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Competitively Stupid | Steve Harrington

》 PAIRING: steve harrington x female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: rivals-ish (since childhood) to lovers, some angst; fluff

》 SUMMARY: It was stupid, jumping off a cliff just to prove that you were better than Steve fucking Harrington. But you were competitive. You were not losing to him. But you know what was stupider? For it to take a near-death situation for you both to confess what you truly feel for each other.

》 WARNINGS: canon divergent (everyone is alive & well & happy thanks), pet names (sweetheart, baby), shitty parents (on both sides), competitiveness on all accounts, r is basically a counterpart of steve during high school (cheerleading captain, queen of hawkins high, swim team captain, etc.), peer pressure-ish, some stupid decisions & stupider actions, very irresponsible cliff jumping (which doesn't end well), drowning, CPR, injuries, an emotional moment™, love confessions, and a happy, sappy ending.

》 WORD COUNT: 5.3k+

A/N: hi! okay, well, it's been a while since i posted a steve fic so i'm kinda nervous ngl. also, not me making it a habit to include swimmer!steve in all my fics from here on out. this was meant to be short & sweet to dust off the cobwebs but lol. super random. i saw a video of someone cliff-jumping & boom, the idea was born. also, not me using the first aid training i learned in college.

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This was stupid.

Absolutely idiotic.

You genuinely have no idea why you were even doing this in the first place.

"There's no way you can do it."

Right.

That's why.

The taunting voice of Steve fucking Harrington was the reason why you were standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at a thirty-foot drop into the dark ocean.

This was supposed to be a relaxing trip with your new found family.

"You know you don't have to listen to him, right?" Robin sighed, so completely over the fact that her two best friends who never got along no matter what she tried, somehow came to an agreement to not listen to her right now.

Not that you could blame her.

You and Steve had been rivals ever since you were kids.

It was what you had always known.

What with narcissistic parents who used their children as pawns to one up each other, you had been conditioned to see him as an enemy from the second you step foot into their home.

Your family was invited into the Harrington residence for dinner as a way of welcoming you to the neighborhood. You recently just moved in, so you didn't know anyone else yet. When you heard that the next-door neighbor had a son who was your age, you had been really excited to gain a new friend.

All that changed when your dad sat you down an hour before, prepping you about how the Harringtons were a respected family in the town, and that you needed to show them you weren't any less than them, if not show them you were better. He drilled it in your brain to be on your best behavior, to be the best and the perfect daughter.

It only got worse when you finally sat down at that dinner table.

The comparisons were endless.

"See, my daughter here is a wonderful gymnast, quite amazing for someone her age."

"How wonderful. Steven here has swimming lessons every weekend. His coach said he might end up in the Olympic team once he's of age."

"Splendid. How about his academics? I'm sure he can take inspiration from my daughter's exemplary grades."

"He's the top of his class. Maybe if they study together, your daughter would be able to catch up in time."

It was harsh, pitting two seven-year-olds against each other—impressionable kids who only wanted to make their mom and dad proud.

But neither your parents nor his truly gave a shit. All they cared about was becoming the best family in the street, if not the whole town.

The sad thing was, those dinners became a regular thing, held alternately between your house and his.

It always looked like a preparation for battle whenever your mom would pull out the finest china in her collection along with the cookbook she only ever used for special occasions.

It was in the guise of cordiality when it was, in fact, an excuse to show off, to make a competition out of everything, a moment to compare who did what best. Those dinners were like monthly scoreboards, tallying up the respective families' recent achievements—and that included yours and Steve's.

Nobody was surprised that the competitiveness stuck with you both.

And it only got worse during high school.

Whether that was something as mundane as winning the popularity contest when running different circles—even going as far as getting crowned the King and Queen of Hawkins High—down to academics and extracurriculars.

Captain of the basketball team. Captain of the cheerleading squad. Prom Queen. Prom King. MVP of the season. Brightest student of the year. Beer pong Queen. Kegstand King. Best summer camp counselor. Lifeguard of the month and it went on and on and on and on.

When he got co-captain for the men's swim team, you rubbed it in his face that you were the captain of the women's team. When you got second place at the science fair, he made sure to rub his first place medal right in your face. When you became president of the student council, you ordered him around to do extra work whenever the basketball team was required to help with community service.

It was a constant back and forth.

There was always a competition between you and Steve Harrington.

And sure, since you graduated, it became subdued. But it was still very much there. Vying on who was the coolest babysitter in your band of ragtags, even fighting to have the title of Robin Buckley's ultimate best friend.

This thing between you and Steve was deeply rooted. So there really wasn't much Robin could do apart from getting in between your frequent squabbles before you started actually killing each other.

In Robin's words, something drastic had to happen for you both to finally wake up and see that this rivalry between you both wasn't what it seemed to be on the surface.

You had no idea what she was even implying.

Now, on a little getaway on the nearest beach you could drive to, the competition started with a race on who could get there first. It wasn't even fair seeing that you weren't the one driving.

The group had split into two, some were in Eddie's van—along with everyone's belongings since he had ample space in the back—while the others were in Steve's Beemer. Since you and Steve couldn't be in the same room together without an argument ensuing, it was a unanimous decision to have you two separated. Nobody wanted to deal with that for hours on the road.

Not that you could blame them, either.

And sure, it was the kids who suggested the race, but with Steve's smug smirk and that arrogant wink he threw once you got into Eddie's passenger seat, you knew it was game on between you too.

Yet despite the metal head being a fast—albeit slightly reckless—driver, he somehow took his sweet goddamn time getting to your destination.

Only when your group arrived at the beach last, did he say something about Steve threatening him to be extra careful with driving because there's important cargo in his van—whatever the hell that meant.

You lost to Steve on that one, but you would argue it was rigged from the start.

The next was a supposed friendly bout on who could build the biggest sandcastle that didn't topple over after a few minutes.

It was boys versus girls with you and him being team leaders. The girls won, obviously and El never used her powers. It was fair and square since the other team mostly argued over everything they could think of and had no teamwork at all. You made sure to point that out to Steve as you watched their sandcastle crumble into ruins.

Another one was beach volleyball. Same leaders as before, but you get to pick the members of your teams this time. Steve made it his mission to pick the tallest of the bunch. Still, it wasn't the advantage he thought it was because it ended up being one point too close.

Your team would've won if Steve wasn't such a dramatic asshole.

It was truly an accident. When you spiked that ball, you were not aiming for his face. He simply thought it was a good idea to catch the ball with it. Besides, he was distracted, flirting with some random girl in a bikini who was passing by, right in the middle of the game.

How was it your fault that he wasn't paying attention?

He made sure to oversell his injury after that, curled up on the sand as the girl fussed over him. But you saw that smirk on his face. You would've hit him again—definitely not by accident this time—if you weren't busy arguing with Robin about the point deduction. She said it was only fair since you hit the ball when she hadn't blown her imaginary whistle yet.

You decided to let it go when Steve commented on you being a whiny sore loser.

Unfortunately, the competition was ending with who could make jumping off a cliff and into the ocean look the coolest—adults only, despite the groans of protest from the mischievous bunch.

Eddie offered to stay behind and watch the rascals. When teased, he simply said he didn't want to test Death today.

His comment didn't help your nerves.

Robin said she was only coming purely as a voice of reason. She'd been saying nonstop how it was a horribly stupid idea, that there really was no need to be doing this in the first place.

But Steve wasn't backing down, so you weren't going to either.

So once again, it was only you and him.

As it always had been.

He volunteered to go first, throwing in a comment about rushing back up the cliff's edge before you could take your turn because he wanted a front-row seat for when you'd chicken out.

It only made you want to do it more.

His dive was smooth, almost flawless, you admit. He even showed off with a little flip near the end. It didn't take long for him to swim back to the shore, either. His years of training as a swimmer were obviously paying off.

But you trained just as much if not more than he had.

The only difference was, adrenaline didn't fuel you as much as it did Steve. So instead of getting all powered up looking down at a cliff's edge like he was, you were terrified.

But who wouldn’t get scared looking down at harsh waves crashing against sharp and jagged rocks? There was no margin for error here because one wrong slip and you'd be dead.

Still, if Steve could do it, you could do it better.

You weren't about to lose to his stupid ass.

"I'm not listening to him," you argued back, taking in a shaky breath as you took a step.

"He's doing reverse psychology!" she squeaked. "So you doing it is still listening to him!"

"I'm fine, Robs, I can do it," you mumbled, a slight questioning lilt at the end of your sentence.

"Look, sweetheart, it's okay to admit defeat," Steve said, cocky voice with an even cockier smile as he crossed his toned arms against his bare chest. His hair was still damp, quick to climb back up so he could get his front-row seat as he promised.

But you weren't chickening out.

Never.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the first time you lost to me so, it shouldn't sting as much."

You ignored him.

Instead, you took another step, the tips of your toes now hanging over the edge.

You can do this. Wipe that smug smirk off his face. You got this.

"Listen, you don't have to do—"

"Shut it, Harrington," you growled.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, counting from three, two, one…

You jumped.

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This was stupid.

Absolutely idiotic.

He shouldn't have pressured you like that.

The jump wasn't deadly, per se, but it also wasn't exactly deemed the safest, especially if you weren't an expert in any sort of way.

And he didn't want to say it out loud because if he did, he knew it would only push you to do it more just to prove him wrong.

But Steve could see how scared you were.

He was already dropping the act, voice laced with concern as he started telling you that he wasn't worth all of this, that he was stupid and that you were always going to be better than him.

But, obviously, you didn't listen.

You simply jumped.

You and your stupidly competitive ass.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, rushing to the edge of the cliff, tensely watching your falling figure disappear into the water with a splash.

"You two are complete idiots."

"Shut up," Steve gritted, never looking away from the water. Yet any annoyance was quickly overpowered by sheer worry as he scanned the deep blue for anything.

There was no sign of you.

"Like seriously! It's like I'm the only one with a brain cell here!"

"Come on, come on, come on," Steve mumbled, completely ignoring Robin when you still hadn't emerged to the surface. "Come on, Y/N, don't scare me like this."

"Uh, Steve?" Robin asked after a moment, carefully looking over the cliff before shooting him a worried glance. "You look anxious and you being anxious is making me nervous."

"She hasn't come up," he grumbled, glancing at his watch.

It was nearing a minute.

"Maybe you didn't see her?"

"I haven't taken my eyes off the water, Buckley," he gritted, too harsh and uncalled for since Robin didn't do anything wrong.

But he was panicking.

A minute and thirty seconds.

"Come on, sweetheart, you can do it. You're an amazing swimmer," he whispered encouragingly, hoping some sort of magic would let you hear him underwater all while saying it aloud for his own sanity.

Two minutes.

You could never hold your breath any longer than that.

Steve knew because he always won that competition.

And that was in a calm pool.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he cursed, gearing up to dive after you. "I don't think she's coming up!"

"Okay! Okay," Robin rushed, panicking. "Maybe she's already on the shore. We should go down now and see—"

Steve didn't listen.

He jumped right after you.

The biting cold was awakening.

Still, it was the absolute fear of losing you that was keeping him alert.

He ignored the sting of the salty ocean water in his eyes as he frantically searched for you, his heart beating hard and fast, struggling for oxygen all while fearing for your safety.

Steve didn't know which came first, relief or dread when finally found you, aimlessly floating and unconscious under the deep blue.

He swam to you as fast he could, securely hooking his arm under your shoulder and dragging you up to the surface.

Steve always knew that adrenaline can give you a random boost of strength when needed. He simply didn't expect that to be proven true when he was carrying your unresponsive body in his arms as he brought you to the shore.

He gently placed you on your back on the sand, cupping your face as he checked for any injuries.

You were so cold.

"Hey, hey, wake up," he begged, grabbing your shoulders to try and shake you awake.

Nothing.

"You didn't have to make the jump, you idiot. Why do you always want to prove me wrong," he scolded with no ounce of anger, only worry. He started tapping your cheek frantically. "Come on, wake up!"

Still no response.

"Dammit, Y/N, why'd you have to be so fucking stubborn," he scolded, his voice shaking in fear, his chest tightening as he pressed two fingers against your pulse point.

His own heart stopped when he couldn't feel yours.

And you weren't breathing.

Steve tried to keep himself calm. If he panicked now, he wouldn't be able to give you the aid that you direly need.

"Come on, Harrington. You know what to do. You trained for this," he mumbled to himself, getting into the proper position to give you CPR.

He gently cupped your forehead with his left hand, his other two fingers under your chin as he tilted your head up.

"You're going to be okay," he whispered, pinching your nose before slotting his lips against yours.

Breathing into your mouth, one, two, he watched your chest rise as it filled up with air, only for it to settle back down without coming back up again. He quickly kneeled straighter, locking his fingers together and placing the heel of his left hand in the middle of your chest, pushing down with enough pressure to try and get your heart to start again.

"One, two, three, four, come on, sweetheart, breathe for me," he mumbled, easily finding the right rhythm, his first aid training as a lifeguard coming back to him like it was second nature.

Still, he never wanted to use this skill in a real-life situation, much less use it on you.

It was the longest thirty counts in his life.

Check for a pulse. Check for breathing.

Still nothing.

"Goddammit, Y/N, come on!" he growled, blinking back the tears as he pressed his mouth against yours again.

Two rescue breaths.

Thirty chest compressions.

Steve repeated the cycle over and over. His eyes were stinging with unshed tears, his knees were burning as the rough sand dug deeper into his skin, and his arms were starting to get sore, tiredness slowly covering his aching muscles.

But he'd rather die first than give up on you now.

"Steve—"

"Call for help, Robin!" he ordered, not taking his eyes off you for even a second. When he didn't hear any movement, he yelled, "Don't just stand there! Go!"

He was going to apologize for being an asshole later. For now, he needed you to fucking breathe.

"Come on, come on, please," he begged, leaning back down to give you two more rescue breaths. "Breathe for me, baby, please."

Thirty chest compressions.

"Trying to prove me wrong when I've always been wrong, you idiot."

Five, six, seven—

"Sweetheart, come on," he choked back a sob. "Who's going to call me out when I'm being stupid, huh? You know Robin can't do it alone."

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen—

"And you're really going to leave me alone to watch our kids?"

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two—

"Y/N, baby, please, I can't live without you," he whimpered.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thir—

Steve felt his breath leave his lungs when you finally gasped for air.

He quickly turned you to your side, rubbing your back as you choked out all the ocean water that got into your system.

"There you go, you're okay," he whispered, whether to reassure you or himself, he didn't even know anymore. All he was focused on was making sure you were going to be okay.

"S-Stevie?" you coughed out the nickname that was only ever used by you.

It was the equivalent to his nickname for you—sweetheart.

Names that started out to annoy each other but the more often it was used as time passed, it only managed to grow into an endearment that held something warm underneath it. You both were quick to realize that the nicknames you had for each other weren't out of spite anymore.

Neither of you simply addressed it.

"Steady, sweetheart, I'm right here," he reassured, hurriedly getting into your line of sight to stop you from trying to turn around to face him. He gently cupped your cheek, offering you a soft smile when your gaze found him. "I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded as best as you could, your eyes clinging onto his brown ones only for them to screw shut when a shiver ran through your whole body.

"C-Cold," you stammered.

"I know, I know, come here," he said softly, guiding you to sit up before quickly settling behind you. He gently pulled you closer between his legs, his chest pressed against your back as he blanketed his body over yours, rubbing your arms to keep you as warm as possible.

You turned to face him slightly, burying your face into his neck only for you to wince at the slight movement. He quickly tried to steady you again, checking over you twice to look for any visible injury. But he couldn't find any.

"Tell me what hurts," he asked, pressing his lips against your cold forehead as he fully wrapped his arms around you.

"A-Ankle," you whimpered in pain, your grip on his waist tightening and God he hated that sound so much.

You must've rolled it when you jumped, and having landed on it when you reached the water, it definitely made it worse.

"It's okay, you're okay," he murmured, littering kisses against the side of your head to try and keep your mind off it. "Robin already called for help, they should be on their way, alright?"

You gave him a small nod, inching even closer to him, seeking as much warmth from him as possible. Your cold breath was tickling his skin but he didn’t care. Hell, you could be breathing fucking ice and he still wouldn’t give a shit.

As long as you were breathing.

"I need you to stay awake for me, okay?"

"I-I'll try," you whispered.

"First to fall asleep is the biggest loser," he mumbled, squeezing you slightly when he felt your eyes flutter close. "And you wouldn't want me to win this, babe, because I'll be a little shit about it."

"Not f-fair," you choked out a laugh.

"It's plenty fair," Steve chuckled tearfully, ignoring the sudden wetness on his cheeks. He hugged you tighter instead. "So stay awake or you'll lose to me. Again."

"Right there! They're right over there!"

Steve had never been so grateful to hear Robin's voice.

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"So are you finally going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" Steve questioned back, unable to take his eyes off of you, soundly sleeping in a hospital bed with your foot now wrapped in a cast.

The doctor had already checked everything and thankfully, there weren't any further injuries apart from your twisted ankle.

Now, all you needed was to rest and recover.

"That you've been in love with her this whole time."

Steve sighed, squeezing your hand before turning to look at his best friend.

"I'm not in love with her, Robs."

"Right," she scoffed, raising a knowing brow. "Because jumping off a cliff with zero hesitation so you could save her is totally normal behavior for someone you claim you hate."

"I never said I hated her," he argued, and it was true. He couldn't think of a single moment where he hated you.

"Yeah, well, you two definitely don't act like you like each other."

"Does she annoy and frustrate the shit out of me? Yes. But I never hated her," he admitted.

Steve didn't know what it was exactly, maybe it was his tiredness muddling his brain, maybe it was from everything that happened in the last couple of hours finally catching up to him, or maybe it was the overwhelming need to confess everything into the open before it was too late—and it almost had been. Either way, he found himself suddenly spewing out all the things that he always just kept to himself.

"She's also been the most constant person in my life, you know? Hell, we basically grew up together. I can't just not care about her," he continued, memories flooding his system before he could even stop it. "She's been so ingrained in my life, her and the cute dresses she wore at those stupid dinners our parents always dragged us to. Her and her stupid competitions whenever our babysitters would bring us to the park together. Her and that stupid dance she always did whenever she won at anything even if it was my expense—she always does this cute little wiggle whenever she won, and that never left her even as we got older," Steve chuckled at the thought.

"And fuck, don't even get me started with how similar our parents are. She's the only one who will always get me when it comes to that," he continued. "And yeah, we compete a lot, but there was no hatred between us. Maybe at the start but all that went away when we learned that whatever our parents were feeding us was bullshit—that they were bullshit.

"And fine, did I sometimes get so annoyed whenever she got a new boyfriend? Yeah. But only because she always had this bad habit of dating fucking assholes. I don't know where she got those dickheads from but every time I see a glimpse of her crying by her window at night I swear to fucking God I would've killed every single one of those assholes if she asked," he gritted, slumping down in his seat with a sigh.

"She deserves to be treated right, you know? She's already experiencing so much shit at home, she doesn't need any more of that anywhere else. Sure, she irritates me to no end but that doesn't mean she's not a sweet girl who always cried whenever some random pet commercial came on the TV during the holidays. Does her competitiveness drive me up the wall? Absolutely. But that doesn't mean I don't feel so fucking proud of her whenever she wins another medal or achieves another milestone. And yeah, I wonder about how she's doing, if she's taking care of herself, if she's getting enough sleep between her work and classes. But that's only because I worry, you know?

"And maybe I do think about her a lot but that doesn't mean I'm in love with…"

Steve blinked.

Well fuck.

"Wow," Robin marveled. "You're stupider than I thought."

"He hit his head as a kid, cut him some slack."

Steve paled at the sound of your voice, swiftly turning red at the thought that you probably heard all the things he said.

He turned to face you, groaning in annoyance when he saw the smug smile on your lips. "You've been awake this whole time?"

"I'll leave you two love birds alone," Robin sang, quickly slipping out of the hospital room and closing the door behind her.

"How much of that did you hear?" Steve asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Enough to say you're stupid," you hummed.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat with crossed arms. "I'm not the one who jumped off the cliff and almost died just to prove a fucking point."

"Yeah, well, I guess we're both stupid then," you snorted.

He shrugged. "I guess we are."

"Jesus, you don't have to act so tense. I mean, you've already given me a mouth-to-mouth, we've practically made out already," you scoffed playfully. "I honestly thought I'd die first before swapping spit with you yet here we are."

It was your attempt at alleviating the tension, to throw in a funny quip. But with everything still so fresh in his mind, Steve simply couldn't take it well.

"Don't fucking joke about that will you?" he snapped, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face.

The silence that followed only made the tension worse.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Steve immediately felt bad.

"No, no, no. You didn't do anything wrong, don't apologize," he sighed, meeting your eyes with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It's just—"

He stopped himself, chewing on his bottom as he looked everywhere but at you when he felt the tears well up again.

"Will you come here?"

Steve took a calming breath and did as you asked, moving his chair closer but didn't attempt anything else than that.

"Stevie," you called when he still wouldn't look at you.

Harshly wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he lifted his head. You smiled at him sweetly, wiggling your fingers to get him to come even closer.

"You scared me back there," he croaked, taking your hand with a squeeze.

"I didn't mean to," you softly said, remorseful and apologetic even though you didn't have to be.

"I know," he murmured, pressing your warm palm against his cheek as he shot you a glare. "Just don't do that again."

"Promise," you giggled, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Steve leaned closer into your touch. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks to you," you hummed, brows furrowing in thought. "When Marcus got that black eye, you said it was because he was playing dirty on one of your games." You tilted your head knowingly. "That wasn't true, wasn't it?"

Steve shrugged. "He hurt you."

"It was a small bruise on the arm, Steve," you reasoned.

"He shouldn't be giving you a fucking bruise in the first place," he growled, the memory bringing back the same anger he felt when he first saw that bruise. The soft tapping of your finger against his cheek calmed him down. "Sorry."

"Did you lose on purpose to get him expelled?"

"What? No!" he scoffed, offended, rolling his eyes when you giggled. "I tried so fucking hard to win that fight, you know, for you."

"You've always been protective of me," you hummed, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers together.

"Don't think I didn't know it was you who dyed that poor girl's hair green that one year in middle school summer camp," he retaliated.

It was a sharp and piercing scream that woke up the whole camp that morning. Everyone rushed out of bed to see what was going on only to find a girl who once was blonde was now sporting bright green hair in the middle of the crowd, crying her eyes out.

Steve would've thought it was only some silly prank if he didn't know who the girl was. But he did. Because the day before he tried to ask her to be his girlfriend, only for her to turn him down in the most embarrassing and humiliating way possible.

It wasn't difficult for him to find out who the culprit was since he immediately noticed how you kept hiding your hands in your pockets for the next few days after the incident.

The counselors quickly found out that the little menace—whoever she was—decided to use permanent dye on the poor girl's hair instead of something washable.

Your green palms colored you oh so guilty.

"She called you pathetic and gross in front of everyone!" you argued, pouting. "You looked like you were about to cry and I hated it."

Steve's heart warmed at that, a smile on his face despite rolling his eyes. "I wasn't about to cry."

"Yeah well," you shrugged, eyes trained on your intertwined fingers, your thumb playing with his. "I'm the only one who's supposed to be mean to you."

"Hmm," he agreed, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. "I guess we've always been there for each other, huh?"

"I guess so," you giggled, cupping his cheek and tugging him closer.

He stood up from his seat, following your lead until he was pressing his forehead against yours.

"Thank you for saving my life, Steve," you whispered, eyes turning glossy as so many emotions covered your irises, the weight of what almost happened catching up with you.

"You don't have to thank me for that," he said sincerely, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "I'd do it over and over again in a heartbeat."

You nodded, sniffling, "Still, thank you."

Steve wasn't able to argue some more when you all but kissed him.

The first time Steve felt your mouth on his was a horrible experience considering he was trying to keep you alive.

Now, everything was the complete opposite.

A kiss that was careful but sweet, a hint of nervousness and excitement all the same, completely unhurried yet burning with passion as his lips molded against yours.

But still, it felt like that first gasp of air—a finally.

"I'm in love with you, too, by the way," you murmured as you pulled away, your warm breath tickling his lips.

"Thanks for clarifying," he chuckled, eyes laced with adoration, unable to stop his smile from growing wider, warmer. "I couldn't figure that out from the kiss."

"I mean, you are kinda stupid," you teased.

"We're on that same boat, sweetheart," he chuckled. "I'm sure Robin would remind us about that every single day now."

"Unfortunately," you groaned playfully. "God, she gets annoying when she's right."

"Tell me about it," he hummed, brushing his lips against yours, moving away when you chased it.

You whined.

Steve didn't hesitate to dive back in.

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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I lightbulb just went off in my head. Imagine the dorm leaders (maybe replace Malleus with Jamil because we don't know his unique magic yet) with an s/o who's unique magic is the complete opposite of theirs. Headcanons please, thank you.

Sincerely, peanut 🥜 anon

Ooh wait this is really interesting, sorry I'm getting to it so late ;-;. Thank you for the ask 🥜 anon! I'm taking Malleus out of this one but I'll keep Kalim. ALSO! SPOILERS AHEAD!

Dorm leaders + Jamil with an s/o who has a unique magic that is opposite of theirs

Riddle

Your ability to take off curses more or less is impressive, more so with the name that you gave it which was "Heal what has been hurt." It was a strong spell meant to take off a curse that was placed on a person, and that made Riddle's "Off with your head" cancel out

Of course a lot of students would come running to you for help, asking you to take off the comically large lock on their necks. You were a kind person at heart and honestly wanted to help out, but Riddle told you the moment you and he became partners that you wouldn't be doing that. However, to students that were new to the dorm you let them free

Riddle wants to learn a bit more from you about your magic skills. He wants to know how to get to that advanced level of magic but he also wants to know if there are any downsides to such a powerful spell. Of course he wants to keep you safe from overblotting like he did once

I feel like overall he will respect you and be proud of you for your strengths. However he might tell you that you don't have to be so kind as to releasing Ace and Deuce every time they get their heads "sliced" off by Riddle

Leona

You are unbelievably strong with the magic you have. Leona has nothing but pride for what you can do, but he also wonders where you learned to master such a spell

Leona turns things into sand while you recreate things from sand. You might have similar magic to Leona's brother, but we don't know that for sure. Either way, a lot of students find you super cool for being able to make things like small boxes from sand to large intricate statues

Your magic ability might be named something like "Rise from the dust" and honestly it's super cool to watch you create something from literally nothing. Leona might ask you on occasions to make random stuff for him that he needs (ie pencil for class)

I feel like Leona won't really worry too much about you with that strong magic, but he will still make sure you aren't over exhausting yourself to the point of overblot. Expect sudden nap times!

Azul

If you can somehow reverse a contract and help someone regain their abilities, then omg you must be the strongest character in Twisted Wonderland

I feel like Azul and you might have met through the enemies-to-lovers trope if you were somehow reversing his spells and ended up winning against a bet that you made with him. Like omg, he would admire you and hate you so much to the point where he ends up liking you 💀

Will try to keep you away from his business just in case you're too nice to say no to students that haven't repaid him. Floyd and Jade might keep an eye on you too because of this. But most importantly, Azul doesn't want students to swarm you for something that he caused

Overall understand that he loves you and wants to keep you away from stressing over student demands. If you feel that a business however can be made from your spell, he'll gladly help you out (it will be like an insurance company haha)

Kalim

You can create fire out of nowhere, which is the opposite of "Oasis Maker." You were promptly told not to use your magic in potions class when you threatened to set Ace's hair on fire 😭

I feel like Kalim really thinks your cool but Grim's also a big fan (mainly because he too uses fire). Kalim isn't really interested in the intricacies of your spell but will ask you how big of a flame you can make

I feel like you won't be asked much about your ability from people, and Jamil might look to you as an extra bodyguard for Kalim if needed. Some students tried to fight you and all you did was set a little flame on their sandwich and that was enough for them to stop trying to flex their muscles 😭

Kalim will view you more for your personality than your ability however. It's like you guys are "Fireboy and Watergirl" but switched around haha

Jamil

He too won't really care too much about your abilities, that is until you stop his plans of usurping Kalim's position as dorm leader at first. He too might have a scenario of enemies-to-lovers with you

You are able to be immune from any form of mind control, and it was frustrating when you kept looking at him like he was crazy when he attempted to make you forget about his mumblings of overthrowing Kalim. But then he ended up realizing after he overblotted that yeah that's not a good idea :/

I feel like he wouldn't really care too much about your abilities being exploited but he would make sure you are taken care of nonetheless. Stressed out about school? He's there to help. Kalim's also bothering you? You guys are texting each other about it. Things like that

Jamil definitely tells you he's sorry for attempting to use his unique magic on you. He will want to learn how you created your own abilities but outside of that he won't really ask you about your magic

Vil

You have a similar ability to Riddle's and you might be stronger honestly than most people in your realm. You can reverse curses? Even ones that Vil has a hard time removing? How?!

Vil definitely looks up to you for magic help but at first he was skeptical. He asked if it was true that you were able to reverse any spells and lo and behold you did when Vil was attempting to curse an object for practice.

Outside of making sure you look perfect wherever you go, Vil will make sure the unique magic you have isn't causing a toll on your health. Turns out your ability is extremely draining, so he tells you to take care of yourself and will help out in the process too

Overall similar to the other dorm leaders, he loves you for your beauty both on the inside and outside. Your unique ability is a really cool part of you, but he cares more about how kind you are to him and others.

Idia

You have an ability that is similar to Idia's, but all you can do is close S.T.Y.X's doors and not open them. You were likely one of the top security people at the headquarters and one who was close to Idia and Ortho since you were young

Idia likely was too afraid to talk to you at first, but he really admired you from the beginning. Idia doesn't really like his own ability because of how it is connected to S.T.Y.X but knowing that the two of you can keep it from opening up and potentially destroying the world makes him feel like a super hero from an anime haha

More than your ability, he loves you for how caring you are. You make him smile more often than most people have ever seen him, and he can't help blushing anytime you hug him both in public and in privacy

Idia definitely admires you for your ability but also likes you for who you are. If you geek out with him that's even better haha

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lxdymoon0357 · 6 months

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Imagine, A Male reader who have read A novel and Webtoon Both them are Remarried Empress.

And he made all analysis, theories and Thinking that Sovieshu is Only being dumb but what if he was dumb then it would have happy ending for Sovieshu and Navier.

While overthinking male reader Crossing the road and he somehow stopped at middle of road and he got new theories, while thinking about it, Trunk-kun smashed it and Male reader got isekaied

Male reader transmigrated into Sovieshu/ Heinrey's body.

If Male reader transmigrated into Sovieshu's body then he would tell everything and apologies to Navier to understand it ( Best friend Kinda). He would go and see Heinrey and starts falling in love (and so on idk)

If Male reader Transmigrated into Heinrey's body then he will use Letter exchanging to Emperor Sovieshu until Emperor falls in love with Secret Admire.... But Emperor Sovieshu and Heinrey are Rivals ( Not enemies )... After Heinrey revealed his secret admirer, Both them will became best friends then Lovers ( sounds like Enemy to best friend to lovers, almost like enemies to lovers trope 😁 ) and Navier is Cupid cuz Her lover ( Rashta) shared plenty of BL/GL/Smut Novel with them

That's all are on my mind, this is my request

But before isekaied, He had huge simps on both ( Sovieshu and Heinrey)

(....I just couldn't...I'm sorry..how long is this WIP? 2 years old...Yes that's right humans, 2 YEARS OLD! Kill me...)

Isekaid! Sovieshu X Heinry:

Your chance is my change!

※ The burning pain in your back was stopping your vision from clearing up , as you heard a voice continuously calling you “Your highness…”, as it started to get louder, "Your highness..!” and louder, “Your highness!!!!!!!”

The colorful void finally started to clear up as you head started to hurt. As you finally opened your eyes and your vision cleared up…You saw a lady with long straight blonde hair with golden-green eyes, as you continued to look at her, she reminded you of something you would see back at home....

"Who . . .who are you?" You asked, you throat sore and hurting as you tried to get out words. But as you asked her, the lady immediately looked surprised, before turning to the doctor on the other side, as if he was losing memories....

"Uhm, I'm not sure, you're highness, but I'll try my best to understand this, maybe try to remind him of himself again, I'll come back tomorrow, my grace." The man bowed before taking his leave and going out of the room, as the lady turned to you, before brushing strand of hair behind her ear, she says,

"You highness, You're name is Emperor Sovieshu Vict, I'm your wife, Empress Navier Ellie Trovi. Your the Emperor of Eastern Empire, I'm the empress of Eastern Empire. You've been unconscious for four days now...."

That was the last straw of this weird place...WAIT! Did she just say, her name was NAVIER ELLIE TROVI?! As in from your favorite manhwa?! As you whipped your head back on her face and stared at her intensely, her hair was long and blonde, with mature green eyes and soft yet sharp features..

"So how did I faint???" You asked Navier,

"An object fell from the sky and knocked you out..." Navier replied, completely stoic. As you tried to comprehend things, Navier sighed before asking for dismissal from you, which you granted hastily, as she walked out, she said, "Also your highness, please look after you dear concubine, she's been crying horribly..." Before walking out, you tried to understand your situation...You were just walking back from the grocery store buying some ramen when a truck hit you and did you just isekaid into a manhwa like those in your favorite ones?????

"This is just weird, I just isekaid into Remarried Empress in the emperor's body, do I have to survive this now?" You mumbled, while laying back on your bed cushioning yourself into the soft duvet, before there was a knocking on the door, which caught your attention to it...

'Well, if I have to play an emperor, might as well do it!' You thought before calling out, "Come in!" As you sat up back in the bed, fluffing you pillows in the process, as you turned to look at the door, you were frozen as you saw a beautiful lady with bright, blonde nearly white hair and dark grey eyes, it was Rashta, who was crying her eyes out…As you sat up straight, putting on a façade of caring to hide the maybe upcoming annoyed expression

"How- how are you- you, your highness...Rashta- Rashta was worried..." Rashta said, wiping her eyes and nose with a dark blue napkin, as she rubbed her eyes out and sat on the chair right beside your bed. As you reached out and brushed some strands of hair out of her and behind her ears, before wiping the few stray tears falling down her eyes. You were honestly expecting to be annoyed by her actions, but instead you were her feeling pity for her, she really did love Sovieshu in the manhwa after all....At-least in the beginning, until Ergi manipulated her to make her power-hungry person. As you wiped her tears and talked with her to make a friendship with her, as you both talked while having dinner, you learnt many things about Rashta, mainly that she was a lovey person actually, quite mature and smart along with being imaginative but put on a child-like and cheerful façade to make herself likable by other stuck up nobles and Sovieshu...

Over the course of the next two weeks, you would be again taught the way to live as an emperor, talk with Navier as well and build a friendship with her and Rashta, you both spent time with each other as friends, while she took care of the empire with a little bit of help with you. You met different people from the manhwa, including countess Eliza, Laura and a few others, you pretended to play the emperor so nobody would suspect the emperor forgetting his memory, you knew your favorite manhwa to heart and you knew Sovieshu even better so it was no problem playing him except the fact that maybe you weren't straight....And you were in no way, shape or form in love with Rashta or Navier.... You were actually (y/s) and were not interested in Rashta or Navier, but you didn't know what to do....

As you were sitting outside, reading a erotica, sneaked in by Rashta who was having her education under your guidance, she saw you eyeing that book in the library, luckily since she didn't know how to completely knew how to read, she borrowed it under the excuse of "Buying for a friend" without knowing it was about BL...

As you flipped the next page, too fixated in it to realize somebody had sat next to you, as you heard somebody's voice read the lines, which made the blood run out of your face....Well Sovieshu's , but you get it....

"Well, well...I didn't realize you liked these types of novels your highness...." Navier said, as she leaned beside your shoulder reading the next few lines of the erotica, which was quite rough for a time setting like this one... But still a little bit better than those dumb ass erotica you were reading as compared to those amazing smuts.....

But back to your mind, you smile nervously as Navier sat beside you also holding a book in her hand, "I've read that one before, is it to your taste?" Navier asked, tilting her head. surprised, you shook your head to tell her, "Well, I've read this one before and it is quite boring..", "I have a collection of better ones...Would you like to read them?" Navier asked twirling a strand of her hair in her fingers, obviously blushing after asking such a scandalous thing...

You were shook as you were frozen into place and not being able to answer back and zoning out before Navier snapped her fingers in front of your face, making you snap out of your trance as you frantically nodded your head, your cheeks also warming up, Navier took a deep breathe before opening her book, which was a encyclopedia, in the first eight pages, she took out a list of her favorite eroticas you guessed, she handed it to you, saying she has all of these ordered by her brother and if you wanted to read it you could always visit her room.

As a week or three passed you though about it, reading over the titles of these books and their summary that Navier had written down. You decided which books you wanted for the time being while she gets more for you both. As you walked to her room, face with a faint blush. As you knocked on her door, when she didn't answer as you waited out the door, you knocked again a little harder this time and waited but still no answer from Navier, finally as you slowly opened her door and walked in her room, you saw a sight you weren't expecting in your whole life of Rashta sitting on Navier' s lap only in her corset and a underskirt as Navier pulled on her corset strings slowly opening them. The two ladies were deep into kissing, Rashta whining and panting as Navier and Rashta's tongue were exploring each other (and their mouths).

You were absolutely blushing finding your "wife" in such a compromising state with your "concubine" ... Trying to make known of your presence, you cleared your though as the two ladies pulled away and Rashta immediately screamed as Navier pushed Rashta's head into her neck, muffling her scream and quieting her. Navier looked back at you without a emotion on her face, her and Rashta's lipsticks smudged across her lips and neck and hickeys on her neck and shoulders, you showed her the list and named the books you wanted as Navier pointed to a bookshelf, which had a shelf of fake coloured ombre covers, you pulled on it before taking the books you wanted, and walked out the room before waving to a again making out couple, where Navier who was making out still waved her hand a bit.

As you walked through the hallways, you turned the book on the top of the bunch over to read the summary at the back, not realizing where you were headed as you bumped into someone who was running, the collision was so strong throwing you both away from each other and on the ground, making the books scatter like a drama scene, you picked up all the book before turning to the guy who you bumped into about to put some sense into their heads, as you were met with Heinrey looking at you, annoyed. You walked away, you knew Heinrey was already annoyed with you, because of the the way you treated Navier you guessed before you fainted.

As you sat in your room around 20 minutes reading a book with series of different erotic stories and were reading the first story, where the couple finally confessed their feelings as they had their orgasms together, you were unknowingly blushing and giggling and squealing like a high-school girl, as there was a knock on your door, you without lifting your head allowed the person inside, Rashta immediately jumped up on your bed, she had been very affectionate about these things and talked with you for hours on end,

"And weren't you just kissing Navier in the other room, Rashta?" You asked, curious as to why is she here.

"Well, Sir. Heinrey came to Darling's room and we had to stop kissing and pretend we were doing something important so we had to clean ourselves up real quick and so their conversation was too long and I got bored so I got out!" Rashta rambled on as you nodded your head listening to her but unfortunately zoning out half-way through, but luckily Rashta didn't notice and continued to ramble and talk about how things were going...But also you didn't notice her leaning over in your book, until she read the whole two pages as she yelled for some reason, knocking you out of trance and breaking your eardrum, probably...

"WHAT?! WHAT RASHTA?!" You asked yelling back, until she pushed your face angrily, "WHAT LECHEROUS THINGS ARE YOU READING?!" She asked angrily,

"BECAUSE I WANT TO! STOP PUTTING YOUR DAMN NOSE IN MY THINGS!"

"YOU'RE AN EMPEROR, YOU CAN'T READ THIS!!!"

"WHY NOT?!"

"BECAUSE NAVIER DOESN'T ALLOW ME TO READ THIS AND I WANT TO AS WELL!!!!"

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WIT-...Oh...It's fine! I'll convince her!" You said coolly, patting her shoulders as she squealed in excitement like a child getting a present, ignoring the fact that you both were screaming like shit, until you got a multiple bangs on your door, "You highness, lady Rahsta are you both okay?!" "LADY RASHTA, EMPEROR DO YOU NEED HELP?!" And multiple people asking you both,

"Oh, A BIRD! A BIRD Flew into the window?" Rashta answered back as she locked the door..Breathing a sigh of relief, you silently yelled at Rashta for causing a scene as she also silently yelled back at you, you both were bickering in your room until there was a knock on the door "Your highness, is Rashta with you?" You hear Navier's voice call out as you jumped out of bed to open the latch of the lock to let her in. Navier enter the room, as Rashta pounces from your bed and jumps into Navier's arms, who has to carry her like a koala. As Navier sits on the bed while you and Rashta try to convince her to let Rashta reads some books,

"Come on! Rashta will learn to read and once she gets through with such books she will learn to mask her expression better!" You say, Navier still looks very doubtful as she sighs, disagreeing,

"No! She only learnt to read and she's too young to read!"

"I'm 20 years old now your highness, that's not young, I also had a child remember!?" Rashta whines and reminds Navier, "I basically know everything there is need to know to create a child!" "This is different." Navier comments, "SO?!" "UGH FINE! YOU CAN READ THEM!" Navier whines loudly as she finally gave up against you and Rashta as you both cheered loudly around the room,

"ON ONE CONDITION!" Navier interrupted your celebration, "Your highness and Rashta will have to attend a dinner with his highness, Heinrey, and duke Kaufman for my business with Duke Kaufman and also because I want you both to have manners, you've been very chaotic since you woke up your highness!" Navier says and comments on you, your faces drop as you listen to Navier's bet... "AND NO TRYING TO RUN AWAY FROM THE DINNER!! AND YOU CANNOT BEHAVE IMMATURELY, YOU NEED OT HAVE ETIQUETTE..." Navier finished her argument with yelling before taking a deep breathe and sighing...

So that's why you both were sitting on the dinner table, dressed up; prim and proper yet all bored as they ate the amazing food with "etiquette" around them Navier was conversing with Kaufman, Heinrey and Ergi, as you looked under the table and bit to see Navier's hand under Rashta's dress which was bunched up on Navier's wrist, you mentally gagged before lifting your head up making Heinrey look at you annoyingly as he asked, "Are you okay, majesty??" You jumped a bit but answer, "Uhm, yea-yeah! I'm good.." as you drank water and mentally cursed for stuttering..

Finally finishing up on dinner, Kaufman and Ergi decided to retire earlier as Navier said she'll take Rashta, you nodded before waiting for the dessert, ain't no way in hell were you going to bed before having your favorite sizzling brownie with ice-cream and warm chocolate syrup. Heinrey also with you, but he was reading a book for some reason as everyone left. As your dessert finally came and you finished eating, you were finally so full it felt like you were gonna burst...You sighed and started standing up, as Heinrey said, "Your majesty, may I escort you to your room?" He asked, catching you completely off-guard, as you smiled and hesitantly declined, he still somehow convinced you saying you're sick and it would be bad if something happened to you on the way back and nobody would be there to help you as it was very late now, so you hesitantly agreed as he was walking you to your room.

Finally reaching your room, you thanked him and entered your room before closing the door behind you. As you removed your shirt and pants and changed into comfy loose pants for sleeping, as there was pecking on your door. You quickly put on a shirt, as you walk to the balcony and open the door to let a letter fly in...

You wanted to open it, but as you laid in the bed you found it difficult to even sit up and then you realized you're body was so tired and you were too lazy to anything else other than sleeping... Soon the sun rises as the morning rays hit your eyelids, burning your eyes even when they're closed...you angrily open your eye about to throw something, but deciding against it as you freshened up and got ready, when your eyes fell on the letter, you decided to open it which said,

"Your highness, you looked very good at the dinner, I hope to talk to you again soon...Even though I'ma man, I feel like falling in love with you is like being in love with the moon, it's very beautiful but it could never be mine...

Secret Admirer."

As you read, butterflies popped up in your stomach, you silently giggled and brushed a hand up to your chest, feeling your heart thumping loudly and quickly, as your cheeks warmed up, you took a few deep breaths to calm down as you walked out and to your office, Rashta was already there doing some of her paperwork or something, you couldn't tell, but when you entered she smiled brightly at you and you smiled back just as brightly as you started your work while gossiping with Rashta in the middle, until it was time for lunch, while you and Rashta were eating lunch, in entered Navier who sat beside Rashta and Heinrey who sat across from her near you, while you four ate food, you slowly saw Heinrey being less hostile towards you and Rashta, and so you all were having a good conversation...

The next day when you woke up, another letter was there with the same writing,

"Good morning Handsome, hopefully you'll converse with me today and make my day with your gorgeous smile!"

You again giggled and felt your day getting better already as you got ready for the day...and it was a thing for everyday, in the morning you'd find a letter from the secret admirer with pretty comments, speaking how pretty you'd look, how your smile was brightening up the room, and more..you had a hunch who it was, but you still kept it a secret for yourself..

Everyday you'd find Heinrey getting more and more enamored and nicer to you, you knew it was him sending those letters, but you wanted to see how far he would go before coming clean...

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frogchiro · 2 years

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No but imagine this, dottore with an s/o or crush that was nice and friendly with him during his academia days that he grow so attached to them he became obsessed 👁👁 bonus points if when they meet again years after graduation (in his case getting kicked out lmao) but they no longer view him in a positive light that it becomes enemies to lovers(?) with dottore being a full on yandere

IDK there's just something so satisfying with the trope of mf who's willing to burn down the whole world for their darling while darling either hardly notices them or is oblivious 😭😭😭 especially this trope with the fatui 🤭

A 1000x yes to this😭 also the trop of a villain who's ready to burn down the whole world for you is one of my absolute all time favorites <3

gn!reader, yandere!dottore, mention of a panic attack, a tiny bit of cursing and violence but really nothing major

ok so i think it's canon that dottore while still studying at sumeru academia was terribly bullied and called a heretic? so i imagine that his darling was a star student, very well liked among both peers and teachers and as a side hustle/hobby has been researching about khaen'riah but that's for later

so when they were walking at night around the school grounds they saw someone getting pushed and cursed at and darling being curious went over to investigate and saw a young man getting beaten up by three much bigger men

after interrupting the petty squabble by threatening with calling for a teacher and being called a 'bitter bitch' you help the sage haired man up and ask if everything is okay.

the first thing you notice about him besides his hair color are the rows of razor sharp, shark-like teeth that he clenches, from pain perhaps? he did take some pretty strong punches, moreover he's not the biggest around.

your worry from dottore's point of view was pointless and annoying, a pain in the ass, really. besides come on, just how much more cliche it can get? the star student of sumeru academia, the up and coming researcher who will certainly 'shake the world of scholars' and come up with something that never-well, you get the gist; he really thought that what were you doing here was some pathetic attempt at a lousy pity party to gain *good person* points from teachers and peers so he rudely brushed you off with a sneer and a cold 'piss off brat', and that was the end of it.

but oh how mistaken he was. here he was, a few weeks later, sitting with you in the ancient academia library, listening intently to your recent research about ruin guards. what? can't he listen to someone finally making sense in a place that supposedly was to be filled with the most knowledgeable people? and the fact that you were so...nice to him? was a very pleasant change in pace with all the dirty looks he got from everyone.

you never looked at him in disgust. you never sneered at him when he told you about the various experiment he'd perform with what limited resources he had. you never berated him or called him insane, a disgrace to the arts of magic and scholarship. you...you were something else, something that somehow managed to move the stone cold void that was his heart.

so he started to observe and learn. dottore knew that although you two were friendly enough as it is, direct approach could scare you off. he wasn't stupid, he knew that if he outright told you 'i'm obsessed with you and sometimes i feel like ripping my heart out and giving it to you on a silver plate if that was what you'd wish for'. he watched you almost every second of your day; studying, attending lectures, laughing with your silly little 'friends'.

speaking of which, he found that your classmates irritated him terribly, especially when some of them would stand so disgustingly close to you it made dottore's skin crawl with barely concealed fury. but could he afford making a rookie mistake and made your frinds dissapear one by one? no, no he unfortunately couldn't. he had to maintain status quo if he wanted to get even closer to you, his love. everything would turn out just fine.

well it was going just fine until he got kicked out of the academia for 'performing heretical acts of indescribable cruelty'. cruelty his fucking ass. in short, after a few months of observing you and getting even closer, he overheard some boy talking with his friend about wanting to confess to you and he saw red. sharp teeth clenched almost painfully, red eyes blazing with anger and hatred as his fingers tangled into his blue-green hair and tore at his hair.

'no no no this can't be happening' dottore heaved, breaths coming out in quick panicked puffs, he felt his chest contracting painfully. no no, he can't loose you like this, he just can't. he's well aware of his reputation, both in the academia and probably in this whole god-forsaken country. you'd surely reject him, leave him for some goody-two-shoes and live your happy ever after, far away from a abomination like him, dottore.

the only thing that tore the man out of his self-destructing thoughts was an idea. something so simple yet so lasting and effective that he felt plain stupid for not coming up with it earlier. he'd simply kill that little pest. yeah, kill the golden boy and the problem will solve itself, besides his research concerning the creation of the perfect enhanced human was almost complete, all he needed was a live subject, what could go wrong?

well, as it turned out-everything. anger and jealousy clouded his logical mind and made some rookie mistakes that ultimately led to teachers and guards find his secret makeshift laboratory and the gory mess of the student, or at least what remained of him.

so dottore made the only logical choice and ran as fast and as far as he could from the guards. his only regret was not to be able to see you one last time before his untimely departure. soon after he met the lord harbinger the jester who offered him basically unlimited research opportunities if he agrees to create an enhanced human that could withstand a god, and well, as they say-the rest was history.

yet he was completely unaware of the tears you shed of many nights to come, crying quietly for the man you came to love and lost so quickly.

it wasn't until many many years later that dottore overheard some fatui agents talk about a known magician and khaen'rhia researcher, (y/n) (l/n). the man would lie if he said he didn't stop dead in his track, his genius brain almost overheating from that one simple sentence.

'so you're alive and well, huh my dove. it looks like destiny is on our side after all. don't worry, i'll make your stay extra enjoyable, just you wait my sweet~'

#hhhhhh this took me an ungodly amount of time to write #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #dottore x reader #genshin impact dottore

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Trust - John Wick

My Masterlist.

Hurt/comfort, angst, uhh lovers to enemies to lovers kind of?? , x gender neutral reader, x assassin reader

Word count: 3.8k (I got REALLY carried away lmao sorry)

Warnings: Injury, injured reader, blood, canon violence. Not proofread.

Summary: Prompted by the classic "I didn't know where else to go" trope.

I stumbled down the sidewalk like a zombie, leaning heavily on the buildings as I passed by. I clutched my arm to my bleeding side, favoring my ankle that I was pretty sure had been broken. My matted hair clung to the edges of my face, both my hair and my clothes drenched by the steady fall of rain. I shivered uncontrollably, frozen to the bone; a combination of blood loss and the cold rain that soaked into every inch of my skin. I stopped suddenly, breathing heavily. Pain washed over me and I grunted, hunching over and pressing my palm into the steadily bleeding wound.

I straightened up as much as I could before quickly ducking into an alley, allowing myself to sink down to the cold pavement with another shiver. My teeth chattered slightly and I clenched my jaw.

I recognized the area as near the infamous assassin's retirement home, John Wick. My former 'co-worker' if you will. Before our agency had all but sold me off to another they were in debt to. Transfer, was the word they used. I had, against my will, gotten passed around between agencies, somehow ended up at an enemy agency. Every time I tried to get out of it though, I was reminded of my numerous outside debts. The agencies I worked for were the only thing keeping them off of my back.

By then, John and I had both made multiple attempts at killing each other for our conflicting agencies. He seemed to ruthlessly carry out their orders, uncaring that I was his former ally. I was nothing but an enemy, now; and soon, he became the same to me.

After he nearly killed me once, it seemed to dawn on him just what he was doing. He had dropped the fight and spared me, but I didn't know just how long this 'truce' would last. I had been careful to avoid him after that, knowing that crossing his path purposely would only be tempting fate even more.

As I considered the idea of showing up at his doorstep foggily, my hand dropped from the bullet wound in my abdomen, alerting me to the fact I was starting to lose consciousness. I took a deep breath, attempting to bring myself back. I knew going to him would most likely be a death sentence, especially in my current state. He'd finish me off, I knew that much. There was no way in hell the heartless boogeyman would tend to the wounds of someone who had tried to kill him. Former ally or not.

But I was across the city from my apartment, and I also knew if I didn't get help soon I wouldn't make it to see morning. I weakly raised my hand back up to my stomach, barely able to put any pressure on the injury. I leaned my head back against the cold brick, my head swimming, and suddenly felt warm. I closed my eyes, sighing.

The hospital wasn't an option, not for people like me. They would ask too many questions. My apartment was more than a walk away, even uninjured, let alone the condition I was in now. A taxi was out of the question too. Weighing my options, it seemed I had no other choice. I knew it was a bad idea, but I was going to die anyway. If my memory served me right, his house was only a couple of blocks away.

If it didn't? I'd end up dying in some alleyway.

I staggered to my feet, gasping in pain and running straight into the wall, bracing myself against it. I doubled over, clutching my middle and panting as dots swam across my vision. I blinked over and over again, trying to clear them.

I walked unsteadily down the deserted street, keeping close to the building for support. My footsteps echoed in the silence, the busy sounds of the city now fading into the distance.

A few more twists and turns and the noisiness of cars and the wailing of sirens grew louder. I came out onto the sidewalk of a busy street, glancing around. I recognized a street sign. I stumbled to the curb, steadying myself on the light pole and not even bothering to look before I crossed the street.

A car roared up on me, the bright headlights making my head pound. The tires of the Toyota squealed as it came to a sudden stop. I heard cursing before the driver blared their horn. I hastily staggered to the other side of the street, unable to see. White hot pain filled my pounding head.

I stumbled on the curb, sticking my arms out in a last desperate (and stupid) attempt to break my fall. I couldn't muffle my cry of agony as my body came into contact with the unforgiving pavement. I rolled onto my side, clutching my side and balling up defensively. I whimpered pathetically when I felt the wound tear even more at the sudden movement.

Not allowing myself a moment of rest, I feebly pushed myself onto all fours before lurching to my feet. I leaned wearily against the building, gaining a fraction of my sight back. The dots had turned into entire dark spots and the edge of my vision had a sort of vignette to it.

Even through my blurry vision, I recognized his porch immediately. I stumbled unsteadily up the stairs, my head suddenly swimming with second thoughts. I immediately realized what a horrible, stupid idea this was. He would kill me on sight, no doubt about it.

I had been standing in front of the door, finger resting on the doorbell. I pulled away, swaying on my feet, and took a step away from the door. My legs buckled underneath me, unable to support me any longer. I barely had the energy to utter a quiet noise of pain. I squeezed my eyes shut.

The sound of a dog barking brought me back to reality seconds later, along with a man's voice. Both were faint but I was unsure if it was because I was on the verge of unconsciousness, or because they actually were further back in the house. I felt a pang of fear, struggling to my forearms. I fell back down to the porch, all my strength leaving me. I feebly curled into a loose ball in a last desperate attempt to protect myself. I fought to keep my eyes open.

The barking quieted before I heard heavy footsteps from inside the house. The door opened and I flinched, curling my arms around my abdomen.

I heard John's voice and I managed to turn my head slightly. "Are you being followed?" He repeated sharply, his eyes withdrawn and calculating.

"I don't know." I whimpered out pathetically. I coughed, the mere action of speaking irritating my lungs. I wheezed, curling into myself and tucking my chin to my chest.His body language was that of an assassin as his sharp eyes carefully took in his surroundings.

I heard his bare feet hit the floor as he took another step closer to me. A strangled, fearful noise escaped my throat, and one of my arms hastily unwound from my waist to shield my head, as if that would protect me. When nothing happened, I looked up carefully, my head pounding. He walked right past me, down off of the porch. I almost felt..afraid; but not of him. Afraid that he would just leave me here to die. That was somehow a worse scenario to me than if he just finished me off himself. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my eyes fluttering open and shut, watching the silhouettes of small insects flutter around the porchlight. His concerned face came into a blurry focus the next time I opened my eyes. He crouched beside me. I suddenly noticed him tucking something into his waistband, what I could only presume was a gun. I weakly pushed myself back with my arms, panic seizing my chest. I panted, my eyes wide in fear.

"I'm going to help you. Don't worry." His voice was softer now; it had lost its harsh edge from before. That still wasn't enough to reassure me though, and as he reached for me, I flinched back.

"I'm sorry I- I didn't know where else to go." I choked out painfully. I struggled onto my forearms, adrenaline flooding into my veins and giving me the little bit of strength I needed to brace myself up. I somehow managed to push myself into a sitting position. He hovered over me, reaching out as if to help me but not quite touching me. I leaned against the wall, slumping against it in exhaustion. I instinctively crossed my arms over my torso, weakly pressing a hand to my wound. All the energy seemed to drain from my body at once, and my eyes tried to shut against my will. I shivered. My body began to tilt to the side. I made no attempt to brace myself against the concrete, instead embracing it and slowly lying down, curling into a wheezing, miserable ball.

I watched wearily as John hesitantly reached for me again. I flinched slightly when his large hand rested carefully on my waist. I tightened my grip around my wounded stomach, using the last bit of energy I had. His eyes were trained on my face, gauging my reaction. My vision blurred and darkened dangerously around the edges.

"It's okay. You're okay." He promised when I shrank further into myself.

"What happened?" He questioned. I felt his hands begin prying my arms from my middle. I whimpered in protest but I was too weak to fight him. A faint wave of panic washed over me. I choked out a cry of pain when I felt an agonizing pressure on my stomach. I clawed feebly at his hands, blood bubbling in my throat. I coughed.

"Stop." I begged, my legs kicking uselessly. This was it. "Please." I gasped out.

"Sorry, sorry. " He apologized breathlessly. A hand reached up to stroke my cheek for a brief moment before returning to my stomach. I choked out a sob. I stilled reluctantly, my breaths shallow and painful. I knew there was no getting out of this now; I was at his mercy.

"Who did this to you?" He asked harshly, his voice faint. I tried to mumble out an answer but my lips wouldn't part and my tongue swelled in my mouth. My shallow breaths slowed, my eyes fluttering shut. I let myself drift off.

I groaned, rolling onto my side and clutching an arm to my torso. The blankets entangled me, causing me to panic as everything came back to me. I bolted up, immediately regretting it and falling onto my back with a choked whimper.

I heard the door open. I weakly shuffled over to the far side of bed, my face screwed up in pain and my breath hitching in my throat. John rounded to the other side, already seeing what I was trying to do. My pulse quickened, panic clawing up my throat as he neared. I pushed myself back with a weak cough.

His hand rested firmly on my shoulder as I braced myself on my elbows, my body shaking pathetically with each cough.

"Get away from me." I choked out, still attempting to shuffle away from him. I turned onto my side, grasping my stomach in pain with one arm. I fell back on the pillows weakly, winded. I noticed he had sat in a chair by the bedside, reaching for a glass on the nightstand.

I watched him wearily as he offered me the glass of water, my throat raspy and begging for relief.

He sighed. "If I wanted to hurt you in any way, I would have already. Drink. It's just water, I promise."

I couldn't argue with that, though I wanted to. I took the glass from him, sipping at first, hesitant of any weird tastes, before gulping it down. He hastily pried the glass from my hands.

"You're going to make yourself sick." He explained.

"I'm thirsty." I protested weakly.

"I know. Slowly." He said carefully, handing the glass back to me. I took slow sips this time, even though all I wanted to do was chug it all down. My entire body ached and throbbed as I handed him the glass back, falling onto my side in exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face into the pillow. I let out a shallow sigh.

“How are you feeling?” He inquired, his eyes glancing over my form.

“It hurts.” I mumbled into the pillow.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. I raised my head suddenly, propping my upper half on my elbow.

“It’s not your fault.” I said. “I should be the one apologizing-”

“No.” He cut me off. “No, I mean..I scared you. You were scared of me. You shouldn’t have been, you came to me for help.”

“We weren’t exactly on best of terms the last time we saw each other.” I reminded him, unsure how else to reply. The man I had worked with years ago - the assassin - hadn’t been this apologetic or caring. He had his moments, but nothing like this. It surprised me.

“I know. I regret that.” He sighed, scrubbing his face and leaning forward. He hung his head, his long hair covering his face. He was quiet, but I could hear the gears turning in his head as he thought of what to say. He never had been a man of many words, but I had known him better than anyone.

“I regret allowing you to continue this..this way of life.” He admitted quietly, raising his head to meet my eyes again and slightly gesturing over to me. I could see guilt in his eyes, and pain. Too much pain. So much that it hurt me, too.

“John, it’s not your fault. It’s not like you could have really stopped me anyway.” I gave him a half smile. We both knew how stubborn I could be. I reached over to place my hand over his in a comforting gesture. I let my instincts guide me, unsure how else to act. I had never had to comfort anyone in my life, let alone the formerly stoic and withdrawn assassin.

He flipped his hand over, capturing my cold fingers in his warm palm. I sighed. "You have no idea. I hated leaving you behind.I hated myself for getting out of that life and not taking you with me. You don't deserve it." He said, sucking in a shaky breath. He averted his eyes from mine, staring at our intertwined hands.

"I was too caught up in that world, you know that. I still am. The normal world just isn't for me." I said quietly.

"So was I. I got out of it, so can you. Let me help you." He pleaded. The vulnerable, caring man in front of me was nothing like the one I had worked with years ago.

"I can't. I can't involve you in any of this, you know that as well as I do, John. You're going to get dragged back in." I shook my head. I suddenly winced, inhaling sharply. I laid back down on the mattress, my energy drained. He hovered over me in concern.

"I'm fine." I tried to reassure him. I broke off with a cough, a sharp pang irritating my lungs. I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I erupted into a coughing fit. Tears of pain welled up in my eyes. I shifted onto my side, then onto my forearms, resting my forehead on the pillow as my body shook with each cough. I felt his hand rubbing gentle circles on my back. He said soothing words that I couldn't make out.

As the coughing fit subsided, I relaxed limply into the mattress. I felt him slide his arm across my chest, gently pulling me up against him. I leaned into him, sighing. His body radiated heat compared to my own.

"Thank you." I slumped against him completely, exhausted. I closed my eyes, a feeling of safety washing over me, with his arms wrapped protectively around my injured body.

"I missed you." He said softly, resting his chin on the top of my head. I felt him dip his head down, pressing his lips to my hair.

"I missed you too." I murmured, beginning to nod off. He must have sensed my exhaustion. Still holding me to his chest, he shifted, lying sideways and carefully pulling me down with him. The movement startled me at first, but I quickly settled down, pressing myself closer to him. He laid still as I drifted off my hand falling away from his. Right before I fell asleep, I felt him untangle himself from me, pulling away. I whined in protest.

"Stay here." I mumbled.

"Are you sure?" He asked hesitantly. He may have been a killer before, but he had always been a gentleman, and apparently he had never stopped.

"Please." I turned onto my back, my arm draping across my stomach. Wordlessly, he settled back down beside me, carefully resting his arm over my own and entwining his fingers with mine. I hummed contentedly, falling asleep.

"It's too soon for you to be up and walking around!" John ordered as I limped into the kitchen.

"John, I'm fine. I'm feeling better, I'm healing! It wasn't that bad." I argued, sitting at the island with a wince.

"You showed up on my doorstep nearly dead less than three days ago, scared shitless. Don't tell me it wasn't that bad." He said lowly, turning away from the coffee maker. His face was hard as he sat across the island from me.

"I can't keep taking up your bed forever."

"You're not." I couldn't argue with that. He had slept by my side the past few nights, and they had been the best nights I sleep I had had in years. No night terrors. It helped my healing immensely.

I sighed in frustration. "I have a life to get back to."

"That's not a life." He frowned.

"I know. I don't have a choice." I said softly, looking down at the table.

"You do. Stay with me." He was serious.

"I already told you; I'm not dragging you into this. This is my problem. You're retired, old man." I added jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. In reality, there wasn't a big age difference between us. Life just had different plans. He was smarter with his, while I had gotten too caught up in the underground world; and now, it had caught up to me, and I was going to be forced to pay the price.

"Who's after you?" He asked suddenly, ignoring my attempt to clear the tense atmosphere.

"I can't tell you that." I argued.

"Yes you can."

"...My company." I sighed in defeat.

"Why?" He pried.

"I owe a lot of people, you know that." He nodded, his frown deepening. "Well..that's why I had no choice but to be passed around. That's why I had to leave. Believe me when I say I wouldn't have left you if I had a choice. You were the one person in that world I felt I could trust." I admitted quietly before continuing.

"These people I always worked for, they were the only thing keeping these other people I owed off my ass. If it weren't for their protection, they would have collected their debt a long time ago." I didn't elaborate; I didn't have to. He knew exactly what I meant. "I fucked up on an assignment. Bad. I cost them big time. That's why they want me. My own company is on my ass now." I laughed humorlessly.

"Do you still work for…." He trailed off, not daring to say the name aloud.

"Yeah."

"They're ruthless."

"I know."

"They're ruthless." He repeated. "They're not going to stop looking for you until you're dead."

"I know." I repeated in irritation.

"You can't go back out there." He said softly.

"I told you, I don't have a choice. If I don't, they're going to come looking for me. They're going to come here. I don't want that."

"That's not your decision to make."

"What, do you want them to come here? Do you want to get involved in this?" I spat at him, standing abruptly. I doubled over, gripping the countertop with paper white knuckles. I hissed in pain, curling an arm around my stomach. He was quick to round the island, coming over to me. I ducked away from him.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. Sit." He ordered. I backed away from him, stubbornly refusing to follow his orders. I was still swaying on my feet, having just evaded death mere days ago. My body ached, begging for rest.

"Listen." He sighed, softening his tone. "I don't want you going out there. It's not safe. You know what they're going to do."

"I know exactly what they want to do, and I'm not letting it happen. I've evaded all those assholes I owe for the better part of my life. I'm still here."

"You've had people helping you. Covering for you." He pointed out.

"Not always." I argued, slowly straightening up. "And I never trusted them."

"Is that really how you want to live the rest of your life?" He asked. I didn't miss the slow, deliberate steps he took towards me, but I didn't back away.

"It's a little too late for second chances, John." I laughed dryly. "I'm knee deep in all this bullshit. More than that, actually."

"It's never too late." He told me quietly, placing his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him, meeting his sincere gaze.

"You said I was the one person you could trust?" I nodded wordlessly. "Then trust me. Let me help you. Please."

"Okay." I agreed softly.

I trusted him. I had never stopped.

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Hi, hi, hiiii! I’m here to send a request for your event :D

Can you maybe do a High School AU with Nozel who happens to be y/n’s academic rival? I’m a big fan of Enemies to Lovers so the trope got to be that one ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ Thank youuuu

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i shoot u >:(

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Edit: @wifeoflangrisvaude I thought I should tag you here as well since this request is from you too <3

And we have another same request hehe ♡ are you two like twinnys or something hehe the exact same troupe too.

And omg A YEAR (づ￣ ³￣)づ come here let Aine gib you Kith too. ♡♡ Thank you for the lovely wishes and I hope you continue making people's day with my work ♡

This request is.... So classic. *chef kiss* I love good ol classics ♡ I'll go with high school AU instead of college because of the plot I have in mind. ^3^

AU: High School Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader TW: slight angst, unchecked, vulgarities. This is long ass for Aine's standards. It should be divided into chapters but I'm lazy so..

*SLAM*

You closed your locker door after getting your books for the next lesson. The hallway went silent.

Opps. Did I slam it too hard?

You turned around to look at everyone's reaction, hoping to not get the weird looks.

But you met eye to eye with Nozel Silva. His face seemed to forever be in a scowl but the girls were all squealing over him. You'll never know what they see in him.

Nozel's eye darted away from you like you were some sort of diseases that made his eye hurt. And you simply rolled your eye.

"Acting all high and mighty just cause he's rich and studies well, lmao" you said sarcastically as you leaned against your locker and crossed your arm.

Nozel's eyebrows twitched a little as he heard your comment. He turned his head back a little to glare at you, both of you scowling at each other.

Your bestie, Vanessa pulled you away, whisper-shouting at you, "let's just go, y/n!"

Both Nozel and you didn't start off this way. You both never bothered about each other's existence at the start of the year, but because both you and Nozel were the top student of the cohort, you were always 'fighting' over the first position.

There can only be one number 1 and that person will get the scholarship to get in Clover College, the prestigious college of your area.

Whenever you took the top in the test, Nozel would give a frown like someone owed him money. He was also always acting cool and confident, like money could resolve all his problems. Well, it could really resolve 99% of your problems but.. you just didn't like his stuck up behaviour AND you really needed the scholarship so you both became "rivals" somehow.

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"I dont understand why does he need to vie for this position with me? He's bloody rich so he doesn't need the scholarship to get in??" You stretched yourself to get ready for PE class later than evening.

"Well, it's like an honourable thing for the family name," Nebra sat beside you and sighed, "he's pushing himself a lot, that brother of mine, but he really doesn't mean any harm. We get it from him sometimes too."

In Silver Eagles High School, certain lessons were mixed between the different levels, example cooking, PE or art lessons, so you got to be in the same class as Nebra, Nozel's younger sister. Somehow, you both got along despite you and her brother's rivalry.

"Well, if he treats you guys this way as well then it's not about the family name" you lifted your hand in an inverted coma, "it's just his ego?"

Nebra giggled, "oh y/n, you're the only girl I've seen that talks about my brother this way."

Nebra liked you. You were real and down to earth and you really worked hard for everything that you got. And you were the only one that doesn't squeal over her brother.

Most girls that liked Nozel were only because they liked his looks or his money. But thankfully, Nozel doesn't give them more than a second glance because he was very focused on his academics and his sport, archery.

He was also the teacher's favourite because he's smart and responsible and always brought back Medals in Archery. He was indeed the Model student.

But you were not bad yourself, you always excelled in academics and you were on the school's volleyball team with Nebra and Vanessa, except that it was a team sport so you were not as recognised as Nozel.

Nebra often thought that you and her brother would be a lovely match if it weren't for the both of you fighting over the top position. Well, one can only imagine, Nebra thought to herself.

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"oi, y/n~" Josh came to your desk, "could you like, teach me how to do homework?"

"How do I teach you if you don't even come to class?" you gave him a stoic expression.

Josh was the school's hockey team MVP. He was great at his sports and was also another ladies' favourite but he always skipped class. He always used his Hockey trainings as an excuse like he was tired or injured etc and the teacher's had no choice. But his academic results were a disaster.

"Hey now, give me a break will ya, training has been killing me, at least let me study your homework then?"

"You mean copy?" you raised a brow

"No~ don't say it like that.." Josh gave you a sheepish smile, "I thought a pretty face like you would be nice too"

"Give me a break, Josh" you rolled your eyes at him.

"being a brag just cause you're top in class?" Josh started to speak sarcastically and his friends sniggered.

You ignored him but he grabbed your bag, "eh eh pretty face, better not be too proud yeah? Sharing is caring"

You struggled against him, but he was huge and strong, so your efforts were futile.

A hand smacked Josh's arm, causing the Hockey player to let go of his grip on you.

"What a disgrace, bullying a girl." Nozel gave Josh a look of disgust as he walked past towards his desk.

"it's none of your business rich boy," Josh glared at him, the other boys squaring Nozel up, but Nozel had his Lackeys back him up too. (well, cause he's rich yknow) Both staring down each other.

"It's none of my business but I'm trying to study here and you're bothering me."

Josh knew that he could not offend Nozel. The Silvas were very authoritative and had great influence in the country. Once, someone tried to beat Nozel up in Middle school, but not only did Nozel know self defence, that guy got expelled and hearsay that no school in the country accepted him after.

Josh stomped off in a huff, "I'll remember this Silva. You better watch out y/n."

"What a waste of my time," Nozel Muttered when he left.

You pursed your lips. You hated to owe him but you did. "Thanks."

Nozel took one glance at you and he went back to his desk, completing his homework.

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You sprained your ankle at volleyball training, you could barely walk, so Nebra offered to give you a ride home after training, since she had a chauffeur come get her.

But as the door opened, Nozel was seated inside. You both stared at each other, the tension rising again.

"Are we some kind of hitch service now?" Nozel spoke coldly.

"It's fine, Nebra, I can just-"

Before you could finish, Nebra held your hand and sat into the car.

"She's injured, brother, anyway her house is on the way, move over a little." Nebra nudged her brother into the car so you had space to sit in the Bently too. Well it was spacious so there was more than enough space.

Nozel let out a small "tsk" but he remained silent as he leaned back and closed his eyes, tired from a day of archery training.

You and Nebra ignored Nozel and made small little chats about the day as you guided the driver to your home. Soon enough, you reached your place.

"Your house looks cute and cozy just from the outside, y/n!" Nebra looked at your little home.

"Come by one day, my mom is a pretty good baker," you beamed at her and thanked her and the chauffeur for sending you back.

"You friend has good manners, young lady Nebra." The chauffeur commented, which Nebra agreed.

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You were late for school the next day. You had trouble sleeping at night because of the pain in your foot and you didn't have time to see a proper doctor yet, so you put on a guard and waddled as fast as you can to school.

The lecture already started when you arrived, and you mumbled a "sorry" to your lecturer. There was not much seats left and you just scrambled into the nearest available seat.

You already felt a cold vibe coming from beside you and you glanced to your side, mentally cursing yourself for choosing such a seat. A seat beside Nozel Silva.

fuck it, you thought to yourself and quickly took out your notes and tried to figure out where the lecturer was at.

You flipped back on forth, until a page was shoved beside you, showing you the slide the class was at at that moment.

You looked up at Nozel, his eyes was focused on the lecture in front. You've never been this close to him before, and you noticed his lavender eyes, a hint softer than Nebra's and you thought that they were really pretty. Even prettier than Nebra's, you would say.

You shook off your weird thoughts and whispered "thank you" to him. To which he just nodded.

The bell rang, signifying the lunch break and everyone quickly packed and scooted out of the lecture hall.

Because you had some things to catch up on from missing 30 mins of class, you were still scribbling in your notes. You tried to quickly pack up so you could head to the front to ask the lecturer about some questions you had, but someone knocked into you, spilling the contents of your bag onto the floor.

Said person ran out of the hall, mumbling a "sorry", leaving you picking up everything amongst the crazy stampede of humans leaving the room.

Someone bent down, helping you to pick up your notes and stuff. You looked up, about to thank the person and it was Nozel Silva. You were so surprised and shocked when he handed you your file with all the notes inside picked up and slotted nicely.

Now you were looking at him close up, face to face. His face was flawless. What does this guy eat? His features were pretty nice, he had a pointed nose and chiseled jaw line, you kinda understand why many girls fell for his looks.

"T-thank you," you stuttered upon realising you might have been looking at him a little too long. You took your things and turn to head towards the lecturer, but he was long gone.

You let out a sigh. What a morning.

Nozel handed you something. It was his notes from today's lecture, "pass it to Nebra when you're done." and he walked off without another word.

You swore your heart did a little skip at that moment and your perspective of him started to change a little.

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"Tell Nozel Thank you for me," you returned the notes to Nebra at the next training. You passed some muffins to her as well. "From my mom, for you guys for sending me home and helping me out!"

"I can't believe my brother lent you his notes" Nebra wriggled her brows at you.

"Well, maybe he knew why I was late, since you guys sent me home the other day and he decided to show some mercy." you laughed.

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The next day, you were walking to class with Vanessa and you saw Nozel from afar, coming towards your direction, your heart thumped a little faster thinking about what you were going to say to him.

Should I say hello, or ask about the muffins, or thank him again for his notes.

"Nebra is sick from eating your stupid muffins." he glared at you, "what did you put in them?"

You were flabbergasted and was totally caught off guard.

"What?" you managed to squeak out.

"Tsk, can't talk now?" he was more annoyed now.

"I-is she ok??"

"The doctors came to look at her this morning and gave her some painkillers, she was vomiting the entire night."

"Is everyone else okay?"

"Only she ate your muffins. Thank god I didn't eat that cheap thing." he shook his head.

"Hey, don't be rude, Nozel, obviously y/n didn't mean it??" Vanessa stepped in front of you.

Your chest was in pain. It felt like a dagger was being stabbed straight into your heart multiple times. He didn't even try the muffins, he thought it was cheap and Nebra was sick.

You didn't know how to feel. You felt genuinely bad and worried for your friend and you were hurt that the muffins you helped your mom made were being insulted this way.

For the past week, you really thought differently of Nozel. You thought that he wasn't that bad of a person and you were excited to see him again.

You didn't even realise you were crying until your vision turned blur.

"I'm s-sorry." you lowered your head and looked at your feet, not wanting him to see your tears fall.

But he did. He was dumbfounded and panic stricken when he saw the tears form in your eyes. He didn't mean to make you cry... He pursed his lips, unsure of what to say now. He mentally chided himself for using such harsh words towards you.

He was just mad and worried about Nebra and the year end exams were coming up, she couldn't afford to miss any classes.

"you happy now, Nozel?" Vanessa held you and chided Nozel, "do you rich people have no manners?"

Instead of apologising like he should, he coward away, turning his heels and walking off.

When he turned his back on you and left, your heart shattered.

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For the next few weeks, you always avoided Nozel and you didn't even look him in the eye. Although Nebra was already better, but you didn't know how to face Nozel after what he said.

You really thought that he was a good guy afterall, only to be proven otherwise when he insulted you and your mom's muffins. But you couldn't really argue much, since it was a fact that Nebra did get a tummy upset after eating your muffins. You could only feel dejection and disappointment.

The finals were around the corner and everyone was more focused on school. You worked your ass off, studying day and night endlessly, hoping to get that scholarship and getting into clover college.

Nozel sees you in school very often. Since the both of you were the top students, you both hung around school to study very often. There were many times where there was not much people in school anymore and both bumped into each other.

There was always a tension and awkwardness in the air. Nozel didn't know what to say; he regretted the words the moment it came out from his mouth.

Truth to be told, he admired your spirit. Not many people could be this determined and disciplined. You were always kind to teach your other friends patiently while he would always lose his patience.

You were popular amongst your friends, but he knew that many around him were just interested in his wealth. He lowkey wanted to be friends with you but he didn't knew how to ask. And ever since that incident, you wouldn't even give him so much as a glance. And it actually broke his heart a little.

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"Nozel,"Solid, Nozel's younger brother, came to him one day, "I've got news you might want to hear about."

"What?" Nozel was still deeply concentrated on his work in front of him, he was studying like a machine these days, pushing himself for the final lap.

"One of Josh's lackeys fell out with him,"

"I'm not interested."

"that's not the point-"

"then get to the point." Nozel cut him off.

"I'm getting to it! Anyway he told someone that he put something in y/n's muffins."

Upon hearing your name, his ears perked up and started listening to the conversation. "what muffins?" he pretended to not remember, but he knew exactly what his brother was talking about.

"The one y/n gave to Nebra! Josh wanted payback for the other day when you embarrassed him. He thought you were gonna eat them, but he put some constipation meds in there.."

Nozel stared a hole in the younger Silva, "evidence?"

"Well it was awhile ago so we can only take his word for it. So technically we can't really report him or shit." he shrugged, "I just thought you wanted to know, since you scolded y/n about it..."

Solid zipped up his lips when he saw the tone in Nozel's face change. If looks could kill, he felt that he would have been murdered by Nozel.

Nozel Silva seldom felt regret. But now he was haunted by it. He already felt bad for his harsh use of words and now he felt like he was being kicked in the gut a thousand times.

He never thought of himself as dumb until today. He wanted to apologise to you but he had no idea how to.

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"Nebra," Nozel came to his sister's room that very day and told her everything that happened.

"I can't believe you said that to y/n!" Nebra gave her brother a look of disgust.

"she didn't tell you?"

"no? she only said that she heard I had a tummy upset and she felt bad and apologised to me."

Nozel felt more pangs of regret hitting his chest. It really felt like getting smacked in the head with a frying pan. You're really an angel through and through.

"I'll apologise. Let me know what she likes."

"Yeah brother, you deal with y/n and your studies and I'll deal with that Josh guy... How dare he do that.." Solid cracked his fingers.

"I'll help you!" Nebra nodded at her brother.

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A cake box with a beautiful red ribbon was placed on your desk the next day. You looked up at the gifter. It was Nozel. His face was slightly awkward and his ear tips were red.

"s-sorry about the other day" the Silva coughed out.

Your heart thumped in your chest, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Even though you told yourself you were mad at him, you couldn't help but feel the butterflies at this moment.

"It wasn't your muffins, it was Josh." Nozel told you everything that Solid told him.

"I can't believe that idiot!!" you furrowed your brows, "how can he do such a thing!"

"we'll deal with him. don't worry." Nozel nodded to you and your heart skipped a beat. He was so suave and cool, you felt your face reddening and you had to purse your lips to not smile.

"h-how?"

"Nothing a little money cannot solve.."

"geez, you rich people... I can never understand.." you gave a little laugh, to Nozel's surprise. It was the first time in 3 years you laughed in front of him. And you looked kinda... cute.

*cough cough* Nozel tried to cough away his oncoming blush and he quickly excused himself.

You opened up the cake box and noticed a little card inside.

y/n: sorry for using those harsh words at you. They don't hold any meaning or malice. My apologies for wronging you and your muffins. All the best for the finals and have ample rest and water. Nozel.

You couldn't help but smile gleefully at the beautifully handwritten card. Even his handwriting was graceful and neat. What else can this Nozel not do?

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It was getting late on a school day and it was just one week to the finals. You were studying alone in the library, your study buddies already calling it a day.

"Still not done for the day?"

You looked up. Nozel took a seat beside you.

"Just finishing up the l last few chapters, you?" you gave him a shy smile, ever since that day, you both would smile at each other or give little nods when you saw each other.

Some days you both could sit beside one another in lectures or class. The people around you were shocked.

"I'm done actually, but I can wait for you. It's getting late and there's no one here."

"Oh no it's fine-" you tried to wave him off but he was already opening one of his notes.

You threw in the towel at 9pm.

"I'll send you back, it's on the way." Nozel insisted. His chauffeur was already waiting at the school gates with their Bently. "You can rest abit in the car. It's what I usually do."

You wanted to protest but you were extremely exhausted from a full day of studying. So you hopped onto the Bently.

"All the best for the finals, y/n." Nozel gave you a smile. He looked really handsome even under the dim lights of the car.

"you should smile more," you blurted out.

You both stared at each other wide eyed, the heat in the car rising.

"T-thanks for the trip back!!" you quickly got out of the car.

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You got finals done and dusted. You felt a huge rock thrown off your back. You were finally free! It was time to focus on the upcoming spring sports tournament.

You focused on your volleyball and Nozel focused on his archery. You thought about him a lot actually. But since there was no more school, you saw him lesser.

Only during days where your practice was on the same day and you would bump into him or see him when he waited for Nebra.

Nozel too, wanted to talk to you. But he had no idea how to and your common topic was studying, which you no longer needed to do right now. He felt a little sad on some days and he found himself thinking about you a lot more.

He started to make excuses to come see Nebra at training, so he could steal a glimpse of you.

When you played volleyball, you looked so cool and sexy. He started to ask Nebra more about the sport, so he could understand you a little more.

------

The results for the finals came out. Nozel took the top place and he got the scholarship. You couldn't help but feel disappointed but you were truly happy for Nozel. He had studied hard and he was really, really smart.

Well, now you had to go home and think of a way to raise the money to even pay for Clover College. Maybe you could take up a summer job or some sorts.. Or borrow money..

"y/n." a familiar voice was heard.

"Nozel, congrats!" you beamed at him.

"T-thanks." a small blush crept onto Nozel's cheeks. "I don't need the money from the scholarship."

"uh-huh. of course you don't-"

"I'll give you the money." Nozel said before you can finish whatever you wanted to say.

"Scholarships don't work this way, dummy," you giggled.

"I know, I already have the money for college. So since I'm getting in via scholarship, I'll give you the money. You deserve to be in Clover College and I'm 100% sure you'll get in."

"wha- why? You don't have to. I can't accept this."

"You don't have to accept but it'll be a pity to not be able to study in a good school because you don't have the funds."

"I- I can work part time and raise the money!"

"Take it as thanks for always taking care of Nebra. Or for wronging you about the muffins. Or that I'm sharing this scholarship with you. Or that I just want to continue to be in the same college as you and study alongside you." Nozel blurted out.

You stared at him, his face turning into a tomato after his confession. You mouth was agape and you had no idea what to say. You heart was going at a thousand miles an hour.

"Will you go out with me, y/n?" Nozel spoke softly, keeping it between the both of you. "I do think that I'm in love with you."

You finally understood what it felt like when they say your heart is melting. You felt like the luckiest girl at that moment. The Nozel Silva is in love with you?? The perfect, the 10/10, the guy that every girl wants to have but he doesn't even give them a second glance is now staring at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's seen.

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, enveloping him in a hug. It never felt so right before, at that moment, both your arms wrapped around each other. Why didn't you both realise this before? That you were this perfect for each other?

"Yes, Nozel. I think I'm in love too." you said into the crook of his neck.

Thank god you were hugging him so you couldn't see him smiling goofily with his face all red. "I promise to take care of you, y/n."

SOME EXTRAS SINCE THERE'S TWO PERSON REQUESTING THIS:

College! Nozel Silva x F! reader HCS:

So you two are in the same school and you two are like super glued together. Besides playing your sports and being in different classes, you both were practically together all the time.

People thought that you would get tired eventually, but no. Power couple Nozel & y/n is strong.

Boy always waits for you to end your trainings and he carries your bags for you.

You both go to each other's games. First thing after every game is a kiss.

He's still Mr Perfect but he's not so high and mighty with you by his side. You're teaching him to be humble.

He spoils you rotten. Hey, he's rich so..

Mama Acier loves you! You stay over at their place so often and mama Acier spoils you rotten too. Nebra is over the moon about you being her brother's girlfriend and she thinks nobody else is more suited.

He gets grumpy when you go work at your part time job. You insist on paying him whatever you can for his money for college. But he takes the money and buys you gifts or bring you to eat instead.

Whenever you both argued he would still send you good morning and good night text messages. Even if you ignored him, he'll still text you about his day and stuff.

If you ignored him for too long, prepared for the bently to pull up to where ever you are and you'll be pulled in.

Whenever you both are at the movies it turns out into a make out session. Sometimes you miss the movie so he buys another round of tickets again.

He proposed to you on the day of your graduation.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #nozel silva x you #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines #black clover au #aine's 1700 event

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thyandrawrites · 9 months

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For the shipping bingo board, Rin/Isagi, Kunigami/Chigiri & Nagi/Reo :3

Woo, a fun one!

Rinsagi:

Listen. They are The ship because they are divorced and soulmates at the same time. I love that energy they have going on. Their dynamic got sidetracked with the neo egoist arc and kaiser's introduction as isagi's new foil/rival, but imho bllk peaked when these two were still navigating how to coexist with each other and simultaneously come on top of each other. What I like about their dynamic is that is balanced. While isagi makes an effort to understand rin and work with him instead of for him like everyone else, isagi also doesn't coddle him or tries to fix him.

They are equally deranged for football and their skill levels are different, but on the field they push and challenge each other in ways that other dynamics simply don't, imho. I never get the feeling from them that either one has fully caught up to the other, and that's part of why I like them so much. They barely tolerate each other, yet they're the closest thing to actual teamwork this manga will ever have. What I love about them is that despite being polar opposite in basically every respect (personalities, family curcumstances, attitude towards others), they're also very in-synch because on the field they see the same view and think the same way. Everyone always says that kaisagi is the dbhwks equivalent of bllk, but to me that's rinsagi. Enemies that have way too much in common and don't want to admit it.

Plus I find it funny that they're both lowkey-highkey touch averse so that makes imagining them as a couple fairly fun :')

Kunigiri:

This is where I'm conflicted because this is a very very small fandom, and the bloggers who actively talk here (here being tumblr or discord) as opposed to just... Sharing things are almost all kncg shippers. For the sake of finding fandom friends, I tried liking this ship. Believe me, I did! But it just isn't hitting for me. And the thing is, I can see the appeal. They have the same tragic angle of friends separed that nagireo and bachisagi do, except it's even more tragic because one of them is almost eliminated! Plus the whole "came back wrong" potential angle! I should be shipping them! I live for angst and for hurt/comfort! But I just... I don't know. I find them a bit bland, and it doesn't help that I hate with a passion the nickname "princess" and you just cannot avoid it in this corner of the fandom

I guess I will try harder, maybe eventually I will find out the fic that will convert me

Nagireo:

This is where I reveal myself as unhinged because they have completely hijacked my brain. I STARTED SHIPPING THEM AS A JOKE. because it was funny. And then I read episode nagi. And then somehow they became my biggest comfort ship ever??? They can barely communicate. They actively make each other worse (at least as far as blue lock themes go. They'd be fine in a different manga). How did this happen.

Ahem. Without writing (another) essay on them (check my meta tag for those), I will say that I am absolutely feral about these two. They're fun because they are so Weird. They're the best friends to lovers trope but they can't talk to each other at all. Miscommunication is their daily bread. They're rivals who can't help being wrapped around each other's fingers. One moment they're trying to progress as their own individuals, the next they're back to being codependent. They exemplify so many of the themes of blue lock and one day I'm gonna write a whole essay on it. Like I'm not even kidding, reonagi, bachisagi and rinsae are all faces of the same coin. I'm convinced Kaneshiro introduced them all to drive home the idea that the best striker in the world cannot live for someone else's success, and those three dynamics are different stages of self awareness in that respect. In that respect I think all three are integral to the series and that's why they're the most nuanced dynamics of the show

But as for nagireo itself? I know they will make me miserable eventually because I want them to be a team and that will never happen (well, if you don't take into account how they're both likely to make it to the u20 proper at least). But still. If I didn't like pain I wouldn't be shipping them in the first place I guess

#Ali replies #Blue lock

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danganronpafan777 · 1 year

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DRA Girl Cast dating dating S/O who have a personality like Himiko and is also the Ultimate Mage and is short 🪄

Alright!

Kiyoka Maki:

She's like Tenko but wouldn't make you uncomfortable

Literally everything about you is adorable to her

When she first met you, she just wanted to pick you up and hug you

Your personalities kinda clash, with you wanting to sleep and Kiyoka wanting to do literally everything

But you guys make compromises, she'll drag you to amusement parks but you'll sleep on the Ferris wheel and slower rides

She'll stay home with you and practice guitar while you either practice your magic or sleep more

She'll happily go to every show you have and will offer to be your assistant every single time

She doesn't really believe in magic that much, but she'll believe you if you say it is

If you have a tiger cub familiar, it's basically hers now

Kizuna Tomori:

She thought you were kinda annoying at first, but you quickly warmed up to her

She would ask for you to incorporate your tricks in a few of her cheer routines such as creating fireworks and summoning doves

She'll also be the attractive assistant (her words) at literally all your shows, and you'll show up to some of the games she cheers at and fall sleep in the bleachers

You'll also use your magic whenever creeps try flirting with her

Words can't describe how much she appreciates that

Doesn't believe in magic but just might humor you every once in a while

Akane Taira:

She's like the mom friend to you at first

Will tuck you in the nearest bed whenever you fall asleep and take care of your familiar and whatever animals you may use in your tricks

When you started dating, this did not change in the slightest, if anything, her serving you became a daily routine

You guys have daily tea parties, where she supplies cakes and chocolates that you basically eat within minutes

She overworks herself alot, so there's times where you just tug on her apron and make her nap with you

She'll always offer to assist you when you're performing tricks and will bring you some snacks after every show

You also use magic on creeps that try to flirt with her

(Mitch was stuck as a ferret for a few hours-)

Ayame Hatano:

While Akane was the mom friend, she was the dad friend

Say hello to your personal trainer

When you started dating, she still made you run (or slowly walk) a few laps every morning

She'll offer to take your tiger cub on walks too-

She'll help you with your tricks if you ask her, but she'd be a bit awkward about it

She'll gladly cheer you on at every performance though, and would be also bring you refreshments after each show

As active as she is, she has no objections to cuddling and watching a movie, no matter how much she'll blush during it

She tries to discourage you from napping too much, but sometimes you convince her to nap with you

Also doesn't believe in magic but might humor you

Rei Mekaru:

You guys are literally complete opposites

Your class is still wondering to this day how the hell you guys got together

She thought you were one of the most incompetent people she ever met when she first met you, and somehow she found herself falling for you

You guys were probably the enemies to lovers trope

She doesn't believe in magic, and make it her personal goal to expose literally every one of your tricks

This doesn't change when you start dating, she still doesn't believe in magic

She would still go to your shows to support you though, and even if you fall asleep during her lectures

Somehow she still loves you

You were there for her when others weren't and stuck around as much as she tried to push you away

As lazy as you were, you always made sure she didn't overwork herself

Getting her to love you was probably the only magic trick of yours that she'll never understand

Kanata Inori:

It didn't really take long for the two of you to date

You guys and Kakeru were basically the wholesome friend group of the class

Then you guys became more than that and no one was really surprised

Kanata tries her best to make time for your shows, but it's a bit difficult with her job

She loves to cuddle with you after her late shifts at the hospital, where she'll usually see that you fell asleep while waiting for her

She also thinks your tiger cub is adorable and would always make sure that it's healthy

Kanata is a bit confused and unbelieving at the idea of magic, but she's willing to believe it for you

Satsuki Iranami:

Satsuki basically decided that you two were bffs the moment you met

She believes in magic, period.

She begged to be your apprentice (would accidentally end up messing up the trick as your assistant)

She would have invited you to join her family's circus if it wasn't so competitive, but she does introduce you to Keisuke!

Satsuki isn't the best at doing magic, but she's got the spirit and the animals seem to like her

Most of your dates are of binging movies and junk food, but neither of you have any complaints

You both also spend a minimum of three hours cuddling each day

Satsuki won't let you go and you're too lazy to get up anyway

Mikako Kurokawa:

The two of you were kinda the odd ones out with your supernatural talents, but you both seemed to bond pretty well over that fact

The two of you don't really go out for dates that much, usually just staying at home

Mikako isn't lazy but she isn't very active either, so you guys also spend hours cuddling every day

Your tiger cub and other animals involved in your trucks are kinda wiry of her at first, but they come to trust her

She does believe in magic and supernatural and will try to go to as many of your shows as she can with Yamato usually joining her

She would be smiling at you in the crowd while Yamato would volunteer to be the assistant for any trick you need one

#dra x reader #danganronpa another #satsuki iranami #rei mekaru #kanata inori #mikako kurokawa #ayame hatano #akane taira #kiyoka maki #kizuna tomori

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kindan-no-kanojo · 1 year

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Hi admin I got a question ! Do you have a favorite trope for Scarlett ships? how many are there. I love your blog btw!

Hi Anon! First of all, I'm glad you enjoy this mess of a blog dfgfg 😭💕 You're very sweet! To answer your question, I don't really have a favorite trope for these? It depends on the muses tbh, I can enjoy some enemies to lovers as much as mutual pining if the chemistry is there dfjd. I was vague with the ship meme ig but maybe I can elaborate a little on the kind of AUs we have here?

As for how many... so many. SDJK possibly around 6. After finishing the list I concluded they are actually 7, 8 with the canon ship (not included in this one but I rambled a bit about it here) and I added one honorable mention. I'll take this chance to ramble endlessly about them so buckle up 😤. Since you mentioned it, I tried to assign a trope to each of these that might describe their dynamic? Tried. sdfkj they are so different, let's see here:

SORRY FOR THE TAGS IN ADVANCE 😭

💥. I'll start with the heaviest lmao. The first AU ship ever was Rukilett (w/ @ruki--mukami), which was a hell of a ride. I think the slowest burn ship of all yet, but also the darkest, and the most resolved??? It started pretty civil, until he realized that she maybe, sorta, kinda, perhaps isn't into all the Master/Slave Livestock thing and when she said she didn't like pain she kinda meant it 🗿 DFGJDG So punishing her by biting her all over and traumatizing her a lil while she was restrained wasn't,,, the best way to go LMAO. It was a ride fr, it wasn't at all planned (but is anything ever-). They became pretty hostile towards each other afterwards ofc, or, well, she was actually the hostile one while he was rather awkward. Eventually Ruki began to feel remorseful and Scarlett just wanted revenge, blood, war, his head on her wall and so on(?). Even got help from another muse to maybe get back at him but it never worked in the end. Jas and I interacted for a little over a year and this back and forth drama that eventually evolved into what I call unrequited hate, lasted around 10 months out of that time I think? ~10 IRL months of unrequited hate dfjkgd. They (she) eventually started to soften up when she noticed that he was genuinely regretful and losing hope in trying to fix things to get their relationship back to a more peaceful point; so they made a truce when Scarlett acknowledged that hard feelings weren't taking them anywhere. They finally got their first consensual kiss (lmao) on Pocky day last year, giving an end to the triggering arc. We all cried. Idk how new or old you're to the blog but I have a whole Masterlist for Rukilett's journey if you want to see what I'm talking about dgdg. If you've ever heard of TW: Rukilett, yeah. Now they are back to just Rukilett thank god.

🎎. After that we have more light-hearted ones (kinda) 💕 like Scarina (w/ @iricathel 's Irina) , which actually was born lowkey in the shadows within another AU of Jas' Ruki (ever heard of Harem!Ruki? That's a whole other can of worms right there). They found some common ground and became besties and got a little too close but hey that's Friendship™ 😩 They are both oblivious of the fact that some things aren't just your usual bestie routine but what do I know 🏃🏻‍♀️ They would be Friends to lovers if they ever take a step further. But for now they are besties that are equally bossy and equally fabulous—

🔫. Then we have Myslett (w/ @mino-diabolik 's Mystic), which is the opposite of unresolved tension lmao. If there's any tension between them they resolve that shit 🗿 FDGJDG. Scarlett showing up at the worst time possible around Mystic led her to an almost certain death more than once, more than twice, even. But she sticks to him because weirdly enough, he hasn't really hurt her. Yeah her life was always in danger but it doesn't hurt (?). They currently have a Friends with benefits dynamic, another case of besties getting too close but they somehow got even closer GDGDH But what are friends for amirite 🏃🏻‍♀️✨

🍪. Vivilett (w/ @sutcliffe-v 's Virek) is a very particular one! More developed outside of Tumblr, it's based on how Virek would meet Crowlett often and befriend her, but he's completely unaware of the fact that Scarlett, also his friend, is the person behind the crow (?). I mean how would anyone know- But that somehow stresses Scarlett because he's got these two friends but it's actually the same person but is it really necessary to let him know?? What if he finds out and gets angry? What if he thinks she's crazy? Well, who knows, really. For now, Virek has two friends and spoils Crowlett with shiny and tiny gifts uwu. Idk what their dynamic would be called fdgdkg maybe it's your classic miscommunication trope but more wholesome (?).

🍴. No one knows what's going on with Ryuulett (w/ @fruit-of-infidelity 's Ryuuto), but I think they are onto something. Can't quite put my finger on it but. Like. A Vampire and a Ghoul meet up. They have a snack. The end. ???????? Do you expect me to believe this!!! fkjsfs Nah but idk who's bolder here but they aren't letting the other win in whatever game they are playing and I mean 🍿🍿 I love these two tbh, bc they actually have this weird tension building from a cute set of coincidences of them randomly snacking together??? And yeah they have kissed a few times but what does that even mean here????? What is happening 😭?? dfjkshf I feel like it's some kind of slow burn but one wrong (or right?) move and the kitchen is suddenly on fire—

💖. And speaking of slow burn, ConLett (w/ @kurosawa-family 's Convoitise) is the exact opposite of that. LJGHD I'm genuinely impressed with how quick he managed to turn her into a blushy mess without even trying??? Seems like the answer was kindness all along, who would have thought!!!! Free therapy with Paniclett and Simpcon, I'm soff— I'd go with mutual pining here because even though Scarlett has no clue what is going on now, she can't deny there's Things™ that she feels that are impossible to ignore, and Convoitise is not even trying to hide it lmao. She might try to fight the soff but he smiles once and she's done for. How did this happen fr KGJD.

💫. A more recent one is Scardion (w/ @gasotea 's Gwydion) which also looks like a slow burn but going towards a more wholesome direction. They are pretty much opposite poles, but Scarlett finds some peace in Gwydion's presence, which makes her more playful and annoying relaxed around him, something he can barely stand fghfjdh. She's flirty and feisty and he's very reserved and caring (and ace!!!!) so this could be a very interesting match imo. I can think of them as a fluff pair, but it could change overtime, we'll see uwu.

🔗. A special addition because even though they haven't had the best of times as of late, Megan ( @mchallwrites ) is one of the most long-term relationships Scarlett had in this blog, although as a friendship in her eyes. Sadly, everything went south when Megan confessed on Christmas, something Scarlett was not prepared for at all and thus she could not respond accordingly. It led to a dark unrequited love, considering that it drove Megan to insanity and now Scarlett feels pretty unsafe around her. I feel bad for them, but while its potential to solve seems very low, I'm interested to see how they develop, if they ever do. I hold onto the thought that all arcs just happened, pretty unprompted, so with all their ups and downs, maybe something might come out of this. Although, they have to be careful.

And I think that's pretty much it, PHEW. I'm not including simple friendships or other peeps that are yet to interact further, but ofc if this list changes in some way, I'm here for it 💕 While writing this I was so impressed to see that tropes barely overlap, I think that's beautiful fdgdh. Thank you for your question Anon, and if you read all the way through or you were tagged, special smooch for you. love you 💕

#📭Asklett #Scarlett Wakahisa #Diabolik Lovers OC #👻. Anon #.we dont talk about how LONG this took me 😭#.ik it's from yesterday but i had to sit down and analyze(? a LOT #. for HOURS but it was worth it 😤💕 love them all #💥. Rukilett #🎎. Scarina #🔫. Myslett #🍪. Vivilett #🍴. Ryuulett #💫. Scardion #💖. ConLett #🔗Megan #.the 4th wall whispers. . . | 𝒪𝒪𝒞

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tempestfm · 2 years

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✦ TATI GABRIELLE,NON BINARY , THEY/SHE ✦ TEMPEST KANG the TWENTY SIX year old has been in Hidehill for ALL THEIR LIFE and was a FAMILY FRIEND to Jade Parker, the missing first murder victim. Whispers on the streets are that the ARTIST who lives in HAGFIELD. They are said to be OPINIONATED and LOUD but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves.

Name: Tempest Kang

Age: Twenty Six

Gender and Pronouns: Non-Binary & They/She.

Birthdate and Sign: 12 July 1996, Cancer

Occupation: Artist, previously bartender & personal assistant

Education: Graduated from community college locally before moving on to Savannah college of Art and Design

Sexuality: Pansexual

Pets: A frenchie named Miles (Davis), an awkward greyhound mix named Nina (Simone), and two Scottish Folds (Frieda and Elton).

Traits: Loud, Opinionated, Loyal, Ready to throw hands, Determined, Creative, Compassionate, Sarcastic (and willing to roast you & your mama), Educated, Expressive, Explosive, Funny, Honest (but brutally so).

Triggers: Identity Struggles, Overdose/Drug use, Parental Death, Plane Crash

At first, growing up was going well for them. They enjoyed having a built in best friend in their sister, and never missed a chance to make people believe they really were inseparable. Their bond with Sasha never changed, but the view of the family was altered easily as they both grew into young adults.

The requirements some of their fathers culture considered normal started to make them uncomfortable early. Sasha had no issues with learning them or dressing up, but Tempest came to hate them damage it would do on their hair and their self image to be forced into dresses, make up, and a bunch of shit now, looking back, they’d tell you they were too young for.

They became the rebel of the two, early. Part of that was because they were, but the other part? It was because they had a tendency to take the fall for their sister, adopting a sort of big sister mentality even if they were twins. They’d always been able to protect Sasha that way, and it was something they’d been proud of. But, that pride definitely took a hard hit and never bounced back when their parents died.

The two of them were separated initially, and Tempest blamed themself for all of it, even the death of their parents. They thought that if they had been easier to deal with, if they hadn’t made everything an uphill battle, hadn’t rebelled so hard, somehow it would have made a difference. Then, when they were separated from Sasha for a year before Rowan took them both in and brought Tempest back to town, they didn’t know what to do.

The year was hell in trying to grieve for not only the loss of their parents but the loss of Sasha. They called, texted, messaged, but it wasn’t the same. Eventually, feeling isolated and hurt, they turned turned to drugs and allowed anything that would silence their pain, and the screaming in their head, until one night they’d taken too many. It wasn’t on purpose, but the effects were the same and three days in the hospital, changed a lot of things.

They saw a therapist after that, they introduced them to art therapy which started to help them heal, but also learn more about something they were already talented with. So, they eventually followed that dream, and was able to put the smallest silver lining on the tragedy that tried to define both them and their sisters life.

Connection ideas

Fellow Artists

Someone/s who cannot stand this bitch (I love a good enemies to lovers, bonus points)

Those who grew up with them

Someone/s who kept in touch when they were isolated after their parents died and moved away for a year

Highschool sweethearts or something along those lines, who knows what’s really happening now

Hook ups with varying levels of complication or lack of and know how to act right and enjoy a simple friends with benefits

The exception to the rule trope

Regulars turned friends from when they were a bartender before

Someone/s that like to get moderately fucked up and have deep conversations, or literally let them paint on their back/stomach/skin, climb on the roof and look at stars, you know - casual intimacy shit

#❪ ⠀ ⇢ ⠀ ┆ ❝ INTROSPECT ❞ ╱ ⠀TEMPEST. ⠀ ❫#hidehillintro

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loveseriesnmovies · 2 years

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Bulgalsal

This is a k-drama series about; a man turned immortal and seeks revenge on the women who cursed him as Bulgasal and killed his family 600 years ago.

Starring:

Lee Jin-Wook as Dan Hwal (Bulgasal)

Kwon Nara as Min Sang Un

Gong Seung-yeon as Siho

Kim Woo Seok as Nam Do-yoon

Lee Joon as Ok Eul Tae

Jeon Jin-yeong as Detective Kwon

Park Myung-shin as Hye-suk

Story:

Dan Hwal was cursed by Bulgasal since birth.Bulgasal is a monster in the Goryeo period that's immortal and can't be killed or die because it has no soul. When Dan Hwal was an adult, he hunted for monsters to extinction. The last monster standing was Bulgasal. Hwal wanted to break his curse so he decided to hunt it. Unfortunately Hwal took his family to the mountains where they died at the hands of Bulgasal. Bulgasal stabbed Hwal and stole his soul and in this way Hwal became a monster and the former Bulgasal was able to die and re-incarnate. Hwal vowed to find her in her next life and kill her to take revenge. 600 years later he finally found her and is ready to end the curse and take his revenge.

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I give the story a 10/10. I found it fascinating how their life kept intertwining in every re-incarnation, even tho it was an ill-fate. I binged watch it in a few days! So good! It's a slow paced story.

It's very gory!

I give the characters a 8/10 just because I can't deal with characters that do exactly what others said not to do and put everyone in trouble. Poor Hwal! Always coming to the rescue.

The soundtrack I give it a 10/10. The song Leave by 4MEN, it's so good! Beyond time by Janet Suhh it's also very good. From the instrumental one: I really loved I will never die, it just give that suspense, mystery and somehow empowering. The soundtrack makes you feel the yearning and sadness from the characters.

I recommend this drama to you if: you like thriller and fantasy. It's 16 episode and they run for a hour and fifteen minutes( I still feel like it's not enough... 😭) It has enemies to lover trope. The actors have good chemistry which makes it soooo good! A lot of tension in between the two main characters but no kissing scene 😭😭😭. Sometimes the story gets slow but when it unravels its soooo good!

Fun facts

Bulgasal literally means impossible to kill, or “bu ke sha” in Mandarin. It comes from the legend of Bulgasari, which illustrates the story of a frightening monster during the late Goryeo period (918-1392) that keeps growing as it eats all the metal. This series does not incorporate the folklore.

This series covers various genre. From historical, to modern, to drama, to action, to fantasy and to thriller.

The production cost of the series is around 40 billion won. 😲

When the female Bulgasal takes the soul of Hwal the word gonok was formed on her hand. In this series since it has reincarnation, Bulgasal can break souls ( you see it happen in the series) but, when the soul breaks 8 times the person or monster is gone for good.

#bulgasal #lee jin wook #series #netflix #kwon nara

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stayxlix · 10 months

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hi hi alex🩵🩵 I am back once again! I'm still recovering from the fact that you actually ARE weaving some of the trope into otde.. LIKE HOLY SHIT AHAHWJWKWKEJSJ AND ANGRY PASSI0N YES I love that you think the same as i do bc everything u said is so true i can't😭

and you are so right, enemies to lovers on top! I also like a good portion of angst and tension ( angry love confessions are literally why i live and i would gladly die for them) but it has to have a happy ending tho.. like make me cry seventy times and go from wanting to jump off a bridge to cursing the characters BuT!!! gIVE ME A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!!!

also, I've gotten settled in my new apartment almost completely, and i also moved to another town so i've also been taking care of that but so far it's amazing here!

And of course I love the way you write the tension between lix and mc! no seriously it's so fun to read and really engulf myself in the story (fantasising about otde may have or may have not became my fav way to relax/ get rid of some excessive stress) and it makes me even happier that the author of such a masterpiece finds time in her day to reply to my long ass rants and actually read through them!💗 Literally whenever I read your replies I always blush and squeal andbjqkqkqjwje (also thank u for the forehead kiss!🩵🩵🫶 sending one back ur way deatest)

ANDDDD I HAVE A SURPRISE!!! THE MOODBOARD IS HERE !!!!!

https://pin.it/261Fohe (if the link doesn't work lmk💗) IT HAS 52 PINS SO NOT TOO LONG AND I TRIED MIXING SOME DIFFERENT SHADES OF GREEN SO HOPEFULLY YOU'LL LIKE IT 🩵

Aand I'm so glad that you agree with me on Lix being dark red!! also i've been thinking and i feel like mc is the kind of green that kinda leans into blue? I'll try to find the shade and then share it with u!🫶 (bc of course I'm gonna share it with u I love talking to u like this sm omfg) i've already started on the red moodboard bc I got this surge of motivation yesterday at like four in the morning☠️

I'm honestly so so so so so excited not only for the next otde chap, but also for your response and to hear what you think about the moodboard! I tried to really show how I feel like when reading the story, though it's not exactly the way I see it since I couldn't find some specific pics on pinterest but I tried my best anyway! 💗 (also the Vans thing has been creeping up my mind lately and I have absolutely no idea why help - maybe it's bc I myself wear Vans and feel like the mc would wear them too😭)

You are making me blush so hard rn with the last paragraph omfg I love u sm😭😭 I am in all honesty so glad I've descovered you and your blog bc it's been seriously brightening my days by a LOT lately, so of course i'm gonna spend my time on it! I love making things related to otde and you!! Even more so if it makes you happy!🩵 you definitely deserve all the love in this world and i really hope you're having the best time of your life! Honestly, the longer your responses are, the better bc I love LOVE LOVE reading them and finding out your thoughts! I appreciate you so so much and, seriously, thank you for taking the time of your precious day and responding to me, love🩵💗

As always, stay safe and take care! 🩵 wish you the best week possible 🩵 (and did I ever mention that the way you write Felix makes him somehow just as attractive as irl and I have a fat crush on him...??)

hiiii my🩵 its so good to hear from youuu :) i know it can be scary moving to another town (i think i moved like four times by myself, including to two completely new cities before finding the place i am now) so im really glad you’re settling in and liking your new apartment🩵🩵🩵

i promise i plan to do my very best to weave our new favorite trope into the coming chapters🤭🩵 “angry love confessions are literally why i live” LMAO me with any form of media ever that includes romance😂😂 “cry seventy times” this made me laugh even harder, but im totally with you, i MUST have a happy ending to feel completely satisfied after reading/watching something. imo its what makes all of the angst and tension worth it in the end :)

“fantasising about otde may have or may have not became my fav way to relax/ get rid of some excessive stress”

noOoOoo babe this makes me SO happy to hear😭😭 you saying that my little story is a source of relaxation and stress relief for you is like the ultimate compliment, and i’m sure anyone who’s ever written anything for an audience before would agree🥹 it makes me even more happy to hear this because its YOU saying it and you have no idea how much i value your opinion😭 i swear after i read one of your asks it makes me feel so genuinely happy and full of energy that im pretty sure i could go out and run a marathon😂😂 it’s the best feeling ever, and you should know that i always find myself getting all flustered when i read your messages too, its like a big warm hug and i love it so very much💕💕

THE. MOODBOARD.

NO BECAUSE THIS DESERVES AN ENTIRE RANT OF ITS OWN I LOVE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH I CAN SEE HOW MUCH THOUGHT YOU PUT INTO IT BECAUSE EVERY PICTURE FITS THE STORY SO WELL😭😭😭 YOU WENT ABOVE AND BEYOND MY EXPECTATIONS😭 i wish you could have seen my reaction when i first opened the link, it is the PERFECT visual journey to accompany the story and i could actually CRY i can’t-😭😭😭 the shades of green you picked are gorgeous and the whole feel is a little bit ominous?? (maybe haunting??) idk the right word for it but it is the EXACT vibe i associate with the story while i'm writing, so you absolutely nailed it yet again. i wish we could go through and discuss every single picture and your thought process behind each (i’m serious, my dms are always open😂) and its hilarious that you started on the red moodboard at 4am but hey, inspiration strikes when it wants to, right?😂😂 dare i say i am even more excited to see how this one turns out?? (oh and i was thinking that our mc might wear red vans?? bc idk they remind her of felix???🤭)

i'm so thrilled to hear that you’re excited for the next chapter, ill let you in on a little secret..its coming along nicely, but the problem is that i’ve got waaayyyy too many words so far (help) and its not quite finished yet so i definitely need to condense lol but i’m realllllllyyyyy really hoping to have it out some time later next week (if all goes to plan🥹) and im just as excited to share it with you, so stay tuned🤭

thank you for being so wonderful 🩵🩵 your support and enthusiasm for this story and our conversations mean the world to me🥹 and i know i’ve said it before but you and the amazing content you have created and chosen to share with me is SUCH a source of motivation (i now find myself thinking about you when im writing and wondering if you'll like where the story is going or certain parts etc. etc.) because that is how much you and your interactions mean to me. you make all of the time spent on writing worth it and i am so very thankful to have you not only as a reader but also a friend<333

....OH and to hear that you have a crush on otde felix makes me SO giddy🤭🤭🤭 to be honest...for similar reasons..sometimes I need to take a break when im writing and remind myself that none of this is real (including our favorite angsty rebel boy🥹)

okay okay i think this officially takes the record for the longest rant ever written on this website, so i'll end things here lol. stay safe and take care of yourself out there🩵🩵let's finish out the week strong, okay?? sending the biggest hug your way🤗 ilysm💕💕

#otde.feedback #alex answers asks♡#🩵

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apollo41writes · 2 years

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Goodnight prompt 63/∞

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human Ship: RK900/Gavin Reed AUs/Tropes: Figure skating AU, Enemies to friends to lovers Prompt: This one is absolutely inspired by this beautiful fanart I found on Twitter a couple of days ago. I simply fell in love with it and I started to build somewhat on it.

Extra details: Okay, so in the fanart all of them are figure skater, but my brain started to go on somewhat of a different direction.

So, Gavin is a figure skater in the second half of his career, he basically knows the next one might be his last chance to win another medal at the Olympics. Hank, his manager/trainer, and Tina, his choreographer, think otherwise and are trying to push Gavin on being positive about his chances for at least three more Olympics.

In the meantime, Connor (19) and Richard (20) are two brothers that have become the talk of everybody in the industry. Like, usually figure skaters start at a very young age to compete and stuff.

But those two just popped out of nowhere a couple of years prior, they won most of the competitions they participated in, and now they might just steal Gavin's spot in the USA male figure skating team.

Kamski, their agent, kind of pushes Connor more, because he has a body that just works better on ice. Cloe, their choreographer, kind of has a soft spot for Richard because of the kind of powerful, almost scary, kind of things Richard can do with his icy expressions and laser focus. Amanda, their adoptive mother AND trainer, just really pushes both of them to be the best.

They do end up facing each other in competitions a couple of times. And Gavin hates the both of them. Connor because he's too chatty and friendly (and Gavin thinks he's trying to charm Hank to steal him away from Gavin). And Richard because he's a dick that pushed Gavin out of the way and didn't even apologize for almost making him fall on his butt.

But he does realize that they are both talented. And he's kind of envious of how sure Richard is on the ice despite not having a body usually seen as perfect on the ice. Because it's something Gavin himself has struggled for all of his career and to see someone with his same issue use what is usually a weakness as the thing that make them special and stand out...

Somehow all three of them manage to get a spot for the Olympics. But during a training session, Connor gets injured and won't be able to compete. There's a very bad argument between Richard, Kamski and Amanda (the last one was even picked as the USA's team trainer, to both Hank's and Gavin's disappointment), and the both of them decide to quit and the entire male USA figure skating time is left with no trainer.

Obviously Hank steps in, and Chloe and Tina decide to work together on the choreography for both Richard and Gavin. Despite being unable to compete, even Connor stays to help, especially he helps Gavin a lot when he's struggling.

At first Gavin tries to push him away and dismisses him, but one day it's Richard that stays late with him and they have this conversation about how it was always him that wanted to compete. Connor was pushed into it because Amanda and Kamski thought he was the best between them. But Connor dreams of one day being a trainer instead.

From there on Gavin starts somewhat of a friendship with Connor. Which also means that he hangs out with Richard as well. From there he kind of gets to know him better... And maybe he kind of falls in love... Or maybe he was in love with Richard from the first time he saw him doing his routine on the ice... Whatever, it's not like Richard is interested, right?

(There might also be some kind of plot around the Olympics when they find out that Amanda maybe became the trainer for another team or something. Don't know. Also, something about Amanda being sometimes abusive towards Connor and Richard, which is also the reason why Connor got injured, since she pushed them to go on and on and on even where their bodies couldn't keep up anymore.)

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bloodofasteria · 2 years

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👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 synastry overlays as couples pt. 2💕

7h synastry

❤️‍🔥 soulmate vibes; feeling like you found the ultimate person for you

❤️‍🔥 could even be enemies to lovers trope tbh (or vice versa but you get it) or could have just disliked each other at first

❤️‍🔥 putting one partner on a pedestal; they think very highly of each other and WILL defend one another

❤️‍🔥 could initiate the relationship via going into business with each other, could even own a business together (it’s giving bob and linda from bob’s burgers)

❤️‍🔥 sharing everything lol even the same fork or blanket on the couch

❤️‍🔥 rose colored lenses on for each other; can even be in denial of the other’s flaws just to keep them perfect in your head

❤️‍🔥 marriage is a goal to accomplish to them, they want to commit so badly to one another

🥀 always forever by the cults

rue bennett & jules vaughn (euphoria)

8h synastry

❤️‍🔥 intense relationship; they are very drawn to each other, like 12h it feels fated

❤️‍🔥 the kind of couple to date for 3 months then move into a place together bc they can’t get enough of each other and want to be around the other 24/7

❤️‍🔥 s*x is phenomenal; it’s as if your souls are merging. s*x could be a very important aspect in the relationship

❤️‍🔥 probably have joint bank accounts lol

❤️‍🔥 one partner could financially support the other or one could be a “stay at home mom/dad/care taker”

❤️‍🔥 very touchy with one another lol the type to not give a fuck about engaging in pda; love language is most def physical touch

❤️‍🔥 couple having a mysterious vibe to them, it’s like no one knows how they got together and/or they just don’t talk about their issues with each other to other people

🥀 lost in the fire by gesaffelstein (ft. the weeknd)

chuck bass & blair waldorf (gossip girl)

9h synastry

❤️‍🔥 traveling the world together

❤️‍🔥 their love language is learning different things together

❤️‍🔥 could have met through school/university and/or a place of religion. could also have different backgrounds/faiths, albeit they love the differences of the other

❤️‍🔥 could also be a long distance relationship!

❤️‍🔥 impulsive decisions together; getting on an airplane or going to the grand canyon bc you just wanted to (april and andy from parks and rec is another good couple example)

❤️‍🔥 being each other’s teacher and student; they always have something to learn/teach the other

❤️‍🔥 hard to keep your relationship a secret; it’s as if the public has all eyes on you two

🥀 fairytale by milky chance

alyssa & james (the end of the f***ing world)

10h synastry

❤️‍🔥 met through work possibly, could have even met through parents’ (specifically dad) work place

❤️‍🔥 marriage is a topic that’s on the table after stability has been reached

❤️‍🔥 an aesthetically pleasing couple to look at; they just somehow fit together like pieces to a puzzle

❤️‍🔥 people probably knowing them as a couple instead of separate individuals (ie. justin bieber and selena gomez when they were a thing)

❤️‍🔥 building a future together that’s going to please them financially

❤️‍🔥 doing taxes together and calling it a date; spending their money on things that could benefit them both

❤️‍🔥 people can’t really see them splitting up, they seem like they will last forever

🥀 positions by ariana grande

leia organa & han solo (star wars)

11h synastry

❤️‍🔥 friends to lovers trope; were friends first then gradually became a couple

❤️‍🔥 doing everything together bc y’all probably have the same hobbies/interests lol

❤️‍🔥 if you aren’t a couple yet people probably mistake y’all for one; y’all probably tease/flirt the shit out of each other

❤️‍🔥 not knowing if you’re platonically into them or romantically for a minute bc you’re so close

❤️‍🔥 literally everyone (including your families) wanting you two to get together because you,,, just look good together

❤️‍🔥 inside jokes & constant laughter when you’re with one another

❤️‍🔥 probs have the same friend group (or met through mutual friends); probs ditches/cancels on them for each other bc they have a partner and bestfriend in one another

🥀 you get me so high by the neighbourhood

theodore “laurie” laurence and jo march (little women)

12h synastry

❤️‍🔥 know each other for better or worse

❤️‍🔥 somehow always knows what the other is thinking/feeling

❤️‍🔥 deja vu, a sense of familiarity like you’ve met each other before

❤️‍🔥 feelings might be obvious to you/them but others just can’t see it and/or don’t want to.

❤️‍🔥 this could be a secret relationship (at least for a while anyways) and/or kept on the DL so others can’t interfere

❤️‍🔥 big on spending time alone together; they can do their own thing in the same room (ie. read different books while cuddling)

❤️‍🔥 could feel like a fated relationship or like you’re “meant to be.”

🥀 attention by wyatt

anne shirley & gilbert blythe (anne of green gables / anne with an e)

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staliaqueen · 3 years

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Just curious, what is it about Percy/Annabeth that you don’t like (other than the stans)?

I'll happily explain! Just a quick disclaimer that it was a while ago I last read the books.

The entire thing was kinda surprising, cause on paper, percabeth should've been the perfect ship for me. They've got this enemies/rivals to lovers, bickering married couple vibes, unique nicknames etc. I love these tropes, hell, I’ve written them myself, but in percabeth's case I just don't think they're done very well.

To fully explain, I first wanna bring up an example of these things being done right, and why. The first one that comes to mind is Dan and Blair from Gossip Girl. They are also an enemies to friends to lovers ship, with this bickering married couple energy, and they're one of my favourite ships of all time. Their bickering is pretty similar to percabeth's (in the sense that it's mostly Blair saying mean things to Dan), but the key difference is that her insults (at least during their friends and lovers stages) are never coming from a malicious place and Dan's feelings are never hurt by her comments. He recognizes that this is just how Blair expresses her affection for him, and it's even something he enjoys about her. Every time she cleverly insults him he laughs/smiles and looks at her like she's the best thing in the world.

[Id: Two gifs of Dan and Blair. First gif has Blair saying, “There is no up-and-comers section. And even if there were, I mean, let’s face it Humphrey – you still wouldn’t make the cut.” And Dan smiling/laughing like she’s the best thing since sliced bread. Second gif has Blair saying “I care about you too, even if I have odd ways of showing it. Like bossing you around or making fun of your hair. Seriously, you should cut it.” And Dan, once again, smiling/laughing with the most lovey-dovey look on his face. / end id]

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But in Annabeth’s case, insulting Percy isn’t how she shows her affection. She lashes out at him due to her repressed trauma, and Percy does not like that she does this. Annabeth resents people assuming that she’s dumb because she’s blonde, but she continually calls Percy stupid. She’s generally terrible at communicating how she feels and what she needs and then gets mad at him when he doesn’t respond exactly how she wants. I think the worst example of this is in the beginning of The Titan’s Curse when she punches him in the stomach for not asking her to dance with him.

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse: “Dance, you guys!” Thalia ordered. “You look stupid just standing there.” I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym. “Well?” Annabeth said. “Um, who should I ask?” She punched me in the gut. “Me, Seaweed Brain.” “Oh. Oh, right.” / end id]

Unlike the judo-flip, I’ve never even seen this moment discussed before, and it’s so annoying, cause I just know that if the genders were switched people would be horrified by it.

The same issue comes up with the nicknames. Wise Girl is clearly complimentary while Seaweed Brain is derogatory. Now, what I expected when I read PJO was that Seaweed Brain would eventually turn affectionate, sort of like an inside joke, which again, is a trope I LOVE. And that kinda happens, but only after they start dating. I initially thought it had done so at the end of Lightning Thief when they became real friends, but then this happened in TTC:

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse: But Thalia held out her spear. “You want some, Seaweed Brain?” Somehow, it was okay when Annabeth called me that—at least, I’d gotten used to it—but hearing it from Thalia was not cool. / end id]

This really shocked me when I read it. Cause this clearly shows that Percy still doesn’t like when Annabeth calls him that, he just doesn’t respond with anger anymore because he’s “gotten used to it”, which is... not good.

Annabeth also never steps in with reassurance that she actually knows that Percy is smart. For all we know she actually believes that he's an idiot (which he definitely isn't!). That's definitely how she makes Percy feel.

There’s also the case of Annabeth’s extreme jealousy. Like, the way she treats Rachel... I’m pretty sure most percabeth shippers even agree that she’s being completely unfair. (Edit: No, they don't, it seems. God I hate this fandom). @fake-plastic-trees made a meme that explains how hypocritical her behaviour concerning Rachel is way better than I ever could, so here’s that:

[Id: Picture of a meme. First a picture of an anthropomorphic flower screaming in anger, paired with the caption, “How Annabeth reacts when Percy is with Rachel”. Second picture is of the same flower with a sweet/happy look on it’s face, paired with the caption “How Annabeth expects Percy to react when she simps over Luke”. / end id]

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This is the situation where I have the most sympathy with Annabeth, though. At least in the Calypso situation. Like having your best friend that you have feelings for go missing for so long that there’s pretty much no way he’s not dead, only for him to show up on his funeral and you find out that he was sent to an island where another girl took care of and fell in love with him and he most likely had feelings for her too, yeah that must suck. Especially with her abandonment issues. Still, doesn’t make her actions okay.

And the way I see some percabeth stans talking about this is honestly disgusting. Slut shaming Percy like crazy, calling him a hoe (he was literally 14 while this happened) and being mad at him for "stepping out of line". Annabeth clearly believes she has some sort of claim on Percy and her stans have been convinced of that, too.

All of this is what, partially, makes perachel so appealing. They’re a breath of fresh air, because Rachel is the exact opposite. She’s straight forward with Percy. When he doesn’t make a move on her, instead of punching him or calling him a coward, she just makes a move. Which is, you know, the reasonable and healthy thing to do. Percy himself even expresses that he appreciates this about her.

[Id: Excerpt from The Last Olympian: She nodded. “And so ... hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?” “Oh ...” I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows—slow, dumb, and bright red. “Um ...” I can’t pretend I hadn’t thought about Rachel. She was so much easier to be around than ... well, than some other girls I knew. I didn’t have to work hard, or watch what I said, or rack my brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. Rachel didn’t hide much. She let you know how she felt. / end id]

It's pretty clear that "some other girls I knew" is just Annabeth.

Finally, I just wanna say that I would be fine with all of this if Annabeth actually had a character arc where she realizes how she was acting was not okay, apologizes, and makes an effort to change and work through her trauma so she wouldn’t lash out on people anymore. Characters are allowed to have flaws, it’s encouraged actually! But those flaws, at least the ones that have a large negative affect on others, need to actually be acknowledged. And if you want the character to be framed like a hero, they need to take steps to change. But that is not what happens with Annabeth, so I’m not okay with it.

really hope you had the energy to read through all of that

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