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binsoojun · 10 months
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this is my first time writing obey me so im really excited!!! (im having a hyperfixation) enjoy reading this! let me hear your thoughts after <33
NOT PROOFREAD.
saying i love you for the first time.
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SATAN — whispers it while drifting to sleep
— he really wants to make it special for both of you, like the romantic highlights in his books where the main lead says 'i love you' while being enamoured with their lover.
— sadly.. his ass slipped and uttered it while drifting off to sleep 😭
— but that's okay, he's your silly little bf !! you'll always love him regardless of your first i love you's with each other <33
— he got grumpy the moment you mentioned it in the morning though, he cursed himself in the head saying he was dumb for saying that in significance
“you sleepy already?” you ask, as you see your boyfriend try and fight his eyelids awake whilst holding a book in his right hand.
“..no...” he responds with a slight grunt, “it's late already,” getting the book from his hand, you settled it down from a nearby table beside your bedside. “let's go to sleep.”
he furrows his eyebrows at your comment, trying to move at the side of your bed so you could lay down with him; groaning at the same time, he managed to let out a few words.
“goodnight.."
“goodnight."
“..."
“i love you..” he whispers, enough for you to hear him.
your eyes grew wide, almost as if you saw a pig growing a pair of wings and flying.
“...”
“i love you too, satan."
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DIAVOLO — makes breakfast in bed and writes it on a note
— as much as this sounds shocking, he knows how to cook (real im ntt solmare)
— he's been taking lessons from barbatos in his free time hence why he hasn't been able to go on small dates with you
— he says i love you to you regularly, but this time he wants it to be a moment you won't forget!!
— wants you to remember him every time you have breakfast in bed, reminiscing about that time he told you ‘i love you’ on his homemade dish for you </3 he's so adorable
“good morning!” he calls out your name as he enters his bedroom, laying down a small table on your lap above.
“good morning to you, too.” you spoke, analyzing the dishes laid out on the table that he had just placed by now.
“hmm.. these don't look like barbatos' dishes, did you make them?” asking the future devildom's prince who was at the corner of the bed, he jolts up in excitement that you noticed his cooking.
“yes!” he happily replies, making you smile at his boastful remark. “that's sweet of you, diavolo.”
planting a kiss on his cheek, you then start your first meal of the day.
“wait.”
“hm?”
“i have more,” he claims, “this is the main part of the show.” hurrying to get a plate at a table close by, he holds a platter in his hands; revealing an omelette he had made with words covered in ketchup on top of it.
“i love you! ✿”
you dramatically put two of your palms on your mouth, shocked.
“diavolo—!” laughing wholeheartedly at your reaction, he smiles.
“i love you, too!”
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MAMMON — writes it in the air with a sparkler
— this babygirl is so embarrassed to say it outloud despite you being his significant other already
— i mean he IS the great mammon BUT???
— im kidding he's just too shy to say it out loud bc he wants to be romantical (he's such an idiot i love him)
— don't worry though, he says it more than ever after this
“this ya' first time trying out sparklers?” he questions you, lighting up the sparkler in his hand.
“not really, i tried these out with asmo for his devilgram and it's really pretty!”
“pff, that idiot asmodeus, i could've been the first one to show devildom sparklers to you.” he mumbles.
the sparkler started to spark, brightening up the dark area you two were in.
“it's so pretty!”
“take it, i'll light myself one up too.” taking the sparkling rod from his hand, you started drawing various shapes and animals in the air; laughing while sharing comforting silence together.
mammon watched you close as he also tried drawing hearts and stars in the air.
“we should take a video of this!” you suggested.
“go ahead.”
taking out your phone from your pocket, you quickly notice mammon mindlessly scribbling words in the breeze; making you press record abruptly.
then you noticed.
“I ♡ U”
the sparks were swift, however, you were aware by what he had wrote down. you attempted to do the same by doodling on your other hand; the video still rolling.
“look at this!”
“I ♡ U 2”
“..wait ya' noticed what i was—”
“i love you too, mammon! i can't believe i got that on video!!”
he was flattered by what you had said, “don't ever share that with anyone, ya hear me?! that's for you and me only, 'kay?”
“...i love you.”
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LEVI — writes a note and puts it somewhere so you can find it + makes you a Spotify playlist of songs about love.
— babygirl idiot can't say it out loud too (2)
— HE JUST CAN'T!!! LIKE you??? him??? dating??! HE'S SO SHEEPISH TO SAY IT BC HOW DID HE BAG SOMEONE LIKE YOU???
— he's trying to find out ways on how to say it to you without passing out on the spot/j
— his google search rn:
"how to romantically say i love you to your partner"
"how to say i love you"
"how can i make myself say i love you?"
"ruri-chan limited edition figurine"
“hey um..” he walks up to you, cheeks red already.
“is something wrong?”
“can you clean my room..? i have to go somewhere right now to get my limited edition figurine...” he stutters at his own words.
completely confused at his sudden request, you agree to it. “get back home safely okay?”
“mhm.”
arriving at his room, you look around and searched the area to see what was in a mess. but to your avail, the place was a bit clean-ish so far.
“i wonder why he requested me to clean his room... it looks fine already," you spoke to yourself, bending over to arrange his mangas on the shelves. while arranging it volume to volumes, a small piece of paper fell out when you took out one book.
“go to my desk”
your lack of certainty certainly rose up more after this, but you abide anyways, wondering what he was scheming for you.
his screen was open, a playlist displayed on the desktop's screen. its title catching your eyes.
“i adore you.”
stunned by the amount of songs he had set in, you got a hold of his headphones and listened to his pile of songs that reminded him of you for hours, though it seemed like minutes hearing the beautiful and upbeat music.
you decided to edit his playlist, leaving a small message in its description.
“143 levi <3”
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alloftheimagines · 11 months
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jamie tartt | if somebody hurts you, i wanna fight
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words: 2.2k
warnings: 18+
domestic abuse, violence, trauma, the aftermath of an abusive relationship in which jamie finds out your boyfriend, his teammate, is abusing you. takes place when he's playing for manchester city.
prompt: Hey there! I would love to send a prompt request in for Jamie tartt:) number 29, I don’t know why but to me it fits him well! Nothing specific, thank you! 🥰
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Jamie sees the bruises and knows. He’s never had a good feeling about your relationship with Tom, his teammate, but you’ve ignored his warnings despite being friends since childhood.
And now you’re hiding bruises. Anger flares in him, and it’s an effort not to reach out as you get up from the couch to grab popcorn, the staple of any movie night. He thought it strange you turned up on his doorstep after months of barely seeing you, but now he thinks he understands. Your T-shirt rode up for only a moment at your hip before you tugged it down, but he saw the purple welt. His jaw ticks as he listens to you shuffle about, but he can only wait so long. Fingers flexing at his side, he heads in to hear popcorn popping in the microwave.
“Do you want a beer?” you ask, oblivious. When he doesn’t reply, your brows furrow and you look up from the kitchen counter. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Has he been hurting you?” he questions steadily.
“What?” You’re a terrible actor, but you try nonetheless, eyes widening in feigned confusion. 
Jamie takes a deep breath. “Don’t lie to me. I saw the bruises just now. There’s only reason why you wouldn’t tell me about them.”
It makes him sick as he realises the truth of those words; you’d hide it because you know Jamie would react badly, perhaps even sacrificing his spot on the team. Tom’s more popular with the fans, Man City’s star player. If Jamie confronted him… He knew it would be game over. That’s why you’d kept your distance. 
And yet he still wanted to. He was already imagining it, shoving Tom against the lockers and beating him the way he’d beaten you. He’d teach him a lesson; nobody would ever hurt you again. 
He wouldn’t let them. 
You pale, tugging at the hem of your shirt again self-consciously. “I fell.”
Jamie shakes his head, barely even listening now. Lost to his fury. “I’ll teach that wanker a lesson. I’ll fucking kill ‘im. I knew he was trouble. I knew he was no fucking good for you—” 
“Jamie, please.” You grab his arm, eyes flooding with tears as you look at him. It’s enough for him to halt, still glaring. “Don’t. Please. I’m handling it.”
“Are you still with ‘im?” 
You hesitate at that, a look of shame darkening your features. 
“Then you’re not fucking handling it,” he snaps. 
“He won’t let me leave,” you whisper, chin wobbling. “I tried. That’s why he… I tried.”
His shoulders heaved with a sigh, but he softened, sympathy swirling in his eyes. “I can help you, love. You should have told me. You used to tell me everythin’.”
Tears slip down your cheeks as he cups your jaw, catching them. 
“Hey,” he breathes gently. “It’s okay. You’re safe ‘ere. You know that, don’t you?” 
A nod. He pulls you into his chest, and you wrap your arms around him, shuddering as it all comes spilling out. “I’m sorry. I thought he loved me. The first time… He was drunk. I thought he was just drunk. But then he kept… I’m just sorry.”
“No need to apologise, babe.” He plants a kiss in your hair. The microwave dings, the last remaining kernels popping behind the glass, but neither of you move to get it. “It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.” He closes his eyes, pain searing through him. He can’t bare to think of you hurting like this. He should have realised sooner. Should have known. “How long’s it been going on?”
“A couple of months.”
Too long, then. It’s always going to be too long. “Stay ‘ere with me, yeah?” he asks. “He won’t get to you ‘ere.” 
“I don’t want you involved in this—”
“You’re my best fucking friend, and I’m not letting him do this to you again. Never.” He pulls away and forces you to meet his gaze. “He won’t fuckin’ touch you again.”
“I’m begging you. Don’t confront him. Don’t do anything to risk your career. Please. Please promise me.”
His nostrils flare, but he nods. It isn’t quite a promise, though — not one he’s willing to keep, at least. 
***
He does his best. He survives practices with the fucker all week while you hide away in his house, rarely getting out of your pyjamas. He has to force you to eat most nights, though you always have a home-cooked meal on the table. He can’t enjoy them, too busy wondering if it’s a forced habit — if maybe you were punished if you didn’t have dinner waiting for Tom. 
And then Tom struts into the locker room before a Sunday match in Man City’s home stadium, his gaze already narrowed on Jamie. Wordlessly, he nudges past the other players, and the hair on the back of Jamie’s back prickles as he stops lacing his boot to look up at him. 
“I bet you think you’re a right hero, eh?” Tom sneers. “Hiding her away from me. What’d she tell you?”
Jamie’s knuckles whiten, entire body tensing, but then he thinks of his promise to you. “You dunno what you’re talking about, mate,” he replies stiffly, drawing his lace tight. 
Tom scoffs. “I know you’re the first person she’d run to.”
This time, Jamie bites, standing up to match his eye level and squaring his shoulders. “And you hate that, don’t you? It must make your fuckin' blood boil. Does it make you feel good, being an abusive twat, or are you that far gone that you don’t care either way?”
Tom slams Jamie’s locker shut, the picture of aggression. Jamie thinks of you facing him, alone in his big old house where no one is there to step in. He thinks of the way you must have flinched at that scorn, and resolves not to on your behalf. He might be breaking one promise, but he’ll keep another: Tom’ll never touch you again. 
“You gonna beat me up as well?” he asks, and that anger he’d been suppressing so well is bubbling now; he’s a volcano ready to erupt. 
“Oi!” The team manager steps in, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a job to do today. Whatever the issue is, you save it ‘til later. Am I clear?”
Jamie doesn’t back down, his eyes flaring with dangerous defiance. Tom is the first to nod,  but not before offering a smarmy smirk — as though he’s won. “Yes, boss.”
“Jamie?” 
“Yeah,” Jamie mutters finally — for you, he thinks. Anything for you. 
*
It doesn’t stop there, though. Tom carries his bitterness onto the pitch, ignoring Jamie through the game so that he’s never passed the ball, never able to score. He’s tackled him more than a few times as though they’re on different teams, and Jamie knows then that he can’t play this game anymore. He won’t. He’ll quit on Monday, find another club to sign him. Maybe even grovel to Ted and go back to Richmond. Anything to get you both out of this. 
He tries to be the bigger man, but he’s never been any good at it, so when Tom trips him in another fight for the ball, Jamie can’t do it anymore. His vision blurs into angry red lines as he stands, shins throbbing from the fall, and fists Tom’s sweaty shirt in his hands. 
“Someone needs to put you in your fucking place,” he spits, and when Tom only grins again, he launches. His fist meets Tom’s hard jaw, and pain flashes through Jamie’s knuckles. Tom sniffs, spits, and the crowd in the stadium falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop. And then Tom lunges back, and Jamie feels the blow through every bone in his body. 
It doesn’t stop him from punching him again. “See how you fuckin’ like it!” he’s screaming, again and again and again, all scrambling limbs and fierce hits between them. His knuckles and mouth turn bloody, and so do Tom's. Finally, they’re yanked away from one another.
Even as Jamie is pulled off the pitch, he’s bellowing across the field: “You’re nothing, you! A piece of fucking shit!” 
“And who are you?” Tom calls. “Her knight in shining armour? You’re useless. You’re nobody!” 
Jamie’s heard that more than a few times now. He no longer sees Tom’s face, but his own father’s. That’s why he couldn’t let this go, he realises. He could never stand up to his own bully, so he’s stood up to yours instead.
Spitting blood from his mouth, he leaves the pitch — knowing it might be for the last time. Knowing that if it is, it was worth it.
*
You saw it all on TV, and you’ve been waiting for the door to swing open ever since. Finally, it does — and you don’t even know what to say. Jamie’s mouth is swollen and his nose bloody, and you want to shout at him for being so stupid, for doing the one thing you asked him not to — in front of everyone. But in the end, you can only sigh, wiping the tears from your eyes. 
“I know I fucked it up,” he rasps. “Maybe I should be sorry, but'm not. He fuckin’ deserved it.”
“And what about your job?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest. You still wear your pyjamas, too afraid to go home and get fresh clothes. Too depressed to even try.
Jamie shrugs, throwing down his bag. “Don’t know yet. Doesn’t matter. I’m not playing on the same team as a dickhead like that.”
“But where will you play now?” Panic rises in you as you think about this means. You’ve never known Jamie without football, and to imagine him losing it now, because of you… It’s almost worse than what Tom did to you, maybe because you care more about your best friend than you ever could yourself. It’s wrong, but it’s true. 
“I dunno. It doesn’t matter.” He sniffs, and you sigh, softening as you move towards him to examine his injuries. 
Without a word, you head into the kitchen to wrap some ice in a towel. He follows slowly, sluggishly, as though he has no fight left in him. He used it all on the pitch. A stadium of fucking people. God, you’re angry. With Tom, with Jamie, with everyone. You shove the ice pack into his chest, blood pumping in your ears. 
“It fucking matters,” you snap. “This is your life. I asked you not to ruin it because of me—”
“My life was ruined the minute you started dating that fucking prick!” he shouts. 
You frown, confused. “What?” Your voice trembles. 
Jamie purses his lip, shaking his head as he presses the ice to his bruised jaw. “Forget it. I did what I needed to. It wasn’t just for you, either. You’re not the only one who’s been bullied before. I’m sick of pushing it aside. Sick of 'em getting away with it. I can’t fight back for myself, but I can at least do it for you.”
You understand then. His dad. Tears sting your eyes.  “Jamie…” You make to reach out, but he draws back as though your touch is venom. It hurts. You stumble back, feeling heavy and wrong. This is your fault. All of it.
“I shouldn’t have come to you. I shouldn’t have put you in this position," you say.
“Stop it. I told you it isn’t your fault.”
“It is.” You close your eyes, cheeks growing damp.
“Babe…” He’s there in a heartbeat, cupping your face with bloody hands. “Don’t. Please, don’t. Just look at me a minute.”
You do. 
“I don’t give a shit about what this means for me. I don’t care if I’m never signed again. I only care that you’re safe. The dick was taunting me, and everyone will see that, but either way… you’re what matters. Nothin’ else.”
You can’t speak, your throat thick with emotion. 
“I know you didn’t tell me because you knew this would happen, but I need you to understand that it’s happened because I love you. Because I always have and I always will. And if somebody hurts you, I’m not letting them get away with it.
“I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that. I know that. I don’t wanna be like ‘im, I don’t want you to see me like that. But I wasn’t going to let him keep doing it. Not to me or to you.”
You hate it. Of course you do. But you love him, and you know that if the roles were reversed, you’d choose him over anything. You know that this wasn’t an act of violence, but of love and pent-up anger. 
“You’re not like him,” you say gently. “You could never be like him.”
He kisses your forehead, and your eyes flutter shut again as you lean into him. 
“You’re worth it,” he whispers. “You’re worth all of it. I just wish I could’ve been there for you sooner.”
You tuck yourself into his chest as he squeezes you tightly, smelling of grass and sweat and dirt. You haven’t felt safe in a long time. You haven’t felt loved in a long time, either. “You’re here now,” you say. 
He nods, chin brushing the crown of your head. “‘S gonna be okay now. I’ve got you.” 
You finally believe him.
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temporaryrose200 · 1 year
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✩Home✩
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✩Please read this post first. It would give you more context on what’s this about. More coming soon✩
Sitting in the luxury carriage that the emperor had ‘kindly’ sent for you, your foot anxiously tapped against the floor waiting for the carriage to finally arrive at the palace. Many thoughts rummaged around your mind like, how did this happen? Why is this happening? And how do you get yourself out of this mess?You didn’t want to marry Claude!? Yes, he is very attractive but he also kills his daughter in the future. You had just started to accept your new life in this odd world but then you were pushed into the deep end, now engaged to CLAUDE!
Feeling the carriage come to a halt, you felt your mind go completely blank and you became paralysed. You prayed to whoever was listening that you weren’t at the palace and that the driver had just stopped to take a break, but as you peaked out from behind of the curtains you saw it. The elegant gleaming white palace and the person who stood in front of it was none other then Claude himself. Even though it looked like a dream come true, it was quite the opposite. Dread overtook your body as your eyes met with his icy blue ones. You took a deep gulp, balls of sweat beginning to form on your forehead at the thought that any moment now, you would be face to face with him.
Opening the carriage door, you were met with one of Claude’s many servants. The man in front of you held out his hand and as you went to take it you noticed how shaky he was. An uneasy feeling in your stomach started to swirl around. Upon taking a moment, you grabbed the man’s hand and were lead out of the carriage. Every step you would take, felt like time was going slow. Or was it you, trying to hold on to whatever freedom you had left.
Eventually you were stood in front of the blonde emperor, his icy gaze focusing on you. His gaze felt like an hungry predator ready to pounce on the small vulnerable rabbit. Tears were already threatening spill out from your eyes. All you wanted to do was go home. No, not back to that huge mansion. That wasn’t your real home. It was just a something to fill the void. You wanted to go back to your world.
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brynnwrites · 2 years
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blood stains - spencer reid
spencer reid x afab!reader (or any reader who menstruates)
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Nope.
This was not happening.
You were dreaming, the red stain on the crisp white sheets of your boyfriend's bed was a figment of your mind's horrific imagination.
You reached down and dabbed at the stain, red residue rubbing off onto the tips of your fingers. It was real alright.
You scrunched your face up, screaming internally while you tried to figure out what to do. First things first, you would have to run to the living room to get a pad out of your purse. Without waking Spencer up.
You had only been dating for about three months. Of course, Spencer knew you had a period, but this was territory you hoped to not have to cross until the six month mark at the earliest. Things were still new and the honeymoon phase was in full swing. It wasn't exactly "I'm ready for you to see all my bodily functions" time in the relationship yet.
You knew in the back of your mind that he would have to see it. It wasn't like you could rip the sheets off without him knowing, seeing as he was dead asleep right next to you. Whether you wanted to or not, you were going to have to face this conversation.
You slipped out of the covers, the bed mercifully not squeaking as you stood. You made it to your purse without a sound, mentally high-fiving yourself. You were in the clear, for now.
"Y/N? Y/N!" Spencer's panicked voice jerked your spine straight. "Y/N, oh my god. No, no, no-"
He slid into the room, literally slid with his socks on the hardwood, his face looking downright petrified until he saw you standing in the moonlit living room.
"Hey, Spence," you squeaked. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
He was breathing hard as he brought a large hand up to rub at his chest. "I-uh, I rolled over and you weren't there. I opened my eyes and saw blood and I—what happened? Are you hurt?"
Your eyes widened as he rushed towards you, hands on your hips as he checked you over for injuries. It hadn't occurred to you that the bed looked like a murder scene—much like the ones that you and your boyfriend encountered on a weekly basis.
"Shit, Spencer, I'm so sorry," you groaned. "I'm fine, I just got my...period."
You winced, and his face turned from one of complete alarm to one of sympathy.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you wake me?" He rubbed a hand over the small of your back soothingly, bringing the other one to smooth your hair.
"I was embarrassed," you whined. "This thing between us is new and fun and I didn't want to gross you out right out of the gate like this."
Spencer laughed and you frowned.
"No, I'm not laughing at you," he reassured you, his hands running up and down your arms. "I just think it's silly that you thought I would be grossed out by something normal and healthy when we see mutilated bodies on a near daily basis."
When you thought about it like that, you couldn't help but laugh too.
"Listen," he was suddenly serious, holding your chin with his thumb and forefinger. "I know things are technically new between us. But remember what I told you that night I finally confessed that I'm hopelessly in love with you?"
You grinned, biting your lip. You remembered a lot of things about that night. The way you and Spencer had spent two years pining after one another until it finally came to a head in a cozy inn in Alaska on the last night of a case. How you danced in the snow and made bold confessions before warming up in the sweetest way in your room, trying not to wake Emily up next door.
"Which part are you specifically referring to?" You asked with a smirk.
He flushed pink, dropping his head for a second before bringing his eyes back to yours. "When I said I'm all in? That you're it for me? I meant it. No menstrual cycle or anything else could ever scare me away."
"Is it possible for me to love you even more?" You smiled, lovesick eyes gazing up at him before reality set in once more. "But your bed, it's covered in blood and so are my shorts and-"
"Come with me," he smiled, taking your hand and leading you back towards the bedroom.
Confused, you followed, until he stopped in front of his chest of drawers. He opened the top one on the right side and your jaw dropped. "What is this?"
"It's your drawer," he said proudly, gesturing to the contents. "I was going to show you today, actually, but we got back so late that it slipped my mind. I went and got you a toothbrush, toothpaste, pads, tampons, underwear, and some extra pajama pants and shorts. I would've gotten you shirts too but you usually steal mine anyways—"
You couldn't help but cut him off with a kiss. "Spencer. You're perfect."
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, I'm not. I just wanted to make you feel at home here."
Your heart tugged in your chest. Was he real?
He picked up a pair of plain black panties and some new blue sleep shorts with little white clouds on them. He placed a pad on top and then pushed the pile into your hands, ushering you to the bathroom.
"Hand me your stained shorts and underwear when you're done. I'm going to throw the sheets in the washer," he said, moving back to the bed.
You couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Once you were situated with fresh clothes and a pad secured in place, you returned to the bedroom. He already had fresh sheets on the mattress and a small heating pad plugged in on your side with a glass of water and some painkillers.
You fought the tears welling up in your eyes. You had never felt so absolutely loved and cared for in your life.
"I'll take those," he appeared next to you, gently taking the blood soaked clothes from your hands.
You felt a little awkward giving him your period blood-stained clothes like that, but he didn't even flinch. You thanked him, taking a few sips of water with the pills. You found him at the utility sink in the laundry room, rinsing your clothes in cold water to get the blood stains out before washing them.
You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your head against the lean muscles of his back. "You're an angel, Spence."
He hummed contentedly. "Just doing my job, honey. Go lay down with the heating pad, I'll be there in a minute."
He turned to give you a sweet forehead kiss before wringing out your clothes in the sink. You reluctantly padded back to the bedroom as the cramps set in. You curled up in a ball on your side, the heating pad situated snugly against your pelvis.
Warm arms wrapped around you before you felt Spencer's entire body heat surround you, tugging the covers up over you snugly.
"Where did you learn to do all this?" You asked softly.
"I'm a doctor, remember?" He teased, tickling your side lightly.
You giggled and squirmed. "You're not a medical doctor, genius. Seriously, where did you learn all about periods?"
He exhaled slowly. "My mom's memory issues started pretty early when I was graduating high school. Whenever I would come home from college, there would be little things she'd forget. Sometimes she would forget when she had gotten her period, and I would help her clean up her bed and get her set up on the couch. Besides, it was just me and her growing up. I was a naturally curious child so she had to teach me about feminine menstruation pretty early when I found her pads in the trash can."
You snuggled deeper into his embrace. "You're such a good man, Spence. You're an amazing son, an amazing FBI agent, and an even more amazing boyfriend. I honestly don't know how I deserve you."
He kissed your shoulder, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. He always said he loved the coconut scent on you. "I'm the lucky one. I kind always figured I would die alone."
You snorted. "You might wish you could die alone after a few years of me. I can be a mess sometimes."
He shook his head against you. "Everyone's a mess. But you're my mess."
You smiled, reaching back to scratch at his scalp like he loved so much. He hummed, leaning into your hand.
"Want me to massage your stomach?" He murmured against your ear.
"Please," you sighed.
He wasted no time in moving his large, warm hands to your lower stomach, right above where your uterus was currently throwing a tantrum. He massaged light circles and tested different patterns, asking you every few minutes if the pressure and motion was okay.
Soothing relief gradually took over and you felt yourself on the brink of blissful sleep. "I love you, Spencer," you whispered in the dark.
"I love you too, Y/N. Get some rest." Spencer kissed the side of your head, never stopping his soothing movements against your stomach until you were fast asleep.
You woke the next morning to the loss of Spencer's body warmth and frowned until you smelled pancakes. He was soon in the doorway, carrying two plates of chocolate chip pancakes, cups of orange juice gripped precariously in the crooks of his elbows.
"Good morning. How are you feeling?" He asked, placing the plate of hot pancakes down on your lap. He set the orange juice glass down on the nightstand before circling to the other side to climb in next to you.
"Much better. What's all this?" You asked, a grin spreading over your lips.
"I read that chocolate, in small doses, can actually help ease period cramps," he said with a bashful smile, gesturing to the pancakes. "Many medical professionals believe that's why most women, even ones who don't particularly like chocolate, crave it on their period."
You took a big bite, moaning at the warm sweetness. "It's delicious. Thank you. And it's really sweet that you did all that research."
"There's no need to thank me, honey," he said, smoothing your hair. "I like to think I'm good at taking care of people."
"You are," you agree. "I hope I can take care of you the same way."
"Well," Spencer chuckled, "I don't get periods, but you take care of me all the time, even when you don't think about it. Like when you bring me food when you know I haven't eaten on cases. Or when you give me scalp massages when you can tell I've had a stressful week. Or when you take my dry cleaning with yours because you know I'll forget. You do so much for me and I don't tell you thank you often enough."
You shrugged. "That's no big deal."
"It is," he insisted. "You do it not because you have to but because you want to. That's what makes it meaningful."
"You're the first man I've ever really felt that kind of thing for. The want to care for them. You mean the world to me and I want to help make you happy," you smiled.
He took your hand, kissing your palm with chocolate pancake lips before clutching it to his chest. "You do make me happy. Always."
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iicheeze · 1 year
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YALL IMAGINE THIS
your an assassin being hired to kill this person in exchange for a very big amount of money so ofc you take the commission
and your mission is to befriend the target so you can kill them in the least suspecting way
like poisoning their tea or giving them flowers with toxic scent that could kill a Sumpter Beast in seconds
or maybe choking them when they're asleep or sedated with food that you served that's drugged with sleeping medicine
but the target is always two steps ahead of you and is always aware of your plans so they tease you by trying to convince you to taste-test the food you made or drink the Camomile Tea you prepared for them
Yandere Target that's obsessed with the chasing whether its negative or positive and keeps destroying your current and upcoming plans just so they can keep you for a little longer and enjoy the chase
Kaeya Alberich, Albedo Kreideprinz, Lisa Minci, Childe, Ningguang, Xingqiu, Yelan, Kamisato Ayato, Shikanoin Heizou, Kaedehara Kazuha, Tighnari, Cyno, Al-Haitham, Wanderer, Dottore
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zeldas-cigarrette · 5 months
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Baroness/fem!reader, reader is her assistant, baroness falls and hurts her ankle, she's forced to drop the ice bitch act in private as the reader takes care of her. Even if the rest of the staff don't see it
— a/n * ˚ ✦: Huge apologies for the long wait of merely 10 months, I’m really really sorry I haven’t been in the right mind to write. I hope you can still enjoy it, even though it's been so long since you‘ve written this request. 🩵
— word count -`,✎; 1.2k
— pairing ༉‧₊˚✧ ; baroness von hellman x fem!reader
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It was a really busy day in London, therefore also in the house of Hellman. Employees were scurrying around in the enormous fashion house, dressing mannequins, and restocking clothes. It was one of those days when the Baroness decided to show up in the store, making everyone a nervous mess. She wasn’t known for going easy on people, especially not when it concerned her fashion.
You were busily trying to set up her office, organising refreshers and snacks for her upcoming meetings, the Baroness expected nothing but perfectionism. As her assistant, it was your job to fulfil these needs. You clumsily tried to light the candles in the golden candleholder, the last thing for the ambience to look neat. A few deep breaths later you decided that your job was done, for now. When the Baroness arrives there would be greater tasks than her office, and for that you would have to prepare yourself now.
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An hour later, a black, almost carriage-looking, car stopped in front of the store. You hurried to the gates of the fashion house, greeting your boss. Her lips were painted a deep maroon red, whilst her pompous dress swayed with every step she took. The woman radiated power and wealth. You gulped as soon as her eyes landed on you, her mood wasn’t pleasant, to say the least. The baroness flicked her wrist at you, motioning for you to follow, and with her head held high, the fashion icon strode through the tall glass doors. You hurried to her side, trying to keep up her pace. “Good morning”, you quickly said and tried for a clumsy smile. The baroness shot you a quick glance, scoffed and took in the scene of her scurrying employees. “Only use ‘good’ if the morning actually is”, she advised snarly and pursed her lips. Her rather analysing look applied to a certain young woman who was white as a wall when she spotted her boss.
Every time you saw the baroness, your heart clenched slightly, not exactly knowing why since she never did more than make people feel small. But something in you tended to like her a little more than you should.
All the things she wanted to restock, a little leather handbag, and a pile of clothes, fell to the floor when the Baroness’ blue eyes pierced through the young girl. To say that the poor woman was petrified would’ve been an understatement. “What are you looking at? Pick those up!”, Baroness von Hellman barked and pointed to the scattered clothes on the floor, “And make sure they’re clean.” Her voice was sharp as a knife. Then she turned to you, eyeing your being for a moment, long enough to ask yourself if something was wrong with your appearance. “Is my office ready for my meeting at 2?”, she asked snidely and put her hands on her hips.
“Everything’s ready. Mr Kohl will bring new designs”, you replied curtly and nodded. The Baroness rolled her eyes. “So be it, I’ll be in my office”, she announced to you and turned to walk off. A breath of relief, that she was at least somewhat pleased, escaped your lungs. However, the next thing you heard was a loud ‘For heaven's sake!’, your eyes shot in that direction, only to see the baroness lying on the floor, hissing and visibly appalled. You ushered over kneeling next to her. It appeared, that the young employee forgot to pick up the black leather bag, over which the baroness tripped and fell.
“Are you alright?”, you asked and reached out your hand to help her get up. “Don’t touch me”, she hissed. You scowled in response and slowly retrieved your hand, and scooted backwards to give her a little more space. The baroness clumsily tried to get up herself but failed miserably. Your eyes scanned down to her ankle, seeing it was visibly swollen. “It’s turning blue, just let me help you get up?”, you repeatedly asked and your expression softened. It was visible on her face that she contemplated accepting your help. Then she reached out her hand for you to take it. However, getting her off the floor took a little more than just her hand. You gently held her by the waist, helping her get up and while doing so, your cheeks flushed slightly. “Make sure she gets fired”, Baroness von Hellman hissed and her grip around your waist tightened, steadying herself. “Now bring me to my office”, she caustically snarled nudging your body to move forward. Her warm hands clutching your hand on her waist, for reasons that weren’t clear to you. 
It might’ve looked somewhat ungraceful but the two of you managed to get into her office without any more incidents. After placing her on her office chair, you pulled a small stool underneath her injured ankle to prop it up. “I’ll get someone to bring ice”, you announced, already making your way out of the door again. “Can’t you do it?”, she asked snarkily. You turned around, eyes widened at her sharp request. “I meant, can’t you please do it?”, The Baroness corrected herself and sounded a tad bit softer. “Of course, I’ll see what I can do”, you replied and excused yourself.
And some time later you reappeared in her office with a pack of ice in your hands. The Baroness’ looked like she yearned for the coolness on her ankle. You gently placed the ice on her injured spot and took a step back. “That shall do it”, you mumbled and brushed some hair out of your forehead.
There were a few long moments of silence before Baroness von Hellman decided to speak up again. “Thank you”, she said, not looking up from her papers. “You’re welcome”, you replied curtly and turned to go, wanting to prepare the staff for the afternoon Rushhour. “I mean it, thank you”, she repeated with a little more force. It was unlike her to thank someone and even more to actually say it twice. “It’s fine, no worries”, you replied carefully, not knowing if this was a trap. Then the Baroness finally decided to look up at you she waved you over to her desk. “You were the only one to rush over and help me, I owe a ‘thank you’”, she remarked and held your gaze, “Everyone else was too afraid to even ask if I was alright.”
Everything she had said was true, her employees were far too scared to even look directly into her eyes not to mention go up and help her. The longer she looked at you the more you realised that her expression had grown softer. “I just wanted to know that you’re taken care of, I wouldn’t have liked to see you in pain when I was right next to you.” It looked like the baroness was taken aback from your sudden heartfelt words, a subtle smile tugged her lips. “Come back later”, she then said with no hint of mockery or disdain, “And fire that lady with the bag.”
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Y/n: Bro, I totally forgot about my homework! Tell me you did yours so I can copy?
Nathaniel:
Nathaniel: Y/n, your tongue was in my mouth literally 5 seconds ago. Please don't call me "bro".
Y/n:OH... My bad nath... So can I copy you or what broski?
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Yandere shadowpeach dbk freenoodles sliktea greenflame spider Queen and Nezha x baby night fury/light furry mix reader
Like we are one of the eggs of toothless and his mate light furry.
But we end up get taken druing a fight and
Our egg is on a ship but somehow our egg rolls into a potrly and is in lmk world
and how the others find us is us hatching and they're stuck is so we end up in imprinting on them ( haha you are the father haha ) and they have to explain to there lovers what happened ( sun trying to explain his to his mate she did not cheat
Dbk the same to his scary wife tang to pigesy mk to Mei)
And they we see our mama and slowly turn into our human form which was still most likely look more Dragon then anything and sneeze end up doing a plasma ball lol that hits our Father lol
I always have a hard time when drawing a nightfury for when I wanted to make oc haha lol but anyway that’s off topic let’s get to it!
Warning: noob author, dark theme, female child reader, yandere platonic characters, and others.
Characters: shadowpeach, dbk, freenoodles, waterspider/silktea, greenflames (mk x mei), spiderqueen, nezha.
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Shadowpeach:
He had found you when he was fighting a demon who was dumb enough to try and kidnap his master and apparently that very demon had the egg you’re currently in, so they decided to bring you along for safe keeping until you hatched.
(I’m deciding to do this in the past since I didn’t really have a way to put sun in a fight that much plus I thought it would be a good and fun idea.)
You had hatched soon after and imprinted on sun some time into the journey later, they couldn’t do anything about it so they decided to go to sun’s home. When they all finally arrived to sun’s kingdom; flower fruit mountain, they weren’t expecting another monkey like sun but black aesthetic to punch sun in the face making him drop little (Y/n) who landed safely on the ground confused on what’s happening and don’t know what to do.
It was Tripitaka who was able to cool down his disciple mate and explain to him that sun did not cheat on him but actually in reality saved the little one when they came across a mishap on their journey which lead to macaque getting embarrassed and softly apologized to sun, who didn’t really care just as long as his mate know he wouldn’t do something that terrible to him and added how macaque looked hot when he punched him.
You look at the other monkey who wasn’t your father and soon declared him as your mother by talking in their language, which you had somewhat swiftly picked up on the argument from pigsy and sun along with everyone in the group are speaking to each other.
Before y’all got to flower fruit mountain; pigsy and sun was having a argument in front of you while you sun bathe which annoyed you because all you wanted was sleep and they weren’t letting you so you did what you could only do and followed your instincts; which lead for them to have a face being hit by a plasma blast shot from you before you went back to sleep now finally able to have the quiet of it that you needed to do so.
They all soon agreed to one, never mention that again and two, to never fight in front of you even if you’re not sleeping yet, cause they don’t know what else you could do and don’t want to find out; for such a young hatchling you certainly have a powerful plasma blast that even the great sun wukong don’t won’t to face again.
Macaque soon grew attached to you and now saw you as his daughter and would only let Tripitaka, Sandy, sun, and bai long ma be near you, no pigsy as he speaks loudly and you’re usually asleep when he’s around and macaque don’t want you to go through the trouble of shutting pigsy up so he makes sure he doesn’t happen.
Dbk family:
Dbk had found you in a forest as he was just taking a walk to calm his nerves and decided that you would be a big surprise to his and pif anniversary.
He had kept you a secret for the most part with only redson knowing and doing normal check ups to make sure you’ll hatch all healthy.
You had soon hatched and quickly latched onto dbk, imprinting on him as your father and soon followed him wherever he went which was hard for him to keep you a secret but apparently not good enough.
Pif had soon found the hatchling, and thought the worst; she at first thought that she could just ask her husband about it but with how hormonal she’s gotten from her period she soon grew anxious about the outcome to that which lead to her growing angry with her husband.
(I don’t know if demons can have periods or something similar to it but let’s just go with it for the post.)
Dbk forgot that it was his wife hormonal week with how excited he was about his gift for their anniversary, it wasn’t until redson had point out that it was in fact her hormonal week.
When you noticed pif it was then that you made the conclusion that she was now your mother and started cuddling with her making her settled down with your purring before her husband was finally having a chance to explain about you.
Redson mostly spent his time studying you and also playing fetch with you; he studies you because he want to make sure that he can understand the things you need, like, and other things like that, one time he was drawing on the dirt ground of the garden they had before you came over and observing what he was doing before grabbing a big enough stick before drawing yourself, one you were done you felt proud of your work before noticing redson was going to step on it and started growling at him which made him lift his foot before doing it again and seeing it result in the same reaction to when he first went to put his foot down on a line of your drawing before going around the liners and ended up to you which you jumped on him and yelled brother with a proud and happy look on your face.
Freenoodles:
Pigsy was just getting ingredients for his food that he sells in his shop when he found you about to be kidnapped while you’re in your egg not even hatched yet, which being out his overprotective side out and make the culprit regret deciding to do that.
When tang first saw the egg he had many thoughts mostly logical but then he started going down the deeper and more anxious thoughts before asking pigsy why he has a egg in his hand softly with his head down.
Pigsy was worried about his husband reaction and noticed how his shoulders would shake a little, starting to panic he quickly explained how he had saved you from some kidnappers and decided to bring you back home with him so that the two could raise together like with how they did with mk.
Tang was relieved but made pigsy let him have free noodles from now on as a way to make up for scaring him like that; he somehow doesn’t know how to react to that but relented anyway to make it up to tang.
You hatched soon afterwards and imprinted on both of them. You would tear the seats that was in the shop which lead to tang having to always carrying you so you wouldn’t be able to do that or get a reason to do that.
Tang had accidentally bought catnip and was going to bring it back for a return but you seem to have got a hold of it and now was doing things similar to how cats do when they’re on this stuff.
Tang and pigsy noticed how you seem to be more like a cat and decided to see if you would do more cat stuff with toys, pushing stuff and other things like a cat would, but it wouldn’t be long before you started to grow human features, not much but just enough to make it show. Your wings had crashed into many things which lead to you being told to do that outside when it gets stiff, and of course to ask permission and make sure you bring someone that they know they can trust; like mk, sandy, redson when he visits for his boyfriend.
Waterspider/silktea:
You had meet him when you barely could open your eyes; he was searching for a missing cat that got lost and was close to where you were, apparently the cat wasn’t exactly lost but had sensed you and wanted to see what was what, which lead to him finding you hatching from your egg and eyes meeting resulting in you imprinting on him as your new father, plus finding the cat.
Huntsman was skeptical about you since you’re a dragon and are more damaging than a cat is but sandy won him over by saying how the two could teach you on how not to do things that would damage the boat or anything else along those line.
They took noticed on how you acted like a cat so they went from there with a few changes since you aren’t really a cat. They also got a laser just to see how you would react to it; never again are they using it as he has being chaos.
They see that you like fish and nothing more so they tried to get different fish for you so you wouldn’t get tired of it so fast which probably wouldn’t matter as that’s your species usual diet, but they do try to spice things up with ingredients that they knew you might like and wouldn’t harm you.
You then start growing more hum an features as you stay and live with them which was new since you only had dragon features before so they decided to meet up with mei to see if she possibly know why you suddenly stared growing human features.
She said maybe is was because of how long you stayed with the couple and started to gain characteristics from the two which would make sense now that they think about it. Then they left for home while saying goodbye to mei along with thanking her as well.
They started teaching you more human/demon like teachings and how to live in the city while keeping you close to them as a dragon demon is rare and only mei’s family and herself are the only ones they knew about so you might get kidnapped if the two weren’t careful about protecting you from people who would do that.
Greenflames (mei x mk):
Mei is the one who had found you since your egg was in her garden and she was just going for a little walk to past the time before her boyfriend would come over and tan sight of you in a field of small flowers of light colors; and with how your egg shell was a very noticeable color it was super easily to spot you, that had made her a little worried about any trespassers that would sometimes come to either sill something from them and if they spotted you before her, she wouldn’t know what to do of that thought as if wold bring some paranoia.
When mk’s girlfriend; mei, had shown you to him he at first didn’t know what to think as the thought of finding a dragon egg was both awesome and worrisome. Awesome because that would mean a new friend she you hatch and he can teach you a lot of things like a dad would, and worrisome as something terrible would have happened if mei didn’t find you first.
Since mei’s family is descendants to bai long ma the dragon horse that had accompanied Tripitaka and his disciples she pretty much was raised to know how to take and raise any kinds of dragons if that sort of scenario happened as weird as that is.
You had hatched a few weeks later after that and that brought a celebration in order; when they brought out a substitute for the cake you apparently blew fire in reson’s face on accident, good thing he’s fire resistant and a demon or else his face would of melt by that plasma blast that you threw at his face.
You like to swim in the pool that your new mother family own for fun, and sometime your parents would add some fish as well as change the water for you and the fish that you like to practice catching in.
They would grow protective as they both have a few possible enemies that would like to weaken them at any moment wether it’s to kill you or kidnap you; the enemy best hope it’s just kidnapping cause if anything happened to you while in the enemies hands then they are done for and not just by you, they would have mk and mei to deal with.
They would bring you to the gravity arcade a lot as it’s a fun place and thought you would have a blast and they would be able to teach you some moves on how to get prizes and tickets for the prizes and y’all would get to spend time together as a family would.
Spiderqueen:
Your egg had found it’s way into her lair and was resting in the other eggs not being found out about until you hatched from that egg. Syntax was the one in the area and so he quickly alerted his queen of this new discovery which she had found amusing very much.
She was glad of this knew discovery and was thinking this was some kind of sign of her finally getting what she always dreamed of; total control of this place and hopefully soon the world, and if that happened it would be the year of the spiders all the time then.
She likes how you have more color schemes to her as it seems almost like you were meant to be under your care than any other who would fully and foolishly miss the potential that you would gain as you grow to adulthood, which is why she usually have herself and her most trusted and only minions be the one to take care of you.
She wouldn’t let you go anywhere outside the lai in fear of losing you as she ha d grown to think of you as her own daughter and child and even then you have a tracker imbeddedinto you by syntax just in case something bad happened or if you decided to wander off forgetting you mother’s words.
If anything bad happened to you then she would make sure that the culprit regrets even thinking a lost dong that then turn around to scold your for forgetting to bring strong spider, huntsman and, and syntax and your bodyguard.
You would get everything that you would want as long as log as you’re patient and if it was in her capability to get it; she would even get the head of sun wukong if it was possible and when sh get stronger than before.
She was glad that she lived somewhat close to the ocean for yoyu to get your fish as that seem to be the species diet from what she and syntax could understand as they learn from watching you follow your instincts.
Nezhaa:
You were brought to the jade emperor who thought it was wise to give you to Newhart; who was skeptical at this outcome but ended up agreeing to the jade emperor’s orders as the jade emperor is in human terms his boss.
It was a new occurrence for him to have to watch both you and the map at the same time but he was able to get used to it some time later and since you wouldn’t be able to anything at this stage of your growth so he didn’t really have that much challenge from you.
But when you did hatch it certainly became difficult for him as you can be rowdy when bored and hungry, he was able to get some things from a store in the human realm over time that would cure your boredom and huinger thankfully.
He noticed that you hav characteristics form that of a cat so h decided to see if you would play with cat toys ;Ike a laser that he can control by hand and a mouse for you to play with while he’s busy at the moment.
You soon gain human features as you grow; finally being able to stand on two legs that look like a human rather than a dragon who would be on four legs usually though you seem to have still have dragon features that now m,Ames you a half dragon.
When you had used you plasma blast for the first time it was at him when you had became grumpy by him not being able to spend time with you; and with how you’re still young and very much playful he needs to entertain you but you don’t realize how big his responsibility is right now but he still tries to raise you.
If anyone tried to take you away from him then she will make it a very painful death, even if that person is of higher wing than him; he will make sure that it was some kind of accident musta to make sure he’s able to keep you as his daughter.
(A/n: i didn’t do them all the same because some i had already put down and then remembered about the request and some of them didn’t seem like they would do that sop I hopes that was ok and hope you liked what i did with it anyway😁 hope y’all liked it as well and hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)
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oneshlut · 5 months
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MASTERLIST
Find all of my works here! All oneshots, headcanons, and imagines. Again, subject to change.
Rules For Requesting
Characters I Will Write For
The Lorax
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Villainous
Dr. Flug -
Overjoyed [Headcanons]
Locked [Headcanons]
The Doctor Is Out [Headcanons]
Homemade Affection [Headcanons]
Bag of Bones [Headcanons]
Somehow Alive [Headcanons]
Two of Hearts [Headcanons]
Demencia -
Blackhat -
5.0.5. (platonic) -
Ghoul -
Sonic
Sonic (platonic) -
Tails (platonic) -
Knuckles -
Shadow -
Rouge -
Blaze -
Silver -
Metal -
Tangled
Varian -
Explosive Heartbeat [Headcanons]
Angel [Headcanons]
Eugene -
Lance -
Cassandra -
Five Nights at Freddy's
Monty -
Sun (platonic) -
Your Best Friend [Headcanons]
Moon (platonic) -
Your Best Friend [Headcanons]
Eclipse (platonic) -
Your Best Friend [Headcanons]
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Michael Afton -
Phone Guy -
Henry Emily -
Vanessa -
Mike Schmidt (movie) -
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MLP
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Calm [Headcanons]
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Fionna + Cake
Simon Petrikov -
Fionna -
Marshall -
The Amazing Digital Circus
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Pomni -
Ragatha -
Jax -
Input Feelings [Headcanons]
Down The Rabbit Hole [Oneshot]
Overly Warm Welcome [Imagine]
Lovingly Hated [Headcanons]
Jax (platonic) -
Turning.. Something [Headcanons]
Zooble -
Kinger (platonic) -
Gangle (platonic) -
All Characters (platonic) -
Another New Home [Headcanons]
Gravity Falls
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Hazbin Hotel
Alastor -
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Angel Dust -
Tom Trench -
Husk -
Lucifer -
Niffty (platonic) -
Vox -
Rosie (platonic) -
Steven Universe
Pearl -
Amethyst -
Steven (Future) -
Connie (Future) -
Spinel -
Trolls
Velvet -
Veneer-
Your Valentine [Headcanons]
Dialtown
Oliver Swift -
Randy Jade -
Ticket Jerry -
Curie -
Pierre -
Roger -
Tango -
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ilovedilfs4ever · 1 year
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Munch munch.
pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x reader! (Engaged AU!)
WC : Never doing that. 😨
Notes : No plagiarizing blah blah blah..
Warnings : none I think.
Requested? : nope! Requests will soon be done, I was halfway done with this so I thought I’d finish it first.
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“Dannyyy, wake up, I’m hungryy.” You grumbled, tossing and turning on the bed as your stomach rumbled.
“Hmm, but it’s 2am..”he said groggily. Voice, raw and raspy. Turning over, he wrapped his arms around your waist, your fingers getting tangled in his curly hair. Rustling the sheets, you sat up placing his his on your lap, unfortunately, your stomach was relentless tonight and decided to growl even louder.
“Daniel please.” You pleaded, knowing your stomach would not quit til you got something to eat. Nodding and stretching, you kissed his cheek thanking him before the both of you threw on your coats in order not to freeze to death in the winter.
Reaching the nearby supermarket, he grabbed a cart before you hopped into it, sitting and grabbing all the snacks you wanted as he walked through the aisles, humming along with the melodies the supermarket would do often play.
‘‘Cause all of the small, things that you do, are what remind why I fell for you’’ you sang, holding onto a breadstick.
Next thing you knew, you were being lift up by him and spun in the air before getting settled on the ground where you both danced and sang to the song ‘Those Eyes by New West’
‘And when we’re apart and I’m missing you I close my eyes and all I see is you.’ Those lyrics rang through your mind, though true, you knew he’d always return to you like you would return to him.
A few minutes later, you find the both of you paying at the counter when the cashier said “I saw the both of you dancing and thought it was cute so I placed the footage in a drive, would you like it?”
Laughing, you buried your head into the confines of his coat in embarrassment, hoping you at least looked alright while dancing.
After paying, the both of y’all sat the at playground right next to your apartment where you found yourself reminiscing along with him about the funny moments you spent together with him during middle school.
Going back to bed after roughly 30 minutes of a midnight snack, you cuddled against him, finding warmth in his presence, he was a human toaster after all. Drifting off to sleep, you dreamt of the many more memories you were going to make with the love of your life.
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oneprompt · 2 years
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Hello, Franny! How are you doing? I hope you are doing well! Don't forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!
Franny, can I please request sfw promt №13 “We both have a crush on them , don’t we?“ for Frobin x shy!fem!Reader? If it makes you uncomfortable you can delete it!
Thank you for wasting your time on me!
authors note : im doing quite alright , a bit demotivated from writing but ...! Yknow .. i'll try my best to remember to do those things as i always forget to this was so fun to write .. i love polyam stuff and frobin ?? oh , anon .. you know me all too well. please enjoy , my angel <3
Franky x Robin x Shy! F! Reader : " We both have a crush on them , don't we ? "
Robin's extra spawn of arms fastened an endearing bow around your neck, holding up your newest bikini. She insisted on taking you out shopping, buying things to break out from your 'comfort zone.' After all, it was summertime... You could certainly hide in clothing the entire time, but it would break Robin's heart to see you fall ill to the wicked forces of sun stroke. Plus, it was also an excuse for Robin to indirectly indulge in a guilty habit of hers: retail therapy. You and her originally just went for the bikini, and a shall but alas, that wasn't enough to build an adorable fit for the Sunny. You got new wedged sandals, and a pair of sunglasses to match your gal pal.
      "Come out, Y/n. I'm sure you look lovely," The older woman giggled, cheek resting in her palm. Robin was already out on the ship deck, waiting for you as you changed in the bathroom. Her outfit was more or less, like the polar opposite of the one she had just purchased for you. A small black bikini with a skirt bottom that resided down to Robin's ankles, sunglasses hiding her pearly blues, and a large sunhat preventing the sun from burning her once you two sat down.
And as if you were on a queue, you stumbled out of the bathroom. The bikini Robin had so graciously gotten for you was quaint. A light pink two piece decorated with white flowers, the heels plain white, as well as your sunglasses. You couldn't fight the rapidly expanding blush on your face once you noticed Robin's expression brighten up ever so slightly, a light chuckle slipping past her lips. "Do i look alright?" You asked, avoiding eye contact with the tall woman. Sure, Robin was your best friend but you couldn't help but get flustered around her, especially with her staring at you so intently.
    "Beautiful," she hummed, grabbing your hand. "Let's go sit down and show everyone how cute you are, mhm?" Robin used her free hand to push down her glasses ever so slightly, fluttering an endearing wink at you. From the sensation of her delicate fingers intertwined with yours, to that heart quaking wink, you felt like you were gonna explode, your face acting as the hot ticking time bomb to it all. You couldn’t do anything but nod rapidly at her words, eyes squeezed shut to try and ignore the rather... fruity thoughts that resided in your system every time you looked at Robin. 
Even as you two walked further along the ship, rearing close to the rest of the crew, Robin’s touch against your hand never ceased. She kept your hand secure in her own, holding it softly. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts grow frantic. Was your hand too clammy? Could Robin feel your hands tremble at every light squeeze she gave your palm? You were basically vibrating by the time you two reached the main deck, now on full display to the crew. 
     “You two look mm...suuuuuuper!” Franky beamed, his booming voice overshadowing Sanji’s sorry excuses of compliments and flirtation. Robin laughed quietly at her lovers praise, side eyeing him discretely. 
Robin held your hand tighter then moments prior, “you think Y/n looks pretty? I said the same, but the poor doll won’t agree,” she smirked at Franky, leaning closer to you.
Franky grinned before lowering his shades, raising an eyebrow at you. “You look suuper pretty, you sure are a sight for sore eyes.” His flirty smile only expanded at your reaction, the way you shyed away from his gaze, your cheeks returning to their crimson state. Robin laughed at the two of you, both the way you tried to hide behind your hands and the way Franky continued to unleash mountains of praise towards you, a dopey smile glued on his face. 
Your brain felt 100% discombobulated, a whorl wind of thoughts racing through you. Your brain couldn’t keep up with your heart, the way it swayed back and fourth for the couple before you. Was it weird to have a huge crush on your best friend as well as her cyborg boyfriend? Or was this normal? Curse the world for making you feel so taboo for wanting a hand spawning girlfriend and a 7 foot robotic boyfriend...! I mean, monogamy was the norm and you couldn’t help but feel wrong for craving this type of relationship. Would people look down upon you guys? Wait-! You’re getting waay ahead of yourself! How do you know Franky and Robin would ever want you in that way? What if they were just an... overly friendly couple? Surely, that’s what it was. Just too smiley, and too touchy. Right? Right.. Right! 
         “You- you two are just saying that..” You murmured, shifting your gaze from Robin to Franky every two seconds. Robin’s hand pressed onto your shoulder, looming over you with a soft smile. 
         “Don’t be so humble, Y/n. You’re adorable,” Robin’s hand wandered to your hair, giving you a slight pet before returning her hand to your shoulder. Your eyes darted away from Robin, only to be met by Franky. You peered up at him, just about to turn your head away before he went off once more. 
         “Totally! So cute,” Franky snickered, his hand looped around you and being left behind on Robin’s hand. You were like an ice cream cone beneath them, melting from the small touches that would forever linger on your skin. Being smoothered and spoiled by two tall beauties was certainly an experience. Not that you were complaining, quite the contrary. Their large frames lingering over you, hands giving you touches that left you feeling secure and loved. 
You were basically out of breath from psyching yourself up too much, your glossy lips sealed shut. You placed a hand over your heart, finally trying to catch your breath. 
        “U-um, i’ll be back! I have to quickly go fix my hair..!” You nearly gasped out, your face matching the shade of red that resided on Franky’s hawaiian shirt. Both Franky and Robin lifted their hands off of you, watching you rush away from the deck with an endearing gaze. Even as you almost tripped over your wedged heels, their looks of admiration failed to waver. 
Once the couple heard the bathroom door fly shut, they looked at one another, trading knowing smirks to one another. 
       “You like her, don’t you?” Robin pushed her sunglasses up, leaving them to rest in her hair line. Her expression was smug, eyebrows thrown upwards as she gave her lover a sly gaze. Franky laughed at her words and gaze, hands placed on his hips. 
       “Says you, you super like Y/n, too!” Franky laughed loudly, earning a giggle from Robin as she nodded her head. 
       “Soo... we both like her?” Robin’s smile graced itself into the form of a smirk, arms crossed over her chest. Once more, she earned a nod from Franky. Robin looked from him to the bathroom door, awaiting your return as she conjured up ideas. “Are you thinking what i’m thinking?” she cooed, leaning up against Franky’s side, one of her hands stroking along his arm, fingers tracing along the star tattoo that branded his wrist. 
     “Oh, ya. I know exactly what.” Franky smiled widely down at Robin, one of his large hands lingering along the small of her back. 
      “Oh, splendid.”
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blue-sterling0357 · 1 year
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Salutations ! Hope you are doing well :) could I please request an Agni from black butler x reader? There’s hardly ANY and I just love the gentle giant so much! Could you do something with the cliche of Soma noticing the chemistry (or creating it lol) between Agni and reader and going out of his way to set them up or put them in situations? Thank you thank you
(A/N: I also love him, which is kind of iconic since in real life I do not wish to date a indian man, but if it's fictional indian man named Agni, I'm there to serve him till my last breathe)
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Holding a special place in your heart ♡
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❉How did you both end up like this? Oh right, Soma…He sent you both to saint Sindh Mukesh’s, the king’s dear philosopher, library and when you both entered the room, he pushed you both and locked the door. As you both sat on the floor, the only light source being a tiny window, very high up with a metal grid on it, the chances of it helping you escape were zero.
As the sun started to go down, Agni and you lit up the chimney in the library’s far end to make sure no book got burned. As you both sat on the floor, reading one or the other book of the library. Luckily there was compartment there with blankets, snacks, water and pillows; guess people have already been stuck here before……
As you looked over at Agni, you saw him zoned out writing or drawing something, you dropped your book and slowly leaned over him and saw him drawing flowers and hearts, around a beautiful, calligraphy, Hindi word, your name……
“वायें” he had written your name in Hindi, “Y/N” your name was decorated with many flowers, hearts and drawings. You knew Agni had a crush on you and he didn’t make it subtle either, always making you his most-important priority equal to Soma, always brought you your favorite flowers, made your favorite foods and took you to England with him and Soma and introduced you to his friends there, servants to Earl Phantomhive’s servants; Sebastian, the head butler and the other servants; Bardroy, the cook, Finnian, the gardener and Mey-rin, the only maid there. He also cooked you your favorite food, which every Indian person knows means that “I love you so much and wish to spend my entire life for you and so to show you that I made you your favorite food” just in action.
As you leaned more and tugged your head on Agni’s shoulder, he immediately jolted up, scaring you as well because he never got scared that easily, guess he was really zoned out……As you both calmed down, Agni put his right above yours and turned his head away to hide his flustered face, as you held his hand in yours gently and held it up to your face before kissing his knuckles and putting it back on your hand on top of your thigh, now he more blushing and flustered but he still shifted closer to you, he held your hand in larger one and tugged his on your shoulder as you again picked up your book and began reading soon you turned your head to look at him to see him sleeping on your shoulder…As you slowly laid him down on your lap and opened the folded blanket before covering Agni with it as you began reading yet again… . . As the sunlight from the tiny window hit Agni’s face, stirring him from his sleep, he felt the softness of the blanket, he slowly sat up, before finding a tiny bouquet of three lilies, five daffodils and seven jasmines right near his head, as he sat up, he couldn’t find you anywhere, only a blanket and a pillow where you were sitting. As he inspected the bouquet, he saw a metal key right in the middle of it with a rope tied to it, the rope had a short note stuck at the end of it, which read in beautiful Hindi…
"डार्लिंग, मेरे पास पहले से ही पुस्तकालय की चाबियां थीं, लेकिन तुम्हारे साथ अकेले रहना एक अवसर था जिसे मैं जाने नहीं दे सकताी थाी ~"
Just then he remembered that you were the head servants having the responsibility of entering and exiting the library whenever you wanted, but since he was so excited to be alone with you, he completely forgot about it, but at least you both were able to tell each other about your love….
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translation of the note~
"Darling, I already had the keys to the library, but being alone with you was an opportunity I couldn't let go~"
Also this is how you tell someone you love them in Indian style, cause our country is a bit conservative, at least this is how my mom tells me she told my dad she loves him!
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alloftheimagines · 2 years
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billy hargrove | i need my girl
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words: 3k
warnings: sexual harassment, mentions of domestic abuse, billy being a drunk asshole (with an apology), strong language, alcohol, smoking, relationship angst, brief mention of reader having period cramps and brief mention of fatphobia.
prompt: Reader finds out that Billy get stuck at a party and reader had to drive to her house so he doesn't get in trouble by his father. Billy say some mean thing to reader while being drunk.
AN: I've been listening to "I Need My Girl" by the National A LOT and somehow this ended up fitting right in with the prompt. just in case you like music with your fics!
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You’re in your bedroom when he calls you, your pink telephone ringing. You’ve been expecting it. Nobody ever calls you on a Saturday night. Nobody but him. You’ve been waiting, anxious, because he’s at a party and you’re not, and you know what he’s like when he drinks too much.
“Hello?” you answer upon picking up, slipping a bookmark between the pages you’d been reading and crossing your legs.
Billy’s voice is slurred and gravelly on the other side as he yells, “Shut the fuck up. Shut up. I can’t hear my girl.”
You roll your eyes, though the term of endearment warms your chest.
“Babe?” he asks finally, and you imagine him swaying by the telephone, or maybe draped across a couch. You hear the sound of laughter in the background and wonder what kind of fun he’s been having tonight. Whether he misses you, or if the loud music is enough to drown you out of his thoughts for hours on end. Not like you. You’ve been worrying, imagining, all evening. It’s been a rough week with his dad, and Billy needed desperately to blow off steam, he said.
You never dare ask what "blowing off steam" consists of—not when he does it in the likes of Carol’s house, with prettier, popular girls. Not that you don’t trust him. You just know how he loses his head to impulse and self-destruction when he’s struggling. Worse when he’s drunk. Trying to talk him out of it only makes him feel smothered. He needs his space, and you have to live with that.
“What’s up, Billy?” You sigh and push the book away, rubbing your tired eyes.
“Not annoyed at me, are ya?” he asks. “Don’t be like that, baby. Don’t be grumpy.”
“I’m not. Just tired.”
“Oh, c’mon. You’re missin’ me. You can admit it.” It feels like he’s rubbing it in. Because all you wanted tonight was to stay in, rent a movie, and eat popcorn in his arms. But he hadn’t wanted to. He rarely does. Where you’re an introvert through and through, he only wants to jump from one rowdy moment to the next, never staying still for long enough to think, feel. And sometimes, you wonder if it’s because you’re not really what he wants. He claims to like your bookish, softer side, the fact you’re not like the other idiots he hangs out with—and yet when it comes down to it, he always chooses to hang out with them before you.
“Look, I’m about to go to sleep, so—”
“No, no, no,” he protests. “You can’t sleep. I need you…need you t’pick me up.”
You sigh and check the clock on your bedside table. It’s two am, you’re in your pyjamas, and you're suffering from a mean case of period cramps. Going out to pick up your drunken boyfriend is the last thing you want to do. “I can’t. It’s late. Can’t you catch a ride?”
“No. No. I can’t go home tonight.” Sadness shimmers in his tone. “Neil’ll kill me if he sees me drunk.”
“Then stay at Carol’s for the night. I’m sure she won’t mind.” It's petty, even for you, and you hate to be the jealous girlfriend.
His irritated huff crackles down the line. “I wanna see you. Wanna stay with you. C’mon, babe.”
You close your eyes, pain lancing through your chest. He knows you can’t deny him when he pleads with you like a desperate child. “Alright. I’ll be there soon.”
“Great. You’re the best.”
“Billy—”
He’s already hung up, leaving you to talk to an empty, droning receiver.
You slam it down and pull on the first clothes you find, exhausted and already dreading what you’ll find when you get to the party.
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For good reason. As soon as you get out of the car, you hear the screeches of drunks twirling around the garden, abandoning empty beer cans and cigarette butts. Music blares from inside, silhouettes dancing in the window against flashing lights. Billy isn’t anywhere outside, which only makes things worse.
You steel yourself before stepping in, crossing your arms over your chest, since you didn’t have time to so much as put a bra on beneath your loose sweater. Your car keys jingle in your hand, your only comfort when sour, alcohol-laced breath wafts around you and bodies bump into you. “Hey, you’re Hargrove’s girl,” one of them mutters.
“Not for much longer,” you reply through gritted teeth. Not if this becomes a habit.
It’s Carol you stumble across first, bleary-eyed and smirking. “Lookin’ for Billy?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
“He’s got you on a tight leash.” She sneers, looking you up and down before pointing to the couch. “Over there.”
Anger pricks through you, but you take a deep breath and march over to the couch without another word. A reaction is what they want, and they won’t get one from you.
Billy lays sprawled on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hands and his eyes unfocused. His face is slick with sweat, his torso bare and his T-shirt and jacket strewn on the floor. He attempts to sit up when he sees you, eyes brightening. “Baaaaabe. You came for me.”
“Uh-huh,” you mumble, picking up his abandoned clothes. “Put your shirt on.”
“Uh-oh. She’s moody,” he pretends to whisper to the boy beside him, Tommy, who laughs as his eyes rake across you with something you don’t like.
“Isn’t she always? You picked the most uptight bitch in Hawkins.” He nudges Billy as if he’s in on the joke, and he laughs just to prove it.
It stings. Burns. You didn’t come here to be mocked by your boyfriend’s friends. You came here to take him home. “You wanna walk home?” you ask him, voice clipped.
“Now look.” Billy pulls his shirt on inside out, an oily smile on his face. “You poked the bear. She’s gonna be a pain in my ass all night.”
It isn’t just the words that make your stomach twist, but the way he’s talking about you as though you aren’t even there. You get enough of it at school. You shouldn’t have to endure it now, too. Not from him. He can be hot-headed, loud, and you’re patient because you know it’s a result of his father, but this…this is different. This is dehumanising. It makes you feel so small, you want to disappear.
You can’t even walk out. Not with Billy in this state, his eyes hooded and his limbs clumsy. He could run out into the road or pass out, choke on his own vomit, anything. And you know even now, deep in your heart, that he wouldn’t have called you tonight if he didn’t need to. It’s not something he makes a habit of, and not just because his friends like to poke fun.
So you just stand and you take it, offering your hand. “C’mon. Let’s go home.”
“Yeah, Billy. Do what your mom says. Off you go.” Tommy slaps his shoulder in jest as Billy attempts to haul himself off the couch. In the end, he only ends up pulling you back down with him, his unstable weight too much for you to bear on your own. You end up on his lap with an “oof.”
“On second thought, she’s got a pretty nice ass, huh?” A hand lands on your rear end, and it isn’t Billy’s. “Let me know when you’re done with her. I wouldn’t mind a go myself.” Tommy is chortling like a five-year-old as you slap him away, your cheeks turning a furious shade of red.
And Billy…you see the anger, the clarity, seep into his hazy eyes. See him stagger up off the couch. See him grab Tommy by the collar of his shirt, pinning him to the couch. “The fuck did you say?”
“Woah. Chill out,” Tommy says, eyes wide and his smug smirk long gone. “I was just messin’ around.”
“Yeah? Well you can go mess around with yourself. Don’t fuckin’ touch my girl. Asshole.” Billy is trembling, and you swallow as fear rises in you.
“Billy,” you whisper, attempting to pry him away before a punch is thrown. “Please. Let’s just go home.” Tears flood your vision when you realise everyone is watching. You’ve been humiliated by every single person in this room, including the only man you thought you could trust.
Billy doesn’t let go. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, rage tightening the tendons in his wrists, his knuckles turning white around Tommy’s shirt.
“Billy,” you beg again. “Please. I want to go home.” Your voice cracks pathetically, and you hate yourself for it.
But Billy loosens his grip slowly, the vein in his forehead throbbing. “Don’t even look at her again, or I swear to god, I’ll kill you.”
Tommy only lifts his hands in surrender, pale and shaken.
“Come on,” you murmur, dragging Billy by the arm. He follows, stumbling until he slips his arm around you just to keep himself upright. Your teeth clench with the effort it takes to guide him out of the house, glad when the fresh air hits your clammy face.
“What a fuckin’ dick,” Billy is mumbling in your ear. “I shouldn’t have come to this fuckin’ party. I hate that guy, Y/N.”
Finally, you reach your car, pulling open the passenger door and throwing Billy in with little tenderness. You slam the door on him, anger still rippling through you as you round the bonnet and slip into the driver’s side.
“Woah, woah,” he winces, “What’s with the slammin’ doors?”
You can’t say anything. If you do, you’ll explode, and there’s no use having an argument with him when he’s like this. Instead, you turn on the radio, fist the steering wheel with shaking hands, and drive.
“What, you’re not talking to me now?” He pokes you in your ribs, teasing, but you keep your glare on the road ahead. “Oh, c’mon. You know I hate the silent treatment.”
And you can’t help it. You explode. You veer off the road, coming to a halt by the tree line so you can face him properly. “You know what I hate, Billy? I hate being humiliated in front of everybody. I hate being talked about like I’m not there. Like I’m just the butt of your shitty fucking jokes. Like you don’t even want to be with me. I hate feeling like a piece of fucking shit because I came to get you, to help you, when you asked me to.”
He blinks, tucking his chin into his chest and sighing. “I know. And Tommy was way out of line—”
“I’m not talking about Tommy!” you scream—and regret it instantly when he flinches. He hates shouting. Hates being shouted at. You know that. You’re just so fucking angry, so hurt. You sigh; scrape your hand across your face before continuing, quieter. “I’m talking about you. The way you spoke to me, the way you laughed at his jokes. It felt…” your eyes well with tears, and you clutch your chest as though there’s a knife there, because that’s what it feels like. You’ve lived your entire life this way, getting nothing but laughed at by your parents, siblings, friends. For being too nerdy, too chubby, too everything. Everyone treats you like you're nothing. You just never thought he would, too. But he’s looking at you like you’re speaking a different language, a stray curl falling into his eyes, and you know it’s useless trying to make him understand. So you shake your head and focus on the road again. “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. Let’s just go home.”
“Y/N…”
You turn the radio back on to drown him out, but it does nothing to staunch your tears. You feel his gaze on you the entire time, and it only makes it worse, until soon your bottom lip is wobbling and you have to clamp down on it, have to wipe the tears from your eyes so the lights around you are no longer blurred.
“Shit,” Billy mumbles finally.
It’s all he says until you pull up in front of your house. Your bedroom light is still on, while the rest of the street is pitch-black.
You shut off the engine, exhausted and numb, and unfasten your belt. But when you try to get out, his fingers curl around your wrist, keeping you there.
You can’t look at him yet, so you look at the garden path behind him.
“Baby,” he says softly. “I’ve fucked up. I know. I know I have.”
You can’t argue with that.
Frustratedly, he scrapes his hair back. “I shouldn’t have made those bullshit jokes. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know why I do a lot of things.”
More tears, this time flowing faster, rolling down your jaw, your neck, dripping onto your sweater. Your ass still burns from the feeling of Tommy’s hand. “You know, he wouldn’t have touched me like that if you hadn’t laughed at me first. When you treat me like that, you’re telling him it’s okay to treat me like that, too. That I’m just a joke to you.”
“You know you’re not.” He brings your hand to his lips; kisses the back of it, and then your thumb ring and your knuckles, so soft and bearing no resemblance at all to the man at the party. He stinks of alcohol, and it means nothing. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.”
You pull your hand away, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes and sniffing. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“No.” His brows furrow. “No. No. Don’t…please don’t. I said I’m sorry. Please don’t…please don’t leave me.”
Surprise flutters through you. You tilt your head. “What?”
“You can’t break up with me. You can’t.” He shakes his head, his own eyes glossy now, and no longer just with the booze. Fear is written all over his face. Fear like you’ve never seen before, even after Neil's beatings. “I know I fucked up. I know. I know. But we can fix it. I can fix it. I swear to god I can.”
“I’m not breaking up with you. I’m just upset. I’m upset, Billy, and I can’t talk to you when you’re drunk because I don’t think you understand why.”
“I do. I do understand. I was a fucking shit. I was so…god, I felt like him.” His upper lip curls with contempt, and you know who he’s talking about. His dad. “You deserve so much better than that.”
You press your head against the cool window, closing your eyes so you don’t have to look at his broken features anymore. You hear the click of him unfastening his seatbelt, and then the weight of his rough hands on your thigh as he shuffles closer. “It’s worse ‘cos I missed you so fuckin’ bad tonight. Kept thinking about how I could have just been home with you, but I was out gettin’ wasted, acting like a prick instead. And I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m ruining the only good thing I have. And I don’t know why you’re still with me.”
You know he’d never say these things if he was sober, never admit them. But you also know they’re true, because he isn’t in the habit of being vulnerable like this unless he really means it.
“I’m with you because I love you," you say. "I just…I just sometimes wonder if you feel the same. If we’re right for each other. I’m never going to dance with you at a party or get wasted. I’m never going to like your friends, especially not now.”
“He’s not my friend.” It was practically a growl. “And you’re wrong.” He squeezes your leg. “You’re the only good thing I have. You’re my girl. I need you. I’ll do better. I will. I swear to fuckin’ god, I will.”
You don’t reply; don’t know what to say. You want so badly to believe him, but you don’t know if it’s enough anymore.
Until he says, “I don’t think I know. Y’know. How to have a good thing without destroying it. I’m so scared of…of losing you. Of being like him. And I think tonight I was waitin’ to see how far you’d go. How much you’d take. Like I wanted to show you the worst part of me, the ugliest parts. Maybe I wanted to drive you away now so you wouldn't leave me later. But I never meant for it to get that bad. I never, ever want you to be hurt, not by me or anyone else. I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I just—”
“It does make sense,” you croak finally, letting your hand wander back into his.
“I’m fucked up, Y/N.”
A tear rolls down his cheek. You swipe it away with the pad of your thumb. “Maybe I am, too. ‘Cos it was so goddamn easy for me to fall apart tonight. To feel like nothing. And maybe I was expecting that, too. That you’d realise sooner or later I’m not what you want. That I’m…” Your chin quivers.
“Don’t.” He shakes his head slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so delicately it makes you feel like precious glass. “You’re all I want. You are.” He rests his forehead against yours. He smells like whiskey and cigarettes, and you don’t mind anymore, because it’s him, and you love him, and you forget sometimes how fragile this thing is between you. How easily one of you could break it. And perhaps how you’ve both been waiting for it to break, somehow.
But in the dark silence of the car, your hands locked together and your tears mingling, you forge it into something stronger.
“It won’t happen again. It won’t,” he promises.
“It can’t,” you reply, because it’s true. You’ll allow one mistake, one bad night, but your heart won’t take much more. Not like that, anyway.
“It won’t,” he repeats, brushing his lips against the tip of your nose. He doesn’t try to go further, doesn’t try to kiss you, and you’re glad. He’s drunk and you're tired, and you just need him to be gentle with you. “It won’t.”
You end up falling asleep with him like that in the car, uncomfortable but safe again, nestled against his chest. And in the morning, Billy’s grovelling begins.
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temporaryrose200 · 2 years
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•YANDERE CLAUDE•
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Just imagine Yandere Claude x Childhood Friend Reader with a twist. This scenario has been stuck in my head for a week now. Before we start I just want to warn people that this is about yandere, it not that bad but still. Hinted murder is also in it.
You're a huge fan of the novel The Lovely Princess, but one day you get into an accident. When you wake up you find yourself reincarnated in the 6-year-old body of Claude’s childhood friend. For about 5 days you were just freaking out. You had died and now you’re stuck in the body of a minor character, not even an important one.
As you were going over the story in your head you realise what fate was going to happen to your character. You were going to die in the future by the heads of the soon-to-be emperor. After a while of even more freaking out, you made a plan. As you were in the young body of the character, Claude would be too. This means he’s not gone ‘crazy’ just yet. So the plan was to try and slowly distance yourself from the future emperor. Acting sweet to him, giving the young boy all your attention until you had slowly made your way out of his life completely. This plan shockingly took nearly 6 years until you were finally free. Of course, you felt bad for child Claude, but it was quickly dismissed after releasing that he would kill his daughter in the future…
After that, you began living a comfortable and rich life. That was until the day you turned 20… You knew the day would come when you would have to get married. The day you have to say goodbye to the comfortable life of not worrying about anything and say hello to a life that was filled with a husband that doesn’t even love you and some snot nose brats. But what you haven’t expected was to be engaged to Claude de Alger Obelia the emperor!
None had expected it, not even your parents. Claude had found out about your father trying to find you a suitable suitor for you, so he had written a letter saying he would like your head in marriage. You begged and pleaded in your head for your parents to politely decline the emperor's proposal, but they didn’t…This was the best suitor for you and even better you knew him! That is what your parents explain to you and sadly you couldn’t say no.
You had no idea why this was happening! This never happened in the story. Claude had not a single romantic interest in your character, so why did he want to marry you now? That’s what was going through your head as the carriage drove you to your new home. As soon as we’re at the palace you never left your new fiancé's side. There were a few times you could get some alone time when you had to use the bathroom room when he had an important meeting or at night when you both sleep in separate beds. But your rooms were right next to each other so it still felt suffocating. It wouldn’t be long before you moved to his room and start to sleep in the same bed as Claude.
You obviously felt so uncomfortable but you didn’t look much into it, maybe somehow you made the emperor fall in love with you. But how though? Was it because you actually treated him like a human or maybe it was just for personal matters? You doubted the second one…
But weird stuff began occurring, a couple of months later. You were never alone now. You always had someone with you. Would it be Claude or an assigned guard. You couldn’t leave the palace walls, if you even tried talking to any of the servants they would just scurry away muttering about a matter that they had to get to. At this point, all this was beginning to take a toll on your mental health.
But there was one thing that made you stop and realise. When you were out in the Garden with Claude, your personal maid (who had been with you since you were a teen) accidentally spilt tea all over your lap leaving a painful burn mark on your legs. You quickly had to excuse yourself to get changed and when you came back we a clean dress she was gone. The guards on duty stood there with a fearful expression and your fiancé sat there sipping tea as though nothing had happened but you knew. Even if you didn’t see it. It was your gut feeling that Claude did something to that poor woman. That was the day you began to worry something was truly wrong with the story you once had loved…
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brynnwrites · 2 years
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comfort in the dark - spencer reid
spencer reid x reader
warnings: none
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Panic.
The others around you looked shocked and confused, but all you could feel was overwhelming panic.
Your heart was bound to leap out of your chest as the lights continued to flicker like a scene straight from a horror movie, people shouting directions and "what's going on"s to one another.
All you could hear was your heart pounding and a frenzied buzzing in your ears.
Then suddenly it all went dark.
You nearly fell down as you surged towards the closest body to you.
"Y/N? Is that you?"
Reid's voice felt like a comforting blanket being draped over you as you clung helplessly to his arm.
"Yeah," you squeaked timidly, equal parts terrified and embarrassed.
"Are you okay? You're shaking like a leaf," he said, his other hand reaching out to grab your other shoulder before slowly moving his fingers in. You sucked in a breath as he blindly found your racing pulse on the side of your neck, "Your heart is pounding. Are you having a panic attack?"
You nodded before realizing he couldn't see you, so you whispered a meek, "Uh-huh."
"Let's sit down, okay?" He said, slowly putting pressure on your shoulder as he guided you down onto the floor with him.
You sat as close to him as possible, ignoring the fact that this would be horrifically strange behavior if you were in the light. However, you were thankful Reid was the one you had grabbed onto because you somehow knew he would be the least likely to judge you for your fear.
"Can I try something?" He asked.
"S-sure," you stuttered, teeth chattering slightly from anxiety chills.
He slowly removed your grip on his arm before taking both your arms in his hands gently and scooting around so he was sitting behind you, "Lean back."
You hesitated for a moment, before deciding to trust that he knew what he was doing. You sank back slowly into his chest, feeling his heartbeat thumping against you lightly.
He wrapped his arms around your waist like a lap seatbelt, securing you against him, "Just feel my heart beat and breathing and try to match your breathing to mine."
You did as he said, feeling his chest rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, encouraging you to follow his lead. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the fact that you were in the middle of the pitch black bull pen.
You couldn't help but laugh internally at your situation: here you were, leaning back in the embrace of the man you had been pining for for nearly three years, yet the thing that made you most nervous in the moment was the lights going out.
Go figure.
You felt Spencer lean into you slightly and your heart jumped, as if you were finally realizing the gravity of being held by him. You almost short-circuited as he tucked his head into the curve of your neck, exhaling into your skin. Spencer never touched anyone like this, never this much.
That had to mean something right.
You desperately tried to return your focus to your breathing, but were failing miserably. So you allows yourself to indulge for a moment, figuring that if it kept your mind off of your fear for a while it was worth it.
You memorized the smell of his cologne, deep and woodsy with a hint of spice and something sweet. The feel of his warmth against you, his beating heart and steady rise and fall of his chest. His curls that brushed against the side of your face as he practically snuggled into you. The firm embrace of his arms as they buckled you in like a rollercoaster bar, and the slightly clammy feeling of his hands as they slowly tangled with yours, keeping you grounded.
You found an overwhelming sense of peace and thought If I could just stay like this with this man forever, I would never let him go. I just need a chance.
You stayed like that for a while before you heard a throat being cleared very close to you.
Your eyes shot open to see Kate squatting next to you with a candle, "Hey there, sleepy heads, Hotch wants us to meet in the round room until the lights come back on."
You nodded vigorously, gulping as she chuckled and handed you the candle.
You turned and gently nudged Reid, bringing him back to the real world, "H-hey, Hotch wants us upstairs."
"Oh, yeah, of course," he said, all semblance of his earlier confidence and smoothness evaporating as he stuttered and scrambled to his feet, helping you up as well.
"Thank you, Spence," you said, "I needed that. But, um, could we maybe keep my little fear of the dark between us?"
He nodded quickly, "Yes, yeah, no problem, I won't say a thing."
You offered him a smile before cautiously working your way up to the round room.
"She said his name is Mr. Scratch," Hotch said, "I think I have someone who could get me a name in connection based on a case I worked on years back. Garcia, do you think you could get enough signal up for me to make a call?"
"Yes, sir," Garcia nodded dutifully, clicking away at her laptop.
"Everyone else, keep working as much as possible until we get things up an running again. They're hoping it won't be more than an hour," he instructed.
You all murmured in agreement as he left the room to make a call.
"Hey, hey, there's our little nerdy lovebirds," Morgan said, gesturing to you and Reid with the candle he was holding.
Your face flushed with sudden heat and you giggled nervously, "Shut up, Morgan."
"Don't act like you didn't get all cozy in the dark with Pretty Boy over here, I saw you two," he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.
"I-it wasn't like that," Reid protested.
Your heart sank. Even though you knew technically it wasn't like that, part of you felt like it was. Hearing him openly debunk it made part of you deflate.
"Yeah," you said halfheartedly, "it wasn't."
“Sounds like both of you are just really bad at denying your feelings for each other," Morgan theorized, shaking his head.
"Morgan!" You whined, "Penny, get him to stop, please."
"Hey, I can't say I disagree with him," she said, holding her hands up in surrender, "You two are so clueless to each other, it's painful!"
"I'm not clueless!” Reid squeaked.
"Spencer, you may be a certified genius but you have to be pretty clueless to miss Y/N's heart eyes for you," Garcia said bluntly.
"Garcia!" You yelped, hopelessly embarrassed.
"Am I wrong?" She asked, her voice dropping with feigned innocence.
"I-uh, I don't, you're just," you sputtered, "Ugh, forget it."
"See!" She pointed triumphantly, "I am right! And as for you, dearest Dr. Reid, the yearning is as palpable as it is in the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film adaptation."
"What does that even mean?" He huffed, frustrated.
"It means that you two like each other and are both too stubborn to admit it," she said finally, before turning back to her keyboard.
Even in the dim candlelight, you could tell Reid was as red as you were. Blushing aside, the lighting illuminated his face almost angelically.
In a spur of confidence, you made a decision that you knew could go really well or really badly.
"Hey, Reid, do you want to go with me to hunt down some more candles?" You said suddenly.
He shrugged, "Sure."
You led him out of the round room, ignoring Morgan's suggestive whoops and whistles, and down to the hallway where the bathrooms were. Thankfully, the space was empty.
"Why are we over here? The supply cabinets are that way...oh," he trailed off, "Is this about earlier? I'm sorry about them, I should've known they would make a big deal out of everything-"
"Spencer, they were right."
"Huh?" He looked very confused.
You sighed, trying to figure out how to word it, "They were right. At least about my part. The heart eyes and feelings for you and all that jazz."
Spencer's eyes widened and his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, "Wait, what?"
You paused for a moment, gathering the courage to admit the secret you had kept for so long, "I love you."
"Y-you do?" He asked, disbelievingly.
"Yes," you confirmed, "And I totally understand if you don't feel the same, I just-"
"You're not just saying that because I helped you with your panic attack earlier?" He asked, as if he had barely heard you.
"Of course not," you giggled, "I've loved you for nearly three years now. When you brought me my favorite gummies that one day, I knew I was a goner.”
His nose twitched lightly and his eyes shined, lips quirking up into his signature half smile, "The blue ones shaped like sharks that you can only get at Cindy's Candy Shoppe in the mall downtown. You like them because they remind you of going to the aquarium with your family.”
You grinned, taking his hand in yours gently, "I'm still shocked that you remembered. I may have mentioned them once in passing, I never even knew you heard me say it until they were sitting on my desk with a little note that I could barely read.”
His hands trembled slightly in yours, and if you were to slip your fingers a few inches down to his wrist, you would feel his racing pulse.
"Hey," he frowned playfully, gulping as you took a small step closer to him while taking his other hand, "my handwriting isn't that bad. Plus, studies show that highly intelligent people have the worst handwriting because their brains work faster than their hands can write..."
He could have been talking about anything and you would have listened for an eternity. His words trailed off as he found it hard to focus on anything besides your increasing closeness.
"I need to hear you say it, Spence," you said softly, staring up at him, now merely inches away.
"S-say it-um, say what?" He sputtered, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
"If you feel the same for me. I need to hear your answer."
He was silent for a flickering moment, which made you hesitate. Did you read this all wrong?
But one look at his dazed, adoring eyes and parted pink lips and you knew better.
The words didn't leave his perfect mouth it was pressed against yours with so much passion it made you dizzy.
"I love you. Of course I love you," he murmured against your lips, the words sloppy and somewhat muffled yet urgent enough to understand clearly.
You met him with the same amount of passion, grasping at the hairs at the back of his head and pulling slightly as you moved against each other.
You broke apart for air, both gasping, each unable to create a coherent thought outside the other.
"Hey, have you seen Y/N and Reid?" You heard JJ ask from down the hall.
"They're probably somewhere getting their love on," Derek said suggestively, and you and Spencer had to stifle your giggles.
"It would be about time," JJ chuckled.
There was a moment of hesitation. Spencer looked at you with his eyebrows raised and you matched his expression before offering your hand to him.
"Do you want to do this?" You whispered.
His answer was written in his smile as he took your comparatively small hand in his.
You walked down the hall with glowing confidence, heart pounding as Derek and JJ turned to look at you.
"Hi, guys!"
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WHAT WENT WRONG? — ✿
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— CHARACTERS: (gender neutral) childhood friend reader, kim munseong (htf)
— NOTE: aha angst with childhood friends go brr, and yes i came up with this idea while i was listening to sad songs 😿 my specialty/j
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The sounds of your own footsteps resonated along his as you both quietly walked side by side on the sidewalk in stillness.
The silence was deafening. It was awkward and comforting at the same time, but you didn't know. Maybe because his presence was there.
"What, are you thinking about Bomi again?" You started off jokingly to tense off the unpleasant atmosphere, teasing the boy that was staring off to the empty street in front of you.
"..."
"It's a shame, really," Your hand instinctively placed themselves behind your back, lowering your head.
"If I was the one who helped you that day.."
"If I..."
Cutting off your sentence, the boy was now mindlessly gaping at the side of your cheek. A hint of confusion and disquiet written on his face.
"I regret it. Really."
"But," facing him, "that's just a pitiful way to confess, Isn't it?" You grinned at Munseong.
"You really love her a lot, don't you?" Your soft laughs filled the awkward ambience. It was frustrating.
It was disappointing. To think that you could've done anything to help him on that day, But you didn't. You were frightened. Scared. It was understandable that he'd like Bomi after that, she helped him, unlike you. After all, you were just a mere character to him, you didn't improve him in any way.
Biting your lower lip in an attempt to stop any tears from splurging out, you uttered again.
"I like you, Munseong. That's what I was trying to say all this time."
It was too late.
Tears started to soak onto your cheeks, your nose reddening by each second by your small sniffles that you were holding back all this time.
"I don't expect anything from you," Sputtering through your small hiccups, you continued again.
"I just thought that maybe, just maybe, this would help lessen my feelings towards you." Glancing at the boy again, you frowned.
"But looking at your face at this moment, I'm afraid I can't help it. I'm sorry."
"That's really pathetic of me, isn't it?" You laughed quietly. How could you even smile at him during this? you're incredible, he thought.
"I'm sorry."
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