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Yandere!SAGAU x Secret!Creator!Reader Part 2.5
Short Summary: After encountering a group of hilichurls on your way to Inazuma, you discover the benefits that come with being the creator of Teyvat. (i couldn’t sleep so i decided to keep my flow of thoughts going.)
characters: Xiao
warning(s): blood, violence, heart attack, ooc characters, xiao being weird
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You’re on your way to the harbor, pushing Grandpa Fuyi in his wheelchair. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you put a bit more force in pushing him. The two of you travel on the outskirts of the town away from the dirt path that leads to the main town.
Not long ago, a deep feeling told you that if you were to enter through the main town you’d definitely run into Zhongli. Just the thought of it sent shivers down your spine. To avoid being seen, you decided to take a detour.
As you’re walking, you see a group of hilichurls resting with their weapons laid by their side. You slow your pace, being very careful with your movements…but as your eyes scan the area, you feel your heart drop in your chest. Not far from the group of hilichurls, you see the large figure resting against a tree beside them… a mitachurl.
It’s your first time ever coming across one and even from a distance away you can tell how large they really are. Their size in real life is incomparable to the size you’ve seen on your screen. The sheer size of the monster makes you freeze in your tracks. Sweaty hands tightening on the handles of Grandpa Fuyi’s wheelchair, you slowly begin to back away. However, the squeak of the wheels, albeit quiet, is enough to wake them.
They, jump up, alert. Their eyes immediately turn to the two of you, snarls echoing into the air. The mitachurl wakes as well, the ground shaking as it jumps up. Their loud roars wake Grandpa Fuyi up. He realizes the situation you are in and you can feel how hard he’s shaking through the handles of the wheel chair. You too, are filled with terror, not only in fear of your life but for Grandpa Fuyi’s.
Despite his fear, he yells at you.
“R..Run… run away!” His voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you quickly begin to wheel him away as fast as you can. But your pace isn’t fast enough and Grandpa Fuyi knows this as well.
“Child… leave me…”
Your eyes widen and when you process his words, a tear falls from down your cheek. The glittering crystal falls to the ground as you continue running.
“No!” you tell him. Your voice is shaky, a stark difference to Grandpa Fuyi’s which is surprisingly steady. It’s as if he’s accepted his fate.
“It’s alright… I’ve lived long en-“ you interrupt him immediately.
“Are you insane?!”
You keep on running. You hear a low hiss in the air and you stumble, cursing when you feel a sharp pain in your back. You head twists, glancing down behind you to see golden blood dripping from your clothing and an arrow sticking out from your lower back.
Your pace slows from the pain, sweat dripping down your face. You can hear the footsteps grow louder and the ground shakes heavily from the mitachurl’s stomps. A slight turn of the head tells you that it’s too late to run as the mitachurl has caught up.
Unable to run any longer, the gears in your head turn fast as you think of way to get out of the situation. The mitachurl is only a few feet away from you, your body now filled with adrenaline.
The mitachurl swings his club, you can feel the wind as it comes down towards the two of you. As a last attempt to protect him, you shield Grandpa Fuyi with your hands up, hoping to take the majority of the blow.
Just as you feel the club collide with your arm, a golden light blinds you. The light clears and all of a sudden you see the monsters launched away from you, slamming into the ground, their bodies slowly disappearing.
Who… who saved us?
Your eyes scan the surrounding area for your hero, until you realize that it’s only you and Grandpa Fuyi. Realization sets in and you stare at your hands in shock.
Did I… was it me?
You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Granda Fuyi gasping. You turn to see him grasping at his chest. It seems like the weight of the situation finally weighed down on him as his face is scrunched up in pain.
“My chest…” you kneel by his side, eyes wide. You panic once more, not knowing what to do. He’s having a heart attack.
Amongst your racing thoughts, an idea flashes in your head.
I-I’m the creator, you think.
You stare at your hands before placing them on his chest. A few seconds pass and nothing happens. Grandpa Fuyi’s groans of pain continue, frail hands clawing at your hands on his chest.
Your pillar, the one person to help you, is dying and you can’t do anything about it. Your hands shake, tears falling down. The tears harden into crystals, some bouncing off onto the floor, the others piling onto his legs as you lean over him. Grandpa Fuyi is too dizzy from the intense pain that he doesn’t even notice.
The time you spent together flashes through your head. You think of the times he helped you, the times he stayed awake late at night to comfort you when you couldn’t sleep from the fear of unfamiliarity. His kind smile and his corny jokes that took you a while to even understand.
As you’re lost in your thoughts with your crystal tears still steaming, a small light suddenly flashes from where your hands are placed against his chest. Letting out a gasp, you wait for the light to die down.
Grandpa Fuyi begins to relax and his eyes flutter shut. Your heart drops in your chest. It isn’t until you hear the soft sounds of his breathing that you realize he’s fine. You let out a cry of relief, resting your head on his knee.
Finally, you start to calm down and your breathing evens out. However, as the adrenaline leaves your body, the pain starts to sink in. You reach for your back, flinching as you feel the wooden arrow stick out. You curse, unsure of what to do. You know if you pull it out, blood will rush out like a champagne bottle with the cork popped off… but if you try and get help, your identity as the creator will be revealed.
Your eyes squeeze shut for a moment before you open them and grab a shirt from your bag. You rip the shirt into strips and roll up one of the strips into ball. With a deep exhale, you reach for the arrow, hoping for the best. Your hands pause, scared of the pain that is soon to come. However, with no other options, you force yourself to build up courage.
Finally, you rip it out, the pain of your skin tearing causing you to cry out. You can feel the blood pour out of you so you quickly press the cloth ball to your back and apply pressure to the wound. You wince and bite your lip to silence the scream you want to let out. Using the other strips from the ripped up shirt, you clumsily wrap the wound as best you can.
Finally finished, you let out a sigh, the pain still radiating from your body. After a bit, you realize you’re still out in the open with the sun almost completely set. The danger starts to sink in again, so you stand up, ignoring the pain. You wipe your hands, thankful for your black clothes that hide the golden blood stains before rushing Grandpa Fuyi to the harbor. As you rush, you forget to clean up the crystal tears and puddle of golden blood you left behind from the disaster you just experienced.
Filled with desperation and the need to leave Liyue, you don’t notice the figure standing on a hill not far from you, watching as you leave.
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Xiao was doing his nightly rounds when he heard the echoing stomps of a mitachurl. He quickly rushed over to the danger, spear grasped tightly in his hand.
He arrived just as the mitachurl attacked you. Xiao cursed, seeing the mitachurl’s club collide with your arm, thinking he’s too late.
However, he’s shocked by the golden light that erupts from your form, knocking back the monsters and destroying them with a bright flash.
Xiao’s feet are locked in place as he finally takes a good look at you. At the golden liquid that seeps from your body and the crystal tears that pile on the ground. His heart is pounding in his chest so hard, he swears he can hear it.
Is he hallucinating?
He’s trying to make sense of what he saw but by the time his racing thoughts slow down, you’re gone.
Dazed and unsure of reality, he slowly shuffles over to the place you were just at, the scent of blood growing stronger as he draws near. Xiao drops to his knees beside the puddle of blood and tears. His hands shakily touch the heap you left behind. A choked gasp leaves his mouth as looks at the warm, golden liquid on his hands. Just by touching it, Xiao feels like his karmic debt has somehow lessened just a bit.
It’s you… it’s really you…
He’s delirious, unable to control his actions as his hands scoop up more of your blood, bringing it close to his face as if he wants to cover himself with the proof of your existence.
Xiao wrestles back his self control and his rationality returns. Though he’s able to calm down, the need to see you remains. Xiao jumps up to his feet, ready to chase after you but he stops in place.
What would he say to you?
That he knows you’re the creator?
What would you think of him?
Surely you’d be disappointed with him for not coming in time to stop you from getting hurt. Xiao doesn’t think he can handle it if he saw you stare at him with disappointment. Just the thought of it makes his heart clench.
Although he’s reluctant, he fights the urge to follow you. It takes a while and several deep breaths but he’s able to tame his impulsiveness. Now, somewhat calm, he bends over to collect your tears, very carefully placing them in his pocket like they’re his most prized possession. After collecting your tears, Xiao leaves, intending to share the news of your arrival with the other adepti.
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You arrive at the harbor, breathing heavily. Grandpa Fuyi is still fast asleep. With a slight limp from the pain, you go around asking each of the ship members which boat you can take to Inazuma. However, each of the ship members give you the same answer.
The only ship leaving for Inazuma is the Crux. Despite it be being black, your clothes are still soaked with golden blood. You’re unsure if you can handle the chance of meeting both Beidou and Kazuha without them noticing anything. You want to give up but the radiating pain from your wound fills you with a sense of urgency that forces you to accept.
That’s how you find yourself in the lowest deck of the Crux, surrounded by sleeping ship members. Grandpa Fuyi lays on a cot by your side, not once waking up from his deep sleep.
You wait for a while, making sure every one is asleep before heading to the small bathroom. There, you take the time to thoroughly tend to your wound as well as wash out the golden blood from your clothes. As the last of it slips down the drain, you stare at yourself in the mirror, thinking back to all of the events that occurred.
You start to wonder, what other powers do you have?
You decide to experiment. Thinking back to aspects of the game, your thoughts land on one of the most useful devices… waypoints. The traveler is able to use waypoints to go anywhere they want in Teyvat. Deciding to put your powers to the test, you think of a place you want to go to. You rule out Inazuma, since the Crux is already on its way there.
Still unsure of any limits you may have to your powers, you decide on somewhere nearby, hoping that if it does work, you’ll still have enough juice to teleport back. Although you feel a bit wary on entering Liyue again, there’s a part of you that doubts the teleportation would even work.
This doubt allows you to close your eyes and concentrate. Your mind forms the image in your head and you feel a sudden rush of power. When you open your eyes, you’re exactly where you imagined, inside the Wangshu Inn.
You smile widely, excited over having discovered a very useful power.
“Y… Your grace,” a voice full of wonder calls out to you from behind. Your head snaps to the side, all excitement draining just as quickly as it came.
Xiao’s yellow eyes are wet as if he’s about to cry. A loud thud reaches your ears as he drops onto his knees in front of you. Ever since he saw you, your image was constantly on his mind. Because of your sudden appearance, he thinks that truly heard him, his desire to see you so deep that you decided to answer his prayers. His eyes are filled with an intense admiration and a twisted sense of worship.
“I-I… It’s an honor-“
“Fuck.”
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#yandere genshin#childe#genshin impact#yandere sagau#yanderexreader#zhongli#archons#kunikuzushi#xiao#yandere x reader#yandere zhongli#sagau#yandere sagau x reader#creator#impostor#creater reader#yandere#yandere xiao#powers#secret#secret creator#genshin#wanderer#inazuma#liyue
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The Dentist
Summary: The Creator suffers from tooth decay.
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Dottore x gn!Reader
Warnings: Blood, discomfort, dentist, fear, screaming, anxiety.
Type: HCs
Note: English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.
You cursed Ginger Head and Morax for spoiling you with all those sweets and yummy sponge cakes the whole time you were in liyue.
A few days after you returned to snezhnaya , your worst pain began to appear, yes, it was "tooth decay"◑﹏◐.
You couldn't eat as usual, no drink cold drinks without getting electrocuted, no sugar after today, no dessert after eating, no cakes or biscuits with afternoon coffee, it's hell for a sweets addict like you.
Noticing your suffering, Archon Cryo suggested that you get your teeth treated at Dottore being the expert among them, not really even she was suspicious of that.
And you did not refuse her request because not once did she do that, so you drove yourself towards his laboratory, which you never thought of entering because of your fear of those scary tools and devices.
You opened the door, which made a creak that made the man turn around.
"Your grace? How can I help you?" He said with his usual mischievous smile.
“I…I want you to treat…my tooth decay,” you said hesitantly, lowering your voice at the end of your words.
"Of course, lie down here," he pointed towards the bed.
You did as he asked, and your body had already begun to shiver, and you felt that you were going to wet yourself from the severity of the horror that you were going to experience.
He turned on the bright lights, which blinded your eyes, and stood at the side of the bed adjusting his plastic gloves, then took off your mask, which made you amazed, as this was the first time he had done this, and let us not deny how handsome this lunatic is.
“Say ah~” he said while holding that big needle in his hand.
"Y...you know what!!... I'm quitting!!…my tooth doesn't hurt anymore!" you said with fear as you were about to get up.
"Not so fast… I can't let your grace to leave without completing my duty to her." Dottore's copy came and clung to you tightly.
"Let me go…!!" you cried.
"It won't take long." He brought that needle to your mouth, which made epinephrine flow out, your heart raced, and eventually you passed out.
As soon as you came to your senses, you saw Dottore holding your rotten tooth with scissors, his bare hands stained with the blood of your mouth.
"You see?…it didn't hurt, right?" He said as he lowered his muzzle.
#genshin x reader#reader#genshin impact x reader#sagau#au#genshin#genshin impact#liyue#morax#childe tartagalia#childe#ajax x reader#dottore#dottore x reader#cryo archon#creater reader#dottore genshin#dottore x you#genshin dottore#fatui harbingers#fatui#il dottore
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Okkk imposter! AU (you know your the creater and so do your good friends)
instead of the imposter on the thrown being a random person it was your best friend on it
your bff thought that you should test your people and so when your brought to your best friend on the thrown y'all just look at each other and you are trying not to laugh as your best friend just changes back to their appearance and you just laugh at characters confused expressions
After clearing it up the characters are at your feet repeatedly saying sorry as you and your best friend are laughing at the stunt you two just pulled.
Any thoughts or rambles on this are to be sent to me either through @ or ask/suggestions box(please do tell me them)
If you do wanna make a fix about it please tag me I wanna see, thanks.
#creater! reader#sagau#messing around with bff#yandere#yandere genshin impact#genshin impact#yall are menaces to them#archons#imposter au#funny au#concept#rambles#thoughts??
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Lives with Yuu and Co.
Yuu: hey guys it's me ya person! Today we are doing Deuce's makeup!
Deuce: *waves* h-hello!
Yuu: awe he's so shy but don't worry baby I'll make your makeup amazing!
Ace: or you'll make him look like a troll!
Epel: Ace shut up YOU look like a troll. Deuce on the other hand is more pretty then you.
Ace: oh yeah well listen here you UNMANY-
Jack: shut up.
Ace and Epel: okay.
Grim: HENCHMEN I WANT TUNA!
Yuu: what do we say?
Grim: PLEASE!
Yuu: Jack can you be a dear and get Grim his tuna I'm working on Deuces smokey eye!
Jack: *nods and walks off camera*
Yuu: *turns to camera* So for Deuce I was thinking of doing a dark smokey eye with some dark blues in it since blue is so good on him. *looks a comments* "Is Deuce available to date? He's so cute!" Ohohoh Deuce you got an admirer!
Deuce: *blushes* U-uh I'm not dating right now because I want to focus on my studies!
Yuu: well you heard it folks this baby's off the market! *reads comment* "AWE well tell me when your available then!" Don't worry I will!
Ace: Hey Yuu what's this thing? *holds up eyelash curler*
Epel: *sighs* that's an eyelash curler you dumbass.
Ace: Hey I'm not-
Yuu: Epel can you give me my dark blue palette on my bed? Also Ace five me that I need it!
Epel: on it!
Ace: yeah whatever.
*door busts open*
Sebek: HUMAN I DEMAND A GREEN EYELINER!
Yuu: ummm idk if I have green but I'm working on Deuce right now so I'll Chek in a few-
Sebek: I DEMAND YOU DO ME NEXT THEN!
Yuu: ok just sit down and don't yell you'll hurt my followers ears!
Sebek: *looks at phone* HUH?
Yuu: here Deuce look up real quick! *does dark blue eyeliner* and done! *gives him a small mirror*
Deuce: Oms-
Yuu: UGH I know that shade of blue was a good idea!
*off camera a boom happened*
Yuu: fuck what was that?
Epel: *running in* GRIM EXPLOXED THE KITCHEN!
Yuu: GRIM MATCHSTICK (LASTNAME)!! BOY WHEN I GET DOWN THERE YOUR GROUNDED FOR ETERNITY!!
Deuce: I'll watch the camera!
Ace: *when Yuu left* Did you know it was actually me? I just told epel to say it was Grim. Not gonna lie it was the most believable one tho.
Deuce: why do you and Grim always fight?
Ace: wouldn't you like to know weather boy.
Sebek: did everyone forget I was here?
Ace: nope crocodile boy.
Sebek: first of all yes I am second of all your shoe is on fire.
Ace: OH MY SEVEN-
Deuce: SHIT STAY STILL-
#famous yuu#content creater yuu#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland yuu
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"Hey puppet boy" *picks Nick up like a wet cat*
The scanner I use is still weird so I couldn't decide on what one to post so I just put all of them here.
Alt versions:
Muse AU created by the lovely @handeemuse
Muse-sona belongs to me!
Do not repost my art!! REBLOGS are appreciated!!
#vals ocs#my ocs#comet wires art#my art#hello puppets#hello puppets au#hello puppets midnightshow#nick nack x reader#nick nack x muse#hello puppets nick nack#musesona#hello puppets!#hello puppets oc#hello puppets! vr#putting in queue so it'll deploy whenever#op is welcome to lmk if they dont want to be tagged i get it may be annoying so i apologize if so!#by op i mean the creater of the AU!!!#hello puppets fanart
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⠀⠀ ⠀ཾ ༚ 20/20 VISION
lalala! ethan landry x okokok! reader
#SYNOPSIS— based off of see you again by tyler the creater & kali uchis; you have no gag reflex, ethan tells a sex joke, and ethan takes a leap of faith.
#CONTAINS— best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, emetophobia, fluff
#AUTHORSNOTE— i've been wanting to write fluff lately so.. here you go xx
your unofficial designated spot in the carpenter sisters' apartment was their armchair in their living room.
you had a list of reasons why; one, it meant more space. you could stretch your legs, not worry about feeling someone's feet near your legs, and you could have your own blanket. all somewhat selfish reasons, but you loved your space. two, it had the perfect angle towards the t.v. that gave you the best spot in the living room to watch it without worrying about discomfort.
which was why you would've been mildly perturbed that someone was standing between you and the t.v. the only difference was that it wasn't just someone; it was someone who rambled too often, who had no sense of personal space while also being hyper aware of it, and who was a flurry of random facts (which wouldn't help him at all, unless someone held a gun to his head and told him to name and point at every country’s capital in the world).
"i've done it," ethan announced to you, his signature toothy smile seemingly more victorious as he looked down at where you were snuggled up on the couch. his well manicured nails (he asked you to do them once, and who were you to deny your best friend?) held his laptop, the screen facing his chest.
"aren't you supposed to be studying?" you asked him with a small tilt of your head, glancing at where the rest of the group was. finals week was beating everyone up, and you could briefly see mindy and chad chugging a redbull at the same time while tara timed them, before you turned back to your best friend.
"i gave up."
"you need to study."
"you gave up, too!" ethan looked down at the huge blanket that you hogged for yourself, not even thinking twice before he was climbing in next to you.
"ow— ethan!" you groaned, feeling him step on your leg.
"'scuse me!" ethan forced himself under the blanket you were snuggled under, making you share your beloved armchair with him before he sighed contentedly. "this is comfortable! maybe i should share this seat with you more often!" he said with a bright grin, making you sigh reluctantly. "i mean if you don't want to then it's fine too!" ethan added hurriedly with wide eyes.
"i was just saying that i wouldn't mind sharing with you because usually you sit alone— which i know you prefer, you've told me so many times and i get it! i really do! but i wouldn't mind sitting with you to keep you company because i really like being with you— around you. your presence. yeah, that." ethan rambled, finishing his string of words with a sheepish smile, cheeks flaring a bit red. "i'm sorry for rambling." he added quietly.
your usually tired eyes softened at that. he had always been insecure of how much he talked, you knew that better than anyone. "i've told you before, e, i don't mind. i like listening to you," you hummed, a downturned smile on your lips. "i like your presence too. and i guess i don't mind sharing my seat with you."
ethan's cheeks flared red at your casual words. you had a way of speaking so calmly, as though all your words were chosen well. in a way, he was a bit jealous.
"you had something to tell me, yeah?" you asked him softly, bringing him back on track.
"oh, right!" ethan showed you his laptop, setting it up on your legs. it was a notion list, color coordinated and everything, with an entire list of shows and movies you remember only briefly mentioning to him. "i made this list—"
"just now? instead of studying?"
"yes! so basically, it has a section where we can rate it after we watch it, and it's all organized by what we want to watch the most and what we need to finish!" ethan scrolled down the list, practically buzzing with excitement (and the cold brew he drank earlier).
"see? i know that i have a whole essay to do but i can do it later—" ethan said, waving it off with his hand. "because i know you said you would do it but i got impatient and did it instead! and look—" he showed you the wide variety of colors for every row. "they're color coordinated! and here's how i think the rating system should go—"
you had watched ethan talk the entire time he rambled, your usually tired and indifferent eyes softening when you listened to him speak. he talked fast— too fast for some people, but you liked that about him—but the way he rambled showed how passionate he was about different topics, because ethan only rambled when he cared.
it showed how much he appreciated what he was talking about. and ever time his cadence picked up and his words became jumbled and he began interrupting himself, you could see how ethan's brown eyes would shine with excitement. you could see how he began incorporating his hands to his words, how his lips tilted up when he talked.
you were so engrossed in ethan's explanation of the movie and t.v. show list that you failed to notice your friends staring at you from the dining table.
"they are disgustingly cute," tara said with a sigh.
"and disgustingly oblivious," mindy grumbled, clicking her pen over and over. "with how smart the both of them are, i'm surprised they haven't picked up on the clues." she turned to chad, who was sulking after losing the redbull chugging competition against her. "have you asked ethan about it yet? you're our in on this, chad!"
chad groaned as mindy nudged him with her shoulder. "i did. he didn't even respond. it's crazy how he can avoid conversations, you know."
you didn't like parties. not as much as your friends did— you were usually the designated driver or the friend that was always sober enough to take care of their friends, which you didn't mind. it was the socializing part that you minded.
you socialized okay, but you often just ended up listening to other people rather than talking. listening was more your style, but you were only a little awkward when it came to talking to complete (and possibly intoxicated) strangers at parties. you stuck with your group of friends and very rarely strayed away.
but ethan was the designated sober friend this time around, so maybe that would change.
three loud knocks to your dorm room made you go and open it, coming eye to eye with ethan. "you're walking me there?" you asked with a knowing smile, making the boy nod eagerly.
"yup! chad's walking with tara and mindy's going with anika, so that leaves you and me." ethan grinned at you teasingly. "why, you're getting tired of me already?"
"no," you hummed, closing your dorm room behind you as the both of you began to walk down the hall. "you're really not drinking tonight, huh?"
"nope!" ethan replied, popping the 'p'. "after i threw up all over sam that one time we drank at the apartment, and then i threw up on you right after, i told myself that i'd hold back on it."
you wrinkled your nose at the memory. "how responsible of you."
"i know, right?" ethan said with a proud smile. "but because i threw up on you that time, i give you full permission to throw up on me this time."
"i'm not gonna be that drunk."
that was a lie.
to say that your friends were shocked to see you become a more extraverted person after drinking would be an understatement. they were used to you observing the group and contributing to conversations with sarcastic comments, dry humor, and dark jokes that are often made much too soon. so to see you take a shot with tara and squeal happily with her (true friend solidarity; she was as drunk as you were) was completely out of the ordinary.
"i'm gonna go find chad!" tara yelled over the music, making you nod happily and watch her leave. adrenaline and excitement began to thrum through your body stronger, and your first thought was to share it with your favorite person. you began to walk around, searching for ethan, before you bumped into a chest.
"oh, shit! i'm so sorry," the guy laughed, making you send him an apologetic smile.
"it's okay!" you said, taking in his black hair and his brown eyes (that only reminded you of ethan). "i'm y/n!"
the guy smiled at you, offering his hand out. "jaden!" he seemed to be as intoxicated as you were, his steps wobbling slightly as you shook his hand. "do you, uh, wanna dance?"
"hey, where's y/n?" ethan asked tara as she passed him, making her look back towards the drinks table.
"she should just be around where the drinks are.." tara's voice trailed off when her eyes landed on you not too far away. your arms were around a guy's neck— was that jaden from her philosophy lecture? —as you swayed with him to the music. you seemed to be having a good time, the alcohol making you lighthearted as you sang with whatever song was playing through the speakers. "there she is!"
when ethan saw you, his heart fell. you looked so beautiful under the multicolored lights, your hair perfectly styled and your clothes fitting you perfectly as you danced with someone who wasn't him. your smile— your genuine one, ethan noted with his chest aching, the one that made your eyes crinkle and your smile lopsided —was pointed towards someone who wasn't him.
jealousy brewed in his chest along with the heartache, ethan's jaw clenching as he stared at you and the random guy. but he didn't step in. he didn't pull you away and declare his feelings for you, because at the end of the night, you were happy. content as you danced with someone who wasn't ethan at all.
chad came up next to tara, his arm over her shoulders as he steadied her. "hey man, where's y/n?" he asked, still fairly sober than everyone as he had only taken one shot.
"she's doing fine," ethan said, his voice monotone as he continued staring at you. it was unfair how beautiful you looked while you unknowingly broke his heart with every laugh and every flirtatious smile you sent towards your dance partner.
"what?" chad looked in the direction ethan was staring, his face falling when he saw you and jaden. easily connecting the dots, he looked at ethan empathetically. "fuck. dude, i'm sorry."
"it's okay, really," ethan said with a tight lipped smile. but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you and him, the fact that you looked so happy pulling at his chest because he wanted you to be happy with him. he wanted you to look at him the way you looked at that random stranger.
and finally, as you did a twirl into jaden’s arms, you made eye contact with ethan. oblivious to the way his jaw clenched and his eyes lost the spark they usually had, you gently pulled yourself out of jaden's arms. your steps were wobbly, and you nearly crashed into ethan's chest when you finally walked up to him. ethan's arms went to steady you easily.
"ethan, i feel like throwing up," you murmured, and ethan nodded in understanding, worry taking over his jealousy.
"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" ethan said softly, pulling you close to him as he guided you to the bathroom. he knocked on the door, thankful no one responded, before he opened it for you. he locked the door behind the both of you as you made a beeline for the toilet, grabbing the side of it as you readied yourself to throw up.
but nothing came out.
“go on!” ethan encouraged you, motioning to the toilet. but instead, you looked up at him warily.
“do i have to?”
“yes?” ethan gaped at you, motioning to the toilet again. “just go ahead! nothing to fear!”
“i don’t want to.”
“c’mon, y/n, why not?” ethan whined, making you groan as you stopped yourself from throwing up yet again.
“i have emetophobia, asshole,” you muttered, gently pushing his arm. “fear of throwing up? and,” you messily pushed some of your hair away from your face. “i have no gag reflex.”
“what the hell?” ethan crinkled his nose, blushing furiously as he looked at you in shock. you were honest, sure but never this honest. “i could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that.”
“are you sure?”
“what?” ethan said quickly, eyes wider than ever as he stared at you as you snorted in amusement. “you’re kidding.”
“maybe.”
“maybe?” he swallowed thickly, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge. “oh god, you definitely have to throw up now.”
“watch this.” you took two of your fingers and stuffed them all the way to the back of your throat, smiling triumphantly as you showed ethan your lack of a gag reflex.
ethan could only watch in horror and exasperation. “y/n, i didn’t need proof. i already believed you.” he took some squares of toilet paper before offering it to you.
“i told you so,” you hummed, pulling your saliva covered finger out of your mouth and wiping them on the toilet paper. there was a beat of silence before ethan coughed, his cheeks and ears still burning red.
“can i make a joke?”
“of course you can.”
“it’s a, uh,” ethan cleared his throat, avoiding your intent gaze, “sex joke.”
“even better.” you situated yourself next to the toilet, still very much feeling like you were gonna hurl at any given moment.
ethan sat next to you, clearing his throat again. “i know one way we can test your gag reflex,” he stated, almost ashamed at his own joke.
you chuckled at that, the horrible joke making a you sway a bit with laughter before the sudden motion sickness got to you. without another word, you threw up into the toilet. all thanks to ethan’s horrible sex joke.
he immediately reached over to move some of your hair. you continued retching into the toilet, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "i hate drinking," you grumbled as you laid your forehead on your arm, eyes watery from throwing up. immediately as you got the words out, you threw up again.
"i know, i know.. but i know you're gonna end up drinking again," ethan teased softly, making your back heave as you managed a laugh, only for it to be interrupted by you throwing up again. "it's okay, let it all out." he couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped his lips. “i can’t believe a sex joke made you throw up.”
and you almost laughed again if you didn’t throw up even more.
the sound of the party died into the background as ethan sat next to you on the ground. your head was laying on your arm, which was on the toilet seat. you were still intoxicated, and the world was still spinning, but you could see the obvious turmoil on ethan's face. you poked his arm. "what's wrong?"
"what?" ethan said, snapping out of his daze to send you a tight lipped smile. "nothing's wrong."
"liar."
"i'm not!"
"i know you better than that, e," you murmured, half lidded eyes staring at him. you had thrown up most of your alcohol, and while you were still inebriated, you felt a lot more clear headed than earlier. “what's wrong?"
ethan looked at you, eyes flashing with hurt as he pictured you again dancing with someone else. "do you really want to know?" he asked you, and you nodded. even while drunk, you opted to listen.
"you looked beautiful when you were dancing," ethan began, managing a soft smile, "i don't think i've ever seen you like that. it's not a bad thing or a good thing, but it's a new thing, y'know?" he sighed. "you dance really well, i'm surprised you haven't told me," a genuine smile appeared on his face when he heard you laugh quietly. "and your laugh.. i swear i would listen to it over whatever horrible music is playing right now."
ethan looked at you, taking in your obviously roughed up and intoxicated form. but somehow, even with slightly messy hair and most of your make-up rubbed off and with your breath smelling only a little bit like puke, you still looked beautiful. it was enough to make someone who talked as much as him to go quiet in awe.
"but when you laughed, and when you smiled,” ethan said slowly, taking in heavy breaths with every word. fear thrummed through his body, mingling with the nervousness as he twiddled with his fingers anxiously. to continue on would be to admit everything. to admit how he felt, the thoughts he had been having about you, everything. and to admit it to you would be to risk losing a friendship and one of the most important people in his life.
“.. you weren’t smiling or laughing at me. and i hated that.”
confusion spread over your face before realization hit your eyes. “oh.” and oh, it suddenly all made sense. why ethan was so bothered, why you were so willing to listen to one person speak for forever as long as it was them, why even as you danced with another, something was off because he wasn’t ethan. he wasn’t your best friend.
“you don’t have to say anything,” ethan mumbled, completely misinterpreting your realization for rejection. his eyes watered slightly as he avoided your gaze. “it’s been going on for a while now, and i get it if you don’t feel the same! i really do, it’s just,” he sighed shakily, “i don’t want to lose you—”
“ethan—”
“i was completely willing to just shut up about how i felt as long as that meant i could still have you in my life, y/n,” ethan said, looking into your eyes earnestly. “and i thought i could keep it under wraps but i have to tell you at least once because—”
“i love you.”
“what?” ethan blinked, making you smile, your head still resting on your arm.
“i love you, ethan.”
a toothy smile spread over his face at that, his shoulders relaxing as he searched your face for any doubt. “are you— are you sure?”
“i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t,” you murmured softly as you raised your head, making ethan laugh in relief.
“holy shit— i love you too.” ethan said, leaning forward, only for you to stop him.
“e, i might throw up on you if you kiss me.”
“do you think i care?”
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You don’t have to but can you do a Creater!reader with the fatui finding them first and either worshiping them or keeping them locked away because they don’t want anyone else finding them?
Fatui x Creator!Reader
A/N: You have no idea how excited this request made me! It highkey brought me back away from my writer's block so thank you!♡ I want them to be obsessed with us because I'm an absolute simp. Wanna marry them~♡ Ahem anyway, I really hope this is what you're hoping for! Also... I'm thinking about making this into a series. What do you all think?
Summary: You descend to Teyvat as their Divine Creator, only instead of Spawning in Mondstat you awake within the cold of Snezhnaya and the Fatui are there to greet you.
Warnings: Obsessive worship, Unhealthy relationships, yandere hints
Characters: Pierro, Il Dottore, Columbina, Pantalone, Tartaglia, II Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino & Pulinella
Winters Bird Cage
Everything felt so numb but still ever so comforting; it radiated warmth despite being snow. Your eyes glided across the soft surface of snow you had awoken amongst. This was your land, your world - yet you had chosen to live a life within a mortal body. Just one simple life cycle to truly cherish your world in person. Yes, there was always the option of descending in your true God-like form, but you decided to keep things low and hidden though that didn't really work. Though you were in human form, many if not all could sense your presence there. The announcement of your arrival was rapidly spread and now there's a group of people challenging the snow as they rush toward you. Hm. This truly was what cold felt like? Numb and prickly... Your body began to shiver as goosebumps began to litter your skin.
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"Cold..." Your gentle voice spoke as what mortals call 'dragon breath' left your lips. Warm and cold air swirled in a mist-like manner as that word was spoken… Truly pretty.
"Your grace!" Childe was the first to reach you, his red scarf soon being wrapped around you along with his fluffy coat. "Please forgive my casual touch, my Creator." He was soon upon his knees bowing his head to you and as the other Harbingers arrived they too bowed alongside Childe.
"We have long awaited your arrival, my Grace." Pierro was the first to speak to you as the others kept their heads bowed. "It is an honour you blessed our land with your current mortal touch... Please, join us won't you? Allow us to treat you with our highest care…" Il Dottore was the next to speak, eyes shimmering with curiosity and love for you.
"My Grace, although I'm sure you know this already, we must bring you to our home so that you don't grow sick due to the cold." He paused momentarily, a flash of worry in his eyes at your weaker state. "Mortals are fragile after all." You allowed your eyes to wander between them all before finally falling back upon Childes - he seemed to agree with them.
"O-okay. I'd like that…" You smiled lightly at them all and that instantly spread joy through them all. "Childe…" His eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours. You're calling for him? "I want to stay beside you. Please…" Yes, you knew the other harbingers but you knew Childe the best and had grown very fond of him - his presence always felt comforting. "It's really cold." Arlecchino piped up with her eyes gazing over at you all.
"You heard our Grace, let's move back toward the warmth, I won't have them freezing out here." Childe immediately nodded, holding his hand out for you. After taking his hand, you instantly hugged him tightly practically drowning in his large Harbinger jacket. "Tired." Without thinking, he lifted you up in his arms and allowed his jacket to act much like a blanket. Melting at the sight of The Creator in his clothes, he moved toward the others whilst keeping you safe. He didn't want them touching or looking at you… But alas, you didn't just make him did you? Though he wishes it was just him at times.
"Let's move now." Pierro soon piped up, standing along with everyone else and rapidly moving toward their home. The warmth Childe provided was perfect… if anything, you were feeling your consciousness slipping from you and the hushed rapid words against your ear helped aid that.
"Sleep, My Divine. I won't allow anybody to take you from me so just rest now. I will be here when you wake up."
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"...Speak to me, Speak to me with love in your words." Singing… What a beautiful form of communication. That's why you ensured melodies like this existed throughout the world of Teyvat, the comfort and message each song brought always warmed you. "Make for me... Make for me a soft universe." Opening your eyes you blinked a little, your hand being held by Childes who was sleeping peacefully beside the bed you were currently laying in. He kept his promise and he was exactly where he said he would be beside you. You didn't want him moving too far away from you as afterall, he was currently the only form of comfort and familiarity you had right now despite creating the lands themselves. Though If he's asleep then where is that beautiful melody coming from? Shifting your eyes away from Childe, they soon landed upon Columbina whose eyes were gazing straight into your own. Her body was half slumped across the bed nearing your legs with a soft smile against her lips.
"Your Grace, you've woken at long last!" Much like her singing, her voice too was gentle and filled with sparks of joy. "Childe refused to let go of you but I just couldn't let him have you all to himself now could I? He needs to learn to share." Her smile didn't once falter and her eyes seemed perfectly content gazing into your golden ones. Columbine soon sat up with a gentle hum in continuation of her previous melody, swinging her legs slightly whilst sitting on the chair beside the bed you were laid in. "Tell me... Do you love me?" You instantly nodded - of course you did! You loved all of your creations equally.
"Yes I do." Her smile soon grew at this.
"And I too love you, My Divine. I shall do anything you wish of me." Soft giggles left her which caused Childe's hand to tighten a little around yours.
"You aren't disturbing and bothering our creator with your nonsense, are you?" Turning to once again face Childe, his eyes opened and the first thing he did was glare at her.
"Oh no, don't worry it's okay." You smiled at him, lightly gripping his hand in reassurance. "She was just keeping me company whilst you slept!" He returned your smile and simply nodded, but you barely made out what he mumbled beneath his breath.
"Then I won't rest again if it means your affection will be stolen from me. You're mine."
"Hm?" His usual grin returned,
"Nothing, My Divine." A few rapid knocks sounded at the door and the silence felt beyond worrisome. You had just reawoken in a fragile mortal body, you didn't wish for any surprises. Chide seemed to notice your worry and he soon soothed it with a smile. "Don't fret, your grace, I shall always protect you." Columbine soon interjected with her voice,
"I too will forever protect you! But you don't need to worry here, everyone here worships you as they should." Nodding softly, you allowed yourself to trust their words.
"Come in." Upon the sound of the door opening Arlecchino soon bowed upon one knee - her head low like she wasn't blessed enough to even meet your gaze.
"My Divine. Please forgive my reckless interruption but I've been sent by Pierro and Pulinella to ask if you would bless us with your presence in the dining room." She took a breath, tempting fate by gazing up and meeting your golden orbs. Your gaze on her alone was enough to fill her heart with pure joy and love within an instant. It also made her aware of how close the other two were. And... Is that Chide holding your hand?
"Why are you both treating our Creator so casually? Step away and beg." Her voice seemed similar to a growl, fury rapidly filling her.
"No. I promised to be beside them, don't go around giving orders that you're unable to give." Childe replied just as quickly as she stood. Columbine however made no effort to move either as she continued to hum a tune that was mixed in with the occasional giggle.
"It's okay, Chino." What was that? Did you just bless her with a nickname? Did they have nicknames yet? According to their shocked faces, they didn't. "I- Sorry. Is it okay to call you that?" Did you even have to ask? She'd be your pet if you desired and she'd be thrilled to be yours. A nickname unique to her though? That's a gift from the Divine Creator - how could she possibly decline this wonderful gift?
"Of course! Anything from you I adore." Your small burst of laughter had them all clinging at your every word.
"I wanted them to be beside me, it felt lonely and cold." It seemed that you disliked being cold. Did you wish for her jacket instead of his? She will happily give it to you, it's probably warmer too. Or would you rather she destroyed the Cyro Archon herself? To dethrone the Tsaritsa, maybe even to kill? Anything for you. Just name it and it shall be yours. "But I'm happy to go if you're all there too! I'm just nervous within a mortal body. Please forgive my timidness."
"Please don't fret, your grace!" Columbine smiled at you, "You showed us your Strength and gave us all life... Now allow us to care for you whilst you're fragile like a butterfly."
"Let us show you our undying loyalty to you and you alone." Childe soon cut in before helping you stand.
"Are you prepared to meet the rest of your loyal acolytes my Divine?"
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The Fatui on their knees was usually a sight only the Tsaritsa got to see, but now? Now this sight was for you and you alone.
"My Divine," Pierro began, "Welcome home." At this they all stood as he walked forward and guided you to the head chair of the dining hall. Upon being seated everyone else soon did the same and sat themselves variously at the table. Pierro to your left and Childe protectively to your right. Pulinella soon spoke alongside him.
"Choosing Snezhnaya as your mortal forms birthplace truly was a wise decision indeed. Though we didn't expect anything less from you and we are pleased to know you chose us."
"I'm really glad to be here too! To finally meet you all in person, but I-" Sandrone and Pantalone soon stood up and after bowing to you they both approached, Presenting to you a golden laced Fatui coat.
"We made this for you, your grace." Sandrone smiled as she held the coat out to you. Pantalone hummed as he took it from her arms and assisted you with putting it on, much to everyone else's disapproval though.
"I had it designed right away for you, My Divine." His grin at you made your heart begin to pick up. Was this nervousness or glee? "Only the finest golden lace and materials for you. We can't have our precious God of all Gods cold now can we?" Sandrone soon sat back upon her machine, eyes sparling at meeting your own golden gaze.
"Especially during your stay as a mortal!" Did they think you were staying here forever? But you had to visit the other nations and all of your other favourite Creations!
"Ah - this truly is beyond beautiful… Thank you all! But I'm going to be visiting other nations too!" Your smile calmed them but it didn't stop Dottore from expressing his distaste.
"Other nations? Oh my sweet Divine don't you see?" He gestured around, "Everything that you'll ever need is right here."
"My Divine… You have all the love and loyalty you could ever desire and your most powerful acolytes at your every breath." Childe grinned at you, "Don't you wish to stay?"
//
Snezhnaya could be a place you could love and adore... Or it could be a winters bird cage just for you. So, my Divine. What is your choice?
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You have to be my absolute fav creater. I have just binged read everything ❤️❤️❤️❤️. Can i pretty please have some clingy Miranda. Can be smut if you want.
Clingy
Miranda Hilmarson x Reader
Authors Note: It’s short, but fluffy cuteness nonetheless.
“Hmm... Miranda, you need to let me go... I have to get ready for work.” You mumble sleepily, shifting your body slightly to cue Miranda to shift her body weight off of you so you could get up out of bed. The attempts to break free only caused the blonde to tighten her grip around you, snuggling her face into the crook of your neck and releasing a grumble.
“Honey... Let me up.” You urged your girlfriend once more, but she growled and pushed her body weight on top of you more, not ready for you to leave her home alone. Lifting her chin, Miranda began pressing kisses all over your neck, moving her way up to your chin, and then cheek.
Her loving attack caused a giggle to raise in your throat, only spurring her on even more, “Mir- Ah, Andy! Stop! Hahaha, stop!” Your words were spoken through your own fit of laughter and even while you told her to stop, the attention and love she gave was the only wake up call you wanted to receive.
With her thigh resting across your hips and her arm tightened around your torso, getting out of bed was beginning to feel impossible.
The sleepy constable’s voice finally sounded, deep and thick with sleep, “Don’t leave… Just stay in bed with me all day.”
“That is tempting, but I really have to go to work…” Turning your head towards her and placing a hand on her cheek, you begin offering her the same peppering of kisses around her face. Hopefully, providing her with attention in return could allow you freedom from the bed to get to work on time. Miranda hummed in appreciation for the love, a smile growing on her lips.
After a minute or so, you attempt getting up once more, to no avail. Her body shifts to lay entirely upon you and her face buries itself into the crook of your neck, lips attaching themselves to your throat. Miranda leaves a few lazy kisses behind before she stops to speak, “I don’t want you to go… We haven’t had a day off together in weeks…”
“Honey…” You feel your heart break a bit in your chest, but you really had no say in the matter, you had to go to work. Pushing your hands up to the constable’s hair, you begin running your hands through her blonde locks repeatedly, hoping to bring her some form of comfort, “We can do lunch today? I’ll be home by 4:30 and then we can do whatever you would like for the rest of the night.”
“Then can we just snuggle when you get home?” Miranda’s tone sounded so small and defeated. She was finally aware that you wouldn’t be calling into work and faking an illness to spend the day with her.
Taking her face in your hands, you tilt her face upwards so you could look her directly in the eyes as you speak, “I will give you all the hugs, kisses, and snuggles when I get home, baby.”
“Fine…” Miranda gives you a final squeeze and slides off your frame, allowing you to start getting ready for work. Sliding out from the bed, you pad off to the bathroom to prepare for work, but when you peek back out the bathroom door, you see Miranda sitting sleepily at the edge of the bed. Her form was sleepily slouched, still not quite happy with the morning’s chosen arrangement.
Toothbrush hanging from your mouth, you make your way over to Miranda, coming to stand before her. She smiles to herself and parts her legs so you could stand between them. Wrapping her arms around your waist with her head pressed into your abdomen, Miranda appreciated the extra moments of contact with you. You took your time brushing your teeth, brushing them far longer than you needed. You then repeated the same process, retrieving an item to get ready and standing in Miranda’s arms through each part of your morning routine.
It was mornings like this you were happy you woke up a half hour earlier than needed to spend a little extra time with Miranda
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No outbreak!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
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Summary: You're sick and Joel won't let you go to work.
Warnings: Being sick. Extra for talking about covid, but reader doesn't have covid.
Immersability: Reader is fem bc this is specifically written for someone. Usually in drabbles I try to make the reader gender non descript just to make them accessible to people of all genders but this is for someone. I toyed around with sick indicators like looking flushed or pale, but I just landed on describing a change in coloring. I'm sorry if that's not vague enough.
A/n: Written for @joelsgreys who I saw was sicky wicky and I just wanted to give a few short paragraphs of comfort.
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"No."
Joel stands in front of your bed, arms crossed and already dressed for the day. You had been sleeping in, or trying to. How was he not cold? You were freezing.
You try to get out of bed, but Joel walks over, gently but firmly laying you back down. "Joel! I have to go to work!"
"Like hell you do." Joel pulls the covers up over your shaking form. "You were up all night hack'n up a lung, what if you have covid?"
"I don't have covid, I checked last night."
Joel furrows his brow as he looked down at you. "What? When?"
Coughing loudly, you try to convince your husband you were fine. "I took a test around 5 when I thought *cough cough* I was gonna puke."
"Sweetheart..." He kneels down beside you, brushing hair out of your sweaty forehead. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Because you have to work too! It made no sense for us to be miserable."
Joel sigh, pulling out his phone. "Try and look as sick and sad and possible."
You didn't have to try too hard. Your change in coloring was apparent and your face gleaned with sweat. Your nose was raw and dry and chapped from wiping it and your eyes held deep bags from no sleep. To top it all off, you frowned and pouted, eyes glistening from the sickness.
He couldn't help but chuckle as he snapped a picture. "Good, you look awful." He sent the picture to Tommy. 'You're on your own today.'
"Joooooeeeelll" You whine. "I can't stay home if it's not covid, boss won't have it!"
He snatched your phone off the bedside table and dialed your boss, letting him know that you were running a fever and puking, and he was certain he wouldn't want you spreading that sickness to others knowingly, right? Your boss conceded, Joel tone leaving no room for discussion and his implication promoting your boss to say you can stay home tomorrow too.
Your smile greeted him when he got off the phone. "I love you, you know."
"I do."
*Ding!* Went Joel's phone, loudly. Joel always had it on loud so he could hear. He didn't trust the vibration or flash and his hearing was bad enough he wanted to make sure he always got important phone calls and texts involving you, Sarah, and Tommy. It was annoying, a slight irritant and sometimes made you jump, but it was a small sacrifice for him and his peace of mind. He looked at his phone, opening the text from Tommy. 'Disgusting. *puke emoji* Both of you stay away from me. I got it here.'
Taking out the Vaseline you always kept for your dry lips, he rubs a glob on your dried up nose. "I'm gonna drop Sarah off at school, then run to CVS and get you shit. THEN I'm going to IHOP and getting a breakfast fit for a princess."
"Oh my god I'm starving."
"I know, baby." Joel kissed your gross forehead before shoving a few things in his pocket as Sarah called for him downstairs. "Try and take a nap, I'll be home in an hour and take care of yuh, alright?"
"Okay. Thank you."
"For what?" He looked genuinely confused. That was Joel, alright. Joel Miller always took care of everyone around him. He raised Tommy, he raised Sarah always putting them before any need he had for himself. When you came into his life, he did the same for you. You liked to think you returned it, that you cared for him too, but to Joel, caretaking was second nature to him. He didn't need a thank you, because that's just what he did... but you thanked him anyway. Sarah was a great kid, but she was 14, and 14 year olds are in their own world. Tommy was like a brother to you, and you knew he'd care for you too and has before, but he lived his life knowing Joel would bail him out.
You would never take Joel for granted.
"For everything you do for our family."
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Hope you feel better soon Vee! I know we don't really know each others but I know how much a lil fic can perk someone up so I hope you are least feel comforted bc your right, Joel would NEVER let you work under these conditions!
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(WHY HELLO THERE IT IS ME THE MYSTERY PERSON!!👹👹 I HAVE MORE IDEAS FOR YOU WALLY X READER YK THE DRILL!!)
So ok what if y/n and wally lived together but it's early in the moring and there both getting reader for the day BUT y/n is putting on eye shadow (sorry guys yall are doing make up for this one 😭😭) BUT Y/N gets a idea and she asks wally if she can do make up on him and at the end he's LIKE A PRETTY PRINCESS and he loves the make up❤️❤️
(I LOVE YOUR WORK CREATER MABYE I COULD GIVE YOU MORE IDEAS SOON IF YOU LET ME AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT!!! Def gonna reval myself soon! 😌🤌)
| TY FOR LIKING MY WORK AND THIS REQUEST IS JUST DJCUUDD <333 |
- living with wally was probably one of the semi best ideas you had , besides home seemingly getting irritated by someone other than wally living there wally just reassured you that ‘ it will warm up to you ’ so you just shrugged it off. you always got ready together , him sitting on a seat infont of his vanity while you stood next to him while looking into one of the side mirrors.
- as you were putting on some eyeshadow you got the sudden idea of ‘ what would wally look like with eyeshadow on? ’ but you didn't speak up till he was done styling his hair.
- “ hey wally? ” he gave you a small head tilt in response as he placed his comb down. “ yes , dearest? ” “ could I..maybe put eyeshadow on you? I think you'd look really pretty! ” he thought for a moment before nodding. “ hmm , of course. I'm curious. ”
- with a giggle you bent down slightly and you gently held his face with your hand. he almost nuzzled into your touch as you decided to use a blue color that matches his hair. he sat still as you applied the eyeshadow to his lids. “ oh , wally..could I maybe add a bit of eyeliner? it'll look really pretty and match the look! ” “ oh well..sure,whatever you like dear. ”
- once you finished up he looked in the mirror and seemed to just.. admire himself more than he already does. “ soooo do you like it , wally? ” you asked wally who eventually gently pulled you down to his height to give you a gentle kiss. “ of course I do , I'm as beautiful as ever just because of my sweet sunflower. ”
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Yandere!SAGAU x Descended God!Reader Drabble
Part 1 | Part 2
word count: 357
warning(s): genshin cult au, burning, yandere
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In order for creator to come to the world, they must have a mortal body.
Because their essence is too much for a mortal body, their memories and powers must be sealed. Mortal body has no clue of their divinity and is unable to use the majority of their powers.
Over time, the seals on their body fade and they regain memories and control over their powers. However, once all of the seals on their body are gone, their essence is released and ascension occurs.
The creator’s ascension is the dissipation of their mortal body and the return to their original world. Severe damage or trauma to the mortal body can also result in the seals weakening as well as cause an early ascension.
As they are now a mortal, the archon’s believe that they are the imposter and chase them down. They are burned at the stake.
As the acolytes burn them, the weather changes to quell the flames. The screams of their beloved god echo throughout the character’s hearts and the creator’s eyes shine all the colors of the elements before passing out. That is the destruction of the first seal.
Instant regret. They had almost burned alive their beloved creator. Not long after, they receive word via scripture from above about the information on the seals.
They realize that seals breaking = creator leaving.
Everyone does everything they can to restore the broken seal, and prevent the destruction of the other seals.
They even search ways to make the seals permanent as a way to chain the creator down to them forever.
As for the creator, traumatized by the actions of their favorite acolytes, they no longer want anything to do with them.
(may or may not turn into a fic)
#yandere genshin#yandere#yandere sagau#sagau#archons#creater reader#god reader#imposter#genshin#genshin impact#zhongli#raiden#venti#traveler#yanderexreader#childe#wanderer#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#tartaglia#ayato
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I need help!! I read a oneshot/drabble by someone in the COD community and I cant find it again! I switched to another app, came back and it refreshed!!
It was an x reader that included Krueger, König, and Niko Who were doing construction on a house across the road, there were either three or four cats owned by reader, one of em named Shithead and the other Rasputin!
PLEASE tag me if you find it!! I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure to read more of that creaters stuff!!
#please im desperate#call of duty fanfic#call of duty x reader#cod fanfic#cod mw2#cod x reader#cod smut#writing#nikto x reader#sebastian krueger#könig x reader
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Absolutely adore your imposter au story.
Love Venti’s portrayal, side note am I the only one who thinks it would be extremely difficult for the archons to attack you?
Like with Ei one of the important part sog her story is the fact she had an identical twin sister, I feel like that would play a huge part in Ei’s reaction to “imposter” MC. Honestly would just assume a similar situation to her.
Zhongli I can kinda see him attacking? But depending on how the writer plays with the story. We know this man is dedicated to contracts so unless he has a contract with the Creator to attack any lookalikes (dumbass move on Creater imo) I don’t think he would attack. Be hostile yeah but not attack.
Thank you for your appreciation of my Imposter AU fic, messages like these were one of my motivations for continuing on writing them.
Yes, I have thought about that when I think about what to do with the Archons in my SAGAU fics, especially Imposter AU. I even had plans to do some similar ideas regarding the Archons, but Venti will be the focus for now.
I believe that canon Zhongli and Ei would act differently than what they were portrayed in the SAGAU fics, unless there is a huge catalyst that affects the characters' personalities, if the existence of the Almighty Creator of Teyvat (aside from the Primordial One) affects the canon lore.
I'm pretty sure other Archons would react differently to this, especially the Tsaritsa, she may have used the MC's influence as a catalyst for her plans against Celestia. Focalors may be trying to put the MC into divine trial, trying to see the MC is a real one and if they are a threat to Celestia. Murata would probably challenge the poor MC to a duel and possibly had some friendly combat.
Nahida would definitely use the Irminsul to find ways to get the MC home and let them stay at Sumeru City while they are stuck in Teyvat. She's too kind and innocent, she may have invited the MC to play hopscotch with her and the Aranara.
Unless a contract was set, Zhongli would never attack the MC without a reason unless they have become a threat to his nation. Also, Raiden Ei would probably see the MC as a threat to her quest to Eternity at first, but if she just hears the MC's plight for one moment, she may stop the Raiden Shogun from killing the MC and may have given the MC the mercy she usually never gave to others.
Actually, I have two huge concepts currently working right now: the Corrupted Game SAGAU and the Reader Protection Squad. Both had different approach on how the characters, especially the Archons, treated them when the MC looked like the Divine Creator.
In the Corrupted Game SAGAU, a computer virus attacking the game's new feature was the reason why some characters, especially six of the the seven Archons, have hostile interactions with the protagonist, while the Reader Protection Squad is just the regular Imposter SAGAU, but with more people helping the MC in searching for them to find their way back home.
#reader protection squad#sagau#sagau impostor au#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact venti#genshin impact#genshin#genshin self aware#genshin impact self aware#self aware au#self aware genshin#imposter au#genshin venti#genshin au#genshin impact AU#imposter sagau#genshin impact zhongli#genshin impact ei#genshin zhongli#genshin raiden#genshin impact raiden#anemo archon#corrupted game!sagau#corrupted game au
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*gossip lives with Mc, Vil, Cater, and Lilia*
Mc: hey guys ya favorite person meee I'm here with Vil, Cater and Lilia and today we are gonna be talking about the drama of the school so far.
Vil: I heard that one of the Savanaclaw potato were trying to hook up with one of my Pomefiore potato.
Cater: OMG I KNOW THEM-
Lilia: I caught them kissing behind the school and they even carved a heart with their initials!
Mc: awe that is so cute-
Cater: NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!
Vil: What's wrong?
Cater: Okay so like the Savanaclaw boy actually doesn't like the Pomefiore boy he is actually in love with one of the Heartslabyul boy-
Lilia: OMG WAIT-
Mc: oh shit- *looks at chat* Oop chat going crazy-
Vil: THAT-
Lilia: wait! But I caught the Pomefiore boy and the Heartslabyul boy kissing one time!
Mc: do you think their polly?
Vil: hmmm as long as that little boy doesn't hurt my potatos heart.
Cater: idk but I have been trying to get info on this-
Mc: omg text them then-
Lilia: or you know I could go over and see for myself-
Vil: no leave the potatoes along and let them have their fun.
Mc: yeah plus I wanna tell you guys about this one guy I've been talking too!
*after explaining how they are talking to Chen'ya and he's so nice to them*
Cater: OMS OTP! I TOTALLY SHIP YOU TWO NOW! *looks at chat* AWE Chen'ya x Mc is trending!
Mc: OMS HE TEXTED ME-
Vil: text him back!
Lilia: ah young love!
Cater: OOO WHAT DID HE SAY??
Mc: he asked if we could hang out tomorrow~ Oms yes please!
Vil: I'll help you with your outfit.
Cater: I'm so doing your makeup!
Lilia: I'll do your hair!
Mc: oms you guys! Well it's been a long time so *looks at camera* well talk more next time guys! Bye!
*live stream ended*
Chen'ya was blushing he was strolling through his phone then saw Mc was live streaming and clicked in. They were talking about how they were talking to him and honestly he was giggling bc it was so cute listening to them talk about the hangouts they had so far.
He made up his mind he's going to try and get with them!
#famous yuu#content creater yuu#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland yuu#twisted wonderland x reader#chenya x reader
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New Magic Wand
Tyler the Creater x Black Reader
You know the plot. In essence, Tyler is tired of being a side in his own relationship with you.
"I don't like that bitch," Tyler said simply.
In all honesty, he detested her. Isis was the superstud who was in love with his baby.. You. He didn't understand why you liked her.
He put his middle finger up when you put him in your livestream. It pissed him off to see you play dumb to his face, like you ain't both know the bitch was in love with you.
You aimed your camera from off-stage at his audience.. for Isis. Was this a joke to you?
"He got 'em chanting baked beans," you chuckled.
"It's what they what eat." Y'all were in fuckin London. What did you expect?
"WATERMELON! WATERMELON! FRIED CHICKEN! FRIED CHICKEN!"
Typically, he'd laugh at some stupid shit like that, but Isis laughing pissed him off and made him wanna take a literal shit on your phone.
"Racially motivated," he muttered dryly. The only reason he asked you to come with him on his tour in the first place was to get you away from her. She was your coworker. Y'all already spent too much time together, and he wasn't dumb. Of the three, not one of y'all were straight. All he asked for was loyalty. How could you fuck up something so simple?
After his set, he was sweating. He met up with you and ended your stream, beating you to it when you got mad.
"You been smiling and kiki'ing with that bitch the whole fuckin time I'm on stage. Give it a rest."
You snorted, laughing when he confronted you.
On the outside, he was calm, but dark conflicting thoughts were fighting for control of his mind. You kept treating his feelings like mud, treading through them bitches and rubbing them on the rug before entering casa de la Isis.
How long had y'all been fuckin behind his back?
"You really mad at that shit.. relax," you downplayed it, gaslighting him. "I saw everything you did. You was killing it, but you know Isis.. just like to watch."
You kissed his cheek as he stared, trying to comprehend your audacity. With a grip on his head, you whispered, "Stop acting like that."
You'd seen nothing yet. He'd just got a new glizzy, and it wasn't a strap-on.
Sex between the two of you was like trains colliding, explosive with pieces scattering all over the bed and the floor. The parts on your bodies didn't matter to each other so much as the passion you both exchanged spiritually. It was more than sex. It was ritual soul melding. Tyler was addicted to being whole with his other half... So when left alone for too long without you, he'd spiral downward, the dark thoughts getting louder.
Like now. The tour was over, and you back were home living your life. He stayed with you in your city because he finally had the freedom to fuck you into another dimension and float with you on a high until you both returned to your bodies.
You ain't want that though.
In his mind, you were supposed to be with him, but instead... you were out with Isis.
Tyler looked through your social media. Of course, he was on it. Y'all pictures read like couples pictures, but they also read like best friends, and sometimes just music partners since you made beats.
In your pictures in Isis, you and Isis looked like a happy black lesbian couple. She had a possessive posture like you belonged to her and no one else. You habitually let her get too close, and she took full advantage.
"Just friends," he thought bitterly. Your smile in those photos said more than you'd willingly admit. You looked joyous. He could tell you loved her back.
Drowning himself in the music from his headphones, he made french toast and watched NCIS in your apartment while he watched the clock. It was 2:05 AM and he was seething with envy.
What the fuck were you doing?
You stumbled in at 3:15 and laid next to him in your bed, knocking out. It took all he had not to smother you in your sleep.
She had to go.
Tyler was unquestionably jealous. Every time you mentioned that bitch in conversation when it was supposed to be just him and you.. or when you spent hours with her alone.. he felt dark energy flood him. He'd see his new toy in his mind and think chitty chitty bang bang. Isis would go bye-bye and his problems would be solved.
He talked about the ills his relationship with his niggas, but left out his dark impulses. They knew him well enough to know that they were there without the specifics. He had a strong sense of justice that told him the bitch needed punishing, but according to his friends, he was obsessed. It was an unchecked mental disorder that they debated, diagnosing him from TikTok. His anger was valid, yes, but you were his fixation. He was hyper-focusing, which is why he was so bitter.
So what if he was? You were his to fixate on. Or did that not matter?
He finally pulled your card one day when Isis came to scoop you on his time. You wanted to rush, but he stopped you.
"She got her backpack in the backseat. How long you plan on playing in my face?"
Isis looked through across through the passenger window with her arm around the seat, smirking at him like she did that shit to make a statement.
You looked back like you ain't originally see it. "Oh, she just keep it there sometimes."
Tyler pulled you closer, letting you know he was dead serious. "Bullshit hours over. Why you spend so much time with her when I'm right here?"
You looked confused.
"I'm not stupid. I know y'all bump coochies." His fingers scissored.
You looked back at Isis in her cherry red Chevy like you were embarrassed, still in the closet about your bi-ness.
Tyler understood, and he ain't mention it before because he knew what it was like, being in the closet. He, himself, hated labels. Why you couldn't trust him is what he didn't understand. Out of anybody, you could've came out to him. Regardless, there was still a strong unearthly connection the two of you had. His spirit was bound to yours, and he couldn't let go without fighting.
"We've developed what we have into something unbreakable. Us together is like magic."
"Why you saying all this?" You looked guilty when you said you loved him. "It's not what you think. Don't think that way, you know it's me and you forever. I'm not dropping you for nothing." You cupped his chin in your hand when you kissed him, him staring blankly through through it.
He felt embarrassed by the fact that he let you play him for so long. He hoped you'd get her out of your system so that you could focus on him only, but there was only so much he could take.
"What you two have together might seem similar, but be fuckin for real," he glared. He was Tyler the Fucking Creator. "You've known that bitch a few months. Her pussy came with the job. In another few months, you'll won't even be talking. She hasn't developed the connection with you that I have," he stressed. "She's not developed like we are."
She was the roadblock between him and you. With her gone, you couldn't leave him, and he'd be happy. He was desperate.
"Tyler, I'm a be real with you. You dragging this a lil too much."
Your tune changed briefly when he got a little aggressive. All he needed to do was grip you up and you'd melt.
"This 60/40 isn't working. I need 100 of your time." With a hand on your neck, he reiterated what you kept forgetting. "You're mine."
But he didn't feel like she should have to resort to that just to keep you honest. He was a soft lover. In his mind, you should've wanted to be faithful like he was to you. Again, he was desperate to get through.
"I told you, you got it wrong," you said softly. "Our relationship ain't like that. We just like kicking it." You held his chest when he shifted in frustration on his feet. "I can't be with you all the time, Tyler. I need my own space to breathe."
Tyler's friends had basically called him selfish for wanting to be with you all the time, even though it wasn't technically all the time. It was free time. Particularly the time you spent with Isis. She was the only bitch in your life he'd trip over. Now he was reading into what you were saying. He was selfish to want the time you spent with her.
As you stared up into his flat eyes, he asked you.. "You think I'm selfish?"
You swallowed your lips and he nodded, having his answer.
"I'm selfish because I don't wanna share my fucking partner?" The dark thoughts were resurfacing.
"We just going for some girls time," you shrugged him off. You looked back at him from the passenger side of Isis' car.
"That bitch ain't me, can't see me, ain't never gonna be me," he muttered in distaste as y'all drove away. "Bitch."
Turning abruptly, he left the spot. Like he wasn't fully in touch with his femininity and a lover of 'girls time'. He was girlier than Isis' super-butch ass.
He knew exactly what he had to do.
He had his moment when you left, knowing that girls time was code for experimentation and getting fucked by your coworker. He spiraled as he mourned the purity of his relationship, but then he got the fuck up.
He let you come home and live a few days while he played Martha Stewart, homemaker, but he also scheduled his flight back to LA.
You were in a good mood at this point, ready to love on him like a weekend bitch. You wanted to go to dinner, so he said, "Shit, where?" And he let you drive. You were happy, mapping out beats with your mouth.
Then he brought up Isis and your mood switched.
"I ain't talkin bout that shit," you snapped. "You wanna ruin a good evening complaining about a bitch that ain't here, be my guest. Otherwise, show some fucking gratitude. You wanted me to spend this time with you and I'm here."
The two of you went back and forth until you changed lanes like you're pulling over.
"Don't park," Tyler pointed straight, determined to say exactly what it was he wanted to say.
When you got mad, it was one of your tactics to pull over and threaten him with a break-up. It was an effective method to make him drop the subject of your infidelity. Why he let you treat him this way... He was in love.
Had it been anyone else, he'd have told them long ago to kiss his ass.
You rolled the car onto the shoulder, so he brandished his new pistol. "Keep driving." He had a plan.
The car drifted back onto the road, though you both knew the gun wouldn't be aimed at you.
"I get it. You're upset."
"Upset?... This superstud that got you hooked on plastic is fuckin up the frame, but I can make her make her go away."
You paused, not surprised at his mind, but surprised that he'd bring it to you even after your threats to break up with him.
"What the fuck Tyler?" You turned to, calling his bluff. "What you gonna do, shoot the bitch?"
"I'll delete that bitch like a paragraph," he corrected. "Keep trying me."
It was clear now that you didn't give any kind of fuck. His love was real, but it was too late to slow his wrath.
"You won't do shit!" You fussed in your seat, cussing him out and daring him to try it. "Say we were fucking around, you think I'd be happy if you killed someone? You think I wouldn't immediately turn you in?"
Tyler rolled his eyes, pointing the gun at you. "You think I wouldn't shoot you too? Roll the dice on me and see if you lucky, bitch."
You cackled loudly, taking his frustration as a desperate tantrum. "Put the gun down. We both know you'd sooner shoot yourself before you ever shot me."
"That's what you gambling on?" He cocked the gun but kept his finger off the trigger. "Pick a side. That bitch or me."
You shook your head and smirked in annoyance, sighing as you passed the restaurant.
Tyler stared at the side of your face, his gun still poised in your direction.
Wrong answer.
"Choose or I'll choose you both."
He could see that caught you off guard. Your expression said 'hm?'
You instantly pulled over on the side of the road despite his direction and parked as his eyes narrowed, still stuck on you. Kill Bill sirens rang in his head. You'd rather park the car on him and make more fuckin threats to keep your side bitch rather than lie and at least say you'd choose him.
Slowly, you took off your seatbelt. He watched as the dark thoughts took over.
You better not, he thought.
You did. You opened your door and he watched you.
Your leg stepped out.
"Fine, run," he blinked dismissively, the darkness taking over. He got out too and snatched the keys. "Get your stupid ass in the passenger seat. You're not leaving me."
With you in the car, he took your phone and went through your text thread with Isis. He checked deleted messages, too, because he wasn't stupid. He was tired of sharing.
"Just think for a second," you told him, trying to calm him down but he was done being stopped by you. He drove to the address Isis had sent you and dragged you with him to the door, but she wasn't home.
You looked relieved, but Tyler was a petty bitch and whether male, female, or nonbinary, anyone who messed with his relationship could get the blammy.
"Uh. Let's go," he put on his seatbelt, determined.
He drove around looking for that cherry red Chevy, finding it parked in front of a nearby gas station. She wasn't in it when he passed it and pulled up a few spots away. There were three other cars. Not many people.
"Tyler! Let's just go," you slid in protest, refusing to get out of your car. You locked it from the inside, but he had the fob.
He took a deep breath with his hands in the air.
"You really fucking up my plan."
Even if he hadn't planned on really doing anything originally, he was definitely gonna do it now!
He pulled you from the car and dared you to scream or do anything but walk. To his annoyance, you screamed as soon as you got inside the little store, but Isis turned around.
"Can't be in the picture if it got no frame," he warned, aiming his gun as he blocked the door.
She was at the freezer when Tyler shot twice in her general direction, hitting one of the patrons.
"I ain't got no shame, I'll fuck all this up."
I wanna share hyphenated last names and be your number one, rushed through his mind as he pulled you back and forth. No one was getting in his way.
Isis ducked and almost tripped on her way to the door as Tyler followed her with a trail of bullets, hitting snack bags, customers, the clerk, and anyone else trying to flee. He hit Isis last, just as she thought she'd got away. Then he went around and double-tapped, shooting the camera and breaking into the small security office to fuck up the footage. He pulled you along the entire way, stealing a bag of Lays on the way out and only turning to you once he started the car.
"You look concerned?"
With a smirk, he pulled away.
Catharsis fueled him as he hit the road with you knowing he'd packed both of your bags in the trunk. He'd booked not one but two plane tickets to LA, preparing for this to happen. He knew at the start of the day that there was a 50% chance of this outcome. He'd been thinking about it since his tour, back when he'd acquired his new magic wand. It'd granted his wish.
He looked over at you once more, feeling freed.
You didn't call the police. You didn't say a word.
Matter of fact, y'all didn't talk about it at all. It was a weird energy. The both of you just... moved on, keeping it as the elephant in the room.
Then he dumped you.
Only the few friends he trusted knew his crimes and they asked him in a smoke session...
Why? Why go through all that trouble? I thought you were in love? So then why'd you dump shorty?
He thought about it with a wry laugh. You were tracking his love like mud and wiping it off like something to be cleansed of, so he cleansed you.
Now you knew not to play games with people's emotions.
Now, he was free to move on with his.
He took a puff and held it, letting it through his lips. There was one way he could think of while high as a means to sum it all up, and he shrugged.
"Sometimes you have to close a door to open a window."
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Klee has been adopted by the Creater
Imagine klee is so cute who would not want to adopt her FIGHT if DISAGREES >:(
Reader: you are now my child
Jean: your grace but she is extremely dangerous.?
Reader: I’m adopting her you can’t complain or else…
You walk to diluc tarven
Diluc: good morning your grace it is a pleasure to meet you * notice klee behind with a bomb in her hands.
Diluc: ummm… your grace?
Reader: what?!
Diluc: are your grace aware of a child in my tarven?…
Reader: oh yeah she is my child:)
Diluc:…..she had a bomb….
Klee ran outside:)
Klee: boom boom bakodon 💥💥🔥
Such a beautiful sight right?
Poor diluc tarven edit:(Art not mine)
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