#jade dumps beck

[cbotann]

Tori: Wait- are we friends? We're not even friends!

Jade: Well, yeah, but if you help me, maybe I'll like you!

Tori: So if I help you, I get a mean friend and a broken kite?

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In which, Jade likes Tori, Tori gets a mean [girl]friend, and they fix a broken kite together.

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Yes. I'm just dumping Jori prompts as soon as I come up with them. I'm having a Jori brainrot, sue me.

[piperslovebot]

Jade is a toxic gf honestly. The way she acted when all Beck did was give Tori advice.

[companionjones]

Alyssa Vaughn

Pairing: Pre-established!Beck Oliver x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)

Summary: Based on the Victorious episode “Jade Dumps Beck” where you take the place of Jade. Some things are changed.

Warnings: Cursing

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    “You know, they filter the fist pee out before we drink it,” you informed, sitting down at the lunch table between André and Beck.

    André quirked an eyebrow. “How do they do that?”

    You paused. “I-I don’t know.”

    Beck hummed knowingly. “Exactly.” Just then, he got a text message. Beck moved to respond.

    The only people you knew to text Beck were his family and your little friend group at Hollywood Arts, so your curiosity got the better of you. “Who’s that?”

    Beck played it off unconvincingly. “Oh, just some girl from yoga.”

    André asked the obvious question. “What’s her name?”

    “Oh...you know...Alyssa...Vaughn.” He said her last name quickly as if he was hoping you and André wouldn’t notice.

    You choked on your drink.

    “Alyssa Vaughn? Seriously?” André beat you to the punch. “She’s famous! And hot!”

    “You’re friends with Alyssa Vaughn?” you asked in a voice that sounded meeker than you wanted it to sound.

    Beck nodded. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

    “No.” You shook your head. And you were telling the truth. Or at least you hoped you were.

    Well, if it wasn’t a problem the, it sure became one soon enough.

    Alyssa Vaughn would text Beck, your boyfriend at least five times a day for a week, unprompted. You didn’t say anything, but it annoyed you to no end. What annoyed you even more, however, was the fact that Beck seemed to have no problem with it.

    “Listen, Alyssa Vaughn is just a friend,” Beck assured you one day in the hallway at school.

    You weren’t buying it. “Yeah. A ‘friend’ who’s already sent you six text messages today...Seven,” you added with an extra annoyed tone when you heard Beck’s phone buzz.

    He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that’s her.”

    “Is it?” you prompted.

    He checked it. When he saw that it was, in fact, Alyssa Vaughn, Beck decided to change the subject a little. “Okay, let’s see if I understand you. Because you and I date, I can’t be friends with other girls?”

    “You can be friends with all the girls you want! Just not this girl,” you clarified.

    Again, he rolled his eyes. “Why not this girl?”

    “Because she texts you 24/7...and she’s pretty and rich!”

    “Oh, so that’s it. You just don’t want me being friends with pretty girls.”

    “That’s not true!” you fought back. “Cat’s pretty. Tori’s got those cheekbones. Hell, I’m even fine with you and Jade! And you two used to date!”

    Again, he rolled his eyes at you. “You just won’t let that go, will you?”

    “That’s not what I--” you didn’t want to start another fight. “Just please. Drop Alyssa Vaughn.”

    Beck reaffirmed his stance and looked at you dead in the eye. “Or what?”

    “Or what?” You couldn’t believe what this was coming to.

    Beck didn’t back down. “What’re you going to do if I keep talking to Alyssa Vaughn?”

    You stood there for a moment, suddenly feeling very alone. You searched Beck’s eyes, looking for any hint of a joke, but finding nothing. You said the only thing that was left to be said. “I’m breaking up with you.”

    “Fine by me.” There was no hesitation on Beck’s part.

    “Fine.” You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and stormed away from Beck, ignoring the stares from everyone else in the hallway as you went.

    Avoiding Beck was pretty easy, you realised. That had happened at the very end of the day, so you were in the clear then. The only class you had with Beck was Sikowitz’s, and that was in the second half of the day, so you were good until lunch.

    You were perfectly happy sitting on your own at lunch, until André came and sat with you. You didn’t mind him being there either.

    “Hey,” he greeted as he sat back down.

    “Hey,” you greeted back.

    You could actually see André cringe. “So, I heard about you and Beck.”

    “And?”

    “Nothing.”

    A car horn sounded before any other awkwardness could transpire. You turned to see Alyssa Vaughn pull up in the Hollywood Arts’ parking lot with Beck in the passenger seat of her car. You could just make out Alyssa telling Beck, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

    Before your teeth could break from clenching your jaw so hard, you figured it was best to get out of there.

    André found you in the black box theater, alone, crying your eyes out.

    “Hey, hey, sweet girl.” He sat down next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. “It’s okay.”

    “No it’s not,” you cried, “I lost Beck and now he’s running around with freaking Alyssa Vaughn and I’m just...UGH!” You broke down even more and hid your face in André’s shoulder.

    “Shh, shh. It’s okay, sweet girl. It’s okay,” André comforted.

    “What the hell?” came a voice at the main entrance of the theater.

    You were busy wrapped up in your own thoughts, so André was the first to see who it was. “Beck. I was just--”

    “Just nothing. Get off her please.” Beck pushed sounding nothing like the guy you dated.

    “Beck!” You jumped to your feet and put on a brave face. “What are you doing? André was comforting me.”

    “Comforting you about what? You’re the one who broke up with me.”

    “Stop it with your bullshit, Beck. You didn’t want to full-on cheat on me with Alyssa, so you made me break up with you. And now you’re parading her around here like some fucking trophy. Well, you won, Beck. Congratulations. The least you could do is let a friend comfort me while I wallow in self-pity.” At the end of your speech, you collapsed back in the chair you’d been sitting in. You let your head fall into your hands.

    Somebody sat in the chair next to you.

    “I am...so sorry,” Beck started. “I...don’t know what got into me. Someone famous was giving me attention, and I was thinking about my career. I lost sight of everything that I care about. I lost sight of you. You...are all that matters to me. I’m so sorry that I’ve been acting like this. Will you...Could you ever forgive me?”

    You turned to look at him. Instinctively, your eyes darted down to his lips. You leaned in and kissed your ex-boyfriend.

    “So...I think I’ll go now.” André took his leave.

You smiled against Beck’s lips.

    Beck chuckled. “I missed you.”

    “I missed you, too,” you leaned your head on his shoulder.

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

always. ( beck oliver x reader )

gif belongs to me

Your breakup with your ex was a difficult one as you shared many classes with each other and there were times when you thought you would get back together when your eyes met across from your lockers but Beck was the greatest friend you could have asked for. Whenever you felt like going over to speak to him, he stopped you and led you away, reminding you of why you broke up with him in the first place.

A kiss at a party with a girl in the year above you days before your anniversary was grounds for immediate termination of a relationship. Jade reminded you why you were upset and when she felt you were starting to forgive him, she made you cut up photographs which helped you feel better and let go of the sadness.

When Beck and Jade broke up the school was rocked by the news and everyone prepared for Jade's outbursts knowing Beck wouldn't be able to stop her.

You had been friends with Beck longer, and Jade claimed she was fine, so your time was spent with Beck who didn't need to talk about it, but needed someone nearby to get through it. Your parents worked from home offices so you spent most of the time in his trailer and it quickly became normal for you both to have plans of your own, not joining friends. And just as Beck had helped you, you helped him through his break-up with Jade.

Your breakup was official the day you and your ex returned each others belongings and you stood at your locker, a sigh leaving your lips as you look into the small box of memories, photographs and tickets you kept from dates. Beck approached from where he had been keeping a close eye on you both, sending you a small smile when you met his gaze.

"You okay?"

You nodded, smiling softly. "I have you, don't I?"

You walked over to the trashcan and dumped the box inside, turning to Beck as he followed. "A part of me wants to keep things, but another part wants to burn it."

"I would stick with the trashcan." He said, "Fire's way too unpredictable."

"How did you get over it?" You asked.

"I had you." He shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Took my mind off of it."

"Promise me, we'll always have each other?"

"Always." Beck placed his arm around you and you wrapped your arm around his back, smiling when he pulled you close. You didn't know when it happened, but it felt as if the feelings had always been there below the surface and you never felt able to say it before now, but you were in love with your best friend. Beck Oliver, the kindest guy you knew.

Little did you know that he felt the same way.

All you knew then was that you could survive anything as long as you had Beck by your side. And vice versa. And for the moment that was enough.

[victorious-incorrect-quotes]

Robbie: Beck is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Jade: Punch him in the stomach. Then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Cat: Tackle him!

Andre: Dump him.

Tori: Kick him in the chin!

Beck: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!

[rotten-corpses-blog]

If you're familiar with the nickelodeon show Victorious, can you do a Billy Loomis x reader who's a lot like jade west. They meet and become close and deal with her savagery, and tell about ghostface cause he has a crush. At one point she breaks up with her boyfriend (Beck) like in the show, and Billy tries to comfort her. Then they become high school's scary couple.

I watched this when I was like 10 so it has been a while, so it may not be exactly what you meant lol. I still hope you enjoy tho! I changed some stuff around to better fit the plot of scream and the cannon violence of the movie.

(Contents: cursing, smoking, drinking, violence and murder)

We were made for each other darling… 

Y/N knows she’s an asshole, mean, snarky, whatever you want to call her she doesn’t give a shit. She’s the school's bad girl and she’s proud of that fact. Her boyfriend, Beck, is down to earth and a good person all around. Nobody knows how you two got together and why on earth someone like Beck would be dating the antichrist of Woodsboro High School. She has a few friends, she usually keeps to herself anyways so no need for friends. Y/N was doing her usual teen delinquent stuff when she caught the eyes of Billy Loomis. He’s the hottest guy at this god forsaken school with his bad boy attitude and pretty brown eyes. Any girl in their right mind would have the hots for him, Y/N included. The bell rang to go to first period, Y/N could have sworn that she felt Loomis’s gaze on her as she walked to her history class.

(Billy’s POV)

Billy has had the hots for Y/N for forever it feels like, he has always had vivid daydreams of them just… existing together, holding and loving each other. But, two things stood in the way of his dream. Sidney and Beck are like a road block for him and he doesn’t know how much longer he can go without your love. His plan involved Sidney, so he needed her and cheating was off the table because he knows Tatum would draw blood and Y/N would fight right back. And Beck? Well he could kill him whenever he feels like it, the murders have put everyone on edge for days so he knows if he gets close to you, you would come to him for comfort because you're scared. God, He wishes it was easy to get what he wants.

(Your POV)

It’s lunch time and you're sitting with Beck and his friends, when you feel Billy staring at you again. You have to admit he’s cute, but this is getting a bit creepy. “Hey, you ok? It’s like you're on a different planet.” Beck said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Oh yeah, I guess I'm tired or something.” you said, deciding to ignore the staring Loomis behind you. Beck smiled at you and gave you a squeeze, then continued talking with his friends.

After school you were walking home when you felt someone follow you, when you turned around you saw the figure of Billy Loomis. “I didn’t know you were into stalking Loomis, are you some kind of creep who's obsessed with me or something?” you said stopping in your tracks and putting your hands or your waist. He just chuckled “No, I didn’t know it was a crime to walk behind you though. I’m just trying to be friendly, that’s all.” You just rolled your eyes, “You have a strange way of making friends, Loomis.” Billy ran his hand through his hair and got closer to you, “How about I walk you to my house and we watch a movie? Then you can decide if I'm worth your time.” you smiled and started to walk, “Deal, but you're buying the pizza Loomis.”

It’s been a few days and you could say that you and Billy were good friends. Watching movies, smoking a cigarette or two together made up most of your evenings. You two just clicked, it’s like you were made for each other, and you could say there was something besides friendship budding between the two of you. Your time with Beck was replaced with time with Billy and Beck wasn’t happy about you hanging out with another guy so much so he dumped you. You were heart broken, but Billy was there with open arms to comfort you. That event only made the two of you closer and the spark between the two of you burned brighter. Now you were going to Stu’s party, school was canceled because of the killings. But hey, no school and a night of free booze? You can’t complain about something like that. You were currently in Stu’s kitchen drinking your bodyweight in alcohol, mostly because Billy was paying more attention to goddamn Sidney Presscott instead of you. As much as you would like to say you weren't jealous, you totally were. But all you can do right now is try to let loose and try to forget about your feelings for your friend. You poured yourself another drink when Beck walked up to you, “Y/N? Why are you here?” he asked with a stupid look on his face. “What does it look like dumbass? I’m trying to get drunk.” you said rolling your eyes to show your frustration. “Look, you don’t get to be mad at me, I have the right to be upset about you and Billy. There is something going on there.” Beck said with more anger in his voice. “Are you calling me a cheater? I told you we are just friends, nothing else. You're the one being irrational!” you yelled getting more and more sick of this conversation. “Oh please! What else were you doing with him? It’s not like anyone would actually be frie-” He didn’t even get the whole sentence out before you punched him square in the jaw, as you walked away you heard yells and cheers from your drunk classmates. You sat yourself down in a random room and just tried to catch your breath. Then you felt someone sit on the bed beside you, you could tell just by the cologne that it’s Billy. “Heard you punched Beck, sorry I wasn’t there to see it.” Billy said putting his hand on your thigh, it may have been the alcohol or the anger and want pulsing through your veins. But Before Billy could say anything else you smashed your lips on his pulling him into an aggressive makeout session. When you two parted you looked at Billy’s face and said. “I think I’m in love with you.” Billy ran his hands through your hair and said “Me too, I always had a thing for you.” then it dawned on you, “Oh god what about Sidney?” Billy had a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t worry about that doll, she won’t be alive long enough to know about us.”  “Billy, what do you mean by that? Wait, were you the one killing all those people?” you asked looking into his eyes. “I was, and Sidney and her friends are next. Stu and I have been working on this for years.” Billy rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip. “Are you scared of me? Gonna call the cops?” he asked in a low husky voice. “No! Don't worry about that Billy.” Billy looked at you with a smirk. “I always knew you were like me, god you were made for me.” he said “I have one request though.” you said, “Anything you want dear.” you giggled darkly “let me help slaughter some bitches.” Billy smiled wide, “Deal”

[maaarshieee]

im just gonna dump this here :'D

y/n, a renowned fighter of liyue and a secret agent of ningguang who is going undercover as a millelith (who was a part of the osial fight), was tasked to make the fatui harbinger, childe, leave without making it seem forceful. the fatui in liyue means that peace would never be with them. they awakened osial, therefore they had to make the harbinger leave without diplomatic issues. they had to do it in every single way possible without mistakes.

and what's the most effective way to win the harbinger's heart? it's to acknowledge him with kindness and pure and gentle heart. treating him in a nice way, greeting him and gifting him trinkets or handmade gifts.

y/n's plan is to act like his friend, someone he could trust. someone he could love. someone to build his future with. and after he falls for that, they push him away. curse him and tell him to never come back to liyue. blame him for everything. tell him that he's scary, that they will never trust someone like him. that he doesn't deserve anything.

except there's one clear flaw in their plan. they never anticipated that what if, they were the ones to fall in love with the harbinger? what if they get too attached to him to even break his heart?

of course, this completely tore apart y/n. not knowing what to do. break him and save liyue or be free and let liyue be. both have different consequences. and what did y/n do? they chose what their heart says.

- weekly anon

i know this is very similar with the scara one but but but but

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a/n - GOD WEEKLY ANON WHY. YOUR REQUESTS ARE SO GOOD BUT HONESLY ME AND MY BOO (who helps me story board) ARE AT A LOSS BC THE CONFLICT IS TOO GOOD. also weekly anon blame @iyagato for making me go through with this idea. not me writing your request again, I SWEAR I DONT HAVE ANON FAVORITES, this is actually punishment! /j. I'm not good at angst but i hope i delivered it nicely. OH YEAH THANKS FOR 700 FOLLOWRS! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AS A GIFT >:))) titled "unintentional", have a nice day/night! also theme song? veil by keida suda

↬ cw: canon typical violence, major character death (guess who?), sword wielder & pyro user reader, reader just... experiences really sad shit so uh, tw, kinda some sexual innuendo at one part but you can read it both ways, blood, gore

The mission was simple enough, wasn't it?

Gain his trust. Shed him off his walls and deceive him when he least expects it. To allow himself to be vulnerable to you, to see you as a reliable comrade. To pretend to be someone he could love, to hold in his arms, to share his troubles with, to talk to about whatever comes to his mind, to be with someone he thought he could have a future with.

Truly, it was simple enough.

Lady Ningguang has entrusted this task to you, for you are capable enough to complete any mission the Lady has ever assigned to you. Be it 'cleansing' Liyue Harbor of 'filth', or simply gaining needed information, her beck and call. You were even graced by Lady Ningguang's access inside the Jade Chamber, which she's only ever allowed to her 3 secretaries and people she deeply trusts.

You swore loyalty under her command, for she never ceased to amaze you. From her glorious beauty, her dedication to her work, and her never-ending kindness to the inhabitants of Liyue, especially toward children.

"I have confidence that if this task were given to someone, rest assured you, out of everyone, can complete it." She says with a smile whilst you stood before her, hands behind your back with a bowed head, taking her words with immense gratitude. "The longer he, a Fatui Harbinger, stays in Liyue Harbor, peace will never be upon us."

You wholeheartedly believed in your Lady's words, nodding along as she continued to speak. She pushed a small unsuspecting folder toward you and allowed you to take it from her. Upon opening the folder, your eyes immediately scanned all the information in the papers.

"That folder is important. It contains his name, age, occupation, locations, favorites, and many more. Use it all to your advantage." Nodding once again, you held onto the folder tightly, giving your Lady a deep, respectful bow. Her last words to you ever since that day rang in your ears, engraving themselves into your brain because Archons forbid you to forget; "Don't fail me."

With pride, you took upon this mission in a stride, completely overestimating yourself. You may be a renowned warrior of Liyue, Lady Ningguang's trusted agent known for your prowess in battle and your seemingly endless adherence to your job, but there was something you never took into consideration.

That you were simply human.

Getting along with the Fatui Harbinger was a rather easy feat. He was friendly when you first approached in a guise; a part of the Millelith. From the information the papers inside the folder Lady Ningguang lent you, he loved battling against strong foes. So much so, he gains thrill even if he was injured. So how did you first greet the 11th member of the Fatui Harbingers?

Into a spar of course.

Soldiers would often say that archers were the weakest among the different sorts of fighters. That they cower behind in the backlines and only have knowledge for support. That they rely on long-range attacks merely because they freeze at the first sign of danger up close. You knew better of course. Archers are incredibly powerful on a battlefield. One skilled archer is enough to turn the tides of war; like death itself. You never know when an arrow would pierce through your chest or your forehead.

True fighters would know to never underestimate an enemy.

And you were proven right when you first battled Childe. You've never fought against an archer one-on-one but he fought vigorously against you, a sword wielder. His moves were fluid, flowing like water, an endless stream of aggressive and deadly strikes, similar to the Vision he has. It crashes upon you like tidal waves of stormy nights that shakes sailing ships until they flip and sink. With each strike he landed, the more you admired the strong fighter in front of you.

Childe fought differently than the other archers you've met. It was as if he merged the gracefulness of an archer with the violent characteristics similar to a berserker. He wore an exhilarated smile on his in the whole duration of your fight, you even heard him laugh when you catch him off guard.

He didn't underestimate you either, despite coming off quite arrogantly with each blow he dealt to you. It was a simple approach, yet you couldn't bring yourself to lose against him. How a person fought was enough to discern one's personality, in Childe's opinion, and he always finds himself breathless when you adjust the grip on your sword, baiting him and swinging in a direction he didn't expect, almost resulting in his loss.

You were cunning, a fighter who uses their boundless knowledge in the art of swordsmanship to the fullest. Dirty tricks? You've used them with a smug smirk on your face. Impenetrable defense? Powerful offense? You had it all, and it caught his full attention.

His water would extinguish the flames of your blade, but as quickly as they dispersed, they would flare back up like the burning determination in your eyes. He found himself truly captivated by the mesmerizing flames that licked and singed his skin.

In the end, you won. Nevertheless, seconds passed after Childe's defeat, you fell to the ground along with him, catching your breath and swallowing down the pain that was slowing growing in intensity the more the adrenaline that ran through your veins slowly faded.

Childe was admittedly impressed. The Millelith hadn't given him an impression by their rather lacking strength, but you? You must be one of the higher ranks! He learned a lot just by fighting you and felt awestruck by how remarkable a fighter you were. Unlike any battles he had recently fought, you displayed true sportsmanship with it comes to duels, commending his skills as an archer. When he told you that he uses the bow simply because he was less adept with it, you expressed genuine shock.

"Really? Most archers aren't capable of fighting well as you are against sword wielders on one-on-ones, and you're saying you're weakest with a bow?" You gave him a toothy grin, eyes wide and filled with wonder whilst the both of you walked towards Liuli Pavilion. Since Childe lost the spar you had moments ago, he had invited you for a dinner together, offering to pay for the expenses.

You accepted his offer with a fake smile (was it really?) on your face after you've shaken hands, putting away each other's weapons. "Mhm, believe it or not! You're quite a strong opponent, where did you learn how to wield your sword like that?" He queried, his gaze stuck on the person who defeated him.

You suppose you had nothing to hide, crossing your arms with pride as you said; "Well, my father was quite famous in Liyue, as I, for being an outstanding swordsman. He taught me everything I needed to know." With a nod, eyes meeting his azure ones. His fingers rubbed his chin, invested with your words.

Then, he nudged you with his elbow, a wide smile stretching his lips. "Care to share some of that knowledge?" He asks, wearing a hopeful expression.

You merely scoffed, raising a brow at the taller male beside you. "And why should I?"

Without missing a beat, he shot a smirk your way, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes. "So I can surely beat you in our next duel."

Breaking into fits of (genuine) laughter at his cocky attitude, you shook your head. "Oh? Then that gives me more reason not to tell you then." You remarked. But he only tutted at you, hair flowing prettily against the winds, "Awww, scared that I'll find your weakness? That an archer like me can beat your ass to the ground?" He said teasingly, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.

For the first time in a while, you felt your heart race in anticipation. Though, back then, you had mistaken it as the fleeting sensation of victory beating in your heart. You had thought he had fallen into your trap when, unknowingly, you had fallen as well.

"Alright," You'd huff, "Bring it on."

It has been... months since you've seen the last of Lady Ningguang. Usually, you'd report to her Lady every few days, updating her about the progress of your mission.

Lately, though, a sense of dread would creep up toward your heart whenever you thought of visiting the Jade Chamber. Oddly enough, you felt eyes following you with every step you take, and because of that, you've grown incredibly weary and paranoid.

But you have a guess on what makes your heart waver when it comes to Lady Ningguang and your duties.

Childe.

Even the mere mention of his name makes you grit your teeth. For the past few months, the more this mission of yours went on, the more you grew to hate him.

You absolutely abhor him.

He made your seemingly effortless task drag on longer than you'd like. And despite being aware that gaining a person's trust was not like a leisure walk through Liyue Harbor, you hated every passing second you spent with him.

Childe was annoying, arrogant and you can't stand him. He would nag you for a spar so much that you'd have to hide across Liyue to avoid him, often asking a kind gentleman working in Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, named Zhongli, to distract the bothersome ginger who refused to leave you alone for some reason.

Asking him why he wants to stick around you so much was utterly fruitless, for he would blatantly lie to your face (just as much as you lie to him). "I want to score higher than you in our spars!", "Why can't I? Aren't we comrades?", "Getting tired of me already? Too bad!", and so on.

The moment he opens his mouth, you want to bury yourself in the ground, never to listen to his senseless blabbering. You hated so many things about him that you can list them.

You hate the cocky smile he'd always have when he walks up to you, asking you for a spar, his voice that would always get on your nerves, his bright, blue eyes that always seem to spark back to life whenever he looks at you, the way he always perks up when he hears you approaching because it's totally normal for people to memorize the sounds of another's footsteps, the way he's always eager to treat you dinner—

The way he makes your heart skips a beat whenever he laughs, the way he touches you oh so gently even though you're the one who kept beating him in fights, the way the tone of his voice changes whenever he speaks to you or says your name—

The way he makes your cheeks burn hotter than when you use your pyro vision whenever he shamelessly flirts with you 'as a joke', the way he makes butterflies flutter in your stomach whenever he sends you the most loving smile you've ever seen in your life, the way he never fails to make you feel so special because, for some reason, he's always so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

You hated Childe, and you had so many reasons for it, including making you fall for him. Hard.

At the moment, you were hiding from Childe again, watching Zhongli lead him away from where you hid. He had a pout on his lips, arms crossed as he clearly looked upset. You were a master at hide and seek, and he had never caught you once amidst your foolish games.

Once they were both out of sight, you leaned back against the tree you were on, the smile you once wore simply because you saw Childe acting so foolishly when it comes to you quickly morphed into a frown as you looked up into the skies, eyeing the Jade Chamber that infinitely hovered in the skies, casting a shadow all over Liyue. A place you once wanted to be part of, now a sight for sore eyes.

You wondered if Lady Ningguang knew. Of your inner turmoil, of your struggles, of your evident betrayal to your Lady, to Liyue. Thinking about it made your chest hurt, your hand clutching your chest. A younger version of you would surely be disgusted at your pathetic state. You? Who vowed to serve Lady Ningguang until your last breath? Whose resolve began to waver simply because of a man who's supposed to be your enemy?

A bitter laugh escaped your lips. How cruel. You once thought that this mission was the easiest one you've ever gotten. But it just grew harder when Childe ultimately asked you to be his lover.

And that was it.

A rejection followed by a fearful look, words that you knew would crush his heart and fake tears would be enough to wrap up your mission. To restore the faith Lady Ningguang had instilled in you, to make up for your traitorous mind...

But the way he caressed your cheek so tenderly, features softening at the mere sight of you, eyes both wary and filled with hope— Archons, you just couldn't. Not when you've dug your own grave, not when your heart beats for him.

On the day of his confession, he mistook your tears for joy. Instead, your tears were laced with unfathomable pain from the conflict that tore your heart. To serve Lady Ningguang and abide by your mission, or to betray your whole nation for the man who stole your heart?

The moment you realized you had fallen in love with Childe, a Fatui Harbinger, you willed yourself to avoid him at all costs. And when he sought you out, only to confess? You were devastated that he had fallen too. Fallen to the trap that fate had led you into, a trap both of you blindly waltzed in.

Once in a relationship, you prayed that he wouldn't notice. How your hands would tremble when he nears you, how your bottom lip would quiver when his were inches away, how your eyes grew teary when you feel his hot breath against your skin. It all felt so surreal, so addicting, you wanted more of him, to love him with all your heart, but indulging him made you feel sick.

Touching him felt like a sin, both to him and the country to which you once devoted yourself. His skin against yours burned you, accidentally flinching whenever he reaches for you, and your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly.

You were so desperate for him, yearning for him, yet your heart ached when he utters those sweet words in your ears.

"I love you."

Archons, what have you done?

The words you spoke felt like shattered glass rolling off your tongue. Who knew simply talking would hurt so much?

But the weight was lifted off your chest once you finished speaking, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your trembling body, reassuring, but shaky words being whispered to your ear. You clung to him, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He has his suspicions toward you (and ignored them), but he never would've thought the burdens you carried were to that extent. Childe understood now though. Why you acted so strangely despite accepting his confession. You truly did love him, but the guilt in your heart ate you from the inside.

He understood how you felt, so he held you in his arms tightly, refusing to let go of you until you tell him so. To quell the pain in your heart little by little, to kiss you whilst you shed tears, to touch you as if you were bound to fall apart as you unraveled yourself completely bare only for him to see.

And when you agreed to his suggestion, his heart rejoiced.

"Join me. Let's leave Liyue."

But things never go the way they should.

Lady Ningguang knew. Of course, she did. She knew of your plans of departure from Liyue, and she wouldn't stand idle anymore for a traitor like you.

It happened all too fast. One moment you were on patrolling as a faux Millelith soldier, and the next thing you knew, you were being chased by your peers all across Liyue Harbor.

They were at every corner you turned to, surrounding you and cornering you. You can't escape anymore, you were trapped. It was then that realization struck you; she had finally made her move.

You will regret this later on, but you summoned your sword and pointing it threateningly at the multiple soldiers that blocked your path. You were to join the Fatui soon enough, so there won't be any harm in starting now, right?

But before you could even swing your sword, you heard his voice, calling your name and clearing a path toward him. Your breath got caught in your throat as you almost cried in relief, turning to run to him, to finally leave Liyue once and for all. His arrival saved you from lifelong regrets of spilling blood.

But—

Childe's eyes widened, arm outstretching towards you as he shouted your name once more. But he was too far. Too late. You ran as fast as you could, but you never reached him. The world around him grew dark as the once peaceful, beautiful nights at the harbor grew distant and hot. It suffocated him, to watch you fall to the ground, the brilliant scarlet colors painted the road, reflecting disgustingly gorgeously against the moonlight.

"Ajax—" You choked out, more of the pretty hues of red splattering out your mouth as the sight of a spear piercing your chest—

Childe was skeptical of you at first. Who would just randomly go up to a stranger and ask them for a spar? He was glad he accepted it though, despite his doubts, because you proved to be a suitable sparring partner from then and so forth.

You fought like a true warrior. You reminded him of fire that blazed continuously no matter complication. A flame that refused to go out, a fire that with even the slightest spark, would burst into flames with dangerous heat. You refused to back down, even if he was a Hydro user, you ignited your flames once again, forcing your sword to burn him to ashes.

And you almost did, and it made his heart tumble inside his ribcage. His smile was difficult to contain, not when he's never felt such excitement in ages! You were different, you stood out among the foes he's fought before. You were unique and he needed to know what made you so special.

You gifted him the knowledge passed down by your father to you. Although he never understood why you would do such a thing to him back then when he was merely just of your acquaintance, you brought him into a whole new world when comprehending the art of weaponry.

"My father focused a lot on training the eyes." You'd state, holding a wooden sword for training purposes while Childe sat on the ground, crossed-legged, listening to every word. "The eye is an essential part of our art. If you trained hard enough, you can peer into someone's soul, quickly make a rough estimate of one's muscle structure, and pinpoint their weaknesses."

Childe, like the child he is, raised his arm as if he was a student wanting to inquire about his teacher. You loudly huffed at his behavior but never told him off. "Yes?" You arched a brow at him, a hand on your hip.

"Is that really possible or just an exaggeration?" He asked, and you were surprised it wasn't in a mocking manner. With a smile and a hum, you nodded proudly, gripping your sword, and got into an offensive stance.

"Hah! An exaggeration?" You snickered, "I only speak of the truth, my dear student. With it, you can anticipate your opponent's next move." Childe blinked, doubtful of what they just said, but nodded nevertheless, waiting for a clearer explanation.

"We sharpen our sights until it's comparable to a hawk's vision. We can see how a hand would clench the weapon it holds, the way the joints would move, the way a body's trajectory would shift, and much more." You recited as if you'd said this hundreds of times before. "We observe each movement, be it big or small."

He let out a sound of awe, eyes wide as he stared up at you, obviously impressed. "And you're teaching me such arts? Something passed down your family?" He asks, growing unsure as a small frown tugged the corners of his lips.

But his heart merely thrummed hard against his chest when you turned to him with a smile adorning your features, an unreadable emotion lingering in your eyes, but still shining brightly against the warm sun. Perhaps if he had this ability, then he would've known what you felt that day.

"For some reason, I trust that you would honor my family's way of the blade more than anyone in Liyue." You sighed, your gaze shifting away from him as you let a stray butterfly perch on your finger, the wind making your clothes flutter. "Of all the people I've fought, you bear what it really takes to be a warrior, despite the lust for battle hidden deep inside." Childe felt himself stiffen when you mentioned a part of him he hasn't shared with you just yet, but you simply giggled at his reaction, winking.

"It's what I've gathered by watching you how to fight."

And he let himself relax at that. After all, Childe was a firm believer of those words; How a person fought was enough to discern one's personality.

"But you did give it away rather obviously." You teased, only for Childe to frown once more, confused. "You laughed on the verge of losing."

His cheeks grew warm at that, a sheepish smile stretching his lips as rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "Did I?" He chuckled, looking down at his lap, a sullen expression overtaking his features despite the laughter he forced. He knew at that moment that you'd think he was a weirdo. A creep who gets thrilled in bloodshed battles.

Though, you never cease to surprise him. Stepping in front of him, your shadow loomed over his figure and he raised his head to look up at you, expecting a look of disgust or mockery on your face, but it was just the same gentle face you always wore. Offering him a hand, he accepted it, and let himself be pulled upwards by you.

"I see no fault in it, Childe." You reassure, patting his back as you gave him a wooden sword to finally begin training. "Somethings are out of our control, so lend myself to you."

Childe sputtered, once again, surprised by your words and taking a step back, but you just chuckled at his reaction. "I'll spar with you if it helps quell this insatiable desire. Well, if that's what you'd like."

Speechless, he stood there dumbly, stuck in thought. A permanent sparring partner? Just to help suppress the consuming feeling to seek chaos and destruction? Torn, he couldn't help but crease his brows as he tried to make out any lies. But no, he couldn't see any. Your eyes only held sincerity, a patient smile carved on your lips.

Why are being so kind to him? Why, from then on, you decided to allow him to be your friend? Why did you crawl through the cracks of the faulty walls of his heart and made yourself a place inside it without his volition?

How cruel you were to invade his mind on a daily basis.

Your laughter reminded him of the sounds of chiming bells that hung outside of the homes in Liyue, harmonizing with the gentle breeze of the wind. Your smile held a warmth that he never knew he could once again feel in his heart. Your kindness, concern, gentleness— it made him weak in the knees.

You sparked life back into his dead, soulless eyes.

And you quickly snuffed them out once more, as if it was never there in the first place.

Like everything else that exists, your artistry of weaponry had a fatal flaw, and he could remember those words clearly.

"Our backside is one of the most vulnerable spots to users wielding this art. If an opponent was too quick for our eyes to reach them and attacks us from behind? We're good as dead if we don't improvise."

Maybe that's why you couldn't see the spear aimed at your back, piercing through your chest, right at your heart.

Childe grew to love the rains in Liyue, mostly because you loved them. You'd stomp onto puddles, running through the rain as you let the drops of water completely soak you entirely. You'd take his hands in yours, and dance with him under the rain. But no matter how dark the clouds were, you'd brighten up his surroundings, all it took was your loveable smile.

Though now, the intensity of the rain was not enough to clean the stain of your blood off his hands.

In the middle of the sea of bodies and diluting blood, Childe had your limp body in his hands. He couldn't save you. He wasn't fast enough, wasn't strong enough. Even with knowledge of your art, he couldn't have anticipated this.

In his veins, he only felt anger and despair, his heart torn to pieces as the one good thing in his life was stripped away from his hands once more. There were so many things he still wanted to tell you, to show you the beauty of Teyvat, to introduce you to his family—

But you were gone. The Vision that hung on your waist, dull and gray, the vibrant reddish-orange glow it once illuminated, gone, similar to your eyes that once held so much life. The fire that burned fervently has been completely extinguished. You have never felt so cold in his arms.

Was this your punishment for loving him? Was this her doing?

In the rain, he let himself break, burning hatred engulfing his heart as he glared at the Jade Chamber that proudly hovered amongst the stars.

There was one thing in his mind as he continued to grieve; the Jade Chamber will be no more.

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[victoriously-wicked]

CAT: Robbie’s too tall for me to kiss. What do I do? JADE: Punch him in the gut. Then when he doubles over in pain, kiss him. BECK & ANDRÉ: Tackle him! TRINA (uninterested): Dump him. TORI: Kick him in the shin! ROBBIE: W-No, to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!

[doyelikehaggis]

New tag game: list ten of your childhood ships (I’m also going to include whether I still ship them or not for funsies! 💋 means I do 😬 means I don’t & 👀 means it’s complicated!)

tagged by @blairwaldcrf 🩵

1. Casey McDonald x Derek Venturi (Life With Derek) 💋

2. Jade West x Beck Oliver (Victorious) 👀

3. Carly Shay x Freddie Benson (iCarly) 💋

4. Jay Brown x Lola Pearce (EastEnders) 💋

5. Nikki Wong x Jonesy Garcia (6Teen) 💋

6. Jody Jackson x Tyler Lewis (The Dumping Ground) 💋

7. Hanna Marin x Caleb Rivers (Pretty Little Liars) 👀

8. Rachel Green x Ross Geller (Friends) 😬

9. Chase x Zoey (Zoey 101) 💋

10. Kurt Hummel x Blaine Anderson (Glee) 😬

Tagging @cescalr @wdwp2kjtbmahnhc @thevanillahorizon @dance-is-life27 & anyone who might want to do it! 🩵

[thedemoninme141]

Ghosts-Chapter 9: Ghosts of the past.

"We knew Ghost was still with us, That gave us hope." John said. . . Tori opens her eyes to find herself tied to a chair.

She looks around to see another empty chair in front of her.

Where is she? How did she get here? She remembers the fight with the Ghost. Did he bring her here? Is he gonna kill her? Torture her?

"No, I am not gonna kill you. I didn't bring you here for that."

She heard Ghost's voice coming from behind, as Ghost came in front of her and sat on the chair.

"You aren't afraid of death, you welcome it. " He said.

"Why did you bring me here? To torture me?" Tori spat angrily,

"No, I brought you here to help you."

"Oh, you did enough when you saved the one who killed my Jade!" She yelled.

"They didn't kill her Tori..."

"W.. what. what are you talking about?" she asked fearing the answer.

" They were innocent, the people you killed, had nothing to do with Jade West's murder."

"You are lying.. THEY WERE THERE THE DAY JADE DIED!" she yelled.

"They were there Tori, but they were there after Jade was murdered. They went there with bad intentions but Jade was already dead when they got there."

Tori closed her eyes every time Ghost said Jade's name.

" YOU ARE LYING! HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW?" She asked screaming.

"Because I was there the day she was killed, I was there trying to save her." Ghost answered.

. . .

"Well Vega, I am surprised you brought me this. Now I can get rid of the old mask that I used while murdering criminals on the street at night."Jade said.

Tori laughed as she put her head on her girlfriend's shoulder. They were seated on the bench near the lake.

"When I was younger, Dad used to give me a lot of time. Even though he works a demanding shift as a cop, he used to make time for me to play, shop, and go to the movies up until he received a significant promotion. I used to feel so alone whenever I came here, and find myself missing those moments with Dad." She said.

"Now I am with you so you don't have to feel lonely ever again, till I decide to dump your ass for your hot father," Jade said.

"Ugggh, again with that bullshit!" Tori groaned "But you are right, now I've got you and wherever you and I are together, feels like home to me." Jade smiled. She looked up to the skies and sighed.

"I don't really remember anything about my childhood," Jade said.

"What do you mean?" Tori asked.

Jade sighed.

"Only Beck knows about this, When I was 8 my mother and I had a car accident, my mother didn't make it but I did, not all of mine, only my body. I had a brain injury so bad that my memories were all gone. I don't remember anything about my mother or my childhood."

"Oh, Jade.." Tori hold her lover's hand.

"My father didn't really give me much time after that, He does visit about once a year. But he just hired workers to take care of me. He never even thought about telling me how my mother or I were before the accident; instead, he simply stopped believing in family. He didn't even get married again."

Tori can see the unshed tears in Jade's blue-green eyes.

"So I was left all alone to figure out who was I. Then I decided that I should concentrate on choosing who I want to be rather than trying to remember my past. So I build walls after walls around my heart to protect myself."

"And I broke those walls to get the lovable girl out." Tori said smiling.

"Tori, you didn't break my walls, you just touched them and they all fell down one by one," Jade said as she handed her a bracelet.

" The lemonade shop was closed so I brought you these," Jade said smirking.

Tori looked at the rose quartz bracelets, "She does care.." She thought.

"Aww, Jade! They are beautiful!" she closes the gap between them and puts her lips on Jade's. . . .

"Doctor Catherine West, Jade West's mother, was the scientist who discovered a way to make human bone stronger than metal, reflexes faster than a bullet, and muscles more durable, and numb. They started with adults. But none survived the augmentation. The project was shut down. But Catherine was so committed that she didn't even leave her own 3-year-old daughter. She conducted non-lethal experiments on Jade and discovered "improvements" that were sufficient evidence that children's bodies are better suited for augmentation. She stopped using her daughter as a test subject and hired men to find more children. She abducted hundreds of kids over years. I was one of them. The government funded her enough to make a massive lab in Verdansk and conceal it behind a village.

The project was changed to make augmented infiltration soldiers. Their speciality is to camouflage in society while doing their job. We were about 60 kids there, We went through the augmentation and survived, it made us untouchable, immortal. They made a serum to strengthen our muscles and reflexes. We had to take it from time to time. Most of us looked at each other as competitors to survive. But not my squad. John, Helena, Roach, Alex and Farah. We never remembered our names, they used to call us by numbers and we named ourselves. We believed there was a world outside those walls and Jade told us the truth. We underwent various tests, but Catherine didn't receive the outcomes she was hoping for. We were competent but not flawless. She knew who was perfect but she couldn't do it to her. So she created a child using Jade's DNA. But Jade had her own revelations. She was only 8 at that time but was more intelligent than an 18-year-old. She looked at the child and broke down. She named her "Emma". She knew she had to protect it from her mother. She came to me one day, handed me a scalpel, and informed us about the chip that had been inserted into our necks because she realized what her mother was doing was wrong. She told us about Emma and made me promise her that I would keep the child safe if anything happened to her. She told us a plan to escape, Her father was unaware of her mother's works. Jade told him the truth. It was a war, We escaped but Jade took a hit, I had the child with me and she took a hit trying to protect us. We carried her out to the extraction zone where her father was waiting with more soldiers to infiltrate the facility. But as they got in the whole place was blown. There was a bomb in there to demolish any proof of their work to keep it away from the public. They didn't care about the rest of the children's life. And those children lost their lives because we wanted to escape.

Mr West helped us to get our new identities, and helped us to find our families. However, my family wasn't found. Emma was given to a new family even though I protested, I thought she belonged with Jade but Mr West wanted to keep her daughter safe and couldn't accept Emma as a part of his family, I had a feeling that it wasn't over. I didn't accept my new identity. I was sent to an orphanage near Emma's foster home. I kept visiting Emma often. I told the family I was her brother, and they accepted me.

12 years, she became a beautiful healthy girl, I felt like she actually was my little sister, a reason for me to keep on living, I would bring her gifts every Christmas. Her smile would make me feel like I finally had a family again.

One Christmas when I reached there I found the whole place burned to ashes. They said it was an accident, "probably Gas Cylinder leakage". I knew it wasn't. The whole family was slaughtered. The bodies burned to ashes, I failed to protect her, I failed to keep my promise. I wanted to reach Jade, but her father forbade me, he had to keep her daughter away from us to keep her safe. I didn't force him. I knew what I was about to do and I had to keep my friends away from it to keep them safe. Whoever I was had to die, what they made me had to return, I wore the mask and became The Ghost.

I started hunting. I found out there are more than one lab, all scattered around the world, ready to be self-destructed if infiltrated. My one mistake was letting them figure out I knew about it. They tried to track me down and ended up finding John one day, his family was missing too. I knew John would've given up and I also knew who they would've targeted first, I went there, and heard her scream. They got there before I did, and that's when I saw him. They call him Templar, No intel on his background. I fought hard but I wasn't better than him, he defeated me. He killed your Jade. I couldn't save her, but I had to save the others, So I escaped." The masked vigilante finished his story.

It took a few minutes for Tori to take in everything. If all he said is true that means Tori murdered innocent men.

"The blood, found in Jade's house.. was it yours?" Tori asked.

The Ghost nodded.

"I know Tori, you killed innocent men, but the more you think about it the more you will end up destroying your mind. But they did get to her home, they wanted to hurt her. They just were late."

Tori thought about it now, she has already become a monster by killing people for a crime they didn't commit, how is there any return from this point? There isn't. She has to continue, she looked at the masked crusader, they called him a demon, but he was a human. She felt guilty for even thinking of killing him even though he battled until he was bleeding to save Jade.

"So, what now? How are you gonna help me?" she asked.

"I've already helped you, the cop would've taken you in, they already know You Tori Vega, is a Ghost now." He replied.

"Then help me avenge her, let me help you in finding them!" she said.

Ghost thought about it for a moment, he looked away from Tori and said

"No, this is my mission, not yours. All I can help you with is to run, go far away from this country and start a new life."

"I don't want that! You have failed to protect her so did I. We both failed to keep our promise so you alone can't be the one to avenge her! I loved her! If you have any respect for her!" Tori yelled.

Ghost didn't say anything in return. He went behind Tori,

For the first time in a while, Tori experienced fear—not the fear of dying, but the fear of dying before exacting revenge for the murder of her lover.

Tori felt her hands being untied.

"You need to learn the ways of The Ghosts." He said.

[herculiz]

VICTORIOUS S01E05 | JADE DUMPS BECK

[anxiouspandatheatrekid]

Adventures in The Victorious Wiki

~Who Did It To Trina

~The Black Eye (also when Liz trips and falls that was a blooper they left in)

~Jade Gets Crushed

~Jade Dumps Beck

[gettraughtgetdead]

i’m watching jade dumps beck on netflix right now and it reminds me of one headcanon i have, that is actually like the only headcanon i have, that is so bizarre, but i’ve had it for so long that i don’t remember why i originally thought of it and i’ve just sort of accepted it

[proteuus]

Inside tori's locker she has a little magazine cutout thing that says "I kissed a girl" 👀👀👀👀

[ashleysolsen]

Jade Dumps Beck (1.05)

[markedbyindecision]

GIFFING EVERY VICTORIOUS EPISODE

S1E5: “Jade Dumps Beck”

↳ Tori, Jade, & Beck