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Requested by anon

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Drummer!Crush x Reader: Cliche kinda things

Requested: Yes, by anon

Pairing: Male!Crush x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and trash writing

Other: Thank you very much for requesting! Also, I will get to a few requests this week because school holidays have started (thank you, Southern Hemisphere).

Word count: 1,166                                                                                            

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

(C/N): Crush’s Name

(C/H/C): Crush’s Hair Colour

(C/E/C): Crush’s Eye Colour

(Y/B/F): Your Best Friend

(C/B/F): Crush’s Best Friend

 ***

Bands were a pain. You should have known that before you auditioned for the school band. They were looking for a singer – backup, mind you – and you were ready to go all out. Or so you thought. In all reality, there were more people in the band than you expected. There was Esher who was the lead singer, Katrina, another backup singer, Lily, the pianist, (C/B/F) who was on bass, Danny on Electric guitar and, of course, (C/N). He was the main drummer and school’s bad boy. 2 years older than you, he knew how to get anyone to like him. Well, anyone other than the teachers.

 In reality, though, he was a pain. He had no self-control, no common sense (which isn’t very common anymore, I admit), and absolutely no sense of empathy.  If it were your choice, you would have kicked him out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, you had no say in the matter. Besides, being in the band was the only way for (C/N) to not get expelled, and if he was kicked out, all his friends would be out to get whoever kicked him out. You did not want to die young.

 2 weeks after the audition, you found yourself sitting in the band room, awkwardly listening to conversations. (C/B/F) was tuning his bass. Well, trying to, anyway. (C/N) was playing his drums like a madman, basically bashing his sticks against the smooth skin of the drums. You flinched each time the drumsticks hit the cymbals, moving further away from him. As of now, you were pressed against the wall, your anxiety shooting through the roof. Then it was quiet. Did you go deaf?

 “Hey, who’s the newbie?” You froze at his voice. His eyes met yours, glaring into your soul. “I was talking to you.”

 You blinked, breaking the eye contact as you shuffled in your seat. “I’m (Y/N)…”

 “(C/N), are you bullying (Y/N)?” A voice cut in. Katrina stared the drummer down. “You know it was your fault we lost Dahlia.”

 “Tch, maybe she just wasn’t good enough,” (C/N) muttered. “Besides, all she did was flirt.” He winked at you. “I won’t scare her, though. She doesn’t look threatening at all.”

 You felt heat rush up to your cheeks and you hastily looked away. “Thanks, I guess…”

 ***

3 week later, you and (C/N) were somehow joined to the hip. Well, you against your will. He would stick with you during lunchtimes and pester you to accompany him to the music room so he could practice his drums. You would begrudgingly bid adieu to (Y/B/F) and sit in the band room, listening to his deafening drums.

 Still, there were some good things that came out of the whole ordeal. You were the only person other than (C/B/F) he could stand in the school, and you could tell him to do things without him blowing a fuse. In all honesty, though, a lot of the band members were quite annoying and were pretty rude to him as well as other people. Most of them were arrogant in their words and actions, which were the main reason (C/N) didn’t enjoy their company.

 “You’re the only one who I can stand here,” he said one day, swinging on his chair.

 You raised an eyebrow at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “Oh?”

 He nodded, rolling his eyes as he picked up his sticks. “Wanna go to the next room? I can teach you to play.”

 “Only if you tell me why you like me so much.”

 He laughed quietly, as to not annoy Katrina and Lily who were busy practising their harmonies and chords. “Deal. I think you’re nice.”

 You snickered, “is that it?”

 “Well…” he stopped for a moment, looking you up and down. “You have good fashion sense. You also are not as irritating as the others.”

 You laughed, “How does my fashion sense have anything to do with it?”

 “The others wear stupid branded clothes as if it’s cheap shit. News flash, bitches, not everyone in this world has a rich ass.”

 Rolling your eyes, you tugged him up, revealing his branded shoes. “Care to explain, mister ‘Leader of the Free World’?”

 “They’re shoes. They don’t count.” He placed a hand on your head. “You wouldn’t understand because you’re so naïve.”

 Laughing, you pulled him towards you with his drumsticks, “Alright, Leader of the Free World. Teach me the ways of the drums.”

 That was on his good days, last week, specifically. On this particular day, he was called to the principal’s office, leaving you to wait outside for him. You were awkwardly seated outside during your lunchtime, nibbling on your sandwich.

 “(Y/N), would you come in, please?” Principal Mullens (anyone gets the reference?) called your name, and your head shot up.

 “Sure?” Brushing the crumbs off your (skirt/pants), you got up. Walking into the little office, your eyes met (C/N)’s.

 “Are you okay?”

 You saw him flinch, “Yeah.” He looked up at the principal. “Why is she here?” His voice was cold, threatening the man who scowled.

 “(C/N),” you began gently, touching his arm, “what did you do?”

 His jaw clenched while Mullens told the story. “Mr. (C/L/N) got into a fight earlier today. Nothing too serious to the victim, but (C/L/N) refuses to apologise. Usually we would call the parents; however, it has come to my attention that they are away on a business trip. That is where you come in.” He looked at you from his glasses.

 “Come on, (C/N), please apologise.” You looked up at him, your face pleading. “You can tell me what really happened afterwards.”

 “Fine,” he muttered, “I’ll apologise.”

 You saw Mullens visibly relax, and he quickly dismissed both of you. (C/N) swiftly took your hand and led you out of the office. When you were well away from any students of teachers, you stopped. “(C/N).”

 You sighed as you saw him flinch at your tone. He bit his lip, letting go of your hand. “He was talking about you.” Cocking your head to the side, you looked up at him, confused. He caught your gaze and continued. “Tristan. He was talking shit about you like you were an animal. I told him to shut up at first. He threw the first punch.”

 “What did he say?”

 “He called you a slut and an attention seeker.” He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

 “Well,” you offered him a smile, “thank you.”

 A light pink dusted across his cheeks and he looked away. “Can I… can I tell you something?”

 “Sure. What’s up?”

 He bit his lip. “I- well, the thing is…” he trailed off and you let out a laugh.

 “What?” You grinned up at him. “Come on, spit it out!” He was still quiet. In a softer tone, you said, “You know you could tell me.”

 “Okay, well…” he let out a shaky breath before resting his hands on your shoulders. “I really like you.”

 ~End, no part 2~

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oh I love this!! My brother does fencing and that shit is No Joke, using swords looks EXHAUSTING

Elincia is hesitant to put a sword in your hand. If it were possible, she’d never wield one herself again. Though she doesn’t want you hurt, your desire to learn in order to defend your allies is one she understands well from her time with Ike. She isn’t certain she’ll make the best tutor, but if you insist she’ll aid you to the best of her ability.

She’s a gentle teacher, encouraging you in your successes and correcting your missteps without judgement. That doesn’t mean she’s soft on you, though - she’ll point out the smallest mistakes, if only so they don’t cause you problems and leave you vulnerable later on.

There must be something about her approach that works, she thinks, seeing how quickly you pick up the movements and concepts. But there’s much more to swordplay than drills and exercises. She learned that the hard way.

Out of concern you’ve grown too used to her movements in training, she goes out of your way to find sparring partners for you. Many of the Order’s members are all too willing to assist, and for the first time you see just how different people’s styles can be - Alfonse’s calculated movements, Mia’s energetic barrage of swings (does she ever get tired??), Lyn’s lightning-quick swipes, Laslow’s graceful steps.

You can’t keep up at first, and you still rarely manage to outmaneuver them, but over time you become more adept at holding your own against them. Even Alfonse, who was more against the idea of you wielding a sword than anyone, is surprised at how much you’ve grown under Elincia’s guidance.

After a while, Elincia decides to spar against you herself. She wasn’t confident that she’d be able to truly fight against you without being too gentle, but when she thought about how strong you’ve become and her desire to ensure your safety on an actual battlefield (pray that it never comes to that) she concluded that she owed it to you to fight at her best.

The Elincia you face off against now - sharp eyes, determined expression, firm stance - seems so different from the gentle teacher she was at the start of your training. It’s only through sparring as equals that you realize just how much she’d held back, and how much care she put into each guiding hand.