#Dwight Imagines
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I live for goofy moments with survivors mid serious matches tbh. Nuthin'better than throwing the game because some guy found a way to jump on the table!
Ace, Rebecca, Feng and Dwight with a usually ferocious killer, who's easily amused and/or distracted? They basically see red at all times, running and slashing and tearing everything apart.. untill people stop running away and start doing something unconventional for the place. They see a survivor behind the counter in the Dead Dawg Saloon? Yeah, no, it's not a hunt anymore, it's a bar night. Someone watches TV at Lery's memorial? That's their favourite thing to do now, too! And the carnival games.. Don't even get them started on carnival games. So it's mostly the matter of "who can entertain the said killer for the most time possible" instead of "who can outrun them" most times :)
🦞 uhavefuntoo
this was a fun one to write hehe!! fun fact i based the dwight one off of an experience i had in-game, i can't remember if i was playing dwight at the time but i had gone to pet maurice with two of my teammates and while we were petting him our killer, a nurse, came over and just watched us for a little bit, then left. IIRC, she massacred us, but it was funny X)
(i also tried to amuse a sadako in a similar way...i pretended to be watching one of her TVs, crouched in front of it, was pointing at it, and so she teleported through it, which got me to laugh. she also ended up killing me though lol)
Dwight Fairfield:
For the most part, Dwight is so afraid of you that anything funny or distracting he might do is completely by accident. For example, when he was trying to hide from you on the grounds of Father Campbell’s Chapel. He ducked down by Maurice’s favorite tent, hiding slightly behind the horse hoping you wouldn’t see him. He began gently petting Maurice to calm himself down, because he swore he could feel something looming over his shoulder. The feeling kept nagging at him as he pet the animal…until he decided he should turn around, and saw you staring at him. But there was something different about your demeanor — you seemed to have calmed down. He was still petrified, of course. Especially when you moved closer and crouched down beside him. He almost bolted away, but you started petting Maurice with him. Confusing as it was, he decided…whatever keeps you from killing him. Maurice seemed happy, too.
Feng Min:
Feng has quite the penchant for messing with killers. Whether or not they ever enjoy it could be up for debate, but it doesn’t stop her from doing it, and she always has fun with you. Every time the two of you are running through the Dead Dawg Saloon, she’ll make some distance between you and her and dive behind the counter inside the saloon, and when you finally catch up to her, she pops up from behind it and announces she’s here to take your order. Seeing the immediate change in your demeanor amuses her to no end, when you suddenly stop and politely approach the counter. Typically, you two will end up playing barkeep for the rest of the match while Feng’s teammates finish generators and everything. Sometimes, other survivors will wander in and either be confused by the scene or decide to join in your games. Either way, Feng loves having fun with you like this.
Ace Visconti:
Of course, Ace is no stranger to testing his luck, especially when it comes to killers. He was testing wacky ways to lose you or direct your attention to something else long before he knew how easy it really was to distract you. He didn’t truly discover this until one day, when running from you around the carnival grounds of Father Campbell’s, he decided to stop at one of the booths. It was a milk jug ring toss game, he figured if he landed a shot, maybe it’d amuse you enough to leave him alone for now. To his surprise, you actually stopped your bloodthirsty rampage to watch him play the game, and you even took a turn after he’d thrown a few. He soon realized, after a couple rounds, was actually having fun with you. A killer…! If he would’ve known this was going to work, he would’ve done it a long time ago.
Rebecca Chambers:
Rebecca doesn’t tend to goof off during trials, not even with other survivors, especially not with a killer. Normally, she wouldn’t be particularly inclined to waste time either, but during a trial between the two of you inside Lery’s Memorial, as she was running from you she was quickly realizing she was running out of ways to keep you distracted. She noticed a television up the hallway, and as a last-ditch effort, sprinted towards it and called a time-out to watch TV together. She didn’t think it would work. But you actually stopped and lumbered towards the TV with your head cocked, and you stood next to her in front of the screen. She was still tense, but internally, she heaved a sigh of relief. Somehow, it had worked…she had gotten you to calm down and stop terrorizing everyone for a few minutes. In a way, it was nice, almost….
#inbox#killer reader#gender neutral reader#dwight fairfield#feng min#ace visconti#rebecca chambers#dbd imagines#dbd x reader#dbd x you#dwight fairfield x reader#feng min x reader#ace visconti x reader#rebecca chambers x reader
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embarrassingly gullible
in which Jim Halpert dares Eileen Hayward to prank Dwight Schrute, but will he fall for it?
"Uncle Dwight, it's me- Anna Schrute! It's been so long, maybe you can come over to Germany soon and we can have a harvest festival just like old times!"
"I don't know who you are, I don't know why you think this is funny, but there is no one directly related to me with the name Anna Schrute!"
"It's Anna Schrute, Uncle Dwight!"
"Leave me alone, I am completely opposed to harming women but I know karate and I wouldn't be afraid to make an example out of you."
Dwight was fuming from the office break room as he held his mobile close to his ear. His eyes frantically darting around the room to ensure nobody over heard the conversation.
"So you'll come over to Deutschland to make an example of me, Uncle Dwight? Das ist fantastisch! Auf Wiederhören Uncle Dwight!"
"I don't know how you got my number but leave me a-" The line went dead.
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"I don't know why, and I don't know who, but someone has been calling me on my personal cellphone for the past month claiming to Anna Schrute. My brother has no clue as to who she is, but I' m starting to believe she is my niece... she knows a startling amount!" The camera crew, who had only been at the office for a few days stood behind the camera equipment as Dwight spoke, his mustard yellow top reflected in the view finder of the camera as he flattened down his hair.
"Dwight? Oh yeah he's embarrassingly gullible, I've been calling him directly to his personal phone for the past month telling him I'm his niece Anna Schrute," Eileen smirks as she looks at the camera "Jim bet me twenty bucks that he wouldn't fall for it, but I'm going to be twenty dollars richer soon."
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Eileen hastily pocketed her phone as Dwight made his way back to his desk and pretends to have just gotten off a sales call as she picked up the receiver phone and put it down as soon as she was in Dwight line of vision. Her eyes met Jim's as his widened and his eyebrows raised as Dwight made himself comfortable in his seat once more.
"So, Dwight," Eileen started- picking at her nails, "what was that all about?"
"Oh just my niece calling from Germany."
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"Ka-ching!" Eileen held up the twenty dollar bill to camera pulling at it lightly twice from both sides to accentuate that she won the bet. Her dimples were prominent as she grinned.
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"Ahh, your niece you say? I wasn't aware you had a niece." Eileen raised her eyebrows as she spoke, turning to the side slightly to hide the smirk growing on her face.
"No, I wasn't either- but it truly is a blessing to know of another Schrute. It's good to know that the Schrute name is still being carried." Dwights eyes didn't leave his computer as he typed up an email, his glasses reflected the computer screen in front of him.
Eileen glanced over at Jim giving him a look that said 'this is funny but i feel bad'. The man struggled not to laugh at her cringing face and put a finger up to his lip to make her stay quiet.
"So Dwight, uh- what's her name?" The Halpert man had a dopey grin on his face as a laugh mixed with his words.
"I don't see how that is any of your business..." Dwight muttered as rearranged the papers on his desk, the pile making an obnoxious noise as he hit the stack on the table a paucity of times to make sure they were all in line with each other.
"Oh it really doesn't, I just wanted to take interest in one of my fellow salespersons lives..." He faux innocence as he busied himself with typing on his computer, scratching the back of his neck to add to his act.
"Her name is Anna Schrute, she speaks broken English, she is German, lives in Germany yet is confined to the time zones of Pennsylvania..." He pauses for a moment, before typing something into his computer.
His hand bangs onto the table as he pushes back from his desk and spins on his chair once. He stops and points at the woman in front of him, a glare besmirched on his face.
"You!," he pointed at her "It was you!"
"Huh, what?"
"You're Anna Schrute!"
"No, no- what?!"
"I knew I could hear typing in the background, she sounds exactly like you Eileen!"
"But Anna lives in Germany, was there any background noise- other than the typing?"
"There was traffic sounds- wait." Dwights eyebrows furrowed as he typed something into the computer.
A few silent moments later, everyone in the office can hear the sound of passing cars and the occasional German shout.
"Aw that's what Eileen listens to when she gets stressed," Phyllis began- pointing awkwardly at Dwights computer "She's stressed quite a lot..."
Eileen sucks her bottom lip in, and clamps her top teeth over it. Pointing her head down, her fringe covers her face but Dwight can still make out her silent laughter through the shake in her shoulders.
"Michael. MICHAEL!," Dwight starts standing from his chair "She's done it again!"
Michael can be seen leaving his chair, pinching his forehead as he approached his office door.
Dwight grins, exposing his teeth, and turns back to Eileen.
"You're fired! You are so fired!"
Their boss gets a hold of the door and pulls it shut much to the amusement of Jim who lets out a quiet 'ha'. Michael then proceeded to shut all the blinds in his office and return back to his desk.
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Getting into an Argument with them
Dwight, Jane, Adam
Dwight Fairfield
When Dwight gets upset, you know he's either been pushed to the limit, or it was just that bad.
He doesn't like to argue with anyone.
But today was just Hell.
Shitty trials, shitty killers, shitty survivors.
It was all shitty.
So he was short.
And when you commented on that.
"Well, you're just a fucking bitch!"
And it will come out of nowhere.
When Dwight's upset, things just come out of his mouth.
It's like he's a whole other person.
Immediately, he'll realize what he said.
And he'll feel so bad about it that he shocked himself into silence.
He'll just make incoherent sounds trying to form an apology.
After about a minute of stuttering, he'll run into your arms and pull you into the tightest hug.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean that! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!-"
And he will start crying too.
He'll continue blubbering apologies until you're able to stop him.
If you don't stop him, he'll go on for hours.
He'll remind you how much you mean to him. How much he loves you.
He might even be begging at your feet for forgiveness.
These arguments are extremely rare, so cut him some slack.
If you're upset anytime, he'll understand.
In the meantime, he'll do everything you like to make it up to you.
Because he loves you; and he never wants to lose you.
Jane Romero
Jane is very vocal when she's upset.
It doesn't matter what happened. You'll know when she's upset.
Usually, she tries to stay out of everyone else's path.
She doesn't like taking out her anger on people who don't deserve it.
If you accidentally cross her path while she's upset, she'll probably snap at you.
Most likely, she'll tell you fuck off.
You have two options at this point: walk away or engage with her.
If you walk away she'll likely scoff at you.
"Oh, now you're too good for me?"
When she gets angry she just lashes out.
If you engage with her, get ready for a screaming battle.
Jane has a very loud voice and she isn't afraid to use it.
No matter how loud you yell, she'll find a way to yell louder.
And even if you do try to yell over her, she'll keep interrupting you while you're talking.
She has a habit of shutting people down when she's upset.
It's a: my way or the highway type of deal.
It's best to give her space.
Give her some time to cool off before approaching her again.
She'll be very embarrassed and apologize sincerely.
She knows what she did was wrong and, even if why she was upset was your fault, she shouldn't have said those things.
She's very good about fessing up to her mistakes, even though she doesn't like to.
She won't be upset if you're angry with her. She knows she would be too if she were in your shoes.
After a little time to decompress she wants to talk about what happened.
"Bottling up your emotions isn't healthy."
She knows she has a temper, and she wants to work on it.
She's aware she isn't perfect. She knows she has flaws.
But she's willing to work on them with you.
Because she loves you and can't imagine a world without you.
Adam Francis
It's very rare that Adam gets upset.
He's usually very mild-mannered and calm.
Being one of the more mature survivors, he knows how to control his emotions.
However, like everyone else, he has his breaking point.
And, well it's very hard to reach that breaking point, it is achievable.
He's always around to lend an ear or help anybody in need.
But, the stress does get to him occasionally.
Adam is the one who is usually mediating fights between other survivors.
But when he's upset, he isn't going to be helping anyone.
If anything, he'll make it worse.
But he isn't doing it on purpose.
When he gets upset he's very short and sarcastic.
And that usually creates more tension.
He isn't one to yell, instead, he'll try and seclude himself or give very short snippy answers.
Or, he'll give you the silent treatment.
He won't let you know that he's upset. He doesn't want to start a verbal argument with you.
Mostly because he knows it won't fix anything.
If you passed him enough, he may snap at you.
"Yes, I'm angry. Now could you leave me the fuck alone?"
He won't shout, but he'll be very stern.
Like he talks through his teeth and tries not to yell.
Kind of like a growling.
Then he'll storm off.
Don't follow him.
It's better to just let him have his alone time.
After he's calmed down, he'll return to you and apologize for his behavior.
He'll want to discuss what had happened and what led up to the chain of events.
And how things could have played out better.
This is to improve your relationship for the future.
It may seem unnecessary at the moment. But it's only because Adam loves you and never wants to lose you.
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Michael Scott Headcannons
Michael Scott x reader
Requested: @maleahoswick
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• In the beginning, the relationship is kept secret until Dwight finds out about it shortly after you and Michael inform David Wallace
• Not everyone in the office is approving, Kevin is always on the lookout to see if it’s true, sort of how he spied on Pam and Jim. Angela doesn’t approve, she likes to believe that your love is fake
• Most everyone in the office is approving, even in the warehouse below, they all approve and it’s most surprising to know that Roy is one of those that is more supportive than others
• You and Michael seem to have everything in common but you honestly don’t
• When you’re sick, Michael will make you take a sick day, even if you’ve taken them all up he will make you stay home and rest
• Being insulted by the fact Ryan invited you and not Michael to his weekend campout was easy for you turn him down and say you wouldn’t be going if Michael was not invited
• Seeing that Michael is still a little vulnerable to Jan, you have no problem sticking up for Michael whenever she tries to pull a fast one on him, trying to talk him into leaving you, you just weren’t having it
• When it happened one too many times, you let her have it and from that point on, she stays from you both
• You take things slow in the start of your relationship. By about a year into it, you move in together and two years after, you both are engaged
• If you have to work any late nights, Michael will stay with you. But as each person is leaving, he’s doing it more in a way as your boyfriend than he is your manager, and that is something kept between the two of you
• If someone disrespects you in anyway, especially in front of him, Michael will get upset and start defending you immediately, putting that person in their place
• Michael is your comforter during panic attacks and surprisingly, so is Dwight at times if he’s there as well
• Sometimes he likes to leave little gifts on your desk before you arrive. It could be anything from your favorite chips, soda, to your favorite candy with a little note attached to it
• When you had gotten the iPod during secret Santa, you knew immediately it was from Michael and had sort of the same reaction as Ryan did in that episode, only you were more gentle about it
• It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate it because you did, to you, it was always the thought that counted but truth be told, you were a little embarrassed this happened in front of everyone
• You both LOVED pretzel day, Michael would always wait in line for you both and would brings yours back when he returns because you were often busy with some work
• When you meet Michael, he was with Carol at the time, and because you weren’t there when she rejected his proposal, you comforted him as he told you about it
• This all happened before you got together, so when she refused while breaking up with him, you agreed to go to Jamaica with him, and that’s where things begin for you both
• Michael becomes overly protective of you after Roy’s attempt to attack Jim, so he bans Roy from the building unless escorted by Hank. Your safety to Michael has always been his top priority.
• Michael loves to brag about you and to show you off when given the open opportunity
• Threat Level Midnight was a blast to film
• Michael just loved you to pieces as you did for him
***
@dundermisfits
Requests: open
Characters:
• Michael Scott
• Dwight Schrute
• Jim
• David Wallace
• Angela
• Pam
• Karen
• Kelly
• Erin
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˗ˏˋ dating dwight fairfield would include. . . ´ˎ˗
warnings: none! gender neutral / no pronouns used for reader. feedback is always appreciated <3
anxiety. its no surprise dwight is an anxious person and if you are too then same boat, same hat! that anxiety is what makes him powerful though. in your time of need the leader comes through to calm you down and once you do, he calms down too. panic can spread and that’s not good for the team!
integrity. he feels like he cannot hide anything from you. if he fucks up, he will apologize even if he doesn’t see it at first and always keeps it in the back of his head to make himself better. consistency is key after all. you two simply move on in a consistent upward growth!
comfort. this matters a lot to dwight. he wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if he didn’t care for your comfort! he’s one of the best people to go to when you’re upset and he tailors it to you. whether its him having your arms around you as you cry into his shoulder or hearing you vent about what is on your mind, he will be there for you.
conversation. he’s awkward at first but when he gets used to you he just cannot seem to shut his mouth and its endearing. he rambles about anything really he likes, which can include you. its even better if you like to talk too because you two can go off into some really interesting conversations. he mentally notes things you like so he can ask questions later just to hear you talk more :)
yearning. dwight can be a little clingy and he yearns for you constantly. your voice, your eyes, your entire being. you are the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about when he goes to bed. you make it worth it for another day.
affection. expect a lot of affection from him when he sees you. his eyes immediately light up and he cant help but immediately be drawn to you. its a tight, warm hug followed by a quiet “i’ve missed you” in your ear. he also likes to press kisses to your nose. he gets a little embarrassed about pda though. most he’ll do is hand holding or a small kiss to the cheek.
gentleness. he’s a very gentle person. he’s tender in a lot of ways; from the way he holds you to the way he looks at you. everything with him is soft and loving. it’s not that he thinks you’re fragile or anything, its just how he is and again: your comfort matters the most to him.
#race thinks#dwight fairfield#dwight fairfield x reader#dwight fairfield x you#dbd#dead by daylight#dbd imagines#headcanons#i love dwight so much!#(lovely sigh) he is my boy
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Dare
Amber freeman x fem!reader
Pretty sure it can be read as gn!reader too
Warnings: Suggestive themes, pda (?)
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You walked up to the house, not sure if this was a good idea or not considering all of the murders that had been committed in the last week or so, the driveway was already packed with cars and you could hear the beat of the bass from the party inside. You stood outside the door for a few seconds before you knocked and walked right in, immediately being blasted by the loud music from the party.
You had used over an hour trying to find the perfect outfit to impress Amber freeman, the girl who was hosting the party and your lab partner. You had hardly ever talked outside of class but you still couldn't help but be infatuated by her. She was so beautiful and charming, and you blushed just thinking about what her reaction to your outfit would be.
About an hour into the party you had gotten pulled by your hand towards the sofa in the living room where stab was playing on the tv in the background. You were about to slap the person that had grabbed you before noticing that it was just Mindy.
You and Mindy were actually pretty good friends and had smoked and made out a couple of times at your house. So you didn't really mind when she pulled you down on the sofa next to her. About to ask her confused about what all of this was about you spottet the bottle laying on it's side in the middle of the room and starting to feel your anxiety creep up on you. "TRUTH OR DARE EVERYONE!" shouted Mindy to anyone who managed to hear her, she was only heard by a few people tho who walked over. First came Tara walking in on her crutches you couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for her. You don't know what you would do if you ended up in a situation like she had, probably just accepted defeat already, and even tho you didn't really hang out with her or anything aside from a few casual conversations in class you felt like you actually knew her for who she really was.
Behind Tara came Sam looking slightly worried clutching onto a taller man's hand which you could only assume was Richie after overhearing Amber and Mindy's conversation earlier about how Richie's only alibi from the hospital incident was that he had been watching stab on Netflix. Then Chad came in with Liv who couldn't keep her hands off of him,you looked down feeling slightly awkward, and then finally Amber sat down on the floor in front of you, checking your outfit out before giving you a slight smirk and immediately noticing the effect it had on you. A few minutes later more people had joined and Mindy decided that it was time to start the game. The first few rounds were quite boring considering you didn't know half of the people in the circle. That was until it was Mindy's turn to spin the bottle and it stopped at Amber, you looked up from your phone finally paying attention to what was going on. "Truth or dare Amber?" Mindy asked with an evil smirk playing across her lips. "Dare" amber answered not even batting an eye at the mysterious facial expression her friend had.
"I dare you to kiss Y/N" Mindy said. You looked at her in pure horror from what she had just said not expecting what amber said next "Gladly". So she sat up and began crawling seductively towards you, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes softly, teasing you because she knew what reaction it would cause and obviously seeing your completely red face by now.
She then got up before sitting right down in your lap again wrapping her arms loosely around your neck, pulling you slightly closer. You were pretty sure you were in shock, this was like a dream for you, somebody better check your pulse you thought. Amber then looked between your eyes for confirmation before crashing her lips hungerly against yours acting like she'd been wanting that for ages, her tongue not wasting any time in forcing itself into your mouth your teeth clashing together, both of you had completely forgotten you were at a party with a bunch of teenagers surrounding you. So the make out session went on for about 10 more seconds before Mindy rudely snapped her fingers in your face, smirking. "Now now you two lovebirds get a room why don't 'ya" she tutted jokingly acting like a mother. The people surrounding you laughed loudly. So that's exactly what happened, Amber got up from your lap after giving you one last kiss before whispering hotly into your ear "let's take this to my room" Her eyes were halfway closed again scanning up and down your clothes, and you could see the desperation in her face, so you just nodded and smiled before being pulled up the stairs to her room in a hurry. This was truly a dream come true.
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Dwight’s prank
Pairing: David Wallace x reader
Warnings: None
Requested: @ricflairdrip20
Request: prompt # 23 & #29
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For as long as you can remember, you’ve always been the one who had been the most hurt by those who thought you could call your “friends.”
One of the things that has attracted you to David Wallace is the fact that he was a good listener to anyone who needed an ear to trust. Though he hasn’t listen to you yet, he was more than willing to. Seemingly more than willing to do it and when he took notice in how you seem down one day, that was when he decided he was going to walk up and talk to you.
David stopped halfway, his tongue had gone dry as he couldn’t form the words he wanted to say to you. He always chooses his words wisely when it comes to talking to someone, but now he realizes it’s when he’s about to walk up and talk to you. Finally, something in mind had come up and he started to speak, but he spoke in a soft voice that you almost missed it. It was surprising to say the least, it spooked you as were deep in thought and you never get spooked, that wasn’t like you at all.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks softly, causing you to jump.
You deny the fact there was anything wrong at all.. well, at first.
As eerie as this may sound, David Wallace had been noticing you better than noticing anyone else in the office. David didn’t mean to do it, he was just so taken by your beauty that he couldn’t help but to keep an eye on you. Before you could speak to even try to deny things, David noticed as he looked closer that you seemed to be short of breath and and sweating as if you had just come back from running a marathon. Seeing you in this condition is where his concern for you grew even more than it already had. You said nothing as David takes the empty spot next to you as he asked you again, a bit differently this time.
“What’s happened? Did something happen?”
You don’t respond at first, but than decide it was best to be honest with him and so you told David why you were looking so upset and how your day had been going so far. You didn’t want to get anyone in trouble, but you felt you had no choice this time and called that person out to David as you begin explaining.
David wasn’t too pleased to say the least after hearing your story and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
“You know that weight loss competition we’re doing?”
David nods as you continue.
“Well, Dwight thought it would be funny to trick me into thinking I’m helping him out with a new client and what does he do? Well he drops me off at an abandoned warehouse in a bad part of town and left with my purse as well as my phone.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.. but don’t worry! I’m okay, I wasn’t before but now I am.”
David sighed.
“Stop pretending you’re okay, because I know you’re not.”
“I’m not pretending-“
“Yes you are!”
Before you could say another word, David storms away and you know exactly where he’s headed.
So you follow him.
Once you got to the office, David walks up to Dwight and interrupts his phone call. Dwight immediately gets defensive and even more so when David confronts him of what he did to you.
“Let’s make this the last time I hear of this!”
“Oh come on..”
“You left her in a bad part of town, Dwight!”
“So? I took her purse what’s the big deal?”
“It is a big deal, Dwight!”
“She burned calories walking back here-“
“That’s not how healthy weight loss workout!”
David had to pull himself out of there as he was close to losing it, you followed. Once he had calmed down enough after the events of defend/protecting you, he turns towards you and says only one thing.
“You don’t deserve to be treated that way. You deserve so much better, (Y/n).”
***
@theoffice-imagines
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All That's Holy | Dewey Riley x m!reader (🍋)
summary: Dewey's been waiting all day, and you haven't stopped thinking about him all day.
tws: anal sex, masturbation, swearing, religious imagery, Daddy kink
MINORS DNI
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Home alone, Dewey hummed as he flicked through the channels on the television, looking at the open window every now and then; it was so childish and silly, but even though you had a key to get in, you still crawled through the window. If only just to see him smile.
He was just waiting, wondering what type of mood you would be in when you saw that he was shirtless, just in his boxers and spread out on his bed; he hoped that you would be up for a little fun, but he wouldn't mind if you weren't either. He finally settled on a channel showing the old war films, when his wish finally came true.
You looked great, wearing one of his shirts with only the lower half of the buttons done up; his eyes went wide, breath hitching in his throat as he watched you take your belt and shoes off. All too eager to welcome you as you moved to straddle his waist, too eager as he gripped your thighs and brought you as close as he could. A chaste kiss here, a soft bite of your lower lip there, a buck of the hips here, a quiet groan there, before you pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.
"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all day," you breathed out, trailing a hand down his chest. "Couldn't get you out of my head."
Dewey smiled, his grip on your thighs tightening as he moved to pepper your neck in kisses. "I've been waiting for you… I missed you."
You wanted to say that you felt the same but when he snuck his hand between your legs and started to palm your cock, you couldn't help but to allow the moan from the back of your throat to cut you off, grinding into him as you growled his name softly; still kissing your neck, Dewey moved to pin you beneath him, his free hand coming to your torso and struggling to get the buttons of it undone.
You laughed softly, pushing him off of you so that you could do it for him; you didn't waste time, throwing the offending garment aside before getting out of your jogging bottoms and kicking them off of his bed. His mouth was soon on yours again, soft and quick kisses all open mouthed and needy as you pulled him on top and ground your hips against him; you needed to feel him, needed to be given that release that only he could give you. Aching for it.
"I'll be back," you murmured against his lips. "But I need you to fuck me, Dewey."
"Go," he whispered, smiling as he moved to lie on his back. "I'll be waiting."
You couldn't stop grinning as you grabbed the bottle of lube and started to apply it to your ass, watching with a dry mouth as Dewey stroked his cock, soft mumbles of your name coming from the back of his throat; you hurried up, and once you were sure that you were ready, you got back on the bed, and straddled him again, your hands on his chest as you swallowed thickly.
"Ready?"
"Yeah," Dewey nodded, licking his lips. He moaned your name when you took his cock, biting at the inside of your lip as he waited for you to move; on edge as he gripped your thighs so tightly, his mouth going dry at the sight of your hard cock. You were so tight, so warm. Fuck. "C'mon, baby, move for Daddy… please?"
You put your hands on his chest and started to bounce your ass on his cock, making him growl as he bucked his hips; you were fucking holy, he was convinced of it. A slight taste of the divine every time you whimpered, softly begging for him like a sinner asking for forgiveness; begging for just the smallest piece of sanctuary, of divinity and for repentance.
Heaven could not help him, he would be more than happy to lose himself and to drown in your divinity; the smell of your sweat, the feel of your hole around his cock, the feeling of your hands on his chest. Fuck. He moved his hands, gripping into your hips so hard that both of you knew that there would be bruises; soft prayers of his name leaving your mouth.
The call of an angel. He was cleansed of his sins just by hearing you call for him; everything, from his body to his soul, was yours for the taking. You were his midnight Messiah. The saint that he would turn to, the saint whose glory and whose heavenly touch could rescue him. Heaven was a place on Earth, Dewey knew that much, and he knew that his heaven was when he was with you.
When you went down on your knees for him, it was enough to give him something to believe in, but when you rocked your hips and allowed him to buck his hips into your ass, he found more than religion; he found a saint, a Messiah.
Fuck.
"Just like that, baby," Dewey breathed out, a soft and sweet prayer littered with gentle moans. "You feel so good, you're doing so well for Daddy."
You were panting heavily, his divine saint coming undone just for him, whimpering and moaning his name as you continued to work your hips; his Messiah. "Fuck… I don't think I'm gonna last long, Daddy."
"That's okay," he nodded, bringing your hand to his mouth and softly kissing it. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby."
He would never desecrate you, never take your name in vain, never sell his soul to another; you were all that was holy, all that was divine, you were the one thing getting him so close to seeing heaven for all it really was. The back of his head hit the pillows as he moaned your name, begging for repentance and forgiveness; for you to cleanse him of every sin.
He was so close to touching the gates of heaven, and when he felt your cum on his chest, the sweet prayers of his name that left your aching mouth, he couldn't stop himself, and finally reached the gates that he was searching so desperately for.
"Please," you whimpered. "Daddy please, fuck your cum into me."
Fuck.
The beg of an angel, that which was truly divine and holy.
How could he ever say no?
He didn't stop fucking your ass, not until he had cum inside it yet again, and only when he knew that you had both had enough did he stop; full of bliss, Dewey watched as you got off of him and grinned.
"Fuck," you breathed out. "Dewey, I love you."
He nodded, breathless as he smiled back and licked his lips. "I love you, too… but, maybe we should shower."
You knew what that meant, and bit the inside of your lip as you nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Deputy."
Fuck.
Dewey really did love you.
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Hii, maybe some imagine for Dwight Manfredi?
Hi :) I hope the below is ok for you. I've imagined what it would be like to go on a first date with Dwight.
I really enjoyed writing this so thank you so much for the suggestion! Please let me know if you'd like me to write more :) I feel like this man is vastly underrated and it's a crime!
Warnings: none, just fluff and Dwight being a teddy bear, a kiss at the end, possibly some allusion to something smutty at the end...
A/N: I had way too much fun writing this. I've also based the title on the Etta James song, because it's my favourite song in the whole world and I feel like Dwight would enjoy listening to her music.
At Last - First Date: Dwight Manfredi x Fem!Reader
Dwight arrives at 7pm on the dot; the exact time he said he’d pick you up from your apartment. You answer the door, taking in his tall, muscular, broad frame. He has a new light grey suit on, the crisp fabric a beautiful contrast to his tanned skin and deep brown eyes. His grey hair is lightly gelled, and the smell of his expensive woody cologne makes your head spin. You’d always thought Dwight was good looking, but seeing him standing in your doorway, a bouquet of freshly cut flowers clutched in his thick, calloused hands, your breath is taken away.
You head out into the Tulsa summer evening, smiling as Dwight holds open the passenger side door of his car for you. Soft 60’s soul is playing on the radio, and the car smells of clean leather and pine scented air freshener (courtesy of Tyson, who'd had the car valeted especially). You can tell Dwight is nervous as he starts the engine, making small talk about traffic and the hot weather.
“Its, uh, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” he smiles sheepishly, his silhouette outlined by the burnt orange of the setting sun.
“You’re doing great so far.” You return his smile and lightly touch his arm.
“Oh yeah?” His hand moves to your lap to find yours, gently giving it a squeeze. A delicious bolt of excited electricity fizzes through you at his touch. He holds your hand as he drives, the gesture appearing to put him at ease.
When you arrive at the restaurant, Dwight pulls out your chair and you sit, smiling at the chivalry and tenderness of such a small, but meaningful gesture. He sits opposite, reaching for your hand across the table. You stay like this as you peruse the menu, his thumb tracing delicate circles across your skin.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” he says, his eyes full of affection as they take you in.
The waiter comes to take your order, and Dwight orders a bottle of wine. You clink your glasses together and take a sip, the sweet, bold flavours coating your tongue.
You chat for hours as you sip wine, and eat the most delicious meal you’ve ever had. Dwight tells you about his past in New York, regaling you with stories of his time managing bars and clubs in Brooklyn. He makes you laugh, harder than you ever think you’ve laughed before. he asks you about yourself, you family and your hobbies. In this moment, you’re his entire world. Nothing else matters to him and he could never grow tired of listening to you, of watching the way your cheeks dimple as you smile, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your passions. In all his life, Dwight is sure he’s never seen anything as beautiful as you.
You’re the last two diners to leave the restaurant, only doing so because you see the waiters closing up around you, eager to be heading home. You could have stayed there all night. As you step outside, the temperature has dropped and you shiver involuntarily. Dwight takes off his suit jacket, draping it carefully around your shoulders. You smile, grateful for the warmth, the smell of him enveloping you in a delicious haze of cologne, wine and soap. He opens the car door for you, and you let your hand graze against his as you slide into the seat, feeling him shiver against your touch. Your eyes meet, and you smile, in awe of how unsure this usually unwavering man appears; did he want to kiss you? You definitely wanted to kiss him, but you wanted to make sure you hadn’t read the signals wrong, in case you ended up embarrassing yourself.
The journey home seems to take no time at all. You pray that you hit every red light on the road, so you can spend just a little more time in Dwight’s company. “At Last” by Etta James in playing on the radio, and you can’t help but think how perfectly the words fit. You’ve waited your whole life for a man light Dwight, and now he’s less than 2 feet away from you. His hand finds yours in the darkness of the car, and you squeeze it, hoping the gesture will show Dwight how much you’ve enjoyed yourself tonight.
You pull up outside your apartment, and Dwight turns the car off.
“I had a great time,” he said, “thank you.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, “I’d love to it again sometime.”
You both exit the car, and stand silently on the sidewalk, neither of you wanting to end things here, but neither of you wanting to appear too forward.
“Well,” Dwight said, “I should get b-“
“Kiss me, Dwight,” you say, cutting him off mid-sentence and surprising yourself at how bold you’re being.
Dwight doesn’t need telling twice. His large hands softly cup your cheeks, his eyes staring into yours with such sweetness, such tenderness that you think your heart might explode.
“I’ve not done this for 25 years,” he whispers, his nerves evident in his slightly shaking voice.
“It’s ok, I’ll teach you.” You laugh softly as his lips meet yours. The kiss is gentle at first, as your wrap your arms around his neck, snaking your hands into his thick grey hair. Dwight sighs quietly against your lips, pulling you in to his chest. You can feel his broad, taut muscles straining against his shirt and suddenly you’re desperate to have him back in your apartment.
“Come upstairs?” you breath, gasping as Dwight's hands drift down from your cheeks, across your neck, collarbone and lightly over your breasts.
“If you’re sure,” he said, his voice hoarse with longing. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“You could never,” you smile, taking Dwight by the hand and leading him up the stairs to your home.
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Could you do that one prompt of shy reader caught staring and having dirty thoughts but with Dwight, Jeff, Steve and Leon?
Warnings: Implied Sex, Teasing, Sexual Situations Embarrassment, Dirty Thoughts, Implied Canon Typical Violence, Secondhand Embarrassment
Dwight Fairfield:
Dwight already feels nervous when people stare at him and even more so when it’s you. He’s always liked you and with you staring at him, eyes dark and mind elsewhere, it makes him nervous. He doesn’t call you out about it thought, continuing to work gens and trying to find the exit.
He can’t stop the embarrassed sound from escaping him when he turns and sees you right behind him, eyes locked on his ass. You startle and finally seem to snap out of it, looking at his face and eyes going wide. You quickly run off after that, refusing to look in his eyes and sputtering out a response. Dwight is quick to shake off the encounter, even if you’re both too embarrassed to look at each other for the next few trails.
Jeff Johansen:
Jeff has no idea you’re staring at him, honestly. He’s been focusing on avoiding the Hag and you’ve been tagging along with him, making gens a lot easier. He does notice that you’re quieter than normal but shakes it off; you’ve never been a fan of the Hag and he’s not going to force you to talk about it now.
You’re both turning a corner when he hears you let out a yell behind him. He turns just in time to watch you trip over the completed gen, landing face first in the dirt. Your face is a mix of shock, embarrassment and mounting panic as both of your heartbeats sky rocket. Jeff doesn’t stay to find out if you run, booking it in the other direction. He never does find out what has you so distracted…
Steve Harrington:
This really isn’t Steve’s trail. He’s been running from gen to gen, trying to get things done and every time he turns around Legion is there. He’s spent more time getting away then getting things done but it makes sense. Even if it sucks. The only saving grace is that you seem to be moving through things, cleansing totems and completing gens.
He’s just finished another loop when he sees you tucked into a corner, taking a breather. Steve slides up next to you, starling and almost making you bolt. As he starts to reassure you, your eyes go wide, staring at him like a deer in headlights. He has no idea what’s happening at first, trying to get your attention before noticing that you’re looking at his chest. His face goes red once he realizes that Legion had torn his shirt to shreds, leaving his nipples out and perky. He doesn’t have time to explain before you’re running off, Steve cursing his luck once again.
Leon Kennedy:
The trial starts like any other; all of you are running for your lives and the killer hot on your trail. This time it’s Nemesis and Leon is quick to make himself disappear. He already has enough bad memories, not to mention he’s disliked by the behemoth. You stick with him as the trail goes on, only leaving to try and be a distraction. It doesn’t stop Leon from getting hit and finding a place to limp off too.
He’s just finished a gen when you run past, slowing down when you see him limping. You shake your med kit at him and gesture to a corner, Leon happily following after you. He’s trying his best to stay quiet but moans and grunts keep leaving his mouth. Your eyes are focused on wrapping his arm but he can feel your fingers shaking and breathing speeding up. He lets out a sigh of relief once you finish, giving you a smile but frowning when he sees you practically sprint away. It’s only later when Jill laughs at him about it that he realizes what happened and gets embarrassed himself.
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Dogs Days Are Not Over
Requested | YES. Request | OPEN.
~M~ TWD Imagine: YN finds herself in an impossible situation when she is met with her former lover.
Word Count: 4,667
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Miscarriage, Mentions of Death.
Pairings: Negan X Reader, Dwight X Reader, Rick X Reader [Previous]
Author's note, this is the fourth request I've seen where the reader is pregnant lol; I have two more with Spencer Reid.
Happy Readings :)
NEGAN stirred gently, his back facing me as he groaned. The voices erupted in the halls, signaling that it was morning, another day of being completely absorbed by the idiocy Negan decided to keep in his company. Moments passed before he rose from the bed, dragging his limp body through the room, finding anything to toss on. He spoke softly to me last night, for the first time in a long time. His hand rubbed against me while his lips kissed my neck, gently lulling me to sleep, but I knew in the morning he would be back to sulking and carrying this attitude. We had been arguing for the last few days, and small things turned into big things that snowballed into us not talking for some days. “I want to go get Michael to check out,” he finally pronounces, his back still facing me as he pulls on some clothes.
“Negan,” I whispered, sitting in our bed, shifting slightly as he dismissed me. The door slammed behind him, and I was left alone. This time, it wasn’t a tiny fight over Dwight flirting with me or me getting jealous of his other wives; I overheard one of his dick-riding minions talking about the current raid that they partook in. They recounted the names in glee, the names of the victims that Negan bludgeoned, Abraham and Glenn. I froze, and my face grew warm as I listened closer to the words tumbling out of their mouths—the gargling of his words and the look of desperation on the woman’s face. I moved to the man, but I grabbed my gun and slammed it against his temple before I could process anything that had happened. Over and over again, I drew the butt of my gun to his face. My eyes burned with tears and blood. My feet slid against the ground as I felt arms wrap around me. It was one hit, a solid punch against my jaw, and another to my temple; I heard a loud crack.
I fell limp to the floor, a cold hand pressing against my face. His thumb rubbed gently against my skin. I could smell the stale cigarettes and beer on him. His voice was barely above a whisper. I could scarcely see his face, but I knew it was Dwight. I flinched away from him, slowly pushing him away. “Negan will kill you if he sees you,” was all I could mutter before, succumbing to darkness.
Now, roughly two days later, I have a bruised and darkened eye. I could barely see from my left eye; bright lights irritated me, and I suffered frequent migraines – Negan would call it a suitable punishment for a disrespectful woman. I wore a patch that Dwight had found on one of his excursions. Negan didn’t take too kindly to it, and me jumping to his defense wasn’t helping the situation either. Negan commanded one of the wives to nurse me back to health; with disdain and twisted face, she did so. She changed my bandages from my worsening eye and cleaned the wounds. This morning was no different; she came with a slight frown upon seeing me. She sighed, setting down her materials. “When are you going to tell him?” she finally spoke as she damped a discolored clothe to my eye.
After moments of silence, I finally responded, “What.” She laughed before snatching her hand away from my face.
“You’re pregnant, getting into stupid fights with David? He punched you in the stomach, YN, and the only reason you blacked out like that was because that was your old crew.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head softly.
“There’s no need; he’s not talking to me. I feel fine.” I confided in Rachel often, and on one of my drunken nights, I told her that Michael was the group leader's son to whom I used to belong. It was easier to think he was dead than to believe that Rick was dead. I mourned for Rick, Carl, Glen, Maggie, Abraham, Tara, Sasha, Daryl, and Michonne. I told her about my sisters and Beth’s death, and I told her about first meeting Rick and his family. She listened, soaked in every word as I cried in her lap.
“Your eye isn’t healing; you might want to get checked out when you go to Alexandria,” she sighs as she leaves me alone.
It didn’t take me long to get ready: light green cargo shorts, a stained tan t-shirt, and some army boots I stole from a decaying corpse. My head shifted to the door as I heard his babbles break the silence. His head rested on Negan’s chest as he moved closer to the room, avoiding eye contact with me. I ran my hand down his curly hair, taking him in for a moment. “How’s he feeling?”
“Not getting any better from last night, still a high fever, and he sounds hoarse,” He whispers; I could feel his eyes on me. Heavy and daunting. Finally, I look up, praying he doesn’t shift his gaze away. “I worry about you, YN”
Slowly, I let my hand travel to his face, cuffing it gently. My thumb brushed against his facial hair, prickling my skin uncomfortably, then moving to his lips. “I know… I’m sorry” was all I could manage.
“He could’ve killed you; I would have to kill him. I would do anything for you — for Michael.” I nodded; I pressed my lips against his, tasting alcohol and some sort of meat. His other hand gently grabbed at my waist, yanking me closer. “Come on,” he whispered against my lips. As we left the room, we were greeted by his dick-riding minions, ready to raid another town. My eyes scanned David, his face distorted from the butt of my gun. He smirked momentarily, before trotting off with the rest of the group. My eyes flickered to Dwight, his movements slow and calculated. He dodged through the crowd and soon walked shoulder-to-shoulder with me. Nothing was, but nothing needed to be said. His fingers brushed against mine, and my eyes shifted to Negan and then to him.
“How are you feeling?” I heard him grunt, his arms folded against his chest as he moved slightly before me.
“Better; Rachel says I need to get checked out when I go to the town,” I answered shortly, looking around and disinterested in the conversation.
“I miss you”
“Don’t,” I interrupted, speeding past him as I slammed my shoulder against his. I gasped as I felt his arm latch onto mine. I didn’t turn around, but I knew he was upset and needed me to show him I was alright. He let me go, and I continued to move with the group as we boarded our rides.
It didn’t take us long to reach Alexandria, the scene unfolding in front of me as every memory began to flood back. I began to feel queasy and full of anxiety as I stepped out of the car with Michael in hand. I hissed gently as sharp pain ran through my eye, I brushed it off as I lingered behind most of the group.
“Little pig…Little pig, let me in,” he foolishly commands, Lucille tossed over his shoulder. I squinted at the man; he was pale and had sustained some injuries. He was hunched forward slightly, his shoulders moving at an alarming rate. I caught his eyes, his hair covering most of his case; I took another step in his direction, my chest burning as I watched him intently. Realization struck on his face, and his eyes widened. “Daryl?” I whispered. My head snapped back to the gate as it began to open, and slowly, the figure emerged. He steps in, slowly thrusting Lucille into the man’s hand.
His face changed, and he gained some weight. His hair wasn’t as curly the last time I saw him more clean cut. His face drained of color and life that used to decorate him – he had hope. I couldn’t move or process the man I was seeing before me. He froze, his eyes moving from Michael to me. My throat tightened as I tried to utter something to him; I dreamt of this day, standing in front of Rick, letting him meet his son, explaining the hell that I went through, seeking comfort in his arms. “Rick?” I hiccuped out, shaking my head. I took a step closer to him, tightening my grip on Michael.
“YN?” he whispered, his voice kissing against my eyes. His eyes traveled back to Michael, “Is this–” hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers running against his arm before laying his hand against his back.
“Hold the fuck up,” I heard Negan shout, his laughter filtering into the arm as he stepped closer. His face was full of devious mischievous, but his eyes were full of sorrow and confusion. They watered slightly as he stepped closer to me. “Rick? Ole Rick, here is the father of Michael?”
“I was traveling with Daryl doing some runs in this town when we got separated. A herd of walkers took us by surprise, and I stumbled in the woods somewhere; I was holding up in some shanty town centers, bars, and a mall to give birth to Michael.” I stared at Negan for a moment as realization crossed his eyes. “Where’s Maggie?” I whispered. Rick looked for a moment, his eyes shifting down as he swallowed.
“She didn’t make the trip back here after—” I sucked deeply. I needed to hold myself together, and I nodded to his statement. I pressed my lips together. “Let me see her.”
With that, we moved to her grave sight, next to Glenn. I stared at the dirt graves, my foot mindlessly kicking at the dirt as it tumbled down the pile. My eyes stung with tears as I tugged on my bottom lip. “She was sister,” I spoke to Negan, my eyes fixating on the makeshift wooden cross. “She was always the rock between Beth and I. Beth was a crybaby, and Maggie was always Miss Straight and Narrow while I wanted to drink and stay out late with my hick boyfriend,” I laughed. It was long and rested in the stillness of the air. “When I saw Rick and Shane running down that field with Otis with Carl in his arms, I knew then that we stuck with the crew that came riding in their beat-up van and motorcycle. I nursed Carl back to health and taught him how to be a farmer."
My eyes flashed to Rick; a sunken look rested on his face as he gave me a soft smile. “She was my everything, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you—” I was interrupted by Michael’s whooping cough, his hand gripping against my chest. Negan rushed to my side, his eyes scanning Michael’s face, brushing his hair out of his face. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes pleading to hold him. Absentmindedly, I nodded. He soon began checking his reddening face, the back of his hand pressing against his forehead as he shifted slightly. My eyes flickered to Rick, who tensed; a look of concentration and bewilderment ran across his features. I flinched at the abrupt ring pierced through the air; we froze for a moment; it was a gunshot. I followed behind Rick, my hand removing the gun from my side, upon entering a building far from the gravesite. My gun was aimed at a teenage boy, a bandage covering his eye as he held it at David, who had multiple medical supplies in his arms while tossing them in a crate. My face furrowed in disgust as my eyes shifted to him.
“Put some back, or the next one goes in you,” he commands; I observed, smirking slightly at this kid's courage.
“Kid…what do think is gonna happen next?” the boy looked at Negan, his eyes flickering to the child in his hand.
“He’s taking all of our medicine! You said Half,” he hissed; he squinted in hatred, his lips parted as a low snarl escaped. His finger danced against the trigger.
“Carl… Carl put the gun down.” I straightened my posture, my eyes taking him in. He was taller; he didn’t have a sweet innocence about him. When I first found out I was pregnant, he stayed by my side — he was overprotective, to say the least. I remember sharing a cell in the prison for a month, his body leaning against the base of the bed, his head resting against the rusted metal pole. His mouth parted, and his chest slowly moved with each huff that pushed past his lips. I watched him for a moment, brushing my hands through his hair. He’d stir in his sleep, uncomfortably adjusting himself, letting his hands run over his neck. He hated sleeping alone since his mother had passed, and I hated being alone since I suffered from the miscarriage.
Lowering my gun, I watched him. “You should go before you find out how dangerous we are.” I smiled softly at his words.
“David, put the medicine back,” I whispered, holstering my gun. Carl turned to me, his face still tight with anger. I grabbed his arm, and he flinched, his hand locking on the gun.
“You don’t tell me what to do.” David spits, the crate still locked in his arms. A smirk rode on his face as he cowarded behind Negan. I looked at Carl, pressing a gentle smile on my face. Confusion ran across his eyes; he shifted to face me slightly.
“You know, cowboy, you grew some damn balls the last time I saw you.” I laughed, tipping his hat back. His face softened, and a smile crept along his face. “Come on, Carl, I promise you, no one will touch the medicine. Half is what he said, and half is what he means,” I whispered, unraveling the gun from his hand.
I turned to David, taking a long step forward; his eyes widened as he realized that Negan would let me do it, taking the safety of the gun and putting it to his temple. “Put the shit down” his eyes flickered to Negan, who didn’t seem pleased with my sudden demonstration of leadership. “You know I’m good for it.” David curses for a moment, dropping the crate on the ground, his eyes fixed on me as he slowly exited the room. The door slammed behind him as we all listened to his retreating footsteps.
“YN,” Carl finally lets out, and I turn to him with a wide smile. “YNN,” he finally whispers; I gasped softly as he slammed his body against me. His arms wrapped around me. I chuckled.
“You’re still a troublemaker, I see” I whispered.
“I can say the same about you!” he chuckles through his slight frenzy of emotions.
“I hate to interrupt a touching moment, but this reminds me that, you all have way too many guns,” Negan states. Carl removes himself from me, his eyes shifting to Negan.
“First, Michael is sick, I know it’s probably too much to ask-”
“No,” Rick interrupted me. “Let’s get him looked at,” he hummed; I nodded, whispering a thank you. A woman with glasses came in, shakingly looking at Negan and me.
“Hi! I’m YN. That is Michael.” he shyly lifted his head off at the sound of his name, and I motioned her to come closer. She was hesitant for a moment, her eyes scanning the room. She was observing Negan; her hand trembled as she moved to adjust her glasses. “He’s been a little sick, with a bad cough. Negan over here thinks it is serious; he just gets sick easily. He hasn’t had any motivation to do anything but sleep and sometimes eat.” She nods, her hand gently brushing against his back as she tries to take him from Negan. He stiffens, locking his grip on Michael. Resting my hand against his shoulder, I squeeze. Negan’s eyes flickered over to mine, and he sighed content before letting the woman take Michael.
“What about you, ma’am?” she whispered, setting Michael on a bed. She lay him on his back, her hand moving to his stomach, the left side of his chest, and the right. She turned to me, waiting for an answer. “You should let me check you before you go; the bruising around your eye doesn’t look too good,” she nods for a moment.
Simply, I responded, “I’m fine.”
“How old is he?” Carl questions
“9 months, he’s so busy and wants to be around everything and see everything.” I laughed, my hands nervously playing with the hem of my shirt; I watched her examine him; the woman made faces at Michael as she poked and prodded him. He whined softly before settling into a soft laugh as she made a goofy face again.
Carl grabbed my hand, “Hey! It’s going to be okay. If he’s anything like us, Grimes, he’s a survivor,” he hummed; I nodded – tightening my grip on his hand. The memories came flooding in Carl’s kindness towards me, Rick’s loyalty and love, Daryl’s abrasiveness and wit, Abraham’s might and crudeness, and Rosita’s sass and smile. I sucked in a sob as I watched continued to watch Michael. I missed the feeling of Glenn wrapping his arms around in a tight hug after a sleepless night, or Maggie always bringing me a cup of tea in the mornings and before bed. I wanted to kill Negan for taking them away, I wanted to bring him to his knees and make him beg forgiveness as I rammed his stupid ass bat against his head. I wanted him to watch the woman he loved the most murder him. His last memory on this earth, is me wielding Lucille against his skull. But I was weak; I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
“Well! He’s alright, just a little hay fever; it’s growing increasingly hot outside the pollen and allergens are making him sick. We have some children’s Advil that might help his temperature; some tea and honey would be great. Might wanna keep him in fresh clothes.” I sighed in relief; I nodded rapidly, as she lifted him. “We had some allergy medicine, non-drowsy, of course. I’ll make something to drink for him and get him a change of clothes, and he will be as good as new. But I wanna have a check-up in a week or so. Just to make sure," I moved to grab him, his smile overtaking his face, his hands slamming against my face with excitement as he squeals with glee.
My eyes shifted to Negan; he stood against the back door. His eyes intensely staring at mine, he nodded briefly before looking away. “Come on, Rick, let’s go get my guns!” he promptly shouts, kicking himself off the door.
I stared at Carl, we were left alone, and I had so much to say, but nothing came out. I wanted to beg for his forgiveness – I knew it wouldn’t amount to much. He smiled softly, nodding slowly as if he could read my thoughts. Somehow, he always could; he always felt like my first son, the way he clung to me after his mother passed. He would find his way into my room, whispering that he had a nightmare about his mother and Judith. “Don’t,” Carl whispered, tears streaming down his cheek as he nodded. “You don’t have to say it. I know.”
It was silence between us. “I was going into labor; I found my way into a mall. Negan and some of the guys, helped me give birth to him. They took me back to the Sanctuary, and I became Negan’s wife. I wanted to come back; I did — I just… I don’t know.” I whispered.
“It’s okay, YNN. Dad always knew you were out there. He said he was too hard to get rid of.” he laughed softly.
“Show me around, cowboy.” We walked through the streets, talking about different things, his new life, and the small hobbies he had picked up before things went to hell: the relationships and the heartbreaks.
I stopped him, grabbing his arm. “These people are dicks; they do this shit for dominance to make you feel weak. You aren’t weak. They want to leave with this feeling of hopelessness. He will come back, and when he does, don’t show fear. He feeds off of it. There’s a shanty ranch home, 15 miles north of here, Hutington. Have your father meet me there in 3 days.” He nods quickly; I unholstered my gun, passing it to him. “Please, be safe cowboy.”
“I will,” he hums, pulling me into a tight hug. I heard a long, high-pitched whistle, my eyes shifting to Dwight as he motioned for me to follow him. Carl looks at me before, whispering goodbye. Slowly, I made my way to Dwight, his eyes seething with jealousy, a look he often carried with him. Daryl was standing in a position directly behind him as he watched me. I passed a sympathetic smile to him.
“What were you doing with him?” he questioned. I scoffed momentarily, looking around before returning my gaze to him.
“He’s my son,” I answered without another thought. Carl always felt like my son; when he first arrived on the farm, I helped nurse him back to health—telling him fables that my grandfather used to say to me. I brought him late-night snacks despite my father telling me to not get so attached to them. I remember the look Rick gave me when I pleaded his case for them to stay– I remember the slight touch that sent shivers down my spine and our first kiss after he killed Shane. “Your leader killed my friends and took their guns, beds, and everything else they wanted. He’s a tyrant, and you know this.”
“I’m not one shacking up with him.” he hisses, stepping in my face, his breath fanned against my nose as he towered over me. “You’re fucking him, for fucksakes, you’re pregnant with his child. Don’t think I notice, how you don’t drink or stand around me when I smoke. The oversized shirts you wear? I notice everything about you.” I could find his hand and tried to find a way in mine. “Or Is it mine?”
I honestly didn’t know; it was one drunken night. Negan and I had gotten into a nasty fight over Michael. I pushed him, and he choked me; I remember him tossing me to the ground and storming out of the room. Dwight had visited me and asked me if I wanted to go on a run. It just happened. I don't regret it.
I sighed, looking away and noticing everyone gathering at the gate. Their chatter and humming, the teasing and provocation. Finally turning to him, he shifts, his head focused on me, “I love them, and I love him. No matter where I go, I will always be a part of this family,” I whispered to him before moving to Negan. I stood at Negan's side, staring at Rick for a moment. He looked at me, and nodded gently, mouthing a slight OK.
“Oh-ho,” Negan calls out, “What the fuck is that?” he grabs me by the waist, yanking me closer to him. “Are you trying to get at my wife?” He laughs momentarily and harshly grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were delicate, full of curiosity and jealousy. He loosened his hold on my face, his thumb gently rubbing against my bruised cheek. Stunned, I stumbled back as he slammed his lips against mine. I didn’t kiss back; I stood their wide eyes and throbbing upper lip. He continued to kiss me, and soon, we fell into a rhythm, something that came so naturally to us. He pulled back and let out a slight howl. “You see that! She’s mine; I don’t know what you think… is going to happen, but she’s my wife.”
I looked away from him, my head throbbing, my eyes burning for a moment as he continued with his speech. I closed my eyes briefly, sucking a deep breath before letting it fall against the air. I grew increasingly dizzy as the moments passed, and the longer I stood there, the more irritated I became. I drifted off in the background as Rick and Negan discussed formalities. I brushed past the Saviours as I moved to the truck.
Night fell as quickly as I was back in my room, breastfeeding Michael, shutting my eyes as I rocked against the rocking chair. The soft sound of the chatter outside of the window calmed me slightly. The door slammed shut; I could hear his footsteps thudding against the ground. His boots slid off and tumbled against the floor. “I love you; I will never let Rick, Dwight, or any man have you. You mean everything to me; you’re mine, and I intend on keeping it that way.” I pried open my eyes, watching him through blurred vision. He stood there, leaning against the wall.
I got up, placing Michael in a wooden crib covered with soft, thin blankets to prevent him from getting splinters as he would chew on the surroundings if he were up early enough. I tasked Dwight with finding me a different crib for him; after each run, whatever team partakes in, I always receive a report back with an update on any cribs. I brushed his hair out of his face; I tensed as I felt Negan’s body press against mine. I could feel the warmth radiating over me and his head nuzzled in my neck. His lips gently pecked at my skin, slowly as he moaned softly. His hands danced against my waist momentarily, pulling me back into the bedroom. I spun around to face him, noticing a look on his face. I could smell it on him. I chuckled for a moment, tossing my hand in his face. I moved our shared bed.
Before I could make it to bed, his hand gripped my upper arm. I stumbled back into him. “Don’t walk away from me,” his voice was stern. “Stop walking away for me.” his voice now pleading. His grip loosened as his thumb gently caressed my skin. His hand swiftly moved to my neck –gasping, my hand immediately covered his. He forced my head to the left, our noses meeting slowly he brushed his against mine. “Stop walking away from me,” he repeats, his handcuffing my cheek.
Our lips collided, my hands moving to his neck as I yanked him closer, letting our bodies tumble onto the bed. I crawled back, trying to keep our lips connected. He pulls back; I fall against the bed and watch him yank my pants down. He doesn’t speak; he usually never does. His fingers, moved on my thighs as he dragged me closer to him. I gasped softly, at the feel of his lips against my clit, his warm tongue tracing patterns as I grabbed his head. “Oh my-” I moaned softly, bucking my hips against my face.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, moving to my stomach before, kissing my clit again, his finger slid inside me. Slowly he pumped, his knuckles pounding against my lips as he continued eating me out. Holding my breath, I let out disgruntled moans. My hands gripped the sides of his head before moving to my face, and my knuckles moved to my mouth as I bit down. I called out his name softly, he pushed my hand away shoving his finger into my mouth. He shoved it deeper into my mouth as he watched me choke on his finger, my eyes watered as my tongue moved to push his fingers out of my mouth, and yanking them out, I cursed at him. Shutting my legs slowly.
He moved back on top of me, his body weight resting on his hand. “Put it in,” he commanded; I sat there for a moment. My hand hesitantly moving to his dick, I grabbed at it, not bothering to jerk him off. I lined him up at my entrance; I tugged on my bottom, expecting him to shove it in as he usually does. His tip slowly slides in; his face contorts for a moment.
He moves slowly; I gasp softly, taking sparse and sporadic breaths as he fills me. Finally, he puts all his weight on his forearm, his face closer to mine as he grabs my leg, tossing it around his waist. “I love you” he whispers, into my ear. His thrusts were slow and passionate; he moaned gently in my ear as he nibbled at my ears. “Do you love me?”, I opened my mouth but was interrupted by him thrusting into me. I struggled to push out a yes, my hands clawing at his back as I tightened my legs around his waist.
“Say it”
“I love you, D,” I paused, my heart thudding against my chest. I began to notice how heavier he was, how his stomach pressed against mine, and how he just stopped breathing. Fuck. He stopped thrusting; I could feel the anger seething from his skin. I didn’t know what to say. Should I just continue moaning? Should I be aloof?
He lifts himself, and I swiftly close my eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-I wasn’t thinking about him.” was all I mustered out.
“No?” he chuckles, the cool air brushing against my body. He was leaving. “You’re fucking moaning his name when I’m fucking you,” he shouts; I look away.
“You’re going to wake Michael,” I whispered, his footsteps thudding against the room. His hand gripped my arm as he pulled me up. I opened my eyes, watching him.
“Do you love him?” His voice was eerily calm.
“No,” I lied; of course, I did. I loved how he made me feel, how wanted he made me feel, and how precious I was to him. How he was so gentle with me, no matter what I did. But I would never love him the way I love Negan…No matter what this sadistic maniac does, I would never love anyone as I loved him.
He chuckles, tossing me back on the bed. “Fuck you YN.”
#imagines#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead imagine#the walking dead imagines#negan imagine#negan smith imagine#negan imagines#negan smith x reader#negan smith imganes#the walking dead dwight#dwight x reader#the walking dead#imagine#requests are open#requested
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yasss, your reqs are finally open again!! so happy to see it <3
could you do Ash, Thalita, Dwight, Rebecca and Ace with a killer s/o (or crush (or friend)), who's just..very chill? Trials with them filled with zero sadism or hard feelings, they are just, yk, doing their job. Sometimes giggling at the stupid things survivors do, ask if everything's alright if someone falls or bumps into something, and letting everyone go on a good day if they just ask good enough!!
🦞loveyou
this was fun to do!! looove survivor x killer lol <33
also tried to make the relationship ambiguous so it can be read as either romantic or platonic!
Dwight Fairfield:
If you asked him, Dwight wouldn’t lie, you still scare him a little bit, even though he knows you’re generally harmless outside of doing what the Entity asks you. And you being friendly doesn’t really help him make sense of his feelings. It’s a confusing concoction and he never knows how to act around you.
If you come to help him after he falls on his face while trying to vault away from you, his face flushes red — he still tries to act brave in front of you, though. He quickly tells you he’s alright and dusts himself off. He kind of sits there awkwardly in front of you for a moment before gesturing that you should get back to your chasing.
He’s usually the first to ask if you can let everyone go. Typically blurted out in fear when you have him down, but sometimes he very awkwardly walks up to you after you’ve hooked or downed someone to ask if you’ll let them all live, fidgeting with his hands. He knows chances are you can’t, but he also knows it doesn’t hurt to ask if you’re willing to listen.
Ace Visconti:
Of course, Ace is a gambling man. When he noticed you looming over him while he worked on a generator, he decided he should try his luck committing to the generator. You didn’t immediately stab him, so maybe it’ll work this time — out of the hundreds of other times he’s tried it. He was surprised when he realized he had finished the generator and you had left to bother someone else. Looks like his luck is finally turning around…
He usually takes risks like this with you. It’d happen with any killer, honestly, but he feels more safe taking gambles when it’s with you. He’ll commit to working on generators, instantly run to save teammates, try to pull himself off of the hook, even. Sometimes it doesn’t pay off the way he wants to, if you decide to mess with him, but that doesn’t dampen his spirit.
This means he’s usually also the first to offer himself in place of one of his teammates. He kind of banks on you loving him enough you’ll spare both of them, but he knows sometimes he needs to go or you enjoy messing with him a bit. He tends to see it as more of him earning points to cash out with you, like you’ve killed him this many times, you should let him go this time. This works a little better.
Ash Williams:
Ash’s bravery — perhaps more accurately, stupidity — regarding evil creatures isn’t exactly a secret. He was always bold and hanging around you when he shouldn’t have been, he was the first to find out that you’re relatively harmless compared to most of the other killers. Due to said “bravery,” of course — but he finds it just groovy that you’re a cool killer.
If you’re in a trial with survivors who don’t already know you’re chill, he loves casually hanging around you and seeing the panic on their face as they try to get him away from you. This would fall on deaf ears even if he didn’t personally know you, but he really gets a kick out of it. You and him can always share a laugh over little things like this.
He will test his luck sometimes by being annoying or baiting hits from you. He knows you don’t actually want him dead, so he has fun messing with you and seeing what he can get you to do. He loves when you get a little playful and go along with it, pretending like you’re really out to get him — it’s so much fun for him.
Rebecca Chambers:
Rebecca would have surprised you by being brave enough to trust that you didn’t want to hurt everyone for your own pleasure, rather than for your job. She may have seemed hesitant, but eased up when she saw how comfortable you were with everyone. There was no bloodlust or craving for violence — you seemed…normal. As normal as you can be, at least, she guessed.
She first got close to you when she ran up to heal a downed teammate and saw you standing there. She felt safe getting them up in front of you, and even gave you a thumbs-up when you let them run off. There was a moment between the two of you before you began chasing her instead.
She doesn’t typically mind when you have to kill a few of the survivors. She knows you have to. As long as you’re nice to everyone and knows you’re not doing much more than a job, she, at least, accepts it. She treats you with the same respect you treat all the other survivors with.
Thalita Lyra:
Thalita was sure her people skills would earn her favors with a killer at some point. Even a monstrous serial killer should be able to be charmed by her, she thought. She was relieved when you had agreed to spare everyone’s lives after a tough, long-winded trial. She knew at that moment you couldn’t be as bad as the rest of them.
She’s competitive and enjoys a bit of fun with you, often baiting you into chasing her around so she can see how long either you or her will last. Of course, there’s the added bonus of this allowing her teammates some time, but it’s mainly to sate her competitive spirit. The others frequently see the two of you running around the grounds laughing to yourselves.
She honestly loves being with you. It makes her feel like she’s building a community again — building a bridge between the survivors and the killers. Perhaps you’re the first step to the two groups coexisting. She knows it’s probably a pipe dream, but you know her, so you know even if that’s true she’ll still work towards it, now with you.
#inbox#dwight fairfield#ace visconti#ash williams#rebecca chambers#thalita lyra#gender neutral reader#killer reader#dbd imagines#dbd x reader#dbd x you#dwight fairfield x reader#ace visconti x reader#ash williams x reader#rebecca chambers x reader#thalita lyra x reader
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Frank: Sheesh! That wasn't very cash money of you Dwight, You're gonna have to stop being cringe if you wanna be the most Bussin . But FR Dwight, No Cap, You sure are such a Cheugy, Like right now you're caught in 4K being this down bad to simp and Rizz up Kate by rescuing them, yet you can't save yourself. It just aint it chef FR FR.
Dwight (On the ground bleeding out) : PLEASE! Just Kill Me Already!
#dbd#dbd oc#dead by daylight#dbd funny#dbd rp#dbd meme#dbd ask blog#dbd frank#dbd legion#dbd dwight#//could you imagine Vaas from FC3 giving his famous speech with this vocabulary?
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When the Reader brings home an animal. Part 2.
Pyramid Head, Dwight, Mastermind,
Pyramid Head
What do you have there?
Yes, you have something.
He can see something squirming in your shirt.
He doesn't know a lot about humans, but he knows that isn't normal.
What is that?
It's called a squirrel?
What a unique creature.
Is it safe to hold it like that?
Will it bite you?
He's very protective.
But he won't be angry with you.
He's more worried that you'll get hurt.
Once you assure him the little critter won't hurt you, he'll start warming up to the idea.
The squirrel likes to climb on top of his head.
It's really cute to watch your hulking boyfriend walking around with a little squirrel hanging off of him.
He loves to pet it.
He's never pet a fluffy animal before.
At first he'll be super scared of hurting it.
Just guide him on how to pet the little cutie.
He likes to bring his tiny companion little snacks that he finds in other realms.
He'll be chasing a survivor and suddenly stops; he found an acorn.
Watching him so relaxed and happy with his adorable little friend is heartwarming.
All three of you love to cuddle and often fall asleep together.
Dwight Fairfield
Something in your bag is moving!
It just moved again!
He's freaking out.
Until you pull out this tiny tortoise.
Oh.
He feels kind of embarrassed.
Just laugh about it.
He doesn't know anything about tortoises.
"They're kind of like turtles, right?"
He's going to spend free time researching all about and how to care for your tortoise.
He's not very original at naming things, but the little creature's name is Tort now.
It's cute.
He swipes things from other realms to give to his little friend.
"No! I swear Mrs. Huntress, I'm just grabbing some plants to feed my pet tortoise."
Anna gets confused, but if that's the reason...
Okay then.
But Dwight's going out of way to take care of Tort.
He calls it your and his baby.
He often brags about Tort like he's a child.
"Yesterday, Tort ate an entire head of lettuce on his own."
Sometimes he'll set his glasses on Tort.
"Look honey! I put my glasses on him! Isn't he cute?"
Dwight didn't get a pet growing up.
So this, is super special.
It's like you three are a happy little family.
Mastermind
Despite his rugged stoic demeanor.
Wesker does like animals.
So when you found a little raven and tried to hide it.
He wasn't angry.
A little irritated that you tried to sneak it past him.
But not angry.
"Did you find this one injured?"
If so, he's going to help patch the poor creature up.
Almost like he's done this before
He's not big on naming things, that will be left up to you.
He'll be fine with almost anything.
Otherwise, the name will be Raven.
If he's reading or simply relaxing, he likes having his little bird on his shoulder.
It puts him at ease when he sleeps too.
If Wesker doesn't react right away, the raven will warn him.
Ravens are highly intelligent creatures and can easily be trained.
Aside from sitting on his shoulder, Wesker has taught the little birdie to retrieve objects for him.
"Damn. Raven, could you find my pencil?"
He's proud of his bird and himself.
Sometimes he'll ask Raven to get you.
He's trained Raven to follow you around when he isn't near by.
If you're ever in any danger, he reports back to Wesker.
"Now we both can protect you, Dearthart."
He loves you both dearly.
#dbd imagines#dbd ask blog#dbd x reader#dbd killer#dbd survivor#dbd dwight#dbd pyramid head#dbd mastermind
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Michael’s date
Pairing: Michael Scott x reader
Warnings: None
Requested by: @johnnysmarr
Plot: Ohayo! 😊 could I request something for Michael Scott? A scene where it's their first date together and the reader is really shy but Michael makes her feel comfortable as possible? Thank you 🩷
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You had been working for Dunder Mifflin for about a good four years now, and since Pam started at about the same time, you both became instant friends.
Seeing that as it be with Pam being your closest friend and all, you were discovering new feelings for your manager, Michael Scott and those feelings grow stronger every day, so much that you are uncertain on how much longer you could hold your secret crush in. You didn’t even want to say a word of this to Pam, despite of her being your closest friend. In all honestly, you weren’t quite sure how to approach and take a look at those feelings in your head.
The very day Michael had asked you for a date, you hoped for that first first date experience in the past could finally be left behind. It was one of those where your date “forgets” his wallet and you ended up having to use almost your full paychecks for whatever activity you chose to go do. You wanted to shake it out of your head, but of course it was impossible… for now at least. There were plenty of fish in the sea, and everyone had to do the waiting until the right one for them swims by for you to catch.
So when it came time for you date with Michael Scott, who by the way, asked you out two years after you started working for the company, it was pretty obvious that you were a little shy once Michael swings by to pick you up for your date night. But a hint of confidence started brewing within you when Michael doesn’t just show up by himself, but with a bouquet of your favorite colored roses. The next thing that helped you to become less shy was when he offered his arm out for you to take before walking you out to his car parked next to the curb. It was as if he had a sixth sense that allowed for him to read your emotions and to know how you must be feeling, while driving to the restaurant were reservations had been made, Michael started asking you the getting to know you questions in addition outside of the office.
While doing so, one of the first questions he asks you is what kind of music genre you preferred and when you told him rock, hard rock, punk rock, and alternative, he turns the radio on to the rock station and the first song you both get to hear is The Offspring’s “Self Esteem” and before you know it, you’re both singing along to it, although Michael does find it a tad bit obnoxious.
“The more you suffer, the more it shows you really care. Right? Yeah!”
Your date with Michael was actually the first date you’ve ever been on, and all you could say it gave you the time of your life as it seemed to end rather too quickly.
There was definitely a connection between you and Michael, as for the next day while working in the warehouse department, Michael had come down not to just visit you, but to also hide from his boss, Jan. But when he gets to where you are, he sees Roy hitting on you once again while making yet another attempt to ask you out. Michael steps into your defense and suspended Roy from his job and paycheck before calling Hank to come and escort Roy to his car while staying behind to make sure Roy was off company property. After having made sure you were okay, Michael decides to take you back upstairs to the office and that’s exactly where Jan was waiting with her arms crossed and an agitated expression before Michael explained what happened just minutes before returning.
Jan takes it to David Wallace and speaks to him about it, along with Toby. The result of this happening was corporate fired Roy and refused him his last paycheck. When the end of the work day comes up close, Michael called you back to his small office space and asks you out for a second date. Of course, you accept and a fun night exploring New York in the cold weather together.
After several more dates together, you both made your relationship official not to just family and friends outside of work, but eventually to everyone you worked with in the office.
They all now know.
The relationship lasted two years until Michael decides it’s time to get you a ring, he felt the timing was right and he was ready to pop the question and make big comments with you, and it was truly a happy ending.
You said “Yes” to his proposal.
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@dundermisfits
Requests: open
Characters:
• Michael Scott
• Dwight Shrute
• Andy Bernard
• David Wallace
• Jim
• Pam
• Angela Martin
• Kelly Kapoor
• Karen
• Erin
#the office imagines#the office imagine#the office x reader#the office#michael scott#dwight schrute#david wallace#jim#pam#karen#angela martin#kelly kapoor#request#requested#requests
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𝐃𝐖𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒. ─── ☾ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒' 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒
Masterlist || The Office Masterlist || Wattpad
Word Count: 2.5k
Pairing: Dwight Schrute x Fem!Reader
Warning: None uwu
English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D
"Jealous?"
Jim's voice resounded in Dwight's left ear, who raised the stick about to hit him for the scare it had given him, but, seeing the small smile that he had plastered on his face and that he seemed not to want to remove quickly, it just confused him. It was expected that Halpert would have tried to protect himself or get away from him, but he didn't do any of that and only moved his eyebrows in a suggestive way, making Schrute slightly annoyed by that, obviously not understanding the mood that his partner had with him.
"What?" Dwight asked in confusion, slowly lowering her arm and placing the cane on his desk, folding her arms again and fixing his gaze on the same spot he had been staring at for the last quarter of an hour. "Why would I be jealous? Be specific."
Jim sighed at Dwight's attempt to appear tough, for although he had been chatting with Pam throughout the party, he had been surprised to find that Schrute had been watching you from his desk for much longer than usual to do it and, for some reason they didn't understand, he hadn't approached you at all to congratulate you on the holidays as he had done every year; the whole office knew that you and Dwight had such a close relationship that you came to consider each other's best friends, they didn't even know how that was possible, but they decided that you were too charming and nice, and he couldn't take your cute girly charms.
"Well, because you haven't been able to be with (Y / N) all day and that's why you're in such a bad mood," Jim said, shrugging his shoulders and making his lips form a straight line, receiving a quick look from his partner. "I'm not saying it. It's what we all think because of how you try to pierce his head with your gaze, or that you wanted to disintegrate it."
"Don't be an idiot, of course, I don't want to disintegrate it and I haven't developed that ability to do it either," he murmured between light throat clearings so that he wouldn't be understood much, rather so that you wouldn't hear him, even if there was more than a meter between you and a cloud of music prevented you from hearing more than what those around you were saying.
"So if you're jealous," the chestnut-haired man affirmed, seeing how his companion turned abruptly towards him and looked at him with wide-open eyes, almost making him look like an owl. "What? It's true."
"I'm not jealous," Dwight denied with annoyance, feeling a shiver run down his entire spine and stop specifically at the nape of his neck, making the hairs in that area stand on end. "What makes you think in such a primitive way?"
"Because you've been kept away from her for the entire party," Halpert pointed out. "You always spend the day together but today I haven't seen you or shared lunch. Excuse me for saying it, but it's really weird and now everyone avoids you being with her because they're dancing,” he continued. "Why don't you come over and dance with her? Even I have, and she has told me that she was looking forward to sharing a dance with you."
"Yes, yes, of course," he said sarcastically, the one with glasses. "I haven't seen you guys together at the party, and I'm pretty sure she didn't say that."
Although Dwight greatly appreciated your company, to the point where he wanted to share every little achievement with you thanks to your way of accepting it with all its weirdness and nonsense, he knew that you couldn't just aspire to someone like him, who was already rather, but perhaps you deserved someone who had a more important position within the company, such as director, because, after seeing you sigh so many times and mention that you almost saw that position as unattainable for all employees, he worked tirelessly to get it, even having to betray Michael once just to impress you; you thought the way he tried to be a director was stupid and, although you gave him a good slap, you encouraged him to try to get that position in another way.
Dwight loved everything about you and even though he sounded too corny, he liked you a lot and just for being you. You had all the qualities to make someone like you and he fell for you.
And, going back to the same thing, precisely he hadn't told you his feelings for fear of rejection, for misreading the signs and looking like an idiot in front of you, and for fear that you would stop being her friend; he trusted very few people, his concerns were known only to his cousin Mose, and sometimes not even him, but with you, he was like an open book and could easily explain how the birth of one of his mares had been like how he could tell you how frustrated he felt when not getting the sale with a minor customer, but it was your way of listening to him and encouraging him that made him feel that way with you.
You were special and now, in your little red dress with white trim, you almost looked like a little angel to her.
Jim, as Dwight continued to watch you, could tell how he sighed wearily and his gaze drifted slowly to his restless hands.
"No, you can't do that!"
Angela's shout made the two vendors forget about the topic that was happening to focus on what was happening inside the meeting room and that is that, surprisingly, you found yourself under the mistletoe with Kelly, who was more than excited to share a kiss with you.
"Don't listen to Angela!" Michael exclaimed, pushing several of his employees away from him so he could leave the room. "I'm going for the camera, this must be immortalized!"
"Michael, wait," Jim stopped him suddenly, seeing how he looked at him with wide eyes urgently while his legs kept moving as if he were running. "What's happening?"
"Kelly and (Y/N) are going to kiss, and I refuse to let that not go down in Dunder Mifflin's history."
Both sellers looked at each other for a brief moment before submerging themselves among the small mass of people to be able to see the meeting that, although it had not been planned, had greatly pleased Michael; he knew that Angela was forbidden mistletoe, she didn't like to see people share kisses in public and she refused to let the same happen in the office, but when he had the opportunity, he hung several small clusters in the most popular places of the Office.
"Come on, Angela, it's just a kiss," Pam tried to calm her down, seeing her turn a strongly reddish tone because of her anger and embarrassment.
"I'd still put up with it if this happened between a man and a woman, but I refuse to let this happen," she said, pointing at you and Kelly.
You, although smiling and calm, couldn't help but be amused by Angela's reaction and, even though you had mentioned to Kelly that that wouldn't be the best choice for a kiss because she was in front of the Catholic, she didn't care much when she yelled that I was going to kiss you in front of the whole office. That, eventually, caused a stir among your colleagues, and quickly many had taken out their mobile phones to record what would happen in a few minutes.
"Angela, it's not a big deal," you spoke. "It will be something fast, you will not notice."
"I'm going to find out because I'll be present," she pointed out with some anger.
"Somebody covers his eyes, we're not going to make it any longer than it should."
Dwight couldn't believe what he had heard about you, and he hadn't expected it either, he hadn't even thought about the possibility that you liked women.
Many of the men in the office placed their large hands on Angela's face, trying to prevent her from seeing your quick kiss with Kelly and, although it was quiet and without any lewd element, everyone present cheered for the peak that you gave each other. You didn't mind kissing someone of your gender, you wouldn't be offended by something so silly, and Kelly was a super pretty girl who you liked a lot.
"It can't be, I haven't recorded it!" Michael exclaimed as he poked his head over Schrute's shoulder. "Jim, Dwight, did you record it?"
Dwight didn't fully hear anything his boss said as all his senses were focused on you and Kelly and how your cheeks had reacted to the kiss because as soon as he saw how red you both turned, he couldn't help but think that his only chance to be with you had been complete nonsense, nonsense. For a moment, he thought that you had only been nice to him, something usual in people, and you had no intention of exciting him to the point of making him think that maybe he had a chance to be with you in a romantic relationship, nor could he blame you for it that he liked you, and he couldn't help it because of how you were.
"Are you sure you're not jealous?"
Jim's question irritated him and, although nobody expected it, Dwight began to hit him hard with the stick that he had brought with him to punish him for suggesting such a thing.
Although you had been joking around, and everyone believed that Schrute had started hitting Halpert in a playful way as had happened on occasion, you couldn't help but think that there was something else in Dwight that had made him express himself that way. You knew him well, and judging from his slightly wrinkled nose and the way his body loomed over Jim, you could tell something had bothered him, something that Halpert had said had broken the salesman's patience.
Suddenly, Pam's slight jolt brought you back to reality, and even though she'd struck up an animated conversation with you about how the kiss had felt and how embarrassed Angela felt, you couldn't help but continue to stare at Dwight from behind a distance, observing how he did not enter the meeting room and that he went into the kitchen while walking very angry. You knew you had to talk to Dwight as soon as possible, find out what he had provoked to calm him down, so you quickly moved away from Beesly under an apology to follow your friend.
Dwight, once he got into the kitchen, threw his stick to the floor in anger, subsequently stepping on it as he tried to relieve the stress he felt about himself and the pain that had settled so deep in his chest. He had been with Angela a few years ago, they had both broken up, and he had felt really bad about how the breakup had happened, but that didn't compare to how he felt at the time.
"Dwight."
Your voice, calm and sweet as it sounded on any other day, he heard behind him and though he had no intention of turning around to face you, it was your small hand on his right that made him turn around to meet your concerned face. His dull eyes met your bright ones that, curious and sad, seemed to denote the concern you felt about how he had behaved with Jim.
His body was wrapped by your arms that, shorter than his, remained around his waist under a strong grip that made him stay even more still than when he had seen you.
"What happened to you?" You asked, moving away from him a little so you could look into his eyes. "Was it because of something Jim said to you? Because, if so, I can talk to him so he doesn't bother you."
"No," he denied quickly, moving his head from side to side to emphasize his response. "It's not entirely because of Jim."
"Okay," you murmured, a little confused by his response. "Jim has made you angry, but something else is bothering you. What is it?"
It was a bit strange for you that Dwight looked away from you, normally it was the other way around because of the intensity with which he looked at you, but you understood what he wanted to tell you when you met his eyes again, noticing a singular brightness that you had never seen before seen in it. It wasn't the light from the kitchen that had caused it, but a much more beautiful and sweet feeling than you could have imagined for a moment and, although you wanted to deny the possibility, you couldn't help but smile softly.
« It wasn't just Jim that bothered you, right? But it was also me », you thought.
Your hands, previously placed on his waist, were placed on his cheeks and, before he could react to move away or realize what you were about to do, you stood on your tiptoes so you could join your lips in a sweet and long kiss that ended the moment you noticed that you were not reciprocated. You didn't think much of it at the time you acted, figuring the problem was with you because maybe he liked you, but when you didn't notice a lip move coming from him, you worried you might have misread the signs.
"Dwight," you called when you saw how red the tip of his nose had turned and how wide his eyes were. "I'm sorry. I must have misunderstood you, right?"
Schrute lifted his head so he could look up at the ceiling, his eyes sweeping across the white expanse, until he met your eyes again with an expression of confusion at his frown.
"There is no mistletoe," he stated, now making you frown at him. Why do you kiss me if there is no mistletoe?
"Because I don't need an excuse to kiss you," you murmured. "I thought you were angry because of something Jim said to you and because you liked him and because he had kissed Kelly," you explained quickly, moving your hands in an attempt to emphasize your answer. "I thought that everything had come together, and that's why you had hit him, but I see I was wrong."
"What does that mean?" He asked, noticing how the palms of his hands were beginning to sweat from the nerves. "The excuse thing, what does it mean?"
Your little smile, sweet and affectionate, caused a flock of butterflies to be unleashed on him.
"You know perfectly well what that means," you murmured, reaching out to take his hands even if they were soaking wet.
The two of you, guided by the moment and the impulses of your respective hearts, leaned towards each other, placing your hands on each other's cheeks, before meeting in a little inexperienced kiss in which you tried to learn what the other needed. Your noses collided slightly and, between short laughs, you continued that Christmas kiss that you had expected so much from the other.
"They're adorable," Pam whispered as she peered through the cracks in the kitchen curtain at what was going on inside her.
"If you say it, it's because it has to be that way," Jim murmured, shrugging his shoulders, smiling gently as you and Dwight separated to hug each other.
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