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yuiiasa · 2 years ago

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STAWPPPO I LOVE THIS OMG

BOUT TO DRAW HIM RN WITH MY GOOFY GIIGGLING ASS

♯ yandere! rockstar x manager! reader ♪

— feroze gives up playing nice and finally gets what he really wants.

cw: possessive themes, blood and violence (kinda detailed, but not to reader) & implied noncon nsfw.

notes: this is so late. blame my depression LOL. was listening to greetings from califournia whilst writing!

everyone who was anyone was scheduled to attend tonight's party.

although, it was quite evident when the red carpet was rolled out and the limousines and sports cars parked, who the paparazzi were really here for.

because despite his undisguised disdain for the flashing cameras and curious reporters that surrounded him — from the moment he stepped out of his sleek black car (la voiture noir, one of the only two in existence) everyone’s eyes were on feroze khan.

and for good reason, you mused, as he turned around to help you out of the low car. tonight, you had made sure the stylist did her best, even offered her a raise. and god, when you looked at him, you realised that every second paid off.

red henna adorned his knuckles, decorating the golden rings he wore against traditional designs of gorgeous flowers and spirals that trailed up the muscles of his arms. his suit was a dark green velvet which contrasted his brown skin perfectly.

his crimson hair was done half up-half down, some stray waves falling across his thick eyebrows and dark eyes, lined with kajal. his silver nose piercing had been replaced by a larger, gold ring, its dainty chain extended from his nose ring to the upper lobes of his left ear.

he looks unfairly good - and every bit the man whose posters are hung up on every teenager’s walls and whose pictures take up half of the storage of your phone.

you're broken out of your reverie by a low chuckle, “it’s rude to stare, meri jaan.” feroze says, as he extends his hand out towards you.

a frown, “i wasn’t staring.” you try not to focus on how sweetly the words fall from his lips, my love — and take his hand as he helps you out the car,

“of course you weren’t.” followed by a knowing smile as his warm fingers are curl around yours, pulling you to his side, like you’ve never belonged more anywhere else.

the paparazzi are on you instantly, and the moment you take a step onto the red carpet that leads to the expensive venue before you, their attention is divided amongst the two of you, instead of being pinned on the rockstar entirely.

you can tell by the way the man besides you reaches his other arm around your shoulders, almost possessively, that he knows this too.

you lean in closer, lower your voice so only he can hear you. “remember to be good tonight, rosy. everyone’s going to be watching you really carefully after that stunt you pulled at the interview.”

“stay next to me, then.” is all the rockstar replies, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. "it's the least you can do for dragging me to this stupid party."

he leans closer to you, lips against your helix and hand over it, as if he were telling you a secret. "though, you could always repay the favour in other ways."

you swat feroze’s hand away, and hope he can’t feel the warm flush on your skin, but you know it’s wishful thinking with the low laugh he lets out as he leads you through the grand double doors, wide open and inviting, as the two of you step in together, albeit a few hours late.

inside, the party is in full swing. a large chandelier overlooks gossiping guests with fur coats and expensive jewels draped over their polished skin. laughter and music waft through the large hall, and champagne flutes adorn everyone’s hands.

there’s something carefully careless about the air in the hall, but feroze’s presence besides you is a constant comfort as you lead him through the crowd and to the bar.

he raises an eyebrow, but follows you faithfully, fingers interlaced with yours and enjoying every moment of it, “we just arrived, and you want to share a drink with me already?”

“don’t get ahead of yourself, khan.” you roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the sound of quiet laughter against your knuckles. “besides, we both know you’d be begging for attention and clinging to me in two drinks, anyways.” you tease, “lightweight.”

“i don’t need to beg for your attention.” he says, trying his best not to reach out and just pull you closer. “and don’t forget how most of the time it’s you doing the begging, meri jaan.”

“feroze!” you hiss, turning your back to him so he doesn’t see the smile you’re trying your hardest to keep hidden, lest it only encourage him. “can you not say things like that so carelessly in public?”

“is someone getting all shy?” the man teases, a lazy smile on his lips as he pokes your cheek from behind. “hmm. cute, but i prefer when you’re being all bratty and demanding.”

“first off, i’m not bratty, you’re just annoying.” you untangle your fingers from his with a frown, even though your heart feels undeniably full. “and secondly, has anyone ever told you you talk way too much?”

he hums absently., as if giving actual thought to the matter before responding, “no, actually. for some reason, i only ever hear that from you.”

curious stares follow the two of you, the worlds most prominent musician and his grumpy manager — but it isn’t enough for him, no. it isn’t anywhere near enough. he needs everyone to see that he’s yours, and you’re his.

and maybe they would have, if you hadn’t insisted on covering up the hickeys he’d left all over your neck, for the sake of being presentable and professional.

absently, he watches you speak to the bartender, hates the way the bartender passes you a friendly smile and hates it even more when you smile back. but he's willing to forget that the moment you turn back to him, looking so beautiful, always so fucking gorgeous.

“you look wonderful today, so put together.” he says, words tinged with a teasing tone, accompanied by a lighthearted smile. “i can barely believe you’re the same person i made such a mess of just last night.”

“one more word,” you take two flutes from the bartender, and fix him with the deadliest glare you can muster. “and i’m leaving you here all alone, khan.”

“no more rosy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head and feroze can’t help but think about how beautiful you are, even when you’re annoyed with him. even when he refuses to listen to you, despite your role as his manager.

“only when you behave.” you respond, setting your flute down to beckon him closer. “now stay still, and let me fix your hair.”

he hates your role as his manager most in moments like these, when you gently brush stray strands of his dark red waves from his face, and he watches the way you run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if the curl will hold, with a certain fondness he reserves for you only.

in moments where he wants nothing more than to kiss you until he can't breathe and and your mellifluous voice can’t say anything except his name. he needs to show you, time and time again, what exactly you mean to him. but, as you never fail to remind him, professionalism.

“one more thing, feroze—” you're about to say something, presumably to remind him again, to be on his best behaviour, or to stop staring at his lips so intently.

either way, he doesn't get to find out, because just as you hand him a champagne flute, you’re cut off by a tap on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice, and a fake smile.

“hello, khan.” a smooth voice greets, “haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you at once of these for a while.”

at the sound of his name, feroze turns, doesn't bother to smile when he greets the man behind him. you notice the musician recognises him instantly, albeit his complete disinterest he outwardly expresses in indulging in any conversation.

"vuong, always such a joy to meet you." the rockstar drawls, in a voice which indicates the exact opposite.

it’s only when the star says his name do you realise who this is, and can’t help but wonder how your troublemaking musician seems to be so well acquainted with the ceo of the most reputable celebrity management company in this country.

"you doing good, khan?” michael asks. he looks the epitome of this party’s high class audience. “heard you topped the charts seventh time in a row, hm?” a charming man donned in an expensive suit and diamond earrings, silky hair slicked back, and a pretty smile that doesn’t entirely reach his dull eyes.

“whilst it’s sweet of you to ask about my career, michael, how about we skip the formalities and you tell me what you’re really here for?” feroze says plainly, and you notice that michael’s eyes wander from the musician and over to you.

“very well,” michael’s rolex glints under the chandelier’s lights as he vaguely gestures to you, “i’ve been meaning to hire a competent, experienced, and resilient assistant for one of my more difficult clients.” he begins, in a polite accent you can’t quite place. “my brother, actually.”

“so your little brother needs a babysitter and you want my manager for the job?”

“when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” michael sighs wearily, no longer pretending to keep up the friendly facade he had donned only a moment prior. “but i assure you that your manager would be in capable hands, and compensated very handsomely for their efforts. i know how much of a headache valentine can be.”

feroze is about to say something, but michael holds up a pale hand to keep him quiet, and you instantly hate him for it. “i saw your disastrous interview, before your manager worked so relentlessly to have it removed from the internet.” you blink, caught off guard by his words. “their skills would be better suited working for someone like me.”

feroze raises an eyebrow. “is that so? well, i’m sorry, really.” his tone is shamelessly unapologetic when he speaks, “but they’re going to have to say no. my manager has no interest working for someone like you; besides, valentine’s a big boy, i’m sure he can take care of himself.”

but feroze’s words are entirely ignored. instead, the ceo turns to you, “surely you don’t let him speak for you?” michael asks, and his lips curl into a strange smile — “i’ll pay you double, and you’ll have half the workload you do now. my brother is much more low maintenance compared to your darling rockstar, over here.”

you cross your arms, meet michael’s narrowed eyes with your own and tilt your head to the side. “i’m sorry, did you not hear rosy?” you ask, “i have absolutely no interest working with somebody like you. besides, i’m perfectly happy with my current job, and with my, what did you call him? oh — darling rockstar.”

it’s this moment where feroze is eternally grateful for his brown skin, which completely hides the furious blush that warms his entire body.

“rosy?” michael echoes, curiously.

you ignore his question and take a sip of sparkling golden champagne, leaning over to feroze, “you take care of this entitled piece of shit, and i’m gonna go find us a place to sit.” you whisper, before turning away without so much as a backwards glance at the ceo.

“well, that’s settled. i think you should leave, vuong.” feroze says, watches the bubbles in his champagne as he gently tips the glass back and forth. “i’d say it’s obvious you’re not going to find your brother’s babysitter here, yes?”

michael watches you leave, before turning back to the rockstar with a knowing look in his dark brown eyes. “how unprofessional.” he remarks, “sleeping with your manager, khan?”

“excuse me?” feroze looks up at the ceo through dark lashes. “i don’t think that has anything to do with you, vuong.” he attempts nonchalance, but michael doesn’t miss the way feroze’s grip on his flute tightens, and instantly he knows he’s right.

“doesn’t it?” michael asks, “isn’t that the only reason they’re still working for you? because you make them feel good?” the ceo lowers his voice, the words that leave his lips a stark contrast from the amiable smile painted on his lips. “you think they’d take me up on my offer if i could make them feel even better? i bet i could fuck your little manager even better than you, khan. come into that big mouth and destroy that attitude of th—fuck!”

unfortunately for him, michael doesn’t get to finish speaking. probably due to the fact that feroze smashes his champagne flute against michael’s head. the sight is sickening, as the glass shatters into hundreds of small fragments, littering michael’s skin with violent cuts that pierce his pale skin.

screams erupt in the fancy venue, echoing off the intricately carved walls as feroze roughly pushes michael down onto the polished floors before he kneels down himself, straddling the ceo with absolute indifference on his face as he curls his hand into a tight fist before slamming it into michael’s face, with all of the force he can muster.

once, twice, thrice. he loses count, can’t think of anything but the ceo’s taunting words, the way that fucking bastard had the nerve to speak about you — if feroze has his way, michael won’t be speaking ever again.

the man’s hair is wet from the champagne, sticky from the blood, not unlike the rest of his body. his sloped nose is crooked, sticking out unnaturally. his teeth are painted red, and his eyes are puffy and bruised, something ugly lurking beneath his skin.

but feroze is not done yet. no, this isn’t anywhere near enough.

michael coughs heavily, and it turns into something more painful which causes blood to spurt from his lips, to paint the rockstar’s knuckles in red, leave them absolutely wet, he pulls his hands away and michael laughs, a strangled sound which is painful to listen to, “well done, khan.” he wheezes, “you j-just ruined your… yourself.”

he has the decency to finally shut up when feroze picks up the largest shard of glass he can find, uncaring that holding it leaves a large gash in his palms, as he lines it up against michael’s adams apple.

feroze smiles, but there is something dangerous behind it as he takes in the mess he’s made. “i’m going to kill you, vuong.”

“y-you can’t kill me! we-were at a… in public! you’ll g-go to jail, you…! y-your manager won’t—” the ceo’s eyes widen as he trips over his words, stuttering profusely when he realises that the man above him is not done yet.

but the musician merely tunes him out, presses the sharp shard down and draws a droplet of crimson blood which he watches, with satisfaction, as it seeps down his pale throat — before someone forcibly pulls his arms behind his back.

it is only then that feroze notices men and women much bigger than him and dressed in all black, tasers by their sides. he closes his eyes as they harshly pull him off the shaking ceo and disarm him, someone’s knees brutally pressing against his back as they shove his head and body down and wait for the police to arrive.

it is only when feroze opens his dark eyes does he see you standing across the hall, unmoving — even as people ruthlessly push past you to the exits, in a desperate attempt to get out, you stay very, very, still.

feroze does not feel remorse.

that much is evident from the splatters of dark blood which stain his brown skin, and the low laugh that spills past his lips and echoes off the walls.

"you assaulted the ceo of one of the most influential companies in this industry, khan."

you ignore the hundreds of demanding emails and texts and phone calls that flood in every few seconds.

you turn your phone off, and it takes everything within you not to hurl it at the man who stands before you, entirely silent in your presence for the first time.

"he deserved it." feroze says nonchalantly, and you try to ignore the fresh scar on his palm.

“i just don’t understand, i was never going to accept his job offer, anyways. and we handled it so well! we got him to back off, and i was so proud you didn’t do anything stupid and excited to spend the rest of the night with you — and then you… you fucked it all up.”

“what i did,” feroze says, “was for your sake.”

"okay," you say. disappointed, but not surprised at his response, and evident apathy towards the ceo, who you heard was in a medically induced coma. if anything, his answer should make this easier, but the words are still every bit as difficult to say as you'd thought they would be.

"then… this is also for my sake: i quit."

for a moment, silence fills your office, and a certain weight shifts the air, renders it much heavier than it was only seconds ago.

“what,” feroze demands, in a voice he's never used with you before. his jaw is tense, arms taut, and you realise, as your heart sinks — coiled with restraint. when feroze speaks, his voice is low, and trepidation looms over you at the tone of his words and the way he narrows his dark eyes. “did you just say?”

"i said, i quit. i don't want to work with you anymore, and i called you here to tell you that your career is done for." you repeat, trying to ignore the wry laugh that slips past his lips, until it becomes disbelieving laughter so loud that it fills the room and suffocates you and he's doubled over.

"i'm not going to be your manager, anymore." you tell him, watch as he looks up at you through curled lashes, wiping a tear from his eye, the kajal smudging his skin. “i feel like i don’t even know you anymore, after what you did to vuong.”

"meri jaan," feroze smiles, and it's all mocking. "surely, you don't think i'm just going to let you leave, after everything we've been through?" it's the type of smile you've seen him use at events he doesn't care to attend, deems insignificant and dismisses.

he doesn't care about his career, you might believe he has nothing going for him anymore, but if there's one thing he loves about this lifestyle — it's that he's untouchable.

that’s how the police allowed to him to leave, off the hook even after almost murdering a man.

sure, he'll be the cause of outrage for a while, and michael will definitely press charges when he comes to — but all feroze has to do is pay off some journalist looking for their next big story to write an article about michael’s affinity for messing around with underaged boys — and then the tables will turn, like they always do.

it's a matter of waiting he thinks, and finally getting what he really wants.

you stand up, storm towards the door which leads out of your office, absolutely done with this conversation and ready to leave — but feroze is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and unmoving.

unfortunately, he had overestimated himself, as it seems that even his patience towards you has a limit.

“you said you loved me, but you lied, because if you loved me, you wouldn’t act like this.” you tell him, your momentary confusion giving way to absolute anger, when he refuses to move out of your way. “let me leave, khan. i'm done, and i won't work with someone so violent.”

“let you leave?” he raises an eyebrow. feroze’s stygian eyes grow impossibly darker when he lets his gaze wander, lingering on the places you know he loves most.

“didn’t i tell you, from the beginning, that this was something more than love? i said you were my majbuuri, called it ishq — i've never lied to you, so believe me when i say,” he tilts his head to the side. “you don’t get to leave.”

“like hell i don’t,” you scoff, you glare at him with all the authority you can muster, which is none, considering you’re not actually his manager anymore. “move,” you demand. and when he doesn’t, you use all of your energy to shove him to the side and turn the handle.

it doesn’t open — why won’t it open?

you try again.

and again.

the door is locked, you realise, and your heart sinks when you hear that laughter again, turn to meet eyes lined in smudged kajal and hands, adorned with golden rings you yourself had picked out only hours prior, now gently holding your face.

you can feel all of his cold rings against your jaw, feel his pulse thundering from beneath his wrists even though his expression is carved with careful consideration and a soft smile, real emotions betrayed by his hungry, black gaze — trained solely on you.

“feroze,” you try one more time, to see past the manic glint in his eyes, his racing heartbeat, and ignore his words. you trusted him, you loved him, despite the headache he could be, you knew it was wrong and hypocritical but you had loved him. and that was the worst part about this. “please don't ruin this more than you already have."

but your words fall on deaf ears, and feroze is indifferent to the tears of hopelessness that well up in your wide eyes. “you don't get to leave, meri jaan. i love you too much for that, i love you entirely and i love you desperately, but most of all,” he says the words softly, and they sound like your favourite song, played too many times by a broken record. "i love you selfishly."

"you don't know how patient i have been when it comes to you, because of your fucking professionalism. you don't know how much i need you, how it only gets worse every time you're all bossy. so fucking gorgeous even when you’re mad at me, telling me off.”

“you thought i was trouble then?" feroze asks in a voice impossibly quiet as he lowers his lips to your jaw, "that was me on my best behaviour."

"i've had enough of biding my time and pretending to give a fuck about anything that isn't you," the star says with such finality to his low words, that you're compelled to believe him. "to hell with being patient and playing nice, because now i've got you all to myself, and fuck, you aren't going anywhere, meri jaan."

who cares if good things come to those who wait?

at that, he laughs, one hand curling around your waist to hold you in place as the other slips under the fabric of your clothes, fingers skimming your bare skin, "it's not like you'd really be able to," feroze hums, pressing kisses over the hickeys which already decorate your neck, "by the time i'm done with you.”

better things come to those willing to take them.

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solar4seekstron · 1 month ago

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I. Don’t. Care.

TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Possessive!Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Toxic!Ratchet Onshot

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 18+

TW/Tags: Toxic relationship, mention of Abuse, Shower scene, a few make out sessions, nonconsensual touching and action, Drift being a switch, Ratchet is pretty quiet and one note in this but he’ll do more near the end. He’s just the quiet type. Bit of manhandling, viewer discretion is advise, abuse, This is basically a dark fic so Ratchet and Drift act like their darkselves, Happy ending.

Notes: Reader is the same height as Drift and Ratchet. Shown a few times in the fic when two bots touch forhelms it means trust and respect. Can be for both romantic and platonic relationships. Drift is in his 2nd form for the lost light

You were a former Autobot Guard. You worked alongside Rodimus and Ultra Magnus in the Lost Light ship.

You once worked alongside Red Alert as well before his passing.

You were also the Conjunx of Drift and Ratchet. You three became a poly relationship after the two got together sometime after joining the Lost Light.

You’ve had a crush on them both for a good while.

But never made an effort to confess. Seen as only a good friend before. That was until one day when Ratchet and Drift appeared in front of your berth room.

Drift having a large grin on his dermas while Ratchet only had a smile when you greeted them. That was the night the two confessed and asked for your cervo to be their Conjunx. Taking you by surprise.

Honestly, you just thought the two were just straight-up gay. But guess they have a thing for neutral bots as well.

Since then they made sure to bond with you that very night. They were so gentle and sweet the entire time. Like as if you three have been together long before.

But you couldn’t help but have this feeling of dread. Like as if there was something else just sitting there the entire time.

Days went by since then. Things remained mostly the same and your spot alongside Ultra Magnus Rodimus. You took notice of the two though.

The way how Drift and Ratchet always seemed annoyed and upset whenever you had to go to work in the morning.

Sometimes the two even tried to take turns with getting you to take the day off and just spend time in the room. Either it be both or one of them.

Today was no different. Get yourself polished and ready for your day before making it for Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, and Springer's meeting.

You looked in the mirror of your shared berth room with the two.

Drift has already left to meet up with Cyclonus for sword training while Ratchet didn’t start his shift for another hour. You smiled as you checked out your frame before turning around to look at Ratchet.

His arms were crossed and a frown was plastered on his dermas like always.

You made your way closer to him before leaning down to gently hold his cheeks. You then spoke as he just stared at you. “I’ll be home before dinner. We can order your favorite dish at the bar you like on the ship.”

Your dermas soon touch his. The kiss sweet but his remained a little. Colder and Still. He’s returned it though. His cervos moved to hold the side of your waist while he held a firm grip.

The kiss lasted for a little while longer. When you chose to pull away, you were stopped when he kept his firm grip on your waist.

You kept trying to pull yourself free but instead, he wouldn’t budge.

You tried to brush it off with a chuckle. Your dermas only a couple of inches from his while his frown remained. He would keep staring at you.

“Ratchet I’ll be back before you know. And besides you know you’re allowed to visit.”

He continued to just stare at you. Before reluctantly letting you go. “I’ll see you later then. Then at home.”

Your smile remained once you gave him a small peck on the dermas once more. You then stood fully straight. Then make your way to the door before turning your helm and waving bye. Ratchet doing the same while remaining on his spot.

The door shut behind you. You let out a small. Breath that you’re sure he wouldn’t hear. “Phew. He’s getting worse every day.”

You started to walk to Rodimus and the others. Clocking in and greeting the others as you pass by. Rodimus was already waiting for you inside as he was holding a data pad and was speaking to Rodimus.

He would turn to you once Ultra Magnus walked away to speak to Springer.

Rodimus with his usual grin soon greeted you. “Hey! There’s my favorite bodyguard!”

You chuckled as you walked closer to stand by him. “How are the Mrs? Still cranky about you coming to work instead of staying home?”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you responded. “He tried his best again this morning to keep me from coming in. He was more upset than he usually was before.”

Rodimus let out a chuckle. You both make your way to the meeting room.

”I don't understand those two. Drift is a part of my team and yet he gets upset when you come in two.

Honestly, he’s the same guy who asked for today off so he can spend the day having a date with Ratchet. At least I think that’s why.”

You were a bit confused and spoke.

“Strange, Ratchet never said anything about having a date with Drift today. More like just angry that I was leaving than a night with Drift. Or something.”

You and Rodimus looked at each other then shrugged. Once in the room, Rodimus took his seat. You stood next to him with cervos behind your back.

Another guard on the other side of Rodimus as the meeting soon starts.

But the meeting is instructed when the doors to the room open. The door faced toward Rodimus. Who now sat there confused when he saw Drift being the one to open the door. You looked confused as well.

Both you and Rodimus exchange looks before looking back at Drift.

Who made his way over as he spoke. His voice was stern. Something both you and Rodimus weren’t used to hearing.

Drift then asked for the guard on the other side of Rodimus's chair to move so that he may take the spot. The guard looking at Rodimus for permission.

Rodimus gave an unsure nod. The guard walks out of the room. Drift taking the guard's spot.

You stood there while the meeting commenced. During it, you noticed that at the corner of your optic. Drift was glancing at you. You’d then feel a pull in your spark. It’s Drifts.

The meeting lasted for a good while.

You and Drifts spark pulling at each other. He wanted you to look at him while you just wanted him to cut it out. After a couple of hours. The meeting was finally over.

You and Drift waited for Rodimus to stand. Both walked behind him as you made it out of the room. It wasn’t until Rodimus made it to his office.

With both you and Drift in. The door closed is when he finally spoke.

“Drift, what was that? You said you were taking the day off?”

Drift then spoke. “Apologies. I just had a change of Spark.”

You glanced at Rodimus who did the same to you. Then you both looked at him. You finally speaking.

”Drift that was a very important meeting. You can’t come and go as you please-“

”What makes you think you can speak to me like that? Ratchet said you thought about taking the day off. You’re never home and we barely see you.”

”Drift me and you have the same job. And Ratchet is a medic for the ship. Checking patience and most times he isn’t even off the clock since he’s the best on this ship.

I chose to come in because I owe Rodimus to keep working for him. And we’re old friends. You think he doesn’t miss me too?”

You bit back. Driftonly glared at you while Rodimus stood there quietly for a moment.

Rodimus then walked over to Drift and spoke to him.

“Buddy listen. I get it they’re your Conjunx but they have a job just like you. Why don’t you go back to your shared berth room and I’ll let them out early today, alright?”

Drift just stared at him before looking at you. You just stared back at him when he finally responded. “Fine..”

He walked over to you. Place a gentle cervo on your hip and place a soft kiss on the side of your helm. He then gently whispered “I’m sorry, sweetspark. I’ll see you at home.”

From there he walked away. Leaving you and Rodimus alone. You let out a soft sigh before turning toward Rodimus. Who was currently leaning against his desk.

He seemed like he had something on his mind. You then made your way over to him and bow your helm. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure why he did that.”

Rodimus remained still with his arms crossed. He just looked at you as you spoke. After you finish. He then spoke.

”Is everything alright back in the room? I never even Drift acted like this before. And I hope Ratchet isn’t treating to in such a way either. I’ve noticed they’ve been a bit more controlling when it comes to you.”

You just let out a sigh before you spoke with your voice softer and almost tired.

”They’ve been acting like this for a while. I’m not sure why it started but, every day becomes a bigger challenge more and more when all they do is argue with me.”

Rodimus's optics widen a bit before asking once more. “Would it be inappropriate if I ask…….?” You then responded.

“No, they haven’t been able to interface with me because they only end up ruining the moment by trying to make me quiet.

”Quite? That doesn’t sound like them. So they want you to be something like a housewife?” You let out a chuckle. “Yes. That….” You remained silent. You then looked at Rodimus with a more softer expression.

“We’re good friends, right? I can tell you anything?”

Rodimus's smile on his dermas grew a bit wider as he looked at you. “Well if you’re kind enough to listen to my troubles. I hope you can come to me to listen to your troubles.”

He said warmly. Your smile growing a bit. And so you continued.

“Honestly, it’s getting more and more hard to live with them. At times Ratchet seems to try to hold back from hitting me. And Drift is so controlling of what I do and eat. So when we’re in our berth room it’s hard to enjoy their affections.”

You sighed and rested your cervo against the desk. Rodimus stands fully straight from leaning against his desk.

His cervo was placed on your shoulder as he spoke.

”Y/N…Are you in danger?” You looked at him before speaking.

“I don’t believe so. But I….” You remained silent for a moment. “I’m…starting to fall out of love with the two. I. I don’t remember when it started. But I just can’t when I’m around them. I- I want to leave. It’s so miserable there.”

You teared up a little. Feeling yourself sad and shaking a little. Rodimus noticed, taking a step closer and giving you a gentle hug. His helm leaned down next to yours.

You soon return the hug. Crying softly into his shoulder. A few minutes went by until you both pulled away a little.

He then pressed his forhelm against yours. You both stared at each other before he spoke. “Whenever you’re ready or need anyone. My help. I’m just a comm call away. Alright?:”

You continued to smile. Giving him a nod. “Go ahead and continue your shift. I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to leave.”

You thanked him. Bowing your helm once more before making your way out of the room. The day carried on from there. But your spark still felt that pull. This time both Ratchet and Drift.

Unsure of what to say or do once you return.

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Before you knew it, your shift was over. Rodimus had let you out earlier. Wishing you a good day. It was just past 2.

You made your way over to your shared berth room. Your spark lets the two know you’re getting closer. As you opened the door, you had forced a smile on your dermas.

Ratchet and Drift were currently making out on the berth. Ratchet sitting on the berth while Drift was on his lap.

Basically in each other's arms. Their kisses filled the room. You ignored them. Locking the door behind yourself and making your way to the counter and washroom.

Putting your sword down. You then closed the door behind you. Getting in the shower to clear your mind. It always helps.

So, as you got started with in-between your frame, you started to think about Rodimus. Not letting it get through your spark so the others won’t know.

On the other side of the door, Ratchet and Drift finally pulled away from their heated kiss.

Drift held the side of Ratchet's helm while he smiled with almost a grin.

Ratchet looking more tired than happy. With a small smile though on his dermas.

The two then turned their helms toward the door for the shower. Then look back at each other. Drift places another passionate kiss. Whispering against the kiss as he stared down at him.

”Let me talk them them. And you go get reservations ready mm?”

Ratchet just nodded while his cervos gave Drift's waist a nice squeeze after gently rubbing them while kissing.

Drift then made his way off him. Standing up and walking over to the shower room.

You don’t hear him as you continue to think. There was a shower curtain between while your mind wandered. Still feeling the touch of Rodimus when he hugged you along with the other times you both were affectionate.

Before and after creating a relationship with Drift and Ratchet.

You continue as you rest your cervos against the wall along with your forhelm.

Optics closed. Even thinking about the good times you had with Drift and Ratchet before their actions and responses started to act differently.

You continued until you felt two arms wrap around you from behind.

You remained still and turned your helm towards the side to look at him. His helm was next to yours. Along with the front of his frame against the back of yours.

Your helm then resumed facing the wall while he spoke.

”I’m sorry for my behavior this morning sweetspark. I never meant to embarrass you.”

His cervo then gently held your chin making you turn your helm towards him like before. His smile is still there. “Won’t you face me sweet spark?”

You hold back a sigh. Slowly turning around as the shower oil falls behind him.

You then leaned your back against the wall. His cervos remain around your waist, keeping you close. His forhelm against yours while he kept smiling.

Your arms go around his arms and cervos holding the back of his shoulders. You both stare at each other before he starts another kiss.

This one is heated and passionate. His first kiss to you on the dermas of the day.

You hesitated, not really in the mood. But you know he’ll get mad at you if you don’t respond. And so, you returned the kiss. Trying to give the same passion in return to him. This continued for several minutes.

He soon forced his glossa past your dermas. The shower sounds out his moans and his cervos gripping the sides of your waist and back. Before moving to your aft.

He pressed you harder against the wall, his panel against yours. Trying to get some more action out of you. His cervos movin to under your things. Making them wrap around his waist once he picked you up.

Your back frame is still pressed against the wall. Your cervos moving to hold the side of his helm.

You know what he wants.

But while he continued you both then feel a very strong pull through both sparks from Ratchet. Drift pulled away a little and let out a chuckle. He then looks back at you.

”Someone’s getting jealous. I suppose he should get back to Mr. grumpy pants.”

Your fake smile is still there as you give him a nod. He gives another long and lustful kiss this time. Holding each other close until you both felt it was time to get out.

You both then walked out. His cervo holding yours after cleaning up.

Ratchet was ready for your date tonight. The three of you make your way to your favorite place to eat on the ship.

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You stayed quiet the entire time. The three of you sitting at a round and circled booth as you waited for your energon. Being between the two as they chatted.

Their cervos holding each other on the table.

Drifts other cervo holding yours under the table while Ratchet's own remained on the table. The two speak about possibly having a sparkling. And who will carry them.

You just started to zone out. Their weirds became white noise for you as you looked down. You could only let out a sigh before looking at Ratchet.

He was staring at you y the side of his optics while Drift continued. From there, ratchet finally spoke once more once Drift was finished.

“Maybe Y/N should be the carrier. They have the best frame to grow a sparkling and to have carry.” You just stared at him with wide optics.

Drift then let out a sad grown and spoke.

”Why not me?” Ratchet responded with a bit of an annoyed tone.

“Because if you didn’t get rid of those thighs then you would’ve been picked first to carry our sparkling. And besides my body isn’t that well functioned to create a sparkling in my spark chamber.”

Drift just grumbled while you looked back and forth at them. The two looking at you with a small mile. Drift's smile only grew wider than when he spoke.

“What do you say, my love?”

He brought your cervo up, still holding it. Bringing your cervo to his dermas. Speaking once more. “Would you like that, my dear? Be the carrier for both of your Conjunx? That will make us very happy.” He kissed the back of it. You just kept staring at him with optics that showed almost worry. Something Ratchet noticed.

”Sweetspark? Do you not like that idea?” Ratchet asked. Scooting a bit closer to you before speaking. You stumbled with your words.

You looked across the table. Looking at the exit the two stared at you.

You finally spoke. Your only way out. “I need to freshen up. I wasn’t able to fully before we left.” The two just stared at you for a moment.

Glancing at each other. Ratchet looked back at you. Reluctantly he scoots down the seat to give you a path. You got out and as you stood Ratchet grabbed your wrist and whispered.

“Don’t take too long. Our Energon will be ready.” You just gave him a nod.

He finally letting your cervo go.

You made your way to a room next door. A place for bots to freshen out and polish a bit. Like for dates and such. Once in you just stared in the mirror.

Rodimus words flowing in your mind. You take in a deep breath and walk out. Making your way towards the two. Both seem like they’re in deep conversation. That’s until they noticed you.

You decided to sit next to Drift where he’s in the middle. Before he can get out to let you get in the booth. He let out a soft chuckle before scooting closer to you and placing his cervo on your lower back.

Whispering into your audio sensors with a smile.

”Sweetspark, you’re always in the middle.” You glanced at him and spoke. All the while ratchet just watched. You responded.

”I just wish to sit here, sweetspark. Is that alright?” You forced another smile.

Drift just stared at you. His optics show he wishes to do and say something. But he’s holding back. The energon soon comes and is placed in front of you three. Drift takes the spot in the middle.

The dinner continued while you all ate in silence. From there young mind wondered.

Until you finally gained your courage. “Um. Ratchet. Drift. I’ve been thinking and I think now is a good time to…speak.”

The two just glanced at you before looking back at their food and seemed to not pay much mind. You continued. Your voice is soft and steady as you plan out your words as carefully as you can.

“Drift. Ratchet. I’ve loved all these years and times together but……I” Ratchet soon interrupted you.

”Come now Y/N. You’d be a great carrier for both our sparklings. And of course, Drift will carry my sparkling. You carry both of ours. The perfect balance. If you’re still unsure then we can talk about it back in the berth room.”

Drift nodded in agreement.

You just looked down at your food. Tired and unsure. And so, the dinner continued.

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After dinner. The three of you made your way to your shared berth room. Ratchet gripping you cervo while you just looked down.

Unsure while walking, your spark grows more and more nervous each moment.

Once upon return, Ratchet let both you and Drift step in first. Once the door closes behind him. His arms wrapped around your waist. Pressing a soft kiss on top of your shoulder.

Letting his helm remain next to yours as he looked down. His optics glance at you with a stare.

”You’re not trying to make us sad now, are you? Make us miserable or lonely. You love us don’t you?”

His voice was deep for a moment. He just stared at you a moment longer. You struggled to find your voice. Drift coming up to you.

His cervos holding the side of your helm and he leaned his own closer to yours.

”You love us. Don’t you sweetspark?”

You are trapped. And there’s no escape right now. So, swallow your fear. You finally opened your intake. Giving them a satisfied response.

“I do. I do love you both.” You remained silent. Drift and Ratchet continue to stare down at you. You then spoke once more.

“I just. You both have changed. Not as cheerful or calming as you both once were.” One of Drift's cervos on the side of your helm moved to hold your neck. Giving it a gentle squeeze.

This made you hold your glossa. He optics piercing. Ratchet is the one to speak next.

“Maybe if you didn’t think about other mechs and always leaving to work to be with him! Then we wouldn’t be so damn cruel.” Ratchet's arms gripped you tightly. You stumbled with your words.

“I-I don’t mean to. It’s just-“

”Just. What?” Ratchet spoke. Drift finally let his cervos off you. Walking over to the large berth and sitting down. Ratchet then turned you around by the shoulders, gripping your arms tightly.

Then keeping you close while his voice remained deep and stern.

”After we have our sparklings. You’ll realize, your place is with us. So get that damn bot out of your mind and thoughts. You took an oath to be faithful. So be it. You going to stop acting up?”

His helm is close to yours now. Right in your face.

You just stand there staring at him. What else can you even say? “Y-yes Ratchet. I’m sorry”

He remained silent for a moment. Drift has gotten into the birth. Energon cups ready for the both of you with his usual smile. Ratchet cervos moves to hold your hips and press his forhelm against yours. Pressing forward, forcing your forhelms to touch.

His spark giving you a lot of pressure. Ratchet gave you a small smile when you submitted. Releasing a deep chuckle.

“There’s my Sweeetspark. Why don’t we lay together…and think of sparkling names. Hm? Doesn’t that sound nice?” You just gave a nod.

His dermas connect with yours with soft passion.

Drift watching with glee as Ratchet tries to start a make-out session. You thought being the first to pull away.

”Let’s uh..lay down yeah?” Ratchet let out a deep chuckle. He guiding you to the berth with him. You of course being put in the middle. You decided to sit up.

Drinking your energon while Drift placed soft kisses on your shoulder.

Ratchet drinking his then lying down. Drift whispering into your audio sensors but loud enough for Ratchet to also hear.

”Well since we figured all that out. Why don’t why try to fix up the mood. Hm?”

He spoke, his cervo moving to your thigh, then just over your panel. Ratchet just rolled his optics. You turned your helm to him a little.

About to speak but he was fast to beat you to it. Placing his dermas on yours while his cervo started to rub against your panel.

You kiss unsure, Drift doesn’t seem to care. His cervos gently pushed you back into the berth while he continued. Ratchet looked at you both before turning his frame to face you both.

Your frame started to panic when you heard Drift's panel click. You thought fast.

Pulling away from the kiss. Your cervos gently presses against Drift's shoulders. He seemed to be upset as he stared down at you. “I’m..really tired tonight. Maybe another time. Once my attitude gets better?”

Drift just stared at you. Before letting out a deep chuckle. “I suppose you have a point my dear…sleep well my love.”

He layed on his side of the berth. Lying on his back. A grin on his dermas while his optics closed. You remained on your back. You glance at Drift before looking at the ceiling.

Ratchet returned to his back. His arm making its way under you and bringing you closer.

Soon making you lay on your side. Your cheek on his shoulder. His arm around your waist. He then whispered. His voice is both low and threatening.

“You’re quitting your job tomorrow. Or else.”

His optics glared down at you. You just stared at him before looking down You remained quiet. Then looked away closing your optics.

Feeling his cervo press into your stomach. You both fall asleep in silence. At least. The two did.

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It was late at night. Still in Ratchet's arm. Only switching positions. You were still on your side while Ratchet was on his side then. Both arms are wrapped around your waist.

Drift on his side behind you with both arms around both you and Ratchet as much as he can.

Are you still awake. Very slowly, you move your frame to sit up. Make sure to move Drifts and Ratchet arms off you. Sliding up. Be as careful as you can. Falling off the berth with a small thud.

You checked. Seeing the two haven’t woken up. The two initiatively cuddled each other while letting out soft hums.

Slowly you stood up and made your way to the door. Your frame shaking a little. Just as your cervo was about to reach for buttons to the door.

You felt a hard pull in your spark. Causing you some pain. Looking behind you, you say Ratchet sitting up. Drift still fast sleep.

You slowly walked back. Knowing he’ll get more mad if you don’t. You felt your frame struggling to stop shaking from fear.

Once in front of him, you just looked down. Ratchet gently patting his thigh. Telling you to sit on his lap. Slowly you moved your legs over his. Take your place on his lap. Your knees against the berth.

You looked down at him. While his optics stared up at you with a dim light in his optics. His cervos placed their selves on your hips. Having a very firm and tight grip keeps you very close. He would whisper in a deep voice.

“We both know Drift is out like a light right now. So tell me. Why were you about to leave?”

You stumbled with your words. “I-I just. The idea of having sparkling scared me. We don’t even. Have our own house or more than one room!” You whispered in a hushed tone.

He then spoke to you once more. “Well…that’s an understandable reason I suppose. But. You should come to me first. I am a doctor….Why don’t we go to the shower room? We don’t wish to wake up Drift now do we?”

You just nodded. Getting off his lap slowly. His cervo holding your wrist and guiding you to the shower center in the room. The door closed behind him.

“Sit on the counter.” You do so. Your back towards the mirror. Ratchet made sure the door was locked. Soon standing in between your legs. Cervos on your thighs.

”Now Y/N, what will you do tomorrow when you wake up?” You just stare at him before responding. “G-give my notice t-that I’m Q-q-quitting.”

He responded with a smile. “Good. And what will you do after that?”

”Carry….carry both your and Drift sparklings. Become a carrier to both sparkling f-for the rest of my life alongside you and Drift.” One of his cervos gently held your chin.

The grip is very strong. “I’m sorry if I scared you sweetsaprk. I just can’t imagine a life without you. A life without both you and Drift. You both belong to me. You’d never break my spark, right?”

Slowly you shook your helm. You finally spoke while staring down at him. “Ratchet please-“ Silence.

Your words paused. Before you can process, you realize your helm was turned to the side. Your optics were wide while ratchet remained still. But Ratchet then grabbed you by your arms pulls you off the counter.

Turning around and slams you against the wall behind him. You both still facing each other,

You then felt his frame press harshly against your own. You finally feel the slap on your cheek. Ratchets are all in your face now. An angry expression covered over his own. His tone was rough and hush.

”You think you’re slick? Thinking you can just go around doing as you wish without my knowledge…..” Your helm was turned to the side while he spoke, optics shut tightly. Trying to not cry.

“Try to do this one more time. And you’ll deeply regret it. I say what goes. So be more like Drift and go to sleep. And sleep.”

Your frame continued to shake. Waiting for Ratchet to just do whatever he needed to do next. Flinching when you felt him press the front of his helm to your sigh.

“I’m sorry my sweetspark. I get so mad so easily. Why don’t we go la down more before it gets later. After all, you’ll be a stay-at-home carrier.” His cervos have moved to hold your waist. Pulling you closer.

Placing a soft kiss on your sheet and neck.

He then pulled you with him back to the berth. Drift is still peacefully asleep.

You now facing Drift. Ratchet hugging you from behind with a small smile. Small tears fall from your optics. Struggling to keep them in the entire time. The hours went by. And the tears never stopped.

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That very morning you pretended to be asleep. Drift got up before you and Ratchet like every other morning. You took this chance when you watched him get in the shower.

With ambition on your mind. You made your way out of Ratchet's arms. But his arm squeezed tightly around you.

His dermas close to your audio sensors as he asked. “And where are you going?”

“I…wish to shower with my other Conjunx of course. I-is that alright?” You turned your helm towards his. He just stared at you before nodding.

You made your way out of the berth. Ratchet going back to sleep. You made your way to Drift. Glancing behind you to see Ratchet optics closed. You then had the craziest idea pop into your helm.

This can be your one chance…You looked back at Ratchet. He was soon snoring.

He was always too tired for anything. So with a shaky break, you quietly made your way to the door. You might never get this chance again.

And so, all in one fast motion. You quickly opened the door. And Ran.

Running down the hall past some bots before transforming. Soon feeling a very heavy pull in your spark. It was from Ratchet. You ignored the pain the best you could.

Soon calling Rodimus, who of course sounded cheerful. “Hey! What’s u-“

”Rodimus, please! I need your help! Ratchet and Drift are trying to keep me home and things are getting worse! Just- Just please I need your help!” You interrupt him in a panic. You then feel another heavy pull rom Drift now.

”Alright alright, where are you now?” he asked with worry.

”I’m headed your way. Please if you can help me get away I’ll forever be in your dept!” You were so close now. Rodimus then responded. “Don’t worry, me and Ultra Magnus will keep you safe! Just stay on the call with me!”

You responded. “Ok ok.”

You were got to the doors. Transforming and getting inside. The guards didn’t stop you. Rodimus having told Ultra Magnus to let the guards know.

Once inside Rodimus made his way out of the long hall and hugged you once you got close enough.

Ultra Magnus is there to help comfort you. The two worried since you.

Sounded panicked over the comm. Rodimus kept holding you and asked what happened.

You responded, still in a bit of a panic. “Ratchet. He wants me to quit my job. Last night he hit me and slammed me against the wall when I tried to leave.

They..they want to sparkling trap me and keep me locked up..” You cried in Rodimus's chest.

His cervo rubbed your back while Ultra Magnus informed the others. Rodimus then walked you to his quarters next to his office. You two then heard Drift and Ratchet at the front doors while the guards kept the two back.

Their pull to your bonds getting harder to ignore.

Ratchets' voice booming for you to look at him while you and Rodimus kept walking.

Your frame shaking. Rodimus trying his best to comfort you the best he can. Once he closed the door. He held you as you broke your bond with the two. Causing you much pain. Once the pain was fading.

Rodimus ticked by your side for the rest of the day.

Both Ratchet and Drift are being dealt with.

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A few months passed since then. Drift and ratchet were sent back to Cybertron for your safety. Everything that happened was kept secret.

Rodimus made sure to give you a room close to his own so he’ll check up on you.

You continued to work for him. You both even grab lunch at times.

Eventually, you felt yourself become more and more safer with the ship and Rodimus. Your old feelings from before everything happened.

Where now coming back to you. Do you mind only having been racing since.

You were unsure if Rodimus even felt the same for you. You start to remind yourself how he’s the leader of an entire ship. He’s either not interested or is seeing someone else.

Trying to get the thoughts out of your mind.

That is, until one day while you were on your shift. Rodimus seemed to be speaking to a purple femme. Those two seem to be close. Never seen or met her before.

You remained still, staring forward when the two walked out together.

The two departed as they both smiled at each other. You glanced but looked away when Rodimus turned to you while the femme walked away.

Rodimus noticed you looking. Casually taking a step towards you as his cervos go behind his back.

You kept looking forward. Your mouthguard is on as your optics look forward.

Rodimus stood next to you, silence between you both for a moment before he finally spoke. “It appears it’s time to start our lunch?” You looked at him before closing your optics, then nodding.

Rodimus's smile grew a bit larger. He then opened his office door, gesturing for you to enter. “Let’s try a different spot this time. Shall we?”

You were a bit surprised but just nodded. Walking in. Take just a few steps in when you hear Rodimus's door closing. He walked behind you.

Placing his cervos on your hips as he spoke next to your audio sensors. “I see you watching me while speaking to that femme. Jealous?”

He teased. You let out a small sigh before responding. Turning your helm a little to look at him. “I just had no idea you had a Conjunx. Curious was all.”

He let out a deep chuckle. Moved to step in front of you as he spoke. “That femme is my oldest friend. And she’s Skids Conjunx.” You were surprised. “Oh.” You said surprised.

He continues to smile down at you. His cervos holding your chin to make you look at him after you just looked down. You stared at him as he spoke once more. “Come on, let's have some energon. Shall we?”

He walked to his desk. You soon follow behind. Having a nice lunch together, for the day.

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I got a little too into this BUT MAN WAS IT WORTH IT UGH!!!!!! I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I didnt feel like making a sad ending with this one.

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lizzy06 · 5 months ago

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Hakamada Tsunagu (Best Jeanist) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

Who Knew✨ by nek0zawakun (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, humor) "Whatever you decide [Y/N], just remember to let your life be as straight as your jeans." “I’d love to, but straight jeans are no longer in style.”[COMPLETED]

The Aftermath of Kamino by MothClothTales (oneshot, fluff, hurt/comfort) The physical scars would have nothing on the mental ones.[COMPLETED]

Red Threads of Fate by Curious_Feline (onshot, fluff) When pride is on the line for both halves of Japan's power couple after a childish argument, who is going to cave first and apologize before the public gets too lost in trying to fill in the pieces of their private argument.[COMPLETED]

Never too late✨✨by @therainroguefanfiction (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) “You answer the door when I’m trick or treating and at first you say I’m way too old to be doing this but somehow I convince you to come out and join me.”[COMPLETED]

As You Wish ✨by @seiyasabi (oneshot, yandere! best jeanist) You meeting your friend for catching up? idk man lol.[COMPLETED]

Did I Just Say That Out Loud?✨ by @myeternalsin (oneshot, humor, fluff) (Y/N) meets up with her best friend Chris as he forgets his lunch and begs Y/N to drop it off. After her third encounter with Best Jeanist, (Y/N) can’t help but admire his ass in those jeans of his~.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist x Reader✨ by @faulty-writes (oneshot, kinda enemies to lovers) Despite your less than friendly relationship, neither of you is willing to admit just how much you feel for the other.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist hcs by @burnedbyshoto (fluff) hcs for Best Jeanist with a s/o who works at his agency as a staff member.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist X Gender Neutral Reader by @queentheweeb (oneshot, fluff) You felt it in your bones that if Hakamada tried to do whatever ungodly hairstyle that he enjoys on you one more time it would be more than just villains he will have to worry about.[COMPLETED]

Blind date by @erasethedarkness (oneshot, fluff)Working at a news station had its perks- and one of them included being friends with a popular newswoman. When asked to take her place in a blind date, you were skeptical but wanted to help her out, accepting the request in the end.[COMPLETED]

Body Snatched by @nights-legacy (oneshot) When someone couldn't take a hint and continued making you uncomfortable after you said you weren't interested, he didn't take it lightly. Especially when that person goes way out of line.[COMPLETED]

One Last Gift by @shxtodxroki (oneshot, fluff) Despite his busy schedule and hectic lifestyle, your pro-hero boyfriend manages to give you the perfect Christmas Eve as you soak up all the love and affection you can during your time alone with him.[COMPLETED]

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onyxyasha · 7 months ago

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Making a Genshin Impact Onshots collection, it’s gonna be kind of weird since I’m doing it on three different apps/websites, so Tumblr will be the weirdest of all. You can submit requests for my Genshin Impact Oneshots content on here, Quotev, or Wattpad (links in my desc.) The next part is copy and pasted from my Quotev and Wattpad collection:

There are things I will and will not write about, so I will list what I WILL write about and WON'T write about.

WILL WRITE ABOUT...

- Fluff

- [Character] x Reader

- Headcanons [ex: (List of Characters) while reader is upset]

- Yandere!Character x Reader

- Feel free to ask me if I will write stuff I didn't list on here!

WHAT I WON'T WRITE ABOUT...

- Smut/Non-con/NSFW (Look on my profile if you want stuff like that, I want to separate stuff like that due to TW)

- Character x OC (I just won't.)

- Character x Character (Maybe on a separate post)

- Abuse (Again, TW.)

- [Minor Character] x Reader (Because no, just no-)

- Again, feel free to ask me if I will write stuff not listed in this section.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #y/n #x y/n #oneshot #genshin oneshots #love #romance #fluff #request

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ssbptigers · 10 months ago

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Rule's!

What i wont write:

Selfcest.

Incest.

Non con/ Rape.

Abusive relationships (not main relationship between reader and character.)

Toxic relationships (not main relationship between reader and character.)

Yandere. (idk how to write it.)

Child x adult.

Character x Character.

What i will write:

Sfw.

Nsfw(depends how i'm feeling but send away if you like!)

Semi Nsfw.

Suggestive stuff.

Romantic relationships.

Platonic.

Child/teen reader. (platonic only.)

angst.

fluff.

blood/gore.

dark topics (sh, scars, sa, ect.)

headcanons.

onshots.

More than one parters.

MLM.

WLW.

Male reader.

Female reader.

Gender neutral

Anything really as long as it isnt in the what i wont write!

#rules #blog rules #fanfic rules #fanfic #self insert

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years ago

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Title: The Opposite of Love.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc x Reader x Yandere!Kaeya (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 3.1k.

TW: Imprisonment, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Non-Con, Physical Abuse, Manipulation, and Attempted Gaslighting.

Years ago, you heard someone claim that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

There must’ve been more to it. A tangent, a theory, a philosophy to explain such a nihilistic sentiment. But, you couldn’t remember the rest, if it’d ever existed, and you’d walked away from that conversation with the general understand that feeling nothing is closer to hate than it is to love and feeling something is closer to love than it is to hate. Kaeya feels something towards you, so he loves you. He says he loves you. You’re willing to believe, for the sake of argument, that whatever he feels towards you could be called love.

Diluc feels nothing towards you, so he hates you. He acts like he hates you. He hates you.

He’s indifferent, so he hates you.

Or, he ignores you often enough to make it feel like he does, at least. You’d been here for months, tucked into the darkest corner of his winery and left to rot, but he never called you by name or addressed you directly or made any effort to interact with you beyond what Kaeya deemed necessary. Even now, he lingers in the doorway to your bedroom, his arms crossed and his shoulder pressed against the frame. From your spot sitting on the foot of your bed, he should be able to see you, but his gaze glances off of you in less than a second, moving towards Kaeya, instead, currently busying himself with the contents of your closet. Indifference.

Loathing, albeit the kind that could go unspoken.

“I’ve got clients from Fontaine arriving in half an hour,” Diluc starts, his voice gruff but nonchalant. You can’t remember ever hearing him yell. “Can I expect you to join us, or will you still be playing dress-up in my cellar?”

“Patience, love, patience.” He finds a piece of what he’s looking for, pausing briefly to splay it out over your bed. You catch a sliver of lace out of the corner of your eye, and force yourself to stare at the floor, instead. It’s easier, when you don’t know what he’s going to do to you. Anticipation would only make it worse. “I never rush you while you’re stalking around at night, searching for criminals to chase after. You’ll survive watching me tend to my (Y/n) for a few more minutes.” A flash of silk, this time, but not nearly enough. You force yourself to inhale. Diluc huffs. “It’s exhausting, watching you talk about ‘profit’ and ‘revenue’ and waste a perfectly good bottle of wine on such unappreciative guests. I want something pretty to come back to, and this stubborn little thing isn’t going to get dolled-up alone.”

Diluc stiffens. There’s a slight change in his stance, his expression. He doesn’t look at you. “Do you want me to…?”

“I’ll take care of it.” You feel the mattress dip, Kaeya’s arm snaking around your waist. You clench your eyes shut, but you don’t resist as he pulls you to his chest. It doesn’t hurt, but it would, later on, when he loses interest in pretty outfits and delicate fabrics and decides he can find more entertainment in bruises, and hickeys, and seeing how much he can get away with before you're willing to beg him to stop. It'll hurt, and you'll scream, and the next time you see Diluc, he'll pretend that he hadn’t heard a thing. “We just need spend a little more time together, that’s all. It’ll get easier, once someone starts to feel a little more cooperative.” There’s a pause, a sudden nip to your jugular. You jolt and Kaeya laughs, squeezing your hip gently. “Besides, I like it when my pets bite back. It keeps things exciting, doesn’t it, Diluc?”

“Anything you say.” His tone is light, mocking, but he’s smiling, grinning, making no attempt to hide it. You almost wish you could be surprised, that any amount of shock came with new evidence that his fondness for Kaeya overshadowed any empathy he might’ve had for you, but he’d never cared for you, even before he brought you here, before he left you at the feet of a much more proactive monster. He doesn’t feel anything, not for you. He doesn’t love you, so he ight as well hate you.

He’s indifferent, so he hates you.

“As long as it doesn’t involve me, do whatever you have to.

He’s indifferent, but he doesn’t hate you.

Kaeya usually leaves you restrained, in some way, shape, or form. A chain around your ankle, or cuffs on your wrists, or, when he could claim you’d done something to warrant it, a collar around your neck, left tethered to a bedpost under threat of a broken finger for every knot he found undone. Diluc's never tampered with it, before. He could, if he wanted to. It’s his estate, his property, and you’re his captive as much as you are Kaeya’s. He could, but he doesn’t want to.

Or, he’d never wanted to before, at least.

He doesn’t speak to you, not at first. He works silently, prying at the ropes around your wrists with only quiet determination and a small, muted sigh as he finishes, your restraints going slack, falling limp over the bars of the headboard. You don’t move, glancing towards him for approval, but Diluc only drops a flask into your lap, small and silver. Immediately, you’re aware of just how long it’s been since Kaeya left, of the pit in your stomach, the dryness in your throat. Of the fact that you probably wouldn’t see another drop of anything until sunset, when Kaeya comes back and decides whether or not you’ve been good enough to deserve a ‘reward’.

He helps, in his own way. “Drink,” He says, in a way that makes it less of a request and more of a demand. “Unless you have that much faith in Kaeya’s compassion.”

You opt to drink.

It’s only water, but you savor it like a gift from the gods, taking your time, draining the flask as slowly as you could. You consider asking Diluc for something to eat, too, but you don’t want to test the limits of his generosity, and he’s already sitting down, settling into the plain wooden chair positioned to face your bed. It’s a off-putting sight, his red hair slightly muted by the undecorated stone walls, his pale skin made sickly by the poor lighting. It makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn’t seem bothered. Why would he? This is his estate, as often as you forget anyone would live here willingly. He wouldn't bar himself of from a part of his own home.

But, you’d never seen him in this part of his home. Not after you’d arrived. Not after Kaeya sectioned it off for personal use.

Honestly, you’d started to think you never would.

“What did you do?”

You go rigid, lowering the flask. “Excuse me?”

“To get him to tie you up like that.” He sounds dismissive. His expression is blank, as unreadable as always. For a moment, you wonder if this is a set-up, if you’re supposed to answer, but abandon the idea quickly. Kaeya wouldn’t resort to plots so predictable. “What did you do?”

You shouldn’t talk to him. You should cross your arms, look away, play as shy and as stubborn as you do with Kaeya. Indulging his curiosity won’t help you escape, even if he brings you water every now and then, even if he never speaks a word of this to Kaeya. It won’t do you any good, in the long run.

“I think I bit him.” Your voice is distant, far away. Diluc hums, and you find yourself going on without further deliberation. “He treats me like a dog, so I acted like one. I might’ve drawn blood.”

A partially truth. You’d dug your teeth into his throat, tried your best to tear the damned thing out before he could pry you off. It hadn’t worked, and he’d fucked you with his hands around your neck, afterward, leaving a ring of bruises to match his open wounds. He must’ve been too proud to mention it, because Diluc lets out a breath of a laugh as you finish, a smirk replacing his usual scowl. It almost seems strange, on him. You’re not used to seeing him do anything but frown. “Serves the bastard right. Even a Knight should know better than to leave himself so exposed.”

You look away. “I thought you’d take his side.”

“He’s not my responsibility. If you want to call his bluff and smother him in his sleep, then I won’t stand in your way.” He gestures vaguely, and you notice there’s ink on his wrist, staining the cuff of his sleeve. Your lips quirk upward, a smile forming before you can bite it back. You don’t try to, not once it’s there. Not once he sees it, and his own smile brightens in return. “Although, I’d appreciate it if you tried to show restraint.”

“I can’t make any promises.” You bring the flask back to your lips, but it’s already empty. You want more. You want wine, or ale, or the cider merchants used to sell in outdoor stalls during winter, warm and sweet and thick. You don’t let yourself want many things, here. You shouldn’t let yourself want anything, from Kaeya or anyone heartless enough to enable him.

“But, I might be able to try a little harder on a full stomach.”

You shouldn’t, but Diluc isn’t Kaeya. He hasn’t hurt you, not directly, not yet.

He’s indifferent, but you don’t think he hates you, either.

Diluc grins, pushing himself to his feet.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Diluc’s not indifferent, and he doesn’t hate you.

He likes you, the same way a more domestic man might tolerate his lover’s pet. His gestures are small, but frequent – a glass of wine left on your bedside table by a skittish servant, an outfit that’s more than sheer lace and floral patterns, an excuse to be anywhere but the cellar, even his alternative comes in the form of a windowless office, small and sparsely decorated, the space only made more confining by Kaeya’s insistence that you stay in his lap, his arms loosely strung around your waist, your face buried in the dip of his shoulder.

It’s claustrophobic, but the air isn’t damp, and the walls aren’t bare, and there’s more to focus on than Kaeya’s hand on the small of your back, blunt nails occasionally brushing against the base of your spine. You can hear maids and butlers carrying out their morning chores on the other side of the door, quiet footsteps and muffled voices and proof that society isn’t as far away as you’ve convinced yourself it had to be, and you can let the rest of the world fade into the sound of Diluc’s quill scratching against paper, writing out a letter to a foreign investor or a contract for some new, bewildering arrangement. It’s comforting, as comforting as anything can be, here. It’s different. You don’t get to call many things different, anymore.

“Oh? See that, Diluc? We’re putting the poor thing to sleep.” You don’t notice your eyes closing until Kaeya works a hand under your chin, tilting your head back just far enough to force you to look up at him. You’re not tired, not really, but you know better than to correct him, only leaning into his palm, acting like something docile, something delicate. Something obedient, something that he’s made it apparent he wants you to be. “Just as well. Mondstadt’s not getting any closer, and Jean might find a way to work herself to death within the hour if I’m late.” A slight pause, a playful tap to your cheek. You try to push down the temptation to bat him away. “Looks your bedtime's coming a little early, sweetheart.”

You pout, tugging on his sleeve, but Kaeya only laughs, kissing the top of your head and moving to lift you up. Diluc stops writing. “Could you leave (Y/n)?”

Kaeya takes a moment to answer. “Replacing me already?”

“I could only ever dream of it.” He rests his cheek on his fist. “You know how dull it gets, while you’re away. I’m only trying to find a way to the time.”

There’s a sneer, a bark of laughter, and Kaeya drops you back onto the velveteen loveseat, leaving you scrambling to catch yourself. “Try not to break anything important,” He calls as he shoulders open the office door, the mocking lilt heavy in his voice. “It’d be such a shame if I had to start cleaning up your messes at home, too.”

The door shuts a second later, and you hold your breath as you listen to him walk away, only exhaling once he’s out of earshot. Diluc cocks his head to the side, but the most you can offer is a shrug, a small smile. “Thank you,” You mutter, almost inaudibly. “I… I really don’t like it, down there.”

“In that case, I’ll see if I can sneak you into the vineyard, next time.” A new sheet of parchment, another letter. Like it’s nothing. Like it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gone outside in months. “Just don’t tell Kaeya. He’s never been very good at sharing.”

You can only nod, vaguely aware that you’re grinning like an idiot.

Diluc’s not indifferent, and he likes you.

Diluc’s not indifferent, but he doesn’t love you.

Kaeya claims to love you, and if it’d been him, he wouldn’t hesitate to lash out. He wouldn’t stand there for a second, then two, and he wouldn’t acknowledge the letter-opener with just a frown, just a small, disappointed scowl. He wouldn’t take it in so calmly, and he loves you. He thinks he loves you. You’re willing to believe, sometimes, that he might love you.

Diluc doesn’t. He can’t.

It’s already over for you, if he does.

His attention flickers between you and the letter-opener, the one you’d stolen from his desk a few days ago and stored under your mattress for future use. You consider stabbing him with it, briefly, but the Pyro Vision at his hip catches the light and you decide against it.

He seems taller than he usually does, filling the doorway with ease. You never noticed how small he always made himself, around you – sitting, leaning, minimizing the threat where Kaeya preferred to surround you with it, choke you with it. His voice is deeper, too, less refined, more gravelly. You try not to wonder if he's been trying to disarm you. You try not to wonder if it worked. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You drop the letter-opener. Your hands are shaking. “I didn’t…”

A step forward on his part. A step back, on yours. “Answer the question”

Your back hits the footboard, and Diluc stops in front of you. He hadn't closed the door, and you make a feeble attempt to dart around him and run for it, but he catches your arm without a hint of strain. His grip is bruising.

“I don’t want to be here.” The words stumble out without delicacy, without inflection, a last resort born of desperation and little else. “It’s humiliating. It’s dehumanizing. It’s… He hurts me, every single day, and you know that, you’ve seen it. I don’t care if there’s justice. I won’t tell the Knights, I won’t go back to Mondstadt at all. I’ll go to Liyue, or Sumeru, or smuggle myself into Inazuma, for fuck’s sake, I don’t care. I just can’t stay here any longer.”

Diluc doesn’t respond, for a moment.

Then, he shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh, and Kaeya steps through the open doorway, a smirk already plastered over his lips.

“I think you owe me an apology.” A hand on Diluc’s shoulder, a teasing kiss to his cheek. You don’t feel sick, or angry, or anything, honestly. The numbness is almost worse – vacancy, utter and complete. You wish that you’d stabbed him while you had the chance. “What did I tell you?”

Diluc sounds annoyed. Irritated, almost. Huffy. “You said it'd be worth a try.”

“I said it could be worth a try. Then, I asked you not to play too nice, not to be too lenient, and you swore up and down that you’d keep a firm hand.” You shut your eyes, digging your nails into your palms to try to stave off a more visible reaction, but Kaeya catches on quickly, cooing softly as he leans over Diluc. His fingertips brush against your jaw, the touch fleeting, oozing with faux-comfort. You’re tempted to bite him, again. You want to bite him. “Look at that. Did he get your hopes up, darling? Did you think our benevolent, valiant, golden-hearted Diluc would simply stand back and watch you slip away?”

“Shut up.” Kaeya laughs, and some of Diluc’s edge starts to dull. It makes you feel small. Everything about this makes you feel small. “Stop talking. I never—”

“You’ll have to make it up to us, then.” It’s more of a purr than a suggestion, lulling and blatantly self-indulgent, but Diluc doesn’t seem to mind. He leans into it, if anything, like he always does. Like he always has. You’d been a fool to convince yourself he’d ever been interested in doing anything else. “I think we both deserve to see how sweet you can really be.”

“I…” He lets go of you, and you hope beyond hope that he’s come to his senses, but your freedom is short-lived. A hand wraps around your neck, fingers burrowing into your throat and making it difficult to breathe, and in a moment, you’re on your back, pinned to the mattress, both of your captors standing above you. “I wouldn’t be against that.”

You think about begging, for a moment. About fighting, struggling, kicking and crying and screaming until one of them admits it’d be easier just to knock you out and let you wake up bruised and battered and sobbing. But, you already know it wouldn't make a difference. They wouldn't listen to you. Kaeya never has, and you doubt Diluc would try to, now. There’s no point. You’d still be stuck here, either way.

Diluc’s not indifferent, anymore, so he thinks he loves you.

That, or he hates you enough to call it love.

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tbznewberry · 3 years ago

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The madmen of Wonderland | TBZ [III]

Part III: The three kings decide to try to get information out of Y/N with the thing that led her here in the first place. But everything's too much. It hurts too much.

Genre: yandere, horror

Warnings: nudity, breaking bones, pain of unusual growing, threats about killing someone, creepy behaviour

Word count: 1.2k

Previously Next

Y/N awakes with the sunrise the next morning, hearing voices in the room. She carefully pulls herself up to one of the windows in the dollhouse.

“Yes, she has met Kevin and Jacob.” It’s Chanhee speaking. “She told us.”

“We weren’t quick enough, huh?” Juyeon hissed. “Find those twins and give them to us. We will punish them rightfully.”

“Off with their heads, that’s all I’ll say”, Younghoon scoffs, his footsteps echoing as he walks away.

“And what about the hatters?”

“We'll deal with them too.”

Jaehyun looks to the side, meeting Y/N’s eyes.

“Oh, look, the human is awake”, he smiles and starts to walk towards the little doll house. “Let’s take you out and feed you.”

He picks her up, careful not to hurt her leg. She clings onto his finger, scared to fall off.

“I got you, little human, don’t you worry”, he cooes, gently stroking her over her soft hair. “I got you …”

She doesn’t like when they act like that. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up. They give her a few drops of milk and a small bite of bread.

“Eat up, pretty human, you need to be full”, Jaehyun says and gives a few more crumbs. “That’s right, there you go. Good, good …”

Y/N looks around, meeting the three kings gazes. It’s very nice here … but it doesn’t feel right. It’s not what she wants. It’s not … home.

“When can I go home?” Y/N asks.

“Go home?” Juyeon asks. “Why would you ever want to go home?”

“Because I have my whole life there. Everyone I know is there!”

Their eyes narrow by the seconds and before she has time to think, she’s lifted up from the table.

“W-Wait!” she stammers. “Let me down!”

“I don’t think the little human has understood!” Jaehyun says, teeth together. “Maybe a few days in a cage will make her understand that she’s going to stay here forever?”

And suddenly, she’s in a little golden cage, hanging in the air over their heads. Even if she manages to get out, she’d fall to her death. They swing the golden cage heavily and she hugs one of the bars, screaming in fear. Her leg hits the sides multiple times and makes a horrifying cracking sound. The cage soon slows down and she throws up over the edge with a broken sob.

“Your leg will heal”, Younghoon says through the small bars. “And if you act well, maybe we will make you big again.”

“Please do …”, she says quietly.

“Apologize to us.”

“I’m sorry …”

“You won’t ask to go home again, right?”

She feels her heart sink as she shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands to hide her tears. “I won’t.”

“Good.”

They leave the room, leaving Y/N to cry as loudly as she dares to. How is she going to get home from here? No one seems to care about her worries about finding the right directions, the right way home. If there even is one. There has to be one, right? She got here one way, she just has to find the right one back. She curls up into a ball and cries. She decides to rest until her leg is healed for real and then she'll come up with some idea to get away.

The days go by and when her leg is healed, the kings let her out of the little cage.

"We're going to make you big, little human", Juyeon said and brought out a crumb of a soft cookie. "This should be enough for you to go back to your normal size."

"We have a dress ready for you", Younghoon says and pats the silky-smooth, pink fabric in his arms.

Y/N swallows in nervousness before putting the cookie in her mouth. She can feel the same type of uncomfortable pain in her body as she did when she shrunk. But it's worse now. Her bones start to widen and push through the soft skin. She screams as loudly as she can while the tears stream down her face, the pain is excruciating. The three kings only watch her with blank expressions on their faces. The white nightgown snaps as she grows and it whips her uncomfortably. It feels like her skin is on fire, she's sweating like a pig and starts to slide around on the marble floor. It feels like she's bleeding, but she doesn't know from where. Everywhere perhaps? When she's finally done growing, she lets herself relax. Everything is blurry and she can barely hold her eyes open. Someone with cold hands picks up her sweaty, naked body that is on flames at this rate and walks out. It doesn't take long before she blacks out.

She wakes up in a bed, wearing the pink dress Younghoon had been holding earlier. Quickly, she sits up and looks around herself. The room she's in is bigger than her room at home and filled with gifts just for her. She stands up and hurries out of the room. She's finally her right size again, now she can try to get out of here!

"Human!" Jaehyun shouts. "Come over here."

She freezes and turns around, seeing him at the end of the marble corridor. Her feet start to walk towards him.

"We need to talk to you", he says and puts his arm around her shoulders. “To ask you some questions.”

“What is it about?” Y/N asks, not getting a good feeling from his tone.

“Just follow me.”

He takes her into an empty hall with a naked chair in the middle where the other two kings are together with … the bunny! He’s sleeping in Younghoon’s arms.

“Isn’t he cute, little human?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yes, can I have him please?” Y/N askes, not liking that it is in Younghoon’s arms.

“You can have the bunny if you give us what we want”, Juyeon says and sits her down in the chair. He holds the armrests and towers over her like a beast. “How do you get out of Wonderland?”

“I don’t know”, Y/N answers. “I’m trying to find out for myself.”

“The bunny led you here. But since I can’t talk to a fucking bunny, because that would be insane of me, I want you to tell me. We’ve followed the bunny, but we can never find the way.”

“I don’t know, I promise! If I knew, I'd have gone home by now!”

“Think harder, little human! You have to know!” Jaehyun says loudly.

“I don’t know!”

The tears start to well out of her eyes in this threatening situation. She wants to get out to the real world more than anyone else! She cries into her hands. Someone hugs her and lets her rest her face into his chest.

“Don’t cry little human, you just have to think harder!” Juyeon says, stroking her hair.

“Here, hold the bunny for a little while”, Younghoon says and gives her the little white bunny. “Maybe it’ll make you remember.”

Y/N hugs the white bunny and sobs. Jaehyun crouches down in front of her and pets the little bunny, his eyes darker than the night sky.

“Human, if you don’t give us what we want, this sweet little bunny will lose its life! It will no longer be white”, he says warningly. "Have you ever seen a red bunny?"

"N-No."

"Then maybe it'll be your first time."

Y/N sobs. What should she do?

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allmightsprettyhousewife · 3 years ago

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Do you think you can do something where we just go up to hisachi to cuddle him and say we love him, like we were cold and distant until now.

"We Need Some Distance" - Hizashi Yamada x Reader

Author's Note: I kinda hate this?? alkdjfask idk, just not my fav, but I hope you like anon!! Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, unedited Reader Specifications: Gender neutral reader Word Count: 655 Song Suggestion: Nobody - Mitski

The days had been so lonely.

You never truly realized how much Hizashi had surrounded your day until he just stopped being there.

He threw up his hands during an argument, throwing in the towel.

"I have given you everything! What more do you want?!" He ran his hands through his hair, staring at you coldly.

"I want to go home! I want you to leave! I. Want. You. To. DISAPPEAR!"

"If that's what you really want, fine! I will!"

You couldn't be more pleased when he packed a bag and left, leaving you alone in the huge penthouse you both inhabited.

At first, it was nice! You finally got alone time, you didn't have to play into whatever sick game that he wanted you to. But then a week passed by and the only time he had stopped by was to put some groceries on the table and leave again.

The next week was boring. Sure, you had everything and everything at your disposal for your hobbies, but those quickly got overused and boring. Hizashi stopped over once to get some more clothes.

The week after was when you were getting desperate, you had already searched high and low for a way out. And despite your repeated trials, you can come to the conclusion that it was indeed impossible. You tuned in to his radio show a couple of times, just to hear him speak. It set you at ease. You tried to talk to him when he came home, but it just looked right through you and walked out.

It had been three weeks and five days Hizashi has said a word to you, and you felt like you were going crazy. You knew this was Stockholm syndrome, you knew that this was just you going stir crazy, but you actually missed him. You were curled up in one of his shirts more often than not, and you stayed up just to hear his show.

___

This was killing him.

HIzashi knew that in the beginning, you didn't care, that you were even happy to have him gone.

He also knew this is what you needed. You needed to know that you couldn't live without him, just a little push to show that you actually love him.

It truly and honestly hurt to not come home and just give you all the love he could offer. But he had to do whatever he had to to get you wrapped around hi little finger.

Tonight he was coming home though, and he just knew that this would be the night you throw yourself at him.

___

The sound of the lock clicking made you shoot your head up, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Zashi!" He didn't even get into the apartment before you threw yourself in the arms of the blonde. You were a blubbering mess, snot dripping from your nose, tears rolling down your to warm cheeks.

"I'm-I'm so sorry-! I didn't mean it, please don't leave me again." You sobbed into his chest. "I love-love you." You hiccuped, clinging to his frame.

Hizashi dropped his bag next to him, wrapping his arms around you.

"Hey.. Hey, baby doll, it's okay. I'm right here." He placed his chin on top of your head and inhaled your scent. "Sh... Sh... I won't leave you again.."

He scooped you up into his arms and rocked you while he stalked off to his bedroom. He tried to set you down, but you panicked and tried to grab hold of him.

"I'm not leaving ya, I just gotta go get into some comfy clothes. Okay? I'll be right back."

"Oh-okay." You rubbed at your teary eyes, looking away from him.

He grabbed some clothes from his dresser and smiled a little to wide when the bathroom door closed behind him.

"All according to plan.." He thought as he tossed his jacket onto the ground.

___

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daebak-dreams · 7 years ago

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“Rendezvous” A Yandere!Jungkook One-Shot

Anon Asked: Hi! Can I ask for a scenario of a Yandere Jungkook where he is a hit man ordered to kill you for something then he falls in love with you, who is innocnet and sweet, and ends up protecting you???? Thank you thank you! I just love your writing!😚😚

Oh wow! I really liked this concept! Here you go dear! Enjoy! (-:

Reader+Jungkook

Genre: Yandere! | Romance | Angst

His dense breath fogged up the glass that was like a second skin to him in that moment of him peering into your window. He held himself, still and quietly against the paneling of the house, as he tried his best not to fall or make a sound. The only sound that sounded from inside, was the whir of the central air that cooled down each room in your house, making you curl up, and pull your sheets closer to your body.

He wasn’t given much detail about the job at hand, he just knew that it had to be done and quick. There was no use creeping around anymore, he thought to himself as he moved around the house and stopped at your back door.

In a swift movement, his glove-covered hand came flying into the small window to the door, with a loud crashing noise As quick as his hand went through , he tried to match his speed when it came to unlocking the door, giving him free access to you and your home.

Just as he thought he was in the clear, he saw the light in the hallway go on, making panic finally set in as he stood still in place for a moment.

“Shit-”

With a slow hand, he grabbed for the jagged knife that was in the side of his belt, knowing that although he didn’t want to, he would have to get messy. He just wanted to get it over with and get paid.

His heartbeat accelerated as he tightened himself against the wall that separated the source of the light and him. He then took one last gulp of air, gripping the handle of the knife firmly, as he turned the corner on his heel and stumbled as he stopped himself from going any further. He dropped the knife, along with his heart and any ounce of strength that he had.

There he was, standing in awe as he starred at you, who was cowering with a broom in your hand high over your head, as if you were ready to strike, but choked up in the process. It was as if all his animalistic instincts went out the window. He had no need to be violent, and of course he didn’t have those kind of tendencies towards you. How could he? You were like a lamb in the presence of a wolf. Though in that moment, all he wanted to do was hide you away and keep you safe.

You looked at the man you’d never seen before. He was tall and well built. His dark brown locks loomed above his surprised eyes as he stared at you. You were already shaking by the presence of a complete stranger inside your house, but once you saw the knife he was holding against him, you started screaming as you dropped the broom and scrambled towards your bedroom.

“Wait! Hold on!” He looked down at what you were looking at that made you run and hide, and tossed it to the floor with a ‘clang’ as chased you, which made you much more frantic as you reached the door, and slid into your room and tried to close the door on him, but it was no use as he jutted his arm out towards you, putting a stop to the door being fully closed.

He winced at the pressure that you were putting on him, but didn’t fight back. He hissed at the pain and tried to talk through gulps of air, hoping you would hear him out.

“Hey! Listen to me! I think it was all a big misunderstanding!” He groaned with his eyes shut. “Please- hear me out. Do you know a ___?”

As soon as he said that name, you let your guard down and took a step away from the door. “How do you know my ex?” You asked softly from behind the door with a frown.

“He’s your ex?!” He looked at you with a stunned expression as he talked behind the door, not wanting to open it and scare you all over again. “So you’re (Y/N)?”

“Wh- He put you up to this?! What kind of sick, cruel joke is this?!” You said as tears welled up in your eyes.

“N-No! I didn’t know! I swear on my life!”

“Then what are you doing here?! Who are you?”

He sighed as he touched a hand to the surface of the door, “Your ex, __, hired me to basically keep you from going to court, for the allegations against him for putting his hands on you.. He thought if you were out of the picture that this would all go away.” He felt his anger rise at this low-life who wanted to hurt someone like you, but he felt much lower as he remembered the reason why he was there.

You felt sick to your stomach as you backed away from the door, and slumped down onto the ground. You knew that he had hatred for you from the break up, but you didn’t know it was this strong. Strong enough to kill you; Literally.

He could hear the sound of your whimpering behind the door and decided to go in, ready to take any blows and attacks that you were to throw his way, knowing that he deserved each one.

“Please don’t cry..I’m sorry..I swear I wasn’t going to do anything.” He spoke in a quiet and calm tone as he crouched near you.

You slightly pulled back from him, still not able to trust him, and sniffled, bringing a hand up to your nose. “Why..why didn’t you do it, if that’s what you were here for.”

He shook his head. “ I don’t know..I just saw how scared you were and I just..couldn’t do it. Here.” He reached his hand out to you, as in a way to help you to your feet.

You hesitated, not knowing what he was getting at. You worried that maybe this was a trick and the minute that you let your full guard down, he would attack you, but you unconsciously placed your hand in his as he lifted you forward.

He gave a small smile as you put some trust in him as he helped you back to your bed. If he hadn’t broken into your house, and he was someone you randomly passed on the street, you wouldn’t be able to help but give a second glance his way at how handsome he appeared as he hovered above you while he pulled the sheets back over you.

“I’m sorry again.” He breathed out, not being able to meet your eyes. “And I’ll be sure to help you fix your window..”

“Thank you...”You nodded slowly gripping onto the sheets, holding them tighter against you as you kept a close eye on him.”What’s your name?” You suddenly asked after a few long moments of silence.

“Jungkook.” He said as his eyes finally met yours.

You nodded silently, not knowing how to respond, you even wondered if this whole scenario was just a dream; Here you were, talking with the man who had intentions to hurt you. But it didn’t seem like that anymore, as he sat on the edge of the bed while he tried to collect himself.

He looked over at you. Your legs that were pulled up to your heaving chest, your worried eyes trying to study him, your pretty little lips that were curled in a downward position.

“___.. He was never like this before..I didn’t-” You stopped talking to swallow your tears back. “I didn’t think that he would wish death upon me and go to this extreme in getting someone to do it.” You shook your head. “Yes, I was the one who left, but I couldn’t take anymore of his violent antics.”

He thought you were fragile and delicate, and it made him sad all over again to think that he almost destroyed one of the worlds most beautiful treasures. He had the terrible urge to protect you, and that included protecting you from the one who started all of this.

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry. I know I keep saying it, but I’ll never forgive myself for almost hurting you like that bastard..”He spat out the last part as if he had eaten something too sour for his tastebuds. “I need to do something..But- I promise that I will come fix the damage that I’ve done..” Eventhough he didn’t want to leave you there in that big cold house, he knew what he now had to do, but he made sure that he would come back to you, for he was now connected to you.

It ended as a cliffhanger really haha; but I still hope you enjoyed it! :-)

-Admin Bonbori

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