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Thank you all so much, and welcome! I am very sorry that I haven’t gotten an imagine up in a while. My mind has just been not where it should be, and I totally loose my writing inspiration/motivation. I will get something up soon, I promise.
Love y’all bunches ~xoxo~
I would like to sinserely apologize to anyone whom I am writing a story/imagine for, anyone who has requested me to do something in my inbox, and anyone who has asked for my opinion on something, and has only gotten a three-worded answer. My friend’s death has affected me much more than I expected it to. I can’t even focus on school right now, let alone content for you all. I will try my best to fufill what is asked of me, but right now all I can handle is the dumb shitposts that I am positing at my own speed, and that’s only if I am motivated to do so. Some of you have sent me asks asking if I am okay, one of you saying that I haven’t been myself. The truth is, I don’t feel like myself. The death of my friend has drained me of my natural enthusiasm for life. I am able to fake it pretty well in person, but it is much more difficult over text on the internet where I don’t have facial expressions/tone of voice to mask up my sadness. It really is much harder than I thought it would be. I am sorry. I really am. One day I will be myself again. As of now, though, I don’t know who I am, but it sure isn’t the Leigh/Kaya we all know and love. I hope you all can understand that I am trying my best for you. I really am. It is just difficult, I have been trying to take care of my content for you all more than myself. I will still post things, but they will most likely be my own ideas at my own speed. If I get some kind of request or whatever from someone that is easy/simple to do without putting too much thought into it, I might get it done. Once again, I am truly sorry. Thank you for sitting through this, and I hope you all can understand.
Asbox Closed! (Temporarily)
Hello, everyone. I will be closing my ask box for a few days, maybe week. Don’t worry, I will be back! I am holding a giveaway on my main blog, @retro-leigh, and some of the prizes are imagines, and even a 3-5 chapter long short story! Therefore, I will be working my butt off with writing those for a while. I am just going to close the askbox on this blog so I don’t get overwhelmed. I believe I have two requests in my askbox right now, and I will get those done today or tomorrow. Any other requests will have to wait, though. I will be sure to make a post letting you all know when it is open again.
Thank you for understanding!
Leigh ~xoxo~
Hey, I just discovered your blog, and I really like how you write! Can I have a romantic fic with Richard? (Maybe they're watching the night sky, the stars and everything is so sweet and fluffy) ❤❤❤
Thank you! Sure thing, coming right up!
Richard x Reader
SFW
~~~
Sitting on your roof, you contently looked up at the night sky, admiring the stars’ bright contrast to their dark, mysterious background.
“(Y/N)?” You heard Richard say.
“Out here,” you said with a raised voice, hoping that he would hear you through the window.
Soon enough, Richard’s head poked out. “There you are,” he sighed with relief as he climbed through the window, “you had he scared half to death.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to come out here for a bit. The sky is very pretty tonight, don’t you think?”
“Uh-huh,” Richard replied, paying more attention to not falling off of the roof than answering your question. He sat down next to you, huddling close. “It’s chilly out here, you’re not cold?”
“I am, but it’s okay. I don’t mind.” You looked back up at the sky. Richard laid down flat on his back, and pulled you down with him. You cuddled into his side as he wrapped his arms around you. A thick silence formed between the two of you.
“So…how was your day?” Richard asked, trying to break the silence.
“Hush. Just enjoy the moment,” you whispered. You felt him shake his head, but he didn’t say another word.
A few minutes passed of you two just laying there, your head resting on his chest. Every rise and fall relaxed you more.
“I know I’m supposed to be quiet and enjoy the moment, but look at that one,” he said after a while, pointing up at the sky. You followed the direction of his finger. It led to a bright star, one that was brighter than the others.
“Oh, yeah, that one is very pretty. Good observation, Richard. I think that one’s my favorite,” you replied.
“Did you know that you can buy stars?” Richard inquired. You nodded in response, your cheek rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. “Maybe I could buy you that one. We could name it (Y/N).”
“No thanks. I appreciate the offer, but there’s no point. That isn’t the actual star. The actual star faded out a long time ago. What we are seeing is merely a projection. Buying that would be like buying a picture.” You felt Richard’s chest rumble beneath your head as he chuckled.
“I almost forgot how very smart you are.”
You craned your head and looked up at him with a smile. “Why, thank you,” you laughed. You scooted yourself up closer to his face and pressed a kiss to his lips, one that he soon returned.
Once you two parted Richard looked at you with a smirk. “I know this is cheesy as all hell, but you know I have to say it. The only thing prettier than these stars is your gorgeous face.”
You burst out laughing, “I don’t know if I should laugh or cringe.”
“Hey,” Richard snickered, “I compliment you and this is the thanks I get?”
You calmed down before saying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Thank you, honey.”
Richard pressed a kiss to your forehead with a smile. The two of you continued to look at the stars in a comfortable silence.
Imagine fiction between Paul and reader where they meet in a train and start talking with each other during they travels until one has to go out in his/her station?
Sure thing! There may be some minor inaccuracies, though I must shed light on the fact that I haven’t been on a train since I was five years old at the most, so please don’t throw rocks at me.
Paul x Reader
SFW
~~~
You breathlessly hurried onto the train. You were almost too late. To your confusion, you looked around to see that the train wasn’t that full. You shrugged it off, though, thankful that you didn’t have to awkwardly ask anyone if you could sit next to them.
Finding an empty seat, you sat next to the window and set your purse down on your lap. Once the train started moving, you wondered what you would do for the next hour and a half. You were too awake to fall asleep, so that was a bust.
A lightbulb went off in your head as you remembered that you had brought along a deck of cards. You went into your purse and found the cards. You were about to remove them from their casing when you realized that you had no flat surface to play solitaire on. Yes, you could go to the section of seats with tables, but you didn’t want to take up an entire table just for yourself.
You decided to just mindlessly shuffle the cards in your hands. As you fiddled with the cards’ cool surfaces, you looked out at the window, passing my trees and bushes. You looked up and watched the clouds, trying to make vivid objects out of them with your imagination.
As you become distracted by the clouds, your hand went limp for a second and dropped a few cards, some of them gliding under the seat in front of you.
“Shit,” you muttered to yourself, you tried to bend down and see if you could get them, but it was too dark under the seat for you to even see where they were.
“Here,” you heard someone say. You looked up at a man who had turned around from the seat in front of you, holding your cards for you.
“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry, I just don’t have a flat surface for these. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” you said out of embarrassment. You took the cards from his grasp and returned them to the deck.
“Don’t worry about it. I have a hardcover book I’m not currently reading. If you’d like to play a card game together, we could use it as something to set the cards on.”
You became even more embarrassed. This guy seemed nice and very cute, but you had no clue how to play any decent card games with another person.
“Uh…” you said with a nervous chuckle. “I only know how to play Go Fish.” You tried to cover up your nervousness with an awkward smile.
“Really? Not even War?” He asked with surprise. You shyly shook your head. “It’s easy. I can teach you if you’d like.”
You thought for a moment before thing: Why the hell not? We’re in a train, if he tries to kill me I’m sure somebody will notice.
You nodded with a smile before standing up, grabbing your purse, and joining him in his seat.
“I’m Paul, by the way,” he said, breaking out into a smile. It was a very addictive smile, big and enthusiastic. Even his eyes smiled, with crow’s feet forming at the corners.
“(Y/N),” you said, returning the smile.
~~~
A half an hour later, you were winning, always ending up with the card with the largest number.
“And that is the whole deck, time to count up, even though we all know I won,” you said with a cocky smile.
Paul chuckled, “I regret teaching you this game.” He stuck out his hand for you to hand him your cards. You did so, and he joined them with his cards, reforming the deck, making sure not a single card stuck out.
“Damn. Still another hour,” you huffed, falling back into your seat.
“An hour? Try another two and a half!”
“Touché,” you replied. An awkward silence fell over the two of you. Paul soon turned to you.
“So,” he began, “what do you do?”
“What do you do?”
“I asked you first!”
“I asked you second, big deal,” you replied.
“Well,” he huffed, “I’ve been in a few bands here and there.”
“Really?” You asked, turning towards him.
He nodded, “Yeah, I play guitar.”
“That’s so cool!” You said with I smile. “What genre?”
“Punk, Metal, you name it, I’ve played it,” he noted with confidence.
“Is that so?” You replied with a chuckle.
You two began to talk each other’s ears off, talking about anything and everything under the sun. You began to really like this guy. He was cute, funny, charming, what more could a girl ask for? You had totally forgotten that you were on a train. That is until it was announced that the train had stopped at your station.
“Oh no,” you stood up, gathering your things. “This is my stop.” Paul nodded with a faint smile. “Thank you for making this trip pass by so quickly, I really appreciate it. I hope the rest of your trip goes well.”
“It’s no problem,” Paul said, dismissing it with a hand wave, “and thank you, I think I’ll be alright. Here are your cards.” He handed you the box.
“Thank you. Well, goodbye,” you said. Paul smiled and gave a little wave. With that, you walked off of the train, almost a little sad.
As you walked to where you needed to go, you looked at the box of cards in your hand. You turned it over to reveal a series of numbers. A phone number! Paul must have written it on there when you were talking and distracted!
“Huh…cute and clever…I like this guy.”
Hi! Can i have a fluffy fic in which Olli and his girlfriend (the reader) go into a dog pound to adopt a dog and despite Olli doesn´t really want one he eventually fall in love with one when he saw the reader playing with it?, and he has to swallow his pride and admit how much he loves it ^^
Yay, an Ollie request! Sure thing, coming right up!
Oliver x Reader
SFW
~~~
“Come on, Ollie!” You exclaimed as you dragged your boyfriend down the sidewalk. You excitedly approached the local dog shelter with a great-big smile on your face.
“You can slow down, (Y/N). The dog shelter isn’t going anywhere,” Oliver huffed. He wasn’t exactly fond of the idea of getting a dog. You begged, though. You begged, and begged, and begged, and he could never say no to you, no matter how much he wanted to.
“But the perfect dog might! We need to find it before someone else does!” You hurriedly pulled him inside the shelter. You were immediately greeted with the barking of dozens of dogs. “Look at all of the puppies!” You practically shrieked. You dropped Ollie’s hand and went to explore. He quickly tagged along behind you.
“Are you sure you want a puppy? How about a fully grown dog? I’m sure it’d be easier to take care of,” Oliver suggested.
“Nope, we’re getting a puppy,” you declared with a smile. Oliver sighed, but did not protest. “So, what do you want? A Golden Retriever? A Labrador? Great Dane?” You began to list off every breed that popped up in your head.
“Don’t ask me, this all is on you. I don’t want a dog, I’m not going to choose it,” he said, crossing his long arms over his chest.
“Fine, be like that,” you said as you continued to look at dogs.
After petting and gawking at many dogs like a kid in a candy store, you came across a black Newfoundland with white paws. As soon as it made eye contact with you, it jumped up and down and barked. You picked it up, and it immediately began to lick your face.
“You’re a cutie! Ollie, I think I want this one.”
“A Newfoundland? (Y/N), those things huge, hairy beasts that slobber and shed everywhere. They’re a complete hassle!” He exclaimed. You turned back to look at him, dog still in your arms.
“Oh, quit being such a party pooper. Look at…him! He’s adorable!” You said, taking a moment to check it’s sex. You set him on the ground and began to rub his belly. You laugh as his tongue flops out of his mouth and he pants vigorously.
Ollie spectated as you played with the puppy. He really didn’t want a dog, but he knew he needed to get you one. You were becoming lonely during the days while he was off doing things with the band. Watching you laugh and giggle as the dog jumped on you and started licking your face made him smile.
“Well,” Oliver said as he squatted down next to you, “he does look pretty cool. I guess. Maybe he could be a good guard dog…” He tried not to swallow his pride, but it was getting harder and harder as he began to like the dog more, seeing the smile it put on your face. Ollie could practically feel the joy radiating off of your body.
“Can we please get him?” You asked with pleading eyes. Oliver reached down to pet the dog. It jumped up, leaning on him as it set it’s front paws on his chest. Laughter erupted from his chest, and began to scratch his back.
“Yes. We can get this one. He’s not so bad.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you leaned over and engulfed him in a hug, nearly crushing every bone in his body. “Come on,” he picked up the dog and stood up, “let’s adopt him and then we can go home and play with him more.” He handed the dog to you.
You were giddy with excitement, a smile stretching from ear to ear. You felt like the luckiest lady in the world, having the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
Uh.... Can i have a fluffy, cute fic where reader meets Flake (maybe in a coffe shop for example) and he fall in love with her and is like super nervous and sweet?
Yes! This is too cute nonnie! One Flake imagine coming right up!
Flake x Reader
SFW
~~~
The smell of fresh coffee grinds wafted into your nostrils as you entered the coffee shop, the little bell on the door signaling your arrival. You took a deep breath and smiled to yourself.
A perfect day in the shop, it was. It was chilly outside, the perfect weather for a steaming cup of coffee. It wasn’t too crowded, either. There was no line at the register, and none of the good tables were taken. In fact, almost none of the tables were taken, period. The shop was practically deserted, other than the group of men that sat at a table in the middle of the shop.
“You’re five minutes late today, (Y/N),” the barista, Jasefa, remarked with a smirk as you approached the register. She was younger woman, thin and graceful with long brown hair that was always tied up into a bun at work.
“I offer you my sincerest of apologies,” you began with a smile, friendly sarcasm ringing throughout your voice, “I got a little tied up at work today.”
“Well, I tried my best to keep your coffee as warm as possible for you,” she said as she handed you the usual cup of coffee that you had ordered at almost the exact same time nearly everyday for two years.
A beaming smile full of gratitude tugged at your lips, “You’re the best, Jasefa.” You pulled cash out of your wallet and paid for the coffee, along with the usual tip amount you gave her.
“You know the drill, if you need anything, come back here and get me.”
You nodded as you grabbed your cup of coffee and approached your favorite table to sit at. A small table that could only fit one, maybe two people, right by the window.
As you walked to your table, you passed by the group of men. They all conversed casually, except for one lanky man with glasses, who’s blue eyes were set on you. You offered him a warm smile as you walked by. He quickly looked down at his coffee cup and began to fiddle with his fingers.
You arrived at your table and set your purse on it before sitting in the chair. Making yourself comfortable, you unwrapped the scarf from around your neck and set it on the table before fishing through your purse and finding the book you were currently reading.
It was quite relaxing as you read. There was really no sound other than the sound of cars passing by from outside, and the occasional murmur from the table of men.
Do it.
Nein.
Come on, Flake, it’s just a lady.
I said nein.
I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. She’s just another human being, not a goddess that’s descended upon us mortals.
Can we just drop it?
She seems like a friendly lady. Watch, I’ll show you.
Nein! Just leave her alone!
“Excuse me, miss?”
It took you a moment to realize that you were the one that was being talked to. You turned towards the table of men. A smaller man, the smallest out of all of them, in fact, was leaning away from the table so he could talk to you. He displayed a friendly smile on his face, and crow’s feet appeared at the corners of his eyes.
“I’m sorry for bothering you, I just couldn’t help but notice that you have a book that one of us has been looking for. Where’d you get it?” He asked.
You looked down at your worn out copy of To Kill A Mockingbird. “Oh, this old thing?” You gestured at the frail pages that had faded into a light shade yellow over the years. “I got this many years ago in America. Although, if you are looking for it, there’s a bookstore not too far from here. I believe I passed by a copy of it a few weeks ago. It might still be there. Would you like the address?”
“That would be perfect. My friend, Flake, here has been dying to read it.” He gestured towards the man sitting across from him, the man who was looking at you when you were walking to your table. You smiled at him as you retrieved a pen and a napkin from your purse.
“It’s an amazing book,” you said as you tried to recall the address. You looked up at the man—Flake, you recalled his name being—and his eyes widened as he realized it was him you were talking to.
He cleared his throat before saying, “I’ve heard that from a few people.” His voice was quiet and very shy. You finally remembered the full address and wrote it down. You handed the napkin to Flake.
“It’s one of my absolute favorites, it has been since I was a child. If you’re into American literature, you will like it,” you explained with a smile on your lips, not breaking eye contact with him.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“My pleasure,” you said before turning back to your book.
The rest of the time you sat in silence, not having another encounter with the men. Once your coffee was finished and you were becoming fidgety from sitting down for too long, you stood up and packed your things back into your purse. Before you walked to the door, you looked down at Flake, who sure enough was looking at you, and offered him one more smile.
You walked out of the shop with a wave to Jasefa. As you walked down the street, you looked at your surroundings with a smile.
“Hey! Wait up!” You heard from behind you. You turned around to see Flake jogging towards you. You stopped walking and waited for him to catch up. He had your scarf in his hands. “You left this on the table.” He handed it to you.
“Oh, thank you so much!” You exclaimed. You wrapped it around your neck.
“You’re welcome. Also, I’d like to apologize for my friend disturbing you.”
“There’s no need to apologize, I don’t mind helping someone out when it comes to books,” you said with a smile.
“You see, that’s the thing. Neither of us were interested in the book, I don’t even think he knew what book you were reading. He just used it as an excuse to talk to you.” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
You nodded your head as realization dawned upon you. “Well, either way, it’s okay. No need to apologize.”
He smiled at you before saying, “I’m Flake. Well, my name is Christian, but everyone calls me Flake.”
“Nice you meet you, Flake,” you began, “my name is (Y/N).”
“(Y/N)…I like that name,” he said, not making eye contact with you throughout the entire statement. You could tell that statement was out of his comfort zone.
“Thank you,” you said.
“So, um, do you come here? Well I mean of course you do since you came today, but I mean do you come here a lot?” He asked, stumbling upon his words.
“I do. Everyday around now. If you’d like to join me tomorrow, I’d be thrilled.” You offered, knowing that it’s what he was hinting at. How bad could it be? Coffee with a nice, good looking guy, I don’t see why not.
“Oh, um, well, yes. If you’d like to, that is.” He said, stumbling upon his words once again. A light chuckle escaped your lips.
“It’s set, then.”
Hey guys. So, all that is in my asbox right now is dirty asks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m getting them done for y’all, it’s just that so far while I’m writing these, I think they’re complete shit. I have literally no experience with writing smut lmao, and it’s showing up in my writing. I’m going to be setting these aside for a bit, but I will come back to them once I think I’m capable of doing so. In the meantime, if y’all have any regular, fluffy or platonic imagine requests, send them in! I’ll definitely be able to get those done for you.
I’m so so sorry for the inconvenience. I just don’t want I put out shitty content, I want y’all to enjoy what I write for you.
Thank you for understanding!
Leigh ~xoxo~
Hello, everyone.
I’d like to sincerely apologize for not posting an imagine in a few days. I just haven’t had much inspiration with my writing. Don’t think that I’m ignoring/forgetting about your requests, though! I have most of them started, I just need to figure out how to finish them. They will all be up soon, I promise! Thank you for understanding and being as patient as you have been, I really appreciate it!
Lots of love,
Leigh ~xoxo~
can you write a flake smut please? ive never seen one on here and you’re definitely the person to fix that
I am truly honored to be the chosen one to change the lack of Flake smuts, though I must ask, is there anything else specific you’d like to add on? Any scenarios? I’m asking because it would really help me out with writing this so I can know where to go with the imagine. I want to write the imagine as close to your wants and expectations as possible. Thank you! ~xoxo~
Would you be able to write something where Paul and the reader enjoy a night in, watching films and roasting marshmallows and the like in front of a roaring fire?
Oof this is a cute one! Sure thing!
Paul x Reader
SFW
~~~
“Paul, why the hell did you buy jumbo marshmallows?” You asked, stepping outside with the bag of sugary confections in your hand. Paul looked up from the fire that he was tending to.
“They were on sale!” He said before trying to start the fire once again.
“These things are huge,” you said as you observed them through the clear, plastic bag. You looked back up at Paul. He was obviously struggling with keeping a consistent flame in the fire pit. “Honey, let me help you,” you said, stepping closer. Paul put his hand up.
“Nope! I’ve got this! You go inside and gather everything,” he said stubbornly. You sighed and rolled your eyes with a smile before stepping back inside.
You grabbed skewers for your marshmallows, ingredients for s’mores, a treat that you had introduced Paul to since they practically didn’t exist in Germany, and a blanket for the two of you to sit on. You stepped back outside right as Paul got a flame going.
“Ha! Aha! (Y/N), I did it! I give you: fire!” He exclaimed excitedly. You laughed at how proud he was.
“Good job, Honey.” You set everything down and laid the blanket on the ground, not too close to the fire, but close enough. You sat down, and Paul soon joined you. He put and arm around you and pulled you close. You leaned your head on his shoulder and watched the fire dance around. The only sounds were the chirping of crickets, and the fire’s occasional crackle.
“Could you pass me a marshmallow, please?” Paul asked after a bit. You reached over and grabbed the bag of marshmallows, along with two skewers. You opened the bag and handed one to Paul before grabbing one for yourself. You poked your marshmallow onto the metal skewer.
“Here you go,” you offered Paul a skewer, but he quickly declined.
“No thanks, I don’t need that. I’ve got this,” he held up a large stick that he picked up from the ground.
“Paul, that’s dirty,” you said as you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Nonsense,” he stuck his marshmallow on the stick before holding it out in the fire. “This is what they used in the old days, there’s no need for those expensive metal rods.”
“Honey. You were the one who bought these,” you pointed out.
Paul stayed silent for a moment before saying, “I’m using the stick!”
You laughed and lowered your marshmallow into the fire. “You’re gross.” Paul kept his marshmallow away from the direct flame, giving it a nice, golden-brown color. You, on the other hand, kept the marshmallow deep in the flame, letting it char to a dark black.
“Huh, you think I’m the gross one?” Paul asked as he pulled his marshmallow from the fire. He grabbed gram crackers and chocolate. “You scorch a perfectly good treat to the point where it’s practically disintegrated.” He set down the gram cracker, then sat confused for a moment. “What comes first, the marshmallow or the chocolate?”
“Usually chocolate goes first, but you can make it however you please.”
“Well, I’m going to put the marshmallow first because I am what they call: unique.” You laughed at his comment.
“Alright, Paulie.” You pulled your marshmallow from the fire, satisfied with its color. “Oh no,” you said as the marshmallow stayed on fire. You tried to blow it out, but to no avail. You began to fling it around, hoping that it would put the fire out. You accidentally flung it so hard that the marshmallow flew off of the skewer, and onto Paul’s sweater.
“Hey!” He said with a mouthful of s’mores. Your eyes widened as you looked at the mess you made.
“Maybe that’s enough marshmallow roasting for the night…” you said. Paul stood up and tried to inspect his sticky sweater in the dark. “You go change. I’ll put out the fire and meet you inside, and then we can watch a movie.”
“Alright. It better be a good movie, though,” he said before going inside. You put out the fire, and brought everything inside. You put in Paul’s favorite movie, and started to make popcorn. You were facing the microwave when Paul walked into the kitchen with a new shirt. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Sorry about your shirt,” you mumbled.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a sweater.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile. The microwave beeped, and you hurriedly opened the door and pulled out the bag.
“Ow! Hot!” You exclaimed at you threw the bag onto the counter.
“I’ll take care of it, love. You go to the living room and make yourself comfortable.” You nodded and walked out to the living room. You gathered a few different pillows and blankets, and set them on the couch you were on.
Paul walked out with a bowl full of popcorn. He sat it on the coffee table before sinking into the couch next to you. You pressed play on the movie.
Paul wrapped his arms around you, and you leaned your head against his chest with a content smile.
Would you be able to write a fic where Paul's giving the reader a nice, slow, sensuous and very romantic massage please?
Hey, I’ll get this posted for you, but I’m not sure if you wanted SFW or NSFW. Could you get back to me with specifications on this? Thank you! ~xoxo~
Do you write dirty imagines?
I’ve never written NSFW before, but I’m open to trying it! I’d just need feedback from y’all to see if it ends up cringe worthy or not 😂
Hey, I think your writing is amazing! Can you do a platonic one where Paul and the reader are best friends and he comforts the reader after a stressful day at work?
Awe, thank you, Anon! I really appreciate it! One platonic Paul imagine coming right up!
Paul x Reader (Platonic)
SFW
~~~
You hurriedly walked through the parking garage, trying to find your car. Once you spotted it, you smiled at it like it was they Holy Grail. You ran towards in and quickly unlocked it before sitting in it. Once you closed the door, you let out a long, exhausted sigh.
It was a horribly stressful day at work. It seemed as though you were assigned 1,000,001 jobs with no help at all. You checked yourself in the rear view mirror. There were dark circles under your eyes, and some of your hair was going crazy.
You lowered your head down on the steering wheel, accidentally honking your car’s horn. You jumped, putting a hand over your rapid heart. Someone walking by threw their hands up at you, and you had to raise your hand in an apologetic manner.
You buried your face in your hands and wished you could just lay in your bed without the long drive home. With a huff, you composed yourself, and started the ignition of the car. Before you could pull out of the parking garage, your phone rang. With an annoyed sigh, turned the car off and checked to see who the caller was. To your relief, it was just Paul, your best friend. You answered the call and held the phone to your ear.
“Hello?” You said. You never realized how tired your voice sounded until you talked to someone.
“Hallo! I just finished practice with the guys, wanna go grab some coffee?” You smiled at his joyful nature.
“Maybe another time, Paulie. I had a rough day at work, I think I’m just going to go home and lie down for a bit. I’ll call you when I’m free, though,” you explained. You felt bad turning him down like that, but you didn’t want to be tired around him and ruin any fun he was having.
“I’m on my way,” he said in a serious tone.
“What’s that?” You asked, thinking you misheard him.
“I’m on my way, I’ll be there in a few.” You sighed and closed your eyes.
“Paul, I’m not even on my way home yet, I just got to my car.” You appreciated his concern, but you weren’t ready for anymore tiring adventures.
“You go home and relax. I’ll be there in a bit. Tschüss!” Before you could answer, he hung up. Another long sigh escaped your lips.
“Oh, Paul,” you said as you started your car up once again and made your way home.
———
A fifteen minute drive home felt like an hour drive. Once you pulled up onto your driveway, you whispered, ‘thank you,’ many times. You didn’t know who to, but you were thankful that the day of madness was over.
You stepped out of the car and made your way to your front door. You quickly pulled out the correct key and unlocked it. Once you were inside your home, it felt as if every ounce of stress had left your body. You threw your purse to the couch, and stripped off your jacket, dropping it onto the floor.
“Hey!”
A high-pitched screech escaped your lips as you turned around towards the voice. Paul was standing there cracking up. You heaved in breaths and sat on the floor, trying to calm yourself down.
“Paul…what the fuck!” You heaved out.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said between fits of laughter. He bent down and helped you stand up. You slowly got up and sat on the couch.
“Paul, I’ve told you a million times, the house key is for emergencies only!” You huffed with frustration. You were about ready to steal it back from him.
“But this is an emergency, you had a bad day and that’s no good.” Before you could reply, he descended back into the kitchen.
“Good Lord,” you mumbled to yourself as you lowered your head to your hands. You heard Paul come back out to the living room. “I’m still mad at you,” you said, not even lifting your head from your hands.
“You sure about that?” He asked. You looked to him holding your favorite kind of coffee, still hot.
“Give me that,” you said as you snatched it from his hands. You smelled the coffee, and relaxation coursed throughout your body. You sipped it with a grateful smile. You looked up at Paul who was looking at you, sipping at his own coffee, and you quickly dropped the smile. “I’m still mad.” That was a lie. You forgave him after the coffee. You just wanted to give him a hard time for scaring you like he did.
“Alright,” he walked over to his backpack that was leaning against the wall and pulled out your favorite move, “How about now?”
Your lips tightened to a thin line in though as you wondered if you should drop the act or not. You pointed at the DVD player. He walked over to it and inserted the movie. Once it started playing, he looked over at you on the couch, then sat on one of the chairs next to the couch.
You started to feel bad for making him think you were mad at him. You scooted over to make room on the couch, loud enough so that he could hear it. You looked him in the eye, then down at the couch. He chuckled, stood up from his chair, and sat next to you.
“I truly am sorry you had a bad day. I can leave and let your relax, if you’d like,” Paul said out of sympathy.
“Shhh! The movie is starting…I’m not mad at you anymore but I’m still grumpy and tired so shut up,” you whispered. Paul chuckled, and turned his attention back to the movie. You grabbed a blanket from the side of the couch and laid it across the two of you. He smiled and put his arm around you. (In a friendly way, of course. *awkward wink*)
I have an important mission for you. There’s a lack of Ollie imagines in the community. It’s up to you to replenish the population of this endangered species, and restore harmony in mankind. It’s reader’s birthday, a party is thrown for her. Rammstein, all of her friends, some of Ollie’s friends are there, a large group of people. Reader gets overwhelmed easily. She runs off somewhere in the house and breaks down under pressure. Ollie finds her and comforts her. Romantic. Can I trust you, cadet?
*stands at attention* Yes, Sergeant. You can count on me. I will not let you down. *salutes you before marching off*
Oliver x Reader
SFW
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You sat on the loveseat in the living room, looking down at the glass of wine in your hand. The sound of chattering was so loud you could barely hear yourself think.
It was your birthday, and Oliver had decided to throw you a party. You were very grateful for having a caring boyfriend like himself, and appreciated the thought, but he really outdid himself. He invited Rammstein, some guys you were thrilled to chill with on your birthday. Then, he invited your two best friends, something you could easily tolerate. Then, many old friends from college, old jobs, mutual friendships, etc. that you hadn’t talked to in a very long time, which made things a little overwhelming. Then finally, some of his own friends that you had maybe exchanged three words with at most; that is when it was out of control.
You looked over to your left at Oliver, who was on the other side of the loveseat. He was leaned over the armrest talking to Paul who was sitting on the armrest of the couch.
“Um…Ollie,” you lightly said as you tapped your boyfriend’s shoulder. He glanced over, humming in response. “Can you ask Paul to sit on the couch?” You hated being that strict host, but you couldn’t help it. Your parents had enforced the, ‘don’t sit on the armrest,’ rule your entire life.
Oliver glanced back at Paul before looking back to you. “He is fine, liebling.”
“Oh, it is no problem. I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Paul said politely as he lowered himself onto the couch.
“It’s okay. Thank you.” You smiled. Oliver patted your shoulder.
“Wouldn’t you like to socialize? This is your party, after all.” You shook your head as you sipped your wine.
“I’m fine right here.” Oliver sighed, but turned back to Paul.
You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to tune out the overwhelming amount of people in your small home. Your calming state of mind was interrupted by a tap on you shoulder. You opened you’re eyes and looked back at a few girls that you hadn’t seen in person since college.
“This party is a little boring, dontcha think? How about we line up some shots in the kitchen?” One of them asked with a mischievous grin. You recalled her name being Michelle. You smiled politely and shook your head. “Come on, girl, it’s your birthday! Loosen up, have some fun!”
“Thank you, but I’m fine, really,” you said, beginning to lose your patience. She walked around the loveseat and grabbed your arm, trying to yank you up from your seat.
“I promise, it’ll be fine. It’ll relax you,” she began to say. You were halfway out of your seat, trying to sit back down, when Oliver hurriedly stood up. He towered over both you and Michelle.
“Hey now, she’s alright where she’s at. It’s her special day, she can do whatever she pleases. You go on ahead, though. Have some fun.” He said in a civil manner with a smile on his face.
Michelle shook her head with a smile. “Alright, but I better see you having some fun later on tonight, (Y/N)!” She pointed a finger at you before walking off to the kitchen with a few more girls.
Oliver turned to you, you were now standing up straight. “Are you okay? Knowing you, I’d imagine you’d like to go take some shots with those girls.” His expression was worried, along with his voice.
“I am fine, really. I think I just need some fresh air. I’ll be out back on the porch if you need me.” You said as you set you wine glass down on a nearby table. You couldn’t stand one more second in your own home. You felt like you were going to explode if one more person you weren’t familiar with tried to interact with you like they were your best friend.
“Would you like me to join you?” He asked with concern. He held your arm lightly. Your heart melted a little bit, and a smile fell upon your face.
“I will be alright. You talk to your friends. I need to get outside. Away from the crowd.” He smiled and nodded, letting his hand fall back to his side. You turned around and made your way to the back door. As you passed through people, they called your name, but you just kept walking as if you never heard them in the first place.
You made it outside, and shut the back door behind you with a huff. You closed your eyes with your back leaning against the door. Your heart was racing, your breathing was unsteady, your palms were sweating. You were about ready for a breakdown.
“Crowd got to ya?” You heard someone say. You opened your eyes, afraid that you just walked into another unwanted encounter. Thankfully, though, it was just Richard and Flake.
“What’re you two doing out here? You should be inside enjoying the party,” you said as you stepped closer to them.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Richard said through the cigarette in his mouth.
“Well,” you began with a chuckle, “you already answered your question.” You referred to his comment about the crowd.
“I see,” he took a drag of his cigarette, “Well, I’m out here in attempt to obey your, ‘no smoking in the house,’ rule.” He sighed, looking at the cigarette between his fingers.
“Sorry about that,” you muttered with embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Everyone’s got their boundaries,” he said with a shrug. After a moment, he pulled a carton of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and offered it to you. You hesitated for a moment before pulling one out. You held it to your mouth and let Richard light it.
“How about you?” You asked Flake as you blew the smoke out of your mouth.
He scoffed before saying, “Are you kidding me? I couldn’t stand another second in there. I don’t know anyone but you and the rest of the fellas in the band.”
“I hear ya, I really do,” you said before taking another drag.
“I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy your own birthday. Ollie really was trying his best to make it perfect for you.” Richard’s voice was sympathetic.
“Yeah, I know. I feel bad for not enjoying it. I just can’t do the whole crowds thing, especially with people I barely even know. I know I should just suck it up and enjoy it for his sake, but it’s hard,” you trailed off. You began to feel guilty, thinking about how much work Ollie had put into your party.
Richard put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, don’t be so down on yourself about it. Yeah, of course Ollie worked hard on your party, but only because he loves ya and wants to do everything he can for you. You can’t help the way you feel, and I’m sure if you told him, he’d understand.”
“He’s right,” Flake spoke up. You nodded your head.
“Yeah, I guess it would be a good idea to tell him. I’m just going to stay out here for a little longer, though. Try and cool down some.”
“You stay out here as long as you need,” Richard said as he dropped the cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out.
You heard the door open behind you. You turned around to see two of Oliver’s friends, they were obviously drunk. They came up on each side of you and put their arms around you. Your eyes widened, and your body immediately stiffened like a plank of wood. The half-finished cigarette dropped from your fingers and onto the concrete porch.
“There’s the birthday girl!” One of them exclaimed. His breath reeked of booze.
They both began to sway you around and sing ‘Happy Birthday.’ You started to feel sick.
“Happy Birthday dear…what’s your name, again?”
“Hey, leave her alone, wouldya?” Richard stepped in. He grabbed the arm of the guy on your right, and nodded to Flake. Flake grabbed the man on your left, and they stripped the two drunken men from your side. As the men began to argue with your friends, tears formed in your eyes, and your knees went weak.
You bolted into the house, and ran through it, trying to get to your room. It was the fastest you had ran in years. Every single person you ran by stopped what they were doing to look at you. Once you passed through the living room, Oliver immediately stood up from his spot.
“(Y/N)?” You heard him say. You kept running until you got into the room that you and Oliver shared. You slammed the door shut, and locked it with shaky hands.
You rushed to the corner of the room and stuck your head in the crook of the walls meeting. You let out a loud sob, not able to hold them back any more. Letting all of the emotions out felt good.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N), are you okay?” There we’re several knocks at the door, and you heard a few different voices. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You grabbed a tissue and wiped your eyes and cheeks of tears.
On your way to the door, you checked yourself in the mirror. Your face was red, along with your eyes, and your eyelashes were wet and clumped together, but there was nothing you could do about it at the moment.
You unlocked the door and opened it just a crack so you could see who was out there. Oliver was right in front of the door, with Till and Christoph behind him.
“Mein Gott,” Oliver whispered to himself. He wrapped his hand around the door and gently pushed it open more. You allowed him by stepping back. “What happened?”
You looked up at Till and Christoph. They both had worried looks on their faces. You poked your head out of the room before seeing everyone looking towards the bedroom.
The amount of unwanted attention made your lip quiver, and you ran back to your bed and flopped on it before crying again. You heard the door close, and the bed sink beside you.
“(Y/N), love, look at me,” Oliver said. You turned your head to the side and looked up at him. His eyebrows were furrowed with worry. “Talk to me. What is wrong?”
“I tried to enjoy myself, I really did. I just can’t handle all of these people that I barely know. The only people here that I’ve talked to regularly in the last year is the guys and the few girlfriends of mine. I’m sorry,” you said between sobs with a wobbly voice. You sucked in uneven breaths, and your head began to hurt from the excessive amount of crying.
“Oh, (Y/N),” Oliver began as he put a comforting hand on your back, “why didn’t you tell me this? I feel horrible now. I am sorry for ruining your birthday.”
You suddenly felt bad for making Oliver feel guilty. “Don’t apologize. Richard told me you were trying your best. That’s what counts. I just don’t want to go back out there. Especially after everyone saw my pre-meltdown run to the bedroom.”
“You don’t have to go back out. The guys and I will go clear everyone out,” he said before standing up. You quickly sat up, missing the feeling of his touch.
“Can you stay?” You asked desperately. Oliver looked at you and nodded with a warm smile. He walked to the door and poked his head out of the bedroom.
“Till. Till!” He called out. You couldn’t see Till, but you heard his footsteps near the bedroom. “Can you and the guys clear everyone out?”
“Sure thing,” Till said without question. Oliver shut the door and looked your way.
“I need to go clean myself up,” you said as you stood up.
“Nein,” Oliver walked to you and flopped onto the bed, pulling you down with him. “You will lay here with me so I can make you feel better.”
Without protest, you curled up against him, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. You felt his lanky arms wrap around you. “I am truly sorry. I never meant for this to be a disaster. I wanted you to have fun, but instead, you ended up in here crying all by yourself.”
“It’s okay, Ollie. Now you know. At least I’m with you now.” You smiled against his neck.
“Look here,” Oliver said. You looked up at him, and he was looking right into your eyes. “I will make it up to you. I promise.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Ollie?” A muffled voice came from the door, along with a knock. With a huff, Oliver untangled himself from you before standing up and opening the door. All of the guys were huddled around outside of your room.
“Everyone’s gone,” Till said. “We’re going to head out, but we need to give (Y/N) her presents first.”
You sat up at the mention of your name, and wiped your eyes quickly. Oliver moved out of the way, letting the guys into the room.
“Happy Birthday,” Till said. He handed you a box that was neatly wrapped. “Don’t get too worked up about tonight. Shit happens.”
“Thanks, Till,” you said with a smile. Till returned the smile before walking out of the room.
Richard stepped at the side of your bed and handed you a small wrapped present. You smiled at him, and he nodded before walking to the door. “Oh!” He said before leaving. He tossed you a pack of cigarettes. You opened it, revealing a third of the cigarettes left in the box. You looked at him with a questioning look. “I figured they’d come in handy,” he said with a smirk before walking out.
Paul walked up and handed you a gift that was sloppily wrapped with comics from the newspaper. You tried to suppress a laugh. “Sorry, my wrapping skills aren’t as advanced as Till’s.”
“Don’t apologize, I look forward to reading these,” you said with a laugh. Paul bent down and gave you a quick hug before walking out of the room.
Christoph walked up and shoved a card in your hands. It had some joke about getting old on the front, and when you opened it, $70 fell out.
“Thanks, grandma,” you said with a laugh.
Christoph shrugged, “Hey, if you don’t want it, I’ll happily take it back from you.”
“I’m just kidding,” you chuckled. “Thanks, Chris. I appreciate it.” He grinned and patted your shoulder before walking out.
Flake awkwardly handed you the present. You took it with a thankful smile and set it on the bed. You expected him to leave right away, but he stood there a few seconds before putting a hand on your shoulder. “I know tonight was overwhelming for you. It was for me, too. Don’t be embarrassed. You’re not alone. Happy Birthday.” Before you could respond, he walked out of the room to join the others.
Oliver stepped outside and exchanged a few words with the guys. When he entered the room again, you heard the front door open and close. Oliver walked up to you and extended his hand. “Come on.”
You slowly took it before standing up. “What’re you doing?”
“Making it up to you, like I promised, now come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“Out,” He said as he grabbed his car keys. You checked the clock on the bedside table and saw that the time was 10:00.
“But it’s late.”
“We’ll find something fun,” he said mischievously.
“But I want to open my presents!” You whined. Oliver laughed.
“They’ll be there when we get back. Now come on, it’s still your birthday.”
Use your imagination and put together a compilation of things only dive Reesh would say.
Ooooooh this’ll be fun! (I’m assuming you meant “diva Reesh”)
- “It’s not gay, it’s called fashion!”
- “What do you mean my shirt looks like a house plant?”
- “Oh, it’s okay, I’m famous. I can smoke wherever I want.”
- *waitress asks him to pay* “Honey, haven’t you heard? Stars never pay.” *walks out of diner*
- “You can’t tell me what to do, this is my world, I’ve already established that in a song of mine. Start paying attention, would you?” *tosses Emigrate CD to person*
- “I look so great, I would fuck myself right now if I could.”
- “Not anyone can play guitar in Rammstein. It takes someone with a specific set of skills like myself.”
- “I mean, Rammstein wouldn’t even be Rammstein without me, and we all know that.”
- “Well, I think we should go with my idea because my ideas are always the best.”
- “Out of my way, my initials are cooler than yours.”
- “Do you see this nice ass? I worked hard for it. Don’t disrespect me like that ever again.”
Okay so I know he’d probably never say any of these but I mean come on, we all know he’s thinking all of these!
You do platonic imagines to?! How bout Richard and reader, platonic a s f u c k
Hello, anon! I would love to write his for you, but could you be more specific with what you’d like? It could be anything, I just need a little bit more than “a platonic Richard imagine.” I’m sorry for the inconvenience!
