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lovesickeros · 7 months

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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 2 ]

{☆} characters furina, neuvillette {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 1.9k {☆} previous [ 1 ]

This had to be a punishment of some sort – some kind of divine punishment.

She was bored out of her mind just watching the sleeping body – she hadn't blinked once in the past five hours, her eyes were really starting to hurt. Yet they still hadn't moved so much as an inch since she sequestered them away to the only place she had known to be safe.

But it'd been almost a week since then.

The only solace she found was that Teyvat had seemed much less hellbent on collapsing in on itself like a dying star.

That counted for something.

Not much, but something!

..Even if their position was no better then it was a week ago.

There was, after all, still the issue of what to do about the false Creator – the actual imposter – and the Archons following them like blind lambs. The other Archons wouldn't listen if she tried to reason with them, and it would only risk the life of Divine One if she spoke of their location to anyone else.

She also was pretty fond of having her head still attached to her shoulders.

So she avoided them all together. Partially because she wasn't sure she wouldn't have a breakdown at the sight of them..she'd never been a fighter, and fighting an Archon? Easy pass.

Instead she was forced to babysit the sleeping Divine until they woke up while Neuvillette handled taking care of the nation and dealing with the other Archons – and by extension the false Creator.

Really though, she would almost think them dead if not for the subtle rise and fall of their chest.

Though..this also left her with a lot of time to herself. A lot of time to think.

She really didn't like it.

There wasn't a lot to occupy her mind and what little there was only distracted her for a scant few moments before her eyes drifted back to the Divine like she was locked in their orbit, unable to escape.

She closed the same book for the twelfth time – she kept count – and returned it to it's meticulously designed place within her bookcase. A low, barely audible huff of frustration escaped her lips before she could bite it down, her stare boring a hole into the body of the Divine One with a sharp intensity she rarely showed.

She was tired, bored and constantly on edge, fearing that at any moment someone would find out about their presence here.

That, at the drop of a hat, she would be powerless to stop the greatest tragedy of her time play out before her eyes.

Neuvillette would have scolded her for being so petulant, especially around the Divine One, if he were here.

But he wasn't.

He was out running her nation, instead.

And what was she doing? Nothing!

She grit her teeth, nails digging harshly into the palm of her hands as she took a deep breath – now was not the time to think about that. She had..much more pressing matters. Sulking and letting her thoughts spiral helped no one, least of all herself.

Yet her attention was caught by a harsh inhale, the rustle of fabric – were they finally waking up? She was exhausted, but it all vanished at the sudden drop of life within the otherwise deathly still body of the Divine.

Her eyes followed the subtle twitch of their fingers, watching as their brow furrowed and their features twisted in something almost like..pain.

..She wasn't ready.

What was she supposed to say?

Should she even say anything? Would that be considered impolite? Does she wait for them to speak first? Should she kneel? Bow?

She doesn't get much time to find her own answer before their lashes flutter, chest heaving with every strangled breath. Every single thought vanishes from her mind the moment she meets their eyes.

For a long, silent moment she thinks that her heart must have stopped.

Their eyes glow like the cresting of the sun over the horizon, painting the world in hues of gold – yet it also reminded her of the dipping of the moon below the waves, casting the briefest, most gentle of lights upon the world engulfed in darkness. In the depths of their eyes was the birth and death of stars in the infinite cosmos – glittering stars in a sea of empty, blank space that left her feeling lightheaded and breathless.

Beneath the splendor is a spark of recognition in their eyes so vibrant it was like a shooting star piercing through the dark night sky, leaving nothing but the wonder in the eyes of the observer as the only proof it ever existed – brilliant in it's beauty, however brief.

It is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen.

"Focalors?"

The lilt of their voice nearly made her knees buckle beneath her – euphoria so consuming it left her feeling she was starving swallowed her whole, her mind blanking in a moment of utter bliss. It was..an indescribable feeling that she doubted she could ever hope to put into words – not in a way that could properly express it, try as she might.

She swallowed the words that threatened to spill from her lips – she couldn't make a fool of herself. Not in front of them of all people. She'd never forgive herself.

"Divine One," She rasps, clearing her throat and covering her mouth with a hand to mask both her nervousness and the small smile that creeps across her face. She quickly regains her composure, hand resting on her hip as she puffs out her chest with every bit of pride she can manage. "I am sure you must be confused, but worry not– your most loyal acolyte has seen the truth!"

The silence is deafening.

She opens one eye, peaking at the bewildered and almost distraught expression of the Divine.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

That..she was not prepared for. Surely they knew who they were! Surely they knew. They had to– she's been praying to them for as long as she's breathed, she's dedicated every hour of her life to living up to their ideals, they can't just–!

"Lady Furina?"

Neuvillette, thankfully, spares her the embarrassment of having a meltdown in front of the Divine, the gentle rap of his knuckles against the door making her and the Divine pause, the soft lull of his voice soothing her nerves and yet setting her on edge at the same time.

"Neuvillette." She clears her throat again, her steps hurried as she marches to the door and pries it open none too gently, a forced smile pulling at her lips. She wastes no time tugging the man into the room, shutting the door behind him with a short huff. The silence is, somehow, even worse then before as the three of them stare at each other in absolute exasperation.

Neuvillette, for his part, manages to get his act together with a sharp clearing of his throat, bowing so low even she looks unnerved. She steals a brief glance at the Divine, and she's taken aback by the uncomfortability twisting their features into a grimace.

Their expression is schooled back into one of empty apathy when he stands back to his full height, but she saw it – she knows she did! Did they not like their worship? Were they not respectful enough? For a moment, she feared the Divine would smite Neuvillette down on the spot..but they just stared at him like he was a ghost.

"Why aren't you killing me?"

The defeated, resigned tone combined with the way their voice cracks makes her heart ache in her chest – it feels as though her entire world is crumbling down at her feet, and she cannot explain why she feels such emotions so strongly, but it is suffocating. It is almost as if Teyvat itself is weeping, bearing down upon her shoulders like a heavy weight.

She feels the urge to weep herself, but she powers through, gritting her teeth long enough for Neuvillette to take his place at the side of her – though it feels more like their – bed, kneeling like he was going to pray.

"Divine One," He offers a hand with a quiet rumble of his voice, the words slipping off his tongue like honey. It's like trying to soothe a stray cat..though she'd never voice such comparisons of the most Divine out loud. "I..we mean you no harm. I swear on my authority as the Iudex of Fontaine and Chief Justice that you are safe with us."

The skepticism she expected, but the reverence in which Neuvillette must convince them – or perhaps they are simply so tired that they simply did not care any longer if it was all some ploy to drive a knife between their ribs. She didn't expect them to actually place their hand in Neuvillette's.

He didn't either, judging by the way he visibly brightened – not that they'd notice, but she did.

..Not that she could really blame him, her heels clicking against the floorboards as she shifted her weight to the other foot with a nervous energy that was practically bursting at the seams, more then a little jealous of the attention he was receiving. She was the one who found them, she was the one who stayed with them the entire time..but he gets all the attention?

How unfair.

"O-of course! We would never lay a hand on our creator," She adds, her voice a little higher pitched then she would have liked as she placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest and brushing off the sting of jealousy. "Least of all I– your most loyal, most devout acolyte!"

She felt baffled when she heard the sound of their laughter, her shoulders hunching and her cheeks flushing on mere instinct – she was expecting mockery, but the look in their eyes, still dulled by a pain she cannot even begin to imagine, made her hesitate.

..It was, perhaps, the most genuine thing she'd heard from them ever since before the hunt began.

She wasn't sure why her heart hurt at such an idea, but it was enthralling to see the beginnings of a half hearted smile on their lips.

For a moment, her mask of theatrics was forgotten as she stared at them in a mixture of awe and adoration– and though she didn't look at Neuvillette, she could imagine he must've shared such an expression.

Had she any doubts that they were her Creator, that they alone were the most Divine..they would wiped clean now. There was no mistaking the way the world itself seemed to grow clearer as they glanced up at her like she was worth something.

For a moment, she realized how cold the false Creators gaze had been now that she has felt warmth so gentle it almost made her knees buckle beneath her. It felt like a pale imitation, now.

Nothing could compare to the warmth that spread through her body at the mere semblance of a smile upon their lips. She didn't even mind if it was her they were laughing at anymore, she just wanted to hear them laugh again.

She'd make a fool of herself, if she had to.

She'd never felt so..ravenous for such a thing, but just the briefest glimpse was addictive.

She simply couldn't help herself from striding across the room and clasping their free hand in her own, her smile wide enough to unnerve as she leaned her weight onto the bed. For a moment, she considered pulling away at the way they startled, but her mind was made up by then – there was no going back.

"Again."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #neuvillette #focalors #furina #dont ask what happened here idk #this was. also supposed 2 be neuvi focused and then i.#dont talk 2 me abt focalors i wont ever shut up #got a 300k word essay on hand abt how i feel abt her character/how i interpret her personality and her story #focalors jsut like me fr fr (cries at the slightest inconvenience or the slightest mean comment)#shes so pathetic girlfail im gonna chew on her #what happens when reader gets stuck with two emotionally repressed french bastards?? hell #neuvi is the “emotionless” flavor of emotionally repressed in that hes HORRIBLE at showing emotions at all #ask him to smile and its incredibly unnerving and theres too many teeth but hes trying his best please call him pretty or he will cry :(#furina is the flavor of emotionally repressed where she makes it up by having Too Many emotions #using theatrics and masks to show everyone what they want to see but inside this girl is a MESS #constant anxiety and panic 24/7 #will do random shit and look at you and if u dont compliment her she will think u hate her and cry #compliment her and she'll do even stupider shit to try and impress you more #i love my scrunkly little babies they r so stupid and mentally ill someone get these bitches some THERAPY #i want 2 put them under a microscope #watch this be ooc fr furina when more of her lore drops if shes not girlfail im leaving #anyway see u in a week im going on a trip ill get back 2 u in 6-7 business days

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ceilidho · 4 months

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Situationship!Ghost hits you with the “no wonder your single nobody wants to deal with psychotic ass” and then turns his notifs off- cut to an hour or two later and he’s got you bent over your kitchen counter sobbing his name while he says some shit like “nobody will ever get you better than me, got it?” (I need him in the worst way)

he needs someone that can handle his crazy ass and give it back tenfold lmaooo. you change your locks and phone number, maybe even move apartments (or go stay at an airbnb or something) without telling him because you had an argument the week before that he wouldn't apologize for and the anger burns in your throat so bad that you decide to just cut him off altogether if he wants to be an asshole about it.

cut to days later when he finally tracks you down, pounding on your door to let him in ("bird, open up the fucking door now or i'm breaking it down"), his voice sounding more desperate and harsher than you've ever heard it before because he's been awake for like 72 hours trying to find you.

#i love when the reader character isn't just a nice sweet girl.....like my little insane cannibal witch #situationship!reader will text ghost like “sry i'm in ibiza” when they were supposed to meet up and he's already booking a flight

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riaki · 6 months

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hs satoru knows he’s hot; he flaunts it everywhere he gets the chance to. but still, every now and then he’ll get on his knees like he’s about to throw himself on your feet and beg for your hand in marriage— only to ask you, “baby, do i look cute?” and then you can scoff and roll your eyes, but satoru insists he needs validation from you and you only. totally not because suguru gets more girls than he does, and so when you bring it up, he tells you he can have all the girls on the block ogling him like hes a mouthwatering snack and they’ve been starved for months, but none of their attention matters to him like yours does. sometimes, when you go out on a bright n sunny afternoon to browse the streets of tokyo, he’ll swipe his glasses off and wipe an imaginary droplet of sweat off his face to woo the ladies (who are buried in their phones), and when you scold him all he does is give you an innocent look and whine, “aww, but i was only trying to make you proud, sweetheart.” and then he’ll laugh and say none of the women hold his interest like you do when you smack him across the shoulder.

(just tell him he looks hot, and he’ll melt— but not before you do with the look he gives you; the kisses he peppers your face with afterward. he tries to make it an equal exchange.)

#gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jujustu kaisen #satoru x reader #billet-doux #take this cus i’m supposed to be swimming rn but ion wanna #tell him he has rizz but only w girls and he’ll cry #he’s a ladies man and suguru is an everyone’s man #skill issue #gojou satoru x reader #he tickles u when ur upset cuz he likes seeing ur pretty smile n feels uncomfortable when it’s not there to greet him #gojo fluff #jjk fluff

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xyixxesx · 6 months

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Don’t Be Shy 🫣

summary: reader’s in the mood but too shy to say it outright (⚠️suggestive content⚠️)

satoru gojo

itadori yuji

fushiguro megumi

idk. y’all be easy.

#some slight cause my day was ROUGH #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smau #jujutsu kaisen smau #megumi x reader #yuji x reader #gojo x reader #Satoru x reader #yuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #idk what else to put tbh #I wanna be more active on here but I’m a lazy girl ):#this also wasn’t even supposed to be what it turned out to be

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ghouljams · 9 months

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The Witch makes a bet, Fae!Price shows he can’t be trusted.

It's a beautiful day. Although it usually is. Your ancestors bargained for the patch of Summer your garden occupies ages ago. The front of your house may be battered with the rain of the city, but out back its warm and sunny. You drag a wicker table and stool out to sit in the garden, enjoy the sun. A pitcher of sunshine tea and rose jam cookies act as your company.

You close your eyes, face tilt towards the sun, letting it warm your bones. Your magic purrs like a pleased cat at the ambient energy. You should air out the house.

Price watches you from the fence, it seems he's shown up late. Just in time to enjoy your comfort though. Your pleased little smile, the way your lashes rest against your cheeks, the warmth of the sun radiating off of you. You look like something out of a dream, your shawl pooling at your waist, haphazardly draped over your elbows. He wonders if it's raining on the other side. You prefer that shawl when it rains.

He whistles to draw your attention. Your eyes open slowly, lazy with sunshine as you smile at him. He leans against the gate, coaxes the ivy to cushion him from the iron, and returns your smile.

"Aren't you a pretty picture," His eyes drag over your form now that he's sure you're watching.

"It's a nice day," You tell him, his eyes crease, smile more sincere.

"Wouldn't know, it's cold over here." You hum, nodding a little. You stand from your seat and brush your skirt back into place before going in to the house. It's a funny quirk you have, disappearing in the middle of conversations. Price wonders if it's just him or if you do this to your clients as well. You return with another stool and set it on the other side of the table. A second tall glass is placed next to the pitcher.

Price takes a step back from the gate as you walk towards it. You stop and seem to take another moment to think through what you're doing. He wonders what goes through your mind sometimes. You're so smart, so stuffed full of knowledge. He'd love to help you empty it out, stuff you full of something more deserving.

"Would you join me for a snack?" You ask, voice just at the edge of unsure, "Just until the cookies are gone?" It's conditional, time sensitive, it's hardly a debt, but it's an ask, and you feel the weight of a tether hook between you two. It doesn't hurt as much as you'd thought it would.

Price's hand unlatches the gate and swings it open, and you think you've made a terrible mistake as he crosses your threshold with all the hungry grace of a wolf.

You settle your jumping heart beat, when he doesn’t immediately reach to devour you. He’s almost peaceful as he latches the gate behind him, shaking out the sting of iron from his fingers. You know better than to trust the fae, you know better than to trust him.

“You mind if I smoke?” He asks, settling on the stool you’d brought out for him. You shake your head.

“No, be my guest.” He smiles at you, and you hurry to take your seat again as he tugs a cigar from his pocket. You pour his glass full of tea, topping up your own while you’re at it. Your stomach churns nervously, the sun suddenly too hot on your prickling skin. What would your mother say if she knew you’d invited a strange man into the garden? Past all your wards, past the threshold that’s taken generations to build... She’d be pissed.

Price shakes a match to snuff it, and lowers his cigar with a river of smoke. You do your best not to stare, not to appear too watchful of him if only so he doesn’t think you rude.

“I’m not going to eat you,” He must have caught you staring.

“It would be very rude if you did,” You tap your finger against the table as an outlet for your nerves. Price hums, non-committal.

“You’re warded to hell and back,” He says plucking a cookie from the top of the floral patterned plate, he looks it over, inspecting the sweet before popping it in his mouth, “wouldn’t be able to do it even if you were under my teeth.”

You think his estimation of your abilities is rather flattering. Not that you doubt your own magic, but you’re fairly certain nothing would protect you if you were that close. It’s a nice thought, but you’re desperate to tell him he’s wrong.

“As if you wouldn’t try it even with the wards.”

Price smiles, hardly turning his head to look at you. You’ve never seen smoke like the kind that wisps off his cigar, heavy. It falls from his lips when he smokes it, threading between his teeth like water. You wonder if it’s the smoke, or just the atmospheric weight of him. Price’s presence pressing down everything that isn’t eager to oppose it.

“I like to think I have more self control than that,” He tells you evenly, “How about a bet? Your wards against my will power.”

“Not a very good bet.” You grumble.

“I have confidence in both,” He taps the ash off his cigar, crushing the loose embers under his boot, “you have my word I won’t hurt you, won’t even put a penalty on the wager.” You hum. Not entirely tempted to engage with the offer. Especially when it sounds like Price has no clear “win” scenario.

Either your wards break his bite, or he doesn’t do anything to engage the wards. Even a loss for both of you doesn’t net him any gain. He loses a friendly witch, and suffers the consequences of a major brief in guest behavior.

“Whats the wager?” You ask, suspicion in your voice. You’d try harder to cover it, but you want him to hear. You don’t trust him.

“One minute in my lap,” He holds up a finger to emphasize the number, “No penalty, no prize, let me show you how strong you are.”

You don’t like the heat in his eyes, don’t like the longing in your skin to be touched by him again. You bite the inside of your cheek, worrying it as you think. Sounds easy enough, sounds short enough that you could get away if you really needed. They’re not empty compliments either, the fae can’t lie. So why does Price’s confidence make you nervous? You nod your head once, a short jerk, and push up from your stool. You stand in front of Price, and he pats his thigh.

You settle on his lap and his arm loops around you, holding you tight against his chest. You try not to shudder, feeling him turn his head to keep the smoke he exhales off of you. He brushes hair away from your neck, and you tip your head to keep away from the burning end of his cigar, baring your neck for him. “Atta girl,” He tells you low in your ear. You don’t know what you expect when his nose presses against your rapid pulse. His beard tickles your neck, makes you shiver and shake with anticipation as he seems to rest there and just... breathe.

You do your best to keep your mind on your own breaths, the short and rapid rise and fall of your chest so stark when you can feel the broad, calm, expansion of Price’s against your back. His lips just brush your skin, his exhale touches you more than them, but all you can think about is his mouth. The teeth waiting to gobble you up just behind those maddening lips. You shift in his lap, trying to find some give in his iron grip, a way to wiggle your throat away from his teeth. You still, eyes going wide at the hard press of his cock under you. Heat rushes through you, your face feels hot, can he feel the heat that bursts over your skin from where he’s pressed against your neck?

“Price,” You breathe, try to breathe. He hums, drags his nose further up your neck to bump against your jaw.

“Just a little more, witch.” He tells you, his grip on you tightening to keep you from wiggling out of place.

He releases you and you tumble off his lap, fingers digging into the dirt to ground yourself. Everything is too bright, the blood rushing in your ears too loud. Price stands from his seat, his shadow looming over you as you tremble on the edge of something.

“I’m rescinding my welcome,” You tell him, feeling the tether break. Price hums behind you, snuffs his cigar on the plate holding the cookies.

“You’ve been a gracious host,” He responds evenly, his voice dragging over your skin like silk before he’s gone and you’re left alone in your garden.

#Fae!Price #captain john price #captain price #john price #john price x reader #John price x you #x reader #oh to be a naive witch in Price's lap #he's trying to fuck you girl!!#stop taking his bait you're supposed to be the smart one!#Price you absolute bastard when will it be my turn #this whole thing is just me wanting to sit on his lap and have him scent me #the witch scrubs her skin in the shower after this but she can still feel him on her #and every fae she passes on the street gives her a wide berth #they can all smell Price's claim

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theghooligan · 7 months

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i don’t know about you all…buuuut…i would probably let izana’s little, unhinged, yandere ass do just about whatever he wanted with me. 💀🖤

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a-mint-bear · 1 month

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Your Secret Admirer

Female Yandere x Reader

Part 2

Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...

[tw: knives] no blood mentioned

Part 1

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It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."

It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.

The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.

There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.

At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.

You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?

But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...

She looked... familiar?

You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.

You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.

You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.

Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?

You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.

She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.

She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.

You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.

"You're... being so nice."

You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...

Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.

You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.

You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.

She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.

You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.

You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.

"No!"

She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.

"Sorry, I just..."

She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.

"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"

Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.

You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.

She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.

"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."

By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.

You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.

"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."

She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.

You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.

"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."

Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.

"I knew..."

She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.

"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."

She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.

Right?

Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.

The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.

You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.

The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...

And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.

Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.

"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."

You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?

A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"

Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.

"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.

You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.

When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?

You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.

Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.

You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.

"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."

You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.

You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.

"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."

She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.

"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."

Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.

"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."

You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.

"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."

She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.

"I can be anything you need me to be."

She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.

"Just..."

The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.

"Look at me."

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shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o

#i don't know if this came out good but here it is #female yandere #yandere girl #yandere #yandere imagines #The Secret Admirer #female yandere x reader #female yandere x y/n #genderless y/n #genderless reader #i am ace as hell so pardon if certain parts read weird #i debated including any quote unquote violence #but yanderes gonna yandere i suppose #lady yanderes need an edge sometimes #badum-tish #tw: knives #tw: knife

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mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup · 7 months

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I haven’t seen one winter king fanfic or head canon, and I must say…

I AM DISAPPOINTED IN ALL OF YOU.

#what am I supposed to do while y��all are figuring it out?#y’all say your girl bosses but yet no work has been done #winter king #adventure time fionna #fiona and cake #winter king x reader #winter king canon

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thepleasurablemushu · 9 months

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A Hawks x Artist!Reader fic where you're out drawing random civilians and hoping for a chance to sketch some patrolling heroes too when you spot Hawks. He's taking a quick break, perched leisurely on the roof of a nearby shop, surveying the area when he sees you drawing him. He freezes, wings that were previously softly waving coming to a still, golden eyes locking firmly onto yours.

You avert your gaze so fast your neck hurts, and you unsuccessfully try to hide behind your little sketchbook, your face on fire at getting caught. When you've caught your breath and you feel brave enough to look back, Hawks is holding up two fingers. Then he strikes a dramatic hero pose and you gape, eyes wide with disbelief as you realize he'll hold the pose for two minutes, just so you can draw him. You do so with your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

#you don't see him often #but when you do he'll strike a different pose for you to draw #you start to draw a ton of pigeons to learn wing anatomy #your sketchbook that was supposed to have a variety of subjects eventually just features pigeons and Hawks #its a theme alright #Can i have time to just write silly fics and make silly art plz #Hawks as your personal model for learning anatomy tho???#a girl can dream #hawks #my writing #hawks x reader

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cerise-on-top · 4 months

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HELOOOOOOO IM BACKKK

can we get some Valeria Garza headcanons? :p

LOVE UR WORK AS ALWAYS DRINK WATER BYEBYEEE

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Hello! Welcome back :> I wasn't sure if you wanted general HCs or romantic ones, so I did both! I hope they're enjoyable! In regards to these HCs, there's one mention of drugs, but the HCs are about Valeria, so that's to be expected!

Also, to anyone reading this: Merry Christmas and/or happy holidays! I'm saying this today because in my country we celebrate Christmas today and not on the 25th! I'm wishing you all a few lovely days ahead :-)

General:

Playing games of any kind with her is actually infuriating and almost unfair. You’d think games like Monopoly would be fair since it’s based on luck for the most part, but no. I can assure you Valeria could set a world record on beating someone at Monopoly. But it’s not just that game either. You wanna poker with her? Tycoon? Sixty-Six? Granted, they require some skill as well, but she uses her nogging on a daily basis, so it’s not like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. And even if you only explained the rules to her once, she’ll beat you soon enough. Might also be prone to cheating, but you’ll only ever accuse her of doing so whenever she actually wasn’t. It’s not illegal or forbidden if no one ever finds out. The stakes can be pretty high, she’s not afraid to play for money either. But I advise you to maybe play over gummy bears or lollipops or something. She won’t be happy, she will complain, but it beats losing all your money to a businesswoman of her caliber.

When she was a kid she actually didn’t mind Christmas all that much, she quite liked it. It was colorful, it was bright, it was nice. Her parents may not have been the richest people, but she usually got what she wanted for Christmas as well, so it wasn’t a particularly sad time for her back then. Even now her cartel is doing well during that time since people like to fill the gaping holes within their hearts with drugs so they won’t have to think about being alone and freezing during such a festive time. She doesn’t get jolly like she used to, she won’t even wear a Christmas hat, but she can appreciate Christmas, if just for her earning a bit more money than she normally would. You can even give her gifts during this time. Depending on who they’re from and what it is, she might just throw them away, but if it’s something nice from someone she’s close with then she might just keep it for a little while longer. Although Valeria would never admit it, she does like cookies quite a lot. She can’t bake particularly well, not that she has the time for that either, but that won’t stop her from eating a few whenever she receives some from a trustworthy source. There is an elderly lady in Las Almas who she likes to buy them from occasionally. That lady is a real sweetheart, so Valeria is sure the cookies aren’t poisoned.

No one ever gets to enjoy it anymore these days, but Valeria can cook pretty well. She learned how to very early on so she could relieve her mother a bit from her burdens, but it stuck with her. She has a real knack for how much spice you put in which dish. Yes, she’s a bit rusty since she hasn’t cooked for herself in quite a while, but if you’re her s/o and you’re sick, you might just receive some birria or carne guisada. It’ll be unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Her food is a bit spicy, so if you’re not used to spicy food it can and will leave you teary eyed, but it’s really good. Naturally, her specialties include, for the most part, Mexican dishes only. But, in theory, you could give her any recipe and it would turn out just fine. Except for anything sweet. Sweets she cannot do at all, they’ll always turn out terrible. It used to get to her when she was young, but these days she couldn’t care less. She isn’t anyone’s housewife, so why should she care? Back in the day when she still had time for dating someone properly, a telltale sign she was mad at you would be her cooking for you, but making it unbearably spicy. Valeria could always eat it, she can eat any spicy pepper as a snack just like that and not be bothered at all.

Romantic:

It doesn’t matter who you are, Valeria will always be the dominant person among the two of you. Her personality alone won’t allow for much else, but there are also other circumstances as well. Besides, she’s been in the military and she can tell you from experience that the people there don’t think too highly of women. Ergo she wants to prove herself to be above those morons, especially Alejandro. While she might not be affectionate at all in public, it’s the small things in private that really show you who’s in control. Beckoning you closer with her finger, telling you how much of a good thing you are for her, moving you a bit so she can get to something she needs. Granted, it’s nothing big, she won’t put a collar on you, but she will do what she can to make you feel smaller than you actually are. It doesn’t matter if you’re 1,50m or 2m tall, whether you’re looking up at her or down on her, you will treat her with utmost respect. While she might seem degrading or mocking very often, she does take your feelings into account as well. If her being mean to you genuinely hurts you then she will do what she can to tone it down a bit. She won’t stop entirely, but she’ll better herself. You’re welcome to sass her back a bit, though. If it’s just some light joking around she won’t mind. Sass her back too hard and you will be put into place, though.

Going off of one of the previous points I made: Once Valeria loves you, she is completely and entirely committed to you. It doesn’t matter what you want, you’ll get it within days. You want someone’s head? Absolutely, no questions asked. Even something smaller, such as some clothing, jewelry, a video game console, a plushie. You name it, you’ll get it. You’re her everything in this rotten world, of course she’ll do what she can to keep you happy. And if one of those goons from the army ever tries to hurt you, then even the ninth layer of hell will seem like the greatest mercy the heavens and hell could muster. She’s fiercely protective over you. While she won’t kidnap you, she wants to keep you happy, after all, she will try to convince you to live with her. Somewhere in a place no one knows about, where it’s only you and her without a worry for those two pests, Alejandro and Rodolfo. If you ever were to meet those two then I can assure you, you’ll never see Valeria this angry again. She loathes those two men with her entire being. Not that she has a very high opinion of men to begin with. If one ever decides to lay his grubby, disgusting hands on you, regardless of whether it’s some guy from the streets or the president of the United States, he can say goodbye to his head.

As I said before, she’s a really good cook. In fact, she’s good at just about anything you can think of. Well, almost. Either way, she’d love it if you could cook well. In fact, having someone who’s willing to be a housespouse is a dream come true. She won’t always be able to come home to you immediately, but if she finds you having cooked her a delicious, hearty meal, she’ll be on cloud nine. But even if your food isn’t anything noteworthy she’ll still eat it because it’s from you. She may be a cruel woman at times, but Valeria does care about you and tries not to hurt your feelings too much. At best, not at all. If she comes home to your shared home being well taken care of by you, with you having cleaned all the rooms as well as all the clothes that needed washing, you’ll have earned something nice from her. If you aren’t able to do so, no worries, she can always just hire some personnel to take care of it. But if it was you, then just name what you want from her. You want some cuddles or a kiss? Naturally. Some tres leches or churros? She won’t make them herself, but you can bet she’ll get you some regardless. If she’s especially tired some sweet words might be exchanged as well, but don’t expect her to be like that every time. Sometimes she does want to be a bit sweeter than usual, tell you how grateful she is to have you, but she’s afraid you might think of her a bit less than before, even if it wouldn’t happen. So, while she may not be someone who enjoys giving words of affirmation unless she needs to, you can count on her showing you affection through gift giving and quality time.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #getting to write about my favorite characters today is a gift in and of itself in all honesty #plus I got my jacket today that looks like 09 ghost's and I couldn't be happier :D #I also got a bag and a one piece shirt and I'm so happy about that! I love one piece and I've been in need of a bag again!#either way these hcs aren't particularly christmassy since I thought I was supposed to go for something general #but I hope they're enjoyable nonetheless!#thank you for sending in a request for lovely Valeria!#the things I'd give to have her call me something nice are unreal #I'd melt like butter if she ever said something to me in spanish even if she just called me pendejo #either way my christmas was well spent in that I got to write about a girl today so I'm happy!#Happy holidays! Merry christmas!#Happy new year too if I don't post by then (which is unlikely!)

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natasha-in-space · 2 months

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Can you please write a headcannon post on Jumin as a girl dad.

OH GOD ANON THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH LONGER THAN I INITIALLY PLANNED???

Regardless, we are on the same wavelength. Jumin is definitely a certified girl dad. He just exudes that energy to me. Starting a family with a partner who he trusts and adores is a sweet thought Jumin starts to fully consider only once he meets you. He is a family man at heart. It comes to him naturally.

Now, if you thought the way Jumin is with you at the end of his route was sweet enough, you haven't seen anything yet. He will become the softest man imaginable with his kids. The press sees a stern businessman with a heart of ice, but the way he absolutely melts away when his daughter greets him at the door with an excited sparkle in her eyes is anything but stern or icy.

If his daughter is brought into his life by natural means, I think he would be extra protective and gentle towards his partner throughout the entire process. Almost to a fault. He doesn't want you to lift a single finger if you don't want to, and you will be taken care of by the best possible personnel to cater to your each and every whim.

Whether you are someone who will happily let things go and relax, or you prefer to be more independent, is up to you. Jumin may be a bit of a worrywart with you in this particular case, but he respects your choices first and foremost. You just have to communicate your needs to him, and he will listen.

He doesn't really care about the sex of the child. His sole desire is for them to be born healthy and strong. And for you to be as comfortable and safe as possible, of course. His father is way more pushy on the subject, though, so that's something to deal with, unfortunately. What Jumin does do is pick out some names with you in advance. It's a shared activity, one filled with many tender smiles and laughs.

Will he feel emotional when he hears his daughter cry for the first time? Absolutely. He would already be a big nervous wreck on the day of her birth. So many things can go wrong, and his head is buzzing with all kinds of possibilities. The lack of any means of control is stressful, but he does all he can to be there for his partner through it all. Now, Jumin is not someone who cries easily or often, and I don't think he'll be full-on shedding tears in that moment. But his breath definitely gets caught up in his throat, and his heart races so fast, it might as well just tear right through his chest at any given moment. He feels tears building in his eyes, and he swallows a huge lump in his throat. But, those are happy tears. Especially when his eyes meet yours. You are tired, very tired, but you are happy. And, most importantly, safe. And that confirmation is what makes him smile, too. He will only get even more choked up when he hears muffled congratulations and the words 'healthy baby girl' among some others that his overwhelmed mind just can't catch yet.

It's a girl.

His baby girl.

He'll definitely melt inside the moment he sees you holding your baby for the first time: the image will definitely be engraved into his memory forever. He has the softest of smiles on his face, and he kneels by the bedside without much thought, making sure not to disturb either of you, but still wanting to be close all the same. His favorite thing ever is when his daughter reaches up with her teeny tiny hand and grabs his finger. If there is any particular moment where he will cry, it's this one.

His perfect little family, all here.

When he sees his daughter again, who is already all clean and bundled in an adorable little blanket, he will spend a lot of time just looking at her every little detail, his heart feeling so full that he's almost not sure what to do with himself. There's no doubt that he will point out certain features that remind him of you. You can't see it for the life of you, but he's as observant as always. Definitely gets anxious about holding his daughter. He's afraid to mess up with his tall size because she's so incredibly small and fragile. It won't happen until he receives accurate instructions on how to properly hold a baby. He's very stubborn on that. Funny little quirks aside, it truly amazes him that you and him created something so perfect and wonderful out of your love for each other. However cheesy that may sound. As he sees your little girl in your arms, his heart fills with so many warm and fuzzy feelings, and there is not a single doubt in his mind on what it is.

Happiness. He is truly happy.

Will definitely take lots of pictures. Blurry, silly pictures that everyone will laugh at. He adores them though. His favorite one is of you and his daughter napping, with her on your chest. It looks like a huge blob of similar colors, but he's confident where what is. You'll have to persuade him not to put one of those in a frame in his office. Or not. It's possible that you are someone who will simply smile and let him do what makes him happy.

Jumin will never want to stop holding his daughter once he overcomes his initial nerves. The smallness of her appearance, tucked away in his arms and snoring happily, is absolutely adorable to him. Worst thing is, your daughter comes to adore him just as much, so good luck trying to put her into her crib. She'll start crying the second you try to take her away from him. Jaehee is going to encounter numerous instances where he refuses to move because his daughter is napping in his arms. In a more serious manner, it's actually a significant source of comfort for him. Overtime, he notices that he tends to go and hold his daughter whenever he feels stressed or exhausted after a hard day at work. No longer drinking as often. It's not to imply that his drinking was problematic. Judt thst his daughter is now his main source of comfort, after you, of course.

It's very common for these two to fall asleep together on the couch, with Elizabeth the third curled up at his legs as a bonus. It's a lovely sight, really. One that never fails to melt your heart whenever you see it.

Jumin will truly enjoy caring for his daughter. He already has a knack for performing repetitive tasks, so he's more than willing to assist you when you're too tired. Of course, things won't be picture perfect by any means, but you two will establish a very functional system with shared responsibilities rather quickly. He's very in tune with your daughter. It's no surprise at all, as he's naturally observant and keeps track of people's behavior for his personal comfort. He will eventually be able to recognize when his little girl is hungry, wants a nap, or wants her favorite toy (it's a plush of Elizabeth the 3rd).

That said, while he's great at your usual caring things, he's terrible at taking her to the doctor. He knows it's for her own good, but seeing her crying out of fear of getting shots just pulls at his heartstrings so badly, you might have to hold his hand as well. Getting shots is a stressful ordeal for the whole family, and you will have two family members to cuddle and kiss after all is done.

When it comes to terms of endearment, he's not at all shy about them. They're not anything crazy: sweetheart, princess, and firefly are the ones he uses the most. The last one is because his daughters smiles are so bright, they remind him of fireflies for some reason. Will occasionally slip in something different like 'baby' or 'sunshine' as well.

One of Jumin's primary love languages is gift giving, and you already know what that means. Gifts. Lots and lots of gifts. Your daughter will receive anything she wants: stuffed animals, puzzles, dolls, coloring books, robots, dresses, anything. Despite his very rational and measured attitude, he can't say no to you, and, subsequently, that same habit gets transferred onto your daughter as well. This may get a bit out of hand when he starts to genuinely consider getting her a pony just because she saw one on a family visit to a farm. You might need to rein him in quite a bit in that regard. That's not to say that he's spoiling to a fault. It's just a flaw you'll have to deal with, much like anyone in a parenting position.

After you, his daughter is his biggest fan of his humor. Maybe it's because she grew up around those kinds of jokes, or maybe it's simply because she's his daughter, nobody really knows. What Jumin does know is that it makes him adore her even more, if that's even possible. She will burst out into a fit of adorable giggles whenever he makes a silly joke or two, all while what workers are around at the moment can only chuckle sheepishly and look off to the side with a sense of awkwardness in the air. Does that mean Jumin eventually develops an affinity for dad jokes? You bet.

As I already wrote about him in a different post, Jumin will engage in his child's interests wholeheartedly, whatever they may be. He never received anything like that as a child, so he is determined to do the opposite. Your daughter loves marine life and can't stop babbling random facts about orcas? He will watch countless of documentaries with her and suddenly decides to donate a large amount of money to an orca conservation program. Is My Little Pony her new obsession? You should be prepared, as Jumin will talk to you about every episode they've watched before bed, and you'll love it. She loves transformers? Same story. He is cognizant of her interests and participates in each and every them. As your daughter grows up, she feels safe and supported in all of her passions. It's one of his biggest strengths as a parent.

Jumin will always give his daughter a proper goodbye before departing for work, and she will always be the very first person to welcome him back home at the door. Her happy hugs and good luck wishes leave him motivated for a new day ahead, and her excited exclamation of 'Daddy!' when he finally gets home melts away all the stress he has endured in an instant. She's really his little ray of sunshine, and knowing he has someone waiting for him back home is a thought he treasures up to this day.

Ladtly, he keeps all of her small crafts and drawings she makes for him in his office. His favorite thing ever is certain crafts that he can wear and actively fiddle with. Be it bracelets, rings or maybe paper flowers. It's yet another way of keeping himself grounded, only that much more meaningful, as it reminds him of his little girl. He finds Elizabeth the 3rd to be an inherent source of comfort in a similar way.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #jumin han #han jumin #jumin x reader #uhhhhhh genuinely didn't plan for this to get so long but here they are #it's girl dad jumin hours on this blog now i suppose!

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reirei404 · 18 days

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I had a dream while microsleeping that Vil was gonna get married to a girl and then she suddenly cut off the wedding, made Vil very sad and then (assumingly) months (or years) later he found a girlfriend who he loves very much (and is really down bad for) and started kissing her in public.

It then became a full blown make out session. Then I woke up and the dream ended there.

I was merely the viewer. I don't know how to feel about this but to the x reader or x oc writers/artists do what you will with this information. I am simply the provider.

#twst #twisted wonderland #reirei speaks #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x oc #oc x canon #seriously idk what to feel about this dream #also the first girl vil was supposed to marry had long dark purple locks about the length of her hips #the other had brown hair and she had it up in a bun #it was so cute seeing vil down bad for the second girl tho #like bro fr finally found the actual love of his life #and to see him so down bad #(and a lil ooc)#was quite amusing to see

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 9 months

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You know what's crazy for a character that's so supportive,

I be reading hobie x reader fanfictions and some of these pieces y'all are hitting publish on be having willlddd levels of misogyny

And I'm not saying you're writing Hobie as a misogynist. I mean the misogyny is coming from inside the house. Like the narrator is the one it's coming from and it be having me like

#Not Like Other Girls energy #VERY MUCH so #Also I saw an x reader where the reader was supposed to be taller than him #and the narrator had him call the reader a Goliath #like that's... that's crazy vro #spiderman #marvel #atsv #hobie brown #spider man #felicia hardy #spider punk #spiderpunk

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ellieslovr · 3 months

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my being a housewife for ellie post got so popular u guys do i write a thing about it

#my coworker is standing right in front of me doing the dishes i was supposed to do while i type this sorry girl #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Yeah ghost is good and all but goose owns my heart where's the goose x reader at i need to marry that woman before he can daaammnn

👀👀 forreal? Damn. Ok, here's Goose doing some real cowgirl shit and staking her claim.

The way her hips slide against the saddle, reigns wrapped around on hand, the other gripping the back of the seat as the sleek palomino attempts to buck her off is absolutely sinful. You'd only stopped in the exhibition to get out of the heat of the fair but now you couldn't move, couldn't look away. You find a seat on the bleachers just in time for the horse to come close enough you can see her smile. She catches your wide eyed stare and winks.

"Goose from Ranch 141, showing us all there is an easy way to break a horse," The announcer jokes, earning a small laugh from the audience as the horse gallops around the dirt circle in the center, trying to shake off its rider.

The horse slows, rearing back and bucking hard. You hold your breath, watching Goose leave the saddle and slide right back into it. Another hard buck, her arms are tight, holding herself in the saddle as the horse tries its hardest to get her off. You don't think it's supposed to look so effortless.

You watch the rest of the show with bated breath, waiting for one of them to give an inch. You're unsurprissd when it's the horse that finally breaks, standing still and calm as Goose looks around the tent. Looks for you, you realize when her eyes land on you.

She gives the horse a little tap with her heels and directs it your way, giving the crowd a victory lap, and leaning dangerously far out of the saddle to set her warm brown hat on your head. You feel your cheeks starting to burn as she takes the horse back out of the ring, and disappears. You'd think you were dreaming if you couldn't feel the felt on you head.

You wait nervously by the exit. People file past you tossing you knowing winks. You don't pay them any mind, eyes searching for the woman who'd staked her claim on you.

A hand wraps around yours, tugging you all the way out of the tent before you can turn to face her. Goose raises a brow.

"Hope you didn't think I'd abandoned you," she beams, you shake your head and try not to lean away when she leans closer, peaking under the shadow of her hat, "Fuck you're cute. You got a sweetheart I need to be worried about?"

"No." You tell her quickly.

"No you're single or no I can take 'em?"

"I'm single," you let her tip your head back with two gentle fingers under your chin.

"Good, good girl." You mouth goes dry, and you think it isn't just the summer sun making your cheeks hot. She's not that much taller than you but her confidence makes her seem larger than life. "Come on then, let's enjoy the fair." Goose turns away from you, tugging you along behind her towards the festivities.

"We aren't going to-"

"Oh we are," she confirms, pulling you against her side as you walk, her fingers tightly laced with yours, "but I thought you might appreciate a little woo-ing first."

You very much do. You think she must've sensed you were nervous, because she makes every attempt at making you feel secure with her. She leads you through the fair with ease, treating you to fried goodies and barbecue, adjusting your stance with gentle touches when you take a turn at a shooting gallery. You make a valiant attempt at winning her a bear and end up with a shitty plastic top. She kisses your cheek with the same enthusiasm, and wins a bear for you in two clean shots.

The sun is setting when you finally get led towards the exit. You have to admit, you feel sufficiently wooed. You don't think you've ever had a date this attentive or fun. Even just talking to Goose as you walked around was a blast. She laughed at your jokes and told some horrendous ones in return, and now she was eagerly pressing you against the cab of an absolutely ancient pickup.

Her hand slides into your back pocket and drags you close, she cups your cheek as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and kiss her for all the trouble. Although given the way she smiles against your lips you think she must've had fun too. It certainly bodes well for you when she swipes her tongue against the seam of your lips. You wonder if you're too eager, shivering when she twists her tongue against your palette.

She slots her leg between yours and presses close, making sure you have no avenue of escape. As if you'd want to when she kisses you so hungrily. Her teeth catch your lip as she pulls back, nipping just to sooth the ache with another quick kiss.

"I know the saying is 'wear the hat, ride the cowboy,' but I can swing it either way you want." She murmurs, thumb rubbing your cheek, "Just give me the word, Sugar."

#woah shes bisexual bet you didnt know that #oc: goose #oc x reader #x reader #literally dont know what to tag this as... also wasnt sure what pronouns to use so its fairly nebulous aside from one good girl #fun Goose fact is that shes tall like 5'9“ or so #at least here #yall my sister says its weird u wanna fuck Goose since shes supposed to be a reader insert #but if u wanna fuck goose be my guest #she'll gladly take you home #cowboy!141 #since thats my general cowboy tag

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