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mrdixon · 10 months

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pairing: daryl dixon x gn!reader

wc: 4.9k ...

warnings: insecurity, slight swearing pshhh

summary: after a moment of jealousy, you start to doubt yourself.

A/N: i honestly didnt mean to write this so long and i hope its not so boring................ my requests are always open if you wanna read something specific ;) ★

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You’ve been dating Daryl since the prison so you know how he isn’t overly affectionate which you’re alright with, you understand that that’s just how he is. Plus it’s not like he isn’t ever affectionate with you, there’s a few kisses here and there, a few longing glances.

Recently though, Daryl has been working a lot so you two barely have any time for each other. Not that it’s a problem he’s working, you’re glad he’s working hard everyday to keep you and everyone safe. The only thing that’s driving you crazy is how often he works with this one girl, Mimi. You’re not blind to the fact that Daryl was in fact very popular, with the ladies specifically. You first noticed it in the prison. And you were okay with it… for the most part.

You weren’t surprised when Mimi first approached him on a run, noticing the way she looked at him. You once looked at him like that when you first met him. You thought nothing of it at first because you tried to make yourself very much known as Daryl’s partner, but it didn’t stop Mimi from trying to pursue him. You were jealous. Jealous of the fact that this girl was spending more time with your boyfriend than you yourself, but you couldn’t do anything. You didn’t do many supply runs, she did. So it was natural for Daryl and her to end up on the same run all the time. You couldn’t even tell Daryl not to spend so much time with her because what would that make you? Insecure? Controlling? Jealous? You didn’t want to admit it. You couldn’t.

So for weeks you watched as they got closer, noticing the way she stood so close to him. Helping him wipe grime off his face the way you did back at the prison, brushing her shoulder against his as they walked. You noticed every little thing from where you were watching them in the comfort of your shared home with Daryl.

When she was walking him home to you, you couldn’t help but watch them again. You noticed how pretty she was, and of course she was. You couldn’t but admire her long glowy hair, it looked so soft. You tucked your hair behind your ear, noticing how dull it looked and how rough it felt from it being used to being caked in dirt. She probably never had that problem having lived in Alexandria during the whole apocalypse. You noticed how soft her features were, never once having a scratch or scar unlike you. Despite being on runs all the time she still glowed in the sun, even with dirt or walker blood on her she never once looked disgusting. Her pretty smile turning heads everywhere she walked. What if Daryl was to fall for her? Be wooed by her beauty and wonderful personality? Or better yet, what if he already had?

Before the two even reached the front door you were already outside, smiling slightly as Daryl’s gaze fell on you, his eyes brightening a little. “Hey (Y/N).” He nodded to you while Mimi walked up beside him, her shoulder flush against his as she gave you her signature smile. You swallowed, smiling back.

“You hungry? I cooked up some of that alphabet soup you brought home the other day.” You said to Daryl, staring down at your feet.

“Nah, jus’ ate some of Mimi’s apple pie.” He drawled. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you nodded, walking back towards the house.

“Okaaay… well I’ll just eat the rest then.” You muttered before disappearing into the house, plopping down onto your seat at the table. Taking his share of the soup you looked outside, Daryl and Mimi were still talking. You sighed, trying to hear their conversation but it was way too soft and quiet. Your finger found its way to your mouth, nibbling it gently. You wondered what could they possibly be talking about? Daryl barely talks usually so how is he being so talkative with her? You sighed, shaking your head to rid your thoughts as you ate the soup. You looked back over at them, frowning as you watched her put her hand on his shoulder, running it down his arm and discreetly checking out his muscles. You groaned, not being able to take anymore of the scene. Standing up you went to put the soup away before going upstairs and into your shared room.

You walked into your room, sitting on your bed and grabbing your notebook. You started absentmindedly doodling shapes into the pages, your thoughts moving back to Daryl and Mimi and you couldn’t shake the feeling of jealousy coursing through your body. You tried so hard to shove those dumb feelings down but a tear slipped down your cheek. Wiping it angrily you couldn’t help but think. Why was he more talkative with her? What if he was gonna leave you for her? Or even worse, what if he had already cheated? A few more tears slipped down your cheeks but you frustratingly wiped them away, standing up towards the mirror placed towards your side of the bed.

Sighing, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair on the shorter side, unlike Mimi’s. Didn’t Daryl like long hair? You ran your fingers through your hair, getting caught in tangles here and there which made you more frustrated than you already were and biting your finger. You bet she didn’t have a problem with tangled hair, or the fact that her hair still looked good even in a world where you had to get dirty to live.

Your eyes stared back at you in the mirror, dull and empty, full of those sickening memories you had to endured over the past few months. Mimi’s definitely weren’t like that, her eyes shined. Hell they probably glowed when the sun hit them. She was beautiful, in every way. Why is Daryl even with me? You thought helplessly.

You continued to stare at yourself, mentally nitpicking yourself and your flaws. Not noticing Daryl was standing at the door.

He watched you through the mirror, his heart swelling at the sight of you. You were so beautiful, but he noticed how miserable you looked. He knew something was bothering you so he entered the room quietly, standing beside you. “Hey,” he said softly. A frown on his face as he noticed your teary eyes, “everythin’ okay?”

You looked up at him after wiping your eyes quickly, flashing him a half-smile. “Yeah I’m fine,” you responded quietly, your voice slightly shaky. He kept frowning when you avoided his gaze.

He took notice of how your voice shook, your eyes slightly red. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” He whispered, placing a hand on your chin and tilting your face up so you would look at him.

“Nothing,” you murmured, looking away. Your eyes caught yourself in the mirror again, quickly averting your gaze.

“Sweetheart,” he frowned, trying to get your attention. “There’s somethin’ bothering ya, isn’t there?” You couldn’t help but notice how gentle he sounded, how soft he was being with you. “C’mon, you can tell me,” he urged.

You gave another half-smile, shaking your head. “No, no it’s nothing.”

“Hun, look at me. You know you can tell me anythin’,” he softly spoke. His hand caressed your cheek gently, carefully. His blue eyes stared at you intently and you got lost in his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath and looking away.

“Please,” he whispered. “Tell me what’s goin’ on.” His voice was so gentle yet it left you with a sharp pang in your heart.

You shook your head once again, closing your eyes. You didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want him to see you so weak. So vulnerable.

“It’s nothing Daryl, I’m just tired.” You moved away.

“Well I don’t believe ya,” he said quietly, following you. “I know ya more than enough to know somethin’ is wrong.” You could hear him sigh at your silence, his hands placing themselves on your waist. “Why don’ we take a bath?” He offered, smiling playfully at you, “ya can rest against me in the hot bath.” His eyes pleaded as if telling her, ”Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

You pushed away again, shaking your head. “It’s fine, I promise.” You dismissed him.

“(Y/N), please,” he urged. “Yer clearly not fine and I’m worried about you.” He nibbled on his lip, stepping in your way to try and get you to listen.

You shook your head, making your way towards the closet. “Go take a bath yourself.”

Daryl watched helplessly as you walked away from him, finding his own way into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He felt upset and frustrated, mostly with himself with how he couldn’t think of words to try and convince you to talk. He wanted to walk right out and try to make her open up, but he knew that would only make things worse.

He sighed as he slowly undressed for a shower, his mind racing with possibilities of what could be bothering her. He only wished for her to trust him enough to tell him what was wrong.

Daryl finished his very much needed shower, feeling more relaxed as he walked back into their room. His eyes trailed over your sleeping figure, your back to him. He smiled softly as he watched you from behind, your body rising and falling with every soft breath you took. His smile quickly dropped when he looked up at the mirror in front of you, covered with a blanket.

He frowned to himself, placing his towel down and moving towards the mirror. He turned back to you, your eyes closed. They were avoiding looking at themselves earlier… He thought before turning back to the blanket covered mirror, slowly lifting the blanket off and taking in his reflection. He looked tired, but he got distracted by the beauty sleeping in his bed behind him. You face soft and relaxed, unlike earlier when it was strained with an emotion that he couldn’t quite pick out. You always looked beautiful to him, he loved everything about you. The scars on your face and body only showing how brave you were, how hard you fought to keep yourself alive through this whole apocalypse. The way your lips were parted, letting out soft breaths of air. Those same lips are the ones that kissed over his skin in the morning, the ones he loved to kiss with every emotion he could muster up.

He walked over to his side of the bed, carefully climbing under the covers to not wake you. He draped an arm over your waist. He looked at the mirror in front of you, noticing your eyes were open and you sighed. Turning over to face him, your eyes closed and acting like you were asleep.

He frowned at your stubbornness, you were a strong person. He knew that, but there was something clearly bothering you, something you wouldn’t speak out loud. He had never seen you like this before, he didn’t know what to do.

He looked down at your “sleeping” face, trailing down your body. You looked beautiful, always, even in your sleep. Your hair spread out around you and your face was lit up by the light of the moon, highlighting the small features only he knew of. He sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he caressed your cheek softly.

“Daryl?” You whispered, your eyes still shut as you grabbed his hand.

His heart skipped a beat hearing you whisper his name in that soft voice he loved to hear. “What’s wrong?” He whispered back, looking over your face and admiring the way the moonlight fell across your face.

You turned your head back towards the mirror, quickly looking away once you saw yourself. “Why’d you take the blanket off?”

He watched you shyly look away from your reflection, his brows furrowing in confusion on why you didn’t want to see yourself. It wasn’t like you and it worried him.

“I wanted to see you,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently. His voice was soft, looking you over again with all the love he gathered up for you over your time being together.

“You can see me like this… Why did you have to take the blanket off?” You whispered back meekly.

“Because I wanted to,” he sighed, “I wanted to see all of ya. Front and back.” He simply replied, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. “Look at me.” He said softly, but firm.

He gently took your face in his hand, making you look into his eyes. He wanted to take care of you, reassure you that everything would be alright, that everything is alright.

Your eyes looked back at him, a sort of sadness in them as they went glossy with an ocean of blue emotions. He noticed. He didn’t understand why you were so upset, he knew you to be the strongest and most independent person he knew. Yet here you were, laying in his arms looking as fragile as a piece of glass.

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” he gently urged you. He just wanted to see you smile, to see you happy, and the fact that he couldn’t was eating him up inside. He knew something was bothering you, but you wouldn’t tell him what it was. You felt his arms tighten around you, bringing you closer, it was all he ever wanted everyday. To feel you beside him at every second of every day.

You sighed softly, biting your tongue to stop yourself from speaking. Your eyes darted around the room nervously, looking at anything but him. He dragged you to look towards him once again, nodding softly to you. “Daryl… what if you don’t find me attractive anymore?” Your voice was barely over a whisper.

“What do ya mean?” he asked quietly, his tone slightly confused. “I love you, of course I find ya attractive.” His grip tightened on you.

You just sighed, averting your gaze from his eyes. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I mean it.” He said firmly while pushing your hair back gently, leaning forward and pressing his face into your neck. His lips lightly grazing over your jaw and neck, his stubble tickling you slightly while he breathed deeply. Your scent making his head spin, kissing your neck gently before pulling back to look in your eyes. “(Y/N), I love you. I always will, and I’ll always find you attractive.”

His words were soft but firm, and true. There was no doubt in the back of his mind about anything he was saying, he meant every word he said to you.

“But Mimi—” You bit your lip and watched as Daryl realized what this whole thing was about.

He took a deep breath, “Mimi.” He repeated, sighing gently as he understood what this was all about. “(Y/N)… She’s not here, she’s not… you. You’ll always been the one that I want. Always.” His hands trailed up your arms and onto your face, cupping your cheeks as he looked deeply into your eyes, desperately trying to make you hear him.

You could only look up at him, your lip quivering. “She’s beautiful Dar…”

“(Y/N)…” Daryl whispered, kissing you softly on the lips. His hands rubbed circles onto your back, kissing any exposed skin he could find, starting at your temple. “I love you, I want you… only you.”

You pushed him away before he kissed your lips once again, shying away. His face flickered with slight confusion, “Hun.” He whispered, taking your hands in his and kissing every knuckle. “Why can’t you see yourself like I do?” His tone was questioning, not quite grasping the idea of your insecurities.

“Can’t you see?” You whispered sadly, refusing to turn around and see yourself in the mirror. Daryl sighed once again, pulling you towards him and into his chest, caressing the back of your head with his thumb.

“Look at me, please.” There was concern in his voice as he spoke. He couldn’t bear to see you in pain like this, he wanted you back the way you used to be, he wanted you happy. His hand on your head moved down slowly to the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

You sighed shakily, tears pooling into your eyes. “Mimi… she’s perfect for you. She’s your type while I’m the complete opposite….. I’m not enough for you.” Your voice cracked, sniffling.

Daryl felt his heart break hearing you speak. He didn’t want to seem upset, not when you were already in tears. He had to be strong for the both of you, but it was so hard seeing the love of his life break down in tears because they saw themselves less than.

“You know that’s not true… I don’ have a stupid type, not that I want jus’ anyone.” He whispered, scratching your scalp comfortingly, “I want you, my angel. My beautiful angel.” His words were a soft whisper, filled with the utmost admiration he had for you and kissed you softly. “I want only you. Not Mimi, not some other person. You. You’re perfect for me.”

You cried, shaking your head as you just couldn’t accept the words he was saying to you. You only thought of her and how beautiful she was, how she was the angel, not you. You hated crying, especially in front of him. “I’m so… so ugly Daryl you don’t understand.”

He shook his head firmly, “no. We both know that isn’t true. Listen to me, you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever known.” His voice was pained, hating to see you in this way. He hoped he sounded sincere enough, not wanting you to suffer anymore. “Hey. Yer beautiful. You. Not Mimi, she’s not here, she doesn’ exist to me like that. You do, right in front of me, gorgeous as ever. Your hair, your eyes… I love everything about you. You’re my everything y’know that?”

“Mimi…” you whispered, thinking of all the times she’s made him laugh. Why didn’t he laugh that much around me? Why doesn’t he smile that often? Despite everything she’s made you feel you just can’t bring yourself to hate her, she really was perfect. She wasn’t mean, condescending, she was… better.

“(Y/N) stop it.” He begged desperately, his heart sinking while he watched you spiral. “Why are you still thinkin’ about her? Yer more important to me than her, in every way. Yer not jus’ beautiful, yer the most kind, funny, and intelligent person I know. Hell, you’ve saved my ass so many times just by yer quick thinking. I think about ya all the time, and I hate to admit but I find myself getting distracted by the thought of ya when I’m out, I smile because of you. Yer special, and you should know that, (Y/N).” He pulled you close, trying to make his voice as comforting as he can.

“What if you fall out of love? What if your eyes land on someone better, someone prettier?” You sighed exasperatedly, you didn’t know who you were trying to convince at this point. You were probably annoying him, something Mimi probably never did.

But he remained patient, rubbing your back. “Stop. I will never love anyone else but you. If someone prettier was righ’ here and I could be with ‘em, I’d still choose ya. Every single time, because there’s no one better, or prettier than you. You’ll always be that person for me, every time. Yer my everythin’. Don’ let anyone try an’ tell ya otherwise, no one in this world will ever be better than ya. Yer my only love, the only person I want, forever.” He whispered, cradling you in his arms as he rocked you back and forth slowly, kissing the top of your head.

Hot tears streamed down your face while looking up at him. He frowned, wiping your tears away while looking directly into your eyes. There was a love in his eyes that only you could see and feel, something no one else could see from him.

He held you close for a few minutes, cradling your face and caressing your hair gently, working through the knots like it was his favourite thing to do.

“(Y/N), I want you to believe me when I say yer perfect. I don’ care if ya think Mimi is the prettiest person in the world, I believe in my gut that that title falls to you. Yer everything I could ever ask for and always will be.” He proclaimed softly, kissing your hair and leaving his lips there for a few moments.

“Dar…” You whispered, crying into his chest as he finally got to you. Soaking up every emotion he expressed to you, the words sinking into your brain.

“It’s okay, I got ya.. ‘m righ’ here…” He whispered, shushing you gently while rocking you. Daryl kissed the top of your head, continuing to shush you. He’d never seen you this broken before and it killed him, he hoped he would never have to see you like this again, he only wanted to see joy emitting from you from now on. “I know ‘m not the best comforter but ‘m here, and ‘m not leavin’.”

“I’m sorry…” Your voice cracked, sounding fragile as you hid your face in his chest. He sighed, shaking his head and placing his chin on your head.

Daryl thought about how hard you were being on yourself, and how sad he was to witness this happen. “There’s no need to be sorry. Ya don’ have to put yerself down, or compare yourself to anyone. You’re you, (Y/N). I love you and that’s all that matters to me.” His tone was affectionate, coming straight from his heart. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe and loved.

You cried again, still doubting yourself in the back of your mind as he kissed your forehead.

“Ya know yer more than enough for me, I love you and nothing is gonna change that. There’s no one in this world that comes anywhere close to how amazing ya are.” His voice was firm, taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers with his, “yer just perfect. Perfect.” If he could he would move mountains to make you believe him. You were his entire world, his entire will to live and he wanted you to know that.

Your entire body shuddered while you placed your head on the pillow beneath you, breathing shakily with tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. He placed a hand on your cheek, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he opened his mouth to speak again,

“Tell me the truth. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt that I love ya? Have I made it seem like this relationship meant nothing to me?” His voice was shaky, hoping he didn’t cause all this.

“Have I ever made you feel unloved?” His voice cracked slightly, eyes watering and his heart aching when he looked down at you. He wanted to fix this, he wanted to make you feel better again. He ran his fingers through your hair again, hoping to soothe you into feeling happier. The last thing he wanted was for you to cry again.

You thought about his questions for a moment. Thinking back to all those times you met up with him while Mimi was present. You never noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw you, how he smiled more with you around, and how he could be more open with you around. He was never looking at Mimi, in fact when they were alone all he could think of was you. He never cared for her like that, all he could do was notice you when you were around. He noticed the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it got in your face, he noticed the way you bit your finger whenever you got frustrated, he noticed the way your eyes twinkled when you watched him from afar. When Mimi walked by everyone's head turned to watch her, not Daryl's. No his head turned to watch you. Your smile was the best thing he saw, not hers. His heart swelled with love at the sight of your smile, wanting to do his best to preserve it. The best part of his day was coming home to you, not being with Mimi. Even in the past whenever other people would try and flirt with him, he would only look for you. He did everything for you, caring for you, providing for you, loving you.

He always had his eye on you, even when you thought Mimi was perfect. It was always you, it’s always been you. You were too caught up in watching Mimi that you never noticed him and the way he looked at you. He saw you.

He placed his hand on the small of your back, gliding it up gently to your chin and tilting your face up at him. Your silence tore at his heart in ways he never knew it could. He just wanted you to feel loved by him and the silence scared him, thinking it confirmed his worst fears.

“Have I ever made you feel loved..?” His voice quivered, hoping that wasn’t the case. His eyes were wet and desperate.

“Of course you did… I just.” You looked down again, your voice betraying you in the moment. Silently crying.

“There has never been a time where I doubted this relationship. You love me and I love you, there is no one I’d rather be with. My relationship with ya is like my lifeline and it would kill me to fuck this up, I hope ya know yer my world and ya always will be.” Daryl’s eyes were sad and his voice was choked up. He grabbed your waist to bring you closer, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Yer the love of my life. I want you and only you. I could never love anyone else,” he sighed shakily as he pulled you into his chest. His tone was full of love and so soft and sweet, he wanted you to know he wasn’t mad. He just wanted you to know you meant the world to him.

You choked up again, wrapping your arms around his neck and softly sobbing into him. He immediately reciprocated the hug, the warmness of your body bringing comfort to him. He could only hope his did the same for you. What could I have done to hurt them like this? He wondered hopelessly.

“Baby,” he caressed your hair, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I love ya, I love you so much hun. You’ll always be the love of my life, in every universe I’ll be there for ya.” His anxiety flared up when you pulled back again, looking into his eyes.

“Let me look at you when you say that,” you whispered softly.

He smiled, his voice as gentle as it could be. Filled with love, with affection and with everything else that she taught him in these last few months. You really did mean everything to him and he needed you to know that, every word he said and thought was true.

”I love you,” he whispered. “You make me feel loved, like no one else… and y’know every time I see ya, my heart jumps out of my chest and I have to mentally prepare myself in case ya can hear my heart beating too loud.” He chuckled quietly, placing a kiss on your nose. “I love you, (Y/N). Always.”

You smiled softly, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss. Daryl was filled with joy, the sweetest tooth-rotting kind. Your lips meeting his in a long tender kiss, feeling his heart and soul stir as his arms wrapped around you tight. He pulled you closer, deepening the kiss and running his fingers through your hair comfortingly.

Once you pulled away you chuckled under your breath, sniffling before nestling your face into the crook of his neck. Your soft breathing tickling his skin, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed contently and pulled you closer in a tight, warm embrace. You could feel him shake his head, kissing your forehead gently, not saying another word. That kiss told you everything you needed to know, even without words. He never wanted you to doubt his love for you, ever. He would spend his whole life trying to convince you if he had to. He always wanted you to be certain that you were the only one for him. Because that’s how he truly felt. You were his entire world.

He held you the entire night, in his arms. Whispering sweet nothing into your ear as he caressed your hair, coaxing you to sleep. Occasionally kissing your head. His touch was tender, gentle, and loving. He wanted to make you feel safe and most importantly, loved. You were the most special person to him. He slowly rocked you in his arms, humming softly until you finally drifted off to sleep, he wanted to be the only one to comfort you.

He loved you with all his heart and he would do absolutely anything for you.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Carpe Noctem 23

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You set out your ingredients, trying to strategize what to do first. You have ideas, lots of ideas, and that sort of anxious motivation that keeps you from sitting still. Maybe it’s a need for distraction from the sudden swerve your life has taken, or your incessant urge to do everything for everyone, or maybe it’s just easier to lie when you look busy.

You don’t owe Lloyd the truth. The more you think about it, you barely really know him. And he said it himself, it’s just sex. Good sex. The best sex you’ve had, not that you have much to compare it to. So fuck your feelings, as he’d so eloquently proclaim.

Scones first. You’ve settled on a white chocolate and cranberry, but think that might be better kept until the festive season. You’re still in the throes of fall so the pumpkin walnut squares will like be the bigger hit. Oh, and the maple croissants. If you have time, you might experiment with some apple caramel creation too.

You prop your phone against the wall at the back of the counter. You put your music on a low din, keeping a base recipe open as you begin your first bowl of batter. The flour puffs out of the bake and dusts your shirt. Too late to remember the apron.

You add the rest of the dry ingredients and carefully stir. You bought a whole set of mixing bowls after you noticed Lloyd’s lack of essentials. You’ll see if you can expense that out with the ingredients. Your surprise might not go over well for your wallet.

You add the butter and carefully mix it in until crumbly. You put that in the fridge and start on the wet ingredients, humming as you focus on the little tasks. It’s easier than thinking of anything else.

Your fatigue nips at your eyelids. It’s been a long day and with all this ahead of you, it’ll be a longer night. You yawn and flick your wrist, whisking the cream and eggs diligently. You feel something tickle up your back before two hands settle on your hips.

You lurch in fright and still the whisk as Lloyd leans into you, peeking over your head. He drones and rubs his crotch against your ass. He clicks his tongue as he brings his hands up to fondle your chest.

“You’re making another mess,” he says as he flicks the bag of sugar, “Really living up to the whole sugar tits thing.”

“Oh, I’ll clean it up,” you try to ignore how he kneads your tits.

“Hope this isn’t all for me,” he growls.

“Actually, no,” your pulse piques as you summon your preconceived lie, “it’s for the kids. At the daycare. Just doing something nice.”

“Mmm, you’re so nice, Mimi,” he lilts his tone mockingly, “you wanna be nice to me, mommy?”

“Lloyd,” you push your elbow back into his side, “please. Later.”

He exhales, ot breath fanning over your scalp. He bends to nuzzle your head, gritting in his throat. “I’m not asking.”

You stiffen and grip the whisk, putting it back into motion.

“I’ll be done in a bit, I really can’t let this rest–”

“Something’s up. You’re not telling me something…” he brings his hand back to your waist.

“I’m baking. What would I lie about?”

“Come on,” he grinds into you, “you know our deal.”

“It can’t wait?” You clang the whisk off the side of the bowl.

“No,” he says firmly. “I’m tired of waiting and lately, you’ve been making me do a lot of that.”

He pulls you back and you let go of the whisk as it clinks against the metal. He leads you back as you latch onto his wrists, trying not to lose your balance. He spins you to face the island and crushes you against it.

“Lloyd,” you squeeze his forearms, “you’re being… pushy. Please, let me at least put everything away–”

“No,” he snarls and twists free of your grasp.

He grabs your wrists and brings your hands up to the marble countertop. He presses your palms flat under his large and leans his weight on you, a warning. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of his strength and size.

He nuzzles behind your ear as he growls again, “don’t move, mimi.”

“Lloyd,” you push your fingertips into the marble and try to shove yourself back.

He keeps you penned in as he trails a hand up your arm. You reach up to follow his touch, brushing your fingers along his bicep as he curls it around your neck. You raise your chin to keep from being strangled. What the hell is he doing?

“Please, give me some space,” you feel the panic surge in your veins, so hot it beads over your brow, “I’m a bit claustro–”

He hushes you as he flexes his bicep against your neck. You gulp as your eyes round and you stare at the pristine walls. You shudder in horror as your powerlessness sets in. Not only in that moment. This man holds your life in his closed fist.

“I won’t be long, sugar tits,” his other hand creeps back and he feels along your side and hip. He curls his fingers beneath the back of your pants and tugs, yanking harshly until the button pops loose. “Something about the whole mother hen shit gets me going.”

“Lloyd,” you eke out, eyes wetting as you quiver, “please, I don’t want this right now.”

“That’s too fucking bad. That’s not our deal.”

“Wha– No–”

“Shhh,” he forces your pants down roughly as he kicks your feet apart, “if you’re not screaming my name, keep your mouth shut.”

Your body locks up in terror. You can’t make a noise, you can’t move as he peels down your panties. You’re trapped in the heat of his body and the crush of his weight. This can’t be happening.

You close your eyes, blocking out the kitchen, trying to tune out your reality. Your ears zero in on the low drone of music still buzzing from your phone.

Go on and be a big girl You asked for this now Go on and be a big girl Well, everybody's gonna drown you out

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #au #series #the club #carpe noctem #the gray man

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ihrtsevyn · 2 months

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HOW TO GET THE GIRL: A LOVERS GUIDE

CHAPTER ONE: tutoring who? (1k)

WARNINGS: none :)

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You couldn't help but sigh in relief as the end of the school day approached. A lack of sleep and the constant build up of assignments further dug you into a tiresome zombie-like state.

You repeatedly tapped your pencil against your opened notebook with pages that remained blank. Your unwavering blank gaze watched as the once vibrant green leaves turned into a warmer palette indicating the approach of your favorite season. Nothing felt more serene in that moment as you watched the pretty mix of oranges, and yellows carelessly flow through the air and land to create an intricate pattern.

The peaceful motion of the leaves lulled you into a peaceful state, your eyes and head getting heavier by the second. You fought the flutter of your eyelids as long as you could before finally deciding to succumb to sleep, but before the darkness could fully take over the final bell had rung, signaling to your relief that it was finally time to pack up and head home.

Your once wearied body made quick work of packing all of your belongings, tuning out whatever your teacher had continued to ramble on in a haste. The only thing that seemed to pull you out of your autopilot-like state as you were preparing to leave the class was your deskmate, Yoon, who linked her arms with yours after slinging her backpack across her unoccupied shoulder.

"I'm so ready to go home." she whined with a forced pout. Yoon had complained to the group earlier about her lack of sleep as well, which after some bribing and forced puppy dog eyes to lily, she was able to get the meeting moved back to tomorrow. "You and me both." you sighed out before slinging your own backpack across your shoulder.

"Feels like i've been here forever." you added on as the both of you slowly trailed behind the other bustling students. "We're gonna grow old and die in this place." Yoon murmured with a tired smile, making you quietly laugh beside her. "God, I hope n-"

Before you could finish your sentence, your teacher, Ms. Park had called your name. Her tone laced with an uneased urgency making both you and Yoon snap your heads towards her desk.

She beckoned you over with a gentle smile. Slowly you untangled your arm from Yoon and headed towards her desk. "I'll wait for you outside." she reassured you with a gentle pat on the shoulder. You nodded back before slowly making your way to sit in front of the now open chair placed beside Ms. Parks desk.

She gave you a reassuring smile despite her patent anxious demeanor.

As all of the students cleared out of the room and the hallways started to get quieter and quieter she finally spoke.

"Well, first I want to tell you that you have nothing to worry about. You're excelling in my class with the highest grade and you turn all of your work in on time." she quietly consoled while fixing her glasses.

Her efforts to comfort you were futile as you knew you did well in her class, the only thing you were anxious about was the sudden disruption of your exit, and why.

"Do you know the basketball team's star player?" she suddenly asked, her once busy and frantic hands now stilled as she brought a packet up to her face.

"Nishimura Riki?" you questioned with a slight tilt to your head. Of course you knew him, you had been making fake scenarios of the two of you so you were able to sleep at night since you were 13.

She hummed in response before pushing the stack of papers over to you. "These are your current grades." she informed before clasping her hands together.

You slightly hunched over her desk to view the papers. Both of your names were highlighted, yours sitting at the top with a grade average of 99.7, while his remained at the bottom with a grade average of 28.6.

Your eyes widened at the gap but in the end you weren't that surprised. He had been absent for most lessons and if he did end up attending once every blue moon, he'd have to leave in the middle of it because of practice.

"Well, as you see his grades aren't the best, and now that the basketball team is training for their upcoming winter game, he's become more occupied than before."

You nodded along quietly as you fidgeted with your fingers, you had a burning feeling in your gut that you knew where this conversation was headed and you couldn't tell if it excited you or made you want to throw up.

"And since you're my top student in class and have tutored other students before who have come out with great results— I was hoping that you'd be able to take some time throughout the week to tutor him?"

She continued to drawl on and on about why she picked you but it landed on deaf ears as you drowned out her rambles. Tutor, Nishimura?

The kid you had a crush on since you were 11 because he sat and ate lunch with you when nobody else did? The boy who would give you his umbrella if you forgot yours because he knew you had a longer walk home than him? The Nishimura that hadn't spared you a glance now that you were in highschool and he was popular, while you were stuck reporting about his achievements?

The both of you were mere acquaintances back then but it still stung when you two stopped interacting altogether. Even when your interactions dispersed into nothing, your feelings still lingered and possibly even grew stronger.

"Are you up for it?" she suddenly asked, her hopeful and soft tone drawing your once occupied gaze away from the paper in front of you and back onto her.

Your mouth sat agape for a moment as you went over the information in your head again and again. Ms. Park seemed to sense your hesitancy in accepting her offer which made her add on to her proposal.

"If you're willing to do this i'd really appreciate it. You're the only student I fully trust to take on this task considering many of the other self-proclaimed tutors don't take it as seriously."

Another lengthy moment of silence passed through before you released an exhale you didn't even realize you were holding.

"Okay, I'll do it."

𓂃 . ࣪ ˖ ∿

"YOU'RE TUTORING WHO?!"

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kangen-wanshi · 1 year

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Hi!! I've been reading your blog and I came across your event prompt! So for that, can I request "Together Forever" number 5 for Watanabe and/or Jing Yuan?

Also, congratulations for reaching 300 followers🎉🎉🎊

Come Back To Me ft. Jing Yuan, Watanabe: Astral

Promises of returning to your loved ones embrace goes beyond words and hugs, for you, they have their own way to show you this side of him.

Tags: sfw, mention of death, kisses

A/N: Why is it so difficult to find Watanabe's good icon:(( Either way thank you anon!! Ty for requesting these two<33

300 followers prompt events! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

Jing Yuan, He gives you a task to keep you company

Jing Yuan looks like someone who pays lightly to the mission he assigned himself to. After all he’s the Dozing General, a legend amongst immortals, the Divine Foresight himself. Even if he were to leave for another few decades, he would pay no worries on the success of his missions.

Even so, you couldn’t help but worry for him. Whether you share immortality with him as a long-life species or not, you would always express your worry, your concern, and your wish of luck for him whenever he departed to take matter into his hands.

And he adores you for it. He’s viewed by a strong force in the military by many in the Xianzhou - to be seen as just another man that can in fact, die, suffer, be hurt, and most of all worthy of your concern, is just a hint of normalcy and domesticity he needed in his boring life as a general.

So instead of brushing off your concern and convincing you with just his words and his kisses, Jing Yuan gives a bit more effort in comforting you about his return. Before he leaves, he would ask you to count the number of strands on Mimi’s white mane, and with every hundred strands you’ve counted, he would give you a kiss in exchange when he returns.

“For every hundred strands you count on Mimi’s mane - I will give you a kiss in exchange. Keep counting, my dear. And when I return, my lips and attention will belong solely to you in effort to repay my promise.”

It keeps you occupied - it also keeps Mimi occupied with your affection. It’s a win-win in his eyes for the both of you. Mimi would have someone to take care of her should she be forced to wait another century for his return, and you would have a reminder of him when you crave to touch his own silver mane.

When he comes back after a long trip - the numbers you gave him doesn’t entirely matter anymore, he would give you dozens - hundreds of kisses if he could within a single night. Although if you came up with honest numbers, he would still give you a few dozen extra pecks. Why? Well you deserve a little more reward for your patience and care for his familiar, don’t you?

Watanabe: Astral, With his kisses and your warmth

This type of promise is something common that you and Watanabe exchange with each other. Living in a world full of war, fighting on the frontline to fight for humanity, risking your life has become the norm for the both of you no matter how cruel of a fate it seems.

Even so, both of you share similar intensity and feelings in your goodbyes. Whenever you leave, Watanabe will come with you if he can, no matter how dangerous your mission seems. But if it's a rare time where the two of you were assigned to different locations due to reasons, then either of you can only falter in defeat in hopes of gaining victory and coming home with your lives together in the end.

It’s like a ritual at this point. He’d pull you towards him, forehead pressed firmly against each other, as your nose grazed him lightly. You didn’t kiss, you didn’t share a word with each other, the short period of goodbye is only said through your touch. How his arms that were holding your shoulder slid down to your sides, holding you close to him, and how you cling onto him with a hand on his cheek.

The kisses you shared are light. A quick, silent peck, before he smothers your palm and wrist with his lips as you do his. It’s a promise that you would kiss each other when both of you returned. That you will come back to each other’s arms, alive and well. Only then will the two of you share your kiss.

“I don’t like being sappy with you.. Just, come back safe, and I will too, alright?”

As Watanabe left in the opposite direction of you, he let the warmth that your lips left on his hand to be the reason for him to come back alive. For him to return to you for more, for him to survive and return to your embrace.

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #pgr x reader #hsr x reader #punishing gray raven x reader #honkai star rail x reader #pgr watanabe x reader #watanabe x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x reader

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duckiemimi · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/jgnico/729415078056755200/stop-taking-nanamis-words-for-why-gojo-did-what

Hey mimi!! Hope ur having a nice day!! I really love your thoughts and metas its a very insightful!!! And ur fanfics god i hold them so tenderly in my hands each time i read them!! thank you for making them!! And i wanted to ask: whats your thoughts on this ?

i’m so sorry this reply is so late, i’ve been a little busy these days 😭 but i love this post so much! it’s so well-written and well-articulated!

most people in the story don’t understand gojo; the whole point of 236 was to hammer that home. gojo died misunderstood. (well—if you don’t count geto understanding him, i guess. and some of his students try to, his friends, too, but that’s besides the point. most people didn’t. doesn’t mean they were incapable of loving him, though.)

i understand nanami’s sentiments here. to nanami, gojo was the guy who could’ve solved everything, who could’ve prevented deaths, who could’ve prevented haibara’s death. to nanami, gojo was the embodiment of the system. of idle power. it’s a little similar to geto’s point of view in shinjuku: why the hell should he try and sympathize with someone who can do it all? gojo is different. he’s not like us.

really, i believe most of the characters in the story feel this way about him, this attitude of begrudging hope because though he is an enigma in their eyes, he is also a beacon of hope because if gojo exists, then a better world is possible. they see the idea of him before they see him for who he actually is. they see his dictated role before they see him.

but here’s the thing: gojo is readable to us. as readers of the story, we should be able to understand him and what motivates him, we should be able to understand his alienation and loneliness more than anyone in the story. because he is wholly readable and thus knowable, because we see the things the other characters don’t. we should know him by how he was written, not by other characters’ perception of him. that’s subsidiary.

(if anything, other than supplementary information on gojo, the characters’ opinions on him tell us more about them and the world they live in, not about gojo.)

i think this juxtaposition between the perception of gojo and just gojo himself is best shown in his conversation with geto. there, he talks about being familiar with isolation (his metaphorical infinity) and his longing to be understood. right after, nanami chimes in and offers his opinion about gojo. i do think the writing could’ve been done more effectively (after all, the chronology makes the scene a little confusing), but it’s still plainly written for us to read.

gojo’s efforts to better the system shouldn’t be wiped off the board just because nanami said he fought for fun. we know him, we’ve read him, we’ve witnessed him give second chances to kids who’ve lost hope. we’ve seen gojo’s care. i don’t think this is a case of just selfishness or just selflessness. don’t fall into the trap of black and white thinking.

gojo was jujutsu’s pillar. i imagine if you grow up with enough people telling you who you are—what you are, really—you’d start to internalize it and learn your role. to his core, gojo was a guy who never acknowledged his subconscious and what lay beneath it because of this. a mental infinity, a metaphorical infinity. almost there but not quite; he never got to the root of things, whether it be changing the system or figuring out why he was the way he was. he was never thorough. (isn’t that why “geto” came back anyway? because he didn’t “finish the job”?)

but, hey—his given name is satoru (enlightenment). perhaps there’s more to his story.

(or maybe he died in irony.)

#asks #jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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ahundredtimesover · 2 months

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WOOWEEE i’m still processing the new chapter 🥹 i just wanna stress that there’s multiple realities, guys. jk wanting to respect oc by upholding her wishes to grow, but also feeling abandoned by her choices despite him baring his emotions and desire to have her close by. then you have oc feeling the burden of her family ties/debt with the jeon family and wanting to find out who she is away from her current role, but she’s emotionally attached to jk and it’s blurring with her own goals. not only that, we see jk’s codependency on oc and how that could make her feel more chained down. ultimately she’s always needed by someone, but when has she put her needs first?

as mentioned, this is all so deeply rooted. they need to spend time away from each other to grow. jk is probably going to retreat/relapse to his past behaviors or maybe he’ll also be working on himself so that he can be a better partner for oc … my guts say former because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i’m an angst enthusiast.

ALSO i see lots of ppl saying UGH JUST STAY AND DATE, and while yes … this is a fic, this is a slice of life too. yall realize it is super inappropriate to have a secret relationship with your boss? granted all of my bosses have been old balding dudes and not jk, still … it’s the principle 😭 oc and jk having this “separation” period is good (i’m sleeping on the highway) and needed for their character development. i’m sure theyre gunna meet again and the tension is gunna be so high and they will do the boom boom pow💥🤯😏 without feeling that guilt/weird power dynamic!! 🫶🏼

mimi, you’re so awesome and i love this fic so much. YOUR BRAIN IS SO BEAUTIFUL, MUAH!!!!!!! 💋 you did not disappoint with the make out scene … cuz man if they can get like that on their first kiss … WE ARE NOT READY (i am🤲🏼)!! pls take care of yourself as always and hope you have a lovely day

Hi, anon. I took a break from doing my readings bc this just... this just made me smile and it appeased me (as did a lot of other readers' asks and comments) 🥹🥹 especially considering the other asks claiming how the characters are so dumb and stupid, or that they can just date while OC's in the company or date after she resigns. I would like to copy-paste your first paragraph to everything now hahaha (bc oh god the immense joy of a writer when someone accurately says what I was trying to show is insane and that's what I'm feeling!) 😭😭

Like, you couldn't have said it any better. All those things you mentioned can co-exist, and part of the characters' respective stories is learning that those realities can indeed co-exist. Which is why they're as burdened by their choices as they are (and we'll see more of this in ch12). I'd like for you to park that second paragraph bc... I wrote this entire series with the plan for season 2 so whatever happens at the end of this season, know that more will happen and you kind of raised some points already. 👀👀

And with the boss/asst. thing - YES. The power dynamic goes beyond their roles bc their pasts are intertwined as well. Mr. Ri pointed it out to JK - did he want OC to feel indebted to him, too? There are just so many complications. It's always been about needing to feel free for OC. What that freedom means is something she has yet to explore. Even the question of happiness is something she's figuring out.

BUT THANK YOU, like, really. 🥹🥹 It's always tricky and draining to write super long stories like this bc I need to make sure that the characters and storylines are consistent, and knowing that what I intended comes across (most of the time) is truly worth all the stress of writing this one hahaha I hope you're well and I hope to hear from you and your wonderful mind again! 💕💕💕

#mimianswers #fic: iwyts #let me smooch u anon

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 1 year

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When You Leave Pairing : non-idol!Yandere!Lee Heeseung x F!Reader TW : yandere behavior ; stalking ; kidnapping ; Word Count : 2.7k A/N : Not requested, but I haven't written for Enhypen in so long, so... Here's this little thing!!

It’s amazing how one look at someone can trigger such strong emotions. Hatred, envy, lust, anger, love… It all depended on who that person was, who that person is, and it just so happened that that person was you.

The strangest thing was, all of those emotions didn’t hold a candles light to the way you made him feel. It was so much stronger than all of those put together, he didn’t understand it, and that just made him want you more. You weren’t just a mystery to him because he didn’t know you, you were a mystery because you managed to make him feel this way, a way that he had never felt before.

He’d watch you, your every move a target to his peering eyes that seemed glued to you. Could you feel him watching? Did you know he was there? He tried to stay hidden, he didn’t want to frighten you, not at all, he just wanted to watch you, make sure you were okay, make sure you made it home alright. Nothing that he did was creepy, at least he didn’t think it was. He just needed to wait for the right time, the right moment to make his move. Timing was of the essence, and if he timed things wrong, everything could fall apart.

“Oop… I’m so sorry…” You proclaimed as you bumped into him with your cart at the grocery store, unaware that he had purposely stepped in the way of it when you were looking down at the lower shelves. This was how he’d get you to talk to him, how he’d get to know you personally instead of just watching you from a distance. “I know you… You’re in here all the time. Do you work here?”

So you had noticed him already, you’ve seen him, you saw him often, often enough for you to think he worked there. He simply chuckled, shaking his head as he placed his hand on your cart, his way of holding you there without actually having to hold onto you, as much as he’d like to. “No, I guess we just have the same schedule.” He lied, hoping that you hadn’t seen him follow you on the way to the store. “I’m Heeseung, by the way… And you are?”

He already knew who you were, he had followed you to work one day and found out your name when one of your coworkers called for you. “I’m Y/N.” You answered, although he could tell that you seemed kind of nervous, or maybe shy… Did you maybe like him too? Did you think he was cute? Oh how he wished he could read your mind just now, to know what you were thinking. “Well… Uhm… It was nice finally getting to talk to you after just passing by you for so long. I have to get home and feed my babies.” You said almost awkwardly, giving him a small nod before trying to push your cart forward, but his hand held firm onto the basket, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked at you.

“Babies?” He had been following you for so long, how could he not have known that you had children? Who’s were they? Were you with someone? How had he not seen them before? He was raking his mind trying to remember an instance where you might have come out with someone else, a child or another man, but he could only think of you, remember seeing you by yourself. This made absolutely no sense.

You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you held up your hands. “N-Not… Not those kinds of babies… I meant my cats. I have two, Mimi and Momo.” You explained, stating the names of your cats proudly, but he was barely paying attention to the last part, only listening long enough for you to tell him that there were no children, there was no one else. He sighed heavily, relief washing over him as he smiled at you. “I really have to go though, they’ll attack me at the front door if I’m not home soon enough.”

A soft hum drifted from his lips as he stepped back, letting go of your cart to let you leave. “I’ll see you around.” He said as casually as ever, a simple goodbye, one that you looked at as just that… A way to say goodbye… But he really would see you around, you just wouldn’t see him. You never did, he made sure of that, but he made sure he could always see you.

Watching you had been enough for a short period of time, and then he got to talk to you at the store, and that was great… Until it wasn’t. It didn’t bring him the same satisfaction as it did before. He always had to say goodbye to you, he always had to watch you leave the store, and then he’d have to wait until the next day to see you again.

He’d listen to your small talk, acting like he didn’t already know how your entire day went. He’d nod along when you ranted about small things that people did that irritated you, and he’d pretend that he hadn’t been there the whole time to get irritated right alongside you about how rude or annoying people were with you.

It had been enough, but now it wasn’t. He needed to be there with you, he didn’t like watching you leave, he didn’t like having to wait to see you. He wanted to see you whenever he could, whenever he wanted to, and that called for measures that took a lot more planning than just getting you to bump into him with a grocery cart.

“Heeseung!” You called out through the speaker of his phone, and he smiled to himself when he heard the panic in your voice. “Mimi and Momo are gone… I thought… I guess… I don’t know. I didn’t remember opening the window in my room, but maybe I did when I was tired. I don’t know, but they’re gone!” You were absolutely frazzled, you were clearly devastated, he could hear you were crying, and while he knew he should feel guilty for being the cause of your distress, he didn’t. This was worth it, it was all worth it, because it meant that he’d get to have you.

“It’s okay, I’ll help you look for them. Just send me a picture of what they look like and I’ll search for them too.” He lied, sitting on the couch in his own apartment, the two cats sitting beside him as he gently scratched along Mimis back. “I’ll call you to let you know if I find them, try to stay calm though, okay?” He tried to soothe you, but your breaths were still erratic as you hummed in agreement over the phone until the line went dead.

He’d give it an hour or two, just to make it seem like he was really searching. He had the whole thing planned out in his mind, this masterplan that had taken weeks to devise and now it was all coming to fruition. He’d get what he wanted, no matter what it took, no matter what he had to take.

Waiting was the hardest part out of the whole plan. Breaking into your apartment had been easy as pie, your windows weren’t the best and it was quite simple to just lift the window pane and climb in. Grabbing Mimi and Momo had kind of been a struggle, but with the right amount of treats and head scratches he had gained their trust and he was able to pick them both up and leave out the same window that he left open to collaborate with the false story he told you. Now all he needed was to get you into his own apartment, and once you were there, he’d never let you go again. He couldn’t.

The minutes ticked by slowly, so painfully slow that it was starting to become irritating. It felt like they were doing it on purpose just to mess with him, just to piss him off. Two hours felt like forever, and he was becoming jittery and impatient. Would you be happy to see him and your cats? Would you want to reward him for finding them? It would be a nice thing to do considering you assumed he had taken the time out of his day to look for your cats. Truthfully, he had taken the time out of his day for you, for your cats… It was just so that he could take them… Instead of finding them… But it’s the thought that counts, right? He was doing it for you, dammit.

It had been 3:30PM when you had called him the first time, and he had gotten intermittent sporadic texts from you about how you still hadn’t found them, and he had to text back saying that he hadn’t either… But once the clock read 5:30PM, he was ready. Two hours had passed, and now it was time for everything to culminate, it had all been leading up to this moment, and what a beautiful moment it would be.

The line rang, and it rang until you answered, your heavy panting heard through his speaker, it was obvious that you had been running, or maybe you had just been walking the entire time and you were out of breath. “I found them. Someone turned them into the local animal shelter and I have them with me. I brought them to my apartment though, I thought they might be hungry or thirsty. They’re okay though.” It was easy to lie when it wasn’t exactly… Lying. Sure, he had to put a little fib in there, but it was for a better cause. “I’ll text you my address and you can come get them.”

There was a sob from your end, but it sounded… excited, relieved, thankful? He couldn’t really place his finger on just what it might be that you were feeling, but you definitely didn’t sound sad anymore. “Thank you… Thank you so much! I’ll be right over!” Your words were rushed when you spoke them, and his fingers were just as fast as he typed out his address and sent it to you. It would only be a matter of time before you showed up at his front door. He’d let you in, and then he’d never let you out again.

It’s not like he was exactly kidnapping you… He liked to look at it as you moving in, you just didn’t know you wanted to. That’s why he had brought your cats, so that it would be more inviting for you, maybe you’d be happier. See, he wasn’t evil or mean… If he was, he would have just taken you and left your cats behind, but he knows you love them, he couldn’t take them away from you. He’s a nice guy, and he hoped that you’d see him the same way still.

The light knocking on the door had him jumping up from the couch and running over, throwing open the door and quickly inviting you inside. “Don’t want them to run out again, right?” He teased, and you threw him a jokingly annoyed look before running over to his couch and petting the two balls of fur that you had been looking for. “See, they’re okay!” He said calmly as he deadbolted the door, slipping the key into his pocket and walking over to where you were. “I can’t believe they made it this far though… I mean, that’s quite some walk, right?”

“Mmhm…” You murmured, but then you froze, looking up at him with narrowed eyes, confusion written across your face. “How do you know how far they made it though?” You asked, and now he was the one confused, his head tilted and his lips pursed as he silently questioned what you meant. “You don’t know where I live… I could be right around the block… You’ve never been to my place.”

Shit… That had been the first mess up, but he tried to cover it as quickly as he could, his heart beating fast as a sense of impending doom clouded his mind. “Well… I was just assuming… Their paws were a little rough when I got them from the animal hospital.” Would the lie work? Would you believe him? Fuck, you were checking their paws.

Your finger slid across the little beans on both cats paws, and then a loud huff left your nose as you shook your head. “Their paws are just as soft as they were when I last saw them… And their fur… It doesn’t look out of place… Or… What animal hospital were they at? I just need to call to make sure they didn’t feed them anything weird. They’re on a specific food… They’ll get sick if-”

He groaned loudly, running his hands through his hair. “Why can’t you just be happy that I found them? Why do you have to question everything? They’re fine! They haven’t been sick since I got them here. They’ve been sitting on the couch with me for two hours!” And there was the next slip, and he saw your body tense up and your head slowly lift from the cats to look at him once more. Was it fear… uncertainty… anger… or maybe a little bit of all three that flashed across your face in a split second.

“T-Two hours?” You repeated, his teeth audibly clenched together, his jaw tightening as he stared at you. “You said you just found them… I’ve been looking for them for two hours… Are you lying to me? Why would you… What did you do?” You shook your head, pulling off the cat carrier from your back and opening it, both the cats jumping in willingly.

This was the part where you’d try to leave… And it’s not like he’d try to stop you… You couldn’t leave anyway. The door was locked, there was no way out. “I know you’re upset…” He whispered, watching you get up from the couch and head over to the door. He didn’t follow you, he simply watched as you grabbed the doorknob and turned it… And then you pulled, but the door didn’t budge. And then you pulled again, this time more frantically, the doorknob jiggling, and he could sense your panic from across the room. “They’re not hurt… And I’m not going to hurt you either…” He said calmly, his eyes trained on you as you turned around, admiring the way the lowlights of his apartment reflected off the tears that had begun to stream down your cheeks.

“Why are you doing this?” You sobbed, your voice broken and timid, your arms crossed over yourself protectively as you watched him. “Please… Let me leave. You’re scaring me… I don’t know what you want to do… But… Y-You can’t…” Your entire body was trembling, it was mesmerizing, but also slightly insulting, the fear you had right now. Did he ever strike you as the person that would hurt you? He didn’t think he ever gave off that impression…

“You lock a person in your house once and they immediately think you’re some kind of psycho.” He mumbled in disbelief, running his hand through his hair as he let out a loud sigh. “I’m not going to do anything, Y/N… I just… Need you here. I’d really like it if you stayed… I need you to stay. If you leave… It’ll kill me. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to finally have you here…” Your head shook as you listened to him, your face was like a slideshow of different emotions, but none of them looked like happiness. “I don’t want to hurt you… And while I’d like to one day be able to hug you, hold you, maybe even kiss you…” He tried to ignore the look of complete disgust you gave him at his words, he knows that it’s just because this is all so fresh, so new… “I’m not going to push you to do that… I want you to like me back, I need you to love me back. When you leave the grocery store… It’s like my heart is breaking… I can’t see you leave anymore… I need you here…” He ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath and putting a smile on his face as he held his hand out for you. “You don’t really have a choice, Y/N. So are you going to just stand by the door forever, or do you want to sit down and watch a movie?”

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 2 months

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Hey Mimi! It’s been so long, but I hope you’re doing well!

I wanted to pop on and congratulate you on the followers!

Your writing is absolutely amazing, and you deserve every one of these followers! I hope you can keep sharing your talent for years to come!

You are absolutely amazing!

~ Jinn <3🩵

Aww Jinn! Thank you my love, I hope things are going well for you. I know you didn't request it, but I wrote a quick little something for you.

I hope you like it.

Love oo.

Look at the Stars

Warning: Implied anxiety attack, panic, comfort, kisses, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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The view from Echo’s ship as you both travelled through hyperspace was one you’d seen plenty of times over, in fact it was one you’d seen on other ships too. The blue shimmer from the hyperspace lane, the hints of white as stars zoomed past, it was all beautiful. And sometimes a little too much.

How were you able to deal with everything the galaxy threw at your feet? How were you able to rescue all of Echo’s brothers? How were you going to save them from Hemlock’s experiments? You were just you, you didn’t have any amazing skills. You weren’t a jedi, you locked that part of yourself away when you left the order before Order 66 happened. It’s been years since you even tried to tap into the force.

Not that you hadn’t tried, but … you were afraid. Afraid of what it would mean if you did accept it again. Afraid if you would put Echo in danger. Afraid of … everything.

“You okay? Caught you staring off into space again.”

Echo did his best not to push, you didn’t need that right now. He saw how you struggled, how sometimes when it all got too much you somewhat shut down. It wasn’t because you didn’t care, it was the opposite, you cared too much. He could see that as bright as the sun. Every time you looked into his eyes, everytime he held you as close as possible trying to become one with you, he saw and felt how much you cared. Not just about him, but about his brothers, about Omega, about everyone.

He kneeled beside you running his fingers through your hair, “What is it?”

“I … I’m just tired” it was your go to response, when you wanted to talk but the words never came out.

He didn’t need to prod more, it was already too much for you, so he did the only thing he could, he picked you up, and placed you on his lap while he held you in his arms. Stroking your hair and back, making sure his scomp didn’t hurt too much while he held you with it.

“I know. But that’s okay, because I’m wide awake enough for the both of us.”

You buried your face in his neck, reminding yourself that you weren’t alone. He was there, he was always there. From the first time you met him after the Rishi moon incident, to the day you left the order when you thought he died, and even when he came back like he’d been resurrected from the dead. He was always there. Holding you, comforting you, his lips pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head as you reminded yourself, it wasn’t just you.

“I’m going to try again.”

“I’ll support any decision you make, whether that’s to connect to the force or leave it off completely, cyar’ika.”

“I know. But I need to do more. More for you and for your brothers.”

“All I need from you, is to love me. Anything else is extra.”

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, knowing he’d never demand more of you than you could give. He understood better than most how difficult sometimes just breathing was for you, and you loved him all the more so for that.

“But I want to try.”

“Then I’ll be here to help you, but in the meantime, just breathe … breathe. Look at the stars, kid.”

“I love you”

“I love you, too.”

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eemcintyre · 1 year

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The Door is Open (Tom Cruise)

TW- Mentions of harassment. Other than that, just pure fluffy goodness with a dash of hurt/comfort to send us off.

Summary- you are a production assistant on the set of a 90s Tom Cruise movie, and he steps in when one of his costars threatens you (**I created a fictional movie and a fictional costar bc I'm not about to slander some random real-life actor for no reason lol**). Additional note: in this universe, he's only been married to Mimi Rogers.

A warm thank you to anyone who takes the time to read; this is just me having fun and taking the serotonin where I can get it

“Cut!” the director exclaimed as the cast finished filming the last of the scenes they had hoped to do before lunch. Just as crew members began to mill around set and the hum of conversation started up, as Tom Cruise ran a hand through his grown-out hair and did a couple of arm and back stretches, Y/N entered the soundstage balancing two cardboard trays full of drinks.

Although the caterer provided general meals and beverages, some of the cast and crew preferred to order drinks from an artisan café down the street. And, as one of the production assistant/PAs on the set of “Gold Rush,” it was Y/N’s job to run down the aforementioned street, to the aforementioned café, to fetch the aforementioned drinks, as well as do essentially any odd small job that anyone ranked higher than her asked her to do. And pretty much everyone was ranked higher than the PAs.

Although the work could be exhausting and she didn’t get a lot of please-s or thank you-s for what she did, Y/N was really enjoying the experience for the most part. She found it really interesting to see what went into all of the different units’ work, from set construction to costuming to lighting (when she wasn’t running for bottles of water or copies of the script, which was a lot of the time), but one thing she had not hoped to learn, at least so early on in her film career, was how slimy some of the actors could be.

While Tom Cruise, despite being the most well-known and successful actor in Hollywood, seemed from her observations to be the image of class and generosity, one of his co-stars, Bill Waters, was… less so. To be completely accurate, Bill Waters was a conceited asshole who faked affability around those he felt could benefit him and was used to getting anything he wanted at the snap of his fingers. And one of the things he had recently wanted, and was appalled to have not received, was Y/N. The other day, he had approached her alone outside the soundstage building and forcefully propositioned her, to the point that she had to slap him to escape his hold.

Ever since then, despite her rigorous attempts to avoid him, he had criticized, embarrassed, and overworked her at every chance. A couple of days ago, he yelled at her for taking so long to bring him a dish from a restaurant located across town, and yesterday, he’d purposely spilled the coffee she’d just brought him, just so she would have to get another one.

As she quickly made her way through the room, handing each coffee and tea to its recipient, she tried not to make eye contact with the fast-approaching Bill. When she thrusted the paper cup into his hand, he made a point to stroke her fingers when he took it from her. Y/N glanced up, startled, met with a faint smirk that made her sick to her stomach. She decided not to respond, hoping he would lose interest and go away as she moved on to the next set of people across the room, but he pursued her until he matched her speed-walking pace.

“Hey, this isn’t what I ordered,” he said, putting the cup in her face so that she had to narrowly dodge a passing crew member to not get doused.

“You said that you wanted a caramel brulée latte, and that’s what it is.”

“Oh, I must have forgotten to say that I didn’t want whipped cream. Whoops.” His smirk grew wider and more punchable as she kept failing to out-walk him without attracting attention. “Anyway, I’m not drinking this; you’ll have to run back out so you can get me the right thing.”

“Can’t you just skim it off the top?” Y/N protested, preparing to round a tight corner around a large set piece that several people were transporting, when she felt a searing pain across the front of her torso.

Dazed from the pain and the many eyes that were now on her, it took a moment for Y/N to register that the front of her shirt was splattered with Bill’s rejected coffee. A couple of her acquaintances from the hair and makeup department ran to get her some towels, as everyone else continued to stare.

“What is wrong with you?” Bill gasped, anger coloring his face. After a few moments of stunned silence, another voice chimed in.

“What the hell’s going on?” Tom Cruise appeared, confused, from within the assembled crowd. He sighted Y/N, dripping with coffee, and Bill, red in the face with obvious irritation, and his eyebrows furrowed suspiciously.

“She ran into me and made me spill my drink,” Bill complained, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, I saw you throw it at her,” Tom replied sternly. “You threw a hot coffee at Y/N. Why would you do that?” His voice was level and at a calm, low volume, but in his eyes, one could see that he was pissed. Even in the midst of the immense embarrassment, she was surprised and pleased that Tom Cruise, of all people, knew her name.

Y/N’s friends reappeared with handfuls of towels, and as they made their way to help dry her soaked shirt, Tom took one of the towels to hand to her as well.

“Well? What is wrong with you?” he continued to prod Bill.

“What’s wrong with me?” Bill’s gestures and expressions were becoming more agitated. “She’s the one who can’t figure out how to order the right drinks, or even hold them- I want her fired.”

Y/N paled, feeling even more sick and now slightly dizzy, at the prospect of her film career going down in flames before it could hardly begin.

“Do you think that, just because you’re more famous than she is, that you don’t have to treat her like a person? Is that it?” Tom glared.

“Do you think just because you’re Tom fucking Cruise that you can talk to me that way? Because I won’t stand for it.”

“I won’t stand for that kind of bullshit on my set,” Tom snarled, his temper finally slipping through to the open. “You can be a decent fucking person or you can get out. We’ll find someone else; no one’s irreplaceable.”

“Except you and whoever kisses your ass,” Bill spat, storming out past the crowd.

“You are out of here!” Tom yelled after him, even though he and everyone else knew that he most likely didn’t have the authority to make such a decision, even given his status in the industry.

Taken aback by the scene they had just witnessed, it took a few minutes for the crowd to dissipate. Y/N retreated outside to the parking lot behind the soundstage, dabbing at her stained shirt, her mind reeling with the very real possibility that her time on the “Gold Rush” set was over.

Realizing Tom had followed her out and was gazing at her with concern, she mustered “Mr. Cruise, t-thank you; you didn’t have to do that. I don’t want to cause any problems…”

“Did you throw a hot coffee on him?” Tom asked gently.

“N-no…?”

“Did you just curse everyone out?” The hint of a smile flickered at the corners of his mouth.

“No…”

“Well, unless you start doing that, you have nothing to worry about, as far as I’m concerned.” He paused, studying how she avoided his gaze. “He isn’t any better than you or me.”

They experienced another awkward silence, as no one else was currently in that part of the lot.

“Was that the first time that happened? Because I remember he also spilled his coffee yesterday. Maybe he’s the one who can’t figure out how to hold things.” Tom met Y/N’s surprised look knowingly, and with that, she found herself beginning to lose her composure.

“No, it’s not the first time,” her voice cracked, and she crossed her arms in a self-soothing motion as tears began to fall. “He’s pissed because I wouldn’t sleep with him- oh gosh, Mr. Cruise, I’m so sorry for crying, this is the last thing you need…” She covered her face, utterly mortified to be having a mental breakdown in front of Tom Cruise. She inhaled shakily in an effort to rein it back in. “I’m okay, I’m fine.”

“I want you to take fifteen minutes,” Tom replied softly, reaching for one of her heaving shoulders. “We need to get you a new shirt- I have an extra crew t-shirt from when they were handing them out the other day- and speaking of drinks, have you had anything to drink recently?” Y/N shrugged, not wanting to admit it and seem even more needy. “That’s what I thought,” he shook his head. “You can sit in my trailer where no one will bother you, and then you’ll be ready to get back out there and finish the day on a high note.”

“Mr. Cruise, that’s very nice of you, but I don’t know…”

He realized she might be wary of the idea of his trailer after Bill had made his move on her. “We can keep the door open the whole time. I’ll sit on the opposite side of the trailer,” he grinned, raising his hands in a yielding gesture for emphasis.

“I- I didn’t mean-” she stammered, not wanting to offend another of the cast members.

“It’s alright.” He waved her forward in the direction of his trailer, and she conceded. “Now, we just have to stop this Mr. Cruise business. Y/N, please feel free to call me Tom.”

Once they reached his trailer, as promised, Tom left the door open behind them. After rooting through a few boxes and drawers, he located the aforementioned t-shirt.

“It is a men’s medium, and it’s not exactly a fashion statement…” he winced.

“It’ll do just fine; it doesn’t have any coffee on it, and that’s what I’m interested in.” Y/N finally found it in her to smile before quickly getting changed in the small trailer bathroom. She noted the towels, cologne, and other personal items on the sink counter, and it hit her more fully that she was literally in Tom Cruise’s trailer, a place she never could have envisioned visiting.

When she reemerged, she saw Tom leaning against the wall near the opposite end of the trailer, and a bottle of water that had been placed at the table down by her.

“I hope you like that kind; I mentioned I liked it and they sent me a whole case,” Tom chuckled. “Anyway, I can’t finish it all by myself.”

“Thanks.” Y/N slid into one of the bench seats at the table and took a sip. “At least my last day as a PA will end on a good note,” she winced.

“No one is going to fire you,” Tom insisted. “You’re a kind, cheerful person when you’re not getting hot coffee thrown at you, and you’ve got a great work ethic. Both rare things in this industry a lot of the time. You aren’t going anywhere, trust me; you still have a future.”

Y/N took another sip of her water.

“What are you hoping to do in movies? Are you another aspiring actress, or do you want something more niche like makeup, production design, directing?”

“Not sure yet. I’m still trying to see what I like the most. Reading about it and doing it are two very different things, you know.”

Tom nodded, understanding. “You have family nearby?”

Y/N shook her head. “Tennessee.”

“A country girl," he grinned. "What do they think of your career choice?”

“They’re warming up to it.”

“I was lucky, my family was always really supportive.”

“Do you get to see them very often? It seems like you always go, go, go,” Y/N laughed quietly.

“Not as much as I’d like, but… enough,” he nodded again, as if confirming he was satisfied with his own answer.

Y/N suddenly recalled Tom’s recent divorce. Even though he and his ex-wife hadn’t had any children, they had still been together several years, and Y/N was sure it must have been difficult for him. As they were on the topic of family, she made a point not to mention even indirectly anything to do with those matters.

“Well, everyone’s got to take a break once in a while. Maybe after this picture wraps you can spend some time with them.”

“Yeah,” Tom replied, his gaze momentarily drifting into the distance. “But until then, it’s nice to have some company now.”

“I’ll have another mental breakdown just for you, so we can do it again sometime,” Y/N joked, trying to make light of her humiliation. To her relief, Tom laughed in response, diffusing some of her tension. “I should probably be going. They’ll be looking for me once they run out of drinks.” Y/N rose to her feet, grabbing her water and her soiled shirt.

“Well, if you would ever like to drop by again, my door is open- literally.” He gestured to the open trailer door. “And you let me know if Bill ever bothers you again- I’ve learned a lot of fighting moves from working on this movie and I can kick his ass.”

“Okay. I would love to see that,” Y/N replied, making her way to the front of the trailer and toward Tom. “No,” her tone of voice became serious again, “You’ve already done more than I could have asked for.” In the confines of the trailer, she and he came closely face-to-face as she neared the doorway.

“Well, sometimes, all you have to do is ask.” He smiled warmly and they shared an intense moment of eye contact before Y/N shyly looked away. Tom exited the trailer ahead of her, reaching out his hand for her to take from where he stood on the ground, to guide her down the couple of stair steps. “Now, go get ‘em.”

“It’s true, you really are a relentless optimist,” Y/N smiled and shook her head. They waved each other goodbye, and then she headed back in the direction of the soundstage, feeling like she could face the rest of the day again, and maybe even the rest of the production. Even though all of her anxieties didn’t magically go away, she figured that, with Tom Cruise in her corner, she had little to worry about.

#fluff #one shot #imagine #tom cruise #tom cruise x reader #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise imagine #tom cruise fic #tom cruise fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #creative writing #just for fun #just roll with it #self insert #x reader #reader insert #im being so vulnerable right now please be kind

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legobiwan · 6 months

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How would count bleck's minions react to seeing Culex in your crossover?

omg, anon, I didn't know Culex was a thing until you sent me this. I might or might not have immediately picked up my Switch to go find him for the first battle.

But! This ask got me thinking about my crossover idea. What if...the Bleck minions were on a mission to stop Culex, but on the way, they end up running into Mario and the gang?

And now I've created a whooole bunch of lore tying together the two games. Buckle in friends. I'm feeling talkative today.

Culex states he traverses dimensions, is antimatter and matter, both, which is a key characteristic of the Chaos Heart, which is able to both destroy and remake worlds in its wielder's image. Maybe Bleck has hit a roadblock as he's conjuring spells to bring the Chaos Heart to fruition, and the presence of Culex is one of the major impediments to his plans.

So he send his minions after him.

Now, I would argue that the meeting between Mario and friends and the minions occurs before their confrontation with Culex and that Mario and the gang are too busy with Smithy and his associates to take this on. (Although the thought is troubling. Nastasia explains that this Culex claims to eat time, that he is matter and antimatter but cannot inhabit their dimension for very long. Geno shakes his head at this, stating if such a being existed, he would know of it, as his people are the keepers of time itself, which is writ, measured and meted out in the cosmos from which he comes. If this Culex is an abnormality, a kind of...Geno searches for the right word, black hole, or void, he is not threat enough to alter his primary objective of restoring the Star Road, whose failure would have far greater ramifications than a single dark entity).

Of course, what the Bleck gang doesn't tell Geno or anyone else is that the possibility of Culex being a void incarnate is the exact reason they are pursuing him. Because, and this is mostly Dimentio piecing things together, a being that is matter and antimatter, that traverses dimensions for time to eat might well be a fragment of the Chaos Heart Bleck has yet to be able to bring under his will, as Bleck has spent the last two years piecing together the broken shards of the heart that had been scattered across the multiverse the last time all worlds came to end, so many millenia ago (an event Geno would rather forget, and one of the reasons the restoration of the Star Road is so important. Wishes are hope, and hope, in its most basic form, is love - a love which can balance out the incursions of nihilism and the likes of Culex. A love, that we, the reader, might also associate with the Pure Hearts, which was this love in concentrated form).

So, eventually the Mario gang and the Bleck gang part ways (stay tuned for some writing about that, as the concept has burrowed into my brain). They finally find Culex and at first, they don't think it will be a huge ordeal. Sure, he's large, with chiseled abdominal muscles, long hair, the body of a lifeguard...well, at least, that's Mimi's first impression, before Nastasia elbows her in the gut and tells her to get her priorities straight. O'Chunks is less than impressed, stating that he encountered men twice his size on the bloodied battlefields of the Andaal plains. Dimentio, for once, is quiet, hanging back, observing the strange, billowing creature.

Of course, that initial hubris is quickly wiped away when Culex summons the elemental crystals, the first hit sending O'Chunks flying with a pitiful, "I might 've been wrong abou'im."

Mimi is enamored, and envious of, the elemental crystals, which hold far more power than her more pedestrian Rubees. But even she knows this isn't the time to barter and that this is a fight she won't win, same as Nastasia, who quickly comes to the conclusion that brainwashing is not going to work.

But Dimentio just floats forward, chuckling. "Elemental crystals," he sings, "how droll. Take away your little baubles and you are nothing but an echo, a parasite with no host."

"Dimentio, be serious!" Nastasia scolds, dodging around a deluge of small, sharpened petals.

"Oh, but I am, my dear Nassy," Dimentio replies, his voice muted by the translucent box he has conjured around himself. "He is nothing more than a puzzle piece escaped from the box. Destroy the crystals, destroy the spirit," he says with a lazy snap of fingers, a bright fireball exploding over a cerulean ice crystal.

"Certainly we have enough potions in our stores to create a counter-effect to each element? It is, after all, the most basic of magics."

"The most basic of magics," O'Chunks grumbles, limping over to join the others.

"A strong punch along the grain might also do the trick, for those of us more inclined to use brutish force over subtelty."

"I'll punch those crystals inta' next year.''

"That's the spirit, my large friend."

Suffice it to say that the Bleck gang makes short work of Culex at this point, and while his defeat does not end in his disintegration, his shield is now permanently destroyed, meaning that Bleck will be able to assimilate him into the rest of the Chaos Heart as he pushes forward with his plans to end all worlds.

Ironic, though, that Dimentio would see the flaw in Culix's plan in relying on the crystals as a shield. It would be the same mistake Dimentio himself would make in assuming the Pure Hearts could not be conjured more than once.

#hello there #ask legobiwan #culex #dimentio #o'chunks #mimi #nastasia #geno #spm #sm: rpg #this got out of hand but i kept getting IDEAS for tying the lore together

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Okay this time I’m actually requesting Mimi!

Could I possibly request Harry with a really insecure reader that had a rough childhood? Like they blame themselves for something that their parent did and Harry sees them in one of their breakdowns?

I’m kinda having similar problems rn and all I want is for Harry to comfort me😭

If this is too much I totally understand ❤️

I hope this one tries to meet your expectations, hope I didn't went too far with the trauma 💀

And I am really sorry it took me so long to post this.

Everything Is Going To Be Fine

Synopsis: One where Harry finds YN in one of her breakdowns

CW: Cheating, controlling parents, being forced to stay closeted.

More of my work

Harry's recent move to his new flat, came with both negative and positive attributes to it.

First the positives, he's now entitled to all his privacy as he should be, this place isn't a public affair, he's made good friends with his neighbour.

So good friends that it becomes negative. Well, least to say he's fallen in love. Why would be a negative thing one might ask? The woman he fell in love with is already married. It's a different story that she seems to be very unhappy, that doesn't change the fact he is basically a homewrecker now.

Or at least he thought he was. All three years of him living there, he found the beginning of this new year the hardest pill to swallow.

YN, is her name. An over working Doctor with a six month old, stuck in marriage whare she is just very unhappy; her words not his.

It didn't took her long to open upto him when he approached her with open arms of vulnerability. It barely took her a week to talk about how not satisfied she is with her life.

Her husband, Rohan is always on business trips, which is pretty self-explanatory as to what his business must be all about. YN on the other hand worked twice as hard to fend for herself, and now the newest member of her family.

He never knew she was pregnant until he started hearing cried and little noises next door. Sometimes at three in the morning.

Harry has just been so confused of her shutting him out all of a sudden. Now he hardly sees her around.

He's just so confused, he doesn't see her son around. Like ever!

Today though, he was hearing loud bickering booming through the thin walls. Once voice particularly belonged to YN and other he had no idea, but all he could make that there was another woman. Harry doesn't mean to listen to the argument but it was getting louder and louder, the voice traveling to the main door. The slammed shut and he could hear a male voice arguing back to her.

......................................................................

YN was having a bad week, thirty hour shift, eight hours before she has yet another twenty-four hour shift. Her first week back to work after her unexpected childbirth. Her mother coming over to drop her son off just for her to bicker with her daughter.

You see, YN never wanted to be become a doctor. She just wanted to get a corporate job and just live.

Neither she wanted to marry this soon. She was still in medical College when her parents lured her into their idea of her to get married. Well, long story short, she was married off to a closeted gay man.

Yeah, that's nasty!

Whilst homophobia is still a thing, YN was far more ahead of her family's mind set. Thanks to her career education, the traditions she grew up with failed to influence her. Whilst she had became good friends with her husband, it was a hard pill to swallow for her.

She had no idea about all this, up until the night she got married. She in fact started to fall for him. She experienced all of this first hand with career, so she had some empathy for the guy she was forcefully married so.

It took her long enough to realise his selfish agendas really. Six months into their marriage, he asked for their relationship (which has always been platonic from his end) to be an open one. Whilst Rohan was having multiple affairs with men all around London, he was still technically cheating on her, and she wasn't a saint herself.

YN had gotten over it long time ago. Well, she can't change anything. Her only option is to get a divorce which she was considering until she had a baby she didn't know she was going to have. It was going to be pain to get up on her feet, with bills, taxes, a student loan to be paid for, and a child to look after.

Well, one positive thing in her life has been her son, Niko. He's the light and joy for her after long tiring shifts at work. All that crying, pooping, peeing and puke, all those laughs and play time seemed worth it to her. That's the only thing she can have a choice on now, to be a good mother. But she has to leave him at either day care or at her mother's.

To cut to the chase, Niko isn't Rohan's child.

"This is why, I told you to talk your head. You can't satisfy your husband at least try to be your son!" Her mother accused her.

"Maa, if you don't want to look after him, then say so. I'll find other ways. You don't have to have a say in my marriage." YN warned her mother, trying her best not lash out.

It is not a secret to either of their parents that Rohan is having affairs. With whom it was still a mystery but they knew. It infuriated YN's mother, because she's apparently doing something wrong that her husband has to find ways to "satisfy his needs". It was their parents business inevitably as it was an old fashioned arranged marriage.

"You need to get your attitude fixed!" Her mother hissed at her, "what? Are you influence by those people?"

YN scoffed, "how did I had a baby if I was one of those people? I can't believe you Maa. Please just leave."

"Yeah, that isn't your husband's child, is he?" He mother finally confessed. "The father doesn't know about it, does he?"

"Wha- what makes you say that?" Rohan finally butted in.

"Why are you cheating on my daughter then?" YN's mum dead panned, "does it look like you even a bit? He doesn't even look like his mother for gods sake!"

"Enough Maa!" YN raised her voice, "you don't question the legitimacy of my son. It doesn't concern you one bit!"

"If, if you would have been a good wife then, then I wouldn't have said that." Her mother stuttered. YN looked at Rohan gor him to say something but he kept his mouth shut and walked to the nursery where Niko was fast asleep. "You should quit being a whore and sleep around with other men-"

"Get out." YN sighed, interrupting her mother.

"What?"

"I said get out, I don't want you here or in my life anymore!" YN raised her voice again. "I don't want you here anymore!"

"Have you no respect?" Her mother gasped, "I gave birth to you, brought you up, you're going to disrespect me like this?"

"When have you respected me?" YN couldn't help but cry in the moment, she's been bottling up her feelings for way too long, "you always signed me up things I never wanted to do! I never wanted to be a doctor, but I did anyway because I thought you'd be proud of me for at least one thing, you'll hug me finally. But you never did. You even managed to force me to get married to someone you found would be compatible for me." She laughed sarcastically, that's only way she can get a laugh anyway. She made her way to the door and opened it for her mother. "look where I ended up now! I don't want you to have a say in my life anymore."

"You need to learn to respect your elders and your husband, young lady!"

"He's Gay, maa!" She exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? All my life you've made decisions on my behalf, against my will. Now I won't let you do that anymore. Get out. Please."

"YN you're—"

"Leave, I said!" The last time YN yelled before her mother left. She went back and in dragged her husband out of the nursery room.

"Pack a bag and leave my house now." She told him.

"What?" Rohan scoffed in disbelief, "where am I supposed to go?"

"I don't know, I'll send you the divorce papers." She snapped, "to any of your little flings out there!"

"You're being completely unreasonable!" He raised his voice, "you know it's not safe for me for get a divorce. My parents are already suspicious of me being homosexual."

"I don't care."

"You're being homophobic here, YN. Come on, we can work it out. You can go back yo your lover whom you had that kid with. Isn't that his kid?"

"That kid is my son, keep him out of your filthy mouth, you asshole!" She raised her voice as well, "everytime you have a little inconvenience you put that label on me. I won't let you do that because I have been nothing but supportive you because I see people everyday. You have no fucking sympathy towards me, not even as a human let alone as your best friend I used to be! So now get out of my house."

"I pay half of the bills." Was his argument.

"And this place is mine, I'm paying the mortgage!" She screamed at him, "now get the fuck out of here before I-"

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands up in defeat just to see her all red, screaming with the TV remote in her hand.

YN hardly ever gets angry. She had learnt to suppress her feelings inside, bottle it up real good. But she snapped today.

"GET OUT!" she yelled at him again, waking her baby up by accident. Whilst Rohan just ran to the other room to gather his stuff YN made a run to the nursery room, which had also been her room since day one now.

She picked up her crying baby and tried to rock him back to sleep.

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Harry was growing worried as the time went on.

His mind and heart was next door whilst his physical self was in his own flat. He wasn't able to get over her, especially since she lives next door, especially when he can feel her presence around him. He knew there was something big she was hiding. Especially when she tried to approach him after not seeing him for four months.

It gave him weird heebie-jeebies inside his stomach.

He'd fallen in love with her. And she has fallen in love with him. They both confessed. Had little dates at his place whenever her schedule allowed. He cooked her all her favourite meals even when he didn't know how to make them, they danced in his kitchen, they watched The Notebook together a hundred times and cried every time. And they made love. Sometimes...

He scurried through his pile of laundry he haven't gotten to fold yet to look for his phone. When the screaming got louder and a baby started crying loudly. He dialled in YN's number to call her.

She didn't answer it.

He waited. He waited for next twenty minutes before he was heading out the door to find her husband leaving the flat with a suitcase. No questions asked the man just left.

Harry's heart dropped to his stomach right there. Did he break her marriage? Was he the reason for all the screaming and a baby crying?

He shouldn't have been involved in the first place. Fall for someone who's already committed.

Wasn't his fault entirely, he was still in wrong.

He carefully opened the door go inside. Everything was in it's place. Three plates of food left on the dining table, barely touched. And there he saw YN walking out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her carefully.

"YN, what happened I heard scream-" he was cut off when she threw herself into his arms and started sobbing uncontrollably into hus chest. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

Harry was in utter surprise there. His heart was thumping out of control in his chest as he held a shaking girl in his arms. Best he could do was lower both of them down to the floor. "Hey, hey YN do you want to talk to me? What happened, angel"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She kept chanting, "I'm sorry!"

"Do you want to tell me why you're sorry, love, hmm?" He carefully pulled her away to look at her puffy red eyes, "what happened, darling?" Holding onto her face in palm of his hands he swiped away the over flow of tears.

"I don't know, I'm sorry!" She cried, holding onto his hands.

"It's alright, yeah?" He pulled her in a hug again. He stayed there to let her just cry her heart out. After all he'd never seen her cry, apart from watching The Notebook. She didn't even cry telling him about her marriage. His Shirt was definitely damp from her tears. "Hey, you alright love?" He looked down, "you want to go sit on the sofa?"

Before letting her protest for anything he was getting both of them off of the cold floor and walking to the sofa. He make a quick run to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was still crying but not sobbing.

"This was all my fault, I am so sorry your sleep, sleep was disturbed." YN stuttered in a low voice.

Harry took away the glass of water from her as she scooted closer to her, knees touching together. "Wasn't asleep. What happened?"

"It's uhhhh... It's nothing really. It was my fault. Had an argument with, with my mother," she chocked on her words trying to get words out of her mouth, "and then with, with Rohan. And then Niko started crying... I just-" she let out another sob.

"Hey, no it's okay. It wasn't your fault." He assured her, grabbing onto her hands carefully. "I don't want you getting sick, my love. It's okay!"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"C'mere," he pulled her in his arms again, "my shirt is damp now." And he tried to joke but no reaction from her side, "how is Niko, hmm?"

"Good." Was her one word answer, before she pulled away from him to sit up straight. "I want to tell you something."

"Go on, I'm all ears." He looked at her, she was trying to not look at him. He was scared.

"Please tell me you won't be mad at me?" She asked, looking more scared that he was in the moment. "Please?"

"YN, I-" he sighed in defeat because he can't decide how he would feel, but to put her at ease, "okay."

"I didn't know about this, okay?" She started, "I promise I would have told you. I didn't know myself. Niko is yours."

And there it was nuclear bomb on emotions being dropped straight on his head.

"What?" Was all he could say.

"I can explain. Please, please don't be mad at me!" She begged before he could say anything else.

"How did you not know?" He was in disbelief.

"I don't know." She shook her head, "trust me please, he is yours, I, I wasn't sleeping with anyone but you and I didn't know that I was pregnant, I, I fell down the stairs at, at work and next thing I knew they were telling me I'm pregnant because I was having a load of pain in my stomach and, and I was bleeding heavily I, I didn't know what to do and then I went into cardiac arrest after, after he was out I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Harry, I'm sorry, please trust me, please-"

"Hey, look at me." He stopped her before she went back into panic, "I trust you, okay? I don't want you to panic, alright? Need you to tell me everything. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"Mhmm, promise, my love." He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, "can I see him?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded her head jerkingly. Grabbing his hand she walked them to her bedroom.

There he was, fast asleep. All swaddled up in his little by her bed. A little beanie with cat ears on his head.

"He's so precious!" Harry whispered quietly to himself.

YN wanted to cry all over again. It was all true. Sleep deprived she was going back to her office with a cup of overfilled coffee up, dropping half of it has she walked down the stairs. Slipping on the coffee on the stairs she fell flat on her ass, hitting her head on the wall. Causing her to feel a shooting pain down and back and through her pelvic floor. Luckily a nurse saw her and escorted her to the ER then and there.

In that moment YN was grateful, she worked there. She could feel herself bleeding and intense cramp building up within half an hour. The nurse, who was also her friend has examined her, ordering an ultrasound stat. Because she was bleeding out so badly. That's how YN found out she was pregnant.

Niko was predicted to be about three and half weeks premature. They had to keep him in the NICU for three months and her for more two and half months. She had more than a bump on her forehead.

"Can I hold him?" YN froze into her place behind him. She didn't had the heart to tell him that the little boy would wake up inevitably and cry the whole time. "Would he wake up?"

"Yeah."

"It's okay, don't want him crying and making himself miserable." He looked back at the boy, the pad of his thumb running feathery touches on the baby's soft cheeks. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you, YN."

"You didn't know, I didn't tell you." YN carefully sat next to him on the edge of her bed. "I should be sorry here."

"No-" he stopped as he heard Niko fuss for a second, "let's go out and talk, yeah?"

"Hmm." She followed him out. "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry." He warned her, "you didn't not mean to hide it. We've been around each other for three years now YN, I've gotten to know you very well!"

"This isn't fair for you. I should have told you months ago, after I was out of the hospital." She shared, "I take the blame, I just didn't know how to say this to you, I wasn't in right mindset. I'm still not and I could have told you this in a better way, I was scared. I'm sure you're upset and mad at me, I'm sorry!"

"Am I upset? Yes. But with you? No, not at all, I'm upset at the situation which is right now. I love you, remember?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "I don't know what to do now. I'm sorry!"

"Hey, first of all I want you to stop saying sorry, okay?" He said firmly, "and we'll figure it out. Does, does your husband know about this?"

"Mhmm, he doesn't care." She held back a cry as she looked at him directly in his eyes, "I've asked him to sign the divorce papers many times but he just won't. I just don't know what to do anymore! I'm so tired of everything!"

"Like I said, we'll figure it out, yeah?" He assured her, "we'll do it together, I promise! I'm just shocked why wouldn't he care?"

"He's gay, Harry." She blurted out, "he said yes to marry me because he can't come out to his parents. His family back home... He'll be in so much trouble. It's life or death situation for him, he married me just to use me. I never wanted to marry this soon."

"This is so wrong." He ran a heavy hand through his hair, "this is so wrong!"

"I know." She nodded. But her demeanor changed, "oh my god, I blurted that out in front of my mum. On my god!"

"Hey, hey love. Look at me." He stopped her then and there, "everything is going to be fine."

YN had known Harry for well over three years now, he doesn't hold grudges against people. This time perhaps, she think he might. She sort of hid his child away from him.

Yeah, be was stuck in the hospital for well about three months, but she wasted three out. He missed out so much of the little boy's life already.

As far as she knew and experienced first hand whilst her residency, that almost all of the parents cherish these moments. YN felt so guilty of it. But she was scared.

She was scared because she thought there'd be chances Harry might fight gor custody. To which he has full rights to. He can still do that, but at least she out of the emotionally draining marriage and be there for someone who came out of literally nowhere.

YN knew all along she doesn't want to have any kids of her own, because she doesn't want to put another life through hell her parents put her through. Not even unknowingly. But did she had much choice though?

Yeah, she could have opted for adoption then and there, but she feared Harry. He's got the money, he can hire the best lawyer out there and drag her to the court. If he was evil enough to do so. But who knows? He might be that evil. She's had no good experience dealing with people to trust anyone so blindly, ever!

She was pulled out of her brain going through shit storm when she felt his hands slipping away from hers. "No, please don't go!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He assured her, "just gonna go lock up my door first, yeah? I'll be back in a minute. I want you to go lie in bed, okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded in agreement.

Maybe she'll have to trust someone for this last time. He'll come around, right?

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"Look at him. He's a fast learner, isn't he?" Harry chuckled watching Niko waddle down to the shore. "Just like his Mumma."

A sunny day in California. The Styles family on a vacation. Niko has just learnt to walk at eleven months old.

They have started to get their lives together. Now they live together in London, building up a new home, healing up together, raising Niko together.

"Go after him!" YN pushed him as the baby dressed in nothing but a diaper basically waddle running towards the shore, closer and closer.

"Where do you think you're going?" Harry scooped up the chubby baby throwing him over his one shoulder. "Do you want to go in the water? It'll be safer with Papa with you, wouldn't it? You can go venture around when you're old enough..."

She watched them play in the water. The game was running towards the waves as they retract to the ocean and running back away from it as they come gushing back out. Niko was laughing his heart out clung to his dad like a baby monkey.

Well, maybe they're both monkeys afterall. The little lad has gotten to be like his father the more time they spend together. He gets himself into things he shouldn't, just yet.

All in all, Harry turned to be the nice one.

He said he'd never held any grudge against her for basically hiding Niko from him. He's healing too and he's forgiven her; that's what he said to her. Maybe she needs time to forgive herself for that.

She signed herself up for therapy the very next day, it has been working wonders for her. She got out of her marriage. Everything is starting to be fine.

She just needs forgive herself.

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N O T E:

Pls forgive me if this sucked. I've been going through another writers block and I have a load of shite going on in my life rn. It's hard to deal with (That's what she said!).

Pls, pls lemme know how you liked it. And I promise I'll get to your requests ASAP as possible.

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personasintro · 1 year

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Mimi!?!? Have some mercy on your precious readers!?!? I don't even know where to start. The last scene in mutual help left me laughing, squealing and crying. The way last scene was getting so much intense and more intense after each paragraph, that it made me grip the edges of my bed for my dear life.

Y/n is definitely falling in love but she is just naming that thing as "jealousy" and not accepting it, maybe she doesn't know she is in love? (i can understand her though, she has never been in love right?). It was clear from the way her heart clenched in pain when jungkook said he will definitely go to ester if he needs some...yk. she is very confused and angry at herself right now which i can totally understand.

About jungkook, I'm pretty sure he knows what he's feeling. But i don't know if he's in love or if he's only feeling jealous and possessive of her. But his words like "You are driving me insane" and when she asked what's wrong, his thought of "many things" left me in deep thoughts.

They both were letting their frustration and anger out on each other in the last scene. I felt really bad for them because they let their anger, jealousy and lust took over and didn't talk about the big elephant in the room. Despite communication being the best asset in their "friends" relationship. And i was also feeling very sad about them not having a single proper kiss in the whole scene :( I just wish they will soon talk their problems out with each other.

Anyways, again I'm very much impressed with your writing skills Mimi. This chapter was worth the wait and it's really going to be in the list of my favourite chapters from mutual help. Sorry if I wrote a really long ask (message :p). Take care, rest well and eat well🤍🤍 love you a lot💕💕

It’s interesting how everyone sees their reactions differently 🫣 well I won’t go around and explain it any more because it always brings a lot of frustration from readers and we don’t need to fight or argue before holidays 🤭 we can all agree things got out of hands and all we can hope is that they’ll sort it out and won’t ruin what they have 🥲 #55 is full of answers and I hope everyone’s gonna enjoy it regardless of what happens there! 🫢

Thank you for reading this chapter, very happy you enjoyed it! 🫶💘

#ask #ask: mutual help

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countessqin · 9 months

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Long time no see

Character: Jing Yuan x fem!reader (romantically)

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[Author Notes]

- Well, I started this piece on 11th of July, wrote most part of it, then burned out/lost inspiration and finished only today on 5th of September, so apologies if it stopped making any sense at some point. And apologies for typos and mistakes if there is any of them. (new uni year started and I'm a bit busy now... God, wanna my summer vacation back). - I got inspo for this story while listening to Lindsey Stirling's "Sleepwalking" (I love violins! I wish I learned how to play them) - What have happened prior to this story is up to you and your imagination! - You can find masterlist for honkai star rail here (^-^)/♡, and general masterlist here (^-^)/♡

Thank you for reading, have a nice day/evening!

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What are our dreams? Are they just bunch of nonsense? Our thoughts, fears, hopes? Memories that belong to someone other then ourselves? Or some guidance? Or maybe it the way of someone or something to communicate with us?

- And that's how my journey there went, - h/c female said, - what do you think about it, General?

E/c lady looked at her companion. His golden eyes were looking at her, and warm smile was playing on his lips.

- Quite interesting. Maybe, I should retire and become a traveler myself? Visiting different places is quite fascinating experience.

[Name] smiled at what she heard and poured another cup of tea for her and Jing Yuan. Couple was sitting in the garden of the [Last Name] Estate, located in the Northern part of the Luofu.

The atmosphere was peaceful, and a sound of violin could be heard, a song was playing on the background.

- It's me who is always talking, - [Name] suddenly said, - don't you get bored?

Jing Yuan chuckled:

- What if I tell you that I love your voice? Would you believe me?

[Name] smiled and rolled her eyes.

- What a smooth talker you are, - she said

- Maybe, but I am stating the truth. I love your voice and... I miss you

After these words the atmosphere became a bit heavy.

- I miss you too, Jing Yuan,- [Name] said while looking at her cup of tea,- I miss you and Mimi, and also Madam Yukong and Yanqing and our gatherings with the cup of tea and shopping sprees... but... I-

[Name] felt tears forming in her eyes, so she turned away while trying to hold them. Jing Yuan sighed and went closer to e/c girl. He sat next to her and took her chin in his hand, making [Name] look at him. Then General gently smiled and wiped away tears from his companion's face.

- shh it's okay,- he said, now taking [Name]'s hands in his own,- one person told me, that we will meet again, and made a promise to me to do so. And I believe her. I am ready to wait for her...even if it will take eternity. So please, don't cry, okay?

[Name] raised her head and looked at golden eyes that she held dear. A distant memory played before her.

"It's okay, Jing Yuan. I promise you we will meet again! Even if I won't remember you, I still will meet you! No, let me put it this way, I will never forget you, and we will meet again! I will do everything that is within my power to do so... I promise!"

Seeing that girl before him stopped crying Jing Yuan mentally sighed. It was the last thing he wanted to see, his beloved crying...

- Yeah you right,- [Name] said,- I promised that and I intend to keep my promise

Come to thing about it, it have been a long time since he saw her this sad. After all, each day they met here, in [Last Name] Estate, at the North of Luofu... in this dreamland and e/c girl was sharing some stories, talking to him. Many things would say that it's just some kind of obsession or that the General just need more time to put up with what have happened but who would have though that-

Few days later

Artificial sun was shining brightly, while small early-spring wind was cooling the temperature down a bit. The General was taking a stroll at the Central Starskiff Haven, and was approaching "Sleepless Earl" teahouse for daily cup of tea. It was quite crowded today, but Jing Yuan still found a free table in quiet corner to sit. After ordering his tea, General listened to the story, the storyteller was sharing today.

"And so, Lady Ming became the advisor of the his Highness, Prince Zhou..."

- My apologies, is this seat free? ,- a female voice asked,- If yes, may I sit here?

The last question brought the General back from his daydreaming. He slightly shook his head to send sleepiness away. He raised his head to look at the source of voice, and said with closed eyed kind smile:

- Why? Yes of course you may

- Thank you, Jing Yuan,- the female voice said. After hearing the response Jing Yuan opened his eyes. People of the Luofu respected him and never addressed him just as "Jing Yuan" but as "General Jing Yuan". When he saw the figure sitting across him, he felt his heart skipped a heartbeat, and began beating faster. The (h/c) young lady, with (e/c) eyes was sitting across him. Even though many many years passed, she didn't change. She was still looking as beautiful and kind as before.

- Long time no see, Jing Yuan,- girl said with warm smile,- I ,- girl hadn't had an opportunity to finish sentence, cause she got into tight embrace. She felt that arms around her were hugging so tightly as if she would disappear any moment. Girl gladly returned hug.

- I missed you,- [Name] heard her lover said before he buried his head in crock of her neck. (H/c) girl signed and patted Jing Yuan's head, tears forming in her eyes

- Yeah, yeah, I-I know. But don't worry, now-now I won't go anywhere, I promise.

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#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail jing yuan #hsr jing yuan #qin's stories~#legends of trailblazer~

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Heeyy Zoey

I'm not a requesting person, but this week has been so hard for me. I had a problem at work, even my boss got mad at me, and now I'm really considering quitting, I even had and anxiety attack because of it ☹️ and then today my cat got lost and I found her some hours later but she was all bloodied, I think she got attacked. (Sorry for dumping all this on you). So anyway, think you could write some drama (I love drama) with Tech for me? (Of course happy ending).

Your writing always cheers me up and I know this one won't be an exception 🥺

Thank you in advance love ❤️😘

(and again sorry for dumping all my problems in here 🤯)

Hey Mimi! I'm so sorry you had to go through this. So sorry for your cat too. How is she doing now? I hope she's getting better fast! That's okay don't apologize for it :) I don't mind. Drama with Tech? You didn't say what kind of Drama so I hope me making some drama up is okay ^^' I made it a somewhat soft drama, hope that's okay :)

Tech x fem!reader short Fluff Onehsot - Little Secrets

Warnings: Angsty /Hurt / Frustration /Fluff

What a shitty day! Nothing's working. The caf machine is broken, your favorite shirt got shrinked in the dryer, your lucky bracelet was missing and now it seems like you somehow broke your blaster.

But none of the above was the main reason for you to feel so shitty, it was just adding to that stupid low feeling you had. For at least two weeks now, Tech was barely looking at you, much less talking. And you had no idea why. When you asked Hunter he didn't wanna tell you. "You better ask him yourself"

The guys were off for another mission, as much as you knew. You stayed behind this time. You told Hunter you didn't feel well. It wasn't a lie nor was it the truth.

With a curse you kicked the metal table on which the caf machine stood and of course hurt your toe.

"What's the matter?"

You wheeled around, startled. Tech was standing in the dorway to the tiny kitchen, looking at you, concerned. Standing in the doorframe just udnerlined how tall he was.

"Since when do you talk to me again?", you rumbled, pouting.

His brows rose up as he said, "Why would you think I'm not talking with you?"

You sat down at the table and said, "Because you didn't. For at least two weeks you were avoiding me, not even looking at me, much less talking"

You can see him gulp and his eyes nervously search the room to avoid your gaze again. With a sigh you ask, "You really want to know what's the matter?"

Tech nodded, slowly came closer and sat down across from you on the chair at the table.

"My favorite shirt is ruined because some idiot changed the programm of the dryer. My lucky bracelet is gone somehow, the caf machine is broken and my blaster is somehow broken too"

Tech's gaze fell on the table on your blaster.

"You are aware that this isn't the ammunition magazin for your blaster?"

You looked at the blaster and the magazin right next to it.

"Well", you said quietly "That explains a few things. But where is mine?"

Tech shrugged and said, "I don't know but I can help you look for it, along with your bracelet. After I repaired the caf machine"

"Why did you stay behind?", you asked hestiantly.

Tech didn't look up as he dismantled the caf machine and answered, "Hunter mentioned you weren't feeling well. The mission is a non dangerous one and I'm not really needed. So I thought I stay behind. Someone should keep an eye on you"

You feel warmth spread in your chest but you are skeptical too.

"Why would you avoid me so long and now you want to keep an eye on me?"

Tech didn't answer right away, instead he said, "Try the caf machine again"

You did and it worked, right away. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

"Thanks Tech"

"Any time"

"But you didn't answer me yet"

He froze for a moment.

"I'm the idiot who ruined your shirt!", he blurted out.

You looked at him, puzzled.

"What?"

Tech sighed and said, "I didn't know your shirt was among the things in the dryer when I put in my work clothes. I'm so sorry! I should have said something earlier"

You couldn't help but chuckle. Somehow this statement was a relieve.

"That's why you avoided me?"

Tech's cheeks flushed a little.

"It was one of the reasons, yes"

You frowned.

"What were the other reasons?"

"Promise me you won't get mad"

You blinked surprised, but finally nodded.

"Okay, I won't get mad"

Tech sighed and said, "It's really stupid. Especially considering that I am actually the most rational and intelligent one in this group. But, I have a crush on you. I wanted to have something of you with me. But I didn't dare to approach you about it or ask for a personal item."

Tech rubbed his face with both hands and sighed again.

"I'm so embarrassed. And I'm really incredibly sorry. I took your bracelet. I always had it with me, the las week. When you began to look for it everywhere I started to panic "

He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out the bracelet, placing it carefully on the table in front of you.

You looked at the bracelet and then up into his face. He looked at you like a beaten dog. He was really very uncomfortable.

"You got a crush on me?"

He nodded.

You didn't tell him right away that you had a crush on him too.

You couldn't help it. You had to laugh.

"I thought I did something wrong. I thought you didn't like me anymore and then all the other things didn't work out and I was so frustrated. And now you're telling me this"

Tech shifted uneasily in his chair.

"I know that was stupid. I'm sorry."

"Tech."

" Yes?"

"It's okay. I'm not angry. I'm very relieved"

Tech blinked.

"Really?"

You nodded and reached for his hand that was on the table. He gently returned the pressure of your fingers with his. A small smile appeared on his face.

"Let me make it up to you."

"You don't have to, Tech."

"Yes, I do, please. At least let me make you breakfast. I know a really good pancake recipe."

With a smile, you said, "Okay. Pancakes sound wonderful."

You got up and followed him to the kitchen counter where he began to prepare the food.

"Oh Tech?"

"Yes?"

"I have a crush on you too."

He froze in his movement, then very slowly turned around to face you.

"Are you really serious?"

You nodded with a small smile. And as you stood on your tiptoes he automatically leaned towards you until your lips gently touched.

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