Currently craving a Comedy and 'Slice of Life' mini series about a Reader who is completely and utterly average. They don't excel in anything, but they don't suck at anything either. Everything they do, average, not outstanding, but not terrible either. Everytime they react, average, not dramatic, but not emotionless either. They're basically the perfect inbetween, if we're talking Goldilocks, but you get the gist... A true Y/N / [Name] [Last Name] / Reader
For example, being surrounded by different deres: Yanderes, Kuuderes, Tsunderes, etc. Another example could be: Werewolves, Vampires, Witches/Wizards, etc. They're surrounded by stereotypes but oblivious and ignorant to it. Like the delinquent, the nerd, the bully, the popular or rich person, etc, but on STEROIDS. In a way, it's sort-of like: 'The Truman Show'(ig) and 'The Disastrous Life of Saiki K'.
BUT the reader is the ONLY average person in the 'verse while everyone else has their extreme. They're basically an NPC / background character yet somehow still attracts attention/other stereotypes or vice versa with the characters attracting more of eachother and reader, just pulling eachother in somehow, whether Platonic or Romantic.
Side Note: For extra comedy, we NEVER read in the Reader's POV, only the characters despite their obviously strange perspectives, opinions, wording/speech, etc. and especially of how they view other characters and reader cause I think it'd be hella ironic for a yandere to find a tsundere weird.
Hi, can I have the warband from Miniature Marines having a snuggle-fest with the reader, but they need to get up for work, but every time they try the astartes snuggle even more, so they feel REALLY guilty and end up staying there for hours. Need a fix if cute baby Astartes 🥰
𓆩⟡𓆪 You can have these lil buggers! They will seduce you with their cuteness, chirps and sad(fake) cries! Look away! They are like sirens!
𓆩⟡𓆪 Do note these lil guys are getting a remodel.
Summary: Work calls, but so do your little marines.
||Words: 1.1k+.||TW// Missed Work.
The alarm on your phone ever slowly wakes you up. The ringtone slipping into your dream, confusing you before you realize where the source is coming from. A groan leaving your lips while you shift in the bed to turn the dastardly thing off.
Yet you may there for a second more. Thinking. Unwilling to leave the warmth of your bed just yet. The feeling reminding you of the days you used to wake up at an ungodly hour just to get on a bus full of other sleep children. Well, until that group of friends take the back seats of the bus, but that won’t make you money just rotting in bed all day long.
You shift again, forcing yourself to lean up in your bed. A few tiny grumbles and huffs surrounding you when you do. The light weight of what feels like jawbreakers rolling into your lap as your eyes look down to find the rather adorable source.
Sarvak the tiny World Eater and Saveth the Night Lord were curled around one another. The two always fighting and teasing but it seems in their sleep they forgive one another. Snuggling close like twin brothers, but you know they will pull apart and hiss at one another when they awaken. That is more so amusing.
Scarab the Thousand Son seems to be in a strange, otherworldly hover. His armored form crisscrossed but still hovering you're bedding as if meditating. You’re surprised you don’t question the possibilities of this marine. To be curious of how he’s doing that, but you think that would be like messing with a Ouija Board. You might get cursed or something kin to that. You just… leave him be with the way he sleeps.
Atheloca the Death Guard, perhaps the sweetest one of the group is already awake. Always awakening when you do, giving you a hallow stare with that helmet of his but the sounds he makes too are of the latter. He always tries to sway you to sleep longer so he could snuggle close into your warmth once more. His sounds almost sad-like while he purrs up at you, and honestly? You’re not sure if you’ll want to go to work this morning.
Perhaps you can make an excuse? Get a doctor’s note from the apothecary… but knowing some apothecaries? They would rather let you work to death unless it affects a marine. Maybe you could say the little marines are not sleeping well? Ah, but apothecaries are much more keen than regular human doctors… hmm.
You must have zoned out for a moment as a second alarm spooks you out of it. Your reaction like a car jumping to the ceiling. Of course, you didn’t but it did spook the rest of the marines awake. Growls and hisses leaving every single one of them, expecting something to be dangerous but no. It was just you getting spooked by the alarm.
“Sorry.” You apologize softly, your hand coming down to steady and pat every single blue, red and green armor that has rolled further into your lap like your lap was a doodlebug awaiting. “Didn’t mean to frighten.”
Sarvak grumbles and huffs at you, more focused on putting his anger on Saveth who hisses and chirps at him like a frightened bat. Scarab says nothing but he does stop his strange hovering. He’s now standing on your knee looking up at you with disdain or curiosity. You’re unsure.
Atheloca, again, is awake from the first alarm. Rumbling up at you, grasping on of your fingers that tries to soothe them all. His helm hollow yet his moment says otherwise.
“I should get to work.” You sigh, trying to move your hand away from Atheloca but it seems as if he doesn’t want to let you go. A low but rather cute warning sound coming from him as he pulls your finger back to him as if to say ‘Stay.’
“Cute.” A sound of tired amusement comes from you as you shake your head. Perhaps he knows that you’re not getting enough sleep yourself? Perhaps he knows you don’t like your job? You don’t know what goes down through their tiny minds, but you do know that you care for them. They are not to be disregarded. You’ll be damned to have your bones crushed by a brother World Eater, a psycho mind from a Thousand Son, a rotten body from a Death Guard or your skin being flayed by a Night Lord. You were tasked to protect them, feed them… You wouldn’t want to risk angering Astartes than your work.
“I need to make money to live.” You coo softly down at them. Trying to convince them (and yourself) that it’s how it’s going to go. Your fingers gently patting the top of their helms to try and soothe them once more.
Yet Atheloca isn’t having it. Neither is the rest of them.
All of them are chirping and growling at you. Telling you off, surely, but you can’t understand any of their words. They all just sound like a flock of Finches or Budgies to you, and it didn’t help that you could imagine them with angry fluffed up fathers too. It was cute but slightly annoying…
“It’s how we humans live.” You sigh, shaking your head at them as if disappointed in them. “Work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s what the working class does.”
They didn’t seem at all pleased with that answer. You could feel their gaze turning into a ticklish fire and you can’t help that twitch of a smile. You know, the one where your parents think you’re lying but you’re not? You just somehow find it funny?
Oh, but they don’t think it’s funny.
A deep sigh leaves your lips when they seem to have a collective thought to give you their best pouting performance you could ever see from them. Saveth and Atheloca don’t hesitate to be vocal and give you their heart-breaking cries while Sarvak and Scarab don’t even look at you as if you killed their trust.
Oh, damn it all.
You scoop them all up and into your arms. Their surprised squeaks feeling very amusing to you as you lay back down on your back. Letting tiny marines to settle on your chest. Your hand coming up to slightly cup them to protect them from an imaginary threat.
“You’re lucky.” You scoff, pretending to be angry. Your eyes looking them over one by one. “Lucky that you’re all cute and stubborn… You win this round.”
Sarvak chuffs back out you, seemingly not liking to be called cute but you do see him perk up at another challenge… Scarab doesn’t do much but settles back into his hovering, meditating state. Though it definitely feels as if he’s more relaxed than usual. Saveth doesn’t hesitate to curl right up to you, and neither does Atheloca. The little love bugs you sometimes tease them with. They don’t know what ‘love bug’ means but tilt tone sounds attentive.
Gosh, you’re so lucky you get paid handsomely to keep them alive.
yandere, reverse harem, yandere reverse harem, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere
Hoping to try something new and earn a bit of money on the side, you join an app that lets people hire you for your dating services. The idea is pretty straightforward — you pose as the client's girlfriend for a brief period of time, and in turn, you receive payment. But you didn't foresee everyone getting so attached to you, and suddenly, they're no longer satisfied with a fabricated relationship.
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“...you can do what now?”
“Hire someone to date you,” your friend, Ava, repeats. She chuckles and waves you off dismissively. “Come on, [Name]. It’s the modern age. People are always coming up with new things these days. I’m willing to bet there’s an app or website out there for practically anything.”
You blink in disbelief. Granted, there is all kinds of crazy shit going on in the world, and you’ve heard of companionship services before—like escorts or sugar baby arrangements—but to hear that something like this is trending nowadays is still undeniably a shock.
“Here, look,” Ava gestures, pulling out her phone. “I was curious, so I downloaded the app the other day just to check out.”
“Uh, don’t you already have a boyfriend?”
“He knows I was just browsing. I showed him too, and we scrolled through some stuff together. A lot of the profiles on here are wild,” she laughs. “It’s crazy what people advertise they’re willing to do. Get a load of this guy. He says he’s down to meet your family and make a total ass out of himself just so that he lowers your parents’ standards and the next real boyfriend you get will look way better by comparison.”
“Fucking hell,” you mutter. “I can’t tell if this is actually real, or just some new meme template.”
“Of course it’s real! I think you’re underestimating how lonely people these days are. There’s definitely a lot of money to be made in this industry. Just look at how much people are willing to blow on their favorite streamer, even though they’ve never met them a day in their life. Dating’s gotten a lot more complicated lately, so I guess some people just want to skip past the troublesome parts and experience what it’s like to be with someone.”
You furrow your brows. The whole thing sounds incredibly sad when you think of it that way. People would rather pay for a fabricated relationship than put in the time and effort towards building something real? Loneliness is starting to sound like an actual epidemic nowadays.
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t judge people without understanding where they’re coming from,” you acknowledge. “It’s not like I know what they’ve been through. Times are changing and all. It sounds like this is actually starting to become pretty mainstream.”
Ava nods chipperly. “Yep! I mean, I love my boyfriend, so I’m definitely not the target audience, but maybe it’s what some people need to gain a little boost of confidence and get back into the dating scene. I doubt everyone uses it in a romantic sense too. There are people out there that just want a bit of company every now and then. Isn’t it nice that they have someone to spend time with this way?”
“Yeah… I guess that’s true.”
Honestly, you’re still struggling to fully wrap your head around this. You understand the premise well enough, but you can’t really get past the part about accepting payment just to provide someone with a fabricated experience. Then again, you suppose that’s the case for most things nowadays. People are willing to spend the brunt of their earnings on in-game purchases for video games and other things that aren’t tangible in the real world, because even though they aren’t necessarily organic, it still provides them with some satisfaction.
Long story short, it’s not up to you to decide what does or doesn’t make someone else happy, and you suppose as long as it’s executed in a professional manner, there’s nothing wrong with meeting new people this way.
“Hey, I’ve got a great idea,” Ava suddenly perks up. “You should join this app! You’re super pretty, smart, and nice. I bet you’d have loads of guys lining up to hire you as their girlfriend!”
“Me?” You blink repeatedly, shuffling backwards the closer she leans in. “I mean, I just don’t think I’m the right person for the job. If it makes people happy, then I support it, but deep down, I worry I’d feel like I’m exploiting someone’s feelings just for a few extra bucks. Morally speaking, I’m not so sure I like the idea…”
“It’s not exploitation,” she insists. “People know what they’re signing up for. At the end of the day, it’s a buyer-seller relationship. Someone pays for the service being advertised, and they receive it. As long as you’re not ambiguous about what you’re willing to do for the amount that you’re charging, people know what to expect. Of course, I’m sure there might be the occasional asshole here and there, but if they do anything inappropriate or violate the terms, you can report them through the app and they’ll be banned from using it.”
You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Some extra money would be nice. You’re a university student with all sorts of loans, so it’s not like you’ve got excess cash lying around. And it’s also true that you’ve been looking to apply for a new job lately, since your old manager was a total ass and you ended up quitting.
Still. A girlfriend-for-hire? Someone like you? It’s just really difficult to imagine.
“I actually think it’d be a good experience,” Ava goes on. “You’ve never really put yourself out there before. I know everyone dates at their own pace and stuff, but you shouldn’t have to be afraid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet some cool people and want to date them for real. And even if you don’t end up going for them, you still make some money, so either way, you’ve got nothing to lose.”
You chuckle weakly. “Yeah, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m better suited for traditional jobs. But thanks for the vote of confidence. I’m glad you think people would actually be willing to pay to date me.”
“Girl, you seriously need to believe in yourself more,” Ava sighs. “I’m telling you, you’re a catch. But at the end of the day, it’s your call. You shouldn’t force yourself into anything if you feel uncomfortable.”
You smile and nod in agreement, and sensing your discomfort, Ava decides to change the topic.
But for some reason, you feel a twinge in your chest, and it’s hard to keep your mind from wandering.
Later that same day, you’re lounging on the couch, mouth agape, having just downloaded the app on your own phone.
“What the hell am I doing…?”
You tell yourself that it’s just simple curiosity. Yeah. That’s all it is. Ava piqued your interest earlier, and now you just want to scroll through in more detail to get a better sense of what kind of people use this platform.
The app is called ‘Partner For Hire’. The name isn’t particularly inspired, you have to admit, but you suppose it communicates its point rather effectively and leaves no room for ambiguity. Ultimately, this is a transactional relationship, and it’s probably for the best that clients know what to expect.
You can use the app as either a buyer or seller. Meaning that you can create your profile and advertise your services, or simply list yourself as a prospective client and what your hobbies and interests are. In that sense, it’s kind of similar to most dating apps, since you have to take a flattering photo to go along with whatever blurb you’re providing. Of course, just because you try to solicit someone’s services doesn’t mean there’s any guarantee they’ll accept. This is an app where you can run everything yourself, and of course the company takes a cut of your profits, rather than an agency that matches you with a client regardless of whether you want to accept the job or not.
There’s definitely a lot of flexibility, and you can easily choose who you want to pretend to date. If someone is interested in hiring you, they submit a request to be able to contact you, and once you accept, you can message them directly and establish the terms of the dating contract, such as the length and what particular services will be provided.
You scroll through the list of boyfriends/girlfriends being advertised on the app, and honestly, it seems like there’s a decent amount of money to be made. Of course, a lot of that comes with building a good reputation and improving your ratings and visibility so more people will want to hire you, but it actually seems like a decent amount of people are able to make a living off this sort of thing.
You bite down on your lower lip. Should you really go ahead and just do it? Like Ava said, there’s probably not much to lose. All the transactions are managed on the app, so you can easily report people who try to skip out on paying. Clients have to link their banking and personal info, so they’d be taking on a big risk by trying to scam people. You’re sure it might happen from time to time, but based on the reviews you’ve read, the company is really good at enforcing their policies and making sure everyone gets paid.
The money seems good, and it would definitely help take some pressure off your student loans, but ultimately, the biggest thing you’re struggling with is your moral compass.
People are willing to spend money for this kind of thing, and that’s entirely their choice to make, so it’s not like you’re extorting them or anything. Still… you wonder if it’s actually okay to profit off of someone else’s loneliness. You’ve never worked the kind of job that requires you to cater directly to another person’s emotions, and it kind of freaks you out.
But maybe Ava is right. There are all sorts of people in this world. Maybe some of them are just curious to try the app out. Maybe others just want to get their families off their back by pretending like they’re dating someone for a little while. There’s no way to discern everyone’s motivations, so perhaps there’s really no point in thinking about it at all.
Most importantly, this could be a good thing for you. Life has been stagnant recently, and it’s true that you usually hesitate to put yourself out there. You’ll never learn what you do or don’t like if you keep on avoiding everything. This could be a chance to learn a lot about other people, but also, to learn more about yourself.
Yeah. It’s time to stop overthinking for a change and just try something new.
Thus, feeling unusually determined, you spend the rest of the day setting up your profile (finding nice selfies was the longest part of the whole ordeal), and with a resolved huff, you post it and officially go live on the app.
You’re not really sure what you were expecting, but needless to say, there isn’t any immediate feedback. It probably takes a while for people to stumble across your profile, and even then, there’s no guarantee they’ll want to go out with you.
I guess I was getting worked up for no reason. Certain people might find success with this kind of thing, but it’s probably not as easy as it looks.
You scratch your cheek, suddenly sheepish over how needlessly excited you got earlier. You’re not used to stepping out of your comfort zone, so you must have gotten a bit carried away.
For the rest of the evening, you set your phone aside and come back to reality. You get some homework done, make dinner, and by the time you’re ready for bed, you’ve pretty much forgotten about the whole thing altogether.
That is, until you check and see that you’ve missed a notification.
“Huh? Someone viewed my profile and wants to message me?”
You’re undeniably taken aback. Not just because it’s happening a lot sooner than you expected, but also because it means that contrary to what you first thought, people are interested in you.
Having minimal experience when it comes to dating and romance in general, you have to admit, the thought of being viewed as desirable is immensely flattering.
Curious to see who wants to hire your services, you click on the user’s profile.
His name is Isaac, and he’s twenty-one years old, set to complete his undergraduate studies at the end of the year. He goes to a different university than yours, thankfully, because you can’t help but feel like it would be incredibly awkward to bump into him on campus after pretending to be his girlfriend. He’s studying to become a doctor, which means he’s still got a lot of school ahead of him, but you’ve always had a lot of admiration for people who are willing to commit to their goals and work hard.
Also, even though you don’t want to sound shallow or anything… he’s really, really attractive.
You frown. Granted, there’s more to a person than their appearance, but based on how he comes across in his profile and what his future career is, he doesn’t strike you as the type of person who would struggle to date someone.
But again, you can never know what’s going on in a stranger’s life. And there’s no real way to find out why he decided to join the app.
Apart from speaking to him directly, of course.
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After a momentary delay, the screen loads into a messaging interface, allowing you to see what Isaac sent you and respond to him directly.
You stare at the messages without blinking, just taking it all in. So, there really are people like him out there, who use these apps for reasons other than seeking companionship. It sounds like he’s not too interested in dating for real, but his parents are putting a lot of pressure on him, so he just wants an escape. Honestly, you can’t blame him for it. Your parents were overbearing for the better portion of your life—even now, as an adult—so you can understand just how suffocating it gets at times.
All of a sudden, you don’t feel too bad about accepting the job. It doesn’t feel like exploitation in the slightest. In fact, you’d be helping someone resolve a frustration situation, while getting paid in the process. It actually sounds like it could be rather fulfilling.
More importantly, you decided to be more confident and try something new. You refuse to back out now.
You stare at the messages without blinking, just taking it all in. So, there really are people like him out there, who use these apps for reasons other than seeking companionship. It sounds like he’s not too interested in dating for real, but his parents are putting a lot of pressure on him, so he just wants an escape. Honestly, you can’t blame him for it. Your parents were overbearing for the better portion of your life—even now, as an adult—so you can understand just how suffocating it gets at times.
All of a sudden, you don’t feel too bad about accepting the job. It doesn’t feel like exploitation in the slightest. In fact, you’d be helping someone resolve a frustration situation, while getting paid in the process. It actually sounds like it could be rather fulfilling.
More importantly, you decided to be more confident and try something new. You refuse to back out now.
[𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞]:
You’re admittedly a bit nervous, especially since you want to do a good job and avoid letting him down, but mostly, you’re feeling excited. All of this is uncharted territory for you, after all. Never in a million years would you have imagined taking on a job like this.
And you really shouldn’t have.
You don’t know it yet, but this will be the cause of many, many regrets.
Shit. I’m starting to have second thoughts.
Even now, you still can’t believe you’re really going through with this. After talking to Isaac and ironing out the finer details, you agreed to join him for a family gathering and pose as his girlfriend. You expected for him to have quite a few requests, but luckily, he seems pretty laid back about the whole thing. The better portion of your conversation was spent on getting your stories straight so as not to incur any suspicion, and since you’ve always been a good student and a hard worker, you promptly memorized everything there was to know.
And now, it’s finally time to put this plan in motion.
“Hey,” Isaac greets. “[Name], right?”
It’s the evening, since his parents are hosting a dinner party. The event is supposed to be pretty casual, but you still dressed up semi-formal in the hopes of making a good impression. He never explicitly mentioned how strict his parents are, but since they’ve been on his case about getting a girlfriend, it never hurts to go the extra mile.
"Hi, Isaac,” you smile. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“You, too,” he nods. He’s considerably taller than you, and every bit as handsome as his picture suggested. Unless his personality is god-awful (which you probably would’ve picked up on after messaging him for so long), you’ve got a good feeling that most girls would be interested in him.
Still, everyone is different. He might have really high standards, or maybe he wants to focus on his studies, or perhaps it’s just a case of having never met the right person. Whatever the reason may be, his parents shouldn’t be pressuring him to date someone, and if you have the means to help him out, you’ll happily do it.
“You look really nice,” Isaac says. He tilts his head to the side. “I hope you didn’t feel like you had to dress up to impress anyone. The most important part is that they believe I’m seeing someone so that they finally ease up a bit.”
“Oh, I just did this for my own peace of mind,” you reassure. “I made sure to memorize everything you told me in advance, so I’m confident I can convince them that we’re the real deal. Even though this is technically my first day on the job… I promise not to let you down.”
You blush, feeling rather flustered. The idea of being someone’s hired girlfriend is still a lot to wrap your head around, and you certainly don’t want to make empty promises, but you have every intention of giving it your best shot. Isaac is in a stressful situation, and you’re resolved to do whatever you can to fix it.
“Can’t wait to get this over with,” Isaac sighs. He opens the passenger door and gestures for you to step inside the car. “Don’t worry. I know you might be feeling a bit uneasy, but I promise I’m not a serial killer or anything like that. I won’t hold it against you if you have 911 ready on speed dial until we get to my parents’ house.”
“I trust you,” you insist. “I’ve heard good things about this app, and it sounds like they take safety seriously. They’ve got your information in their system, after all. Plus, I can tell that you’re a nice guy. It’s just a gut feeling.”
“I appreciate it,” he smiles. “Anyways… I guess I’ve stalled for long enough. You can probably tell that I really don’t feel like going. But the sooner I get them off my back, the better.”
“I’ll be the best girlfriend you can ask for,” you beam.
It’s a promise to him, but also to yourself. You are committed to taking this new job seriously, and for the rest of the evening, you will do whatever it takes to blend into the role that’s been thrust upon you. There’s no reason to get worked up. At the end of the day, all of this is pretend. It won’t be anywhere near as complicated as a real relationship.
Right?
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The traveling star: the lamb and the shepherd pt.1?(Gender neutral human reader x incubus)
SFW!
TW: Magical manipulation/coercion, loss of consciousness, mild body horror (eye strain/pain)
The forest was blooming with life this lovely afternoon, the air thick with a strong flowery scent. The birds were oddly quiet, and so were all the other animals. As you walked into the depths of the forest, you saw a young man. His choice of clothing suggested that he might be a shepherd; how curious, though a swain without his sheep. He stood in a blossom-filled clearing. You stared in awe at this youthful man, your heart pounding against your ribcage the more you looked at him.
He didn’t seem to notice you at first, too dazed to perceive your presence as he stared off into the distance.
“Hello?” you said, almost shyly.
His gaze was torn from the scenery to your figure. All the air fled from your lungs as your eyes locked onto his. He had beautiful deep eyes and lovely dark umber skin with an amber undertone. His hair, dark as dusk, was like a heavy, long curtain made of silk, so shiny that even elves would envy such a seemingly perfect waterfall of softness.
His eyes were bottomless pits of darkness, reminding you of how spilled ink swirls near candlelight at dusk. His stature was imposing and towering, but his body was sinuous, with almost an undertone of femininity to him.
Before you could get lost in his sublime beauty, he spoke. “Good afternoon. Who are you, pretty thing?” His voice was androgynous, velvety, and melodic, carrying a soft, honeyed drawl.
You told him your name. He chuckled, a sweet smile curling on his lips. “Oh, oh! Don't you know it’s a dangerous thing to be tellin' someone like me your name?” His gaze didn't leave your visage.
“What do you mean?” you asked, curious. You were tempted to get closer to him. His smile turned into a sly grin. His heart seemed to betray a longing for companionship; he seemed like an open book, but it's true that first impressions can often be deceiving. You dismissed the thought, already one foot deep into your future grave.
The farther you walked toward the man, the more overwhelmed you became with a sweet, tooth-rotting scent that, mixed with the already lush woods, made your mind feel foggy.
“That's it, sugar. Come on closer... just focus on my voice.”
You couldn’t control your body anymore. You needed to be in his arms; you wanted to be his. These weren’t your thoughts. Once you were within arm's reach, he sat on the soft mossy grass with you in his lap. His rough hands caressed your face as if to coax sweet words from you. “Come on now, precious. I ain't gonna hurt you. I’m just plumb tired of only watchin' you from afar.”
You were trapped in his embrace. “What...?” Your voice trembled. “What... what are you?”
He nuzzled into your neck, his touch delicate and gentle. He licked the side of your neck, the sensation sharp and rhythmic, like a mother wolf tending to her pup.
“Answer me,” you choked out. You weren’t just scared anymore; you were terrified.
“My, my, darlin’,” he drawled, his breath warm against your skin. “You just calm yourself down now. I reckon I already told you, I won't harm a hair on your head.”
You were fighting with all your might against an overwhelming feeling of fullness blooming in your chest; your heart felt light, too weightless, as if you were becoming drunk on the sweetest of wines. You didn't understand; you were being betrayed by your own body.
“Darlin’, look into my eyes.” You looked into his deep, dark eyes. “Good, keep lookin’, sugar...”
Right there, in front of your blurry gaze, he revealed himself. His skin bled into a dark crimson color; his irises became a sunny, unnaturally bright yellow, and the black in his eyes shifted to his sclera. His once dark brunette hair was now the color of a full moon. From his spine, feathered wings and a tail emerged, as colorful as the plumage of a parrot. His hands grew claws. His rounded ears grew elf-like, pointing downward; although clearly non-human, he remained breathtaking.
You screamed, but you didn't beg, even though you desperately wanted to go home. He snarled, a sound so animalistic that no man could have made it. His obsidian-colored claws held you by the collar of your shirt. You didn't dare look up at him, too scared of what you might see. You squeezed your eyes shut, your whole being shaking in fear as the same body that had betrayed you now trembled.
He covered you with his body not restricting nor possessive, but rather using himself as a shield. He hated how much you were shaking. He knew his presence was intoxicating for most humans. He nuzzled into your neck. “Honey, I ain't mad at you.” His ears twitched as he heard that she was coming. “Shit...”
“Sweet thing... Please don't open your eyes,” he held you closer. “She will try to make you look at her, but that beast is far from what she says she is,” he whispered against your ear, the small wings on his lower back ruffling up and his ears flattening against his head.
Even with your eyes closed, you felt a strong, flashing light seep right through your eyelids. The smell that overwhelmed your senses was bittersweet; it was hard to describe, especially with your shaking body and foggy mind. The man, no, the monster above you held you closer.
He growled as she spoke. “Be not afraid, dearly beloved, for I have come to save your soul.” The woman's voice was a delight for the ears: soft, slightly deep, but still feminine.
“You stay away from ‘em, you beast!” the demon snapped at the woman.
“Azazel. Get up from the lamb; I only wish to see them.” You heard the woman step closer.
“No. You keep your filthy hands away from ‘em, Raphael. This one is mine.”
The air was filled with tension. You just wanted to go home; you squirmed in Azazel's hold. “Let go! I wanna go home!”
Raphael chuckled. “See, Azazel? They don't want you!” She sounded smug. “After all, why would they want you? You're nothing but a tool of pleasure.”
Azazel hissed, “Sweetheart, please don't open your eyes.”
You didn't listen. By opening your eyes, you saw something you couldn't describe even if you tried a vision so breathtaking and mind-numbing that it made your eyes feel as if they were bleeding. You fell unconscious to the ground. The only thing you could hear was your own heartbeat...
You woke up in your room. Azazel was tenderly holding your hand. “Honey!”
You backed away from him, your back hitting the wall. “What happened?!” your voice cracked. You were too exhausted from all the screaming and struggling.
“Calm down, sugar. I will explain everything to you.”
You were shaking once more. Azazel hated that; he didn't want you to be afraid of him. After a long moment, he let go of your hand.
This was going to be a tedious morning...
Author note: Ok, so I was a bit rusty with writing but I like how it turned out! Let me know what you guys think :] have a lovely day. As always my ask are always open!
In a... Good.. way some would say. For someone who claims how evil and villainous you are, your schemes are... Just mostly harmless pranks.
It's adorable really, you're just some gremlin that view themselves differently but it's okay they still love you! They're delusional - though they don't know that - enough to accept your flaws. After all, they're just another part of YOU that they love.
Who are they, you ask? Why, your suitors of course! Though... They weren't ALWAYS your suitors, right?
Carmine Fleuin, a powerful CEO, thought you were annoying at first. You DID ruined his whole moment- okay maybe he's just a little petty and all you did was spill some wine on his expensive outfit. He looked up at you, furious and ready to berate whoever did this to him but you just cackle and ran away before he can even do anything. It took a while for him to start falling for you mostly due to the fact you two only met during events but now he can't help letting out a chuckle when he sees you play a prank on someone.
Dolion Curran, the cashier at the convenience store, just sighs in exasperation. Listen... If you're going to be devious, choose on a day where he's alone or else his boss or his ass-kisser coworker chewing him out on what YOU did. It isn't until one day, you found him smoking under the bus stop and offering him some of your snacks that you carried that after that he thought that maybe you're not so bad. Crazy how a simple act of vulnerability can change a person. He wishes to see that side again. Can you stop stealing from the store though.
Stella Bourne, the baker from your favourite bakery, greets you happily every time she sees you. You may have irked just a pinch whenever you litter in and outside the bakery but you always paid full price for the products and felt guilty enough to pick up your littering when you thought she's not looking even if she technically watching your every move. Oh you're so cute! Maybe you should let her into your heart so you don't have to force this facade that you're keeping up! It's not a facade, you're a gremlin with manners not morals.
Charlie "Charred Drink" Almond, influencer or streamer on the move, is eager to extort that sweet sweet clout whenever he even caught sight of you. It got to the point chat thought you two were dating low-key but pretending to create elaborate scenes and pranks for entertaining the viewers. Hey! You know what would be an amazing idea?? How about you and him make a video about the tips on scoring a date with you as his special guest! Yeah, he's not going to fight the allegations, if anything he's laying on his stomach, rose in mouth, chin on his palms and swinging his legs like a cheerleader ranting to her bestie about her crush for you. Hey, wanna live with him? You'll be amazing for the couple goals trends.
Through cherry tinted glasses they may see but collectively they all agree and know how harmless you are. Maybe you should tell them how you set cars on fire and was charged for arson once.
meet camden "cam" marshall and kamari "kj" jenkins from bastrop, louisiana–twenty two, best friends, and one hundred percent straight, even though they drive to the outskirts of their middle-of-nowhere town to fuck each other every friday. sometimes, it's in kj's truck. other days it's against a tree cam will carve their initials into after. they get bug bites on their ass and come back home stinking like sweat... and each other.
...last week, they were startled to find you watching them from the middle of a nearby swampy lake. eyes full of wonder and completely nude as you swim closer. they are so different from you. the same but somehow different, you find. your stare drags downward to the dicks they don't bother hiding, too busy staring at your bare tip when you swim yourself a little higher.
"i'll be damned..." kj breathes out on a huff of disbelief. the words cause your eyes to flick to him. his body wants to shudder under your gaze. cam remains quiet. "ain't never seen a peeper as pretty as you..."
you're eyes squint, not understanding him. smiling a little at the look on your face, kj turns to cam. a silent moment passes between the two of them before cam repositions himself back onto the tree he was using to keep himself upright, stroking his cock with out looking away from you.
"keep goin'," he croaks out, spreading his feet apart like they were before. kj slides behind him with no objections, smacking his head into cam's ass a few times before plunging back inside.
kj swivels his head after the third thrust to check if you're still watching. you are and he grins. pounding into cam with a little extra force this time.
a series of one-shots where you, (name) (I.name) navigates their rather boring life as a seemingly 2nd year student at the prestigious Yuuei --pretty NPC-like, as your peers say.
(various! bnha x gn! reader x ocs)
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• notes: some OCS are taken from other people, please message me if it's not okay - credits to @yoiquu on instagram for moritsuka segi, her art is amazing!
• extra note: if anyone wants their oc's added here, chat me! mwahahah. (you are also signing up to be a beta reader... teehee /j)
• extra extra note: is it bad thing all the x readers im creating rn have witch-based powers? sorry I just love witched based mcs, so more of them will be coming soonn... *evil laughs*
part two (coming soon) ° masterlist
ONE-SHOT #1: im an NPC in my own story.
WHEN the words "Yuuei" erupts from the tongue, it is often coming from prestige. A single word that lets the masses come into unity, countless excitement that bounces off the crowd.
It is a word held with respect, dignity, and admiration -- Japan's most beloved hero school. A institution that produces top-quality heroes -- the ones that shine brightly in holographic cards. The press punting their headlines with their strained smiles, when blood heroically draws down their temples -- those kinds.
The heroes that have all age groups gape their mouths and foam for an autograph.
The heroes that have the mass bust out in cheers when they come to the scene, the sign of hope that'll overthrow the darkness the lurks everywhere. They come to lift up the burdens the cruel word has placed on your shoulders, aiming to alleviate whatever strings your heart.
So ask every kindergartener their dreams, in hasty babbles the words "doctor" or "lawyer" do not emerge -- it is now hero. Eyes glittering with pride, a dream that explodes and follows them when they reach their teenager years.
Then, ask every teenager what their dream was. With a phone slammed down to the desk, and a passion that flurries through, this is what is heard.
"I want to study at U. A, obviously!"
It really is the naive dream, to save the people, to push through when hope has disappeared. To always have people gape their eyes at you, it is what every student dreams off when they stare off in the middle of math class. To join in the competitive roster filled with students who like you, have worked years off to join UA, is something short of special.
So when results come, and with your trembling hands -- the holographic Aizawa emerges and unenthusiastically informs you that UA was in your reach. You believed that this was the beginning of your life. The blooming start of an eventful journey. One you'd tell the noisy grandchildren when you lounge in the rocking chair.
But, that really was far from the damn truth.
Here you were, splattered across your desk -- the snores of a classmate beside you. The class is filled with the grating sound, a cacophony of tired, restless students that blends together.
It is far from exciting spars, showcasing of unique quirks, and the inspirational path of an aspiring hero. Instead, the days are filled with overdue performance tasks and group projects that have you staring at a screen.
"Do you feel like an NPC sometimes," a voice calls out, a pen tapping against your desk.
Lifting up to meet the gaze of the person, it flickers to the large horns adorned on the mop of brown hair. Reeling your gaze back to the sage eyes that bore into your being -- desperate for an answer.
"Moritsuka," you sigh, the grogginess invading your tone. "Can, can you let me sleep?"
Placing the pen to your forehead, he gives a light flick. "This is what you get for chugging 2 red bulls, didn't I say to get proper sleep?"
A groan is heard from you, pushing it away. "Just because you work under recovery girl doesn't mean you have to solve my health-related issues."
"I do try to lessen the workload in the infirmary, " he states, dragging the pen lightly. "Especially from students overdosing themselves on cheap energy drinks."
"Redbulls not cheap, not at all!"
He only stares at you, an awkward silence emerging from the gaze.
"Moritsuka is right though," another chimes in, their presence squeezing between your space.
"On the sleep schedule?" you mutter with a hint of annoyance, rising up from your nap.
"Nah," the girl lightly dusts off your shoulders, putting herself on your chair. "I mean the NPC stuff."
"This again?" a huff of exasperation emerges from your mouth, looking at Moritsuka. Who's gaze lingers on your long enough, before you sigh again.
"Come on Moritsuka. don't feed Miuna with vour bullshit theories again." you drawl out, a cheek to your palm.
"They're not theories if they can be proven," Moritsuka argues, but it's done in a cool collected way than the offensive tone, which makes you boil a bit.
"And I can definitely prove that!" Miuna butts in, her palm slapped onto your desk. Hearing more students groan and rise up from their quick naps. "I mean, we're in the damn hero course -- but it's so boring! We don't do any fun stuff compared to our seniors! No special treatment! Like some fodder that pops up..."
You turn to find Moritsuka nodding at every word Miuna pushes out, his horns weighing in -- your eyes wander over the visible neck strain. It causes you to shake your head, hands patting on the boy's shoulder.
"Miu," you say to your babbling friend. "Stop before Moritsuka here ends up with a neck injury."
"A neck injury means he supports and acknowledges that it is more than just bullshit!"
"Can't you wait til" lunch?" you plead, ushering the two away. "Free time is the only time I'm not being fried by school or with the illumati theories, have mercy." The two shrug in unison, their voice still bustling with absurd theories. Ranging from the miniscule "we are totally just fodder" to "man, what if we're in some anime!". You end up groaning, burying your face deep in the wooden chair. The voices increase in volume, as the heated discussion bounces off to other sleep-derived students who were seemingly engaged.
God, let this end.
A soft presence rubs itself on your ankles, looking down - your sour demeanor bursts and evaporates away. Fingers reaching over to brush over the soft fur of the familiar blasting affections to you.
"You're tired too, hm?" you smile with gentleness, scratching the back of its' ears. It hums back, slithering into your lap when it curls into contempt. The noises of chattering muffles out when you continue to pat it down -- a calm feeling surrounding your being.
"Besom," the tone of your voice is quiet, gentle when it perks her ears up. "You're not supposed to be... here until it's hero training right?" you question -- a small hiss to your concerned query.
"Man, calm down," you sighed, "just concerned, you might get hurt."
Besom only nuzzles itself deeper into your lap, the fuzzy creature putting on an affectionate display.
"You definitely just want food, don't you?" the deadpan in your tone serious, letting your tongue click from the disappointment. "Such palisman you are."
Just when you reach to your bag, the speakers boom with volumes loud enough that Besom jumps from her position. In a split second, she takes on a defensive stance when sparkles of energy starts to emerge.
There has been a Level 3 security breach.
You hear the monotone voice announces, reaching to every crevice of the room.
The blaring red lights flash over the classroom, the once heated discussion of theories now turned into questions of panic. The sleep-deprived students now fully aware when their hands curl into punches, their quirks sparking from their hands.
All students please evacuate outdoors promptly.
With urgency, the commanding voice of your class representative breaks through the alarms. Her voice slightly shakes yet you find her in the front lines, urging everyone to come out. She stays at the front, like a shield you bask in when crisis comes -- head turning back to make sure all is complete.
"Class 2B," voice filled with authority, "Stay close with one another! If someone gets lost use your phone or contact via Kokoro's telepathy!" she reminds over the packed crowd, her groans and struggles heard.
The hallways were dead filled, each and every student filling in every spot. They push, scream, hurdle and it's warm. The crowding and panics make you clutch onto Besom, her comforting nuzzle helps you navigate through overwhelming crowds.
Just then, she immediately detaches herself from your hold. Sifting through small gaps the crowd leaves, slithering through it with ease. With a gasp, you follow after her steps, saying sorry to every student you push. (and a quiet curse to some random blonde who angrily stepped on you.)
Besom seemingly is out of your sight, nowhere to be found. Yet, you only give a light pat and chant to your bracelet.
"Appare Vestigum," a glow emerges from you, a light flickering against the groups. It takes the form of Besom, her shape highlighted as it moves animatedly.
Her movements are erratic, the subtle glow switching from one to the next -- even leaping over the heads of even more confused students. Taking the opposite direction of the exit door. She successfully evades the crowded area, her direction turning to the stairs.
"W-wait up!" your breaths almost come to choke you, stopping yourself to atleast inhale some bit of air. "B-besom, where the hell are you going?" You slide over to the stairs, a gulp in your throat. But you find her glowing figure descend further and further, the rationale part of your mind wonders why you couldn't just summon her back to your arms. With a mental facepalm, you whip out your wand -- when a man's voice ripples through your bracelet. You look down, the crystal spurring in irregular patterns like a radio buffering.
A voice? The beat of your heart tells you to follow.
"Damn signal," you mutter, sighing when you find the light starting to fade -- a sign she may be too far. The lack of knowledge of where she was couldn't have you immediately teleport -- plus, the weird voice tells you it may not be wise. With a quick decision, you follow over her when you descend down.
After almost a workout, you find yourself in a familiar floor -- the faculty room.
Your face scrunches, the faculty room? The questions form in your head, you know the palisman wouldn't jump out of your arms to go to a room you both despised. Well, much less even have the energy to get out of your arms. (don't tell Besom that.)
Weirdly enough, the faculty is empty, the doors seem swung open in a hurry. Some paperwork still at the entrance, there you find her -- finally, hidden over the hinges. Her body slightly peeking over, then you hear it again -- the voice. The same one you heard earlier, now clearer and nearer.
With a shaking body, you slowly march over to her side. Eyes over the looking by the windows, holding onto her with care when you assess the room.
Then, there he was -- a... a student?
He walked around the faculty, almost clueless. Squinting slightly, you didn't recognize him, much less even see him from orientation. His foreign look should've given you a lasting impression, with shoulder length blond hair curled at the ends with his violet eyes desperately searching around.
Oh, a transfer student? You muse to yourself, the pieces coming together. He must've mistook this for some room, or whatever. Especially with the alarms or something.
With relief, you emerge from the hiding spot, alerting him of your presence.
He only jumps, scrambling to his feet -- sweat pouring down.
"Calm down," you strut up to him in a slow pace, showing you aren't of any harm.
"You new here?" looking at him with an akward gaze, shifting to english. "Are you a foreigner?"
He gulps, hands clasped together as it shakes. He nods, his body screams like he's been caught or something.
You only raise a brow at how he is, "Uh, from where are you?"
"F-france," he whispers, his accent slips through.
"Ah, no worries!" you lighten up, "I'll make it easier for you..."
Hovering your fingers to form a shape, a subtle light emerges from your fingertips. Words and symbols start to detach and form all over, swirling beautifully against your hands the warmth making you sweat. Then it condenses to a single point, before bursting -- the essence fluttering to your heart, a swallow of heaviness when you stomach the feeling in.
"You aren't in the correct room, sir," you say in his native tongue, his surprise evident as his eyes widen with glee.
"You speak French!" he cheers, a flamboyancy emerging -- like sparkles all over his being. "That is incredibly spectacular!"
You give a slight nod, "Well, kinda? My quirk does... anyways, you're lost?" You turn over to the faculty sign, rearranging the words to show a hologram of it in French. "We're in the faculty room, you're not meant to be here -- didn't orientation teach you that?"
He once again awes at the display, spouting all kinds of praises. "Oh my, that quirk of your is so dazzling I must say!"
You only cough, "Answer the question, please?"
"Uh, my class didn't go through orientation..."
"Huh?"
He gives an embarrassed gaze, "Can you help me first? I'll tell you on the way back, I'm still not used to all this..." You give a nod, guiding him back -- taking the elevator. "Well, since the alarms are gone, I'll help. But you have to tell me, okay?"
I mean, it's kinda suspicious. You think to yourself, the weird feeling of someone watching over the two of you makes your heart heavy.
So when your hand is on his shoulder, gently coaxing him back -- your eyes is caught on as shadow, it blends seamlessly, but it is enough to have your skin filled with goosebumps. With a quick look around, there is light dust collecting by the edge of the door -- where a piece of paper used to lay.
What? You gulp, heart raising, grip almost tightening.
"What made you come here?" the boy interrupts your subtle gaze, when you two were nearing the elevator.
You look at your side, whistling to have Besom curl up by your shoulders. "This guy kinda went crazy, must've been the alarms. She's scared of them."
He squeals at the creature,
"She really is the cutest! What is her name?"
You reply and all he does is coo and let out squeals of delight.
"What is yours?" You tilt your head, now in the elevator leaning against the wall. Hearing some 80's groove subtly playing in the background -- Present Mic, you figured. "You must be a junior aren't you? What course?"
In a flamboyant display, he poses like a model with wind swooping over his luscious hair. Different from his scared display from earlier.
"Refer to me as the sparkling Yuga Aoyama!"
As if on cue, sparkles seem to surround him. Then he switches to another pose, and you feel like a background of golden roses come next.
"And for my course! For someone as dazzling as I am, naturally it is the hero course!"
Again, he switches to another pose, "Class 1-A to be exact, hold the applause!"
You pause, the puzzle pieces shifting together. "1-A? Is Mr. Aizawa your adviser?"
He gulps, nervousness seeping once again. "Yes... it is him."
A light laugh emerges from your mouth, "Ah, that says alot! One of my classmates would be proud your his junior. He's got a lot to say about that man. Is that why you weren't at orientation, faced the dreaded physical test?"
His simple nod answers everything all at once.
That makes your worries lift, returning back to a chiller demeanor.
He stops for a second, eyeing you. "Are you also at the amazing hero course?" You give a tired sigh, playing with Besom. "If you could call it that..." you whisper before addressing his concerns. "Yep, I guess I'm your senior. But, not a Mr. Aizawa child."
He bows down in a split second, addressing you with an honorfic that has your insides slowly die.
"God, no please," you shush him down, waving him away to straighten up. "No honorfics. I'd rather you just call me by my name."
When he meekly meets your gaze, he asks for your name.
Then, the elevator door finally dings, opening slowly. You find a small group of students in front of the humongous 1-A door. Seeing how a girl with short mousey brown hair waves to your direction, calling out to him in familarity.
You usher him away, but he stands to look at you, unmoving; almost desperate for an answer.
"Oh, my name..." you remember, quickly pushing him outside the door. Another huff, when Besom affectionately puts herself in your arms.
When the doors slowly close, you meet to him eye-to-eye, his usual quirkiness shows sincerity, and who were you to say no?
