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ivysangel · 2 months

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surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to @hanasnx as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p

Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.

Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.

#jason todd lover #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd smut #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x fem!reader #red hood smut #red hood imagine

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 24 days

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Of All Things, I Became a Geovishap

You always imagined that if you woke up in the world of Genshin, the possibilities of being a Visionless wielder of elements and a slew of romantic shenanigans would lie in your wake. But when you instead find yourself in the body of a Geovishap with romance likely out of the question, your only conclusion is that the gods of reincarnation isekai hate your guts.

cw. you're a geovishap

pairing. zhongli x reader, xiao x reader, ganyu x reader, yun jin x reader (separate)

notes. don't feel like being a geovishap today? well go ahead and go to the series masterlist and see what your life could be if you were something else in genshin.

You know the saying 'all men are created equal'? Yeah, whoever made that clearly never woke up reincarnated as a geovishap.

You're not even a geovishap hatchling which is arguably cute enough that a kid could convince their parent to let them keep you as a pet. No, you're a fully grown geovishap and what typically happens when you get spotted? It's attempt to smite on sight. If it isn't someone screaming in fear, it's someone grabbing some sort of weapon to do you in themselves.

Yeah, not all creatures in Genshin are created equally. Hell if you were going to be some sort of Geo creature, why couldn't you be a Geo slime or something? Those are cute!

Either way, you definitely have your work cut out for you.

Zhongli

By far the best companion you could gain in your experience of being a geovishap... in Zhongli's present point and time. If this was him during his war god days? Well, you're pretty sure you would have been smited on sight unless you could convince the dude you were no threat to his becoming Archon

Thankfully as Zhongli is now, he's a lot more patient. Even better is the fact that he knows you're different than the other geovishaps, not to be the main character here

But Zhongli can tell there's something intrinsically wrong with you being a geovishap and considering the two of you can actually communicate with one another, without telling him his entire life is a series of codes and plot devices, you explain to him you're a human that's been turned into a geovishap and you'd really appreciate it if he could find a way to turn you back to normal

He has no immediate remedies for your troubles, but Zhongli promises that he'll let the adepti know not to let any harm come to you should they come across you

He also becomes great company, unexpectedly. Geovishaps aren't really ones to stay in groups outside of the breeding season (which you definitely want to avoid), so Zhongli reasons that this existence is one that is lonely for you

He visits you often and brings you foods you'd enjoy. Things the people eat, which you appreciate because you were getting tired of eating nothing but sunsettias everyday

Asks Cloud Retainer to craft some sort of communication device you can wear so you can communicate with any adeptus you come across. Or the Traveler so you don't just become resources during their adventure

He even teaches you more about the Geo element and how to best utilize those abilities as you are from creating stable structures to keep you safe from the elements when you sleep outside to giving yourself an extra boost to reach things as needed

You really appreciate Zhongli for treating you like the person you are despite the circumstances. Sometimes though he can't seem to help himself when he rests a hand atop of your rocky head gently when he reassures you that he'll find a away to turn you back to normal

You nudge against him when his eyes become clouded with nostalgia as he recalls friends long since passed and he'll learn against you with a small smile, thanking you for the comfort

He makes your rocky heart beat quite a bit but trying to hit on a guy, even a guy that's a pseudo rock dragon, isn't easy to build up the courage to do when you're made of rocks

Xiao

Yeah. No

You know what sort of timing the conqueror of demons is on and because of that you don't even want to attempt to run into this guy because you know he won't wait long enough for you to convince him you're 'not like the other vishaps'

Just because you aren't a threat now doesn't mean you won't become one later, at least that's what Xiao would likely think

So you do your best not to run into him because unless you somehow manage to turn human again, you don't foresee any interactions with Xiao turning out positively even less so if you run into a member of the Fatui

But should you come across Zhongli and he lets the yaksha know you're not a threat, you won't find yourself speared any time soon. If anything Xiao becomes something akin to a bodyguard to make sure you don't end up getting killed by someone or something. Especially after you get a communication device you wear around your neck

He's not the most talkative though. Usually if he saves you from some sort of ordeal, he handles it and leaves as quickly as he comes

It takes quite a bit of effort on your part to become close to him but if he does end up becoming attached to you, his kindness is still quite clumsy

you'll often wake up to piles of food in front of your den, courtesy of xiao, not that he'll tell you

and he usually checks on you from afar before going about his business contrast to how he normally only waited for you to roar his name if you ever needed him to come to your rescue before ignoring you again

if you ever got yourself into some danger trying to defend him, believing he needs help, he will scold you severely and no amount of trying to look cute (not that a fully grown geovishap can) will stop the onslaught of words

they're out of fear though, not anger. he doesn't want to lose something or someone precious to him and that includes you now

Ganyu

A sweet companion you couldn't be more thankful for

Qilin are peaceful only bearing arms during times of absolute unrest. Thankfully, you reincarnated into the right era because so you don't have anything to worry about as far as Ganyu hurting you

You got her attention when you found her indulging in a nap in the middle of the fields and got worried she may find herself getting attacked, so you decided to stand watch like a rocky guard dog

You even brought qixing flowers for her to nibble on when she woke up, holding them in your mouth to- okay, upon second thought you're sure she wouldn't something covered in geovishap drool in her mouth but maybe she would like the flowers anyway

it was certainly a start when she woke up and saw you beside her but thankfully the qixing flowers were definitely a nice touch in keeping you from getting your ass beat or ganyu taking off at the speed of sound

maybe the easiest companion to form a connection with after zhongli. she finds your gentle temperament sweet and comes to even think of you as her geovishap companion

one she can confess her secrets to knowing you won't tell anyone, nor will you judge her for her worries concerning her adeptus and human halves making her feel like an outsider in both worlds

the only downside is, due to how busy ganyu is, she doesn't get to see you often and you aren't about to lumber your way into liyue harbor and subject yourself to a fearful mob

would be undoubtedly excited if you gained a communication device of some sort, allowing you both to talk and have full conversations with one another that wasn't simply her rambling about her days but even if you didn't, she'd find your way of showing her you care about her lovely

you like ganyu truly........... you're just 99% sure that she thinks of you as something more like a pet than a romantic interest even if she isn't completely human

Yun Jin

If you made a list of characters you thought you could befriend as geovishap, yun jin wouldn't be on it

And yet apparently life had different plans when you encountered the opera singer during one of her nature stints to rehearse and come up with new operas to write

Yun Jin would describe it as something straight out of fiction. A lone girl singing in the forest only to come face to face with a geovishap... but rather than attacking or growing aggressive, the stone creature simply watched in enjoyment

Perhaps that is something worthy of a script!

Of course, that doesn't mean Yun Jin threw all caution out to the wind. In her eyes, you're still a wild animal with elemental abilities and she doesn't wish to subject herself to fucking around and finding out with you

But hoping that this could become a friendship where she at least could start bringing some sort of food with her, you make it habit to watch her rehearse when she finds herself in the same spot time and time again

A surprisingly effective method though because each time you show up to watch Yun Jin perform, the more she lets her guard down. Apparently even a geovishap enjoys partaking in the arts

She won't be apt to feed you after a few weeks though, she'll likely share a snack with you after a couple months only when she is absolutely sure you're not a threat

When she does, you rejoice you have something to nibble on that isn't just edible berries and fruits because you refuse to eat anything else a geovishap eats

Makes you some sort of head dress so it is always easy to tell that you're the geovishap that she often spends her time with. Something of nature, of course, you're not a pet in her eyes. Simply a kindred spirit of another species

#look she's writing #headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #ganyu x reader #yun jin x reader

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xiaowhore · 2 years

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playing hard to get [pt. 3]

premise. he delighted in being the object of your affections. the apple of your eye, your dearest treasure, your one and only darling—

so why aren't you acting like it now?

(or, in which he takes his admirer's love for granted until you decide to play hard-to-get.)

includes. ayato & heizou !

part one. diluc, xiao & childe.

part two. zhongli, albedo & kazuha.

note. i send snippets of wips and post something entirely different. oops. also this is extremely long compared to prior chapters (my favoritism is showing).

ayato dreads arranged marriages. even now, as the yashiro commissioner who understands the importance of forging political alliances, the thought of it is distasteful. presently, he has no person in his heart he'd rather marry, but that doesn't mean he finds the idea of pursuing a loveless relationship agreeable.

so when he first meets you, he's a little surprised. you're fidgety just like he is, but it isn't out of agitated worry; you look excited, can almost be described enthusiastic for the deal.

ridiculous, ayato thinks. you must be one of those shallow people easily wooed by appearances. he knows he's dashing, but he never liked anyone who's only drawn to that part of himself, and he doubts that will change in the future.

(still, as the marriage talk progresses between ayato and your parents, he finds himself distracted by the way you blow on your hot cup of tea, scrunching your nose when it burns your tongue. the moment you notice him staring however, you quickly switch gears and duck your head down in panic, reviewing etiquette lessons in your mind and trying to remember if blowing on your tea is a form of disrespect.)

(cute.)

(no it isn't, what are you thinking.)

ayato doesn't have the free time to afford frequent visits. most of the time, you're the one visiting the kamisato estate, often unable to see him and ayaka receives your presence instead. in the few chances you do catch him in a good time, conversations over tea and pastries are awkward and strained, made even worse by ayato's unwillingness to reply in a sentence longer than five words. he doesn't want you to get any closer to him, and perhaps you'll finally lose interest if he keeps up this charade.

(but sometimes, just sometimes, really, he'll gift you tea leaves he procured from foreign lands. they cost a hefty price, but he always puts a frown on your face, and if they bring back just a quick upturn of your lips, he'll consider it a successful apology.)

yet when you lose interest in him, he isn't very ecstatic.

he should be. you send less letters recently, and your visits to the estate even lesser. there's no attendant knocking on his door alerting him of your presence to interrupt his flow of work, and there's no guest he's obligated to entertain. most importantly, there's nobody he's obligated to marry.

(that doesn't stop him from worrying. doesn't make him feel any better. doesn't make him any less disappointed even when this result was what he was hoping for.)

eventually, rumors start to circulate. they say you're now besotted with a lord in the south, often spotted strolling around together and conversing over shared meals. they say you've fallen out of love for the yashiro commissioner you once begged your parents to let you marry, disillusioned by his stoic nature devoid of affection. they say you much rather prefer the romantic lord gifting you pretty robes and fragrant perfumes, finding comfort in his lavish sweetness opposed to ayato's cold indifference.

for that, he can't fault you at all. this... lord seems to court you properly. what rights does he have to be angry when he's done nothing to deserve your attention? besides, it's a win-win for everybody—ayato doesn't have to go through the arranged marriage he couldn't refuse due to your father's persistence, and you can be wed to a man who's genuinely fond of you, eager to treat you well.

still. still. these irrational thoughts keep plaguing his mind, ugly feelings blooming in his chest when images of you with another man settle in the corners of his subconscious. it's difficult to focus when you could be elsewhere locking hands with someone other than him, cheery laughter spilling from your lips as dappled sunlight makes you glow gold. you could be elsewhere wrapped in another man's embrace, protected from the chilly wind within his heat as he whispers sweet nothings to your ear. you could be...

you could be perfectly happy without him.

ayato hasn't spent much time with you, if at all. you didn't have any meaningful conversations, any beautiful memories you could look back on.

but that was because he didn't give you a chance to. he chose to disregard your existence, deliberately avoided reciprocating your efforts to connect. he didn't see you for who you were, he looked at you as the person he wanted you to be—someone vile, someone shallow, someone easy to despise.

and no matter how many rumors there are reporting how you supposedly begged your parents to establish an arranged marriage between you and ayato, he knew better: you should've been as miserable as he was about it. you never asked to get married either.

at first, he thought you already fell in love with him the first time you saw him; your eyes were sparkling with joy. but now that he thinks about it, perhaps you were just relieved you weren't about to get married to someone twice your age. he looked fairly decent, far from the horrific men you'd hear about disrespecting their spouses when they marry into the family. if it was him, known for his fair ruling in his territory, being married probably wouldn't be too bad.

and ayato had fantastically ruined that impression of himself by being the biggest dickwad possible.

so he hastily makes his move—he sends flowers to your doorstep, writes heartfelt letters referencing love poems. he still doesn't have the time to visit in person, but he gives you jewelry and hairpins he thinks would look good on you and hopes he can see you wearing them the next time you meet. he recalls every piece of information you've shared with him and gifts you books you expressed interest for in the few times you talked, presents you with tea leaves you once told him you wanted to try but haven't gotten an opportunity to due to its rarity.

ayato knows best how rumors tend to exaggerate the subject matter. surely, your relationship with the lord hasn't progressed too far. you've yet to call off the engagement, but ayato shouldn't be complacent either. he should make his intentions clear—he's not giving up on you.

after two weeks of this charade, you rush to the kamisato estate, red-faced and flustered and considerably confused. ayato smiles at the blue crystals adorning your bracelet, familiar with its design. (he picked it out himself, after all.)

“i apologize for my... absence,” you can't find the proper words to say it, gaze flitting from one place to another. you find it difficult to meet his eyes. no matter; ayato finds that shyness cute, too. “i was preoccupied– but!”

your formal tone disappears immediately as you hasten to say, “please don't listen to the rumors about me! i really, really haven't been seeing someone else!”

...???

“i'm very sorry for failing to include in my letters the details about the festival our territory celebrates.” at this, you bow deeply, thus missing the dumbfounded expression on his face, looking incredibly stupid. “in truth, i've been busy with preparations the past month... the lord i've been meeting with is known for the silks his household provides, and we commissioned him our clothes for the festival rites. he's very knowledgeable about perfumes as well, he gave me samples of- oh, i have some on me i thought ayaka might like! of course, i have some for you too, but i can't guarantee you'll like it...” you wince at that, smile turning sheepish. “i did try my best basing off your preferences, but i apologize if it isn't to your satisfaction.”

numbly, he gestures for a servant to accept the gift, fixing his expression into something more blank rather than an obvious display of his thoughts. his very, very messy thoughts, the few he can manage to think amidst the pure shock at the revelation. “i... i see. i appreciate the thought.”

you fidget at his robotic way of speaking, feeling awkward. “did you perhaps... believe the rumors?”

his heart breaks when your voice trails off at the end of your sentence, shrinking to yourself in shame. “absolutely not,” he says. you know, like a liar.

“then that's a relief!” your lips stretch to a relieved smile, punching another spike of guilt to his chest. “i feared you would think lowly of me.”

“ridiculous,” he states, tone unwavering. it takes you slightly aback, and warmth bleeds into his next words, coaxing a deeper red to tint your ears, “i like you a lot more than you think.”

oh, you have no idea.

it doesn't take a detective to know you have a massive crush on heizou.

the way you can't meet his gaze, the flush high on your cheeks, the nervous stutter in your words when you invite him for a stroll around town; heizou would have to be an idiot not to notice. unfortunately for you, he is far from one, so he notices every stare you pin to his figure, every quiver of your lips as you fight back a smile when he looks back, every sign of your elation as he makes his presence known.

and, well. maybe it is a little amusing to watch you squirm. heizou doesn't consider himself a cruel man, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't enjoy seeing you worked up because of him.

he wonders what you find so charming. pursuing romance has never been a high priority for him, flaunting his appealing traits to potential partners lesser so, and as honorable chasing after criminals can be, he doesn't think anyone would find that attractive in the romantic sense.

more often than not, he's told to be too dedicated in his job, which he would normally take as a compliment, thank you very much, but he does see how it could be a flaw as a spouse. it's pretty much general knowledge he can't guarantee his undivided attention for anyone, even his special person (that he's not very eager to find right now).

once, you commented as such, teasing him he won't be able to get a significant other at this rate. jokes on you—from what heizou can see, you're a willing volunteer now.

before, though, was entirely different. in fact, you couldn't even call yourselves friends until just recently. your interactions were hardly noteworthy, simply exchanging cordial greetings when you ran into each other on the road or sharing the briefest conversations if the situation called for it.

you only became proper friends when you got involved in one of heizou's cases and helped him through it. turns out you were extremely compatible all along, to the extent heizou regretted not befriending you earlier. you're bubbly and cheerful, always making him laugh when you crack the most unexpected of jokes. even in companionable silence, he felt a little brighter and optimistic—you were like a positive ball of sunshine, a great pal to have.

so he received the shock of a lifetime when he first began to notice signs of your budding crush.

your easy-going smiles looked tighter, eyes not quite focused on his face, hands fidgeting behind your back. at the start, heizou thought maybe you did something wrong, or you were hiding something from him...

then you were blushing, asking him if he was free after work. heizou is ashamed to admit his brain had gone completely blank that time, truly empty with the exception of your face flashing in his mind, holy fuck, you're blushing, you've never done that before.

he doesn't remember his response. still can't, even now. but what he does remember is how your face lit up when he said something, eyes sparkly with enthusiasm. you talked about some trendy restaurant that just opened around the block but heizou could hardly hear your explanation over the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. the new revelation had his blood rushing, and he really, really didn't know what to think of you.

weeks later, he finds you cute.

the initial panic wore off and now he enjoys seeing you flail around. you're cute when you're clumsy, tripping over air when you make eye contact with him. you're cute when you get embarrassed, woken up by heizou when you accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder. you're cute when you're shy, stammering as you offer to walk home together.

you're cute, and heizou has to do something about that soon.

not once has he thought to distance himself from you upon realizing your feelings. sure, it felt awkward at the beginning, but if there was something he was certain of, it was that he didn't want to lose you. now, he wanted to be closer than ever, the closest he's ever been to another person.

apparently, you didn't get the memo because you're the one distancing yourself from him.

it's not hard to guess what you're thinking. you're probably getting worried you're being too obvious about your feelings, missing all the blatant signs that point to heizou feeling the same, and feeling the very delayed horror of being rejected.

no, seriously. it's very delayed. you're supposed to be scared first before you think of hitting on someone. all of your concerns are void anyway; heizou has known about your crush ages ago.

you're surprisingly good at hiding. heizou has been missing you by a hair, all of his acquaintances claiming to see you some time around the day conveniently when he isn't present. there are traces of you everywhere, trails from your favorite snack stall to the bookstore you frequent to the flower fields you help take care of, but he could never catch you on time. his frustration is nearly overriding his rationality, even though he knows for a fact putting up wanted posters of your face would be a bad, bad idea.

fine, he thinks. i'll lure you out myself.

and that, he does.

one of the few things he first learned about you is your curiosity; when a mystery piques your interest, you won't rest easy until it's solved. that's why you began to follow him around, watching him dig through secrets and piece together deductions. you have a fascination with the unknown, and heizou knows best how to take advantage of it.

he leaves bait, a simple riddle scrawled on a sticky note posted on your office desk to make you scratch your head. when you take it too lightly and ignore it, he steals your prized hairpin—a birthday gift he gave you a year ago—as a warning. in panic, you provide a correct answer, and the very next day, the hairpin is back on your table, together with a brand new barrette considerably nicer in quality.

the next mysteries continue in a similar pattern; a reward for the right answer, a punishment for the wrong one. he makes you solve puzzles, decipher secret code, unravel riddles—each time, you complain about the work and your determination not to seek out heizou for help chips away, but you've never showed any indication of conceding defeat. you're determined to find the “thief” who's always threatening to rob your possessions if you don't play along his silly games and confront him once and for all.

finally, heizou is finished preparing his greatest puzzle yet—a grand treasure hunt encompassing the entire town. it's a big project involving a large number of people, some of which have probably caught onto his intentions, but heizou wills away his embarrassment; if he lets his shame get to him, then nothing will change.

he's had enough of playing hide and seek.

and as your hand grips the final letter, eyes sweeping over the provocative message, the clock ticks closer to the grand finale—

“i have one last trick; don't worry, if you're lucky, it'll end quick.

beneath the stars, find the treasure by nine. if you fail to catch the prize, i will take back what is mine.”

(a worthless threat—how could he take back his heart that's always been yours?)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact scenarios #ayato #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin x you #ayato x you #heizou x reader #heizou x you

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kitasgloves · 5 months

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Arranged marriage au with SAKUSA KIYOOMI where you begged your parents to be married to him because he's your big fat crush since childhood. They agree to marry you over to him with the prospect of having a union between both of your families who are both incredibly wealthy.

Sakusa was not having it but reluctantly gets married to you anyway. He didn't like you one bit, he thought you were obnoxious and often invaded his personal space. But he hides his distaste from you for the sake of not starting drama.

You know nothing about Sakusa but you're determined to make him fall for you. So you planned a lot of things like dates, parties, and even gave him gifts. You always cooked him breakfast, made his bath, and cleaned the house the way he preferred. However, it seemed like every little effort to get him to return your affection was futile.

He brushed you aside and treated you as if your existence was insignificant. He didn't make time for you, he neglects you, and barely gives any gratitude to all the things you did for him. Of course, it hurts like shit, but you never gave up and persisted.

This only irritated Sakusa further, your constant attempts to woo him was seriously making him beyond annoyed. He snapped when you made an attempt to kiss him. He recoiled back.

"Get away from me, you're disgusting!"

Ouch. It seemed like it was your wake-up call. It's ridiculous that you've been married to Sakusa for three years yet you and him have never shared a kiss, aside to when you were both at the altar. All you had was sharing a bed with him and that's it, no hugs and no kisses. You decide that it's finally time to give up.

You ceased your planned dates and giving him gifts. You stopped cooking him breakfast too since he's been avoiding you by waking up early. This marriage was miserable especially when your husband doesn't even like you.

"I need a break"

You decide to pack your things and try traveling for a few weeks. You eagerly got prepared and left a note for Sakusa in a kitchen in case he came looking for you. But you doubt that he would give a shit where you would go. And now you're off!

"I'm home"

Sakusa announces but he's greeted with silence. He raises a brow and notices your shoes aren't at the door. The house felt empty without you walking around playing music or rushing over to him with a smile and a 'welcome home, honey!'. He sees your note in the kitchen and scoffs. Well, at least he's getting a break from you.

As days went by, Sakusa was beginning to feel restless. Every night the bed felt cold and he's starting to miss seeing you curled up in the other side of the bed. Sakusa starts to miss your cooking and your unexpectedly loud surprises. He misses getting gifts from you. He misses seeing your face whenever he gets home from work. He misses your voice, your smile, your scent.

Shit, what just happened? He's never been attached like this before. Sakusa wonders when you're going to return because his patience is wearing thin. He wonders if you missed him too.

Unfortunately for him, Sakusa barely crossed your mind as you ventured all over the city. You had the adventure of your life. Meeting new people and trying new things. It made you realize and appreciate your time alone with yourself. It was the breather you needed from your miserable marriage.

As you return back home, you find your affection and infatuation with Sakusa slowly decreasing.

"I'm home"

You said. Immediately, there's footsteps and a wild Sakusa greets you.

"You're back"

"Well, yeah. I live here"

Sakusa feels giddy finally seeing you home. He tries to help you with your luggage but you brush him off. He offers to cook you dinner but you said you have already eaten. When he follows you to the bedroom and tries to hold you in the bed, you recoil.

"What are you doing?"

"...Cuddling you?"

"I need to rest right now, Kiyoomi"

Kiyoomi? But you love to call him Omi. Days have passed since your long journey and Sakusa was beginning to realize that you were no longer the obnoxiously affectionate spouse that he has grown used to. You stopped trying to kiss or hug him, and throw surprises, and even giving him gifts. And when he makes an attempt to get closer, you pull yourself away from him.

This is bad. Just when he's beginning to fall for you, your feelings for him are beginning to fade. Now, here's Sakusa Kiyoomi, making every single fucking attempt to woo you and win your affection back because he didn't want to take you for granted. Because he wanted this marriage to work. Because he doesn't want to lose you.

I have this idea stuck in my head for hours. Just imagine Sakusa being dumb and stupid trying to win you back the same way you were trying to win his affection SJBSJSBSJSBSBAHAJSHS

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa x you #sakusa x reader

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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The Malfoy clan makes a visit to see Dursley!Reader because Malfoy has become platonic yandere for reader because he saw how Harry sees them as a sibling so og plan was to have the reader admire him in an older sibling way but backfires and now adores reader as a little sibling. His parents just want to meet the muggleborn that their son wont shut up about. They become platonic yanderes over time and once meeting reader for real it seals the deal. They have a new child in the malfoy plan. Harry opens the door and damn near has a heart attack seeing his archenemy and his family at the door. Reader comes up behind Harry "Oh Draco! What a surprise! Its lovely to see you again, how has break been treating you thus far?" Oh and are these your parents?" Why its lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, your son has been so gracious to me at Hogwart and has been a great friend! Mrs. Malfoy I love your dress! And Mr. Malfoy Draco tells me you work at the ministry I would love to ask you some questions regarding your work if that is alright?" And Harry is just standing there with a popped blood vessel in his eye and twitching trying not to flip the fuck out. The Dursleys are cowering but are trying to make small talk to be polite. Mrs. Malfoy is being a passive aggressive queen to Petunia "Oh, you must be having handful with two magical children and ONLY being a muggle with no magic it must be hard. Maybe reader can stay with us for a summer to catch up on learning about the world where reader BELONGS to." Mr. Malfoy is putting down Mr. Dursley and his company. "Drills? Why you muggles come up with such inventions and us Superior- I mean magicals are lucky to be gifted with our powers so everything is just so much easier, you must be overwhelmed with a magical child. Narcissa and I would be more than willing to give you a break for a summer and you could go back to being NORMAL." Mrs and Mr Dursley are fuming with them implying that they aren't suited to take care of their own child. Draco and Harry are glaring at each other and Dudley is just staring at these weird people trying to take his little sibling.

I really love the idea of some of the purebloods from Hogwarts and their families just dropping by the Dursley’s house unannounced to see the Reader and get an idea of the muggle family of theirs. Like, as disgusted and perplexed they all are they’re willing to push their prejudice down for a period of time, at least some of it, just for the Reader.

If the Reader were a Slytherin then it would be a lot easier for him to get to them with out Harry around or finding out, at least until he had the Marauders map in his possession. He could easily take on that older sibling role right from Harry if the Reader was a part of his house and in his presence more than Harry’s/the Golden Trio’s/the Weasley’s. He’d be able to monopolize them more than he could if they were in any other house. But I could see Draco reaching out to the Reader if they weren’t in his house through letters. He’d secretly write to them while at school and continue to write to them while at home.

At first, Lucius and Narcissa aren’t very tolerating of the muggle status of their son’s new friend, more Lucius then Narcissa really. Narcissa is honestly happy with the fact that Draco is as happy as he is with the Reader. She slowly doesn’t even consider their blood status anymore whenever they’re brought up. With as much as Draco talks about them and how much he wants them to become more of a prominent part of his life and eventually their family, Narcissa warms up to the idea of it. She feels like she may as well already know the Reader herself with how much Draco goes on and on about them and of course as a dutiful mother she’s always there to listen to him drone on.

Lucius is the one who takes a while to come around to the whole idea of not only interacting with a muggle but bringing one into their family as well. It doesn’t help but add to his frustrations when his wife eventually gets to a point of not acknowledging the Reader being a muggle whatsoever anymore. When he finally confronts his wife about her coming to have accepted this muggle already he’s hit with the most ridiculous response he’s ever heard leave his wife’s mouth; “If we don’t acknowledge it, it doesn’t exist.” How can they not acknowledge it?! They’ll be the laughing stock of the wizarding world, as well as the pureblood community. But eventually Lucius finds himself giving in and indulging both his wife and son, until he himself begins to stop acknowledging the little details and just thinking of the Reader as a soon to be part of the family.

Same as Draco, I could see Lucius and Narcissa eventually beginning to write the Reader themselves. It would start off small, them trying to get the Reader to warm up to them and build some trust before they start mentioning how lonely Draco truly is and how much their friendship means to Draco, how much closer he would like to become with the Reader, or how they should come over for visits during the holidays and spend some time with Draco. They’d also bring up how much they look forward to eventually meeting the Reader and having them at their home. I could definitely see Draco in his letters telling the Reader not to let Harry read any of their letters or find out about their correspondence/friendship. That it would only cause trouble, that Harry wouldn’t let them interact with each other anymore or ever again.

The fateful day that the Malfoy’s do make a visit to 4 Privet Drive, Harry about almost dies from shock on the spot. Once he fully processes that it is in fact Draco and Lucius Malfoy at his doorstep, Harry immediately slams the door in their faces or he would have if Lucius hadn’t used his cane to stop the door from closing. Draco totally saunters his way in, purposefully bumping shoulders with Harry when he does so and then his mother and father make their way in too, taking a moment to take in the decor of a muggle home (or rather lack thereof). The Reader is completely taken by surprise at the Malfoy’s visit but is happy to finally meet and spend some time with Draco, that is if Draco’s gotten them to warm up to and like him since he knows damn well that Harry and the Golden Trio have totally shit talked him to hell and back. Meanwhile, Harry is utterly at a loss, all he can do is glare daggers at Draco specifically but he tosses a glare in Lucius and Narcissa’s way once in awhile too.

Petunia, Vernon and Dudley are absolutely caught off guard by this unannounced, impromptu visit. Hell, they don’t even know these people or have heard about them before but here they are already in their home. Petunia especially feels the off vibes of the situation and one look at Harry’s reaction to the strangers in their home she knows something’s up. Although her youngest child seems pretty okay with it, but that doesn’t take away from the anxiety that runs through Petunia’s body. She can already tell that she’s not going to like these people one bit by the end of this visit.

Once the Reader’s parents are introduced, Narcissa and Lucius immediately put on their best fake smiles and compliments here and there, at least the best they can muster. They are trying to keep themselves in check to an extent, albeit they can’t help but to let their distaste show in some way, shape, or form. Given how out of the blue this is I definitely see each Dursley taking a respective Malfoy with them to pass some time while tea and snacks are being prepared or even lunch or dinner, whatever ever it may be. Lucius gets stuck sitting with Vernon talking about what each other does for a living and overall just trying to one up one another in their successfulness that Lucius ends up winning while totally laughing at and putting down Vernon. Narcissa ends up with Petunia in the kitchen helping put together whatever for everyone to enjoy, judging the fact that they don’t have a house elf to do this all for them and that things would have already been pre-prepped and made before company arrived. Narcissa would further judge Petunia in her upkeep of the home, basically anything that Petunia could take pride in as a housewife. Meanwhile, Dudley is left to awkwardly fourth-wheel Harry, Draco and the Reader. He’s very intimidated and extremely uncomfortable by the intensity radiating off both Harry and Draco as the two glare at each other with the Reader clueless between them.

As much as Lucius and Narcissa consider themselves having done pretty good with their interactions with the muggles compared to how they could have been, they are pretty taken aback by Petunia and Vernon’s animosity towards them when they bring up taking the Reader off their hands for their sake. Lucius and Narcissa try to make it sound like the best thing for the Reader; a new environment, a new family may just be the only thing for them to be successful in the magical world later on. Vernon and Petunia wouldn’t really want to rob their own child of something as important as that, would they? As much as Vernon and Petunia care about and love their child, they know damn well these people are no good and they certainly have no right to take their child away from them. Things start to heat up but Lucius and Narcissa keep themselves composed and leave when the Dursley’s demand they do, dragging a begrudging and upset Draco with them but this isn’t over. Petunia and Vernon have no idea who they’re dealing with.

Vernon gloats about forcing out that ‘freakish’ family from their home, but Petunia can’t help but to feel on edge and given how Harry seemed to be feeling the same, she knew she had every reason to be on edge. Sometime later on, Petunia would pull Harry aside and question him about these strange people. She would have done it sooner but there wasn’t much of a chance to while they all were here. And when Harry tells her about just who these people are and how powerful their family is in the wizarding world, Petunia is even more riddled with anxiety and worry for her precious child and what is going to come the family’s way now that they’ve had these people enter their lives.

#anxious answers #yandere draco malfoy #yandere narcissa malfoy #yandere lucius malfoy #yandere harry potter #yandere petunia dursley #yandere petunia evans #yandere narcissa black #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

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melancholymegumi · 4 months

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melody's current thoughts . . . 💭

being overhaul’s special test subject ♡ but, you've accepted your phase and had become more comfortable around them— bratty even.

content warnings ; little space , bratty reader , hari is your main caretaker , Kai experiments on you , diapers/pull-ups, piss , they put you and treat you like a baby in the car , you wet yourself on the carseat and Kai degrades you for it, reader is an iPad kid. nothing smutty just fluff ):< (ew)

Hari was always the one who carries you, bathed you and buy you pretty toys! If, you've been good of course. He's also the one to let you hold plushies while getting absolutely tormented by Kai — Kai's against it, but let it slide as long as it doesn't interfere with the experiment.

I've always thought about this too— going somewhere far for a work trip with Kai and Hari, them forcing you to come along just to make sure you don't run away, they know you won't , but a precaution is needed.

Of course for the 5 hour long ride Hari had to put you pull-ups , maybe the ones with the pretty patterns if you're lucky. Kai also doesn't wanna admit it, but even if he's the “cleanest” he's still the dirtiest out of everyone. Forcing Hari to feed you more water and telling him to ignore you everytime you said you needed to go, soon making you wet yourself and degrades you for it. “I told you to be fucking patient and you couldn't even wait? I thought you said you were a big girl, maybe not. You're just a useless mutt who doesn't know how to follow orders and just wants to be pampered all day aren't you? Now poor Hari has to clean up your mess. Don't you feel guilty? Do we need to potty train you again?” and you're just sitting there crying , I mean how could you not? He was so mean for no reason! He was the one that ignored you.

Also, getting gifts for being good (2) !! It's nothing that you ever asks for though, you could be asking for a novel and he'll bring you back a dollhouse. After all , aren't you too little for that? Can you even read?

Hari also feeds you food. All of them are soft foods – and disgustingly healthy too. Porridge , oats , mushed up carrots even. Sometimes you get the good stuff— carbonara spaghetti (that he cuts into bite size pieces) , pancakes (with blue berries and less sugar syrup) all the good stuff. Snacks are a different story. You're only allowed to snack about 2-4 times a day, 5 if you're lucky. The snacks are always pretzels , baby carrots , veggie straws and apple sauce. All of the food that's mainly for toddlers.

If he feels nice, you could play on his iPad! Of course, Hari’s watching you if he's not there— only watching the shows he allows you to watch, and games that he approves of. The iPad had parental control too, which was always annoying. Don't let getting an iPad thru your head though— if you refuses to sleep without it, you'll be forced to sleep with a few melatonin gummies and the experiments will be done without any meds to take the pain away ♡

#melody's disturbing content #melody's current thoughts #tw dark content #tw piss #mha smut #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #hari kurono x reader #bnha x reader #yandere mha #yandere x reader

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strwberri-milk · 6 months

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Ok, first i wanna say that ymthe way you portray the characters in your fucs is just perfect, and not for only some. EVERYONE. And it's absolutely amazing how you manage to do that, i love your writing 😭

And as of late, i've been having a brainrot over single oarent reader x Diluc, where Diluc started to get interested in reader but reader's son kinda considers him as a threat for their parent and so, keeps on sabotaging most of Diluc's tries to make advances on reader, especially since it's already hard for him to do so normally.

im flattered you like my writing so much <333 thank you :D I kinda love the single parent trope ngl it can be so great ive changed it a bit like. that you and diluc arent official yet but yall are like toeing the line

Diluc's been trying to spend a little bit more time with you when you expressed interest in spending more time with him. The two of you felt that your relationship was progressing well and for you, it was a plus that he didn't mind that you already had a child. In fact, he made it pretty clear that he wanted to be active in your son's life if he wanted that as well. Diluc doesn't want to make him feel obligated to anything but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try.

This means that when Diluc started actually coming inside to meet you he generally kept to himself. When your son comes over to meet you Diluc tries to make a good impression on him he ends up running over to you to tell you some elaborate lie about him. You look over at Dliuc questioningly and he shoots you a desperate look, shrugging his shoulders as you lean down to tell him it's okay and that you'll come home soon.

The date goes well but Diluc feels bad for how he's come off to him so he's decided to just wait in the car. You decide that if he's not feeling up to it then you're not going to force your son to talk to Diluc more.

Diluc tries to talk to him more the next time he's over, wanting to get your son to warm up to him. He tries to bring him some little treats or talk to him about things that he likes that you've told him before.

As much as your son wants to not, he finds himself slowly warming up to Diluc. Clearly, his attempts to foil your relationship aren't working and he can see that you're really happy with Diluc. He's picking up on the signals that both you and Diluc want things to work out but that he's important enough to you that if he really did have any objections, you'd consider them.

Diluc himself tries to come over less since it doesn't seem like your son likes him any more no matter what he tries. This means the two of you stop meeting as often but he tries to text you whenever he gets a moment just so you know he's still thinking of you.

When your son comes around and seems to actively participate in the conversation that Diluc instigates Diluc takes it as a victory. He very happily engages and you get to watch from the kitchen, smiling happily to yourself.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader

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keeper-of-gates · 3 months

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i really like how chapter 3 is just literally saying that "hey, dead kids. traumatic events happened here and the effects are still here" by literally showing you the horrors through the auditory and the physicality of what chapter 3 has to offer.

Chapter 1 gave us a "yeah, something happened" but nothing substantial to grasp on other than what remains of posters and vhs tapes. Chapter 2 managed to at least expand on the orphan program by introducing the games station and it's true purpose of progression of tests on the mind through child-friendly means. Even the literal videos mob ent. gave us only a small bit of information about what happened before the Hour of Joy, such as the consent of a terminally ill worker being put into a toy.

Chapter 3 just gives us the bigger scale on everything the game gave us as snacks.

We see empty beds, empty cots, picture frames of children whose fates are left between 2-3 outcomes with one with them actually being adopted before even being pulled from the choice altogether simply because they had the ability to be good at reacting to colours. We see an actual system on how these children get treated and how everything works, from the titual nanny in Home Sweet Home, to the teachers of the school to even the scientists overviewing everything.

We know that actual adoptions do take place also, even if the potential parent/s are just the employees. But we know that Playcare's purpose isn't that straightforward, because the children are monitored as potential candidates for the experiments and are picked with the reason being that they're "sick" to whoever asks, child or otherwise.

And it appears that most of the workers in playcare are left in the dark, much like the factory workers if the woman who was left to care for a certain room of children was absolutely distraught of one child getting a nightmare to the point where the child had to be taken away and has to be interviewed by a person who seems to not be in the same emotional wave about the ordeal in the first place. Any mention of the children directly in both the interview and the report seems to call them directly, affectionately or otherwise, son or daughter, either from overattachment or as a professional act.

The experiments themselves are the unwilling second hand, created as sentient, yet obedient tools for entertainment, care and labour by any unfortunate human chosen, and it is obvious that Playtime Co, shown in teasers, aren't really picky when it comes to it. I even have doubts that they only use one singular person, child or adult, alone to create a bigger body considering how, y'know, big they are.

Playtime Co. literally died from the inside during the Hour of Joy, when the toys finally had enough. Exactly how many people died is unknown but in comparison to death in any medium, watching it in game as the toys the player faced had killed everyone who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, with no one surviving and being taken into consideration. were they considered missing? Did anyone try to investigate everything? or did it all get swept under the rug by whoever was still alive and representing the company?

Then, the decade after everything, it still continued. Soon there was no food. factions started to form between factory floors, with each territory and domain being barren of mercy and food. Any toy was fair game in consideration. Even if that fair game was who you considered your own kin or your friends.

I think Poppy Playtime is getting closer to breaking the mascot horror mould that Fnaf had set in stone for nearly a decade. Would that be good or better for the market? I'm not sure, but at least, it's going to be part of the pillar that will be looked back on.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #ppt #chapter 3

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cemeterything · 1 year

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last serious post for tonight i promise but i think part of the reason i value critical thinking so much (even though i realize that might come as a surprise if your only knowledge of me as a person comes from here, because tumblr is more of an escape slash stream of consciousness collaborative scrapbook for me than a platform for spreading awareness or teaching and learning tool - no offence to anyone who does use it for that, i just prefer to treat it as a hobby myself) is because i grew up both extremely isolated and controlled and prevented from expressing myself while also watching my parents fall hard down the conspiracy theory pipeline and experiencing the creeping horror of growing old enough to understand that and learning more about the world and being exposed to more people and ideas in it and realizing that my fear and frustration around them wasn't just typical teen angst but an entirely reasonable reaction to their increasing capacity to be very dangerous and untrustworthy people.

and like. i did actually try to pull them back. i wasn't very good at it (partly because i was a kid, and partly because i have my own biases and misconceptions and just plain bad ideas that i'll spend my entire life working on unlearning and trying to be aware and receptive to criticism of) but goddamn it did i fucking try. i tried discussing, i tried debating, i tried arguing back and standing up for myself and others, i tried researching and learning and presenting my counterarguments backed up with actual evidence, i tried to get other people to support me despite lacking much in terms of social skills or confidence or people around me who didn't buy into all the same bullshit, or something equally stupid and harmful. i even read the things they sent me and showed me so i could say "look, i approached this with an open mind and genuine good faith, i reflected on it and i used my critical thinking skills and tried to understand, but this is wrong and it's going to get people hurt. it's going to get you to hurt people."

i grew up knowing that as the closest person to them who hadn't fallen into the same trap of facebook radicalization groups and increasingly deranged and cult-like (and i don't use that word lightly) organizations and communities online i had a responsibility to try to protect people by warning them that my parents have the potential to cause a lot of harm and suffering if nothing else. and i failed. i'm not a trained deprogramming therapist and they probably crossed whatever event horizon ordinary people who aren't professionally taught how to combat that shit could have any chance of pulling them back from long ago. but the one thing i still have the ability to do is not let the same thing happen to me. i refuse to just passively let everything i see and hear fester in my brain until it starts poisoning all my thoughts and interactions with the world and people around me, and i'm still willing to try to encourage others to be aware and critical of everything around them so they don't end up following the same path and ending up unrecognizable to their former selves. i'm not perfect, i've definitely made some very bad mistakes and hurt people in ways i can't and don't want to be forgiven for and have many regrets, but i will never let myself end up like that as long as i have the ability to fight back.

#🐉#lmk if theres any warnings i should tag this with #it doesnt get into specifics but you can probably fill in the subtext

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uncanny-tranny · 3 months

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Hi! would you by any chance have tips on how to get a binder when your parents refuse to buy you one? ☹️

That's definitely a sensitive and complex answer, and while I might not know of the best option for your unique situation, there are some ways you can go about this.

If it's a foregone conclusion that you cannot convince them of this, what I used to do is DIY my binder. The ways I primarily did this were:

Option One: Wearing a camisole that was one size smaller than I actually was (so, wearing a small instead of a medium, for instance), then folding it up over my chest. As a disclaimer, this may only work well if you are smaller in the chest

Option Two: Layering two sports bras in my size over each other. Some of the DIY tips I found before I got a traditional binder advised to wear one sports bra in your size, then wear another sports bra backwards in a size smaller. I would advise against this for potential safety reasons, but also because (at least personally), it can be ineffective and a waste of resources.

Some people have also had friends or other family members order their binder for them, but this can be risky, depending on your situation. While I don't know the ins and outs of your specific circumstances, risk management is important to me, so I would recommend this if it is a risk that is acceptable to make.

I understand what it's like to not have access to this resource, so what I will do is advise you against:

Binding with ace bandages (I did this before (multiple times, in fact, because of dysphoria), and believe me, not only did it hurt like hell, but it constricted my body so heavily that I may have done long-term harm)

Wearing a DIY binder (or any kind, for that matter) for longer than your body can handle

Doing DIY in such a way that even mimics binding with ace bandages. This means that your binder shouldn't constrict your ribs, breathing, or range of movement

Here are some general good practices that you should use to guide you for any type of binding, whether traditional or DIY:

When you start binding, only do so in very short sessions to begin with. While binding shouldn't outright hurt, it can be a weird transition while your body is getting used to that new sensation

Minimize heavy lifting or exercise while binding. If it is unavoidable, drink plenty of water and take plenty of breaks

Stretch after binding

Don't bind while sick or have inflammation in your lungs or chest

If you DIY, treat your binder like it is a traditional binder. Don't make the mistake of assuming you don't need to listen to your body because you aren't using a "traditional" binding method

Ultimately, listen to your body. If it is telling you that it needs a break, honour that. Your body isn't punishing you, it is trying to keep you (and it) safe, even if it doesn't feel like it

In the end, this isn't perfect. Sometimes, parents do come around, even in their own ways, even if little by little, they come around. When I first came out officially around 2016, I was convinced that my transition would be completely forbade by my family; I concealed a lot of it in the worst instances of this. However, now, I think most of my family has come through their own journey with the understanding of the reality of what and who I am. I tell you this, anon, because I want you to know that this, too , shall pass. You can make it. I know this might be devastating to you, and believe me, I know what that's like. But it won't be forever. These bridges aren't burnt forever, and I hope you can find your happiness and contentment wherever it may be.

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #long post #if anybody has other tips or ideas then feel free to speak up #this is what i did before officially binding and what i have seen other trans people do in lieu of getting a 'real' binder #it did suck when i was coming out because i don't think my family had any idea how *their* hang-ups with... me as a person... affected me #and i think a lot of people get their preconceived notions or headcanons of you stuck in their head to the point that it is Reality #i think part of why my dad started actually *trying* to accept me was him realizing that i was actively hiding things from him...#...like he loves me and our relationship is fine now but i'm not going to pretend like he didn't massively blunder after i came out #and if it turns out that your parents don't ever come around (gd forbid) then you aren't obligated to keep them #you don't choose your parents but you can choose your family i think #i always always hope that parents come around to their child/ren and the reality of who they are but i recognize how messy it all is #anon i wouldn't blame you one bit if you feel many complex or 'negative' emotions toward them #i have many complex feelings about this and that's my own baggage. i hope i haven't put words into your mouth or assumed anything too much #i am sending you best wishes and care. this too shall pass💛

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resowrites · 11 months

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Daredevil - oneshot.

Summary: Henry’s overprotectiveness drives his pregnant wife crazy…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1765

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Daredevil - oneshot.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Henry's voice startled her and she almost lost her footing. "Careful, you're going to fall!" He dashed forwards, catching her as she teetered backward from the ladder.

"For God's sake! I almost fell off thanks to you!" Henry quickly helped her down, taking the large box from her hands as he did so.

"Well, what on earth are you doing?! You know you're not supposed to be doing any heavy lifting!" She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Don't be ridiculous, I had to get a start on clearing my office or we won't be able to make it into a nursery--"

"Then why didn't you just call me for help? I said I'd do it at the weekend, there's no need for you to be carrying heavy stuff or going up and down ladders--"

"Henry, you promised not to start becoming a fusspot--"

"How am I being a fusspot when my pregnant wife is scaling heights while juggling a load of boxes?!"

"So I'm not meant to move for the rest of my pregnancy am I?!" He folded his arms.

"Preferably, yes!"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous! I'm allowed to carry on as I would normally, you know women can even do weight training throughout their pregnancies?" Henry's eyes went wide.

"You're not planning on doing that, are you?!"

"Well, maybe. After all… it's better to be in good shape ready for the birth."

"You're are joking? You're not seriously going to lift weights in the gym?!"

"Well, I thought having a personal trainer come here would be better. Just let me know when you're not using the weights and I'll schedule the session." But he was in no mood for her teasing.

"You mean to tell me you're going to have some random guy come over and help you work out?!" She smirked.

"Oh, so now it's about the trainer? What if it's a woman instead?" Henry sighed and led her by the hand into their bedroom. Carefully, he sat her down on the edge of the bed and took a seat beside her.

"Ollie, I know you're a headstrong person but I must admit, I'm getting worried about how that's showing up in your pregnancy--"

"Aren't you being a tad dramatic? I mean, I haven't been advised to take any precautions so far--"

"And what if that changes? Will you follow the advice you're given?"

"Of course! Why are you making me sound like some irresponsible lunatic?"

"Well, I don't know about irresponsible…" She smiled.

"I'm serious, what risks do you think I've been taking?"

"Well, take a couple of nights ago. You got in the bath despite barely being able to keep your eyes open!"

"So? What does that have to do with anything?" Henry sighed and took her hand in his.

"Ollie, you have to accept that our lives are changing. And there will be some things you just can't do anymore." She jumped to her feet and angrily crossed her arms.

"Henry, I'm not an idiot and I would appreciate it if you stopped treating me like one--" she turned to leave only for him to catch her by the sleeve.

"Whoa, there. I neither said nor implied any such thing. But what would have happened if you'd fallen asleep in the bath Ollie? I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you or the baby…" Henry's eyes seemed to glaze over temporarily and she felt bad about being so defensive.

"Oh, Henry. I had no idea you were feeling so anxious…" She sat back down on the bed, taking his hand once again.

"I'm not anxious!"

"Look, I'm worried about the responsibility of becoming a parent as well--"

"I'm not worried, either. More… concerned. I mean, there's only so much I can do to protect you both."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's my job as a husband and father to keep you both safe. And if I can't even do that before the baby gets here… it hardly bodes well for the future."

"But Henry you do protect us. Every day, in fact. You make sure I'm eating well, and getting enough rest. I can't even leave the house without you holding my hand or walking between me and the road!"

"And what if that's not enough? I won't always be around…"

"Well, I'm sure we'll manage--"

But it won't be easy for them to have such a handsome, famous father!"

"What do your looks have to do with anything?! And I'm not a china plate Henry and neither is the baby. There's going to be accidents, injuries… times when we're sick. It's just a part of life." Henry looked down, shifting slightly from one foot to the other.

"I know, I know. But just promise me you'll take it easy. At least until you're past the twelve-week mark?" She looked into his pleading eyes and could see it was useless trying to disagree.

"Fine, but only if you promise to try and relax a little. Who knows what the future will bring but I want us to both enjoy this pregnancy. Before we know it, it'll all be over."

"You're right. It's just tough feeling so powerless…" An idea suddenly popped into her head.

"Well, why don't we get a fetal doppler? That way we can listen to the baby's heartbeat at home."

"Can we really do that?!" She nodded eagerly.

"From twelve weeks onwards, yeah. And you're also welcome to check in with as many times as you want each day, no matter where you are or what you're doing." Henry visibly relaxed and placed his hands gently on his stomach.

"Do you also promise to tell me the minute anything feels off? Even if you're not entirely sure what it is?"

"Of course, darling. I know it's just as important for you to have that information as it is for me. But please try and relax, there's no use worrying over what we can't control. Now give me a hand with these boxes, once they're up in the loft I can start moving the furniture out of my office as well." He jumped to his feet and came between her and the door.

"Oh no you don't! You're not lifting any more boxes. And if you want things moved then you'll have to ask me."

"But then how will I turn the loft into a workout room?" Henry's mouth fell open. "I'm kidding! You are far too easy to wind up these days. Anyway, I thought you didn't like it when I bossed you about?"

"Well, you just said to stop worrying about things we can't change…" She bopped him on the arm. "Ow! I think somebody's overdue for a nap, don't you?" As if on queue, she yawned.

"Henry, if I wanted a nap, I'd take one…" She yawned again and Henry just shook his head.

"Into bed now, madam. And if you're good I'll bring your dinner up later as well."

"Are you going to cut it into little squares and give me a fruit shoot as well?" He smirked as he made his way around the bed and pulled back the covers.

"Ollie, you can argue with me all you like, it's great practise for when we have an actual toddler…" She grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it straight at Henry.

"The only toddler here is you, it's why you're so good at antagonising me all the bloody time!" He patted her spot on the bed and she reluctantly sank into the sheets. Henry then lifted up her feet and pulled them around so she was laying straight. "What's next, are you going to sing me to sleep?"

"What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of being right--"

"How are you right?! I told you, I'm not a bit sleepy." But her heavy eyes betrayed her. He then settled in beside her, rubbing the base of her stomach the way he always did to help her to sleep.

"Come on mama, time for beddy-byes…"

"Hey, do you think the baby sleeps when I'm asleep?"

"…They'll be awake more than that." Though her eyes were closed she thwacked Henry on the chest.

"You know, just for that, I think I'll do a motorbike jump over ten London buses at Wembley Stadium…"

"Have you been reading my Evel Knieval biography?"

"Well I had to find something to do between marathon training and shotput practise…" He rolled his eyes.

"Well don't go getting any ideas… you're a danger to yourself as it is."

"Oh stop it, I was actually reading it to get inspiration…"

"For what?!"

"Baby names."

"You are not naming our baby after some mad stunt performer!"

"But Knievel Cavill sounds lovely!"

"Go to bed missy, before I launch you out the bloody window!" She curled up closer to Henry.

"Ooh, now you're talking. I like a bit of danger. Maybe we should put together a knife-throwing act…"

"Don't bloody tempt me. Now close your eyes and think calm thoughts, our baby needs all the help they can get."

"I will not! I don't want them turning into a nerd or I'll come home to find the two of you painting those bloody figures!"

"Warhammer, woman! And far better they do that than be some hooligan!" She giggled. "Can you imagine them having a goth phase like you did?"

"I was never a goth!"

"You had dreadlocks! And listened to Megadeath!"

"Oh God, what if they get the worst of both of us?!"

"What, like loving air guitar as well as online player games?"

"Exactly, throw in your third nipple and they'll be an outcast!"

"It wasn't a third nipple, it was a cyst--"

"Oh Henry, I can't bare the thought of them being teased--"

"They won't be! Besides, with the kind of school they'll be going to, there'll be much better targets."

"I suppose… do you really think our lives will change that much?"

"I guess so, yeah."

"But what about us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what if we change? I like the person I am now and it took a long time to get here…"

"Darling, I promise you will be just as uncool when the baby's here as you are now. Now go to go to sleep, you can't even keep your eyes open."

"Fine, but keep rubbing my tummy…"

"Will do, after all the more love our child feels the less likely they're turn to heavy metal." She kicked him in the shin.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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hi miss mei! happy mvm <3

may I please request the parents at indi's school fawnin over him as a kindergarten teacher? maybe single parent! reader catches his eye :D at a parent-teacher meeting.

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

hi lover!! this ran away from me and it's not either of your prompts but it's kindergarten teacher!indy!! i hope that's okay 😅

"No, Miguel, you can't-" Indiana's words fall on tiny, deaf ears as Miguel climbs the ladder regardless of his wet hands, slipping only three rungs down from the top of the play structure.

He falls fast, but Indiana moves faster, almost too fast for you to see as he throws his hands out to catch the kindergartener. Miguel lands safely in his arms, grinning up at his teacher completely unphased as you pull open the gate to the kindergartener's playground and step inside.

"You can't climb with wet hands," Indiana finishes his thought, smiling tensely at the boy, "You know that."

"I wanted to try," Miguel whines, "It was fun! My tummy felt funny when I fell."

"Well it won't feel funny when you land on your butt," You pipe up, keys in your hand as you narrow your eyes at your nephew despite the grin on your lips, "Why don't you thank your teacher for helping you?"

"Auntie!" Miguel shouts, writhing in Indiana's hold to drop to the ground. He offers the man a quick 'thank you Mr. Jones!' before racing to you, begging to be held in your arms instead.

"Hi, buddy," You grin, lifting the growing boy off of the pavement, "Ooh, you're getting pretty big."

Miguel looks pleased with your observation, like it's been a personal project of his. You turn your attention to his teacher who's watching you with a smile, eyes holding your own with an intrigued gaze.

"I'm Y/N," You introduce yourself, "Miguel's aunt. I'm on the release form, his mom is staying late at work today. The front office cleared me." You show off a badge that says 'visitor' on it in big blue letters, stuck to the front of your shirt.

"Indiana," The man sticks a hand out, and Miguel's face wrinkles.

"Indiana," He parrots, "Like where Mommy's friend is from?"

"That's India," You correct the boy, laughing good-naturedly with Indiana as you shake his hand, "Mommy's friend is from India."

"I didn't know your name was India," Miguel stares skeptically at his teacher, who doesn't bother correcting the boy.

"That's because you have to call me Mr. Jones," He raises a brow at Miguel, ignoring the way a little blonde girl bumps into the back of his leg while she's running from her friend, "Because you're my student. But your aunt isn't, so she gets to call me Indiana."

"Okay," Your nephew decides, though you're sure he'll solely refer to his teacher as Indiana now. He turns to you, dark hair mussed from his time on the playground, "Auntie, I have to get my backpack."

"Okay baby," You set Miguel down, patting him on the back, "Go get it, but come right back, okay?"

"I didn't know you were Miguel's aunt," Indiana muses, and your attention is back on him. Now that you're not occupied with your nephew, you let yourself assess the man properly, and you find that his face is strikingly handsome, especially when his pretty eyes are cast upon you.

"I've never picked him up before," You grin sheepishly, "Usually it's his parents, yeah?"

"Mhm." Mr. Jones nods, glancing down at a dark-haired girl that tugs at his pants, "What, honey?"

She's silent as she brandishes an unopened bag of mini oreos, and he pulls the foil sides apart to open the treat, "There, now go sit at the tables, okay? No food in the grass."

She does as she's told, plopping back down in her seat in front of a butterfly-shaped lunch box.

Miguel's done exactly what you'd warned him not to do, and he's talking to his friends, no doubt discussing a bug they've found or bragging about the dollar he'd gotten from the tooth fairy the night before. You aren't upset, though, because it means you have more time to bask in Mr. Jones's piercing stare as he turns back to you.

"So, is this gonna be a regular thing?" He asks, a deep drawl to his voice, "You picking him up, I mean."

"Probably not," You lament, "His mom just had to take some overtime today, and his dad is out of town for the day."

"That's a shame," Indiana muses, "Y'know, I saw you at the supermarket on Saturday, but I thought cornering you in the produce section might not come off great. Here I thought we'd have a chance to talk."

Your spine stiffens slightly at the knowledge that what must be the most handsome man you'd ever seen has set his sights set on you, and you clear your throat, "Really?"

"Yeah." He grins, leaning back on one of the tables, "I thought we'd have easier conversation here. Chatting about macaroni brands isn't exactly riveting, is it?"

"If I came to pick up Miguel on Thursday..." You trail off inquisitively, and Indiana's smirk grows.

"I'd be here. I swap with another teacher Mondays and Wednesdays," He informs you, "But next week is different. I think I should send you the schedule, just to make sure you have the dates right."

"863-" You're already reciting your number before he's pulled out his phone, and you share a chuckle at the quick flow of the conversation.

"Auntie!" Miguel returns just as Indiana's pocketing his phone again, a wink thrown your way, "Look! A cricket!"

"Oh," Your eyes widen at the bug in your nephew's hands, "Uh, can you leave him here? He's not allowed in my car."

"Okay," Miguel concedes drearily, but he drops the cricket in the grass without complaint, "Bye cricket!"

"Bye cricket," You repeat, much more apprehensively, "Okay, buddy, you ready to go?"

Miguel takes your hand to drag you to the gate, and you're the one that turns to say goodbye to his teacher.

"Goodbye Indiana," You call, and the man waves with that charming smile of his, "See you Thursday!"

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Your prompts ; 15.) "Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."16.) "Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...." For Jason Todd (it could be any version you enjoy , if your stuck maybe Red hood the movie? ) please I’m fine with platonic or romantic Yandere , thank u 💋

I decided to do the "Under The Red Hood" movie for this. Personally, out of every Robin, I am a Jason Todd fan. Had to alter one of the prompts to make it work. Sorry if his character is off, first time writing him.

Yandere! Jason Todd/Red Hood Prompts 15 + 16

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this weapon closer to your back...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Manipulation, Threats, Kidnapping, Slight sadism, Implied trauma, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavioe, Obsession, Unhealthy sense of love, Forced relationship, Murder mentioned.

Jason hadn't known love in a long time. Love was a thing rarely seen and expressed in Gotham anyways. All he ever saw was drugs and crime.

Crime that could've been more under control if Bruce stepped up his game. Jason did something the bat didn't dare do. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.

Jason had tweaked the training Batman gave him. He wanted Gotham a better place, but there was no way to get rid of crime in Gotham. At this point it was embedded in the city.

No, instead Jason felt controlling it was the answer.

His goal was to be the heart of it. That way he could monitor what went on in this city. Then it will be a better place.

He never had time to think of love. His childhood was spent alongside Batman chasing crime. He can't even consider Batman much of a parental figure after the whole bomb incident.

The concept of healthy, mutual love and care wasn't a common occurrence to him. Which is why, when he meets you, his feelings aren't... the best.

He had met you when you were a victim to some of the dealers he controlled. There was some sort of altercation that he quickly put a stop to. That was when the strange feelings started.

Helping you out, making sure you were okay enough to go your separate ways, made Jason feel something. He didn't dare dwell on it and tried to ignore it until he saw you safe. Then, on the roof tops of Gotham, Jason thought about it.

You were attractive in his eyes. That could explain the sudden warmth and fuzzy feeling. It's not like he hasn't heard of the cliché crush feeling.

It's just he didn't expect an undead assassin like himself to feel something as innocent as that.

He liked it, it was a nice treat. That's what made him mark you for all his gang members to know you're an ally. It made you safe and easier to find later.

Jason always knew where you were. Talking to you was difficult due to the whole identity thing yet he made it work. Occasionally you'd meet again... and Jason would enjoy every second of it.

Like the teenage years he never had, he fell for you hard. He never had time for things like this before, but now Jason has control of his life.

In fact, he has control of a good chunk of territory.

He has all the time he wants to indulge in the feelings he has for you.

Jason only knew he had an obsession after he established a close bond with you. Month after month... Jason tracked you and formed a connection with you. You knew him as the strange masked man who went by "Red Hood", while he knew you as (Y/N) (L/N)....

He knew everything about you.

Jason took pride in being the only one who knew this much about you. He liked being the closest one to you. He wanted to push this feeling within him further.

His obsession had festered in silence until he got bold. He decided it would do you good if he... visited you more often. He resorted to breaking and entering. Fueling his fixation on you more by breaching your privacy.

Then he felt it appropriate to do more. He already stalked you for your safety and info, he already killed anyone who seemed like a threat to you... what else was there to do?

Isolation. Keep you under his watch and his watch only. Then Gotham, or anyone else, can't have you like he can.

Understandably, when you saw him one night hovering over you in your room, you were not fine with this arrangement.

Oh well, you should have better security. You're lucky he's the one breaking in.

"If you want, (Y/N), I can hook you up with some better... locks. Cameras, too. You see, this is Gotham. If I can get in this easily, Imagine who else can?"

You make no sound, only stare at him with fearful eyes. You look like you want to scream but can't. He admits his appearance in your room was rather sudden.

You made fear look cute... although he preferred your smile. Like the day he had saved you... or the countless other times he watched you.

"Please smile for me... don't make me force you...."

The last part was under his breath, a barely audible threat he wasn't sure you'd pick up on. You stare blankly at the man in front of you, the masked man stares back.

It's so quiet....

....

You quickly lunge for your phone, Jason retaliating by knocking it off the bedside table. Jason then quickly spins one of his guns off its holster before pointing it at you. You freeze once again, shocked and frightened by the man you barely knew yet foolishly called a friend.

"Do as I say or I may just have to press this gun closer to your face...."

"...R-Red Hood-"

"Just call me Jason."

Jason has the gun steadily pointed at you. By this point, he was fully aware of how dark his feelings were towards you. This clearly wasn't your normal form of love...

This was his form of love and he liked it. He thought the idea of having you to himself was exhilarating. Even seeing you scared of his barrel made his heart beat.

"Jason, please-"

Hearing you say his name, not his alias, made his feelings intensify. He wanted you to say it more.... Hell, you'll have time to say it more by the time he takes you back to the home he picked for you.

"You're coming with me, (Y/N)."

"Why...?"

"You're always on my mind. Gotham is dangerous even if I do control the crime. With me you'll be much safer. You coming willingly or will I have to have my gun out the whole time? You'd do it for me, right?"

He knows what he's saying is ironic. The safest place in Gotham to be in his mind is with him and he's the one holding a gun to your face. Only more of a confirmation to how corrupt this city and Jason is....

This city corrupted him.

He doesn't want to let it corrupt you too.

"Fine. I'll do it myself."

You're yanked from the comfort of your bed, kicking and screaming. You struggle against him, crying words of betrayal before he whips the back of your head with his gun. Jason sighs, pulling your limp body over his shoulder.

He finally had you...

This city corrupted his sense of love and care...

While this city may not corrupt you itself under his care...

Jason will corrupt you, even if he never meant to.

#yandere dc comics #yandere red hood #yandere jason todd

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403tarot · 5 months

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hellong

i've thought for a while before making this post. if you're not a regular follower, i don't think it makes sense to read, but if you follow me and keep up with my posts, i ask you to read just to know some information regarding the functioning of the blog from now on.

i created this blog because i wanted to combine training my reading skills with my love for k-pop. and that's still true for me; i'm not here to be a people pleaser, a famous tarot reader, or be seen as the ultimate truth. i just want to showcase my work, practice, and gossip about K-pop.

lately, i've been making a lot of NSFW posts, and i want to say that this will continue to happen, potentially increasing. i even thought about creating a separate blog just for NSFW posts based on tarot, but then i thought, "why should i do that when 403tarot is MY blog, my space, and there i can post whatever i want? who am i trying to please by doing that?"

and i don't want to please anyone. i am of legal age, the idols for whom i create NSFW content are of legal age (yes, they are not your little meow meow), and the audience for my content in general is for adults. besides, tarot is a game. nothing that any tarot reader says is necessarily true or false; it's just how a person interprets answers to questions posed to 78 cards of paper.

"i don't think xyz idol acts the way you described" okay! take what i wrote as fanfiction then, imagine that they act that way and have fun. learn how to enjoy things without taking it weirdly too deep. i know some see tarot as something sacred, but in my view, it's just 78 cards made for my entertainment. for me, it's a mere game, and i'll always treat it that way. if you don't like it, and my perspective bothers you to the point of being hateful, you can unfollow me.

i say this because some of you have become too brave in sending me rude asks while hiding behind an anonymous filter. i don't care... i don't know who made you believe that you are SO important, but i'm here to tell you that it's not true. i don't care if you don't think tarot should be used for NSFW or that my readings aren't good enough. i put disclaimers in all my posts, and in none of them do i remember mentioning that i need anyone's approval.

however, anonymous asks are now permanently prohibited. you can tell me hateful things through ask but at least have the decency to show your username while doing so. from there, you can have fun and say whatever you want! you'll probably be ignored, but i know some don't get attention from their parents and therefore feel the need to seek it from strangers on the internet.

briefly speaking, please don't flood the ask. i know it's crucial to know if your idol is dating someone or if the woman he's going to marry is a foreigner, but if you've sent the same ask three times, rest assured i saw it. sometimes i just didn't find it interesting, wasn't in the mood to accept or i don't like the guy. anyway, check the upcoming posts on my pinned to make sure, and don't forget that if you're not paying me anything i'm not a employee of yours.

in summary, i will continue to do whatever i want on my blog, and if that bothers you, the door is open for you to peacefully leave. i've developed affection for some blogs that are frequently here in reblogs and notes, and you are the majority, so know that i like you sooo much and this post is directed at a small fraction of people only.

if you've read this giant text and made it this far, i hope you have a great day/night. 🦆

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wwenhlimagines · 7 months

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ooo passing out candy with my boyfriend HOOK?

Fall Fluff Prompts

A few weeks before Halloween, you heard about a nearby Trunk or Treat event and asked your boyfriend Hook to go with you to pass out candy. He hesitated since he didn't want to tamper his character on TV in case anyone recognizes him. You work backstage in AEW, so you don't have to worry about that as much, but you do understand him not wanting to pass out at your own house for your own safety. Obviously, you don't want your address getting leaked and to get unexpected visitors looking for your boyfriend.

The week before Hook seemed to get a change of heart as he came home with 2 giant bags of candy. "Fuck it, let's go pass out candy next week. Maybe it will help promote the show and sell more tickets."

You smiled and hugged him, cuddling into his chest. "So you want people to know you aren't always the cold-hearted handsome devil?"

He shakes his head as he pulls back, and his hands caress your cheeks. "Only when it involves my girl."

Halloween - Trunk or Treat

You grabbed the candy from the trunk of Hook's car as he grabbed his backpack and your camping chairs before the two of you found a spot to set up and pass out candy.

You saw so many different costumes, and the kids all looked so cute happily saying Trick or Treat, asking for candy. Your bubbly personality, in contrast to Hook's, made the kids laugh. You happily engaged with the kids complimenting their costumes while Hook simply handed them candy.

That was until you saw a kid walking up with sweatpants and a hoodie with a mini FTW title belt on his shoulder. You awed and looked over at Hook to see him rummaging through his backpack. "Hey there, are you dressed as a wrestler?"

The kid beamed so excited to have someone understand the reference. "Yes! I'm the best wrestler in the world, the cold-hearted handsome devil Hook!"

At that moment, the kid's jaw dropped as Hook turned back around with his own FTW belt slung over his shoulder. "Hey dude. Nice costume. What candy do you want?"

The child was speechless for a moment before you piped up, "How about we take a few pictures, and then you can have one of everything?"

The child nodded excitedly as Hook knelt down next to him, and the child's parents saw the interaction. His mom walked over and took some pictures of her own as you took a few pictures for your memories. His dad walks over with his little sister, who is dressed like Becky Lynch with a WWE women's title around her waist.

"Well, it looks like wrestling runs in the family. I love your title, Becky!"

"Thank you, but my name is Claire."

You tried to hold in your laughter as you nodded your head. "Nice to meet you, Claire. Your brother dressed up like my boyfriend Hook. They are taking pictures now. Do you want any pictures with him?"

She nods and quickly runs over to get her own pictures with Hook before turning to ask him a question. "She's nice. Is she going to be Mrs. Hook?"

Hook smiles, following her finger pointing over to you. "Someday, she will be."

You blush as the girl asks another question, "Are you going to have kids?"

Her parents intervene as her mom rushes over to her. "Claire, we don't ask strangers questions like that."

You and Hook say goodbye to the family as they continue on through the Trunk or Treat event. You see a couple more kids dressed up as wrestlers, and by the end, Hook was smiling from ear to ear. As you place your chairs back in the trunk, you decide to ask Hook what his favorite part was. "The mini Hook and Becky family. The kids were nice, and although the girl got a little nosey, it was still pretty cute."

"So about her questions... do you want to talk about them?"

You sit down in the passenger seat as he sits in the driver's seat, and you both turn to each other. "Well, obviously, I wouldn't be living with you if I didn't expect to put a ring on your finger someday. As for the second question, I hope one day we will have mini versions of us running out."

You blushed before leaning in to kiss him. You pull back and whisper against his lips. "Well, how about we go home and practice making those babies?"

Hook perks up and quickly starts the car before driving you home and giving you his own idea of a Halloween treat.

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#aew imagine #aew hook #aew hook imagine #fall fluff requests

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