fellfrost: "..."

Eir Fellfrost: "I... I love her dearly."

Yasu Seki's brows furrowed with a slight bit more worry. "Fighting employment wise, too..? Oh dear.." She sighed softly, shaking her head. Her smile turned a little more pained, yet did not fade. "I see.- It warms my heart to hear that. Part of me worried that.. she may not seek out such a thing again." Her arms sank down from their folded position, resting at her sides instead. "To know she has someone who loves her.. is a comfort."

Eir Fellfrost dips his head again with a short nod, a little more at ease for the conversation, even as he still rocked on his heels. He paces back and forth a little, between responses. "She is... So strong. Brave. In all senses." Eir speaks quietly, and as calm as he could with the waver in his tone; opting to stop his feet in such a way the door was in better view. "She has many who care for for her, beyond even myself. Just as she cares for them. It is why she fights." His gaze settles on Yasu for just a little longer, then. "...You look just the way she drew you."

Yasu Seki: “She is.. Although she never quite accepted such words when she was younger.. Has that.. changed?” Yasu glances at the door a touch anxiously, before opting to step side from it in case it was about to be burst open. “Like.. the friend she mentioned..? That shares her gift?” A small smile lingered. “Fighting.. To protect, then?” Eir’s last sentence seems to take her aback for a moment, eyes widening a little. “.. She.. drew me?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...She is more accepting of it some suns than others. Her confidence in herself wavers. But it is there... I have seen it." He shares her glance, a frown remaining on his lips as he fought his thoughts from drifting. "...Like the friend she mentioned. They train together. She is well cared for. She fights only to protect, these suns. Her actions are well meaning." His silver gaze settles on her face, as he gives another quiet nod. "...She did. She does so on occasion in the quieter moments."

Eir Fellfrost: "She drew the people most important to her. You... Were, of course, one of them."

Yasu Seki: “.. Improved, then. Not.. completely changed, but improved.” A soft sigh leaves her, more of relief than anything else. “I.. am glad. She felt like an outsider a lot when she was young, with her powers.. And being the only Miqo’te around us. I’m glad she has someone who can help her with her ice.” She smiled softly. “.. She was ever fiercely protective of those she held close. It may of been a number she could count on one hand back then, but she’d do anything to keep them safe and happy.” A short silence lingered, one hand slowly rising to settle above her own heart. “.. She has kept us on her mind, then.” She uttered softly.

Eir Fellfrost: "...She is different in ways, and not so much in others, it would seem, for all the time that has passed." The smile is returned to listen to how Sayuri once was, speaking softly in response. "...You have never been far from her thoughts. I have heard many tales of her youth... And all of them spoken with a smile, when it came to you."

Yasu Seki smiles weakly at you.

Yasu Seki: ".. This.. may be a strange question, or.. it won't be. But.." She paused. ".. How is her.. appetite?" She fidgeted with her hands a touch, yet managed a new smile at his words. ".. I'm glad. We.. separated in a less than pleasant way.. To know she's alive and that her life had continued.. it brings me joy."

Eir Fellfrost sighs quietly, a defeated expression taking his features. "...It is not a strange question in the context of Sayuri, no... Her appetite is poor, even on her best suns. But i am trying, always." Another pause; though more was clearly behind his silence. "...She has continued despite every obstacle... I am sure she will tell you..." His gaze traces to the door, feet anxiously shifting once again. "...When she returns."

Yasu Seki frowned weakly, her head lowering slightly as a faint sigh left her. ".. I had hoped such had changed, hence my hesitation with the question.. I'm nonetheless greatful that you try to help improve it." She managed a small smile. ".. If she's willing to speak of it." Yasu's gaze shifted to the door, resting upon it.

...They were not my tales to tell. Not my words to speak. I could but tell her mother than she had indeed continued to live, but not the ferocity of the life she had to endure.

...But i would be there for her when she was told, if she had need of me.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I can but keep trying. I try to ensure she eats at least a little of something each sun. Meals shared are often... The easiest way, if not always successful." He takes a deep breath to steady himself, a step forth... Which halts, again. "...How long have we been back? Surely... Surely they should not be so much longer behind us, yes...?"

...I was beginning to grow worried... It...

It should not take her so long for a single person? Unless... Unless there were reinforcements, or... Or something happened?

...Should i go back?

Yasu Seki: ".. That's good." Her attention returned to Eir. ".. It depends on how much of a fight Takeo intended to start.. and how badly Sayuri seeks to continue it.. and whether or not the Sekiseigumi get involved.." She frowned anew, her fingers fidgeting. ".. She was not much for backing down in her younger suns.. but I pray Masashi can make her, if needed."

Eir Fellfrost: "...He said... That he was going to hurt you. Sayuri had only newly learned that you yet lived. Had she not known..." Eir dismisses the thought, quietly shaking his head. "...In the time i have known her, she has never backed from a fight. Even... Even when i..." Another trail of words, into the quiet; he hadn't quite wanted to bring that up. He silently regards the door, another half-step towards it.

Yasu Seki: ".. Kami." Yasu sighed, head hanging. ".. I knew his brother was rotten, but he? I expected better." She frowned. ".. When you..?" A pause. ".. They will be okay. They may very well be on their way back, right now." She tried to reassure him, offering a pained smile.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Even when i told her to run. She did not. I... I tried to carry her." He does not elaborate further, descending to an anxious silence that sees him swallow the dry lump that had clambered into the pit of his throat. "I... I hope so. That man has no kindness for her. I just fear for how much malice..."

Yasu Seki: ".. Getting her to run away from a situation.. is no easy feat." Yasu's head lowered, guilt locking itself onto her features for a moment before she looks up to force a small. "I don't.. fully understand why he despises her so, but.. I have not been in her life for some cycles, now.. There's plenty I don't know about her, I'd imagine."

Eir Fellfrost: "Much too i may also not know. Life has... Been unkind to her, in the few cycles she has lived. But we do all we can to change this." He offers a comforting smile himself, which melts into worry. He rocks on his heels, tension taking his form... Eir looks about ready to bolt for the door.

...I cannot just leave her out there. She... But... Her Mother. What if someone comes looking?

...I have to go back after her! What if she is hurt? What...

...What if she needs me?

Yasu Seki: "It has.. I'm glad we managed to give her some joy, even if.. it ended so brutally. But now she has you, and her friends.." Her tone softened, her own gaze lowering to the floorboards... until the door rattles faintly, as if tested whether or not it is locked - making Yasu's gaze snap over to it.

Eir Fellfrost: "She does... And the knowledge that her beloved mother yet lives. She---" Eir's voice cuts out at the sound of the door, breath held. His hands settle, raised an ilm over his chakrams, poised to run.

The door cracks open into a tiny slit - the first thing noticable being a faint, creeping cold that begins to make an appearance, before the door opens further to reveal Sayuri and Masashi. While the latter appears unharmed, other than a gash in one of his sleeves and a torn off piece of fabric from it, Sayuri's bare, painted arm has the missing piece of cloth from Masashi's sleeve wrapped around her bicep, slightly blood stained. Other than that, she seems fine. A quick entry is made, before the door shuts and locks.

Eir Fellfrost stares at the opening of the door. Ears slowly tilt back... Before the familiar cold makes its presence known, a heavy sigh of relief given as she pulled into view. "...Sayuri..." He breathes, though concern still knit his brow. He fights the want to extend his arms, to pull her into an embrace, limbs only making it halfway up before hesitation sets in.

...She is safe. She... She is here. I had almost forgotten that feeling of waiting. But the relief... She...

...I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and hold her, but...

...I did not want to... Impose. I do not know these people...

Sayuri Aoki saved no moment to immediately step through the house and up to Eir, her arms rising to seek his frame out, despite the small injury on her right bicep.

Masashi Seki, on the other hand, steps up to Yasu who crumbled with relief, his own arms locking around the woman in a firm hug while the two opted to glance Eir and Sayuri’s way, for the time being.

Eir Fellfrost smooths a hand through her hair, holding her close. The wound had not escaped his notice, but it did not diminish his embrace, only saw him move it to where she would not be harmed by him. "...Are you okay...?" He asks, tone soft and full of worry as he looked down towards her.

Sayuri Aoki offered a reassuring smile Eir's way, letting her head tip into his palm. "It's just a small cut, I'm fine.. Are you?" She raised a hand up towards his cheek, seeking to cup it lightly as she gazed up at him.

...I have seen her return with worse. She will be well. She will. She is here, and safe.

...She is here. I... I do not have to worry so much, now.

Masashi Seki furrowed a brow at the sight, yet let his attention return to Yasu as the woman gently tapped his hand. No need to get protective just yet.

Eir Fellfrost: "I am far better now that you are returned, and... Reasonably unharmed..." His relief danced through every word, even as his concerned gaze moved to the wound, hand gently tracing over it. "...A-and him?" He asks, looking to her, and then to Yasu and Masashi... The latter he catches the furrowed brow of, shrinking an ilm or so into his shoulders.

Sayuri Aoki grimaced slightly at the touch, yet she didn’t move away or flinch. “... He fled like the coward he is the moment the Sekiseigumi made an appearance.” She mumbled, clearly not the happiest about the said fact. “.. Not wholly unscathed, but not wounded enough to be able to go whine to them that a Miqo’te smacked him.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...Scathed enough to leave you alone. Scathed enough to have learned his lesson, i hope." He moves his hand back up to settle on her shoulder, thumb idly tracing over one of the many scars. He takes a deeper breath as though he was to speak further, looking to her gaze, and then back up to the other pair in the room, opting to hold his tongue and keep his quiet, some unease in his stature.

Sayuri Aoki: “.. If he’s equally enough of a fuckwit as his brother, I wouldn’t count on it..” Sayuri mumbled, barely managing to finish her sentence before a loud clearing of someone’s throat emit that made her ears pin back.

Masashi Seki cleared his throat, loudly. “-Sayuri-.” He scolded. “Do not use such language in front of your mother.”

Eir Fellfrost widens his eyes at the reprimand. He keeps his quiet further, releasing his grasp to something a little lighter to allow her to move more freely.

Yasu Seki gave a weak yet amused smile, clearly not having been particularly intent on scolding her, herself.

Sayuri Aoki turned very slightly, squinting at Masashi while keeping her arms around Eir. “... I’ll swear however much I goddamn please.” She huffed, offering a childish pout his way– Before pausing. And staring. Judging.

Masashi Seki huffed, and stared back.. Arm still around Yasu.

Eir Fellfrost knows better than to say anything in the moment. He simply keeps to his quiet comfort, looking anxiously between Sayuri and Yasu, and half avoiding Masashi's gaze altogether.

...I kept my quiet. This was not my conversation unless i was bid to speak.

...I did not wish to make things any more complicated...

Yasu Seki gently tapped Masashi’s arm. “.. Easy, love.. She’s a grown woman, now.” She smiled up at him.

Masashi Seki lofted a brow, and peered down at Yasu.. then back to Sayuri. “.. Mhm? Still seems like the same wee shite she was when I first started training her.” Finally, a smirk cracks across his lips.

Sayuri Aoki‘s lips draw into a thin line. She stares at Yasu, then Masashi.. Then Eir. Then back to Masashi. “-- -First of all-.” She raises a hand, pointing it in his direction. “I’m a ‘wee shite’ with an axe, now. So eat shit.” She huffed at him, yet the lack of an increased cold told the tale of that.. She isn’t really upset. “Secondly.. The fuck you mean, ‘love’?”

Eir Fellfrost simply makes a face. It's half a stifled laugh, half shy unease, and somewhere between it, he opts to slowly stand behind Sayuri, slowly rubbing at her shoulder with his thumb, still.

Masashi Seki paused. “.. We can talk about that later. I’d like to know who your friend is.” His gaze lifted towards Eir, seemingly not quite ready to have the conversation that Sayuri was pressing for.

Sayuri Aoki stared in return, squinting at him, and then Yasu.

Eir Fellfrost takes a shallow breath... And doesn't continue. His gaze continues to avert, hiding by Sayuri's remaining unscathed ear.

Sayuri Aoki -stares-.

Masashi Seki stares back.

Yasu Seki, however, sighs, shaking her head slightly. “.. For your question, little lily.. We are wed.” She gently grasps at Masashi’s hand. “As for yours.. He is her partner.”

Sayuri Aoki makes a straight face.

Eir Fellfrost simply and quietly takes Sayuri's hand, squeezing it out of comfort. He eyes Masashi with worry, awaiting his judgement...

Sayuri Aoki‘s hand locks around Eir’s. Rather than Masashi’s judgement being heard, Sayuri speaks first. “.. You -married- my mother?!” Her ears pin back and a sharp stare is locked upon Masashi. “... But- you-.. W-..” She fumbles with her words, clearly unable to properly figure out what she wants said.

Masashi Seki raised a hand up to his neck, rubbing at it awkwardly.

Yasu Seki smiled weakly. “.. We did marry, yes.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...If a new love is found, it does not mean the one that came before meant any less..." His words were a soft, almost whispered attempt at comfort, a small press of his lips to the crown of her hair.

Sayuri Aoki‘s ears drooped, a small huff leaving her as she fidgeted on the spot but nevertheless leaned herself back against Eir. “.. I know, but.. it’s.. -weird-.” She complained, squinting at Masashi. “.. You were like-.. my uncle..” She grumbles.

Yasu Seki met Sayuri with a soft smile. “.. I can imagine it’s.. strange, to simply accept. We are happy, we are in love. Kazan, Kami rest his soul, would’ve wanted such for us.”

Masashi Seki softened, much more than he had the entire night. “.. I’m not expecting you to immediately take to me the same way you did him, just.. Don’t write me off completely just yet, hm?” He gave a weak smile.

Eir Fellfrost remains where he is; hidden half behind Sayuri. Only two silver eyes peered over her pale hair, as his free arm curls forth to bring her into a one-armed embrace.

...I did not know what to do. What to say...? This... This was immeasurably awkward, but nothing i could have ever hoped to run from. So i held onto her. For comfort. Hers. Mine.

Sayuri Aoki grumbled grumpily.. Unable to be upset at the situation - well aware that Masashi is, in fact, a decent man.

Masashi Seki merely gave a smile, before his gaze lift up to Eir once more - features still softened. “.. So. Sayuri’s better half, hm?” He teased slightly. “What’s your name?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...Hardly better." Eir quipped quietly, raising his head a little to at least greet the man without obscuring his features. "...Eir." He nods. That was enough... Right? His hand squeezes Sayuri's for comfort. His own, this time.

Masashi Seki gave a short chuckle at the quip, nodding. “Fair, fair. Eir. Pleased to meet you, I am Masashi. As you have gathered from the situation.. Sayuri’s stepfather.” He eyed the pair curiously. “How did you two meet?”

Sayuri Aoki -stares- with a pout.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I joined the company at which she worked. She... Befriended me. By force." Finally, Eir's expression shifts into a smile. "...We only grew closer from there."

Masashi Seki: “Company, hm? What do you do?” Masashi lofted a brow with interest. “.. A-ha. That’s how she gained her first friend, but they were the one who forced friendship on her, instead.” He gave an amused smirk, casting a glance Sayuri’s way before returning to Eir.

Sayuri Aoki remains quiet, pouting at Masashi.

Eir Fellfrost: "...I remember this tale." Eir muses quietly, offering a more gentle smile in Sayuri's direction. "...A mercenary company of sorts. I... Simply run messages and make the occasional delivery. I am a dancer by trade."

Sayuri Aoki's pout turned towards Eir instead, yet shifted into a smile as she leaned herself back against him a little further. ".. Meanwhile I work on the frontlines. Fighting."

Masashi Seki nods slowly, eyeing the two. “.. Explains why you are notably more scarred than last we saw you, Sayuri. I do hope you’re -careful-.” He spent a prolonged moment observing the Seeker, before looking up to Eir. “A dancer? You don’t happen to be the Viera that danced at the Mujikoza some suns ago, hm?”

Eir Fellfrost: "...I was." Eir confirms. His response is a little more prideful, even if he still speaks softly. "It was only by chance, but an opportunity i would not turn down. The kindness shown to me here in the East has been nigh unparalleled."

Masashi Seki: “Well.. One can hardly say this is the wrong cycle of a Viera to visit..” Masashi paused, before a shit eating grin settled on his lips as he glanced at Sayuri. “.. You took your celebrations of the new cycle to a whole new level, hm?”

Sayuri Aoki paused, and sent Masashi a death glare. “... Shut up.” A frown that only made Masashi grin more widely settled upon her features.

You smirk confidently at Sayuri Aoki.

Eir Fellfrost: "...Much to the disappointment of many others, i can assure you. I have enjoyed the perks of my appearence whilst i can."

Sayuri Aoki squinted at Eir, and raised a finger to point at him threateningly, and wordlessly, before her attention returns forwards.

Yasu Seki merely shakes her head with an amused smile.

Masashi Seki kept his widened grin, clearly much more at ease now than he was before. “There’s always going to be someone who gets unhappy, but it is rarely anyone who matters. Life doesn’t give many moments to indulge in certain things, but you have certainly been given a prolonged moment by being a Viera in the East at this time.”

Eir Fellfrost stares at the fingertip, and promptly keeps his quiet. He looks to Sayuri with a knit brow in apology, and back to Masashi. "...I intend to enjoy my time here to the fullest. Moreso for her presence."

Sayuri Aoki‘s ears drooped, her head moving back to gently boop against his chest, features softening as she realised she had come across a little harsher than intended.

Masashi Seki gave a firm nod. “That, there, is a good plan. Judging by Sayuri mentioning a friend in Eorzea earlier.. I assume that is where you live and work?”

Eir Fellfrost gives Sayuri's hand a little squeeze. "It is. Eorzea is reasonably new in places to me, but i have found it pleasant, for the most part. As for her friends, she is... Likely able to tell you far better than i."

Sayuri Aoki returned a soft squeeze, shifting her fingers slightly as she sought to interlace them with his. ".. The said friend I mentioned is my Field Commander, too. There are others, but I am without a doubt closer with her." She gave a small smile. ".. Eitherway, yes. We.. live there.. We spoke of visiting together, and.. Now we're here."

Yasu Seki’s smile faded slightly. “And you are.. due to return, then..”

Masashi Seki gave Yasu a squeeze, and lofted a brow. “I hope you do not intend to leave without leaving us a means to keep contact with you.”

Eir Fellfrost: "...We will return to the West soon enough, yes. But... There is nothing to stop letters from being exchanged... Or even future visits, yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I wouldn't mind exchanging letters.. Or coming back to visit.." She paused. ".. It'd be nice."

Yasu Seki smiled, and nodded.

Masashi Seki tilted his head. "Well, you better! We have plenty of cycles to catch up on."

Eir Fellfrost: "It would... Aether-related nausea notwithstanding... But it would be worth it to see them, yes?"

Sayuri Aoki: ".. I'd suffer the nausea for it."

Eir Fellfrost: "...As would i, if..." He hesitates, if only for a moment. "...If you wished me with you."

Sayuri Aoki: "..-If-? Of course I would."

Sayuri Aoki gave a small pout.

Eir Fellfrost murmurs quietly, glancing sidelong and away. "I... Did not wish to intrude..."

Sayuri Aoki slooowly turns over to face Eir, leaning over as she sought to bump against him. ".. I want you to come with me."

Eir Fellfrost: "Then... I will be here. With you." A hesitant glance to the other eyes in the room, he looks back to her as he squeezes her hand. "...Always."

Sayuri Aoki smiles, squeezing his hand. ".. Good."

Yasu and Masashi merely smiled at the scene, content to linger in silence.

Eir Fellfrost smiles faintly, nodding once. "...I do not know what our plans are for the sun. Whether it is safe to return, or not. But..." He glances upwards. "...I wager there is much to speak of. Much to catch up on. I... Would offer to cook, if i have permission to do so, if only to allow you to catch up on your many missed moons apart."

Sayuri Aoki nodded gently. “Remaining might.. Be for the best.. For now.” She murmured. “.. I would like to catch up, too.”

Yasu Seki beamed a smile and nodded. “If you wish to stay, we have a guest room you can use. And if you’d like to cook, feel free to do so. If you need any help, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

Eir Fellfrost settles a kiss to Sayuri's forehead, releasing her and looking to Yasu. "Thank you... I may need help finding things, but else i should be well. I hope you do not mind Thavnairian cuisine...?" Eir asked idly, before slipping into the kitchen to get his bearings.

I opted to cook, to give them time to speak, time to process... And to ease my nerves. I am unfamiliar with the kitchen, but it will serve as a pleasant distraction. In any case, all seems to be going well between them, despite some awkwardness. They are happy. They are safe.

...I hope... That i am enough, for her.

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