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xavviquz · 2 months

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♥︎ thirsty for you. - vamp!choso x fem!reader ♥︎ HCS

warnings // !!MDNI!! period sex, p ⇾ v, unprotected, somnophilia, blood mention, pussy eating, fingering, not proofread (though i dont think any of my fics r but that doesnt make it bad 😘)

notes // getting back into my usual with hcs! i absolutely love vampire choso btw i swear im bent over for him but anyhow, i hope you enjoy this as much as i do! this is also a few years late like heian era late wc: 825

synopsis: you havent been the same since you got with him.. and neither has the aching in your body stopped either.

☆ vamp!choso┊ who has you on your knees at the break of dawn just because he desperately wanted your warmth.

your pussy was so wet and warm, he could fall asleep and never pull out for days no matter what. its not like he hasnt done that before anyways.

you were minding your own business, falling asleep after a long day of talking to customers from the village in order to pay off the rent that was due in the next month. you were tired. exhausted to the bone if you will. as you were drifting to sleep, you felt the mattress get slightly heavy in a particular spot that your boyfriend would sleep on. thinking nothing of it, you drifted off to sleep as you felt a pair of hands feeling your body up and down, your waist all the way to your boobs, pinching at the nubs as you batted your eyes.

you rubbed your eyes before you felt something inside of you. too familiar.. damn it. why now and especially when you were sleeping??

☆ vamp!choso┊who doesnt know how to ask to have sex or put you into the mood, so he reacts on impulse.

you glanced behind you with a sleepy look to see your boyfriend with a dumb smirk, digging his face into the crook of your neck. it felt so wrong and so right.. you’ve talked about this before with him but he never seemed to get why he should ask when you’re ‘his property’ he’d say, but in a sense, you were.

his dick was slowly being pushed in and out of your sensitive walls as he nibbled on your shoulder to hide his whines. you felt so warm and so peaceful.. it was hard to resist someone like you.

☆ vamp!choso┊who has a habbit of using his abilities for his lustful desires.

choso can turn invisible, be a bat, and even have unnatural speed. it made you slightly jealous that you didnt have any but its not like you minded or anything except when he would.. tease you.

the other night when making dinner for the both of you, you felt his slender hands reach up into your shirt, cupping your boobs as he licked your neck. once you turned around though, no one was there. “cho’ stop playing around and help me out..”

“i am helping you out.” he appeared behind you once again, one hand leaving your boobs to venture down to your clit, slowly playing with it. he knew damn well what he was doing and he knew he would get his way by doing so. your moans were like music to his ears and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

☆ vamp!choso┊who loves it when you’re on your period.

your boyfriend was there inbetween your legs as your hands lazily covered your mouth to keep the moans slipping inbetween your lips hidden but.. how could you?

choso’s tongue flicked up against the clit of your pussy, going down to your hole and practically sucking you dry.

damn it. you should’ve never said anything about your period. but even then, he would’ve sniffed you out anyways and have you eaten out in the nearest bathroom he could find just for a taste of you.

☆ vamp!choso┊who always bites and nips at your neck no matter how tired you are. his stamina is endless being a vampire.

you’re nearly fucked out of your mind, everything you saw was a complete blur. your back was arched and it was so late in the night.. you had to open up shop early today so why this day specifically did he decide that he wanted to fuck you brainless?

you scratched at the sheets, his length turning your insides into complete mush. you felt choso’s fangs slightly bite into your skin, digging his teeth into your pump skin. warm red blood from your neck pooled into his mouth, licking spots that dripped.

your mind was lightheaded from all the fucking and bloodsucking. your head drooped down and swung low. you could barely even hold yourself up so how were you going to open up shop now?

choso smirked, kissing the back of your ear before whispering in a low tone. “now you dont need to go to that small stand..” he hugged your waist, pushing on your stomach while he did another deep thrust.

you were so exhausted.. too exhausted to think. your eyes kept fluttering, each blink longer than the last, slowly drifting to sleep in the middle of sex with him.

by the time you had woken up, he was asleep right next to you, sleeping while his fangs were in your neck, and his dick deep within you.

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sfehvn · 6 months

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hi hello! saw you had requests open and were looking for some prompts to work on?

i hope you dont mind me sending in one :0

possessive or jealous astarion x reader maybe?

reader is divorced, has been for a while, but their ex and them are still good friends. it was a mutual, respectful separation, because the two had different life plans after being together for some time. ex is a great person with a kind heart (and js brilliant artificer or inventor maybe?) and decided to visit reader some time after the game. nothing nefarious, just some nice catching up with one of their closest friends.

just want a lil astarion jealousy here. how reader reacts is up to you. itd be fun if they just roll their eyes but indulge his possessive behavior a tad.

no need to follow everything to a T of course.

other reasons the ex could be visiting (if theyre an artificer or inventor) is because reader commissioned them for a ring or jewelry or something that lets astarion walk under the sun. fun ideas there where astarion sees the ex hand reader a ring, is almost heartbroken, but it turns out reader got the ring for him was gonna propose or something (ring lets vampires walk under the sun). some angst there wahaha

im so sorry this is so long, i had multiple ideas i wanted to offer but didnt wanna flood you.

i understand if you dont wanna work on this (these?). its still just a joy to share these. thanks!

green eyed devil

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! xx Rating: M (18+ minors DNI) Word count: 2,290 Characters: Astarion x Tav

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In the months following the removal of your unwanted little brain passengers you and Astarion had been tirelessly in search of a cure for his vampiric condition. As much as you tried to discourage his masking, there were many mornings you woke to see your lover longingly staring at the covered windows surrounding your bed. Astarion would play it off cooly once the realization he’d been caught dawned on him, but he knew as well as you the agony that hid behind ruby-red eyes. The remorse ate him alive as the color in your own skin began to fade from your previously sunkissed appearance to reflect that of paleness. It stilled in comparison to his, but it was a constant reminder of the fact that, in his judgment, he’d doomed you to a life in the shadows.

You held him close to your chest and the sound of your beating heart against his ear prompted a moment of weakness. “I feel like I’m destroying you.” His words were a shutter as they left his mouth. You place a small hand on his cold cheek at the sudden confession, commending him to look up at you.

It was unspoken. You needed no words to tell you how sun-starved you had become and you vaguely recalled the last time you had gone out while it was still beaming. “Hey, I’m alright. We’re making decent progress and have more than a few promising leads. I’m not the slightest worried about it.” Even your reassuring smile and soothing words couldn’t placate the shame he felt.

“Would you go for a walk at least? You thrive in the sun and instead you’re cooped up in this little room with me until sundown, darling.” You let out a sigh of disapproval and before you can argue the suggestion, he continues. “Do it for me. I can’t bear seeing you like this.” Astarion knew without a shred of doubt that one day you’d grow tired of skulking in the dark with him, given a cure was never found. He’d do everything he could to make sure it never happened. If it did, though, Astarion believed he’d have no reason to continue his miserable existence.

After a few beats of silence, you finally nod. The look on his face was enough to tell you there was no use arguing the matter away. Evidently, this was important to him, so you sat and readied to do what he could not, what he wanted so desperately: to bathe in the rays of daylight.

You trudged about the city with no end in mind. Feeling the warmth of sunshine on your skin was a welcome change, and you soaked up the sensation eagerly. There was heavy remorse weighing in your chest at the thought of not being able to share this feeling with your lover all the while. You’re stopped in your tracks at the familiar face before you. “Tav! Well, you’re looking worse for wear.” The man teased. You grinned widely and wrapped your arms around him in a chaste embrace.

“I would say your words hurt, but it is a testament to your honesty, I suppose.” You quipped and stepped back to get a good look at him. It had been a lengthy amount of time since you had last seen him. You recall the last time you had been in each other’s company was when you had attended his wedding to his new wife, a lovely half-elf you had regularly messaged with. From said messages, you knew they had just welcomed a new addition to his family, and you felt great pride in the man he had become. While, yes, you had once shared a bed and a last name, it felt like a lifetime away.

“You look well, Conrad. It seems fatherhood suits you well.” He did indeed look great, not a day older than when you had last seen him despite the years passed. Black hair that somehow always looked tousled and neat at the same time, bright green eyes with no darkness marring under them, and he’d taken to toning his physique since you’d been with him, ostensibly.

You were both far too young when you had made the rash decision of running off and eloping together. Just as hastily as you two had agreed to spend the rest of your lives together, things had begun falling apart. Conrad wanted to settle and start creating a family as quickly as possible, while you were keen just the way you were. You were confident you never wanted children to begin with. Though your thoughts on the matter have recently changed, it is a testament that finding the right person has shown you things you weren’t even aware of about yourself before.

“Despite the lack of sleep, we can agree on that.” Conrad chortles gleefully, motioning you to follow him to a nearby bench. Once seated, he turns his body to face you. “You are a tough one to find, my friend. Amira told me you have been holed up in Elfsong for a while, and it was still much like digging through a needle in a haystack. The same old adventurer, hm?” He questions fondly, recalling your nature without abandon.

“You could say that.” You shrugged casually. Your head quirks as if a thought just popped into your mind. “Why are you back in Baldur’s Gate? You should be home tending to Amira.” You think back to her last letter, detailing the struggles she had been having caring for their new babe. Conrad was a journey away.

“I am here at her request.” He corrects with a wave of his hand. “It seems you and Astarion have troubled her heart with your story. She can’t stand the thought of two people so in love plagued by such great hardship. Ever the romantic she is.” You smile sadly as you remember your lover confined to the inn's room. He holds up a finger, beckoning your brow to crease as he dug into the pockets of his robe. A quiet ‘aha’ emerged as he seemingly located what he sought. He outstretched his hand to you, a simple silver-banded ring held between his fingertips. “It’s not the cure, of course. At the very least, your search won’t have to be restricted during daylight hours.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you bite back tears at the kind gesture. “Conrad, I can’t believe this.” You whisper as he drops the ring into your palm. The magic-infused band feels almost as if it hums against your hand.

“Ring of the sunwalker. I must say, it was one of the most challenging feats I’ve committed to.” Conrad muses, clearly proud of his work. You had been in search of one to gift to Astarion but they were impossible to stumble upon and even more impossible to find an artificer who was skilled enough to conjure one up. You clinch the ring in your fist and pull the man into a tight hug, painfully aware of the tears that assaulted his robe.

“Thank you, Conrad. I don’t know how to repay you or Amira for this kindness.” Your words were earnest, and you dab under your wet eyes.

“No repayment necessary, Tav. You’re family to us. It pains us to know you’re in such a tight predicament. However, a visit once you and your other half are ready would be welcomed. Got to lay the law out and let this vampire know who he’ll have on his tail if he ever hurts you.” His teasing cadence elicited a laugh from you, bumping his shoulder playfully with your own.

You two chat for a while longer before bidding goodbye to one another. “Just make sure that gets put to use, Tav. You look like you haven’t had a drop of sunlight in your life.” You reassure that you will with a broad smile.

The walk back to the inn is painstakingly long given how eager you were to present Astarion with his new ring. The image of your lover once again bathed in sunlight made your heart swoon. When opening the room’s door you can hardly contain the excited smile on your lips. Astarion was unmoving on the bed, trying to slip into a meditative state when you entered the room.

“The sun is still up, my darling—plenty of fun to be had out there.” There was feigned annoyance in his words but in reality, he was contented to have you back where he knew you were safe. There was something off, though. Astarion pushes himself onto his elbows and stares at you with narrowed eyes. The look made your breathing hitch, your smile faltering the slightest bit.

Within a second, he’s in front of you, faces a mere inch apart. “What’s wrong?” You asked carefully, hand instinctively reaching for the ring in your pocket. You twiddle your fingers around it but hesitate to pull it out.

“You reek.” He deadpans, inspecting your body as if searching for a physical sign you’d been laid up with another man.

“Well, that’s kind of rude.” You joked, but the silence that followed told you there was more to it than he’d let on.

“You reek of another, my dear.” His words dripped with condescension, and you let out a chuckle, ready to explain away his worries.

“Oh no, that’s just Conrad. He actually-” Before you could say anything more, you were pressed firmly between the solid oak door behind you and Astarion’s firm chest. He looks down on you, and you can’t discern if his red eyes radiate that of rage or lust. Perhaps both.

“Your ex-husband. I leave you alone for all but a few hours, and you find your way into another man’s arms?” Accusatory words were whispered into your ear, the sensation of his soft lips tickling the sensitive skin. His fingertips firmly planted into your hip as he led you to the bed, pressing you roughly to the soft comforter you two had spent so many days wrapped up in one another atop. His greedy hands expertly flip you over. Your ass stood in attention before him, and he worked the skirt of your dress up until it pooled around your chest.

Before you could comprehend his jealous fit, your underwear was ripped from your body, and his hard cock was buried deeply inside of you. You let out a moan at the sensation of him filling you. His hand slid up your back until it reached the back of your head, taking a fistful of your long hair into his palm as he plowed into you, hips slamming loudly against your skin throughout the otherwise quiet room—your back arches as you allowed him to take you. Your eyes rolled back, and you grasped the sheets tightly in your own hands.

Astarion had become increasingly possessive of you since the Mindflayer incident came to a close. Still, you’d never put him in a position to react so passionately to any jealousy he may have felt. When his hand wrapped around you to make contact with your clit, you knew you were putty in this man’s hands. He rubbed slowly and firmly, his other hand still in your hair. You cried out in pleasure, everything in your mind melting away as he fucked you into the bed.

“Bet Conrad never fucked you with such tenacity, hm, darling?” His words were confident, fastening his pace as he failed to receive an answer, a silent reminder that he expected a response from those pretty little lips.

“N-never.” You stutter feeling winded from the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Good girl.” He grunted in response, finding a smoother pace. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer with how your drenched core gripped his cock, and his fingers continued their attention over your sensitive clit. “You’re mine. Understand?”

You nod numbly as stars flood your vision, crying out with the orgasm that electrified your body. “Say it. Say you’re mine.” His words came from gritted teeth, and you obliged, the words falling from your mouth causing him to reach his completion, his seed filling you full. As he shifts to lay beside you, he looks at you with darkened eyes. “Why were you with him?” There was no hiding the distaste in his voice.

“Before you so rudely, but pleasurably, interrupted me, I was going to explain that to you.” You hummed teasingly, sitting up beside him. Your dress rested around your knees as you did so and you reached for the ring in your pocket. You offered it out to him and you didn’t have to speak a word for him to know what possibilities the simple-looking ring possessed.

He slipped it onto his finger and stood from the bed. He walked to the covered window and pushed the curtains aside. There he stood in all his glory, the sun's rays illuminated against his pale skin. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting out the faintest cry of satisfaction at the warmth he had so longed to feel again. You move to stand behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist. Your forehead rests against his back, and a content smile plays on your mouth. “You thrive in the sun, too.” You pointed out softly.

“Perhaps I owe that artificer a thank you. His scent on you tells me he touched you one too many times, though. That said, I will not like it. And I will not like him.” You knew Astarion would never accept Conrad as a friend due to his possessiveness, but you knew he was thankful. That was a step in the right direction at the least.

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 #x reader #reader #tav

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dottores · 1 year

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OASIS | CYNO

summary: even the general mahamatra must rest at times, and where a better place than your lap?

warnings: none, cyno overworking himself to exhaustion in the desert and you taking care of him. lowercase intentional, written on phone, no editing.

wordcount: i didnt check it was short probably 2k

notes: @hanmas @mxnjiros @saintdainsleif @dxlucs @manjiroscum @no3tis @tokyometronetwork

he was sleeping.

your throat was tight as you looked down at your lap, cyno’s hair was soft against the skin of your thighs, warm in contrast to the cool desert air around you. he hadn’t wanted to rest—the two of you had been moving for nearly three days straight and he was intent on getting back to sumeru city before tomorrow’s dawn, but you had seen the way his eyes were drooping with every step, and you had insisted that you stopped for just a moment, claiming that your own feet were hurting because you knew damn well he would deny being exhausted himself.

that, of course, had led to him offering to carry you and it was a ten minute argument trying to convince him that, no, you didn’t want to be carried and no, stopping for an hour or two wouldn’t kill him. it wasn’t until the two of you spotted an oasis in the distance that he finally gave in, your waterskins having dried out a few hours before, cyno’s lips dry and parched.

and he had collapsed when he had bent down to scoop up some water, face-down in the shallow pool of the oasis and unmoving.

you had rushed to him, heart erratic in your chest as you flipped him over and pulled him away from the water—he was heavier than he looked, short but a body of pure muscle that had you struggling to drag him away.

he was still conscious at the time, but only barely, eyelids heavy and cracked open, chest rising and falling thinly. his skin was hot, burning even, and you could see the way his muscles were twitching, spasming with even the smallest movement.

guilt spread through you again as you thought back to how he had fought off a large band of eremites while traveling past the dune of carouses the other day while you rested. you pressed another kiss to his forehead, then to each of his cheeks. he had pushed himself too far and had overstrained his body without giving himself time to rest.

… and now he was dealing with the consequences, unresponsive in your arms as you tried to keep him cool with water and wet rags. you were lucky that it was dusk when he collapsed, taking away the majority of the heat… but dawn would be breaking soon, and you could only hope that his body didn’t start crashing again when it did.

you shut your eyes as you brushed your fingers through his tangled hair, remembering how weak he had been as you brought your waterskin to his lips, eyes fluttering shut, throat bobbing as he swallowed all the water he could get.

and you hated how he had immediately to push himself up, but you think you hated even more how when you pressed your hand to his chest to hold him down, he was too weak to even knock your hand off.

“we need to get back to the city,” he had said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the harsh desert winds.

“you need to rest,” you had shot back, “you can barely walk.”

“i’ll make it,” cyno had countered with but you didn’t even bother to acknowledge the comment. instead, you worked at slipping his headpiece off of his head, despite his protests, shifting him into a more comfortable position on your lap, leaning against a tree on the edge of the shallow pool.

any fight he might’ve had left in him dwindled as you carded your fingers through his hair, fingers brushing over his cheekbones and tracing soft patterns on his skin. he had always been weak to gentle touches, melting into your arms after long days of work, leaning into your hand whenever you cupped his cheek. but what always got him the most was when you played with his hair, running your fingers through it and toying with the strands, it always had his eyes drooping shut before he could stop himself.

it worked like a charm every time, and it had worked just as easily a few hours ago when he was trying to convince you that he was okay to keep going when he could barely even move. in no time, cyno’s breath had evened out, chest rising and falling steadily, lashes brushing his cheek as he dozed off in your lap.

you were certain he had never looked so peaceful. even with you, there was often a sort of strain in his face that never went away—the unfortunate effect of his demanding position.

your throat was tight as you looked down at him, fingers absently tracing the scars that littered his chest. you never got to see him like this—cyno, the rare times he was actually home, always stayed up later than you working on paperwork and then woke up before you so he could handle his meetings with the sages and get back to you before noon.

if you ignored what had caused the situation to arise, you could almost savor the way he rested in your lap. he was always the one to take care of you and it was a nice treat finally being able to be the one to take care of him… even if it wasn’t by his own will.

in the distance, the sun began to break over the dunes, and of course, cyno began to stir in your lap. no matter how exhausted he might be, his body would always have him up as soon as the sun rose.

a small smile pulled at your lips as his red eyes fluttered open, glittering against the morning sun.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you said softly as cyno squinted, confused at where he was and trying to figure out what had happened.

as soon as he remembered what had happened last night, he sighed, shutting his eyes in disappointment.

“we lost the night,” he murmured. “i wanted to get back before sunrise, it’ll be more difficult trekking the rest of the way to aaru in the heat. i’m-“

“cyno, you’re in absolutely no condition to move right now,” you said, pressing down on his shoulders as he tried to force himself into a sitting position. and you supposed it was testimony to how weak he was when he dropped back into your lap and gave you a look that was nothing short of withering.

“we can’t waste another day, the meeting-“

“can wait,” you interrupted, leaning down to press your lips against cyno’s forehead. his skin still burned, but you made sure to position the two of you beneath one of the oasis evergreens. you hoped that the shade would prevent him from overheating again. “you run yourself ragged trying to placate them. they can handle waiting on you for once.”

cyno shook his head, eyes sliding shut again. “no, my duty-“

“duty this, duty that, i don’t care, cyno,” you interrupted loudly, catching him off guard as his eyes shot back open to look at you. “i can handle being alone for days on end, i can handle the risks and dangers, but i’m not going to sit here and watch you kill yourself for a bunch of old coots that would probably rather you dead anyway!”

cyno hesitated before he let out a deep sigh, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours. “is it that obvious that the sages don’t like me?” he asked wryly.

“it’s not that they don’t like you,” you said as he brought your fingers to his lips to press a kiss against each pad. “they’re wary of you… i think you’re the first general mahamatra who’s ever taken his job seriously enough to challenge them.”

you added the end lightly, but cyno evidently did not take it lightly.

“a disgrace,” he muttered, and you let out a breath as you traced his lips. “they have nothing to worry about so long as they abide by their own laws.”

you hummed, prodding at his bottom lip and letting out a soft giggle as he nipped at your fingers.

“maybe that should speak volumes then,” you noted off-handedly, “that they’re nervous.”

you watched as cyno’s expression shifted into a more perplexed one, absently massaging your hand as he considered your words.

“maybe you’re right,” he said quietly, but you didn’t get a chance to question him as he turned his gaze back toward the rising sun.

the heat was already suffocating and the sun wasn’t even fully in the sky but the air already felt as if it was scorching your skin, even beneath the shade. it wasn’t this hot yesterday—you would not survive the journey to aaru village… and you didn’t think cyno would either.

after a few moments, he let out another tired sigh. “in my pouch… there’s a tarp. we can set it up above us to block out sun.”

your eyes lit up even if cyno didn’t look pleased with his decision. with a wide smile gracing your face, you leaned over him to press your lips against his.

and as much as he might be feigning disapproval, you could feel the way his lips pulled into a small smile against yours.

“and how are you going to entertain me while we’re stranded out here?” cyno said softly against your lips. “you know i don’t like being idle.”

you laughed quietly as you sat back up straight, watching as his intense gaze followed your every movement.

“well, i could think of a few ways,” you said, fingers grazing his cheekbone as cyno looked up at you through his lashes.

“oh? would you like to hear the new jokes i learned? i need to test them out on someone, i bought a book while on the liyue border a few months back and have yet to-“

“oh my god, cyno” you complained loudly, hand dropping from his face. “can’t you ever-“

you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence, cut off with a soft hmph as cyno pressed his lips against yours—they were still dry and chapped but they felt like home. he moved fast, evidently already feeling better, as he leaned you back against the warm sand and hovered above you, red eyes dark and lidded as he looked down at you.

“i’m kidding,” he murmured. “… let’s make the most of our alone time.”

#cyno x reader #cyno x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #cyno fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #i never know what to tag these #they’re not rlly fluff but it’s the closest tag i think

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Can I ask for a little bit of angst with Al-haitham? Like he just stoped being romantic and Put effort in the relationship because he thought he fell out of love, so eventually reader ends the relationship and moves forward with their life. By the time Al-haitham wants reader back, they're already in a relationship with another person (Maybe Diluc? 👉👈)

Sorry if my english isn't good 🥺

Gender neutral reader, angst due to the nature of Alhaitham being a bad lover lol. Going with Diluc here, enjoy!

He had grown tremendously distant from you recently. It wouldn't have been noteworthy if it was anyone else, but Alhaitham was that monotonous that you knew when something happened. He didnt get you to sit on his lap as he reads anymore, he doesn't ask you if you wanted anything when he went to get his lunch, he only holds your hand in public.

You very much love him, and you wanted to have him in your life. You were determined to find out what exactly was wrong with the relationship. Being honest with yourself, nothing seemed out of place. You hadn't done anything that would upset him. When you got him his lunch one day without being asked, Alhaitham merely said 'you can have it, I'm not hungry now'. You went to hug him, and he didn't wrap his arms around you like usual.

Over time, the harsh feeling in your chest only intensifies. No longer could your heart take this, you had to talk to Alhaitham about him being suddenly distant.

The conversation didn't last long. Sadly, you found out he didn't feel the feelings he once had for you. He explains it wasn't any actions you did, he just no longer felt like he loved you. You take that as the final straw, breaking things off before walking out of his house.

You moved to Mondstadt permanently for work, realising Mondstadt was the best place for your company to thrive. A place where people were, generally, more relaxed. A place that wouldn't remind you of the broken relationship with Alhaitham, and somewhere you could possibly meet someone.

To your surprise, the 'someone' in this case was none other than the owner of Dawn Winery, Diluc. You heard that he was a stoic man, someone that was fully committed to his business and his work with the adventurers guild. You meet him through a business meeting, him negotiating good terms for your company to contribute to the Adventurers Guild. While there was not an immediate spark, you both did feel comfortable enough around one another to go for a dinner together.

One meal became another, and eventually Diluc was the one to admit he had fond feelings for you, romantic ones. You admit you return these feelings, and Diluc nods before he takes you on a nightly stroll.

Diluc knew about Alhaitham through your constant questioning if he actually loved you, and if he was going to grow bored of you.

Meanwhile, Alhaitham had been trying to find you. Being away from you, not seeing you every day, it made his heart grow incredibly fond. He wanted to confess his feelings, to make you feel as loved as you made him feel. The thought of losing you because he got that used to your affections that he stopped trying at all with the relationship disturbed him.

Alhaitham was a wine connoisseur, and when he heard word of Diluc planning on having a talk in Sumeru regarding his wines and their properties (Well, mainly the free sampling of wine as well as possibly ordering more wine). As always, he kept an eye out for you everywhere he went.

On his walk towards the venue, he spots you taking in the scenery. He walks towards you, you turning to see who was walking so quickly, and your heart sinks as you see Alhaitham.

Before he can start to win you back, however, your boyfriend also walks over. He wraps an arm protectively around you, you leaning into his touch, and he makes eye contact with Alhaitham.

"How can I help you?" Diluc asks. "I couldn't help but notice you briskly walking towards my partner."

"Ah, I was simply hoping to catch up with an acquaintance." Alhaitham responds.

"And it has nothing to do with the fact you realised you still have feelings for them?" Diluc raises a brow, Alhaitham staring at him. "You're too late. They're with me now."

"..." Alhaitham thinks to himself. He looks over at you, realising you were being treated better than he could offer. "Treat them right." Alhaitham nods, deciding to just go home instead of attending the lecture he was previously looking forward to.

#alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc #alhaitham #gender neutral reader #angst

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cloveroctobers · 4 months

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 3. MICHAEL “MIKEY” BERZATTO

A/N: I want to attempt to make this a bit lighter but with the way the bear is set up? Happiness is a process. 🥂 Also this takes place BEFORE 7 fishes? Maybe a year or two prior, so thats probably six or seven years ago from now? The timeline isn’t overly important with this show so whatever your brain feels is cool with me! Also decided to do this in headcanon/note form this time around because things are definitely about to get hectic for me. Merry Christmas Eve or Happy Holidays to you all! 🫶🏽 hope its filled with nothing but greatness + all things that are lovely and not chaos.

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: SCENARIO — 4.) Decorating the tree + DIALOGUE — 2.) “You know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow.”

<- read my previous December anthology prompt here.

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Michael Berzatto always loved cold weather and sure his birthday happened to always fall on a brutal cold day… he always put more effort into everyone else’s.

It’s something he’s always done and maybe it had to do with his childhood where most birthdays his own parents forgot about it, treating it as any other day because that’s simply how they viewed their own and wouldn’t even get him a card at least.

He grew up fast and pushed those terrible feelings as far down as they could go and focused on caring for everyone else.

Lucky for him, he had his younger siblings that always managed to put a smile on his face, showing him that they wouldn’t ever forget

and a shit eating grin would also appear thanks to his best friend Richie who always showed up with packs of beer and encouragement to head out to a strip joint but somehow Tiffany always figured out that plan!

a gallon of warmth poured into his chest when you would call him at midnight or the break of dawn, wanting to be the first to send him well wishes for another year.

You were always something special to Michael.

Which is why on the morning of November 15th, he showed up to your place, just to tell you later that you were going tree hunting while he went down to Chicagoland to get the rest of his hours in.

He heard how bummed out you were about your boyfriend not being in town (yet again) to go get a tree for the place you moved into back in July.

Michael didn’t particularly hate the guy but he also felt like he didnt care enough as much as he should with someone like you.

He was always elsewhere and Michael was just praying that he didn’t ask you to marry him and call it selfish but he didn’t see a glimmer in your eyes when you looked at the guy.

Michael felt like you two were just dating out of convenience—until you both found better, which YOU would but you didn’t seem to see that.

Which of course sparked arguments and the guy walked in on that argument, demanding to know what was going on and you didn’t want to escalate the situation so you sent a warning glance for Michael not to take it there.

He never listened.

A ban from the house was laughable to Michael because who tf did this guy think he was to tell him to stay away from his best friend’s house? He maybe “the man,” of the house but he wasn’t man enough to love you. You have to show you care in a relationship and put in the work and this guy wasn’t it. You were an after thought and that pissed Michael off.

and he didn’t give a shit if the guy was 6’6 and built like a linebacker, it was fair game in mike’s eyes! Michael would say what he felt and he was super protective over you—which you appreciated but not in that moment.

Before hands could ever go flying and out of the respect he has for you, he said his peace and left the home—since thats what you wanted…with the both of you not speaking for a week—which was painful.

And also painful to Richie’s ears because Mikey wouldn’t shut up about it!

You as a topic? Was never on the low.

“Are you finally gonna admit to the audience that you’re sweet on them, Mikey Boy!?” The amusement was clear in Richie’s piercing blues and Michael was tempted to smack it right off.

“Shut your mouth and get back to work, ya bastard!”

Michael knew the guy talked shit about him behind his back but regardless Michael was in your life WAAAY before this guy was even a factor! He wasn’t going anywhere,, unless you told him to but he hoped that never happened.

Your boyfriend didn’t like how you kept Michael around but he knew how to put on a mask too, being a FBI agent and all that, which means he was hardly around anyway so…that gave Michael more time with you in the end, which definitely made your boyfriend more irritated when he bothered to check in from work!

Michael found it funny that your boyfriend thought he was doing something by flying back to Indiana with you to spend (the controversial holiday) thanksgiving with your dad, step-mother, and half-siblings just to disappear again into his work as soon as the both of you returned to chicago.

While he was off on a case, Michael was there taking on the failed promises, which included: tree shopping.

Having a hybrid schedule, working as a publisher and just starting a meeting with a client, you were caught off guard the morning Michael greeted you on your front steps on HIS birthday.

He was all grins and barely in the appropriate wear for the approaching winter but fr! a hoe never gets cold you know? “You asked what i feel like doing for my birthday, right sweetheart? Spending it with you doll face and gettin’ us a tree, how’s that sound?”

You can can barely get any words out due to being on a call but a sweet smile that actually matched your eyes was enough confirmation—although it was on the tip of your tongue to argue, Michael took that to his advantage that you couldn’t in that moment.

Which didn’t mean you wouldn’t hammer him with texts a little later—but Michael sucked at texting so your attempts would probably go unseen anyway.

It was around six, you just got off thirty minutes ago and went to freshen up, ready to text Michael when he’s already at your door, keys in hand, shining teeth of a smile, your favorite sandwich in hand: a wrapped Porchetta, chicken parm, or a caprese sandwich (if you don’t eat meat) ready for you to eat on the go, since the farm closes at eight-thirty and the drives about thirty to forty-five minutes depending on the traffic…

Michael’s got terrible road rage and hates traffic but you’re not the best driver when the sky falls so you have no choice this evening but…he’s at ease with you on the passenger side.

He’s telling you entertaining stories as you eat and when you’re done, he’s asking for your review—although it’s your favorite sandwich so of course it’s going to be highly rated! but he just likes to hear you talk about the things you enjoy

he’s interested in your day since your work days are completely different and he’s not afraid to give his opinions if the author you’re working with sounds like an asshole.

Shopping with you can sometimes take forever but Michael doesn’t seem to mind. If you’re looking for the perfect tree, even if it’s ugly as hell, you’re gonna get the damn tree.

He’s used to artificial trees because the real one his family had after he just turned fifteen, his ma threw a lit cigarette at once, unbeknownst to the rest of the berzatto family, almost burning it to a crisp as she whipped around to yell at a seven year old Sugar about something, so his dad swore off “spending his hard earned money for Donna to ruin,” leaving Michael to stop looking forward to Christmas trees

Yet he was here on his birthday with you, happy to be here and help you find whatever you needed.

“What about that one?” You pointed at what would probably be the eighth one, if Michael thought to keep count.

He can’t help it—

He glances over his shoulders and scowls, “looks like uncle Lee, fucking balding in the middle.”

“Michael!”

“Wha? Am I wrong?! I’m just sayin, sweetheart…if you love that one, I’ll like it.” Michael raised his hands in surrender while you huffed, rolled your eyes and spun on your flats, diving in between a row of fully stocked trees.

Eventually you find a wide white spruce tree that the both you felt strongly about to bring back home

and the man is willing to throw his back out for you, getting it up your steep front steps, not allowing you to help him one bit, which is frustrating for you ofc.

Once positioned in your living room, just the way you want it, Michael wipes the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.

“What would you like to drink?”

“I’m fine. Just gonna get some air, then when I get back we’ll discuss when you want to decorate it, yeah?”

You shake your head at Michael while he heads back to the front of the house through the screened in entrance before entering November’s air.

When he’s taking longer than expected, you go hunting for him just to flail around on some black ice after stepping down from the last step but manage to somewhat catch yourself on the railing.

Thankful for a bruise rather than a broken tailbone, you curse to yourself as the throbbing pain shoots down your femur.

And surely, Michael fucking berzatto appears from the shadows to assist you, “hey! whatcha doin’ down there?”

“I slipped on some stupid black ice…where were you?”

“You sure it wasn’t the yellow snow?”

“The what?” You exasperate as Michael guides you to your feet.

Michael points at the spot to the right of your front lawn and you scowl as he says, “you know what they say, don’t eat yellow snow!”

He laughs but stops short as you cut your eyes at him, “did you come out here to piss on my lawn when there’s two bathroom’s inside?”

Michael scoffs, “don’t go pointin’ fingers at me because you busted your ass. That ain’t my fault babe and you know I wouldn’t do that! I told you that was Richie’s drunk ass.”

Sighing you rub at your sore thigh, “I still owe him a kick in the ass for that.”

“Yeah you do,” Michael smirks as the both of you move to head back inside, “despite that, it was good house warming.”

You nod as you’re back inside the warmth of your new home and rest against the couch while Michael’s back to analyzing the tree you picked. “Hey, I’ve got you something.”

Michael shakes his head although a twitch of a grin is there,“I told you that you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Shush,” you held up your hand at the man who raised his brows at you, “it’s nothing crazy but it’s in the fridge.”

He sighs at you but goes to your bright yellow kitchen nonetheless. Michael always gets caught up standing in your kitchen, just imagining all the meals he could get up to in here since it seems so bright and welcoming yet empty.

You were more of a breakfast person which is why he was always down to go to diners because of you, whereas he was more a lunch person because of his old man, hence why Chicagoland was a deli spot but Michael was okay with shifting his ways for you.

When he opens your fridge, he scans through it, easily picking up on what items belongs to your macho boyfriend and scoffs to himself before spotting a medium sized box tucked in the back of the fridge.

“Did you find it, Mikey?” You call out to your friend who latches onto the box, kneeing the fridge closed before making his way back into the living room.

He plops down on the couch next to you, eyeing you while you smile over at him patiently waiting.

“Here goes nothing,” Michael quietly says before pulling the top back to eye the mold of the zuccotto, “…you fucking didn’t.”

“I did,” you nod before explaining, “I thought about making one but I also didn’t want to disappoint you and then I remembered you’ve been wanting to try that bakery that’s here on my side of town, so I made a call and hope you like it.”

Michael swallows the lump in his throat at the gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone’s got him a cake but this wasn’t just some simple task. This was important because this means you listened.

You listened to how he told you that his nonna used to call him, “pumpkin bear,” because he was chunky and the shade of a Orange left in the sunlight fresh out the womb and that she made the best zuccotto he’s ever had and never tried anyone else’s since she’s passed.

Not even his ma could touch his nonna’s but he would never tell the woman that!

“The bakery’s a combined Italian-French place which they don’t really advertise until you’re actually inside but the little elderly lady who made it was the cutest thing and I thought you’d probably trust her.”

“I wanna kiss you on the mouth, you’re so good to me, you have no idea!” Michael pointed at you, voice thick with emotion.

This may seem small to any other but it really meant a lot and you could sense that as Michael gripped your hand to squeeze and press kisses to. “Happy birthday, Mikey.” You whisper.

Michael groans as he pinched the corners of his wet eyes for a moment, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you back,” you smile, “now can we try!?”

“Hell yeah we can but I get first bite this time.”

“I guess…it is your birthday after all.” You wink.

The taste test was so worth it, to the point Michael made it his mission to go meet the elderly woman down at her bakery during one of his breaks from the restaurant.

He shared kind words and got to know Giuseppina or “Josy,” up until the point they actually became friendly with Josy sending her husband Charles over to try what Chicagoland had to offer as well.

He had you to thank for that, reminding him of the good in his life, even what once was.

It isnt until the first week of December when Michael comes around again to decorate your tree.

“What the hell happened?” Michael quizzes you when he spots you with a brace taking up a huge portion of your thigh.

Guess that makes sense why you took so long to get the door.

You sigh, “hello to you too, Mike. Care to come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Hi.” Michael greets, gripping your hip and pressing a kiss to your cheek before stepping into the too warm house.

You tell him you slipped again and that resulted into a bruised bone, which is less severe than a fracture and something you can heal at home with ice, and meds you wouldn’t be taking—so you’re just taking it easy.

“Why hasn’t inspector gadget put down any salt yet?” Michael commented as he shoved his thin jacket into the small closet tucked in the corner of the living room.

You have your oddly placed fireplace lit and boxes everywhere to dig through.

Sighing you plop back on the couch, “He’s busy but he brought up the decorations from the basement and I can do the salt myself.”

“Oh yeah? Why haven’t you?”

“…it’s cold.”

Michael fans his hands at you, “newsflash babe, we’re in Chicago not Kansas or wherever the hell he’s from and after we’re done tackling this tree, I’m gonna fix it.”

“Mikey—

“Did you hear what I said?”

The look he sent you with his dark eyes made you mold your lips together and cross your arms before you pushed off the couch to head over to a few of the boxes.

Michael does the honors of playing some Motown Christmas music on your tv to fill the tension, but he wouldn’t apologize for looking out for you.

The bare minimum when it comes to your boyfriend doesn’t impress him, not one bit and although you didn’t like and told Michael that you didn’t like him dragging your man, you couldn’t change Michael’s mind about him at all!

He was gonna hurt you and Michael was waiting for the asshole to just rip the band aid off or when you woke up and dumped him yourself.

Michael knew you had it in you and knew you deserved better than to just settle for what looks good on paper.

The smooth deep growl of Marvin Gaye singing, “I want to come home for Christmas,” (I heavily stand on the fact that Marvin Gaye is one of Michael’s favorite singers!) filled your home as the both of you went through the boxes, picking out your decor that brought all sorts of feelings to your frame.

You reminisced about what your life was and if your dad still had any of your old ornaments you made as a child, knowing your mother would have and what your life could be as you took your side of the tree, placing ornaments up as Michael hummed to the music.

The both of you worked in silence which wasn’t the usual although Michael was much louder than you, being quiet wasn’t the norm of your friendship.

And it wasn’t because of what Michael said to you, you weren’t that sensitive—it was you getting in your head about the holidays.

About your dad, step-mom, and siblings deciding not to speed Christmas with you like originally planned because they were going on a cruise and the possibility of your boyfriend traveling to freaking Europe around that time for work made you think about the upcoming loneliness

Yes you had another friend outside of Michael but it was just this odd feeling that you didn’t particularly want to define or gave much thought about until now…

“Hey, stop thinkin’ so hard and just be here with me, huh? Your favorite person on the planet.” Michael calls over the music, after catching you staring up at the length of the tree with one ornament still in your hand.

When your eyes meet his and that famous grin stretched over his features, you roll your eyes once you realized what he said, bringing you back into the spirit and moved around the living room in search of your stool.

Michael holds the stool until your comfortably on it before moving one hand to the small of your back to keep you stable.

When you glance back at him you state, “how do you know?”

“Know what?”

“You’re my favorite person when there’s a billion people in this place?”

“Ah, It’s all over your face! You know how they say heart on your sleeve? Well in your case, it’s on your face.” Michael comments as he holds your stare before you slowly get down to be face to face with him, “and don’t you worry, you’re mine too.” 🥹🥹🥹

You pat his jaw, “damn straight, baby. And don’t you forget it.”

“Never will,” Michael chuckles, “do I get to do the honors of putting up the star?”

You plop down on the couch, digging through what’s left in the box you were working on, “we don’t have a star.”

“…Run that by me again?” Michael turns to you.

You nod, “we wanted to do something…less traditional and it was between either a bow or what he went for…a stag.”

Michael eyes the topper and scowls as he reaches for the cream deer head, “im gonna keep my mouth shut on this one.”

“Thank you.”

“welcome.”

after awhile, Michael finds his way collapsed next to you eyeing the tree as the both of you sip at some cranberry punch you made the other day, eyeing some rosemary you had floating through it.

“It actually turned out pretty, no?” You ask, shoulder to shoulder with the bearded man.

Michael sips from the mason jar and savors the earthy tangy flavor, “best lookin’ tree I’ve ever seen!”

Resting your head against Michael’s shoulder you take in the scenery, feeling a little less alone as Michael’s lips peck your brow, reminding you that it’s best to hold onto what you have, rather than what you don’t.

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read my final ~5 days of Xmas~ anthology prompt here.

#Spotify #queued #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear s2 #the bear hulu #the bear fx #michael berzatto #Michael Mikey berzatto #Mikey berzatto #Michael berzatto x reader #Mikey berzatto x reader #december prompts #jon bernthal #donna berzatto #natalie berzatto #carmy berzatto #richie jerimovich #tiffany jerimovich

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serenescribe · 9 months

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hi hi Ell 👋 I wanted to send a prompt, so i hope youll find this one nice to think about :)

So we know in canon that Lilia trained Silver and Sebek while they were kids, and that his training was a bit unorthodox to say the least. We also know that Silver thinks the world of his father, that he feels indebted to him for life and that he'd give anything to repay that debt. With those facts I offer you a beloved scenario of mine where Lilia trains Silver and takes it too far but doesn't realise it until its too late.

Maybe he's making him spar, maybe he's asking him to do some insane physical effort, whatever it is he's determined to have Silver execute it perfectly. And Silver is tired, because he's like 12, he's been doing this since dawn and he barely ate any of the lunch his father made him (lets face it it wouldve been worse if he ate it). At this point his body is screaming at him to just stop and rest but he refuses to back down before he gives his father what he wants. The issue is that since he's not feeling his best, he's actually doing worse than he was at the beginning and Lilia of course notices. And maybe its the fact that this setting is similar to the one he was in back when he trained recruits as a general, or maybe he got frustrated that he couldnt manage to get him to do better but Lilia decides to try a different approach to motivate his son. He gets mean; taunting and berating Silver for not making any progress, telling him that maybe they should just stop his training altogether if this is the best he can do. But instead of getting fired up and angry like Lilia expected, like his recruits used to do, Silver completely breaks down. He slumps on the ground in front of him weeping, begging for just one more chance and promising he can do better. The mental and physical exhaustion weighs heavily on him and he swears he won't be a burden in future sessions, swears that he'll train day and night if need be to improve but he pleads his father not to give up on him. And Lilia, completely caught off guard by the situation, has to figure out how the hell to comfort his son and convince him that he didnt mean any of the words he spoke

hope you have a fun time writing bye bye!! 🌟

the way this prompt broke my heart when it first hit my inbox :') but at least it's hurt/comfort for once rather than flat out angst...? i hope i did it justice!

(also thank you to lacky my beloved for helping me with some dialogue bc oh my god writing mean dialogue killed me ;;; sobs)

Clang!

The sound of sword against sword reverberates through the air, accompanied by the haggard, weary sound of someone panting. Lilia narrows his eyes, his sword still outstretched, pressed against that of his opponent — his son, Silver, who is also his student.

Silver’s chest expands and contracts, lips parted as he sucks in another deep breath. The practice blade in his hand trembles before finally, he gives in. The sword drops to the ground below with a clatter.

“I yield,” Silver says, voice strained, dropping to his knees. He raises his arms, conceding in defeat.

But all Lilia can think, staring at his son before him, is that this is not good enough.

He knows what Silver is capable of, has been training his son by his own hands for the past few years. Silver shows plenty of promise, and it is up to Lilia to hone that potential to a perfect sheen, be it physical training or weaponry, such as the sword fights they practise so often. Lessons on survival, giving him tasks to complete in the elements. Things that Silver takes to like a duck to water, obediently heeding Lilia’s every word, carrying out his instructions with ease.

So to witness him concede so easily, dropping to the ground, averting his gaze as his body trembles?

Lilia is disappointed.

In a way, it reminds him of his days as the general during the wars he’d fought. There had been many a soldier who had not taken his instructions seriously, always putting in the bare minimum until he whipped them into shape. All he had to do was set his cold, calculating eyes on them, lips spouting cruel, judgemental words, before they’d be roaring to go. Pride is one of the things that the fair folk value deeply, after all, and back then, the many recruits under his command had not taken kindly to Lilia’s implications that they were as useful as the dirt under his heels.

And so Lilia opens his mouth, and says:

“If this is the best you can muster, then why bother?”

Silver stiffens.

“I’m disappointed, Silver. I’ve seen peasants with no training do better than this.” Lilia’s lips thin, a hand resting on his hip, practice sword still hanging from his other hand. “If you cannot even master the basics, how do you expect to get any better? No, better yet, how do you possibly expect to guard Malleus as his knight if this is the best you can do?”

Lilia’s eyes narrow as he drops into a crouch, arms folded across his knees as he meets his son’s wide eyes.

“I didn’t teach you to be this awful,” Lilia utters, voice entirely flat. “If this is the way you’re treating your training, then perhaps we ought to stop it altogether.” He curls his lip. “Is that not what you’d prefer, given your demeanour?”

Rising from the ground, Lilia holds out his sword, pointing the tip of the blunted blade towards his son’s crouching form.

“I shall allow you one last chance,” he breathes. “Pick up your sword, Silver. Get up now.”

Silver doesn’t respond.

Lilia clenches his teeth. “Pick it up!”

It is only then, when Silver uncurls himself to reach for the discarded blade at the side with trembling hands, that Lilia falters. He watches through widening eyes as Silver raises his head and, instead of the fiery enthusiasm and determination he saw so often in so many of his old soldiers, there is a watery desperation wavering in those big, auroral eyes. Silver’s lips tremble, his movements sluggish, and as he shoves himself onto his feet, Lilia realises—

Silver isn’t being lazy. He’s swaying from side to side, almost stumbling over his own feet, shaking uncontrollably as he raises his blade to meet Lilia’s own.

Oh, he realises, spotting something glistening along those rounded cheeks. Silver is crying.

In that instant, any trace of General Vanrouge, feared and renowned amidst those of the Valley, vanishes, dissipating in the blink of an eye. Left in its place is only Lilia Vanrouge, father of one.

His sword drops to the ground with a clatter. Lilia surges forward, any thoughts of training pushed squarely out of his mind as he wraps his hands around Silver’s shoulders, staring at him with his heart rattling against his chest. Shit, Lilia thinks. He’s well and truly fucked up now, hasn’t he?

“Silver,” Lilia starts, struggling for the words. What can he possibly say here? He reaches up, wipes away a stray tear that rolls down his son’s cheek. “Silver, you— you can drop your sword now.”

“No!” The outburst startles him, Silver’s usually quiet disposition interrupted by the force of his refusal. Silver all but collapses, pulling Lilia down with him; his knees buckle, and he hits the ground with a painful thud. Silver’s free hand reaches up to wipe at his tears to no avail. “I-I can do it! I can fight—”

“You can’t, Silver—”

“P-Please, just—” Hanging his head, Silver sobs brokenly, and it shatters something within Lilia. How had he not noticed all along, how absolutely exhausted Silver was? “J-Just give me one more chance,” his son begs, shaking his head. The grip on his sword loosens, causing the weapon to clatter to the ground. “I swear, I’ll train day and night to improve, I w-won’t be a burden anymore, please—”

“Silver,” Lilia repeats, voice firm, fingers curling tight around his son’s shoulders. He— he’s taken completely aback, caught off guard; he’d expected something akin to the fiery resolution of the soldiers of the past, not… not this.

Silver is twelve, a tiny part of Lilia remembers. His heart seizes again, a reminder that perhaps this time, he had gone way too far. Silver is young, and for Lilia to have treated him the way he would have treated a grown fae…

He’s not the general anymore. There’s no need for him to train Silver to such rigid standards.

Slowly, Lilia leans forward, wrapping his arms around Silver’s back. He pulls the sobbing boy against his chest, murmuring soft words under his breath in a bid to reassure him. And for a while, that’s all they do — Lilia, holding his son in his arms, ignoring the ache in his knees as he rubs Silver’s back gently, and Silver, who blubbers apologies and pleads for leniency until his begging collapses into crying, and he buries his head in the fabric of Lilia’s sweat-stained shirt.

Eventually, when Silver’s cries peter out into a sniffling silence, Lilia pulls away from him. He reaches out to cup his cheek, thumbing at the tearstained skin with a sad smile across his lips. “How do you feel now, dear?”

Silver bites his lip, eyes flicking away. He sniffles, before he mumbles, “I… I’m okay now, Father. I can fight.”

“I think we’ve had enough sparring for today, actually,” Lilia sighs wearily. When he sees the way Silver stiffens at his words, he adds, “That is a decision made on my account, not yours. I am not disappointed in you, Silver. Far from it; I am only disappointed in myself for not noticing how exhausted you are… far more than usual, anyway.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Lilia chides, though his tone is light. He exhales. “I think we should perhaps clean up for the day. And then I’ll see to dinner, hm?”

“I’ll help you!” Silver blurts out, a little shakily, and Lilia smiles. Even after everything, Silver is still so willing to help… Truly, Lilia would not have faulted him at all if he would have liked to take some time to himself, especially after he so carelessly spouted such cruel words towards his son.

As Lilia rises to his feet, holding out a hand to help his son up, Silver meets his eyes. He hiccups. “So… you’re not mad at me…?”

“I am not,” Lilia assures, leaning in to pull the boy into another hug. “And…” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I am truly sorry, Silver, for pushing you that far. I should not have said what I did.”

And from the way Silver relaxes in his hold, pulling away to give him a small smile, Lilia knows that this will be enough, for now.

#writing requests #my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #twst #twisted wonderland #i don't think this one is spoilery? we knew he was the general ;u;#lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst fanfiction #twst writing #when this fic goes up i shall be overseas at a beach and having a good time #i hope you guys enjoy! (aka: scream louder while i sip at my drinks)

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dokoni-mo · 1 year

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ITS ME MR KRABS ANON I DID THE CLARA THING AND THE SONG

okay so imagine

Reader teaching William how to play CoD Zombies or Left 4 Dead because he wants to get closer to reader and its totally not like he felt left out or anything (he’s definitely not suffering from having no attention definitely not) . Sitting in the living room with the lights off during the night the coffee table is filled with snacks and drinks and the big screen is playing one of those choices. Reader is sitting in his lap while his arms are wrapped around reader, controller in both of their hands and the game is going. Micheal being away for the weekend and reader and William just having fun playing the console and eating snacks till the ass crack of dawn.

🦀

Mr Krabs anon although you are the newest and freshest anon I am already in love with you /p

please take this as a token of my gratitude

warnings: swearing, established relationship, age-gap relationship (reader is 20 will is pushing 40), willy in general, mushy gushy, fluff, kisses, cuddles pet names, also i made the technology more time-period accurate i hope you dont mind <333 also i didnt proofread like at all LOL

William never thought that he showed his age too much. Not around you, at the very least. He considered himself to be up-to-date on the times. But, as he watched you hook up your new gaming console to his TV, he couldn't help but be confused.

Even though you didn't seem to care, William couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He had tried to set it up for you when you came over. You were his bunny. It was his job to take care of things for you. Even though he hadn't seen much technology like the console before, he figured it couldn't be that hard. He was a very skilled engineer and mechanic. He made dozens of highly-intelligent robots in his lifetime. One little Atari shouldn't be too hard.

Right?

Wrong.

William had struggled with the device for what seemed like hours as you watched him from the couch. You had offered several times to take over and set it up, but he refused each time. Goddamn it. He was going to figure this out. But did they have to make everything so confusing? Not even the manual was much help. William tried and tried again to no avail, his frustration growing with each failed attempt. He was probably teaching you so many new English swears you had never hard before, too. Not a very good look, William.

After his 8th failed attempt and a rather loud and obnoxiously British bloody hell, you had giggled and slid off the couch, pushing him out of the way as you took over the set-up. William felt bad that he had to make you do all the work. You were his sweet bunny, you shouldn't have to lift a finger around him. And after you went to all this trouble? To come up with a little date for the two of you? And buy all these snacks? On your dime too. Silly bunny, you should've asked William for some cash. He would've happily given it to you.

But, you were a determined person. He knew this. It was one of the many reasons he loved you.

The Atari was more of your generation, anyway.

Fine. You win this time, little one.

But don't think you're gonna get away with much else.

"Are you sure you don't need any help, love?" William asked as he watched you from the couch.

Your back was turned to him while you were hooking all the wires together, but you could hear how you snorted out one of your cute little laughs.

"No, thank you," you responded with a hint of sarcasm, glancing over your shoulder to the older man, "I'm already almost done."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You figured it out rather quickly, hm? Good job, bunny."

William heard you giggle again as you turned the console on, picking up the scattered games from off the floor as you turned back to him, "And I thought you were the tech-expert here."

"No need to get smart with me, little one."

You shot a smile up to the brit as you pushed some of the snacks out of the way, placing the games in an array so that he could see all of them.

"You get to pick out the game, since this was my idea." You explained to him, making him smile a little down at you. Sweet bunny. Always so thoughtful.

Scanning his grey eyes over all your games, William had to admit. None of them seemed that appealing to him. Nor very familiar. William was never really a fan of video games. Perhaps he was just old-fashioned, but he thought it was better for people to get entertainment outside of their own homes, with something that was real. Or, selfishly, at one of his restaurants. But, when you called him during the week and proposed this little idea of yours, he found it hard to say no. He found it hard to say no to you in general, but he found this especially hard.

You had just talked about it so excitedly. His relationship with you was still very much a secret. The Brit only got to see you on the weekends, and that's if you weren't swamped with your college courses. He couldn't take you on real dates like he wanted to as well. He had to get creative sometimes. And this was your way of being creative about it. Your way of showing him that you appreciated all of his efforts. Aside from your love, of course. So, even though William didn't really like it, he'd put up with it.

For you.

He'd do anything to see you smile. He knew this. Besides, even if he was bored by the games, he was just happy to have you close to him. Have you to himself. Hold you. Cuddle you. Kiss you. Touch you.

You were the real treat here.

"This one seems alright." He eventually said, touching one of the games you laid out, "I heard Evan talking about it once."

"Ooo," you hummed, "That's a good one!"

William watched as you waddled on your knees back over to the console and put the game inside. Once it was shut and the opening screen flashed on the TV, you waddled back over to the couch with the controller in your hands. William leaned his back against the plush cushions and spread his thighs further apart, giving you space to sit in between them. You took the seat happily, draping your legs over one of his own and leaning your back against his chest. Instinctively, William snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, pressing a few chaste kisses to your cheek and jaw.

What a good bunny you were. You were so cute when you cuddled with him. He loved it when you were close. If only he could keep you like this forever.

"So you've never used one of these before?" You asked, your little fingers gliding over the controller to set a game up for you and him.

"No, never." Mr. Afton responded.

"You should get some for your diner. The kids would love it."

William let out a hum, pressing another kiss to your jaw, "Children are destructive, love. That would be expensive to replace them all the time, yeah?"

"I guess," you said.

Oh, how cute you were.

#william afton x you #william afton x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #TUMBLR POSTED THIS BEFORE I FINSIHED HOW DARE

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sadaveniren · 1 year

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People who are coming into my ask box talking about exploiting children as if gay men (and women) haven’t been having and using their own biological kids to closet themselves since the dawn of time.

NOTE I’m not saying it’s okay to “exploit children” but it’s ONE OF THE WAYS GAY PEOPLE SURVIVE. THEY HAVE KIDS WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX TO SHOW THEY ARE NOT GAY! Gay people put themselves through forms of corrective rape to try and protect their closet. And so Louis having a kid play actor (obviously we can’t know what the kids knows or doesn’t know but my personal thought is the kid is told he’s an ACTOR) is just a different flavor of that.

And we can get into the entire argument about the exploitation of child actors at a separate time (WHICH WOULDNT BE ON LOUIS IN THIS CASE MIND YOU THIS WOULD BE ON THE KIDS ACTUAL PARENTS WHO ARE PUTTING HIM UP AS AN ACTOR!)

Basically what I’m saying is regardless of what we the fans think or feel Louis’ closet and BG are not OUR problems. They aren’t OUR decisions. They are a product of Louis’ closet and we do not know the behind the scenes reasons these things might still be going on. And also to look at BG in isolation of the last two or so years in terms of Louis “choosing this” completely ignores the fact he DIDNT choose it. He fought against playing dad for SO LONG. If he is still doing there is a reason and that reason might just be it is the most simplistic way to maintain his closet - WHICH IS HE CHOICE.

Walk quickly with me through this hypothetical situation where Louis ends BG AND maintains his closet. BG has been something that has been an internet meme since the beginning. If BG ends the likelihood of Louis being able to maintain his closet without doing something ELSE heterosexual would be near impossible (elounor engagement anyone?) because a lot of his interactions with Eleanor (and women in general) would be scrutinized.

His only other - non ramped up stunt - option would literally be to disappear for a couple years, to let it all die down and hope that things ease up and so by the time he came back nothing was talked about. Maybe going MIA for a couple years isn’t something he wants to do!

You are allowed to be upset that things aren’t ending but a lot of the arguments and talk I see and get sent makes Louis a villain when he’s just trying to survive in the music industry as a gay man. His documentary just got banned in Malaysia for (among other things) pride flags - which he didn’t cut out! Him AND Harry have both performed in countries where homosexuality is criminalized and sneaking pride flags in was an act of extreme courage.

Being closeted is OKAY. It has to be because being secretly gay and alive is better than being openly gay and dead. So please remember… gay people do stuff we may not agree with to protect their closet. Having a child actor spend 3 hours a day acting is really not that serious of a crime. He could have an ACTUAL CHILD who he ACTUALLY was showing off and making money off of ala… oh idk the Kardashians… Beyonce or plenty of other celebrities who make their child part of their brand. It’s not like he’s out here using Freddie to make an adidasxFreddie collab. He is literally just… pretending to have a son that he showed in his documentary because HES CLOSETED. And if he didn’t include him in the documentary that’s meant to show off his life - coupled with the fact he just broke up with Eleanor - would make fans start digging and low tier media would pick it up - just like they did in 2016 with BG.

Just. Please. Critical thinking. Compassion for closeted people. Learn to separate your emotions from choices other people make.

#Harry literally made a whole movie where his character tries to have kids to pretend to be straight #like!!!#please look at the whole picture #both queer culturally and also just… Louis history #in which Sada wanted to make a short post and instead went on a rant #and no this hasn’t come from any one post I just #had a feeling the girlies and theirlies were out here fighting #because it never ends

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bridgyrose · 2 months

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How would you portray if cinder fell to the Ever After either with or without neo? Does she go down a villainous path still?

(If you know me well enough, you know I think Cinder will get worse before getting better, so... here's a small part of how I think things would go down for her with the Ever After fucking with her a bit)

Cinder picked herself up as she panted, eye burning in flame as she looked around the desolate land around her. The acre of the Ever After she found herself in looked much like where Evernight Castle was situated, but she knew she wasnt on Remnant anymore. No, she was in a place similar to “The Girl who Fell Through the World”, a book she had stolen from one of her stepsisters when she was younger. If she was still that kid, being in a place like this would’ve been like a dream come true. A land where she didnt have to worry about the Madame or her daughters, no longer having to worry about wearing that damned shock collar or doing the chores around the hotel. But now, all it was now was a reminder of her failure to get the scepter and the maiden powers from Winter.

A loud, roar-like yell left her lips as she released her anger, the flame in her eye dying down once she was finished. Her arm shook as she tried to collect herself to find a way out. Afterall, if there was a way in, there was a way out. Then, it dawned on her: if she was here, then Ruby and her friends were here too. A second chance to finally rid herself of Ruby. And this time, she could kill her right here without Salem ever finding out.

A grin crossed Cinder’s lips as she finally calmed herself, and she started to make her way through the acre to find someone… anyone… that had seen Ruby or any of her friends. She paused for a moment as she watched a shooting star streak across the sky, her grin fading for a moment as another realization struck. Neo would be here too and would try to kill her again if she saw her. Not that she worried too much. Neo was nothing special compared to other huntsmen. Formidable on her own, but with the maiden powers at her disposal and no reason to keep Neo alive… she was certainly just another loose end to tie up.

No, the only worry she had was whether or not there was a way out of here. Just because there was a doorway in didnt mean there was a doorway out, and killing Ruby too quickly would mean possibly losing a lead to getting out of here. Especially if the large tree in the distance wasnt the way out she thought it’d be. Ruby was a pain, but she certainly was useful when you needed it.

Cinder finally started to walk again as she tried to clear her head once more, making her way towards the tree. That is, until she spotted Neo fighting off a strange creature. She took cover to watch from a distance, pausing for a moment when she saw Neo use her semblance and create a small army of herself. A small issue, nothing she couldnt get past, but something that could be useful. And all she had to do was follow quietly and wait.

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Cinder took quiet steps as she followed behind Ruby and her friends, waiting for the right moment to strike. It had taken a while to track them down, and even longer to get close enough to see that Ruby wasnt alone. And then there was that cat. That damned cat. It had found her first, followed her for what felt like days as she walked from acre to acre, only to leave her when it realized it couldnt change her heart, and now, it seemed glued to Ruby’s side. Though, the longer she watched the cat, the more she felt that something wasnt right with the way it seemed to be leading Ruby and her friends. It wasnt something she should’ve cared about, she wanted Ruby gone anyway, but after having met the cat, listened to it, watched it drag Ruby and her friends along from acre to acre, that cat was planning to use Ruby for something.

Even so, she still followed Ruby in the hopes that she could catch her alone and get rid of her once and for all. And it was well worth the wait. She watched as the cat left Ruby’s side in the market, finally making her an easy target. Or at least as easy of a target as someone could be in a crowded market. There were still plenty of prying eyes watching her, and even if none of them helped, there would still be enough people to point to her direction.

Instead, Cinder kept following, creating a small blade out of flame as she made her way closer to Ruby. She shuffled through a crowd of people as they got between her and Ruby… and then Ruby was gone as if she’d vanished in thin air. In fact, everyone seemed to be gone around her as she found herself walking through what looked like a blacksmith’s shop, the sound of hammering echoing around her.

“Seems like you’re not ready to be her,” a voice echoed through the shop as the sound of a hammer striking steel continued. “And yet, you still managed to find your way here. Seems like you’ve got a lot going on.”

“Who’s there?” Cinder asked angrily, fire practically spewing from her fingertips.

“Just someone who can help remake you,” the voice continued. “Give you a new life to experience.”

Cinder scoffed and turned to leave the shop, pausing when she saw a pair of familiar swords on the wall. She frowned as she picked one up, looking it over and seeing Rhodes’ reflection in the steel. “Is this some kind of joke?”

The hammering of metal stopped as silence permeated the air. Seconds turned into minutes as Cinder waited for an answer, her eyes practically glued to the swords in front of her. Finally, she pulled away and walked out of the shop and to an empty street devoid of any of the denizens that were there before. There was still no sign of Ruby, but it was clear that she had missed something as signs of that strange creature had been here. She let out a fierce growl, slamming her hand against a table that had barely been standing.

Thunder clashed above her as the sky started to darken. Rain fell swiftly down onto her as the flames along her fingertips started to douse away. For a brief moment, she had felt lost, unsure of herself. But as the rain pounded over her, her eyes caught the footsteps of the creature she had seen before. The longer she followed those steps, the more they seemed to change until all that were left were human tracks. And once again, she had her path as the rain started to let up.

If Neo was after Ruby, then Neo would lead her straight to where she needed to be.

#rwby #drabbles #cinder fall

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kirai0daisy · 7 months

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It's been a while since i saw mlbb x reader content, if you know Nolan's character well, can you pls write a nolan x reader fic (fluff)? If it's alright, can reader be a multiversal traveler as well?

Thank you!

NOLAN X MULTİVERSAL TRAVELER!FEMALE!READER HEADCANONS+ONE-SHOT(S)

! IT WİLL BE GOİNG TO 2 PART, AFTER I REALSE THİS ILL SEND THE OTHER PART !

Warnings/Not really warnings: I wanted to make reader female since it would've more fit up with the story, Im so sorry if this is what you werent expecting. Starting with a little bit of angst and ending with a fluff, You are Layla's mom (I thinked so hard to what should ı write for here so I hope you can understand), Killing, Long-waitied times, etc.

PLEASE LİKE MY POST I REALY SPENT MY 2 HOURS ON THİS

IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAİT I WAS SO BUSY WİTH THE CRAM SCHOOL AND SCHOOL😭😭

By the way, not people working for MLBB maked Layla's dad finally come with milk PAHSKSJ- sorry but I think its a little bit funny other then its sad

(I dont know why but while I was writing this, I listened "Panic At The Disco - House Of Memories" I think listening a song that matches with the request, brings me more.. Maketion? (I dont like saying creation)) lets start

I dont know too much about Nolan since he is the new chracter but I'll try my best

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• When Layla, you and NOLAN's brightest star has born, people said bad things will happen to Land Of Dawn. To Eruditio(?). Very bad things that most of the people couldnt even survive.

• No one really tried to save the Land Of Dawn. Other then your husband, Nolan.

• Nolan said he will go to save Eruditio. You have always wondered, why all of the people he needed to go? Why did you guys have needed to be seperated..?

You of course didnt want your husband to be in danger but Nolan said "I will be okey, love. Please dont worry about me and just take care of our 'brightest start'" and hold Layla gently, kissing her forhead and looking at Layla lovingly. Tears were coming to your eyes and making your vision blury. You gulped and didnt said anything while lowering your head a little bit. Nolan noticed this and slowly putted Layla to her little bed and then turned to you.

You were watching him, knowing this is you guys last moments before he need to leave this universe, and maybe not even come back...

He made his way toward to you and gently pulled you to a hug, rubbing your back and stroked your head slowly. As you hug him tightly, scared for him to diseppeir before even telling you. He just kissed your head again and again while you were sliently crying. (NOT 'LOST ON YOU' AND 'M' STARTED TO PLAY WHEN I WAS WRİTİNG THİS, HELP IM GOİNG TO CRY RN 💀) Your head on his chest and hands wrapped around him.

"I'm really sorry my love but we both know that I need to go" you nodded your head and whiped your tears off "I know.. Its just I dont want to be seperated from you" you said looking at him. Nolan smiled sadly "I know love but I'm strong enaugh to come back"

• That night, when Layla was suprisingly sleeping deeply, you guys spend the night together. Cuddling, kissing each other, talking, eating and whatever you guys want to do before he was gone. And you guys sleept together while cuddling to each other.

As you woked up, you already knew there is was something,.. Missing-? When you remembered last night, you looked at the bed but there is was no one. You looked all around the house but only to find a very nice sleeping Layla. It would be so awesome and cute to find her sleeping like that. But you couldnt think of that.

As you understand what was happened, you crouch down and started to cry again quitly while looking at Layla. One of the things Nolan left before not even saying a 'Goodbye' to you...

• Nolan was both feeling a little bit guilty and sad. Why? He was feeling guilty because he didnt said a goodbye to you. But he was know that if he ever talk to you before going, it would be really hard for both of you to leave each other. So he couldnt say anything to you but left a letter and that thing when you open, you guys family picture would show up where no know but only you can find.

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• seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes, hours after hours, days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months and finally, years after years, it has been 12 years.

• Layla, you guys brightest star (the one in my team, who suck plays, and the one in the enemy team, who plays LİKE A BİT-) has been 12 years old now.

• You have collapsed. Both mentaily and pyshcily(?). You haved heavy depression, barely could sleep and eat something. Sure you would seem a little bad to outside. But how could you care? You werent tryna impress anyone after all. The only love you will have is Nolan, the one and only love of your life.

• But of course you didnt raised your daugther bad, you showed her kindness, love, affection (everything my mom didnt showed to me :3), everything a child needs. You didnt raised her spoiled too, she is really cute and perfect.

• But every second you spend without Nolan was like a another dagger getting stuck on your heart. İt was painful. Very painful that you were even suprised how you can spend time without Nolan.

• That was enaugh. Just like how he did to himself, you were going to split your soul in billions or maybe even more. Just to find his true form.

• One of your soul was going to be in here, in eruditio. And the others will be going to find him. Find the love of your love. Find Nolan.

You kissed Layla's cheek while she was sleeping. This is was be the last time the original you is going to see her so you are was going to miss your daugther thats for sure, but your other soul will be took good care of her so you didnt worry too much "We will be reunion together again, my little star"

• As you continue travel multiverse, different universes, helping Nolan's other souls to clean the universes again, again and again, after 4 years of searching Nolan, you have finally find him.

'Another soul.. But at least I'm helping him' you tought to yourself as the Nolan's one of souls told you where you can find him. You thanked him and changed your coordinates. You think the original Nolan have should know what was happening but wasnt really sure.

When you have reach the coordinates, there stands Nolan. But you felt something. Something needy, desperate, (not in that way hornys 😡) and most importantly; missing..

All the souls were the same. But you can select your Nolan out of all those other souls. So when you see him, your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat more faster. And tears were coming to your eyes. You slowly and quitly maded your way towards behind him.

He of course felt a presence. Similar. Very similar to someone.. But suprisingly you werent a monster. You were a human and doesnt have bad initantions. So he just stayed still and acted like he didnt know your presence. He was an assasin, if you are tryna do something to him, he would be quick to react.

You get behind him only 3 steps and then you could have reunion again. Why did you stop? You dont know too. Tears were coming from your eyes "Nolan.." you said quitly but only for him to hear.

A voice. Very fimilar one. His eyes widened and slowly turned around. Only to see his only lover "My Love-?" he said.

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EYO FİNALLYYYY. I FİNALLY FİNİSHED THİS PART. ILL SEND THE OTHER ONE AS FAST AS I CAN. BUT PLEASE LOVE MY POST SO I CAN GET WHAT I DESERVE

#request

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xlovedrug · 13 days

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ASKING YOU OUT !!

❝ asking you / being asked out + how long they've liked you ❞

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k

pairings: ot8 x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption (seungmin), lmk if i missed any

❪ ❥ . bang chan, 방찬 ❫

— bang chan liked you for a total of five months, he didn't know if you were single, or even interested in dating and didn't wanna make you uncomfortable.

— you had seen each other around town a lot, mainly at the grocery store you first met, considering it was local.

— five months went by and admittedly, you really liked chan, he was attractive and sweet.

— he had invited you to accompany him to a party his friends were throwing, and you agreed, dressing casual because he told you to.

— when you walked into the small get together, and one of chan's friends comes barrelling over, hair tyed back and glass of orange juice in hand, you cant help but feel at home.

— "CHAN! oh, my gosh. save me, please, minho-형 (hyung) is trying to shove tissues down my throat!" the boy yells, shoving chan into the wall and he hides behind him ( despite being much taller than him ).

— you smile at the taller boy and he clicks into a proper stance again, "oh, that was so rude of me. im so sorry! hi, i'm hyunjin! you must be chan's girlfriend!" he introduced bowing politely.

— both you and chan decline being together and hyunjin speaks again, this time directed towards chan. "this is y/n, right? the girl you never shut up about."

— soon after hyunjin leaves, mainly because you assume minho had located him.

— "so you talk about me?" you ask as you guys further into the house. chan's ears redden as he scratches the back of his neck.

— "about that..." he starts but you just smile, "save the explanation for the date." you say, and chan perks up at the mention, watching as you walk ahead.

— "a date?" he asks, you turn back to look at him, "up to you." you say back before saying you hellos to his other friends.

❪ ❥ . lee minho, 이민호 ❫

— lee minho liked you for around 2 years before he asked you out.

— you both had already graduated and were still in contact with one another, often times making arrangements to meet up as friends.

— when minho asked you out, you didnt really register it was a date until he showed up at your door with flowers.

— a gasp escaped your lips unintentionally as you took the flowers from him, it dawning on you this was in fact a date, not a friendship date.

— despite your shocked expression, minho lets out a laugh.

— he offers you his hand, which you gladly take, your face feeling hot from your obliviousness towards his pursuits.

❪ ❥ . seo changbin, 시창빈 ❫

— seo changbin had liked you for about 4 months before it all happened.

— he had come to the café at least once a week, sometimes even showing up multiple times.

— usually he was on coffee duty but sometimes he came in just for himself, you were able to tell the difference on each one because he always either put one or two fingers up.

— one particular day came around and changbin walked into the café, holding up one finger, much to his surprise you had already made his drink for him.

— "oh!" escaped his lips as he looked at the drink which was held in your hand. a small laugh leaves your mouth.

— "i was hoping you'd come in today, binnie-오빠 (oppa)!" you smile as he finally takes the drink from your hand.

— he looks at you and cocks his head to the side, egging you to continue. "well, i wanted to ask you something 오빠. would you like to go on a date with me sometime this week?" despite your calm and smiling face your hand gripped onto the cloth you had used to clean the milk-steamer.

— changbin's jaw drops as he looks at you for a moment, "yes! i mean.. yeah, sure." he says. "cool, i wrote my number on your cup so, text me sometime and we'll arrange it together."

❪ ❥ . hwang hyunjin, 황현진 ❫

— hwang hyunjin liked you for 10 years, but refrained from saying anything due to your close-knit relationship with yujin.

— the day you both turned 11 was when hyunjin realised he had the fattest, juiciest crush on you.

— thats why he always defended you from his cousin's relentless teasing.

— yujin was the one to figure him out and have him ask you out, knowing both of y'all would be too shy without her prompting.

— the day hyunjin asked you out was the same day you were gonna ask HIM out

— you immediately said yes and blushed together for hours ( you wish that was you, huh. )

❪ ❥ . han jisung, 한지성 ❫

— han jisung had liked you for 3 years before he mustered up the courage and said something about his feelings.

— he was taking pictures of you on his camera, smiling as you gently ran through the snow that was covering the sidewalk.

— "jiji! come on!" you call out, politely telling him to stop taking photos and have fun.

— he put the camera down from his eye and smiled, showing you his smile as he began to run through the hefty piles of snow.

— "get back here!" he yells chasing after you, "never!" you shout back, laughing as you bent down to grab the snow.

— "y/n, no!" he yells pointing at you with his glove clad fingers.

— "y/n, yes!" you call back, chucking the snow directly at his face.

— he stands there shocked for a moment, before whipping the snow off his face, some still sticking and melting into his eyebrows and fluttering off his eyelashes as he blinked.

— "oh, this is war!" he yells, running at you, as fast as he could considering the snow was slowing him down.

— a terrified, regret-filled squeal leaves your lips as you try to run away, falling face first into the snow accidentally.

— jisung lets out henious laughter as he falls to the ground beside you, "oi!" you say as you begin to laugh too.

— "this is your fault." you accuse, a smile on your lips, as you finally wipe the snow off your face, "how!?" he calls back, looking at you in disbelief.

— "fine... how about i make it up to you." he says, realising you weren't gonna back down against the accusation you both knew was false. you look over at him in a side-eye.

— "i'll take you on a date."

❪ ❥ . lee felix, 이펠릭스 ❫

— lee felix liked you since produce 48, bro was smitten the day you were introduced and it lasted until this very day.

— you and felix were obviously mutually pining for each other for years, many clips of the two of you stating each other as biases in iz*one/nmixx and skz respectively and as celebrity crushes

— wiz*one/nswers and stays ate these up, biggest ship in kpop. ( some fans were pissy but even celebrities were shipping yall )

— you and felix would interact on stage, and your most popular places to interact would be when you were an mc.

— after the airing ended for the day's episode on mcountdown, felix made his way over to you.

— "hey! you did great out there today." he compliments, blonde hair falling over his eyes as he bows his head gently.

— "oh, 오빠! thank you so much! you guys were incredible." you say back, trying to ignore the way felix's ears reddened at the compliment.

— "y/n, you don't have to call me 오빠, id like it if you called me felix instead." he informs, avoiding eye contact, you nod and smile.

— as felix goes to walk away, you call for him, "wait! felix, i was... i was wondering if you wanted to, maybe go out with me sometime." you say, watching as felix's mouth falls agape.

— "like a date?" he asks, you begin to panic but felix just laughs before nodding, "yeah, i'd love to go on a date with you."

❪ ❥ . kim seungmin, 김승민 ❫

— kim seungmin, although contrary to popular belief, liked you for 7 months before he agreed to go on a date with you.

— everyone, including you, thought seungmin hated you, y'all were enemies. even your parents thought you and seungmin were enemies.

— maybe he really was feeling devious ( he claims ) that night, but you're sure it was the alcohol this man had.

— "n/n (nickname)" he says dragging out the last letter, causing you to eye him down awkwardly as he clings to your arm.

— "what is up with you." you asks, grabbing bottled water from the fridge, the two of you were alone on the kitchen.

— "what?? cant i talk to the girl i like?" he asks swaying into you slightly, you freeze, bottle almost touching your lips you stare at him wide eyes.

— "gosh, how much did you drink! give me that!" you say, grabbing his glass filled with beer from him, "no! n/n, give it back!" he calls, leaning over you as you hold the drink away.

— "no, you're drinking water from now on." you state, pushing the bottle of water into his hands. he pouts at you.

— he begins to giggle and blabber nonsense throughout the night, you were sure one of the other boys gave him another drink to drown out his begging, before you grab his wrist and drag him to bed.

— "we'll talk in the morning, sleep." you say, watching as seungmin pouts as you lay him down on his bed.

— seungmin wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache, a water and an ibuprofen set out on his beside table with a small note beside it.

— it had your number and when he texted you, you talked about the night before, before he came clean and asked you on a date.

❪ ❥ . yang jeongin, 양정인 ❫

— yang jeongin had the slightest crush on you the second chan showed a photo of you alongside hannah and lucas, but the crush only grew when you complimented his braces.

— he has literal hearteyes for you.

— jeongin and you texted everyday, mainly on instagram after you went back onto australia, sending one another memes and reels daily.

— you guys communicated in "real" "us" "me" "you" "bro" "literally"

— jeongin had found out you were coming back to korea and was super excited, but you were bummed he found out and you couldn't surprise both him and chan.

— 'i've been meaning to ask you this for awhile now, when you're back in korea, would you like to go on a date with me? it's okay if not' was what he sent you for you to wake up to the day of your flight.

— 'i'd love to innie, cya soon!' you respond before getting ready.

taken from my wattpad @ -quintessence__

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