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ughgoaway · 5 months

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also omg?¿ you've probably seen the clips of matty completely breaking character upon seeing gabbriette in the front row (😭😭) like stop i literally cannot take how cute they are but....... its giving spotting teacher reader in the crowd and the way he just m e l t s entirely (the band teasing him after and even annie jumping in oh bye!!)

(he can't help but keep looking your way and the way he absolutely can't stop his smile from growing oh its so bad i fear...)

- (bff anon also needs to learn to stfu)

(THIS IS SO LATE I APOLOGISE BESTIE)

(its also not proofread so apologies for that too)

omg yes I literally must've watched those clips about 20 times over, every new angle that pops up I am LOOKING.

okay, okay, I'm imagining this is after you're already together and have been for a little bit. Obviously, you can't go on tour with him because you do have a job, and matty is MOPEY.

like he just won't stop waiting by the phone for you to text him. Anytime anyone's phone goes off, matty is jumping to his phone to check if it's you. Time difference makes it difficult, but you facetime and text as much as humanly possible.

even just little updates throughout the day, "the staff room had run out of tea bags. call the police." or "I know I shouldn't say this about a student, but ohmygod, timmy o'donnel might be the dumbest kid I've ever worked with. he'd 6, and he STILL spells his name with just one m. HOW!??!?"

sometimes, matty can't respond straight away (much to his disappointment), but when he gets back from sound check to see a text from you? my man is SWOONING. the boys all make fun of him for how giddy he gets, "dude you're like a teenage girl in a movie kicking her legs in bed and twirling the chord around her finger" "shut up"

It's not term time (do other countries call it that? like school time?? idk), so Annie is with Matty, but you're still in work on staff training days. the most boring days according to you

"I mean kids are hard work, but so is having to sit in a room with Mr. Smith for 5 hours as he tries to flirt with me" (needless to say, Matty is NOT a fan of Mr. Smith after this comment, but you assure him that no one could ever get you away from him, and you then tease him about the pink dusting on his cheeks when he hears that)

so one day, when Matty doesn't get a good morning text from you, his heart breaks a little, but he figured you had just woken up late and forgotten. but then lunch rolls around, and usually you Facetime and chat while you're on break, but still, radio silence.

he's worried, are you mad at him? Did he say something wrong? he messages asking if you're okay, but 5 minutes before he's due on stage, there's still no response. To say he's sad is an understatement. Everyone knows to give him a little space today because he is out of sorts.

but also, they know you're coming. you managed to convince your boss that you're sick (think mean girls "*cough cough" I'm sick") and sneak away to come to the Paris show. You had told the boys your plan, expecting some pushback or judgment. But, you got a unanimous "thank god" message because if they had to deal with matty missing you for one more day, they'd fly you out themselves.

you meet Mark outside, and he gets you in and has a spot at the front of the pit waiting for you. you are buzzing to see Matty, and you can't wait until he notices you in the crowd. You're wearing merch that you stole from his drawer, so you're hoping that will catch his eye.

matty gets on stage and distracts himself from thinking of you the whole show. The crowd is crazy tonight, and it's giving him the energy he needs. you're on Ross' side, and he clocks you immediately, waiting until Matty isn't looking when he waves at you sneakily.

the girls around you scream and swoon because who wouldn't when Ross waves at them? you giggle and wave back, but your eyes are immediately drawn back to Matty.

ever since that first concert, your eyes have been drawn to Matty, and seeing them live means so much more to you after that show. seeing it just brings you back to the night of your first kiss (working on this fic btw) and you feel giddy at the sight of him all smiley and dancey.

the good crowd and the sight of annie dancing around at the side of the stage keep matty pretty distracted, so for a good few songs, he doesn't notice you. but when he finally does? it's obviously to everyone in that room that he is looking at something he loves.

he is doing his usual stage antics but stops on the spot and does a double take when he sees you. you can hear the smile in his voice as he sings, but considering how wide it is on his face, you've sure the entire venue could see it anyway.

he finishes the song, doing his best to connect with the whole crowd, but he can not stop his eyes from drifting over to you. by the end of the song, he mouths to you, "I love you," whilst laughing in disbelief, and you just giggle and teasingly wave at him.

now does he call it out on stage??? perhaps... I think if he does he doesn't point you out or say your name he simply says, "I've just spotted by girlfriend in the audience, she's totally surprised me by being here so if the rest of the show is shit- you all know why"

I like to think the fans know matty has a gf but nothing else, no name or what you look like. because you're a non celeb, and he doesn't want you to have to deal with everything he does, and you don't mind either. any way you can stay out of the daily mail you're happy with

the show finishes, and it's not shit like matty said it's amazing as always. you get ushered off just before it ends to stand side stage waiting for matty.

you greet Annie when you get up there though, she's ecstatic to see you and asks whether you're staying, and you tell her you're there for the whole weekend and she shrieks and hugs you again and again. before the boys come off stage, someone comes and grabs Annie to wait in the green room. It's what's safest when there's so much commotion and movement.

she wanders off just as the boys come off stage, and you are immediately engulfed with just matty.

he hugs you, initially holding you tight and burrowing his face into your neck. He smells vaguely of sweat, wine, and cigs but somehow still smelt good.

he pulls back and hold you face between his hands, staring at you and flicking his eyes all over your face as if to confirm it's really you.

Once they hit your lips, he seems to remember he hasn't kissed you yet, so without a second thought, he pulls you in for a passionate kiss. you immediately moan at the contact, and matty uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. your hands rake through his sweaty curls.

a wolf whistle from Ross breaks you apart, and you immediately go red and hide in mattys shoulder, he's of course, unashamed and simply throws Ross a wink, which makes everyone around you burst out laughing.

about an hour later, you're all sat in the green room, and the teasing begins;

"mate you should've seen your face I thought you were about to faint"

"I don't think I've seen your eyes go that wide since Sarah Marshall flashed you her tits at your 18th" (George covers Annie's ears as he shares this anecdote, much to her annoyance)

"I'm surprised you remembered the lyrics after that. You forget them at the best of times"

"OKAY, OKAY, let's all calm down, enough of the teasing, please," matty begs

"You did look very funny though daddy" annie says with a giggle fiddling with ross' hair as she sits in his lap.

everyone laughed at Annie's comment and she lit right up, matty however groaned and burrowed his head into your chest, you teasingly said "there there, it's so hard being a simp I know baby" whilst petting his head.

the laughter continues, and he pulls back with a gasp, open-mouthed at your cheeky comment. but he soon settles back on the sofa and pulls you into his side, and before long, Annie comes running over and burrows herself in between the two of you.

both you and annie fall asleep on the sofa, and matty sneaks a picture before he wakes you up to go to the hotel.

it's his background for the next 6 months.

(also bff, never stfu I literally love you)

blurb masterlist here :)

#this has been in my drafts for a minute #oopsie #but yes simp matty supremacy.#he loves his girl... so what????#annie would so take the piss of him bc she loves how it makes her uncles giggle #sometimes they feed her lines #teacher au!#anon!#bff anon <33333

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for rolling my eyes at my colleague and complaining about her?

I (20F) am a cleaner at a restaurant. I do a 5am -> 9am shift where I am responsible for cleaning everywhere besides the kitchen, which has its own team to do it. I currently have 3 colleagues who do the same job as me, one of whom is on holiday, so it's me and 2 other people, who we will call Carol (late 50s/early 60sF) and Lucy (30F). We split up the restaurant between us and help the others if we finish early. We alternate who does what. This morning, I had to do the indoor seating area and corridors, Lucy was doing the outside seating and bar, and Carol was doing the toilets.

Carol told us at the start of the shift that she had to leave at 8:50 because she had an dentists appointment, and Lucy and I were like "yeah dw about it". It was a routine checkup, it was just the only time slot she could get, she wasn't in pain.

My section was pretty clean to begin with so I got it done quite quickly (in like 1 1/2 hours). I said I'd do some of the toilets so that Carol could leave when she needed to. So I did the disabled toilets, and the ones in the bar, while Carol only had to do the big main ones.

At 8:50 Carol leaves, and as she's clocking out she tells me "Oh btw I've not mopped the women's toilet or cleaned the mirrors".

She had been in there for 3 1/2 hours. During our break she said they were pretty clean already and was happy for an easy morning. Idk what the fuck she was doing in there for 3 hours that wasn't mopping or cleaning the mirrors, because they are 2 pretty important steps in cleaning a bathroom. It does not take 3 hours to half clean a bathroom, especially not for an experienced cleaner like Carol, who's been a cleaner since she left school about 40 years ago.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and say "seriously?" Carol glared at me, said that I needed to "watch the attitude", and left. I had to stay 40 mins past when I should have left to finish the stuff Carol didn't do.

I was complaining about this to Lucy on the way back, she's my carpool and she had to stay late too because of this, and she said I was being unfair, because Carol is older and I can do things faster than her. I pointed out that Carol is not a pensioner and can move very fast when she feels like it. Lucy sort of shrugged, but it was clear that she thought I was being a dick.

Aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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penvisions · 8 months

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return the favor {chapter 16}

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: It takes some adjustment for your little trio to get back onto the road. Supplies are the priority in wake of losing everything that had been gathered in Lincoln with the weather progressing into colder temperatures. Some rules are established.

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: racism, racial slurs, targeted words, description of injuries, mentions of past suicide attempt (fleeting), canon typical death, canon typical violence, canon typical gore, clickers, infected, small horde of them doin' the damn thing, brief illusion to child loss, mentions of loss of a loved one, arson, destruction of property, language, ellie isn't the one cussing every other word in this chapter, kissing, sexual content, teasing

A/N: this chapter contains sensitive content, i've taken real life interactions and put them here to help myself overcome them though they happened long ago and to help establish the character of reader a little bit more personality wise. i've also gotten zero notes or interaction on the last chapter so i'm thinking of taking a bit of a break with this fic, it's not what's in right now and its certainly not smutty enough to garner attention, so idk might continue to write it for myself and maybe post it when it's complete as a whole.

ao3 link || series masterlist || main masterlist

The sunlight was warm on your skin, but you could tell that it was waning as the days continued to get shorter and shorter. Autumn was beginning to come to an end, you would need to get Joel and Ellie more layers. You were the only one with a fully loaded pack at this point and while you had enough of the emergency supplies all three of you might need warmer clothing as the weather got colder and inclement would be important.

You were seated outside of the motel or apartment complex, you were still unclear on the origins of the building you had all sought shelter in late last night. Just wanting to find a place to hunker down in after a hectic turn of events. A smushed cigarette was between your fingers, the nicotine helping to calm you after the rather…jarring events of earlier this morning.

You were gazing out into the horizon, eyes blurred as you realized the direction of where home once was. It was only a state away, the other only two. It was the closest you’d been since fleeing both of them and you felt the pull of a cabin deep in the woods that you had burnt down to prevent anyone else from being in the space, of it being taken advantage of. It would always be his place, your place. You hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of someone else stumbling upon it and being in your living room, in your kitchen, in his shop, his stables, in the garden you both cultivated, in the bedroom you both had shared. In the room that had a handmade crib and handmade blankets…

The sound of a shovel scraping was loud, breaking the chain of thoughts that were pulling you down into a place you would rather not be. Your eyes snapped back to focus and you looked out over across the wide street. There was an open field where Joel was standing, he was still now though, the shovel pushed into the give of the dirt he had just placed and leveled over two fresh graves. He was leaning on it, head bowed down as he stared at the freshly dug up earth that had been packed down carefully over two bodies of your companions.

Your finger burned where the forgotten, crude cigarette was resting. The tobacco and paper burned down low, and the ash had smarted against your skin. You quickly took the last drag of it and snubbed it out on the ground beside you.

His hair ruffled in the breeze that swept through the air. It was cold, bringing goosebumps up across your exposed skin. You pushed yourself up from the ground, dirt gritting underneath your boots as you carefully did so. Your left arm was held against your chest, a makeshift splint holding your arm straight aside from the curve of your elbow as it was held stationary by the sling you had placed it in. You felt lousy, a combination of the antibiotics you were adamant about keeping up with to stave off infection, hardly any sleep the previous night, the injury that was throbbing underneath fresh stitches, and the jarring events of the morning. Your arm was stinging around the stitches and on the underside where a deep scar ran. Though you were sure only one of the pains were real, the other a manifestation of your swirling emotions.

You crossed the distance, glancing back at the relative safety of the second room you and Joel had cleared for Ellie to lay down in. She had shaken and sobbed until Joel had carried her from the tainted space of the first room and laid her down atop a dusty bed with no words. One of his large hands had lingered along her arm, offering her comfort the only way he could muster up. But the bond between them that had been slowly developing had bloomed and you were sure he would look after from here on vehemently with purpose instead of obligation. You had sat with her for a moment, but she had quietly asked you to leave and you had respected her enough to do so.

“Joel.” You called out as you came up to him, good hand coming up to brush the slightly sweaty curls from his forehead. He didn’t shy away from your touch, something that made your stomach flutter. That he was allowing you to casually touch him was not lost on you. The bond you two were forming was a dangerous and heady one, it would need to be reigned in lest either of you lose yourselves in it and forfeit focus on the long road ahead. You sighed, shoulders pulling with the deep breath.

Your fingers traced a discolored scar, the same one Ellie had innocently asked after what seemed like so long ago. The reality was that it was only a fortnight ago, and you were all still so new to each other and the journey was just beginning on the outskirts of Boston. Previous lives, feelings, and memories all a mystery that sometimes begged to discovered. All a mystery that begged to be forgotten. But this one thing, you needed to know if you shared it with him. If your hearts were painted with the same shades.

He inclined his head to look down into your eyes and you hoped this wouldn’t scare him off.

“We’ve both been there...”

He sucked in a deep breath, his chest heaving with the action, though he didn’t break the connection of your gaze by looking away. His eyes filled with a swirl of complex emotions you knew were mirrored in your own. He removed one hand from the shovel and brought it up to brush the underside of your slung up arm, gentle. He knew the scar in the skin there as well as you knew the one along his temple. Self-inflicted.

“Yes, we have. But we’re here, right now.”

His hand moved to wrap around your ribs and tugged you into a loose embrace. You tipped your chin up in a silent request and he dipped down to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The storefront looked decrepit, but at least none of the windows were broken. The sign had long fallen and was rusted on the walk that led up to the barricaded doors.

“If there’s any place to hunker down, an outdoors supply one is a pretty good move.” Joel mumbled behind you, watching as you took the machete from the strap on your pack. You swung the blade effortlessly, the sling seemingly not an issue as you did so, the motions fluid.

“Yeah, but a lot of people must’ve had the same thought. I’m surprised the windows are still up, that would mean whoever hunkered down in there…might still be there in one state or another.” It was a miracle that the building was a standalone. It was a larger one, one of the outer sides of it covered in what were once beautiful glass panels that were now coated in dust and grime. Through them you could spy the set up of wall climbing mounts and equipment.

“Good thing, you’re letting me clear it before we all go in there.”

“Nah, good thing we’re clearing it.”

You ignored the deadpan stare aimed in your direction.

Ellie was silent and waiting in a car relatively close by, her gun in her hand and left with instructions to stay where she was and shoot only if someone tried to come at her or grab her. You followed Joel’s lead to the side entrance to the building. A long-ago emergency exit that would allow for easier access into the building than the double doors of the entrance or back entrance.

The inside was a mess, low shelves all over the place, a few taller ones that must’ve held larger camping equipment at one point. There were piles of clothing left, though only the better-quality pieces were still salvageable. Moths and bugs having eaten away at the fabric make up of most of them that hadn’t been picked over and taken. You had your machete held up in front of you, ready to take out any threat that may be lurking in the large space. Joel was leading the way, his back broad and strong in front of you.

Eyes flitting around and then back to him every few seconds. It was going to take some adjustment to get used to using only one arm, for however long it took the bone in your other one to set and then heal. If you had to give a healthy guess, you estimated about two months. Traveling this way, things were bound to happen and the inability to fully rest it would affect the process. You were positive some conflict would further the process should you come into contact with anyone else or any Infected.

With the store room and the back room cleared, you made your way over to the bathrooms. It was a long shot that they contained one of those machines that dispensed tampons and pads for a few coins, an even longer shot that it was still stocked with anything. But you were in desperate need of something, if the cramps low in your abdomen and lower back were any indication.

You carefully opened the door to the bathroom, the door creaking slightly with the effort it took to unstick the hinges. Rust had collected on them and you were surprised they were mostly intact. The door however decided that little bit of movement after being stationary for so long was the last of its life and it crashed to the floor with a loud bang. The metal of the door sending a chill through your entire body and a weird taste to fill your mouth at the sound of the hinges groaning before shattering.

You turned to look over in Joel’s direction, the man across the entire store. The curls atop his head were barely visible as he crouched in wake of the sudden disturbance of silence. You raised your hand up, letting him know you were alright and he stood up from his crouch. You didn’t verbally say anything, either of you. Urging your body to stay completely still with baited breath as you waited to see if it prompted anything or anyone to come out from the back room or the bathroom you had exposed.

It remained silent, the echo of the door fading.

A thumbs up from both of you was shared and you began to make your way into room. You stopped in your tracks, a tall figure covered in sprouting cordyceps was just inside the bend into the space where the stalls were. Its back was to you, head aimed down as it breathed heavily, as if just having gotten jolted back into awareness. You took a few careful steps back, barely making it around the corner when it whirled around, quiet clicking beginning to fill your ears. It a panicked move, you turned a little too quickly and your boot scuffed the floor. The figure flung itself around the corner and you broke into a scramble.

The clicker gave chase way too quickly, your thighs burned with the effort to keep ahead of it. You were tearing around a tall aisle of shelves when you found Joel. He was across the large front room, gun still in his hand even as he knew it was clear. He was rummaging through something behind the front counter where the checkout used to be. His right side was the one exposed to the rest of the space. But as your fast footsteps echoed around the high ceilings, his head popped up and he watched with a grim expression as you tore through the space and toward him. When the clicker appeared behind you in a rage, his eyebrows rose into his hairline before he schooled his expression into one of focus and concentration. He was making his way along the enclosed space of the counter, trying to get to you.

Neither of you called out to the other, knowing it would be a rookie mistake. Foolish. Even as each other’s names were on the tip of your tongues.

Your hip caught on something that was jutting out from the shelf as you rounded it at too fast a pace and it clattered loudly to the floor, garnering the man’s heart to quicken painfully in his ribcage. You were trying to be as silent as possible, but a small, pained grunt had fallen from your lips at the contact. Pain was a deep feeling, reverberating down the entirety of your leg. It caused your steps to falter and you swore you saw Joel’s shoulders tense even more so, the gun held up but unable to get a good aim. The clatter of what looked like a canoe paddle was loud, propelling the clicker into faster motions.

You were silent as you approached him and he all but pulled you down behind the front counter alongside him. Your good hand reached out for him, gripping the sleeve of his jacket tight as he held a hand to the back of your head. You were pressed into him, face turned to track the movement of the grotesque thing as it slowed and began to make those terrifying noises trying to locate you.

Suddenly a figure popped up from a lower shelf and had a gun aimed at the clicker as it stalked through the store. You watched, nerves jumping in your legs from the sprint you had taken through the store, as the man’s gun jammed. The clicker quickly turned from where it was nearing your and Joel’s hiding spot and rushed toward the new target it zoned in on. The man cursed, tucking the gun back into a holster strapped to his left thigh. He reached behind his back to retrieve a long knife, holding it steady in front of him as the clicker hurled itself over the small shelf and at him. They both collided on the ground with a loud clatter, errant items falling from the shelf in the scuffle.

He was up and running almost as quickly as he had been taken down, the clicker struggling to break free of the blade holding one of its ankles to the ground where it had been staked clean through. Joel pulled you tighter into his front as the man moved as swiftly as he could through the maze of low shelves still around the open space of the store and banged out the door into back into the daylight.

With sounds of outrage, the shrieking that chilled you to your bones and made a sweat break out all along your skin, the clicker managed to tear itself free of the blade. The ripping sound of its flesh was sickening as it filled the once again quiet air inside the building. Your fingers gripped tight around the fabric of Joel’s sleeve, eyes taking in the figure of the infected as its head turned in a disturbing display as it gathered its bearings. The clicks and snarls bouncing off the walls and sending a wave of fight or flight preservation to course strongly though you. You tried to stay as still as possible, cradled in Joel’s arms as he did the very same.

There was a loud groaning metallic sound outside followed by a loud curse from the man who had fled and the clicker was barreling through the door that had been left partially open in the hasty escape with an ear splitting screech.

You and Joel were careful not to make any more noise as you both rose from your hiding spot. Fear and worry for Ellie careening into you both as you realized she would be exposed by any little sound. When the combination of a shout and tortured snarl spiked through the door, you were both running out of the building.

You were just in time to see the body of the clicker fall to the ground in a heap, a blade sticking out of the side of its head. The man who had found himself to be prey was crouched down alongside a building across the street. His back slid down the length of the wall until he collapsed on the ground, legs sprawled out in front of him. Your eyes took in the jutting bumper of an abandoned car decorated with fresh blood. He must’ve collided with it in his haste.

Ellie came around the corner of the building, up from the front where you had both told her to hide away. A frantic look about her as her gun shook in her hands and her hair swayed in its ponytail. Her eyes landed on you both, raking over you to make sure you were unharmed before she broke into a jog to close the distance.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Don’t know, he was hiding in the building.”

Joel was approaching the man, boots making heavy thuds on the ground as he did so. The man’s head flew up from where he had been inspecting a cut in his jeans high on his leg. His hands flew up in the universal sign of surrender and blood was coated along his palms. You found yourself walking around Joel, holding your good hand up in a half greeting aimed at the guy. A disapproving grunt sounded from the man beside you and you spared a glance over your shoulder.

“No, no, it’s okay. He’s unarmed and he’s injured. I’m just going to offer some help, okay? At least let me offer, I feel like I have to.”

Joel didn’t seem like he was going to agree, but he nodded his head once in acquiescence. Hands holding his gun steady and trained on the downed man leaning on the side of the building. The tinted sunlight from the cloud coverage showing the damage done to the man’s leg. There was a dark, growing stain of blood along his upper thigh. His clothes may have been dirty, but they couldn’t hide the telltale signs of a serious injury. Your entire body was tense as you approached him, crossing the street and around the few cars that had long since been abandoned.

“I’m a trained EMT, I can help you. You need stitches for that cut, it’s deep. You’ll bleed out if you don’t close that up somehow.”

“Don’t touch me, spic.”

You stopped in your approach, the sudden rage and hissed insult of his words stinging deep. A gasp had bubbled up from your chest, taken completely off guard at the treatment. At the sheer audacity. When he repeated his words, you visibly flinched.

“What did you fuckin’ call her?” Joel was suddenly in front of you, his boots harsh on the flaking gravel and dirt of the dilapidated sidewalk. His finger was on the trigger as he stomped forward, shielding you from the man in case he had any other weapons.

“She’s a spic. I ain’t lettin’ her touch me.”

“Okay, wow, uh-fuck you.” You spoke loudly, anger quickly came over you and forked your tongue. “I know I took an oath, but yeah, no, you aren’t gettin’ any help from me. You’ll be dead within the hour and it’s all thanks to your ‘good ole boys’ shtick.”

“Talkin’ to me like you’re better ‘n me.”

“That’s because I am, you racist old fuck.”

“You’re nothin’ but a stain. How dare you talk to me like that.”

“Die mad about it.” You turned your back on the injured man and grasped one of Ellie’s hands with your good one to lead her away from the pathetic excuse of a man. It didn’t matter that he had tried to take out the clicker and was successful. It didn’t matter that he had been a distraction for it, allowing you and Joel to remain hidden and unharmed. It didn’t matter that the man had obviously torn into his leg so deep in his getaway that he had nicked the artery in his leg. It didn’t matter that he was bleeding out.

You had had little patience for racism ever since you knew what it was. You had been ignorant of its existence until you were six or seven, when you found yourself a target of it.

The kids in your class told you that you were dirty and needed a bath when faced with the natural faint tan of your skin in comparison to their fair complexion. Your mother had been furious, your grandmother had been furious. They had shouted at the parents of the kids until you were told you could no longer attend the school, expelled for fighting when you hadn’t done a damn thing. The news had spread around your small, Southern town and soon you hadn’t been able to enter any of the stores. Keepers worried you’d steal items from the shelf when they weren’t paying attention.

That’s when your mother had decided to sign custody over to your father, allowing you to grow up in California in a community that was made up of more open-minded people. She had taken a few years to help your grandmother sell their home in the backwater town and they both moved closer to you, closer to the West coast.

As a trained EMT, all throughout your coursework and credential certifications, you were told that the administration of medical aid was the top priority. It didn’t matter what the person did, who the person was, how the person talked, if they needed help you were to give it to them. But that was always easier said than done. You weren’t immune to the slurs aimed at you and you certainly weren’t now. But now, as rare as it was to have medical knowledge and medical supplies, you could pick and choose who to help.

And that man would not be someone you were going to help.

You were just nearing the door again when you heard a muffled shout and the squelching of a blade imbedding itself into flesh. After a few beats of your quickened heart, the heavy footfalls of Joel’s boots could be heard crossing the street to catch up with you both.

“What did that man mean when he said ‘your kind’?” Ellie innocently asked, confused as to why the encounter was so hostile for seemingly no reason. “What was he calling you, a-a whatever it was. It was bad?”

“Because a long time ago, some people put a lot of worth on where someone was from. Different countries and where within those countries. Prejudice was a widespread disease in the minds of those types of people, they looked down on others if they had different skin tones and spoke different languages.” You sighed as you tried to shove the interaction down, focusing on the goal of getting Ellie supplies. “And what he called me was a slur. That specific one is aimed at people from a country that was south of where we are. Where my family is from. A play on broken English as an insult. Don’t ever repeat that word, Ellie. I don’t care if you don’t know anything about it, don’t fucking repeat that word. You hear me?”

You pinned her with a serious look, no room for anything but agreement. She nodded, eyes wide and her brows were hidden up in her messy hairline. She took in how tense you were, your shoulders bunched up as you stalked across the storefront in search of something. She was standing by the door still, waiting for Joel to walk through it. She seemed unable to relax even marginally if you both weren’t in her sights.

Rummaging had taken hours, you wanted to scour through everything so as to not miss anything you may need. Ellie had done well, finding a locker that had been stuffed with two basic first aid kits, a lot of jerky and power bars, a pack of matched, and some camping blankets similar to the ones you used to use. You laid them out on the floor to make it easier to sleep once Joel had announced he wanted to sleep there in the safety of the cleared building. One for Ellie to put your sleeping bag over so she could try and get some decent sleep.

You had a new underlayer, something that was slightly thermal, the one you had been carrying around needing to be replaced with how thin it had become, it was no better than a regular cotton shirt at keeping you warm at this point. Ellie had a hoodie she could use to layer as the weather progressed. Joel had a new flannel to swap out should he need to, the pack Henry had containing clothing that the older man couldn’t fit into. You kept some of it for Ellie as well as yourself.

You were spacing out atop your own blanket, the one that was already in your pack. Your back was up against the wall and the lantern wasn’t turned on, but it was beside you. You would need to set it hang from someone’s pack tomorrow in order to solar charge. It was one of those compression blankets you could fold down and squeeze into a smart pack, but you typically kept it inside your sleeping bag and rolled them up together to snap onto the bottom of your pack. The memory of Ellie placing down the pack that had once been Henry’s at Joel’s feet as she approached the burial site earlier that morning. The writing pad that had been Sam’s in her hands and she laid it atop his final resting place. ‘I’m sorry’ carefully written out had hurt, it still hurt. It would for a while.

Ellie had decided to sleep by the lockers, while you and Joel were closer to the door. The back door was already barricaded, probably had been since Outbreak day. It looked like a pretty good set up so no one had any arguments when it came to leaving it as such.

Joel was closest to the door, you in a small walkway space that led to the line of lockers that made up an open cubicle. You had eyes on them both. Joel was laying down though you knew he wasn’t sleeping, he was shifting too much atop his own blanket. The fabric hushing every so often as he shimmied and tensed. You wanted to go over to him and lay beside him, but you refrained. Today had been long, everyone needed space. Needed to be alone but in the same space.

You were trying to keep your sniffles silent, the tears rolling down your cheeks despite your efforts to stop them. The man from earlier had really gotten to you, his words digging in deep and attaching themselves to your psyche. It was stupid, it truly was. The world had ended and to be human was hard enough, it was deadly, but that man’s words had made you feel anything but. You hadn’t felt like this in decades, diminished down to the tone of your skin and the basis of your family origins in such a negative way.

Eyes clenched shut, you brought your good hand up to wipe your face. When you opened them back up you felt eyes on you. Joel was watching you from where he was turned on his side. You couldn’t quite make out the expression on his face, but his eyes were trained on you.

You just shook your head slightly, letting him know you were okay, mostly. That you had it under control as best you could. You shuffled down to lay with your back to him, facing the wall you had been sitting up against. You felt his gaze trained on you until a restless sleep overtook you.

“So like, it was flour and stuff that allowed cordyceps to spread. Or so you told me, as far as you both know. What did you guys eat since obviously it didn’t get you like that?”

“Oh, um, I ate a lot of rice. Different grain, different processing. Was big on pastries and stuff but like, we made all our own stuff where I worked. If I had bread, or anything with flour, it was made literally in front of me.”

“And what about you?”

“…Atkins.” Was all the man said, his steps suddenly taking him a further ahead.

“Ah, yes, of course. I know exactly what that means.” Ellie snorted, voice mock serious as she rolled her eyes. She mimicked the timbre and accent of his voice as she repeated the word, puffing out her chest and bringing her shoulders up.

He didn’t turn around to pin her with an exasperated look, he kept his focus on leading the way along a road that sort of ran parallel to a major highway but was protected by the coverage of the trees a few miles north of it. Only one map was found, something you had desperately needed to replace after the ones in Joel’s possession had been left in the truck. He had it in his hands as he kept an eye on your path.

Ellie sidled up a little closer to your heels. Her pack was laden down with everything she may need, for her one person. While you and Joel carried the bulk of whatever else was deemed important for all of you. She had been adamant she could share the weight but you had told her she was young and didn’t need to worry about either of you when it came to stuff like that. You both had so many years on her, in general, and in experience with what the world came to be.

“As far as I know, cause I didn’t really bother with specific diets or anything back when. Atkins was a low calorie, low carb diet. So no bread, or anything actually good, I’m guessing.” You chuckled as you pictured Joel sitting at a dinner table with a smoothie and a salad. Somehow it didn’t feel right. Surely he was a protein guy, had to be. He looked sturdy even now in his older age. Cords of muscle obvious in his arms and thighs, his core was still strong underneath the softness of age and time. He had to have done something physical in the time of Before. Something that would be demanding of his body, leaving him starving at the end of every day.

“Was bread good?”

“Oh yeah, it was amazing. I loved bread, I really miss it. And bacon. And eggs. God, what I would do for a breakfast sandwich right now.”

“You’re so weird.” Ellie laughed as she watched the way your expression morphed into a pout.

“You’re weird, you little gremlin.” You shot back, nudging her hip with your own as she came up beside you.

It was all harmless jousting, she was trying to keep up small conversations but she was nowhere near as talkative and outwardly inquisitive as she had been days before. The events of Kansas City sobering her somewhat. But she wasn’t closed off completely, and that was what mattered. That she was still mostly herself, even if a bit subdued. It would take time to get used to the weight of what had happened, of what she now carried within herself.

Joel had decided to travel a few hours northwest. He was trying to find a good distance away from the city limits that still intersected the river you had caught glimpses of on the map. A wash sounded good, to all of you. It had been a bit of a challenge to get Ellie to leave the building. She had wandered over to the bright side of the store where the rock climbing set up was.

She had gazed up at the top of the wall and her eyes tracked each tack and step, as if mentally making the path up there. You knew she wanted to try it for real, but the ropes had been left too long without chalk and oil, the tacks and steps left too long without being checked or maintained, the harnesses were fraying and wouldn’t do much good to help support her. You wanted her to have experiences that were good, that were normal. But this one would have to be something passed up.

She had torn a poster depicting someone mid climb, saddled with gear and a helmet, a wide smile on their face. You stashed some sticks of chalk in each of your packs with the notion that it was ‘for communication emergencies’. Any human form of communication was tainted these days, a salvation as much as a damnation. It all depended on who saw it, on who interpreted it, on who followed it. But you all agreed that a simple dash (-) would signal being close to a hidden spot lest you get separated. You also suggested that if anyone where to get separated within a city or town, that the rendezvous place would be a bookstore. You figured most people wouldn’t bother with searching for such a place and it would be relatively safe.

The stream was cool. The water wasn’t crystal clear, but it was enough so that you felt comfortable bathing completely in it. You needed it. The water flowed downstream around you at a light pace as you floated there. The sky above you was dull, a layer of cloud cover hiding the sun. Your skin prickled, the combination of the water and warm, moody sky chilling you slightly. Your good arm was up above the water, laid atop your middle. It wouldn’t hurt to clean it and the water looked pretty clean itself, but you were hesitant to submerge it completely.

Ellie was off a bit upstream, on the other side of a rock that cropped up to peak above the water’s surface. Joel was on watch, just on the outskirts of the trees that surrounded the area. He kept glancing at you as you took your time to just feel the water on your skin. He was seated on a boulder, gun in his hand though he wasn’t on full alert. He seemed rather tired, sleep had seemed to evade him as it had done with you last night.

“Joel?” You called, shifting to stand in the stream. The water was up to your ribs, but you allowed your body to stay submerged. “Can you help me to dry off?”

“No.” The word was in complete opposition of his actions as he stood with a slight groan at the creaking of his body and made his way over to the edge of the water.

“No?” You stood up completely, allowing for your upper half to be seen. The water glistened on your clean skin. Rivulets of it ran down from the tips of your loose hair and down your body. The man in front of you watched as they caressed your skin in the exact way he wanted to, down your chest and dipping below the surface of the water.

“Can’t.” He reiterated.

“Can’t?”

“She’s right over there,” He averted his eyes as he felt himself begin to harden in his jeans. “She don’t need to hear or see what it would turn into if I were to put my hands on you.”

“Oh.”

Arousal flared in your middle, and you felt yourself get slick at the implications of him wanting to touch you in a not so innocent way. The coldness of the water was jarring on your suddenly heated skin.

“But-“

“Can’t.” He said as he moved a hand to push his palm against his front. The action only seemed to rile him up more, the friction of his hand fueling the swell of himself instead of heeding it. The words seemed to be a struggle for him, they came out on a harsh exhale. “Darlin’, I really can’t.”

You didn’t say anything as you brought your good hand up out of the water and traced it over the fullness of one of your breasts, teasing the skin in a featherlight touch. His eyes trained the movement as you shifted your fingers to brush over the nipple. Your lip between your teeth as you watched the beautiful brown of his eyes disappear as it was overtaken by the darkness of his pupils. His bottom lip was plush and begging to be nipped at as his mouth parted in awe of watching you boldly touch yourself out in the open. As you touched yourself for him.

Your hand pinched and rolled the already perked nipple before moving to the other and doing the same.

The veins on the back of his hand flexed as he pressed his palm down harder against himself.

You notched your head up to meet his eyes as you snaked your hand down below the surface of the water. Fingers grazed your folds, slipping into them and gently stroking. Fingertips brushed that wonderful little bundle of nerves, and a low whine left your mouth before you could think better of it.

That proved to be too much for the man as he was suddenly turning around and disappeared beyond the tree line. You huffed a shaky laugh as you ducked back down into the water. You ignored the tingling of your skin in favor of washing off one more time, unsure of when you would get to do so next.

You and Ellie had just finished getting dressed and set when Joel emerged from within the trees. There was slight curl to the hair at the back of his neck, sweat shining on the skin there. His neck was tinged pink where his flannel was unbuttoned and showed the stretched-out collar of his undershirt. You smirked to yourself as you realized he had run off to take care of himself. He cut his eyes at you in a warning as he picked his pack back up and shouldered it.

And with that, your little trio left the state of Missouri.

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A Christmas Confession pt. 1 (Married!ScroogeXReader)

I know, I know! I said I wouldn't post up much more for the story and that I'd only do some requests and headcannon stuff, but since listening to that gorgeous cover of 'Come What May' by Luke, my brain has been fraught with inspiration. And when I followed through with it, it turned into something just a little bit bigger because I've been dying to write Ebenezer being a loving Uncle figure to children. So here we are!

Part two will come along in a bit and bring with it quite a bit more romance. *wink* Right now, enjoy sweet Uncle Ebby with some adorable little girls plus YOU!

Note: Remember, the main idea of the story is you are Marley's estranged daughter raised in America but returned to England to live (for many complicated reasons) in your early to mid-20s (younger half-siblings now included because I want to write father-figure Scrooge and the Cratchit kids and street urchins can't always be around). For the many complicated reasons previously mentioned, you have married Ebenezer--a dear friend--and are struggling with the situation because you truly have feelings for the man, but are convinced he couldn't possibly feel the same.

Also, too late for Christmas stuff? NOT WHEN IT COMES TO 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'. If Ebenezer can keep Christmas in his heart alive all the year, then why can't I?!

Enjoy!

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Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: None, unless you count pining and seriously adorable Uncle Ebenezer with cute kids.

Summary: Christmas time has come again! This time, (probably at the behest of the children) you and Scrooge have invited the Cratchits and the Huffmans to stay with you for Christmas Eve so that you may all enjoy a Christmas morning together. You and Ebenezer agree to put the children to bed so that the Cratchits might have a break. For once!

A/N: Don't worry--we will get Prudence in the next part! And as always, insanely soft Scrooge.

And if anyone has any idea what the other Cratchit girls besides Kathy (who by all rights would probably be Belinda IDK why so many names got changed in this thing) are, let me know. Because right now, I'm just naming them things that sound right.

Part 2

A Christmas Confession pt. 1

Arms crossed over your chest, you leaned against the doorpost and watched with a small smile on your face as Millie and the young Cratchit girls knelt at the side of the bed, heads bowed and hands clasped in the nightly prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep….” Once they’d finished the recitation, they went around the bed, each thanking or praying to God individually about something or someone in turn. Millie started off the round: “I thank you, God, for sending us the baby Jesus. And I also pray that my friend Betty in Cincinnati has a nice Christmas this year. She told me in her letters she was wanting a new doll and a dress--I hope she gets them. I would just like a pony, with Christmas ribbons in its mane and tail. Thank you, God.”

You fought back the urge to laugh at that, successfully turning it into a quiet snort. Oh, you’re adorable but highly tenacious baby sister! Even at six years old, you could already tell you were in for a whirlwind of a time raising her up. God help you when the teenage years came!

A large, warm hand enclosed over your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the children to see Ebenezer standing just behind you. “How are we coming?” he murmured, eyes on the girls.

“We’re just finishing up our prayers,” you whispered back. “How are the boys?”

“Tucked in, waiting for you to come say goodnight.”

You gave him a look of disbelief. “What?! You mean to tell me you have that rowdy lot in bed already? How on earth did you beat me?”

The silver-haired man flashed you one of his divinely roguish smirks, making your knees feel the slightest bit wobbly. “I, my fine lady, am a man of many talents,” he whispered mysteriously.

Raising an eyebrow you smirked back. “Hmm, bribed them with sovereigns. I see.” You tsked your tongue and shook your head at him. “Cheater.”

Ebenezer didn’t even try to deny it, just merely burred that beautiful chuckle of his that stirred your soul.

The two of you fell silent and watched on as the girls continued on around their individual prayers. Ebenezer’s hand stayed on your shoulder, a wonderful, gentle, steady, and warm weight that conversely sent shivers tingling along your nerves. Oh, how you wished he’d put that hand around your waist and pull you into him, as close as a real wife should be. Or at least take one of your own hands into it and twine your delicate fingers together with his attractively large ones. There was no hope for it--you wanted to be completely and utterly possessed by him. Not merely carnally (though that in itself was a major appeal) but in the soft, devoted, domestic way too; the way you’d see the Cratchits and Huffmans behave towards each other; the way you’d see couples walking the street act; the way you’d grown up watching your mother and step-father interact. What you would have given to be totally and completely the woman of the house--to be Ebenezer’s woman.

But there was no point in pining for things that wouldn’t come to pass, so you forced your mind away from the concept and put it back on the girls, who were coming to the end of their personal prayers. Millie added in one last time: “Also, God, I know I’m still just a little girl, but I’d take really good care of a pony if I had one. I promise--cross my heart. Honest. Amen.”

Again you snorted, and you heard the man beside you rumble out another amused chuckle as well. “She certainly knows how to work the system,” he remarked.

“Oh, she’s completely incorrigible,” you told him. With that, you moved back into the room (regretfully slipping out from Ebenezer’s touch as you did) and approached the children. “All right, girls, very good. Now let’s get into bed.” You pulled back the thick covers and watched as they all filed between them one by one.

“We’re not sleepy yet,” Tilda and Maggie protested, despite snuggling in next to Millie.

“We want to stay up and try to catch Father Christmas!” Alice added enthusiastically.

An entire chorus of excited agreement went up from the girls

“But he won’t come unless you’re all sound asleep,” you countered, smiling the slightest bit. Oh, to be a child on Christmas Eve again!

“Why?” sweet little Judith asked.

All five sets of eyes shined brightly up at you in innocence and wonderment, awaiting an answer. An answer that you, admittedly, were a little bit stumped over. “Um… well… that’s just always been the way it is.”

“But why?” Millie pressed further.

“Because that’s how Father Christmas’ magic works!”

You and the girls turned to see Ebenezer coming into the room, slate-blue eyes as bright and shining as the children’s. He smiled and winked at you as he moved towards the bed. You felt your heart flutter just a bit, the slightest warmth of a blush color your cheeks. Thank God the flickering firelight would help conceal it.

The tall man went around the bed and sat on the side opposite you, beaming down at the snuggled-up little girls in a way that made your heart positively melt. “You see, girls, Father Christmas has a very special kind of magic that can only work when you are all asleep,” Ebenezer twisted up his face in a comically sneaky way and peered around conspiratorially as if he were about to relay a very important secret that only they were supposed to hear and then whispered, “because the magic is fueled by your Christmas dreams!”

You made saucer-wide eyes along with the girls and exclaimed, “Ooooh!”

“Yes,” Ebenezer continued. “That’s why you must all sleep tonight so that you may dream and give Father Christmas all the power he needs for his magic to work. Why without your dreams to help him, he would never be able to travel the world and deliver presents to all the little boys and girls! And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“No!” Judith exclaimed, her eyes twice the size they normally were and so full of sweet innocence it broke your heart. She clutched her dolly preciously to her.

“No,” Ebenezer agreed with a serious shake of his silvery head. “I didn’t think so. So off to sleep for each of you.”

“How come we have to go to bed, but the grown-ups don’t have to?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, shouldn’t they be sleeping so their dreams can help the magic too?” Tilda added.

That time it was Ebenezer’s turn to look stumped. Clearly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead in his story. “Um… w-well-”

“Grown-ups’ dreams aren’t as powerful as children’s dreams,” you came to his rescue. “But we make up for it by helping Santa in making sure that all of the children go to bed on time so that he has enough magic when he needs it.”

“Precisely!” Ebenezer brightened, smiling gratefully at you. Then he became very serious and stern as he turned to the girls again. “Which is why you must all go to bed at once,” he ordered, poking a ticklish finger into each little girl's tummy, causing them to squeal with laughter. “Because if you do not go to sleep, we will be failing in our duty to Father Christmas! Understood?”

Still giggling, the girls all sounded off: “Yes, sir!”

“Very good!” Scrooge said, voice still gruff like a Sergeant Major General’s. “Now, good night!” With a devilish gleam in his eyes, the man loomed down over the girls and gave them each a good hard nuzzle on the face with his cheeks, evilly chuckling ‘good night’ over and over. The girls laughed harder and tried to push him away, shrieking and squealing about his “whisker tickles”. That only made him continue with more vigor.

You couldn’t help but laugh right along with them. “Ebenezer, at this rate you’ll get them so stirred up again they’ll never be able to sleep for Santa!”

Laughing as well, Ebenezer pulled back to give you an acquiescent smile. “I suppose you are right, my dear. Without these little ones’ dreams, Father Christmas may never get his sleigh off the ground!” With that, he turned back to the girls and leaned back in, only this time to administer gentle kisses to their brows. Each girl gave him a return kiss on the cheek; Millie went a bit further to reach up and hold his face in place as she blew a wet raspberry into his muttonchop. (The man grimaced but judging how he still smiled, he didn’t seem to mind too much.) “Good night, my lovies,” Ebenezer murmured softly, an adoring gentleness in his blue eyes. “Sweet dreams and happy Christmas.”

“Good night, Uncle Ebby!” the girls chorused as he stood to leave.

“Right to sleep now,” you told the girls as you too stood up and began to leave. “No talking. Remember Santa’s counting on you to help him work tonight.”

“Yes, Y/N/Auntie Y/N!”

There was still the faint noise of giggling and whispered chatter as you closed the door, but it was quickly beginning to die down. Ebenezer’s magic had worked.

A mildly disgusted groan caused you to turn and find the man in question wiping at his spittle-slicked cheek with his handkerchief.

You giggled and pulled out your own handkerchief from your sleeve. “Here, let me. Your silky thing won’t do the job.”

With a grateful smile, Ebenezer gentlemanly bowed his face towards you. "That girl is going to be a menace to society, I tell you," he said, only half-jokingly.

You hummed in agreement as you cleaned him up, still having to stand a bit on tiptoe to do so (lovely, tall man…). "Don't I know it? She is her father's daughter--George was a… character. But I adored him.” You gave him a knowing smile. “Just as you adore Millie."

Ebenezer gave you a playful scowl, the softness in his eyes saying you were right. “You’d better go see the boys now,” he said, once you’d finished drying him off. “And then we’d better check on the older children to make sure they got themselves to bed.”

You nodded and put your kerchief away. As you followed him down the hall, you were still thinking about Ebenezer’s story. You’d never heard anything like it before. “Where’d you come up with that?” you asked, looking up at him.

The man raised a bushy brow quizzically. “Beg pardon?”

“The story about Santa’s magic fueled by children’s dreams. Did you hear that somewhere or did you just make it up on the spot?”

Ebenezer smiled. “Oh, that.” He chuckled. “Well, yes, I did come up with it, as a matter of fact, when my sister and I were children.” A sort of sad haze came into the man’s beautiful eyes to mix with the happiness of the memory as he reminisced. “You see, Jen was like any other child on Christmas Eve--well so was I, rather, for a while at least. Apparently, our parents couldn’t give her a satisfactory answer as to why she should go to bed rather than stay up and wait for Father Christmas.”

“So you came up with the reason for why.”

“Exactly.”

“Did it work?”

“It did. And Jen would ask me about it every Christmas after, even beyond the point where we stopped believing.”

You smiled and gently nudged the tall man with your shoulder. “She liked the story,” you said. “It is a good story, I must say. Certainly much more fun than what we were given: Mama and George told us if we didn’t go to bed, Santa would simply pass right over our house. It seemed to do the trick for us. Although my final year of believing, I did sneak out of bed and stayed up.” You laughed at the memory. “Sakes alive, did I give poor old George a fright when he came down early to put the presents out! He just about took me over his knee to tan my hide!”

“And I take it catching your stepfather was what caused your belief to fade,” Ebenezer surmised, looking a little amused by your story.

“Yes,” you admitted a little forlornly. “It was sad. I think it’s always sad when you stop believing in that sort of magic.”

“Yes,” Ebenezer agreed, also looking just a bit sad. But then he quickly gave you a bright smile. “But then you discover a new magic in making the old magic for others, and then you begin to believe again.”

“Just in a different way,” you said, understanding his meaning.

The man only beamed in agreement. “That was a very nice addition to the story, I must say,” he said after a moment. “The bit about adult dreams not being as powerful as those of children.”

You raised your chin a bit haughtily and flipped a curl of your hair with a smug smile. “Why thank you, kind sir,” you purred. “I thought it was inspired.”

Ebenezer chuckled at that. “You know, I’d forgotten that story,” he remarked as you both pulled up in front of the door to the boys’ room. “Until now.” He had a distant, contemplative look in his eyes.

Feeling a bit bold, you reached out and grabbed his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. You smiled genuinely at him. “I’m glad you remembered it, Ebenezer,” you told him. “The girls enjoyed it and… and so did I. Truly.”

Ebenezer had looked a bit surprised when you’d taken his hand so suddenly. Now the surprise was fading back into warmth and affection. He squeezed your hand back. “Then I shall strive never to forget it again, Y/N.”

There was something in his manner; something extremely soft and unknown to you in his voice and gaze; something that warmed your being from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. For the umpteenth time, your heart fluttered--your breath caught in your throat. You may not have known what it was, but you knew you never wanted him to stop looking at or talking to you like that. Could… could he possibly- the thought was dismissed from your mind before it even had time to fully process. No. No, it wasn’t that; it wasn’t possible. Ebenezer saw you as his very dear friend and that was all; he would never look at you or speak to you in a way other than that. It was just fanciful thinking on your part that that warmth in his manner could be something more. Merely wishes. It was simply the merriment of the evening and the excess joy of the children rubbing off on everyone, enhancing every emotion. It was the spirit of Christmas--that was all.

You shook your head, clearing off the daze. “Well,” you said, clearing your throat before adding significant volume to your tone so you would be heard through the door, “we’d better go make sure these boys are asleep!” With that, you, rather reluctantly, let go of Ebenezer’s hand. And if you weren’t so deadset on Ebenezer seeing you as nothing more than a friend, you could have sworn his release was reluctant as well.

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> Joins team vampire

> Makes werewolf oc

Character info copy-pasted from artfight cause I wrote it all out there before realizing oh, wait, I should post this guy on tumblr too. I'd link his profile but I've had a 502 error for ten minutes so idk if he's ever gonna upload lol.

Ok everyone get your making fun of Brits moment out real quick.

Harvey's a gay trans guy living in somewhere that is ambiguously rural Britain. He works at a bakery in his little town, and he was always content with his simple life. But, unfortunately for him, there's always been a big werewolf problem in his area. For a while, it was fine; sure, every few weeks a couple farmers would lose some sheep, but it was fine. Nothing that affected him, at least... until it did.

He was walking home from the bus stop when it happened. It was late - he'd been on the closing shift, working as much as he could to pay his rent - and he hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. He didn't notice the too-human wolf lurking in the shadows until the creature was lunging at him. He barely had time to block his neck before those massive jaws closed on him, locking tightly onto his left arm. After a struggle that felt like hours, Harvey managed to break free, running for his life. He was lucky that the wolf gave up pretty quickly, probably heading off to snack on some unsuspecting farmer's livestock for an easier catch. That didn't matter to him though. As Harvey stumbled the rest of the way to his small apartment, clutching his bleeding arm, all he could think about was what came next.

He'd been bitten, and everyone knew what came next; if he was found out, he'd be jailed at best. At worst, well... in the eyes of the law, he was now an animal, and plenty of farmers wouldn't hesitate to shoot at an animal threatening their livestock. (Granted, he knew the locals were all terrible shots, yet somehow that didn't make the reality of the situation any less frightening.)

The first few months, he'd locked himself in his room, praying he wouldn't be able to figure out the locks while a wolf. He only stopped when he woke up the morning after to his door nearly busted off its hinges. Since then, he began traveling for the event. He'd take a train as far as it went, then ride a bus to the end, and repeat until he didn't recognize his surroundings anymore. Then, even if he was spotted, it wouldn't affect him afterwards. (If he was lucky. He hasn't been spotted yet to find out for certain.) Eventually he came to know a few good secluded spots to end up for the moon, taking a bit of stress out of his monthly journeys by giving him a safe destination.

In the three years since, he's managed relatively well. He's certain his coworkers are onto him by now considering he takes off two days either side of a full moon, but nobody's said anything, and he hasn't been jailed yet. He's been shot at a few times, but nothing's hit him, and his visible scars can be explained away as werewolf attacks. Technically, that isn't a lie. He just leaves out that he was also a wolf when he got them.

#zoracontent #zora arts #clovers characters #harvey barker #i used a last name generator for him. it gave me baker. i misread it as barker. and thought it was so funny that i had to use barker #thats also why hes a baker lol

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kaldurahms-lover · 1 year

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hey 😧 I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now, though I'm assuming you are, if not feel free to ignore this!!

with that being said... can I request an oikawa (or any hq character your comfy with, was jus putting a name frfr) x gender neutral reader comfort fic (or hcs, whichever you're comfy with :)) ? I'm not gonna go heavy into detail but I've been having family issues lately with my guardian and idk, comfort fics hit different. only if you're comfortable though!!

I hope you're having a good day/night and make sure to drink water, take breaks, and get the proper rest you need!!! :)

Pairing: oikawa x gender neutral! reader

Warnings: fluff, prob too much straight dialogue as is usual for me, fluff ofc

Word Count: 299

A/N: okay he's totally gonna be out of character cause i havent really rewatched in a while, ive just been interacting with the fandom BUT ITS FINE. also, i'm always accepting requests, im just not always posting them.... idk, ive lost my touch for tumblr 😓 but anyways, continue! hope you love, and thank you for the kind words, you make sure you rest and drink water too <333

Tooru Oikawa isn't stupid. He knows a call in the middle of the night means something is wrong. Things for y/n weren't always great at home, but things had been worse lately.

"Tooru? *sniffles*"

"hey gorgeous, whats wrong?"

"im sorry if i woke you up–"

"hey, hey, id rather you wake me up when you need me than be alone okay? whats going on?"

"can i come over?"

"of course sweetheart, always. coming through the window or the door?"

He could hear them laughing through their tears on the other side of the call.

"probably the window"

"then i'll leave it open for you. do you want me to stay on the phone until you get here?"

"im okay."

"alright, be safe okay?"

"okay, ill see you in a bit, bye"

"bye sweetheart"

~~~

And 10 minutes later, there they were. The moment y/n was in the window, Tooru had his arms around them.

"it's okay, it's okay honey i'm here. do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"god my guardian... they're just so.... UGH, i don't even wanna get into it...."

"thats okay, do you wanna lay down?"

"yeah, yeah okay..."

The two of them walked over, Oikawa laying down first so that y/n could lay on his chest before his arms went back around them.

"get some rest my love, i'll be right here if you need anything, and im sure all the crying has worn you out."

"are you sure?"

"yeah. i love you"

"i love you too, thank you for this"

"i don't know what you're thanking me for"

He kissed their forehead gently

"*laughs* hey you missed"

"sorry sweetheart, just didn't know if you'd want to since you're upset"

He kissed them properly

"now sleep. we'll talk in the morning."

#haikyuu #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #aoba johsai #haikyuu x reader #x reader #anime #anime x reader #gender neutral reader

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 2 years

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could you please write something about chris evans comforting reader? maybe she's having a really rough couple of weeks and she's feeling lonely and like she's making everyone upset at her, idk something like that, angsty bit fluffy at the same time

i've been having a really hard time lately and i'd appreciate it a lot ☹ thank you so much in advance ❤

I've Got You

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: none

I kinda skipped the angst part and focused on the fluff because life ain't been easy and I also just want to be held & reassured. I hope whatever has been/is going on in your life gets better doll! <3

MASTERLIST

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Nothing was going right in my life this week, I don't know how much longer I can hold out for before I completely break down and shut everyone out. To make matters worse my period decided to make its unwanted appearance this morning.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

"Babe, I'm about to go see Scott!" Chris called out from the living room, I didn't have the energy to acknowledge that I heard him.

I was in so much pain from these cramps and all I wanted was to be alone while I cried, the only thing is I don't know is if I'm crying from the pain or because of the train wreck that is my life.

The sound of Dodger's paws hitting the hardwood floors became louder just before he stuck his head in the room, his favourite lion clutched in his mouth. Chris' fluff child hopped up on the bed and dropped his toy as he curled up next to me.

"Babe?"

Taking one look at my curled up, teary-eyed state he kick off his shoes and put his car keys down. He knew that look all too well, you’ve been having a hard time lately and from the slew of curse words he heard you make in the bathroom followed by the sound of your pad packaging being opened, he knew this wasn't what you needed right now.

"Come here." He now laid on his side of the bed, waiting for me to cuddle with him. I needed his body heat more than ever right now since this blanket wasn't doing anything to ease the pain.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"I'm right where I need to be." Chris kissed the top of my head as I got comfortable in his hold.

"Do you want to talk about what's going on?" Shaking my head I buried my face in his chest, my tears soaking his thin white shirt. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of my back allowing me to let out all my emotions on his chest.

"Just hold me." I hiccuped through all the ugly crying and he continued to leave kisses on my head.

Chris hated when you cried, seeing you like this physically pained him. You rarely breakdown in front of him so whenever you do he knows that the best thing to do is to be there for you; to talk, listen or like you said, to just hold you.

"It's alright baby, I've got you."

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t0shii · 3 years

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% comforting them when they're upset

.! oikawa, tsukishima, matsukawa (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ breakdowns, crying, etc. lightly proofread bc im lazy so sorry for any mistakes.

.! im so sorry if this is absolute word vomit or horse shit 😭 i tried my best though 😌 uhhh sorry for not posting yesterday i got my daith pierced and i was in a lot of pain after that so i didnt feel like writing anywho enjoy this 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 p.s. i was originally gonna write for mad dog but i was struggling so i went with mattsun instead sorry. also idk why matsuns ended up being so short i didnt do him justice i apologize 😩

oikawa

— always gets discouraged when his knee bothers him. today was one of those days. his coach had made him sit out of practice because he had been limping a bit. he came home distraught and you noticed right away.

"what's the matter toru?" you asked opening your arms for a hug, which he accepted, wrapping his arms around your middle quite tightly. "my knee is bothering me again 'n coach made me sit out. it's just not fair." he mumbled into your shoulder. you could feel his tears soak through your shirt. you nodded and responded, "baby, he just doesn't want you to hurt yourself. i know it's not fair but-", "but i wanna play volleyball, i wanna get better and practice." he said, aggravated that you weren't exactly on his side, still he held you tighter.

"toru, baby, look at me." he does as told, and you bring your hands up to wipe his tear stained cheeks,"toru, you can't strain your knee anymore than you already do, you know this. i know you only want to play volleyball, baby i know, but you have to be patient." he nods in agreement and you do the same, then guiding his head back to your shoulder, "i know it's frustrating toru, but you can't force it, y'know? he wouldn't make you sit out if it wasn't for your best interest. you know that, deep down."

the two of you had been cuddling on the couch, his back against your chest when you heard him sniffling again, "toru, what's wrong?" you ask softly, sitting up slightly. "i'm so useless, my own knee can't even work right. the team deserves someone better and so d-do you" he hiccuped, hiding is face in his hands. you felt guilty for not comforting him more earlier. "toru, that's not true at all." you stated, forcing his hands into yours, "take it back right now." he looked at you confused. "toru oikawa i said take it back right this instant." you said a little sterner than before.

"no." he managed to get out through sobs, and you knew the stern method wasn't going to work this time around. "toru, please. you're not useless at all, not to anyone, not to the team, and especially not to me. you're the best teammate, friend and boyfriend anyone could ever ask for and your knee just needs a break sometimes, you just need a break sometimes and thats okay. needing a break doesn't make you useless or weak, toru." you say softly, guiding him to a sitting position, hugging him closely and tracing small, comforting shapes on his back.

"you're so so strong toru, and you're an amazing person, an amazing boyfriend, you're such an amazing volleyball player and i'm so proud of how far you've come since highschool." you say, kissing the crown of his head. "you mean it?" he asks leaning back to look at you, "i always do, toru. i love you more than anything, and i'm so so fucking proud of you, but you have to know, it's okay to need a break sometimes and it doesn't change who you are as a person and it definitely doesn't make you weak or useless. he nods in response, burrying his head into the crook of your neck. you both stay like that, you whispering words of affirmations, him listening fondly until he feels better a little while later.

tsukishima

— he usually didn't let the stress of professional volleyball get to him like this, but he couldn't help it he would be lying if he said he wasn't overwhelmed, from interviews, to extra practice to prepare for the overseas games he had coming up, he was exhausted, to add onto it all he had been neglecting you and he felt horrible for it.

you knew practice was going to be running late since your boyfriend had told you in advance, so you weren't initially worried as to why kei had been coming home late at night. this night in particular was the fourth night in a row kei been home late and you starting to grow concerned. you hadn't seen him hardly at all that week, which was unusual because he always made time for you no matter what. worried, you decided to stay awake and wait for him to get home.

when the time finally comes, your heart dropped at his appearance, he looked absolutely horrible, as if he hadn't slept right in weeks. "why are you up?" he mumbled, taking his shoes off rather sloppily, uncharacteristic of him. you made your way closer to yoir exhausted boyfriend, "kei, i'm worried about you. i know you don't like me meddling with your career, and please don't misunderstand my concern for that. i'm just worried you aren't getting enough rest and i've barely seen you at all this week." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

you knew something was wrong when you saw the tear swell in his eyes, but he just stood there awkwardly, you walked closer toward him, "kei, what's wrong?" you ask, extending your arms toward him, which he basically fell into, he started sobbing immediately, shocking you initially. "i'm s-sorry for neglecting you this week, i didn't mean to i-i just-", "kei, i'm not worried about that, i'm worried that you aren't taking care of yourself properly." you mumble, patting his back comfortingly. to which he shakes his head no."work has been too much recently, i can't sleep and i barely have time to even think. its just practice, interviews, practice, interviews i-i can't handle it all anymore, y/n." he sobbed into your shoulder, you were speechless at his vulnerability.

"kei,-", "but i can't stop now because that'll make me a failure and i don't want to let you down and the team too, i just want to make everyone proud but i think i'm falling behind." he cried, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "kei, you could never let me down. actually, i think i've been letting you down recently, i don't tell you this enough but, i'm so so proud of you kei, so proud you don't even understand, i'm sorry for not expressing that enough to you. i understand that you feel as if you're falling behind but overworking and stressing yourself out isn't going to help you improve, kei, and i know you also know that."

"you're working yourself sick, kei and i can't stand here and continue to let that happen so you're taking a day off whether you like it or not. tomorrow will be a me and you day, how does that sound? i'll call your coach in the morning." honestly, you wouldn't have let him say no anyways, and he knew that so he just nodded his head. "look at me kei, you have to tell me when you're feeling overwhelmed. it's not good to keep things in like this, it's just like you tell me." he nods his head, but avoids eye contact, "and i'm not disappointed or upset at you, you know. but i can't read your mind, so please just tell me when things start to feel like they're crashing down on you 'kay? i'll help you just like you help me." you smile, he looks at you and nods, hugs you closer and whispers an "i love you" into your ear, which you return.

matsuwaka

— you knew his work was stressful and emotionally and mentally exhausting, so there were always worries in the back of your mind that he would become too overwhelmed, well today your worries became reality.

"welcome home issei." you called from the kitchen as your boyfriend walked through the door, though he offered you no response, which made you frown. "issei?-" you gasped when you felt a pair of strong arms sneak their way around your waist, "jesus, issei, you scared me!" you giggle placing your hands atop of his own, but you realized he was not laughing with you. "issei, baby?" concern laced in your tone as you maneuvered your way around to face him, "what's wrong baby?" you ask, taking his face in your hands to wipe at escaping tears.

"work was rough today." was all he said as he melted at the feeling of your thumbs running back and forth on his cheeks. "oh issei, i'm sorry." you mumbled, kissing the tip of his nose lightly, "is there anything i can do to help?" he didn't know why but something inside of him snapped when you asked him that, and sobs escaped his lips, he could only hide his face in the space between your neck and shoulder because for some reason he felt... ashamed to be crying in front of you like this. "please just hold me." he cried, so you did just that, shushimg him when his sobs got violent, rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly.

the both of you stood there for a good 15 minutes before you spoke up after he had calmed down a bit, "is there anything you need to get off your chest? you don't have to tell me now or even at all but i want you to know that whatever is bothering you, you can tell me, anything at all. i know your job is mentally exhausting and honestly i dont even know how you do it but i dont want you thinking you have to carry the burden of it alone, okay? i'm so proud of you, so so so proud of you issei, i just wanted you to know that."

you felt him nod in the crook of your neck, a soft, "thank you." sounding shortly after, "of course." you responded, kissing his shoulder a few time.he wasn't sure when he would feel completely ready to get things off his chest but he felt loved knowing that you would always be there to comfort him, and for that he was forever grateful.

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druigswhores · 3 years

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you’re alive in my head

summary: in which natasha no longer had to live in a world without you, there you were in her arms once again. but why can’t she remember your life before westview?

content warning: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, set after endgame, angst, mentions of death, trauma, their relationship ending on a bad note, trust issues & previous steve x nat, there is some hints to homophobia in this chapter :/ (WANDAVISION SPOILERS!)

note: sorry this chapter was late!! it’s 3.3k words and i got my friend to spell check and edit it, ty ashy ily <33

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (lmk if you want anymore content like this!)

‘моя любовь’ = ‘my love’ in russian <3

‘принцесса’ = ‘princess’ (i used google translate so idk how accurate it is

SERIES MASTERLIST

PART THREE COMING SOON

Death.

It's a complicated thing; A theory.

Nobody knows what happens to you after you die. Nobody knows what happens to your soul after you die. We make things up to make ourselves feel better, and convince ourselves that our deceased loved ones are watching over us, all the while convincing others that our loved ones are in a better place now.

But in reality, those are just dreams dying to be true.

Natasha didn't know if you were dead or alive. She just knew your body turned into particles of dust, your soul disappeared along with the rest of you. She didn't want to believe that you were truly gone, so she spoke to you.

She spoke to you, thinking you were listening to her; believing you were listening to her and that you were still around.

It was almost as if she was speaking to your ghost, the mere presence of you that remained with her, the piece of you that was a part of her. It felt wrong being in the compound without you, she felt as though she was trapped; trapped with the many reminders of how she failed you. The walls were suffocating her. Every time she thought about what had happened it felt as though the rooms were becoming smaller. The large 'A' plastered around the compound taunting her, reminding her of what they lost. Of what she lost.

So she had to get away.

Natasha found herself taking trips to the beach, the one the two of you adored oh so much. She'd walk along the sand, the harsh wind blowing against her face. The air smelled of salt, and she'd take a deep breath in with a smile. She'd reminisce all the times the two of you managed to get away from the compound, how effortlessly gorgeous you'd look with the breeze blowing through your hair, your laughter sounding like a melody that Natasha now longed to hear once more.

If she stood really still, she could, once more, feel the warmth of your fingers dragging against her skin, gently tracing shapes onto her body. Her heart would ache whenever she'd turn to the side, finding that nobody was beside her.

She had to get used to living in a world without you.

"моя любовь..." She sighed, fumbling with a stone she'd picked up, before swinging her arm and throwing it into the rippling water. The temperature was dropping. Christmas coming closer and closer every day. Natasha wrapped her coat tighter around her body, staring at the waves in front of her, observing the way they'd hit the shore before pulling back into the ocean. In the distance, she could see boats, and although they were far away, she noticed how the water carried them; the movement of the ocean pushing the boat into the direction of the wind. "No sailors.." Natasha realized, her eyes following a lifeguard boat making its way to the empty boats, likely checking for any survivors.

Yet another reminder of how the Avengers had failed.

It's only been a couple of months since the battle yet the traces of you continued to fade away. The sweater that was once yours now clung to Natasha's body as she made her way back home.

She'd do anything to bring you back. She'd do anything to have you in her arms again, complaining about something you'd undoubtedly forget hours later. She missed the way you'd never share your snacks with anyone but her. The feeling of warmth that would blossom inside her when your eyes met in a crowded room. All the times when your knee would brush against hers during a meeting. She missed the way it felt to lay next to you. She missed forgetting the world with you.

God, she missed you so much.

But there she was. In the same room as you, years later, preparing breakfast. Her hair was coiled and pinned up, keeping it in place. Her dress fit her perfectly, the skirt swaying with her movements as she elegantly makes her way across the kitchen floor. Her every movement seemed like a performance; like she was the performer and you were the audience, watching her in awe. She was captivating in every possible way, her enchanting voice pulling you in like a siren.

"Good morning, honey! I've been up all morning making us a delightful breakfast." Natasha greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, her performance almost seeming comical. "Nat... it's just peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." You pointed out, glancing over your shared kitchen, seeing the mess that was made. Somehow milk spilled all over the counters, dripping onto the ground, you immediately recognized the smell of burnt toast that hung in the air as you continued looking around.

"Peanut butter and jelly is your favourite, remember?" Natasha reminded you. Your eyes widened at the realization, thanking her. You helped her bring the food to the table, making a note to yourself to tidy up the kitchen before the dinner at Wanda and Vision's that the two of you were invited for.

But you couldn't recall Wanda telling you about the dinner?

"Are you okay, моя любовь?" She placed her hand above yours on the counter. The two of you sat in front of each other, your half-eaten breakfast resting between the two of you. "Of course, why wouldn't I be? I'm with my best girl." You smiled softly at her, and though your words said one thing, Natasha could easily recognise the distant look on your face as you stared off into space, lost in your own thoughts. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours принцесса?" She teased, squeezing your hand gently.

"What time are we supposed to be at Wanda's?" You asked her, snapping yourself out of the trance you were in. Natasha hesitated, eyebrows furrowed as she watched your every move. Something was bothering you. "We're going to Wanda's in the evening моя любовь, she asked us a while back if we could help out before the others arrived, remember?" Natasha stated as the two of you brought your plates to the sink, beginning to tidy up.

"I'm not sure how much help you'll be sweetheart." You teased, pointing at the mess that was created due to Natasha making breakfast. She feigned hurt in response, "Oh принцесса, you're breaking my heart!" She made her way around you, passing you the cutlery as you rinsed the plates. You chuckled softly at her playful behaviour. "I think we should stick with me making us breakfast so our kitchen doesn't end up getting flooded, wouldn't you agree?" You chuckled, as you made your way around the kitchen, the two of you tidying up the mess Natasha had created.

"If only we were a robot," Natasha sighed, wrapping her arms around you from behind. You leaned back into her, embracing the warmth which radiated from her body, "or had powers." This was a position you were so very used to. "If only," she responded playfully. You turn your head back at the grinning redhead, as she leaned in for a kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt your lips meet.

"You know," Natasha started, "we do have some time to spare-" you then cut her off.

"I like the way you think, sweetheart," You smiled softly, turning in her arms before making your way to your shared bedroom. Natasha followed closely behind.

The two of you were dolled up, looking your best.

Your dress ended just below your knees, the skirt extenuating your hips; it swayed with every movement you made. The short sleeves of the dress looked as though they were about to fall off your shoulders. Natasha's dress, however, was much more slim fitting and hugged her hips perfectly before flowing down, much like a waterfall, making it harder to look at anything else but her.

"Do you think Wanda will get mad at us for arriving a bit later than expected?" You asked nervously, fumbling with your fingers as the two of you made your way down the path that led to Wanda and Vision's home. Natasha shuffled around balancing the tray of pastries you'd prepared in one hand while using her free hand to rub your back gently, comforting you, "I'm sure she won't mind, моя любовь," she reassured you. As you near the house you could hear mumbling from the inside; you heard three or more different voices.

"Is that- is Vision singing?" You asked worriedly, glancing at Natasha who was mirroring your reaction. She knocked on the door, and the singing inside had abruptly stopped. "Oh, that must be our other guests," You heard Vision exclaim, "perfect timing!" You could hear his footsteps gradually get closer. The door swung open and Vision gave a nervous smile, glancing down at the tray of food Natasha was holding before letting out a sigh of relief. He hugged the both of you before welcoming you into his home. He introduced you to Mr. Hart, Visions boss, and Mrs. Hart, his wife.

"Oh hello," Mrs. Hart greeted, "no need to be so formal tonight honey." she smiled at you, pushing away the hand you had extended for her to shake. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug which quite honestly surprised you. You awkwardly pat the older yet noteably shorter woman on the back before pulling away to quickly greet her husband. He glanced at you and Natasha in confusion, opening his mouth to say something before getting interrupted. "Oh here, let me take that, Natasha. You stay here and I'll go get a plate to put these on." You glanced at everyone in the room, offering them a smile before making your way to the kitchen, Vision stopped you before you got to the door, extending his arm out.

"Thank you," he leaned down to whisper to you. You squeezed his arm in response. You weren't used to seeing Vision in this form. He looked human. You rushed into the kitchen, startling Wanda, "I've figured you needed help." You smiled sheepishly at her, placing the tray down onto the counter, taking in all the chaos that was going on in the kitchen. It reminded you of this morning.

"Well, this isn't the first chaotic kitchen I've walked into today," you teased, reaching out for a plate before neatly plating the pastries onto it. Wanda laughed nervously in response, as she flicked through the recipe cards, searching for the right one. You walked back into the living room, placing the plate onto the coffee table prompting Vision to jump up out of his seat and offer Mr. and Mrs. Hart an appetizer. Looking to Natasha, you gave her a wink before swiftly turning around, your dress swaying with your movements as you made your way back into the kitchen, missing the frown forming on Mr. Hart's face.

"Oh, what was I supposed to do next?" Wanda began rambling, "what was the main course again?"

Making your way to the recipe cards floating in the air you attempted to help her find the card with the right recipe, steak. You could hear Vision playing a song on the ukulele while Natasha unwillingly sang alongside him.

"That's not it" You sighed, sifting through the cards, "is this one steak?"

"Steak," Wanda started, "Diane!" she accidentally yells. Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. She looks to you with a frown. You just barely heard Vision respond with a, "yes dear?"

"This is going terribly," Wanda frowned, leaning her head upon your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing her back gently before pulling her away, forcing her to look at you, "Hey, you can do this, okay? You're not alone," you reassured her, attempting to raise her spirits. She sighed in relief, repeating to herself ", "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this..."

Vision barged into the kitchen unexpectedly, his nerves radiating through room. Wanda panics, accidentally using her powers to throw the lobsters out of the window.

"How can I be of assistance." Vision asks, mirroring Wanda's expression.

"Well," Wanda started, "the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop, so the steak is the last man standing," she explains, making her way around the kitchen. You held the recipe card in your hand, skimming the instructions, "it says here you could cut down the prep time with a meat tenderiser." You recited, looking at the couple once more. "Excellent plan! Where's the tenderiser?" Vision questions, ready to help in the kitchen.

"I'm looking at him," Wanda began, holding her hand out to pass the tenderiser to Vision. You pull her hand back before Vision reaches out for it. "No. What you need to do, Vision, is go entertain your guests. Have faith in your wife and I, okay?" You pushed him out of the kitchen, before turning around and clapping your hands.

"So, where were we?" You asked, hopefully.

After a stressful couple of minutes, a brief visit from a woman with a pineapple, and Natasha almost spilling water on her dress; dinner was served.

Well technically, breakfast was served.

The six of you sat around the dining table, nervously looking around. Mr. and Mrs. Hart looked at the food in confusion, staring at the cooked bacon and eggs paired with the red wine and chocolate covered strawberries.

"Breakfast for dinner?" Mr, Hart began, with obvious judgement written all over his face. "How very-" "European." Mrs. Hart cut him off, smiling reassuringly at the two of you.

"European?" You muttered, glancing at Wanda in confusion, who then motioned her hand in a 'I'll tell you later' sort of way. "Oh, let's have a toast!" Vision began, raising his glass up. All of you followed suite as Vision continued.

"To my lovely and talented wife," he gloated, unable to take his eyes off her.

"And to our esteemed guests," Wanda added. You didn't miss the wink she threw at you and Natasha, causing the two of you to stifle your laughs. Everyone clinked their glasses together and dug into their food. It wasn't long after when the questioning began.

"So, where did you move from?" Mrs. Hart began, "what brought you here? How long have you been married? And why don't you have children yet?" She interrogated Wanda and Vision, and you glanced over at Natasha, hesitantly, who shrugged in response before continuing to eat her food. Her eyes then met Mr. Hart's, who's eyebrows were furrowed at the interaction, waiting for his wife to finish speaking so he could say something. You didn't notice Wanda struggling to answer the questions being thrown, while Vision looked at Wanda desperately waiting for an answer. It was almost as if the two of them didn't know themselves.

You also failed to notice Wanda zoning out of the conversation, staring off into the distance as Mrs. Hart continued pestering her for answers. "And what about the two of you, huh? You two roommates?" Mr. Hart questioned, noticing how closely seated you were next to Natasha.

"Something like that," Natasha responded, biting back the smirk that was fighting it's way onto her lips.

"Two lovely women such as yourselves shouldn't struggle to find a man. Why don't the two of you have husbands yet?" Mr. Hart asked, leaning forward. You felt the hair in your arms rise as you realised where the conversation was leading. Glancing at Natasha nervously, you noticed how her fingers were clenched around her cutlery.

"We just prefer each other's company," you stated simply, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth to distract yourself.

"What do you mean? Are you- that's unnatural!" He ranted. You ignored him, noticing that Wanda was still trying to answer questions about her and Visions marriage.

"Yes, yes, we were married in," Wanda paused, getting lost in her thoughts. Mr. Hart continued his rant to you and Natasha as You, Vision and Natasha glanced at Wanda nervously.

"You're both women! That's wrong!" Mr Hart argues.

"Well, what's your story?" Mrs. Hart questions Wanda.

Mr. Hart began shouting, slamming his fist onto the table as Mrs. Hart continued to grill Wanda for answers. Wanda snaps back into reality due to a sudden, unexpected noise. She turned to face Mr. Hart who began to choking. You stared at Natasha, frightened and unsure as of what to do in this situation.

"Oh, Arthur, stop it!" Mrs. Hart laughed. She repeated the words 'stop it' over and over again, her tone gradually becoming more panicked as her husband continued to choke. His hand rested on his throat. Vision stared at Mr. Hart in an unsure manner, his hands resting against the table almost as if the were pinned against it. You only just noticed how Mrs. Hart turned to Wanda as she continued repeating those same words.

"Stop it," she pleaded, her voice shaking as she looked at Wanda, who was staring at Mr. Hart in shock. Mr. Hart fell off his chair and onto the ground as he continued to choke. You wanted to rush over and help him but it felt as though your hands were bound to the table and you couldn't move your legs. You were only able to watch as the man continued to choke while his wife chuckled.

"Stop it."

"Vision, help him," Wanda demanded. Vision rushed out of his seat and next to Mr. Hart, phasing his hand through his throat and removing a whole chocolate covered strawberry.

When did Mr. Hart pick up the strawberry? You thought to yourself.

"Let me help you up," Vision offers, helping Mr. Hart back to his feet. The atmosphere in the room had immediately changed, going back to exactly how it was before. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped and everyone forgot what was happening.

"Would you look at the time!" Mr. Hart exclaimed making his way to the door as his wife followed behind him.

"Well," Wanda started, "are you both alright?" she questioned nervously, as she stood up. "Yes, we better be going. We had such a lovely time!" Mrs. Hart reassured. The couple left the house very abruptly, mentioning something about a promotion before exiting the front door.

"Oh, we must be going as well!" Natasha exclaims, pushing herself up out of her seat before saying goodbye to the two. She hugged them both before making her way out of the door. You hugged Vision and thanked him for having you over before making your way to Wanda.

"Tonight was wonderful, Wanda," you reassured, pulling her into a hug. You felt her shoulders slacken in your arms, sighing softly as she returned your embrace before pulling away from you, her arms resting on your shoulders.

"Thank you, thank you for everything."

As the two of you made your way home, you couldn't help but let Mr. Hart's words play on repeat in your mind. You could tell Natasha knew what was bugging you as she squeezed your hand gently. The two of you continued to hold hands as you made your way home.

"I know we can't get married," you started, as you stood in your living room, staring at the woman who made you feel most at home. She nodded, waiting for you to continue as she rested her hand against your cheek, allowing her thumb to gently stroke your face.

"But I just want you to know that I'm here for you. For better or for worse. I never want to be apart from you," you chuckled softly, staring at her in awe, allowing your eyes to glance at her lips before you looked back into her eyes.

"I know, моя любовь. And I'd do anything for you," Natasha began.

"Even die for you."

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milqueandsugar · 3 years

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🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Parts:

https://milqueandsugar.tumblr.com/post/643788553154920448/can-you-techno-with-a-reader-who-is-constantly

https://milqueandsugar.tumblr.com/post/643889114110918656/idk-if-this-is-where-you-put-requests-but-do-you

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, injury

Genre: Angst

| Hear No Evil, Do No Evil |

After your second kind of a date kind of not a date your very cateful around Techno

Every part of you tells you your being paranoid, but the other knows that theres something he isn't telling you

You know the piglin to well not to know when he's lying

And you care to much to ignore it

Convinced he's done something to upset you Techno doesn't search for your company like he used to

Something both him and the voices aren't very happy about

Being in love is a new emotion for him, he loves Philza sure, he loves Steven but he's never been IN love

He never realized how different those statements were before

Just like when he goes to many days without a kill the voices begin to get louder and louder, only this time he had no idea how to please them

Before he had lost everything he could lose he used to lock himself away during these fits

Know that he knows himself better, and how to control himself, he just goes around slaying any animal that crossed paths with him

Not the most elegant solution but it brought more peace to his mind

Now with no idea how to get the voices quiet he's resorted to quite literally trapping himself in his bunker

He know's your upset

He's convinced himself it's because of him

Theres no way in hell he's going to see you when all he can think about is how good you smell, how your smile makes his frozen heart melt, how soft your skin is compared to his own, how lovingly you adjust his clothes or armour after battle

All the while he scars the stone ground with his claws, chanting mantras alongside unheard voices

It had been a good two weeks since you had heard from the piglin. Not entirely unusual for you, as you rather detested the cool weather up in the arctic. However knowing there was some sort of conflict between you and your best friend made you restless at night, you couldn't keep ignoring him. He didn't deserve that, plus you missed Philza's morning tea, the smell of campfires that clung to everything in his house, the way Steve would bring sticks for you to toss. You missed the magnificent bastards that made up the Antarctic empire. More importantly, you missed Technoblade.

By the time you reached the cabin you had noticed it was unusually still. Steve and Carl were out in the yard, mosing about but there was no sign of Technoblade or Philza. They were both pretty hard workers, stubborn as hell as well, seeing as it was half past twelve you would expect the two of them to be running around doing chores. Surprisingly however it was still, perhaps they had things inside to do? Or maybe they took your suggestion for a lunch break a bit more seriously then expected.

Entering the cabin you call out for them, nothing, looking around you couldn't help but notice how much of a mess everything was. You had only ever seen the house in this much disarray before they traveled, or that time Phil let a creeper into the house and things got fucken wild. But, if traveling was the case why was Carl out front? And why was Techno's sword hung up on the mantle.

And unsettling feeling began to creep over your shoulders as you slowly begin to pick up the clutter. You couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation for things, so you decided to wait until you could come up with one or was given one. The sun had long set before Phil arrived at the house, clearly surprised to find you still sorting through chests. Clearly worried as well.

You turn to greet the man but are quickly cut off, "what are you doing here?" He ushers quickly shitting the door behind him. "I was looking for Technoblade, why is something happening? Is the butcher gang back?" You explain, chest tightening with unease. Something was seriously wrong. "No, no nothing like that we aren't in any danger. Technoblade is having another fit, he's not doing very well at the moment. It might be best for you to leave" Phil warned, his usual cheerful voice dripping with a nervousness you hadn't heard from him in a long time. You wave off the older gentleman scoffing, "Phil you're forgetting I used to go hunting with him I've seen him pretty bad-" "He's locked himself in his bunker. He doesn't even trust himself anymore, he won't eat nor sleep, whatever he has going on in his head is far more then the two of us can handle at the moment" Phil cut you off. You stood in shock, he locked himself away? Technoblade hasn't done that in.. years! What the hell was going on with him.

You wanted to believe Phil was lying to you, that Technoblade was off terrorizing villagers and he was just buying his companion time. But the genuine look of fear in his emerald eyes made your stomach sink. "He's not well Y/N, I certainly don't want him to come back to you dead or injured. He'll come through eventually, just not right now. " The blonde approached you and wrapped strong arms around your shoulders, you hadn't even realized that you were crying until he began to shush you.

"Listen, listen, stay the night here. It's too late for you to travel especially in this sort of weather, in the morning I'll take you back home, I'll let you know immediately when hes better" He assures you, pulling away to cup your face in his hands and wipe your tears with his thumbs. "Let's get you to bed, come on, let's go." Fatherly wasn't something you saw much in Phil anymore, but you couldn't deny how comforting it was, if not a bit embarrassing to have the man tuck you into Techno's sheets before turning out the lamp.

As you lay in the blood God's bed, listening intently to the sound of the howling wind you began to scheme. Something you did best was planning, and this night was no different. You had no idea how long Techno had been like this, if you had the time to curse yourself for avoiding him you would, but for the moment you just needed to make sure he wasn't dead. Slipping from his bedroom and past Phil's you gather a plate of rather light food, knowing he'd get sick if he ate something to heavy.

Stealing one of the Piglins cloaks you shield the food with your arms as you sneak our of the house. You knew Philza only had your best interest at heart, but he should have known better then to tell you your friend was in danger. Especially when that friend was less then a brisk walk away. By the time you get to the false wall your already shivering, the wind nipping at anything it could get at. Your nose was already beginning to run as you hit the disguised button and the wall drops.

At first you see nothing, the darkness and the snow fall blinding you to the scene in front of you. Stepping into what little shelter the cave provided you struggled to steady yourself after stepping on what looked to be the remains of a netherite chestplate. Hung up on the fact that he broke netherite with supposedly his bare hands you don't realize the Piglin lunging at you until your buried in the snow. Plates long discarded and broken you stare the husk of the man you knew in his wild eyes.

Almost like you could read the voices chants of your demise in the pools of ebony fear seemed to strike you harder then his fist. You heard your ribs breaking before you felt them, thank God for adrenaline. You felt nauseous, sick even as you blindly scratch and push at the weight on top of you. Grabbing a tusk by its base you pull left as hard as you can, taking his moment of unbalance to scramble away. Your hands grope for any sort of hold in the snowbank, desperate to get away from the beast on top of you. You dont make it far however before claws tear at the clothes and skin around your ankles, pulling you towards them with little care. Your screams of pain and/or fear are cut short by clawed hands tightening around your throat. Your pathetically small ones meet his, scratching desperately at the exposed hand with one while the other grabs a fist full of snow and smashes it into his face.

The white of the snow falling around you seemed denser then before, you felt cold, to your very bone under him. Under his stare. You've looked death before in the eyes, more then on one occasion, and you had never remembered them being so beautiful. For a split second you swear you hear another voice being carried by the wind, peeling your tear welled eyes from the piglin on top of you the fall towards the direction of the cabin, then at the shards of netherite. You had looked death in the eyes before, and you had yet to die. You weren't going to now.

Grabbing the shard and effectively slicing your hand open in the process you blindly begin to swing. Your chest burns, your skin burns, your vision is beginning to dim to nothing, all you can hear is the wind. Your stabs, or attempts at stabbing does little, with what minuscule amount of consciousness you have in yourself you get one finally blow, to somewhere before you cant feel anything anymore. You had never imagined death to feel so cold.

Technoblade's eyes begin to fall back into focus, pain driving the voices in his head silent as he looks down at the shard of netherite in his arm. More importantly his eyes fall onto a golden ring on the hand belonging to his attacker. A bear etched into its surface. That was Y/N's ring, he had given it to her for christmas. Anger flooding his chest he grinds his teeth, hands tightening around their neck. What right do they have to be wearing your ring? Dark eyes fall back down onto their attacker, bloodied and bruised.. and Y/N. His heart sunk faster then an anvil in a lake, scrambling backwards from your limp body he cant decide whether to look at you or his hands covered in your blood. No, no it couldn't be you, you were.. you were mad at him why would you come up? Why would you attack him?

Crawling to his side he lifted you into his arms, inspecting you closely. This had to be some sort of trick, some sort of lie? No, no you would never attack him you loved him, he loved you! That's why he was like this he was like this because he loved you! Scared lips began to quiver, and tears began to fall and subsequently freeze to his cheeks. No, no, no.

He couldn't think, his mind flooded with the screaming of the voices in his head, begging him to save you, to help you, to hold you. For once in his life he didnt know how, he couldn't save you. He had always been your knight in shining armour, and he cant save you.

He can't save you.

#blood for the blood god #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Little Witch - Part 12

the Darkling x Reader

The hour was late as the stars basked in the darkness and cold winter air. The fire roared in its hearth while your still steaming cup of sleep-aiding tea sat untouched on the small table. Your talk with Alina earlier was the cause of your unrest. You didn't know whether to feel sorry for her or be frustrated with her. She is a lovely girl, most pure and kind and quite literally the definition of sunshine, but something about her irked you and you hated it.

Maybe it was her somewhat unhealthy obsession with her friend, the tracker- Malyen Oretsev, or the sheer denial and lack of understanding of her position. Sure, Mal was the only thing that tied her to her old life, a sense of home, but he didn't belong anywhere near the Little Palace and posed a threat to Alina's true potential. She should understand that, no doubt it's been explained to her many times. She was no longer a random girl from the First Army or a Child of Keramzin, she was the Sun-Summoner and had to act the part.

But there was also a nagging feeling in you since your last words with Aleksander, the ones about the stag. From what you could gather, Alina definitely wasn't power-hungry, not yet anyway, and placing an antler anywhere on her would be against her wishes. You knew deep down that whatever he had planned would go far beyond just giving her an amplifier for her sake.

You sighed and moved around on the armchair again, trying to convince yourself those were the reasons you couldn't sleep, that Alina's position in this mess was why your mind wouldn't shut off, but who were you kidding, it was her and him. For starters, she called Aleksander by his name. The second the word left her mouth, your blood ran cold.

'Is he not here?' Alina looked to you from over her mug, eyes scanning the room.

'Who?'

'Aleksander, is he away at Kribirsk again?' Your smile faltered and your grip on your own mug loosened. But Alina waited for an answer.

'Oh umm, I don't know.' You did but the shock caused your mind to blank completely.

You had known Aleksander for years before he even told you his true name, you had to earn it. She spoke of her General with a fondness, at one point even speaking of him as if he were more than just her commanding officer.

'Do you miss the First Army Alina? I know you left friends behind, not just Mr.Oretsev.'

'I suppose I don't feel at home just yet, it's a lot to take in, this whole division of orders thing doesn't help either... But he assures me I am not alone, that I have an equal in the Palace.'

An equal?

The heat of the fire was doing nothing to calm down your rising rage. Apparently Aleksander was doing more talking with Alina than you'd thought, even sacrificing his own true name, one only spoken by you and his mother, for her to utter as if it was just another name. So what if you were in his chambers, making use of his office and sleeping in his bed, he clearly had his eyes on two prizes or maybe just one.

You felt sick now, be it from the heat or the anger, you got up and opened a window. The cold and dark night was a stark contrast to the licks of the flame. It made you feel at peace, but only momentarily. You heard voices outside, slowly growing louder. You rested your head against the wall, begging for one last moment of stillness, but alas the door was yanked open and his boots echoed throughout the room. You cursed yourself for deciding to spend another night in his quarters. You thought he'd be gone longer than just 4 days.

'I do hope you made yourself comfortable' His voice was as smooth as the kvas you had downed after Alina left. You wanted to turn around, but the anger was still there and all hell would break loose if you let your emotions run wild again.

'I did thank you. At least you have a desk'

'I'll get you one first thing in the morning'

'No need, I already requested one' Your voice was void of any emotion. Don't start a fight.

'Are you alright?'

'Just tired, being diplomatic is hard work' It sure was right now.

'Might I suggest actually getting into bed then?' His hand slowly came around your wrist and pulled you in the direction of the bedroom but ironically at the simple touch, your anger grew, when it usually has the opposite effect. You saw out of the corner of your eye that he had a genuine smile on his face, one that tended to make you melt but not now. You shrugged him off and walked in the direction of the door, leaving him utterly confused.

'Y/N what's going on.

'I'm tired, I'm going to bed' You tried so hard to act normal, not in any way pissed.

'Y/N look at me'

'Goodnight Aleksander' You couldn't help it, the mockery of his name just came out. There goes the diplomacy.

You heard him quickly walk towards you and tried to get to the door first to escape the tense atmosphere you created but he got there first, blocking your way.

'What?' You threw your hands up in exasperation not yet looking at him.

'Did something happen whilst I was away?'

'No'

'Then what is it'

'Nothing'

'Don't lie to me Y/N'

'Oh but it's okay for you to lie to me' Your eyes finally bore into his.

'Excuse me?' His expression read baffled; annoyed; pissed.

'Move away from the door Aleksander'

'No! You're going to be mature and have an actual conversation with me for once' He asked for it.

'Alright fine, Let's start with Alina''

'Y/N'

'I had a lovely little tea party with her today. Sweet thing. She loves to talk once you get her going. She told me a lot of fascinating stuff, including your name! How interesting don't you think.' Your voice was so cold it even made you shiver.

'I can explain'

'I'm not finished.' You felt that pull in you, that pull that comes before you put your fire or shadows to use but crammed it down with all your might. 'Her best friend hasn't been replying to any of her letters and I can recount there are many of them. Guess what I found in one of your drawers? They are all very poetic don't you think? I'm all for helping her adjust, but that's not help, that's manipulation Aleksander.'

'She won't let him go, It's dragging her down.' He said through gritted teeth.

'Dragging her down or away?' The double meaning in your words didn't go unnoticed by him.

'Y/N all I want to do is go to bed right now, I've had a long day, please.' His hand reached out for yours but you scoffed and moved away.

'You wanted to have this conversation, General, don't shy away when your actions are questioned.'

'Fine' He unblocked the door and crossed the room, throwing his cloak and kefta on the floor with a heavy thud. 'Is there anything else you wish to accuse me of Y/N dearest?'

'Look at you, so bitter but I haven't heard you deny any of it'

'You may go now if you like.' He picked up a decanter of whiskey and poured himself a generous glass

'Since when are you this childish Aleksander. Have I missed something in my 100-year absence?' You mocked.

'You left me with all of this' He gestured to the palace. '-That's what happened.'

'Don't turn this around on me, and I told you that wasn't a choice.'

'The Y/N I knew would have come back and not hid like a coward'

You stilled and waited for any sign of apology, but it never came. He meant it even though he knew how much such a simple statement would hurt you. You turned slowly and walked to the door.

'While I'm gone, at least have the common decency to change the sheets before you bring Alina in here' you shut it loudly behind you and heard the breaking of the glass, no doubt thrown at the door as you were leaving.

What a day.

Taglist

@theonelittleone @searching-for-gallifrey @0-artemis @lostysworld @xceafh @fire-in-her-veinz @patdsinner33 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @wizardwheezes @aleksanderwh0r3 @tomhollandisabae @hotleaf-juice @justmesadgirl @exo-1204 @houseofdupree @oberonpascal @eireduchess

Ok so idk if people can see this but I posted this like a week ago and apparently nobody seen it so here it is!!!!

Part 13

Here's my masterlist!!

#shadow and bone #grisha #imagine #the darkling #the darkling x reader #alexander #alexander morozova #ben barnes #fanfic #alina starkov #Alexander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #keftas

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yanqiiuver · 3 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 ༘♡

hello i am here to deeply and sincerely apologise for not posting for such a long time. i have been very busy and giving myself a break from the genshin fandom for a while and also given myself a break from really having much human interaction at all. but heres a uh fanfic? idk i wrote on my wattpad enjoy yuh AND I PROMISE THIS TIME I WOULD REALLY START WORKING ON THE ALBEDO FIC its just kinda awkward writing for albedo after i read the hydro and cryo slime fics with my friends im so sry

inspiration from the song 君がくれたもの

❀┊𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐧 (mordern au!)

❝涙をこらえて笑顔でさようならせつないよね。❞

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❝Farewell while smiling and holding back tears is so hard.❞

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ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [ 君がくれたもの ]

1:07 --◦---- -4:05

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warnings: angst yuh, as far as i remember there's no swearing of sorts

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𝙭𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙦𝙞𝙪 𝙥𝙤𝙫

──────── *ೃ ‍୨ 06/12/21 ୧ (dd/mm/yy)

I remember... when I saw you last summer. I wonder... do you still remember me? I can't seem to forget your smile. Your light blue eyes always seemed to glisten when we talk about your favorite topics. I really miss you.. Do you miss me?

──────── *ೃ ‍୨ 01/06/20 ୧ (shh pretend there was no covid) (i live in a country without summer so i'm not exactly sure when summer break is pls correct me if im wrong)

The last day of school before the summer holidays has finally come to an end! That was when i spotted you. I was walking on my way home under the blistering hot sun. There, I saw you bright blue hair standing out in all it's glory. This town i live in is small and I immediately knew you weren't from around here. They way you dressed was already different from our traditional clothing on it's own. As i turned to walk away, you called out to me, running towards me trying to gain my attention. I turned around to see you happily munching on a popsicle trying to speak to me. Your words were muffled by the cold treat you had in your mouth. Chuckling, I asked you to repeat what you said.

"I'm heading that way too! Wanna walk home together?" you asked me, smiling widely at me. Wanting to get to know you, I agreed. At first it was just silence, silence which i broke, asking you if you were moving here. I know it was a dumb question, I knew it was a dumb question, yet i still asked it, hoping, hoping so much that I had more than just the 11 week break to get to know you. You answered with a shake of your head, a wary smile visible on your face which faced the ground. You plastered on a lopsided grin and turned back up to face me. You told me we still had time before you left. You told me that it was ok, you comforted me. You knew that comforting a stranger is weird, I knew it too, yet you still comforted me.

──────── *ೃ ‍୨ 08/06/20 ୧

A week has passed since i met you, and that week was the happiest i have been my whole life. We became inseparable just after one week. Funny how this works. It felt like I've known you forever, like we have been friends forever.

──────── *ೃ ‍୨ 09/08/20 ୧

Its late at night, around 12am , you brought me to the playground that we go to all the time. This time it wasn't to play. You wanted to talk. You told me about how you were leaving the next day. We were both crying. I begged you to stay, I begged you to convince your mom to let you change schools, to no avail. You told me it was too late, that you were leaving early next morning, that the tickets were already bought. I never got the courage to admit to you, to tell you the secret I kept from you. And that night, I was blinded by grief, I didn't admit to you, and i forgot to ask for your number and so did you. But you held out your pinkie to me, asking me to hook mine along with yours. "I promise that I'll come meet you, 10 years later, 1st of June, the exact location we first met." I asked you why only 10 years later, why not next year. You only smiled sadly at me and we left the playground, walking back home in silence, with the occasional sobs.

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Alas, the day you would be leaving our small town behind has arrived. It has nearly been 2 months. Somewhere in between, I realised that I had developed feelings for you. When you're having fun, time sure passes quickly don't you think so? I'll greatly miss you my dear friend. Funny how I didn't think of asking for you number before you left. Maybe I forgot? I don't remember why. I just knew, as i watched you board the plane back to your home that I forgot to ask you for it this 2 months we had been together. I could see you crying and it broke me to see you crying like that. Without realising, I myself was crying too, watching you leave me behind. Oh how much stuff I have yet to tell you, it hurts just seeing you go. It hurts a lot. Being with you this past 2 months made me happy. You were the sunshine that brightened this dull life of mine. But my sunshine had to leave, and I myself knew that the day would come.

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9 years has passed. Every year on this very day, I would wait for you at the same place we met. I knew you told me 10 years but, I couldn't stop myself from hoping that maybe... maybe you would come back earlier. That maybe you would come back to me. Yet I knew my hopes were just mere dreams, that I wouldn't see you that soon.

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10 years have past, I hope you still remember our promise. You didn't break it did you? You will come won't you. I walked into the store, and there, I an ever so familiar tuff of light blue hair. It must be you. But beside you was a girl... Your fingers intertwined with hers as you smiled at her. You had a girlfriend. You turned your head towards me and widened your eyes, your smile became brighter. Oh how I missed your smile, and your bright blue eyes. I love them, I love you but I now know that I can never be with you, you found a girl you loved after all, I could see it in both your eyes.

I fake smiled and turned my head away, hiding the tears that I shed. Your smile etched in my brain.

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I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

#ask #anon #not art #long post #sorry im just in a bad spot tonight I guess #like i started my day pretty okay but somewhere along the way it nose dived and I'm just trying to not cry in my room

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