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billskeis · 7 months ago

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can you please write something for Tom where he's like sooo in love with the reader but also really in denial and a bit scared cause he's never been in love before/ felt like this? (I know this sounds mega kitschy)

i love your account so much, everything is so pretty on here!!

thank you my love, i hope i didnt disappoint c:

ᡣ𐭩 tom, a dummy in a denial

tom was your friend. your rock. you don’t remember how it happened, but as soon as the two of you met, sparks flew. not in the way that you think, god no! the two of you couldn’t ever imagine being anything other than friends. more than friends, right? well, so you think ..

as tom grabbed his car keys, he ushered bill to be at the doorstep in ten seconds or he would leave without him, “fuck! tom! i can’t find my rings..” with a scoff, tom rolled his eyes already beginning to open the front door, “just leave without them! we’re gonna be late.”

“what’s got you in a rush? it’s a goddamn house party..” bill skipped down the stairs fumbling to now put his shoes on. as tom ran his hand through his hair, he hesitates to respond, not really sure what DOES have him in a rush.

as bill waits for his older brother to respond, seeing as how he breaks out in a cold sweat he can’t help but realize now, letting out a small laugh, “oh..” “oh what?” “it’s cause you want to see y/n,” and tom can’t help but widen his eyes and so hard they might pop out of his eye sockets.

“what?? pshh, i don’t know what you’re talking about—i mean—me and y/n are friends, best friends!” bill pushes tom out the door as the two walk to tom’s new cadillac. “for someone who you consider a best friend, you’re so eager to see her.” tom sarcastically laughs at bill, “i am not!!” “yeah, lemme know when you’re done being in denial, tom, i’ve seen the way you look at her.”

upon arrival, both the kaulitz twins enter the house already booming with house music. loud voices and laughs were shared, dancing, engaging and talking, making out, drinking. but there you stood. standing there, solo cup in your hand, laughing with a couple of your girlfriends as you sip on the alcoholic drink.

you looked amazing, tom had to blink twice to truly comprehend it was you. what am i even saying—of course he knew it was you. you were no lesser than a diamond to his eyes. the way your dress hugged tightly around your curves, glossy lips and hair ever so shiny. you were his aphrodite.

“stop staring and let’s go talk to her!” bill exclaimed pulling tom by his arms, “what’re you doing?? stop!” “tom cut the bullshit right now before i slap you in the face—hey y/n! how are you??” he cuts himself midway as bill nagged at tom while pulling him to where you stood.

“bill! oh my god hi!! ‘m feeling good tonight, hi tom!” you wave at tom before pulling him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his body, not noticing at how he tensed up around your presence now. “hi y/n..” you tilted your head to the side, ‘hi y/n?’ what kind of a greeting was that?

you hold one of tom’s hands, running a thumb over the back of his hand. he swears his heart fell out of his ass as he choked on his spit but tried to conceal it, “you okay tom?” “yeah! perfectly fine! now where’s the alcohol??” he grabd a bottle immediately pouring himself a shot, downing it within the quick ten seconds of having poured it, fire trickling down his throat.

tom needs liquid courage. he’s never really realized that he’s felt a certain way for his best friend. she now makes him, nervous. like he needs to find the perfect words to say in order to put a smile on her face. as if he doesn’t already do that. but now, it’s different. he can’t fuck this up. he’s scared, alcohol will do the trick for sure!

“easy there tiger!” bill giggles as you look at his twin brother in confusion. bill can only shrug, as he walks off to go find georg and gustav who are already drunk off their minds dancing in the living room. you focus your attention back on tom who already seems like he’s had four more shots in the time that you only spent exchanging looks w bill.

with a gasp, you swiftly grab the bottle and shot glasses from tom and head towards the dance floor. you hold tom’s hands and give him a little spin. “seems like ya had fun with those shots eh?” “mmhm.. glad to see you y/n, been a while :),” and you perk up, smiling at tom who’s hip swayed in rhythm with yours.

wanting to spice things up a bit (with your bestfriend?) you hold tom’s waist, pressing it flush against yours. if it weren’t for the dim, flashing lights, you would see how red tom’s face is. and it’s not from the alcohol. he can’t help but open his mouth in shock, hiding his face in your neck.

“y/n..” “mmhm?” he whispers in your ears, tom now has his arms wrapped around your waist as you slowly danced with one another. arms engulfing his neck, you push it even further to your ear, almost sending tom into an orbit of emotion. but it seems as though the alcohol has caught up to him.

dizzy, he can only rock side to side now as the two of you stand. it’s now quiet between the two of you, with only music to fill in the silence. admittedly, tom speaks before he thinks as he mumbles a “god you are just so breathtaking tonight y/n..” well, that was a first, you immediately latch him off your body and hold his shoulders to get a good look at him.

his head is lolled down as it looks as if it’s being hung of his body. you can see a dopey smile plastered on his face as the rest of him is like putty within your hands, doing as it’s told while you simply hold him straight. oh, he’s fucking drunk, and he might puke. you remember the last time the two of you were out together he gets all giggly and loopy before needing to let it all out. the little details matter.

“oh no, we need to get some fresh air,” you hug his body against your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you make your way towards the balcony. shoving through the crowd of people, you are met with bill, gustav and georg who stop you in your tracks. “y/n! where are you going??” “to get your brother some fresh air!” jokingly, georg screams a ‘seems like you care about him!’ and you scream back ‘i do!’ without hesitance.

a coo is heard from your side as you look down to tom who’s body is slumped against yours. opening the slide door, he whines “aww, you care about me?” “shut up tom,” and he dramatically pouts before holding himself on the railing of the balcony, taking in the fresh, cold air to somewhat rid of his nausea.

you lean on the railway, looking at your best friend whose movements are extremely sluggish and slow. you pat his back, following by rubbing circles on it, feeling the cotton of his black t-shirt which, made him look really good. his hair was tied back in a low bun, as his sunglasses hung off the collar of his shirt. how could such a simple outfit make someone look so good?

after a few moments of silence being exchanged between one another. tom finally backs off the railing to bring back up all the shots he drank without eating prior to it, puking it all into a plant pot for, let’s say, plant purposes! you wince at the noises but can only hope that plant is a plant the house owner neglects and doesn’t see the puke.

spitting out the remnants, tom immediately feels better. but he can’t bring himself to face you, not after embarrassing himself in front of the girl he found out to have liked since the beginning of time. you notice this, and soften a gaze at his back, muscles defined through the thin fabric. with a tap of his shoulder, he hesitantly turns to be met with you holding out a water bottle.

thanking you, he immediately twists open the cap to drink the water, downing almost half the bottle. as he almost finishes it, he places the bottle onto the ladder attached to the railing, now holding onto it again, leaning his head on it as he stares at you. you were looking through the sliding door glass admiring bill, georg and gustav dancing. looks like they’re having an amazing time!

“oh god, i can’t believe how much i adore you..” you jerk your head to look at tom so fast you swore you gave yourself whiplash, “what!?” “oh fuck—sorry—i don’t know what came over me.. pretend you didn’t hear that.” you mouth hangs open in disbelief, pretend you didn’t hear that!? what is he talking about??

you step closer to him as he pretends to look away into the stars of the night sky, “tom!! look at me and tell me what you said..” your expectant, you wanted to hear those words again. you couldn’t believe it, the best friend whom you’ve liked for so many years might reciprocate your feelings. you hold onto that hope as much as possible. as his eyes dart in many directions but yours, you shift your head quickly enough to always meet his gaze.

“mmm fine..! i said i adore you..” “why thank you, i adore you too..” wanting to make a little joke out of it, seeming as though you adore him just as a best friend and nothing more, “no, no not like that y/n. god i can’t believe it took me this many years to realize how i truly felt about you,” and he licks his lips, becoming dry with anxiety. you cross your arms, “and what is it that you feel about me?”

“well, for starts, i love you. i love you so much y/n that i couldn’t see myself with anyone but you. why it took me so long? i—i don’t know i think i was scared?? felt as if my whole life i was incapable of loving or even being loved. my whole life i’ve been through materialistic relationships, temporary relationships, relationships with a motive.. was scared you were gonna end up as one of those so i, didn’t take the risk.. ‘m hearts never skipped a beat before until you. until you, i’ve never felt so content with life, i want to be your boyfriend but you obviously don’t have to say yes we just can remain friends—”

“tom!!” you interrupted midway through his rambling, he just stops in his tracks, “you didn’t even ask how i felt! you only assumed i wouldn’t return the feeling,” and he bites his lips, goddamnittomyoustupidfuckingidiotyoushouldveletherspeak. leaning even further into the railway, he awaits your answer. nervous, an uncomfortable pit forming in his stomach expecting the worse. “oh! i um.. ha, sorry..”

you inhale a deep breath, exhaling as you clench your palms together, “you dummy, i love you too. i guess i’ve always adored you, a lot. it’s also hard for me to convey my feelings, dunno what it is, but hey! glad we got that out huh??” you giggle, smiling at tom, who has a cheeky grin plastered on his face. in a world full of complicated girls, you were simple. easygoing. it was as simple as that. he couldn’t be any more happier over the fact that the one for him considered him as her one. you immediately pull tom into a hug, who then awkwardly asks you to be his girlfriend, and of course, you said yes.

“i’m so into you, y/n.”

“i know!”

i dont have the knack to write fluff anymore .. im soo sorry anon T_T

i was inspired off these pics , just imagine tom looking up at you with those with those eyes after finding out you liked him too , cute !

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fluff #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #2000s #fyp #billskeis

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sanajeh1909 · 1 year ago

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The Spy and The Spouse

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader

Word Count : 1272

Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it, there is nothing much except the detailed description of whats happening), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes.

POV : 3rd Person

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part3

A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario. I had hard time writing this since i burnt my wrist accidentally now its hard to type without putting my wrist on the side of the keyboard. I felt like this needed a part 3. Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.

He laid down and stared at the ceiling. He couldnt sleep. Too much going throuogh his mind.

Y/N. The mission. The act. The feelings. The lie. The love. The pain.

He turns onto his side, facing the wall, and buries his head on the pillow to try to go to a dreamless sleep.

He stayed awake, turning on his side. He tried to close his eyes, but all he could see was her face in that dress. A dress that was worn solely for him, or so he thought. A beautiful face in a beautiful dress, but all it was meant for was their mission.

Her wedding ring was a magnet for his eyes. His mind was glued to that ring. A ring he knew she didnt want to be wearing... but a ring she had to wear because of him. Her fake husband. Her fake lover.

He tried to get his mind off of the ring, but in a weird way, that ring gave him comfort. It made him feel as if this lie, this act wasnt all so bad.

It could have been something more, a real bond, but it wasnt his place to say that. It wasnt his place to say those words to her.

He felt his heart pound faster with every passing second, as if he was holding his breath. His thoughts went back to the mission, and to the night before. He could remember everything.

In the morning. Chamber tossed and turned on the bed, and the first thing he did was check his watch. 7:01. He needed to get a move on.

He sat up on the bed, trying to focus on something. Anything but the ring, the mission, his feelings.

He could see her face in that dress.

He grabbed his suit and put it on the bed and went to take a quick shower. The images of how her eyes seemed to light up as she saw his handsome face haunted. The words she exchanged, the compliments back and forth.

His thoughts were a mess as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his body. He felt... butterflies. He felt... something. He wasnt quite sure what it was, but if his heart kept telling him it was love, then it was love.

He took off the towel and put on his clothes, walking towards her room. He walked towards the door with confidence.

She opens the door to start her day. She was ready, shower taken, clean clothes. Then she sees him in front of her. From the height difference, what she faced first was his chest after opening the door.

She raises her head up to look at him, she smirks and speaks. Up already, Vincent?

He smirked as he glanced down to see her. He felt like a model, if anything, because of how she looked at him. Her attention was enough to make him blush, even though he had his cold face all set.

He put a hand on his hip casually, as if he normally dressed to impress.

Im always up with the sun. He spoke, letting go of his cold facade for a second. Did you sleep well? He raised an eyebrow. As he took a step inside, he couldnt help but glance at the wedding ring laying on her nightstand.

I did, thanks to my "husband", im carried to my bed. She leans on the doorframe as she watches him step inside the room.

"Husband." He thought to himself. The word wasnt supposed to sting as much as it did.

He glanced at her, her expression, her beautiful face. Those eyes of hers, the small dimples, the lush and dark lashes, the hair.

She made him weak, and only she made him feel that way. He couldnt help but wonder if she could feel the same way, because thats how it felt.

His gaze went back to the ring.

She raises an eyebrow, and speaks with professional manner. I hope you didnt catch feelings after the mission. It would be a shame to one of us to end up with a broken heart.

He was caught off guard by her words, but he covered his surprise perfectly. He had a smile to show that he didnt have "feelings" for her.

He could see she didnt want to talk about the mission either. He walked towards the nightstand, his arm reaching out to the wedding ring. He picked up the ring from the table and handed it to her at chest height.

No mission feelings. Just as we agreed. He spoke with calmness, like a cold professional.

She looks at the ring on his hand, then back at him as if questioning why is he handing her the ring back. You better stay behind your words.

His smile faded for a second. "You better stay behind your words." This was about the mission. The mission only. Nothing else. He slided the ring from his hand and slipped it into her palm.

He stepped back slightly. The mission was over, and the mask had to stay on. So its safe to assume that nothing happened yesterday?

Nothing except the mission done successfully.

Good.

He kept his cool demeanor, but his body wanted to be close to her. He wanted to have her head rest upon his shoulder. To kiss her right now. He had to remind himself of who she is. The mission. Their mission. Not love.

We will have more missions, so i guess i will see you soon. He made his way to the door, only stopping to look back at her. This was a lie, wasnt it? He didnt want to stop seeing her.

Yes, good luck on work, Mr. Fabron. She crossed her arms on her chest.

He stared at her longer than he imagined, feeling how his heart ached to be near her. To kiss her. To hold her. To love her.

The heart is the weakest organ in the body.

He smiled softly and said : Thank you. His eyes went to the wedding ring in her palm before he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

She stares at the door for a short while, then turns her gaze inside the room.

He walked from her room back to his and shut the door. He opened his drawer and put on a different set of clothes, his personal, civilian clothes.

He looked at his reflection, only to face a man that looked far from what he had to portray to the world, and even to her.

He laid on his bed, putting his head against his pillow. His hands were on his head. He was thinking. He was reflecting. His feelings were growing. She was a thorn in his side. She was his thorn.

It was silent. He had to stay away from her room. He had to stay away from her. He had to stay away from his heart. He had to stay away from... love.

He got up and took his jacket of and hung it on the hanger, then started taking his shirt off. The shirt didnt feel right on him. He felt like the shirt was choking him. His heart was beating rapidly just thinking about her.

The mission was over, that much was true. The thoughts in his head were a storm. The way she made him feel was a storm. He couldnt help but feel as if every step was like a magnet was pulling him towards her. He couldnt let this happen, he couldnt allow himself to fall in love.

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mastertengen · 1 year ago

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Satoru Gojo x Fem reader

a/n: the personality will be based off of Makima from csm

category: Fluff

Possible ooc

Gojo attempts to take you out on a date

Gojo had been trying for weeks to convince Y/n to go on a date with him, but she always found a way to turn him down. It seemed like she was determined to keep their relationship strictly professional. But Gojo was relentless and refused to give up, He even asked Itadori, Nobara, and Megumi to help him Megumi refused but he was forced to anyways

One day, as they were discussing their plans for the weekend, Gojo mustered up the courage to try once again. "Y/n, I know you've been avoiding going on a date with me, but I promise it'll be fun. How about we go out this Saturday?" He smirked

I sighed, clearly hesitant. "Gojo, I've told you before, I don't think it's a good idea. We work together, and I don't want things to get complicated, Everything is strictly professional between us."

Gojo smiled mischievously, his eyes twinkling. "I understand your concerns, but what if I told you I know the perfect place to go to~? It would definitely make you change your mind."

I raised an eyebrow, curious about his sudden change in approach. "And where would that be?"

Gojo leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, enticing tone. "There's this amazing sushi restaurant that recently opened downtown. They serve the most delicious and unique sushi rolls you've ever tasted. It's an experience that you won't want to miss."

My eyes widened with newfound interest. I was a sushi lover, and the thought of trying new and innovative rolls was tempting. Still, I fought to maintain my resolve. "Nice try, Gojo, but sushi isn't enough to change my mind, You should knot that."

Gojo leaned back, pretending to be disappointed. "Well, if you say so. I guess I'll just have to enjoy those mouthwatering sushi rolls all by myself!"

I hesitated for a moment, my curiosity still getting the better of me. "Okay, fine. But this doesn't mean anything. It's just sushi."

Gojo smirked, victorious. "Of course, just sushi. I'll pick you up at seven on Saturday then."

As Saturday evening approached, Y/n found herself getting a a bit nervous. It wasn't a date, she reminded herself. Just two colleagues going out for sushi. But when Gojo arrived at her door, dressed in a sharp suit and holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement, A small smile planted on her lips.

They arrived at the sushi restaurant, and Y/n was immediately mesmerized by the elegant ambiance and the mouthwatering aroma of freshly prepared sushi. As they sat down, Gojo ordered an assortment of rolls, each more creative and delicious than the last. Y/n couldn't help but be swept away by the culinary experience.

As they laughed and shared stories between bites, Y/n realized that she was genuinely enjoying herself. The false facade she had built around her slowly began to crumble, and she allowed herself to relax in Gojo's company.

By the end of the night, Y/n found herself smiling and feeling a warmth in her heart that she hadn't felt in a long time. As they left the restaurant, Gojo glanced at her with a knowing grin. "I told you, Y/n. Sushi has its way of making everything better."

I smiled, my resistance finally giving way. "Maybe... just maybe, there's more to this than just sushi on the other hand, Our relationship is still strictly professional."

Gojo's grin widened and then he pouted at last thing i said, But he took my hand, intertwining our fingers. "I'm glad you finally gave me a chance, Y/n. But hey, You enjoyed it didnt you ?"

Y/n nodded, Before she can reply she hears a noise in the bush behind them, Gojo practically sweatdropping

"This is your fault, Itadori! Now they see us!" Nobara shouted her fake disguise falling off her face

"My fault!? You were the one that kept kicking me and Fushiguro!" Itadori shouted back, As he pushes her out the bush

I walk forward, Dragging Gojo along with me "I made sure to leave some sushi left back for you guys, But on the other hand, I knew you guys were here I enjoyed the show." I smile as the group of 3 tries to catch up to us.

A/n: I giggled while writing this if theres mistakes ignore it atp

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d10nsaint · 2 years ago

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“I WAS FEELING INSECURE—SO INSECURE THAT YOU MIGHT NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE.”

ft. Aki Hayakawa

tw: insecurities, personal comfort, slight self insert , h!m€n0

On some days— your worst, your insecurities skyrocketed. You’d stand before the mirror, wishing for everything to go away.Your insecurities had such a far range, from yourself and your body and habits, to your boyfriend and those who surrounded him.

To you, it just was that everyone around Aki was perfect—beautiful, strong, assertive—and you were, well, you. You weren’t a beautiful boss, or a strong devil hunter with a team to lead. You were a normal person with a normal job.

Aki never understood your insecurities. You were his world, his safe space, where he went for advice. He knew about your ‘days’, and just couldn’t understand. You’re so perfect— whats there to be sad about?

He knows to—sometimes—leave you alone during times like this. Things like these are personal battles and you cant overcome them with help—its a battle of your own mind and how you see yourself. He can only help you in the aftermath.

Sometimes, during these ‘episodes, you’d just listen to music on an outdated music player, with an old play going on in the background.

He knocked on the bedroom door, just coming back from work.

“..[name]? are you in there?” He noticed that Denji and Power weren’t home yet—it was so quiet. ‘I wonder what they’re fucking up now,’ he thought as he twisted the door handle open.

He slowly opened the door to find you sitting on the bed, head on a pillow, with your eyes at the cealing.

“..[name]?” He looked at you oddly. “Are you awake?”

Your gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to his tall frame, peeking through the door. He looked so handsome, so effortlessly. He was also just so caring, so sweet. An amazing boyfriend. Multiple times, you’d ‘joke’ and say that he was too good for you.

“Aki,” you sighed, happy that it was him and not Power or Denji—you loved them, sure, but they were both insanely loud and ignorant, and at the moment, you couldn’t take the noise. You covered up the sigh with a light laugh, “Im sorry, I didnt hear you come through the door- come, sit.” You patted the sheets near you so he could sit next to you, exactly where he liked to be. But something was off.

He slowly shuffled over to sit next to you, as you propped yourself up again to lie down. He bent over to give you a quick kiss that seemed to put you deep in thought.

“ [Name], what’re you thinking about?” He seemed so confused and concerned—He was so genuine.

“I was just feeling so insecure,” you started, taking a deep breath before finishing, “so insecure that you might not love me anymore.”

A moment of silence filled the room before he let out a fake cough. “..why is that?” He was perplexed. Hasn’t he been taking care of you? Showing you affection?

You took a deep breath—what you were about to say was going to take a whole lot of guts, but it’ll also get so much off of your chest. You knew it was better to talk about your problems and come to a helpful agreement.

“Himeno.” Her name came out like a cracked whisper, maybe even a sob. “Himeno,..shes a reason that I feel like that.Shes always so close to you, so touchy. To any outsider, it looks like you both are dating.”

You turned over to the wall so you wouldn’t face him. You sounded so stupid. But you tried so hard for him, and he knew. At this point, you didn’t even know if he was being oblivious on purpose. How could a man not notice how close she was?

“ [Name], you know I dont like Himeno, we’re just co-workers. Sometimes, I even find her antics annoying.” He rubbed your back as he spoke, then leaned down to plant a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I dont know what i have to do to prove it to you, but I really dont like Himeno like how I like you.” He moved his body so he’d be getting off the bed.

“I’ll leave you in here. Tell me if theres anything you need,alright?” He walked to the door and almost finished closing it when you turned over a bit.

“Hey Aki?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

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aritamargarita · 1 year ago

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ATTITUDE || 021

heyyy here's an attitude for you..id just like to issue an apology LOL. see what had happened was i lost my inspo and was like "ah fuck it" then i came back and rewrote it then i was like "ah fuck it" again.

writer's block can be pretty demotivating (well of course it is lol!!) but i just didnt wanna do anything at all booo. :(

this is 50/50 kayfabe again...i never found a common ground. segments and shit you know?? as i said this is a bit short so stay tuned for more. Just LET ME COOK GUYS.

YOU JUST CAN’T believe Jeff found you in the locker room. The audacity he even has to show up! Well, you’re going to try and give him a piece of your mind anyway.

At Jeff’s request, Debra nodded. “Yes. I’ll step out for a bit.” She gives you one last look before she made her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

You wait for a minute, making sure that she’s truly gone before speaking.

“…I am one second from strangling you in this very room.” You warn. Jeff’s starting to feel nervous again. Was this really a good decision? Probably not. He can tell that you’re incredibly volatile. This is way too tense. “You know, no one can hear you scream.”

Truth be told, Jeff couldn’t even remember he’s been in a situation like this. Hell, he’s not even sure if he’s had one. He chuckled nervously. “I-I’m sure.”

You’re waiting for him to say something else, but it seems like he’s gone silent for the time being. “I thought you were going to talk to me?”

“I was. I’m just not sure what to say.” Jeff admits. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells, and the moment he doesn’t answer or even ask a question in the way you wanted, he feels like you’ll attack at any moment. “And I know ya’ want some answers.”

You do. You really do.

“You just have to understand. Raven’s not good enough for you and you know it.”

Somehow, it’s always the same thing. Every single time. You can’t help but to roll your eyes. You don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for him to have ruined your match.

“Jeff, you say that every time!” You sound incredibly exasperated saying those words and you couldn’t help it. “He is good enough for me, he’s better than you ever could be, too! How could I ever love someone like you?”

Jeff’s pretty much speechless. How could you say those things so easily? It rolled off of your tongue with no issue whatsoever. No stuttering, no unease. Just like that.

“You’ve hurt Lita, someone who’s supposed to be your friend. Hell, you’ve even hurt Matt, your own brother. What’s it to say you can’t hurt me, huh?“

“I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t hurt you like you hurt me. If we’re talking about hurting people, we need to talk about that stunt you pulled earlier.” He says. “If I give you answers for what I did, you give me answers for what you did.”

And just like that, you already feel stressed out. You can’t help but to put a hand on your forehead. “You’re not going to understand why.”

“Huh, then I guess you won’t understand why I beat the hell out of Raven.” The tone of his voice makes you wince a bit. He sounds annoyed, an emotion you don’t think you’ve heard from him quite yet. “You don’t have a choice but to love me, [Name].”

“I do, and trust me, I wouldn’t pick y—“

He cuts you off, his expression souring. “You’re lying to yourself.”

Then he gets closer, which starts to break down your irritation. “Be honest, you love me. You would’ve loved if we did fuck when we were alone in the medic room and I’m sure you would’ve loved if that happened in the hotel room, too.”

Nevermind. Your irritation shoots up even further. Jeff’s words were coming off aggressive. You’ve never even heard him curse like that before, let alone even say something so vulgar.

“Oh, please!” You exclaim. “You know what I’d love the most right now? If you get the fuck out! Get out! Get out right now! Right now!!”

His words brought you to the edge and you hate how quickly he did that. You will never admit how easy it is for him to get under your skin, whether it be good or bad. Stupid excuses. Then he has the audacity to try and have an attitude about things? Just forget it. No more amends.

He just doesn’t understand. As of right now, everything is his fault!

“[Name], I know you’ve got your issues. But you can’t keep lying to yourself and I can’t keep giving you chances. I’m done being nice.” He reaches out towards you, you know that he wants to touch you, but he settles for just holding your arm. “I’ll make it so that ya’ never forget me. I got suspended for you! Doesn’t that mean anything..? Something for us?”

“You need to understand that there wasn’t ever an us!” You exclaim. He deserved that suspension. Before he could respond, you start to yell that ‘he has my arm!’ and scream in hopes of someone hearing. Your prayers are answered when Debra bursts into the room shortly after.

“What in god’s name is going on in here?!” She exclaims, nearly knocking the door off of its hinges. That woman was truly strong, it almost scares you. She looks in between you two and points a finger at Jeff. “You had better let her go! No funny business or else I’m calling my husband!”

That threat was enough to make Jeff let go and make his way towards the door. He gives you one last look. “Bye, [Name]. I hope you’ll remember what I said.”

“You got here quick..” You turn over to look at Debra.

In return, she gives you a nervous look. “Ha…what? Sweetie, you must be mistaken, I wasn’t nearby at all. It took me a while to get here! I forgot something and it just so happened…I wasn’t listening at all! I respect your privacy!”

If anything, that gave her away the most..

“But um, just one itsy bitsy question for you, dear. What’s this all about the medic?”

BACKSTAGE // 10:15 PM

You feel like you’re dying. You had to take a seat for a second in the hallway.

There’s too much happening right now. You just want to retire back into your hotel room. If you were lucky, no one would bother you for the rest of the night. You could watch sappy soap operas and finally relax.

But alas, you can’t. You’re going have to meet Jericho later on. You’ll give Hunter the call when everything is set up.

Jeff’s words still have you shaken and you can’t help but to put your head into your hands. This was all too much.

“[Naaame], there you are!” A cheery voice brings your attention upwards. There stands Stacy, who has a big smile on her face.

“Here to make fun of me?” You ask, setting your hands in your lap. “Well, hurry up. I’ve only got about 2 hours to live. Make it count.”

She quickly starts to frown, putting her hands on her hips. “What? Why would I do that? That’s just being mean. And what do you mean by two hours to live??”

“Austin’s gonna kill me. He just hasn’t found me yet,” You shrug.

Because you’re sitting down, the only thing you can see is Stacy’s midriff. You decide to stand in order to be level with her. “However, if you want to give me your last parting words, I recommend you do it now..”

“I don’t want you to die, who else am I going to take shopping after next Raw?” Stacy says, coming closer to bring you into a tight hug. “I know you’ve been tired and down lately, so I wanted to surprise you by taking you on a trip after the show.”

It’s not a surprise if she’s saying it though…

You still appreciate it anyway. You crack a smile towards her and she returns it, hoping that you’ll accept and be somewhat positive about it.

“Yeah...yeah, sure. I’ll go.” You give in easy since you know how much of a beggar Stacy can be. “Is Torrie going?”

“Nope! Just us, some R&R.” She reassures, letting you go. “I like spending time with you, so I’ll try and make it comfortable as possible!”

Stacy’s being oddly nice. It almost makes you feel uncomfortable. She’s ranting and raving about something else when suddenly, the sound of a familiar voice had rang through both of your ears.

It’s none other than Lita, who shoves her hands into her pocket. She’s since changed out of her referee gear and the sign of exhaustion is written all over her face.

“Lita!” Stacy chimes. “Hey! How are you? I’ve heard about Matt..are you—“

Lita narrows her eyes at Stacy. “Whatever. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to [Name].” Of course, she didn’t add a please. Stacy’s oblivious enough to nod and give her a smile.

What is with people wanting to talk to you alone?! Nothing ever goes well when that happens.

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you soon, okay?” She rests her hands on both of your shoulders briefly before giving one last smile to Lita and walks away.

Lita returns an disingenuous smile, but it immediately falls into a sneer after she leaves. “…I can’t stand her.”

“I know. You told me.” You’re still on edge, especially because of what happened earlier. “So, uh, what happened with the match? Who won?”

“Jeff. Matt put his foot on the ropes but I didn’t see it. He’s really mad at me. Jeff wouldn’t even talk to me either. He was busy storming off somewhere, just like his brother.” She crosses her arms. “Jeff got suspended for what he did during your match, by the way.”

You already knew about that, so you don’t say anything.

“..Uh, listen. I never said those things about you.” Lita says. “Debra must have lied, I wouldn’t ever call you gross. I think you’re really cool. You’re better than Stacy is. As a matter of fact, you’re better than her and Torrie combined. You know this!”

Was she trying to butter you up or was she genuine? You’re not sure if you believe her. There’s been a lot of lying lately.

…You almost feel bad. Almost. Lita’s looking somewhere else, but turns her attention back to you. “I wanted to clear that up first, but it’s not why I wanted to talk. There’s something else on my mind.”

She starts to step a bit closer and you hold your fists up. You think she’s about to attack you, but she can only let out a sigh, muttering something under her breath.

You look at her in confusion before she repeats it one more time. “I want you to kiss me again.”

It was really sudden, yet you can’t find a reason to refuse her request. “Are you serious?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

Well, if she insists. Once you bring her in for chaste kiss, you can taste the mint on her lips. Lita doesn’t quite let you go either, pulling you closer so she could deepen it.

You then realize that you’re not only at work, but literally standing in the middle of the hallway. You hate to do it, but you have to push Lita away. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. I..uh..wanted to see something anyway.” She runs a hand through her hair, and the atmosphere had quickly gotten tense. “I may have figured something out. I guess I can see why people like you so much.”

“Why’s that?”

“You’re not too bad of a kisser.” She admits.

Who would’ve thought. You instinctively your fingers onto your lips. Huh. “Thanks?” You feel kind of embarrassed now.

Lita only gives you a nod. “You’re welcome, I guess. I think I’m gonna go back to my room now.” That’s probably the best decision right now. She’s been through a lot tonight and so have you. “Want to come with me?”

“No thanks. I’ve got something to do.” As cool as it sounds to head back with her, you still need to meet up with Jericho, which is already making you a bit sick. You hate him.

“Alright then.” Lita strangely feels like she’s been harshly rejected, but manages to give you an actual smile anyway. “See ya’ later?”

“Bye bye.” You wave. It doesn’t take you long to slump back into your chair once the redhead takes her leave. Goddamn it, you can’t believe the night’s not even over yet.

…Well, at least Austin hasn’t found you.

HOTEL ROOM // 10:30 PM

Sometimes you wonder if wrestling is really worth it. Is it really worth the money? Is it really worth the fame that comes with it? Is it really worth the excitement?

Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. You adjust yourself on the loveseat, trying to at least present yourself as sexy. It’s a little hard and a tad bit uncomfortable. You wonder how Stacy and Torrie do it so easily...

You’ve never really done something like this before. It’s strange, most of the sensual stuff had happened in an alleyway or the medic’s room….which probably is crazy, but it happened! Even though you and Jeff didn’t get too far in the room previously, it was still pretty weird.

This confirms it. You hate your job sometimes. Especially when you had to do stuff like this. You tie your robe into a knot, maybe a little too harshly.

The door slams open, startling you from your spot. It’s Jericho, followed by cameras, of course.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You force yet again another million-dollar smile onto your face as you watch him come in with not only both belts on his shoulders, but with two bottles in his hands.

The look of disdain crosses your face only but for a moment, but then goes away. Perhaps you’ll drink the pain away tonight.

“Hey, brought some alcohol. Man, this crap is really expensive!” Jericho complains, holding up the bottles. “For a champion like myself, it should be FREE!”

“Nothing’s free in this world.” You say.

“Sure, for the assclowns that aren’t Chris Jericho.” He fired back, slamming the bottles onto the table. “You’d better drink it, too.” He continues muttering on and on how much of a waste of money it was.

The crowd is definitely confused to say the least. Happy to see you in a segment, but confused. There’s no goddamn way you’d willingly do this! It’s Chris Jericho, for fucks sake. There had to be something up.

“You’re right and you know what? I’m gonna call room service and give them a peace of my mind!” This was only an excuse to try and call Hunter to let him know that Jericho made it. You shuffle out of your spot and head towards the phone.

"No need." Jericho holds up his hand. He's yet to set down his championships. "Let's just hurry up and get this over with. I'm sure this is what we've both been wanting for a while now."

You freeze up for a minute, but try to bounce back. You also ignore his last comment. “No, no, let me do this!” And you still go over and take it off the hook, doing your best to punch the right numbers in.

“Hello?”

It picks up quickly, making you let out a quick sigh of relief. “Yes, hello? You come up here immediately. How dare you disrespect the one and only undisputed champion? Send room service right now! I want compensation.”

“Wait, what? Are you—“

His confusion makes you huff. “I said, you need to send someone up here immediately!”

“Oh! Alright, on my way then. Man, don’t blow a gasket, Nitro Girl..”

You knew he was blonde but you didn’t realize he was an airhead, jesus. Once you heard a click, you hang up the call. “They should be on their way up now to make it up to us. Until then, I think you have a point. Maybe we should—“

You can’t even get the knot fully out! You look down at your robe, which you tied way too tight. You quickly glance at Jericho, then you try it again to no avail. What the fuck, you don’t even tie your shoelaces that hard!

“You’re a putz.” He says, a mocking grin on his own face. “But it’s funny, so I guess you’ve got at least one redeemable quality.”

“Okay, you know what?” Plan be damned. Hunter will get here when he gets here. “Why’d you come here, Jericho? You could’ve said no. You could’ve even called me a slut for trying to sleep with you.”

“I could’ve called you a lot of things, but let’s get one thing straight. The only slut that I know of….is Stephanie McMahon.”

…You hate to do this, but you agree with a nod. “Fair.” If it’s one thing you two had in common, it’s the shared hate of Stephanie McMahon.

“You said you liked me. I want to know what you’d do about it. So far, I’m not impressed.” He motions to your robe, which was still stuck..

“This isn’t my fault.” It really is. You must’ve tied it too tight from your anger or anxiety. Or a combination of both. “I was distracted.”

“Distracted?” He repeats. “Not by me, right? Oh, what am I talking about, of course it’s me! You were clearly all hot and bothered by a champion coming into your room!!” You watch as he sets his championships onto the loveseat and plops down, throwing his arms onto the back of it.

Okay, you changed your mind. Hunter needs to hurry up. Like right now. You swallow your pride as you speak again. “Maybe, maybe not. That is for me to know and for you to find out.”

“So you admit you’re attracted to me?”

“I didn’t say all of that..” You sigh out. This feels like it’s completely gotten off track. Everything was a bust.

To your glee, there are a few frantic knocks on the door. “Oh, that must be room service.” You say. Thank god. “Go get the door, I need to find something to cut this open.”

You conveniently step away while Jericho stands up to go open the door. The sound of things falling doesn’t make you wince at all, but you still put on a scene as soon as Hunter literally LEAPS through the door and pounces on Jericho.

He grabs him to toss him over the loveseat and rushes over to start to laying in some punches.

As he’s beating the shit out of him, you feign surprise, grabbing one of the champagne bottles off the table. Hunter notices you and shuffles him to hold him in a chokehold so you can have your way with him.

This is exactly what the crowd wanted to see. You pop the cork off the bottle and dump it all over Jericho’s face, not caring if it hit his mouth or not.

“Ha! Drink it in, maaan!” You laugh. Despite you managing to get the liquid on his leather jacket, Hunter seems to share your smile as he holds up Jericho’s head upward.

And to top it off, you hold the now empty bottle like a baseball bat and swing, hitting Jericho right in his head.

Hunter lets go, a satisfied look on his face. “I’m coming for that title. You had better sleep with one eye open, Y2J.” His voice held venom, which would’ve scared you if you two weren’t in kahoots.

Hunter walks over to the titles that were now on the ground and lifts both of them up. He glanced over to you and lowers them. There was an almost unrecognizable tension in the room between yoy two, but neither of you knew exactly where to pinpoint it.

“…Hey, nice robe. Sad we didn’t get to see what’s under.”

You can only scoff and walk away. With the screen fading to black, it’s the end of Vengeance.

HOORAY JERICHO GETS BEAT!!

by the way, it’s not only jeff. it wasn’t mentioned yet but raven is “suspended” too.. the beginning of heel jeff kinda starts here. now. dearest reader.. what do YOU want to see next from me?

and inevitably, steve austin will be ripping us a new one.

#GUYS ITS MY MONTH FR #BEE WHO YOU ARE FOR YOUR PRIIIIIIIIIDEEE #wwe attitude series #jeff hardy x reader #jeff hardy imagine #lita imagine #lita x reader #triple h imagine #triple h x reader #chris jericho x reader #chris jericho imagine #wwf imagine #wwf x reader #wwf imagines #wwe imagines #wwe imagine #wwe x reader #wwe various x reader

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lovelydiamond-cake · 2 years ago

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Maybe...mint chocolate x cocoa? I think that would be cute!

Aww! I love these two!!

Tk scenario #1

Mint choco was FREEZING. He thought he was going to get hyperthermia any second now. Yet the only thing that crossed his mind was that, it was terribly hard to practice playing the violn in this condition.

"I'm here with hot Cocoa!"

Thank the witches for Cocoa. Both of them in fact.

"Oh you must be freezing! And all of your hand warmers has gotten cold."

"T-thank you Co-Cocoa"

"Hush hush!! You need to drink it!"

He could never understand how Cocoa could function normally in the cold. Nevertheless he was incredibly thankful.

"My I can only imagine how cold you got!"

Mint choco laughed a bit, putting down the half drunken Cocoa.

"You wanna feel? Your Cocoa warmed me up a bit but I'm still pretty cold. Come!"

She walked over to him quickly, not only to feel how cold he truly was, but to also take the opportunity to snuggle up next to him.

That was, until, she felt how cold his hands truly were.

"OOOoo! Your so cold!"

She jolted her body away from the freezing cold one, trying to warm her on body with her hands, my she didnt expect his hands to be that cold! Mint Choco attempted to laugh, which in his current state was a little hard without shivering.

"Told y-you!"

As Coco jolted back, so did her warmth. Her addicting warmth that came with her body..

Witches that flet nice

"I thought you were exaggerating!! I didn't know you meant it!"

He wants her back.. he swore he could feel the heat radiating off her.

"You might need more Coca! I have leftover, I'll make more for later than."

Maybe just a small hug? Just to warm up his body a bit.

"Mint Choco? *Gasp* are you freezing yo death?!"

"No! No! I'm not, well not yet at least. B-but that's not the point. Could you come here?"

"Like, closer?" She asked, before actually getting closer to the freezing violist.

As she got closer, Mint Choco reached out his freezing hands to grab her, quickly shoving them up her shirt to touch her stomach.

It was just like a few seconds earlier, her body warmth was incredibly warm enough for the violist to melt.

He was so busy melting, to the point he didn't hear his girlfriend squealing and trying to escape.

"Ohohoh Shoohoht! MIIIINT!! YOUR HAHAAHANDS!! IHIHIH CAHAHAHA"

He could care less at the moment, his body was finally getting warmer and it was the only thing on his mind.

"WAHAHAHAHIHIHIHT"

Lost in laughter, she gave up, hoping soon she'll get out of this tickle agony.

His hands will warm up soon right?

Right?

Tk #2

Focusing.

Mint Choco had a small problem with focusing.

He tries his best to place all his attention to the violin while practicing, but the slightest movement would grab his attention causing him to miss a note or play the wrong one.

It was frustrating to say the least.

He would stay up on free days to train himself not to loose focus. But there was no progress done. He would either get distracted with the window being open, a couple kids playing outside, Vampire chanting something, or the bar door opening.

He swear he's tried everything to keep himself focused but nothing seems to work. That is until Cocoa suggests somthing..

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Mhm! Just start playing!"

"And your not going to tell me what your doing?.."

"It's apart of the exercise! Now come on!"

"Alright Alright!"

Doing as she asked, he started playing the first melody that came to mind. He had it memerized he wouldn't need to worry about forgetting notes.

It seemed to be going just fine, small distraction here and there but it wasn't anything bad enough for him to completely mess up the song.

That was until he felt a poke right in his stomach.

"H-Hey! Your supposed to be helping me-"

"I am!! Now focus!"

"But-"

"Mint Choco!!"

Not wanting to argue with her any further (not like it would go anywhere) he continued, this time being more alert.

Cocoa, noticing this, started to run her hands down his body to ease his nerves.

"Calm down! Your so pent up how are we going to get through this if your so tense!"

She was right, he was never going to get through this if he kept this up. At this moment, all he needed to do was trust her and let whatever happen, happen.

Even if after a few minutes of playing, the pokes made there way back. But this time, Mint Choco tried his best to stay calm.

"NgH-"

"Shhhh!!! Focus Choco! Focus!"

"Ihihm sorhohry! It tickles!"

"Focus!"

After a while Mint Choco got a little used to the small pokes he got at random, even though there were times where his body would completely jolt or the sensation was to quick so he'd accidentally play the wrong note or the whole note would sound like a cat was plucking at the strings of his violn.

He was doing better than before!

"It sounds like your doing better!"

Too focused on the violin, he didn't answer his encouraging girlfriend. He never felt his mind so focused before, all he wanted to do was get this all over with and play the right keys. He felt so tense, but at ease at the same time. He never felt like this before and he wasn't complaining.

Well, she could lighten up on the pinching...

Wait- why us she pinching?

Nevermind that! Why is she scribbling!??

"W-wahahit, cohoho"

"I was trying to encourage you, and you ignored me!"

"Ihihim sorohohory!!"

"You weren't sorry when you ignored me!" She protested, now scribbling into his upper ribs, not giving him the chance to explain himself.

The sensation surprised him greatly, his ribs being a bad spot itself nearly made him drop his violin.

"This will teach you a lesson for ignoring me!"

#cookie run #tickle #cr tickles #tickle thoughts #tickle scenarios #mint choco cookie #Cocoa cookie #mint choco x cocoa

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bridgyrose · 2 years ago

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Ruby comes out as nonbinary and her friends have a little trouble adjusting. After one warning too many the only thing Cardin will be adjusting for a while is his Full Body Traction.

Ruby let out a heavy sigh as she listened to Weiss and Nora fumble over their pronouns. Again. It had been weeks since she came out to their friends, weeks of listening to them correct themselves over and over with how they talked about them, and yet, it still seemed to be slow progress for everything to be right. “She/they was right the first time.”

Weiss paused for a moment. “But… wasnt it they/them before?”

“No, just she/they.” Ruby went back to their notes to study. “We’ve been over this over the last few weeks. I figured you’d have this figured out by now.”

“You dont realize how hard it is for me to keep this straight for you!”

It shouldnt be that tough, Ruby thought to themself as she held their tongue. “Its not like its that hard.”

Weiss frowned at her. “You try keeping things straight-”

“She’s right,” Nora interrupted. “We’ve known long enough by now, we should have this down for her… them…”

Ruby closed their notebook and slowly got up. “I think I’m going to go take a walk.”

“Wait, we’re supposed to study.” Weiss put a hand to Ruby’s shoulder, stopped, and pulled away. “But… we can do that later…”

“I’ll make sure to be back to study,” Ruby said as she walked off.

Nora shook her head. “You really fumbled that one, didnt you?”

“Its not my fault… mostly.” Weiss sighed and let out a groan as she leaned on the desk. “Okay, maybe it is my fault. I’ve known her for years as a she/her and then she sprang all of this up on us and has changed things around a bit… its hard for me to keep up.”

“We all need to work on it. Even Jaune and Pyrrha mess up a lot more than usual with it. I’m surprised that Ruby’s willing to keep putting up with us.”

“If you ask me, I think she should be sent away to another school if she’s going to act like this.”

Weiss frowned and turned around to see Cardin behind her, grinning at his words. “What did you say?”

Cardin leaned against the table and smirked. “I think that little kid of a leader you have should transfer schools if she’s going to act like this. Everyone knows you’re either a he/him or she/her. And from the looks of it, she’s just a she/her. Though, she could still be a guy posing as a girl-”

“Do not speak about them like that!” Weiss yelled as she created a glyph and slammed Cardin to the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she glared at him, fingers out as she held the glyph. “She’s my teammate and I will NOT have you talk about them like they're an animal!”

Nora stood up with a grin as she cracked a couple knuckles. “You dont think she’d mind if we broke a few bones, right?”

Weiss shook her head and took a few steps back. “I think they’ll be okay with it. After all, it is in self defense.”

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“What the hell happened?” Ruby asked as she made her way into Ozpin’s office. She paused when she realized what she had said and cleared her throat. “I-I uh… I mean… what did you do?”

Ozpin smiled and motioned for Ruby to sit down next to Weiss and Nora. “It looks like Miss Schnee and Miss Valkyrie sent Mister Winchester to the infirmary out of self defense. Something about a few harsh words and threats that were directed to them.”

Weiss slowly nodded and twiddled her thumbs a bit. “And… he said a few things about you that I couldnt let slide.”

“So… we made sure he wouldnt act on anything,” Nora said, looking down at the ground as well.

Ruby sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. “You know I can handle this, right?”

Weiss nodded again. “Cant I defend my partner?”

“Please let me handle it next time.” Ruby looked over to Ozpin and smiled nervously. “They’re not going to get expelled for this, are they?”

“Normally there would be some sort of punishment for causing issues like this,” Ozpin said as he glanced at the notes. “Though, considering the situation, I can let it slide for both of them. If something like this happens again, I might not be able to let it slide for Miss Valkyrie, but I’m sure you can keep Miss Schnee out of trouble with the rest of your team.”

Ruby relaxed a bit. “I can. Thank you Professor.”

Ozpin nodded and motioned them off. “Of course, Mx. Rose.”

Ruby glared at Weiss, then pulled her into a hug with a soft smile on her face. “Please dont do anything that stupid again. I’d expect this from Yang or Blake.”

Weiss nodded and slowly walked with Ruby. “I wanted to make things right between us. But I promise, I’ll let you handle this from now on.”

#ruby rose #rwby rub y rose #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #cardin winchester #ozpin #rwby ozpin #drabbles #enby!ruby #nonbinary!ruby

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laffy-taffy-creations · 3 months ago

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Day twentyyyyyyy FOURRRRRRRRRRRR

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Can We Keep Him?

Goodbye Note | Neglect | "I thought they were with you"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 2,178

Warnings: Kidnapping (again) and panic attacks

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I waited outside the LOV base. I really didn’t want to go inside. It was bad enough my friend got me to open locks for them every now and then (with the boundary I would not help them break and enter). “Hey, you got your stuff?”

Izuku nodded, a bag slung over his shoulder. “Yeah, I… I think I’m ready. Just, you know…”

“Nervous?” I offered.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I know this is necessary. Just hoping that the note I left them will be enough,” he said sheepishly.

I offered my hand. “Well, come on. A life without villainy awaits you-”

“You’re sure that you rigged the alarm system to not go off once I’m on campus?”

I laughed. Slightly.

“Vee, I’m not kidding! I dont want to scare everyone there or suddenly get kicked out…” The concern in his voice was so present even a robot could detect it.

“Izu, I made sure. You’re not going to trigger the alarms. You’ll be safe.” It didnt seem to convince him very much. “Even if I somehow managed to mess it up which, like, have you met me? It’s practically impossible for me to mess up tech, but even if my some miracle that managed to happen, I’m still gonna be here. I wont let them throw you out onto the street, okay?”

That worked a lot more in calming his nerves, and he latched onto my arm. “Alright, let’s go…”

I led him through the streets of Japan, and several minutes of walking, a few train rides, and lots of conversation to help keep his mind of any sort of anxiety, we arrived at UA.

The first few steps onto campus were a little nervewracking, for him at least. Probably still worried about the alarm system, but after a few feet he seemed pretty confident that no, it would not trigger from his presence, and I was able to drag him over to the dorms.

“Oh hey OV, uhhhhm… who’s that?” Mina greeted me.

“This is my friend, Midorya! He’s gonna be staying with us for a few days until he can get his living situation sorted out.”

“Oh, okay! Hi, I’m Mina, nice to meet you!” she smiled and waved.

Izu nodded. “Yeah, uh… nice to meet you too.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna help him get settled in for a bit, you wouldn’t mind going around and telling the others he’ll probably be here for a few night wouldyou?”

She jumped up from where she’d been sitting, “Leave it to me!” She saluted before running off.

I helped Izuku set up a place on the couch for him to sleep for the night and showed him around a little bit, all the places he’d need to be aware of since he’d be here for a few days.

I left him for a bit to get some blankets from my room. I wanted to make sure that not only did he have a place to sleep, that he could sleep without his anxiety getting to him, being in an unfamiliar location and all and not really having control over his situation.

I trotted back down to the common room, only to find… Bakugou. Staring at Izuku. And Izu staring right back.

“Uhh… hello? Are you two having a staring contest or something?” I joked.

“Vee, you didnt… didnt tell me he’d be here…”

Oh. “I… assumed you already knew, since he’s… y’know… my classmate…” I explained. Shit.

“So he’s not just a figment of my imagination?” Bakugou turned to me.

I glared at him.“You’re free to leave.”

Whatever he was going to say died out in his mouth as I plopped myself down on the other couch and started arranging my own blankets. He left, and I breathed a small sigh of relief. “I’m sorry Zuku, I really thought you already knew, if he does anything to you come to me immediately, okay?”

He nodded but I still felt like a screw up. It’s just for a couple days…

I grabbed the TV remote. “Do you wanna watch something?”

----《 ¤ 》----

2 days in, no issues so far, I still almost had a solid hold on a place he could stay long-term. There was 2 options currently available, or rather, the most viable so now it was just a matter of discussing with Izuku on which he preferred before I attempted to get a solid confirmation from the people I’d been talking to.

I just had to talk to him, but I couldn’t find him… “Hey, Ko-ko, have you seen my friend?”

She looked up from her homework. “Hm? Oh, uh… not really? The last time I saw him was this morning I think…”

“Did he not get lunch?”

“I honestly have no clue, I was back at the dorms for lunch so I thought it was a little strange I hadn’t seen him.”

Alarm bells were ringing in my head. Something felt very wrong about this whole thing. “Do you know if anyone else has seen him since then?”

She shook her head. “Not that I know of.”

My mind started racing, going through every possibility of where he could be. “Okay, thank you.”

I darted over to where I had expected him to be, his little place on the couch. I saw his bag but, nothing else. A notebook out, which was expected, pencil…

He’s been fucking kidnapped. Whenever he puts down a notebook he always makes sure the pencil isnt on the page so it doesnt screw with what ever he’s written.

He’s been fucking kidnapped.

Shit.

Breaths coming and going quicker, my vision started getting weird, mind racing. The nausea where everything felt to light and too heavy all at once.

Panic.

The only things I remembered before waking up on the other couch, one very concerned Ochako watching over me. She didnt say anything, just handed me a glass of water.

I sat up and took it gratefully. “Th-than-ank you-u…” I stuttered out. I had only been knocked out for a few minutes, it was not enough to forget what I had just realized.

“Something happened to him, didnt it?”

I drank the water. A cool, calming sensation running down my throat. I swallowed it and took a shaky breath. “He got kidnapped.”

“How do you know?”

I pointed over towards the couch he’d bee monopolizing for the past 2 days. “The notebook. Whenever he stops writing and puts it down, he’s very particular about not leaving his pencil on the pages so it doesn’t mess up his writing. No matter what, he cannot leave the pencil ontop of the page when putting down a notebook.”

A nod of understanding. “Do you… have an idea who it could’ve been?”

I shook my head.

“...how about how to get him back? Cant you, like, track?”

“I could, I just… I only just figured out he got kidnapped, alright? Cut me a little slack.”

She giggled a bit, which helped break the tension. “Alright, well, dont be too hard on your self okay?”

I didnt say anything. Just a sigh and standing up from the couch to go to my room. There was too much to think about.

He’d been kidnapped, so where was he. Who had kidnapped him. If they had signal jammers, I probably wouldn’t be able to track him, did they have those. Was it villain. Was it heroes. Had someone ratted him out to them. Was it someone in our class. Was it a villain. Had the LOV decided he didnt get to leave. Was it maybe unrelated. Would there be a way to get him back. Could I find a way to see my friend again. Gods above how did they do it?

Too much. Too much.

I could only hope he was safe in any form of the word.

----《 ¤ 》----

“Okay, cross your fingers…”

Donovan’s avatar waited patiently on my monitor as I hit call. No answer. I expected that. So I called again. No answer. Once again, expected.

The fourth time someone picked up. “Hello?”

“<Hey! It’s Midoriya, what is it?>” they asked. It sounded like him. On the surface at least.

“It’s Vee, you had me worried there for a second! I haven’t been able to find you, wanted to check in.”

“<Yeah, sorry for missing those first few calls, didnt mean to alarm you!>”

Donovan gave me a thumbs up and pulled up a digital map showing the location.

“Oh, dont worry about, it’s all good! A quick word of advice though,” my voice dropped down to a low growl, “your impression of him is shit. Try better.”

The bafflement could be heard through the phone. “<Wha- how-... How could you tell?>”

“He uses all sorts of different inflections and intonations. Also he is way too anxious to have actually started off the call with a light ‘hey’.” I set up a portal directly to the location.

“...And so why did you play along with it?”

The villain’s voice echoed through the phone. “I just needed the time to track you.”

They whipped around and I smirked, ending the call. The terror on the features was pleasant.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me-” I waved my hand and they went flying into a wall “-I’m here for my friend, not you.”

Walking forward, bending the space around us so at least his phone wasnt damaged, I knelt down infront of the currently passed out Izuku and broke his restraints. I threw him over my shoulder and went back through my portal.

Setting him down on the couch, I breathed a small sigh of mixed relief and annoyance because the villain had been someone that I knew worked with the LOV, so it was clearly a ploy to get him back.

This meant the LOV was now after him.

This meant I would have to talk to the staff at UA and get the heroes involved.

Nowhere but UA would be safe, even if ironically that’s exactly where he’d been kidnapped from, but I figured that had something to do with my tampering of the alarm system. If he was in the system as a student, I could put the system back to normal which would prevent that happening.

There was a lot to work out, but I could at least breathe easier that there was a designated way forward now, whether either of us liked it or not.

----《 ¤ 》----

I knocked on the doors to the headmaster’s office and waited with bated breath.

“Come in!” I heard the cheery… whatever he was call.

I stepped in and shut the doors behind me. He motioned for me to take a seat so I did.

“OV, what exactly did you want to talk about?”

I took a deep breath. In, and out. “I have this, friend and I need him to be able to stay here, if not as a student at the very least shadowing me or my class.”

“Go on…”

“He’s a reforming villain, I only got him completely out of the clutches of the LOV in the past few days, but they seem to want him back. I had… tampered… with the security system so it wouldn’t alert that he was on campus because I had only planned for him to stay for 3, maybe 4 nights at most until we could figure something out for him so he wouldn’t be living on the streets. I had failed to take into account that, they might, uhm… that the villains would try to kidnap him and get him back…”

He kept nodding, urging me to continue. Not so much as a hint of shock at me messing with the security systems. I took another breath and continued.

“But it’s clear they want him back, so I would like to request that he be allowed to shadow the hero course students, both for purposes of education and protection please.” My heart was pounding so loud he could probably hear it from across the desk.

“Well, that dosn’t sound entirely unreasonable, however next time I would like you to talk to me or one of the teachers before you go around messing with the alarm system to shelter your friend for a few days.”

I bowed my head in shame. It had been my fault for failing to account anyone being allowed on campus.

“You said that used to be part of the LOV, correct?”

I looked back up. “Uh, ye-yes…”

“Then he can probably help us deal with them if he has insider information. I’ll allow him to shadow your class, and register him as a student, but before that you will have to set the security system back to normal and bring him in to see me so I can properly register him.”

I nodded. “Thank you headmaster.” I got up to leave.

“One last thing.”

“Oh, uhm… yes?” I sat back down.

“How did you infiltrate the security system?”

I laughed anxiously. “That’s a long story…”

“I think we have the time.”

Gods have mercy on my soul.

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voidselfshipp · 8 months ago

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Happily Ever Afters In The Apocalypse

Cw: none that im aware of.

->Only mutuals allowed to reblog.

Summary: walking through the barren,demolished Lands of the apocalypse, Martin asks for something to lighten up the mood,jerico has just the thing.

[Happends after the tape recording of episode 167]

The three of them Walked along that barren,sullied earth where the clouds looked like eyes and the air was thick with iron.

In all this disaster,They still found comfort amongst eachother. Jerico seemed the one to have the most optimism of the three,either by her natural sunny disposition or otherwise.

--So...jer-- says Martin,looking at the earth he steps on-- since Jon made this whole monologue about gertrude...can you tell us a story?

Jerico lets out a soft "hmph" filled with pride. she was,after all, a being of stories-- absolutely-- she answers,hands in her pockets of her beaten up jeans,heavy boots sinking slightly on the soft earth,though no tracks are left in her wake.-- what kind?

Thats when he looks away, a little flustered. Suddenly very aware of how childish hes request sounded.

--Ah youre going to think its silly-- he says,the corner of his eye catching how her teal scarf,draped Across her shoulders and held to her person with an old clasp made of gold, flailed with the wind

Then a brief silence, a clear signal that Martin had forgotten once again that Jer wouldnt judge him. Still,she talks

--Nonsense-- She reassured with a smile.-- what kind?

--The kind that has....a happy ending?--He was prepared to hear Jon scoff, but he doesnt,clearly in need of some good vibes.

She smiles,still warm as the sun they have seldomed in apocalypse-- of those I know a plenty. Anything specific?

And its Jon who catches them off guard with a most out of character response-- romantic--Both turn to look at him in surprise-- what?! You two cant judge me for it

Jer only shook her head between chuckles-- surprised me,thats all

--Youre not the most romantic person-- Martin agreed-- we love you for it though

--Yeah yeah,thank you-- the archivist dismissed with his face a Darker color than before-- let the Lady talk

--Well, here goes--Jerico says,excitement bubbling up in her chest,rubbing her hands together.

Her childlike joy is a nice change of pace for both of them,which helps them relax and ease into the story as the air still smells of iron and desolation.

--Once upon a time there were two sailors-- she starts, her palm raising to her chest to show the image of two sailors made of water without any visible characteristic other than one of them had short hair and the other long hair-- they worked at the same ship, the name long lost to the ages.

They worked hard to Keep the ship afloat,both were dedicated and passionate but different in their own ways.

One had long hair and beautiful green eyes, sharpest mind and witt. The other had short hair and deep brown eyes, of the Kindest heart of the most purest gold, that guided hin like a compass.

Despite the fact that their ways of keeping the clear difference in their methods. But both were bound by a deep love,one they hadnt realized was there for the time being.

The night that would change their lives was much like any other,cloudy skies, gloomy... it was boring,not much to see or do other than check that the ship,now Docked,didnt float away.

But again, it was a boring unremarkable night,so they both went to sleep.

Yet when they awoke, they found themselves in the middle of the Ocean .

Jericos palm shows a small old timey boat lost in the middle of an Ocean that encompases her whole hand

-- the two sailors bickered over whose fault was it. "Didnt you moore the ship properly?" The one with the long hair asked, bitter indignation in his lips-- they notice jer changes her voice for the dialogues,which is just the level of dramaticisim they expected from her-- "of course I did, didnt you drop the anchor?!" The one with the black hair protested.

Amongst their bicering over the sea breeze, they hear a soft gentle melody being hummed, they follow it with their eyes to a faraway island that looked more like a dot on the horizon than anything else

But,it was a destination.

So our intrepid sailors put the mast on full sail, the wind pushing them to the ever faraway island. With hope in their hearts of returning home.

Jer makes water hang above the small ship on her palm, it takes the form of a small moon and stars. Martín smiles with that same childish delight and Jon seems to relax in his posture,walking a little slower to Keep up with the story

--during the night,when they couldnt sleep for fear of floating away, they would hear that same melody that originally guided their eyes to see the island that they were heading towards.

Now closer to It, the melody was louder,not enough to discern words but louder.

They'd spend the whole night discussing what the source was, "an opera singer?" Wondered the sailor with the long hair and the Smart green eyes

"Or a choir?" The sailor with the warm brown eyes said.

By the time they reached the conclusion of it being a siren or anything of the supernatual,they'd both chuckle and find something to busy themselves with,all the while accompanied by that sweet melody

Then,the small moon and stars turn into a small heavy rainstorm. The small boat rocks widly in the sea and even if both men were promised a happy ending,they both stared intently at the fake ship.

Jerico laughs and continued her story-- one night, a storm loomed over the ship. A strong,raging one with the fury of the water goddess herself, but being so low staffed,the ship crashes into the rocky archipelagos that lined that mysterious island they headed towards.

Both sailors managed to hold eachother as they fell into the black,unforgiving sea..-- her hand covers her little water mademiniature, crushing the boat.

--Now Hold on a minute!--Martin protested with his pointer finger up-- I was promised a happy ending!

--Yes! Thats nothing close to it!--Jon said-- we dont know what the island is or who was singing!

Jerico is in a fit of hysterical laughter at their demeanor,its as if the world hadnt ended at all-- Well if you dont shut up and let me finish....!-- she exclaimed,trailing off to drive the point home.

--Fine fine,get on with it-- Martin complains-- dont take too long

--Good stories take their time....-- she answers.

--Time isnt really a thing anymore so...--Jon adds, obviously insisting to speed things up.

--fine fine-- she rolls her eyes-- the long haired sailor woke up within a cavern,decorated with gold and jewelry,glinting Stones that refracted the lights from the small torches.

He finds himself alone,but that melody hangs in the air, the words are a little fuzzy but theres two voices singing them,one female and one male

Our sailor ran to the source of the singing,he knew that male voice very well for he had spoken with its owner for Many days and nights...

There at the entrance of the cavern sat his jolly companion, singing with a most beautiful woman,half of her body hid underneath the ebbing shore.

For a moment the world doesnt exist to our long haired sailor, his eyes fixated on his sweet companion. He hugs his comrade and holds him to his chest,and he gets his gesture returned.

His friend of the black hair and soft eyes tells him that this mysterious woman is the source of that singing theyve heard,and that she rescued them.

"So you see,the gods are laughing at us" said the black haired man" our savior is..."

--a siren!-- Jon exclaimed,obviously invested.

Jer smirked-- yes, a siren -- she fixes her teal scarf and pushes away some of the hairs falling on her face-- to thank the kind siren, they would return each year with gifts, and they'd spend days together,catching up.

And the siren,of beautiful porcelain skin and agile green eyes, noticed the fondness of the sailors for eachother. She yearned for both of the sailors love and touch

So on one of their visits,she confessed that she had Fallen for them harder than any anchor could ever fall for the Ocean. She wept her mother of pearl tears and Begged for them to understand

The sailors had,funnily enough,fallen for the siren. And this point of connection led both sea men to finally admit their feelings for eachother,but deep down they both felt like they already knew.

And so, when the sailors retired,they went to live with their siren lover,and lived happily ever after

--Thats actually really cute-- Said Martin,taking Jers hand.

--yes,its a nice change of air-- Agreed Jon,taking Jericos arm-- thank you

Jerico smirked with that playfullness she always had when she pulled a sneaky trick. In her head she counts the moment until they realize what she had done.

--WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE-- Martin yells-- THAT STORY WAS ABOUT US,WASNT IT?

--ding ding ding! Weee got a winner!--she exclaimed,feeling very proud of herself.

--How didnt I realize That?!--Jon whined.

--Surprises me that you didnt put that together sooner,Jon-- She admitted with a smirk.

--I...do gotta admit it was nice not knowing the end of something...

Jer smiles--good, im happy it helped

Martin walks closer to her,hugging her waist with one arm--so If this story is about us...do you think we'll get a happy ending?

The eldritch being nodded,pulling Jon for a hug too-- Absolutely, ill make sure we do. After all,stories with a happy ending are my favorite-- she gives them both a loving look with her beautiful green eyes-- and I Belive there is no other way to close this odessy of ours but "and they lived happily ever after".

Jon allowed himself a moment of hope and clung on to his lovers words,so did Martin.

There was no other way to end their story than "And they lived happily ever after".

#tma s/I #martin tag pending #jon tag pending

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minnesota-fats · 2 years ago

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If danny didnt know he was a twin and Dami thought his twin was killed for being the weaker of the two

I wrote just bits of a fic I can’t write right now! I was inspired by someone else’s post but I can’t find it anymore 😫

— meeting—

Idk why by maybe Robin is sent on a solo mission (unlikely if he is 14 so something) or maybe he just hears about glowing green people and decides that it’s the Lazarus Pit and he feels responsible as an Al Ghul to do something about it. Or maybe a field trip for school? (That one can have even more chaos because Damien is in civilian wear)

Anyway-

Danny and Damien glared at each other, inspecting the other for any differences but from the outside it looked like a mirror image— save for the difference in clothes and a few scratches here and there. Damien spoke up first “I'm starting to think mother lied to me when she said that my twin was killed off….”

“Wait, why would anyone kill your twin?” Sam asked with a suspicious glare.

Damien stared at the goth girl for a moment before saying, “no reason.” Causing Tucker to laugh.

“Oh yeah! Definitely Danny’s long lost twin!” Tucker says as she walks over to Danny and wraps an arm around his shoulder, “he can't lie for shit! Just like you!”

Danny looked like he was about to argue but stopped, “that's fair.” He says with a shrug.

“I'm not bad at lying,” Damien says, “you all are just looking too hard into things that do not concern you.” He crosses his arms and looks away from the group of teens.

“Yep, he’s lying.” Danny says, Damien glares at him causing the other to smirk.

—heart to heart—

A big reveal or something (Danny probably doesn’t know Damien is robin but he knows about the league now and Dami knows about the ghost thing after some more chaos. Danny try’s to cheer up Dami (who got his hopes up that he has his brother back but then finding out about all the crap Danny had to go through in amity park(read:half dying))

Danny sits down next to Damien on the roof of FentonWorks, looking out over the town Danny has grown up in ever since he could remember. Danny sits in silence trying to think of what to say before he just sighs and looks up at the sky. “Look,” he says, causing Damien to look at him, “I'm not gonna sugar coat it, we’ve been dealt shitty hands in life….” Damien lets out an in dignified humpf causing Danny to chuckle a bit before continuing, “you with the whole, “trained to kill” thing, and me with the whole— you know, being dead thing….” Danny looks down at his hands, “what was she like? Our mother?”

Damien looked at him with a raised brow, “Tt, you ask as if she is dead.” Damien states.

“And you talk like she was ever going to let me meet her.” Danny says, looking at damien.

Damien stared at danny for a moment before sighing and looking away, “she is cutthroat and ruthless, she is strong of body and mind,” damien glared off into the distance, “she cares more for the league of assassins more that she cares for us it seems….” He says.

Even though he kept his voice level and calm, Danny somehow could tell that that really hurt Damien, “yeah…. That checks out….” He says before leaning back and actually looking at the night sky. They stayed like that for a few seconds before Danny got an idea, he bumped his shoulder into Damien’s, “do you know anything about stars?” He asked with a little smile.

“Of course I do, I know how to track and find my way using stars. I don't see why you felt the need to ask.” Damien states.

“Yeah, but do you ever, like, stargaze?” Danny asked.

“Stargaze?” Damien asks.

“Yeah, just look at them!” Danny says as he turns his gaze up to the sky once more. Damien follows his gaze and see’s the bright lights that speckle the black sky. “…It's my obsession, you know?” Danny adds, “well one of them… ghosts have these things called obsessions, think of it as something that keeps a ghost going…. Kinda like hyperfiations but to the extreme. You can see the stars out here ok, but once there was a power outage, I came up here and sat in complete darkness and I could see so many!” He says

Damien watched as Danny explained his love for the night sky and he couldn't help but look in awe. His brother looked so peaceful and at ease as he spoke, the stars reflecting in his own eyes. Brother. That felt right…. Damien never thought he would call anyone that. other than that unnamed child that died before he could even meet them, now that unnamed child had a name and it was Danny. His lost brother that he had found only by accident, that if anything was different then he might have never even known he existed. Damien had decided that he was going to do everything in his power to keep that look in his brother's eyes, even if it killed him to do so, even if he had to fight grandfather to keep him safe. He would do it.

— and that’s all I got Folks!—

Maybe they stay in contact, maybe they try and forget about each other (probably not)

Maybe Bruce finds out on accident maybe Dami tells him (probably not) Bruce wants to meet his second son he never knew about. Danny is pouty because he didn’t want to meet Bruce because he didn’t want to complicate things (at least Bruce doesn’t know about Phantom, but we all know it’s a matter of time)

Who knows, if you want to use this scenario go for it! Just tag me or link the fic if you do cuz that would be dope!!!!

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theres nothing more i love than a mf who responds fast to my request, and u are that person.

hello, i would love to request another billy hargrove x reader, (i would also love if the reader was the lead singer of flyleaf and played electric guitar), so basically they both meet on his first day of school, shes the only one who didnt really care abt him so that caught his eye (yk how the other ff abt him x this kinda reader go) BUT she’s uninterested, and shes the type who wears baggy clothes, is kinda spiritual, kept to herself most (but not shy) so obviously hes not very public abt his interest with her or their relationship , and the bullies (like tommy/carol) would bully her but from only afar. she has “FLYLEAF” tattooed behind her ear and billy notices that, so he goes to every place that bands play at just to find out who they are, he finally found them, finds out reader is the lead singer and he just instantly figures out he loves her (u can decide how it goes from there) I HOPE THIS MADE SENSE LOL IF IT DIDNT U CAN JUST WRITE WTV U WANT JUST PLS LET THE READER BE A SINGER. thank you so much

My Rockstar

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: MF who responds fast, you say? Is that a challenge? Damn you, weaponizing my people pleaser-ness against me lmao. All jokes aside, this was fun to write, I love getting interesting requests.

It had barely been a few weeks since Billy had been at this boring school in this boring town and he was already getting sick of it. He had instantly become king of the school, and could have anything he wanted.

Well, almost anything.

(Y/N) was a classmate of his and the one interesting thing about this town. She also happened to be so uninterested in him that it would have been hilarious to anyone else if they knew how much space she occupied in his brain. He wouldn’t say he liked her or anything, but she certainly kept him on his toes.

They met on the first day of school. While the other girls flirted with him, or at least showed interest, she barely even looked at him. And when she did, the look of dismissal she threw at him caught him off guard. He wasn’t used to that.

He was determined to change her mind.

“Hey!” He strode up to her near the end of the day, after spotting her at her locker. “I saw you in the cafeteria this morning. I’m Billy, just moved here. From Cali.” He said, giving her his signature smirk. That was usually what it took to get a girl to fall over for him. He didn’t really know why he wanted this girl to like him, maybe because he wasn’t used to being looked at with such contempt.

“Good for you.” Was all she said, barely paying attention to him as she closed her locker and started walking away.

He nearly gawked, used to his lines working. He jogged to keep up with her, looking over her face before glancing at the ink behind her ear.

“Nice tattoo.” It was just a word, but the font was nice and it was cool to see a girl with a tattoo. Especially here “What’s it mean?”

“It’s my band.” He tone was cold, not looking at him. “I play the electric guitar. And I sing”

That surprised him, but only a little. With her baggy clothes, and frigid aura, she seemed like exactly the kind of girl to be on stage loudly making music. “Cool.” He said with a smirk. “It a little garage band, or do you guys actually play for people?”

“We play for people, we go to bars around town over the weekends and play there.”

“Maybe I could listen to you guys some time.” He offered, trying to keep a conversation going. Trying to figure out if she was actually uninterested or just putting up a front.

But she just scoffed. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He mimicked her with a grin. “I’m serious. Really, I wanna hear you guys. I mean… you’re like the only girl who hasn’t fallen over me all day.”

That got him her full attention, but not in the way he wanted. Her expression was one of contempt as she turned to face him.

“You know, if you’re trying to flirt, maybe don’t be such a cunt about it?” Her voice was harsh. “You know those girls aren’t actually interested in you? They’re just bored and you’re new, they’ll lose interest after a while. And good for them.” He was almost shocked at her sudden annoyance as she took a deep breath. “And maybe don’t insult the girls I’ve grown up with as a way to flirt with me? Just a thought.”

She stormed off, leaving him amazing and a little insulted.

***

He asked Carol and Tommy about her the next morning, wanting to know what he was up against. No suprise, but they didn’t like her.

“That freak?” Carol asked, wrinkling her nose. “What the hell do you wanna know about her?”

Tommy was a little bit more helpful. “She’s in some rock band with some other girls here. Probably a satanist, I think. Or like, a hippie. Doesn’t really talk to people.”

That told him exactly what he needed to know. Any known interest in her would hurt his popularity. But… he couldn’t help thinking about her. He tried to ask Tommy where he band played, but he didn’t know.

That started the strangest thing he ever did, going to a different bar in Hawkins every weekend to see if he could find her. After a couple of weeks, his efforts were rewarded as he watched her and her friends perform.

As he watched her nimble fingers on the strings and her voice like a siren’s, he couldn’t stop from admitting the truth to himself. His interest wasn’t impersonal like he tried to tell himself, he was fascinated by this girl and everything she did. Wanted to really speak with her, to do things, go places with her. She would probably turn down an offer of a date, but he was at least going to try.

(Y/N) only spotted him after they were done, cornering him in the parking lot after she had packed up. “What the hell are you doing here?” She asked suspiciously, ready for another confrontation.

“I said I wanted hear you, didn’t I? Had to go to practically ever bar in this damn town over the last few weeks to find you.”

It was her turn to be shocked. “You’re stalking me now?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Well, it’s not like you have me a location. You’re really good by the way, and, you know, nice voice.”

The compliment softened her a little. “Thanks.” She said, still suspicious, but less hostile. “I didn’t think you were serious when you said you wanted to see us perform.”

“Oh, deadly serious.” He smiled at her, hoping that her confession meant that she didn’t still dislike him. “Listen, I know we didn’t start off on the best hand, what with me being… what did you say? A cunt?”

She chuckled, clearly unapologetic. “Yeah, you deserved it.”

“I did.”

His words made her cross her arms, cocking her head to the side. “Why the change in behaviour, Hargrove? The other girls get bored of you like I said?”

“Nope, still interested.” He stepped closer, encouraged when she didn’t move away. “But I figured if I stopped acting like I did before, I’d have a better chance of convincing you to go on a date with me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Like I said, deadly. So? You interested?”

“Why?” She demanded.

He shrugged. “You call me out on shit? I have to try harder with you? I don’t know, maybe I just like you.”

“You like me?” There was a pause. “What would the date entail?” She finally asked.

“Whatever you want.”

She thought about it for a second. “Fine.” She said. “But you can’t pretend we aren’t together to your friends. I won’t be a dirty secret.”

“Pinky promise.” He assured her, too far in to care what Carol and Tommy think. “They’ll be so jealous when they find out I’m dating a rockstar.”

“Sure.” She laughed.

“Really, you’re my rockstar now.” He threw an arm over her shoulder, walking her to her car.

“I’m starting to regret this.”

“Enough to cancel our date?”

“… no.”

He grinned, looking at the girl he had been pining for for ages. “Great.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #my fics #stranger things billy

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bumbleklee · 3 years ago

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how genshin characters would react to you have suicidal thoughts or self-harm thoughts

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★ request for @ranbalsa <3 sorry this is so delayed, pls forgive me

★ content warning: this could be extremely triggering for some! there will be mentions of suicidal and self-harm thoughts as well as mentions of self-harm scars (national suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255)

★ characters included: beidou, fischl, lisa, jean, ningguang, kaeya, venti, albedo, zhongli, childe and diluc - these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

beidou

if i had to choose one word to describe beidou, it would be caring

between the way people talk so highly about her in their voice lines to the little kids that like to play pirates and are always talking about how she gives them candy, it’s clear beidou is a very kindhearted person

so if you were having bad thoughts about hurting yourself, beidou would stop what she was doing and get you on her ship in no time

she figured that being out in the middle of the sea gave you no chance to actually hurt yourself + the waves and serenity were sure to calm you

she would spend the entire trip by your side, whispering how important you were to her and everyone back home and how foolish it would be if you took your own life

she would also get down to the root of the issue and try to give you as much advice as possible

beidou would finally sail back home once she decided you were stable again

fischl

i think fischl probably deals with some of these issues herself since her whole personality is based off a story book

but speaking of that, if you go to fischl in a state of panic i think she would sit you down on her bedroom floor and read you a book

her calming voice mixed with the distraction of a fairytale would help your breathing even out and you would ultimately forget about those thoughts you were having

if the story didnt help, then she would just talk to you about anything and everything

she might even invite bennett and razor over and four of you could make a little powow in her living room to make you feel better about yourself

lisa

even hearing you mention hurting yourself would send lisa into a “motherly mode”

she may not seem like it, but she cared deeply for everyone in mondstadt and never wanted anyone to hurt like that - especially you

like fischl, lisa would probably try distracting you with a book

she would take you into the library and pick out some novels or stories that would take your mind off your previous thoughts

she would sit with you and when you were ready, talk to you about why you were feeling the way you were and what she could do to help

she’s a smart women and if there’s one thing she understands more than anything, its you

jean

she panics

not on purpose, of course. but if jean walks in you harming yourself or hears you say something worrying, she would panic

she was never good in situations like this, afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset you more

but at the end of the day, jean was jean and she always smacked some sense into herself to properly help you through this bump in the road

jean would get down to the root of your issue and work her way out from there

to help you feel better, jean would order a pizza and let you indulge in it with her and after that, she would listen to you vent about what was making you upset

jean is also good at passing off tasks she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle which means if jean thought she seriously couldn’t help you, she would get someone who could

your wellbeing is more important than her pride

ningguang

she wouldn’t understand at first

it would be a lie to say ningguang didn’t live in a fantasy bubble sometimes

she cared about you, yes, but never experienced your pain before and had trouble grasping it right away

but once she did, she was very attentive

if you wanted medical help, ningguang would hire the best doctors in teyvat to help you through this

if you didn’t, then ningguang would do her very best to console you

she would try to distract you with lavish gifts and expensive dinners and while it was nice being spoiled by her, it didn’t make your problems go away

the last thing ningguang wanted was for you to hurt yourself so like jean, if she needed to bring in a professional to help, she would

kaeya

he would find out about your bad habit by walking in on you self harming

he was freaking out on the inside but stayed calm on the outside, coaxing you away from the blade and helping you clean up your wounds

you would be a nervous wreck for a while and kaeya would hold you in his arms

like jean, he would try and get to the root of the issue and find out why you were feelings these things

he loved you more than anything and he wouldn’t know what he would do if you succeeded in taking your own life one day

on that day onwards, kaeya was determined to make you happy again

he puts your needs before his and does everything in his power to make sure you’re always okay

and if you relapse, kaeya never gets mad. he understands this is a hard cycle to break but he’s determined to help you through it

venti

he might be more upset than you

venti treated you like the archon in the relationship and when you revealed to him you were having suicidal thoughts, his world came crashing down

he blamed himself for a while and drank a lot more at diluc’s tavern but after a stern warning from diluc, venti realized this was doing nothing for either of you

he spent his days with you, walking you around mondstadt and showing you beautiful flowers and cool bugs

his goal was to show you the beauty of the world and convince you that taking your own life would prevent you from experiencing more

if you self harmed, venti would kiss your scars and make you bracelets made out of cecilia flowers to cover the marks

albedo

he would accidentally be insensitive, at least at first. your relationship was new to him and he was still trying to figure out all of his emotions so when you made a comment about suicide, he took it densely

he didn’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves and told you that exactly

it was only after sucrose snapped at him and explained how you were feeling that albedo screwed his head on right

after apologizing, he would try his best to help you

he would create new potions that might help with your depression or other mental disorders and document your moods and feelings to help him understand what you were going through

it was difficult and sucrose added in a lot of support as well

zhongli

he noticed your self harm scars the minute you two got close but being the respectful man he is, he never pointed them out

he let you come to him and explain them yourself

if you pick up self harming later in your relationship, zhongli is quick to notice and take action

as aggravating as it was, zhongli hid all sharp objects in your apartment and took charge if you needed any of them for something

he made you promise to go to him if you were having thoughts of hurting yourself again

zhongli would make you tea infused with herbs to help worries and bring you relaxation and (in small amounts) happiness

he would take walks with you around liyue if you were having urges and let you cry into his chest in frustration

this was childe’s idea but if you needed to do something badly, zhongli would take you into an abandoned part of liyue and create fragile, thin rocks for you to smash onto the ground and satisfy that need

childe

having five siblings, he knew how to handle suicidal thoughts

his older sister went through a similar phase like you were now and childe would help you based on how he helped her

childe liked to wrap you in blankets so tightly you couldn’t move, the pressure calming you down and usually causing you to fall asleep

he gives you so, so, so many compliments during this time. he’s so proud of you and so in love with your strength

he wants you to stay with him forever so he’s determined to get these thoughts out of your head

if you attempt, childe will not leave your side

he’ll stay with you throughout your infirmary visit and even when you’re discharged back home

he’s scared of loosing you

like ningguang, he’ll shower you in gifts to make you feel special

diluc

like jean, he panics

he thinks it’s his fault somehow and you have to heartbreakingly explain that its not, that your brain is just wired differently

diluc tries to keep you by his side at all times for a while

he takes you to work with him so you can sit at the bar or he’ll have you walk around with him through the grape vines in the evening

you wake up more often than not to his strong arms around you and as annoying at it is, it’s comforting to know someone loves you this much

he’s afraid of loosing you like he lost his father

diluc was good at shutting down rumors as well. if you had scars, people would talk and diluc would give them one nasty glare and they would shut up

at the end of the day, he just wanted you to be okay

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bloodycassian · 3 years ago

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Tender - Azriel x reader - Pregnancy fic. Fem! reader. LONG!!!

Prompt - Hi! I just read most of your imagines, and i loved them! You have me as your faithful follower, I don't comment much because English is not my first language. Could you write one where az manages to perceive that reader is pregnant right in the middle of the war?

You woke to yelling. Not screaming. Not fear or pain, but battle cries that you'd grown to love. They made your blood sing in harmony with the Illyrian voices. It made your heart hammer in your chest, and your muscles tense - ready to fight. Azriel groaned beside you, curling around your waist like a vise. You managed to break free from his muscled arms. Pale light shining through the tent tinted his shadows a light gray. They wrapped around you, drawing a chill down your spine. The war cries grew louder. "Get up. It's time." You shook him, pulling on your light armor. He covered his face with his hands, and did not leave the cot. He groaned again when you pulled the blanket off his mostly naked body. He was never a morning person. Cassian rushed in when you were putting the last of your gear on, and Az froze. His grip on his pants went white knuckled. Cassian's face was pale, and before he could say anything Azriel was hurriedly pulling on the rest of his clothes. Your stomach dropped at the sight of the Warlord. "It's a diversion." You said, voice hollow. Cassian's slight nod was enough to make the breath leave you. "It's going to be fine." Azriel grunted, pulling his tunic over his head. "We just need to move the troops. Get Rhys here." He waved a hand at his brother dismissively. Cassian grabbed Az's wrist. He forced the male to look at him, to see his worried eyes. You tensed, ready to defend your mate even against Cassian's might. "Rhys is on the battlefield already. We're on our own." His voice was low, and the warning in his eyes was enough to make the hair on your arms raise. Azriel pulled away from him, slowly. He began strapping his weapons belts on, pushed his hair back and sighed. "Where do you need us?" The air was cold, and the howls of battle echoed across the hills. Azriel's shadows curled around your legs, comforting. Then they slithered their way across the valley where the battle was beginning. + You could barely raise your sword by the end of it. The mud had been the most challenging part of the entire fight. The enemy horses had done a good job of making obstacles when they fell in the mud, lame with broken ankles and necks. You wished to put them out of their misery, but there was no time. The forces seemed to come in waves. Like a test against your small unit. Few were lost from your side. The dewey grass steamed in the morning light, carrying up the reek of enemy blood with it. You wiped your face, trying to get the taste of dirt and blood out of your mouth. Sharp stinging pain seared your ribs under your arm. You hissed. Then, you felt the warmth of your own blood. You swore, and looked for a medic that wasn't tending to wounded on the ground. Some Illyrian bodies were being lifted away, high into the air for burial at their homes. You dared not take a healer away from more critically injured soldiers. You nodded grimly to the ones that you passed. They were covered in blood, and yet still gave you fierce grins when you went by. They respected you. More than any other Illyrian Female before you. It was sad, but you hoped to forge a new path for other females of Illyria. You held an arm under your side and limped your way out of the mud. The packed mess inside your boots made moving your feet hard. You couldn't wait to shower. You spotted Cassian far down the field, and watched as he raised his sword high over his head. Your stomach twisted in pity for the suffering animal under him. You looked away before you could see the lifeblood drain from the horse's neck. He sent a blessing to the Mother for the animal, and continued on to the next suffering soul that would meet its end via his blade. + You hadn't seen her in a long while. Too long for a friend, but she gave you that same look she always did when she saw you hobbling up to her for help. Jeva was your favorite healer, and one you knew could keep a secret. She was round, and her voice was light and comforting. She smelled of nutmeg and berries. Something you had appreciated about her since you had met. "What is it this time?" She waved you inside, holding the tent flap open for you while you dumped your battle stained gear on the wood hutch beside the entrance. The tent was light and airy, filled with small plants of different varieties and cluttered with boxes and books everywhere. Her desk and bed were shoved to the corner, and a long wood table took up the majority of her area. As if she had known you were coming, she already had potions of different types laid out on the end of the table. "Probably nothing." You said, pulling off your armor as gingerly as you could manage. The soft light flickered and changed to a harsh beam when she laid you down on her exam table. "I'm not supposed to be healing anymore you know. I'm retired." She clicked her tongue at you, earning a pained grin. It was hard for you to bother a healer for any amount of time for something that you were sure was so small. But something about it stung too much for it to be just a scrape. And you knew Cassian would lecture you about it being infected if he saw through your mask to the pain. Az would force you to see one anyway as soon as he learned of it. "You know I wouldnt be here unless I had to be, Jeva." You said through your teeth as she cut away your muddied undershirt. "Oh, I know. That's why I have my best potions ready." She laughed, then paused. Your shirt lay limp on the table. Her eyebrows knitted together at the sight of your open wound. "Is it bad?" You asked, craning to try to look for yourself. She held you down. "Metal. Fragments are still in here, likely why it hasn't healed yet." You relaxed at that, grateful that it wasn't worse. "Thank the Mother. Az would have yelled all night." You rolled your eyes, and sighed as she started working on you. The first part was always the worst. The stinging hot potion that made the nerves around the wound numb. "One-" She began her countdown, then poured. You growled at her, gripping the end of the stained table hard enough to crack. "Easy..." She warned, and smoothed down your hair. She knew how to take care of her patients, that was certain. You relaxed as the stinging eased. The dull ache that it left behind turned into a bad memory. "I'm going to extract the blade then we can close you up. Simple and easy." She picked up her tools and began tugging away at your side. You could have fallen asleep with the relief the numbing potion brought. And with her humming in the air around you, it was a struggle not to. The time seemed to pass quickly, but when the clank of the metal tools jolted you from your dozing, the tent was lit in orange from the sunset outside. "Relax, we're going to close it up now. Once the potion wears off you will still be sensitive." She placed her hands over you, and the familiar warm vibrations of her healing magic set in. Then it stopped abruptly. You cracked open an eye, then narrowed your brows at her. "What is it?" You said gently, then again when she didnt reply. She stared at you, mouth agape. Her eyes locked to yours, even when you sat up to demand she tell you what the problem was. "Am I dying?!" you took her hand gently, in case she was going to push you away. Then she started laughing, her hand gripping yours back. The warmth glowed in your palm, the light radiating out from it was starkly contrasting the tent walls bedecked in orange. The light she emitted shot through you, and you felt the wound tingle, and seal. You stared at her in shock. That amount of healing power was incredible. Especially for field medics. "Youre not dying, no..." She waved a hand, fanning herself. Her eyes were glassy with tears. She sniffed and clutched your hand tighter. "Quite the opposite, darling." She pulled you in for a warm hug. + You spent the rest of the evening with Jeva. Until she got a hurried message about student healers needing help on the battlefield. You stayed in her tent as long as you could manage with the ringing in your ears. You stared and stared at the mirror across from you, showing you the bloodied warrior that you wanted to be. That you wanted to stay. The warrior that carried the Shadowsinger's child. The thought made tears sting your eyes. You refused to let them fall. You had been ignoring his tugs down the bond for well over an hour. You knew he was concerned, but you couldn't bring yourself to shout back down. The only thing that echoed in your mind were Jeva's words "You're pregnant..." Pregnant. Pregnant. Pregnant. You nearly punched her when she told you she wasn't joking. The only reason you even believed her was because of that powerful zap of healing she sent to you. That she sent to scan your body and make sure the fetus was okay before you even knew about it. You could barely hear half the words she said as she told you your options. You roiled with the thought now. The Mugwart she left on the table was daunting. You desperately wanted her back. Jeva would be able to deliberate with you. You knew she would tell you to do whatever makes you happy. You knew that. But you wondered how ethical the choice that made you happy was. Bringing a child into a world of war seemed cruel. Even if it made you happy. You distantly noticed Azriel as you passed him, walking to the forest edge just passed your tent. Worry laced the bond between you. You tried not to show anything back. But you knew he felt the tension, the void there. "Where the hell have you been?!" Azriel's eyes were furious when you passed him, his wings flared out slightly. You couldnt even look at him with anger back. Your emotions ran wild. You were frozen, and as numb as the potion Jeva had given you when she began removing the blade. "Do you know how worried I have been?! I sent Cassian to-" He tried to grab for your hand to stop you, but you flicked him away. He stopped for a moment, stunned. Then returned with more energy than before. That yawning abyss in your bond was growing darker with shame, worry and anxiety. His shadows roiled around him as he caught up. "You dont get to-" "Azriel..." You stopped in the edge of the clearing. The small meadow was silent in the darkness, not even the monsters of Prythian dared roar tonight. Your mind did all the roaring you could handle, anyway. You tried to focus on the swaying grass, on the soft smell of wet bark and pine hanging in the air. "Dont try to excuse this I need to know you're okay and-" He stormed in front of you, ready to burst with rage. His fear always made him angry. And for good reason after losing so many close to him. A tear ran down your cheek, your face burned hot with hundreds of feelings at once. Fear, pain, shock, joy, hope.... elation. You wanted his children. You wanted to help raise his child. You wanted to see Azriel be a father. You knew he would be the best damn Illyrian father there had ever been. The thought hit you like a well placed punch. He saw your paleness, your tears and stopped his yelling. You fell to your knees, the mud splattering all around you. You wanted to lay down. Lay down and think about the implications of carrying his child. Would it be good for the baby to be born at all? Just because you wanted it didnt mean it needed to happen. You knew that Jeva would give you a potion to extract it without hesitation if it was what you wished. "I'm-" You choked out, fighting the panic that flooded you. Your mind roiled with the conflict of your mind and heart. It turned you into a muddied, dark ocean on the bond. A turmoil that he couldn't see past. If you were an ocean, he was your lighthouse on the cliffside. Signaling you home. His eyes darted to your body, to your hands and how they wrung together in front of you. "I'm sorry. I just-" He sighed and took one of your hands. "I'm sorry." He kissed the back of it and brought his forehead to yours. He normally needed a lot longer to cool down after a fight, but seeing you in tears shocked him out of his pride. "I shouldn't have said that... I know you can take care of yourself." his voice was low, and he ran a hand comfortingly down your back. A hysteric laugh bubbled from your throat. It sounded like a sob. You didn't know exactly which it was. He sat back and pulled you into his lap, despite the grass being dewey and damp. He rocked you there for a few seconds before you had to tell him. Before he could be too close if he didnt want you anymore. The doubt crept into your head, and the nerves ate at you. Your heart raced, you could feel it in your neck. "Azriel..stop." You pushed away from him, to catch his beautiful dark eyes. They were painted in a silver hue by the moon above. You took in his face, the curve of his cheeks and lips for possibly the last time. You had to consider the worst possible outcome. You braced yourself for the rejection, for the pain of his reaction. You knew it had to come out. You knew you had to say it now or you never would. Your stomach flipped over and over. You opened your mouth, a soft sob wracking out of you before you began. He froze. Went utterly still, his shadows even stopping for a second before whirling faster than before. Your eyes went wide. His nose flared, eyes narrowed. He held you closer, sniffing at your neck. He pulled back and his eyes were even wider than before. His mouth fell open when you nodded. "I'm-" "Youre-" his face went through a whirlwind of different emotion. Then, he broke out into a small laugh. He couldn't stop. You felt the tears running down your cheeks and didnt bother to wipe them away. "Honey... I'm sorry." He stopped laughing suddenly. "What do you want to do?" His eyes were masked, his expression the most serious you'd ever seen him. His aura on your bond seemed to go completely gray and still, as if he didn't want you to see him. He masked everything. In preparation for whatever you decide. The gesture made your heart squeeze in appreciation. You stammered, resting your forehead on his. "I dont know." You muttered, voice cracking. Then, he was wrapping his arms around you in a smothering hug. When he pulled away, he cradled your face in his hands. The hands that had seen so much cruelty in his life. The possibilities of the same thing happening to your child made your heart race. "I'm here for whatever decision you make." He brushed your cheek with a thumb. You nodded and let him hold you like that for a while. Quietly rocking back and forth with you in his lap. + You were near falling asleep when the war cries rang out again. Illyrians howling for their leaders to join them. Another onslaught of death coming their way. The calls were distant, but Azriel tensed the second he heard them. Your blood went cold. He buried his face to your chest, as if he wished he could hide there. "I'm not going." He said when you tried pushing him away. "I wont leave you." He promised, locking his muscled forearms around you. The echoes of battle cries faded. He stroked your hair, and traced his fingers along your back. Then he swore. "Let me take care of this." He said, voice edged with anger. Nerves pricked at your stomach, but you stood, wobbling on your feet slightly. He took off into the night sky painted in silvers and blues by the full moon. Then came racing back down right behind Rhys. the high lord took one breath and then he was hugging his brother. Azriel shoved him off, and they shot into the night sky. Well, Azriel did. He dragged Rhys with him. Grunts of pain and fleshy sounds of punching rang out. You followed them high into the air where they had their conversation. Your wings led you around them with ease. "Stop fighting and use your words, boys." You warned. You recognized Azriels growl and smiled to yourself as they broke apart. Rhys adjusted his tunic and cleared his throat. "I need you there. Cassian is handling the Western front, the others need a leader." Azriel began protesting against the high lord. "I cant with my mate-" "I know it feels impossible right now but-" "I will not, Rhys-" You set your jaw. If they wanted to fight over if you needed protection or not, you would take the option off the table all together. "I'll go." you said, voice strong since hearing Jeva announce what grew inside you. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. You shoved the thoughts away as far as you could. They both turned to you, horror striking Azriels features. "Absolutely not. No." Heat and rage flared down the bond. It made you want to defy everything he said. You locked eyes with him and glared. Rhys glanced between you with tense shoulders. He cleared his throat. "It would be a good compromise, Azriel. You can go together to the Eastern front. Think about it." He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and gave him a grim smile. "I wont say a word." He said, summoning the darkness around him then winnowing away. Azriel's cold eyes made him look like a statue. "Let's go." He said, and started circling lower. Back to the meadow. "I'm going, you cant stop me from following you." You said, expecting a fight. He said nothing. You were met with that silence that drove others crazy tryin to find out what he wanted from them. The bond seemed to snap taut, then go into a relaxed state. He was hiding. You knew it, but would rather have silence and peace than him trying to fight you again. He walked you back to the tent, and exhaustion took you under before you could remember him laying down with you. You hoped it it was exhaustion, and not whatever the baby was doing to you. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't resist the urge to cradle your belly while you slept. There was no bump, but it felt like the most natural thing to do now that you were aware of the being inside you. You slept hard, and awoke to the breakfast bell chiming. The sounds of slow footsteps marching through the mud kept you awake. Azriel was gone, but the candle on the table was lit. A note lay there waiting for you. His messy scrawl made you smile, the familiarity of his writing reminded you of the notes he would leave you when he had to leave early for meetings with Rhys. "Back by nightfall, lover. A guard is at the tent, ask her to bring you anything you need. -A" You peeked outside the tent to see Jeva there, her long fur coat shimmering in the morning light. Her breath clouded in front of her when she gave you a soft smile. "Good morning." She pulled a muffin from her coat. "Your favorite." She winked, and you pulled her inside. She had a fire roaring by the time you finished your food. "How are you not freezing?" She complained, blowing into her hands to keep them warm. You brushed the crumbs from your shirt and really took into account the changes you'd noticed lately. How hungry you'd been, how tired after the easiest days. "Do you know... How um..." You gestured to your stomach. She gave a small smile and nodded. "Only a month or so." She said quietly. You stared at your stomach, as if waiting for something to answer you. To give some sort of affirmation that Jeva was right. She continued warming herself by the fire, and soon the tent was filled with her warm chestnut smell. Cassian entered the tent when you were starting to doze off again. The wool blanket on your lap reminded you of a time when you first met Az. Your heart squeezed at the memory of those long nights shared together by a fire. Taking your turns on watch duty. You shook yourself from the memory. Cassian froze. His face scrunched up at the sight of you. The scent, you realised. You swore to yourself, and Jeva only nodded when he looked to her. "Youre pregnant?" He asked breathlessly, and you could smell the fear and excitement coming from him. In fact, you could smell the smoked meat on his breath. And the cold air that clung to him from outside. It was refreshing, like a cool drink on a hot day amid the dry heat inside the tent. "I'm sorry, I shouldnt have.." He ran a hand through his hair, trying to remain focused. "Its okay, Cass. What's going on? Az left me this note." You handed it to him. His lips moved as he read it. He went white as bone. Your stomach dropped. + Azriel had gone in the night to take out the entire eastern flank with a small group of Illyrians. You felt your world skittering away as Cassian told you. Your vision went blurry, and tears fell, dripping on your hands that clenched the wool blanket. "He's on his way here now. He had to answer to Rhys first." Cassian waited for you to say anything. But your lips just couldnt form the words. The hurt, anger... the betrayal you felt for him going to battle without you. And defying a direct order from his high lord like a fool. "I suggest you leave before Azriel comes back. It may get messy." Jeva spoke for you, and you were grateful. You gave Cassian a nod of thanks before he turned and left. The cold wind that blew in from the door gave you goosebumps. "Take it easy, you dont want to be too stressed." Jeva handed you a mug of tea and gave you a small squeeze. You could smell Azriel before he entered. Jeva shot him a glare, but said nothing. "I'll be in my tent if you need me." She promised, gave you a look that said 'find me after' and left. Azriel took off his armor plates one by one. A bit too slowly to be considered normal. Stalling. You said nothing. You let the tension roil out of you, let it hit him down the bond. Like a wave getting ready to break. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his wings. The mask he wore cracked when he saw your fists balled in the blanket. "I couldnt risk you... or the babe." He tried to hide the fear that shone through. The fear of his mate or child being hurt in battle. He wouldnt be able to stand it. The fight was needed, anyway. He needed to get out his instincts to protect protect protect. You said nothing. You let that looming wave grow larger. He sighed, and sat at the end of the cot beside you. "I'm sorry. I needed....I needed to get my head straight. I should have told you. I'm sorry." That wave crashed, not on him though. Internally, guilt and fear melting in on yourself. "I cant lose you, we... We cant." You said through your teeth, trying to hold back the tears that begged to spill over. He tried his best to hold back his surprise. "We?" He asked, a small smile playing on his full lips. You gave him a grim smile. "If you're...ready to be a father. I like imagining you, with my child." "Our child." He said with a bubbling laugh. You laughed with him, and it turned to hysterics. He wiped tears from the corner of your eyes. "We're going to have a baby?" He cradled your face, looking into your eyes. You took one of his hands, and placed it on your flat belly. "Yes. We are." You said, voice quivering. He wrapped you into a hug, and you cried together in the cot.

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

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