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Loki Laufeyson X Reader: Breathing In The Wrong Air

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Prompt: Reader-chan struggles with emotions.

Warnings: The usual and trigger warning.

Author: Yulta~

“Baby?” Loki said as he clutched her body that lay on the ground breathless. “Please don’t leave me. You need to keep breathing for me.”

You kept your eyes closed, your body limp in his muscled arms. You wanted to get up, move, show something that proved you were still alive but you couldn't. You didn’t know how to express what you were feeling with real words, you didn’t know how to tell him that what you felt on the outside was precisely what you were feeling on the inside. You were dying, both in and out, and it was killing you that your mind couldn’t force your body to live anymore.

“(Y/n),” he pleaded. “Don’t do this. I know you can hear me, I know you can take a breath, just one, and focus on me. It’s not that difficult, please, just do what I’m telling you.”

You wanted to try, you really did. But it’s so difficult living in a world where you couldn’t be who you are. You couldn’t live somewhere that you were treated like less than nothing because you had different viewpoints, because you fell in love with a god.

“(Y/n). You do not get to leave me like this just because you’re pissed off at the world. Come back to me. I’m the only one who matters in this situation because you’re not in the right mind. I’m going to bring you back to my home, and then you’re going to be okay.”

You felt yourself lifted from the ground, your body pressed against his warm chest. You felt some life being drained back into you as his magic began to drain into you.

“I’m so tired,” you told your boyfriend, sucking in your first breath of air. You felt yourself vomit the breath back out, your eyes rolling back as you did.

“I know, I know, but darling, please, take another breath,” he urged you.

“But it hurts,” you whimpered, but you tried anyways. You held a bit more in this time.

Loki shook his head. “It’s not that bad. I’m going to help you through it and you know it. I love you, and that’s enough to get you through anything.”

“But what if I can’t?” You asked, wincing at the pain it took to speak anything. “What if I can’t do any of this like you seem to think I can? It hurts, Loki, why can’t you understand how much it hurts? Nobody ever understands.”

“I do understand (Y/n). I can feel your pain, I can feel everything you feel. I can see how much you’re hurting, and I want you to know I’m here for you. I’m going to take all of your pain away.”

“Promise to take all of it away?” You begged, your eyesight failing as you looked towards the sky that began to glow a rainbow colour as it embraced you into its warmth, promising safety and comfort.

You knew you would be okay in Asgard. That was why you loved it so much.

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Mikasa Ackerman X Reader: Dripping Wrists

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Prompt: Reader-chan hurts herself when she gets angry, Mikasa finds her.

Warnings: Depression, self-harm, and swearing. Trigger warnings. Read at your own risk.

Other: I am not romanticizing self-harm or depression, they are serious mental illnesses, and if you have them, please seek help. I love you all! <3

Author: Yulta~

You were tired.

So fucking tired.

Tired of fighting a hopeless war, seeing your friends die, getting up every morning and doing the same thing when everything would just be easier if you could leave.

You didn't have the energy to get out of bed, not again. There was too much to do, the same things you've done every other day before you went out and risked your life yet again.

You glanced outside. You had woken up early, it was still pitch black out.

You hauled yourself out of bed and tied your messy (h/c) hair into a ponytail. You stumbled around your room for a few moments before finally finding what you were looking for, your half-blade.

It had been broken off the hilt when you had gotten angry one day, and you had kept it since then. It was sharp enough that it was perfect for what you needed.

Which was to make yourself hurt.

Normally you were used to having a tear or two slip down your face before you began. But today you just didn't have the ability to feel anything at all, only emptiness.

You put the blade to your revealed wrist, finding an empty place between scabbing red marks. You dug in and dragged the weapon to the side, leaving welling blood in place of the breaking skin.

Finally, your emotions kicked in, leaving you a sobbing mess and you continued to feel pain. It was the only constant that made you okay, the only thing to keep you sane in this horrible world.

There was a sharp knock at your door.

You dropped the blade, panicking as you realized you were a mess.

Who would be here at this hour? Very few were even awake, let alone someone that would want to come to see you.

The next thing you knew, the door slammed closed and you were enveloped into a tight hug.

"Oh (Y/n)..." you recognized Mikasa's voice as you cried into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," you whimpered, thinking she would have reacted worse than this.

You lay still in her arms for around half an hour before either of you said anything.

Finally, Mikasa pulled away. She gently lifted your arm and examined the damage, her expression severely worried.

"Mika... why did you stay?" You whimpered, your voice raw from crying so often.

She took a deep breath. "Because I love you."

You were silent, stunned by her confession. "I-"

"So don't ever do this again. It's not okay. Hurting yourself is never okay (Y/n.)" She kissed you, her lips rough against yours.

Maybe it was possible to be okay.

Maybe it was possible to be okay all along. You just didn't see it.

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Evie Frye X Reader: Stand a Chance

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Prompt: Reader-chan finds Evie to fight her in a fight club.

Warnings: The usual.

Author: Yulta~

You rolled your shoulders back as you wrapped your knuckles in fabric, preparing for the upcoming fight.

"I hear this one just kicked seven grown men's asses across the ring. You sure you want to go in alone with her?" Robert asked, his questioning gaze falling on your underclothing.

"A chance to fight one of the Frye twins and you think I'm gonna pass up on it?" You snorted, cracking your knuckles to prove the point. "Bring a real challenge on."

Your best friend rolled his eyes and moved out of your way, leaving you room to strut out into the ring. You swung under it, getting a look at your opponent.

She was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied up and her eyes were a piercing green, her body on display with the tight outfit she was in.

Refusing to be distracted, you circled around her for a moment before lunging forward, your fist going for her head. She grabbed it and made a kick for your side.

You jumped over her raised leg, breaking your arm free as you did so. You swept your leg to her knees, making her fall to the ground as you backed up, giving yourself a moment.

Evie jumped to her feet, an excited gleam in her eye. "And who might you be?" She went to punch you, and you ducked before grabbing her arm and turning, flipping her over your shoulder and in-turn moving so you were straddling her.

The audience went dead silent as you smirked, knowing you had beaten the 'best fighter' the ring had ever seen.

And knowing you were on top of her. "Name's (Y/n) (Y/L/N)."

"Evie Frye, pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'd like to have a word with you outside of here, if you don't mind."

You stood and extended your arm, letting her grasp it in pulling her up. "And will your darling twin be there?" You questioned.

Evie thought for a moment, "yes. But only because we have an offer for you that I think you'll like."

~ < ~ > ~

You swallowed and licked your lips, slightly nervous as to what was to come of the meeting. You beat one of the assassin's in a fight, you were worried you got yourself into deep shit.

Finally, the door to the hidden room Robert had opened. He was letting the two borrow it for their little conversation.

Evie stood in the crack of the door, her face barely visible. "Ready (Y/n)?" She said, though it wasn't a question.

You nodded, pressing a smirk to your lips as you saw the smug one on hers. She fully opened the door, letting you slip in before closing it behind you.

"This is (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the woman I was telling you about," Evie introduced you to the gruff man sitting in a wooden chair.

The man stood and circled you slowly, while you stood completely still. Once he came back around to the front, he stared down at you. "Miss (Y/l/n). A pleasure to meet you. Evie's told me so much already!"

You hid a blush from the man towering over you, the same way Evie did but a little more intimidating. He had more muscle than you, but you saw the weak points on his body you could target if this went sideways.

Not that you knew what was even happening, of course.

"Only interesting things I hope," you replied.

At that, Jacob stood down, going to find a place beside his twin. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked.

"Same place I learned to kill." You tilted your head as you saw the two glance at each other.

"You're an assassin?" Evie this time.

You sighed. "In a way. My father was, and he taught me his ways. But I didn't join the Creed, I could never find anyone to let me help."

"So if we were to offer a position with us, what would your answer be?" Evie took two steps forward, leaving her looking directly in front of you.

"Only if I get to work alongside you."

"Done."

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Heya everyone! So I just got a part-time job, and school is starting up again in three days. I run two oneshot blogs, this one being my side-one. I can’t write for both, so I’ve decided to put this one on hold. I may post occasionally, but I honestly can’t keep up with the demand along with having a life with my boyfriend. Until further notice, this is only a minor blog. Thank you all so much for the massive amount of support I’ve gotten.

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Draco Malfoy X Reader: Too Many Studies

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Prompt: Reader-chan took on too many responsibilities.

Warnings: Swearing and suggestive content.

Author: Yulta~

You groaned as you looked at the clock on the wall. It read ‘12:57’, which was almost one in the morning. You were exhausted, and you had been working for hours, but you were barely halfway through all your homework, and what you were doing was all due tomorrow.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered as you threw your quill across the room in anger, knocking over your ink in the process. It spilled all over the desk you were sitting at, and you pushed out of your chair and backed up. It went all over your stack of finished homework, and you just stood there.

“(Y/n),” a familiar voice said.

You turned around saw your boyfriend, Draco, standing shirtless looking at you. His eyebrows were knit together in worry as he walked toward you.

“It’s gone. It’s all gone. I don’t have time to finish it. My professors are going to kill me, I made a mess everywhere and it’s all coming apart and I can’t breathe and-” You began ranting as tears streaked down your red face, anger coming out in sobs.

“(Y/n). Look at me.” Draco said, putting his hands on your waist. “In.”

You took a deep breath, trying to regain composure and catch your breath.

“Out.”

You let it out again, though it was shaky and uneven. He got you to count to ten a few times, and once you had calmed down, he pulled you into his warm body. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay (Y/n), just listen to my voice.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, letting him comfort you into a more relaxed state. You remained silent, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to say.

“Now. You enrolled in far too many classes, and that’s why you have too much homework and not enough time. You’re smart, but you’re not a god darling. You need sleep and extra time to do things like eat and relax.” Draco spoke soothingly, his voice like a bell in your ears.

You knew he was right, as much as you hated to admit it. You did need a break from all of this. You needing breathing room between classes. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if you dropped out of a few that you didn’t really need.

“Thank you,” you whispered softly as you collapsed into his grip. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could wrap your legs around him. Your arms went around his shoulders and you kissed him, his lips tasting like the vanilla chapstick you used.

You knew that was his version of ‘you’re welcome’, and you smirked into the kiss. He sat on the sofa so you were on top of him, straddling his waist while leaning on your knees.

“I have an idea,” Draco smirked at your, the devilish look making you feel things.

You raised an eyebrow, “oh?”

“How about I help in… relaxing you a little?” Draco said, his voice dropped an octave.

You nodded in response, liking that idea.

Everyone else was asleep, after all.

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Klaus Mikaelson X Reader: Getting A New Addition

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Prompt: Klaus and reader-chan get a pupper.

Warnings: None~

Author: Yulta~

You and Klaus were standing at the desk of an animal shelter. His arm was around your waist as he pulled you close, trying to show the men around the two of you that you were his. You would normally roll your eyes at this action, but you were too excited today to bother.

“So, where can I bring you?” The desk receptionist asked, a forced smile on her face. You didn’t understand how she couldn’t be happy working around animals all day.

“Doggos!” You said, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. You had been living together for a while, and you decided it was time to take the next step and get a pet together.

Klaus smirked at your enthusiasm and the two of you began following the woman that lead you into the gates behind the desk.

You were brought to the dog area, where there was a series of about thirty cages. All of them were full. This made you sad, as you knew if a new dog came in, another would have to be put down. You shook off the feeling and headed to the first cage. Klaus unhooked the latch and opened it for you so you could run to the little dog that waited on the other side.

“Hiya!” You said, your voice going up a few octaves to talk in a ‘baby’ tone. “How are you?”

“You’re adorable,” Klaus said and dropped to his knees beside you. He patted the little puppies head. “Do you want this one?” He asked, further playing around with the little animal.

You nodded before looking at your boyfriend sheepishly. “Can we get two?”

Klaus sighed. “(Y/n). We had this conversation before we came here.”

You put your head down in defeat, knowing he was right. You spent a few more minutes playing with the puppy, it’s cuteness made both of your hearts melt. “What are we gonna name her?” You asked.

“Liyla,” Klaus replied, lifting the grey puppy in his arms so you would follow him. He kissed you, pulled away and then headed for the front desk again.

It looks like you really were about to start your family.

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Charlie Bradbury X Reader: A Day In The Life

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Prompt: I booped you guys with fanfiction of our Queen. <3

Warnings: The usual.

Author: Yulta~

You and Charlie were laughing at a video of a dog and a woman, you leaning on her shoulder to see her phone. You had been sitting on the sofa all morning, cuddling and showing each other things you found funny or cute.

But then, your least favourite thing in the world happened.

Charlie’s phone began to ring.

And on the screen was Dean Winchester’s face.

You groaned and pulled away, letting your girlfriend answer the phone.

Thankfully, you could hear both voices, so you weren’t left in the dark to save the Winchester’s asses again.

“Hey Dean,” Charlie said with a curious tone. She loved the missions you got sent on when they called, but you being an ex-hunter, you found it more of a pain. You had more or less retired, until Sam and Dean came calling.

“We need you and (Y/n) again. We have a small… witch problem,” the gruff voice on the other end said.

“Got it. Bunker?” That was Charlie, eager like usual.

“Yep.”

“See you in a few hours.” She dropped her phone onto the sheets and gave you a happy smile. “Let’s get ready, shall we?”

You sighed. She was only ever this happy when called on a job. She was born for excitement, as much as you hated to admit it. “Alright. I’ll get dressed.”

You hopped out of bed and headed to your closet, putting on your old hunting gear. Black jeans, black combat boots, black long-sleeve, black leather jacket. (H/c) pulled back into a tight ponytail. Light makeup. And then weapons hidden everywhere.

You walked out of your closet and saw Charlie wearing almost exactly the same thing, though she pulled it off better. She looked stunning in everything, after all.

“Hey beautiful,” you said as you pulled her in for a kiss, her lips chapped against yours.

You hated it, but this is the way it had to be.

Seeing Charlie happy made you the happiest woman in the world.

Even at the cost of your beloved safety.

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Natasha Romanoff X Reader: Midnight Cuddles

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Prompt: Reader-chan has a nightmare and Natasha tries to help.

Warnings: Trauma.

Author: Yulta~

You jolted up, a scream rising in your stomach that came out far more high pitched than you meant for it to be. You curled in on yourself, hugging your knees as close to your chest as you could. If you could make yourself small enough, you could disappear, and your nightmares would leave you alone.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha sat up, completely alert and awake. A look of realization was on her face. “Oh. Did you have another nightmare baby?”

You didn’t register that someone else was speaking. Your cheeks were wet and your body was covered in a cold sweat, which wasn’t helping calm you down. You just wanted your mind to shut down, you wanted all of your emotions and fear to go away.

“Okay. (Y/n). I want you to focus on me. What you saw isn’t real. Just look at me. Please, look at me (Y/n).” Natasha carefully crawled in front of you so you could see her face. You noticed she looked worried. You began to pay attention to the way her eyelashes fluttered and her eyebrows were pulled together.

“Alright. Good job darling. Now. Count to ten for me,” your girlfriend said. You didn’t hear her exactly, you more so read her lips.

“One,” you began.

“Yeah. Continue.” Natasha encouraged.

“Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten,” you finished.

Natasha smiled at you and pulled you into her body, your bare legs against hers. You wrapped them around her waist, making sure you were as close as possible.

“Count to ten again for me,” she asked yet again.

You did it three more times before you came back to reality. With a deep breath, you pulled away from her warmth. “Thank you Nat.”

She smiled and kissed you before lying down again with her arms open. “You coming?”

You nodded and laid down, letting her put her arms around your stomach. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift back to sleep, but this time you were safe in Natasha’s arms.

You knew she wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, not while you were with her.

“I love you,” you said with a happy smile.

“I love you more (Y/n).” Natasha muttered.

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Erza Scarlet X Reader: A Small Price to Pay

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Prompt: Reader-chan and Erza have a few moments together. Fluff!

Warnings: None!

Other: I hope you guys are cool about us writing more LGBTQ+ stuff. We just wanna include everyone. <3

Author: Yulta~

You, Erza, Natsu, Lucy, and Gray were sitting in a booth, laughing as you waited for the drinks you had ordered to arrive. Natsu was retelling the story of the encounter he and Lucy had a few days ago, though Erza seemed to be the only one interested in it.

You loved Erza, you had been dating for almost two years at this point. But you weren’t the biggest fan of her friends. They always seemed to be getting her into some kind of trouble or seemed to be putting her in serious danger that you hated her being in.

You had gotten lost in your own thoughts as a waiter slammed your drink in front of you, a smile on his face. “Look happy lassy! You’re with friends!” He put down the others and went back to wherever it was he had come from.

“Everything okay (Y/n)?” Erza asked with a worried smile.

You nodded and began paying attention to the story, wincing as you realized Erza could have been there with them. And you hated that thought.

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You and Erza were cuddling on the couch in your shared apartment, both of you beginning to drift off after a long day. As you sat there, your chin against her bright red hair, the smell of honey coming off of it from her favourite shampoo, you took in the little things.

The way her eyelashes fluttered as she tried to stay slightly awake but still managed to nod off, even for just a second. The shadows of the candles on the table in front of you on her pale cheeks, illuminating the beautiful skin tone. The barely audible whistle that you could hear whenever she took a breath in through her nose.

You hated how much you worried about her. You hated how much danger she was always in, and you hated how she and her friends were always joking about all these life-threatening situations.

But it was all worth it.

To see her here, laying sleepily in your arms, cuddled into you as she showed you her weakest form; sleep… it was worth every second of worrying you did. It was worth every moment you spent waiting for her to come home.

Because you were in love with her. And at the end of the day, that’s all that really mattered. The fact that she was here, at this moment. The fact that Erza Scarlet, Titania, Queen of Fairies, was yours.

And you loved her with every bit of your heart and soul, no matter the price you had to pay to be her girlfriend.

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Castiel X Reader: Bulimic Issues

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Prompt: Reader-chan is struggling with her issues of bulimia and Cas tries to help.

Warnings: Trigger warning, bulimia, self-hate.

Author: Yulta~

"Hey, you fat whore,” Amber called as she pushed you to the ground. You dropped your books and plummeted down, wincing as your head banged against someone’s locker.

“I’m sorry!” You whimpered as you cowered down, hiding your face with your (h/c) hair. A few strands stuck uncomfortably to your wet makeup. “I’ll be gone in a few weeks, just wait for my brothers to come back and I’ll be out of your hai-”

“Nobody asked for your opinion you slut. Shut up and give me your money.” Amber kicked your leg, her lip curling as she finished speaking.

“I don’t have any!” You replied, rolling out of the way of a second kick. “I don’t eat until I go home.”

Amber rolled her eyes and placed a heel on your stomach. “I hope you don’t eat at all! You must weigh as much as a fucking whale.”

You held back more tears as you let Amber’s words get to you. Instead you stood and scrambled to collect your books before dashing to class, where you knew the students wouldn’t pick on you in front of teachers.

That’s when it first started. That’s when you first stuck your fingers down your throat to force up the food your older brothers, Sam and Dean, forced into your body.

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You sat over the toilet, tears dripping down your cheeks and tangling with your hair.

It had been five years since you had first decided you needed to lose weight. It started out as you being self conscious, but it ended up being an addiction.

It felt so good to purge everything that entered your body. It became an addiction to you, you had to be the perfect weight.

But you could just never reach it. Every time you got lighter, you just wanted the numbers to get even lower.

You stuck your fingers into your mouth, biting down lightly as you pushed further to hit your gag reflex. You pushed over and over until you finally felt the bile come up from your stomach. You quickly took your fingers from your mouth and let the lurches force themselves through your entire body.

After a few minutes, it finally stopped, and you let yourself collapse to the ground with weakness.

It took a lot out of you to do continuously do this and hide it from everyone, especially Castiel, the angel who could read your mind.

“(Y/n)?” A deep voice called to you. You jolted up at the sound but you were too weak to fully stand.

“Cas?” You questioned as he knelt down next to you. “What are you doing here?”

Castiel wrapped a strong arm around your waist and carefully lifted you to the bathroom counter with ease. “I heard you thinking about me, and then I felt you in distress. Are you sick?”

You thought for a moment before giving a weak nod, “yeah, my stomach’s been bad for a while.”

“Why are you lying?” Castiel questioned, placing a finger to your temple. You tried to shy away, but he put a second hand on the other side of your head to keep it in place.

Tears continued slipping from your eyes as you realized your secret was out. The last person you wanted to know was the angel, as you’ve had a crush on him for a while.

Castiel frowned with confusion as he read your thoughts. “(Y/n)...why would you think this of yourself? Your body is perfect no matter what it looks like.”

“No,” you whimpered, “it’s not. I’m fat and worthless and nobody likes me because of it, even my own brothers.”

“Sam and Dean do not care what you look like! They never have! Their only concern is your health and safety. This is not healthy, nor is it safe,” Castiel argued, placing both hands on your hips, caressing up and down your sides in a comforting way. “And most importantly, I would never judge you for the way you look.”

You knew he would never lie to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Your buried your head in his shoulder, your tears wetting his trench coat.

“I will help you get through this, (y/n).” Castiel put a hand on your chin, gently moving it upwards to meet your (e/c) eyes. “I...think I might love you.”

“I love you too Cas,” you cried, “I love you too.”

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Daryl Dixon X Reader: Finally Alone

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Prompt: Reader-chan and Daryl are trying to have some fun.

Warnings: Suggestive content.

Other: This is super short, I’m so sorry.

Author: Yulta~

You closed your eyes and leaned into your boyfriend's kiss, a small moan coming from your lips.

“Get a room!” Glenn called as he passed by the aisle you and Daryl were in. You were on a run, and you had been trying to screw Daryl all day. You hadn’t been alone since you started dating, as you had to share tents with other people in your group.

You were beginning to get frustrated as you pulled out of Daryl’s grip. “Come on,” you said, the annoyance in your voice obvious. “We’ll find somewhere later.”

Daryl rolled his eyes and followed you out of the aisle to meet with Glenn and Rick.

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It had gone on like this all day. Glenn and Rick couldn’t stop laughing at the two of you by the time you arrived back in the car.

You and Daryl had given up after your last try. It was too much effort and too humiliating to bother anymore, so you just sat in silence as Rick poked fun at you.

Finally, you arrived back at camp, your nerves almost fried as you stomped back to your tend, and Daryl followed. You collapsed onto your bed before you sat up, a devilish expression across your features. Everyone was at one of the events that was being thrown. That meant that the two of you were alone at the campsite.

Daryl must have realized this too, as he immediately pinned you against the sheets with his well-built frame. His muscled arms were warm against your now shirtless back. He took off his shirt soon after, revealing his toned stomach.

It was about damn time the two of you were alone.

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Octavia Blake X Reader: Forbidden Feelings

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Prompt: Reader-chan gets captured and Octavia saves her.

Warnings: Swearing, trigger warning.

Author: Yulta~

The woman’s hand went across your face, the harsh movement making your face jolt downwards. “Well (Y/n)? You planning on talking?” She sneered, followed by punching your stomach.

“Nope,” you answered with a smirk.

“This would be a hell of a lot easier if you just cooperated with our organization!” The woman hissed, clearly getting impatient with you.

You shrugged. “Ah yes. Spilling all the secrets I don’t know. That should be really easy!”

You had been beaten for hours for that comment, but you dealt with it. You weren’t about to give anyone any answers, especially not if they were going to try to beat it out of you.

After what seemed like days, the woman finally left you alone. You slipped your hands out of the ropes and began to work on the ones tied around your legs.

“Need a hand with that (Y/n)?” A familiar voice called. Boots were heard against the stone floor as your best friend, Octavia, approached your beaten body. “They got you good this time!” She was trying to sound casual, but you knew she was worried. She was always worried about you.

You took her hand and she pulled you to your feet, and you finally noticed the wet glisten in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing.

“I thought I lost you for good this time.” A tear rolled down Octavia’s face as she pulled you in and pressed her lips to yours, roughly kissing you.

You knew you should have pushed her off of you but you didn’t. You didn’t ever want her off of you, not when her chapped lips tasted this perfect.

FInally, out of breath, you both pulled away from each other, your heart fluttering with new feelings. “Your brother is going to kill me,” you said, and burst out laughing.

But you didn’t care. You were in love with Octavia, and that’s all that mattered.

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Klaus Mikaelson X Reader: Starvation

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Prompt: Reader-chan has a relapse into her old anorexic habit.

Warnings: Trigger warning.

Author: Yulta~

You were sitting in front of a mirror, tears in front of your eyes as you saw your stomach. Your hands grasped at the small rolls of fat that had developed over the time you had recovered from your eating disorder.

You missed it. You missed being small and skinny and perfect. You missed the addicting feeling of an empty stomach. How fulfilling it felt to see the number on your scale drop.

“(Y/n)!” A voice called, knocking on the door. “Mr. Mikaelson instructed me to cook dinner for you. It’s in the dining room for whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” you choked out, knowing that you weren’t going to go down there. You never wanted to see another plate of food, let alone eat anything from one.

You stood and threw on one of your boyfriend’s white shirts, followed by a baggy black sweater to hide your frame. You didn’t want to see how big you had gotten, so you covered it up with layers.

You wondered how you would get out of eating. Klaus wasn’t home, so you weren’t worried about him stopping you, and you were pretty sure the cooks hadn’t been informed of your old habits. You slid into a pair of black ankle boots and headed downstairs, passing the dining room and the kitchen.

One of the men guarding the doors put his hand on your chest to stop you, a thick eyebrow cocked to give a quizzing look. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out to dinner with a friend,” you snapped, tired of vampires questioning you. You knew they thought you were less than them, you being only human and all. But you were also their bosses girlfriend so they couldn’t say anything outright rude to you.

The man rolled his eyes and let you pass. You made it halfway down the steps before you were interrupted by Klaus appearing in front of you.

“Darling,” he said with a gentle voice. “I’m being told you haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

You gulped, realizing that you had been caught. “By who?”

“(Y/n)...” Klaus trailed off, obviously not wanting to get frustrated with you. He could generally tell when you were lying or bluffing. Or hiding something from him.

“I’m sorry,” you cried, trying to hold your immediate tears back. “I just can’t eat. I can’t make myself, not while I look like this.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his muscular body. “It’s okay. We’ve gotten through this before, and we will again. Okay?”

“Okay.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck in turn.

It would be okay. Everything would be alright.

Klaus always made sure it would be alright.

Even if you were having a particularly bad relapse.

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Heya, saw that u started writing 4 supernatural and wondering if you could do a Lucifer pregnant!reader insert?

Hey! I just posted this. Hope you enjoy!~Yulta

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Lucifer X Reader: Accidental Pregnancy

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Prompt: Reader-chan gets knocked up by her boyfriend, Lucifer.

Warnings: Pregnancy.

Author: Yulta~

Your eyes fluttered open with a groan as you pushed yourself out of bed. Your boyfriend's arm fell off your body as he watched you make your way to the bathroom to find something to slip into.

As you arrived, you noticed you were feeling a little nauseous. Then the feeling began to amplify, and you rushed to the toilet and began to vomit your dinner up.

You didn’t feel stomach sick, so it was strange that you were vomiting like this. You sat next to the sink and took a few deep breaths before Lucifer stumbled into the bathroom, a worried expression on his face.

“Hey baby,” he paused, “are you sick?” He sounded worried.

You shook your head with a frown and flushed the toilet, making the horrible smell mostly vanish.

“Then what happened?” He sounded suspicious now.

You shrugged your shoulders and glared at the ground. You had a feeling you knew what was going on, you just didn’t want to say anything until you were sure. You had gained a few pounds, your period was two weeks late, and now you were having what was possibly morning sickness.

“I’m gonna get in the shower and get ready for work.” You stood and turned on the hot water, trying to ignore the wave of fear in your tone. You hoped Lucifer hadn’t picked up on it.

He put his arms around your bare waist and pulled you into him. “Darling, you’re sick. Take the day off. Please.”

“I feel fine!” You argued, knowing that you would take the day off anyway. As of now, you had a more important thing to do.

Lucifer gave up and let you go, walking out of the bathroom, most likely to get dressed. He had important meetings or something going on all day. Running Hell was probably a lot of work, but you still had no idea what exactly his job was. You thought the King did most of the paperwork, but with the amount your boyfriend brought home, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Once the water had warmed up, you climbed into the modern-style shower, preparing yourself for the news to come.

~ < ~ > ~

You sat on the toilet in the gas station you had bought the tests from. You didn’t want to risk Lucifer walking in on you taking one, especially when you didn’t know how he would react to a child at all.

Angels weren’t supposed to have children but… he didn’t seem to like to follow God’s rules very often.

Your phone buzzing interrupted your thoughts, the timer ending meaning it was time.

You took a deep breath and looked at the test that lay in your shaking hand. Under normal circumstances, you would have been disgusted by having to pee on a stick, but this time was different.

It was positive.

~ < ~ > ~

You were sitting on your bed, unable to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

“(Y/n). Please tell me what’s going on,” Lucifer said, his voice much more stern than it usually was. “You’re worrying me.”

“I don’t know how else to say this,” you started carefully, picking your words. “But I’m pregnant.”

Lucifer froze. His eyes dropped to your stomach. It seemed like an eternity before a wide smile spread across his face and he stepped forward, grabbing your legs and picking you up. His lips locked onto your and your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping you in that position as he spun you around.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, “yeah we are.”

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Gamora X Reader: Galactic Love

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Prompt: Reader-chan and Gamora realize their feelings for each other while on a mission.

Warnings: This is really short... (Like me!)

Author: Yulta~

“On my count,” Gamora whispered, hiding behind a pillar in a low crouch, “kill those two. I’ll get the three on the left.”

You nodded, readying your daggers. With one in each hand, you were ready.

“One, two,” she paused, “three!”

You surged up, your blade leaving your hands at almost the same time, only needing a second to aim.

All five men dropped, and you ran forward to grab your weapons.

“Nice shots!” Gamora called, doing the same.

“Yeah well,” you started, “they have to be, with Peter getting himself captured so often. I think we save him more than we do the galaxy.”

Gamora just laughed and straightened, and the two of you kicked down the metal door that lead to the prison cell.

She pushed you in and pushed you against the wall, hiding behind something from a group of guards that was passing.

You gazed into her eyes as her body pressed against yours, her warm puffs of breath going right to your nose. You tilted your head up and kissed her, your lips melting on to each other.

It only lasted a minute before she pulled away, both of you breathless.

“Let’s continue this later,” Gamora said, turning away with a smile.

She couldn’t see it, but you were smiling too.

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Loki x Reader: Falling Apart

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Prompt: Reader-chan is anorexic because of the bullying in school. Her boyfriend, Loki, tries to help.

Warnings: Anorexia, bullying, and swearing.

Author: Yulta~

You felt a tear slip down your face as you sat on the bathroom toilet, waiting for the bell to ring to symbolize the end of lunch. This is what you did every day, hid out in the bathroom, waiting for free time to end. You didn’t really have any friends or anywhere to go, and if you ventured out your own your bullies would find you.

So you resorted to this.

Every. Single. Day.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if you could just text your boyfriend, Loki, the entire time, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want him to know anything was wrong, he had enough to deal with without your problems too.

He was a god and all.

You had no idea what the hell you did to deserve him, and meeting him had just been a stupid accident, so the last thing you wanted was to bother and annoy him away.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. You stood and wiped your face, hoping it wasn’t red or puffy... or worse, both.

Your legs felt weak, but you were used to it. It was probably from the lack of nutrition, but that was a small price to pay for the perfect body.

You unlocked the stall door and swung it open. You froze as you saw who was standing in the mirror; your three main bullies.

Lily, the ringleader of the group, turned around when she noticed you.

“Well look who it is! Our favourite bitch, (Y/n)!” Lily sneered. The three took a few taunting steps forward, smirks beginning to appear on their faces.

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

“The world would be better off if you were dead.”

“Why don’t we show you what you deserve?”

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Half an hour later, you lay on the bathroom floor, unable to move. They probably hadn’t hurt you that bad but paired with your fragileness, the damage was terrible.

You felt yourself crying as you realized you only had one valid option.

You pulled out your phone and pressed one, initiating the speed-dial.

The other line picked up right away. “Hello?” The familiar voice said, sounding slightly confused. “Is everything okay darling?”

“Loki...” you whimpered. You weren’t sure what to say.

“(Y/n)? Talk to me,” he said.

“Help...” You managed, before you dropped your phone, giving up.

A few seconds later, Loki appeared beside you, his expression smeared with worry. “What the hell happened?” He demanded, his hands glowing as he began to heal you carefully.

You didn’t answer, instead just letting him take care of your broken body.

“Is this why you’ve been skipping meals recently?” He questioned, and you nodded.

You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, but you should have known he cared about you too much to ignore it.

“Have the girls been hurting you?” He said gently though you could hear the anger in his tone.

You only nodded again.

“I’m going to help you through everything, okay? I love you (Y/n). I’ll always be here to protect you. We’ll get through everything.”