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gay-dorito-dust · 22 days

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How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)

Dick: he’s insulted.

Gutted.

He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.

‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’

He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.

He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.

Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)

Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.

It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.

He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.

Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)

Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀

When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.

You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.

Damian:

As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.

Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.

So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.

‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.

Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.

So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.

He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.

He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.

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merlincmgirl · 6 months

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Your Boys To The Rescue

Summary: You've somehow managed to get trapped in the refresher and it's up to your boys in the Torrent Company to come get you out.

Author's Note: So this is my first clone fic, and the first fic I've written in ages! I was heavily inspired by the tiktok (link below). Please be kind, I hope that I was able to capture everyone right. Can be seen as pre-relationship or platonic reader x torrent company.

Characters: Rex, Kix, Jesse, Fives, Hardcase, Tup, Dogma

Word count: 2020

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe12t8Sr/

You were mortified. Absolutely mortified. Hearing the voices on the other side of the door, arguing between themselves was not making you feel any better. You desperately wanted to disappear but there was no chance of that, not while the kriffing refresher door was stuck.

It was just your luck you decided to shower in the refresher attached to your office. The work you had been doing was still piled high on your desk, and you thought a nice warm shower would be just the thing to relax you and prepare you for the unending amount of flimsi you had to go through. It had been going so well until you realised that you had left your clean uniform in your office and went to go get it, only a towel wrapped around you. A simple, honest mistake that was now costing you because the door was jammed. It refused to open, no matter how many times you had tried.

That had been when Captain Rex had knocked on your office door, wishing to talk to you about some report that you had sent over to him. Your desperation to get out of the refresher outweighed your pride as you banged loudly on the metal door, begging him to help you out and find a way to open the door. He had tried everything to open the door by himself, but after trying everything he could, he had to call in reinforcements.

Now, you were leaning against the counter, towel covering your modesty as Torrent Company tried to either break down the door (Hardcase had swiftly received a slap off someone for that suggestion); or slice the mechanics/electrics of the door to at least slide it open to get you out of there. That suggestion was greatly preferred.

“Mesh’la, how you doing in there?” Rex called through the door. He sounded quite close to it and you shuffled forward so that he could hear you better over the small curses of his men and the sound of tools.

“I’m fine Captain, just… bit cold in here” you admitted, rubbing up and down your arms to try and bring some warmth into them. It had been about half an hour since you got out of the shower, and the cool metal of the room was not helping you at all.

“We’ll warm you up as soon as you as we get you out of here” Hardcase assured, followed swiftly by a cry of pain.

“Hardcase!”

“What?! It was a joke! Lighten up a little Dogma!” Hardcase complained, not sounding a bit sorry about what he said. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker, used to the clone’s brand of humour.

“Knock it off you two. How are we in getting this door open?” Rex rebuked, bringing them back on task.

“It’s not looking good. Looks like it might be a manual override” you heard Jesse admit quietly. Groaning at your misfortune, you began to pace up and down, as much as you could anyway in the tiny refresher. “Don’t worry, cyare, we’ll get you out of there soon” Jesse promised, not wanting to upset you even more.

“Boys, perhaps we should get a service droid in to fix it?” you suggested, leaning your head against the metal door. It was soothing and brought you out of your head a little.

“We’ve got this, cyar’ika! They teach us slicing in ARC training” Fives bragged, making his brothers groan and tell him to shut up.

“If that was the case, Rex would have been able to get me out. This rate, I’m going to have to give my briefings through the door dressed in a towel!” you complained, unable to help the little pout that pulled at your lips. It was the least you deserved, especially as you had a morning briefing with the Admiral and Generals.

“At least you’d look hot, cyar’ika!” Fives flirted with you, making you smile.

“Not helping Fives!” you chuckled, going back to pacing again.

There was a large creak before lots of cursing and cries of pain. “What happened?” you demanded, rushing to the door and trying to pry it open with your bare hands.

“These di’kuts pulled the wrong circuits and got shocked for their troubles!” a grumbled voice came from further away in your office. You knew that voice, even if it was the same as his millions’ of brothers. Kix was here. Rex must have called him when he had went to get the others.

“Your bedside manner needs work vod!” Jesse complained, shaking his head and going back to the door along with Fives and Hardcase.

“Rex! You called Kix? But I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all!” you argued with the Captain. Now there was even more people to witness your shame and embarrassment.

“Just a precaution, Mesh’la. You can’t be too careful” Rex answered, and you could already imagine the smirk on his face at that. You didn’t like to be checked over by the medics, especially if there were clones who were also injured. You would rather put them in front of you.

“Hey, I think we’ve got it. Stand away from the door ma’am” Tup soft voice warned you. It warmed your inside at how caring these boys was to you.

“Thanks Tup, but there’s not much room in here if it falls in” you informed him, standing as far back as you can.

“Oh wait a minute! I think that’s it!” Fives muttered, voice rising in excitement. By the force you hoped that they had finally got it.

“There’s a piece right there!” Hardcase pointed out, tinkling with the tools in his hand.

“You see that piece right there?” Dogma asked, leaning over his brothers’ shoulders to poke at it. Kix pulled him back before he could get sparked.

“Yeah, yeah, I see it. Hold on” Jesse grunted, trying to move around Hardcase to be able to fix it in place.

“Just hold it right there, no. Not there, di’kut, where I’m pointing! Tup keep the torch still!” Fives grumbled, as his brothers were not helping him at all. You sighed, it had been like this for half an hour, all of them sniping and snapping at each other.

“No, you have to pull it up to the side” Hardcase argued instead.

“I am keeping it still!” Tup added.

“Someone just get General Skywalker! I’m sure he’d be able to fix it in no time!” you begged, desperate to get out of the kriffing refresher and into bed to catch a few hours of sleep before you had to go back to work.

“Men!” Rex’s sharp voice cut through their argument. “Don’t worry mesh’la, I promise they’re nearly done. Just a few more minutes” Rex soothed, hearing how frazzled you were becoming with the situation.

Sighing heavily, you waited for the door to open. You loved these idiots, but god did you feel like killing them right now. They could have their arguments later, but all you wanted was to get out. You didn’t want to be stuck in a refresher all your life. There was plans on the horizon for your future, not dying in the refresher because of the kriffing door!

There was a loud twang and your heart leapt into your throat as you hoped it was the mechanism for the door. But still nothing happened. It kept stubbornly in it’s jam.

“I wouldn’t drive it in though” Dogma frowned, shaking his head at his brothers’ rough work with the delicate pieces of machinery.

“Shut up Dogma!” Jesse huffed back.

“He almost had it then!” Hardcase assured his brother, as the wire in front of them shifted back to where it wasn’t meant to be.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Don’t push it!”

“AHH FIVES! I said DON’T push it!” Jesse cried, as he almost had it again but it slipped through his fingers as Fives moved his screwdriver slightly.

“Well I thought you meant push it!” Fives complained, and you couldn’t help but laugh, burying your head into your hands. The vode always made you laugh, even in the direst of situations.

There was some rattling and without any resistance, the doors pulled apart, revealing the group of men by the door. Hardcase, Jesse, Fives and Dogma was squashed around the panel housing the controls. Tup standing behind them, torch in hand. Rex and Kix was standing in the doorway, both of them looking you over.

“Ooh!” you squeaked out, clutching onto your towel tighter.

Rex, realising that him and his men was getting a good look at you in your towel, quickly snapped out of his heated gaze and turned to address the men. “Eyes front and centre soldiers!” he barked out, making them snap to attention and face forward.

“Er… Captain… I’m still front and centre” you mumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks as Fives winked at you.

“Oh… right… sorry Mesh’la. Avert your eyes!” Rex ordered, voice wavering slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that the Captain’s cheeks were becoming a little redder.

“Hey, cyar’ika, how are you feeling? Any shaking? Signs of hypothermia?” Kix asked, jumping straight into his medic role as he came over to scan you.

“How come he gets to look?” Hardcase complained, making you blush even more.

“Because I’m a medic, and a professional! You might want to look that up, vod!” Kix retorted, before turning back to you. “Anyway, are you experiencing any symptoms of dizziness, nausea?” Kix questioned, running an eye over you as you shivered slightly.

“I’m fine. Just a bit dizzy and tired… and hungry” you admitted, rubbing the back of your neck abashedly.

“Hmm, we should get you sitting down and something to help warm you up” Kix nodded, turning to his commanding officer. Rex nodded, instructing Tup to go and get you something warm from the mess hall.

“Thank you guys, I don’t know what I would do without you” you bid the troopers behind Kix. Tup nodded swiftly and hurried out the room, the back of his neck colouring.

“Come sit down” Rex encouraged, hand coming over to your elbow to help guide you into your office and onto the couch that you had smuggled in with the men’s help last time that you were planet-side.

Rex and Kix helped you to sit down, Kix busying with making sure that you were okay and not hiding anything. “Honestly Kix, I’d tell you if I weren’t doing good. I’m just a bit cold, that’s all. I promise, nothing to worry about” you assured, not noticing the towel fall open on your thigh.

Rex coughed, making his men spin around, mumbling apologies and excuses not to look your way. “I think that’s enough gawking for one night. You’re dismissed” Rex stated, crossing his arms and standing in front of you, trying to block you from sight.

“Wait! Before you go, you’ll have to let me know how I can repay you for this” you called after them, resting your hand on Rex’s back to help push him gently to one side so you could see your rescuers.

“You can buy us a drink at 79’s if you really want” Jesse suggested, making you beam. That was an easy thing for you to do to repay them for their kindness and help.

“Done!” you agreed, before you remembered a conversation with General Kenobi last time you were on shore leave with the 212th. “Wait! I thought you got drinks free at 79s!” you frowned, as they were nearly out the door.

“Oh the beer we do. The cocktails… well that’s all on you now cyare” Fives teased, before pushing Dogma and Jesse out the door in front of him.

You gaped after their retreating forms. What had you just gotten yourself into?

“I hope you have a lot of money, ad’ika” Kix shook his head, finishing his checks on you and pulling the scanner down.

“Because they’re going to bleed you dry, Mesh’la” Rex chuckled wryly, amused at your surprised at being played by his men.

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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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is it just platonic?

alternatively: please stop flirting

in which she and logan can’t help but flirt with each other in public, but it’s always disregarded as them being mega best friends

(series masterlist)

“how has the weekend gone for you so far? have you visited any local ice cream parlours yet with oscar and logan?”

she smiles, pressing her lips together. “the weekend, as you can see, isn’t going that well for me. the car is feeling like it’s also a little under the weather, but hopefully it all comes together tomorrow in the third practice,” she sighs. “but no, i haven’t found the time to visit ice cream parlours yet. it’s been a pretty busy week.”

logan, who’s doing an interview next to her, pauses his own interview. he scooches closer to her and pokes his head towards her mic. “that’s because she was preoccupied with her sponsorship with dolce and gabbana!”

“oh, she’s the reason you’re deprived of the goodness of some local gelato goodness?”

“exactly.”

“yeah,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “but, i’ve got to be looking good somehow — dolce and gabbana have got some of the best clothes!”

“oh, what are you wearing?” logan smiles, flicking his hands to get her to take a step back. “a good relationship’s been fostered after all your hard work, i see.”

“of course! i’m wearing their garden print — i just love flowers,” she beams, twirling around when logan makes the gesture with her hand. she takes a step forward and leans into the microphone. “thank you, dolce and gabbana for sponsoring me. if rihanna is watching this, i’m also begging for a sponsorship; your makeup lasts me entire races.”

“wow, the sponsor is sponsoring!” logan laughs. “she looks so pretty, doesn’t she?”

he looks away briefly, bending down to pet the black cat that has decided to walk up to him with its chin up, begging for some attention. when he looks back at his phone, comments continue to flood in as he livestreams.

“oh, you guys want to see (y/n)!” he beams, slowly getting up from his seat on the couch. “she’s been getting ready for media day for like… an hour now. she’s in her room.”

he knocks on her door, humming when she yells for him to come in. he flips the camera, showcasing his secret girlfriend in all her half-ready glory for the day they’ve got ahead of them.

“look at this pretty girl trying to be prettier!” logan compliments her, his hand darting out to squeeze her shoulder. “tell her to leave some ‘pretty’ for other girls, please!”

“oh, hey!” she smiles, her makeup brush in hand as she swipes on her cheek. she puts her hands down. “you’re live on instagram?”

“yeah.”

“oh, hi, you guys!” she shrieks, puckering her lips out to give the camera a kiss. “as you can see, logan’s being useless when he can simply just be in here with me helping me curl my hair.”

“don’t tell people i know how to do that!” logan frowns, flipping the camera back to him. he sighs when comments start flooding in about how sweet that gesture is. “don’t be fooled — she forced oscar and i to learn how to do her hair when she had a shoulder injury when she was 14. that’s the only reason i do her hair sometimes.”

“yeah! only when we’re late!” she giggles away from the camera. “he’s so thoughtful like that.”

the camera shakes, slowly being pulled away from logan with his confused stare. “show them your outfit too; give the people what they came for.”

she flips the camera, pointing it at logan who holds his arms out. “wow, look at this absolute fashionista for media day!” she jokes. “all the girls will be so all over him!”

“you’d be one of them, right?”

“of course! i’ve got priority in line, remember?”

kidy/n

🎵 taylor swift - king of my heart

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kidy/n people don’t even ask to hang out anymore, they just barge into your room and take pictures of you and sit there in silence for hours

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oscarpiastri people don’t even ask me to hang out anymore (i’m talking about you and logan)

user1 this is my thirteenth reason

oscarpiastri same lol

logansargeant MAAAAAYBE if u answered ur phone every once in a while idk

lilyzneimer they always ask me to hang out though

user2 hello song choice?

user3 i swear she’s dating someone but i just can’t place a finger on it

user4 wdym she’s dating logan (i’m delusional)

user5 nurse help

user6 no cause i need them to start dating for the betterment of my mental health

logansargeant lol but i take the best pics so like ???

kidy/n true u should quit f1 and be my fulltime photographer

logansargeant sending my resignation letter rn brb

williamsracing literally don’t do that

logansargeant i only take pics of things i find pretty

kidy/n k

user7 im guna need u to reciprocate the energy maam

user8 logan shooting nothing but airballs

user9 go girl give us nothing

user10 mOVE, white man, i saw hER FIRST

logansargeant photogenic people should always get their pictures taken

user11 thank u for ur service

user12 moving in with my best friend rn hoping they take pictures of me as good as this

kidy/n dont do it its a trap

logansargeant

🎵 5 seconds of summer - lover of mine

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logansargeant people don’t even ask to hang out anymore, they just barge into your room and tell you to get up and be ready in 5 minutes

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oscarpiastri yay i was invited this time

kidy/n by default

logansargeant i beat ur ass so bad u wished u hadnt come along

lilyzneimer i was on the winning team hehe

user1 thats a very y/n thing to do actually

logansargeant i know it’s just annoying becauseit’s her

kidy/n i know u didnt just say that

user2 oooooo the girls are fighting!!

oscarpiastri i brought my camera im ready

user3 the matching captions? sus 👁️

user4 ahh the voices are winning

user5 i cant do this again with u rn

kidy/n yeah he’s not original enough to come up with his own

kidy/n omg wow!! so athletic of u!!!

logansargeant if f1 ever doesnt work out 🤨

kidy/n not padel bc i kinda crushed u on the court lol

user6 i need video evidence of this happening

logansargeant I LET YOU WIN STOP TELLING PEOPLE U CRUSHED ME

kidy/n omg how do u still look so cute sweating and all!! a true superpower imo

user7 can u fight?

kidy/n no but u can have him if u want

user8 easier than i thought

kidy/n looking for hot single ladies in ur area?

alex_albon ?

user9 pick mE choose me love me

kidy/n look no further i’m right here baby girl

alex_albon did u just call a grown ass man baby girl

lilymhe romance isn’t dead

#logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant x you #female driver #fem!driver #f1 female driver #f1 x you #f1 #disneyprincemuke #disneyprincemuke imagine #disneyprincemuke imagines #disneyprincemuke f1 #disneyprincemuke ial #disneyprincemuke vr

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nogenderbee · 27 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦- ℕ𝕆 𝕎𝔸𝕀𝕋 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @nenes-numberonefan request: HELLOOO

ima request the same thing i requested @/mizu-nights but i’m a silly goose and i wanna see everyone’s style of writing

basically can i request rui, nene and tsukasa x reader (separate) and they have a platonic relationship with our beloved y/n but then they accidentally confess their love to the reader, sort of like the verse “the time is right your perfume fills my head the stars are red and oh the nights so blue, and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like i love you ❤️” from the song something stupid. thank youuu xxxxxx love youuuuuu 😍😍😍🥶😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍(very hyper rn)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ HIIII!! Yeah absolutely! I don't tho songfics normally tho, so I just based on your description and hopefully that's gonna be good enough!

But omg, the moment I saw this, I wanted to run to mizu-nights and read it because I apparently missed this fic- but NOPE I didn't wanted to accidentally write the same thing sooo I held myself back ^^

I totally did not copy lines from event for Tsukasa part-

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Affiliation with @virtualbookstore

You've agreed to help Tsukasa with practicing for his upcoming performance, Romeo&Julia. He got the role of Romeo while his other friend from troupe got Julia. He just wanted someone to help him get that feeling of saying it right to soemone's face and... maybe he had planned something more too?

"O Juliet! Sun of my life! I beg of you, allow me your fair hand in marriage!!"

He was now on his one knee, holding your hand like pure gentleman with his left hand. This made you both happy and regretful for agreeing to help him... it's obviously very sweet to see him like this but it's also not helping your feelings for him... and you could swear you're blushing...

"Sweet Y/N...!"

But then he said your name... and you finally looked at him just to see him clearly in state of daydreaming, not stopping reciting next lines, so you had to stop him before he gives more hints than you can handle!

"Wait, wait... wasn't the second main character's name Juliet? Why did you say my name...?"

His face immidietly gained red hue and his hand didn't stop holding your gently. His eyes still looked focused on yours as if he haven't woke up from his dreamland, but his words told you his state was something completely else than you imagined...

"Y-Yes I know..."

You could only stare at him in slight shock... you didn't knew what to say and so did he. He was barely holding himself from turning it into a play someway... but he repeated one sentence in his head, "go big or go home", if he blurted it out, might as well go along?

"O Y/N, sun of my life, I beg of you, allow me to take you on a date!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan - come get your future star!

You and Nene were hanging out on a rooftop at Kamiyama. Even if you're from Miyamasuzaka, let's say Emu teached you a trick or two~ So either way, you can enjoy your time with your dear friend!

You leaned in, wanting to see what she's playing and for once, instead of seeing shooting or rhythm game, you found her playing some... visual novel? Or was it otome game?

"Hey Nene? Are you playing... otome game?"

"Mhm, yeah."

She responded, clearly way into the game to process what she's saying. But that never was a problem for you since she still responded and was honest if anything when she was in this state.

"Look, you can even name your love interest~"

You looked at the screen with even more interest and saw 2 names... "Nene" and "Y/N". You get why her name would be here but yours? Were you... no way, right?

"Is... is Y/N the name of your... ingame love interest?"

"Yeah, real love interest too."

She finally looked up from her phone right at you with this soft and charming smile, when she saw your blush she was even confused for a second! Untill she realized... she just blurted it out, didn't she?

"Oh- uh- I mean... not like... Like..."

Now it was her blushing like crazy not knowing what to say... she was clearly between 2 thoguhts and had no idea which to choose... oh did you know it was all about if she should tell you the truth or a lie...

"Am I actually~?"

You couldn't help but encourage her a bit, hoping to hear the truth. If she actually saw YOU as the love interest, the real one! Or... if it's just a misunderstanding...

And luckily, you didn't had to wait for long because right after your question, she gave you a little nod, easy to miss if you blinked... but her blushing face and the way she looked away would tell you it either way~

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bl4cktourmaline @nenes-numberonefan - come get your shy gamer~

Rui has texted you he forgot his coat from his house. And you as good friend, agreed to bring it to Pheonix Wonderland. He made sure you get a free ticket after all! So how could you say no to free fun at amusement park AND helping out your dear friend?

When you finally arrived at the Wonder Stage, you saw him tinkering with the robot, untill he heard someone's footsteps... his mood immidietly lighting up once he saw it's you!

"You're finally here! And I see you got my coat with you~ I can't express how glad I am for your help~"

"Don't mention it! You offered me a free ticket for that so how could I've said now?!"

He chuckled and finally came over to get his coat back, which you gave him back. And in another second, he had it on!

"But still, you're a great person for bringing it to me at THIS HOUR."

"Awh~ Don't you melt here or I'm gonna melt too!"

You couldn't brush off how sweet it was and opened your arms for quick friendly hug, since you clearly had a bit of appreciation moment going on.

"No, I mean it... you're such a sweetheart... I really couldn't avoid falling for you~"

"Huh-? What?"

After your questioning, he finally got a hang of himself pulling away with faint blush, clearly not knowing what to do. But his first reflex was to lie...

"I-I mean..."

But he seemed to stop himself... he realized lying would only make it last longer... so he decided to pull himself together, take big breath in and take the risk.

"Yes... I'm really sorry. I'm aware this is probably gonna break our friendship but... I indeed did fell for you..."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @r4wrclwz @superstar-ethereal - come get your crazy inventor~

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,388

Themes: Platonic Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Some Angst

!Warnings!: Some Homophobia Violence (none of it comes from you or any of our main men and isn't graphic) and some !18+! Suggestive Talk

About: You and Soap have been best friends for many, many years and are completely inseparable. When he is home from a mission one night, he invites you to y'alls usual late night talks in the park, except this time it is different.

Notes: I'm a little iffy about this one but I hope y'all enjoyed it and I promise I will do more Ghost x Reader soon I just wanted to give Soap some love. I am gonna pick Bonnie again for this fic but for my next Soap x Reader I will pick another name to use and reader also has a accent in this. And this is an AU were Graves and Shepard aren't traitors (even though Shepard is the absolute worst). Enjoy!

“What a damn day..” I mumble to myself as I saunter into my apartment.

Today was a rough and busy day at the job, but at least I was off for the next two days so I can just relax with a good beer and watch some good TV and maybe even catch up on some reading. There’s so much you can do in two days of freedom. Speaking of beer, I think I will have one now. As I was walking into the kitchen to grab a beer, my phone started ringing. That’s weird, nobody really ever calls me this late at night. Probably my mum. I grabbed my phone to look to see.

Soap 🧼 is calling..

Oh Johnny! Damn it’s been a day or two since I heard from him, he must’ve just now gotten a break from the mission he was currently on. I answered it quickly.

“Johnny!” I greet him.

“Hey Bonnie.”

“You doing alrigh’, mate?” I ask.

“Meh could be better.”

“You back home yet?”

Silence was met between the two of us. I knew Johnny was still on the line for I could still hear his breathing on the other side. Usually he is a big converser, so he must be tired.

“Johnny?”

“Can you meet me now? Please.” Johnny begged.

This was unusual for Johnny. He sounded frantic, worried and even scared. I knew exactly what he was talking about. Everytime he would come home from missions, we would meet out at the park nearby to talk about his mission and anything that happened while he was gone. I assume he was back home if he was frantically asking to meet up with me.

“Yeah, of course. I just got home so it will be a minute. Are you okay?” I ask, hearing his tone that was out of character for him.

Johnny was silent for a moment except for his shaky breaths. What happened Johnny?

“MacTavish. Are you okay? Are you safe?” I asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m safe. I promise. I’ll be at our usual spot.” Johnny told me.

“Okay, be there in ten.” I said, going through my clothes to find something to throw on.

“A’ight.”

Johnny then hung up the phone and I couldn’t help but feel a very sour taste in my mouth from that. I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny sound so..scared. Man goes into battle with a high risk of dying and would always retell it to me as if it was nothing but a walk in the park. Something must’ve happened to make him really scared. I eventually found a long sleeved t-shirt, some lounging pants, and mismatched socks to put on and did just so. I thought maybe I should bring some tequila or bourbon but then again, Johnny always told me what to bring and this time he didn’t. Fuck it, I’ll bring it just in case. You never know. I grabbed some bourbon, slipped my shoes on, grabbed my keys, and rushed out the door, knowing Johnny is probably waiting for me.

“There ya are, MacTavish.” I announced my presence as I made my way to the park bench he was sitting on.

“‘Ey, Bonnie.” Johnny softly said.

Okay, something definitely has happened. Normally Johnny would come up to me and greet me with a bear hug or even a handshake when he first sees me, but now he was sitting still and speaking oh so softly to me. What’s going on?

“What’s going on, Soap? Talk to me. You sounded panicked over the phone.”

I sit next in front of him, offering my hand for comfort. Johnny immediately took it and held it, squeezing it even. Johnny and I have been best friends for many, many years now that you could consider us as non-blood siblings. We talk to each other about everything, do just about everything together, and are always there for each other. As we grew up, everyone thought we would end up together as a couple but we never did. We just stayed really, really close best friends and stuck with each other through the thick end. And yes we have had some arguments, as any normal pair of siblings would, but that was mostly when we were younger. Now we are both older adults, we just bicker at each other until the other gets annoyed enough to just ignore the other. Johnny kept squeezing my hand, and I could even feel him shaking. And it’s not from the cold weather that’s going on right now.

“Johnny..” I reminded him that I was here.

His bright blue eyes looked up at me. He looked terrified.

“Lass, talk to me.” I reassure him, leaning in close to him, “you know you don’t need to be scared with me.”

“I know..” He softly said.

He was finding the words to say to me, but I will sit out all night if that’s what it takes for him to talk to me.

“Something..happened, during my mission.” Johnny started.

“Go on.” I ushered him.

Johnny paused once more, still trying to gather up the right words to say.

“You want somethin’ to relax ya?” I offer the bottle of bourbon to him.

He stares at it for a few seconds before shaking his head.

“No, but thank you, Bonnie. I appreciate it. I appreciate you very much.”

I know he wasn’t necessarily thanking me for thinking about him by bringing him the bourbon, but for just being there for him in general.

“Remember last time we talked?” Johnny asked me.

I racked my brain to remember and luckily I did.

“Of course I do. You were talkin’ about how Price was cursing under his breath about how he lost a damn good cigar when the airplane crashed.” I recalled.

Johnny chuckled when I said that. Of course we talked about much more than that, but I figured I’d try and lift his spirits a little.

“I had to hold back me laughter when I heard that over the coms.” Johnny admitted.

“I don’t blame ya.”

I have met Price plenty of times and you can tell he cares about the boys a lot but also doesn't take shit from nobody. Would offer his shoulder to cry on but will get pissed at them if they touch his whiskey kinda guy. The mood quickly went back to the way it was before, so it was time to be serious.

“You mentioned to me how you were working through your feelings and emotions. As well as who you are attracted to.”

The second it left my mouth, Johnny’s eyes wallowed in tears. I squeezed his hand as he sniffled in response and leaned his head forward, his forehead resting on our locked hands.

“Johnny..” I call him, rubbing his head.

Suddenly Johnny broke out into incoherent sobs. Tears ran down my hand as he just sobbed and sobbed.

“Johnny, come here.” I called him as I got up quickly and got next to him so I could hug him.

Johnny immediately accepted my hug, sobbing into my shoulder.

“I’m so stupid, stupid..stupid.”

I heard Johnny mumble through his sobs. I held him tightly, rubbed his back, and cooed at him with as many comfort words as I could think of. What in the bloody hell happened?

“Johnny you’re not stupid.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not Johnny. I am here for you always. No matter what it is.” I reassured him, hoping to soothe him a little bit.

Johnny managed to finally calm down a little bit and I let him pull away from me.

“I’m sorry..I just..”

“Don’t you apologize you wanker. You never ever have to apologize with me, Johnny and you bloody know that.” I gently got onto him.

He knows better than that.

“Just talk to me. Tell me what happened so I can help you out.” I told him while squeezing his shoulders.

Johnny wiped his face clean and managed to calm down, just enough to talk to me.

“We were out at dis bar where we were stationed at. And at that poin’, the only person I ever told about how I was feeling internally was Simon.” Johnny started.

“Does he accept you?”

“Fuck yes he does. He told me ‘I don’t bloody care if you’re gay or what, you’re still my teammate and friend, Johnny.’”

I felt relief wash over when he told me that. You’re a bloody good guy, Simon Riley.

“That’s good, Johnny.” I say.

“Yeah,” Johnny sighed before continuing, “it was aye, Simon, Gaz, Price, Laswell, Shepard, and Graves there. Um, there were these arseholes who were picking on a kid who was dressed very femininely. They assumed he was gay and started hurting him. Of course, I step in despite Shepard telling me to back off.”

I could feel anger boiling inside of me. Their own General telling Johnny to not help an innocent civilian? What a coward and ball-less of a man.

“What a focking jerk-off.” I cursed.

“So I stepped in, didn’t want to make too much of a scene. They leave the poor fellow alone but they target me. I ain’t afraid until they started accusing me..”

“Accusing you of what, Johnny?” I ask.

Johnny squeezed my hand tightly and I could feel his whole body start to shake again. I rubbed his hand, trying to soothe his nerves.

“Accusing me of being a..I don’t even wanna say it, but that word they use against gays. I just..shut down when they said it. Like I didn’t want to even accept it, ya know?”

You shook your head over what Johnny just told you. You hated that he went through that, especially since he was still internally trying to figure out his own feelings.

“And because I shut down, they were able to swing at me and I was knocked down on the ground. Simon had to step in and help me and I just felt so stoopid. I let something like that get to me.”

“Johnny, you don’t need to feel stoopid over something like that. It’s understandable since you’re still figuring out your feelings and you were caught off guard.” I reassure him.

“Yeah, well now everyone knows about me. I wanted it to stay with Simon, but now they know.”

“How do they know?” I ask.

“I..”

Johnny paused.

“They don’t really, but I can tell they know something is up. And I am scared.” Johnny confessed.

“Why? Literally the only person I am iffy about is Shepard, but everyone else, they should be supportive of you, Johnny.. And if they don’t, then you’ve got Simon. Fuck everyone else if they don’t support you, but at least you have Simon Riley.” I say, trying to lift his spirits of the only person he can count on.

“There’s something else..” Johnny softly said.

“Oh? What is it?” I ask.

Whatever Johnny was about to tell me, I could tell it was going to be harder than what he just told me.

“Please, just don’t judge me for it..”

“Johnny, you know I never would judge you for anything.” I reminded him.

“I know it’s just..Simon and I..” Johnny paused once more.

“Yeah?”

“Well, by the time we all left the bar, all of us were kinda tipsy except for Simon. Bloody lad is never drunk or acts like it no matter how much he drinks. So we went back to our base and later on, Simon came to check on me. And uh..”

Johnny’s face instantly turned red. Beet red. I didn’t even need him to tell me what happened cause I already knew.

“Oh Johnny!!” I cried out with excitement, poking him in his ribs making him giggle and flinch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Johnny said.

“Sooo?”

“So wha’?”

“All I am gonna ask is, was it a good night?” I ask.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, yes it was.” Johnny answered, making me laugh.

“That’s good.” I say.

It fell into a comfortable silence between us, but there was a question burning in my mind.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?”

“Why were you so scared to tell me that, you know, you’re gay or bi? Whichever you feel like you fall more on.” I question.

Johnny sighed deeply.

“It ain't 'cause I didn’t think you’d accept me, I guess it’s cause I am having a hard time accepting it myself.”

“That’s who you are and clearly Simon accepts you at the very least and I am sure everyone else will too. But if they don’t then Simon and I can beat their asses.” I half joked.

“You’re right. I am just glad you are in my life, Bonnie. To know that if everyone else hates me for whateva reason, that you’ll still be supportive of me.” Johnny told me.

I don’t think I have ever heard Johnny ever be this sentiment ever in over twenty years of being friends.

“Of course, MacTavish. I’ll always be here for you.” I told him.

Johnny then pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged back, instantly feeling the guilt and fear rolling off his shoulders.

“Now, give me that damn bourbon. Let me tell you what Price did while we were gone this time ‘round.” Johnny announced, instantly back to his normal self.

I laughed as I passed the bourbon to him, knowing he won’t drink enough to make him not be able to drive back home. We talked for hours and hours, till the sun started peeking over the horizon. Despite the both of us being exhausted, it was worth it in the end to be able to talk with my best friend, my non-blooded brother and to let him know that he indeed had at least one permanent supporter in his life. If Johnny has no supporters, then Simon and I must be dead, cause that’s the only way he wouldn’t have any supporters in his life until we know for sure how the rest of the task force feels, but I know they are going to accept him. They have to, or else they’re gonna get a special paid visit from both Simon and I personally.

END

#cod #callofduty #simon ghost riley #call of duty #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #johhny soap mactavish #modern warfare x reader #cod modern warfare #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #ghoap #ghostofthemost141 #kate laswell #modern warfare #general shepherd #kyle gaz garrick #john price

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windtooweem · 1 year

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Mockingbird - Eminem

How are they like as your parent figure

For Pidge I’m gonna do it as sibling figure because their younger

They/Them reader

Platonic

Allura the last season fucking broke me

She will call you her little Princess/Prince

She will put you above all else

She will tell you old fairytales about her planet and will tell you story’s about her childhood

She will sing to you too 🥰

Coran is your weird uncle

Coran Coran the gorgeous man is very passionate dramatic

So Allura tells you to not listen to him

She’ll take you to the hologram of her father to meet you

He is a good grandma

Lance will try to get close to you because of your relationship with Allura

Shiro SPACE FATHER

I live for space dad

Such a good yet tired dad

So many children and a weird man with a mustache

Keith is your unofficial sibling and babysitter

Shiro likes to spend quite moments with you instead of the common yelling from most of the team

Will carry you in his his arms like a baby when you’re tired no matter how much you fight him off

Likes to fidget with your hair a lot and try different styles with it

Will hurt anyone who hurts you

Lance he’s my spirit animal

He baby’s you

Will support you no matter how stupid or dumb something is

Never stops you from doing something unless it’s bad

You get better treatment for Keith which makes Lance confused

He’s like: we’ve known each other longer, I mean I appreciate you treating my kid nice but what???

Will shove your face with Hunks glass cookies unaware that their not edible 💀

When he finds out he’s at your feet, kissing and begging for forgiveness

Will play video games with you and Pidge

Dad jokes so many of them

Keith he’s so pretty also him and Shiro look related in the Gifs I put

Very worried father

If you think he worries about Shiro too much imagine how much he worries about you

Will train with you daily just so he’s reassured that you can defend yourself

When you’re in battle he is somewhere around you even if you can’t see him, he’s there and he’s gonna kick some ass

Is your impulse control

Kosmo the space wolf Loves you so much

Krolia sees you and Keith as baby Keith and her husband when he was still alive

Isn’t the best at affectionate but he will give you the occasional pat on the head or back when a mission has gone right

When he found out he was part Galra he tried to hide it as long as he could scared of that you would say

Relaxed when you said that you didn’t care and the race doesn’t define someone

Hunk grandma is that you???

He acts more like a grandma than a dad

The favoritism is there

When you get back on earth he introduced you to his family as his child

Will put the most food on your plate

Will say “here’s some food for the road” then he’ll give you a whole turkey

Don’t ask where he got it

He’s another father who baby’s you

When you get injured he’s fretting over you even if you have a little scratch

You also spend a lot of time with Pidge as well

Pidge so god damn pretty I need to date someone like her

Gremlin sibling

Will drag you into all of their stuff

Will jump anyone who hurts you

She doesn’t even hide her favoritism

She wants everyone to know that you’re her favorite and nothing will change that

Will BEG her parents and her brother to adopt you

They probably will

She will drag you everywhere with her

They’ll play video games with you as you and them beat Lance at Mario cart

Will talk about science to you all the time

Matt sees you as a sibling too

Their parents sees you as their child as well

#platonic x reader #voltron x reader #vld x reader #allura x reader #shiro x reader #lance x reader #keith x reader #hunk x reader #pidge x reader

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strip4kaneshiro · 2 years

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I watched a good chunk of Shoto’s handcam/hot sauce stream and LMFAO his reactions to the hot sauce catching him OFFGUARD are so funny and so me honestly.

So here are some of my spare thoughts about Shoto and his relationship w cooking/food running around w him and his experiences with them (these can be platonic/roomate au or dating idk)

If your of a non-white/ethnic family that uses spice in a lot of dishes or consumes lots of spicy foods, he’s in the kitchen like a fucking cat/dog begging for samples

He walks into the kitchen like a little kid and just opens his mouth if he see’s you stirring/cooking anything

“(Name), aaaaahhhhhnnn!~” and if you walk away or gently smack his cheek to move him away, he whines

Eventually you give in (AHAHA LOSER!!)

Sneak up on him with spicy food it’s hilarious

And not just regular spicy food, I mean SUPER SPICY!!

“Whatchu cookin?” “Something spicy, but you couldn’t handle it… *obvs baiting*”

He snatches the utensil out of your hand, takes a big portion and eats it

THE WAY THIS MAN STARTS CHOKING HELP

“GIRL WHAT THE FUCK!! YOU FUCKING BITCH, WHERE DID YOU COOK THIS, HELL?! “

No, I cooked it in that unused hot sauce in the cabinet from your stream oops my bad

Anyways you buy him milk tea to make up for it

After that, he didn’t ask to try food for a while LMFAO

But when he gets back to begging oh it’s hell

Cooks with you sometimes, so fun actually

Viet food + (your ethnicity) how fun <33 (I actually love fusion food so much, esp in my city we have lots of Vietnamese restursunt ifykyk)

Or you guys go half and half, so you cook your race’s food for him and he cooks his. It’s this nice little trade off !!

If he’s been streaming a super taxing game or it’s just been a long stream, you come in through intervals to bring him food like a parent

Yes, this means samples of dinner, plates of fruit etc.

This also means dragging him to dinner bc cold food sucks and your not gonna just stand in the kitchen forever hmph

If your dating him and you guys are just hanging out in his bedroom, he takes food from you BY YOUR LIPS

Is he gonna kiss you? WRONG, he’s stealing a piece of chicken from you and laughing in your face (spoiled fucking brat smh)

You could be sitting in his lap and he grabs your chin with his hand gently and leans in

“How is he gonna kiss me with this chip in my mouth??”

Don’t worry he isn’t!!

During the hot sauce stream you kinda stood outside his door the whole time and laughed at him

Taking small vids of the entire thing and posting them to your close friends >>>

End of the romance arc (for now)

If Shoto goes out to eat without you and has something he thinks you would like, he takes it as leftovers n gives it to you

Anyways, head empty now. Give me more requests for him I wanna write him more. I bet you guys forgot I watched his streams huh??

Alsoooo I’m moving soon so if my posts stagnate that’s why! I’ll try to write some drafts to post but I can’t be certain!! So have post notifs on and drop requests for Shoto or NijiEN <33

#shxtou #shxtou x reader #maybe idk #vtuber #indie vtuber

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bloodyproudpotterhead · 11 months

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That whole reddit fiasco is seriously condescending and dismissive it gives me the ick. So I’m gonna write issues that I had with that finale.

Many of the things that he said just doesn’t make sense. The defense for Roy & Jamie weird behavior is “men are dumb” and “Keeley doesn’t need anyone”. You think we don’t know that Keeley doesn’t need anyone to feel complete? WE DO! The show never implied that she has problems being alone anyway. Also, you can’t fit the complexity of feminism and girlhood into one “girlboss” shape. That’s just reductive. The moment I read this, I knew that that part of storyline is written by men.

Another problem: Defending Jane behavior. Stalking your boyfriend’s friend? Shredding your boyfriend passport?? And to dismiss them as ‘quirky behavior’??? To me, that sounds like giving a pass to toxic, abusive relationships.

Another one: To leave the ending of Ted & Michelle relationship as ambiguous? BIG NO. To even entertain the idea gives a bad taste in my mouth. This is the woman that begged him to sign the divorce paper, for christ’s sake. And they never built of the idea of them getting back together. They even introduce Dr. Jacob into the story. Was that truly necessary? Was the point to show that Michelle needs to be in another relationship to see Ted for who he really is?

Also: Ted wasn’t at the wedding? Because he’s at Henry’s practice?? What even was that. You cannot actually tell me that they think this through. What, your kid can skip practice for 1 day to attend your best friend’s wedding?

Let’s even go to the boat guy: You cannot tell me this is the ending they plan for Rebecca from the start. If it did, why not build that narrative instead wasting your time introducing unnecessary new characters? Let us get to know the man better so we know that Rebecca will be taken care of by a man who truly knows her.

Another issue: Henry. When did we ever see him actually missing his father? Because i feel like I missed that. Even that part of the story was told through other character, Dorothy, and not Henry himself. Why not have a scene where the kid express this himself? Even when he had problems at home, he can solve it himself (the bully story).

Second to last: Ted himself. I don’t mind if their plan from the start was for him to have a Mary Poppins-like journey. What I had problems with is the way they build that theme. They’re too focusing on symbolism, they never truly build the narrative itself. If Ted was supposed to go back to Kansas from the start, why not show him what life he had and going to have there. This was never at any point shown or even hinted at. Also, Mary Poppins, unlike Ted, didn’t leave her hometown with a partner whose love for her has expired. They began Ted’s arc with showing him that his marriage is practically over that he needs to move an ocean away from her. That’s just saying to me that Ted desperately needs a new start (which they clearly displayed multiple times).

Lastly: The editing and the baiting. There are so many intentional edits and camera works and parallels that are meant to teased if not blatantly directed towards Ted & Rebecca. Why zoom in on the matchbook? The tiny soldiers?? Them talking at the hallway??? I can go on and on on this alone. Even to the opening scene of the finale. Just for shits and giggles for audiences who root for the two main leads? Honestly, that to me just felt cruel. Even if their intention was for them to be platonic soulmate, their words not mine, they never really addressed any of the elephant in the room anyway. The call, September 1991. So all I hear is them saying stuff and not following up on that. ALSO, to tease the idea of romcom MULTIPLE TIMES both on and off the show, even referring many times to Nora Ephron, only to laugh at your audience for believing in good old romance felt truly disrespectful to the late director. And as a long time fan of hers, I won’t let that slide.

My point is: You can’t just patch bad writing with callbacks while ignoring a huge chunk of the character arcs you’ve built. That’s such a disservice to the beloved characters so many people have grown to love.

And to say we take it personally? Excuse me, when your audience take your work personally, you should take it as a compliment because that means they connect with your work. So much for a show that preaches about being kind, I guess.

Anyway, I always feel sad and embarrassed when writers have to defend their decisions to their own audience. And that is what they/he did. You can elaborate on what you think happen post-finale to your audience, or even explain your intention, but when a big crowd of your audience question it, maybe you should take a look at the way you frame your story before you point fingers at them.

#wow i didn't expect it to be this long #anyway stan female writers #ted lasso #ted lasso finale #rebecca welton #keeley jones #roy kent #jamie tartt

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outivv · 2 years

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— toxic traits —

Synopsis: toxic traits I think they have

Warnings: itto? Manipulative. Ayato? Manipulative on purpose. Also very much not proofread (I’m sorry to anyone who read this before I came back and fixed my mistakes)

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: itto, shenhe, yun Jin, ayato, yelan, kuki shinobu, and Heizou

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: IM BACK AT IT AGAIN. Anyways quick disclaimer, this is just based off of my own options of characters and what I interpreted from them in quests/ events/ etc. if you do not agree with me… okay??? Just don’t be rude please an thank you! <3

— Itto —

Overly angry, and stubborn when mad. Itto is someone who’s not afraid of conflict, and who can get… passionate, and childish especially during a fight led by pure emotions. He sometimes catches himself, and apologizes profusely afterwards, but is that truly enough? After he just screamed at you… to be fair you did the same so… are you in the wrong? It sends you into a flurry of emotions and thoughts that you have to step away for a moment. He gets to scared you’re leaving him he practically begs you to stay. The clinginess, is a sharp contrast to the anger you saw on him before, it makes you… guilty. Maybe you are in the wrong… he always makes you feel like the bad guy even if he doesn’t mean to. He’s just so… unaware.

— Shenhe —

Love is something shenhe is unfamiliar with. Sure cloud retainer took care of her but it was never purely out of love. Shenhe isn’t even sure if she can love, with how powerful the red ropes are. She loves you… she thinks, but she looks at you like you’re a burden, like she wants to be rid of you. She treats you like any other person, not her partner, she doesn’t even seem to care. She wants to love you, she wants to give you all that you deserve, but she emotionally can’t. Even if she promises to.

— Yun Jin —

Hides your relationship to the extreme. She has to, it’s not that she wants to she loves you so much! But she literally has to or else her manager would kill her. Her manager told her to break up with you but yun Jin held her ground I’ll give her that. You can rarely been seen out in public with her, and if you are it’s strictly platonic. Even then some things cross the boundary of what you’re allowed to do. She tells you that she does love you, and that it’s just an act in public but you can’t help but feel… sad going out into public with her. Her acting is a little too good at times…

— Ayato —

Fakes his feelings, even towards you. He’s had to, I mean he’s a politician, he works with greedy, and manipulative people, and the only way to get ahead of them is to beat them at their own game. At least that’s what you want to believe, that he’s “had to be this way, to provide for him and his sister.” but in reality- maybe he was always like this. I mean, you can’t remember the last time you knew that his feelings were real.

— Yelan —

So secretive. Hides the simplest things from you, it’s like she doesn’t trust you. It’s not that, she just doesn’t trust anyone. You are no exception. You think that maybe you can earn her trust, so you do everything in your power to achieve that, to have her trust you. But nothing works. It’s like she just doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want to learn to trust, because she’s seen how people can betray one another. You are no exception.

— Kuki Shinobu —

So willing to help everyone and anyone. That wouldn’t be a bad thing on its own, but it’s when she comes home from a long day of work, and helping itto, that she doesn’t have the energy to spend on you most times. It hurts a bit that you’re one of her final concerns. She tries, she does, but she just… is so tired, and tries her best to take of herself, that she can’t put her attention on you sometimes. Mentally, and physically, that she just… can’t.

— Heizou —

He takes every chance to fool you. Most of it’s harmless pranks, but when his confidence gets to be a little too… much, he can take it a little far sometimes. He apologizes profusely when he realizes what he’s done, but even a billion sorry’s aren’t enough sometimes.

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mammomlette · 9 days

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SOLMARE WHEN I CATCH YOU SOLMARE. STOP THIS MADNESS AND LISTEN

solmare I swear if you make mammon have ONE more intimate moment with MC only to be interrupted by the usual perps (Lucifer, Levi and Luke) (damn Ls) I will explode. ESPECIALLY if it ends with mammon going “AAA evil brothers😡angry chiwawa🤣anyway I gotta skiddadle!” And running away. Every time that happens an angel loses its wings

Tell me why you give mammon character development in a scene, we have a deep chat, you can smooch him or whatever, and the whole 2-lesson-arc has been leading up to this moment of vulnerability and hopefully character development only to make him run away and lose literally everything that this mini-arc taught him. Surely. SURELY there is a point in time between making a pact with him and like idk the end of season 3 when mammon realises his relationship (platonic, romantic, whatever it is for your MC) with MC is more important than Grimm to him. Not entirely, because that’s a core part of his character, just a point where he realises “hm I’m going to TRY paying Levi back so he stops interrupting me! And try calm down for lucifer so I can spend more time with MC instead of hanging from the ceiling!” Right? RIGHT??!!!?!

We see time and time AGAIN how much he cares for MC (feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but he’s one of the only 2 brothers who hasn’t directly/intentionally endangered MC and I THINK he was the only one who seemed distraught at their death??? Last one is probs wrong) but he still finds a way to abandon MC every time someone’s shouts “MAMMONNNN” or starts chasing him. Like, bro. I get you’re a wimp with crippling debt but the LEAST you could do is drag MC with you so that they don’t get in trouble instead since he clearly cares for them😞🙏

And him running away being for comedic purposes isn’t even a valid reason for it to happen because there are funny ways for him to NOT just abandon us. 1) he could hide instead. There is a scene I believe is in season 2(?) where he’s in his room with MC, Levi storms in and they hide in his car. Not sure if they made a funny thing out of hiding in a car, but that scene led to Levi saying that he couldn’t smell mammon and meme on calling him a blood hound. Idk about you but I for one certainly har-har’d at that. Plus, hiding would be a nice change of pace from mammons usual running away. Option 2) Mammon could drag us with him??? I don’t play events or devilgram because I’m too lazy and poor for that but I’m like 99% sure that in the main story of OG game, mammon does NOT bring us with him any time he’s running away, which is weird because he’s always yelling that we should be with him cause he’s “our first” (his words not mine obv) but I don’t remember any scenes that he brings us with him when he needs to leave?? I would LOVE to be wrong on that part so please correct me if I’m wrong but I sadly don’t think I am. Option 3) Picture this: mammon gets spooked, screeches because he’s a wuss, he runs away (whether it be from a person, witch, whatever is after him) only to realise: “Wait! I left my favourite person behind! Whoops!” And he runs back and grabs MC (Maybe by the sleeve like a toddler, maybe by the hair, maybe he even princess carries them because yes) that’s it. That’s the whole thing. Mammon drags/carries MC after forgetting them. You could even expand on that and have him apologise for it, or get all flustered and deny he forgot MC, or act all proud like he saved MC as if he isn’t the reason MC is in danger or was left behind in the first place MMMITS SO GOOD SOLMARE FEED ME

All I’m asking is for solmare to PLEASE let us have a long, well-written and intimate moment with mammon that isn’t interrupted, or if it is he TAKES US WITH HIM or COMES RIGHT BACK FOR US when he runs away. I beg

PS this isn’t proof read any imperfections are just part of the masterpiece or smthn. Ty for coming to my ted talk

#obey me solmare #obey me mammon #solmare im gnawing at the bars of the enclose you locked me in #let me out #don’t you hate it when creators mischaracterise their own characters #because they’re too lazy or lack understanding #probably both when it comes to obey me #the inconsistencies in EVERYTHING in this game go crazy. you go try figure out the timeline. I dare you. it’s not for the weak #mammon I’m going insane I need him so bad #imagine he was being chased by debt collectors and they took us for ransom because he left us behind. i guarantee that has or will happen #if he doesn’t stop abandoning us that is #I need help I’m so down bad #MAMMON MY LOVE

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For my “I’m bored so give me a number between 1-50 and I’ll pick the correlating song from my playlist, and give you a marauders headcannon about it!” game!

@stxr-bxy picked number 15 which is: Feel Good by Yot Club

This song for me is such a summer late night drives song, so have some James and Sirius. This can be taken romantic or platonic, whichever you prefer :)) irs just a little fluffy headcannon.

But then you also get a second one because the vibe of my original thought does not correlate with the lyrics AT ALL. The song is about being in a stable relationship but still having a sense of doubt or not feeling good, soooo you get some sirius angst, internalised queer pining and major denial for this one :) also that one’s written in fic format too :) <3

★ ★ ★

THE FIRST ONE:

It’s summer after seventh year, they’re at the peak of the war and everything’s hard. But Sirius has just finished his bike. It flies and everything. He begs James to take it for a test run.

The air is hot outside, almost humid. Sirius’ hair is sticking out from under his helmet that he’s painted all over, and he’s grinning wider than ever. He even made a helmet special for James, with his nickname written over it and everything.

They hop on the bike, it’s so dark out, only the steet lights lighting the way. Sirius takes off, spreading through the little town and laughing as the wind whips at his skin.

James is holding him around the waist, laughing as they race along the road.

And then they lift off, taking to the air. James grips Sirius tighter, tucking his chin over Sirius’ shoulder to hold on for deer life. Sirius is laughing and James is screaming in his ear, begging for Sirius to let him make it home in one piece or his mum would kill them both.

Just James and Sirius letting go and enjoying a nice moment together after school, before everything goes to absolute shit.

THE SECOND ONE:

Sirius rolls over in bed, panting as he lies flat on his back. He looks up at the top of the canopy, a hand over his chest, skin sweaty. His chest feels hollow.

Beside him, Mary sighs, sitting up to sip her water. She’s beautiful, so beautiful, as she always is. So Sirius doesn’t know why he feels like this.

She leans over and kisses him, brushing his curls out of his eyes. He smiles up at her, kisses her back and then smacks a few on her cheeks for good measure. She hops up to shower, walking away, naked with an enticing shake of her hips.

But Sirius doesn’t watch. He pinches the bridge of his nose and hates himself.

He loves her.

He really really really loves her.

What’s not to love about her? She’s truely the most brilliant woman Sirius has ever had the pleasure of meeting. And they’re good, they’re stable. They have their own flat, and an anniversary coming up, and James has been telling him that the girls think he’s gonna propose. He should propose. They’re in love, for fucks sake, have been for years. Well, that’s what everyone else thinks.

Sirius feels sick thinking about it too long.

He just… doesn’t love her like that. He can’t. No matter how hard he tries it just feels… there’s something missing. Something wrong.

He should feel good, he should feel happy, but he doesn’t.

He feels safe with her, at home, but it’s still not enough.

There’s something wrong with him. He knows there’s something wrong with him. Something that makes him feel sick.

It tears him down until he breaks. It makes him numb, and fake, and horrible to be around. He lashes out, cries, and isolates. He doesn’t even know why Mary sticks around, why’d she’d even want him to propose.

He tells her he loves her, all the time, but surely she can feel how much of a lie that is, right? Or maybe he’s just gotten so good at pretending that she can’t tell anymore.

Maybe she just wants to be loved so desperately for something other than her body that she can take what she can get. Maybe she likes that Sirius isn’t constantly trying to fuck her; he prefers when they just have a nice meal, or cuddle up to read on the couch.

Maybe she does know and feels the same as he does.

He hopes that’s the way. The last thing he wants to do is to hurt her.

He rolls over and looks at his bedside table, at the picture he has framed there of the Marauders fresh out of school. He looks at one face in particular; scarred and freckled, honey brown eyes and sandy hair, and he feels his stomach flip. A longing sense of desire grows within.

But he ignores that, and follows Mary into the shower.

Okay holy fuck I really like that second one. I started writing it with no real direction but UGH I both love and hate how it turned out. So angsty and justice for Mary, but OHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT.

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marvelslut16 · 2 years

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Grief

Pairing: Billy x reader (technically) but it's mainly Max x platonic!Reader

Synopsis: The reader helps Max through her confusing grief after Billy's death by reveling bits and pieces of her own twisted relationship with him.

Word count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Swearing probably. A lot of talk bout death. Wishing death upon someone. Toxic abusive relationship. Angst. Some fluff. But I mean mainly angst. Grief.

A/N: I've had this idea since the end of the third season, but since the fourth season dealt a lot with Max's grief it helped me flesh out this one shot. I'm embarrassed to admit that I cried while writing this. Also I had this fic finished for like two months but didn't know what to name it so it's just been sitting in my drafts, I decided to give it a shitty name before second guessed the entire thing and never posted it.

“So whatcha’ listenin’ to?” you ask the redhead as you plop down on the edge of the picnic table.

You aren't surprised when she doesn’t respond, instead turning her body away from where you're sitting. You sigh, shifting to lay across the length of the tabletop, you may as well try and get some sun while you sit with Max. The redhead continues to ignore you until you hear her walkman click, signaling that it’s time to flip the cassette.

“Why are you here?” she finally asks.

“Because your friends are worried about you, I’m worried about you,” you sit back up, leaning your forearms on your legs, feet resting atop the bench next to Max. “It’s been over two months Max, and you aren’t talking to anyone.”

“Well I still don’t want to talk,” she states matter of factly, rewinding her cassette. You can hear two songs play through her headphones before she sighs and looks back at you. “What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

“Tell me what you’re listening to,” you hope that she’ll be more likely to talk if you don’t start by asking her how she is.

“Kate Bush, running up that hill is my favorite song,” you hum looking down at your hands.

“Ya know, my friend has that same cassette. She played that song for me the other day, it immediately made me think of him.”

“How could you move on? How are you so okay?” her voice equal parts desperation and anger, you can’t bring yourself to look at her when you respond, afraid she’ll be able to see how much you’re hurting.

“I’m not okay, and I haven’t moved on. My friend thought I was crazy because I immediately burst into tears at the song. I haven’t been back to the pool since he died. I buy his cigarettes and light them, I never smoke them, I just want to smell them-smell him. I wear his earring everyday, and I go to bed every night clutching his stupid jean jacket. I’m not okay, and that’s normal, but I can’t spend every moment wallowing because it won’t change anything,” you don’t even realize your crying, not until tears are falling out your forearms.

“I hated him,” Max admits, reaching over to hold your hand.

“I know,” you laugh wetly, you’d grown close to the girl over the year you had dated Billy, and she wasn’t good at hiding how she really felt. “He treated you like shit, it makes sense.”

“You don’t get it! He loved you while he made my life a living hell, it’s different. There were times when I wanted him to die, and I just feel so guilty.”

“Max, there’s nothing wrong with feeling like that, he was horrible to you and you just wanted him to leave you alone.”

“I wanted him dead, and now he is! What kind of person does that make me?” she pulls her hand away from yours, throwing it in the air in exaggeration.

“New Year's Eve. Some Senior was having a big party to ring in the new year. I didn’t want to go, I had begged Billy to just stay home, we could pop Jiffy pop and ring in the new year with you since your mom and Neil were going out. But he forced me to go, so I got all dressed up for him and he ignored me almost the entire time we were there. Tommy H. and Carol stole him away the moment we walked into the house, none of them even tried to involve me in their conversation.

I ended up spending three hours leaning up against the wall in the living room before some guy from my history class came over to talk to me. I spent the next few hours talking to the guy since we were both alone, and some gorgeous leggy brunette was flirting with Billy. And he was flirting right back. Right before midnight Billy finally noticed I wasn't hanging all over him and waiting for him to give me attention anymore. He saw that I was talking to a guy and would have beat him to a pulp for it had I not stood in between them.

Instead of starting the new year off with a kiss, we started it with a huge fight. He calmly pulled me out of the house, but as soon as we were in his car and driving away he was screaming at me. He was berating me for flirting with some other guy, even though I wasn’t the one flirting at that party, he was. He just kept going on and on about how I embarrassed him by talking to the guy and thow I defended him, when all I was trying to do was keep Billy from a useless fight that could land him in jail.

I remember, vividly, wishing the alcohol would get to him and he would swerve off the road and into a tree. I didn’t want to die, I didn’t want him to die, I just wanted him to shut up. I thought that if he hit a tree he would just stop yelling at me for a little bit, and hopefully forget about how mad he was.

If you think you're a bad person for having normal thoughts, then I must be the world's worst person.”

“That actually happened?” Max’s expression is unreadable.

“I wish it hadn’t” you reach up to and anxiously run your fingers over Billy’s spiked earring that’s dangling from your ear. “To this day I feel guilty for thinking that, because I never thought he’d actually die, not this young. I figured I’d never feel this much guilt for thinking those things because we’d be broken up long before he’d die. But it’s normal for both of us to feel guilty about our thoughts we had in horrible moments with him, and it’s okay that we both feel those things. So long as we never act on them.”

“Thank you,” Max squeezes your hand, and you can tell by the look in her eyes that what you had said actually helped her.

“I should be the one thanking you, I just got a lot off my chest,” she laughs lightly, starting to look guilty again.

“You really don’t think I’m horrible?”

“If anyone was horrible, it was Billy. He treated you like shit most of the time, he liked to beat people up, he almost cheated on me multiple times, and he was a little racist,” you grab her hands and wait until she looks you in the eye. “It really is okay for you to have had those thoughts, and it makes sense that you’re conflicted and you feel guilty now. But you are honestly the furthest thing from a horrible person, Max.”

“Thank you,” tears start to prick at the corner of her eyes as she pulls you in for a hug, hiding her face in your neck.

“And for what it’s worth, he cared about you more than he’d ever like to admit. Yeah he despised you at first because he blamed you for the move and for how Neil treated you so much better than he treated him. But Billy grew to care for you, and he wanted to protect you. First night of summer break you were late coming home, you lost track of time with Lucas, Billy was so pissed when you got back at the house, but it was because he was a nervous wreck when you were late, he was worried something had happened to you. That obviously wasn’t the right way to express his feelings, but he was never good at that.”

“He loved you,” Max responds, voice breaking from her tears.

“I’m not sure he could love, I don’t think he’d ever let his walls down enough for that.” you pull away, giving Max a watery smile. “But he did probably hate me less than he hated most people.”

“Stay right here,” Max frowns before running off to her trailer. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the trailer park you look around, Aerosmith is coming from the Munson’s trailer, but the rest are silent. Everyone else is either at work or, more than likely, passed out drunk somewhere in their respective trailers.

Max comes running out of her trailer a few minutes later with a little white box clutched in her hands. When she gets back to where you’re standing she thrusts said box into your hands.

“What’s this?” you look at her in confusion, fingers playing with a torn corner of the box.

“I found it in Billy’s room before we moved. It was under a stack of Playboys, he probably knew you wouldn’t look under there,” you let out a little laugh, because Max was right, that probably was Billy’s thought process.

You gasp when your eyes land on what's inside the box, gold wiring twisting to spell out Billy attached to a matching gold chain. You had told him once, aftering seeing some freshman with her boyfriend's name on a necklace, how badly you wanted one, even if it was disgustingly cheesy and over the top. “I can’t believe he remembered,” you murmur. More to yourself than to Max.

Taking out the cardboard piece the necklace is resting on you notice a polaroid below it. Billy’s boxers are sitting low on his hips, barely even on him, his happy trail is gone and in its place is a fresh tattoo of your first and middle names running across his pelvic bone. The polaroid is dated 6/28/85. You think back to the week before he died, when he refused to swim, didn’t try to get in your pants once, and told you he had something to show you, something he never got around to doing.

It hits you like a freight train, Billy loved you, in his own twisted way. He would never say those words to you, but he got your name permanently inked on his skin to let you know that he felt the same. Your knees buckle as the weight of the realization comes crashing down on you, you're thankful that you're still standing so close to the picnic table that you slam onto the seat and not the ground. It’s Max’s turn to comfort you as you let out a sob, a new wave of grief washing over you as you realize just how much you meant to him and what you truly lost.

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #billy x reader #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #max x platonic!reader #max mayfield x platonic!reader

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sunny-desk · 5 months

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4,252 Days Chapter 2: Day 1, Pt 2

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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sits with Nick at the hospital before his family arrive Word Count: 2192 Author’s Note: Gif from here.

It isn’t long before they arrive at the hospital and Nick is unloaded from the ambulance and wheeled down some corridors and into a shared room. That must be a good sign, Gemma thinks, the sickest people always get a room to themselves. Dad got a room to himself. She stands outside the door not sure what to do with herself but thinking it’s best to keep out of the way while they get Nick comfortable, attach him to a drip and ask him questions she can’t quite hear the answer to.

“Is it okay if I go in and sit with him?” Gemma asks the final person to walk out the room once they’re done with him, a nurse, she assumes.

“Do you know him, miss?”

“I was there when he got hit. I just thought maybe I could keep him company until his friends or family get here. I don’t know. Sounds weird now that I’m saying it, actually. Maybe I should just…” Gemma gestures to the exit.

The nurse smiles politely, a dimple forming on each cheek, and touches Gemma’s arm before saying, “If he’s comfortable with you being here then, yes, you’re very welcome to stay. It could be good for him, keep him calm.”

“Great, thank you.” Gemma smiles.

As she walks in Gemma sees Nick laying in his hospital bed, no longer donning the stretched out, white t-shirt and jeans. Now he’s in a white patterned hospital gown, staring at the patient in the bed on the right side of the room, an old man with thinning grey hair being tended to by another nurse. As Gemma gets closer to him, Nick turns his attention to her.

“You’re still here,” he says. His voice is slightly monotone. He should probably be resting. “Don’t you have places to be?”

“Sorry, I- '' she feels awkward, “Yeah, I’m still here. No, I don’t have places to be. I was thinking of staying, just until someone you know shows up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Gemma makes her way to the chair at the side of Nick’s bed and takes off her blazer, leaving her in a short-sleeved white blouse, another item borrowed from Liv that morning. She puts the blazer over the back of the chair before sitting down.

Gemma knows she should hold off for a bit, have a normal conversation with him first before asking this, but she can’t, “Look, tell me to shut up if you don’t want to have this conversation but... What were you looking for earlier? You kept looking around, like you were trying to find something. You seemed.. scared?”

“Nice tattoos,” says Nick, trying to sound casual.

“Thanks,” Gemma replies, appreciating the compliment but knowing it’s Nick’s way of avoiding the question. She looks down at her tattooed arms. The biggest is a snake, winding down her left forearm to her wrist. Gemma runs her hand over it. “I saw a snake at the zoo one time when I was about seven and then spent the better part of three years begging my mum for one as a pet. This is the closest I’ve ever got to actually getting one.”

“There’s still time.” Nick says.

“Yeah, there is.” Gemma nods. “So, how are you feeling? Better now that you’re in a bed and not on the concrete, I assume?”

Nick doesn’t respond to Gemma’s question. Instead his eyes follow the nurse who was tending to the old man as she gives him a small smile, pulls forward the curtain to separate the two of them and then walks out of the room. It’s safe to talk now.

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” Nick says seriously, “I think I’m crazy.”

Gemma leans forward in her chair, intrigued, concerned.

“I saw… something. Someone. I saw someone. When I was hit, I was running from someone and I don’t know if…” He rubs his hands down his face, something he can only just do as each hand is cuffed to the side of the bed, avoiding saying any more.

“You don’t know if it was real.” Gemma finishes the sentence for him. Nick looks at her, fear and worry etched all over his face, and nods.

“I didn’t see you leave there but the way you kept looking back at it- You came from the church, right? Listen, I know that church, I’ve been to that church, I-”

“You’ve been there?” Nick cuts Gemma off. Now he’s the one intrigued.

“It’s not an interesting story, trust me. There was a wagon, I fell off it, not for the first time, and that church is where I ended up for a few days.”

“When? I never saw you there.”

“Maybe we just missed each other.” Gemma shrugs. “Or maybe we were too off our faces to notice one another.”

“If I had to bet on it, I think I’d go with the second option.” Nick responds, smiling slightly.

“Yeah, I think I would too,” Gemma laughs before trying to steer the conversation back on track. “So, what you saw…”

“Back when I got hit, I was looking around so much because I was so sure about what I’d seen, it felt so real, you know, but now? I’ve been thinking about it so much that I don’t even know. Maybe I just imagined it.” Nick throws his head back onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling as he talks. “But then what does that mean for me, Gemma? I must be.. insane, actually insane.” He looks at her now. “And what I saw was so bad that maybe that would be better, if it just came from me, because that being real? I don’t even know what that would mean. For me, for you, for everyone.”

Gemma can see the worry in Nick’s eyes, she feels bad for him. “Is there a chance you just hallucinated?” She tries to reassure him. “I mean, maybe it wasn’t real and maybe you’re not insane. Maybe you just got high and hallucinated.”

“I really want to write it off like that, I do, but that’s never happened to me before.”

“Nick, what is it we’re actually talking about right now?” Gemma asks, almost whispering. “You saw someone? You saw them, what?”

“I saw-”

Just as Nick starts talking, he cuts himself off, looking towards the door where two police officers can be seen, and heard, striding down the corridor towards the room Nick, Gemma and the old man are occupying.

“Nick Clark?” Asks the first to enter, a short black man. He’s already reaching into his pocket for a small notepad.

“That’s me.” Nick responds, voice calmer and more upbeat than it was five seconds ago.

“I’m Officer Lake and this is my colleague, Officer Martin. We need to talk to you about what happened this morning.”

“I went for a walk.” Nick responds. Gemma sits quietly in her chair, wondering if now is her cue to leave or not.

“You were running, Nick.”

“I went for a run.” Gemma can see Nick smirking.

“Barefoot, down “Needle Alley”?”

“Man, Kenyans run barefoot.”

“Uh-huh. You said someone got hurt. You remember that? You were raving about “flesh and blood and viscera.””

So that was what Nick was saying to the doctors while Gemma was waiting outside. Flesh and blood? Whose flesh and blood? Nick had said he was running from someone so does that mean there’s someone out there right now hurt or hurting people? Gemma tries to remain neutral but knows a look of worry is forming on her face as her mind runs through what this could mean. She can never control the look on her face.

She sees Nick turn to look at her, like he’s realised that piece of information is going to make her start thinking all sorts of things. She stares back at him, trying to figure out what he wants her to do, what she wants to do. Stay or leave? Say something or say nothing?

It only takes her a second to decide. Stay. Say nothing.

Maybe it was all in his head, she rationalises, and she isn’t going to bring up things he’s said and end up being responsible for him being taken away if it turns out there’s nothing going on and this was just a very bad trip. And even if it is real, whatever this is, they don’t have any proof right now. How likely is it that the police will believe something with no proof and coming from a drug addict? Not very. Best to let it play out for now. She looks at Nick and he knows she’s not going to say anything.

“It’s runner’s high.” Nick says to Officer Lake. “Oh, and I don’t know what viscera is.”

Officer Lake looks at his partner. They’re suspicious. “Okay, tell us where you scored. Lots of kids buying in that hood. We clean it up, you come out a hero.” Nick starts laughing. “Nick, you could have died.”

“Yeah, coulda, woulda, shoulda.”

“Okay, we’ll take it from the top. Nick, why were you running.”

Gemma leans back in her chair, preparing to be sat for a while, since these officers seem determined to get answers that Nick isn’t willing to give, and just as she gets comfy a woman with shoulder length blonde hair comes charging into the room. Nick’s mother.

“Is my son under arrest?” She demands.

“No, ma’am.”

“Then get out. Thank you. Leave.”

“We could charge him.” Lake continues, but Nick’s mother clearly isn’t phased.

“Well, charge him when he’s healed. For now, go away.”

Officer Lake turns to the man who followed her in. “Does she do all the talking?”

“Get the-.” She stops herself. “Get out.” She says firmly. Gemma starts thinking things are about to get interesting but instead Lake holds his hands up and walks out while Officer Martin hands the man who entered with Nick’s mum a card before he trails out behind him.

“What happened?” Nick’s mum asks him demandingly. “And who’s this?” She questions, looking towards Gemma, giving her a once over. Gemma isn’t sure if the mild annoyance in her tone is a product of Nick’s situation being aimed at the wrong person or if she’s actually annoyed at her but either way this time it definitely feels like her cue.

“I’m no one, sorry.” Gemma starts to stand, grabbing hold of her blazer she put on the back of the chair. “I got to Nick when he was hit and thought I’d stick around until his family got here and, well, now you’re here, so, I should leave.”

“Yeah, you should.” The woman replies curtly.

“Mom!” Nick shouts at her before looking to Gemma. “Sorry, what she actually meant to say was thank you. And me too. Thank you.”

“No worries,” Gemma smiles to Nick, not acknowledging his mother's comment at all.

She wants to bring up what he was saying before but decides it’s better not to. She isn’t sure what Nick wants his family to know. Instead, she steps over to the small nurse’s station at the side of the room, grabs a blue, ballpoint pen and a small slip of paper and writes down her name and phone number.

“This is embarrassing to do in front of your family but um, when you get out of this place and you’re feeling better, give me a call, if you want to. We can… I don’t know, go on one of those shoeless hikes.” Gemma smiles and hands the paper to him, looking him in the eye as she says the last bit.

She hopes he can tell what she really means. If he wants to tell her more about what he saw, find out if it was real or just dodgy drugs from a dodgy dealer, then she’ll help him out. He just has to call.

Nick does a small nod. She nods back then starts walking out, past his parents. A girl he assumes is Nick’s sister looks up at her and moves back slightly to let her pass. Gemma is pretty sure that’s the first time she’s taken her eyes off her phone since they walked in. Proof of Nick being here often, she thinks.

Once Gemma is out of the room she hears Nick start talking and slows down to catch what he’s saying. “What was that, mom?” He asks, annoyance in his voice. “Travis, tell her she was out of order.”

“What was what?” She looks behind her to the man, Travis, and then back to Nick and makes a huffing sound. She’s defensive. “I don’t know who she is. I don’t know who you hang around with these days. Excuse me for being worried.”

“You don’t even know the girl, Maddie, come on.” Travis notes, trying to calm things down.

“She wasn’t dressed like a druggy.” The girl adds nonchalantly.

“Okay, just relax. I told her she should go, I didn’t exactly rip into her.” She justifies herself. Gemma shakes her head and decides to pick up the pace and get out of there. Let Nick’s mother think what she wants.

#nick clark #nick clark x oc #nick clark x reader #nick clark imagine #ftwd fanfic #mine

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stab-the-son-of-a · 2 years

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AKA Platonic relationship bad ending tropes I go feral over. Consummation of the bad things not required, last-second deus ex machina permitted.

Forehead touching in general. Just. Headbutt of affection. Especially right before the end. When all seems lost but they still have each other, so it’s fine.

Being separated by distance, whether it’s a million miles or just a single glass pane, but they stay on call or beside the glass until the bitter end. The dying half reminding their best friend that they love them, so much, and telling them it’s okay to cry but they have to live. If through the glass, pressing their hands over each other’s, the closest they can get to handholding, and the inevitable slow slide to the floor of the dying partner’s hand.

Standing side by side, watching their incoming doom, and without tearing their eyes away from it or communicating with each other, their hands find each other. Their intertwined fingers silhouetted against danger.

Repeating an inside joke or refrain that has emotional significance for their relationship right before the end.

One sacrificing themself for the other but saying “Thank you for being my best friend/partner/brother/sister/sibling” right before they do.

Distracting their best friend with a tight hug then shoving them into the escape pod / arms of the rescue team / safety

When person A knows person B will try to sacrifice themself so A incapacitates B or does it first. Bonus if they give a sad smile and apologize, then go through with the sacrifice while B confusedly asks, “Why are you sorry?” or while B desperately begs them to stop. (Good but specific version is A handcuffing B to a railing so they can't rush into danger after them.)

In universes with soulmates, their soulmate marks breaking, going dark, or what have you, at exactly the same time. Or when person A doesn’t even need to see their soulmark disappear to know person B just died, because they’re screaming their grief already.

Also in soulmate AUs where A losing B has permanently changed them as a person so that they are nearly unrecognizable to anyone who knew them before they lost B.

Person A hiding they’re terminally sick from everyone else but person B just Knows™️. Instead of berating A for hiding it, B helps them to maintain as much dignity and quality of life as they can. B offers A an outlet for their fear because lord knows they can’t vent to anyone else. A reassures and holds B when B’s grief overwhelms them. Finally, B being the only person A allows near them in their final moments, hands clasped tightly or foreheads pressed together. Tears on both their faces.

The worst did not happen and they all survived, the bad guy’s defeated, the bomb deactivated, yadda yadda. Just the breathless laugh of relief before Person B bear hugs Person A and bodily picks them off their feet while Person B fist pumps with one hand and has their other arm locked around A’s neck. Tears of joy, giddy adrenaline, desperate “never worry me like that again”s or stunned, “you’re alive, I’m alive, we’re alive”s.

The worst has happened. The other side won. The big bad thing came to fruition. In the wreckage of failure, they both lie side by side, curled into each other, embracing in their final moments and now for eternity.

#whump tropes #death tropes #near death tropes #platonic love #platonic relationships need more love #self sacrifice #platonic affection #near death experience #terminal illness #dealing with grief #soulmates #platonic soulmates #survivor's guilt #anger born of worry #celebrations

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poursomesunaonme · 9 months

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BEANIE CONGRATS!!

Hope you have fun with this event! Can I request some sfw (angst and unrequited love) for Armin and Security Question?

Thank you in advance and looking SO FORWARD TO THIS <3

marie !! thank u sooo much for ur submission !! (for all my other pals, submissions are still open !)

cw: angst, unrequited love, eremika appearance

"wish i could ask, 'how was your day?' / i wish i knew the person's name / you think of under the covers when you slip into the night"

the light from the tv screen flickers over your body as the couch swallows you into the space between armin and mikasa. you simply wish you could disappear. eren’s arm wraps securely around mikasa, her legs thrown over his in a lazy show of affection. you and armin? nothing. your legs don’t even touch.

snores from next to you pique your interest, and you glance over, finding both eren and mikasa’s eyes shut as they sleep peacefully through the movie. do you tell armin? could this be a chance? you don’t think he heard them yet, so you decide to leave it be. just for now.

you stretch your legs, but armin doesn’t seem to notice. he pulls out his phone and starts texting someone, but you can’t see who it is because of his privacy screen. it could be jean or connie, it could be that girl he mentioned off-handedly to eren when the four of y’all were eating dinner. you really hope it was just one of the boys.

he sighs, relaxing his body, and his thigh presses against yours. you try to cage the reaction, the slight jump—but you can’t. it’s not like it matters anyway. armin isn’t even paying attention, still texting. you lean back into the couch, wishing it would gobble you whole, wishing it would suck this feeling out of your body.

you’d liked armin for a several weeks now. he was kind and considerate and he probably didn’t even mean for his actions to be considered flirtatious. it was a welcome change of pace from the shitty previous relationships you’d been in, so maybe that was why you’d found yourself bending over backwards so he would notice you and give you a one armed hug when you all hung out together and he would ask you about your day because it simply was the nice thing to do.

was it pathetic? yes. did you care? not really.

your heart accelerates when he relaxes further, sinking into the couch as he stretches his arms over the back of it. it’s not meant to be a move on you, but you can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks at the thought that maybe it is. you can’t return anything, though. you can’t alert him to your feelings.

the movie credits roll, and you gently nudge mikasa awake, who in turn mumbles into eren’s hair as she pulls him off the couch and they stumble tiredly to eren’s room. and then it’s just you and armin. you stretch your legs out, begging for the feeling inside you to dissipate.

“how… how was your day?”

the question echoes like a bombshell in the quiet living room when it leaves your lips without your permission. you want to slap a hand into your forehead. you could’ve asked this hours ago when the four of you first got together. armin swallows, looking slightly confused, before answering.

“it was good. how was yours?”

you couldn’t have made the situation more awkward. you stand up to leave, grabbing your bag.

“it was good.” you sigh, chewing your bottom lip as you tug the hem of your tshirt nervously. “i’m… i’m gonna head home.”

“be safe.” he smiles, going in for a friendly one armed hug that you straight up want to refuse because of how platonic it is, but you can’t because it means you’re touching him.

you pad over to the door, hand freezing over the doorknob. “armin, i-”

i think i really like you. i’ve never felt this way about anyone else. can i spend the night? can you hold me? would you kissed me if i asked you? would you love me if i asked you?

“nevermind. have a good night.”

submissions for the promised event are still open ! click here to go to the nav page <3

#armin x you #armin alert x reader #armin alert x you #armin x reader #🍀beanie's events #promised event #🪐beanie writes!

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