#oblivious reader

[junkdrawerfics]

hello!! i had a request for jasper, if that’s ok? i was thinking about him with an entirely oblivious reader. alice knows they’re meant to be together, and just cannot fathom how reader is this clueless to jasper’s flirting? LMAO esp with that southern charm and the fact that he’s actually talking to someone outside of his family 😭 just know id be blissfully unaware that man’s even interested even if he was breathing down my neck and his family is practically tearing their hair out atp 😭

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: You're oblivious. That's it. And it drives the Cullens (+ Bella) crazy. Jasper has to take a far more direct approach to get through to you.

Word Count: 1846

Note: I hope this works for what you were requesting! It was a fun write, I always like playing with different perspectives and even writing scenes without the reader directly in it.

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“Anyone would think they’re dating,” Alice sighs in exasperation.

Bella follows the vampire’s gaze, noticing you and Jasper standing close together at your car. You’re gesturing wildly, eyes wide, excitement pouring off of you like usual. And Jasper’s just listening, a soft smile on his lips, one she’s only ever seen when the blond’s with you.

“Most of the school does,” she corrects, shoving her hands in her pockets, “Jessica brings it up all the time and Angela says she had to fight Eric to keep it out of the paper.”

Alice snorts softly, the sound somehow delicate. The humans love gossiping about their family, a fact that is unchanging wherever they go. She’s heard more than a few rumors about the two of you, and Jasper probably has too. You, however, remain blissfully unaware.

In her entire century of life, she had never met someone so completely oblivious.

“Does she know he’s flirting with her?” Bella asks, her brow furrowing as Jasper tucks a strand of hair behind your ear while you just keep talking a mile a minute, totally unphased. You, the girl who gets flustered at the drop of a hat with everything else.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Alice chirps matter-of-factly, “She has no clue that he likes her. It’s kind of sweet. But also maddening.”

“You’ve seen something about them?”

“Of course I have.” She sighs again, shaking her head. “It’s not even that, though! I don’t need a vision to know they’re perfect for each other. They’re both absolutely smitten with each other, but she’s even more oblivious than you.”

“Hey-!”

Jasper chuckles under his breath. You pause, head tilting as you follow his flickering gaze to the two girls standing at the other side of the lot. Alice has her hands propped on her hip, a smirk adorning her features as Bella turns impossibly red.

Curiosity washes over you. Eagerly, you whip back to Jasper. “What are they talking about?” 

“Bout you and me it seems, and they’re arguin’ about how…observant Bella is,” he murmurs, amusement clear in his tone.

You blink, pursing your lips a little, “They were talking about us?” 

“They were just wonderin’ if we are goin’ to the fall festival,” he lies smoothly. Jasper has no desire to expose you to the ugly rumor mill of this town. “What do you say, darlin? Want to go with me?”

“Yes! Yes, I’d love to! I’ve been thinking about that all week!” You squeak, confusion disappearing just like that.

The smile you give him is so bright, so genuine, it could cripple a weaker man. The blond has to bite his tongue, though, the desire to lean down and kiss you pulling at his chest viciously. He wants to see if your smile tastes as sweet as it looks…

 “We could see if they want to join us!” You continue, clapping your hands like a little kid. “Maybe that’s why they were talking about us. Oh, it’d be so fun to go as a group!”

The groan from across the parking lot is audible even to you.

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“Gaaaahhh-”

Your groan gets cut off when you flop onto your bed and land face first in your fluffy comforter. It practically swallows you whole, you almost wish it would.

Bella watches, lips curling in amusement as she gently drops her backpack down and perches herself at your desk, “Jasper again?”

“-e’s su niiithee,” you whine, voice muffled.

“Try again.”

You turn over on your back, pouting at the ceiling, “He’s so nice.”

“He is.” Bella draws her knees up to prop her chin on and waits. The rant is inevitable.

“No, like, he’s so nice. You don’t understand, Bells.” You throw your arms in the air, letting them fall to the bed dramatically. “I’ve never met someone who’s just so nice. And he’s so pretty and charming and sometimes I just wish I could jump on him and hold on like a koala.”

“You could,” she points out, not missing a beat.

Propping up on your elbows, you can’t help but gasp at her, cheeks going positively red, “No I can’t! That would totally freak him out!”

“I think he’d like it more than you think.”

“Oh my gosh.” Your hands fly to your face, as if covering it will stop the blush from spreading down your neck. “You’re so mean to me, Bells. So crude.”

Bella snorts, “That’s not crude. And you’re oblivious.”

“Hello!” You yelp, sitting up. “Kettle calling the pot black!”

“It’s the other way around, actually.”

“Oh whatever,” you sigh, flopping back down. Your thoughts are always a mess when it comes to Jasper, and everyone teasing you like this doesn’t help. It’s easy when you’re with him, you kind of just forget about it all. He’s your best friend, afterall. A frown pulls at your lips. “And I’m not oblivious. We’re just really close friends. I think I’d know if he liked me or something…”

Bella has never been so close to strangling someone.

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Eventually, a Cullen family meeting has to be held about the issue, despite Jasper’s reluctance.

“She’s clueless,” Bella groans, dropping onto the couch next to Edward.

Emmett snickers from his seat with Rosalie, “I thought we already knew that?”

“We did.” Alice sighs as if she’s mourning the thought. “But we’re afraid it’s worse than we originally thought. The girl is hopeless.”

“She is not,” Jasper chides, lingering on the edge of the group. A part of him doesn’t like having his family in the middle of this. It’s his relationship, or lack thereof. He hates feeling infantilized.

“Hush, Jasper.” Alice waves him off, earning a scowl from the blond. “You’re hopeless in your own ways. This is about (Y/n).”

“So what should we do?”

Jasper forces himself to take a long, calming breath. They mean well, he knows that. They always do. But their methods are usually far too…exaggerated. He might have considered asking for Esme’s advice, perhaps even Carlisle, but not Emmett, and most certainly not Alice. This is his decision to make, and he needs to go about it in his own way.

“Oh! Maybe we can hire someone-”

“That won’t be necessary,” he interrupts, cutting off whatever wild plan Emmett has concocted, drawing the family’s attention to himself. Jasper straightens up, giving them all a pointed look, “This is my business, and I will be taking care of it as I see fit. Thank you for your concern, but it is unnecessary.”

“What are you going to do, honey?” Esme speaks her first words of the evening, voice gentle and unassuming as always.

The blond softens, giving her a faint smile, “I’ll be straight with her.”

“But-” 

“Stay out of it, Alice.” The little ravenette pouts, though her eyes dance with excitement. A little push was all he needed, it seems. “It won’t do me any good if she learns of my feelings from one of you. It needs to be me. Even if I have to lay myself out plain for her to see.”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want, son,” Carlisle hums, relieved to take a step back. He wasn’t a fan of this plan from the start.

“It is.”

And it’s true. At one point, it didn’t feel like he had much control of his life, but now he does. And now he has you. It may just be a ‘matter of time’ thing, according to Alice’s vision, but he wants to do this right, at his own pace. 

Now, it’s just a question of how.

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“Darlin…can we talk?”

“We are talking,” you giggle, writing down another formula.

“I mean a more serious talk.”

You blink, looking up from your chem textbook to meet a pair of nervous, gold eyes. Nervous? Jasper is nervous? Your brows furrow, concern immediately sparking in your chest.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, notes forgotten and thrown to the side. You can always study later. “What’s up, Jasper?”

“Everythin’s alright, just-” Jasper settles on the bed in front of you. He keeps a respectable distance, but reaches across to take your hand in his. You freeze. Eyes wide, you can’t stop yourself from staring at it. Your hands. Together. He’s holding your hand. Why is he holding your hand?

“Darlin?”

“Huh?” Oh right. You drag your gaze back up to him, catching a flicker of an amused smile on his lips. A blush creeps up your neck and you smile apologetically. “Sorry, sorry, um, what’s up?”

“I have something important to tell you,” he explains, thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that is far too distracting. 

It helps calm your racing heart, though, because a part of you is terrified. You have no clue what he could possibly want to talk about that would warrant such seriousness. Unconscious, you end up holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

“I like you, darlin.”

What?

You pause. Process. Confusion swirls through your concern.

“I like you too, Jazz, you’re my best friend,” you chime, tone completely lost and befuddled.

An incredulous laugh breaks past Jasper’s wall of nerves. The tension drips from his shoulders. It’s ridiculous. So ridiculous that he feels like he can finally say everything he’s ever wanted to say.

“I’m ‘fraid you don’t understand, darlin,” he hums, giving you one of those gorgeous, slanted grins that make your heart melt. And the way you cock your head at him, eyes doe-ish and soft, does the exact same thing to him. “I want to take you on a date. I want to open doors for you and walk you to your porch afterwards. Maybe give you a goodnight kiss and watch you go inside. You drive me mad, darlin. I like you so much, it’s taking everythin’ in me not to kiss you right now.”

What?

Your head spins. It’s difficult to even process what he’s saying, everything swimming through your head at a dizzying pace. Maybe you heard him wrong.

“You-” You falter, “You want to- to what?”

Finally.

Jasper smirks, leaning in just enough to make your heart skip erratically, “I want to kiss you sugar. And trust me, it is mighty hard to control myself.”

“Okay um…” You scream silently in your head. Jasper wants to kiss you. Jasper likes you. He likes you. And you like him. “So, you- okay, I have no clue what to do now. I like you too, a lot. Which you probably knew. Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t…”

“Everyone tried tellin’ you,” Jasper chuckles, leaning back.

“I know! I just, I thought they were all teasing me, you know? Cause I like you,” you explain lamely, pouting a bit in disbelief. All this time, you could have just told him! “I just can’t believe how oblivious I was.��

“Trust me, darlin, none of us can. I have one more question for you, though.”

“What?”

“Will you give me the great pleasure of takin’ you on a date?”

You bite your lip, but it does nothing to stop the smile from spreading across them.

“Of course!”

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I hope you guys liked this one! It was a fun one, though it took me a while!

[screeblees]

Hello! I love your work!! Can I please request a really lovesick yandere who starts killing people to try and get their best friend/crush to get scared and rely on them more, but their darling is so stupid they don’t even bother to think it could happen to them and isn’t affected at all by the murder spree their yandere is on?

I feel like that’s be amusing to watch.

Lovesick ! Yandere x Oblivious ! Reader Headcanons

Hi! Thanks soo much!!

I love this request and I really hope I did it justice!<3

Sorry it took so long to answer, been quite busy over the holidays but wanted to get something out for New Year's Eve!

Lovesick ! Yandere is Gender Neutral and Oblivious ! Reader is also Gender Neutral

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!!<33

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who has been your Best Friend for so long at this point that they think you’re practically in a relationship.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who always thought you were a little clueless and were happy to wait for the day you notice them romantically just as they had done the first time you called them your Best Friend.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who realises they have to take matters into their own hands and be a bit more forceful once you begin dating in high school, whilst they turned down any confession sent their way.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who begins simple, manipulating convincing you to spend more time with them, come with them to that place you wanted to go, do that activity with them, not whoever you were briefly with.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who stalks you on every single date you go on, and snaps whilst watching you on your most recent date as you let whoever you were with kiss you.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who realises whilst watching one of your favourite horror movies together that fear, trauma bonding and such scenarios always bring couples together in movies and so it should work on you, too.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who wants with all their being for you to come running to them after hearing about each murder, terrified of the big bad killer and the only thing able to comfort you is being enveloped in a hug from them, with your head tucked into their neck as their arms wrap around you, their words and touch the only safe space after everyone else you know is dead or missing.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who begins their killing spree with those in your classes who can’t seem to take a hint from your Best Friend’s possessive hand placements every moment they’re with you, and instead lets their words become a little too friendly.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who wants to build the stress and anxiety in you, and have you break in their arms as the string of murders slowly get closer and closer to you, socially.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who has long since had a list of people close to you, containing every touchy classmate, and useless ex, as well as your friends both distant and close to you. All arranged in order from how close they are to you, and crossed off as they all begin disappearing one by one.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who initially plans not to hurt your immediate family… unless they - for some reason - suspect your dear Best Friend and try to force a larger gap between you than the one they were trying to fix in the first place, then your loved ones won’t be so fortunate.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who thinks that you just didn’t see the news or pay much attention to your surroundings, they already knew you could be pretty oblivious at times.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who overhears a conversation between you and their next target, said target bringing up the increasingly violent murders, sharing their fears, whilst all you have to say in reply is a dismissive “Oh yeah, I heard about them,”.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who decides to ask you for themself one night while having a sleepover, “Aren’t you worried you could be next?” the police had officially announced it being a serial killer that day, “Me? Nah,” is all you had to say, too invested in the activity of your choice. Confused, your Best Friend probes further, “But…don’t you know all the victims personally? What if the murderer is someone close to you?” You shake your head dismissively, “No way, it’s definitely a coincidence,” you say without a hint of sarcasm, completely unbothered.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who plays with the idea of having you come across a body, to really shock you and make you realise how real what’s happening is, and how close it is to you.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who can’t quite understand your intense denial of your relation to the murders, are you trying to avoid the topic? Maybe to stop yourself from breaking down? 

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who was surprised one night on a call with you where you brought up the topic first this time, complaining about your most recent group project partner going missing because now you have to do it all by yourself. 

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who took the opportunity to spend time with you and be your replacement project partner despite not taking the class it’s for, remaining confused at your flippancy in bringing up the “tragedy”.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who can’t decide in the end if you’re really this oblivious (stupid), or if you know and just don’t care. Although they do fantasize at the thought of you secretly knowing that your Best Friend is the one behind everything and feeling safety in knowing that this is all for you. Either way, your Lovesick ! Yandere is elated.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who loves you all the more despite your confusing reactions and ruining of their plans. All they want is every smidge of your attention and you to be as obsessed with them and their safety as they are with yours. It all makes you more lovable, though, like a big dumb puppy.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who continues with their killing spree despite it not having a direct effect on you as they quickly found it discouraged those around you - those that are left, at least - to begin avoiding you as people started collecting the dots and spreading rumours. Nobody else approaches you anymore, not that you seem to notice though, too busy rambling to your Best Friend.

❥ Lovesick ! Yandere who is just as pleased with this outcome as the one they had been aiming for when they started their rampage. All they had really wanted was to become the centre of your world once more...

[unluckiestmember]

Hey. Could do headcanons of Gwen Stacy x No Powers! Reader, please? Recently I remembered Gwen's story and especially the incident with her Peter Parker, so I felt curious to know what her relationship would be like with a Reader who admires Gwen's heroic figure, however, as well as her old Peter, they are powerless, without any notorious particularities and feel interested in becoming something more, someone special like Gwen. Y'know, an uncertainty of seemingly everything is repeating itself.

Coming right up!

Gwen Stacy X Powerless! Reader

Characters: Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman

Tags: Can be read as platonic, can be read as romantic, oblivious!reader, supportive friend/girlfriend, confidence boosts, bullying and semi fluff.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: Yeeeeeaaaah, so I know you were probably looking for a dark outcome, but I feel we don't have enough fluff around these parks and I'm a sucker for that, so ya. Enjoy, I am so sorry!

For such a fan of Spider-Woman, Gwen was surprised you couldn’t connect the dots.

She loved how you were inspired by her heroic persona enough to try and make little changes around you.

Was especially proud when you even used that to stand up for others who couldn’t take care of themselves.

This did result in you getting bullied though.

But Gwen would always be there to pick you up and chew out your harassers.

She loves how you talk about Spider-Woman being an icon to live up to, trust me, she does!

But she wishes you saw how powerful you were.

All you could see was someone who was ordinary, maybe the lowest of the low.

But in her eyes? You were way more than that.

You were her best friend, just like Miles. Just like Peter…

She would voice it at random moments during lunch or when you are both hanging out at the arcade.

She would also remind you in your lowest moments, touching your cheek and proclaiming in a whisper how spectacular you are.

You would believe her. But it was so hard when you are so normal.

You weren’t like her, you couldn’t easily go up against rude people and take care of others successfully.

You weren’t like Spider-Woman, who made everything look so easy.

That’s why you went to work in the lab, creating serum after serum of liquids that could hopefully give you the powers you desired.

You wanted to be like Spider-Woman? This was the only way.

… Until it wasn’t.

One day, you were visited by Spider-Woman herself! In the flesh, speaking to you of all people!

She told you how amazing you are, even without powers. Even if you tried to argue against it, she would just shut you down with the best of claims;

“You stood up for a kid the other day at school, even if the bully was twice your size! You helped your best friend Gwen with her project! You were there for her when she was at her lowest and lifted her up!”

It was a bit odd that she knew everything you did for your best friend, but that didn’t cloud the adrenaline and serotonin you gained.

You two talked all night, forgetting about everything and for once in your life, you felt invincible.

After that night, you realized something; You were normal, but that was okay.

Being ordinary didn’t mean you were weak or helpless, especially when you still try your best for yourself and for others.

Powers don’t make the hero, you do.

You also realized something else; How the hell did it take you this long to realize your best friend was the Spider-Woman?!

Spider-Verse Requests are open!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day!

[britany1997]

Ties That Bind

Part One

Yandere Anakin Skywalker x Fem Jedi Reader

Surprise y’all! I’m so incredibly excited to share part one of this collab fic with @6lostgirl6 !!!! Sixx and I put equal work into this so please go and show her some love! I loved working with my bestie on this it was so fun and she’s so kind and encouraging❤️

Warnings: general yandere behavior, mentions of deaths

Dividers from @6lostgirl6

Sweat pooled around Anakin as he sprang forward in bed, gasping in a haze of fear and anger. His head fell to his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.

Sleep had eluded him for months as every night ended the same, with visions of your corpse flashing through his tortured mind. 

Anakin discarded his blanket in frustration, grabbed your picture from his work bench, and sat on the floor to meditate. 

His brow furrowed as he attempted to squash his rage and uncertainty, to let them go and let the force fill him with the comfort he needed. 

But to let go of his emotion, would be to let go of you.

Though he mumbled to himself, ‘there is no emotion, there is peace, there is no passion, there is serenity,’ he couldn’t make himself believe that. You were his peace, you were his serenity.

He abandoned his meditation in a huff. Anakin liked to think he was a patient man, a good Jedi. Yet how could he sit back and do nothing? The visions would never stop, it was time to take matters into his own hands.

Despite his failures at meditating and stopping his mind from whirling, he was struck by a solution. He was deep in concentration, staring at the ground, your picture nestled against his uncovered chest.

The visions would undoubtedly stop if he could protect you and keep you safe from harm. What if the force hadn't been working against him after all? He was immediately filled with purpose, a fire in his eyes that couldn't ever be extinguished. He will defend you even if it means doing the unthinkable and abandoning the Jedi code. 

What other reason would there be besides protecting the one you loved the most, even if it required being selfish? Absolutely nothing was of greater significance than you, his long-time friend, whom he had been pining over for many years. The forbidden feelings he could no longer ignore. There was no greater reason, no other reason, than you. 

It was all for love. 

Despite the summons from the Chancellor, Anakin thought the Galaxies Opera House was well worth the journey through Coruscant. Though the visions of your impending death haunted him, Squid Lake, a strange ballet performed by a team of Mon Calamari acrobats, calmed his worries and enabled his mind to focus on something far more pleasant. He wished he could take you to one as lovers rather than as companions one day once you are away from harm. The Chancellor, however, required his attention once more.

His eyes were focused ahead as he said, "The Sith and the Jedi are similar in almost every way, including their quest for greater power." The Chancellor’s face bore a deep and serious expression.

“The Sith rely on their passion for their strength; they think inwards, only about themselves.” Anakin answered back firmly, turning his head towards him as he spoke.

“And the Jedi don’t?” asked the Chancellor, turning his attention towards Anakin without wavering, his eyes never leaving his face.

“The Jedi are selfless, they only care about others.” Anakin spoke strongly, turning his attention forward, just before the Chancellor continued to speak, making Anakin's blood run cold.

“Although they prevent you from loving freely in accordance with your own desires. They would never approve of your love for your friend or the things you would do for her.” He spoke with a voice filled with stomach-churning truth. “Your companion, (Y/N).”

Anakin turned to face the older man, his eyes wide with surprise as he whispered quietly. "How did you know-"

"I know many things, Anakin." He responded. "You say they are selfless and care about others. But what would the council say if they learned of your hidden desires, your affection that you have for your fellow Jedi?" 

For once, Anakin couldn't speak because the Chancellor's words struck him deeply. His eyes were fixed on the opera playing ahead of him as he slowly sunk into his chair. He wasn't watching the event, though; instead, he was fixated on his thoughts, his visions of your approaching demise, and the possibility that the council would learn of his feelings for you. They'd shun him. He couldn't save you if they were in the way. His heart was pounding, and his mind was racing. 

It was the Chancellor's voice that silenced his racing thoughts. 

“You ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise?” 

No, he would not let them stop him from loving you, from saving you.

Your saber clashed against Anakin’s as you traded swipes back and forth. He smirked as you narrowly missed his shoulder. You stuck out your tongue in reply.

It’d probably be easier to spar with someone else, you and Anakin had trained together as Padawans, practically grown up together. He knew every move you’d make before you could even think to make it. But, unfortunately for him, you could anticipate his every move as well.

You leaped as he swiped his saber at your feet, “missed again Ani,” you teased. You noticed a strange expression cross his face when you uttered his name, but it quickly vanished.

“You’re lucky today,” he smirked, “but luck runs out.” Anakin swiped his foot behind yours, causing you to tumble onto your back, he stood over you, lightsaber pointed towards your chest. 

You groaned, “fine, I yield.”

He chuckled as he switched his weapon off and offered you his arm to pull you to your feet. “Better luck next time?” he teased. 

“Ha ha,” you mumbled humorlessly, as you allowed him to pull you up.

"Let's not pretend you didn't cheat, Ani." You continued jokingly. You leaned over to grab your fallen lightsaber when you failed to notice the unknown expression resurfacing on his face. However, it did not completely disappear, his darkening eyes fixated on your body, images racing through his mind of scenarios unsuitable for a Jedi.

He adored it when you addressed him as such. 

His expression returned to normal as you straightened up, and he had a mischievous smile on his face once again. "Never, ever underestimate your opponent." He chuckled as he extinguished his lightsaber and attached the hilt to his belt.

“Yeah, Yeah.” You replied, the smile refusing to vanish from your expression. 

"Come now; I only tease." Anakin remarked softly, staring at you with a more genuine smile, one that could compete with the sun if he so desired. Since you were both padawans, he has consistently been an enchanting man. He had a way of charming himself out of most trouble and making one's heart feel like it was going to burst.

This was a secret you kept hidden within your heart for many years, the sentiments you had for Anakin that were more than just friendship. However, according to the Jedi code and attachment regulations, you did everything you could to drive those emotions away. Your feelings got less difficult to disguise as you practiced meditation and late-night self-reflection. In addition, you knew in your core that Anakin was an exceptionally gifted Jedi and that your affections for him were never going to be reciprocated. 

“Everything alright?” 

You recovered from your subconscious, glancing at Anakin as he stood directly in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed in slight concern. 

"Yes, I'm sorry." You replied before reactivating your lightsaber, your eyes bright with purpose and your smile returning. "Let's continue."

After many long hours of trading blows, you and Anakin were huffing, your foreheads drenched with sweat. 

“Call it a night?” you asked as Anakin wiped his brow clean. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed in reply, “it’s late, want an escort back to your quarters?”

You laughed. He didn’t. 

“No Ani it’s fine,” you promised, “I think I can manage the couple of steps it takes to get there.”

“It’s on my way anyway,” he protested.

You shot him a confused expression, “on your way to where?” 

“To the archives,” he told you nonchalantly, “I needed to look into something.”

Your brow furrowed, “look into what?”

He groaned, tugging gently at your arm, “just let me escort you.”

“Fine, fine,” you reluctantly caved.

He offered you his shoulder, a smirk painted on his face. You scoffed and punched his arm instead, causing a soft laugh to fall from his lips. 

He smiled and shook his head at your stubbornness, you never made anything easy. But it didn’t matter, he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.

The walk to your quarters passed quickly as you exchanged stories with Anakin. You clutched your stomach as tears rolled down your cheeks as he told you the story of his last battle with General Grevious. Anakin had spent so much time with Obi Wan over the years, Anakin’s impression of his sarcastic banter was spot on.

“Well this is me,” you joked, gesturing to your door. Anakin nodded but didn’t move to head towards the archives. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion, “…so I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

He seemed to snap from his momentary trance, “yes of course,” Anakin hesitated, “do you need anything else before I go?”

Your head cocked to one side, “no, not really.” 

Walking you to your room had been strange in itself, this was ridiculous. “Ani…” you bit your lip, “are you ok?”

Anakin seemed taken aback by your sudden question, “of course,” he composed himself, “I better be off to the archives, I’ll see you for training in the morning.”

You watched him walk off before slipping into your room. You sat down to meditate, but you couldn’t rid your mind of Anakin’s weird behavior. Something wasn’t right. 

You sighed, coming to terms with the fact that you would not be one with the force tonight and crawling into bed. As you drifted to sleep a thought popped into your head.

Weren’t the archives in the opposite direction?

Anakin sent a glass flying into his wall in frustration. He watched as it shattered, spraying shards onto the floor around his work desk. 

He threw his head into his hands. He could monopolize your training time, walk you to your quarters every night, wake up early to be at your door every morning.

But it would only take one second, one second where he left you alone, one second where he wasn’t right by your side, one second and you were gone forever. 

If he balled his fists any harder, his fingernails would slice the skin. He knew what he had to do. You might hate him for a moment, but he could live with that.

But if you died? There was no living if not with you.

The Jedi Temple was destroyed.

Your fellow Jedi were slaughtered in cold blood. 

You could feel your heart frantically beating as you rushed through the halls of pure massacre, the walls forever tarnished by the horrors that had been committed. Fellow Jedi that you’ve trained with are lying on the floor lifeless, and some are in cauterized pieces. You felt like you could throw up at any moment, the hilt of your lightsaber held in your shaky grasp. You were in a state of delirium; your thoughts were filled with dueling lightsabers and people screaming in fear. However, there was one thing that was absolutely certain.

You needed to find Anakin.

‘Please, let him be safe.’ You thought to yourself as you managed to turn a corner, your other hand gripping your ribcage, your heart threatening to explode. ‘By the force, please protect him.’ 

You were anxious to find him, yet filled with dread. Your mind was racing with images of his form in pieces, his eyes lifeless without any warmth. It almost made the journey too much to bear. 

You rounded another corner that led towards the entrance of one of the temple’s many great halls. As you pushed through the entrance, a heavy feeling filled your chest, and you were completely unable to go any further. Your eyes were wide, and you could feel your breath failing you. 

As you gazed into the distance, you noticed a familiar figure, clad in a brown robe with a hood covering his face, that you had never failed to recognize, even at a distance. As the figure walked towards you, a large group of clone soldiers followed behind him, weapons drawn. In his hand was his own lightsaber, which he clutched tightly in his grasp.

Anakin.

"Ani!” You cried, disengaging your lightsaber and rushing towards him with tears in your eyes, prepared and ready to meet him with a sense of relief. 

You threw your arms around him, tears rolling down your face as you sobbed. He returned your embrace, arms wrapping around the small of your back, pulling you into his chest.

“Ani,” you muttered between sobs, “I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

He tightened his grip on your waist, holding you close, “I know what you mean…”

You sniffled as you tried to gather yourself, “Anakin, so many lives…” you hiccuped, “what happened.”

“Only what needed to.”

“What?” you exclaimed as you looked up to meet his eyes. 

The sight of his blood stained face made you gasp. No. This wasn’t the Anakin you knew. This couldn’t be happening.

But it was. The man you’d carried a torch for all these years, your best friend and confidant, stood before you, clothed in the blood of your friends.

You pushed against his chest, trying to escape from his grasp but he refused to let you go. He held you tightly against him with one arm, using his other hand to brush hair from your face affectionately. A gesture that once would have made you blush now filled you with malice.

“I know you don’t understand now, but you will my love,” he whispered, “now sleep.”

“Anakin…no…” you fought a losing battle to keep your eyes open. You were strong in the force, but Anakin was stronger.

Your head lulled to the side as you fell asleep in his arms.

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[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

pining 'til the end of time. (g.w. x reader) [blurb]

it all started with a bit of prance, a little dance.

that little bounce in your step that seemed to bewitch him every time she turned the corner.

or was it the way her hair framed her delicate face? perhaps it was the way she’d turn cherry-red each and every time she had to stifle her laughter when snape, too, had gone red from scolding gryffindors for “acting out of place” (with that ridiculous drawl).

he couldn’t help it, falling in love and all that.

neither could she, though.

was it the glint of mischief in his eyes, or the roar in his voice as he celebrated victory on the quidditch pitch. that’s my boy! she thought. 

she couldn’t help but feel her knees wobble every time he seamlessly batted bludgers as if they were made of cotton. oh, merlin, when could he finally be hers?

in the corner of her eye, she spotted him. two idiots in the common room, painfully in love, they were. and everyone knew. (but them, of course.)

what was that saying? ignorance is bliss, was it? that was never the case for the witch and wizard as the romantic tension rose in the air. they stole glances at each other every five minutes or so. the longing in their eyes intensified with every second that passed.

 ‘merlin, they’re at it again.’ an exasperated fred whisper-shouted to angelina as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. the sight of his twin grossly infatuated was not pretty.

‘absolutely daft i’m telling you! she clearly fancies him.’  lee leaned in, whispering to fred and angelina.

angelina shook her head, chuckling mirthfully, ‘two blind idiots in love.’

and so they were, the two idiots in love. the two idiots that couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to talk to each other. 

the two idiots that pined, and pined, and pined until the end of time.

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[lovelydork505]

Platonic yandere! Uncle Iroh x reader

(tw: yandere, dark fiction, implied obsessive behaviour, mentions of manipulation)

This is just a concept, I actually haven't thought about it much this is basically just a word vomit.

No matter how you two meet, I feel like it's no surprise that he's not overbearing.

In fact, compared to ozai, he is pretty nice and reader probably won't even notice the rise of his tendencies as a yandere.

Uncle Iroh chooses and values humility over pride so he's pretty chill. He is wise and takes great joy if he manages to get reader to laugh with one of his jokes.

If you aren't a part of the royal family, maybe you originally meet him at a tea shop you frequent or work at.

How long he knows of you will also depend if you are from the fire nation or Ba sing se

His fixation probably starts if you reminded him on anyway shape or form of his deceased son. Even as wise as he is, Uncle Iroh is not imune to grief and it's sorrowful claws, which sometimes leads to some irrational paranoia (not that reader or anyone else is aware).

With that, he wishes to be by your side no matter what, it's enough to just bask in your presence and to know reader is safe and sound at all times.

I see him carrying something you own with him 24/7, so if your favourite necklace is suddenly missing don't worry to much about it. Oh? You're sad about it? He'll buy you another one so you'll always have with you something to remind you of him

He's actually really sweet period

Even though he's just an old man, don't let looks deceive you, he is pretty powerful, a general and brother of the Fire Lord Ozai, when it comes to you and your safety, if it's necessary he won't hesitate to use any of his titles, although he prefers peace over battle.

Teaches you a lot os things like how to brew tea property. Loves to make you tea and other blends

If you don't know how, he'll also teach you how to play pai sho

As we all know, he is great at giving advice when you come to him with your problems, he loves listening to you. If reader has any activities they enjoy he'll absolutely insist to participate.

Best emotional support and company, you'll find it easy to talk to him about anything and everything, and in the middle of your excited rambles you won't even realize the amount of personal questions you've answered and the kind man who is mentally memorising it all, drinking it like the golden liquid of the gods

He tells you stories of his time as a general, tales of the spirit world and shares his knowledge of culture from other nations.

He doesn't care if you can bend or not, you being you is enough.

His yandere side doesn't really shine through that much, he lets you have all the freedom you want but you'll come to notice that he's always near, seemingly afraid to stray too far.

Like a father, he praises you for everything not just because of his tendencies but because he's genuinely proud of you.

Even if he doesn't like it, he'll subtly manipulate you to stay with him or to not leave permanently without him for another path of life .

Of course, that's just the tip of the iceberg, once reader ceases to be oblivious of their situation some things are bound to change.

[supa-lonely]

Say Something Stupid…

(Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Miguel didn’t need this right now, an anomaly was on the loose, with his watch. Now he was here in a universe set in the past with a girl who won’t stop bugging him, no matter what dimension he travels to. God, he really didn’t need this, he didn’t need you.

A/N: don’t know how many chapters this will be, but hopefully you have a fun ride. Basically y/n is an oblivious ray of sunshine for Miguel’s brooding stormy weather. (Also my first fic, I’m very excited.)

Chapter 1: What Watch?

Considering how edgy your mind seemed, you never understood why life was so hectic. Always grab and go, never slowing down. The saying I'll sleep when I'm dead has become less of a little quip and more of a lifestyle for you. Of course, you weren't always like this. Growing up, you were a giddy little thing. Curious and outspoken. Never leaving one soul unventured in grade school. Then high school rolled around, and your curiosity was turned quiet. Friends were fading away, and strange looks were all you knew then. All you had at that point was assignments and work.

The isolating behavior made you anxious, questioning every movement that wasn't yours. At times, you even put yourself under the microscope of your own paranoia. Judging everything about yourself, from your face to your stomach and how disfigured you thought it looked. Sure, you had a bit of a belly, probably enough to be considered slightly chubby- nothing to be ashamed of, right? Hell- even the tiny mole on your inner thigh was under inspection, even though it looked more like someone had placed a black dot on your skin with a Sharpie marker than it did a mole. It still caused you to cringe at yourself. High school had not done you any favors in that regard. God, high school was a nightmare for you. That whole span of your life was a nightmare.

College was supposed to be less shitty, and while it was considerably so, it had its challenges.

Even though popular girls and cliques were no longer a threat to you now, somehow, classes had become your biggest antagonist. Every day, you sat in class. Listened intently to lecture after lecture, struggling to keep up and take notes. You'd miss essential points that your professor insisted were on the test but were too scared to ask anyone for help. So there you'd sit, waiting for everyone to leave, just to awkwardly ask the instructor if they could email you the PowerPoint. Feeling stupid and hoping no one was silently judging you.

Tests, Finals, Essays, Assignments... Everything was being piled onto you. That wasn't even the most hectic part of your life.

Your job was the vain of your existence.

You worked at a local coffee shop, and while people would always romanticize the occupation. The pay was good, but there were better places for a meet-cute.

The cafe was always busy, which you guessed was great for the owners. They were a lovely middle-aged couple whose two little gremlins were barely starting middle school. You weren't a bitch by any means; you were honestly happy for the success the couple's coffee shop was having. You'd been working there since they had just opened about a year ago, and surprise, surprise. Who knew your newfound peace would be obliterated by an on-slot of teens and young adults wanting to try a new trendy coffee spot they saw online.

Now that Dutch Bros. was old news, you had customers left and right, taking orders and making drinks. Half the time, you felt like you couldn't even think for yourself until closing; the contents of your mind were filled with orders you'd soon forget the moment your head hit the pillows of your bed at the end of the day. However, you'd been able to cope with the obnoxious trials of life with a little thing called routine. Yes, if you could just focus on completing the day's tasks every day. Maybe your existence on this only habitable planet will be bearable for the rest of your life. 

So that's what you did, for almost two years, that's what you've been doing. Besides the occasional surprise spam caller, everything had been going smoothly. It felt like nothing could go wrong and that nothing might ever go wrong again. This could work. Sure, It was lonely, but it meant less drama for you, no conflicting parties, no attachments, and no loss.

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

It was a Tuesday night. You had a typical day: classes in the morning and a fifteen-minute nap before work in the afternoon. On Tuesdays, it was your turn to close up shop for the night. It was already late, and the clock on the wall showed 10PM in bright red typewriter font. A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you sluggishly walk from behind the register and up to the double doors of the cafe, eyelids heavy with a desire to sleep. You reach to lock them before any last-minute night owls in need of coffee come and force you to clean the machines again. Suddenly, a hand from behind the glass doors reaches for the handle; you look up to see a skinny man with stubble, pale, and a bit rugged, a tired expression taking hold of his face. You pulled the door open with hidden reluctance; you knew it was game over once you made eye contact with the customer.

The disheveled man seemed to walk inside quickly, pulling his hood over his head, which surprised you, but you didn't mention it. Maybe he was just a fast walker. Plus, it was kinda cold in here. When you followed him toward the register, you noticed the bag he was holding in front of him, almost like he was trying to hide it; it was a regular backpack, nothing out of the ordinary, and it looked exactly like your own. A black bag with crimson tassels on the zippers. A muffled noise was coming from the bag, a beeping sound; it didn't sound like any ringer you'd heard before.

"Uh- can I take your order?" You ask, not paying any mind to the annoying beeping.

He clears his throat. "Yeah- yeah, um..." 

His eyes wander towards the breakroom behind you. Your backpack was packed and ready to go by the room's door once you dealt with this last customer. The blond man looks back at you, not wanting to arouse suspicion. "Can I just get a muffin?"

You ring him up, 2.72, just like it always was. He hands you his credit card, his eyes flicking from your bag to you and the darkness of the night behind him. His voice sounded shaky, but you didn't pay any attention to it either; you just wanted to get home. To get to your routine. This whole situation was making you a little anxious. At least the beeping had stopped.

Once the man got his muffin, he sat at one of the open tables in the suppose-to-be-closed-5-minutes-ago cafe. He opened his phone, calling someone to come and pick him up; a nervous-sounding conversation that you didn't really pay any attention to as you grabbed a tablecloth and spray from the back and began to clean; you had your suspicions of course, which is why you decided to clean with only one earbud this time instead of two. It didn't really stop you from spraying, wiping, and jamming out to yourself as the man behind you ate his muffin and called his friend. Making sure every table was spotless, you overheard your manager discussing raises earlier today, even if the pay was good. Money was money, and a little extra couldn't hurt to have. It would be one less thing to worry about.

As you turned around to clean the rest of the tables, you saw that the man was gone, muffin untouched. The door's little bell rang, signaling that the strange man had just walked out. Your head turned towards the sound; you shrugged and walked up to the doors and locked them. 

Not wanting any more weirdos coming in and making you anymore late to your nightly routine.

You picked up after the man, keeping the muffin. Aw, yes, free food—a simple pleasure no human could refuse to indulge in. Technically, you weren't stealing; someone paid for it. Plus, with how he acted, it didn't seem like he was coming back. Placing the muffin in a brown paper bag, you go right back to wiping down tables, the time reading midnight once you finish.

"Damn it." You say to yourself, slinging one of the straps of your backpack onto your shoulder. Reading the time almost made you want to burst into tears. Maybe it was just frustration or the sleep you lacked that was putting a lump in your throat. As much as you liked the tranquillity your little routine provided, you were sad and lonely and so, so tired. It was starting to become overwhelming. 

You took a deep breath, ignored the clock on the wall, and turned off the cafe lights. The sooner you got home, the better. All you needed was sleep. That's all you need.

Beep-!

What?

Your head whips around, trying to find the source of the repetitive noise. It was the same sound that was admitted from the man moments ago. The bright light of your phone illuminated your features as you turned the device on, checking if it was your phone possibly making the noise. 

No notifications, definitely not you.

What was going on? It was late, you had a long walk home. You didn't need more problems. As you groan in frustration, you set your phone in the pocket of your sweats and look up at the ceiling defeatedly. It was settled; you've become insane. You pat yourself down in a feeble attempt to find the noise, even looking around the cafe, but nothing was found. You assume the noise is coming from your bag. Hopefully, your laptop isn't taking its final breaths, and the beeping was a sign for help. 

You walk towards the glass doors of the coffee shop, ready to just give up and leave; at least you had your muffin, the only saving grace of the night. 

"Forget it, this is pointless- Just go home, get some sleep... go home- get some sleep, go home- get some-" The beeping suddenly stops, and as you go to sigh in relief, your breath catches in your throat as you look up from the now unlocked door, a figure standing a few feet away from the doors, red- bright red crescents looking at you. The figure is encased in the dark. You stumble a step back, and the man takes a step forward, then another. Struggling breaths forcefully leave your mouth as you try and lock the door. Your hands are shaking too violently to lock the door, so you abandon the idea for a better one. Run.

You sprint for the backdoor, sliding along the clean wooden floor as you turn to go past the register counter. Almost tripping over yourself, you could hear the door swing open harshly and big, broad steps coming up behind you. Getting faster and faster to keep up with you- no, to catch you. Tears prickled at your eyes as you pushed through the backdoor into the alleyway. The man's hand barely grazed your skin as you ran, trying to grab you. A deep groaning of irritation could be heard behind you, which didn't help your palpitations. Your slowing speed only worsened your panic until he finally reached for you again and, this time, succeeded in gripping you.

"Ah-!" You slammed the ground harshly, the man's muscular body atop you, holding you by your biceps. The grip stung, almost like he had claws; it caused you to wince, a small noise of pain escaping your lips. "I- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken anything!" You cry. "The guy didn't- seem like he wanted it!" At this point, you were trying anything to get him off you.

When he spoke, it sent shivers down your spine. A voice so deep and menacing that you thought it was the devil himself talking to you.

"Damn right, you shouldn't have; now, where's the watch!" He said, a rough snap in his tone.

You paused, sniffling. "W-watch?" you asked timidly, the answer practically squeezed out of you.

"Yes. The watch-! What else would I be talking about?" The masked man says, his irritation boiling with every word.

"A pastry?"

[arkytiorwrites]

Flirting

Tony Stark x Reader

Short and sweet (because as far as I know, no one has flirted with me. Unless I really am that oblivious).

"How's my favorite artist in the world?” asked Tony as he entered the studio of his latest mad impulses.

He'd gotten an earful from Potts after she’d found out about Y/N Y/L/N. Yet somehow, the lovely, witty, sarcastic to the point of pure saltiness, twenty-seven-year-old was worth it.

“Depends on whether I get this shading right. If it goes well, I'm on top of the world. If it doesn't, I'm killing myself” you grumbled from where you were hunched over at your desk.

Coming up behind you, Tony saw what your current project was.

“Is that me?” he asked, a delighted grin creeping onto his face.

"I draw a portrait of all my patrons. You're the only one I've had any fun with,” you confessed, still focused on your work.

“I’m flattered. You ever done a self-portrait?” Tony inquired curiously.

"Nah, it'd just make me never wanna look in a mirror again.”

“You’d just be unable to capture every last ounce of beauty,” Tony argued with a teasing smile.

"What ever you say, Boss," you snorted as you reached for a blending stick.

Tony could only stare in astonishment as his blatant flirting went straight over the artist's head. Had you been living under a rock before they met?

It wasn't until after the billionaire had left and you replayed your conversation in your head, did his comment finally register.

“Wait. Was. Was he . . . flirting with me?" you asked aloud in pure bewilderment. "STARK! GET BACK HERE, I HAVE QUESTIONS!!!"

[constantcrisis19]

Stay With Me - Part 1

Daryl Dixon x GN S/O

AN: Just a bit of a heads up, if you like Carol then this might not be such a great fic to read because I do bash her character quite a bit in this. Sorry guys. Otherwise, feel free to read on!

Word Count: 2,306

Part 2

You blinked the stinging sweat out of your eyes, squinting against the blinding sun as you miserably trudged across the blacktop. 

It was one of those blisteringly hot days that made you miss being able to sit inside your shitty apartment with the air conditioning cranked up as high as it could go as you sat on the couch and demolished a pint of delicious ice cream.

You sighed and adjusted the strap of your shoulder bag for the umpteenth time, lamenting the loss of that blissful cold as the sun beat down on you. 

You could hear Daryl’s labored breathing as he walked next to you and -not wanting to be caught staring at your best friend a second time- you stubbornly kept your gaze on the road ahead of you, watching the air above the tarmac swim. 

In an attempt to counter the heat, everyone had stripped down as much as possible while still remaining decent and Daryl turned out to be no exception. And, while he had admittedly held out longer than everyone else in the group, he did eventually cave under the sweltering heat. 

Daryl had stiffly removed his shirt and vest before roughly stuffing both articles of clothing into his bag like they had personally offended him, leaving him bare chested. 

You couldn’t help but stare at the man as he stripped, his tanned skin glistening under the golden rays of light and putting his various scars on full display, the tension in his frame easing when it became apparent that no one was going to draw attention to the marks on his back.

His shaggy hair dripped with sweat as he wandered down the road, your eyes tracking the drop as it slithered down his exposed collarbones and chest, finally prying your gaze away when it began to roll over his solid abdomen, getting dangerously close to the waistband of his low hanging jeans.

Unlike everyone else, Daryl managed to do the impossible and make heatstroke look attractive.

Your eyes rose from Daryl’s body and back up to his face, your cheeks reddening in a way that had nothing to do with sunburn when you met his gaze, his head subtly tilted towards you. You jerked your head around and forced your eyes forward, not daring to look at him again lest you make him uncomfortable as embarrassment flooded your system.

You let out a slow breath at the memory and lifted the bottom of your thin henley in order to wipe at your sweaty face with the fabric, revealing the soaked, gray tank top that you had on underneath. You heard someone snort and dropped the shirt, your gaze finding Glenn -who was walking a few paces to your left- and raised a brow at him in question.

Glenn shook his head with a secretive smile, unhelpfully refusing to tell you what he found so damn funny, and you felt a brief spike of irritation shoot through you, the horrid weather and the uncomfortable sensation of your wet clothes sticking to your overheated skin making you less tolerant than usual. 

“Shut up, Glenn.” You snapped half-heartedly, gaining a breathless laugh of surprise from Maggie at your unexpected attitude, before you rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to your shirt.

“What did I do?” You heard Glenn ask Maggie incredulously as you frowned down at the damp spot that wiping your face had left on the fabric, lightly brushing the pads of your fingers over the darkened material.

You felt a pang of loss as you stared at the ruined Henley, already grieving the loss of your favorite shirt since the odds of stumbling across a body of water to wash it in at this point was practically nonexistent, so -when it inevitably stained- you would have to get rid of it.

Then Daryl was lightly tapping at your shoulder with his knuckles and, when you looked over at him, he gestured to the road in front of you, bringing your attention to the fact that everyone had stopped. 

You slowed to a halt and stared in shock at the back end of a traffic jam, a cold shiver rolling down your spine as you looked out at the sea of rusted, rundown vehicles.

You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your gut but it was impossible. Something about this place was bothering you, but you couldn't quite place your finger on what. 

Rick, who was apparently just as hesitant about entering unknown territory as you were, tilted his head as his narrowed gaze scanned over the mess before he lifted one of his hands to wave you and Daryl forward.

“I need you two to scout ahead, make sure it’s safe.” Rick stated when you came into hearing range and you shared a look with Daryl before giving a sharp nod, turning to make your way into the graveyard of cars, being sure to stay low and quiet as you weaved through the mess.

After Terminus, no one was about to underestimate another seemingly innocent area. 

As you prowled through the abandoned vehicles, you quickly realized that the jam just kept going with no end in sight, so you weren’t surprised when Daryl signaled for the both of you to turn back with a whistle only about ten minutes into your journey. 

You let out a sigh and pivoted in order to jog back, Daryl catching up with you before you exited the traffic jam, the two of you trotting over to where Rick was standing. 

“Well, the good news is that there’s nothing suspicious. Though I still don’t trust it.” You said in lieu of a greeting, scuffing the tip of your shoe on the road. You watched as Rick’s brow rose at your blunt statement, the man glancing over at Daryl as if to confirm your observations, Daryl meeting Rick’s gaze before nodding.

“It goes on for a while, we didn’t get ta the other end.” Daryl added quietly, shifting from foot to foot as he spoke, his narrowed gaze darting over to the traffic jam blocking the group’s way, as if he was expecting something to happen. 

You couldn’t fault Daryl for his paranoia since you also had a bad feeling about the situation as a whole.

“Give me a moment.” Rick asked politely, his expression thoughtful as he turned away from the two of you to stare out at the packed road. 

The moment that you were both dismissed and stepped away from where Rick was contemplating his options, Carol trotted over and caught Daryl by the arm with a smile, halting the man in his tracks.

You barely held back a scowl as you watched the woman rush to catch and hold the man's attention, though you unfortunately weren't surprised at the turn of events since this kind of behavior wasn't exactly unusual for her. 

It wouldn't be the first or last time that Carol felt entitled to Daryl's time.

Daryl resisted Carol’s insistent tugging for a moment, his eyes darting away from the woman who was currently trying to draw him away and over to where you were standing. And, upon realizing that you had his attention, you crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged in response to his silent question, feigning indifference.

You stubbornly resisted the urge to fidget as he scanned over your forcefully casual posture and, fortunately enough for you, it didn’t take him long to find whatever it was that he had been looking for, the man giving you a sharp nod before finally allowing Carol to drag him to the fringes of the milling group.

You watched as they were swallowed up by the small crowd, allowing a frown to take over your features when Carol’s hand lingered on Daryl’s arm even though they had come to a stop and there was no reason to hold onto him anymore.

You startled when a hand dropped onto your shoulder, your head snapping around as you looked for the threat, your hand simultaneously dropping to the knife you had holstered on your hip. 

Your hand hesitated next to the leather sheath when your gaze met familiar ice blue eyes before your hand dropped back to your side, your lips pressing into an unimpressed line when you met Rick's amused expression. 

You rolled your eyes in response to his teasing look, allowing his touch as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your ratty jeans. Then, keeping his hand firmly on your shoulder, he called for the group's attention.

“We’ll be going through the traffic jam.” He stated confidently and, when no one immediately began to protest, he relaxed a little, losing a bit of the tension in his shoulders. “Take anything that we can use and be sure to be on the lookout for anything suspicious.” 

After he was finished with his instructions he easily handled the various concerns that several members had brought up, ensuring that everyone knew what to do just in case things went sideways.

Once the questions died down, Rick took his hand off your shoulder and stepped up next to you, his ice blue eyes scanning the crowd to find Daryl before giving the man a sharp nod. 

I followed Rick's gaze over to where Daryl was standing just in time to watch the scout dip his chin in return before taking point with Carol, leading the group toward the edge of the traffic jam.

You opted to stay behind with Rick, taking up the rear with your appointed leader and walking with the man in a companionable silence. 

Unfortunately for you though, Rick was much more perceptive than he had any right to be and he brought up a topic you’d been desperately trying to avoid thinking about.

“I’ve noticed that you seem very uncomfortable when Daryl and Carol are together. Would you like to talk about it?” Rick asked and your gaze cut over to him, brows furrowed. 

You glanced around, spotting Daryl looking back every so often from his place at the front of the group, but otherwise everyone else was occupied with scavenging supplies from the vehicles surrounding them.

“Keep your voice down. Jesus.” You snapped as you slowed your pace, getting some distance between the two of you and Tara, who was walking in front of you with Michonne. 

The last thing you wanted was for anything said during your conversation to get back to Daryl because -knowing him- he'd take everything out of context and engage you in yet another screaming match.

It wasn’t exactly a secret that the two of you have had quite a few intense arguments fueled by miscommunication since meeting him. Daryl just always seemed to assume the worst.

When it became apparent that Rick wasn’t going to drop his current line of questioning, you let loose a resigned sigh and told Rick that, while you personally believed that Carol wasn't good for Daryl, you respected his desire to spend time with her and didn't hold it against him.

Though, that being said, any bad blood that was between yourself and Carol wasn't due to me being jealous of the other women's friendship with Daryl, but rather Carol's intense envy of my close bond with the man.

Rick took the information in stride and you had the jarring realization that the reason behind the man's sudden interest in bringing up your own relationship with Daryl was most likely because Carol had said something to him, and the mere thought of the other woman trying to sabotage you had your blood boiling. 

Sure, you hadn't been with the group for as long as Carol, but you hoped that Rick wouldn't take her word over yours just because of something as shallow as seniority.

You stopped Rick with a hand on his chest, his previously thoughtful expression morphing into one of concern as he took in your defensive body language. 

You and Rick stood together in a brief, mutual silence as the group kept on, the gap between the both of you and the others growing with every second that went by.

“Daryl always asks where you are on the rare occasion that he isn’t with you. Usually he just goes around from person to person until someone can give him your location.” Rick stated conversationally and when you didn't immediately respond, Rick looked you right in the eye before continuing. “Now I’ve known Daryl for a long time and he’s only ever behaved that way with you.”

Before you could even begin to process what that meant, a low, impatient whistle pierced the air, drawing your attention to Daryl, who -upon realizing that the two of you were falling behind- had stopped the group and was looking back at you and Rick with an unimpressed stare.

Rick waved him off with a good-natured grin, the two of you sharing a look before beginning to walk again, catching up with the group. Once you and Rick had rejoined the others, Rick gripped Daryl’s shoulder and gave a firm squeeze before letting go, the man then turning to you in order to nudge you towards where Daryl was standing.

When you shot him a questioning look, the man smiled before speaking. “Y/n, why don’t you and Daryl go on ahead and make sure the way is clear.” 

And, despite being unsure of what angle Rick was playing, you decided to just go along with his plan and join Daryl, expertly ignoring the way Carol's face twisted up in distaste at Daryl being paired off with you -as per usual- as the two of you prowled into the mess of broken down vehicles.

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Oblivious VS and X Yandere

Was writing the Blade fic part 2 and was like hmmm maybe I should have a conflict of reader being like nooo he can't like me he just wants me to kill him, and because I love him I'll do so (weird view bro but okay)

Obviously decided against that but then I was like, completely oblivious readers... that sounds like it could be funny.

Cause like people are always 'argh! I hate how this character is oblivious just get together with this other character!' but there's a charm in making a character so inhumanely oblivious that I feel like it'd be genuinely funny??? Especially with a yandere so just quick thoughts on that.

TW: Yandere content, attempted murder (implied), stalking, swearing

Reader's EQ is that of a rocks, can be read as Reader also just being really fucking delusional, or can be read as Reader having gone through shit and just choosing to ignore everything that happens in the world in order to cope. Up2u

For the sake of clarity:

Yan will be called Obbie (they/them pronouns)

And your friend is f/n just going to do she/her pronouns for this one because writing like three characters with they/them pronouns can get a bit confusing to read. When I master the skill I'll try it again.

EXTREME Oblivious Reader VS Yandere

A Yandere falling in love with your friend, f/n, isn't too surprising. the more surprising thing being how you still haven't fucking realized it. And you invited said Yandere to lunch with the two of you.

They originally planned to kill you for being so close to f/n but you kept making opportunities for them to get closer to f/n. Hey, they'll take what they can get because f/n avoids them like the plague.

Your friend continued to shoot you glares, as you chilled out, eating a sandwich, and reading webcomics. You let out a small curse at the protagonist's obliviousness, it was obvious that gifts were a declaration of love, at least in the quantity they were being delivered to the protagonist.

You'd never do misunderstand something so obvious. Sure, you've always had trouble understanding some people but people were confusing, hiding their emotions behind masks. You'd at least understand a straight forward gesture like a gift!

Obbie picked up some food on their fork and held it up to f/n's face, a sickeningly sweet smile on their face. She leaned away from the fork slowly, inch by inch. Then--

"They finally kissed!!!" You exclaimed, shoving your phone in your friend's face, "See? I told you." You puffed out your chest, too busy watching her reaction to see the fork slowly move away from her, having been intercepted.

"...Yeah, you told me..." F/n replied back unenthusiastically. You brushed it off as her being upset at being wrong. But you couldn't help shake off the suspicion that something else was wrong. Maybe she was sick?

Mentally, f/n noted never to tell you when the two of you will hang out again so that way you don't bring along any unwanted pests. You were just too welcoming sometimes.

Obbie's eye twitched as they moved the fork down to their plate. They couldn't tell if you were taunting them or just too absorbed in your silly little comic.

At f/n's less than stellar response you declared that you will take her home early. You are worried about her after all, she may be a sore loser but normally she'd lose with grace! You walked your friend home to take care of her, whether she was sick physically or mentally but when you arrive at their door all they say is:

"Don't bring that person to hang out again. Please?"

How could you be so foolish? To make f/n hang out with someone she didn't want to. That was a bit rude, plus you didn't even check with her when you invited Obbie.

Yet Obbie seemed to want to become friends with f/n! You wouldn't force your friend to do anything they didn't want to do. So instead you decided to give Obbie some extra friendship because you feel bad for them and hey, if your friend can't be their friend maybe you could be :)!

So you ended up greeting Obbie whenever you passed by them, texting them good morning and good night, and offering to hang out with them whenever you were free.

Obbie: ??? (Actually kind of scared)

In this way you manage to befriend the Yandere! Nice job you!

Although they keep asking for your friend's whereabouts among other information, you kept true to the age old saying!

"Snitches get stitches!" You smiled, opening and closing the scissors conveniently in your hand.

Obbie: ?! Clearly you were more of a threat than they thought.

This leads to them entering your room at night with the intent of murder!!! Unfortunately for them they bumped into a table, accidentally knocking a book off of it with a crash. You were a light sleeper and woke up with a jolt.

At the sight of Obbie, you relaxed. They would never do anything to hurt you so this meant one of two things. You looked them in their eyes.

"Are you injured, kicked out of your house, or sick and you need someone to shelter or take care of you for whatever reason? Don't worry, my friend... I am here," You spoke valiantly, with your hand on your heart.

"...No?" They were starting to wonder if you were okay mentally, maybe you were insane, or maybe... this was an evil beyond what they imagined!

To not only taunt them by remaining so close to their one true love but to go so far as push it in their face by calling them weak and hanging out with them! Diabolical!

Meanwhile you knew that only left one option, you looked at Obbie pityingly, "Then you must love me..." You would never miss a sign as obvious as this, you were nothing like those oblivious protagonists.

Obbie: What the actual fuck.

"...Are you okay?" They suddenly asked you, wondering if they had more problems on their hand then they originally thought. Maybe... you were a yandere too?

"Yes," You nodded solemnly, as understanding washed over you. Maybe... you could fall in love with Obbie, hadn't the signs always been there? They always tried to spend time with you (and your friend), "I'll be together with you."

They paused before promptly turning around, "Forget about this. I'm leaving."

Meanwhile you remained on your bed, clutching your chest, as 'my heart will go on' from Titanic played in your head.

EXTREME Oblivious Reader X AND VS Yandere

Somehow you finagled your way into a relationship with Obbie. F/n (the person Obbie loves) is beyond concerned for you, especially since you don't seem to have realized... well anything.

Meanwhile Obbie is trying to figure out the reasoning behind this diabolical scheme, you don't seem to like them so that must mean this is only a plot to keep them separated from their one true love forever! Obbie knew it would be too cruel to make f/n date them after they'd broken up with you. So they decided it would just be easier to kill you instead. But for some reason that idea didn't seem too agreeable anymore with them.

Then there was your ass trying to stay on top of everything while simultaneously keeping up with all the web novels and comics you read, a difficult task. On the bright side you had your new partner to rant about them to,

"Ugh, I can't believe Kim Dan is still with that bastard! If I had a man like Kim Dan I'd treat him right, spoil him, buy him gifts, pay off all his debt--" You began to rant, annoyed at the newest chapter of Jinx. You were truly in love with the brown haired mousy man, if he were real you'd keep him safe in the comfort of your arms.

"With what money?" Obbie looked at you mildly annoyed.

"...This is my fantasy okay." You let out a sigh in response.

Obbie didn't even know why they were listening to you, this was really annoying and boring.

Truly the most diabolical torture of all!

You were conniving but you wouldn't be able to beat them... If this was how you wanted to play the game, then fine. They would start small getting on your nerves... then once you were completely defeated they'd end you, taking f/n for themselves in the process.

Unfortunately, this process started after a terrible day. For whatever reason something went wrong at work and it was your job to clean it up. You hadn't even had time for lunch. When you finally returned home from work and logged on to catch up with all your stories, not only had your tabs been closed, but all of your bookmarks removed...

There was no way you could remember all those titles by name, there were over 100. What kind of a glitch was this?! Did you accidentally fuck up your computer somehow? You must've...

You stared at the screen crestfallen for a few moments until you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned behind you, a smile lifting up to your face as Obbie stared back at you a slight smirk on their face, "Something wrong?" They asked.

"Nope! Just a bit tired!" You replied cheerful you at least had someone by your side during such rough moments, "C'mon let's go make dinner!"

Obbie: ?! ...You were clearly going to be a more challenging opponent than they thought. Each moment that passed you only grew more menacing.

A series of unfortunate events continued to follow you from randomly getting food poisoning, to everyone suddenly avoiding you aside from f/n.

"Aren't you worried?" F/n asked, keeping a watchful eye out for anyone suspicious looking.

You glanced up at her from your webcomic, "About what? It's their fault if they're missing out on this!" You said confidently, pointing your thumb toward your chest.

Your friend smiled weakly in response, "But..."

"Really, it's all good," You replied, "So tell me how's that new relationship of yours going?"

You managed to remain in high spirits despite your life falling down around you. Somehow you got fired (they couldn't afford to keep you apparently) and were struggling to pick yourself up but you were sure you'd do so eventually.

However, Obbie was in shambles at one word of news:

Your friend was in a relationship. A romantic one.

You stumbled upon your partner on their knees and had immediately been worried, "What's wrong? Are you okay-- well of course you aren't, what hurts?" You placed your hands on their shoulders, steadying them as they looked up to you tearfully.

Sure, they could kill you, and your friend's partner, but they didn't want to murder anyone originally! Killing you had been their last resort and of course you foiled it! You demon! You weren't even suffering after all they'd done to ruin your life! They... wouldn't be able to beat you...

F/n had only ever given them disgusted glances in the past anyway, (not to say they didn't deserve them). Plus what Obbie had wanted was f/n in full, the only way they'd be able to get her to love them at this point would be to break her beyond belief. It would leave only a pretty doll in its place, with none of the lovable qualities left.

"I... give up. You win..." Obbie spoke defeatedly, tears rushing out of their eyes at the sudden words. They let out a loud and ugly sob before hugging you, pressing their face against your chest and getting snot and tears all over your clothes.

You pat their back gently, "There, there... It'll all be okay, I promise. And what do you mean I won?" Your voice was comforting aside from the mild confusion in the last sentence.

"I won't go after your friend anymore..." Maybe this wouldn't be so bad the Yandere would have a chance to reinvent themselves, and maybe... they could find new things they loved.

Wait... so the reason why she told you she didn't want to hang out with them...

You froze mid pat as everything came falling into place, "You were never in love with me. You were in love with my friend!" You exclaimed, excitedly at your new discovery, as if you were Sherlock Holmes.

Obbie: ??? There was no fucking way this was real.

EXTREME Oblivious Reader X Yandere

You'd managed to piece everything together Obbie was really in love with f/n. Then they'd gotten together with you out of pity, when you misunderstood their intentions of why they were in your room late at night. Why were they in your room late at night? The world may never know...

Meanwhile Obbie felt themself in more despair than before, having lost the love of their life and realizing they had been defeated by someone who didn't even know what was going on. To say they were upset was an understatement.

You let out a dramatic sigh, "You may not be able to be with my friend anymore but... I won't leave you trapped in this relationship with me. I'm sorry."

And now you were breaking up with them. Just great, wait why the hell did they feel upset at this?! "...It's really okay," They said suddenly, looking up at you with a shaky smile. They'd already lost enough in one day maybe that was why losing something so minor made it worse...

"No, I can't with good conscience let you suffer anymore. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," You were a bit sad, to say you hadn't grown feelings for Obbie after three months of dating (the two of you had lasted a while somehow) would be a lie.

You got up, slight tears in your eyes, vowing not to comfort them in order to restrain any lingering feelings you had and left to your computer. There you continued slowly rebuilding your army of tabs and bookmarks.

Obbie: ..? why are you like this

Still Obbie couldn't help but feel guilty, sure you may've ruined their relationship but the fact that you were even able to ruin it?! You of all people? You genuinely had no idea of what was going on.

It was embarrassing. Both that you didn't know what was going on and that they somehow couldn't deal with someone who was genuinely clueless.

Not only that but in retaliation they'd ruined your entire life, and you remained none the wiser and ever positive. It... was kind of fucked up. How the hell could they not feel guilty?!

After breaking up with Obbie your days for some reason got better, the two of you were still housemates as you'd decided a month ago to share an apartment for six months. But once these upcoming five months were up they'd be completely free!

Plus, you'd managed to get a better job than the one you had before, it paid better AND was easier! What a win! You'd also finished recollecting all of your bookmarks of web novels and web comics, AND a lot of your friends had come back into contact with you! It was wonderful!

Not to mention your relationship with Obbie hadn't gotten awkward at all instead it was thriving! They'd make breakfast and lunch for you, then sit around in the kitchen when you made dinner and cleaned dishes. They listened to all of your rants, and watched over you while you slept.

The last part was actually a bit creepy but apparently you'd been having nightmares recently so they were just making sure you'd sleep well. Not only that but you found out the two of you took the same bus, wasn't that sick?!

Plus they were leaving you gifts all the time now, you would've thought they liked you if well it wasn't so clear they didn't. One misunderstanding was enough for you.

Obbie: ...WHY DID IT WORK WHEN I BROKE INTO YOUR ROOM TO KILL YOU BUT NOW YOU CAN'T TAKE A HINT HUH?

Obbie had to admit in the past they'd been... a bit short sighted maybe liking your friend originally wasn't the right move. F/n didn't pay them much attention nor really care about them so why couldn't they have just liked you sooner?

At least now they had a chance to make up for their mistakes. They could keep you safe by keeping an eye at you to and from work, at work, and at home. They could slowly garner your affection again from the talks and meals you two shared, and the gifts they gave you. They just had to make sure you didn't find out about the source of those unfortunate events. But even if you did... you would forgive them right?

And if you still don't like them by the end of your remaining five month lease. That's okay... they just won't let you leave. F/n had just been a practice run so they wouldn't make mistakes where it really counted.

"What are you doing?" Obbie came home to you stuffing some clothes in a suitcase, you jumped up at the sound of their voice.

You looked at them slightly confused, "You know our lease ends tomorrow right..?"

They approached you and you remained still, feeling your heart thrum rapidly. They didn't like you in that way, you knew that so why was your heart beating so fast.

Then they smiled down at you, "You can't leave me, okay?" They wrapped an arm around you, holding you snug before leaning down and kissing you, their mouth slightly ajar and warm always pushing for more. Teeth brushed against your bottom lip as you remained still.

Friends don't do this.

"Our... our lease still ends tomorrow," You sputtered out looking up at them.

They let out a small tsk, leaning close enough so that the tips of your noses touched, "I took care of it. Just stay. Don't leave me." They wouldn't even give you the chance to leave. Then they moved their lips toward yours again taking them again.

"...So does this mean you want to be with me?" You asked for confirmation.

They let out a heavy sigh, "Seriously, how oblivious are you?" Then they smiled, looking down at you adoration completely in their eyes, "Yes, it does."

In other news:

Work on my 4 minific drafts vs work on my 3 original stories vs create something completely new and random based off a random urge.

Guess who won?!

The last one. It's always the last one.

I hope you guys had fun reading this, honestly I felt like this was a really funny pair to write. Like the Yandere thinking the Reader was a genius who foiled their plans. Meanwhile Reader: wow this chick in this web comic is really hot.

I think the concept of an extremely oblivious Reader and Yandere can also be written in a nice and funny manner :) just Yandere moving into their class midway through the semester and reader being like 'you've always been here?' Yandere:...Yep. Or the classic murder = paint. I think there's a lot of untapped comedic potential in the pairing, of course with a nice little side of psychological.

I know people aren't the biggest fans of oblivious protagonists (because we love ourselves a smart MC who can support themselves and give everyone a good challenge and solve the world!!! rn I'm reading like the Greatest Estate Developer and the MC is so fucking smart it's nice!!! (no romance in it tho)).

But I thought that we need a good variety of protagonists always, and oblivious protagonists can be wonderful when done right so I've gotta keep working to master all of the characters so that way when I write my novel (eventually) the oblivious character is cool af!

[moochalove]

All for you. (YAN!Venti x FEM! Reader)

NSFW

!!MINORS READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Clasping your wrist you fiddle with a bracelet your lover had bought you on your nth date, wondering how he was able to afford it, he could never seem to pay off his tabs and it was always you who had done it, that’s how you met after all. Gently caressing it you carry on with your day, “It’s pretty early so I think ill just take a walk around before heading off to see Venti!” you thought to yourself. Heading west you approved Dawn Winery, taking a glance you could see him, Diluc Ragnvindr, ah the man you once held strong feelings for. Not wanting to gain attention you simply walk by acting as if the Wine yard hadn’t been there before you arrived, that was until he called out your name. Oh, how you once longed for him to say your name, no, it's time to stop being stuck in the past- you have an amazing lover who gives you all the love and attention you need. Trying to calm your nerves you turn slightly, “Um, Yes? May I help you?”

Taking a gulp you stand still as if moving would make the tension between you two worse. “So sorry if I interrupted your walk- I- I just wanted to say hello- have a good day.” To think the stoic Master Diluc would have a small soft spot for you, though if you asked him he would simply brush it off as being polite. Even after all these years he still treats you as a superior, disregarding all the times you asked for him to see you as an equal. “Ah- Thank You very much, Diluc! You too! Bye bye.” quickly bowing before you continued walking down that path that would eventually meet to The Windrise tree. “I hope that wasn’t too awkward? Maybe I should’ve been more polite? Opening? Maybe-“

A gust of wind brushed over the land, combing your hair- inhaling the fresh air you feel a pair of arms wrap around your neck, feeling someone lean into your neck. All you can do is sigh and wrap your hands around ones dangling near your torso- “You’re never this early? Is something wrong, my love?’’ Inhaling your scent you can feel you lover relax upon your back, legs that were once dangling in the wind have seemed to float partially above ground now. “Yes! You’re late for our date!” “I’m quite sure im early? Surely you weren’t waiting that long?” “I was waiting for eevvvveerrr!” The bard said exaggerating the end. Inhaling your scent again he could smell a hint of grapes. Quickly voicing his thoughts, “You don’t smell that of dandelions anymore, love… More like grapes, you know how I feel about this, Y/N…” Gulping nervously you try and laugh it off, “So you can smell like you’re fresh out of a tavern and its okay? Yet when I have the faintest scent of grapes on me, its a problem?” “My dearest Cecilia, thats the problem. There are no taverns outside of the city other than… its supplier. What have I said about going near that place… I don’t like the way he looks at you. You know this, could it be… I knew it… You’re cheating on me with him, aren’t you?” All you could do was burst out laughing, “Haha! Oh my dearest lover boy! You’ve got it all wrong! I would never cheat on you!” Taking his arms off your shoulders and turning to face him you see he’s… crying? Oh no. Have you truly upset him? “D- dear, please! I would never cheat on you with him!” Pulling out a handkerchief that was gifted to you, you slowly wipe away his tears, kissing them away also works but you don’t think he’s in the mood for that right now. With a loud sob he wraps his arms around you crying loudly pushing you both to the ground. “Y-you promise? You’ll n-never leave me? Promise?” Softly petting his head, “Of course. Even if it meant giving up anything and everything for you- I would do it.” That’s all he needed to hear, eyes dilating, breathe hitching, he smiled wider than you could imagine. “My sweet Cecilia- lets go home, we’ll rearrange our date for another day. What do you say?” Still patting his head you nod, “Okay, lets go home.”

Feeling gusting winds soar around you both, holding onto Venti tightly. Opening your eyes you’re back home- who knew old Mond could still be considered a home. Perhaps this is where Venti felt this is where you would be the ‘saftest’ you didn’t oppose the idea when he proposed it though, so it was partially your fault- that’s okay though, he was courteous enough to somehow set up a nice small cottage for you both! Mostly for you since he tends to spend that night at the tavern or in a tree. It’s okay as long as he comes home every now and then, right? You weren’t even sure of the answer, now, this isn’t the time to be questioning things like this- especially at this moment when Venti was still embracing you, puffy eyes and lips. Stroking his hair you try and comfort your poor Bard Boy. “Please Darling, I’ll do anything, please don’t be upset anymore.” You’re either really smart, or really oblivious, either way Venti was glad you were practically setting yourself up for his little game.

NSFW BELOW!!

“Anything~?” you’ve never seen him switch up so fast… “Y-yes of course Darling! Anything for you.” You could feel him inhaling more of your scent, with a small ‘tsk’ he started to gently rub your back. There was no backing out of this now- you knew exactly what he wanted, were you ready for it thought? No! Making love with Venti made you so tired, he can go at least 3 or more rounds, if he’s feeling generous he’ll only go one. Snapping out of your thoughts you feel him lick your neck, shivering slightly you hold his head against you more. “You taste better than the finest wine around, my love, I can never get enough of you.” With a hesitant giggle you feel guilt building in your chest. Even if you wanted to, you just can’t- that’s okay though, Venti is here to wash it all away and build you anew, as he always does. “Lay back.” You did as he ordered, complying with a nod you slowly laid back letting your arms relax above your head. “Now, just let me…” He unbuttoned shirt swiftly, discarding it quickly into the nearest corner next to you both. Licking around the bud of your nipple you let out a soft moan, “D-darling, please!” Using his free hand to play with your perked up nippled he fondled and tugged at your right breast. You can feel him leaving love bites against the flush skin, you didn’t mind for you would cover it up later. Venti could feel his undergarments growing tighter and tighter by the second, paying more attention to your right breast he used his free hand to palm the painful tent growing in his pants (bro idk what to call them goofy ahh shorts??? PANTS???) “Darling? How about we just skip all the foreplay and what not~?” You really didn’t want to but he’s been so good and generous for you. “Of course, whatever makes you happy, love” Closing your eyes tightly you held onto his back as you could feel his now free tip rubbing against your slick folds. Rubbing back and forth against your clit he gently slid into your seeping hole, “Ah… that feels batter…” letting small moans and gasps escape you lips you gently rubbed his back. “Okay… I’m gonna move now” you whimpered and nodded gently. He started slowly, you could feel his tip hitting your cervix harshly- it felt so good, “F-faster please, pl-please~?” Leaving rough hickies on your skin, lapping at the mark with his tongue. His thrusts grew frantic, wanting to release all his sees within you. “Mmm just like that darling!” “A-allow me to mark you as mine once again?” “D-darling no need to ask’’ He threw your legs over his shoulders and leaned down into you, from this new position you could feel the veins etched on the side of his cock. Your mind began to feel fuzzy from this new position, tongue lolling out as you let out pathetic whimpers bouncing off the walls of your small yet cozy room. “M-maybe if you were a good girl I’d love you more g-gently~ but you’ve been bad, haven’t you?” Grabbing your face and smooshing your cheeks together, “You know how I feel about you trying to whore around? And you still do it. Such a bad girl” he slapped your face as he continued to thrust in and out. “To think I trained you poorly. It’s okay though! I’ll just have to fuck you dumb again and retrain you! Surely you don’t mind?” Haha of course y-you don’t!”

He could feel the knot in his stomach growing tighter and tighter, as could you. All you could do was whimper and scratch at his back! You couldn’t form a cohesive thought, just blabber noises. He loved when he fucked your brains out! It made Venti proud, no one could fuck you this good! Especially not Diluc. That thought alone made his eye twitch, thrusting in harder and whispering dirty words into your ear, you came around his cock. Juices spilling out of your arousal. It made your cunt feel so good and light. After a few more thrust he came deep into your cunt! Your pussy milked his cock dry, sucking every drop out of him. It’s like your pussy was made for him and him only. As he pulled out slowly, an anemo symbol formed on your lower abdomen. He smiled as he laid next to you circling it with his fingers, “See? It wasn’t that bad was it?” Giggling to himself you laid there still seeing stars as you tried to catch your breath.

“Y/n, no matter what you do, where you try to run off to… just know you can never escape, okay? You’re mine and mine alone. You don’t need anyone else! Just me! So please be a good girl and stay with me, yeah?” All you could do was nod. You knew he was just trying to be loving and watch out for you! “And if you still fail to listen… I might have to take things into my own hands! Surely no one will notice if a few people go missing, right?” You barley understood what he said during the last bit, slumping your arms over him and pulling him into your chest you fell into a deep slumber. “Oh? I suppose I’ll have to scold you later? Sleep well my Cecilia~” closing his eyes he held onto your hips as you both drifted off to sleep.

AN: Yall imma be honest- I thought I posted this already😭 turns out I forgot to!!! Anyways hope you enjoyed this fic that I wrote SOME TIME AGO (I’m so sorry-)

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Yandere ! Loser x Bully ! Reader Headcanons

Yandere ! Loser is Male and Bully ! Reader is Gender Neutral

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Welcome and I hope you enjoy Yandere ! Loser!!

Also thought I’d let people know before they started reading that Reader is gender neutral since I saw a few posts about it :3

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❥ Yandere ! Loser who is first noticed by Bully ! Reader.

❥Yandere ! Loser who comes to the conclusion that Bully ! Reader has a thing for the cute quiet type and has developed a crush on him.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who in return for your perceived crush, becomes obsessed tenfold. He must show that your feelings are not unrequited, after all!

❥ Yandere ! Loser who had spent the majority of his life being alienated from his peers and overlooked by everyone despite his hard earned grades and now practically bathes in your attention (in comparison, at least).

❥ Yandere ! Loser who finds it hard to conceal his excitement when you’re rough with him; shoving him back, grabbing the collar of his shirt, kicking him, slapping him! It just feels too good… And don’t get him started on your degrading words, he might just break!

❥ Yandere ! Loser who feels his knees become weak, back shivering and a heat lighting in their lower stomach when you shove, pin or cage him against a wall or locker in an attempt to intimidate him. Your face being so close to his, allowing him to breathe the same air as you, nothing about the position is helping him retain himself. In fact, he suspects he may even drool sometimes when your threats are especially descriptive. He’s just so pathetic and desperate for you!!

❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves spending hours upon hours worshipping every blessing (read: injury or bruise) you generously bestow upon him, taking pictures with his polaroid camera and noting on the back where and when and most importantly how he received each one.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves visiting your home at night with his camera in hand, capturing you at your most peaceful - a state they would never see at school - and watching you wind down and relax after a school day. Every photo is plastered upon his bedroom walls, his favourite ones being closest to his bed. Sometimes he’s treated to a show late at night when you think no one else is around and all Yandere ! Loser can do is take pictures and drool into the hand covering his mouth. Those photos go in a special box under his bed.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves stalking your social media, making fake accounts to scroll and comment and know all your connections; your family, friends, potential admirers and those you admire. Along with downloading and printing any photos of you for his walls, stalking where you’ve been and where you’re going.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who constantly daydreams all about you, everything about you. Drooling over his fantasies of how life’ll go once the two of you graduate and are together forever without any classmates, teachers or parents to get in the way.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who gets jealous when you touch anyone but him, are mean to anyone but him, talk to anyone but him, look at anyone but him. What right do they have to your attention? No one but him deserves your affections.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who despite his scrawny, weak appearance, is rather cunning and knows how to fight dirty. He catches whoever attempted to steal you away from him by surprise and swiftly cut their throat, ridding the world of them quickly.

❥ Yandere ! Loser who sighs dreamily at the sight of you putting another bully in their place for trying to take your Loser. Right in the middle of him completing one of the many tasks you give him, too. They’ll be dead by midnight but he can gleefully enjoy your violence in peace for now, with a perfect view too. You might as well make your relationship with him official at this point as you’ve made it clear he’s off limits to everyone else!

❥ Yandere ! Loser who believes it to be clear to everyone around that he is yours and you are his. And he’s right, many have noticed the strange interactions between the two of you and have all collectively agreed not to get involved. Even if you aren’t fully aware, he’ll fix that soon enough…

[anonymous--writings]

OBLIVIOUS ELDRITCH READERRRRRR

OBLIVIOUS ELDRITCH READER.

[sevenpersona]

Shy Admiration

Yoongi/Reader

Co-workers to lovers, basically strangers to lovers.

Summary: You always found Yoongi to be quite cold with others but he shows you a different side to him when you bump into him in a different environment.

Taehyung and Chaeyoung are mentioned and make small appearances.

This is a lot longer than my 320 word Drabble lmao! This is just over 2000 words so if it’s not for you understandable! Also I wrote this around 12:30am last night so 🥺 if things don’t make sense ignore pls

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Sighing as you flag down the bartender for another Vodka and orange, you settle further onto the cushioned stool. Sipping your new drink, warmth runs through your body, replacing the cold chill that began to creep in. Debating whether or not to leave your friends drinks and escape to the sanctity of home, a familiar man sits a few seats away. Tilting your head and stealing glances at the man, you aren’t surprised when he turns in your direction, sensing your gaze on him.

You are surprised however to see that the mystery man is your infamously withdrawn coworker Min Yoongi. He doesn’t really look like he belongs in a place like this, but you suppose neither do you. Although you had turned your attention back to your drink, it seems the tables had now turned, and you feel his gaze boring into you. Fair is fair, you supposed.

Even though you had been cube neighbours for a few months, the amount of times you had interacted were limited. He was, well is intimidating, often refusing to eat lunch with the other staff, cutting them off shortly with a sharp retort about wasting his time with mindless gossip, and generally keeping to himself. While that wasn’t a bad thing keeping to oneself, he takes it to an almost isolated level. You think the only person you have seen him have a genuine conversation with is Kim Taehyung in HR, but let’s be honest, Taehyung is a social butterfly and if anyone could befriend someone like Yoongi it would most definitely be him.

Your phone flashes, distracting you from the thought of Min Yoongi. Glimpsing at your phone, your close friend Chaeyoung has sent you a message from the dance floor.

‘Come dance with me!’ it reads.

Contemplating how likely it is that she’ll just drag you to the dance floor anyway, you hop of your seat drink firmly in hand. As you turn to make your way to the dance floor you unexpectedly come face to face with Yoongi. Eyes widened you take a step back to create some distance from the man.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice deep and richer than the few times you had heard him speak. Yoongi was adorned in a black silky shirt and tight skinny jeans, looking unapproachably hot.

“Well, I could say the same.” You retorted, feeling a little off balance and wondering if you almost colliding was a coincidence or if he came up to you for a reason.

“Kim Taehyung dragged me here.” He defends, exasperation floods his features. “Told me he knew a place that stocks great whisky,” He shakes his head, as you take a moment to appreciate the long strands of hair swaying artfully. “What he didn’t mention was that it was a club.” Yoongi’s brow furrows as though tricked.

Yoongi’s gaze fixates back on you as he comes back from his thoughts, moving closer to lean on the bar. His eyes drink you in, it’s as though he’s never seen you before. Dressing in loose business casual attire does nothing for your figure so you always enjoy the reactions of your colleagues on the rare occasion they spot you out and about. And while clubbing isn’t an activity you entirely enjoy, you do know how to dress for the occasion and look fantastic, if you may say so yourself.

He raises an eyebrow as to say your turn.

“I was convinced by my friends to come here.” You shrug, leaning against the bar yourself. “They all left me here at the bar for the dance floor or others though.” You huff again, the thought of your friends abandoning you dampening your mood, as you tip back the rest of your drink. Facing Yoongi, as you place the now empty drink on the counter, a pout makes its way to your lips.

Chae and her message are long forgotten as Yoongi occupies your attention. His eyes flick down to your pout before coming back up to meet your eyes. Your own eyes snap away to avoid his stare, face a slight pink from the attention or maybe it was the alcohol affecting you.

“You have bad friends.” He grumbles, glaring out into the dance floor as if to pinpoint your friends. It’s kind of endearing that he’s worried about your choice of friends. “Unless my company is that bad that you’re pouting?”

“My friends mean well!” you defend, fidgeting with your outfit. “They just get distracted easily, but they always check up on me!”

Yoongi moves again and you can feel his warmth against your side, the smell of his cologne making your head spin. He whispers against you “And my company?”

Your cheeks flush as you turn away, his front now pressed to your back. He chuckles a little at how nervous you seem. “It’s nice.” you mumbled, flustered from his proximity.

His long hair touches your neck as he leans forward, lips against your ear. “Hmm, what was that?” you can feel him smirk against you, teasing you.

You turn to face him making sure he hears clearly. “I said your company is bearable.” Your flustered state giving way to a more composed you. A small teasing grin makes its way to your face, as you take in the way his eyes widened at your sudden switch in confidence.

Yoongi seems as though he had to do a software reboot, still for a second before he gives you a soft smile. Your heart beats faster, and you have to scold yourself not to focus too deep into the sweet look he’s giving you.

“If you can bear my presence for a little longer,” he shifts slightly moving to sit down on the seat next to where you are standing. “I’d like to get to know you better.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and you get the feeling he doesn’t say that often.

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A little while longer turns into a few hours talking away, getting to know each other. You obviously work in the same building, cubical neighbours after all. Yoongi talks about his dog, Min Holly, bringing up pictures to show you of his adorable toy poodle. He also talks about his friend group, which happens to include Taehyung, what a surprise.

You in turn talk about your friends who normally do not abandon you in clubs, your own pet, and hobbies. You’re a little shocked that he hasn’t zoned out after the ramble you went on about your interest in the solar system and how Pluto should have remained a planet, but he remained attentive until you had finished talking.

You check on your phone, turning it over to see it has been quite a while since Yoongi first approached you. Wincing as you also spot the many missed call notifications from your friends. If they knew you were speaking with a man at the bar, they would roast you so bad about not wanting to come out initially. You giggle a little at the thought.

“What’s going on in that mind of yours?” Head tilted towards you, curious. You look back towards Yoongi, just taking him in for a moment.

“I didn’t imagine my night turning out this well.” You respond, suddenly feeling contemplative. “What about you?” Slyly spitting out a question of your own, “Did I make your night, more bearable?”

He hums, pausing to sort out his thoughts. “Hmm, let me think on it,” Yoongi jokes. “I’m glad Taehyung decided to bring me here.” His cheeks pinken a bit, his eyes turning down to face the floor. “But I’m definitely, glad I spent some time with you.”

Your pulse races, at the thought that he enjoyed spending time with you. Feeling a bit bewildered that he rejects most of your co-workers attempts to get closer to him and yet approaches you, plants a small seed of infatuation in you. You could admit that Yoongi was beautiful, he was smart and a hard worker to boot, but his hard exterior was intimidating to say the least. The last couple hours with him have changed your perspective.

“I…” your phone buzzing cuts you off, as you hurry to answer it. “Hello?”

“Where are you?! I’ve been trying to call you for the last half an hour!” ahh Chaeyoung.

“I’m still at the bar.”

“Wait what?! We left that club an hour ago!”

“Well, no one told me?”

“We messaged you, like twice that we were leaving! Why haven’t you picked up your phone!”

“I…”

“Never mind, we are headed back to my house. Are you coming?”

“I, yeah ok. I’ll see you there, ok. Bye.”

You look at Yoongi, a little disappointed to end your conversation but not wanting to worry your friends.

“You have to go right?” His eyes look at you in understanding. You nod, pouting again. “Do you mind waiting for me to gather Taehyung?” Confusion is evident on your face. “It’s late out and I don’t want you to travel alone, I can call an uber and drop you off before going home.”

You open your mouth to try and refuse, but you are cut off yet again. “Y/N I’m not letting you go out alone in the middle of the night.” You think it’s the first time you’ve heard him say your name, and it surprises you into silence. He takes your silence as acceptance and leaves to corral Taehyung from the dance floor.

Yoongi comes back to you sitting in the same spot, an intoxicated Taehyung in tow. “Good girl.” He huffs out, frustrated with the lack of cooperation from Taehyung. Your face glows red and Yoongi stores your reaction in his mind.

“Princess!” Taehyung has noticed exactly who is at the bar, and he shoves Yoongi out of the way to give you a hug as Yoongi growls at him in return.

“Uber’s here, we are dropping ‘princess’ off first and then going home, understand?” Yoongi looks at Taehyung exasperated. He hmphs as both Taehyung and you nod in understanding.

The ride to Chae’s was quiet, Taehyung having fallen asleep halfway through and Yoongi seemingly content with the silence. As the car pulled up outside her house, Yoongi asked for your phone, and you assumed he needed to make a call. When you got your phone back you noticed he added his number to your contacts and looked up at him a bit dazed.

“Let me know if you need anything ok?” He looked slightly abashed but not at all regretful. When you agreed, a gummy smile appeared lighting his face up. It made him look so much softer and you were glad it was just you who got to receive it.

As you separated ways, you noticed the car was still there having not moved. As the door opened and Chaeyoung greeted you, out of the corner of your eye you saw the car drive away. The thought of Yoongi waiting until you were safe in her house was sweet and made your heartbeat faster.

Yoongi remained in your thoughts well into the night, and you huffed to yourself that he was dangerous shaking your heart up and taking up rent in your mind. A thought occurred to you as you were settling into bed. Would Yoongi know who was leaving cute handwritten poems on your desk? You settled that thought for now, tiredness getting the best of you.

The image of his gummy smile and pink cheeks stayed with you until you drifted off to sleep.

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Thank you for reading! You have reached the end!!!

I’m not sure if I want to turn this into a multi-chapter work or just leave it as a one shot. In any case I’ve left it open ended so comment below if you would like a follow up this 🫣

[italoniponic]

May i request the first year gang trying to confess to an super oblivious reader? As hcs if thats okay (^-^)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭��𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon! Lucky you, I was finishing reading this wholesome fluffy shoujo manga some weeks ago (obviously with this type of drama) and oh God, I really don’t know if I should throw hands at oblivious reader (I may be one myself irl) or cheer more on the boys to make the reader understand their feelings finally. Well, let’s see what happens! 

The colored 12th hc is an ending where the Oblivious Reader strikes again! So if you want to pretend everything got right, just pass through it~ Thanks for the request! |

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt x g!n super oblivious reader 

fluff / overall comedy / crush shenanigans / double ending / use of “you” pronouns 

Warning!: no offense to the requester, but I made the reader seriously stupid so proceed with caution.

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

I Love You, Don't You Get It?

“Okay, here we come. I love you!,” Ace said at once. You were at the door of the Ramshackle, it was late afternoon and Ace had said he wanted to do one last thing before the day was over. It was very important to him. After so many weeks corroding himself with this feelings, Ace wanted to confess himself to you;

And... you laughed. It was the first indication that you hadn't quite understood what he said. “I love you too, silly. I know you're not much of a feelings-guy but the others will be happy to know that you appreciate them too!,” you advised, thinking Ace was just meaning he liked you all more than he'd like to admit;

Which is kind of true but it's not the truth he was actually dealing with! Have you really not noticed all this time? The looks that Ace directs at you, the jokes and teasing that imply how much he wants to go out with you, the way he defends you from the bullies out there, the way Ace stays close to you at any opportunity;

But it's a lot harder than it sounds. You understood all this as Ace wanting to be more your friend and compensate for his past mistakes, no other intention. And that was kind of a reality before Ace started falling for you. Before it was more like he wanted to have your trust, but now the game has changed;

And you don't know the rules. It was frustrating like playing solitaire with someone who is used to chess. Ace knows you have just good intentions in interpreting him in another way — Heavens, it's one of the things he likes about you! But he dies a little inside every time you laugh and think he's not being serious;

Perhaps this is the karma of being “the group’s clown” that Deuce talked about so much. Ace’s fame had reached a point where you would need more than simple words to understand that he was not joking about any of this. His feelings are real, concrete... and you are looking at him as just your funny friend;

Given this, Ace tries to be a little clearer and more insistent. He gives you a red rose whenever he can, he tries to call you to go to the movies and watch a clearly romantic movie even if it makes his stomach turn a little, all the magic tricks he does end with you having an Ace of Hearts in your hands with your name in the Heart suit;

And you understand all of this just as well as Heartslabyul students understand their dorm rules. You think Ace is giving you flowers to adorn the Ramshackle. You’re loving to discover this world's most famous movies. And the card of Hearts corresponding to Ace at the end of each magical trick? Wow, he has a very interesting signature to end the show!;

Ace's pillow is almost featherless with how much he strangles it and throws around the poor thing to take out his own frustration. Deuce has already prepared the burial for the pillow and the geese’s feathers who have done their best to try to make Ace have better dreams. But he is getting desperate and impatient. It would be easier to throw a table in your face with both your initials carved on it;

Well, ridiculous situations require even more infamous solutions. If saying it clearly and directly makes you confused, maybe if Ace left the statement complicated you would understand better. That's the strangest logic he could come up with but it was worth a try. With Cater’s help, Ace puts together a whole journey of puzzles for you. You’ve walked the entire school until you reached the main street where it all began;

“The person who loves you the most in the world is the one who brings trouble with the wind,” you read to the statue of the Queen of Hearts. Said and done, a gust of wind came from nowhere and took the paper out of your hands. Ace appeared beside you, winking. “Woke up from your dream, love of my life?”

“Ace...! I don't get it. I'm already awake,” you replied, laughing then. You really want to give him a heart attack, huh?

“I… I l-love you! I said it!,” Deuce confessed. It had been easier than he thought, but at the same time, it required more courage than planned. It was like guessing up a question in the history test... and as always happened, Deuce had got it wrong. You stared at him for a moment with a confused look, until you finally revealed what you felt;

“I love you too, Deuce. You are the best of the best friends I have ever had!,” you replied, smiling. It was Deuce's turn to not understand what you said. Your words were positive but what did they mean? Were you still friends? Were they already dating? Was everything still as before or did something move out of place? What a mess;

But since nothing out of the ordinary was announced, Deuce could only come to the conclusion that his love confession went in through one ear and out the other. You didn’t notice anything and understood everything wrong. He couldn't tell if that was better or worse than a rejection. At least you two are still best friends;

Since Deuce has never had many real friends, this statement was good for him but maybe it's more because he doesn't understand much about romance. Ace filled his ears about how he should do something before he was forever stuck in the Friendzoneland and things starts to really get worrisome;

At first, Deuce tried to carry on doing things normally — although the degree of his nervousness at your side hasn’t diminished a bit. He helped you the most in class, sat right next to you in the cafeteria and assured you that you can come to him at any time to ask for help with anything;

A short time later, he decides to help you with more things, especially after picking up some books and movies to consult and have as a basis. So when it rains, Deuce takes off his blazer for you to walk over the puddles and also offers for the two of you to take a walk with Grim and some flamingos from Heartslabyul. Old romance movies, you should imagine — but you didn't;

The new plan is to try to cook you something romantic and that makes Deuce's feelings very explicit, so he asked Trey for help in this situation. The plan was to bake several heart-shaped cookies but, Deuce didn't explained their purpose before you split them among the first-years; 

Love is a pain and loving definitely sucks at times, but Deuce doesn't want to let himself get easily knocked down by such a thing. Even if it's hard or takes years, he won't give up on making you understand how he feels;

You watched one of the romantic movies that Deuce rented at the Ramshackle — unfortunately with the whole group. Deuce tried to put his arm around your shoulder but your response to that was to surround him and Ace with your arms in the middle of that deep emotional scene. Luck isn't on his side yet but watching the finale gave him an idea;

Classes were over and Deuce asked you to wait near the statue hall on the main street. Sometime later, he showed up with a dark blue Magical Wheel to hang out with you — he had convinced (unknowingly using force) some Ignihyde students to let him be the test pilot the other day — and you two practically flew school out;

Wind in your hair, you couldn't help but remember the final scene of the movie you saw where the main couple rode off on a motorcycle into the sunset with romantic music playing in the background. And on the radio, he played the exact same song. You made a stop in a high part of the island, where you could see both the school and the sea. Deuce whispered in your ear, “I want to feel the love of those two with you, really.”

“Deuce, did you... take me to a hill just to ask to watch the movie again?,” you asked. Deuce didn't know what to answer so he just agreed.

“I’m not the best with words but… the thing is: I love you,” Jack confessed. It was noon, lunchtime and Jack found a way to have a moment alone with you in the garden. It was a point very close to the trees that guaranteed privacy and quietness. He had prepared your favorite food to symbolize how much you mattered to him;

“Aw, Jack, I'm glad to see you taking the time to express how much you love your friends. Will you do the same for others?,” you asked, not really understanding that it was all a love confession. Jack made some excuse and let you eat the food, wondering where he went wrong;

He spent a good deal of time on the walk back to classes and on the return to the dorm in this numb state, a simple funeral mood. On the way, Ruggie tried to warn him of a book flying in his direction — the guys in the dorm were playing games — and Jack didn't even feel anything. Everyone decided to leave him quiet in his corner;

All his life Jack has heard that even if a person does some actions, words are a perfect complement to them. One is not mutually exclusive to the other and just as he did good things, he might also be able to say beautiful things. And declaring your love to someone is the greatest gesture in the world, the most powerful words too. And you understood absolutely nothing!;

Past the initial shock, Jack found himself thinking what would really make you understand that he likes you. Deeply and sincerely. He tried to be as clear as possible with you and even then, the meanings of the words flew through your head without you understanding the real meaning of them. Yes, we’re back again to express ourselves with concrete actions and gestures;

Talking about it with Ruggie, Jack found himself faced with an interesting idea — which, in fact, was a joke that he took more seriously than he should have. What if Jack acted like a husband to you? It was very characteristic behavior and would not fail to make you at least question the reasons of why he was acting this way;

At first, Jack felt kind of weird because it looked so much like he was trying to imitate his dad and failing miserably at it. Jack would hold your books, carry your groceries, help you fix Ramshackle’s problems, and even say “I'll see you later, I love you” when you go to class, which always scared the others;

Jack also wrote some letters to you, which are more like notes because he cutted out half the text before he’s convinced that’s good enough. It was made on a simple but clean paper, which you ended up collecting over the weeks. You don't understand why he's delivering them to you but you find it funny;

On a particularly exhausting day, Jack allowed you to stroke his fur. A permission that you knew was important but not exactly for what. He noticed your confusion but he didn't interrupt you at any point. When you came to scratch his ear, those insignificant worries were gone;

Since certain things need to be said one way or another, Jack has prepared to declare himself again to you. You agreed to eat something at the dinner Ramshackle and he prepared a special decoration of a siamese cactus — two small stems were together on the same base, like a couple — to stand on the table between you;

“I've said it before and I'll say it again as many times as I have to. I love you,” Jack said. It was out of nowhere but you didn't mind stopping to listen to him. You two were near the window and the reflection of the moon made Jack's eyes shine, although they always have that glow when he is staring at you.

“I love you too, buddy!,” you replied. Jack sighed. Not to act like a angsty sixteen year old but... oh, life sucks.

“What I really want to say is I love you,” Epel concluded. Simple, passionate, his way. Night had come and alongside it, Epel with an apple carved with your initials. That apple was supposed to be his heart which he gave to you. And that’s because he said he wasn’t that much of a romantic guy;

You took this as a very cute and caring way for Epel to say that you both were great friends and he enjoyed your company. “You are very cute. Please, never change!,” you said, hugging him. Epel stared into the void, confused and frustrated. Such a perfect plan, a delicious apple and thoughtful words so that you don’t understand one darn of his intentions;

It was almost like you telling him to his face that he wasn't a man! You were saying that...? No, you weren't. Epel was just frustrated that nothing had worked out and that he still had some stupid obligatory evening skin cleanse to do after that. What a terrible night! But he wouldn't give up so easily;

So Epel rolled up his sleeves and prepared to really fight for you. Even though people often interpret Epel's manner as that of a shy boy, he just doesn't have much confidence in himself yet to act completely cool, like Leona for example. However, if you haven't noticed that he likes you, he needs to do whatever it takes to change your perception;

And being as direct as possible can be the solution! Meemaw Felmier said that the fastest way to cut down a tree is to throw the ax at the base with all your strength and have precise and direct movements. Epel applied this knowledge in the form of offering to carry all your things or even yourself when you are tired of walking;

Epel even sets out to fight some horde of students to get the lunch you want. He also delivers you various flowers that he finds in Pomefiore and apples carved with hearts, images of lovers and other figures that look like they came out of a Valentine's day store. Is it direct enough? Is it obvious enough?;

In your eyes, Epel seems to act like a Jack that speaks what comes to his mind — a compliment that has managed to motivate him to try harder. It got to the point where Epel started trying to flirt with you. Only the most creative countryside pick-up lines for his “sweet apple pie”, although using the nickname that his grandpa uses for his grandma makes him crawl on his insides;

Epel’s entire courtship is of a typical Harveston boy with good intentions and who wants to impress both his beloved and their parents — in this case, your friends who have begun to serve as a jury for these things. Epel also prepared meals that are normally served for two… only to see you split them with Grim;

As the situation wasn’t getting out of place, Epel was forced to seek help from Rook. He was so desperate that the idea of Rook launching an arrow at Ramshackle with a simple “Epel loves you” didn't seem so bad. It was only cut because Jack didn't think it was very safe;

Finally, the ultimate attempt. Again, it was night and Epel called you to Ramshackle’s entrance. To your infinite surprise, he was riding a white horse when he entered the garden. In his hands, a platter with a fragrant apple pie made with all the care in the world. Manly and princely to the extreme!;

With skill, Epel got off the horse without unbalancing the pie plate and stood in front of you. He had rehearsed with Rook several things to say to you but, in the end, being himself would be the best way out. Because you always liked him the way he is. “You don't have to dream of the day your prince will come. You already have a man who loves you right here.”

“Where?,” you asked, looking around. Good Heavens. You really want Epel to break this pie on your head, I'll tell you what! 

“For all that is sacred, my love for you is eternal,” Sebek proclaimed. He had done everything according to the fae customs, especially of the Zigvolt family. He brought you a small bouquet of rosemary and dark red carnations, symbolizing love and affection between lovers, and knelt before you;

Perhaps because it was Sebek who called you at the breaking dawn, you were surprised to hear his voice making a proclamation in a normal tone. Still strong and imposing but that didn't make your ears bleed. He looked magnificent like a knight. The bouquet in his hands was adorable, just like the sparkle in his eyes;

“But why did you call me this hour just to give me flowers, Sebek? Ah...!,” Sebek fidgeted when it seemed that you had understood. “Is this your way of establishing our friendship? Wow! Awesome! I've never seen anything like it!” A terrible time for you to admire the customs of fairies;

A terrible, damned hour for the nerves of poor Sebek who returned to Diasomnia as if he had fallen off his horse. He had that sad, confused look of someone who hasn't fully processed the tumble he took. When Lilia offered him the jar of liquor sweets and he accepted, Silver knew immediately that many things went wrong;

It was with great cost and patience that Lilia made Sebek understand that you simply didn’t understand what he meant and it was no “human way” to disregard and make fun of the courtship between faes. Not that realizing your obliviousness cheered Sebek up. He had prepared everything with care and wanted it to work out… and it didn’t;

But a guard who serves the great Malleus Draconia does not cower at a failed attempt! So Sebek pulled himself together and prepared to try as many times as he had to. For days, Sebek did his best to declare his love to you. As you have never seen before, he was docile and attentive;

It was like keeping up with those moments after a storm, where the rain starts to get weak and the thunders calm down. Delicate and careful, as if dealing with Young Master himself, Sebek wrote letters and more letters detailing your qualities and achievements in his life, the joy you brought him and the dreams he planned for you two;

Sebek cleaned the entire Ramshackle and filled the building with flowers and lights, which you received as a big action of care among good friends. Favor. But it wasn't just a favor! Why didn't you notice?!; 

He then began to talk more about his parents and to Sebek’s own surprise, he understood his mother better at that moment. So that's what it was like to fall madly in love with someone? Even having an unparalleled patience for this loved one’s obliviousness? Mr. Zigvolt was just like you, according to Mrs. Zigvolt’s stories; 

He was annoyed by this for a while but slowly came to understand his mother’s reasons and forgave his father. If he got everything right with you, he would have a lot to apologize for on the next vacation. Hearing about the Zigvolt's story interested you a lot, and you were happy to see Sebek start talking better about his own father. But you couldn't come up with a better explanation of why you were listening to all that;

Since it passed a lot of time and Sebek thought he had tried everything, his patience began to falter — Silver wasn’t surprised by this. But everybody got surprised when Sebek took you by the shoulders in the middle of the hall and began to shake you, shouting: “With a thousand of spindles, nigen, I love you! I love everything about you! What part of it did you not understand, stupid?!”

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Are You Serious?

Dream x highly oblivious streamer reader who doesn't understand any of his flirts. S/N-Streamer name

"Alright, come on S/N. Let's leave these muffins, it's not safe here." Badboyhalo proceeded to walk over to Y/N and stared in the game. In real life, Y/N's head tilted similarly to a puppy's as they hummed in confusion. "Wait, but wouldn't we want to stay near muffins because they're delicious?" Dream walks over to Y/N and gets close to them. "Well, if you'd like a taste, you're definitely welcome to try." They let out another confused hum. "Taste what? A muffin? But I don't have any with me. That's just a mean tease, Dream." At this statement, Sapnap and George let out shared laughter while Dream chuckled to himself. "No no S/N that's not what I meant-" "Then what did you mean Dream, huh?" Sapnap was now teasing his masked friend, creating more irritation in said friend. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Sapnap. Don't worry about it S/N. I was just making a joke." This caused the streamer to sigh slightly. "I'm sorry for ruining the joke, man." George then spoke up with a sly tone as he walked up to the group after he joined the server. "Hey S/N, what do you do to muffins?" "Uhhh eat them?" The other three knew where George was going with this, but couldn't help their intrigue and curiosity. "Yeah, exactly. Dream was telling you to treat him like a muffin." "Dude why would I eat Dream? That's pretty weird man." The group sighed and facepalmed at the obliviousness of Y/N. "Oh come on, you've gotta be kidding us, right?" "Sapnap, I'm being serious. Eating someone else is pretty weird, you have to admit that." Dream decided to step in again, thankful the group was just playing for fun and not streaming. "Okay, like I said, it's fine. It was just a joke and had no harm to it." Badboyhalo took this moment to talk and surprised everyone with his tone and next words. "S/N. Listen to me. They're making inappropriate jokes and that's why you don't get it." They scoffed and huffed at Badboyhalo's statement, hitting his character in the game. "I can understand jokes! Even those of the sexual manner!" This left everyone in the call stunned and silent until Dream broke the tension. "We never said it was a sexual joke though, S/N." A smirk rose to Dream's face as Y/N's face broke a little, surprise scattered on their features. "How would you know it was sexual just from the context of being inappropriate?" He grew closer to his mic, his voice low and sly. "Unless you knew from the beginning?" Sapnap chuckled darkly and moved his character closer to Y/N's as he spoke. "Wanna talk about that S/N?" "Yeah, wanna share your thoughts S/N?" George had joined in the teasing before Y/N groaned in the call. "Come on guys, it's not hard to put two and two together. What other kind of inappropriate jokes would there be other than sexual?" They were immediately met with answers. "Offensive jokes." "Jokes that aren't suitable for work." "George, that's basically a sexual joke." "What?! No it's not!" "Yeah it is! And that's a double negative, so get wrecked." While Sapnap and George continued their banter, Dream received a private message from Y/N. 'I'd love a taste ;)' He smirked and looked up at the group of friends in the game before huffing out a laugh. The others assumed it was just in humor of the boy's arguing, but Y/N smirked to themselves at Dream's response. 'Then come get it, cupcake.'