I Love When The Reader Is Unhinged Character Because Omfg

i love when the reader is unhinged character because omfg

ruthless doll.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: your boyfriend was the apple of your eye. the only one who could get you to be gentle rather than unhinged. that was the only motive for you to wear this sweet girl façade at the academy. based on this ask

c.w: unhinged reader, mentions to sex but it's nothing too improved, dirty talk on the beggining, submissive reader, bullying, feminine reader, lots of praising but also lots of degrading and cussing.

with a pout on your lips, your hands touched his thighs, pawing at him as you stared into his eyes with your shining teary ones.

"dove..." he warned, hand on the sides of your face as his thumb passed through your lips, your tongue touching it. "you're so pretty like this. all dolled up and crying." he smiled, sadistically. "who could've tell that such a pretty girl like you would be crying for cock? what a slut."

you sobbed pathetically on his finger, sucking more on his thumb.

you loved him so much. eyes always sparkling at him, lips curving into a smile everytime you saw him, you would always giggle like a high school girl everytime your fingers brushed, and you even had some jewelry with snowflakes in it depicting the fact that you were his. only because he didn’t allowed you to wear a collar with his name written in it.

all dolled up in pink bows, frilly skirts and baby pink embroidery on your socks and tops, you made sure to always look your best to him.

however, this didn't mean you were a doll with others. you could be even meaner than him, your temper was worse and you made sure to not let him notice it.

through gritted teeth, you flashed a smile to the girl who sat by your boyfriend's side in a group assignment.

"hey, what's your name again?" you asked, crossing your legs like a true lady while your eyes shone beautifully at her. the girl felt shivers down her spine only by looking at you as she saw your smile disappearing from your face. "your name. now, please. or are you deaf?"

the sudden deepness of your voice seemed to wake the girl up, who arched her brow back at you as an answer.

"my name is-"

"ok, i don't care enough about it. here's how it's gonna be, okay?" you leaned to her direction, arms on the desk as your pretty face looked dead into her eyes. "you're gonna get out of that seat right now, hm? we're gonna change seats and you're not gonna say a word about it."

"but i don't want to." the girl said, looking back at you as she gulped down.

"is not a question of want, dear." you paused, analysing her. "no, it actually is. i'm pretty sure you don't wanna get a black eye by how fucking hard i'll bash your head on a wall." you threatened, and that was enough for her to gather her things together and change seats with you. "see? it wasn't hard. now, the last thing i wanted to ask you, is simple and very easy to be done."

you sipped on your waterbottle, patting the girl's hair while smiling.

"you're not gonna get closer to my boyfriend. you'll never talk to him and not even breath the same air as he does, okay? you're supposed to be at least 4ft away from him." she nodded frantically, desperately. in her thoughts, she was calling you a crazy bitch.

and on yours, you were recieving headpats from coryo while being called a good girl, and when he sat by your side, he looked from you to the girl in front of you and didn't question anything, shrugging it off.

ah. he was so perfect for you.

you were afraid he would leave you if he found out about your temper, and so you always act like a doll, a submissive pretty doll who'd be his obedient bunny by the end of the day while cockwarming him.

you didn't know, however, that coryo was well aware of your temper. he always failed to hold his laugh everytime he heard or saw you being mean to anyone, even the ones you were supposed to be afraid of because of their status on high society or the fact they were taller than you by some inches.

it didn't matter. he found it to be the funniest thing in the world to see you bullying others with degrading words for anything that irritated you. he'd always look right into your pretty eyes with his cerulean ones while searching for any kind of the unhinged you that was always around when he wasn't nearby.

god, if only you knew he fell in love with you because of that unhinged personality of yours.

tags: @tiaamberxx

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This is so cute stop😭😭

Pure as the Driven Snow || Tom Blyth x Singer!reader

Summary: You surprise Tom as you sing Pure as the Driven Snow at a concert that he watches.

You’ve had the idea for quite a while now after watching the new Hunger Games with Tom. Rachel even thought it was a great idea as you practiced the song with her without Tom knowing.

You were at a concert in London, Tom slightly to the side of the crowd as he watches you like the supportive boyfriend he is. The crowd screamed the second you stepped on stage as you performed your songs with them, Tom singing along as he takes videos and photos of you.

Just as everyone thought the concert was going to end, Tom included, you speak up. “I have a little surprise for everyone,” You smile as you hear cheers, “I’m going to sing one final song,” You say as you grab your guitar.

You look directly at Tom as you start playing the tunes to the song as the crowd erupts in screams, immediately recognising the tune you were playing. Tom stood there stunned.

“Everyone’s born as clean as a whistle,” You sing into the mic as you close your eyes, really feeling the music. Tom’s eyes never left you. He watched with a smile during the entirety of the song as he couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’ve taken some hits, so no wonder I’m wary, It’s why, I need you,” You direct your gaze at Tom who looks at you with so much love in his eyes. Fans catch the interactions between the two lovers as they record it and take photos, going absolutely crazy. “You’re as pure as the driven snow,”

Tom takes a moment to feel his cheeks, they were hot as he smiles like a silly man at you. He had no idea that you were going to sing this at all. “This world goes blind when children are dying, I turn into dust but you never stop trying,”

You were an incredibly talented singer, everyone knew that. Your voice was perfection, perfect for this song as if it was made for you to sing. Your singing entranced everyone in the crowd, including Tom. “It’s why, I love you,” You once again direct your entire body towards Tom. “you’re as pure as the driven snow,”

You couldn’t help but slightly let out a laugh as you sing when Tom blows kisses at you. Fans caught this on camera as they screamed, finding the two of you so wholesome. The moment you finish the song, Tom wastes no time on running up on stage and sweeping you up from your feet, you giggle in pure bliss.

“I loved it,” He says in your ear over the loudness of the crowd. “I love you,” You take either side of his face in your hands as you stare at each other before he kisses you deeply. You almost got carried away until you remembered you had a crowd of hundreds watching the both of you.

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“Tom, everyone knows how your girlfriend, Y/n Abrams sang one of the songs from the movie, Pure as the Driven Snow was it? At her latest concert, can you tell us a little more about it?” Tom rubs his jawline as a smile makes it to his face, the memory of you singing that song to him still fresh on his mind.

“Yes uh well first of all, caught me by surprise that’s for sure,” He chuckles. “I’m a lucky man, she made me fall even more in love with her if that is even possible,” He admits as the interviewer smiles at him.

“Made you fall in love with me even more?” Was the first thing you say when Tom picks up the call. You hear silence on the other end before you hear his laugh, making you smile. “It’s true what I said darling,” Tom huskily says as you play with the ring he gave you on your finger.

“When are you coming back home, I miss you,” Tom could hear the pout through your voice as he chuckles. “On my way home right now, sweetheart.”

you cannot put tom blyth with blond curls AND buzzcut in front of me and expect me to not be blushing for almost 3 hours straight

Everywhere I go, I see his face

isn’t he just so dreamy

This is so cute omg😭😭

pookie first of all: CONGRATS ON 1K OMG!!! SO PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶

also: loving all the arranged marriage fics they’re all soso good I’m so happy and grateful ❤️

anywayss, I have a new idea!!

-either a new girl reader, and sejanus is immediately infatuated w her

-orr more of a peacekeeper!sejanus with a district/covey reader bc it’s literally stuck in my head so badly rn😭

thank you so much, congrats again🫶🫶

ps: wish me luck on midterms this week, I’m dying🙏

AHHH THANK YOU SO SO MUCH 🥰🥰🥰 im sorry this took so long, but im sure you did amazing on your midterms <3 also, peacekeeper!Sejanus and covey!reader mean the world to me (as does matchmaker Lucy Gray hehe)

The Covey are a flashy people, performers to their very soul and the most lively bunch you’ve ever seen. With a love of bright colors and music, it’s hard for any of you to fly under the radar when compared to the rest of the citizens of District Twelve, the people who will never claim you as their own but are happy to dance to your songs and send your cousin to fight to the death.

You, however, aren’t built for the stage. Your voice is better suited to singing lullabies than it is to performing on stage, and even the thought of that many eyes on you makes you feel like you’re on the verge of throwing up. Still, you contribute where you can, helping your cousins write their songs and being a willing audience when they need to test out something new, and you still work, sewing new clothes and patching up the old.

Lucy Gray is something of a momma bird, despite the fact that she’s only a handful of weeks older than you, and she’d rather see you set up and happy before running off with Coriolanus. Luckily for you, he has a friend who, in your opinion, is much kinder and cuter than his blonde counterpart. You’d tell him that, if only your tongue didn’t tie up in knots every time you made eye contact.

Walking towards the lake, Sejanus is sure to push any low-hanging branches out of the way for you, holding out his hand to help you over loose rocks and tangles of roots. The two of you talk the entire way there, almost oblivious to the people surrounding you and the feeling of Lucy Gray staring at you. If you turned around, you’re almost certain you’d catch her grinning.

When you finally make it to the dock, you try not to stare as Sejanus pulls off his shirt, turning away to pull off your own clothes, completely unaware of the way he blushes as he turns back towards the water, for reasons unrelated to the beating sun. No matter how obvious Sejanus makes his affection, it seems impossible to you that somebody like him could love you, and even just friendship seems a little unbelievable sometimes.

The two of you wait for your younger cousins to go splashing into the water, certain that if you had jumped in first, you would have gotten pummeled with water and flying limbs. Launching yourself into the water, you resurface with a giggle as you watch Lucy Gray leap into the lake with Coriolanus hot on her heels. Sejanus is treading water next to you, and the two of you share a smile as you watch Lucy Gray out of the corner of your eye.

“They’re something else, aren’t they?” You wish you were as trusting as Lucy Gray, able to just accept affection like you deserved it, but you’re too busy daydreaming to realize that Sejanus is looking at you like you’re something to be admired.

After about twenty minutes of Maude Ivory’s splashing, you grow tired and heave yourself onto the dock, drying off in the sunshine and dangling your feet into the water. Sejanus sits next to you, claiming that he’s never been the strongest swimmer and he’d rather sit with you on mostly-solid ground, but from the way Lucy Gray winks at you, you’re almost certain it’s just an excuse to sit next to you.

The rest of the afternoon is spent lying side by side with Sejanus in the sun, talking about whatever comes to mind and kicking at your younger cousins whenever they decide to try and tug you back into the water. It’s all sunshine and giggles, and there’s a strange feeling forming in your chest, right in the center of your ribs, a feeling that grows whenever Sejanus looks over at you, eyes half-closed from the sun but still full of a sort of adoration that’s completely foreign to you.

These are always your favorite days, your favorite moments, little pockets of sun dappled peace for you to hold close to your heart and revisit whenever you’re feeling down. The way Sejanus looks at you, smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, places a gentle hand on the bottom of your back to guide you over rough terrain, catapults today to the top of your heart, a precious little jewel to hold onto.

In those moments, replaying the day over in your head with a dreamy smile on your face, you don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing or reading too much into the way Sejanus seems to orbit you like you’re the sun, you just get to smile at the memory of the way his eyes crinkle with the intensity of his joy and the ghost of his warm palm on your back. And, no one can scold you for replaying these moments over and over, even though you’re much too nervous to ever say anything to Sejanus about the way your breath catches and your heart constricts whenever you see him.

Tagging my beloved @beybaldes because it feels illegal not to at this point