#g!n reader

Mommy Wanda Maximoff x Little Reader

Soft Mommy AU - 1/?

Summary: nuzzling skin leads to something more.

Tags: mommy wanda, little reader, soft, nursing, ficlet

Words: 505

Author's note: happy late mother's day :p

No pronouns used for reader. Nondescript shirt.

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Wanda doesn’t usually wear her silk robe so long before bed. Yet when she came back into the living room after her shower, she is. You notice instantly, sitting up straighter but trying not to be obvious about. You love how soft she looks in her red silk robe and she knows it. 

She sits down, wine glass in hand, and you quickly snuggle into her, the show playing long forgotten. Your turn your head so your nose brushes her shoulder, unsubtly enjoying the lingering scent of her soap. Her arm wraps around your back, nails slipping under the hem of your shirt to gently scratch at the skin there.

Its okay to point out flaws

Its okay to just be you

(Only in my ask box cuz i dont condone harassment of authors)

Sunday who viewed you as something akin to a god.

Sunday who worshipped you in Robin’s absence.

Sunday who would have done anything at your behest.

Sunday who did anything at your behest.

Sunday who, despite viewing you as such, refused to tell you anything about the inner-workings of Penacony.

Sunday who kept you ignorant for your own safety.

Sunday who acted as the perfect, welcoming head of oak family to you.

Sunday who acted as the kind, patient and innocent lover to you.

Sunday who went along with his plans under your gaze.

Sunday who just smiled and nodded, dismissing your concerns whenever you asked if he was alright.

Sunday, who, as he prepared to be a vessel for the order, wondered what you would think.

Sunday who buried those doubts along with his worries of the future.

Sunday who, as he was falling in Robin’s embrace, hoped with all his heart you wouldn’t be associated with his crimes.

Sunday who’s only request to his assigned guards was to not let you visit him during captivity.

Sunday who knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the disappointment and confusion in your eyes once you confronted him.

Sunday who escaped with a goal in mind: avoid you.

Sunday who didn’t not want to see you. Quite the opposite, actually.

Sunday who wanted to see you with all his heart, but knew your pure soul would try to help him.

Sunday who couldn’t allow even the possibility of you being hurt.

Sunday who carried his sins and burden to the Astral Express.

Sunday who’d secretly change the parlor car’s songs to your favorites when he could.

Sunday who would make your favorite dishes as his meal.

Sunday who did anything he could to try to make his own little pieces of you in his solitude.

Though in the end, Sunday who could never say goodbye.

“Sunday, my love.”

Same procedure: I’m posting a formatted, grammer checked + reread version of this on my main blog later.

Ig if it gets enough attention I’ll put a Sunday fluff idea [kinda like a part two to this] to paper and post it.

| | | Part one | | |

Reader is G!N and also a neighbor in welcome home, also want to mention that the reader themselves are a puppet too

Heads up for stimming (Julie, no worries, she’s happy) just in case if you’re uncomfortable with it

Warnings: Stalking in this little series, take my heed, take my warning… such behavior won’t be present or exhibited until part three of route one, I’m just giving an early notice

Other than that there’s nothing else! There’s zero sexual content! (I respect partycoffins uncertainty at the moment) or inappropriate language

A/n: I do apologize if anything may be wonky, I’m currently sick and feeling unwell, fever isn’t doing me any good other than giving me time off to do what I want.

Wally first met you when you moved into the oh so lovely neighborhood of Welcome Home. At first he was just your typical fellow puppet, besides the snazzy sense of style and personality of course. after you had both met he’d greet you in the morning with a smile as he would check his mail box for any potential letters or packages delivered by Eddie.

The sun was shining as brightly as it possibly could on that day and the fresh breeze was blowing around the peaceful neighborhood you were now currently moving into. Flowers that grew by each white or multicolored fence filled that breeze with the occasional hint of pollen to attract bouncy bees or fluttering butterflies that would fly by.

You were in front of your brand new home. You took a moment to relish the soon would be memory then started to unload your belongings from the bright blue truck, box after box after box. One by one. As you were in the midst of taking one of the last ten boxes you felt as if someone was observing you. You turned around to see a fellow puppet with yellow skin and blue hair that was styled into a swirl, the immaculately styled hair could be compared to a roll cake— a pompadour. He wore a blue cardigan over a white button down— that button down had one button unbuttoned, a red scarf tied around his neck, for his bottoms he was wearing striped rainbow pants, He was smiling warmly. Watching you as he stood there. You didn’t know what to say so you just said whatever came first to mind.

“Is there anything I could help you with?” You asked not knowing an ounce of what he would answer with. You had to admit, he was one finely well dressed neighbor. His eyes lit up as if he was a cat that had heard it’s kibble shake in a bowl the second you asked the question

“..Actually I came here to ask you that question” he said, his voice monotonous but welcoming and calming, he pointed to the box in your hand “oh my, that box sure looks heavy” he voiced “May I help you with it?”

Overtime as you got acquainted with him, the relationship between the both of you grew to become the best of friends

You would go over and visit his home to paint with him, on most days spent at his place you would both end up with paint smeared over each others clothes, too much fun from painting. And he would visit your home to do whatever you’d like to together whether that’d be baking cookies or Wally coming over to show you his favorite apple

Wally was perplexed, one day he felt a fuzzy feeling whenever you were around— he was so confused!

He would often be looking far into the distance, a dreamy smile and dazed look upon his face as he hummed a tune to the thought of you

“Ohhh Wally”Julie called as she skipped over to him

“Wally” she repeated his name to get his attention “hm?” Wally woke from his daydream “who..”

“Silly, it’s me” Julie giggled “Julie!”

“Oh, hi julie” Wally smiled warmly as he waved his hand very slowly. Julie noticed the behavior Wally was showing, he looked so detached to the world around them

“Gee, you seem a little different today” She pointed out “..What’s on your mind?”

“Well, you see.. I’m not sure how to put it” He wondered, unsure of how to express how he feels towards Reader “Well..”

“Is it a thing?” Julie guessed but Wally shook his head “is it an animal? Let me guess, Let me guess, it’s a word!”

“Mh, mh” Wally shook his head again. For a moment Julie paused and thought very hard, if it’s none of those, then what is it? Or rather, who is it?

“Oh! I’ve got it now!” Julie chirped cheerily “Is it one of our neighbors?” She squealed, her eyes twinkling and shining as she waited for Wallies response thinking that she had finally found the answer— and she was right! She could just sense that she was right by the way Wally was at loss of words when she said it. “Who is it?” She asked Wally “Who is it!”

Wally whispered, a little hesitant to tell Julie who’s he thinking of “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Why would I laugh? Go on, tell me!” Julie urged “I’m your neighbor, I wouldn’t laugh”

“Now, what’s going on here?” Frank suddenly approached Julie and Wally “What’s all the commotion about?”

“Wally is thinking of one of our neighbors” Julie giggled “He’s going to tell me who they are” She covered her mouth “Go on Wally, who are they?”

“Well, It’s reader—“ Wally was then cut off by Julie squealing and jumping up and down in joy, Frank on the other hand was suprised at the reaction Julie had shown

“I knew it!” Julie cheered “Just by the look on your face, I could tell” she stimmed by flapping her hands for a bit.

“So you’re thinking about Reader?” Frank said “I saw your face earlier, and I know exactly what that means”

“Hm?” Wally hummed, unsure of what Frank was exactly saying, Wally’s half lidded eyes were now confused

“Now, before I’m sure it really is what I think it is, I have to ask you a series of questions” Frank cleared his throat and dusted his shoulder “if that would be fine with you”

To be continued, stay tuned!

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mentions of blood, injury

angst w/o comfort

not proofread

childe x reader

"we should stop seeing eachother."

"what?"

"its for the best."

it was in the heat of the moment, and you didnt mean it. yet why did he agree? was he too blinded by his fighting spirit?

"fine." childe said, leave and slamming the door behind him.

how did it get to this point?

--

childe came home, injured. bruises everywhere and blood dripping down his face. youre used to seeing this. youre used to having to patch up all his wounds. yet it still worried you. just because youre used to it doesn't mean you dont stop worrying.

"dear.. you need to take a break. you always come home injured. please. im really worried for you."

"its fine, hun, i'm a fatui harbinger, its part of my job. just dont worry too much, okay darling?"

"ajax." childe looked at you, knowing you were serious when you said his real name.

"please, take a break. for me." you gripped onto the bandage you were wrapping around his arm a little tighter.

childe was getting irritated by the second, after having a stressful day and having to deal with his partner at home.

"(name). you know what you were getting into when we started dating. you should be used to this by now."

"ajax, i'm still worried for you! what if- what if one day you dont come home? what if one day you-"

everything went silent. the atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating.

"we should stop seeing eachother."

"what?"

"its for the best."

--

now youre sitting on your bed, head in your hands.

i've loved you since the world was gonna end

and it just might if i don't confess

daichi x gn!reader

info: fluff, child-hood crush, underage drinking (briefly), continuation from pt.1, teenage love ✧*。

January first, 2012. A new year, a new season of volleyball, and new expectations placed heavy-handedly upon his shoulders. Yet despite all this pressure, he still wore the same dumb grin that graced his face merely at the thought of you.

Speaking of, he shuffled upward from under his thick duvet to watch you snore loudly on the futon at the end of his bed - “the birthday boy will not give up his bed for me! Your mother made this up for me and I won’t be ungrateful!”- you’d insisted the previous night.

With each birthday the gifts had matured- no more toys and trinkets, but hand-made appetisers and some cheeky items snuck from your pantry. Hot chocolate had turned into a more,, adult drink. “Ta-da~” you’d waved the small bottle of prosecco at him like a magician half-heartedly pulling a dove from your sleeve as soon as he opened his frontdoor, “they won’t notice it’s gone- and so what if we’re underage? Live a lil’, captain!” He could only roll his eyes and smile at your antics as you nudged him and hid the glistening bottle beneath your jacket.

Since the wee hours of the morning that bottle had mainly been necked by you- Daichi only taking light sips and coughing at the heavy smell and bubbles that burned his throat. You’d laughed and heaved him into a tight hug, nostalgia clouding your eyes as you reminisced - “we’re not kids anymore, dai! Oh, how time flies!”

It sure does when he’s spending it with you, his little firework. Shot into the sky and caused such a big boom. Making the daunting clouds over his head separate, his heart stutter and wheeze, cheeks warm and eyes waver with the joy of spending time with you.

His adoring thoughts were clipped off by a raspy gargling as you rolled over under the sheets- “I think I'm gonna be sick.” and rushing (more like tripping) to the bathroom.

Shaking his head fondly he pitter-pattered after you to rub your back as you dry-heaved into his toilet bowl, gripping the blue & white tiles for dear life.

Even in this aspect, which you’d probably consider your worst, he still found himself wishing to be nowhere else other than here. Wiping your mouth you smiled wearily, “thanks. we should get going soon, yeah? don’t wanna- *hic*- be late.” 

An hour later, after many back rubs and gulps of stingingly fresh water, the both of you made it to the shrine where Asahi, Kiyoko and Koushi awaited your presence.

Patting his arm you separated to walk with the ace and chat about an upcoming math test which he keenly begged you to revise for. “Maybe I’ll wish for brains this year.” You laughed whimsically and began trudging up the stone steps - not without complaining - “these monks just looove making me walk after a hang-over, don’t they? Stupid stairs!”

While the others looked on in affectionate concern, Daichi hung back with a dumb, droopy-eyed smile stuck to his face. He only rushed forward when you looked like you were about to topple backwards at the final step, sweating at your tipsy and light-hearted actions. He didn’t mind it though, being back beside you as you gripped his arm for steadiness.

One by one your friends encroached upon their fates by ringing the dangling suzu bells. On his turn, Daichi shakily took a breath as he gripped the red & white entwined rope. Squeezing his eyes shut, he inhaled the after-blaze of sparklers and the merry smell of abundant hope, and made his ever repetitive wish.

Clapping his hands to seal what so far had never faltered, he returned back as you, the last person to go and reach for your future, entered the shelter of the shrine.

You took a while, but no-one minded. It was peaceful after all, only a soft breeze and parents whispering instructions to their children on how New Years’ prayers worked filtered through the chilly morning air.

Satisfied, you stepped away and bowed to the gods, thanking them for listening to your long thread of wishes which no comforting shoulder or alcohol could pry out of you.

Traipsing away with a beaming grin, you reconnected your arm with Daichi’s as you made your way back down the moss-studded steps, greeting neighbours and local elders as they made their own journey.

As your friends spilled their anxieties over the new heat of volleyball tournaments approaching, you listened intently and gave baby-teeth sized amounts of wisdom, not compatible to Kiyoko’s sage inspiration. Failing to notice Dai’s grip get a little tighter as you praised his leadership and team’s spectacular skill.

It shone from your very being - you were proud of each and every one of them.

As soft flutters of winter drifted along your path, grey from soggy, trodden snow and framed by curling evergreens, Daichi - neighbour, best-friend, the bud of a soulmate that would blossom with the coming spring - found his eyes wandering to your content face once again.

Sighing with bitter appreciation, he considered this not the right time tell you he’d been harbouring a crush on you for the past decade. Swallowing what he feared would be tears - you are just so beautiful in this scenery, no matter where you were, he was constantly in awe of your ever glowing shine. A silly thing to admit, but he couldn’t help it.

“Hey.” You softly pulled him to a stop as soon as you heard that weary sigh. That sound ached you profoundly- it echoed after a lost match or tiring practice. To you it was the sound of him edging closer to giving up, yet holding on. “What’s wrong?”

 Your three friends walked on ahead, not noticing you and your partner’s halted foot-fall. Adjusting his coat lapels and tightening his scarf, you patiently waited for an answer.

The way you looked at him, after all this time, he felt his silly heart do that silly little pang. You just made his heart go boom, little firework.

Leaning into you he ever so gently placed a kiss upon your forehead, to which you closed your eyes and let the feeling of warmth spread. 

“Nothing.” His fell in beside you again as you both began to walk, the faint laughter of your friends ahead trailed through to your heart, “I’m just glad my wish stayed true.” and he reached for your hand, which you grasped without even having to try.

After all this time, it had never faultered.

A/N: ah, bitter-sweet feelings of 'not the right time, but another year with you' :')

inspo:

“you were always more than just a one-night stand to me”

------------------------ Hunter x GN!Reader - Smut - Fear to love ------------------------

Content Warning: 18+ Only below the cut

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"I'm really hating this mission!" You yelled over the sound of blaster shots and droids falling to the ground.

"Really? I thought it was going pretty well." Hunter joked, trying to hide his concern as the droids forced the two of you deeper into the forest. The brush was too thick to get a comm signal through to the rest of the Bad Batch.

Luckily Hunter's skills and natural knack for this kind of terrain kept you both alive. Finding paths through the thick foliage and trees, sliding down muddy hillsides.

"These clankers just won't give up," you complained as they continued to follow you. They really didn't want you getting into that secret Separatist station. Not only were there regular droids but also commando droids, so far they were the only ones able to keep up. But you knew the others weren't far behind.

"Hopefully we'll at least act as a distraction, so the others can get in and out before the droids double back," Hunter said, continuing to forge a path.

"Let's hope."

You took turns between running and fighting, slowly thinning down the masses of droids following close behind. It doesn't take long before some commando droids thought about flanking the two of you. Using the forest and blaster fire to cover their movements as they circled behind you and Hunter.

Now blaster fire was coming from all sides, both of you knew this wouldn't end well if it continued. "Hunter, find a way outta here!"  "I'm trying!" He said frantically, searching, knowing there was no time to focus. His senses were already overloaded with all the sounds the droids were making.

"Here quick!" He shouted as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him as he began running, taking some blaster fire as he charged through a small group of droids. - You heard a sound; it was loud, the closer you got the louder it became. It didn't take long to realize it was a waterfall.

"Jump," Hunter said, now holding your hand as he approached the edge.  "Are you crazy?! We could die!" "Well, it's either get killed by a bunch of clankers or risk jumping in some water. I'll make sure you're safe, okay? You just have to trust me." He said, looking over your shoulder to see the droids approaching quickly.

"I can't."  "Yes, yes you can," he reassured, but it wasn't helping. "No....no I - I can't."  Hunter pulled off his helmet and cupped your face, "You can... I love you, and I'm not going to let you die, trust me."

You were too occupied with panicking about the clankers and waterfall to really have his words register, so after a moment of hesitation and stepping closer to the edge before stepping back in panic, you finally nodded to him. "Fine, just promise we'll get out of there."

"I promise." He replied before the both of you jumped off into the water. Even with your suits on, it was freezing, chilling you to the bone. The water rushed all around you, pushing and pulling you in every direction, slamming you into things as you tried to fight against it. Luckily, as promised, Hunter was there to get you, pulling you up against his chest as he swam to the water's edge. Helping you up onto the rocky ground.

"I'm never doing that again!" You huffed, trying to keep yourself from shivering.

"Come on, we need to get to cover before they see us." He said taking your hand and leading you into the forest. It was already getting dark. Soon the warmth of the sun was gone, now replaced by a small fire he had made while you built a shelter. - It took a while, but it was finally finished.

"You know we could have died," you say with a sad expression.  "Remember, I'd never let you die," he reassured, placing his hand over yours to stop it from shivering. - Now you remember, and now you had time to process the words he said earlier, "You love me?" You questioned, unsure if he really meant it or just said it at the moment.