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Can i please hsc dating for Po (kung-fu panda)
What do you like about him?
AAAAA MY FIRST KUNG FU PANDA REQUEST!! I'd be delighted to do this anon Po is my 2nd favourite character after Tai Lung :>>>>>>
Synopsis: headcanons of dating Po the dragon warrior!
Pairing: Po x kung fu gn! Reader (Animal type is up to you)
Cw: headcanon, fluff, probably not proofread, Po is a sweetheart what else to say???
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“What do you like about him?” someone asks you.
Po is the Dragon warrior of the valley of Peace, of course everyone loves him, but no one loves him more than you do.
When you and Po make it official, he basically would talk about it NON STOP.
Out on a mission? He tells the furious 5 that he misses you already, even though he just left the valley a minute ago.
AND can see your figure in the distance, watching him wave farewell by the bridge
Out to another part of China and staying at an inn? He’d tell the innkeeper about having a partner and would tell them all the amazing things about you
Maybe even the embarrassing ones too, but not on purpose!
He just pays close attention to you, loves you and every part of you
He fights enemies? Po had always been one to talk during battle. So to no one’s surprise, as he’s kicking butts he’d tell the enemy that he has a partner that he so adores, and who he misses so much
It gets pretty annoying for the enemies to the point they just have the urge to beat him up even more. Not they can but oh well.
One of Po’s favourite moments is when he sees your face when he comes back from a mission
Your smile and the way you’d run up to him to give him a big hug.
You're smaller than him, but even they he could feel how tight you wrap your (wings/paws/arms) around him.
Just by your hug alone he can tell how much you missed him as well
“Po you're back! How was the mission? Were you hurt?” you’d ask while checking his whole body for any cuts, injuries and bruises.
If you catch him come back home with an injury no matter how small, you’d yell and panic while dragging him back to the village to attend to him
Even if he tell you over and over it’s fine and that it doesn't hurt as much, you refuse to let him walk around with an injury
He loves that you care so much about him.
Po loves to bring back souvenirs for you as well when he goes out on a mission.
Be it keychains, posters, food or anything.
If he sees something cool that he knows you’d like he’d get it.
You appreciate all of the gifts he gives you and keep it on a shelf in your home that you have dedicated to the stuff Po gives you.
Whenever he visits your place, he’d take a glance at that shelf and smile to himself.
Happy that you appreciate his gifts enough to dedicate a whole shelf for it.
Po makes some of the best noodles in the village
He is the son of Mr. Ping, the goose who owns the best noodle shop in town
Whenever you both decide to have a chill date, you’d both go up your favourite hill and enjoy some of Po’s noodles
“Po seriously you can do EVERYTHING! Kick butts, save the world and make noodles!” you praised him, while gulping down his noodles
“Nahhh my dad makes the best noodles, but I am very good at kicking butts and saving the world" he chuckles, acting all so humble.
You don’t argue though
because even if he thinks he doesn’t make the best noodles, he is right about being good at his job as the dragon warrior.
Po also appreciates that you don’t date him just because he is the dragon warrior.
You don’t treat him like a trophy, make his job the main focus of everything.
You see Po for Po, and you are with him BECAUSE he is him, not the dragon warrior.
If Po starts doubting who he is as a person, you gently remind him and lead him back to the right path and show him who he truly is.
“Never lose sight of who you are, Po.”
When the valley is in danger, his very first instinct is to find you and protect you. He knows that the safety of everyone else in the valley is in good hands… paws and wings.
He’d (try) run to where you live and when he finds you he will be very relieved.
If you are unharmed this is how he’d react:
“(Name) I’m so glad you're safe” and just like you, he’d check your body for any injuries. “I’ll get you out of here okay? Just stay with my dad and I’ll find you once this is all over.”
“Okay, please be careful Po,” you nodded in agreement, holding his paws with a worried expression.
“I promise.” He would do anything to keep his promise. Po couldn't bear to break it
If you are harmed this is how he’d react:
When Po finds you harmed, be it with any of your body parts stuck under rubble or getting an injury that causes you to be in pain…
He’d panic and the anger sets in
He’d save you first, carry you bridal style and run away from the scene leaving the enemy (if there is any) with the furious 5 “You're going to be just fine (name)! I promise you so don’t leave me now!”
It’s clear in his face that he is very, very worried for you and your wellbeing
Po would put the blame on himself if he ever lost you.
Will think it's all his fault that he wasn't by your side to protect you
You being attentive as always even when in pain, realise this and gently smiled at him with all the strength you have left
“Po, I’m going to be just fine, okay? Don’t worry. I won’t leave you”
With your whispered reassurance, he becomes less tense and nods. Believing your words.
There was just no way you’d leave him here all alone. You will be with him through every step of the way, and him with you.
When everything is done and he defeats the enemy, he’ll find you ( and his dad) immediately.
Overall, Po would be a wonderful boyfriend. He may not be smart, but he does make you feel loved, safe, happy and content.
And that is truly, all that matters.
“Everything” you respond with a smile.
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Hey can i please dating hsc for po (kung-fu panda)
Female reader
Dating Po
Dating Po can be great. But also tiresome. He's a giant ball of energy by himself, so when he's in boyfriend mode he's 10 times more energetic and joyfully. His goal in everytime You guys are on a date is to give you the BEST date EVER.
It's because he loves you so much that he plans every meeting forehead. Taking you to your favorite places, the Jade Palace, fixing your favorite meals... There's an event you are interesting: he'll arrange it
The quietest date will always be picnics or dinners. He likes to cook for you and that you praises him. It's quiet because not only because he also eats, it's because he founds you adorable how you eats and enjoy the food he made for you...
... But when if his dad's cooking... "Everything good? Want seconds?" "Dad..." Yeah, Mr Ping would try to prove your relationship. He's super excited that his son is dating someone as special as you. And the other dad is as intrusive as the goose. "We also have dumplings. Po says are you favorites." "DAAAaad!"
The only issue about dating the Dragon Warrior/Master Dragon it's the fighting. When there's an issue, thiefery, assault, yadda yadda ... He has to intervene. You might think that you would be in danger of being kidnapped or harmed, but when somebody suggest it... "WoW, are you insane? Even touching her would be suicide!! It's not worth it." "I'm not sure how should I take it..."
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Hey love your stuff could you do mantis tigress viper po shen and tai lung x a camel spider reader that can manipulate wind.
Mantis,tigress,viper,po, shen and tai lung x camel spider reader who can manipulate wind
I'm glad u like my stuff!
Also here a reference image for those of you who didnt know what a camel spider is,bc I'm going to be honest I never what it was until now and I both love and hate it
Proof read-ish
My tumblr isnt lagging to much for once ☺️
Also ty for requesting some kfp villains 👹
^camel spider
Mantis
Now I'm not sure how big camel spiders are but I assume they're possibly a bit bigger than a mantis so
Mantis is happy that someone is around his height
He finds you very menacing though,hes not going to lie about that
Hes actually surprised when you tell him your fangs arnt poisonous,they do still hurt but arnt venomous
This makes him feel abit better but hes still abit weary
You make for a good opponent,considering your size and everything it makes a fair fight for mantis
Your both really small,fast and talented so you make for a powerful duo.
You scare of quite abit of people,If you dislike this mantis will do his best to comfort you
The fact that you can manipulate and control wind is so fucking cool
If people thought you were a hard opponent to beat before,well they'd be in for a surprise
One time you managed to trip monkey with your wind manipulation,mantis found this hilarious,after making sure monkey was okay of course
Your a dangerous and menacing enemy and mantis is all for it
He likes cuddling you alot
He wonders if you can spin silk
Tigress
She has alot of respect for you
Despite being small you make a worthy opponent
Your also one of the only ones who's able to beat her
Shes impressed with how much raw strength you have despite being so small
Your wind manipulation plays into how easily your able to best her
She likes to train with you and push your limits
She wants to improve the both of you,pushing the limits of your powers and pushing herself beyond her own limits
If shes ever a little to hot she can feel a small breeze come her way
She likes picking you up and placing you on her shoulder
She'll never let mantis on her shoulder but she will absolutely let you
Should anyone ever threaten to step on you they're going to be stopped immediately
Tigress wont let disrespect like that slip past her
Shes also surprised your fangs dont hold any poison
She likes to softly pet your fuzz
Viper
She loves your fuzz so much
She likes to slither around with you on her head
The fact that you can manipulate wind is so fascinating to her,your so small and yet you can controll such strong air currents
Shes weary of your fangs at first till you disclose that they arnt venomous
She dosnt find the fact that your a spider scary she loves it
She likes to spar with you every so often
You help her put the flowers she has on her head
She wonders what the world looks like from your pov
Shes incredibly sweet with you and softly pets you with her tail
She finds it adorable when you put your front legs up when you try to be menacing
She honestly finds you more cute then menacing(probally because shes a snake)
She likes to put little things on your head like acorn tops and small flowers so you can match her
If you let her dress you up she'll happily hold you up like a kid who just dressed up a cat
Po
Hes thinks your cool but finds you abit scary
Keep his distance from your fangs
He had a hard enough time beating mantis and you have wind powers?!
He dosnt spar with you to often(probally bc he knows his ass is gonna get kicked)
He likes picking you up and putting you on his shoulders or head
When you use your wind it can actually be pretty peaceful aslong as hes not getting flung around by it
He likes to softly brush you fuzz with a finger
Will try to handshake with each leg of yours
When sparing he trys to be as careful as possible
He trys to see things from pov
He trys to learn wind manipulation as well,let him have his fun
He likes to play with his action figures as you watch
He likes to ramble about the things he likes and just talk in general
He tries to make a tiny house or dummy for you,they either end up to big or to small but it's the thought that counts
He likes to learn about what you can and cant do as a spider
Shen
Hes surprised how a little thing like you is so strong
He loves to spar with you and push your abilitys
He dosnt learn for a long time that your fangs arnt poisonous
Hes surprisingly careful with you,dont mention it though
He will sit you on his shoulder and will almost forget that your there
If anyone stares at him or you when you are he'll glare at them harshly
He makes sure your as respected as him
He sees you as his equal no matter your size
Hes fascinated by your wind powers and will constantly ask about it and try find out how far you can go with them
If you ever need help getting up somewhere he'll hold out his hand so he can help you get up
He's affection deprived so he dosnt know how to ask for it,he'll give subtly hints though
If hes annoyed with someone in the room theyll suddenly be escorted out by a sudden strong wind,how strange
Tai lung
He has a tone of respect for you
He sees you as one of his worthy opponents
He loves sparing with you way to often
He finds you wind manipulation interesting and sometimes hes a tad bit envious of it
Needs reassurance sometimes of how great his is
He also likes to pet your fuzz
He asks you to watch or join him train
He likes to make accomplishments with you
Hes fascinated by the fact your fangs arnt venous and even thinks that you had your venom switched out for your powers 💀
He likes to put big things on your head just to watch you pull it off with an annoyed expression
When you hold your arms in the air he finds it funny and actually has a hard time believing it's a defense mechanism
Holds you close to him as a makeshift hug
He will try not to hit you with his tail
It can be hard though since your so tiny
#cattonic writes#kfp shen#kfp tai lung#shen x reader#lord shen#lord shen x reader#tai lung#tai lung x reader#tigress#tigress x reader#po#po x reader#mantis kfp#mantis x reader#viper kfp#viper x reader#x reader#request#camel spider reader#spider reader
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Talking to Simon in a bar, it's mostly just you talking at him and him nodding along, taking big swigs of his beer so he doesn't have to pull up his mask too often. Sitting side by side in the booth instead of across from each other, he says its cause you're too quiet but it's definitely so he can keep his arm wrapped around your waist, hands busy on your rolls, kneading them unnecessarily, stuck to your side, knees bumping each others while you nurse your drink and run the conversation,
"I've always wanted a snake, you know? I love snakes, they're so pretty and adorable,"
and ghost finally opens his mouth to contribute to the conversation
"Snakes are nice, what type do you want?"
"Hm, like.. I would love a big boy. My favourite is an emerald tree boa constrictor, but maybe start off with something smaller, maybe an albino,"
His arm slides up without warning, slinging it around your shoulder, pressing down, his fingers gripping your neck, squeezing. not harshly, but not lightly either. your eyes widen, and you look at him, a slight blush covering your cheeks, making a little shocked squeak,
"Wha-"
"This is how heavy it would be, a big python, heavier even. Bundled up around your shoulders, around your neck." He squeezes his fingers, the grin under his mask shown through his eyes, "You can take it right? A big guy, choking you out, wrapping around your pretty lil' neck."
"Come on, stop messi-"
"Of course you would be able to take it, you're a good girl, you'd take care of 'em... anyway, it wouldn't even be a good pet, cold-blooded piece of shit, but you'd still love it anyway, right? That's just how you are, love...
He let's go and chugs down his beer, his eyes still looking at you from the side, silent again for a while, while both of you try to collect your thoughts. You open your mouth to talk, but you're interrupted once again.
"Don't get a snake. You have me, how many more cold blooded shits do you need in your life, I can choke you out, contrict you, maybe not coil around you but i can leave you feeling helpless anytime you please, love."
He murmurs, his voice low, pressed up close to you, his balaclava ghosting your ear, his arm back around your waist, squeezing your thighs.
"...what about right now?"
"..."
He gets up and slams two 20 quid notes on the table and drags you out the bar, his grip tight. You two don't even make it home. He opts for the ginnel next to the bar. Half an hour after you left the bar you're pumped full of cum, your throat is sore and you're covered in hickeys. Over ghost or a snake, pretty sure you'll choose ghost every time.
#once this guy i liked did that to me amd i literally wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out /pos#chubby reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#ghost cod#reader#x reader#i hate tags#simon ghost riley x reader
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Mayhaps something with (transfem) Kujou Sara fucking a bratty reader who (intentionally) pisses her off to the point where she goes all out with her full inhuman strength, ultimately knocking them up completely by accident because she was so caught up in the moment she forgot to pull out?
I bet nobody expected her to be first out of her siblings to become a parent, least of all herself, but she ain’t complaining!
{☆} characters kujou sara
{☆} notes drabble, implied fem reader, sub reader, transfem kujou sara
{☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink
Kujou Sara was not one to allow herself to lose her ironclad control– she was a general, above all else, a servant of the Almighty Shogun.
Yet try as she might, you..you had a way of getting under her skin in a way that had her patience and will tested. Maybe it was the bratty, teasing demeanor that had her jaw clenched so hard it creaked, or maybe it was the provocative words you'd whisper in her ear while she was trying to focus.
It was irrelevant in the face of her dragging you back to her quarters, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed into a thin line– she tried to be gentle, but her grip was firm on her arm as she pulled you into the delicately managed room, her composure cracking like shattering glass. She wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face when she slammed her hands against the door, the wall nearly splintering beneath barely restrained strength, her expression..less than amused.
"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" She ground out, her teeth aching from how hard she was clenching her jaw– and, though she refused to outwardly admit it, your little..distraction was working far better then she wanted to admit to even herself. "I told you not to..to do such things while I'm working. Do you ever listen?"
She nearly growled– like some common beast, she thinks, and she is glad for her tempered control that she did not embarrass herself in such a way. She still had her dignity. But Archons, you were testing that control even still– the way your tongue poked out like a child, mocking and teasing, as if you wanted her to snap.
She almost considered it, but..you were human, she had to remind herself. Archons knows she's never forgive herself if she actually hurt you.
"What? Can the General not handle a little playful banter?" Sara opened her mouth to snarl back a reply, but she closed it but a sharp click just as quickly, a grimace gracing her features instead. "Is that all it takes to rile you up?"
She wants to deny it, keep her sense of control, but damn it– the way your hands glide across her skin, your nails just barely ghosting across the flexing muscles of her back..she feels her control slipping faster then she can maintain it, her lip quivering.
"You.." She croaks out in reply, trying to subdue the uneasy urge that lingers in the back of her mind with every glance down at you, every touch of your hands, every word that drips from your lips like honey. The silence is broken by a low growl, her hands tugging you off your feet and practically shoving you onto the bed.
"What? Are you going to shut me up? Or are you going to admit you enjoy it?"
Fine, she thinks, fine! If this is what you want so badly, she's going to shut you up the only way she knows she can.
She wastes little time between shoving you onto the bed and climbing on it herself, one of her hands reaching up to tangle in your hair as she shoves your face into the mattress, her other hand fumbling with your clothes– just enough to expose your dripping cunt to her, nostrils flaring at the sharp tang of your arousal, her teeth bared in a snarl.
She can't help the raspy groan that tumbles from her lips at the sight– you looked perfect like that. Quiet, your face forcibly held down, your thighs soaked in your own arousal. She absentmindedly wonders if you'd been so wet the entire time– if you'd just been waiting, no, practically begging for her to just..she can't even finish the thought, her hands trembling and her control slipping even further.
Her free hand fumbles with the hem of her own shorts, freeing her straining, twitching cock, pre cum beading at the tip. Her fist tightens in your hair as she leans over you, pressing her chest against your back and aligning her aching cock to your entrance. She almost snaps out of the fog clouding her rationality, but it returns in full force when she snaps her hips forward, sinking into your cunt with a sharp hiss.
"Fuck," Sara curses beneath her breath, groaning at the tight heat enveloping her– Archons, she'd never get used to it. It only drove her further over the edge, rolling her hips to force more of her cock into you. "Not..not going to talk back?" She growled, huffing and releasing her hold on your hair to instead slip her fingers past your lips. The muffled, garbled response was..far more enjoyable than she expected, the hazy eyed look as she sunk fully into you.
It made her feel lightheaded, to be honest. She was getting a bit too carried away, but the way your walls squeezed against her..her teeth ached for an entirely different reason, tongue swiping over the sharp points before she leaned down to sink them into your shoulder, pulling out and slamming back in with a muffled groan. Her pace was frantic after that, dragging moans and whimpers from your throat like a chorus of broken notes.
She hated how easily you got under her skin, but damn it, she couldn't deny how good it felt to put you in your place. You couldn't even get away if you tried– you were human, and while it made you fragile it also made you weak. Easier to handle.
Even if your tongue was far sharper than your appearance would make one believe.
Archons, she was so close, though. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, nearly crumbling at the moan that tumbled openly from your lips immediately after– she may have chastised you for your attitude, but she still thoroughly enjoyed hearing you. Just knowing you were unable to form anything more complex then senseless babbling was a special kind of high.
She wants to speak, but even her own words fail her beyond a low groan, the absence filled with the slick sound of her wild thrusts, caring little about the stinging ache in her thighs as she pounds you into the mattress without a shred of hesitation or rationality beyond fucking you into silence.
A small part of her, the rational part, tried to remind her to pull out– but your cunt felt so fucking good she just kept going despite the sirens blaring in her head. Even as your limbs tensed and your voice grew hoarse from screaming, she kept you beneath her, nipping at your throat to leave her mark against your skin. She was so close, just..just a little more. Just a little longer. Archons, she doesn't ever want to leave– doesn't ever want to pull out.
Her hands grasp your hips tightly as she nears her own climax, slamming back into you with a broken moan– she barely registered the fact she had cum inside you beyond the thrill of it dribbling down your thighs, not even her cock enough to keep you plugged up as she tried to gain some semblance of control through the haze.
..Fuck. She was going to regret this. She was, every so slowly, coming back to her senses– the first thing she felt was embarrassment, then panic, and then resignation.
At the very least she hadn't accidentally fucked you into unconsciousness on accident.
She was much gentler as she sat up, her cock still half hard as she pulled out, inhaling sharply at the way her cum dripped down onto the sheets. She hated how arousing it was. No– no. She needed to get a hold of herself.
But then again..you didn't seem to be complaining, at least not yet. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to see your expression, her throat suddenly feeling dry at the smug satisfaction on your face.
#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#minors dni#writing tag#kujou sara smut#kujou sara x reader#do you understand what this felt like to open my inbox and see this#it felt like a shotgun blast pointblank to the chest /pos#i am a weak man at heart i see breeding kink mention and my brain turns off#respectfully. lovingly. i am going to suplex you.#my weakness being used against me ohhh its over for me. if it isnt obvious by the word count idk man#quick hack into getting me to write for you. breeding kink. passes out#AND KUJOU SARA TOO??? lord have mercy#i am an electro women enjoyer this felt extremely personal#if this fic isnt coherent thats bc it isnt. i blacked out writing this. dont ask
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HELLOO!!
can i just get a john dory x female reader! headcanons!
john dory met while crashing the wedding and immediately started to flirt with dispite just meeting her. 🫣
THANK YOU!!
HIYAAA!! CAN YOU??? 🤔🤔🤔
girl be so fr OF COURSE YOU CAN!!!
ALL ABOAAAARD THE JOHN DORY X FEM!READER HCS!!!!! WOOOOOOOOO
Okay, so, you know the whole 'watching a cute, romantic ass wedding' plans everyone had for today?
Just...watching two bergens have a nice, uninterrupted marriage?
"STOP THE WEDDING!!!"
well fuck those plans.
★ Starting off the bat, when he was literally parkouring his way down that building which just happened to be the MOMENT he noticed you from the crowd, he couldn't help but throw a wink your way right after (even though he had his goggles on, that stupid mf)
which led to him face-planting to the floor because his ass was NOT paying attention to stick the landing. YIKES.
★ He also DOES notice when you are at the edge of your seat to hear what the hell is going on. Apparently, he was Branch's brother (figures since both are fine ash, MUST be in the genetics), he was in a band, and his other hot brother was in danger?
remember the wedding? yeah me neither atp
★ He can't help but steal occasional glances at you when the others talk, and when he does, his smile almost seems to widen, even if it's just for a split second. He just saw you, yet look at you go! Making him all giddy and shit inside 🤭
★ And whenever Poppy and Branch turn their backs to discuss the whole situation, you just KNOW he would be smirking at you with a smug-ass grin, trying to strike up a conversation. Keyword? TRYING.
"Soo...come here often?" lord almighty sir THIS IS A WEDDING.
"Damn, I could really go out for some fresh air right now, because I think you took my breath away." SIR WE ARE OUTSIDE WHAT
Needless to say, this man does NOT know how to strike up a convo.
★ If you do end up getting flustered about his horrendous pick-up lines somehow, he will be so fucking proud of himself for getting a reaction out of you, and WILL keep going at it. What a charmer. (Unless you are uncomfortable with that of course, he might not know how to talk to people, but he has human (troll???) decency.)
★ I'm talking him leaning slightly closer to you with half-lidded eyes, a huge smirk plastered on his face as his voice gets lower and lower, though internally I feel like he'd be going 'LET'S FUCKING GOOOO I STILL GOT IT' since he would be a bit unsure if he was doing well in the first place.
It's probably been years since he had any sort of interaction with anyone other than Rhonda so it's understandable.
★ Not to mention BROZONE. MY GOD. If you know about his band? NICE! If you don't know anything about it? NICE! Either way, this man will absolutely brag about it to you. Even if it has been AT LEAST 20 YEARS. He will absolutely talk about 'the good old days' as if it was just yesterday. Bro would probably talk about how he wrote the hits "Girl Baby Baby" and "Baby Baby Girl" on the same day.
★And who knows? Maybe at the end of the wedding when sadly he has to go to save his brother with Branch and Poppy, you'll end up getting a way to contact him after the whole thing ends. You will see him sooner than you think, that's for sure though!
(please keep in mind this is the first time I've written any serious headcanons like these and not just stuff like 'he would be a great hugger' or 'he was a 7.5-inch haver 🤯🤯🤯')
GRAAAGH I'M STILL SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS THOUGH, I STILL HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT EVEN IF IT IS SHORT AS HELL
#the winking HC was actually my bestie's idea so PROPS TO HER#I LOVE YOU MAXY TAXI /P#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#trolls x reader#trolls john dory#john dory trolls#john dory x reader#john dory headcanons#jomn drory /pos#explodes like an atom bomb#I'M GENUINELY SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG#this was probably not worth the wait for the requester i'm so sorry
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Johnnie and reader first date hcs
Museum of Death
(Johnnie Guilbert Headcannons)
summary : how your first date with johnnie would go!!
pronouns : they/them | GN!reader!
warnings : swearing !!
a/n's : not me actually keeping up with requests - 🌿 | loooooooove a graham cracker - 🎸 | ohhhh noooo i need 2 think - 🐇
sooo,
i was watching an old jake video today and heard that he and tara's first date was at the museum of death!!
so imagine johnnie nervously asking jake where to take you
and jakes like "bro idk i took tara to the museum of death"
and johnnie's like "okay perfect"
and jakes like "NONO-"
he has to be picked up by you since he can't drive
which he's super embarrassed about
"sorry-" "no it's okay! looove having a passenger princess!" "what??"
anyway,
so thats how y'all end up in line for tickets
bc it was your job to buy them ahead of time but beauty takes time and also maybe it slipped your mind because you were nervous
but you refused to admit that
"the website was down!" "oh no that sucks :/" 'haha...yeah...it does..." *office camera stare™️*
when you finally get to purchasing your tickets
ofc he attempts making a big show about paying
but he drops his card, then picks it up
then drops it again, then tries laughing it off
you genuinely find it charming though
watching him with the biggest boba eyes as he finally pays
exploring time!!
he's so nervous the entire time
is it the right time to hold your hand?? is it not?? do you even WANT to hold his hand?? IS HIS HAND SWEATY??
little does he know,
you're equally as nervous.
is it the right time to hold his hand?? is it not?? does HE even want to hold your hand?? ARE YOUR HANDS SWEATY??
but you grab onto his arm after a particularly off-putting exhibit and this man
MELLLLTS
CAAAN YOU HEAAR THE CHURCH BELLS RIIIIIIINNGGGG 🎶🎶
he never thought he would like someone just holding onto his arm but he like audibly frowns when you let go
follows you around like a lost puppy until you grab his arm/hand again
complimenting each others outfits multiple times
"i like your necklaces!!" "i like yours!"
etc etc
getting food afterwards and starring at his tattoos
if YOOOUR tatted up too,
then you two definitely compare your favorite and least favorite tattoo
if you areeen't tatted up,
then you trace around them gently and ask how much each one hurt
maybe its bc it's making him blush, maybe it's bc you actually wanna know
thats a secret you'll never tell
stalling to clean up your food bc you both don't want the night to end :C /pos
jokingly telling him "i don't kiss on the first date" and watching him get RED.
maybe you give him a kiss on the cheek goodbye,
(if you wear makeup, maybe your lipstick leaves a kiss mark on his cheek and MAAYBE jake teases him for it)
either way,
let's just say there will DEFFO be a second date
lean team OUT.
#johnnie and jake#johnnie guilbert fluff#johnnie guilbert edit#johnnie guilbert x reader#johnnie guilbert#tara yummy#jake webber#jake webber x you#jake webber fluff#jake webber x reader#jake and johnnie#johnnie guilbert headcannons#johnnie guilbert x y/n#johnnie guilbert /pos#johnnie guilbert x you#johnnie guilbert <3
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he’s such a dweeb! “we’re just going to do some shots of you looking cool. looking tough.” “you know what i don’t even know if i want to see it now.”
#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#Sidney Crosby#mike sullivan#po joseph#evgeni malkin#sidney crosby smut#sidney crosby fic#sidney crosby x you#sidney crosby imagine#sidney crosby x reader#kris letang
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Avert Your Eyes from Your Demise, Though Lovely It May Be
Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x human!Reader
Summary: In which giant spiders aren't the only threat Mirkwood has to offer.
Word Count: 4.0k
Warnings: they're high on Mirkwood mist the whole time. Do with that what you will.
Translations: Siúlóirí portaigh - bog walkers (Irish) , amrâlimê - my love (Khuzdul) , lansel - love of all loves (Khuzdul)
a/n: I know movie Thorin is described as 5'2ish but I write him as 4'8 - 4'10 because it's more book accurate and because we should embrace this short king. Anyway, I call this 'the intimacy of going insane with your crush.'
You couldn't shake the unease. Even now, as you sat at the edge of a clearance, bark biting harshly into your back, you could almost feel the forest closing in on you. Shadows scurried above you and the air itself was stale.
Your company of fifteen had quickly fallen to a number of just two, with only yourself and Thorin making it through the mist-clouded trails together. Neither of you were certain what had become of the others and given the eeriness of your surroundings, you didn't want to give it too much thought.
A sudden gust of wind rushed through the clearing and the limbs of the trees creaked inward. It was as if the forest was breathing.
“We have to find the others,” you said. Your voice sounded foreign and far off.
Thorin was pacing in front of you, twisting the hilt of his sword in his hand. “They would know well enough not to linger in these woods. We keep heading East.”
“Which way is East?”
“We follow the river.” You didn't miss the beat of uncertainty before Thorin's answer.
You shook your head. “We don't know where it leads.”
“It will lead us away from here which is good enough.”
Almost to emphasize Thorin's point, the surrounding trees creaked and groaned and another shadow scurried overhead. Caution steered your hand to the hilt of your sword and following Thorin's order, you moved on swiftly.
The forest felt too small and too large all at once. Branches knabbed and tore at your clothes and skin, the twisted limbs of rotting trees giving you no option but to duck or crawl beneath their roots. A glance skyward reminded you that this place, in all its foulness, was unending, the tree canopy stretching miles above your head and blackening out the sun's light.
That was if the sun was still up. You'd lost track of the time what seemed like hours ago.
You came to a sudden, harsh stop as your front rather unceremoniously met Thorin's back. With a quiet grunt, you found the reason for stopping was a tangled thicket of twisted branches that now stood before you. The tree, in all its obscure glory, seemed to consume the path entirely, its limbs too thick to cut and trunk too tall to climb. Too tired to think of a solution, you found yourself uncharacteristically willing to give up. Until Thorin shrugged off his furs.
You watched as the grey fabric rolled off his broadened shoulders and revealed his shirt, knotted pattern running up the arms.
“I'll go first,” he took the liberty of explaining as he bunched the furs together and placed them in his pack. “It will be easier for me to get out should I need to.”
You would have liked to argue but Thorin, a regularly stubborn fool, was surprisingly right. He was shorter, his limbs less likely to snag. His dwarven frame would move through the thicket much easier than your own.
He disappeared into the grove, swallowed by bark and darkness and you already found yourself questioning why you let him go alone.
You kicked at the dirt beneath your feet as you waited. Eyes set on the trees, you felt increasingly uneasy. You picked at the leather of your sword sheath. Thorin was a capable warrior and you didn't doubt his ability to defend himself. But something wasn't right, you could feel it, crawling on your skin and putting your hairs on end.
Giving in to impulsiveness, you followed after Thorin.
The branches clawed at your skin and snagged your clothes. You pushed aside what you could, rotting wood giving way easily beneath your palm, but as the many limbs began to swell into trunks, it became increasingly difficult to move. Your chest was pressed uncomfortably against the rough bark. You were never one to fear tight spaces but the sudden inability to take a deep breath came as an unwelcome shock. Just as panic had you reaching for your sword, relief found you in the form of the dwarrow prince.
With renewed determination, you mustered a final push and freed yourself from where you were wedged.
Thorin stood with his back to you, stance stiff. You called his name and he hushed you quickly.
His eyes were set on the tree line ahead of you. His gaze was hard, analytic and you didn't fail to notice how his fingers grazed the hilt of his weapon. He turned to you.
“Do you not hear it?”
“Hear what?”
As if the bugle of battle had been sounded, Thorin's stance shifted and in one swift, fluid movement, he drew his sword. His free hand guided you further behind him. Then, he shot forward, swinging his sword at an invisible target. His expression was one of determination as well as unmistakable fear. Another aimless swing and he turned to you.
“Can you not see it?!” He barked, frustrated at your unwillingness to help.
You raised your head and all but willed yourself to see anything but the winding trails of the forest. But despite how hard you employed your imagination, you saw nothing. Somewhere in the treeline, a bird took flight.
An uncomfortable recollection settled in the forefront of your mind. A shiver ran up your back.
"Thorin," Your hand cautiously fell against his shoulder. He turned to you with fire in his eyes but your expression made him pause. “Gandalf said a dark magic lay over this forest.”
At your words, his defensive stance melted away and defeat took its place. The elvish blade fell from where it was held at his side as he looked around and the fear in his eyes slowly shifted to confusion, then realisation.
“It's toying with our minds?”
You swallowed. The thought made your skin crawl; the idea of the forest as its own conscious entity was a horrifying one. That its magic could sink its claws into your mind and deprive you of your senses, keeping you walking in circles till your feet gave in. The entirety of Mirkwood was one giant spider's web and you hated to think what that made you and Thorin.
“We just need to keep our wits about us and our feet moving forward,” you managed eventually, casting weary glances towards the trees. "Now that we know what's happening we have the upper hand, we stay together, stay vigilant and keep our minds clear."
Thorin felt the sudden need to commend you for your calm demeanor and sudden leadership. But he'd also just attempted to fight a non-existent enemy so he decided saying anything at all was against his better judgment and settled for a curt nod instead.
Your plan fell apart comedically fast. You tried to remain optimistic but as you passed the same tree stump for what must have been the fourth time, you felt as though the forest was laughing at you. Your feet ached as though they'd been walking for days. You could hear each of your breaths echo as they came and the thud of your boots against the earth shook your bones.
The child-like laughter had started not short of an hour ago. Thorin couldn't seem to hear it.
When the rough terrain of rock and dirt softened into the cold, squelching mud of a bog, you both silently agreed that a break was needed. You sat at the end of the wetland, where the moss and reeds sprouted up between damp rocks. The water was gloomy, tinged grey and dark green with a sinister mist resting upon its surface.
The dreariness of the place seemed to seep into your bones.
Thorin sat an arm's length from you, hands braced against his knees as he looked out over the bog with a sullen stare.
“What do you see?” You asked.
“Fire." He said no more and you didn't pry.
In an attempt to ease the aches that had set deep in each of your muscles, you pulled your water canteen from where it hung against your pack. A cool drink of fresh water would be a small but welcome relief that you wouldn't take for granted.
But the liquid was thick and warm as it touched your lips and when you pulled it away it was coloured red. You tossed the canteen away with a grunt of disgust. It unceremoniously met the surface of the water before sinking into the mud.
“We need to leave this place,” you said, hands threading through your hair and pulling at the roots. Thorin didn't argue.
You walked until you felt the leather of your boots threatening to give way. You thought one of the trees you had passed seemed familiar, distinctive enough from the rest of the foliage that it stood out.
“We've been here before,” you said. “We're going round in circles.” You turned to on your heel and found no sign of the dwarf.
“Thorin?”
The eerie silence of the forest echoed back to you.
“Thorin?!”
The feeling of unease returned tenfolds. Shadows crawled above you and the wind quivered through the trees. The mist had worsened, hiding your feet beneath its thickening grey clouds.
But then, like a lifeline being tossed to a drowned sailor at sea, you heard your name. Far off and faint, but your name all the same. Spoken in a voice that flooded you with relief. Calling after him, you followed the resonating sound of his calls until they led you to the point where the water met the soil.
Logic quickly took a back seat as your desperation to find Thorin had you stepping off the path. You sunk immediately, the bog swallowing you up to your knees. You pushed through the thick, sluggish mud, ignoring the burn it caused in the back of your legs. The voice became clearer until his form finally appeared, carved out from the mist.
"Thorin," you greeted him with a smile. But Thorin's expression did not mirror your own. His brows were drawn together and every ounce of air vanished from your lungs when an unsteady hand reached out to cup your cheek.
“I was so worried." Your name fell brokenly from his lips. "I feared I'd lost you.” His hands, shaking and trembling, ran down your arms then back to the swell of your shoulders. His breathing was labored and you could only imagine what Thorin must have witnessed to put the usually stoic king in such a state.
“You're alright? You're not harmed?"
You shook your head and gently grasped Thorin's wrists and he smiled, softer and more sincere than you had ever seen him. The sight made you feel at ease for the first time since stepping foot in the forsaken forest.
"I am glad, Amrâlimê.”
You were not well versed in the culture of dwarves but you were no fool either. You had heard the word spoken among the dwarrow people you'd crossed paths with in the Blue Mountains, noticed the tenderness and sincerity that always encompassed the word, how it was never said with any amount of offhandedness. The word was a confession itself, a confession of the highest kind.
And Thorin had just spoken it to you. As if it were the simplest thing on Earth.
Your confusion must have been evident as Thorin smiled again, the corners of his eyes creasing in amusement.
“You must not look so surprised, my love,” his thumb grazed your jaw. “That I should wish to call you by such a name.”
“What–” You managed in a clumsy attempt to make it known to the dwarf in front of you that you had no idea what was going on. “Thorin.”
The king didn't answer. Rather he kept his eyes fixed on you, coarse fingers working their way from your jaw up to your temple, then brushing just beneath your eye. He touched you as if you were made of something more precious than all the metals held in the great halls of Erebor. And despite the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, in that moment you would have been content to stay there.
In the bogs of a cursed forest with your friends lost and your mind bewitched, all so that the king would keep looking at you as he was now.
But your better judgment, (or more likely, the uncomfortable feeling of mud and bog water dampening your clothes,) brought you back to reality. You moved to speak again but Thorin stopped you.
“It's alright, we're safe here, you and I,” he promised. “You needn't think of anything else.”
You tried to ignore how believable his words sounded as you took a step back. Hurt flashed in the dwarf's eyes.
“No, no we need to find the others. The company–”
“–will find their own way,” he calmed you, hand reaching out again to touch your shoulder. It sent a jolt of warmth through you. “You carry so much, endlessly worrying for the well-being of others. But you needn't burden yourself any longer, lansel. You know what it is you desire, what you deserve. So take it.”
You closed your eyes at his words. His hand found the back of your neck and you allowed him to draw you in closer.
“Let it be just us. Stay with me, Amrâlimê. That's all I ask.”
You had never felt such temptation in all your years. Would it truly be so wrong of you? To allow yourself to have this after all you'd persevered. You had long given up trying to convince yourself that you felt something for the dwarven king. That his bravery, stoicism, and unbridled loyalty to his people didn't fascinate you. You had wanted Thorin since not long after the journey's beginning. And now he wanted you too. There was no reason to keep this from yourself, no reason you shouldn't have it.
But somewhere in the back of your mind, was the persistent reminder that something was wrong. A reminder that resurfaced in the form of Bombur's cooking and Bofur's songs and Balin's stories and Bilbo's immeasurable trust in you. Your friends were still lost and that proved enough to bring you back to rationality.
“Thorin,” you started sternly.
“Forget them,” he said, as if he already knew what you were going to say. “Forget everything else. It is just us now. All is as it should be.”
You felt a tinge of discomfort at his words and you took another step back. Thorin would never forsake his kin, not if he was in his right mind. He traced your cheek again and this time you grasped his arm in a strong enough hold to pull it away.
You caught sight of his hand out of the corner of your eye and what you saw made you feel ill. The skin was rotting, bones threatening to tear through their paper-thin bonds. The fabric of Thorin's clothes had vanished and your nails had sunk into the rotting flesh which had begun to fall way in your grip.
You yanked your hand back in disgust, tripping and falling backward into the water at the sight of the creature. A gaping hole sat in the center of its face where you imagined its nose should be and a rigid crack served as its mouth. Green threads of damp mossy hair sprouted from its head and hung in front of the hollow cavities of its eyes.
An Siúlóir Portaigh. A creature you hadn't crossed paths with since you'd last traveled East of Gondor.
A bony hand reached out for you and you shot yourself backward, scrambling to your feet. Thorin's deep voice had been replaced with a low rasping gurgle, the sound growing louder as the creature lunged for you.
You turned and ran.
Thorin's voice had grown hoarse from calling your name.
He had turned away for one moment and you were gone and now as he searched, he feared to think what may have become of you.
His feet sunk into the ground beneath him, water reaching his ankles and soaking through his boots. Reeds sprouted up from the water, the smallest brushing his knees and the tallest towering a foot above his head. With a grunt, he pushed on.
The wind howled as it passed through the hollow chamber of the reeds and Thorin felt the hair on his neck stand up. Then, a shadow passed in front of him. He instinctively reached for his blade. It pushed through the long grass as it approached him but the glint of familiar armor has him dropping his sword.
“Thorin!” You beamed as you reached him. “You're alright. I lost sight of you in the fog.” You grabbed hold of his arms and Thorin was taken back by your sudden brashness. “I'm so glad I found you.”
He watched you for a moment, his joy at finding you unharmed outweighing the odd tinge of suspicion he felt. He cleared his throat and tilted his head forward in a curt nod.
“We must get back to the others.”
He turned to walk on but your arms held him in place.
“You needn't worry, they'll be alright,” you said casually. “As will we.”
Thorin offered a baffled look that doubled as a warning. He was uncertain what had caused your uncharacteristic forwardness and in all honesty, wasn't quite sure what to do about it.
You raised your head skyward and smiled again. With no shortage of confusion, Thorin followed your gaze
The sun had come back up and its light was seeping through the leaves above his head. The forest's canopy turned golden, as if set alight by dragon fire. Thorin's expression softened.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” Your hand found his own. “We could stay here, Thorin. You and I. Imagine it.”
Thorin blinked. He could stay here, with you. He could tell you everything he'd been longing to say since the escape from the goblin tunnels and the orc ambush on the cliffside. After all, why shouldn't he? Did he not deserve this after so many hardships? You could truly be together, you could offer him a new start, a new home– Thorin blinked again.
“And what of Erebor?”
You seemed amused by his question. You brushed his braid away from where it hung against his jaw and Thorin surprisingly let it happen.
“Erebor lies half a world away, a buried kingdom of dust and despair in the clutches of a dragon. Is it truly worth so much? Worth so many lives lost,” you asked. “We have everything we need here.”
And Thorin could only think about how right you were; your hands in his, the feel of your fingers brushing his hair, the rising sun and golden leaves– he could want for nothing else.
“Do you not want for this?”
“I–” he tried.
“You have done honorably by your people, Thorin, but you have been selfless for far too long.” He closed his eyes as you spoke. “Choose not what is right by them but by you. No more pain, no more fear.” He could feel your breath against his cheek. “Just us. Stay with me, my love.”
And Thorin decided in that moment that he would.
Your legs ached and your lungs burned.
The bog was becoming harder and harder to navigate but you were yet to find Thorin and you did not plan on stopping till you were certain he was safe.
The water grew shallower and you took it as a blessing. With your lower half free of the mud, you drew your sword. You rounded the trunk of a decaying tree and were met with a horrific sight.
Thorin, with decaying hands grasped round his neck and a deformed maw nearing his face. Thorin stood in a trance, eyes glossed over and body stiff. The siúlóir's mouth widened, rotting skin tearing as it did. Its nails dug into the side of Thorin's neck, harsh enough to draw blood. Still, he didn't move.
You acted on impulse. With a quick lunge forward, you drove your sword through the creatures back, twisting it twice before pushing it deeper.
Its screech was inhumane. It grasped at its wounds, its guttural yowls putting your hairs on end. You ran it through again. The siúlóir went quiet and Thorin screamed out.
“No!” His voice was distraught, his hands grasping at the creature as it slumped to the ground. “No–!”
“Thorin!” You grabbed his shoulder and roughly yanked him back. He raised his head and looked at you as though he'd seen a ghost. “It's alright– it's alright, it's me.”
His gaze fell back to the creature at your feet and given the twist of horror and disgust in his expression you figured he was now seeing it in its true form.
“Siúlóirí portaigh,” you muttered under your breath. “Bog walkers.”
Thorin blinked before taking in his surroundings with frantic eyes. He regarded you with a cautionary look. He said your name and when you nodded, you saw his stance relax slightly. His fear turned to confusion. “What–”
“They were going to drown us,” you answered plainly. You nudged the creature's shoulder with your heel and watched it sink a few inches into the water. “We need to go, this place will be crawling with them.”
Thorin wanted to question how you knew so much about such monsters but given how desperately you wanted to leave their hunting ground, he prioritized.
He offered one last glance at the creature, body now mostly submerged in the sullen water. He shuddered at how well the creature had worn your face, how much its voice had mimicked your own. How easily fooled he'd been.
He silently followed after you.
You walked until the mud on your clothes had hardened and the silk webs coating the trees had all but vanished. The leaf canopy above you had thinned out and the surrounding forest was now warm with the sun's light. The moment you heard a nearby bird song, you knew the dangers of Mirkwood had passed.
Thorin rested against the trunk of a sapling. His gaze was focused on something over your shoulder but given the blankness of his stare, you knew he wasn't looking at anything at all. You took a seat at his side and began to tend to his wound.
A nasty gash ran from the back of his neck to just below his throat. You worked silently. Thorin didn't even seem to notice until you applied a fraction too much pressure and with a sharp intake of breath, he turned to you.
“Sorry.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Thorin spoke.
“What did you see?” he asked you. “That creature, it toyed with my mind, showed me things I longed for that I hadn't even admitted to myself. So what did it show you?”
“Nothing.” The lie came easy. “Nothing of worth. I've dealt with siúlóirí before, they feed you lies, draw you in and then drown you before you even realise you're in danger. Whatever you seen, I wouldn't linger on it.”
Thorin seemed almost saddened by your answer. But it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, he gently brushed your hand away and got to his feet.
“We keep heading East.” The usual stoicism had returned to his voice. “Dwalin would know to do the same. If we do not regroup with the company in a day's time we head back the way we came and search.”
You nodded and got to your feet like a soldier following orders.
And as you fell into step beside the dwarf you thought maybe it would be best to take your own advice. To pass what you'd seen off as baseless lies not worth thinking about. But the feel of Thorin's shoulders brushing your arm reminded you that would be no easy task.
You entered Mirkwood wondering if what you felt for the dwarven king was more than just fondness. Now you were certain.
quick authors note: I invented the siúlóirí an portaigh for this fic and the name translates to ‘bog walkers/walkers of the bog’ in Irish. It was pretty fun combining two of my interests, writing and folklore, to create my own mythological creature :)
#I like to imagine that reader is dúnedain#and that Siúlóirí Portaigh inhabit the dead marshes po#because i love adding unnecessary lore to my fics 😌#thorin oakenshield x reader#thorin x reader#thorin oakenshield#thorin oakenshield x you#thorin x you#thorin x y/n#the hobbit x reader#the hobbit fic#lotr fic#lotr imagine#the hobbit imagine#the hobbit
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Okay, okay hear me out.
This is an idea me and onesies thought of..
So you can go where ever direction you want with this prompt
But I give you
Shadow milk with hypnotism
Anon how does it feel to have the biggest brain I've ever seen?/pos
Requested Prompts #3 - 💓
You had gotten separated from your friends when the beast had escaped, the blast of energy knocking you a decent way out of the fairy kingdom and into Beast Yeast... Thank God that White Lily Cookie had managed to seal up the rift before the other four could get out beforehand. One gigantic cookie to fight against was enough after all.
It was rather unfortunate that you got blasted into a rather dark part of the forest, you felt like there were eyes watching your every single movement.
You wandered around, a chill seeping into your dough as you remembered Shadow Milk Cookie's words before you all got blasted away...
" Ready or not, here I come! Ehe he he ha ha hah~!"
Was this all like a game to the giant beast? The thought terrified you, you should hide, and quick. So you looked around for a hiding place, any kind would be good so long as it was a good one. Was it just you, or could you hear his laughter echoing through the trees? it was totally just you, right?
Apparently the universe loves to prove you wrong, seeing as two giant cookie hands slam down onto the ground at both your sides as a humongous shadow is cast over you. " Peek-a-boo~ I see you~!" You could hear Shadow Milk Cookie almost mockingly coo as you turned around and fell on your backside out of fear. How'd he find you so quickly?!
" Oh my dear, there's no need to be scared!" He chuckled, scooping you up in one giant hand. If there was a chance you could escape unscathed before, then it was certainly gone by now. " After all, you've got me here!"
" Wh-what do you want from me?!" You stammer out, voice catching in your throat one he stared down at you with those absolutely humongous heterochromatic blue eyes of his. You felt like a new piece of candy in a candy store being examined by at kid to determine if it's worth eating or not.
The overgrown jester sighed, putting a hand to his head in an exasperated manner. " Oh, woe is me! The rare moment I find kindness in my heart to bestow upon another cookie, they be ever so rude about it!" He dramatically sulked, you almost felt bad for the guy... almost.
" But! Such a small little treat like you shouldn't be wandering the forests of Beast-Yeast alone! No no no no no! That wouldn't do at all!" He proclaimed, suddenly a lot more cheerful that it almost gave your emotional whiplash. With his other hand, he tilted your head up so you'd be staring right into his vibrant gaze. Was it just you, or were his eyes swirling? " So just trust in me alone, and I'll get you somewhere safe~"
You can feel something worming it's way into your head. Why shouldn't you trust Shadow Milk Cookie? Maybe he's just a huge softie under all that malice and mischief. No, no, he definitely tried to crumble your friends earlier. But he's so strong, and you're just a weak little cookie who can barely fight off the monsters of Beast-Yeast on their own- Wait.
" Gah! No! Get out.... of my head!" You squirmed away from his grasp, shutting your eyes as you buried your face into his hand. You refused to be mind controlled by this... this giant clown! You could hear him laughing again, a sound that haunted your ears as you felt him tenderly stroke your back in a way that made your shiver.
" Eheh he heh~ It's really cute when you try to resist," He purred, flipping you onto your back with a simple maneuver. Then, to your absolute shock, he lent down and kissed your forehead...? " I like you, Reader Cookie!" He chirped.
What.... what even was that?! He kissed you!? That- what- That's certainly not a normal thing to happen! Your guard had been lowered into the ground and buried, allowing Shadow Milk Cookie to worm his way into your mind without any issues whatsoever.
Your vision felt hazy, what were you doing again? Oh, right, staring into Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes... They really were pretty eyes, so many pretty shades of blue swirling around in them. But before that? ... Does it really matter?
Shadow Milk laughed from above, his voice echoing all around the forest.
" There we go~! That wasn't so hard now, wasn't it Little Star?" He cooed, stroking your face gently with his hand. It was an almost tender motion, you weren't really sure what to make of it. " Now, why don't we go and find your friends? I'm sure that they're dying to reunite with you!"
You slowly nodded, right, your friends… Your friends? You… don't quite remember their faces, but it'll come to you eventually… you hope.
" Eheh he he he he~! One down, five to go~" Shadow milk cackled to himself as he began walking through the forests of Beast-Yeast with you in hand.
#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk cookie x reader#cookie run kingdom x reader#cookie run#crk#cr kingdom#cookie run au#cookie run au prompts#cookie run kingdom#anon you are currently the most poggers anon i've ever gotten/pos#i am kissing you gently on the forehead in a platonic manner#tumblr is being mean and won't let me indent it without failing to save so yeah#okay so i just had to do the indentation separately#man
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for all time/lovebrush chronicles boys as cliché tropes
word count: 645
summary: lovebrush boys as cliche tropes !
Ai Yin / Ayn - Competitors - Whaaat? Why not Clarence ?? HEAR ME OUT.
You're a musician. You're like the musician ever— probably a pianist just to piss him off.
The two of you always tie first for piano competitions. There's no argument. If he's there, you're there. If he's first, you're first. The two of you are both prodigy pianists and there's no room for argument. Thus arises the issue. Your name is always followed by his— or his name is always followed by yours. You guys hate it.
Or so you say.
Because when you're missing from a competition for the first time in years, he's very much confused as to where you are, and it almost feels empty without you.
Wha— what did he just say? That was definitely not him.
Lu Chen / Alkaid - Deskmates - oh that's so cliché (I know)
The two of you are paired up as deskmates for the year. It's a little awkward at first until you get used to him, and then it just breaks into everyone else eating dog food (third-wheeling).
He brings you breakfast because you skip eating it, and you fix his tie when it's crooked... he always picks calls for you when he needs an extra hand, you always drop everything you have to help him... you two are practically dating.
Which raises the question. are you dating? Or is Alkaid just taking care of you because he thinks you're forgetful and clumsy?
The love letter slipped into your desk seems to say otherwise, though.
Luo Xia / Lars - Arranged Marriage - I didn't think this could get more cliché
You get arranged into a marriage with him for one reason— your family's going bankrupt, so they have to sell their only child to the Luos because like. Idk that's a cliché, it's a trope, IT'S HAPPENING TO YOU. PERIOD.
At first you're like terrified and he's super scary and cold and lowkey kind of rude, but he still kind of cares since when you first move in, he has the servants move all of your stuff, and yu almost feel like you're home. He's just not very vocal about liking you though; so when your family's business breaks out of bankruptcy and you're told you can divorce him if you want, and then he's like "no please don't take my spouse from me ☹️" and then next thing you know you're being pampered to the moon and back.
(You end up staying with him.)
Si Lan / Clarence - Love at First Sight - HEAR ME OUT ON THIS.
You're an unassuming new student at school, completely unbothered. You do not know he's the student council president. You're just at the nurse's office because your mom's the nurse or smth.
Then, he's admitted into the office because he overworked himself on accident, and you're like "errrr I'll help. sure"
And what does he see upon first waking up? You. The sun behind your head gives you a halo, and you look angelic. He thinks he's hallucinating.
"God, did I die?"
"Erm... not quite!"
Then you nurse him back to health, and he's having a moment (he can't forget you) but dw you eventually end up together 👍
Ye Xuan / Cael - Brother's Best Friend - you did not (oh yes I did)
Cael, your brother's calm best friend who seems to have no interest in dating anyone at all.
Cael, your brother's best friend who's been there for you as long as you can remember.
Cael, your brother's best friend who helps you through college hell, voice calm and soothing as you cry about the homework.
Cael, your brother's best friend who never lets himself slip when you're around (regardless of how bad he actually likes you)
Cael, your brother's best friend who tries his best to resist you when you're on top of him, breath heavy with alcohol and almost drunk.
Cael, your brother's best friend who doesn't fight it when you pull him in for a kiss at the door when he comes to check up on you the next day.
and Cael, who can't say no to you when you spill out your feelings for him on paper, spilling out his own when you meet up with him.
#I am obsessed with this btw im like obseddsed with these characters I will explode rn /pos#cael x reader#ye xuan x reader#si lan x reader#clarence x reader#Luo xia x reader#lars x reader#lu chen x reader#alkaid x reader#ai yin x reader#ayn x reader#lovebrush chronicles x reader#reader insert#lovebrush chronicles#for all time x reader#for all time#also hello lovebrush chronicle/for all time fandom please take my housewarming gift pls let me in
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I love this Fanfic so much!!!
Really love @wakebymoonsleepbysun 's DJMM fanfic ARARARARARRAA!!!!!!
Slight spoilers for events of ch 2 but I really wanted to doodle some fanart for the fic!! tee hee- It just makes me so happy, and the interactions are so wholesome😭💖
Though my heart broke for DJ after the stuff in ch 1 😰😭 imma fight those kids istg 💪😡🤺🤺
I loved the "broccoli" part LMAOOOOO had me giggling in my room like a goofy lil goober
Artistic rendition of me reading your fanfic:
Just imagine me switching between those two states the entire time
#dj music man#djmm#selfship#djmm x reader#simping#I hope this gives you an idea of how much I enjoy your writing! ARARARARA /pos /gen#DJMM Stereo Souls#my art#2023#stereo souls#artastic-friend
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story of us: l. hughes
blurb: the story between you and luke was over. / word count: 2.1k / pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader
“No!” you said, trying to keep your tears at bay and the wavering of your voice to a minimum. “We had a plan, Luke. We had a plan, and suddenly you’re doing this?” you said, trying not to scream. You waved your arms around as if trying to explain what exactly “this” was, but you could only stare at the boy in front of you as he shook his head at you, trying to keep his own emotions in check.
The two of you didn’t argue, and the fact that this was occuring in the first place was just a reminder of how broken your relationship had become in the past few months. You stared at him from across your shared bathroom, your hands picking at the skin around your nails as you tried your hardest not to start tearing out your own hair.
You weren’t trying to be a bitch, or even trying to create an argument, but enough was enough — over the past few months, your relationship with Luke had become a shell of what it once was; he no longer communicated with you, often avoiding you when he was home after his away games, and as much as you tried to get him to talk, he would simply brush you off, or busy himself with other things. It hurt, to be completely honest. It was ana entire switch from the boy you had fallen in love with during your first year at UMich, and you were fed up with it — fed up with the lack of communication on Luke’s end, no matter how much you tried; sick of always being second-best to hockey, and most of all, feeling like you were so unloved everytime Luke disregarded what you told him. He had changed since moving to Jersey, and you were sick of it; sick of the people both of you had become that it was practically tearing you and your relationship apart.
“I —” you started, the tears now falling freely as Luke still stood at the bathroom entrance, staring at you. You could tell he was tired, but so were you — you were so fed up with feeling like you were a nuisance in your own relationship, and you needed an out. You needed to get away from the source.
“I can’t keep doing this anymore, Luke. I just can’t, and as much as I love you, I don’t think you love me the same. Not like you used to,” you began. Still nothing from him — not even a tick of his jaw. He simply stared at you, as if silently asking why you thought it was his fault. At this point, you had never heard silence this loud. So loud, in fact, that is was worse than screaming or fighting; it was loud enough to drown out everything else and hone in on the sound of your heart breaking.
Sliding down against your vanity, you sat on the bathroom floor, your knees hugged against your chest as you tried to put together the words to tell him it was over — that the two of you were over.
“We can’t keep this up anymore, Luke. I used to think I was so lucky to have fallen in love with you; to be loved by you, and now? Now I have to second-guess myself when I want to fuckign sit next to you, because I don’t know if you even want me there,” you cried. “I don’t know even know what page you’re on anymore, but you have so many walls up, and I can’t fucking get through them. I can’t keep pretending that I’m simply alright with you not caring about me anymore, and I — I just can’t,” you whispered, your voice now hiccupping from the tears and the mere exhaustion of the day.
You wanted him to say something — to tell you it’d be alright, that he still loved you, but nothing came. Instead, he stood there at the door frame, looking down as you sobbed. No, this wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with; this was a man whose chapter in your book was over. Over for good.
The next day, after you had made up your mind about the state of your relationship — and as Luke continued to not so much as even speak to you about the status of where the two of you stood, you packed your bags and left. Standing in the entrance of the place you had called home for so long, your stuff packed all around you, Luke watched from the kitchen island. He still hadn’t spoken to you since he saw you crying last night — no comfort, no kisses or hugs. Nothing.
With one last look at him, you opened the door and slipped out of the door, not even bothering to look back at him. You were closing that chapter of your story and you were closing Luke alongside it too.
And to be fair, you were fine. Yes, the breakup hurt like a bitch, but you took the time you needed to mourn the version of your relationship you had liked; the first few months when the two of you had first fallen in love, and when you had the version of Luke that you had loved. After that? You had taken enough time to reflect and realize that the sparks you once felt had distinguished themselves long ago; how the way that you used to know your spot was right next to him changed into searching the room for an empty seat.
Almost a year later, you were doing fine — better than you were before. Instead of staying in Jersey, and staying tied down to finishing your schooling, you decided to move to New York — far enough into the city where the city of Newark was practically a dream, and where you were surrounded by people who you considered to be almost family; you were done with Luke, with Michigan and with all the baggage that part of your life carried, and now, you were happier. Throughout your time in New York, you had made enough friends that were borderline family, and made rough memories to cover up the annotations you had scribbled over your heart following the breakup.
It wasn’t until almost a year and half-later that you were out in New York, surrounded by your friends at some bar that was being promoted by one of them. You didn’t usually go out just to drink, but you were the designated sober friend tonight; you had to make sure they were all back home in one piece. Since you were near SoHo, at one of the rooftop bars with really good mocktails, you hadn’t even noticed the other groups of people that filed in behind you and your friends, and wouldn’t have cared it one of the blonde women trying to get another man’s attention had elbowed you instead, spilling your mocktail passion fruit margarita on you.
The other woman didn’t even spare you a passing glance, too absorbed in the brunette man who was talking to another man — one you recognized well. It was Marino; you knew him because, at one point of your life, you were always around him when you went to visit the team at the Prudential Center. Luke and he were good friends, especially since his fiancée had invited you and Luke out to dinner as a double-date thing, knowing that you and her had studied the same thing at university, and because, at times, it was nice talking to someone who wasn’t absorbed into the WAG-culture like she was. She liked the other women, but sometimes it was hard to deal with high school sweethearts who were obsessed with each other, and whose names all ended in -leigh.
You craned your head a bit to the left, and you could kind of pick out others you recognized; there was Nico in the corner, chatting next to who you only assumed was one of the new rookies on the team — he didn’t look familiar to you — but then again, you didn’t really keep up with the team anymore. You were more of a Rangers fan, now, anyways.
Before you could make eye contact with him, though, or even think of the possibility that Luke could be at the same bar, you made your way to the bar. Ordering yourself a soft drink, (you were still the designated sober one,) you took the opportunity to look around — and meet eyes with the last person you expected, or even wanted, to, because there, across the bar from where you were drinking your Coke, was Luke — his hair a bit shorter, but his curls still as wild as before.
He looked good — his lean frame had filled out a bit, which was something you knew he was hoping would happen as he progressed in the NHL.
Here stood the man who you shared so many memories with, and it all almost felt fake as you realized the two of you were strangers to each other at this point in your lives. He was tanner, and you could see the shadow of an almost-beard on the sides of his face. He was your Luke, but he wasn’t at the same time. The version of the man who was making his way across the bar to you wasn’t the boy you had fallen in love with almost two years ago; no, he was different, and so were you.
The chapter of your life you were currently writing didn’t know who Luke was; all it knew was the phantom pains of heartbreak, and the way you kept reminding yourself as you saw him walk closer and closer. He was, as far as you could tell, alone — surrounded only by the other guys on the team. As he approached you, and came to a stop right in front of you, the two of you stood almost alone in the crowded room — neither of you willing to speak first.
“Y/N,” he whispered, but you could hear him just fine. “Luke,” you responded, with a nod. You wanted to walk away, but you knew he had something to tell you; if he didn’t, then he wouldn’t have come to a stop right in front of you. If he didn’t have anything to say, he would have ignored you like he had during a majority of your relationship.
“I— What are you doing here?” he said. So that’s where the two of you stood — back on the base of small talk. If you were being honest, you weren’t going to rehash this; you weren’t going to pretend what happened between the two of you was amicable or even fair, so you cut right to the chase with your next words.
“I’m with a few friends. What do you want, Luke? Is there a reason you came all the way over here? Just to ask me why I’m here?” you asked. You didn’t mean to be rude, but at this point, you were even above caring.
For a second, he looked stunned that you had even responded. He cleared his throat, and shook his head. “I just wanted to apologize, uh, for everything. There’s so many things I wish I would’ve done differently, and I would have, and I— I’m just sorry,” he said, scratching the back of your neck.
This apology would have been enough for you two years ago. You would have forgiven him at the drop of a hat, and you would have put up with anything if he was this communicative before the two of you had broken up, but the reality was that he wasn’t. This apology — if you could even call it that — wouldn’t be enough for you; not anymore. The story of you and Luke had been written a long time ago, and your ink had dried up — you wouldn’t let is be used up anymore, and you were done with that chapter of your life — done with the story of you and Luke.
Steeling your gaze — and your heart, if you were being honest — you simply looked up at him, at the face you had fallen in love with so deeply, and walked away. There was nothing more to say between the two of you — no more words to press on your pages. It was over; the story was written.
#luke hughes#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes x reader#inspired by a taylor swift song#lukes a pos in this one sorry#timeskip?
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Okay WEEW! I just ready through your entire Logan Huntzbereger tag and I need to know more about this casual dominance but I got SO MANY butterflies while reading through your tag.
Also, maybe some headcanons of what he's like in bed.... only if your comfortable with that of course.
AAaAAAAUUGGHH. y E S.
Logan's casual dominance comes in many wonderful foms. It's really second nature to him, especially with you. He has no clue what it is about you, but something about you activates every single daddy dom must protect gene in him. which is a lot of them. Once you know to look for it, you start seeing his casual dominance everywhere. and it ALQAYS fills you with butterflies. He opens doors for you every single time, no matter where you are. He's SO the type to put his hand on the small of your back to move you where he wants you. He buckles your seatbelt, fixes your blothes, zips and unzips you up when you're getting dressed. He insists on tying your shoes, and always has a pair of comfy shoes in your size on him if you wear heels, just in case you end up walking more than you expected to. He bundles you up even when you insist you're warm enough (and he's usually right, it probably is a little chillier than you expected). If you get shy on him he'll hold your face in his hands to make sure you're looking at him when he really wants to drive home a point. The main way you realized how casually dominant he is and how much you fucking LOVE it, is because after being around him for long you realized that you really do just shut your brain off in public around him. You never noticed how relaxing and refrehsing it is to not have to think, to not have to lift a finger, and BELIEVE ME. Logan will not let you if you don't want to. He'll send a car or a check or whatever you need to be totally taken care of and GOD does it make your stomach flip and heart pound.
#drabbles#logan huntzberger#logan huntzberger x reader#logan huntzberger drabbles#gilmore girls#gilmore girls x reader#gilmore girls drabbles#dilf!logan#older!logan#I'll do the smut hcs in another post bc#boy is A LOT /pos
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@ Hobie simps,you want HIM???????????MY DWEEBY ASS LITTLE BROTHER?????????????????
YOU'RE DOWN BAD FOR SPIDERDOOFUS????????????????IS THIS YOUR MAN?
#he is literally a walking meme i'm obsessed with all of you /lh /pos#hobie brown#ace hobie#trans hobie brown#unlabeled hobie brown#autistic hobie brown#team dad hobie#mama's boy hobie#hobie is jamaican#spiderpunk comics#atsv#btsv#spiderman#punkflower#ghostpunk#punkbyte#laddoopunk#momobie#solarpunk(comics)#springpunk#doublepunk#punklass#punkboy#heartpunk#gamerpunk#< familial selfship tag#x black!reader#💌#summerposting
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Anemo androids with a reader whos slowly dying? Could be a good chance for both fluff and angst
Or alternatively, I raise you...
anemo androids who lost their previous user
Ever since, they've wandered around alone as independents, before running into you.
Content warnings: angst. death by natural causes (Heizou), death by illness (Venti, Wanderer), hospitals + grief + accidents (Kazuha).
Not specified or gone into detail, but thought I'd give a heads up! The guys are… very traumatized.
Characters: Xiao, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou
Xiao, whose user was working a risky job. Everyone knew that shorter lifespans were common in their line of work, considering how many enemies they could make - but that never stopped them from greeting each day as if it was the most beautiful morning they've seen.
Xiao expected them to appoint him to work, doing tasks that regular humans would avoid if they could. While they did ask him to help, they'd always put themselves on the front line instead. He never understood it - still doesn't. And it's arguable that Xiao also doesn't get why their last command to him was to live like a human.
He tries, truly. But he's quite sure he's lost his purpose after his user was gone; that is, until he ran into you.
You're a person with a pretty domestic life (domestic by his standards at least, which wasn't saying much). He's not sure if one can describe it as a crush, but Xiao finds himself visiting the places where he first ran into you in hopes he'd see you again. And then... maybe start a conversation. Or if you were in trouble or had too many bags to carry, he might offer his assistance.
He thinks it's just a passing interest until you thank him with a smile that has him blurt out a question, asking if you'd need more help in the future.
You exchanged phone numbers and promised to contact him soon. Xiao thinks that's the most he's spoken in a long time - and there's an odd feeling in his chest that might be the equivalent of grief and butterflies, finally fluttering out of the sea of autumn leaves that have dried against the forest floor.
Wanderer who unfortunately, has went through 3 users before you, if that's what you could call them. The first was a guardian who needed an assistant for her work, before she eventually tried to set him free. Little did she know this felt like abandonment more than liberation to the android.
Next was a well-meaning person whom he considered a friend, but wasn't aware of his nature as a droid and eventually moved away from the city. And the third...
...forget it. It was brief: a child who couldn't see him anymore once their parents realized Wanderer was an independent android. He's sure the kid's doing fine though, getting the medical care he needs.
Wanderer expected himself to learn his lesson: don't get attached to anyone, as they'll never stay or need him for long. That is, until he sees you; too kind for your own good despite his sharp personality, offering him a role at the cafe you owned. 'If you truly have nothing to do, perhaps you could join us here?'
A cafe. How ludicrous. He's worked in high-profile science labs, and now he's a cashier and waiter in an unsuspecting part of the city. You say he has a talent for beautiful plating and latte art. He holds back from telling you that as an android, of course he'd reach perfection more easily than humans.
...But, you seem like you need the help. And you're not as annoying as other people - so maybe he'll stick around. Just until you try to get rid of him (you never did.)
Venti was a companion droid for a boy with an illness. He was a friend and caretaker who'd make sure the child's vitals were alright, and would be able to call for emergency aid or apply it himself if something were to happen.
Venti was surrounded by a family full of love, and just as equally the despair of knowing that their time together was limited.
The boy passed after he graduated highschool. His parents had since given Venti his independence, saying he had the freedom to decide what he wanted to do next.
He knew that they saw parts of their son in him. So as an android who was always a little too kind, Venti left soon after he paid his respects to the boy. He pursues a dream that was both his user's and his own - shared hopes that were supposed to be debuted by a pair, rather than one.
He becomes quite a successful singer. Venti's no celebrity (maybe an internet idol at best, though he doesn't post his appearance without a mask or wig), but he's popular enough to live on his own and donate his profits towards causes related to his past user.
Eventually, you come into his life as a housemate - he'd accepted the idea on a whim, seeing as you just needed a quiet place to live in the city for your new job. It was only then when Venti realized how much he missed having someone to return to at the end of the day.
Was it possible for an android to have more than one dream? He must be greedier than he gave himself credit for.
Kazuha is still at a point of recovery, after his previous user's passing.
It'd all happened too fast; an accident right when Kazuha wasn't with them, realizing it was too late by the time he rushed to the hospital. He was a complete mess, panicking and standing there numbly as he processed the announcement made by the doctors. No tears could shed, for androids couldn't cry.
He still keeps their apartment tidy, seeing as his user's relatives were still in grieving as well. He goes on his usual chores, everything except the laundry and cooking. The pet cat feels grief too, finding comfort in Kazuha as it nuzzled into him. It grounds him a little.
Days, weeks, and months pass. After enough time, Kazuha's taught himself how to manage his grief, thought part of it still clings to him like a ghost. The first time you met Kazuha was when he'd pulled you out of the way of a speeding car that rushed the traffic lights. You're shaken by the near-accident encounter, but Kazuha even more so.
You see the worry in his eyes and the way he grips onto you so tightly, it was as if he'd be willing to use his body to shield yours to prevent another tragedy.
When you gently ask Kazuha if he was okay, he stiffly nods, before allowing you to pull him aside to a nearby bench to sit down.
...Ah, he was supposed to be a companion droid that comforted others. But you didn't seem to mind even if you noticed the slight scratches on his synthetic skin, left uncared for after a while of living through an isolated season.
It was safe to say that you brought the sunlight back to him again, little by little. Kazuha doesn't know how to thank you enough for that.
Heizou was bought to accompany an elderly couple who had a bit too much saved for retirement. They brought him onto their holiday trips, thinking of him as a son of sorts that they doted on - not that he allowed them to do so without doing anything in return. He'd make sure the house was in good shape, that they were healthy, and operated the electronics needed for them to call their loved ones.
He can't exactly be mad about how old age took them in their sleep. Ridiculously enough, they'd tried to fit him into their wills during their reading, which he pushed back against until a small fortune was given to him in cash. He had to open a bank account after that. He wonders how different things would be if that elderly couple had actual children to spend their time on. He's sure they would've been very happy.
Heizou goes on to become a detective; he's good at it, and they'd always joke that one day, they could see him helping a lot of people. Passing off as a genius detective, Heizou presents himself as a human and works at an agency. His boss and closest co-workers know he's an android, after dangerous missions where he threw himself in front of them and survived an otherwise fatal wound to the chest. He finds a family of sorts there - people who'd have his back despite how he likes to tease them.
You're a client that walks into the agency one day with a sensitive case. Perhaps it's because two lonely souls found comfort in each-other, but Heizou immediately forms a connection with you as he tries to make you more comfortable around him. You're not opposed to his charming jokes either, even expressing your thanks for his help when the job was done, and asking if he'd like to get coffee together sometime.
Heizou simply wanted to cheer you up at first. But at this point, it was safe to say that he's grown a little more attached than he intended to. (He'd love to get coffee, but would need to get around the fact that he couldn't actually consume drinks.)
#this was supposed to be 1 paragraph each but evidently the android au is a bit too rottable /pos#xiao x reader#heizou shikanoin x reader#kaedehara kazuha x reader#venti x reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin reader insert#genshin fic#traveler wishes#genshin impact imagines#genshin writing
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