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imagine being emotional 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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Genshin Impact Imagine

Kaveh x reader x Alhaitham

angst

The world had never been kind to you. It was a reality you'd come to accept a long time ago. Still, you persevered. Wanting to give up but still managing to push another day. But some nights, you just couldn't withhold the melancholy you felt. This seeping poison, from wounds you could never heal, never feel or understand, festered and infected every aspect of your life, until the very foundations of you, were weakened. Lined with cracks and crevices, barely held together. The only person who understood you was Kaveh. Your senior in the Akademiya, your dearest friend, dare you say, one of the only two reasons you even cared about moving on.

The doctor said it developed late, and escalated too quickly. Eleazar, truly a despicable thing. It robbed you of not only vitality, but every remaining joy in life.

Thankfully you'd waited until after submitting your final thesis paper before paying a visit to the Bimarsitan. And if it hadn't been for an episode of a severe seizure, you would've never told anyone. Alas, things never truly go the way you ever plan them to. Despite having overthought every single situation and scenario. Currently you laid on one of the many hospital beds inside the Bimarsitan, bleak white walls stare back at your hollow eyes. It really can't get any worse. You practically feel the ground trembling with their stampeding footsteps rushing straight for where you lay, on what would inevitably become your deathbed. There's a momentary calm, before the door is opened and your only two friends step inside.

You really didn't want to look at them right now. The coldness you felt in your heart was making you bitter, but your soul was one too gentle to freeze over the way the rest of you did. Tired, hollow eyes, blink before fluttering to meet glassy carmines and bronze rimmed emeralds. Kavehs hands are instantly wrapped around your frail, smaller ones. He was panting still, from his sprint. You don't doubt that he ran across the whole of sumeru city just to check up on you. Alhaitham just behind him is no better, much worse infact. He's trembling, his gloved hands shake so violently, that even his clenched fists fail to hide his fear.

I'm sorry, you croak, and the blonde immediately shushes you, brushing your bangs away from you face, cupping your cheeks. Tears rimming his eyes give no warning before they drip and tumble down his cheeks, warm and yet so very coldly on yours.

The evening is quiet, save for Kaveh's silent yet heartbreaking and cries, and Haitham's hushed sniffles. They were your only family. The only people you knew in this world. This vast, ever changing, cruel and unkind world.

They tried to lighten the mood, made some improper jokes, bantered as they usually would, ranted about their days, spilled some sizzling tea about their peers and colleagues. Anything and everything to try and take your mind off of the pain you were undoubtedly in. Yet all their efforts were in vain, not a single smile reached your hollowing eyes. They could practically feel your life slipping away from between their fingers.

You'd been sick for a very long time. Since your childhood infact. And it was Alhaitham's grandmother who took in a homeless infant in the neighborhood. You and Haitham grew up together, his interests bled into yours and soon enough you followed his footsteps to the akademiya. But never once did he ever intend to leave you behind. Always looked back at you, holding out his hand to help you, bringing you back down to reality when the demons in your mind grew a little too big.

It was Haitham that introduced you to Kaveh, and the two of you instantly clicked. Finding a familiar sense of home in one another. The three of you, the best and brightest the akademiya had seen in recent years, were inseparable. Alas, here came the seperating.

Eleazar would divide you, tearing away your life and half of their souls.

Kaveh reminds you every other second that this isn't your fault, that you are powerless to the universe's doing. Nature wishes you to return, become the last star to complete your constellation. The good ones go the fastest, they say. At that you wished you'd committed some atrocities. Something, anything to rid you of this perpetual cloud of misfortune.

Each day you spent at the Bimarsitan, every night they bod you goodbye, they risked it being the last. It got to the point that Kaveh refused to leave your hospital room. Bringing his work and his papers to you, keeping you company as he worked. That only fuelled the other to do the same, only to be kicked out by the nurses when visiting hours ended.

Finally, came the day that even opening your eyes was proving to be a challenge. Kaveh and Haitham sat on either side of your bed, both holding one of your hands, softly cooing your name, begging you to come back to them, open your eyes one last time.

"Please don't leave just yet," he sniffled, kissing your knuckles, pressing his cheek to your palms, "I'm not ready to let you go,"

Tears cascade down your pale cheeks, stopping only at your chapped lips. Your broken, laboured breathes finally begin to diminish,

Finally, an end to your pain. An end to your suffering. All this time in the world and what for? Dying miserably at the hands of a disease in your youth, almost immediately after graduating? You didn't even get to fall in love. Never confessed your feelings, never had your first kiss, never got married, never got to know the joys of having your own family, of becoming a parent.

"Please don't give up," an unfamiliar, gentle voice begs. Your tired eyes blearily open, and you see a wraith of a child at the foot of your bed. White hair streaked with deep forest green, clover-like eyes sparkling and bright. "Y/n, please don't give up!" Tears line her eyes.

"Lo..." You mumble, startling your mourning friends, "Lord- Kusa... nali..?"

Kaveh and Haitham both panick at that, fearing the worst, believing that your truly going for good now. They stand up, Haitham running for the doctor and Kaveh frantically pleading for you to stay.

"I can lend you my power, you will heal Y/n," she says. The ringing in your ears drowns out every other, the only thing you feel is scalding numbness. "But you must have the will to survive,"

'I have no will to survive,' was at the tip of your tongue, but then- what about Kaveh and Haitham? Who would cook their meals to make sure they ate, wake them up on time so they aren't late for important meetings, break up their petty, childish squabbles and negotiate peace? Who would Kaveh spill his work tea to? Who would Haitham rant about student papers to? Who would help them heal their past when all you're doing is leaving fresh wounds?

"I-" you choke, coughing uncontrollably, "I want..." You wheeze, screwing your eyes shut, using the last of your strength, "to live."

looking for a certain al-haitham angst series (found!)

i'll leave this up in case anyone wants to read it, please do check it out though! (thank you to the lovely @ghostlysyntaxed for finding this series)

⎻ could someone help me find a certain al-haitham angst series described below? it would be greatly appreciated, thanking you forever! <3 (will delete post after)

i sort of forget what happens in the first part of the series but here's a little background: y/n or reader is roommates with nilou, best friends with scaramouche, and has a crush on al-haitham.

i believe around the middle of the series, a few genshin characters including nilou and y/n all sat in a circle to play truth or dare. nilou was picked on to do a dare, and she called al-haitham to ask him out to which he accepts. y/n felt uneasy and excused herself, but the only person who notices this was scaramouche. he comforts her and that's basically where it ended off.

i don't really know what happens to y/n and al-haitham's relationship afterwards so i was hoping to reread the series again. i was not able to find it so i thought it would be best to ask if anyone had seen it before and would be kind to link it. again, thank you so much to whoever finds the series.

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

ft.Diluc With gn!reader Cw: Angst & unrequited love

"𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒, 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈"

It was a cold night in Mondstadt, not cold enough for snow but cold enough to keep most people off the cobblestone streets, and into bars or their homes. You were in your kitchen putting the apple pie you so lovingly made for Diluc into a white box with a bright red bow on the lid.

You hoped tonight would be the night that he would notice all your advances and hints about your feelings towards him, it was tedious to keep waiting for him to notice. Too many times you have gone to bed feeling annoyed at his obliviousness to your signals.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and grabbed the now neatly wrapped box and the Gray valley sunset drink that you made for him and exited your house being careful not to drop the pie or drink.

You began to think about Diluc again, he’s been your best friend since you two were teens and over the years you’ve grown a crush on him. He was always so nice and caring towards you, which comes as a surprise to most considering most know him for being cold and emotionless. But he’s never been like that towards you. Once again you were snapped out of your thoughts as you can hear Donna talking about Diluc

Although you don’t have anything against Donna liking Diluc, you find it annoying to constantly hear her talk about him. But you try not to dwell on those thoughts as you try to hurry before Diluc closes the bar.

You carefully make it up the steps before speed-walking to the entrance of Angle’s share. You make your way inside and notice no one inside, which means Diluc was about to close. Diluc was about to tell whoever just entered to leave before he turned around and saw you.

“Hello, y/n, what brings you here?”

“Hi, Diluc! I’m here to drop off a pie I made for you, and I brought you a drink too”

You handed the pie and drink to Diluc with a warm smile while he had a small look of surprise on his face

“Thank you y/n, how thoughtful of you.”

He said as he took the pie and drink setting it on the counter and then going back to getting ready to close the bar.

You frowned, his reaction wasn’t what you expected. You sigh,

“I guess I’ll have to tell him myself..”

“Hey, Diluc…Can we talk for a second?”

He stopped what he was doing before looking up at you.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“Diluc…”

“I really like you. And I just want to know if you feel the same”

“…”

You did it. You told him. It wasn’t as romantic as you wanted it to sound but at this point, you were done waiting for him. But now you were nervous, you could hear your own heartbeat and you could feel your face heating up from the pressure.

“I’m…Sorry y/n but I don’t feel the same... you are my friend and I don't see you in any other way."

"Oh.."

“T-that’s alright! I just needed to get that off my chest.” You said glancing to the ground, too upset to see his face.

“I’ll be leaving now..have a good night” You said quickly as you turned around to leave.

“Wait y/n”

You stop and look over your shoulder

“…I’m sorry”

You turned back to face the door before you let yourself out.

Once outside you feel the cold air hit your face, cooling your cheeks and the tears you didn’t know you were shedding.

You sigh as you walk back home with blurry eyes filled with tears.

"𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒"