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silkythewriter · 4 months

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Heyy so weird request but could you do a vox x reader who has a kinda one sided rivalry with him in the sense every time he releases tech she'll challenge herself to make a better version

Vox with a one sided rivalry with reader!

Warnings!: A tad tinne winne bit of angst!, sorry if he’s OOC! (˃̣̣̥ ^˂̣̣̥`)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!: OOOOOO I haven’t written rivals to lovers in a bit! Hopefully it’s not too bad!

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Summary!: One sided rivalry with are favorite TV demon (ﾉ ≧∀≦)ﾉ

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

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“In the morning, you would gone

I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on To

the memory of your lips God,

I'm so lovesick What have you done to me?“

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

Devastated, like actually in greif

After YEARS of not even a single demon upon billions below in the forsaken place called hell could make a DENT in the empire he built. But then you came along! With all your Gezmos and trinkets! (He refuses to call them anything other then that)

He is insecure, no matter how much he puts a face on about not having a fear in the world. He dose, he’s terrified of being replaced or knocked off the top!

The first time you released something after he did he merely laughed. You? A small tiny little business? What idiot would do that!? Your product was most definitely gonna be looked over!

Or that is what he thought at first (ಡ‸ಡ)…

Soon he realized how quick your growth to fame was. And honestly had a melt down, who even were you?!

He makes back handed complements on his TV show like for example “and on recent news a new technology has been released by *insert your name/company name*, looks a bit cheap but it’s okay for their first time!”

Yea expect those a lot…

He’s use to company’s butting heads with him, but he always squashed them in under a day! If not less!, so he was bewildered when you just kept popping up everywhere. He doesn’t even know how. half of the channels in hell are owned or under his name! Or at least played on HIS tvs!.

And when he released a product only for the next day for it to get a bit over shadowed by yours he loses it. He immediately thinks your doing this on purpose, he thinks your doing this as a means to get his attention.

Will never admit it but he bought one just to break it outta rage but after a bit he understood the hype, will take this to his second death bed.

He’s never had a good look at you before maybe a small invention or gala for some of the highest company owners in hell. And let me tell you when this man saw you he was shocked, it took velvet to snap her fingers for him to get out of his trans-like-state. He’s more embarrassed then he’s ever been, not only are your products prove to be a good runner up to his but you were making min lose his breath.

He didn’t wanna believe at first before velvet confirmed it to him.

And may i say, the minute you glanced at him and gave him a charming smile while waving your hand at him with a small glint of pride in your eyes, he actually had a system crashed screen as his whole system rebooted.

It wouldn’t be long till you made your way over to him trying to introduce yourself(•̀ᴗ•́)و

Honestly he couldn’t think straight until you excused yourself to talk to another business owner. He dosent understand, for all the years he’s been dead how is his heart beating so fast for you?

In denial about any feelings towards you, it can’t be! He despises you !, right?

Takes him a bit to work up the courage to talk to you again, as he introduced himself properly with as much passive aggressive charm he could muster. Only to be confused at your sweet yet passive aggressive smile as you shook his hand with such care

How can someone be so competitive yet so sweet?

We’re you trying to woo him on purpose!?(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

He didn’t understand even though he knew your intent, and the underlying nature in your interaction. He still found it charming, and shocking at you technical level and marking tactics. He isn’t happily impressed, but he is definitely impressed, he would never show that though of course.

It always seemed no matter how much of a short time between releases you always managed to make it better he just didn’t understand how!. How did you have such short time to perfect something that he’s been working at for months!

He soon realizes out shinning you or squashing you business wasn’t gonna work. You guys were too evenly matched, it would be through pure luck that one of you would out shine the other one day and not the next. So he did the best next thing, purposed a business deal (quite reluctantly might I add)

To just merge company’s he knew your rise wouldn’t falter anytime soon.

At first you felt like this was a trick, to steal your soul or take you out while your walls were down. But he quickly explained it’d be easier to just have you work on things and share the profit (surprise, surprise)

Now you can decide weather you accept or not!

But after that meeting he would call you over for many more strictly for business meetings! Definitely not just desperate to spend time with you or anything

Even when you proposed to just, email, or text, he still declined saying he found it easier to say what he needed out loud. Definitely…. (≖ᴗ≖✿)

Sooner or later you’d catch on, or some people on the news would gossip of your “secret affairs”

You would soon confront him about this, and let me tell you this man is decent at standing under pressure in some if not most situations expect this one.

I feel like he wouldn’t admit it till MANY months later cause he’s just that stubborn

He just hates it, he hates your stupid smile, the way you make his stomach do back flips, the small glint of happiness and pride when your product is loved and bought by the millions. He hates the smile you keep even if at a rivalry with him. He hates everything about you, he hates it, he hates it so much he ends up realizing he loves it.

Yea he is one complicated man….

But once he finally admits it, and you end up giving it a shot. This guy would try to act like he wasn’t about to shut down, like his inner fans and vents weren’t about to self implode, he’d act cool and collected about it but behind closed doors he’s quite literally smiling like a dope

NOW if this were released to the public, the mess that would ensue is scandals upon scandals.

I mean! Imagine the head lines! “Two of hells most biggest company rivals now together?!”

News is fast to spreed lemme tell you that

I feel like he would rather have the relationship private but if it got out…let’s just say he wouldn’t stop it either per say (¬‿¬)

Overall! I feel like even if it was a one sided rivalry I feel like it would quickly turn to both of you butting heads. Cause to out shine the king of tech himself is quite the challenge, and you being able to do that says a lot!, he’ll be holding a grudge even into a relationship and still would get competitive here to there he would definitely still study your work to see how you improve so fast!. Still in the end of the day he’ll still dote on you behind close doors!

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WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT OH MY GOSH

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I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!, I haven’t written rivals to lover plot in a bit BUT MY GOSH NESS ITS VERY FUN TO PLAY AROUND WITH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 7 months

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HI saw your requests were open for sagau so i thought i'd drop on by

can i request creator reader with favourites, specifically alhaitham and diluc but you can add more if you'd like! just generally how the character would react to being favourited by the creator and how the creator treats them pls <33

have a good day and no stress if you don't like the idea, just a lil brain rot i've been having recently

lei <3

Hello, Lei Anon! I'll gladly do this request! It's been a while since I've done something like this too lol—I'm doing great as of right now. I hope you're having a good day as well :) I hope you like what I got!

Alhaitham & Diluc Getting Favoritism Privileges ✨

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Diluc

When he heard rumors that he was being favored by the Almighty Creator, he denied it at first. It was just the drunkards in his tavern just talking and rambling. There wasn't anything that could be used as solid proof to back up their drunk claims.

If it wasn't for the fact that you strolled on in, saying, "Diluc, my favorite Main!" he probably would never have believed it.

With your attention consistently on him, Diluc is often praised for gaining Mondstadt the true blessing of the Almighty Creator. Diluc is constantly being given gifts that you find, bought, or crafted—be it a chair made of the finest wood, a fresh bouquet of freshly picked asters and cecilias, or a fresh pair set of clothes with the best quality of silk! Or, whenever you think your gifts aren't enough—mora.

"Your Grace...there is no need for any of this." Diluc doesn't know what to do with the amount of gifts you're giving him constantly. He doesn't even know where to place them in your manor. Adelinde and the other maids are even struggling to maintain the overflow of gifts you've been gifting.

And you, of course, don't think this is enough. "Diluc needs more love" is your motto now!

Alhaitham

Alhaitham's heard of the rumors about being favored by the Almighty Creator. Even Kaveh brought it up, drunk or not, about how Alhaitham was like the golden child of the Their Divine Grace.

Like the usual guy he is, he shrugs it off. Rumors cannot be taken as truth, but that does get him intrigued. Thus, he starts researching to see if these rumors were true, and if not, what parts of the rumor were true.

Turns out, the answer was rather easy to find—you just straight up walked up to him and handed a few books you thought he might find interesting for him. And by a few, I mean at least 50 books.

"Thank you, Your Grace. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to bring any of this home—" "I can help you bring it home!" "—nor do I have the space for it." "I can buy you a new shelf! No, actually, I'll build you your own private library!" "Oh? You're even more intriguing than I thought, Your Grace. Allow me to ask for your help and aid to carry these books home."

You would often buy him books, or give him more mora, or hell, even gift him any furniture or equipment he needed! Anything he needed, you would find a way to supply it to him, or just gift it to him in general, because why not!

Safe to say that Alhaitham took quiet amusement to Kaveh's flabbergasted expression and shock. And, ever the perfectionist he was, how Kaveh was fumbling on shelving the books in the new (big) library you built beside his house that only he (and Kaveh) could access.

Safe to say he is grateful for your favoritism.

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ohdeerfully · 21 days

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Hello

I live

Well, barely

OMG ISTG I JUST REREAD LIKE ALL OF YOUR FICS I'M GOING SGSJDGDJHFJDY

Your writing. I swear. It's so good. Like when I read any other alastor x reader fic I have this nasty voice in the back of my head going 'He wouldn't do this'. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE

You are a genius. (Thabk you for speepy Alastor coming from an insomniac is good praise, no?)

My personal favourites are

a. Either of the sleepy Alastoe fics (obviously)

b. Dry bed. Istg the writing in that.. Augh

Could you do a part two to Dry bed? Maybe they just wake up (Together!!!) and awkwardly get their way down to breakfast. Then they simply avoid each other all day, not talking, but still stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Then reader finds Alastor chilling on the hotel roof the following night and they TALK about it. And figure things out.

Omg thabk you for listening to my rant I hope you are doing well byeeee

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P. S. You and your fics are my new hyperfixation

hello!!!!! in general sorry yall for my absence, finals are literally next week so it Will happen again

im so glad u like my depiction of alastor hes literally so annoying to write... a dry bed is honestly probably one of if not THE fave fic ive written (though might be a tie with mourning dove) so i hope part ii does it a bit of justice (,: i kind of deviated from ur request at the beginning (they dont wake up together >_<) but otherwise i hope u enjoy! hopefully its not too obvious i kind of rushed it

mwah! <3

A Warm Bed

(sequel to A Dry Bed)

Alastor x Reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) TW: none really, alastor is probs ooc but who cares

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It felt a little bit too cold when you woke up, but you couldn’t immediately find a reason why. Your eyes squinted open, facing the curtains that were drawn just enough to where a peek of the morning light rudely shone against your face. You turned over with a dissatisfied groan.

Peering at the empty bed beside you, you stared blankly as wheels began to turn in your mind. It only took a few seconds to remember the previous night, and your face quickly warned as you hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, wrists coming up and rubbing your eyes with a sense of dismay.

Man, what were you thinking. You felt a strong mixture of regret and embarrassment but also… you felt lonely. The strong, strange affection from Alastor the previous night directly compared to him disappearing and leaving you alone in the morning made you feel all the more cold. The room also had an uncomfortable silence to it, but at the same time too loud with the hum of your ceiling fan.

Whatever, you feigned indifference to yourself and lifted yourself from your mattress, legs dangling over the side of your bed for a few moments, allowing yourself to get a quick stretch in before sliding on some comfortable slippers while you went to your restroom, protecting your feet against the cold tile.

You quickly freshened up, pulling on some comfortable loungewear before leaving your hotel room and walking down the long corridor that led to the steps. Maybe it was just your current mood, but the ambience was too quiet and uncomfortable.

Your spirits slowly lifted as you made your way down the steps, and you could hear the faint clashing of kitchen tools being dropped and thrown, alongside unintelligible and arguing voices, one doubtlessly being Vaggie trying to tame—or, no, threaten—the chaos.

The air, at the very least, smelled good despite the racquet. Though you were in Hell, the food was still appetizing—even if you weren’t exactly sure what it was half the time.

You must’ve made it just in time, as right when you turned the corner you nearly hit your head against Charlie’s shoulder as she rounded the same corner. You tripped over each other for a moment before she ultimately steadied you with a hand and a breezy laugh.

"Good morning! I was just about to tell everyone breakfast was ready…” You smiled at her gesture. Every morning she tried to host some sort of typical continental style breakfast that was standard for most hotels—that is if Niffty’s behavior permitted a successful morning—and the quality was usually higher than what you remembered in your time alive. Of course, you were dealing with the Princess of Hell, who obviously wouldn’t want anything mediocre for her treasured guests.

“Thank you,” was all you could offer in return before she passed you, doubtlessly to gently announce the food to the other guests. There had been an increase in residents lately, so you weren’t shocked at the piles of delicious looking food that met your eyes when you stepped into the kitchen. You could practically imagine sparkles dancing around the fluffy pancakes and still sizzling pans of various breakfast meats.

You helped yourself to a meal, carefully stepping around the growing crowd of other guests, who all, for the most part, seemed a little aggravated at being woken up but nonetheless pleased at the free meal.

A brief hush filled the room as the air seemed to get just a bit heavier, more ominous, alongside the new presence of a prickling against your skin. You didn’t have to look up, nor did you even want to look up, to know who the culprit of such a suffocated atmosphere was; you knew him well enough.

The kitchen slowly came back to life, albeit a bit stiffer and with quieter conversation. You kept your eyes glued to your plate of food as you made your way towards the dining area. As you passed through the entrance, out of your peripheral you saw the large, looming figure of the demon you had become unnaturally attached to. You didn’t look up or even acknowledge him, pretending to just not notice, but you could swear you felt his red gaze burning a hole in your skin.

A few minutes passed after you sat down before Alastor joined you, sitting in his unofficial assigned seat. The only difference was he didn’t scoot his chair nearly as close as usual, as well as the way his body was turned just slightly so that his back was facing you. Not enough to be noticed by other people, but just enough for you—though, maybe you were just overanalyzing things?—to notice how he was pointedly uninviting you from any interactions with him.

Why even bother coming to breakfast, you thought coldly to yourself, deciding to just feel mad about it instead of stewing in your own self-hate and regret. You had already spent all morning feeling stupid for the night before. It’s not like you even eat this shit. Go eat a dead deer or something.

Your fork poked aggressively against the food on your plate, head propped up against a fist as you mindlessly scooted the food around in a pool of syrup. You hoped to convey some sense of hatred to the demon next to you as you jammed a fluffy bite of pancake into your mouth—oh, that’s so good, your spirits were lifted just a bit as the slightly sweet and buttery pancake touched your tongue.

A hand touched your back, and you jolted in surprise. Naturally your eyes first went to Alastor next to you, thinking maybe he was finally over himself, but he had his hands folded on the table in front of him as he watched another table argue over something probably meaningless. Maybe you’re crazy, but did you see his eyes flick to your just as you looked away? You shook off the idea.

Vaggie sat to your right, and was currently eyeing you with a hint of concern in her eye. You shrugged off her hand as politely as possible before smiling at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it off with an ‘I’m alright.’

“People that are ‘alright’ don’t usually have some personal vendetta against a plate of breakfast food,” She said in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private, particularly from a certain set of prying, fluffy red ears. “You know you have friends here. Especially Charlie.”

“Really, I’m all good, just… long morning,” You did your best to wave away her worries again, suddenly feeling a little childish. From the way she spoke, you would think she was talking to someone going through something serious—you were just having some guy problems.

It seemed to work well enough, because after looking at you for a few more beats she raised her hand and turned away, picking up a conversation with her girlfriend. You sat in your spot for a few more minutes, but the growing anxiety from silently and awkwardly sitting next to Alastor, sifting through so many racing thoughts and doubts, gnawed at your stomach. You finally stood up and excused yourself with a thank you and left the room.

You had no specific place to be, so you just wandered into the lobby and slumped against a couch. You briefly wondered where Angel was; he was surprisingly good at listening to romantic troubles, though honestly you probably wouldn’t divulge your whole “thing” with Alastor. That would probably meet no welcomed response.

You must have dozed off, because the sudden sound of raised voices startled your eyes open. Arguments and general anger were commonplace here, so you weren’t particularly shocked to find Vaggie and Angel Dust going at it about something regarding his behavior and the Hotel—a recurring theme in their conversations. Vaggie’s words fell on deaf ears as Angel tutted at her words with a waving and dismissive hand.

“I’m sure ninety percent of these guests would love to have a piece’a me!” He said, taking long strides across the room as he fixed up his chest fluff with two hands. He leaned his hip against the large chair that, much to your dismay, sat Alastor, his grin tightening as Angel approached. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the spider laid his torso across the head of the chair.

“Even this one…” Angel said with a pouty lilt in his voice, finger dragging up the embellishments as he tried to play flirty. Alastor clicked his tongue distastefully in response before he stood up, hands folding neatly across the top of his cane.

“Not quite to my taste, thank you!” He said, looking down at Angel with an ugly curl in his lip. Angel only huffed in response before slinking down the back of the chair and taking up the space where Alastor previously sat, leaving said demon just standing there.

Alastor’s eyes glanced at you, so brief that you honestly may have imagined it, before he simply hummed with closed eyes and melted into the ground, the shadow where he once stood inking across the carpet before finally coming to a rest… behind the couch where you were laying. You grimaced as you felt his presence manifest again, sending a ripple of that familiar prickle down your bare arms.

Was this going to be your eternity now? Playing some game of cat and mouse where you have to leave every room you’re in just because Alastor gets too close for comfort? You turned your head to try to get a look at him from the corner of your eye, but immediately looked away again when you saw he was already looking at you. You couldn’t read his expression.

You sat up and thought for a few moments. Honestly, it was probably best to just go spend a depression day alone in your room. As pushy as Alastor could be, he wasn’t typically the type to barge into rooms without invitation.

Slowly standing, you managed to avoid the attention of the couple of others in the room—though, realistically, none would care if they happened to see you leave; you were just on edge to everyone and everything. You quickly made your way up the stairs, frowning down at your feet as you walked. You shot a sideways glance at Alastor as you rounded a turn in the steps, finally meeting his gaze for a few seconds before your view was blocked by the wall.

You sighed as you found yourself in front of your hotel room, a heavy feeling making you suddenly choke up. You ushered yourself into the room before you embarrassed yourself by crying openly in the hallway, but the comforting solitude of your room as you leaned your back against the door to close it made it a bit easier to breathe.

After ensuring the door was locked, you went to stand at the edge of the bed, frowning down at the still unmade sheets. Thoughts of that tender night came to the front of your mind at full force, and you bit your lip anxiously. The warmth of his body against yours, the tangle of legs and soft touches of lips… was it all actually, in a cruel turn of reality, a fake expression of care from him? When you had finally begun to think you could read the affection on his face…

You settled into the soft mattress, uncomfortably aware of how big and cold it was. You were no stranger to sleeping alone by any means, but after finally experiencing the shared space with someone you loved, the contrast was stark and unwelcomed. You did your best to ignore it as you tucked yourself in, letting your eyes fall shut in a poor attempt to sleep away your worries.

Your attempts were unsuccessful, and an empty feeling of longing and despair in your stomach grew stronger with each hour that passed as you watched the red hue of the daylight sky turn darker. You felt both restless and tired at the same time, lacking any energy to actually do anything to pass the time.

It all proved to be counterintuitive to the whole “sleep your worries away” as the hours you spent just lying down only gave you ample opportunity to melt in your own thoughts as the memories of last night kept returning. Man, why did you have to kiss him? You unwittingly ignored the fact that he had also played a part in closing that gap between you; you were honestly just pinning the blame fully on yourself.

Finally sick of stewing in misery, you kicked off the heavy blanket and stood up. You needed some fresh air.

You tried to walk quickly with a fake sense of purpose so, in the odd chance you passed someone, they hopefully wouldn’t ask about your absence all day—you were typically more present and friendly with everybody as you would often help Charlie with event organization. Lucky enough for you, you passed nobody on your way to the door that opened to some stairs up to the roof of the Hotel.

After a quick pace up the echoey, metal steps, you pushed open the large doors and greeted with a pleasantly cool rush of wind. It was still warm, of course, being Hell and all, but cooler than usual. You quietly closed the heavy doors behind you.

There was a spot on the roof you typically sat at during long, restless nights, and you turned the corner of the door before promptly backtracking and pressing yourself up against the metal door once again, jaw clenched in a mix of shock and anger.

Why the Hell was Alastor on the roof at your spot with your blanket that you had left up here on some previous night? Was he doing all this on purpose? Constantly getting all too close to you while simultaneously acting cool and indifferent towards your existence? Was this all just some sick game to him? Well… it is Alastor.

You peeked over the edge from where you hid to get a better look at him. He sat serenely with his back towards you, legs hanging over the edge of the roof. You couldn’t see his expression, but his body waved just slightly, most likely to the tune of some song in his head. Despite all the frustration you felt in your soul towards him, looking at him under the blanket of a dark red sky with a sprinkling of stars… he still endeared you. Especially when he looked so harmless and relaxed.

Just as you were about to turn away again and find somewhere else to relax, he cleared his throat, stopping you before you could even move.

“It’s rude to stare,” He stated, projecting his voice just enough for you to hear the light humor in his voice. “You seem like a stalker, darling!”

You straightened your shoulders before walking out from behind the wall, a frown on your face. You didn’t walk any closer—God forbid you accidentally do anything to hurt your relationship anymore, if that was even possible.

“I didn’t mean to, I was just… surprised, that’s all,” You reasoned, tapping your foot impatiently. “You are kind of in my spot.”

He hummed, absently pointing at the surface around him. “I didn’t see your name on it.”

You couldn’t really think of a response quickly, so you just stayed quiet, continuing to just stand in place a few meters away from Alastor.

He briefly put his hand down on the space next to him, patting twice in a vague invitation for you to join him. You thought for a brief moment before cautiously walking towards him, steps growing slower with each foot you got closer. He made no move to send you away—in fact, he even started moving the blanket in a way to make the concrete just a bit more comfortable to sit on. He still didn’t look at you.

Embarrassingly your hands had started to shake, which you realized when you reached your hand down to support your body as you lowered it to sit. You just hoped Alastor didn’t notice. You let your legs fall over the ledge, swinging slightly next to Alastor’s. You didn’t notice how he shifted his knee a bit closer to yours.

The two of you sat in silence under the still-darkening sky, and you couldn’t decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence. Alastor didn’t seem to mind, so you tried to convince yourself it was comfortable despite the itching anxiety in your chest.

“I’m really sorry about last night,” You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Was it a bad idea to even bring it up? Maybe. But you felt that your relationship was already irreparably damaged so it couldn’t hurt to at least apologize. You saw his eyes turn towards you out of your peripheral, and you were too ashamed to meet his look, instead opting to fiddle with a fray of the blanket edge.

“Whatever for?” He responded after an uncomfortably long pause—this stunned you. Fuck you mean ‘whatever for?’ Your head whipped up to look at him, brows furrowed.

You had spent all die scared that you ruined everything between you and Alastor, regretting everything that led up to last night’s events—it didn’t help that Alastor himself was also blatantly avoiding you. What the fuck is he acting so confused for?

Apparently you said that all out loud, as Alastor’s smile was growing more and more strained with each loud word that tumbled from your lips. You didn’t even realize until you were done and catching your breath, but at this point you couldn’t care less to apologize or feel bad about it. You folded your arms and fixated your eyes on some random pedestrian below as another long stretch of silence filled the air.

“You confuse me,” He finally said, with a voice that lacked its usual radio tone. You didn’t respond, so he continued. “I feel these alien emotions when I’m near you—you bewitch me. And I don’t like it. I hate you for it.”

You couldn’t control the slight slump in your shoulders and the sharp pang in your stomach that his words brought you. Hate.

“But… I kill the demons I hate,” He said, looking away from you and up at the sky. “And I can’t find myself wanting to kill you. That has to mean something, though I’m really no man to figure it out myself.”

You cautiously returned your eyes back to him, shoulders curled forward as if to protect yourself against the blow of any harsh words. But, as he spoke, you felt that anxiety slowly lighten as you pieced together what he was trying to convey in his own strange way. Although, you weren’t really sure what to say in response, filled with too many swarming emotions—both new and old.

Suddenly you looked at the space between the two of you—was Alastor’s hand there just a minute ago? You looked up to try to get any hint of his goals; but, unsurprisingly, he remained unreadable. It was definitely safer to just ignore it.

Well, that got a lot harder when his pinkie finger stretched towards you just a bit, practically inviting you. You looked at his face one more time, swallowed your fear, and tenderly laid your hand down next to his. You moved it cautiously closer, just enough so that your pinkie touched his own. His lifted up and curled over yours, tightening in a way to bring the rest of your hand closer and enveloping it with his own. Your gaze was fixated on this exchange and you felt heat warm your cheeks and ears.

You both said nothing, but you thought the pounding in your ears would drown out any attempt.

Your attention finally broke from the hands that now clasped together between the two of you, turning up towards Alastor. You found that he had been looking at you with such an intensity it made you feel like an open book before him. His eyes had a slight glow to them now that the sky had fully darkened—eyes that were usually so malicious and secretive seemed to now burn with what you could only assume was affection.

“I can’t promise I’ll be a good man,” He finally broke the silence. His smile was small but strained, and his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

In response you shook your head with a breathless laugh, tightening your hand just slightly around his as you focused on the street below, watching the scattered presence of night owl demons.

“I probably couldn’t promise the same, either,” You admitted, leaning back and stretching out your legs in the open air over the ledge of the roof. You froze momentarily when Alastor shifted a bit closer, his knee now barely knocking against yours.

He reached his hand out, fingers curling gingerly but firm over your chin and pulling your face closer to his. He examined your face for a moment, red eyes trailing over every curve of your features before settling back to look into your eyes.

“But I can promise, cher,” The new name he referred to you as made the already present flush in your cheeks only intensify. “That as long as you own what’s left of my heart, no demon in Hell can keep you away from me. Not even you.”

His words were spoken almost like a threat in an ominously low tone, that heavy radio affliction dripping from his words. In his eyes was a sudden look of sinister intensity and devotion, something you had never even dreamed of seeing, especially from him and especially towards you. As menacing as the words seemed, you couldn’t stop the wry smirk that inched up your lips, slightly smushed between his fingers that still firmly held your head in place.

“I’d like to see anyone try,” You responded in an attempt to match his energy. This seemed good enough for him, as his smile lifted for a moment as he released you from his grasp and faced forward again.

You yawned and stretched out your arms above your head, popping a few bones in your back before you stood. He followed suit, deftly touching his clothes with one hand to smooth any wrinkles or crooked buttons—his other was still holding your own.

He stepped closer, nearly pressed against you, when suddenly the atmosphere around you seemed to melt in a swirl of black before being replaced with the familiar decor of your hotel room. He gave you a light nudge and you fell back onto the bed.

After recuperating and settling, you watched him from your spot on the bed as he draped off his coat and slacks before joining you in the sheets. His body language was tense and unsure, but to your own pleasure the stiffness in his shoulders lightened just a bit when your hands tenderly rubbed against his skin.

The bed that was only hours before too big and too cold was now inviting with the warmth of Alastor’s body against your own, his scent filling your nose with every inhale as his hair brushed against your cheek. Every movement was a shaky blur as you were still filled with a sense of disbelief and maybe a little bit of adrenaline from the unexpected switch-up from him. The mattress dipped and creaked as he tried to make himself comfortable, which took an awkward few seconds, but after finally settling in you found yourself laid against his chest, fingers trailing down his skin.

Alastor’s own clawed fingers trailed through your hair and he hummed the quietest tune, lulling you further into an exhaustion that you didn’t realize had been creeping up on you. You fell asleep to a comfort that you hoped you wouldn’t have to spend another day in eternity without.

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If the boys had a chronically ill mate:

Possibly ooc

David: the minute he’s told (or realizes) Angel is chronically ill he internally panics and frets about them and how they treat themselves and how he treats them. He knows Angel has been living with this for a long time knowingly or not, their usual laidback attitude and usual lack of thought towards how they take care of themselves makes him concerned. He’ll focus more on making sure Angel is accommodated for in the home and they can be as comfortable as possible in their house.

David makes sure Angel is also treated well in day to day life. They come home complaining of how they’re getting treated or how they have to go into the doctor and how shit the doctor was to them when they told the doctor their problems he’ll come in next time as scary dog privilege and back up bullshit detector since unfortunately they’ll listen to him better than Angel. David is also on top of any medications and the conditions and location of possible mobility aids. Angel will never run out of medication or misplace any aids they need. If any of their medications have bad side effects or reactions with Angel David’s written it down in detail along with when they started it. Anything needs maintenance or needs to be replaced? There’s already an appointment set before Angel can forget or procrastinate about setting one.

Asher: Asher doesn’t worry like David, Babe is responsible and has their shit together out of the two and they probably have a steady routine; and despite his goofball, carefree personality he’s extra attentive to Babe once he’s told and help them see the positive side of things. Yeah he might try to get out of things but he’ll become their personal runner for anything, he’ll even ask David to try and teach him how to cook again so then Babe doesn’t have to make meals when they’re not up to it or has to power through making meals because Asher can’t really be trusted in the kitchen. He’ll also move anything around to make things manageable for Babe, he’ll also carry them and any mobility aids around if need be any time they ask.

Asher isn’t as intimidating as David off of looks alone, he lacks David’s murderer face, but he is very much a people person and I think he’s able to guilt trip people very well. Someone talks down to Babe or touches their things he makes the person feel so bad the person can’t help but apologize and depending on the situation avoid the two. He’s also naturally Babe’s biggest hype man, things are getting hard for Babe and he can’t do anything? He’s there encourage them and then comfort them after. Physio? Asher’s right beside them being literal support and not backing out no matter how hard they hold onto him or how much of their weight Babe puts on him. Asher is also great with positive reinforcement, if Babe struggles to take or remember to take pills he has a timer and little treats to make it all worth it and bearable few minutes.

Milo: Sweetheart is pretty self sufficient and tries to work through hell and high water so when they crash, they crash hard. When Milo realizes they have a chronic illness he makes it his mission to alleviate their stress and pain. He knows sweetheart is a workaholic and they are set well in their ways no matter how unhealthy it is. He has pain killers, massages and a good show/movie on hand. Even if Sweetheart tries to keep going despite everything Milo will pull out the big guns: ✨Aggro✨. He’ll plop the cat on their lap and sweetheart can help but stay put for as long as possible no matter how frustrating it is to be kept from their work. Milo also makes sure that in sweetheart’s work frenzy they eat well so they don’t feel even worse. He has ice packs, heating pads, pain killers and if worst comes to worst his mother to help manage sweetheart’s conditions.

Milo also makes sure he that they keep any mobility aids in arms reach for them. It’s not that sweetheart doesn’t acknowledge that they need them, it’s just that it’s another thing they have to bring with them that they also can’t cloak the aid so they try to go for as long as possible without it. He’ll start to nag if they’re at home and refuse to use it. Milo will also get sweetheart excellent comfy formal wear for work so they don’t have to wear anything uncomfortable or if they have braces they can wear them comfortably under their clothes and are able to look fashionable. I feel like sweetheart carries enough respect naturally with their job and just the attitude they have on their own they don’t need Milo’s help when it comes to disrespectful people and doctors in the empowered world but both would bounce off each other excellently and damn near kill someone with their words alone.

Sam: in short he is stressed. When Sam finds out Darlin has a chronic illness they shrug it off as ‘not that bad’ and that ‘everyone’s bodies do this.’ that if Sam weren’t a vampire and immortal he’d have had so many years taken off his life by the stress of this revelation alone he’d probably be on his deathbed. In the early stages of their relationship Darlin has nothing but a sketchy ziploc bag of Tylenol/Advil and a brace and/or cane from like Walmart. He goes all in looking for their medical history to confirm what they have if it’s there and if they should be on medication and then takes them in to the doctors for various tests whether they think it’s serious or not. Sam is there no questions to make sure Darlin goes to their appointments and he makes sure Darlin gets answers and proper treatments, he is unbelievably persistent and determined to get their health back on track. He is the ultimate mother hen early on and focuses on getting Darlin into better habits while also keeping them safe from their own recklessness.

Sam later in the relationship is far less stressed since Darlin is considerably more stable. He keeps tabs on their medicine still and can’t help but monitor their condition just incase they try to hide it again as to try and not worry him. In the rare time that Darlin finally crashes Sam comes in with old man comfort as they sit on the couch under a blanket. He uses his lack of body heat as a human sized ice pack, putting his hands on the areas that ache the most and apply subtle pressure while murmuring affirmations of how they’re still strong and how he doesn’t see them as lesser or love them any less for times like this.

If darlin has a cane and Sam picks it up Fred and bright eyes joke that it’s his now and to not rush his weary old man body and a whole bunch of grandpa jokes.

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lvlyghost · 9 months

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I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH 😩❤️😍 the way you characterize ghost is so good I can't 😭❤️ I wanted to ask if you could maybe write something for me since your writing style is sooo good frfr

How about ghost and reader have an argument that was started by ghost and he goes a bit too far breaking the reader and making them cry and be just a shell of themselves how would he feel when he sees the readers state and how would he fix it with a happy end please

Broken Wings

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: After a night out, things seem to take a turn in your relationship with Ghost.

Word Count: 2.1k

Tw: angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt, jealousy, probably ooc!simon, curse words. lots of grammar mistakes, poorly edited you know the drill🐝

A/N: i loved this request sooo much, though i did have a lot of trouble when writing it since i wasn't feeling too inspired. also had two different stories but ended up deciding to post this one i might post the other one idk, hope you like this anon! I did try my best🫶🏻🤍🩷✨corrections are appreciated; remember english isn't my native language 🐸

Masterlist✨

"I like you." You said with big bright eyes.

"But no one can know about this. Just you and I. That's enough." He answered, hand tracing the side of your face.

You blink rapidly. You have always been daydreamer. It caused you tons of problems although you tried to do your best when you were out on missions. Ghost is walking ahead of you, boots sinking in the sand beneath your feet. The waves crashing on the shore is something you like listening to and seeing too but under different circumstances. Both of your gear clink with every step you take, it's the only sound as well as the sea that swallows the tense silence that falls between the two.

Things have been rather... strange since two days ago and you've tried to talk to him about it. It wasn't weird for Ghost to push you back every now and then, he was a complicated person and you couldn't be more different from one another.

You were the sun and he was the darkness that came at night or so he had said one night at the common room back at the compound. He was stoic, grumpy and hardly found himself enjoying somebody's company. You on the other hand, even though you wouldn't consider yourself the most outgoing person like Johnny, still you liked talking unlike him. You loved going out with the task force. And most importantly you loved when Ghost joined because you loved him, you loved having him around, despite his gruff responses or annoyed looks.

You jog though your legs shake and tiredness sets in your body.

"How much farther until we get there?" You ask, ignoring the fact that his frame goes rigid when you speak . He doesn't acknowledge you at first. All you hear is a small sigh leaving his lips. You kind of wish he wasn't wearing the damn sunglasses so you could see his eyes.

They always said a lot.

"Thirty minutes. Give or take." The answer is short and cold, breaking your heart a little more than before. Still, you decide to try again.

"Sir, is something bothering you?" Before he can stop it he scoffs, shaking his head. "What?" Brows furrowing on your features. "Simon..."

He stops all of the sudden, turning to face you with a tense stance.

"First of all don't bloody use my name out here. Secondly it's your own fault we've been walking for hours. So don't go asking if something's bothering me, Sergeant."

Taking a step back you open your mouth.

"My fault? I was doing my job!"

"Didn't know your job was to get your fucking head blown off!!" He seethes. "Fucking hell you can't be this reckless and expect me to clap at your poor acting on the field." Your heart begins to race, he had never said such things to you. Taking a small step back your grit your teeth, you hated that his words were making your eyes blurry. This was the Simon you never wanted to see. And yet there he was. "Now we lost the damn intel thanks to you." He spits. But something isn't adding up.

"It's not just that. You've been acting strange for a few days now, Ghost. Don't come and tell me it's just because I did what I was supposed to do!" He stiffs yet again. Jaw clenching so hard you fear he might break it. "Not missing the way you avoid me ever since..." you close your mouth shut. "The pub..." he shifts his weight from one foot to another. The waves are increasing and now reach your feet, dampening your boots. And then you remember him storming off the local pub before he even finished his own drink. Everyone had heard the hard slap to John's arm when he had tried to calm him down. God why didn't you pay more attention to that moment? Because you both had agreed to keep your distances? And going after him was out of discussion? Then the next day you'd barely seen him, just for a short moment during debriefs and that was it. The moment you had gotten up from your seat he was gone. And today you were supposed to go to a special op that had soon become a problem that eventually led to the two of you in the middle of a beach, it was a cloudy day and if it weren't for the heavy layers you wore you're certain you'd be shaking. Sometimes –and you were ashamed of it– you were oblivious to many things and it seemed that Ghost's anger toward you was one of them this time. "What happened?"

He inhales deeply.

"It's over. That's what happened."

Your heart sinks and you swallow hard. Your whole body loses color when he mutters those two words. Out of all the things, all the possibilities you thought he'd say to you, he decided to end everything. Shaking your head you try to touch his hand but he doesn't let you.

"Ghost where is all of this coming from I don't understand!" You choke out. "We were fine..."

"No. You were fine. If I wasn't enough you should've just said so."

"Stop... you... what the hell are you talking about???"

"Nothing that matters anymore. Keep walking and don't say another word. That's an order."

He turns and keeps walking as if nothing just happened. As if he didn't just completely broke your heart.

'You were fine'.

What was that supposed to mean? You think, walking a few meters behind him, scared to even say anything else; to even try to grab him by the arm and force him to talk. It would only make things worse right now.

By the time you reach the safe house it's started to rain the silence between the two is deafening and tense. Ghost's cold demeanor and hurtful words have left a scar. Never in a million years would you think you'd be here, with a broken, shattered heart and no explanation from his part.

Words that pierced through your soul.

That day something died inside you. And he was the reason.

Two weeks, three days and seven hours.

That's the time that's passed since that day at the beach. Two weeks since Simon broke you and gave you no reasons.

You're a disaster.

You barely eat or get any sleep. There's dark circles under your eyes and you're sure you've lost some weight too. Ghost has been gone on a mission alone with Johnny for a week now, which left you with a lot of spare time to think about the two of you.

More tears stream down your face when you remember that day. Had you missed something important? Was Ghost's mind somewhere dark? Somewhere it shouldn't be? God knows he was... difficult to say the least. But every single time you tried, tried to be there for him. Did those late nights at your home meant nothing? Had he not seen the way you looked at him? Had you not shown him enough of your affection? Everything you'd do for him if he simply asked?

Getting up from your bed you get ready for another day. Not bothering to lace your boots just shoving them inside your shoes you walk down the hallways until you get to the training room. Gaz is talking to John in the far corner, the Captain's arms are crossed over his chest while Kyle frowns and shakes his head. You don't to even go and salute them as you normally would do, instead you put your earphones on and hit the treadmill.

It doesn't last long though; after one minute someone stops it by pressing down the off button. Your brows knitted together as you stop, turning to look up at Gaz who smiles politely.

"Sorry for that, sweetheart. You okay?" You nod, but say nothing more. "Come here." He pats your shoulder and helps you down from the treadmill. If you could smile now you would. But no even the faintest, softest grin leaves your lips. Gaz takes a quick glimpse at your face and rubs the back of his neck. "You know, Soap and Ghost just got back. Heard Lt. was asking about you."

"Oh." You murmur. "Okay." You don't move nor dare to meet his eyes. "I'll just head back to my room."

"Uhmm. I- what I meant is he's looking for you..." Shaking your head you walk away, not having the energy to face Simon right now. And why did he need to see you? Made pretty clear that you two were done, therefore was no need to see each other unless it was work related.

"You really do like it here don't you." Your body goes rigid. This was supposed to be your safe place. The roof of the armory was rarely visited by anyone at this hour. Simon's voice seems softer than ever before but you don't answer. Not even turn to acknowledge him. You hear muttered words and then he crouches down to your level. "Price said you're not eating. Do we have to send you to the military counselor now?" How dare he? After all he caused this. You know he doesn't mean it in bad way, somehow he cares for you deep down. Your hands ball into fists, fighting the urge to snap at him, to push him down and just break him the way he broke you. But you don't because you still love him, and could never bring yourself to hurt him. Simon is staring intently at you, waiting, hoping for any sign. He knows he shouldn't be here. Bloody hell he knows you shouldn't even look his way never again. He deserves it. Every bit of it. "Talk to me, love. Please." It's a low whisper. A plea.

"What do you want Ghost?" You ask softly. Simon leans closer, sitting down with his legs propped up against his chest and arms resting on his knees. It's a funny look for someone his size.

"Jus' wanted to see you." You scoff playing with your hands, refusing to lock eyes with him because if you did you'd be done. "Wanted to explain..."

"Then just do it!" You sob. Your lower lip trembles. "And then leave."

"Fine." He agrees. "But I'm not leaving. I- I made a mistake, and took it out on you okay? I was scared."

"Scared?" Your head snaps to where he is sitting. It's painful just to look at him. "Why would you be scared Ghost?" You retaliate

He grumbles, never fancied when you called him that when you were alone. Quite the contradiction given the fact that he told you not to call him his name that day at the beach.

"Because I saw you." He points out. "That night. Everything you're missing for being with someone like me. Can't even show proper affection because it's not me... and you deserve more than that. More than me."

"Ghost..."

"No. Lemme finish, love." He swallows. It's always amusing how controlled he seems. "I lost it, yeah? You looked so happy. How on earth do I deserve you, on what universe do I deserve ya'?"

Sucking in a sharp breath you recall the moments that preceded the events. The sound of music blasting through the speakers, when you joined the rest of the soldiers on the other side of the pub. Private Miller had slung his arm over your shoulders in a friendly manner. You laughed and drank too much that night, it was joyful. Everyone was there, your team. You never thought he felt that way about it.

"Oh my... Simon." You cover your mouth and cry silently. He hesitated for a moment before pulling you close and into his lap. "Should've known something was wrong. Forgive me... I should've stayed with you, follow you after you left." You cry out.

You were scared too, for very different reasons. That he'd get tired of you eventually, that if you weren't cautious enough your secret would be known. Both would get suspended thus separated and discharged.

"No, love. You shouldn't have to go running after me. I should be running after you. Now forgive me, say you will. Or else I might just lose myself for good." You cradle his face in your hands lifting the balaclava just above the bridge of his nose. Thumb tracing his lower lip. Your tears have dried.

"I've missed you so much, Simon. All you gotta do is talk to me, always." He tightens his grip around you. "You think Price would let us go home tonight and not ask questions?"

His chuckle is short and soft.

"Yeah. I think he's known for a while now."

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this isn’t really a request or anythin’, just a thought. 141 havin to deal with a southern team member who only gets progressively more accented the more they get mad.

100% projecting here

pretty unaccented, American, whatever —> ✨ anger ✨ —> Memphis called they want their “oo-ol” back (translation: oil).

i have no idea if they’d be annoyed, charmed, or just confused.

✦141 + Los Vaqueros With A Southern!Teammate✦

(My first C.o.D request and it's for pEOPLE LIKE MEEEE, southern traassh! This my shit. Fair warning, I've never played one of these games cause I don't have a console, so if they're ooc, please tell me how I can improve writing them!)

✦Random headcanons, Southern slang, GN!Reader, Race neutral as well but American, implied to be Oklahoma/Texas style southern, aggressive cursing because I have the mouth of a sailor, a bit of Google Translated Spanish(forgive me), Rudy doesn't have a color cause I ran out I'm so sorry precious boy✦

✧Simon Riley✧

He's not real fond of Americans, admittedly. He's got a little voice in the back of his head that automatically associates Americans with betrayal, but he'll keep quiet.

He cringes at your accent at first. He's not fond of Americans, even less so of most American accents. It's a very thick drawl and after being in the team for a while, he'll tease you about it, telling you to "Speak English" like he does with Soap.

He shuts up when you bring up his Manchester accent being illegible sometimes. It's all in good fun though!

After proving you're trustworthy, he'll basically call you his "special American", to show you're an exception. He will never stop poking fun at you though, just as you do to him. Particularly when you say something intensely American.

"Look at her ass, out here pitchin' a bitch fit with a tail on it." "...What in the hell is that even supposed to mean?"

He'll give you one thing, you treat beef well, which he appreciates. Given he used to be a butcher's apprentice. Americans from the southern states know how to make a hamburger and we know how to cook a steak, that's like...the one thing we can brag about.

If you're like me and you dunk on your own country, he thinks those moments are really funny. Especially when you sound so American.

He probably enjoys you being angry the most. He loves it so much, he thinks it's extremely entertaining. Especially if you're a more small, non-intimidating person on the surface.

"Fuck off! Out here makin' a damn mess of the place, runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off, wrecking my shit! I outta whoop yer ass!" "Should we step in?" "No no, let it go on a little longer..."

Probably tries to make your call sign something heavily American stereotypical, in a funny way. (ie. Bald Eagle, Stars(JILL!), Shotgun, etc.)

A bit hypocritical but if you have a farm with cows on it, he doesn't really wanna see them. His first thought his how to butcher them from years of training, and if they're not butcher cows, he feels kinda bad for thinking it.

Congrats! You're the only American Simon likes, aside from maybe Alex but I don't know for sure.

✧Johnny MacTavish✧

Laughs when you first speak. He apologizes but like, he laughs at you, I'm sorry.

Definitely asks if you have a cowboy hat, and he will lose his fucking mind if you do. The more cowboy shit you own the more he's entertained, especially if you wear them around base/on field.

He understands you super well but no one understands how or why. Johnny explains that it's just because he's good with accents. He'll hear weird euphemisms and, though it may take a second, 9 times out of 10 he'll get it.

"Fucker's so cheap I bet he pinches quarters til they scream." "What?! What does that mean!?" "Means he's a penny pincher! He's cheap. C'mon, that one was obvious, keep up, yeah?"

If you're a woman/female leaning, he'll call you cowgirl. If you're male/male leaning, you get the nickname cowboy. Non-binary/Genderfluid/Etc.? He calls you partner, and he'll always say it with a shitty imitation of your accent.

Asks you a buncha questions about American-Southern stereotypes to see if they're true. If they are, he gets really giggly about it.

If they ever have a mission in America, he'll insist you lead them everywhere. He likes seeing how you interact with people, especially if you're in a big city where some nutsos are. This man would have a blast watching you in a Waffle House. It's the only time he likes seeing you yell in public, thinks it's hilarious.

If you have any farm experience he's gotta see it. He needs to. I don't care if the farm is your great grandpa's and you haven't been there in a decade, you better take him to see the cows and tractors right now, immediately. Especially if there are chickens. He loves chickens.

He makes fun of your accent but he thinks it's really hot sometimes and he's very annoyed at himself for it. Particularly when you speak softly, trying to console/comfort him, slipping in a typical southern pet name.

"You alright there, sugar? Took quite a hit there. You need anythin', sweetheart?" "...I uh, uhm, ahem. N-no, no I'm alright." "Are ya sure, sweetpea? Your face is goin' redder than a tomato."" NO, I'M GOOD."

Manages to get the entire team to call you a southern callsign, whether you like it or not. He'll force it to stick. Most are animal-based too. (Cowboy/Cowgirl, Chick/Rooster, Bull/Heffer, Big Tex, etc.)

Your accent grows on him significantly. While he thinks you're very sexy when you're angry, he's really affected when you're soft and sweet. (bonus note; if you're faux sweet when you're mad? The whole "Oh...bless your heart" type thing? He's prolly gonna pop a boner, not gonna lie.)

✧John Price✧

He's not American but there are a lot of American things he likes, admittedly. Specifically, old western stuff, horses, ranches, etc. That whole aesthetic is something he's always enjoyed. He won't say it, but he has a particular fondness for your accent when he first hears it.

Doesn't understand you when your accent gets super thick but he thinks it's entertaining nevertheless. Unlike Ghost or Soap, he doesn't comment on it, because he doesn't think he has room to talk. Maybe he'd do it once and then you'd throw it back at him and he'd realize that...yeah he has no room to talk.

He's a calm individual but he will yell when necessary. But, what he finds admirable is when you jump in and yell for him. Like you can read his mind and he can save his throat, watching the people who were pissing him off jump back at thick southern curses being yelled at them.

"I outta jerk a damn knot in your fuckin' tail, ya fuckin' dumbass! Didn't ya momma ever teach you respect?! You ain't ever gonna talk to my damn captain like that again or I'll skin yer fuckin' hide!" "Ahem, thank you, sergeant, that's enough."

Buys you a cowboy hat if you don't already have one, for sure. Whether you take it as a genuine gift or you take it as a light jab at your roots, he'll get a lil' dopey smile if you decide to wear it. Gaz definitely makes fun of you two. Soap points out that Gaz also wears a hat religiously and he & Ghost start callin' you the hat trio.

Man melts at southern-drawl-spoken pet names. He truly does. Much like Soap, there's something about it that makes the tension leaves his body, though he's not really sure why.

"You alright there, Cap? You're lookin' bout ready to drop..." "I'm alright soldier, just need to finish this." "Captain, it'll be there in the mornin'. How bout a nap instead, huh? You can't go workin' yourself to the bone, hun. It ain't healthy."" ...oh alright, just for a bit though." "Sure, sugarcube, just long enough to have some tea."

He'll probably pick up on a few pet names and call you them. Whether you wanna take it as platonic or not, it's really just a sweet gesture that he wants to return. Pet names are kinda just...a staple of southern slang. It's part of the accent that he really enjoys, therefore he wants to return it.

If he ends up helping you with a call sign, it's going to be a really sweet & nice one. Or perhaps something that's from an old western he's seen. Probably based on something you've said before. (Sugarcube, Lasso, Hun/Hunny.) Bonus points if you get a super sweet name that doesn't match your stature, he thinks it's funny if it throws people off.

Piggybacking off the last one, I think it'd be real funny if your call name was "Sugarcube" and you're like...a 6'0"+ buff dude with a deep voice. That shit would be funny. Anyway!

If you own/live on a ranch or farm in your off time, he'll feel honored if you invite him to see it. Don't worry, he won't laze around and just appreciate the cute animals. (Looking at you Soap) He's got a little bit of experience with cows & horses, so he'll do his best to help you move the hay and such. Don't let him drive a tractor though, it's one of the few things he just can't do.

John doesn't play favorites, he's fair and precise to his entire team. But...off the field? ...you might get a little favoritism, he's got a weakness for bein' sweettalked through southern drawl. Don't let that go to your head though!

✧Kyle Garrick✧

Kyle doesn't care too much, he thinks every country has shitty stuff and cool stuff. He's a pretty big believer in silver linings. While America is far from his favorite country, and he knows the common trope of uh...less than tolerant people from the south, that doesn't affect how he sees you at all.

He does snicker at your accent sometimes, but only when you say something really aggressively southern. Especially making up random southern phrases that he doesn't understand at all. He finds it endearing.

"We just gotta haul ass and go tear shit up, run through like a buncha Tasmanian devils, right?" "...I understood...some of those words. Uh, sure, right." "We need to move our asses and fuck shit up." "Ah, okay. Could've just said that, but alright."

Thinks you're kinda scary when you're mad. He'll be the type to try and calm you down, but he understands if it's someone who deserves it. Not that he doesn't find your drawl fun to listen too, especially if someone was being an ass, but he doesn't like seeing you upset.

If the person you're yelling at was being a real big ass, he'll let you yell for a little, but step in. However, if you're doing condescending rage? Oh, go for it, do it all you want. He thinks it's hilarious.

Finds it particularly sweet if you're angry on the teams/his behalf. He can fight his own battles but he thinks it's a big sign of trust, friendship, etc. that you feel the need to defend him.

"Bless your heart, your brain ain't firing off on all cylinders is it, hun? Tsk, that's a shame..." "Excuse me?!" "You're excused, sweetpea. You're not gonna talk to my team that way, but you can turn your happy ass around and walk away. I ain't gonna have you disrespectin' the people who've been fightin' the good fight. Have a lovely day!" "How can you sound so sweet and yet so angry at the same time?" "Southern livin', sugar. Southern livin'."

Gaz is a bit of a foodie type, he likes trying cooking from any area he can go to. Southern cooking would...it'd be a new weakness for sure. A lot of it is unhealthy, yes, but he doesn't give a shit. It tastes good. Sometimes he thinks American food is an absolute sin and a disgrace, and he'll state it as such. Usually, it's stuff you agree on. Like bacon-covered donuts or fried butter. That shit's egregious. But things like southern-style chicken or rib-eye on a grill? You're gonna make him swoon with them roasted vegetables. Cooking for him is a surefire way to make you an unapologetic favorite in his book.

He won't say anything at the little jokes that people jab at you for your accent, but he will tell someone off if they say something that's clearly not funny and upsets you. Like trying to imply you're stupid because you come from Texas. (Speaking from personal experience) He thinks it's such a dumb thing to give someone shit over and he won't hesitate to say they're an idiot for trying to use it against you.

Hates sweet tea, I'm sorry. It's just tea but he can't stand it. He'll drink the unsweetened tea you make, but he'll make a dramatic face if he mixes them up. Something that you always laugh at.

He's great at driving basically any vehicle. Helicopters to mini coopers. He's never controlled a tractor before, but if you sit him in one and tell him the levers, it'll take him like...three minutes to get it down perfectly. Definitely gets a smug ass grin if you show you're amazed.

If he helps get you your call sign, he won't necessarily make it based on where you're from, it'll probably be based on a nickname, skill, or crucial event in your career. (Crash; you were thrown through a window, Hotshot; skill for sniping, etc.) But if he were to have one based on your southern ways? Sweet Tea, both for the fact you make it and the pet name you sometimes call him. (sweet pea)

✧Alejandro Vargas✧

Like Ghost, he's not super fond of Americans. His experience with most Americans are annoying tourists and Graves, leaves a pretty bad impression. He comes across unintentionally snappy when he first meets you, but Rudy will point it out, and he'll correct himself.

You aren't the annoying people he's dealt with and he knows it's not fair to say you are. Definitely talks shit on America though, and he'll honestly give you respect if you do the same. Since he's used to the kind of Americans that think being American give them a right to treat others like shit. He hates entitlement.

If you speak Spanish, he's gonna try really hard to not laugh at how your accent affects some words, but it's really hard. He means it in kind and if you're still learning when you meet him, he's proud when he hears you doing well in comprehension and sentences. Still, sounds just a lil silly.

He loves when your accent gets thick from rage, but he his favorite thing is if you speak Spanish in a rage, with your accent on top of it. It's a combination that fills his brain with serotonin.

"Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" "Wha- Haha! What does that mean?!" "Did they say some super weird analogy?" "Si! They did!" "Yeaaah, they do that a lot."

He's notorious for having a naturally flirty personality, it's just how he's always been. Hence why not much phases him, but he does get a quite wide & genuine grin if you flirt back, making your accent extra intense. Especially with the pet names, another man who likes sweet words.

Thinks you having a southern call sign is really cute, especially if it's something your team calls you exclusively. He thinks it shows your endearment to your team. However, if your call sign is something you insist is only for friends, he'll get super giddy about being allowed to call you it.

If he were to pick? (Belle; Like southern belle whether you're fem! or not, Rodeo, and he might call you Americano- but like, in the coffee way. Like it's a sweet nickname, not just him saying your nationality)

Southern hospitality is something he is not used to. Again, bad experience with Americans. So if you explain all the various manners and nice gestures that are considered expected in your home state? He's completely confused, wondering why the Americans he's met don't keep that attitude up when they leave home.

Again, really likes it if you use southern pet names. Especially if you're trying to console him after a really tough day/mission. For some reason it really helps, like a cup of warm coffee on a cold morning.

"Aye, don't stress yourself over it, darlin'. Bad things happen that we can't control, you did everything you could and you were great at it. Don't let it eat at'cha, honey-bun." "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" "Anytime, big guy. Now, you wanna see me try and fail again to open a de la Rosa without breaking it?" "Aha! How about I show you a trick to do it instead?"

Again, like Ghost, you're his special American. Gaz calls you his emotional-support American once and he thinks it's really funny, he'll call you as such every now and then.

✧Rodolfo Parra✧

Sweet darling man. He has nothing against you being American, nothing. But...he cannot understand anything you're saying. He's doing his best but he really doesn't know. He can feel his brain frying every time you bring up something super southern, trying to understand.

He'll have to lean over to your team to ask for a translation, anyone but Soap & Price will tack on an "I think, I'm not sure" at the end of their explanation. If he hears you use a phrase more than once, he'll add it to a little list of notes with the translation underneath it. Treats it like a whole different language. It's adorable.

Like Alejandro, he thinks it's funny if you speak Spanish with your accent. He'll keep a straight face because he knows you can't help it, but man is it fun to hear.

He's not very fond of a lot of yelling if he can avoid it, Rudy prefers disputes to be handled with calm words if possible. But he understands that sometimes it's necessary. Still, he'd want to try and calm you down if you're yelling. But, if you're just acting sickeningly-sweet, kind words that are clearly dripping with venom? He'll just watch. He thinks that shows you handle yourself very well and it's pretty attractive to him, not gonna lie.

"Awww I'm so sorry you're upset, poor thing. God bless you, sir, you have a lovely day. I hope that stick up your ass doesn't hurt too bad." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" "Shh, sugar, it's fine. He wants to be rude, I can be rude back. An eye for an eye. Don't worry your pretty lil' head bout it, sweetheart." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas."

He's really hesitant about American food. It smells great sometimes but all he hears about American food is that it's greasy, or too salty, etc. Still, he won't deny any meal you make. He thinks it's rude to deny food unless it's something you're allergic to.

He ends up liking a few things, but he is biased to his home cooking. But if you start making his favorite foods, or somehow combine the styles in an honoring way? Oh, those are his favorites. He's particularly fond of American sweets though!

Please bake for this man, bake for him, I beg. Apple pie is an American staple for a reason and he'll jokingly claim he'll move to America if it means he can have apple pie every day.

"Rudy, that's your fourth piece! Ahaha, if I knew you liked it so much I woulda made ya more." "Ay, please do! ¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" "Alright then, hun, I'll be sure to make you all the apple pie ya want."

Rudy really likes if you wear stuff like a cowboy hat. He's not really sure why, he just thinks it's really cute. If it's a staple of your whole look(like John's hat), seeing you protective over it, he thinks that's really cute. If you're protective of your cowboy hat but let him hold it/put it on his head to hold it, it's gonna fluster him. Even if your guy's relationship is completely platonic.

If you live near the border of Texas & Mexico, it makes visiting you pretty easy, so he'll have no qualms about going back and forth when off duty. He'll be more comfortable in his home but he won't turn down the offer to see your home, especially if it's a ranch. He's got a soft spot for farm animals. (Particularly goats)

If he has any control of how you choose your call sign, he'll likely pick something the same way Gaz does. But, if you have a thing about what certain people call you - like how only Ghost can call Soap "Johnny" - He feels really warm and fuzzy if he gets a special privilege.

(Translations; "Eres un maldito idiota. ¡Tan útil como las tetas de un toro!" - "You're a fucking idiot - as useful as a bull's tits/about as useful as tits on a bull!" "Gracias, Bella. Lo necesitaba…" - "Thank you, bella/beauty. I needed it." "¡Soldado! No digas eso…" - "Soldier! You can't say that..." "Dios, a veces me asombras y me aterrorizas." - "God, sometimes you amaze and terrify me." "¡Fue enviado desde el cielo!" - "It was sent from heaven!")

#call of duty mwii #call of duty x reader #call of duty #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo x reader

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PROBABLY ooc but I just was thinking about how pathetic Buzzbuzz really was and how they couldn’t get hugs because when they get upset they immediately take their monster form

SO UH YEAH the au belongs to @sm-baby BUT THIS MIGHT BE SUPER OOC AND CHUMY because I was feeling really sad for Buzzbuzz KSKDKDKD SO UH- DON’T LOOK

Also they might seem- mean, or cruel, at times, but they do genuinely care about their friends. Usually, if their friends are at their lowest, they’ll try to distract them, and if they’re in a state where they could hurt themselves (you’ve mentioned Ragatha being delusional enough to swallow glass if told it was a tasty treat, and also Kinger is just…….Kinger) they’d probably opt to just- burrito the hell out of them. Not much else they can do.

They would never help Jax though ✨ KSKSKSKSJDJ

ANYWAYS IM JUST- So obsessed with the au and drawing big monster Buzzbuzz so I might post more (Tell me if you’d rather I don’t like- tag you everytime, cause I know it can be overwhelming)

#also their little neck thing is a bow tie! they hate it SO MUCH #TADC #TADC au #tadc carnival au #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital carnival #TADC kinger #tadc ragatha #TADC gangle

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I Really loved it your writing of ignoring them for a surprise party if is not a problem can you do the same with epel , Jamil , kalim , sebek and Azul? you can freely ignore this request if you don’t feel like to do it btw I really like your writing ✨

Ignoring Them For A Surprise Party, Pt. 2

Authors Note: I loved writing this, Azul and Kalim are two of my top favorites so I really love this.

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

Warnings: Sebek is a fanboy for Malleus and probably horribly ooc (my apologies i can’t write him that well), Jamil being all pouty and mad (mood)

Azul Ashengrotto

It took Azul about a few hours to realize you were ignoring him. You weren’t answering his texts, you walked away from him when he offered to carry your books. He first thought that you were in a rush that morning, or that you weren’t having a good day. But what made Azul realize you were ignoring him was when you moved to a different seat, one away from him, at lunch. You always sat next to him, it was tradition ever since you two started dating.

He tried to move over to you, but you ended up moving again. “Angelfish, what’s wrong?” he asked you, concerned. Were you mad at him? Did he do something?

“Nothing,” you told him simply and went back to the conversation you were having with your friends, talking about an assignment you guys had in History of Magic, and Azul slumped back, feeling dejected.

The next day you heard a knock at the door of your dorm, you opened it to see Azul with a big bouquet. He looked like he hadn’t got much sleep. Once he realized you were there, Azul flinched and brought his attention toward you. “Angelfish! I uhh, wanted to know if you’d like to go out today? We can eat at the Mostro Longue today and then maybe go for a walk?” Azul asked you, almost desperately. It may have only been a day, but Azul already missed you, your hugs, and your smile.

“I’m sorry Azul, I’m pretty busy today, I was going to get some studying done, and then clean Ramshackle up a bit,” you told your boyfriend while looking towards the kitchen, it was even more of a mess than usual, and desperately needed some cleaning.

Azul nodded, but before you could close the door, he stepped closer, “I can help with those things, Angelfish, just say the words,” he sounded more desperate than earlier. After all, Azul just wanted to spend time with you. You said sorry before fully closing the door in his face, leaving the housewarden outside your dorm.

“You could’ve at least taken the flowers,” Azul muttered, as he threw them on the ground before leaving.

On the way back to Octavinelle, Azul began wondering what was going on with you. Why were you ignoring him? Did he do something? Were you mad at him? Did he forget something important? What was it?!

Once he arrived at Octavinelle, Azul went to shelter himself in his office at the Mostro Lounge. He didn’t want to talk to anyone. Nobody except you, but you didn’t want to talk to him.

For the rest of the night Azul tried to put focus on his work, and filling out papers, but of course, his thoughts kept wandering back to you every time. You were Azul’s everything. He didn’t know what to do without you.

The next few days were hell for Azul, he misses you, your smile, your hugs, and your sweet kisses. He didn’t give up on getting you to talk to him. He’d find other ways. Like when your bag disappeared then all of a sudden Jade let you know it was at the mostro lounge. I wonder how. You grabbed the bag, smiled at Azul then left, it was as simple as that.

The next morning Azul is up at the mostro lounge early, plotting what to do next when his phone dinged. He glanced over to quickly see your contact pop up. Azul quickly unlocked the phone and opened the messenger to see what you said. ‘Hey, can you come to ramshackle?’ he read.

‘Of course, Angelfish! I’ll be over there as quickly as I can!’ Azul texted as he got up and raced out of his office. He raced over to Ramshackle, excited you wanted him to come over. Does this mean you’re going to talk to him?

Once he arrived, Azul knocked rapidly on the door until it opened. He stepped inside and saw it was completely dark. “Hel-“

“SURPRISE!” Everyone shouted as the lights were turned on, and confetti was flying across the room. You stood right behind Azul “Happy Birthday, babes!” You said as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. Oh yeah, Azul wasn’t thinking about it, but it was his birthday. He was more concerned about you.

“Angelfish!” He said, almost desperately as he hugged you tightly. He was not going to let you go. “I love you so much. Please don’t ignore me again,” he continued as he leaned towards your touch.

“I’m sorry, Azul, I just wanted to keep your surprise party, well, a surprise. I won’t do it again.” You mumbled as you leaned into Azul, pressing your head against his chest as he kissed your forehead.

Azul smiled lovingly at you. “It’s alright, just please don’t do it again. I missed you too much” You nodded in response as you led Azul toward the others to celebrate his birthday.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim didn’t realize you were ignoring him at first. He knew you had other friends and never wanted to interfere in those friendships. Kalim never wanted you to feel like you had to spend time with him instead of your friends. So, if you were going to eat lunch with your friends, he’ll kiss you and tell you to have fun. If you wanted to study at Heartslabyul with Riddle instead of him at Scarabia, Kalim would kiss you and tell you good luck studying and to have fun.

Needless to say, Kalim didn’t take you ignoring him as well, ignoring him until later, when Jamil pointed it out. “What do you mean they’re ignoring me? They’re just spending the day with their friends!”

“The Prefect has been spending the day with their friends for the past few days?” Jamil asked the Scarabia housewarden.

Kalim laughed it off for a minute, “It hasn’t been days Jamil! Just yesterday we..” He began to trail off as the realization sank in. You were ignoring him. Why?! Were you ok? Did Kalim do something wrong? What was the problem!?

After it dawned upon Kalim that you were ignoring him, he began to try everything to make it up to you. He would text you only to get left on read, he would send you gifts to ramshackle. Grim said you got the presents, but nothing else. He gave you letters, and you never opened them. “Jamiiiilll, what do I do now?” He was whining to his vice housewarden.

Jamil knows why you’ve been avoiding Kalim, and at first, he thought it was a good idea, he regrets ever thinking this was a good idea. “Just.. give them time,” he suggested. Because in a few days, you’ll have a party where you can cling to them. and leave me alone’ Jamil thought and smiled at the idea of Kalim being preoccupied with someone else.

Kalim cheerfully nodded “You’re right. I’ll give them time, maybe they need some space.” That space lasted about 3 hours before Kalim began texting you again and leaving gifts ‘Prefect I miss you 😭😭’ he texted as he lay in bed, missing your cuddles. And right before he went to bed an idea popped into his head.

The next morning you checked your phone to see a hundred messages, literally, not figuratively, from Kalim. You felt bad, you had been avoiding him for his surprise party, but you wanted to make sure he’d have no idea. After all, he has a face that makes you feel like you just can’t say no. One message, in particular, caught your eye ‘I’ll throw a party! For U!! I show my love for you! Be there!’

You saw Kalim in the hallway today and slipped a note in his hands before running away. “Wait, prefect! I wanna read it with-“ Kalim was cut off when he bumped into a pole. “Ow.”

He read the note, which was quite simple, ‘I don’t want a party, please don’t throw one for me. Thanks. But be at Ramshackle tomorrow, after school, will ya?’

Kalim was happier than ever. Had his messages worked? Or was it the presents? Who cares, you wanted to see him! And talk to him again.

After school was over, Kalim skipped back to Scarabia and told Jamil that his planned work. You were going to talk to him tomorrow, and he couldn’t be happier.

“Happy Birthday, Kalim,” Jamil said the next morning as the housewarden woke up, a tray of food was right by his bed, “I made you pancakes, french toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, buttered toast, and some coconut juice. Eat whatever you’d like.” Jamil told Kalim as he motioned towards the food.

“Thank you, Jamil!” Kalim said cheerfully as he grabbed some pancakes and began to dig in.

The day went by like a blur, and once school was over Kalim, with Jamil by his side, raced over to Ramshackle. He was so happy to see you again, it may have only been about a week but to Kalim, it felt like forever.

He knocked on the door before he heard you yell “come in.” Kalim opened the door and stepped inside, only to see it completely dark. “Prefect?” He asked quietly and looked around.

The lights lit up a second later and all of his friends and some dorm members jumped out, “Happy birthday, Kalim!” They shouted and threw confetti.

Kalim’s smile, somehow, became brighter than before. His smile would put the sun to shame. “Prefect!” He said as he ran and hugged you tightly, “Oh thank you!”

You hugged your boyfriend back tightly “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. I just wanted to make sure your surprise party stayed a surprise,” you explained to Kalim as you kissed his forehead.

Kalim looked at you, tears pricking his eyes, “You’re forgiven. But you must give me lots of kisses!” Kalim told you in response, with his everlasting smile. You chuckled and nodded. Before giving Kalim a couple of quick kisses. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Kalim,” you replied to him and kissed him again.

Jamil Viper

Jamil knew you better than anyone else, yet he had no idea why you were ignoring him. It didn’t take him long to figure it out. First, you dodge him after class, then you run off to talk to Riddle? How dumb do you think Jamil is not to catch on that you don’t want to talk to him?

To say the least, Jamil was not happy you were ignoring him. He didn’t care what the reason was. If someone was threatening you, Jamil would deal with it and make them leave you alone. If you were having a bad day Jamil could hug you and say it’ll be alright. So you had no reason to be stressing him out more by ignoring him for no reason.

Seriously. First Kalim’s— everything. And now you ignoring him and making him deal with Kalim. Do you hate him or something? Why are you doing this?

Jamil decided, much against his wishes, to give you the space you so clearly wanted for a few days. But after those few days passed Jamil began to become increasingly frustrated. He would send you texts asking you what was wrong, and if you didn’t respond he would go up to you and ask. All he would get in response, however, was a shrug and you saying you were fine.

Over the course of the next few days, Jamil felt like he was going to crack. He was tired, stressed, frustrated, and infuriated. Kalim was being too much, he had to cater food for his dorm, he had his studies, basketball, and his vice housewarden duties. The most infuriating part, his partner was ignoring him for no reason.

He’s tried asking you, asking your friends, even asking Grim to see what was going on. And all he’s gotten told was that you were fine. That, of course, didn’t stop Jamil from asking, hoping to actually be told what was going on and not just “they’re fine, Jamil.”

About a week and a half into avoiding him, Jamil decided it was enough. His birthday was coming up, and he wanted to celebrate it with you. After all, it’s the least you can do for ignoring him for so long.

During your history class that day Jamil passed you a note and watched as you opened it. ‘Want to go out on a date next Tuesday, Habibi?’ He smiled as you read it.

You wrote a small sentence on the paper before handing it back, turning away before Jamil could open it. You heard the paper open and Jamil groaned. “What do you mean you’re busy?” He asked, hurt.

You shrugged, writing some notes down. You looked over at him for a minute as you spoke “I just got some stuff going on that I got to do,” you replied.

Jamil crumpled the paper and threw it into the trash. After the class was over he stomped off, trying not to cry. You forgot his birthday? You were supposed to be his partner and you forgot his birthday. How could you?

The day of his birthday rolled around, and Jamil spent the entire day sulking around, he heard you whispering something about hanging out at ramshackle. So your big plans were to hang out with your friends? “Yeah, Ramshackle after school,” Riddle said, quite loudly. “Yup, I’ll be there right after,” Azul said also, loudly. Almost like they wanted Jamil to hear.

The Scarabia vice housewarden rolled his eyes and left. To hang out on his birthday. Did everyone forget?!

After lunch, Jamil went to his next class and sulked in his seat. “How’s your birthday Jamil?” Kalim asked. The housewardens cheery attitude just made it worse. But hey, at least someone remembered.

“Everyone forgot, even the prefect,” Jamil replied irritated. To which Kalim looked confused. “did they not tell you that-“ Kalim stopped his sentence. “Nevermind.”

That made Jamil snap. He got out his phone and opened your chat. ‘What is it you’re not telling me?’ then sent another text that followed ‘the least you can do is answer me for all the ignoring you’ve been doing.’

He watched as three dots danced on the screen ‘Come to Ramshackle, I’ll explain.’ Somehow those five words infuriated him even more. That’s all?!

Once classes were over Jamil walked over to Ramshackle, once he got there he knocked loudly before opening the door. He almost tripped entering the completely dark room “Pref-?” he couldn’t finish before the lights turned on and confetti was thrown in the air. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” All of his friends and classmates shouted.

You ran and hugged Jamil, “Happy birthday, my love,” you told Jamil happily. The Vice-housewarden was stunned. But once you kissed him he snapped out of it and kissed you back.

“Is this.. for me?” Jamil asked, gesturing to the party as you nodded happily. “It is your birthday, isn’t it?” you joked, with a small chuckle. “I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting, I just wanted to make sure it stayed a secret. Especially Kalim,” you explain.

“All is forgiven, Habibi. But later we’re going to have a talk about communication,” he told you as you audibly groaned. This was your fault yet that doesn’t mean you liked it. “But for now, let’s enjoy the party,” Jamil kissed you before the two of you walked over to the others to celebrate his birthday.

Epel Felmier

Epel saw you hanging out with Ace and Deuce and didn’t think much of it at first, after all the two Heartslabyul boys were your best friends, you had all your classes together, so of course you three would be at lunch first.

But when he and Jack got to the table, you moving to a different seat as Epel took his normal seat next to you made him think. Did he do something? What if Vil said something and made you ignore him?! Oh, that dirty housewarden how dar- “Epel are you okay? You look mad,” Jack pointed out, making the rest of the group turn over to him. “I’m fine,” Epel muttered as he slunk back in his seat and ate his lunch.

Jack gave you a look that told you to move over and sit next to Epel. To which you have a look back. “Are you guys going to talk?” Ace joked making you laugh, “no,” you replied before looking at Epel, hoping that he was also laughing, but he was just sulking and eating. Ok, maybe you moving over was a little harsh.

Epel wasn’t going to say or express his feelings about you ignoring him, but once he got back to Pomefiore he complained about it to Vil saying how rude you were being, moving away from him, and not saying anything. If Vil agrees and says that you were rude, however, Epel will tell him that you’re not and only he can say that.

The next day came and Epel raced to the lunch room so he could sit next to you before you had a chance to move away from him. But once he got to the cafeteria, you weren’t there. But Ace and Deuce were. “Hey, is the prefect here?” He asked the Heartslabyul freshman as they shook their heads. First, you move away from him, now you aren’t even having lunch?

When Epel went to ask where you were he saw you from the corner of his eye talking to Vil, you clearly said something to annoy him since he rolled his eyes at you. So it WAS Vil. He was the reason you were ignoring him. Epel was about to walk over to the two of you when Jack pulled him towards the table and made him sit down, “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply to his friend. “Hey wait, do you guys know why they’re ignoring me?” Epel asked his friends as they all shrugged and shook their heads. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Deuce said as he ate his lunch.

Epel rolled his eyes as he finished his lunch. After school, he walked to Ramshackle, after you two did have a project you were working on together. And while he was there, Epel was going to ask why you’ve been ignoring him and what Vil said, because there’s no way you would ignore him if it wasn’t because of Vil.

When Epel arrived at Ramshackle he knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. He knocked again when you didn’t answer. “Babe?” He asked. He heard some shuffling before the door finally, yet barely, opened and you appeared. “Hey, Epel,” you said before you looked back into the dorm and shook your hand as if you were telling someone to stop something. “What's up?”

Epel tried to look in the dorm but you quickly stopped him by stepping outside and closing the door. “I- well we had our project for history, and I wanted to know if you wanted to work on it,” Epel answered your question as he gestured to the supplies he was holding.

A loud bang was heard from the dorm. Epel walked to the door “What was that?” he asked, but before Epel could do anything you turned him around and pushed him away from the door.

“Oh, nothing! Listen I’m sorry bubs, but I’m busy, we can work on the project later!” You said as you walked back to the door, but before you could, Epel spoke up “Hey, what’s going on, why are you avoiding me?” You sighed and walked to him “I’m not, I’ve just been busy” you replied before walking inside.

Epel sulked all his way back to Pomefiore and when Vil commented on his posture he snapped. “Shut up, partner stealer,” Epel said with an attitude, making Room burst out laughing as Vil looked as if he were about to murder Epel from his anger.

A few days went by of Epel trying to get your attention and you avoiding him in return. When his birthday came around Epel was sulking the entire morning before he finally got a text from you, ‘Hey, come to Ramshackle after school, please,’ you texted. Epel shot up when he read the message and it had completely changed his day. You weren’t ignoring him anymore!

Epel ran to Ramshackle as fast as he could after school so that by the time he arrived at the rundown dorm he was out of breath. He knocked on the door rapidly “I’m here!” He shouted as he continued to knock.

“Come in!” You yelled in return. Epel practically ripped the door open and flew inside “Hon..?“ He started to talk but drifted off as he realized the lights were off and it was quiet.

The lights were turned on and confetti was thrown across the room “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” All of Epels' friends shouted, jumping out from behind the furniture. You ran to him and gave him a hug, “Happy birthday, my love!” You cheered as you kissed him all over his face. “I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” Epel replied to you and hugged you tighter. “Please don’t ignore me again, I missed you,” Epel told you as he kissed your forehead.

“I won’t. I’m sorry for that. I just wanted to keep your party a surprise,” You told your boyfriend. You have Epel a small kiss again, before bringing him towards the others to enjoy the party.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek didn’t realize you were ignoring him at first, probably because he’s been busily bodyguarding Malleus. But when he did realize he tried to find out why. Why were you running away as soon as class ended instead of walking with him? How come you weren’t answering his texts? Did he do something?

One day after class Sebek raced after you in an attempt to talk to you, “Human!” He shouted towards you. Once Sebek caught up with you he looked you in the eyes, “Hey, is everything alright?” He asked you, concerningly. He did care for you a lot, after all, Sebek was your boyfriend, of course, he’d be concerned if you were ignoring him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, I uh gotta go,” you answered your boyfriend's question before taking off. Sebek sighed as he walked away. He wanted to chase after you, but you didn’t want to talk to him. Besides, he also had to bodyguard Malleus.

Lilia immediately saw Sebek's dejected attitude once he stepped into the lunchroom, “what’s wrong, young one?” He asked the younger student when he sat down. Sebek shrugged in response. “Lilia, my human is ignoring me. I’ve tried talking to them but they aren’t answering.” Sebek confessed He wanted to make it seem like it wasn’t bothering him, after all, he had a job to do. But Sebek couldn’t lie to himself, he loved you and missed you talking to him.

The vice dorm leader nodded as he listened, “Why don’t you try and talk to them? See what’s going on,” Lilia suggested to the green-haired boy. “I tried. But they ran off again. Besides I am devoted to guarding Malleus, or who else will.”

“Me,” Silver butted in the conversation with a yawn. Sebek rolled his eyes before looking back at Silver, the second year was half asleep. Not a shock. “Not if you’re asleep you’re not,” Sebek rebutted back. Malleus gave a small, deep chuckle as the other three students looked over, “I’m honored. But I think you’re letting your being my bodyguard affect your relationship with the child of man. Go talk to them,” Malleus advised Sebek, a small smile appearing on his lips. “If you need more of an incentive. Then take it as an order from me to talk to your dear child of man.”

Sebek nodded as he stood up. “Of course! I will not fail you sir Malleus,” Sebek said as he grabbed his empty food tray and dumped it out before leaving to go and find you. Lilia sighed as he left. “Whatever shall we do with that boy,” he joked as Sebek raced out.

‘Hey, human, please respond,’ Sebek texted you. The boy was walking to Ramshackle, where he hoped to find you. He knocked on the door, “Prefect?” he asked. When you opened the door Sebek smiled widely, “there you are! I need to talk to you,” he told you.

You sighed when you looked at your boyfriend. You looked back in the dorm before looking back at him, “I can’t, I’m busy, sorry,” you told him. “No wai-“ Sebek tried to speak but you closed the door on him.

The Diasomnia boy stayed there for a minute. He desperately wanted to talk to you, not just because he promised Malleus, but because he loves you. “Human, please,” He said one more time before admitting defeat. He let out a sigh before he walked back to the school.

A few days went by, and Sebek kept trying to get you to talk to him to no avail. Until you finally.. finally messaged him. When he heard his phone ring, Sebek quickly checked it to see your text telling him to go to Ramshackle. Sebek smiled at the text before running to the dorm.

Once he arrived, Sebek knocked on the door. “Prefect? Are you there?” he asked. He heard a shout saying to come in. Sebek opened the door, “hey, I’m so sorry for how-“

“SURPRISE!” He heard people. The lights were turned on. All of his friends and his dorm mates jumped out. He stepped back in surprise. Sebek had almost forgotten it was his birthday with his attempts to get you to talk to, and with bodyguarding Malleus. “Happy birthday, sweetheart,” you said as you walked up to the boy. He mumbled thanks as he hugged you tightly to him. “Oh, I’ve missed you. So much. Whenever I was with the others guarding Malleus almost all I could think about was you,” Sebek ranted to you as he continued to hold you tightly.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I just wanted your surprise party to stay a surprise, and I didn’t know how else to do it,” you explained as you gave Sebek a small kiss on the nose before leading to the others to celebrate his party.

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ventithedrunkbardehe · 1 year

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hey! can i request the tokyo revengers characters reacting to a gn!reader who is as strong as yor forger (from spy x family)?

Hello hello!

I'm back again! It might be a bit OOC! bc it's been a while since I finished the manga 🥲 I really loved it if you're not reading it I would reccomend to read that rather than watching the anime but if you're more into animated action then anime is good too ✨

So I'll do

Toman members + Bonten members reacting to gn!reader who is as strong as Yor from spy x family

Mikey: When he found out that you were as strong as him, maybe even stronger... he was hyped. Even tho he already showed you off to his friends, he does it a lot more now. And even tho he knows that you're strong, he's still worried about you, since Toman has a bigger name and there are a lot of gangs out there who would do everything to take Toman especially Mikey down. Anyways let's get away from the dark stuff. I guess if you were a closer friend of his than he would practice fighting with you time to time, but if you're his s/o then he would teach you some cool moves that can help with defending yourself.

Draken: I guess this man was shocked, you didn't really seem to be the type to be a fighter, especially not this strong. He would feel nice about someone backing him up in some fights if you guys get attacked, protecting eachother's backs. He would be too protective of off you, either you are his s/o or a closer friend of his.

Takemitchi: I think this guy would legit ask you to help him get stronger. So the two of you would work out almost on a daily basis. This man wouldn’t be that worried about you beacuse you’re a lot stronger than him so it would be the other way around. I think he would genuienly would try to compare your strenght to Mikey’s, but the two of you have quite different fighting styles and you don’t fight eachother either so he won’t be really sucseeding.

Mitsuya: Our favourite designer... even tho he knows that you’re hella strong, he’s protective about you. He doesn’t really likes seeing you fight, since you can get hurt anytime if you come across a stronger opponent, which I don’t think would happen but who knows. If you get injured while fighting he’s going to be the one to patch you up and scold you for getting hurt.

Pah-chin: I guess he would be impressed by your strenght and would also be very supportive. And he too would be very protective off of you (remember back when he wanted to take revenge bc of his friend and his friend’s gf).

Baji: It would suprise him when you guys get attacked by a smaller gang and the two would fight back. When he sees thst you're knocking out the people by just a hit to their stomach or just a kick to their neck and they are out... Like out-out. "How the hell did you get this strong... And when?" - he asked. "What do you mean?" - You asked back.

Chifuyu: Just like the others he's an impressed bby too. He's very very proud of you that you're that strong. He would show you off to Baji beacuse he's so proud to have you as his friend/ s\o. But Baji would tease Chifuyu about it for not being at your level.

Peh-yan: To be honest 🥲 I don't really know what to write for him. He didn't really stuck with me but I'm sure he would show you off to others, especially Pah-chin. And also the two of you would make a good fighting combo.

Kazutora: He would be suprised and impressed at the ame time when he sees you fighting, since you’re around Mikey’s level of strenght most likely even stronger. He would love it if you join Valhalla with him to get revenge on Mikey. You know guys, ‘It’s all Mikey’s fault.’ But anyways... sometimes he wihes that you’d beat Mikey’s ass up for him. (If we are in the “original” and not final timeline).

Hakkai: He would be impressed, proud and would become a fan of yours. He is a big cinnamon roll so sometimes you gotta protect him, and would stand embarrassedly as you beat up someones ass.

Smiley: He would laugh at your oponent for getting beaten up by you so easily. Would just sit back and watch you from the back as you beat up people (if its not a gang fight ofc).

Angry: Now this bby... he's suprised that you're stronger than him when he starts crying. But he would love it tho. You're stronger than him and his brother so he's impressed, but also would dislike seeing you fight.

Koko: I feel like he’d be jelous. Since you’re a (bit) stronger than Taiju and Mikey. If you’re the same gang as him he probably wouldn’t really mess with you if you’re hot headed. He feels safer with a a nice distance from you. But if you’re the innocent type than its over for you. He will tease you non-stop.

Sanzu: Now this man... wouldn’t belive his eyes when he sees you fighting. SInce his a bit obsessed with Mikey (beacuse of his trauma if we’re in that timeline) he would be stalking you to see if you’re actually stronger than Mikey. And he wouldn’t stop untill he confrims who’s the stronger. He would start admiring you too beacuse of your strenght (If you’re a Haru simp like me then you have been blessed). If you’d catch him stalking you he would probably either comes up with a lie or just walks in another direction.

Kakucho: Pretty much like Mitsuya, he would take care of you if you'd get hurt, and wouldn't really like to see you fight even tho he knows you can protect yourself, so if you go to him with injuries then be prepared to get scolded by him. When he first saw you fighting... he was amazed, since he didn't think that there was a stronger person than Izana.

Ran: Now him... A 100% teasing machine, even more than Koko I feel like. Also would flex on his brother for him to have such a cool person in his life. Wants to see you fight with his baton to see how much damage can you do with that. Would be watching you fighting almost everytime and would take videos off of you too.

Rindou: Even tho he teases you and also would flex on his brother a bit he's pretty much the opposite of his brother. He doesn't really have a problem with seeing you fight, he's not that worried for you as Chifuyu, but also helps you patch yourself up if you get hurt.

Takeomi: The other 'mom' friend/s\o next to Mitsuya. 100% that he hates to see you fight in front of him. He's worried for you everytime you go to him, and you have some bruises. Even tho he seems collected and calm, on the inside he's panicking a bit. Didn't actually think that there is a stronger person than Shin or Mikey untill he met you.

Mocchi: As we know he loves fighting and he most likely heard about you before you guys met. He challenged you to fight him beacuse he didn't belive that you were as strong as the rumors said. And obviously he lost. After that day your life was ruined by him. He always went back to you and challenged you hoping that he would defeat you one day.

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infranthrax · 2 months

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a memory is being recorded… hold on… ✨

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐔

neuvillette x gn! reader

synopsis || as the spring nears its peak, neuvilette is once again coddled by the melusine to take a break from his work. little does he know that this break would land him in inazuma… but for what reason?

disclaimer // might be ooc— first time writing for neuvi.

word count :: 2.5k words

spring— the time of year in which the flowers bloom back, the grass turns green, and the weather briskly warms as the colder days of winter slowly come to an end. fontaine is beautiful during all times— seasons irrelevant. the icy lakes are prefect for ice skating, the trees are at their most vibrant during autumn. but one thing is for sure… neuvillette is about to witness something he’s surprisingly never seen before.

in late march, spreading out into may, inazuma has a floral celebration dubbed hanami, in which the cherry blossoms bloom. starting in the southern regions of the island, and blooming northbound, the trees are a sight to behold. during this time, inazuma becomes a popular tourist attraction as the peaceful nature of the said cherry blossoms is quite the peaceful experience. the people of inazuma gather in parks underneath the trees, accompanying the blossoms’ petals as some shed when they bloom, flowing delicately in the wind as the parks’ visitors enjoy small snacks with tea, card games, and overall, a tranquil time viewing the cherry blossoms.

and you always make time to visit inazuma during this part of the year. you’re making your way to a park with a blanket and a basket in tow, along with your floating friend, paimon, who’s just as eager as you, yet with a slight sarcastic edge. floating beside you however, they smile playfully. “paimon never understands why you come here every year— we’ve seen the flowers dozens of times.” they would say in their high pitched voice. you would turn to them and smile. “i know. but i never grow tired of it, no matter how many times i celebrate.” “oh well…” paimon sighs as you make your way to a park.

this park was right by yoimiya’s firework shack, about half a mile or so away. it was a little hilly, nothing to worry about though, the uneven terrain is nothing to you. you set your stuff down and settle into your spot, which you had previously designated, away from the crowds of people that would eventually form later on in the afternoon. prepping your basket next to you, you feel a set of eyes on you that aren’t paimon’s. a feeling of unease settles into your chest… and then it goes away. nevertheless, you look around, and over to your right, not so far away, you see a man with long, silvery shiny white hair and delicate cerulean feather like horns that fall down behind him. you knew that color scheme from anywhere. he probably saw you and his eyes lingered for a bit too long.

“monsieur neuvillette? he’s here?!” paimon shouted, quite surprised. upon hearing his name, he looked towards you and paimon, before you blinked and smacked them on their small shoulder with your two fingers. he flashed you a small smile, covering it up with the back of his hand. a flash of pink spread across your cheeks— not out of fluster, rather slight embarrassment. “go say hi, go say hi!” paimon would pester as they would push at your back to try and get you up on your feet. you would grow even more embarrassed at this, and reject their words, “paimon, no—“

“go say hi to him!”

“no, stop that crap!”

“oh come on, traveler! get your butt up there and talk to him!”

“I don’t wanna! stop it, paimon I swear to the archons—“

“you scaredy cat! you scaredy scaredy cat! paimon knows you like him!”

“no— no i don’t paimon, what the hell???”

neuvillette spectates this scene before him of you trying to push paimon away, despite their restless pestering, and finds slight amusement in it. he chuckles to himself, stifling his sounds with the back of his hand and a closed mouth. it may not seem like it but sometimes, he’s actually happy to see you. the poor guy just doesn’t know how to go about showing it at times. his formal rigidness takes grip of his rare social interactions as he prefers to be alone, but… he can’t help himself. he removes his hand from his mouth and takes in a breath, calming himself and bringing his calm composure back to the forefront.

“traveler,” you hear his crisp voice being carried by the spring wind. all commotion comes to a swift halt as he speaks, as if to quell the chaos. he is the ludex, after all— one that is tasked to keep order and justice. almost like a title that follows him everywhere he goes, the air of him being strict, yet merciful and calm— elegant… beautiful… you slowly blush in your thoughts, as his voice takes your brain and wraps it up in a pretty, light glaucous ribbon. you see his mouth move, and you hear him, but you don’t process him.

“traveler,” he calls out about two more times before he sighs to himself and walks towards you, abandoning his space on the ground. he snaps his fingers in front of your face as he tip toes behind you. this makes you jump and fall back, to which neuvillette catches you before your back hits his feet. helping you to a stand, he kind of dusts your shoulders a bit with a meek little smile plastered on your face.

“Are you alright? You seemed to space out for a second, I thought you had been seeing something.” Quickly blinking, you stuttered over your own breath, making you sputter out a throat clearing cough or two. paimon playfully pushes at the back of your shoulder, wasting no time to push a response up out of your mouth, “i… i’m alright! yes… yes, I was just… surprised to see you here is all. i didn’t think you’d be interested in things like this.” he smiles a little, being slightly entertained by your nervousness. “Don’t you remember when I told you that I plan on traveling the world sometime?”

it took you a minute, but you did remember that. he did tell you that once. you felt like an idiot— a bumbling, babbling, idiot. you knocked on your head softly. “Yeah— duh, i remember… haha..” you let out another nervous giggle, feeling your cheeks warm up as he steps in front of you. out of instinct, you step toward him as paimon floats in back. “would you like to walk with me a bit? i admit, it would be nice to catch up with you.” you looked back at paimon, who giggled a bit behind their tiny hands. pouting at them, you gave them a bit of a playful glare, but you were interrupted when they turned you back around. “of course, monsuier neuvillette! they would love to join you for a walk! don’t worry, traveler— you can trust me to guard our little space while you are away!”

you hesitated and tried to speak, but every time you would, paimon would be there to cut you off at every syllable, gently pushing you along with neuvillette as he walked with you. “don’t you fret, traveler, you go and have fun!~ go have fun!!~” the little floater chirped happily as they shoved you away finally, and you looked at neuvillette, which he simply smiled at you… a calm, gentle smile. you walked with him as you both wandered around through the empty part of the park that he put himself in, past his designated spot. there was a river close to where he sat himself, a walkway with a bridge built above the water. the river’s path was surrounded on each side with cherry blossoms that were already in full bloom, harmonizing with the gentle breeze. you both walked the bridge, at first in silence.

“hey, neuvillette?” you finally spoke up against the wind that softly blew in your faces. he hummed, acknowledging you. his purplish, iridescent eyes looked beautiful in the soft light of the slowly setting sun— like a hazy purpley blue. they looked towards you, draconic slit the pupils a pure white within that beautiful sea of light plum iridescence. “other than your desire to travel, what brought you to inazuma?”

neuvillette stopped when you both were midway across the bridge and looked out to the river ahead of him. standing where you had stopped, your eyes followed his form as his body partially leaned against the frame of the bridge. his hair and skin glowed to what looked like a golden sheen when reflected by the gentle ripples of the water. “the melusines were trying to get me out again. they were saying something about a festival in inazuma, and they figured it would be a good time for me to ‘take a break,’ as they said.” you nodded, and walked over to his spot on the bridge, leaning next to him. he smiled down at the water that calmly babbled underneath the bridge, flowing and rippling up over the rocks. the wind had picked up for a brief moment, catching his hair and yours. cherry blossom petals started to shed from the trees surrounding the two of you, floating by delicately in the soft current of the breeze. it was truly a breathtaking sight— one that shouldn’t be wasted away. “it’s good to get away sometimes, you know? it’s never a good thing to remained cooped up with your work all day, every day. i understand you have a job to fulfill as the ludex of fontaine, but,” you stop yourself out of fear of overstepping. he looks at you with a blink of his dark, thick eyelashes, his lips gently parting. your eyes meet and you could feel your cheeks slowly glow into a dark crimson. my my, what to say now? swallow yourself— you’ll be okay. you clear your throat, stifling away your stammer, “but… it’s always good to… to step back… you know?” you asked him endearingly. he looked at you for a minute, sitting in silence. neuvillette has always had the flaw of not being able to properly read human emotion, as he is unfamiliar with the concept of humans to begin with. but, one thing is clear— he’s been around you long enough for him to be able to understand you.

and you know that well enough too, don’t you?

he held your tone in his head, slowly forming a small smile on his lips as he stood up straight, turning towards you and… patting your head. that’s what humans do right? to show their admiration? he let his gloved hand softly ruffle on the top of your head, before a few cherry blossom petals got stuck on the frame of your face. he blinked at this and went to straighten your hair back out, clearing it of the cherry blossom petals. you smiled cheekily at him, letting out a small laugh as his hand leaves your head. he returns your smile…

the air is getting sweet between the two of you, isn’t it?

“oh… i remember, i made you something as a thank you for your gift at the lantern rite.” you tugged at your messenger bag that you had been wearing, opening it and pulling out what looked to be an hour glass. each side of the our glass looked like an otter on each side holding the bottoms of the two glasses, and the glass on the bottom was filled with water with a slight blue tint to it with a hint of glitter to mimic how water glistens in the sun. you flipped it around a few time to show him, and then he slowly took it from you. looking at the hour glass, he smiled a bit. “did you make this?” you nodded, gripping at the strap of your bag that laid tenderly against your form.

“i made it to—“

“i apologize, i must interrupt,” neuvillette says softly, putting the hourglass in his pocket. that smile of his is truly infectious— a beauty with no flaws. you blinked as a few petals tangled themselves in his hair due to the wind making them collide with him. “I understand that, while i believe it may be customary, it is not necessary… you are enough for today, and i would like to remind you that i appreciate you, and all you have done.” you look at him with stars glittering in your eyes as your cheeks once again flush. a giddy smile messily plasters itself on your face as you take both of his hands in yours, a move that leaves the hydro dragon quite startled at the sudden action, yet it wasn’t unfavorable. it felt quite nice actually.

“thank you, traveler..” he clears his throat as his cheeks give off a pale flush. he’s not used to people being this close to him with the exception of furina, and even then he still didn’t like his bubble invaded, however this invasion didn’t leave him with a sense of discomfort, but a warm feeling… a nerve wracking feeling, like butterflies flying amok in a field, all up in his gut. autopilot took over your mind as you acted out of desire with no strings attached, getting up on your toes while using his hands for leverage, his arms stiff as you boost yourself up.

a kiss.

you kissed him— the hydro dragon.

he was shaken, sure, but he slowly returned it, caving in and holding you close. you used his coat for leverage as you attempted to keep yourself leveled with his towering height. his lips were cool to the touch, yet they were so soft and light, his touch airy and delicate, purity in his form. it was like magic, this moment. you pulled away after a short while, moving one of your hands to clear his silvery hair of the flower petals still tangled in. with a smile, you let out a calm exhale…

but… hey, was that the sound of a camera shuttle?

you turned to see your floating fairy friend holding your camera in their hands with a mischievous smirk, bouncing up and down in the air as they giggled to themselves as the photo they snapped slowly processed out of the camera. a little polaroid— one that seemed giant to them. you looked at paimon and your eyes widened. looking back at neuvillette, you saw him immediately pull away with a deep blush spreading across his cheeks like a tide, retaining his normal air of modesty. turning to the small, floating entity that was looking at the photo, paimon looked back at you and their eyes widened.

“oh… oh, you look angry…”

“if the archons can put the fear of celestia in you, so can i.”

there was a sudden pause, before you started to chase after paimon as they floated away quickly, polaroid still intact in their grip. amongst the cussing and the shouting and the teasing that erupted from you and paimon, slowly fading off into the distance, neuvillette watched you run off as he took the hourglass out of his pocket, shook it gently, and flipped it into his other hand, watching the glittery water fall into the bottom— trickling down like a tap. he smiled, and watched it, sighing through his nose as the petals blew around him. setting the hourglass down on the bridge’s arm, he leaned over closer to it.

maybe… getting out wasn’t so bad after all.

#📍|| infra is logging…#genshin impact #memory bank #quick access #files application #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #genshin x reader #neuvilette x reader

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pink-apollo · 1 year

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Can I request for 141 with a reader who's only 18( platonic of course) and they were trained to be a soldier from a very young age so

✨Trauma✨

Bonus points if the reader has daddy issues

This had me in the feels….

I hope this was okay??? And I hope gaz doesn’t seem too ooc. First time writing for him so😭😭

Warnings: mention of truama, young solider, parental issues, mentions of mental health

Price

💜Price has seen many things in his time of being in the task force. Has seen and been through things that no one should go through at any age.

💜The moment you join the task force he was well surprised but also worried to say the least. How could someone so young be here?? Is very protective of you. He knows you can protect your self and are capable of many things! But he just can’t fathom the idea of you dying because of him

💜It was never spoken nor mentioned how price had become a parental figure in your life. He’s seen you angry, loosing control because of the frustration. So he took it upon himself to be that figure, to be that parent. And I must say, he’s one hell of a dad

💜As very impressed of your marksman skills and had you often with him and gaz on missions

Ghost

🖤Sees himself in you a lot and it hurts him. How you just go quiet when on missions, dropping people left and right shakes him to the core at times. Will never admit that but will do his best for you to have a better life with the 141 task force

🖤He knows very little of your background but knows that it wasn’t easy. Fighting every day to just stay alive, barley sleeping, always on the move

🖤Although Simone is very protective of you, possibly a little more than price but in a brotherly way. Helps to show you how to keep your aim steady, breathing tactics, and how to be stealthy

🖤Isn’t very open with his past and bring up, but he’ll tell a little for you so you don’t feel alone like him. Nothing better than relating traumas with one another

(It’s actually very therapeutic and to feel like you’re not the only one who’s going through or have been through something, just clarify)

(With the heigh comparison to ghost, is soap a short king? Or am I tripping?)

Soap

❤️Was unsure how to handle you joining 141. Wasn’t against the idea of you joining at all, but felt sad. It takes a lot to join the squad and to see you in your gear standing before them made him go cold

❤️Honestly did scare him at one point and soap wasn’t sure how to feel about it but shook it off only knowing how you felt was much worse. Took it upon himself to engage with you everyday so you felt less lonely and more like a team

❤️Soap has read some of your profile and knows how back at home you were trained to be a solider. Thinks that is more than enough to traumatize a child but here you are. Standing tall with a look of death in your eyes

❤️Honestly likes having you around. If anything, Soap had been the one to break you out of your shell along side gaz too! Is blown away by your humor and loves to hear your witty remarks

Gaz

💕Gaz honestly thought with how you handled yourself was in your 20’s. How you spoke with absolute might in your voice, taking orders like a pro without asking questions, overall a typical well trained solider. Only to find out…you were only 18

💕Was quite curious of you and tried his best to befriend you without annoying you like soap had done before. Of course he meant well but sometimes can’t tell when enough is enough😅 which is we’re gaz comes in! The more quiet friend if you will

💕Has teared up hearing your stories from your home and past. Hates how you were forced to be a soldier at such a young age and how it changed your way of life. Gaz does his absolute best to play the big brother part in your life by taking time out to go to places with you like arcades and what not. Just because you’re a solider doesn’t mean you can’t learn how to have fun

💕Has because your best friend to talk to if you feel uncomfortable, scared, or depressed. Of course the others will always listen, but gaz just has the affect I suppose which he is happy if it means it will help you!

#mw2 #ask #cod #headcanons #x reader #modern warfare #modern warfare2 #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #captian price #John soap mactavish

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silkythewriter · 6 months

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Silky,dear... if you don't mind, could you please do a headcannon for Dee with strawberry s/o. She's so cheerful,kind and understanding ❤️ please. I love your blog,And I've admired you for a long time😭✨

❤︎︎“I love everybody because I love you”❤︎︎

Warnings: might be a bit OOC! Haven’t written about him in awhile I apologize!

Fandom: metal family!

Author note: HIHI!!! OMG TYSM?! UR SO SWEET (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃AHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST TYSM!! please request again this was absolutely AWSOME to make

Summary: Your boyfriend Dee, was one hell of sight, but with you happily walking with a cheerful bounce with him you can imagine the stares you get for the contrast. One doll of a person and then the blond who almost looked straight out of the dead with his dark eyeshadow.

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

“I love it when you look my way”

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

The contrast between you and him is like day and light, and when you both come strolling by weather that be passing by the local convent shop. Or making a quick stop to a store that’s peeked your interest, eyes were bound to wonder. The stares were noticeable, but you guys have gotten use to it, cause your love for him couldn’t be dented by a pair of curious eyes.

Your personality peeked his interest, I mean who could be this kind and caring??, no less to just some normal people who haven’t impacted you in any significant way. It just made him…confused? (-∀-💦)

The way your kind eyes stared at him Tugged at his heart in an alarming (at least to him) way! The blush that spreed across his face the first time you gave him a sliver of kindness was to much for him.

Your cheerfulness always brightened him up especially after tough interactions with glam. Railing up and you being the only one to comfort him back to his collected self. And even if he doesn’t vocalize it he is very much grateful <3.

You make it point to make him feel understand-ed and would never make him feel alienated by his interest un like some un kind people. You let him rant about his newly found obsession or just show off a new skill he learnt.

Even small things like you congratulating him on a good score he got, or maybe for remembering the smallest thing, even commenting on his intelligence. It’s not like his teachers, just thanking him for being the only knowledgeable student, but instead asking more questions to learn more about the topic, and really see how much he knows. And though he doesn’t like being bombarded questions he deems stupid, when it comes to you it makes him like seeing the shock and awed look you give him. Can you blame him? Not only is it adorable but he likes showing off in front of you.

He would rather be dead then admit this but he loves the way you smell like strawberry, he would take this to his grave before admitting this he finds it embarrassing ( =ω= )

Let’s you do his eye shadow only because of how delicate and caring you are with it, you always make sure to take your time so you don’t hurt him little moments like that is what he absolutely adores about you!

I feel like he gets easily flustered by physical touch so whenever your get happy just by seeing him and hug him you can look up and see him red as a strawberry (≧◡≦) ♡

Whenever he goes shopping in the off chance he has some money to spend after he’s done grabbing some clothing he always makes sure to drop by your favorite store. Weather that be a cute accessory story, or a small bakery you might have said you enjoyed, either way he always makes sure he has left over money. So whenever he has a bag filled of random darkly colored clothing only to walk into a store and buy you some pink clips for your hair you can imagine the cashiers surprise. Dee though a bit embarrassed doesn’t care much it’s worth seeing your bright smile at the small item.

Heavy absolutely ADORES you! Literally bouncing off the walls when you come walking in with his brother. He was at first taken a back from how much polar opposite’s you and Dee are but quickly got over it after realizing how sweet you are!.

Heavy definitely teases Dee jokingly before running off after Dee’s had enough you get to sit as you see them bicker you find it amusing but always make sure to help Dee calm down! ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Secretly has the same perfume brand you use and sprays it on his bed or around his room at night because it reminds him of you and comforts him but I didn’t tell you that! (▰˘◡˘▰)💦

He gets jealous easily especially when everyone gets so quickly comfortable with you cause of your inviting personality, he dose poorly to hide this but also hates being called out for it especially by his brother.

But just by you hugging him and saying comforting words makes it all go away, you just know how to make him melt in the best possible way.

But with that all said you basically have him wrapped around your little finger. And though he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way <3.

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

AH WOW IM RLLY RUSTY (๑•́ω•̀๑)💦 I haven’t made head-canons in a hot minute, so I am so sorry if he’s OOC or their not the best, BUT THANK SM THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ESPECIALLY FOR MY FIRST HEADCANONS IN AWHILE!! ٩(ᐛ)و

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Uhm so hi..

Sorry im not very good with social interaction but id like to request the rottmnt turtles with their crush or y/n and they found out that they drew them

Sorry if its a strange request!!

ah don't apologize! got nothing to apologize for anyways <3, also definitely not strange tbh i think most people who draw (me included) end up drawing their crush lol, also sorry if mikey is ooc! ive never really written him :')

🎨🖌️ Raph had a crush on you for a looong time, and it wasn't well hidden at all!

🎨🖌️ But alas, when your in love you never notice all the signs~

🎨🖌️ One day while you and Raph are hanging out, him training off on the side and you drawing him sneakily

Sitting in the garage, with Raph off to the left lifting some weight while talking about the latest villian he'd smashed, listening to him talk so passionately was always so.... inspiring? definitely a nice sound to listen to while drawing that's for sure!

"And than Leo went in all... all swords blazing! he was porting left and right, it was awesome! and then, Donnie-"

and than a crash sounded thoughout the lair before- "(y/n) I am....SO sorry!" Mikey called out, sighing before getting up, you leave your sketchbook where you were sitting before going to check what Mikey was sorry for, leaving Raph alone, with his curiosity of what you were drawing becoming waaaay to big and him snooping

Raph looked at only a few pages! before he got to the drawings of him and he's impressed! he knows it's hard to draw his figure properly but you did it well, there was one drawing that left him fluster though.... of him and you, snuggling under the moonlight with little doodle hearts drawn around it! i mean he's happy as hell because that means you like him back but he's also as red as his mask at that thought!, but all his guilt comes round when you come back and see him. with your book. and him trying to hide behind it while blushing....

🎨🖌️ We open the scene on Leo, posing like a king, eating grapes.

🎨🖌️ He had paid you in pizza to draw him as "royally and stunning as you can"

🎨🖌️ ...And having to yelling at him to keep still or it'll ruin the portrait...

"Look, all you have to do is keep still for a bit longer!" You regret taking the pizza.

"But my arm is getting tired!~" His whining becoming louder per minute, any chance to take a break from this would be taken as a blessing-

and just as that thought was finished, your phone rang, an exit from having to draw this- this....cute dumbass! just as you walk out to take the call though, Leo springs up to go snooping...

"OHOHOHO!..... Woah this is good....really caught my flamboyant charm!~" and just as flips to the previous page in the book, his face goes red. A drawing of him and you. Together. KISSING. this is to much, but also so very perfect!

As soon as you come back in the room, he recreates the drawing- dipping you into an embrace before quickly kissing you....then going back to his pose for the drawing.....FUCKING HELL LEO-

🎨🖌️ Now Donnie only needed you expertise this one time, he needed someone to help him come up with a design for his latest invention to really make it ✨shine✨

🎨🖌️ What he didn't expect was you to have so many ideas!, I mean who would think of a geometric diamond detailing? that's GENIUS!

🎨🖌️ So obviously, he does the only right thing and looks through your book for other ideas-

One second you're talking about designs, the next you're having to practically climb walls to reach Donnie, who had mischievously taken your book and used his battle shell's engine(??) to fly up and out of your reach.

"Come on Donnie!, Give it- WAH!- Give it back!" You say, almost falling off of the support beam in the room mid sentence,

He scoffs "But think of all the ideas I could think of off of your own drawings!" And as he turn the next page, he goes stiff as a plank and falls to the floor.

He saw it. The stupid cartoonish doodle of him surrounded by hearts and small 'ily's, simply glancing over at him would reveal he's completely shut down and red faced, only does he get up around 5 minutes later to slowly sit down next to you and wraps his pinky around yours.

"if....if you'd like, we could try....this" he says while gesturing at both of you with his hand fastly. You smile.

🎨🖌️ Who would of thought that exchanging artbooks with Mikey could go so...wrong?

🎨🖌️ You have a shared artbook with him, and being a bit forgetful, you accidentally gave him your private sketchbook instead of the shared one! oops....

🎨🖌️ And before you could realize, he saw it.

You wake up at around 1am to your phone ringing, without thinking you answer groggily "h...hello?" you say before quietly yawning, "heyyyy bestie!....soooo...I think, you gave me the wrong book earlier..."

And now. Now you're awake and alert, "which one did i give you? the...the one with the stickers on it or the one with hearts?" Silence was heard over the line before some shuffling is heard.... "The one with the hearts!, You draw me so well!" He gushes....he...he liked the drawings! The drawings of you and him....living domestically together....oh oh wowee....

"you... actually liked them?" You asked nervously, "of course i did! tomorrow you should come over and we can bake like in one of the pages! wanna call it a date?" He says playfully but the date part...that part was serious, a clean cut and honest question.

"absolutely!" it's a date, a sweet delicious date.

hope you enjoyed! asks are open currently as of (2/14/23)

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