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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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luvfy0dor · 7 months

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fyodor angst to fluff pls(reader scolds him for overworking then he gets mad so she gets sad so he feels bad basically 🐀)

"Breaks are good ♡" Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader !! ༉‧₊˚.

╰┈➤ Fyodor Dostoevsky ♡

Description; Fyodor is stubborn most times when it comes to putting a stop to his work, but if it's something his lover wants so badly for him, he might as well comply, right?

Warnings; Spoilers for Fyodors motive/DOA plan, angst, Idk if this counts as soft!Fyodor help

A/N; Sorry this took a couple days to put out, it's been quite a week dawg 🫥writing this out was like a retreat y'all don't even know

Fyodor had always been a man dedicated to his work, but you can't help feeling like sometimes he gets a little sucked into his task. Fyodor himself even knows it, though he will swear up and down that the amount of work he does is highly necessary. Every time he tries excuses his excessive working, you just sigh and shake your head. This time was different though, you were fed up.

Fyodor had a little room for himself, dedicated to his plan of ridding ability users from the world, that he would hole himself in to keep his focus. He didn't forbid you from entering, but he highly influenced you not to while he was hard at work. He didn't mind when you brought him tea or anything, but he got remotely ticked off when you would urge him to take a break or come to bed, insisting on another thirty minutes or so. Tonight, you decided that he needed to implement a habit of taking a break, he had to be exhausted, right?

You carefully stirred the tea that you made for Fyodor, walking slowly towards his little room. You gently knocked on the door, hearing a soft and muttered "come in" from the other side. When you opened the door, Fyodors eyes were still glued on the screens in front of him. You let out a soft sigh as you walked towards him, setting the tea in front of the man.

"Thank you, my dear." He said with a soft smile, grabbing your hand gently and kissing your knuckles. Your heart swelled a bit at his gentle action, but it only made you crave more attention from your boyfriend. "Uhm, fedya, I was thinking..." He sighed. "I already know what you were thinking, no. I need to get this done." He says firmly, his smile fading to a more neutral expression. You felt a small pang in your heart, a frown coming over your face.

"Come on, Fyodor. I can't keep letting you sit here and work yourself to death. It's all you do, work, work, work, and some more work." You said, a hint of annoyance in your voice, to which he side eyed you. "My dear, you clearly don't understand. Can we talk about this later? When I'm finished?" He says, his tone also slightly irritated. Your eyebrows furrow.

"No, Fyodor. We're not going to ignore this, are you not exhausted? Constantly working, you barely have time for me, let alone yourself! All I ask is that you take a break here and there, is it really that difficult?" You practically pleaded with the lanky man in front of you. He seemed as though he couldn't be bothered with your concerns, too irked by your constant insistence on him stepping away from his job for a while to even care.

He sighed heavily, swiveling his chair to face you. "You act as though you're the one doing the work. A break is unnecessary if I can just do it all in one sitting. That prolongs the ultimate time it takes me to get it done, don't you get that?" He replied, his thumb and pointer finger squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Yes, but you're still overworking yourself! You do too much in such little time, you need to stop for a minute. Your work is like a plague to you, it consumes you entirely in the worst way possible." He rolls his eyes. "You're quite dramatic." He says, returning his attention to his screens. You felt hurt by Fyodors ignorance, furrowing your eyebrows and balling up your fists a bit.. "Wow, okay. You don't even care, do you?" You mutter. He takes a glance over at you before continuing his typing.

You sigh loudly before angrily speaking. "Why do you get so defensive every time I try to get you to take a break? There's no way you're not utterly exhausted will all of this, Fyodor." You desperately say, you voice cracking a bit as you try to get your point across to Fyodor. "You're only distracting me and wasting more time." He says, making your heart sink. "Wow, alright." You say angrily, your voice a bit shaky as you storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You truly didn't get it, what was his problem with taking a quick break? It wasn't killing him, or anyone for that matter. There were so many reasons why a break is necessary; you knew his line of work was dangerous and put him directly in deaths way if he wasn't cautious, and had he died you would absolutely regret not pestering him. He could very much be overworking himself, raising his irritability and lack of energy. What you didn't understand was why he couldn't see the issue with his bad habit.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you marched your way back to the shared bedroom you and Fyodor had occupied every night; angrily crawling under the covers and huffing as you settled into a comfortable position, facing away from the door. You stirred with your angry thoughts, not even wanting to get water just because of the thought of running into your boyfriend. You were so mad that he wouldn't just be understanding of your side too, you genuinely wondered what had crawled up his ass tonight. I mean, is it seriously that difficult to just hear you out?-

"My dear..? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you like that."

His soft voice sounded throughout the bedroom, making your mind go quiet for a moment. You let out a small 'huff' to let him know you were awake, but still disgruntled over the whole conundrum. He sighed in response, quietly shutting the door behind him and cutting off any light from the hallway. You could feel the blanket lifting and the mattress dipping next to you.

"Did you want to talk about it..?" He quietly murmurs, trying to keep you calm as he spoke. You rolled over, sniffling and wiping any stray tears that had overflowed from your eyes. "Please don't cry, moya lyubov.." he says, his face seeming expressionless, but you could tell there was a smidge of guilt behind his pretty, purple eyes. You averted your eyes from his, your mouth hanging slightly agape as you gathered your thoughts.

"I just...Fyodor, you're gonna work yourself to death before you even get within arms reach of your goal." You say with a small frown. He just sighs, snaking one of his arms around your side to comfort you a bit. "I understand that you feel that way, but it's important that I get there as soon as possible." He says, using his other hand to brush some hair out of your face. You nod a bit. "Yeah...I guess you're right, but...could you please just start to take breaks? Just...you know, just five to ten minutes every couple of hours?"

He thinks for a moment before reluctantly nodding. "I suppose I could, but only because my health seems to be so important to my love." He says softly, gently kissing your forehead. You smile, kissing his shoulder in response. "Good, I get nervous that one day you'll...you know, die and I won't have as much time with you to look back on as I would like to." You murmur against the soft fabric of his sweater, hearing him hum in acknowledgement.

"That's understandable, dear." He sleepily says, stroking your back as he rests his head on top of yours. Your hand goes up to twirl some of his long, dark hair around your pointer finger, observing his tired mannerisms. "Fedya, look at you, you're falling asleep already." You let out a soft laugh, as real of a problem it was that Fyodor was overworking himself, he looked kinda silly all drowsy and sleepy.

A soft smile tugs at the corners of Fyodors lips. "Yes, you're right. I guess you do know me pretty well, don't you, my dear?" He murmurs, his eyes closed. You smile with your boyfriend and continue twirling his hair around you're finger. "Ofcourse I do, and I know that you need some time for yourself."

"Alright, I will take a break next time, I promise." He mumbles, falling asleep in your arms with yet another goal in mind; completing all of his goals healthily.

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banquetwriter · 14 days

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hey !! I’d like to request a Johnnie x reader that has to do with you guys getting into some kind of fight and it’s just super bad so you leave and you guys go without talking and eventually Johnnie comes and apologizes to you and you guys talk it out

୨୧ Puffy eyes ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ screaming, arguing, lots of crying, Johnnie being desperate lol, not edited

summary: ʚ Johnnie and you fight and the makeup that happens after • fluff/angst ɞ

Words: 2891

An: Tara is my #1 and NO ONE can change that, the I'm doing my requests out of order bc i had more inspo for this one lol

You hadn't had ANYTHING to eat today. You were helping a friend out by watching her kid so obviously you couldn't leave the kid unattended. After a few exhausting hours, you had to help your different friend go shopping at a formal event they had coming up.

It was safe to say your brain was fried and scrambled. You set your bag down on the counter and fill up a glass of water. You took a second to let yourself sit in your misery before placing the empty cup in the sink and making your way to your shared room with Johnnie.

You slowly creaked open the door, he was sitting on his phone in his editing chair. You didn't even say anything, just sat your bag down and flopped onto the bed. But to your surprise, Johnnie doesn't say a thing, he just continues to type away on his phone.

Realistically it wasn't a big deal, sure it was annoying but texting people made him nervous so he was a slow texter. You rolled over onto your back looking up at the ceiling, then to your boyfriend.

You stared at him for at least a minute before you were fed up. “Johnnie?” you asked in a small voice. He silently looked up at you, not even putting his phone away. “What?” he asks after a beat of silence. You try to speak by opening your mouth but nothing comes out.

You get tears well up in your eyes, how embarrassing, you eventually managed to stutter out your thoughts. “N-nothing i-i just wanted to m-make sure you were ok.”

“Yeah. I'm fine,” he said looking back down at His phone. You wanted to cry, your annoying day wasn't getting any better. “OK, good. Let me know if you aren't,” you said, but your words seemed to fall on deaf ears. He didn't react, just continuing to text.

You inhaled sharply trying to prevent the tears threatening to spill from leaving your eyes. “What's wrong with you?” he asks in a bored tone.

The phrase takes you by surprise. He didn't ask what was wrong or if you were ok he asked what was wrong with you. Like it was some sick joke. “What?” you ask, staring at him, your eyes were already droopy, and could barely hold steady.

“You're just all whiny and bitchy right now,” he said, shrugging. You were taken aback. Never in your time dating Johnnie has he EVER said anything like this to you. “I’m-” you started trying to compose yourself from blowing over.

You're interrupted by the sounds of a digital keyboard clacking away. You look back at him to see he is no longer looking at you or paying any sort of attention to you but is instead texting again. Your sadness and pain turned to anger in a second.

“Who are you texting?” you ask in the most level-headed voice you can muster. “What?” he asked looking up again. “I asked ‘Who are you texting?’” you repeated. He stared at You blankly like it was a joke you were pulling on him.

But there was no joke, you were dead serious. “Just work stuff,” he muttered, continuing to type. Jealousy and suspension ran through your body, curious as to why he was acting so angry. He was also hiding who he was talking to.

Was he cheating?

You cursed yourself as soon as you thought about it. No. Johnnie would never. But would he? “No I get that but who?” you asked, sitting up. He eyed you in a funny manner, “Someone I'm trying to collab with.” he said, for once in this whole conversation not looking down at His phone.

“Cool. But who is it?” you ask again your suspicion growing tenfold. “Just this girl I-” You don't let him finish before you cut him off. “Girl?” you ask in a loud voice. His phone turns off automatically from inactivity. “Yeah. Is there a problem with me having female friends?” he asks, turning his chair towards you.

You squint your eyes at him as if to ask ‘Are you serious?’. “No, I have no issue with you having female friends. I am in what I thought was a very secure relationship. What I have issues with is you treating me like a little bitch and then hiding who you're texting, when it's some girl you're gonna “collab” with.” you say adding air quotes around your words.

The tension was thick, laced with the mallace your words held. “Woah. ‘What you thought was?’” he quotes sitting forward in your chair. “Hey, you listened to me for once! Good job!” you replied in a mocking cheery voice.

“So you're just gonna fucking dump me over what I do for work?” he said standing up. Your world felt like it was spinning. ‘Dump him?’ you hadn't mentioned breaking up with him but… if that's the first thing he thought of maybe he wanted that.

“Dump you?” you ask. “When have I said anything about that? I'm just upset with you,” you said, your tiredness gone. “Yeah upset at me for doing work!” he shouts at you. Johnnie hasn't yelled at you this whole time you've been dating.

You can't hold your tears in anymore. His loud demeanor cuts through your already fragile heart like a razor blade. You don't say anything letting your tears fall. Johnnie's face contours with regret at his words. “Y/n I-” he begins but you cut him off.

“I was never upset at you for doing your work. You treated me like shit and ignored me to text another girl, one you won't even tell me the name of.” your voice was calm but filled with anger. You slowly stood up reaching for your bag.

Johnnie followed suit trying to hold you. You smacked his contact away from you, his arms still outstretched as he slowly took a step back from you. Your eyes had turned into faucets, leaking all your sadness out. “Don't call me. Don't text me. If you think I am going to break up with you over a tiny argument, maybe we shouldn't talk at all.” you spat between your tears.

“Y/n no! I didn't mean-” but the rest of his words don't register as you grab your bag and run out of the room without bothering to close the door. He follows you, saying things your brain doesn't let you pick up. You practically ran downstairs where Jake was walking into the house.

He noticed something was clearly wrong and started to say something that you again couldn't hear. You brushed right past him leaving your house and getting into your car. You didn't know what or where you were going; you just drove.

You found yourself heading towards Tara’s house. You didn't know if she was even home or could have people over. You say in your car resting your forehead against your steering wheel. You reluctantly picked up your phone and dialed Tara’s number.

“Heyy girl,” Tara said. You tried to keep your voice level but failed. “Um, Tara? Are you home?” you asked, your voice breaking. You peeked in her driveway not seeing her flashy pink car. “Omg y/n I'm not no are you ok? What happened?” she asked quickly.

“Me and Johnnie got into a fight and he-” your voice broke with a sob. “I'm shopping right now but give me 15 I can be at my house! Where are you right now? Are you still there?” she asked in a panicked voice. “No, I left, I'm at your house,” you said, your voice creaking.

“Ok hang tight I will be right there,” she said before hanging the phone up. You put your phone on Do Not Disturb not having time to deal with anyone's bullshit right now. You stayed in your car just sobbing your eyes out.

It wasn't like you and Johnnie hadn't had arguments before but they weren't like this at all. He hadn't ever yelled. They usually get resolved quickly. But that was all gone now. You two probably weren't even dating anymore.

The idea just made you cry harder, you could see through bleary eyes that Tara had pulled in. She hastily got out of her car and ran to yours. You undid your seatbelt and opened the door. Tara’s arms were on you in an instant.

You continued to cry as she pulled you out of the car and helped you into her house. All you could do was bawl your eyes out on her couch. Tara ran around her house finding you some tissues then a cup of water then some vegan chocolate (better than nothing right) and eventually, she door-dashed you some Taco Bell.

By this point, your blubbering had cooled down and you were able to recount the argument to your loving friend. “He yelled at you? I don't think I've ever heard his voice get loud enough to register a yell.” Tara mumbles while taking a bite of her food.

You wipe your tears away nodding your head in agreement. “I don't even think we are together anymore,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. It's crazy how life can be so perfect then it comes crashing down out of nowhere.

“I don't think that's right y/n,” Tara says looking at you opening a sauce packet. You just shrug in response, how could this happen to you? You two felt so perfect. It was all broken now huh?

After a moment of silence, Taras's phone goes off. “Oh god, it's a call from Johnnie,” she mutters while picking it up. “Hello?” she asks, standing up and waking to the other side of the room.

You could tell she was trying to not let you hear the conversation. Fortunately or unfortunately you did hear. “Johnnie I don't think we should be really-” she stops for a second, you can't hear what he is saying but you know it's something long as for the next several seconds you hear nothing.

“Johnnie Johnnie calm down please,” Tara said, her voice much calmer than it was when she answered the phone. “I'm not going to tell you where they are-” Tara was cut off again. You can't hear him clearly but you can't tell he is hysterical.

She lets out a deep sigh, “Yes Johnnie they are safe I promise I'm looking at them right now.” she mutters, turning around to look at you. She looks at you for a little before you can hear the hysterical sounds again and she rolls her eyes looking back at the backdoor.

“You sniffle slightly looking down at the table before Tara comes pattering back over to you. “You need to talk to that boy soon,” she comments with an exaggerated look on her face.

You take a deep sigh and check your phone. Since you still had DND on you couldn't see any of your motifs, you unlock the phone to see that Johnnie had called you 48 times in a row. With several voicemails.

You turned on the first one to listen, checking the timestamp that was minutes after you left the house. “Hey, y/n please I'm sorry I didn't mean to make a big deal I was just upset earlier.” the voicemail clicked signaling it was the end. The next one was 30 minutes later.

“Hey, y/n please I'm getting really worried about you calling me back as soon as you can.” your heart burned as you heard his worried voice.

The next few voicemails were minutes apart.

“Y/n please I'm sorry where are you? Are you safe? Call me back, I'm sorry.” his voice was breaking and high-pitched.

“Y/n you have to call me back I'm so worried about you. Please I'm so sorry I promise we can work this out just call me.”

“Y/n, please! I never meant to hurt you. I swear that girl didn't even mean shit I didn't even wanna collab with her please.” he was sobbing now.

“Y/n please I'm gonna keep calling you until you answer.”

You checked and he had called you so much apparently he needed to call Tara to make sure you were ok. You felt your heart pinging after him wanted to just hear his voice again.

Just then your phone goes off with a call from Jake. Taras's eyes shoot up trying to see who it was. “It's just Jake,” you mutter before answering the phone. “Hello?” you ask.

There is silence before Jake answers back surprised, “Hey sorry I didn't think you would answer me um, look I know you're totally pissed at Johnnie which you have every right to be but do you think you could call him back? Uhh, I am not exaggerating when I say he is having a full-blown freakout right now.” Jake spoke the last part quietly.

Johnnie presumably was in the room with him so you took a deep breath. “Yeah, I can call him just tell him it will be a few ok? I didn't ignore his calls on purpose I had Do Not Disturb turned on,” you said looking at Tara while you spoke.

“Ok gotcha no worries just soon please he is freaking out right now,” Jake said again. “Bye Jake,” you muttered, hanging up the call. You took the phone from your ear and scrolled around till you found Johnnie’s contact. You took a deep breath before you called him.

He picked up instantly,“Y/n? Oh my god, you don't know how happy I was when you called. Are you ok? I mean I know you aren't ‘ok’ but are you safe?” he rambled for a second.

“Johnnie?” you asked quietly. There was silence on the other side. “Yes?” he croaked out quietly. “One question at a time, please calm down,” you said sadly. “Are you safe?” you took a deep breath. This was the Johnnie you fell in love with. The one who cared about you.

“Yes I'm safe at Taras,” you Said which did not make Tara happy, as she quickly made a cutting motion at her throat. “Ok. Ok good,” he said quietly. There wasn't any noise for a second. Both of you feel like kicked puppies.

“Can we talk in person? Please? I miss you.” he said, his voice filled with sadness. You would love to but you feared what would happen so close after the argument. “Yeah, we can just not today,” you promise him. He stays quiet over the line, you can feel his heart breaking.

“Yeah of course whenever you feel comfortable, ok?” He was trying and failing to sound very positive. You hung up the phone and spent the next few hours trying everything Tara thought would make you feel better. It was a sweet attempt but there wasn't much that could cheer your mood up.

Eventually, you made a makeshift bed on her couch and fell asleep. In the morning you borrowed Taras's bathroom and got ready. You hugged her goodbye and promised her that if you needed anything else you wouldn't hesitate to call.

Full of nerves you made your way to your own house. You stepped out of the car and unlocked your front door. You walked into the usually lively space that was now empty and sad. You gripped your bag tightly and made your way upstairs.

You opened the door to your room, and the sight you saw nearly shattered your heart into two. Johnnie, still wearing his clothes from yesterday, was clutching one of your sweatshirts. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy. Dark circles sat under his eyes.

He looked up at you as you entered the room. He didn't move, he just stayed on the bed. “Sweetheart-” you began dropping your bag and going to his side. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, nearly suffocating you with the force of holding you.

“I'm so sorry, I was upset because my computer crashed while I was editing and so I lost the footage and- it doesn't matter I'm sorry,” he mumbled into your shirt. Wet hot tears slowly slid down his face and made their way to your clothes.

“Johnnie, did you sleep last night?” you whispered towards him. He just shook his head no. “I forgive you. I promise. It was a stupid fight. I promise you I didn't and don't want to break up ok?” you said finally playing with his hair slightly.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he cried to you pulling away and meeting your eyes. “I don't know but it has to be something pretty good.” you joked. He laughed, wiping a few tears from his eyes. You assisted him with wiping them away by placing small kisses under his eyes.

You silently pulled him into the bathroom, getting him situated on the counter. You stood in between his legs cleaning off his day-old make-up. He sat silently as you tenderly cared for him. Eventually, you got him to drink a glass of water and helped him change into comfy clothes.

You lay down with him, being a big spoon of course. He made a million promises to you before dozing off. Your argument wasn't finished but it could take the back seat.

#johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert angst #johnnie x you #johnnie #jake and johnnie #johnnie x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert #j

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luveline · 2 years

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Can you do something with Sirius helping his gf who has really shaky hands? Mine are really bad and I get so frustrated sometimes!

tysm for ur req!!! hope this is okay ♡ fem!reader | 0.5k

Sirius is talking very passionately about his guitar. He often talks about his instruments like they're living people – beautiful women, in particular. You'd be jealous if he weren't always so ridiculously sweet on you. Even now, he talks and he's staring straight at your face, unflinching, that adoring uptilt to his smile.

You're trying to pay attention.

The waitress brings over your drinks and sets them down. Sirius pauses his retelling to smile at her and say, "Thanks so much. Is this one definitely decaf?"

"Definitely," she agrees.

Sirius says thanks again and picks your drink up as soon as she's gone to taste it. He pushes it towards you with a grimace. "Definitely decaf."

You're very grateful for his testing. "It'll taste better with sugar."

He makes a disbelieving humming sound and continues his guitar talk. Something about a cracked neck and how expensive everything is. You laugh in the right places though you're frowning, hands shaking as you try to rip open your sugar packet.

"Here," he says. He takes the packet out of your hand and rips it open with a dexterity that you envy. "So I told this guy, I'm not paying four fifty for it. That's madness. He starts getting smarmy with me," he chuckles and takes a second packet of sugar from your napkin to empty in. "'You know the shtick. If you don't like it, go somewhere else.' S'bad as a fucking scalper."

You murmur a bashful thanks as he takes your small spoon and stirs your coffee.

Your embarrassment hides a worse emotion, frustration thrumming under the skin and burning. You love that he wants to do these things for you.

You're just fed up of not being able to do them yourself.

"Anyways. That's what happened. Idiot," he mutters to himself as he drinks his own coffee.

"Did you find a different one?" you ask, threading your fingers through the handle. You will your hands to be steady.

"No," he says, sounding fond. "Listen, do you want a straw?"

"No, I can do it."

You can't. It's almost alright, but you tremble bad and coffee drips down the side. You're still trying when Sirius stands and leans over to encourage your hand back to the table. He skirts around and picks up your napkin to dry the spill and your burned fingertips. "Ouch," he murmurs sympathetically.

"I can't do it," you say, sighing.

"That's okay. That's fine. I'll get you a straw."

"I don't want to drink coffee from a straw," you complain, feeling childish and righteous at once.

"Babe," he says, something a little bit pleasing in his voice.

"Whatever," you say back.

Sirius doesn't take it personally. You cross your traitorous hands against your chest and watch him go, though when he comes back you find your eyes glued to the table.

He puts a straw in your cup.

He puts a straw in his own. You feel your brows furrow in confusion and then relax as he sips.

"What?" he asks.

"You don't have to-"

"And let you have all the fun?" He grins around his straw. "Drink up, sweetheart."

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black drabble #sirius orion black #sirius x you #sirius x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader fluff #marauders era #marauders #marauder x reader #x reader

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pieroulette · 9 months

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hi :)

can i please request a one shot with Yuma where you start getting sick but don't tell him because he will worry so when he finally finds out you aren't feeling well he rushes over and babies the shit out of you. like you're almost overwhelmed with his love for you

i appreciate you ♡

PROMISE | NAKAKITA YUMA、&TEAM

warning: just fluff meant to make u delulu 4 life (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)❤︎

getting sick is one thing and it shouldn't have bothered you this much considering it should only last three minimum days if you just take your meds. yet this annoyingly stubborn sickness persisted more than three days despite doing so.

it shouldn't have bothered you this much, really. yet the thing is you just couldn't bear your boyfriend to see you this way.

you couldn't let yuma who had been occupied with so much work recently to find out about your miserable state that you had been keeping for more than three days now with the initial thought that you would heal pretty fast.

even on the phone with yuma, you even go as far as to held the need to cough like a dying fish just to keep him from knowing about it. knowing very well that if he found out, he would drop everything at once and appear before your apartment's door.

this adorable boyfriend of yours is truly the embodiment of a perfect dream boy, yet to worry him just because of your petty sickness is not what you want to happen.

until your dumb of a best friend had to run her mouth in the group chat that also had your boyfriend in it—accidentally revealing that you had been sick for almost a week now.

accidentally, that is.

your boyfriend, in conclusion; is a very, very busy man and so he doesn't always check his messages and so you immediately texted your bestfriend to freaking unsend her message but all was done when you saw your boyfriend's profile below the messages amongst others, marking the 'read' status.

now your phone were bombarded with numerous messages from your busy boyfriend, asking you all sorts of questions ranging from 'how could you', 'why didn't you tell me', to 'i'm coming now.'

you sighed terribly at the last message your boyfriend sent you,

you: YUMA BABE U DONT HAVE TO EXAGGERATE 😃

yuma<3: idc. stay right there.

of course, your apartment door were immediately bombarded with relentless knocks and ringing doorbells. you pulled the door opened with your boyfriend's eyebrows knitted in a tight frown, eyes holding a thousand of questions, and his lips in a heavy pout and down to his pair of fists gripping a few plastic bags.

"holy- yuma, it's just a minor flu!"

"nah, get in."

with your head now rested on the couch and a few layers of blanket covering your entire frame, your boyfriend opens his mouth slightly apart—urging you to do the same so he can feed you a spoonful of hot broth.

the warm liquid pushes down your throat, immediately soothing your chest and lungs, you sighed contentedly at this special treatment, unable to suppressed your small grin and yet yuma narrowed his eyes at you still repeating this particular sentence since he arrived.

"how could you?"

"i just don't want to worry you."

"what else am i suppose to do if not worry?" yuma fed you another spoonful, "i'm your boyfriend, (name). get it in your head."

"but you are busy—"

"god, you wouldn't want me to keep quiet too if i was sick right?" yuma raised his eyebrow at you as he placed the bowl on the table.

that had you shutting your mouth really damn quick, retreating in defeat as you lowered and shook your head slightly. you of course, wouldn't want him to keep it from you even the slightest bit. of course, you would want to be there for him as well.

that thought alone had you wondering all sorts of scenarios and what if's.

noticing this, yuma closes the distance between you both, placing his palms on your head to take your attention from your devouring thoughts. and it worked as you met his tender feline eyes looking into your soul.

you were never good at eye contact as it only does nothing but had your crippling anxiety surfaces and manifests on your face and hands. yet the way your boyfriend does it; his feline orbs and the way the shape of his eyes fluttered like the graceful motion of a cat's tail swaying up and down—had your lungs bubbling up in traces of tiny hearts and bubbles of comfort.

"promise me, you wouldn't do this anymore."

you didn't answer, and opting to nod instead and he wasn't satisfied judging by how the palm on your head shifts to a pair of palms now on your heated cheeks.

you weren't entirely sure whether your heated cheeks was because of your sickness or because of your boyfriend's presence.

"answer me, (name)."

you nodded again as your lips hang slightly apart to enunciate that two words he desires to hear, "i promise."

that alone had his serious demeanour quickly switching to his usual character, his snuggle tooth emerging as his lips pulled up in a wide grin. one that never fails to have you giggling at how adorable he was.

with no hesitation, much to your surprise—he pulls you into his embrace with his arms now wrapped around your small frame, his body heat mingling with your intense ones.

you protested a bit, worried that he might get sick as well. yet he didn't budge one bit, smothering your face with kisses that he knew would help you recover quick.

"you got me worried, do you know?"

"i'm sorry." your voice vibrated against his chest, your ears caught on to how his heart beat skipped a few loud beats.

"it's fine now.. but when i get sick, kiss me alot as well, hm?" yuma hummed in pure delight as he placed

"are you sure?" you raised your head to look up to him, "i think we wouldn't stop getting sick if i do."

yuma places a chaste tender kiss on the rosy hue on the tip of your nose, which had you scrunching your nose in pure giggles. and he did the same— scrunching his nose playfully as his warm palms patted your hair down.

"who cares, i need my doses of kisses too, you know?"

"silly."

"you too."

#andteam #&team #andteam yuma #nakakita yuma #&team yuma #andteam scenarios #andteam imagines #andteam fluff #&team fluff #&team imagines #&team oneshots #&team fanfic

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yandere-fics · 7 months

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how would your ocs react to their darling say they would rather die than be with them

♡ How They React To Their Darling Saying They'd Rather Die Than Be With Them ♡

(I only did this for the city ocs because I have another thing I'm writing currently for the kingdom ocs)

She freezes when the words exit your mouth, trying her best not to react. You just want a reaction from her right? More love or attention? Maybe you want her to take you on a nice date? A gift? Yes it has to be something like that because there is no way you would say that and mean it.

"Babe, can you please not be so mean to me? I promise you that I will give you anything as long as you ask for it. You already know this..." She pauses, someone must have put this idea in your head. There's no way her soulmate could come up with such a cruel ploy for attention. Someone else told you it would be a good idea to say that and you being her sweet naive mate just believed them.

"Babe, come here real quick." She pulls out a pen and paper. "I just want to write down the info on the person who put you up to this."

Her claws were digging deep into your arms as she dragged you into her apartment, flinging you down. You land on the floor of the apartment entrance with a thud as she glares down at you. A stark contrast to the calm expression she normally took with you. Even on the longest of work days when you rejected all her advances, she managed to keep calm. Mostly because this was the first time you were so fed up with her advances that you outright denied her.

"Y/N, I have done my best to treat you right." She takes a step forward as you try to scramble back. "I've showered you in affection, treated you as a proper mate, treated you like you were the sweetest little thing, and yet you consistently show me that you don't seem to want to be treated that way."

She crouches in front of you with a scowl. "Don't worry, if you're a good little mate then I'll give you the nice treatment again, just apologize and never fucking say anything like that again. If I even sense you're thinking something like that, the punishment will be harsh."

She felt like everything was crumbling around her. She couldn't let her world feel that way. What had she done that had caused you to think that way? H-had you discovered she was a murderer? Was her first impression really really bad? What could she repair?

"Ah, uhm I see." She held her arm awkwardly backing out of your space, trying not to start crying in front of you, that wouldn't solve anything. "Well, I'll just see myself out then."

She had to go see the boss. There had to be some kind of favor she could take out that would get her in your good graces. Maybe something like a temporary love potion just so you'll give her a chance and when the potion runs out, you'll realize how nice the past weeks were and be willing to be with her permanently. Anything to give her a small chance.

"Love, w-why would you say something like that?" She's beginning to hyperventilate. This is the cruelest joke you have made so far and even she can't tolerate that level of pranking. Please just shut the fuck up.

"Noo no no no no. Nuh uh, you know you didn't mean it and uhm you're just being a bit uhm dramatic cause you're mad at me. Hahaha, you got me really good. See I'm laughing, your joke was funny, a bit mean but funny." She instantly is by your side, scooping you up in her arms and not allowing you even an inch of space.

"Shh, no need to explain yourself. I know you didn't mean it so I forgive you. You know I will always forgive you."

She completely ignored you when you said it. You just wanted a response from her, clearly. She knew you obviously were just too stupid to realize you'd said one thing too far so she'd give you a moment to cool off and then she expected an apology.

An hour goes by in her office with neither of you saying a word. You, fearing the consequences of what you just said to her, and her, expecting you to pipe up with an apology any moment now. That moment nevers comes though so eventually she looks up from her paperwork with a heavy sigh.

"My beloved, don't you have something you need to say to me? I'm waiting." Your apology is quiet and rushed and she smiles at you, offering you quiet praise for your apology, hoping you both will forget this incident.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere asks #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc mirial #my oc runa #my oc nora #my oc kassien

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wrr000 · 1 year

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Ok I've been craving some protective Heimdall so hear me out.

Reader is getting harassed by someone and they eventually lay a hand on the reader bruising them pretty badly, Heimdall witnesses this and loses his shit. this could be a headcanon or a one-shot I don't mind

(f you somehow find this and want to write it can the reader please be male I'd really appreciate it) <3

Thank you for requesting! You requested it ages ago, but 'write block' kicked in :|| I'm trying to get back to you guys! Keep in mind that I'm also a slow writer so let me take my time C: As for this - not the best, kinda rushed, but I need to start with something in order to write as much as weeks ago.

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Summary: gender neutral reader is working for Odin and his family, but after getting into relationship with Heimdall they got better job and treatment, but not everyone likes it

Warning: swearing, abuse, killing, very short with not many details, maybe I'll write a one shot for this promp! Heimdall being overprotective

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Since you got officially in relationship with Heimdall something has changed and certain people started to treat you differently

Before you confessed to God of Foresight you were working for Odin as well as for the rest of Aesir and you knew how he was towards others. Despide this you develop feelings towards him and most imporant - eventually get his attention

After you two got together your job slightly changes. It was still work for Odin, but your tasks were different and they treated you better. Maybe that was the flash point for your three 'ex-coworkers'

At first there were only unpleasant comments and strange looks. You heard them gossip about you. It was annoying, but you didn't pay attention to it. You didn't even care when they started insulting you, that was just stupid trash-talk. But you got fed up when they sabotaged your work or even destroyed your stuff. ALWAYS when none was watching. Always when Heimdall wasn't around. You had enough

You decide to confront them and ask what did you do. You were always nice and polite, never refused to help. Nothing changed after Heimdall became your boyfriend. So why? But things turned not the way you would like to. It all happend so fast

"You didn't earn this job! You didn't earn to be treated better! You just fucked that asshole meanwhile we are working hard to be not treated like trash... To fucking survive in this world"

And one of them striked you right in the face. Of cource you could defend yourself, but you didn't understand. You didn't wish to fight them. You fell on the ground. Pain was overcoming your senses, but you could feel your cheek throbs. Everything was blurry, every sound and every person in front of you. A lonely tear ran down your cheek mixing with the blood you didn't even notice

"You motherfuckers"

It was Heimdall. He saw and heard everything. One thing he couldn't understand is how low creatures like them even thought about hurting you. Mentally and physically. His lover, the dearest person in the Nine Realms, you. They made you bleed. It made him furious.

He was striking really fast and most likely very painful. They couldn't touch him nor dodge his attacks so it was safe to say that their lifes were doomed. He was going straight for the kills, it wasn't the first time and just as then none can stop him.

It was the first time you saw Heimdall like that. Full of anger, savage. Was that the true face of the Gods? His true face? You watched the person you love kill those people, one by one. You saw some blood. He swinged his sword and other was down. Someone tasted his godly shoes. They were hopeless like little children lost in the fog.

Were you afraid? Rather not, it was more of a big shock. You didn't want this to happen. A thought cross your mind that that's the price to pay for being close to All-Father and his family.

It ended fast.

You finally got up from the ground covered in mud. Your clothes were fit only to be thrown away, but it wasn't cause for concern. You looked up at Heimdall. He stood with his back turned to you. A single strand of hair fell over his sweaty bloody face. He was panting heavily, his hands clenched into fists and jaw tightened.

"I'm sorry..."

"You are not the one who should be sorry" he said more calmly than you expected.

Your eyes meets his. You wanted to tell him everything, but not a single word could escape your mouth so you just say eveything in mind. More tears appeared on your red cheek. You sobbed quietly.

And then Heimdall took a few steps forward. In a blink of an eye you were in his arms. He rested his chin on your head and you snuggled into his chest. His grip tightened. It was very comforting. You felt safe.

"You should tell me right away when it started. None will rise their hand at you, hear me? None" he said harshly, but he wasn't upset with you. He just wanted to protect you.

"Now let's go. We need a bath and you need a solid rest. Don't worry, you're safe now, sunshine"

Little smiled crawled on your face. You two indeed looked awful. But you weren't sure if bath and sleep would erase everything that happend. It was too much for one day.

#gow #gow ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow x reader #god of wa ragnarok x reader #gow ragnarok x reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #gow heimdall x reader

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vyloy · 2 years

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Heya good day can i request a shy reader x nu carnival characters? How will they react around a shy reader? Sfw (if u want to add nsfw please do👀🤣)

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Nu Carnival (Characters) x shy male reader

Fujoshis dni, you will be blocked.

Sfw

Tw: none

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You were always a shy person, maybe that was due to you not being close with your adoptive parents, therefore not learning how to interact with others, not many friends, not many interactions, to say you were bothered by this would be false, you enjoyed the free life of not talking to a lot of people, though that was until...

"You're so cute!", "Master, is this another person from your world?", "Oh? Another being like young master?", "Are you okay?", "Eiden, do you know who this is?",

You were surrounded by what you could tell, 10 humans...no not humans, beings, they were all looking at you, their eyes on you, this made you very nervous as you weren't used to meeting new people, you usually only had a group of 3 close friends, they were the ones who approached you first as you were too shy to approach anyone, but this, this was different, more than 2 people were focusing on you at once, it was overwhelming, your face started to flush as you covered it with your hands, backing up into a corner, "You guys! Stop surrounding him like that, it' a bit overwhelming you know!", suddenly a man with brown hair smacked one of the people's heads before walking towards you, you looked up at him, "you're Y/N L/N right? I remember you at the orphanage before you got adopted, I'm Eiden!", he said enthusiastically, seeing as he knew who you were and went to the same orphanage as you, you felt safe, still shy but if he knew you, that was alright, there was no need to be shy...

That was how your life made a turn for the best, or worst, depending on how you see it, you were loved by everyone, given your own space whenever you needed it, nobody forced you to be more social, it felt great, you were indebted to them, they took you in, fed you, helped you, gave you love, you had everything you could ever ask for.

During your first ever Valentines day in Klein, you weren't expecting anything, it had only been a year since you arrived anyways, but to your surprise, you woke up to everyone surrounding you, again, 'ah, this is like deja vu' you thought to yourself, feeling as if you were going to hide again, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourself but of course, Kuya of all beings knew you were wide awake, "na-uh human, i know you're fully awake, you think you can hide from me?~", he says, pulling off your blanket, exposing you to the cold room, you resorted to covering your face with your pillow, "wh-what is it that you all want..", you ask, unsure of what to expect, "will you be our valentine?", they said in unison, some hesitating, "of course don't think i find you worthy of being my equal!", a red head adds, followed by another "i'm doing this for me, not you!", edmond says, you stayed there, pillow covering your flushed face, did you hear them correctly? Surely-

"How did i end up here..." you whisper to yourself, looking up at the sky as the others pampered you, "Y/N-san, do you want to try some of the desserts i made?", Yakumo asks but he was interrupted by Edmond shoving a plate of sweets towards you, you jumped a bit due to this but still thanked him for his kindness which made him flustered and turn away from you, the rest of the day continued with everyone focused on you, you had never experienced this kind of attention so it overwhelmed you at the end.

While you were relaxing in the garden, looking at the starry night, you closed your eyes, almost falling asleep until you felt something droop on your shoulders, you opened your eyes and saw that it was a blanket, you also saw all the residents of the mansion standing around you, you gave them a confused look, "Y/n, would you be my boyf-", Eiden asked but was interrupted by Kuya, "oho, trying to take our sweet Y/n all to yourself?", he says while blocking Eiden from reaching out to you, "Mr Eiden, Mr Kuya, please don't fight!", Yakumo pleaded, not wanting to scare you as the other covered himself with the blanket, "Hey i wanna be Darling's lover~!", Blade said, practically jumping to hug you before his shirt was being pulled by Dante, "Don't be all jumpy, you'll hurt him", "Are you sure you just don't want Blade to hug Y/n?", Eiden asked, "shut!", Dante yelled, blushing hard, "You're all so loud...", you whispered but it was loud enough for the others to hear, Aster stepped towards you and asked , "Well, choose one of us! We all like you anyways..", he blushed a bit while daying this, everyone was enticipating your answer, you pulled the blanket to cover your face, "i...i can't choose", "eh?", they all said simultaneously, "I...I like all of you, you have all treated me with care and i've never been treated like that before, i'm..happy", you said, tearing up a bit, Eiden then hugged your sobbing figure, "If you're happy then so are we",

"We love you, Y/n♡"

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#earlypost lmao, i couldn't write the nsfw part but if the same anon asks again then i'll do it but seperately(or 4/3 characters fucking reader at a time)

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Take The Bite~ E.M

Anonymous asked:

Hi hi ♡ me again sorry to bother I have another request Only whenever you have the time ♡ it’s the idea of Eddie at a party selling the goods and while women by Def Leppard is singing in the background he sees the reader dancing on a table with her friends and laughing and is instantly attracted to her and speaks to her after; so sorry if it sucks lol but thank you again and LOVE your writing♡

Author's Note : You're never a bother, sweetheart. Thank you so much for the love <3

You scrunched up your face as a guy ran past you to hurl in the bushes, two of your friends Nicole and Tammy hook their arms around you leading you to the way where the party was held. You turned your head to the right seeing two people making out and groping each other, you debating in coming but Tammy insisted that you had to come. She threw your cute flowy skirt and a matching top at your face. Nicole had fixed your hair up and they both dolled you up.

The door opened to who's ever house this was hearing the loud music and people dancing, drinking and goofing off.

" You look hot" Patrick says as you walk by him.

" Not enough for you to handle McKinney" he was about to say something but you had already walked away focusing on getting yourself a drink. Nicole followed you through the kitchen where there was a large punch bowl waiting for you. Nicole grabbed herself a cup and you grabbed one too, using the cup to dip it in bringing to your lips as it runs down your throat. It was strong and just what you needed.

Your eyes roam around the room spotting a mane of curls with his Dio vest and leather jacket as he made his way through the crowd carrying his lunch box. He must he selling. You knew Eddie from sharing a few classes together, he was loud, cute and his smile was to die for with his dimples.

You knew you never stood a chance with him, he never looked your way or talked to you. You weren't in the same crowd as him either, but you had a few people that knew who you were.

" You going to buy from the freak?" Tammy asked as she joined you two noticing how you were eyeing Eddie.

" No, I'm good" you tell her getting another drink from the punch bowl. If you were going to get through this party, you needed more than one drink.

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Eddie was doing a deal with someone from school as he handed the bag of weed for $20, he took the crumbled money from the guy and stuffed and put it into his vest pocket. He had sold almost all the weed and the rest of the drugs in his lunch box.

His head rose just in time to hear your laughter and the way your hips were swinging to the music. He smirked as he eyed you on top of the table with drunk guys shouting at you, Tammy was by your side as he danced with you.

Eddie knew who you were from the classes the two of you shared. You two never talked before or shared a look but he felt your eyes on him. He heard you talk plenty of times, he heard you joke around with your friends, but when they were talking about him, he hears you shut them down. He notices you as you walk through the hallway with your friends. He looks away just in time to feel your eyes on him.

The looks between the two of you were innocent and simple.

You mouth the words to the song, this was one of your favorite songs so you had to make sure you were the center of attention. You had hoped you catch the eye of the certain metal head that was around.

And in the garden, lust began The animal instinct, the wanton man She fed him with a hunger, an appetite And fillin' with emotion he took a bite

" I need another drink" you whispered and yelled at Tammy, she shook he her head as you hopped down making your way to the kitchen. Eddie notices that you had vanished through the crowd and spots the back of your head as he follows you into the kitchen.

He had to talk to you before you slipped away. He stops and watches as you take another drink, slightly wobbly as you stand but he is surprised by the way you down your drink so fast. When you turned around, your eyes meet Eddie's as he sends you a smile.

" Hi Eddie" you waved to him. He brings his hand up and waves as he takes a step towards you.

" You having fun, princess?" he asks, holding his lunch box in front of him.

" Yeah, I see you made some money. Is it empty?" He shook his head and opens it as he shows you the content of it inside. You pout, " Awe, I'm sorry Eddie. If I had any cash on me, I'd let you have it."

" No need princess, I couldn't just take your money" You shrugged leaning your back against the counter as you eye him. His mane of curls looked so pretty and so soft. You wanted to run your fingers through it. His brown doe eyes shined underneath the lightening in the kitchen, his small smile lit on his face with his dimple showing, his ring clad hand shined underneath the light but your mind wondered what his hand would be like around your throat. You could smell his scent, weed, pine and cigarettes in one. But it worked for him and he smelled so good.

" What's on your mind?" he asks dropping his lunchbox next to you as he traps you in between the counter and his body. His breathe fanned over your face as he looked down at you.

" How pretty you look tonight" a hint of red paints his cheeks as he hears you tell him that. He isn't used to compliments as he looks away shyly. " Eddie, you're really pretty" a finger traces over his jaw causing him to shiver and he turns his head at your touch. Your finger begins to dance across his jaw and to his cheeks and across his soft lips and to his nose which you poke going back to his lips.

" Sweetheart, how many have you had tonight?" He motions to the cup that's in your hands as he takes it in his hands and putting it at the table behind him. He turns to look back at you seeing the pout on your lips. Oh how he wishes he could kiss it away.

" This much" you threw him your whole hand and waved it in front of him. He chuckles as he takes a hold of your hand in his, taking his lunch box and takes you through the house to the front door.

" Eddie" you whined, tugging on your hand causing him to stop in his tracks. He looks back at you seeing that pout again and those pleading eyes that he seems to adore now as he looks at you.

" I'm going to take you home, sweetheart" you stomped on your foot but let him lead you to his van. He opens the passenger side, bowing down " M'lady" he says. You stumble up to slide into the passenger seat. Eddie's breath hitches as his eyes lock onto the panties you have on, lacy white panties. He coughs as he adjusts his pants and closes the door.

He gets into the driver side and looks over to you, bringing the seat belt to buckle you up. He looks at the way your hair flowed down and the way it looked like it was so soft. He wanted to run his fingers through it. He looks at the way your glaze eyes shined as you looked out the window. He looks at the way your skin looks the softest as he peeks at your neck. He looks at the top you were wearing, your cleavage was begging for attention and he looked at the way your legs looked in the skirt you were wearing.

You looked hot but right now he wanted to make sure you got home safe. He started the van and began to drive off towards your house, he knows where you live. You lived right next to the Wheeler's.

He gripped the steering wheel and looks over to see your head dozed off with your eyes closed as you leaned against the window of his van. A small smile graze his face as he couldn't wait to call you the next morning and check in how you were doing.

He hoped that you'd answer his call and the two of you can be somewhat friends or if he isn't too chicken to ask you out. But would you say yes? He is scared of rejection but he wants to get to know you too. He settles on just calling you tomorrow and going from there.

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nataliewritez · 1 year

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hellooooooo i’m back with another request hehe could i request a lee loid fic where he’s in a tickle fight with anya and winning but yor comes home and anya’s like “mama save me !” and yor comes to save the day hehe thank you🖤

Boo Boo's & Laughter || Spy x Family Tk Fic

A/N: dani, you never seize to make such amazingly cute ideas you sweet pea!! i do hope this fic is to your liking queen!! i'm so glad to have chatted with you slightly and sorry it took so much longer!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)♡

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"Noho! Stay away papaha!" Screamed the pinkette.

The day had gone on as normal, Loid struggling to get Anya to study, per usual. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the 'fun' type, his studying tactics bland for the little girls tastes, so it was obvious why she's complain about this type of work.

Well, that was until Loid had accidentally found out about the great Anya's weakness. He was fed up with her attitude and went to pick her up, only for her to move out the way and get her side squeezes just enough to make the young one shriek. With this newfound information, he decided it'd be the best way to tire her into studying.. that was until it became a complete game of cat and mouse. Embarrassingly enough, the spy found this.. fun? Is that the word? He didn't know, right now that didn't matter, what mattered was catching this troublesome child and getting her into her studies.

With a wrong turn, she had slipped and skid her knee slightly, making her well up with tears, seeing this, Loid's father side came into play as he pulled her into his lap, investigating the knee to see how bad it was (even though they both were overreacting now).

"P-Papa." Whined the smaller, a singular tear streaming down her face, followed suit with a few more, the sight of seeing her hurt physically and mentally hurting him just as much, if not, maybe even worse. "Hey, it's okay, how about I put a bandage on-"

"Can you kiss it better?"

What? What type of question is that? Is she stu- no, she's a child, she doesn't know any better. Loid refused to stoop down any lower, holding up what little pride he is by closing his eye's, "Anya, I can't do- that.." he peeked and eye open, and he instantly regretted it. She looked at him with puppy dog eye's, her bottom lip sticking out, along with sniffles here and there from her crying, ugh.. maybe it wouldn't hurt, he supposed.

"If I kiss it better, will you study?" He asked, not surprised when she shook her head. He sighed and smirked, mischief sparkling in him like never before, "Fine then, I guess the tickle monster will take his toll on you." He wiggled his finger's, his heart tugging at every angle seeing her squeal and squirm in place, her once crackling voice from crying now filled with playful excitement.

And with a new goal in mind, his finger's descended onto her tummy, the corners of his mouth tugging wider as he heard the excited laughter escape her lips, gosh how was she so adorable!?

"EEP! Pa-Pahahahapa! Nohoho! Bahad pahahapa! Bahad!" She playfully scolded, making him snicker slightly, "Oh, I'm the bad one now? Sorry agent Anya, but I've got to put you in your place." He then growled, acting like a 'monster' as he blew a raspberry against her tummy, "AHA! WAHAIT! MAHAHAMA! MAHAMA HEHELP!" She reached out, "Mama won't save you- WOAH-!" Loid squawked as he found himself pinned against the ground. He was so caught up in his game that he didn't even notice Yor came home early.

"Sorry, but.. I have to save agent Anya! It's my duty!" Yor played along. Loid had tried to get up but found himself completely stuck, how much strength did she have!? Yor couldn't helo but pay attention to Anya almost immediately, "Oh my, Anya, you're hurt!" Yor said, worried from the skidded knee. "Papa did it." Anya lied, that damn child! How dare she-

"Eh!? I did not- no!" Loid found himself squirming slightly as he felt Yor scribble against his side, "How rude of you! And while I wasn't around to protect her either?" She playfully scoffed offense, though Loid couldn't help but still be offended. "A punishment must be in order." Yor demanded, now sitting herself comfortable against his lower back, nails skittering against his clothed side's with relative ease, even though he had extra protection and immaculate endurance, he couldn't help himself but feel this get to him rather quickly. He puffed out random splurts of giggles here and there as Yor kept being persistent with the tickling.

What he didn't expect was for Anya to poke at his socked foot, the newly targeted spot making ot even more difficult to hold in, Anya and Yor exchanged glances before smirking down at Loid, making him buck as Yor massaged her palms against the back of his ribs, whilst Anya sat down and scribbled her tiny hands over his foot. If he weren't trained in endurance, he'd be at their mercy right now, yet here he was cackling boisterously into his sleeves, his body quivering from the tingly sensations, ghost tickles making their way up to his stomach and fluttering there like a heap of butterflies with feather like appendages.

"Kitchi-kitchi-koo, honey~" Yor's confidence came in, leaning down and whispering into his ear, making him snort and scrunch up his shoulder's to cover his ear's. "What's wrong? Does this not.. tickle your fancy?" She'd give him an obviously rhetorical question, yet with his state right now, he didn't realize, "Y-YohoHOu ahARE!" He squealed into his sleeves once again, ugh, if Anya weren't behind him right now, he'd be slamming his feet into the ground to try and reduce the ticklish sensations just the slightest bit.

"If it really doesn't tickle, how about you try and het up right now?" She challenged, keeping at her spot. Loid took this literally as he used his forearms to boost him up, only to snort and flop back down when she scribbled into his pits each time he attempted to get up. "KYAHAH! Y-Yo-YOHOR! NOHO! Wahahait, thiHIHIS IHI'sn't fahAhAIr!" His attempts became futile as he just gave in, curling inwards ever so slightly, snorting and squealing each time she'd come back up to scribble under his arm's, before returning to massaging at the back of his ribs.

As his laughter became wheezy and crackled, that's when Yor stopped, "Anya, his had eniugh sweetheart!" She smiled sweetly at the pinkette, the young girl stopping and walking up to pat Loid on the head, "Want to get him a cup of water? He deserves it." Yor said, Anya immediately going off to get that cup of water.

"Sorry if I took it too far!" Yor immediately changed back, her cheeks dusted a bright pink as she muttered apologies, "I'm super sorry, I was just in the moment an-mmph?" Her cheeks couldn't get any redder, her speech cut short when Loid gave her a gentle kiss, his cheeks flushed and his breathing still unsteady along with some random giggles here and there from the tickle attack before. "You're okay, if anything, I, eh.. en-enjoyed it?" He said, making Yor look as if she passed away, "HUH? YOR ARE YO-" "AAA YOU'RE SO CUTE!" She hugged him, smothering his face with kisses, making him chuckle, blush and smile widely, enjoying the affection.

"Mama and papa are flirting."

"ANYA!"

It seems Loid forgot what he was tickling Anya for anyways.

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Can we get part 3 "You're Mine" where the reader kills Max or himself, thereby freeing himself from captivity, please? If it's too dark, just ignore it

You’re Mine ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Dark!Max Burnett x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You realize you don’t want to keep living like this, you want your life back. You come up with a way to trick Max.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, light angst, Stockholm, syndrome, manipulation, smut, murder

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK CONTENT

Part 1 Part 2

You were busy cleaning the apartment, when Max walked in, with Madeline on his arm.

Making their way further into the room, Madeline glanced at you. The smile on her face turning sour with disgust, she never liked you.

The feeling was mutual, you thought she was a witch.

"Max, why do you still keep her around?" She cooed to Max, you watching him lick his lips at her close proximity.

"Why? Does that make you jealous?" He asked her, you scrunching up your face in disgust.

Making your way to leave the room, to give them some privacy, Max stopped you.

"Hey! Where you going?" Immediately you stopped, half loving and hating the way he could control you.

Pointing in the direction of your room, Max shook his head with disapproval.

"Use your words girl." He spoke aggressively.

You were just girl now in her presence, not his usual sweet girl. Not that it bothered you all too much, but it made your blood boil, you felt incredibly worthless.

"I'm going to my room." You told him slowly and clearly, making sure you wouldn't have to repeat yourself. Max stared at you, noticing that your behavior was off.

"Fine, you can go." He uttered, bringing his attention back on Madeline who was stroking his chest, scratching her nails on the skin showing just underneath his neck.

With hurried steps, you made it into your room. Sealing the door closed, hoping that you wouldn't have to hear the gross sounds of the two.

Plopping down onto the edge of the bed, you glanced around the room, wondering what to do. Your eyes landed on the TV, and immediately you perked up. Max never allowed you to watch, trying to explain that it was all filled with lies, making it pointless to watch. Not that you ever believed him, you knew he was a trying to keep you from finding something. Considering he was occupied at the moment, your fingers had a mind of its own and started messing with the buttons.

The TV came to life, the news station being the first thing that popped up. Your eyes widened, and you quickly turned the volume all the way down, careful so that Max didn't hear it.

You watched for awhile, watching the reporters mouth move, but weren't really paying attention. You enjoyed the presence of the people of the other side of the screen, even if they weren't actually there.

It was strange, the longer you had been here, the clearer your head became. Maybe it was because Max didn't have you taking the pills anymore, maybe it was because you were allowed outside most of the time (for work obviously). Although you could never go far.

You felt something for Max, and you didn't understand why. Although he stole your life from you, he kept you well fed, overall physically healthy. Plus he made you feel more loved than ever, despite it feeling wrong. You were alone before him, and although you still felt lonely, he was still always there, regardless of Madeline.

You had gotten used to not wanting anything anymore. Seeing as you weren’t allowed to want anything with Max.

Suddenly your focus was brought back to the TV, a new headline gaining your attention. Though the TV was muted, you were able to see the picture being broadcasted next to the talking man. A lump formed in your throat at what you were witnessing.

‘MISSING: (Y/n)(L/n)’

A foreign feeling flooded your veins, your body warm with energy suddenly. You hardly focused on what the man was mouthing, but you could easily put the pieces together.

People were looking for you?

You shook your head, your mind trying to convince you that that wasn’t you, you had changed, you looked and acted different. That couldn’t be you, right?

Your mind was chaos, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. All at once it was like you were able to think freely and clearly for just a moment, you wanted to be free.

You were suddenly hyper aware of everything, the sound of Madeline and Max fooling around, the slight ringing coming from the old television, the way the streets ambience leaked through the window. You felt determined, you were going to get out of here.

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⚠️ DARK CONTENT AHEAD ⚠️

You cleaned your room, lighting erotic smelling candles throughout the space. Dimming the lights, closing the curtains. Lastly, you switched off the TV, unplugging it and shoving it in the closet. You stripped yourself of your clothes, slipping into some lingerie that Max had bought awhile ago.

You mind buzzed with sick images and thoughts, your hatred for Max deepening. He thought he had you under his spell, but that was no more.

Relaxing back on the bed, you focused on the texture of the ceiling, on the paint bubbles that had never gotten smoothed out.

“What’s all this sweet girl?” Max purred, making you jump at his presence, you hadn’t heard him come in.

He walked in further, closing and locking the door.

“For you.” You spoke, sitting up and giving your best innocent look, the one you knew made him melt.

Max raised his eyebrows at your response, and you had realized you spoke without permission. Shit.

“Feeling bold huh?” He asked, his jaw clenching with a mix of anger and lust, you not missing the way his eyes drank in your exposed body.

“I’m sorry,” You whined scooting off the bed, dropping to your knees in front of him, “I just want you so bad.”

You cringed speaking those words, but you felt torn because a small part of you really did want him, and that terrified you.

Max studied your face, suspicious of your sudden change of behavior. But he couldn’t think straight with you kneeling in front of him, batting your eyes up at him like that.

“You want?”

“Yes, I’m sorry— I want you.”

Max’s gaze softened as he gently cradled your face, pulling you up from the floor, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

“My poor sweet girl… Watching me touch Madeline— loving on her… Wishing it was you huh?” Max whispered, sitting you down on the mattress. This position made him feel powerful, the way he was towering over you.

His hand caressed your face, fingertips grazing all the way from your neck to just above the edge of your bra.

“You jealous?” He asked, trailing his hand back up to the strap sitting on your shoulder, wedging his fingers between the strap and flesh, sliding it down.

With a gasp, you held his gaze. Hating the way your body betrayed you, feeling the tingling sensation form between your legs.

With a small nod from you, Max gripped your face hard with his other hand.

“I didn’t hear you.” He spat, his eyes almost black with how dilated his pupils were.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I was jealous.” You told him, your face aching from his bruising grip.

Max let go of your face, pushing you roughly onto the bed. Crawling over top of you, you grabbed his face in panic, forcing yourself to cry.

“No please, I— I want to make you happy… Please let me make you happy— this is about you, not me.” You rushed out, causing Max to tilt his head in thought.

“You know I like to be in control.” He warned, pushing hair out of your eyes.

“I promise you’ll be satisfied— please, please let me make you happy. Just this once please please.” You practically begged, tears running down your cheeks, causing Max to groan with desire.

To your surprise, Max got off of you plopping down next to you. His eyes were still glaring through you, warning you if you didn’t satisfy his needs. Swallowing thickly, you got up and went to the side table grabbing a condom, slipping another object into your hand, hiding it behind your back.

Throwing the condom down on Max, he rolled his eyes and stripped down, rolling the condom over himself.

He eyed your standing form, noticing you hiding something behind your back.

“What you got there sweet girl?” He asked, taking in your body, eyes traveling head to toe.

“A surprise.” You told him, shuffling nervously on your feet, causing Max to smirk. To your surprise, he didn’t push any further.

Stripping down from your lingerie, Max watched you with hungry eyes as you crawled onto the bed over his form. Ghosting your pussy over his hard member, Max breathed heavily at your teasing.

“Don’t you dare think about teasing me or I will strangle you.” He threatened, causing you to tense up slightly but continuing to play along and nod your head nervously.

With your free hand you grabbed his member giving a few strokes, listening to Max’s groans. Rubbing his member on your pussy, you coated him with your juices before lining him up and sinking down.

Max’s hands grabbed your hips in a harsh grip, moving you up and down. You kept yourself in a quick pace, trying to please him. You smiled deviously when Max’s eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck baby… That’s right. You’re mine… All mine.” Max moaned out breathlessly, your heart starting to pound in your ears, your hands feeling cold and slightly numb.

You’re mine… All mine.

The words rung in your head, your vision turning red with rage. His moans and words were muffled to your ears. Your hand shaking as you pulled the knife from behind your back, staring down at Max with a murderous glare.

Max still had his eyes shut, unaware of your demeanor on top of him. Your head continued to grow hotter, your vision swirling with vertigo, your lungs constricting. You felt your rage boil and boil, and before you could think twice.

Max groaned out in pain, and your hands were letting go of the knife handle sticking out of his neck. His eyes were wide, his mouth moving but no sound coming out. His hands flailed and tried grabbing onto his neck, but you kept slapping them away. He twitched and choked on his own blood bubbling up through his throat. You watched him until his eyes rolled back, his body going limp. All while he was still inside of you.

Crimson soaked and stained the sheets, your eyes staring at his form. Watching his still chest, making sure it stayed still. Lifting yourself off of him finally, you crawled off of him, standing at the edge of the bed, still staring down at his lifeless body.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your chest felt tight, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but you couldn’t stop the laughter. Your head flooded with terrible thoughts, the guilt of killing someone threatening to eat at you. But again, the laughter didn’t slow.

You didn’t understand, you were free, he was dead. So why did you still feel trapped, you felt lost— you felt sad.

Sucking in a deep breath, finally expanding your tight chest, you wiped your eyes, holding a sick smile.

“Surprise…”

#reader insert #dark theme #dark character #max burnett #max sharper #max burnett sharper #sebastian stan characters #oneshot #light angst #stockholm syndrome #kidnap fantasy

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zombiechoir · 7 days

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The only question i'm asking myself right now is: Did i get better at managing grief or am i fooling myself?

I know damn well what the reality is but i don't feel it. Maybe it's self protection. But when i look at him, i see a man that is not dead, not really. I see a silly man with a bass guitar that i love dearly and owe allot of my sanity to.

The thing is that i'm terrified of death bacause it comes with one of my biggest fears, which is forgetting. Forgetting what someone looked like, forgetting what they sounded like, what they did, the memories, the first day of meeting, the little things. So when someone passes (human or animal) that was dear to me, i need to pay as much attention to them as possible. Memorials, photo's, crafts, stories because forgetting feels like the biggest betrayel I could ever do.

When I read about Reita, I just got off work and I had plans that evening and I had exactly one hour to get ready. Dinner was gonna be ready in 10 minutes and to kill time I opened tumblr only to immediately see the news. I googled it cause people are trolls but it turned out to be true. So I broke down, cried while eating (that combo is painful af), made myself presentable and off we went. My mom and I had tickets to see our favorite comedian, front row. The fucking irony!!!!! While we were waiting for it to start I was reblogging memorial stuff to calm myself. I actually managed to have a good evening and even laughed out loud at the jokes. I thought of Reita plenty of times during the show, I thought of Uruha, Aoi, Kai and Ruki. I thought of 4 people on stage instead of 5. I thought of the promise I made with myself to see them live one day, to get vip tickets and crochet each of them a silly gift. It went back and forth, "hahaha funny joke" to "omfg not our beloved Reita". I've managed to hold myself together pretty well this week. I had allot of crying session, cried full on at my workplace. But my desk is facing the wall and I'm a very silent cryer so no one noticed.

Tbh that exact day I was thinking of how much I hated life. And how fucked up I've felt and how fed up I was with everything. How I feel like things will never be okay and the thought of "making a plan" crossed my mind. Reita's passing brought me back to my senses, like babygirl wtf are you doing??? It made me realize there's so much to live for still, that rude strangers aren't important. The only things that matter are the things and people I love. Reita is one of those people and it made me forget about recent shitty events and only focus on that silly man with that bass and the noseband. Maybe I'm delusional, maybe it hasn't hit me fully yet. But I can't help but feel so grateful for this man. Grateful for discovering this band, to hear that bass he provided. Grateful to be alive and to keep going. I want to live as long as possible to remember all the things I loved for as long as possible. He did that for me, in life he comforted me during my anxiety and depression. And in his death he comforted me again but in a different way. And I want to keep that feeling and take it with me♡ Thank you wonderful bass man, with your goofy and bright personality. Rest well, you won't be forgotten.

#went very personal here #reita #the gazette #personal

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merakiui · 7 months

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I honest to God need to share this with you cause as a Trey fan...this has me in a chokehold so damn bad >///> (Also why the fuck did I come across this beauty in the morning Dx I'm trying not to squeal like a feral motherfucker!!!)

https://youtu.be/qogqNzo8Hlw?si=L-JQAZrktu-LW3Gp

Trey + Octavinelle uniform 🛐🛐🛐

I hope you love it just as much as I do. I'd help formulate writing ideas for this, but my sleep schedule's been shit the past few days x.x Also, I'm so glad I came across your blog months ago ♡ I first read your Princess AU fic for Azul and holy fucking crap, as if I didn't love this character enough, you sealed it ♡ Android Jade really got me going!! You written him so fucking well, plus it sealed my fate on him being my top tier favorites as well ^^ (I'm lowkey curious on where things would go if you ever write about Android Rollo. May GloMas inspire!!)

I feel bad on saying this >.>, but Floyd was a so-so choice for me at first when going through the game, but because of your fics (and random luck given from receiving both his dorm SSR and Beans Day SSR during the event), damn guy squeezed my heart good ^^ ♡ 100% would have this guy be my designated cuddle buddy.

Thank you for your writing and daily rambles about ideas you've had ^^ they're something I look forward to reading and they get me out from a depression funk ♡ (I hope that's not weird to say ^^;)

I can't wait to read what you have next ♡

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TREY IN THE OCTAVINELLE UNIFORM????? OH MY...... OTL I think he and Jade should switch dorms for the day. <3 seeing them in the different dorm's uniform!!!!! >w< so cool... Jade should just switch dorms whenever he's fed up with Azul and make it his goal to travel to each one as if he's on world tour lol. He's already spent time in Pomefiore. He should make Heartslabyul his next stop hehe!! But omg Trey!!!!!!!!! OTL OTL OTL he would have so much fun using the lounge kitchen to bake all kinds of yummy, sea-themed treats. I volunteer to be his taste-tester. >:D

Also, thank you so much for reading and enjoying those fics!!!!!! I'm always happy to spread Octavinelle love. (˘ ˘ ˘) they are a very wonderful dorm who keep me in a consistent chokehold.

And android!Rollo omg!!!!! GloMas gives me many inspirations and all of them are about Rollo. I love him a lot. T_T <3 android!Rollo is an android who hates all other androids (despite being one himself ;;;) and he's determined to protect you from the influences of other androids. I'd imagine him as a housekeeping android of sorts who handles domestic affairs within the house (cooking, cleaning, etc). It takes a very long time for him to actually embrace his own emotions and humanity, but when he finally does he is a force to be reckoned with.

Floyd is a fun case for me because I also wasn't a very big fan of him initially. Actually, both of the tweels did not catch my attention. ^^;;; I'm not sure when I started liking him or what caused me to like him, but I'm happy to be a Floyd fan. He's so cute and sweet and I would definitely make him my cuddle buddy, too (also he's so so so fun to write for omg!!!!). And Jade... >:( Jade Leech. >:( I am his hater (affectionate means of saying I love him a lot). The grip both eels have on me is so embarrassing because without realizing it I unconsciously started doing that thing Jade does where he covers his mouth with his fist when he laughs... he's infected me with his mannerisms... orz I need to be lobotomized to get the eels out of my brain!!!!!!!! >:(

Thank you for reading my writing and daily rambles!!!! I'm very happy they can be enjoyable and can help you out of depression funks (it's not weird to say at all)!!! I will continue to write yummy meals for you to read and love!!!! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

#twisted chit chat #pandaforcexd #jade leech is me and i am him <3 #it's like that phenomenon where you watch a movie and then use that as your entire personality for the next week #only this is completely unintentional and i only just realized it LOL

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