#ginger x reader

[rachaeldafrog]

PLEASE !!! I need a Yandere Ginger !!! PLEASE !!

MY SOUL WILL BE YOURS !!! JUST TAKE IT !!!

They’re all for you~! So eat up~! I made them with all the love I could put into them… all the love I have for you~

[the-s1lly-corner]

Calling them pretty girl 3/3

Yall ever sit down for too long and get pain in your kidney areas yes or no VEE ALSO USES SHE/THEY PRONOUNS LETS GOOOOO I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT CHARACTERS I OTHERWISE WOULDNT LOOK TOO DEEP INTO

Characters: Shelly, vee, ginger, bobette

Notes: reader is gn, toon reader, can be read as pre or post game, mostly focuses on canon character, short post, written on mobile

CWs: none

SHELLY

see youve called her smart before, you love listening to her ramblings and quick facts about her interest in fossils an old species-- but pretty? of course you never made her feel not pretty but...

the wording of "pretty girl" makes her fall silent for a minute- it feels casual, and in some contexts it may even be less innocent... but youd never be cruel or demeaning to her

she definitely thinks hard on it but in the moment she thanks you for it

VEE

heh... of course shes pretty! youve got to look your best for a show..! dont let their tone fool you, vee's definitely saving your words somewhere in her head to listen to every now and then

she wont lie though... pretty girl sounds a little corny, and shes going to (lightly) tease you about it. oooo you not only think shes pretty but you think shes a girl ooooooo/lh

"youre not too bad looking yourself." and she kind of just walks away to do what needs to be done- you thought youd be able to fluster her before her show? HAH think again!

BOBETTE

so so so used to tending to others and uplifting them that your comment on her looks kind of takes her off guard for a second- before she bounces right back into her upbeat energy

pretty girl wouldnt be her first choice of what to be called but she takes what shes given! besides you put so much effort into the words...! and she'd be lying if she said it didnt still make her feel nice..!

happy little gingle noises... you... never could understand where the sounds came from- maybe theres bells somewhere on her..? actually now that you thought of it they kind of sound like theyre coming from her head...-

GINGER

well i'd say she'd hide behind her hair but... no... well she still can, she definitely does hide under her hair... and probably stumbles over something thanks to the sudden blindness

shes... shy.... among other things... sure youve helped lift some of those insecurities of hers, but theyre still... ever lingering... a part of her deep down almost wants to deny you

but you said it so earnestly that she just cant bring herself to do it- you really think shes pretty?

[wisteriaiswriting]

Trapped With Twisteds (Part 4)

Words: 488

Features: Bassie, Cocoa, Flyte, Eggson and Ginger (Didn't do Rudie because I wrote this at midnight and couldn't think of anything for him)

Her normal self is clingy enough, so when it comes to her twisted version she is not letting you out of her reach.

Due to her height it’s really hard to run off, especially if you don’t have a high speed level.

Even if you are a speedy toon, her flowers aren’t helping. Because she plants a lot more now that you’re stuck with her, so if you’re also a slower toon then you can barely move at all.

If you keep trying to leave she’ll start carrying you around in her arms, mainly her normal/uninfected arm.

This also means that you’re stuck on the easter floor, so she tries to make you some bouquets. Although they are pretty small and kinda sad, but she tries.

Any merch she finds she’ll hand to you, often throws or destroys other toon merch. Wants to be your favourite, can’t have any competition now, can she?

She is so quick, so unless you’re a distractor or have five star speed you are barely able to outrun her.

Although you can hide much easier, this doesn’t stop her from looking for you though. Much quicker and panicked.

If you keep running from her she’ll keep a paw on you, if she can’t be touching you then she’ll be right behind you wherever you go.

(I think all animal toons have some instincts of said animal) So she tries her best to make a burrow or nest, whatever she can make the quickest.

This overtime leads into her trying to make you stay in the burrow/nest, rushing around to find anything she can find and bring them back.

It’ll be very hard to run away from Flyte, as he barely pauses for anything. Leaving the time you could run very slim.

Tends to stay right next to you, whether it’s by flying or walking. If other toons show up he’ll start herding you away from wherever they are.

Another one who searches the floor for different items, sure he tends to grab whatever he can find, but he prefers to bring you food items.

He is pretty easy to run away from, so he takes his time when chasing you around. Normally waits until you tire yourself out from running around before catching you.

Tries to keep you in arms length, if not then the furthest you’re going is cane length. That's the furthest you can go before running off.

When toons come by the floor you’re trapped on, you can try run and get their attention. Eggson won’t let you, keeps you close so they can’t take you away.

This also means the toons are thrown off a little, because they can only see one twisted on the floor until they find him hiding you. But what's the chance of that happening, after all they just want to leave as well.

Her twisted is one of the clingiest twisteds around, but this also means that you’ll have very few chances of escape.

As her attention is one of the highest ones there is, hiding from her is hard enough, you have to be quick enough or good at hiding for a chance to be free.

When other toons show up on the floor Ginger doesn’t stay around you the whole time. Instead she tries to scare the others off the floor as quickly as possible before finding you and relaxing.

[eclipseberrycake]

Satisfied (Onesided! Ginger x Reader x Cosmo)

AN: If y'all know Hamilton, y'all know. Now I know, I have requests and the next part of MBC promised (which is almost done and I'm so excited to show you guys), but I was struck with a thought in my headache riddled brain which was scattered all sorts. And it's my Blog so. >:D sucks to be y'all. /lh Also sorry for being gone for son long, I re-dislocated by knee and that was no bueno </3

This is the MBC! Reader, but I don't really emphasis on Sprout and Astro in this, so I just put it as Cosmo.

Lil bit of a songfic, but it's mostly just inspired by it.

Warnings: One-sided/unreciprocated affections, Ginger gets sad. Maybe her mains shouldn't pmo next time.

☁ Being a holiday toon had both it's pros and cons.

☁ On one hand, she loves seeing all the children and their excited little faces as they scamper about, smiles brightened by the cheer of the season. There's always a semi-permanent smell of cinnamon and pine in the air, lingering and almost tangible on the tongue.

☁ She gets to spend her days baking and enjoying life with the other toons, talking to them about their holiday wishes and going on runs with them. Those were her favorite moments, by far, were seeing all the other toons in action, playing a part that was so well rehearsed to them it was practically muscle memory.

☁ And, she got to see you. You were a distractor, a damn good one at that, and she found herself drawing towards you more and more.

☁The first time she met you was pre-outbreak. Her and the other holiday toons were just created for Gardenview's first holiday season, and some of the other commons were tasked with getting them acquainted. While originally she suspected she would be paired with Cosmo, as she was his cousin, she was pleasantly surprised when you popped up.

☁ You gave her a cheerful little wave as your entire body seemed to bounce with joy, never staying still as you introduced yourself. You offered a hand for her to shake, she remembers, your hold firm and confident. She remembers thinking in that very moment how your iris' reflected the light like stained glass. You were still talking, she remembers, but not about what. Just the sound of your voice.

☁ You spoke with vigor. Bold and bright, intelligent about whatever you were going on about. She liked that. She wasn't very bold herself, admittedly, it was a family trait, so to see you so exuberant made her chest burn.

☁ You were almost like a phoenix. One of those fire birds the children would tell her about. They were in stories and were known for their bright flames. There were more to them, but she couldn't quite recall, all she knew was that, like a phoenix, you burned like a star, calling her attention as if she were a moth.

☁ You led her around the kitchen areas, where she was able to spot Cosmo, waving at him. While he did acknowledge her with a bright grin and tight hug, she knew his eyes were focused somewhere else.

☁ She tried not to think about it, but ultimately it was all she could focus on. You welcomed your own warm greeting with Cosmo, making his cheeks dust a rosy orange as he wrapped his arms around you, his tail wagging in a blur behind him as he nuzzled into your neck.

☁ He looked at you like you were not only a star, but the moon, sun and planets all in one. Like you were a sight far beyond his own comprehension that he was merely lucky enough to see.

☁ Like he was simply a man in love, seeing the very object of his adoration.

☁ The thought stung in her chest. Cosmo, oh sweet Cosmo, was such a lover at heart. She knew this. He would give and give until he couldn't any longer, then would try to give more. She knew, if she had made her adorations of you known, he would've backed off. He would've encouraged her to get to know you. He would've done everything in his power to help her shine bright enough to match you.

☁ But she couldn't do that to him. Not when he looked so smitten, so...in love.

☁ That would be cruel.

☁ Though she supposed it was as equally cruel to force herself to admire you from a distance, watch as your flame burned with you, yearning just to feel the heat. She just wanted to know what it was like to hold your hand and twirl away to Christmas songs like Tisha did. Or to feel your hands wrap around her waist to boost her to the higher branches like you did with Scraps. Or even just for you to sit beside her with a cup of hot chocolate and cookies like you did with Goob.

☁ She wanted all those things and more. She wanted to know what your early morning voice sounded like, still heavy with sleep as you fought off the pull of your exhaustion once more. She wanted to know what it was like to feel you crawl into bed and collapse under the covers, whining for cuddles because you've had such a long day. She wanted to wake up and see the rays of sun cross your face as you continue to snooze, unaware and unrushed by the events of the day.

☁ She wanted. It burned in her chest so tightly it hurt, brushing against her ribs and pulling every time she caught a glimpse of your smile. The sound of your laughter made her stomach churn, knowing it wasn't because of her. Even the way you walked had her captivated, from the way your feet hit the ground, turning as you adjusted to upkeep conversation, seamlessly moving like a dancer.

☁ Just once she wanted you to dance around her, smiling like she was the same sun in your sky that you were in hers. Laughing at her jokes and spilling compliments unto her, holding her hand and kissing her cheek.

☁ Just the thought of it makes her cheeks burn before she's shaking the thought away.

☁ The shake of her head knocks whatever flashback she was reminiscing about loose, and she's back in med-bay, shoulders hunched as she fiddles with her blanket.

☁ It was a hard night, she remembers, a constant switch between throwing up whatever she could and clutching at her aching head. Cosmo was there, supporting her wherever she could, but to her surprise, you were there too. You were constantly moving from the med-bay, to wherever, returning to pass Cosmo something before dashing off again.

☁ It's a soft comfort, knowing you're there, and you're okay. She feared what had happened to you during the outbreak, but was caught where she was and left with the consequences.

☁ Cosmo had told her that you were the one to rescue her, briefly explaining the entire situation. You had risked your own life to save her own, and her chest ached at the thought.

☁ To see you once more was a dream come true, but to know you had done that all for her was....exhilarating.

☁ Cosmo was mid-explanation of her injuries when you made a return for longer than a second, looking exhausted, but still upright. You perked up when you noticed her gaze on you, giving a happy little wave. "Ginger! Good to see you awake! I hope the nurse hasn't been giving you a hard time." You joke, circling around behind Cosmo even as he shoots you a look.

☁ "Bite me." The cake rolls huffs, making you snicker as you angle your head to flutter your lashes at him. "I already diiiid." You laugh even as he swats at you.

☁ Ginger giggles at your antics, loving the mischievous smirk on your features even if Cosmo looks less then impressed by your antics. You settle quickly, diverting your attention to her with a far softer smile on your features. "How are you feeling?"

☁ "Okay." She responds, already feeling that familiar flutter return to her chest. You nod at this, perching yourself at the end of her bed as one of your hands gently sets itself on her leg. The very action makes her nervous system shudder, cheeks turning a softs pink as she pulls her hair over her shoulder to play with it.

☁ "I'm glad." You breathe out and the very noise you makes as you lean back, running a hand over your forehead and down the back of your head. The relief makes your shoulders sag, the evident (In hindsight) ease in tension relaxing the muscles in your face. You look older like this, more experienced, even if your youth peaks through in hints she knows to look for.

☁ It's in the same shine of your eyes, even as they haze a bit, unfocused but sharp nonetheless. Trained to pinpoint the slightest bits of movement, yet eased enough now they only look at Cosmo. She can watch in real time as the color of your eyes fills itself with something new. It's hearty and bright, nearly making your eyes gleam like an angel's. She knows what it is, and what hurts more is that there's something else there. There's a comfort there that's unique to you and him. Something that's always been there, and she's either remained ignorant or blissfully unaware of how to notice it.

☁ She can see it all now though. Much more clearly than she ever has before.

☁ It's comfort in the love you've found with Cosmo. It's the nervous butterflies of crushes and fresh romance that have settled and instead evolved into a home of reliability and adoration. It's the swell of your heart at the very sound of his name and the sight of him in any capacity, easing off the immediate jittery reaction into a softer, welcoming one that she's sure eases you more than anything else. It's the evolution of shy touches and evading eyes once they've been caught looking into lingering glances with cheeky quips and hands finding purchase in places they've traced a thousand times.

☁ There's other places she can see how young you look, especially in this light. It's in the way your fur falls, untamed and wild, windblown from the running, jumping and dodging you've done as a distractor. It's in your hands that carry a mass of scars. but no wrinkles. That are rough and calloused, but not worn and rigid. It's in your posture that slumps with fatigue and the weight of your responsibilities, not years of experience.

☁ Swallowing, she allows herself the one bit of comfort as she reaches and grabs your hand. It's not warm like she imagined, rather cool and clammy. You must clench your fists when you run and it must've cooled your palm since then.

☁ She gently drags the pads of her fingers along the lines of your palm before gently clasping your hand in her two. "Thank you. For what you've done."

☁ You blink at this and the tension returns, making her inwardly frown. But all you do is smile, that same, gentle and understanding twitch of your lips even as you avoiding look at her. No, you're looking at Cosmo.

☁ "No one really thanks me." You start, looking down at your lap for a second before returning to look at Cosmo. His own eyes are filled with the same look yours are and one of his hands find itself on your thigh. His knuckles flex as he gives it a gentle squeeze, as if urging you to continue. "So, thank you. But I truly don't think I'm worthy of it." Your lips upturn into a mischievous little thing. "Not if Sprout has anything to say about it."

☁ Cosmo scoffs. "With the amount of stress you bring to his life, I don't blame him." Her cousin shakes his head. "But. Ginger's right. You do deserve to be thanked."

☁ You don't look like you believe them, but let the subject drop with a optimistic little huff. "Well, if distracting is what it takes to meet some of the best people in my life," You pause and Ginger's heart practically shatters as your eyes immediately turn to Cosmo. He's already watching you and look that feels too intimate for her to witness laces his features. "It would have been worth it."

☁ The remnants of her chest collect into a dusted fragment that holds some sort of semblance to what it was before only to absolutely shutter and collapse once more as you shake off and stand, clapping your hands. She misses the feel of your touch and the warmth you provided simply by being there. It's momentarily made worse by the fact that you turn so Cosmo is in your immediate vicinity first, rather than turn to her first, even if you end up facing them both.

☁ "I have to get going. Sprout caught me on my last little run to get supplies and made me promise to get something to eat or else he would, and I quote, 'drag my sorry ass to the kitchen'." You shrug at this, even if Ginger has to hide a giggle behind a hand. Cosmo waves you off with a roll of his eyes. "Sure, sure, blame it on the warden. Maybe your just sick of my company."

☁ You fake an affronted gasp, holding a hand to your chest even as your lips tilt into a smirk far too charming to mean you took any real offense. "Me? Tire of you? Puh-lease." You lean down, gently cupping Cosmo's cheek before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

☁ The simple action softens her cousin by a rather drastic degree, making his shoulders fall and his tail wag. She has to look away from the act for just a second, looking back before either of you can notice.

☁ You separate with a wave and promises of seeing Cosmo during bedtime, giving a final well wishes to Ginger before leaving. You were out of sight before long and Ginger swallowed the suddenly thick lump in her throat.

☁ Looking over, she watched Cosmo, who was looking at where you left with the same lovesick grin he used to wear pre-outbreak. It was just as dazed and awestruck as it was then, even if it's tampered by the familiarity of knowing you and your isms' and your little habits. She's sure Cosmo has become more than well-acquainted with you and who you are, your character and your person. She's sure he's even been witness to your very spirit and soul in the early cracks of down, bearing witness to your freshly awoken mind as you lace nothing but sweet nothings about and to him within the early air between you two.

☁ "You look happy." She says, despite herself. It seems to stun her cousin as he blinks before turning to her, all rosy cheeks and wagging tail as he holds the palm of his hand to his cheek, probably feeling the heat there.

☁ "I am." He breathes out. "They- All of them just..." He seemingly can't find the words, kicking his feet just a bit. "They make me want to be a better person. I just- I can't explain it."

☁ She could. She could explain all too well how she wants nothing more than to be the person you think of her as. To improve herself so that she may one day hold even a candle to the image you have of her and hopefully repay all the kindness you have ever shown. To be the person she wishes to be if only to ease your own burdens and the responsibilities you've placed on your own shoulders, just to see the beam of your smile once more.

☁ She wonders how things may have changed if she had been selfish, just once. How it could've been her, holding your hand and sharing a bed with you. How it could've been her that you look at like no one else is in the room. It could've been her that shares inside jokes and small little bouts of laughter with you. It should've been her.

☁ A flicker of a thought passes that it still could be her, but as she looks at Cosmo, it immediately wilts. She could never take that away from him, not even in a fantastical thought that blisters and pops the seconds its prodded.

☁ "You don't need too, it's written all over your face." She gently teases, and he rolls his eyes. He swats at her prodding hand, scoffing just a bit.

☁ "Oh stuff it." He scoffs, sliding off the bed. "I'm gonna go get you something to eat. You want a book or anything while I'm gone?" He looks back and she shakes her head.

☁ He takes this for what it is before leaving, shutting the door behind him and leaving her to her thoughts. Before she can stop them, they wander straight back to you, despite every effort she tries to make to remind herself that your not hers to think about. She buries her head in her knees and clenches her fist, if only to numb herself from the reminder of feeling your touch against her hand.

☁ On the other side of the door, Cosmo stares at the plain white of it before retracting his hand with a sigh. He'd recognized the look on Ginger's face, having seen it a few too many times on Goob's, and his chest aches at the thought of putting his own cousin through the heartbreak of rejection. Yet, he can't bring himself to mend this injury. Not at the expense of himself. He'd spent too much of himself on others too constantly. You were his one reprieve from a lifetime of consistent giving. He wasn't sure what else he could give.

☁ If there was one thing he would never dream of even thinking of giving up was his chance with you. He had worked too hard and given up too much of himself, his well-being, even his own sanity in the face of those twisteds. You and him and Sprout and Astro had worked too hard for far too long for anything to break that up.

☁ So while he wishes for his cousin to continue healing and her utmost happiness, he doesn't wish for it enough to give up you.

[zeki-cosmos]

ATTENTION

I have made a story that has been on my mind for a while. I really hope you like it!

[pukefactory]

Do you think you could do a Hc of reader calming down ginger when she's angry

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · BAKING SODA · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

ꪆৎ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring The Reader Calming Down Ginger When She’s Angry

ꪆৎ Character(s): Ginger the Cookie (Dandy’s World)

ꪆৎ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

ꪆৎ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

ꪆৎ Image Credits: @prospitpuppy

⋆𐙚 It doesn’t happen often, but when Ginger does get angry, it always comes out sideways. The bowl clinks just a little too hard onto the countertop. Her usually careful piping turns into a jagged mess. Her sprinkles are uneven. She won’t say anything. Not right away. Just mutters. “Mhm… guess no one cares about presentation anymore…” and “Maybe if I baked dynamite instead of cookies they’d finally notice me.” You recognise the signs early—Ginger’s version of screaming into a pillow is slamming the oven door with one hand and immediately apologising to it.

⋆𐙚 You don’t start with words. You watch. And you bring her a cold glass of milk—not to drink, but to hold. She always takes it in both hands, stares into it like it might blink back, and lets out this tiny breath. “…That’s… nice.” she mumbles. Not grateful. Not dismissive. Just quiet. But you’ve seen her grip loosen. You’ve seen her eyebrows relax.

⋆𐙚 When you do speak, you never say things like “Calm down.” That’d just make the frosting curdle. Instead, you gently compliment the one thing she still managed to do beautifully, even in her temper. “Your swirl pattern’s still perfect, Ginger. Look.” She’ll blink at it, scoff, and go “It’s not perfect, it’s just… symmetrical,” but her shoulders will start to drop.

⋆𐙚 You learn she gets angry when she feels invisible. Not ignored exactly, just not seen. Like her cookies are always considered “cute,” but never actually eaten. Like her voice is something you nod at politely but don’t remember. So, you repeat her own words back to her, from earlier in the week. “You said nutmeg gives the illusion of depth. I tried it, you were right.” Her lip twitches into a smile. She wasn’t expecting that. But she’ll pretend she was.

⋆𐙚 Sometimes she rants. Softly. Like she’s apologising for ranting while ranting. “And Bobette said the cookies were ‘charming’ again, but like… isn’t that just a way to say ‘not good’? And I know Cosmo’s busy but he always forgets my frosting tips! Every year!” You don’t interrupt. You just sit at the counter and nod, every so often muttering things like “Yeah, that’s unfair,” and “You should be listened to better.” Ginger’s tone starts out sharp but melts by the end. Almost embarrassed by her own venom.

⋆𐙚 She always feels guilty afterwards. Not because of you, but because she let herself get angry in the first place. You know this. That’s why you’re always ready with something gentle—a new piping bag already filled, her favourite sprinkle set (the cinnamon stars), or just a “Hey, wanna decorate a ruined batch with me?” Even if they’re burnt, she’ll hum quietly and start again, hands steadier this time.

⋆𐙚 You once left her a note on one of her icing bags: “Even cookies crumble under pressure. That doesn’t mean they aren’t still sweet.” She never mentioned it. But the next day, there was a tiny sugar cookie on your table shaped like a heart, with an edible ink smile drawn where the bite was missing.

⋆𐙚 When it’s really bad, like when she’s been bottling things up for weeks, she isolates herself. Shuts herself in her icing pantry under the pretense of “fixing the temperature.” You knock, gently, and ask her the magic phrase: “Do you want me to sit in there with you, or should I stay out here and sing off-key until you laugh?” She always lets you in. Eventually.

⋆𐙚 Ginger doesn’t like crying. Not in front of people. Not even you. So when her voice goes wobbly mid-sentence, you pretend not to notice. You reach out and gently adjust the smudge in her icing makeup with a clean cloth. “There. All frosted back to fabulousness.” It’s enough to make her quietly chuckle through the haze, wiping her face with her striped sleeve. “Thanks. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to get all sticky about it.”

⋆𐙚 She doesn’t say thank you right away. She’ll finish her baking, clean the counter, go watch a Vee rerun in the breakroom and only hours later will she mumble: “I’m glad you’re around when the oven gets too hot, you know… Not everyone sticks around when the cookies burn.” You glance over. She’s not looking at you. She’s pretending to watch the screen. But you know that’s her way of saying she needed you. And you never, ever make her say it twice.

[starzyhoes]

Ginger Headcanons! (Movie: Ginger Snaps Part 1)

TW: Has mention of attacks, small yandere/obsession, and mention of mating

Post Werewolf/Hellhound:

•Ginger probably only interacts with you at school during PE or Lunch if she feels like it

•Even if ya’ll confessed to each other y’all rarely hang out after school, due to her being ‘busy’ with projects and being with Brigitte

•When the Monster attacks start happening and if your scared she’ll tell you to suck it up or get over it (when she doesn’t really believe it 💀)

•You and her smoke with each-other sometimes without saying a word to one another during y’all’s free time

•If you are interested in her projects or have the same projects that are around the stuff she does then she might help you or let you join

•Ginger doesn’t really want you near Brigitte due to her protectiveness towards her, she might let you say hi or wave but that’s about it

•Once Ginger and Bridgette go out to get stuff for the ‘prank’ of Trina’s dog she might let you tag along if you have the guts to

•When Ginger gets attacked by the Hellhound and dragged into the woods your most likely the first to go after her due to Brigitte’s shy nature

After Werewolf/Hellhound attack:

•Ginger will feel a massive nerve to be more protective towards you and be more near you

•Ginger tries not to let you see the fact that she’s turning and/or her scratch from the attack

•Ginger tries to get more chances to see you at school and is more affectionate

•Brigitte tried to keep you away from her and if you re-fuse then Ginger might see that as a massive win for herself

•Ginger is way more touchy towards you when she starts being more open in school towards people (boys included so I hope you don’t get jealous easily)

•When you discover/find out she’s transforming/slowly changing you try to stay away from her a more and she will probably get mad at that fact

•If you decide to go against Ginger with Brigitte and try to get rid of the effects she will feel partly betrayed and have a small side of the need to keep you with her at all times (including her house which is highly surprising)

•If you find out she mated with someone else then you most likely couldn’t give a shit due to that being her goal/nature or feel in her situation

•When you, Brigitte and Sam try to get Ginger to take the antidote for her condition she will most likely go towards you first if you try to swoon her by acting sweet/needy

•If Ginger ends up infection you/scratching you when she fully transforms she will most likely not feel bad and feel successful if she is partly still in control

•Overall y’all’s relationship is very questionable and ‘different’ 🫶

[charlotteking27]

Red Hair, Fast Cars

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: You are a redhead with curly hair dating Max Verstappen, but after the Netherlands GP, you are spotted at the redhead festival, and the fans go crazy.

Warning: none

Requested: yes, anonymous

The roar of engines at Zandvoort still echoed in your ears as you drove through the Dutch countryside. Your curly red hair caught the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the car window.

Max had won his home Grand Prix again, and the celebration had been amazing. Now you were ready for something completely different.

"Are you sure about this?" Max asked that morning, gently twisting one of your copper curls around his finger. "You know the cameras will be everywhere after yesterday's race."

You just smiled and kissed him goodbye. "It's been three years since I attended a proper redhead festival. I'm not missing Roodharigendag for anything—not even for the world champion."

Walking through the gates of Tilburg's Stadspark, you felt like you had entered another world. Hundreds of people with every shade of red hair imaginable filled the park—from strawberry blonde to deep auburn, straight hair to curls wilder than your own. For the first time in months, you didn’t stand out. You were just another redhead in a sea of beautiful, fiery locks.

You had been careful—sunglasses, a simple sundress, and your hair pulled back into a bun with curls escaping everywhere. But apparently, you weren’t careful enough.

"Oh my God, is that Max Verstappen's girlfriend?"

The whisper carried on the wind, and you felt that familiar flutter of recognition ripple through the crowd around you. You had been photographed enough times in the paddock that dedicated fans knew your face, especially with your distinctive hair.

"It is! She's here! At the redhead festival!"

Within minutes, your quiet afternoon celebrating natural red hair had turned into something else entirely. Phones appeared everywhere, and suddenly, you were at the center of attention among a crowd that was made up of redhead festival attendees and Formula 1 fans who had somehow appeared out of nowhere.

"Can we get a picture?" "Are you here with Max?" "Your hair is gorgeous!" "Is Max coming?"

The questions came from all directions, but what struck you most was how different this felt from the usual racing crowd attention.

Here, surrounded by a sea of redheads, many comments were about your natural curls, representation, and how cool it was to see someone like you dating a world champion.

"I love that you never straighten it for the cameras," said a teenage girl with bright red ringlets similar to yours. "My mum always says I should, but seeing you... I don’t want to anymore."

Your heart swelled as the young girl took inspiration from you. You hoped to help more redheads—those who needed someone to talk to or look up to—feel confident in themselves. You wanted to be the person you wished had been there for you when you were growing up.

You found yourself relaxing despite the growing crowd. These weren't just racing fans—they were your people, in a way. People who understood what it was like to have hair that couldn't be ignored, who probably faced the same comments and questions throughout their lives.

"Excuse me, everyone!" A familiar Dutch accent cut through the chatter, and the crowd parted as Max appeared, still wearing his Red Bull polo from earlier sponsor obligations. "I heard my favorite redhead was causing trouble without me."

The crowd erupted. Here was the Dutch racing hero at their local redhead festival, grinning as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I thought you had meetings all afternoon," you whispered.

"Cancelled them," he murmured back, loud enough for nearby phones to catch. "Couldn’t let you have all the fun with your fellow redheads without me."

What followed was magical chaos. Max happily posed for pictures, signed autographs, and listened with genuine interest as festival organizers explained the history of redhead celebrations.

What made your heart swell were the moments watching him with the kids, especially the young redheads who seemed starstruck that someone who looked like them was dating their racing hero.

A young boy, no more than thirteen, shyly approached Max, holding a notebook and pen in one hand. Max greeted him with a smile. "Your hair is so cool," Max told the boy with bright orange curls. "Just like hers. You should never let anyone tell you to change it, okay?"

By the time you escaped the crowd, the sun was setting, and social media was buzzing. #RedheadFestival was trending, filled with pictures of you and Max surrounded by hundreds of redheads, your curly hair finally free from its bun and wild in the evening breeze.

"Well," Max said as you walked back to the car, his fingers intertwined with yours, "I think we just started something."

Your phone was buzzing nonstop with notifications. Twitter was going crazy:

@F1RedQueen: "STOP EVERYTHING. Max's girlfriend is at the REDHEAD FESTIVAL, and I'm crying; she's literally found her people."

@CurlyHairDontCare: "The way she's never hidden her natural curls and now she's celebrating at the redhead festival... WE LOVE A CONFIDENT QUEEN."

@DutchGPFan: "From Zandvoort to redhead festival in 24 hours, this girl really said 'watch me live my best life' and I RESPECT IT."

@GingerPride2025: "Seeing Max Verstappen's gf at Redhead Festival is the representation we needed. Natural curls in F1! RED HAIR SUPREMACY!"

Your best friend texted: "Girl, Twitter is going crazy. There's already fan art of you as the 'Redhead Racing Queen', and three different people have started Instagram accounts dedicated to your curls. Also, redhead festival attendance just tripled for next year."

You showed Max the message, and he laughed, the sound mixing with the distant music still playing in the park behind you.

"Think you can handle being the unofficial spokesperson for redheads in motorsport?" he asked, playfully tugging on one of your curls.

You grinned, standing on your toes to kiss him as someone in the distance shouted, "There they are!" A fresh wave of camera flashes began.

"I think I can manage," you said. "After all, someone has to represent the curly redheads in the paddock."

"Good," Max replied, pulling you closer as fans started approaching again, "because I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

As the crowd surrounded you both once more, filled with racing fans and redhead festival attendees alike, you couldn't help but smile even brighter. Looking around at all these young redheads taking selfies with newfound confidence, you realized you could finally turn the insecurity you had felt growing up into the representation they deserved.

Watching Max sign autographs while complimenting everyone's hair, you thought it might just be the best beginning you could have asked for.

[im-trying-my-best-yall]

George Weasley likes sweet girls who are kinda mean to him and i dont make the rules

[duckduckgoosebutitsinatrench]

As much as i love all the other Yuu ships like Malleyuu, Silyuu, Jadeyuu, floydyuu, Jamiyuu, etc. NOTHING and i mean NOTHING is funnier than Ace mother fucking Trapollo Just Some Guying his way into Yuus bed

[rachaeldafrog]

Just come back! Don’t you remember all the things we did together?…. You’re really going to throw them all away because I look like this?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Seven Minutes In Gardenview (Opener)

As promised here is the opener for the 7MIH x DW series-- not sure how fast these will update since I'm working on flufftober and stuff but we'll make It work! Of course not all toons will be available options due to there being so many- I've already got a list of who to include. Maybe I'll make endings for those excluded one day. No promises. Also due to how many options there are polls are gonna be... weird until enough endings are written- max voting option stuff.. hmm what else.. oh yeah these are fully sfw and some may not even end with the reader and a toon getting together romantically. Depends on what I end up cooking

Notes: gn toon reader, short opener, vote at the end to determine the next endings winner, takes place during the holidays so Christmas toons are here, possible ooc, partly after visiting hours to celebrate the holidays , pre game, theres some build up before the party starts really its just a fun part for me to feel everything out first woo Word count: 2.6k

CWs: none

The day had been more than a little chaotic, but the promise of having a moment after visiting hours at least gave you something to look forward too… as well as catching whispers of the other toons hosting a little get together to do one last big celebration before the Christmas toons needed to be put back… wherever they went when it was time for them to part. You got confirmation when Dandy himself alerted you that everyone was meeting on the main floor after closing and when the staff had left for the afternoon. Of course, excluding the human security prowling around but even then they posed little threat to the privacy and personal activities of the toons.

A promise of fun and games made an evening filled with excited children and parents waiting impatiently to get a turn to take a picture a little more bearable. 

Helping Sprout and Cosmo make treats- most for visitors… some for the night ahead. Cookies and other assorted baked goods to feast on. 

“Yatta’s gonna bring candy, we know that much… I think Poppy mentioned bringing some soda,” Sprout mumbled softly to himself in thought as he looked through what the kitchen had to offer.

“Maybe we should make something to balance out the sugar?” You offered as you set out bowls and other cooking utensils on the counter. The strawberry paused for a moment… before smiling. His hand lightly pats against your upper back. “Something sour would do the trick!” 

And so you added some acidity to treats that called for it. Of course, some were left unaltered. One could only hope that the sugar wasn’t too much for everyone else. You nod to Ginger as she enters the kitchen. Between the four of you the treats were all finished quickly… though…

You could only offer a sheepish smile and apologize quietly as Tisha stepped in and nearly passed out from the sight of the kitchen’s state. 

“Sorry Tish-” You rub the back of your neck. Her eyes darted across the mess. Dirtied bowls, smears of batter, there was flour everywhere… the black mats on the floor were shifted to a dusty white. Streaks ran all over the surface only occasionally broken by footprints. 

“It’s…” She started. You could see the gears working in her head as she tried to pick apart what to tackle first. 

Ginger spoke up. 

“I can help, and so can Cosmo,” The cookie glanced at her cousin. The roll cake nodded- he was already gathering the dishes he had ruined to rinse them off in the nearby sink. Tisha seemed to visibly untense just a tad. “Oh, thank you both,” 

With now five toons in the kitchen it became cramped, so you bid yourself goodbye- each toon inside returning your announcement of departure with varying levels of awareness. 

You hardly made it to the elevator before you bumped into Brightney as she checked through a long list in her hands.

“Scraps and Goob are handling decorations… Yatta is putting them up as well as providing candy… Teagan is responsible for drinks… and Sprout…” She tapped the tip of her pen to the paper as she continued to walk- totally engrossed into the paper. You clear your throat lightly and catch her attention before she could walk into a wall. 

“Oh-! It's you!” The lamp gave you a smile. You return it as you steal a glance of her list. 

“Sprout and Cosmo finished baking up some treats,” 

Brightney gives another soft “oh!” before checking off the item. “You’re not pushing yourself too hard trying to make sure everyone’s on track?” 

“I’m giving a hand where I can! It’s been so long since all us toons got to get together afterall!” Brightney’s eyes darted to the elevator. “Are you going down?” 

Were you going down…? 

You glance at her list once more. You could pay the craft siblings a visit to see if they needed any help with getting things together- or with visitors. 

“Yeah, sure,” You smiled. 

And the two of you step into the elevator. As you reach your hand to the buttons a loud shrieking voice makes you stop in your tracks. 

From the end of the hallway Yatta is sprinting forward towards the elevator with her hands absolutely filled to the brim with all sorts of candies. Wrapped ones, boxed ones, you saw a few you didn’t even know were carried in Gardenview. You allow your hand to remain in the air to let the pinata close the distance… she slid into the elevator- some candies slipping from her arms with clacks of varying pitches and volumes. “AAAAAAAAH-” Yatta… the noise you could only describe as scrumpt… before trying to shuffle the candies back into her arms. It was… actually kind of pathetic seeing her awkwardly try to pick the wrapped candies with her teeth- leaned over close to the floor. 

“Oh my…” Brightney whispered softly.

“Here-” You step forward- but not before pressing the button you had wanted- and scooped the scattered candies up in your hands. “Good thing only the wrapped ones fell huh?” 

“I’D STILL eat them if they weren’t!” Yatta insisted as she tightened her grip on the collection. You force your face to remain straight. 

“I assume that’s not all the candy you’re going to be bringing to the party?” Brightney asked. Yatta rapidly shook her head. It seemed she had just taken a hit from her sugar stash. “This is only the third batch!” 

Third…

You glance at Brightney who… did her best to look supportive. 

“The parties on the ground floor, right? Near the entrance? That’s what Dandy told me before he had to go do… whatever activities they have him doing today-” 

Brightney snaps out of it and looks at you. “Oh! Yeah- yes you’re correct! The others agreed that it would be the most convenient… lot’s of free space to set everything up and to play games,” The lamp looked down at her list once more. “In fact… I don’t recall any talk of what games will be played tonight… all I recall is that Dandy had told us to bring out trinkets… “just in case” as he had put it,” Her mouth tightens slightly. “I’m sure he’s got a plan! If not there’s plenty of games we can play without props,”

The paper is rolled up and tucked away somewhere. The elevator door opens.

“I’ll go check on the crafts to see how they’re doing,” You muttered out loud. Brightney glanced at you as her hands patted the space where she put her list and pen.

“Are you sure? I was already planning on checking in on them myself,”

You gently wave her off. “Knowing you, you’ve been on your feet all day trying to keep things rolling smoothly- you deserve an extra set of eyes n hands- it's no sweat off my back!”

The elevator door opens. 

“It’s only about an hour… maybe two… until everything closes down, it really isn’t that big of a deal,” You added. 

Over Brightney’s shoulder Yatta was eyeing the candy in her arms… she seemed to be struggling to pay attention to the conversion between you and the lamp. Not that it was that big of a deal. 

“Well… if you insist,” Brightney offered you a tired smile… and for a moment you caught the exhaustion in her eyes before she perked right back up. “I’ll go back up and see if Teagan needs any help,” 

As eager to help as ever.

…and Teagan was probably on a higher floor judging by the fact that Brightney did not leave the elevator with you. 

“SEE YA BUD!” Yatta called out- she crouched down to rapidly wave at you as the floor closed. Brightney began to say something to her but her voice was cut off by the door. You stand there quietly for a moment before simply choosing to go on to the tables the craft siblings usually situated themselves at…

This floor was one of the rainbow rooms- and the walls were covered in various crafts and drawings made by the children. There were even some scribbles of you… the sight warmed your heart as you drew closer to the sounds of overjoyed children. 

Scraps sat in a short blue plastic chair carefully cutting out some streamers… at least as best as she could with her claws. It seemed that at the moment Goob had taken it upon himself to entertain the children while his sister worked on party preparations… a few of the calmer children had sat around her table and helped her out- whether they knew they were for a party or not they looked to be having fun. 

“Hey,” You lazily- and somewhat awkwardly- raise your hand in a half wave. Scraps’ eyes dart up to you for a brief moment before snapping back to her paper. “Oh! Didn’t know you were gonna come down here-” Her hands tensed around the dull pair of scissors in her hands. Her claws gently scraped against the plastic handles. 

You give a shrug that she didn’t see. “I don’t have many visitors today so I’m kind of going around seeing if anyone needs a hand in getting things ready for tonight- speaking of,” You glance to the small pile of paper decorations set to the side. 

“Need a hand?”

“Please,” 

And so you settled yourself in the last free chair at the table. One last glance is given to Goob as he plays some sort of tag game with the kids. He was… covered in glitter and paper scraps… pipe cleaners and stickers. A part of you was glad you weren’t often assigned to arts and crafts. 

“And I can help bring them up to the main floor after closing- maybe help put them up,” You grab a spare pair of scissors and begin copying whatever designs Scraps was attempting to do. “I think Brightney mentioned Yatta’s going to be doing that?”

“Flutter offered to help- since she can reach the higher stuff,” Scraps tensed her eyebrows a bit before relaxing. “There!” She said to herself before setting the section of steamer away to the rest of the pile. 

And the two of you finished making decorations. Children came and went… though as the time passed they progressively lessened in numbers until the intercom clicked to life above to alert the visitors that Gardenview was closing for the day. You… never much liked the voice of whoever did the announcements. They sounded fake. Too sweet, like how Dandy sometimes spoke in his episodes. Like he was talking to a bunch of idiots who couldn’t think for themselves.

…

You force the comparison to the back of your mind- feeling it was too mean of a thought. 

Actually decorating and setting everything up was fairly uneventful. Some toons did butt heads about where everything should go…

Ultimately the snacks were set in the hall leading to the main lobby. Out of the way but close enough to not be an inconvenience to walk. It also seemed like it was going to be a slumber party judging by the bedding Astro had provided- you caught him and Shelly stacking them neatly to one of the walls. The latter had already changed into her comfortable onesie. A table was set nearby with various games… board games and card games. Vee had added some trivia games to the pile.

Brightney was skittering around the room making sure everything was all coming together… she only stopped when Dandy approached her and said something you couldn’t catch. He did give her a pat on the shoulder and thumbs up, though. 

Razzle and Dazzle had moved the projector from their room down to the main floor and were setting it up to throw whatever picture they wanted to the middle elevator… it temporarily glitched for a few seconds- before Connie revealed herself. Razzle seemed to be far more scared than his brother at the prank. 

“That’s everything I think!” You overheard Shelly as she glanced over the large space. It looked… nice. It was cozy inside- the Christmas lights strung up glowed against the paper decor you and Scraps had made with the children. 

“It looks so nice! Like a big warm hug and a nice cozy sweater!” Bobette stepped to her side and marveled. The main lights had dimmed- further pushing the cascade of colors from the string lights. 

“I’ll say,” Sprout muttered with a grin as he finally tugged his apron off and half haphazardly folded it and set it to the side… it wasn’t unlike him to forget to take it off. 

One by one the last toons that hadn’t yet arrived made it to the gathering. Rudie dashed right in with Ginger… not quite right on his tail. “I wanted to add some last minute decorations to the cookies-” She said softly as she placed her cookies on the table with the rest of the treats. 

Shrimpo stomped in… the fact he had even decided to show up was a shock actually especially as he complained loudly about how stupid he thought this was. Rodger took the role of reason in asking why he had decided to appear… which earned him a nasty string of insults. 

You catch him telling Toodles not to repeat what the crustacean had said. 

Finally you bring yourself to the main group of everyone congregated. You catch a glimpse of Toodles running off to go play with Pebble and Coal who were both a bit aways from the group doing… whatever it was rocks do. 

By the looks of things Dandy was already starting a game- holding a large sack. A big red one, the kind you see Santa lugging around in movies. 

“The first night of the game is a little different everyone!” The flower grinned as he took charge. He opened the bag and shifted towards Sprout.

“And the game is…?” The berry looked inside the bag skeptically. By the looks of it it seemed empty. 

“We usually play tag or hide n seek- but this time around I figured… hey! Why don’t we play something a little more adventurous!” Dandy grinned. “Put your trinkets in the bag, we're playing seven minutes in heaven- of course, only if you wanna play!” His eye darted to look at you out of the corner. Several toons already muttered their passes and detached from the group to do their own thing until the current game was over with. 

“Really? Seven minutes? Dandy we’re not-” Vee started before Rudie cut her off. Her antennae twitched irritably before going still once more.

“Where are the players gonna go?”

Dandy’s grin widened as Sprout slipped his trinket into the bag. “Why, we can use the gift shop! It’s far enough away to give the lovebirds some privacy- Vee you’ve got a built in clock riiiiiiiight?” He fluttered his eyes at her. Vee seemed to fight the urge to roll her eyes. 

“Of course I do,” She crossed her arms… she hesitated before adding her trinket to the bag.

One by one the participating toons slipped their trinkets in- you included. Dandy was the last to add his… and once the bag was filled he shifted it around to move the trinkets around inside… the clicking and rustling inside muffled thanks to the thick and soft material of the sack. 

“Now…” Dandy stuck a finger out… and then.

“Eeny meeny-”

“Are you being serious?” Connie scoffed as she stared at the toon. She looked both.. Amused and a little shocked that the person who suggested the game wasn’t going first.

Dandy ignored her.

“You!” His finger landed on you. “Unless you’re too chicken to go first,” He added with a light hearted tease. The sack is pushed close to you and he shimmies it around slightly. 

“I ain’t chicken,” You huffed.

Everyone’s eyes glue themselves onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

[wisteriaiswriting]

Midnight Baking

Words: 251

Request: May I ask for ginger and a male reader making something together to eat late at night

It was nearly midnight, the clock told you that. Unluckily it didn’t stop the hunger in your stomach, growling louder as you tried to sleep again, trying to ignore it. So after an hour of waiting you finally got up, quickly as possible you made your way towards the kitchen, unaware of your girlfriend now reaching for you, only to feel the warm fabric.

When you turned on the light it luckily didn’t wake anyone, no one’s room as close enough for it to wake them. But now you couldn’t be too loud, as you knew at least one toon was still awake for whatever reason. After rummaging through the pantry, fridge and cabinets you figure there wasn’t much, deciding to bake some cookies.

As you started gathering your needed materials you missed the sound of footsteps behind you. Almost dropping everything at the touch of a hand tapping your shoulder and the soft, sleep-filled voice of Ginger, “Y/N, why are you awake?” Spinning to look at her, “Ginger? I could ask you the same thing.”

Placing your ingredients as she moves to preheat the oven for you, “I couldn’t sleep when I noticed you weren’t in bed, hungry?” Grabbing the needed bowls and cooking utensils. “I was hungry and couldn’t get back to sleep, but there was nothing good so I was— we are making cookies.”

She quietly laughed, “I understand, we just have to leave some for Cosmo otherwise he’ll be after me.” Nodding, “Yeah, what flavour then?”

[rororonyan]

Yandere korean tiger x ghost darling

"Hm? Running off again? Haah, there's really no manners on you are there.."

Apparently, "A changgwi is a type of ghost in Korean folklore that was killed by a tiger and cannot pass onto the afterlife, forced to serve the tigers for eternity as slaves unless they succeed in luring in a new human victim to take their place instead. (Tigers were often viewed as divine creatures, and were frequently regarded as lords/guardians/gods of their mountains.)"

Okay, well, maybe the tiger killed them on purpose and purposefully keeps them away from travelers because they want to be with their favorite human forever and ever

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative 

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"