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larcenywrites · 11 months

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Raising a Baby Together | Headcanons

young!Tony Stark x Reader

Tony's barely navigated adulthood, and now he's navigating parenthood? He's not sure which is harder: working the 9 to 5 or keeping up with his little Starks!

Warnings: very mild sexual references | mild pregnancy references | one use of a she/her pronoun/term for reader

Family Series: 1 2 3

💠You hardly managed to keep track of one fussy baby, and now you have to keep up with Tony and his son? It's as stressful as it sounds, but at least his dear mother is around to help out at first! Especially considering Tony is finally working with his father and out of the house during the week.

💠But don't worry! He's definitely sticking around the house for that first week. He needs to learn how to change diapers and make a bottle, too! And struggle just as much to get baby to take said bottle.

💠Tony talks to his newborn as if he should understand words! Tony doesn't sound frustrated or anything, but he's not really cooing at him either?

💠"C'mon, we both know you're hungry." He sounds like a sleazy street salesman or like he's about to bribe a dirty cop. At least your son isn't crying anymore, cozied up in dad's arms, but sometimes he plays the waiting game and refuses to eat for a few minutes. Nothing is even wrong! He probably just likes to drive Tony crazy. It's entertaining to watch if you're around!

💠"No, do it like this," Tony chides playingly when he turns away, lifting the bottle to mouth. His son simply blinks up at him before smiling widely when he pretends to spit it out. "You eat this stuff?" He exclaims, smiling with him and sneaking the bottle right into his mouth. Somehow it works (almost) every time

💠"Do anything fun today?" He asks something like this nearly every day when he comes home and lifts him from his bouncer. He never answers, though. "Yeah, I didn't either."

💠"Were you good for mama today?" He makes sure to ask when he wanders to your side.

💠"Mostly," you tease, turning towards him when he's leaning in for a kiss.

💠"Well he's doing better than me," he mumbles back before smacking your thigh. Not in front of the kid!

💠Tony is struggling with his new work schedule, to say the least, and you're both struggling with the baby's schedule. Tony isn't used to waking up at 7am every day and is still awake throughout much of the night ☹️ The good thing is that he's able to take care of baby at 2am and really doesn't seem to mind! But you'll definitely be taking any shifts after 5am when Tony is finally asleep, and you'll probably have to get him out of bed, too 😅

💠Maria doesn't mind helping while Tony's away if you need it! Besides, she's probably pretty bored anyway. Howard's always gone during the week, but now Tony is too?? Maybe she can teach you a few tips and tricks that worked on a baby Tony, and she gets to gush over a baby again 🥰 and possibly spoil him more than Tony 🤫

💠But as soon as Tony is home, that baby is his! Unless your son is down for a nap, then you have to deal with a pouting Tony that also needs a nap, if we're being honest. But, well, with baby asleep, maybe you can finally get a nap, too! And cuddle up with your lover for a while 😉 Unless your bundle of joy wakes up crying, but, hey, Tony was the one pitching a fit about seeing him earlier, so make him go deal with it 🤧

💠Listen to him on the baby monitor every time! When he's already awake, you can hear Tony overexaggerate a surprised gasp before you hear a much softer "hey, junior" followed by another "hi!" when he picks him up 🥺 "Oh, what's wrong little man" he coos late at night when you both wake up to crying. You're not sure exactly how he does it, but he always manages to get him right back to sleep! Sometimes you might hear him humming the tune of a song that you used to dance to, or sometimes you might wake up to find that Tony had fallen asleep on the sofa or recliner in the nursery, with mini-him still in his arms or on his chest. And then he complains about his back hurting like he's some old man, and you might find that the next time he's taking a nap, he and baby are both in the bed 🥺

💠But the two of you always put him into his crib together before you both go to bed. For those first weeks, it may be the only quiet time you can really spend together, which is quite a change 💔 Tony is pretty clingy because of it. If you're not walking around, he's right next to you on the sofa with arms wrapped around you and head on your shoulder 🥺 Or he'll take a turn at holding him, especially if you're having trouble, and this time you can cozy up to him and ask about his day! And the soft conversation does help put your son to sleep, and sometimes one of you! And Tony is far too afraid that he'll wake both of you, so he'll just sit there until he gets the courage to try and stir you 😅 But if he falls asleep on you, well, at least he's easy to wake up?

💠When Tony is home for the weekend, and therefore not as tired as he is during the week, the house is full of noise, and Tony wants to take his son everywhere. His four-month-old won't necessarily remember the aquarium or the zoo or get to try all the different foods at his favorite restaurant, but they both share those always curious eyes, but this time the wonder in Tony's is more focused on the wonder in his son's 🥹

💠Tony can behave when you're out and about, but at home? He does anything and everything to keep his kid entertained, or maybe just to keep him entertained. Especially when he finally starts laughing, it's all you'll hear. Tony is constantly playing peek-a-boo or simply repeating the same babbling sounds and coos. When that little hand is grabbing at his face, baby seems to find it pretty hilarious when dad nibbles his arm or starts poking his cheeks instead! Sometimes you can't decide who's louder!

💠And, well, Tony's decided he can't get enough of all those smiles and laughter and crying, sooo he's going to have to figure out how to bounce two babies on his leg 😌 It may be a bit soon, but Tony doesn't want his son to get lonely like he did as a kid :( Your son doesn't actually understand, but eventually he starts mimicking Tony and touches and kisses your tummy 🥺

💠"Come on, you can say dada." Once again, he sounds like he's trying to bribe him. Only incoherent baby babbling follows, along with Tony's slightly frustrated sigh. "Close enough." When he does finally say it, you're probably not around, and Tony barely registers it while he's busy making lunch. He quickly turns around, pointing an accusatory finger his way. "Did you just say what I think you said?" But he only gets an innocent grin in return. He'll probably only say it again when you walk by, and while you're busy gasping and turning towards Tony, he's pointing fingers again. "I knew I wasn't crazy!"

💠Once your baby is old enough for baby food, you can guarantee that Tony is doing a taste test every time! His opinion is never very high, but at least when your son is busy laughing at dad's funny face, he can sneak that spoon right into his mouth!

And with the ability to eat more foods, comes Tony's excitement to give him sour things like lemons 🍋 and honestly he's just excited to share, like, a bowl of cheerios or something

💠But if you're ever all around the table for dinner, someone's parents probably want their grandson to sit by them for once to feed and talk to, and Tony isn't quite used to that… he's not afraid to act silly to get his son's attention from the other side of the table and make him laugh 🥰 especially if Tony has already checked out of a boring conversation. And baby must be tired of it too, because when even dad isn't fun anymore, causing trouble and flinging rice is!

💠Maria is always buying new clothes, and half of them don't fit anymore after a month or two 😔 At least you can save them for the next little one coming soon! Speaking of which, she sends her condolences when it turns out to be another boy… Even she doesn't want to keep up with three Tonys 🤧

💠But Tony sure is excited! Excited to cause trouble with his boys, that is 🙄 It's years away, luckily for you, but Tony's already buying plastic tools and talking about the lab. It might make you a bit nervous, considering all the incidents you've had to bandage up, but it is sweet to see him talk about it. He didn't exactly have the best father and son experience, but he's more than ready to make his own ❤️

💠And it must be working already because any time Tony walks into the room, whoever is holding his son will be forced to give him up— and not because Tony is the one pouting about it! Eventually your son starts to point and grab for his dad when he's returned from being out of sight for a few minutes too long! And poor Tony can never resist, even if he recently handed him off because he was getting tired 😭 "Okay, little Stark," he sighs, giving in and taking him back into his arms. But everyone awwws when he lays his head on Tony's shoulder 🥺 and now Tony definitely can't hand him off again while he's so cute and comfy! And Tony hasn't lost that proud smirk— yeah, he's the best dad with the cutest baby 😌

💠You can guarantee that his mom is eager to not only take pictures, but to go through all of the ones from back then! Tony still has a bit of that baby face himself 🥺

💠And Howard is, well, kinda still Howard. He may not be the most reactive or act the most excited, but he does love his grandson even if he doesn't ask to hold him very often. But he and Maria are more than happy to watch him when you two want a day or night to yourselves! With they way they talk about him, your son must be a perfect angel! You aren't quite convinced when you attempt to put him to sleep that night.

💠He's learned to wave bye to Jarvis every time you leave, and the always calm and collected butler can't help but melt and coo at the newest Stark🥹

💠With baby's first steps comes another one that can't even lift his head yet. Tony took pride in always being the favorite, but as soon as his oldest learned to walk? Gone like the wind! Tony is the one following him around, and always hovering so anxiously. But the kiddo doesn't need anyone to hold his hand, literally! Tony won't say it, but something about it has him a little sad :( At least he has a newborn that can't scramble away just yet? Give it a week or so, though, and he's tottering back to dad with any toy he can find :) and maybe a leaf or two that fell off of a houseplant that he miraculously didn't try to eat 😮‍💨

💠At this point, Tony better have figured out that work/sleep schedule because you sure can't handle them both at the same time! Even if he's literally falling asleep at the table while bottle-feeding your youngest, he is dedicated to the cause. And he finds it hard to put one down for the other, but so do his sons. If his youngest is giggling at his peppering kisses, his oldest is begging for some love, too 😠

💠But, things aren't always so peachy around the house… your 16-month-old has decided it's more fun to throw those chunky plastic cars around instead of sending them down their track, and your 3-month-old is not very happy with all the noise during his nap time 🥲 These are definitely the days that Tony is both glad to be gone, and also feels pretty bad when he comes home to you needing a nap just as much as your littlest one, before immediately getting a plastic hammer thrown at him. And while he's trying his best, for once even he can't get either of them down for a nap, and at dinner time, every single chicken nugget ends up on the floor. At least the chicken nugget thrower himself thinks it's funny, and it's probably the only thing keeping Tony smiling right now 🙂

💠Tony has no idea how discipline works anyway, much less on a baby! And, well, Tony really doesn't want to have to do any of that anyway :( Has he ever even said the word "no"? Suddenly it feels much harder, but he can't just let his kid get away with trying to crawl up the stairs on his own! Eventually he'll get better at it, but... maybe he should ask his mom about it. Or Jarvis? He wasn't exactly disciplined either, huh... or not in the right ways, at least 😬

💠As much as Howard and Tony still have their differences, they can definitely bond over their experiences with their respective troublemakers 😇

"Was I that bad?"

"No, you were worse."

💠You two finally manage to get them to eat and somehow to sleep, but by the time you do, Tony's probably sprawled out on the floor and nodding off, and also acting like a baby when you try to get him up 🙄 but he's wide awake when his low groans of protest stir one of the sleeping Starks right next to him 🫣 if we stay still enough he'll go back to sleep on his own…

💠But it's after the worst days that Tony tries to be a little more romantic! He hasn't forgotten about his dedication to you too! Date nights are a bit sporadic now, and you don't have quite as much time between yourselves anymore, but no matter how tired you both are, who could say no to him setting up a nice bath and pouring your favorite wine 😘 Especially after a few convincing kisses and a sly grin that's always up to no good~

Family Man Series: 1 2 3

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starryevermore · 2 years

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Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though!

baby murdock ✧ matt murdock

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request: Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though! - anon

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 926

warnings?: fluff, pregnancy announcement, not proofrad

note: thank you so much for sending this request in!! im doing well, and i hope you are too!

The rustling around the apartment woke you up. You let out a yawn, stretching your limbs out, forcing your tired eyelids open to see your beloved husband, Matt, stumble in from a long night of crime fighting. Matt was usually quiet when he came in, but tonight he was a little heavier on his feet, uncharacteristically bumbling around as he searched for the first aid kit. You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to acknowledge that you were awake, before you realized he was a little too out of it. You pushed yourself off the couch, walking his way.

Matt’s head snapped in your direction, a frown on his face. “I told you, you don’t have to wait up every night for me. You deserve your rest.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did fall asleep.”

“On the couch?” Matt questioned. “That’s hardly a good place for you to sleep. We have a nice, big bed for a reason. You should use it.”

“It feels too big without you in it, honey.” You bent down, fishing the first aid kit out of the bottom cabinet and set it on the kitchen counter. “C’mon, lemme patch you up.”

Matt took a seat on one of the nearby stools, his eyes fluttering shut as you applied the disinfectant to his wounds, letting out a quiet hiss at the stinging contact. You set the disinfectant down and took the Neosporin, squeezing some out onto the tip of your finger, rubbing it on the cuts, before applying a bandaid. As you finished up, he asked, “Why did you wait up for me?”

“I had news for you,” you said. “I was gonna tell you as soon as I found out, but I wanted to see your reaction when I told you.”

His brows furrowed together. “So, it’s something good then?”

“Very, very good,” you said, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. “If this was a movie or something, I’d grab your hand and put it on my belly, but that feels a bit ridiculous since you wouldn’t be able to feel anything.”

Matt’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening. Then, the shock quickly melted into joy, that giant ear-to-ear grin taking over his entire face. He nearly fell off the stool as he started to get up. You reached out, letting him tug you into his strong arms, squeezing you so tight you thought you might pop. “We’re having a baby? You’re having my baby?” he whispered.

“Just found out this afternoon. It was one of those at-home pregnancy tests, so we should still go to the doctor and get one of their fancy tests to make sure it’s not a false positive or something, but…yeah, we’re having a baby!”

“We need to start baby-proofing the apartment! The baby’ll be here soon, and things get busy, and that’s really, really important. Especially the kitchen, can’t have our baby getting into anything dangerous,” Matt babbled. “We need to get a crib, too. Oh, where should we put that? We should start putting together a baby registry, too, for the baby shower. Who should we invite to that? And—”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his. He let out a quiet noise, before leaning into the kiss. Then, you pulled away, laughing under your breath. “I haven’t seen you this frazzled since you proposed to me.”

“That’s not true. I was just as frazzled at the wedding!”

“And then Foggy got you drunk and you climbed on a table and started belting the chorus to Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

“The Lion King is a classic!”

“I don’t question that,” you laughed. “What I am questioning is why that’s the song you chose to sing in front of all of our friends when everyone already knew we’d be having sex for the next week while on our honeymoon.”

Matt’s face tinted pink, ducking his face down to hide in the crook of your neck. “Shh, you shouldn’t say that word in front of our baby. They can probably hear you.”

“What, hear me say the word sex? The baby doesn’t even have ears until, like, the twelfth week or something!” You shook your head, another laugh escaping you. “Can you believe it? We’re finally gonna become parents.”

“I can hardly wrap my mind around it. And—oh, shit. We need to call Foggy,” Matt mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “He said he’d give me the cold shoulder for the rest of my life if I didn’t call him the second I knew he was gonna be an uncle.”

You snorted, shaking your head, carding your fingers through his hair. “He does know he’s not technically an uncle, right?”

“He knows he’ll be the godfather and that’s good enough for him.”

“What if I said Frank or Luke get to be the godfather?”

“I think we’d get to see Foggy try and fight them, and I don’t wanna see the poor guy lose like that,” Matt said.

“Fine, your best friend can be the godfather,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Matt’s head. “But I get to pick the godmother.”

“We both know it’ll be Karen.”

“Shh! That was supposed to be a surprise!”

And, for the rest of the night, you and Matt (and Foggy, too, on the phone) talked about Baby Murdock and what the future would hold, and you couldn’t wait for all of it to come true.

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sexynetra · 10 months

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7 for anarcia for the asks

7. ”go ahead, leave. i don’t care anymore just leave,”

I didn’t go into this intending to write hurt/no comfort but… I’m so sorry 😅

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Anetra was exhausted of this. She was exhausted of the constant fighting, of the passive aggressive remarks, of the thinly veiled resentment. She still loved Marcia. She would always love Marcia, but she didn’t know how much longer she could last like this. Something needed to change.

Her chest felt tight as she watched the clock on the wall tick over to the 9, the untouched dinner abandoned on the dining table long cold. She had no clue where Marcia was. She had stopped asking, for the most part. It never got her any answers anyways. And she wasn’t even certain she wanted to know. Confirming her suspicions would hurt more than the what-if’s.

Still, she felt her heart clench even more when she finally heard the front door unlocking a half an hour later. She didn’t want to do this. Doing this meant losing the most important thing in her life. But… in a way, she had already lost her.

“Marcia? Babe? Is that you?” She called out from where she was curled on the couch, date night attire swapped for cozy sweats and reading glasses, already on her third cigarette of the evening. She heard Marcia’s heels clicking on the hardwood floors before she saw the familiar coiffed blonde head of hair poking around the corner. She looked beautiful as ever, and Anetra could hardly look at her.

“Yeah, just me. You didn’t have to wait up for me, babe—“ she trailed off, eyes making their way to the smoldering cigarette still delicately held between Anetra’s index and middle finger. Marcia let out an indignant disgusted noise, crossing her arms and glaring at the offending object. “I’ve told you a million times not to smoke in the house. Plus, you told me you were trying to quit. Where did you get those cancer sticks anyways? I threw away all the packs in the house last week.”

Anetra closed her eyes, taking a long drag as she contemplated what to say. “It’s the only thing that helps me relax anymore.” She settled on finally. “And I’ve had a hell of a lot to be anxious about over the past few months. So forgive me for falling back to old habits, but I’m not sure you get a say in how I live my life. You certainly don’t let me have a say in how you live yours.”

Marcia’s eyes narrowed dangerously and Anetra steeled herself for the coming blows. “I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, Anetra, but I would be very careful how you proceed if I were you. You’d best not make any claims you can’t back up.” She hissed out and Anetra snapped, pushing herself to her feet and storming over to where Marcia was in the doorway.

“Oh, fuck all the way off with your empty threats. You don’t scare me. If you had nothing to hide, you would have told me where you were the first god damn time I asked you! But no. You’re fucking cagey every time I ask, and you’ve been getting home later and later and I have enough self respect to not let you string me along like some naive lovesick fool.” She growled, feeling her face going pink with anger.

Marcia took an instinctive step back, but the angry expression never left her face. “You don’t own me. You don’t get to know where I am 24/7 just cause we’re dating. You have no right to control me. I’m your girlfriend, that should be enough for you to trust me.”

Anetra threw her arms up in frustration, a humorless laugh escaping. “I never once wanted to control you, oh my god. I haven’t gone through your shit, I haven’t followed you anywhere. I’ve let this shit slide for months now. You’ve missed date nights, my performances. Family dinners, events, our fucking anniversary, and you still won’t tell me where you are or who you’re with. I want to trust you more than anything but I’m not an idiot. You don’t get blind trust anymore, you lost that privilege.”

Marcia’s jaw twitched and Anetra thought she saw a hint of sadness pass over Marcia’s face, but it was back to anger almost immediately, and Anetra half wondered if she had imagined it.

“God, you’re so fucking insecure, it’s crazy. Im spending time with my friends and staying late at work. You’re creating these fantastical stories about me to try and justify how controlling you are. I don’t have to put up with any of this, you know.”

Anetra stared at her, mouth open. Anetra was far from perfect, but she was far from a controlling partner. She had let so much slide without so much as a word of discontent slip. And she was done. “Go ahead, leave. I don’t care anymore, just leave,” her voice cracked on the final word and she had to blink rapidly to keep her tears at bay. She heard Marcia’s sharp inhale and brought the cigarette back to her lips, praying the nicotine would keep her calm enough to get through this.

“Wait, Anetra, babe, I didn’t—“ she started but Anetra cut her off before she could get her thoughts out.

“I’m serious. I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but… I just can’t. I’m sorry. Please just… just go.” The first tears spilled over and she clenched her eyes shut, embarrassed and overwhelmed. She felt Marcia’s thumb on her cheek a moment later, swiping at the wayward tears, and she flinched at the contact. “Don’t… don’t do that. Please. This is too hard already.” She whispered, more to herself than to Marcia.

Her resolve nearly broke entirely when she felt Marcia’s soft lips pressing a kiss to her forehead, wracking a small sob out of her. “I’m not letting you go without a fight, Neech. I can’t… I won’t. I’m gonna fight for us, even if you won’t.” She whispered against Anetra’s skin. Anetra wanted to believe her. More than anything in the world.

But she didn’t. “I’m sorry. I wish that was enough.” She sniffled, stepping back. Marcia’s jaw flexed and she looked down to the floor.

“Yeah. Me too.”

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mcwentfandomtraveling · 1 year

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Hi! Welcome to my blog! I'm Nori, and I don't do much here! This blog is mainly for my non otome game interests! My blog for otome game stuff is called @mcofthemansion! (Although I don't post much of my own stuff since I'm going through a thing about how I feel about my writing) Anyways!

So, um...I guess I'll talk a bit about myself and my interests as an introduction! And feel free to send an ask or a dm if you want to chat about them! I'll reply at some point!

So! I'm 20 and currently doing my bachelor's for early childhood education! It's a lot of work and I'm always exhausted but I do like it!!!

My hobbies include :

• Writing (however, I'm going through a thing about it, so I'm not feeling up to doing requests right now... but if you send me a suggestion that really REALLY makes me excited then I'll post it! I'll be really fickle about posting writing though!)

• Sewing (I make tiny chibi character plushies and maybe small animals!)

• Games (mostly otome games, but that's all on my other blog! I do, however, also enjoy pokemon games and visual novel games like Ace Attorney and Dangenronpa, I'm also attempting Zelda breath of the wild but I'm still deciding how I feel about it since it's really different then games I usually play!)

My interests and Ocs :

(All Ocs are 18 or older!)

♡ Tmnt (2012, ROTTMNT, Bayverse tmnt)

The turtles are always amazing and I love them in any version!!! But I tend to lean on the Donnie and Leo are my favorites bias kind of often 😅 but I do love all of them!

And I do have an oc for Tmnt named Kaede! She's human and sincerely sucks at fighting, but I love her! I have different variations of her depending on the version!

♡ Lord of the rings and the hobbit

With my personality I struggle to actually see myself in the universe since I'm not as ethereal or impressive as any of them 😅

But I'm fond of the fanon ship of Bagginsheild and I love dwarven culture! I don't know why I just do!

I do have an oc named Islyn and she has a really complicated story that I'm not getting into rn! But I personally ship her with Glorfindel! (I don't usually like elves as much as dwarves but Glorfindel just kind of somehow became special to me! I guess I also like Elrond too but Glorfindel is #1)

♡ Pokémon

I am playing pokemon scarlet atm! :)

But I've played every game since soulsilver and heartgold and watched the anime too!!!

I have three ocs because...yeah! (Satomi, Kyrene, Andromeda)

But the oc I'll probably talk about most is Andromeda/Andy! She's such a sweet lil' sapphic!!! She's got a huge crush on Rika in Paldea's E4!

Another character I like a lot is Colress from Unova!!! I just like him!!! My oc Kyrene is interested in him!

♡ Marvel but mostly fanon Marvel

The Supreme fam (Stephen, Tony, Peter, Morgan, Harley, America) is my found family and my comfort when things just aren't great at home

So...since the MCU established that there's a multiverse...here's my sort of my world for these existing characters!

~Everyone is alive

~Stephen and Tony are married with lots of kids

~Steve is married to Bucky and they have one kid (so far)

And my Oc Savannah/Sav is biologically related to both Stephen and Tony and there's a whole space and magic reason why!

If I post about them it's for my own peace of mind and sanity so please don't be mad! Canon marvel is great too! And I'm glad people enjoy it! I just can't stand anymore sadness in my life so I need Tony to be alive and well and happily married to Stephen!

♡ DC

but I'm only starting to get to know it so I hardly know anything!

So far I'm quite liking Batman!

And I've watched Black Adam like back when it released...and I'm planning on watching Superman and Aquaman! So I'll post more on it when I have a better understanding!

♡ Anime

I have lots of anime I like! I'll just say a few though! Blue exorcist, Kuroshitsuji, Death note, Ouran high school host club, Kamisama hajimemashita, Moriarty the patriot, Case study of vanitas, sk8, spy x family, The Devil is a part-timer, Sugar apple fairy tale!

♡ Med dramas/Tv series

Mostly House md and Chicago med

They're a found family for me! So I have ocs as like the kids of my favorite ships

Ships I like :

~Ethan and April Chicago med

~House and Wilson

~Thirteen and Foreman

.......

I ALSO HAVE RP-ABLE CHARACTERS!

That's basically it! I might add more interests if I get any! And I might write or post a picture of something I've made! But honestly I don't want to force myself...there's a lot I'm still healing from both mentally and physically...

But please feel free to talk with me if you feel like it! If you like a character from any of the things I like feel free to give me a paragraph of your undying love for them! I'd smile and it would make me happy to see you happy!

And you can give me writing suggestions! I don't mind! But I can't guarantee I'll do them but who knows maybe I'll have it in me to try!

Smiles are contagious so let's give them to everyone!!! And I'm sending lots of hugs and love to everyone!!!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Idk I attempted to make a Masterlist which I will eventually clean up...😅 one day...hopefully

#hugs #anime #dc comics #marvel #chicago pd #house md #silmarillion #lord of the rings #the hobbit #just stuff #multi fandom #update

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perfectlypinkduck · 2 years

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Fictional writer emoji ask

😅 I am literally not embarrassed by any of my writings.

🥺 I always put my emotions in all of my writings. I have a happy personality and I love movies and I get some motivations from them with out knowing it at the time.

🤡 most of everything makes me laugh because I crack myself up as I am writing. I will be sitting down writing and my imagination is healthy and laughing is a huge part of who I am.

I will just bust out laughing and tell a family member hey listen to what I just wrote and they bust out laughing to.

😈 yes, all of the time because I know what I look for in a book or story and sometimes my family has me to write funny stories about them and they know that I will always have something crazy good for them to read.

✍ no

👁 I don't have a shopping cart in my emojis.

The interaction between the characters and their closeness they have one way or another.

👅 again I don't have the correct emoji.

It depends on what the wildest ride means to others.

Me: when hope thought she watched Vince burned to death. It really hit home with me and it was the only writing I did that when went to my heart. I normally won't write about sadness.

? I don't have all of these emojis on my computer.

Give myself a compliment.

Okay, I am 100% sincere about my writings.

That's what makes them good.

💋 it depends, because I don't like cheesy stuff.

I like heart felt emotions and if it's not emotional and real feeling I won't finish reading it.

🎶 yes, I listen to kiss alot, on loop, heaven is on fire and something like girl I was made to love you by kiss.

🛠 nothing, I fly by the seat of my pants 100% of the time.

⛔ yes, I actually do and I have 2 or 3 of them.

I didn't like the characters anymore.

🙋‍♀️I don't know.

🍦hope and Vince because they connected with each other because they have the same life history and heart.

🍷yes, sometimes

🍆 not the real hot spicy stuff for the world to see.

But I keep those personal because it's personal.

🌞 when it's quite and I can think.

💖 my dad is a writer and he would let me read his blogs. But his was about work. His crew learned alot more about him by reading his blogs.

✉ I am happy to hear for people about my writings.

I know I have been slacking on editing but I am working as well as writing on down time. My only excuse there.

❌ I am very careful about describing cultural differences and I have seen how people are extremely tackie when they write about the same thing.

💲I guess, my friends say I should publish my writings and become a writer for a career.

🧐 on my really private writings I research the heck out of those.

🏆this one on here about hope and Vince. I have family and friends who logs on every day or night to read my blog and I get text messages Thur the night giving me feedback.

🥮 don't have a pumpkin

I don't write anything about holidays or hardly anything about weddings and funerals.

Here lately I have found myself having break my own rules.

🎯 yes, my best friend, because she's been knowing me for a real long time. We're so inttuned with each other I had her to write a 1/2 chapter for me Because I was busy at work and I didn't want to fall behind.

She's a teacher and she sat at her desk at home and wrote me a 1/2 chapter and I had asked her where was her work starting at.

💅don't have the contact emoji

I would love them, but I am so attached to my work I think I would be really picky.

📈 honestly, personal ones I would never put here probably about 21

Spiral notebooks full.

🦅 fly by the seat of my pants.

👀 I never know till I get there. never think about oh, I say I need to write about this or that.

🤗 first of all, like here look around and see if this is the place for your writing.

Know your Audience a little bit a tiny bit.

Then remember, be real about your writings. Be respectful and don't just slap a bunch of crap out with not plot no direction to it.

Then just have fun.

💞 hope is because I have been accused of running my house like boot camp.

My kids never was allowed to be shaped tongue or just rude little creeps. Hopes background the family business makes her have self control alot.

🧠 Vince

🤩Vince, because I have literally been raised around a bunch of guys.

🤲 maybe hope and Vince gets pregnant.

😬 the Brad stuff when it went wrong

Because it's nothing like they're use to read from my stories.

I mean I have a few friends and family who reads all of my blogs but they know everything about me.

🎉 I have been writing long enough to know when it's good or not.

I feel it inside of me.

✅ the personalities and regulationships interactions between the characters.

How two characters can really relate with each other

📚 yes, most Definitely.

⌛not long at all, minutes maybe 3o minutes if I am laughing my butt off at the thing's that I think about.

🤯 I have not wanted to write about action yet.

Personal experiences, those are the hard ones.

💔 yes, when hope watching Vince burning up in the car.

I woke up last night and said, I don't like it.

I will rewrite it tomorrow, I have had sorrow in my life and that tore me up.

My dad died of cancer and my best friend she got cancer 2 years later but she is good now.

💥 if you are a writer then I am OK with it.

🤭 no

Just fictional Novel

🥰 yes, I would love questions.

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peanutcrow · 2 years

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I watched turning red last night and I really loved it!

I think I might make gifs of this movie too, but don‘t worry, I‘ll not stop making encanto ones :)

#also there are so many good requests in my inbox :>#generally I will make gifs of different movies or shows if I feel like it #I just hardly watch anything anymore 😅

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nolawritesfanfics-deactive · 3 years

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Hello! Can i ask for an argument hurt/comfort with Diluc, Childe and Xiao? Take your time and please take care of yourself! I love your writing a lot<3

Hello!! I love this idea sm- I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, so it might have turned out a little more angsty than intended 😅

(Also tysm! I’m so happy that you like my stuff and really appreciate your support!! I hope that you’re taking care yourself as well! /(T0T)/💖💖💖)

Lmk if there are any mistakes!

{..*_★} How Diluc, Childe, and Xiao fight with you + when they make you cry

Warnings: Fighting, arguing, mentions of self neglect, injury, insults

Pairings: Diluc x Gn!reader, Childe x Gn!reader, Xiao x Gn!reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Diluc is a calm and serious fighter. Once you get him fired up, he lets the fire he was cursed with take over. This happens not only on the battlefield, but also in arguments.

Diluc will make sure to keep his voice adamant and low the whole time, only showing aggression through his tone. Fights may not happen often for you two, but when they do, you can expect Diluc’s insults to hit too close to home.

But, if you start crying, a shot of anxiety will rush through his stomach, and he’ll cringe at his own mistakes. He starts having an internal panic attack, because he never, ever, meant to hurt you so badly. He really never meant to hurt you at all.

He’ll open his arms to you and understand if you need some space. But when you’re ready, let him know, and he’ll come running back to you.

The dimly lit corner of yours and Diluc’s room made you feel so empty, so alone. Crickets could be heard from the outside of the Winery, the silence that followed their chirps making you feel sick. It was late, far too late for anyone to be awake. But, you always had a hard time sleeping when Diluc wasn’t with you.

Every night for the last two weeks, Diluc would work until the early hours of the morning. No matter how many times you tried to get him to sleep, he would scoff and brush off your complaints, leaving you to fall asleep alone. You were sick of it.

You couldn’t just ignore how the sheets beside you were always cold, and how the scent of your lover was almost gone from his side of the bed. A mix of hatred and loneliness settled in the pit of your stomach as you ran a hand over where he would usually fall asleep. You hated how you missed him.

It truly was selfish, wasn’t it? He was working so hard, but you- you couldn’t do anything but watch as mounds of paperwork and missions eroded his existence into dust. And even if you were lonely without him, it hurt much more to watch him neglect himself like this.

You huffed, finally fed up. You threw the blankets off, and climbed out of bed, clenching your fists as your feet met the cold wooden floor. The floor creaked slightly with every step you took. You opened the door, and came face to face with Diluc, who was still glued to his desk signing papers.

Dark circles had accumulated under his eyelids, and a sleepy mist seemed to cloud his eyes. Stacks of paper were scattered everywhere, and a cold cup of coffee sat dejectedly at the corner of the desk. The maids were nowhere to be seen, so you assumed that they had all given up trying to get Diluc to relax, leaving him to his own devices.

As you entered the room, Diluc’s head shot up. A concerned expression replaced the focused look he previously had.

“(Y/n), what are you doing awake? You should go to sleep.” He murmured, his voice gravely from exhaustion.

“No, Diluc. I can't do this anymore. You can't do this anymore.” You pinched the bridge of your nose in irritation, only growing more aggravated at his weakened state. Couldn’t he bear to take care of himself, at least once?

“What?”

“Diluc, you’re a mess. You’ve hardly spoken to anyone today, much less me-“

“Is that what this is about?” Diluc cut you off, exhaustion and anger lacing every syllable that left his mouth. He gripped the edge of the desk, using it as a crutch to stand up. “(Y/n), I told you earlier, I don’t have time for this.”

“Listen, I’m sorry, but you need to take better care of yourself Diluc. I can't just stand by and watch you do this yourself!” You raised your voice, not caring if you were being too loud. The soft light decorating the room felt suffocating, a thin sheet of sweat now coating both of your bodies.

“Archons, why are you like this?! All I ever ask for is some peace and quiet, but you never listen because your problems are, apparently- so much more important than mine!”

Diluc’s voice was much louder than yours was, and adrenaline and stress had taken his place in the argument. He knew this too, but couldn’t hold himself back. He hadn’t let anything out for days, and he was just too exhausted to filter himself. You knew this, but everything he said still felt like razor blades against your skin.

“I need to stay on top of things, and I can’t let anyone waste my time.” Diluc closed his eyes, as silence filled the room. “Especially not you.”

His gloved hands clenched around nothing. Time was starting to kick in again, and his body started feeling heavier with every passing second. Everything he had just said was starting to register in his brain, and a sickening feeling settled in his stomach. He thought that you were alright- that he hadn’t gone too far. But, that was until a small, guttural sob erupted from your lips.

Were you really just a waste of time to him?

Diluc opened his eyes, the uneasiness in stomach morphing into terror, the feeling spreading through every crevice of his heart. He had never made you cry before. It had never gone this far.

Oh god, he thought. Oh god no- nononononono- he didn’t mean to hurt you, he—

Now, tears were starting to fill his own eyes. He wanted to sob, to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, but he knew that wouldn’t be fair to you. Instead, he held out his hand. It was a silent offering, a mere suggestion. You had every right to refuse.

He didn’t know why, but you slowly padded into his embrace, choking out apologies. More confusion and panic filled his mind as he encased his arms around you. If anyone should be apologizing, it’s him. You felt so warm in his arms, he truly did not deserve you.

“I- I’m so sorry, love.” He stammered. “Please, don’t apologize, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I just- I just want you to be okay, Diluc! Nothing else matters.” You cried, burying your face into his chest. Diluc held you tighter, placing soft, airy kisses on the top of your head. He rubbed circles into your back and let you sob your heart out in his embrace.

“I know, my darling, I know.” He whispered, voice breaking halfway through his sentence. “You- you were just being kind, and I took everything out on you.”

His left hand supported your waist as his right was lifted to cradle the back of your head.

“Please… forgive me.”

The atmosphere had cooled down, the suffocating feeling that the air delivered being replaced by a gentle, cool breeze. Soon enough, you and Diluc started swaying back and forth, wallowing in the unusual calmness of the winery.

You nodded against his skin, pressing a tiny kiss to his palm. The silence had resumed, the silence and swaying of your bodies lulling both you and Diluc to sleep. You continued to place soft kisses along the Darkknight hero’s neck, causing him to sigh in relief.

After a few minutes, you finally spoke up once more.

“Will you come to bed now? I’ll help you with your work in the morning.” You mumbled.

“There’s no need for that, my love….”

You shot him a glare.

“A-ah, If you insist.” A nervous chuckle leaves Diluc’s throat at your response, deciding to leave the subject alone for tonight. Diluc intertwines your fingers and leads you to the bedroom.

“Let’s get some sleep, now.” He whispers.

He opens the door, and gives you one last love-drunk smile before lying down beside you. You don’t even have time to blink before he’s out like a light, nuzzling his face into your neck.

Childe is a ruthless fighter. He will do what is needed to survive at all costs.

By the time he’s done with his enemy, they’re practically unrecognizable. But at the end of your fights, (which are very rare- Childe won’t pick a fight if there’s an easy solution.) he’s the one who is unrecognizable to you.

The words that have tumbled from his lips make him seem like a monster to you, every point he made hitting way too close to home.

Childe will act like he doesn’t care, but when he shows up the next day at your doorstep with flowers and tears rolling down his cheeks, you know that he does.

If you accept his apology, he’ll smile and wipe the tears from his face, utterly grateful that he could redeem himself. But, he’ll be extra careful with what he says for a while after. He doesn’t want to lose you.

Another day, another beginning. Another day, another night where Childe comes home half dead.

It was almost one in the morning now, and you had been waiting for him to return home. You were exhausted, but your distress managed to overpower your fatigue, making it way too hard to fall asleep. You tried to execute different techniques to calm yourself down, but none of them worked. Your mind always kept drifting back to him.

Where was he? Was he okay? How damaged would he be when he arrived? Is he still alive, or did the claws of death drag him six feet under already?

The bright kitchen lights made your head fuzzy as you paced around out of sheer worry. Your mind felt like it was a sheet of glass, little shards being chipped away every time he got hurt. Did he not understand how scared he made you every time he left?

He would always disappear at the most inconvenient times, and even though you knew he loved you, you knew that his own ego would screw him over eventually. Nights like these would always consist of fear, relief, and anger, passing through your chest as you treated the wounds on his body.

Thankfully, you had learned to treat every single one. The bruises on his arms and hips would need ice. The slashes on his stomach, which were as deep and bloody as the abyss, would need ointment and bandages, and every element used on him would have to be treated, or extracted, by a specialist.

You felt so useless having to watch as he dealt with the burdens of being a part of the Fatui. God, everything he had to do was so dangerous, but you were forbidden to help with anything except healing. The information you had to hide- no, the information that he had to hide from you- the thought of it made you sick.

You were strong, and you could handle yourself. The monsters you had beaten were strong, arguably as strong as the atrocities that Childe had to destroy daily. You hated when he felt he couldn’t confide in you because he thought you couldn’t take it. It seemed as if he didn’t trust you.

A crack of lightning interrupted your spiral, the sudden noise making you jump. Rain started beating against your windows, as the loud beating of thunder rumbled through the sky. The thunder sent vibrations through your chest, the image of your lover’s dead body flashing through your mind. A strangled gasp escaped your throat as your panic worsened.

Everything fell silent, except for the rain. Your hands were as clammy as the weather outside, and small beads of sweat were starting to form at your temples. Suddenly, the front door clicked open, and heavy breathing filled your house.

“Damnit… haah….” The familiar voice of the Harbinger registered in your brain immediately, and in seconds, your panic morphed into anger. He was dripping with water and sweat, and, as usual, he was heavily injured. His elbow was propped up against the doorframe for support. You rushed over to him to try and help him stand.

“What happened to you? Where the hell have you been?” You asked, shutting the door and frantically trying to shield him from the outside world.

“I-I’m fine, (Y/n), don’t be so uptight.” He gasped, trying to walk to the bathroom. You retracted your hands at his remark, concern washing over your features. You opted to forget about what he had said, even if it stung. Even if he was in a bad mood, he still needed treatment, and his physical state was in critical condition.

You raced ahead of him, and flung open the bathroom cabinet, scrambling to find a roll of gauze. Childe was trailing behind you, aggravation practically radiating off of him. A sharp sigh escaped his lips as he watched you panic. After the countless Ruin Guards he had to deal with, having to make you feel better was something he didn’t want to deal with.

“Do you have any idea how much it hurts when you do this?” You said, voice wavering in both sadness and anger.

“Can we not do this right now?” The harbinger replied, clinging to the wall out of exhaustion.

You turned to face him, seething with anger. The audacity of this man was beyond your belief. You backed away from him to look him in the eyes. “No, Childe. We have to.” You gestured to his wounds and the blood drying on his stomach. “Do you have any idea how much it hurts to see you do this to yourself?”

Childe groaned into his palms. He ran a hand through his hair, the aggravation boiling in his stomach was growing hotter by the second. Every word that you spoke was bound to set him off. The stress of the day was about to explode if he didn’t leave now. “Oh right- you. It’s always about you.”

“That’s not what I-“

“You have no idea what I have to deal with everyday. There are things in this world that you couldn’t even comprehend.” He glared at you, venom seeping into his words. Your heart was breaking- no, it had broken long ago. It had broken the moment he came through the door, covered in cuts. You knew he was right, but only partially. You also knew that there were things stronger than him as well, and you felt that he shouldn't have to carry that burden in solitude.

“I-I know, but that’s not something you should have to deal with alone.” You practically whimpered your retaliation. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. The tension in the air was thick and the rain and wind could be heard picking up in the background. “Just let me help you.”

Childe pushed off of the wall, staggering as the muscles in his body tensed. He looked directly at you, the fire he had held in his chest finally exploding, leaving wounds on your soul that may never heal. You can’t. You can’t help me because you’re weak. You’re useless, so just stop trying.”

A final crack of lightning resounded through the hallway as he spoke. A quiet sob tore from your throat as you stared at him through wide, watery eyes. Your hands were folded over your chest, a way to try to suppress your anguish. You yanked at your collar while frantically trying to pull yourself together.

He attacked the very thing that you hated most about yourself- the fact that you couldn’t protect him.

“F-fine then,” you responded, voice shaking with grief. “I’ll let you take care of yourself since I’m so- so useless to you.”

It seemed that Childe was surprised at his own words, since his eyes were teary as well. He hated the fact that he said that to you. He never meant it, but that didn’t make it okay for him to say such a horrible, horrible thing to the person he loved the most in this world. Childe raised his hands to his mouth as massive tears streamed down his face.

“Oh god- (Y/n), I’m so sor-“

“Just leave, Ajax.” You used his real name. You never used his real name. It was the name that he was given, the name that he hated so very much. The name that he was given before being thrown into the abyss. Childe knew then, how much he had truly messed up.

“I…I-“

“Get out.” You growled, slamming your fist against the wall. Childe nodded solemnly before slowly turning away, and heading back towards the front door. He tried thinking of places he could sleep as he wiped his tears. Maybe he would ask Zhongli for a place to stay. Perhaps the archon could offer him some advice as well.

The door finally clicked shut, and you were alone with rain once more. You sank to your knees, and sobbed your heart out. Loud, heart wrenching cries ripped from your lungs, releasing the all of pain that you had endured. By the time you calmed down, your knuckles were aching from how hard you had been gripping your clothing, and your eyes were stinging from wiping them so much.

You lazily got up, and stumbled to your bedroom. You laid down, and let your mind go blank. The next you knew, you were greeted with bright sunlight and soft blankets. You must’ve been so exhausted last night that you forgot to close your curtains. You groaned at the lights, and tried to hide under the covers again.

Then, the events from last night started flooding into your head. An empty, hollow pain dug its way into your chest, and tears started welling up in your eyes again. You let out a shaky breath as you sat up and wiped your eyes. Hurriedly, you got out of bed and went to take a shower as a distraction.

Today was the same as every other day, except everything seemed… duller. The previously sparkling sun had turned cold and pale. Every burst of color had been drained from your world leaving you cracked and hopeless. As much as you wanted that color back, you didn’t know if you could take that risk. Your pride was much more important to you than anything else, and you swore that you would never grovel for someone who didn’t deserve it.

However, your mind kept drifting back to Childe. What was he doing now? Was he in the state that you were- or had he already moved on? One question still lingered in your mind longer than the others- what were you now that your fight had happened? You snapped yourself out of your thoughts, and scolded yourself for thinking about him- since it was something you knew only made you sadder.

Fortunately, all of your questions were answered at sunset.

You were about to retreat to your room for the night when you heard a quiet knock at your door. You walked over to the door and opened it, confused. There stood Childe, who, unsurprisingly, looked far worse than you did. Tears were already gathering in his eyes as he looked up at you. He looked worried, almost terrified of what your reaction would be.

In his hands, the Harbinger held three glaze lilies. They were your favorite flower, and whenever he was away from you for a long amount of time, he would try to find glaze lilies. They reminded him of you. Their scent made him feel like he was back home, being cuddled and doted on by you.

Childe extended his hands out to you, giving you the flowers. He hung his head in shame, silently hoping that you’d forgive him. He expected you to send him away, to cry and yell at him, because you had every right to after what he had done- but instead, you embraced him, sobbing.

“I’m so- I’m so sorry my love, truly…I didn’t mean a word I said.” Childe choked out between each kiss he placed on your head. He snaked his arms around your waist, making sure to rub comforting circles into your skin. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and nuzzled into your warmth. “It will never happen again. I swear to the Archons- I promise it won’t.”

You smiled at his actions and wiped the tears from your eyes. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and kissed the spot just below his ear. “I’ll take your word for it.” You giggled, “You have to keep your promise though- I’m dead serious.” The sudden drop in your voice sent shivers up Childe’s spine, prompting him to nod frantically in response.

“Don’t worry darling, I won’t.”

And he never did.

Xiao is an aggressive fighter. His tone and demeanor completely change when a challenge is presented.

Xiao hates fighting with you, but the walls he has up around his heart makes it hard to avoid. He has a temper similar to a raging gust of wind- his anger comes out all at once, and destroys everything in its path.

No physical harm will come to you during your fights- hell, it hurts Xiao to even see you feeling anything other than joy. But, once he has an outburst of anger and the reality of what he just said finally sets in, he is horrified.

He tries to avoid you, he tries to give you space. This only makes you feel even worse, and when Xiao sees that, he finally reveals himself. When he sees how much of a mess you are, he finally breaks down and apologizes.

If you forgive him, he’ll inch closer to you, and wrap his arms around your body, crying. The wind has finally calmed down, and both of you promise to rebuild everything together.

Early morning light peeked through the windows of the Wangshu Inn. The hallways were quiet, except for the clattering of plates from Smiley Yanxiao, who had gotten up early to prepare for new customers. The chirping of birds could also be heard in the background, each squawk signaling that the world would start to wake up soon.

Most of the sky was still blanketed with stars, but the golden light painting the horizon made the night sky start to morph into a pleasant pale blue. A light, cool breeze rustled through the trees, and drifted into your room. Your curtains flew upwards in the wind, letting copious amounts of light hit your face.

A loud groan ripped from your throat, as sunlight filled your room faster than the wind did. You slapped your hands over your eyes and rolled onto your stomach. After a few minutes of trying desperately to get back to sleep, you decided that it was a lost cause. After fully awakening from your state of rest, you sat up and looked at your half empty bed.

‘So he didn’t come after all.’ You thought.

You and Xiao had plans to watch the stars on the roof last night. It was something that you used to do with him often, it was how you met in the first place. Constellations were one of your favorite things, and Xiao seemed to enjoy how you rambled on about how beautiful they were.

But lately, Xiao hadn’t been showing up to your dates. He still checked in every now and then, making sure that you were alright, but that was just about all you did anymore. Check in. You ran a hand through your hair, defeated. You knew that Xiao was busy, but he couldn’t just neglect you like this.

You loved him, and you were sure that he loved you, but the fact he was gone all the time made you question that.

He had stood you up one too many times, and you were getting tired of it. You missed being able to wrap yourself around him as you slept, and you missed how flustered he would get if you did so much as hold his hand. After all, you were dating- was it too much to ask if you could see him every now and then?

You climbed out of bed and opened your curtains, looking out over Liyue. Another soft breeze hit you, making you wonder if your beloved could see you right now. You were tempted to call out for him, to say his name, even though you weren’t in imminent danger- but you didn’t want to be any trouble for him, given the fact that he was out protecting Liyue right now.

So, you decided that today, you would forget about Xiao, and distract yourself. You were disappointed in him, but it would be silly to let that ruin your day. If you saw him, you would confront him about your troubles then. You walked over to the desk laying near your bed, and picked up your clothes, which were folded neatly on its surface.

After you pulled your clothes on, you decided to ask Yanxiao if he needed any help. Your heart ached when you thought of being alone, but you had no choice. You flung the door open, and bounded down the stairs to talk to Wangshu’s famous chef. When you made it to the Kitchen, Yanxiao smiled and gave you a list of ingredients to fetch from outside. He said that there was a big event being held at the Inn, and a lot of food and ingredients would be required.

So, you smiled back, and excitedly hurried down the steps. As the day passed, your mind kept drifting back to Xiao’s absence. You were supposed to forget about him today, but it seemed that would be impossible. You kept thinking about how stupidly unfair it was for him to keep you waiting without any warnings whatsoever. And every time you thought about it, your ears and neck would grow hot with anger.

By the end of the night, you were furious with Xiao. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be forgotten by the one who claimed they cared the most for you. What made you even angrier was that he never warned you that he wouldn’t be able to come. It made you feel like an object to him.

After the last dish had been completed, you trudged up the stairs to your room. You were just about to turn the doorknob, but the door swung open before you could get to it. There stood the Vigilant Adeptus himself, dirt and scrapes littered on his skin.

“Xiao?” You mumbled, stepping inside of your shared bedroom. “Where were you last night?” You asked, your voice lined with annoyance.

Xiao turned away and scoffed. He grit his teeth as he responded. “You mortals are far too sensitive for my liking.”

The mix of anxiety and anger in your stomach worsened at his tone. Xiao wasn’t normally like this- yes, he was mean and clueless at times, but this was completely out of the ordinary for him. Something bad must’ve happened, but both of you knew that it wasn’t alright for him to act like this. You clenched your fists as he looked at you. “What does it matter?”

“Xiao, I waited up for you. You could’ve at least told me that you weren’t going to show up.” You replied. The Yaksha was glaring daggers at you as you spoke. The pain in Xiao’s chest was worsening by the second, and the demons he had slain earlier today continued to plague his mind. Everything made him beyond irritated right now.

The look you gave him was almost as if you couldn’t recognize who he was. Your brows were furrowed, and the corners of your lips were turned downwards.

“If you’re having trouble with anything, come to me, Xiao.” You pleaded, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Though you were disappointed, you only just wanted to see him more often, not fight with him. “Please, why are you avoiding me?”

“Avoid you?” He growled. He brushed your hand off of his shoulder, and looked at you, seemingly disgusted with you. You opened your mouth to say something, but stopped when you saw how he was looking at you. His expression made your eyes fill with tears. Cold, putrid dread spread through your heart.

“L-Listen, Xiao, I-“

“Of course I would avoid you. You’re annoying. Maybe if you weren’t so clingy then I would be more inclined to tolerate you.” He hissed.

Silence filled the room. You stared at the man in front of you, absolutely shocked. You held your arm up to your eyes to wipe the tears from them, sniffling softly as sobs threatened to escape your throat. Your other arm was clawing at your chest, the pain of nails on your skin grounding you.

“What is- what is wrong with you?!” You cried, desperately gasping for air, his words practically knocking the wind out of you.

Xiao stumbled backwards, horror morphing on his face as he realized what he had said. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it- He didn’t mean any of it. In his mind, the only thing he was doing was begging you not to leave him. So, as expected of a person who has no experience with emotions, he did the worst thing that someone could possibly do in that situation.

Leave.

Xiao left, a strong gust of wind blowing through the room as he dissolved into thin air, leaving you to cry yourself to sleep. Out of shame and guilt, Xiao ran away from you. He ran until his legs gave out, and and stayed away from the Inn for as long as possible.

It had been two days since your fight with Xiao, and you hadn’t heard anything from him. You had no idea if he truly meant those words, and the look of terror on his face after he said that only confused you more. You were a mess, you had barely slept at all, and the anxiety constantly boiling in your stomach kept you from eating full meals.

Xiao had checked in on you in secret, watching as your own confusion and low self esteem eroded you from the inside out. He had vented to Verr Goldet about how bad he felt, and in return, she scolded him for running away, saying that he needed to go and apologize as soon as possible. He had sworn not to go near you again, but he couldn’t stand to see you like this any longer.

On the afternoon of the third day after your fight, you heard a knock on your door. You sat up, groaning as your head pulsed with dizziness. You opened the door, only to come face to face with Xiao. As you observed him, you noticed that he didn’t seem to be doing much better than you. Dark circles had formed under his eyes, matching the ones that had appeared under your own.

Xiao let out a breath and opened his mouth to speak.

‘Don't run away, you idiot.’ He grit his teeth as he remembered what Verr said to him. ‘Don't run away.’

But no matter how hard he tried, no words came out. So, out of impulse, Xiao reached forward and pulled you into a hug. He knew that it was selfish of him to do this, but he didn’t know what to say. No words could describe how much he hated that he hurt you. A part of him wanted you to push him away, to kick him out and never speak to him again, because he knew that he deserved it- but instead, you only hugged him back.

Soft cries rose from Xiao’s throat, as he held you close to his chest. Every apology he meant to utter that day escaped him now, and every plea for your forgiveness finally reached your ears.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n)… I’m so sorry.” He whimpered. You nuzzled your face into his neck and gently stroked his hair. You leaned back and kissed his forehead. The familiar scent of almond and Qingxin flowers drifted off of him, making you lean into his touch.

“I know- I… I know.” You whispered. “But never, ever, do anything like that to me again.” Xiao nodded and linked his pinky finger with yours, giving you a genuine, teary smile.

You reached up to wipe his tears before intertwining your fingers with his. Suddenly, Xiao dragged you into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips. The door shut behind you as you sat on the bed. You quirked your head in confusion. Soon enough, you were laying on Xiao’s chest, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Xiao promised to make it up to you, no matter how many times he had to try.

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