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Zero O’clock
“and you’re gonna be happy…and you’re gonna be happy. when everything is new, zero o’clock”
Summary: When everything seems to go wrong, you come home to the comfort of your boys and realize that maybe the universe isn’t against you.
Pairing: idol!bts x reader
Genre: fluff, comfort, soft
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: mentions of mental illness, some depression, sad thoughts, reader is struggling
A little drabble filled with major fluff and comfort for when you are having a bad day❤️
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Words always seemed to fail you when you needed them the most.
Today had been one of the most overstimulating days you have experienced in a long time, leaving you completely drained of any and all energy.
You were late to work because you had to run and get some last-minute supplies that you had failed to get the night before, you had almost run out of gas in your car and barely made it to work, and during an important meeting, your computer shut down because you forgot to charge it.
You had tried to hard not to melt down during the day; you couldn’t afford to let your feelings overwhelm you when you already had your boss and coworkers staring you down, just waiting for you to mess up again. You just wanted to go home and lay in your big makeshift nest, surrounded by your boyfriend’s scent.
Leaving the office finally, you went to make your way to your car, now filled with gas as you took a trip to the gas station on your lunch, leaving you with no food eaten all day, when it begins to rain, leaving you completely soaked by the time you make it inside your car.
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What Is Wrong With Me?
Pairing: Erik Destler x Reader
Summary: Reader is feeling sad while Erik is out. Erik comes back and comforts reader. Mental breakdown and feelings ensue. This is my first fic so please be nice to me<3
Warnings: Fluff, First Kiss, Sad Reader, literally nothing to worry about
AO3
Hopelessness. Pure hopelessness. That's what you were feeling. It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Erik had stepped out to do only God knows what and so here you lie on his couch, one of the only pieces of furniture in Erik's underground home. Feeling as if you've fallen into a deep, dark hole filled with nothing but your loneliness and self-pity.
"Angel?"
Your head whips around to face Erik only to turn it in the opposite direction just as quickly as to hide the dried tears on your face which you're sure are far too visible for him not to have seen already.
Erik didn't think much of you lying on his couch as he entered, which you had persuaded him to get because apparently he needed more then the bed he had provided for you since his coffin didn't count. Then he saw your face, the expression which stood somewhere between blank and sorrowful and the dried tears that laid on your cheeks. The scene before him broke his heart. He approached you as you tried to hide your face into your left shoulder and kneeled beside you.
"Angel, mon amour, what's wrong? Please tell me, I beg you!"
The desperate need in his voice to know what was wrong with you broke your heart. What on Earth could you say to him to explain this feeling. There was no explanation to this feeling, it was just simply there. The combination of all your overwhelming thoughts and crushing need to be vulnerable finally made your resolve snap.
It was like the rest of your tears that you had refused to shed were being held back by a dam and it finally broke. There was no way that you could stop the tears that were streaming down your face or the sobs that you were releasing that broke Erik's heart even more. Unable to give it another thought you launched yourself into beloveds arms. Your breakdown got even worse as you were filled with Erik's comfort and warmth as he tightened his arms around you.
"I don't know what's wrong with me."
Your words were choked out in between your sobs. You had never felt more helpless but Erik's hold on you made you feel loved and somewhat grounded. You had no idea what he was going to say if was even going to say anything at all. Though you were content to stay in his embrace for as long as possible.
Your tears died down and all that could be heard was your sniffles. You didn't want to let go of Erik and lose the warming comfort of his embrace but you knew you couldn't hold onto him forever. You reluctantly loosened your arms from around his neck but his grip around your waist didn't relent.
"Chéri,"
Your sentence was put short when Erik used a kiss to silence you. In all the times that you had imagined what your first kiss with Erik would be like you had never thought that it would happen right after you broke down in tears in his arms. Though, who were you to complain? You had waited for so long, not wanting to push Erik who had far too little affection given to him throughout the years until you came along. Erik pulled away though he wouldn't dare move farther away then a few inches so he rested his forehead against yours. The coldness of his mask sent a slight chill through you. He gazed into your eyes with love and longing and sympathy and you gazed back with the same sentiment. His voice filled the comfortable silence almost startling you.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, mon trésor."
The sentence almost made you burst into tears again although these tears would've been out of joy and love. You tightened your grip around his neck once again bringing you even closer. He removed a hand from around your waist and used it to wipe away some tears that still remained. A small smile found its way onto both of your faces and you had never felt more loved or more lucky to have Erik.
"Erik, mon coeur?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Making me feel loved."
"You are loved, mon ange."
"As are you, you are ma raison d'être."
"And you are ma raison de vivre."
You couldn't say how much longer you stayed in each others embrace. The only thing you know for sure is there were many more kisses and sweet nothings whispered in each others ears. Your kisses carried out into the night and you fell asleep in each others arms.
Long after sleep overcame the both of you, Erik's mask lie fallen onto the floor but that was a problem for the two of you to face in the morning.
translations:
mon amour: my love chéri: darling mon trésor: my treasure mon coeur: my heart mon ange: my angel ma raison d'être: my reason for being ma raison de vivre: my reason for living
Aemond x Depressed!Reader
Part two Part three
• Parents and Measters recognizing readers' melancholy personality at a young age
• Doing their best to care for reader without making them worse
• Parents loving reader without fail
• Parents crying because reader tried to show affection
"John! John!"
Lady Meraider shouted across the room as she interrupted her husband's meeting. Lord Meraider turned to face his wife with swift panic. Only to see a smile accompanied with tears. Lady Meraider practically fell into her lord husband's arms. She laughed through hiccups as Lord Meraider held her. She finally gained composer and loosened her grip on her husband.
"What is it my love? Why are your emotions out of control?"
"It's y/n, "
"Are they alright?!"
"Yes, yes! Everything is perfect!"
"Then what has happened?"
"I was talking with her Septa, about how her studies were going. And while we were talking y/n came into the room, all quiet as usual."
Lady Meraider gave way to tears again. Lord Meraider wiped her tears so she could continue.
"Y/N came in and decided she wanted a cuddle, it only lasted a minute or so before she left again, but Husband. She cuddled me of her own will!"
Thus time Lord Meraider gave way to tears along with his wife.
• Readers parents having high hopes for when they come of age
• Their daughter is wonderful who could not love her their special baby after all, all her peers enjoy her company, and many of them being males
• Parents already giving grand plans for thier daughters wedding
• Depressed!Daughter peers not liking/shaming them first their dreary disposition
• Daughters peers not liking that despite her constant sadness males are willing to try for her (they don't try too hard though)
• The mothers disappointment and the fathers anger when others flat out reject their daughter
Lord Meraider tossed his cutlery across his plate as he watched another lords daughter cut into his daughters dance. Only to see the boy agree to the other girl. The Meraider daughter doesn't look upset to the untrained eye, but her parents knew. They knew that they would both have to sleep that evening knowing their daughter would cry that night. Especially since this was the third dance she had been jilted.
"Fools, all of them. They should be grateful I even invited them here."
"I know husband, I know."
Both parents sigh as they watched their daughter gracefully leave the dance floor without causing a scene.
"Once day, I promise you wife. Our daughter may appear the be prey to these harlets, but she has a fire. I've seen it in her eyes. She will outshine them all."
• Lord Meraider sending his daughter to his brothers for a possible marriage pact
• Daughter not knowing who the marriage pact is with (if she knew she would not show)
• Reader helping her cousins get ready rather than herself, said cousins, having to heavily persuade reader to let them doll her up
• (Emerald or black dress) the dress readers cousins had made specifically for her
• Reader doesn't meet cousins potential betrothed, but he does see her
• Reader waits with her cousins in line from oldest to youngest while the potential husband arrives
A great storm begins to brew as the Baratheon's wait for their guest. All wait with excited nerves and cautious brains. All but one, the one who is unaware of who the guest really is. The storm rumbles through the keep, shaking windows, and the inhabitants' hearts. With a crash of lightning, another sound of thunder echoed about, only this one was different. It shook fear into the patient inhabitants, causing a few to gasp and jump in their place. Non but one recognized the sound.
"What was that?"
"Sounded like a Demon, or some monster."
"Stop trying to scare your sister!"
"It was just thunder."
The sound echoed again, but this time ahead of the thunder. With the sound of nature accompanying the ferocious entity it made the sound it emitted lounder than before. The inhabitants of the keep looked to the ceiling as the metal fixtures shook with the terrifying sound.
"That's not thunder."
The fear inside the room grew in an immense measure. The suitor was here.
• Reader stood with her cousins, she was just as nervous but was better put together from a strangers eye view
• The cousins had taken a step back leaving Depressed!Reader to be front and center
• When the daughters notice the distance between them and their cousins, they try to pull her back to them only for the prince's voice to stop them in their tracks
"It appears I have been mislead. Should I translate this to you trying to deceive the crown?"
The prince's voice echoed through the grand hall. The lord of the keep scoffed.
"You think I would purposely offend the brother of the crown? My prince, please tell what has offended you so that I may correct it?"
The prince let's a hum vibrate from him. As if in deep thought, he looks to the young woman. They girls reach for the one closest to the one eyed prince. There was only four children of the lord, yet he was seeing five young woman. Unbeknownst to them he had remembered and recognized one of them. One he had missed for a time.
"I seem to recall you only having four daughters. Why do I see five young woman in my presence?"
The lord did his best to not laugh. It was a simple mistake. One that could have been avoided if his forerunner had done his job.
"My apologies, my prince. Let me clear up any confusion."
• The lord introduced each of his daughters from eldest to youngest, each one avoided eye contact with the prince
• When his eye settled on the one he remembered, he caught her eyes on him before she gave him a deep bow
• The prince watched her as she was introduced, she stirred something from within him
• The lord suggested a dinner to be held to welcome the prince and his decision
• The prince had decided he would make his decision before the end of the night despite the lord wanting him to know the young lady's
"I will marry the sweetest one." Announced the prince as he removed himself from the dinner chair
• The lady's lined up, ready to wish the prince good rest, they were confused as the prince lingered
• The prince and lord shared a look as if to know what the other intended to do
"Just a kiss is all I ask, just one from each of you. I only ask for the sweetest one to be my wife." The prince stated before approaching the daughter closest to him. Each one shocked by the searching kiss from the prince. Each squeak from his daughters made the Lord worried and fearful. Worried for how his daughters will feel after the invasive proposition and fearful of the prince being displeased.
• When the prince kissed the reader, her whimper was the lowest in noise, nearly nonexistent compared to her cousins
• Their kiss lasted the longest, and the prince allowed his lips to move along
• Not to mention, he continued the kiss after the reader layed her hand on his forearm, he had immediately removed himself when one of her cousins had touched him
• The prince detached himself with a hum watching a readers eyes fluttered open
After a pause of watching the prince hold and stare down his niece, the lord spoke. "Has a decision been made, my prince? Have my daughters or niece met your standards?" Again the prince hummed, this time from deep within his throat. "Sweet." Was all the prince had said before exiting the dining hall.
Very self-indulgent this is. Thinking about fleshing this out into a full story. Depending on how motivated I am, this may or may not happen. Will most likely turn into an oc x Aemond instead of an x reader.