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[reclaiming-entropy]

Gif tests for a dms skin I'm working on ft. one frame of slup

[callofdudes]

Hiya! How are you doing? Hope you doing okay. Btw, if you have time, can I request TF141 with Fem! Reader who is emotionless. The men’s went to visit Y/n place for her birthday but they heard loud bark in her house. When Y/n open the door the men’s are pin down by a lot of puppies. They though she has scary dog only to meet cute puppies. Imagine when the men’s see Y/n cuddle/hanging out with her puppies and she her smile a bit during her birthday they be like ‘Dammit! So cute!’ And almost faint seeing the light above of her like an angel.

Thank you for being so patient anon, I'm trying to get these done, ahh!

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost is pretty used to how you act on base, and while he doesn't exactly trust the whole emotionless thing (that's his thing, back off his permanent emo phase) he does give you space and respect you.

So much so when you invited him to come over after a long mission needing a break from life, he just decided to except. To hell with it, at least he knew you wouldn't bother him.

And plus, it was your birthday in a couple days so what was the real harm in saying no??

So he shows up with his bags a couple days later, not expecting anything special until he rang the doorbell.

Now.

Simon.

Loves.

Dogs.

There are few things he loves more in this world than tea, arson, and dogs. So when he hears a bunch of barking he rightfully assumes you have a dog, unless you just have that playing to scars people, which he wouldn't put it past you.

You come to the door, struggling to open it before he's bombarded at the glass screen, seeing a bunch of tiny puppies jumping and wagging their little tails in excitement to meet a new person.

And Simon nearly dies of how utterly fucking cute that is. You open the door and their jumping at his legs, yipping as he comes in and puts down his bag, on their little legs rushing to sniff the new item in the home.

"Sorry about them." You apologize.

Simon shrugs, melting. "That's alright."

The puppies are pretty adorable, one of them even wants to sleep on his bed with him. And Simon gets used to them, pulling them into his lap and stroking them, cradling them, occasionally following you when you take them for walks.

But when you're both sitting in the living room, Simon scrolling through his phone and you on the TV. He can't help looking over and seeing two of them curled up on your lap and passed out. The others all snuggled close as you barely cling on to the TV remote.

He stares, lip turning up slightly under his mask, seeing how cute the scene was. It was pretty damn adorable.

And he's going to miss those puppies when he goes home. But now he has a nes perspective on you as well. He knows you're gentle.

You pretend not to have emotions, and in your line of work he understood, but he saw the gentle side of you. The nurturer, even if it was too a bunch of cute puppies.

Also.

Let him see your puppies again.

Please.

He's begging you.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Now, Johnny probably would have declined your offer to stay at your house if he knew you had dogs. Johnny hates dogs, and is not afraid to kick one on the spot.

But you wanted to throw a party for your birthday and he couldn't just.. decline to go to your birthday. That was horrible, he was invited, he had to go!

He doesn't want to be cruel to dogs or go out of his way, but they scare him. And he doesn't like being near them.

He grabbed his bag and knocked on your door, immediately tensing when he heard the sound of yips coming toward the door.

Please don't let it be a big dog, please don't let it be a big dog.

You rushed to the door, struggling to open it and Johnny was suddenly swarmed by tiny puppers.

He tensed a little and you apologized, herding them back inside and letting Johnny in. Luckily they were distracted by the scent on his bag long enough he could make it to the living room.

"Sorry about that, should have told you."

"Oh ah, no no that's alright..."

He chuckles softly as the puppies get excited from the new guest, some scrambling to hop into his lap when he sits down and you have to gently remove them from him so he can get settled.

You smile softly as you pull them off and gently, lovingly scold them on crawling all over him. He can't help a little smile when you pick one up, drawing the rest to follow you to the couch.

You flop down, tossing Johnny the remote as the puppies crawl up to you, yipping and snuggling up.

Johnny puts on some YouTube video for experimental slow motion capture explosions for a bit.

Eventually looking over to see if you're even interested, only to see you passed out on the couch with the puppies all curled up.

He watched, smiling softly seeing you so relaxed. You were gentle and kind and now you were soft, all curled up like the world was calm. He grabbed the throw blanket and gently laid it over you, turning off the TV.

One of the pups squirmed out from under your arm, yipping as he moved to the stairs. Johnny shushed the pup softly so you could continue to sleep and he headed down to his room.

You were pretty cute like that, all curled up with a bunch of puppies.

Just... It might not be as cute when they get bigger.

But for now, absolutely adorable.

And now he thinks he might try to get you to open up a little more. Because clearly you aren't simply what you want to be seen as. And he wants to know you. That gentleness he saw that day with your puppies.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Kyle doesn't feel any which way about either animal. He's slightly more of a cat person but would say he likes cats and dogs equally.

He didn't really have any particular thoughts about you either. You were on the team, you got the job done, and that was good. You were quiet, like Ghost, and that was something he could appreciate.

He might have declined the offer to stay over, but it was you'd birthday and you had offered. And what's a week in someone else's home he didn't have to worry about rent and resources? (Gaz math)

So he found himself at your doorstep with really not much idea of what to expect. He didn't think much of it when he rang the doorbell and heard a bunch of yips and little barks.

You must have dogs. Or puppies from the sounds of it.

And he was right, looking down as you opened the door, seeing puppies skittering around and wiggling excitedly. You opened the door, nodding to Kyle, who nodded back.

"Sorry about them, off." You commanded, helping Kyle to put his bag down on the kitchen chair. He watched the puppies dance around between and around his feet.

"That's a lot of puppies." He put his hands in his pockets.

"And I love them all." You smiled softly, cooing them over to the couch. Kyle watched all of them waddle over, yipping and scrambling to get up into the couch.

You curled up in a blanket with them all, one of them staying back to sniff Kyle's pantleg and nibble on it a little.

Kyle watched the little puppy, bending down to pick him up and felt his soft coat. He was very cute puppy, very light too.

"They are beautiful... What breed??" He looked up, noticing your eyes were closed. The light from your blinds casting on you in just a way he could tell it had been a long day.

He smiles softly, thinking how cute it was paired with your earlier words.

He attempted to put the one puppy down but it scrambled back, following him as he took your advice and also went to pass out for a nap.

Eventually waking up with that same pup curled up with him. He went upstairs to see you still sleeping, and he couldn't help thinking it cute s second time.

You were soft, gentle with the small animals. So comfortable with them. He couldn't stop s small smile. So this was the real y/n... He'd like to see more of you.

And he thinks your puppies are adorable.

John Price

Price is like Kyle in that he doesn't really prefer one species over the other, he vibes with both. Though he's leaning more dog person.

You on the other hand, your skill alone is what got you on the team. Price wishes you would be less 'emotionless' and try to open up even a smidge to the others. Even a little bit of teamwork can lead to a lot of success and smoothness.

But oh hell he picked you all...

That's what he couldn't help thinking as he drove down to your house for your birthday. It was mid leave and Price was headed over to celebrate the day with you and make sure you wouldn't be alone.

Showing up at your door, he didn't his little dad shoulder roll and knocked. When he got no response he rang the doorbell, immediately hearing loud barking and yipping.

His eyebrows raised slightly. He didn't take you for a dog person. Unless he's at the wrong house, in that case, fuck him.

But he's reassured it's you when you open the door, giving him a half a smile for effort. "Captain, sorry, I was trying to put them away."

Price chuckles when the small puppies jump up at his legs and run around him, smelling all the new smells on him.

"That's quite alright."

You open the door further and let him inside. Price steps in, the small puppies yipping and jumping. You try to gently scold them off but Price doesn't react, letting them do their thing.

"Sorry, I can make you tea, we can sit down??"

Price nodded. "That sounds lovely actually, thank you."

You nod, grabbing out two cups and getting the kettle ready.

You two pass time talking until you get to the couch, Price crossing a leg over, one of the pups hopping up into his lap, yipping at him and snuggling up to his stomach.

Price can't help chuckling again as you talk. The rest of the puppies curl up with you, you'd arms wrapping around them all, trying to squeeze your love gently into their tiny bodies.

The quietness somehow seeping in along the way until Price looks up from petting the small puppy to see you nodding off against the arm rest.

The sun through the window hits you nicely and Price sighs softly. Seeing how tired you looked, how gentle you were.

Price always knew it, he knew the soft soul under those faces. And now he saw it, seeing how utterly adorable you were curled up with your puppies.

He walks over, setting down the pup from his lap against you, having a feeling he'd feel better there.

He pulls the throw blanket over you, rubbing your arm gently. Guess he's making dinner to give back for making him tea.

He looked back into the living room, seeing you still passed out. Maybe, with some more work he can get you to open to him. He liked seeing you so cuddly up.

You were so gosh darn adorable, almost as adorable as the puppies themselves.

(sorry it's short, it's late and I wanted to at least get something out, blep.)

[thepersonnamedsam]

Hiii!:)

I was hoping I could request a song prompt for Charles with home by Edith Whiskers if possible?

Take all the time you need btw no rush!

Thank you :)

my home - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: #5 from the songs prompt list with cl16

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of sex, but nothing further

note: thank you for requesting

masterlist / prompt list / taglist

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma' and Pa' Not the way that I do love you

He was looking at you from afar, marveling about your beauty. You were truly out of his league. He doesn’t really remember how he first talked to you, but what he remembers is, that you looked so magical. And now three years later, you looked just as magical, if not more. 

He loved you so much, wishing you would have had time to meet his late father. Pascale, his mother loves you, she loves you so much. She loves you like a daughter she never had. That’s what made you special, the love you received from all sides. Taking it all in and reflecting it ten times harder. Everybody loves you for that. Especially Charles. 

Well, holy moly, me oh my, you're the apple of my eye Girl, I've never loved one like you

Time stops when he’s with you. He loves you like nothing else and receiving a love back, he’s never experienced before. It feels like you belong to him, some invisible string attaching you to one another. It’s meant to be. 

Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness There ain't nothing that I need

You first met Charles at the Italian GP, having just celebrated your bachelor’s degree, your friends and you decided to make a short visit to the paddock of the formula one GP. You didn’t have any passes or anything that could take you in, you and your friends just stood outside the paddock and tried to find a way inside. That’s where he saw you the first time, laughing and giggling with your friends, sneaking around.

He wanted to have you as a friend. You seemed like so much fun, it’s crazy how much like fun you looked. So, with long strides he walked towards your friend group and talked to you. Six months later, you were best friends with the formula one driver and laughing and doing shit together. 

Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ Ain't nothing please me more than you

And as you two grew much more together, it happened. You two had sex and it was the most that heaven was seen on earth. You two fit like a piece of puzzle. Made for each other and not leaving any space for something or someone else. At first you were scared it would ruin your good friendship, but as you laid there, panting heavily, kind of but also not regretting your choice, he kissed you with his perfect lips and told just how much you mean to him. 

Oh, home, let me come home Home is wherever I'm with you

You moved together 8 months after you confessed your feelings to each other. And Charles always felt special after coming home from a race, because now he had a home to come back to. 

Opening the door and shouting “Honey, I’m home!” was a dream come true for him. He always wished to have someone to come home to after a long week of racing. And now he had you, his home. 

I'll follow you into the park, through the jungle, through the dark Girl, I never loved one like you

You attended as many races as you could, having to work it was difficult to make it possible. That’s why he accompanied you everywhere you went. If you had to work, he would sit in your office working on new strategies for the car. You always went to the gym together, never a time you didn’t. 

Shopping? He was the first one to go with you. Or meeting your friends? He was happy that he could just sit at the table and hold your hand. He went everywhere with you, and you were more than fine with it, because you missed him just as much as he did. 

He loved you like nothing else, and you were sure to show him that you loved him just as much. 

Moats and boats and waterfalls, alleyways and pay phone calls I been everywhere with you

Your favorite thing to do during the breaks was travelling. Having Charles just for yourself and exploring all the beauty nature has to give. You went to the Maldives, Australia, Switzerland, Belgium, Thailand, Bali and many more countries. Seeing him relaxed and bathing in the sun, resting his eyes on the beach or washing his hair under a waterfall, it was perfect. Everything he did was perfect to you. 

We laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night Nothing new is sweeter than with you

But what the most perfect thing about your relationship was, was your carelessness; you danced with him in the rain. Walked barefoot down the street in the night just to still feel the warmth of the sun through the street. You laugh together, you cry together, and nothing is sweeter than your relationship with Charles. 

You are his home, and he is yours. Feeling like this is meant to be and hoping it will never end. You and Charles are like a pair of socks, always best as a pair. 

[6rookie-writer0110]

Footprints to the heart

Peter Parker X Male Reader

Request: Andrew Peter Parker x son of Wanda Male Reader (Wiccan powers obvi 🤭) Maybe Peter and reader already established relationship with them being married and maybe being at the stage where they feel like they are ready to take on kids so reader let’s his reality warping be the womb per say? Like NOT MALE PREG, but maybe him making like a sphere I guess and then putting him and peters dna into it and speeding up the whole 9 months waiting process and WALA A KID. now onto the actual request 😭

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Love your work btw, keep up the good work, and don’t be afraid to take breaks if you need it 💞

Peter is happy being married to you and he enjoys every moment. You arrived home and you are working on your new suit, and he kissed you on the lips. You are sitting on the couch and he sits next to you.

“Hey, Y/n” Peter smiled.

“Hi,” You smiled.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you something,” Peter said.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I think we are ready to have a baby, starting our family. I have been thinking about this for a while and I want us to be on the same page” Peter said

“Makes sense, why you have been acting strange. Do you think we are ready? Everything will change” You said.

“I’m sure of this and I want you to be honest with me. I think we are ready, yes I know everything will change but we will go through it together” Peter said.

Peter gently hold your hand.

“Let's start a family, Peter,” You said

“Really?!” Peter smiled.

“Yes, I mean it. I really see us having a kid or two together. I love you and I don't want to start a family with anyone else” You said.

Peter starts to kiss you.

“I love you too, Y/n,” Peter said.

You followed Peter to the guest room, he starts to talk about changing everything.

“Wait, but how we would have a baby?” Peter asked.

“Actually there is a spell for that,” You said.

“Wait, really?” Peter said.

“Yeah, there is. The spell will create a sphere and inside the baby will start to form, but typically it will be nine months. We can fast forward the months but it means, our time together would also fast forward” You said.

“Wow, I had no idea. And if we don't fast-forward forward then we wait day by day?” Peter said.

“Yes,” You said.

“Let’s do it, Y/n” Peter said.

“Okay, we will do it” You smiled.

You get your magic book, you show him the spell. You start to prepare the spell, then you start to say the words. Everything around starts to glow, then a sphere starts to appear. Then you put your DNA and his DNA in the sphere. And everything goes back to normal and Peter gets closer to the sphere, all he sees is magic floating around.

“It takes time for the baby to form,” You said.

“Oh... Wow, this is incredible” Peter said.

“Now, I'm going to fast forward nine months,” You said.

“Okay, Y/n. Are we going to remember stuff?” Peter said.

“Fifty-fifty. We will remember this part but everything else will be a blur” You said.

“Okay,” Peter said.

You start to chant the new spell, and it starts. Everything was changing rapidly including you and Peter.

----

9 Months Later... You and Peter have a baby boy. But you two are starting to have some issues, the baby doesn't sleep long during the night. You and Peter are losing sleep, the baby always needs a diaper change. You are feeding your son then he spits out the food, and it landed on your face and he starts to giggle.

“Gross. And it's not funny, Peter,” You said.

“It's a little bit funny. You made him laugh” Peter said.

He starts to clean his son's face and Peter cleans your face. You and Peter struggle to change the baby’s diaper because of the smell.

You try to make your son laugh, he does smile. He starts to cry and you start to freak out.

“I don't know why he is crying,” You said.

“We already fed him and change his diaper,” Peter said.

It was obvious that he wants to be carried, but you and Peter are overthinking it. Peter gives him a small toy but he doesn't want it, then he picked up his son. Peter gently starts to pat his back and he stops crying.

“Oh, good that worked” You sighed.

“Yeah,” Peter said.

Later, you and Peter go to the park as a family. You put a hat on your baby and he grabs your hand, then you gently touch his cheek and he smiled.

“I knew it would be a lot of work but experiencing, changes everything,” Peter said.

“I agree. Sometimes, I don't know why he cries most of the time” You said.

“Yeah, but it's worth it,” Peter said.

“It is,” You said.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Your mom went to visit you and Peter. She is in shock that you two have a baby, and he is crying.

“Why is he crying?” Wanda asked.

“Hi, mom. I don't know we tried everything, we fed him and his diaper isn't dirty. We give him toys but he doesn't stop crying” You said.

“We don't know what to do,” Peter said.

“Let me try,” Wanda said.

She gently picked him up and starts to pat his back. He stopped crying and he burped.

“Babies, have to burp after they eat. Y/n, what is my grandson’s name?” Wanda said.

“Logan,” Peter said.

“Like the Wolverine?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, we named him after the Wolverine,” You said.

Wolverine saved you when you were a baby because Dr. Doom kidnapped you, and he helped Wanda to save you. Then he helped Wanda to raise you until you were a teenager.

Logan, snuggles on Wanda and she starts to smile. She starts to give tips on why babies cry a lot.

---

It's Halloween... You and Peter are feeling excited to experience Halloween as a family. Your mom is helping you put a Scooby-Doo costume on Logan. Then you get dressed as Shaggy and Peter is Fred and your mom is dressed as Velma. She couldn't help to take a family picture and you can't stop smiling. Peter did manage to get some candies for his son.

Wanda took pictures of you and Peter with the baby by a funny scarecrow. Then you three went to a gift shop and Wanda couldn't help herself buying cute baby Halloween merchandise.

“Mom, I think he has enough gifts,” You said.

“I think you are wrong, Y/n” Wanda smiled.

She continued to pick more items for the baby.

“I don't think anything will change her mind,” Peter said.

“Yeah, I'm not going to argue with her,” You said.

You and Peter just watched her shop for a while. After a while of being outside and you go home. Wanda couldn't help to laugh when you and Peter struggled to change Logan’s diaper.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Your mom is setting up the board game Monopoly in the living room. Everyone sits down and the game starts, and Logan is sitting on Peter’s lap. Logan tried to eat the small pieces, Peter tries to pull them away but Logan won't let go.

“For a small baby, where does he get the strength?” Peter asked.

Wanda used her magic so that your son would let go of the piece.

“When Y/n was a baby he was like that trying to put everything in his mouth. I always had it use magic to stop him” Wanda said.

“Mom, I wasn't like that,” You said.

Peter starts to giggle.

“You were such a cute baby” Wanda smiled.

It's your turn, you start to play then Little Logan grabbed the fake money from your hand. He puts it in his mouth then you took it away from him. Wanda went to grab the snacks and nobody won the game, because Logan kept trying to grab the pieces.

You were reading a book to Logan, but you fell asleep. He starts to grab the book, then Wanda and Peter noticed you sleeping. Peter and Wanda took a picture of you asleep, then she picked up her grandson.

----

Peter took you out to the movie theater, but you and Peter started to make out. Before going home, you and Peter went to grab an ice cream.

“I got a text from my mom,” You said.

“What did she send?” Peter asked.

It's a picture of her and Logan, wearing matching shirts and he is smiling

“That is cute” Peter smiled.

“Yeah. My mom asked me how we will feel if she moved in with us” You said.

“Oh? How do you feel about that” Peter said.

“She has been feeling lonely. After what happened with Doctor Strange, I think she wants to be with us. We don't talk about it, so I don't ask questions” You said.

“I will be fine with it, only if you want her to move in with us. Plus, she has been a big help with our son, Y/n” Peter said.

While sitting next to each other, he put his hand on your knee. You and Peter continued to talk about it. After a while of talking about it, He kissed you then you two go home.

[angelbaby-fics]

Hehe I noticed!! I’ve been wanting to request this for a while 🙈 I’ve entertained the idea, pre serum daddy Steve, but when he comes back to his little his post serum Steve and he helps his little try and understand why he was gone and what happened. I loved you’re latest fic btw 💕

Butterfly

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Oh wow this is SUCH a sweet concept & I hope I've done it some angsty-fluffy justice!! Its rather similar to an idea I've had for a while where modern era little finds Steve's old pictures and is amazed that he used to be so tiny 😮 Maybe I'll write that as a sibling to this! Also I know this is not really how things went in the movie considering, you know, the world war going on, but who cares!! This is my fic, I make my own timeline!! Enjoy dear 💕💕

Daddy’s coming home.

After what felt like eons alone at the apartment while Steve underwent his procedure, he was finally fully recovered and coming back home. With Bucky already off fighting abroad, you’d had nobody to take care of you while Steve was gone, so you’d had to stay big all week. You were excited for Steve, that he’d been given this incredible opportunity and finally been allowed to join the army, but you couldn’t deny that you were excited to have him back. Days of acting as the adult while simultaneously fretting over Steve’s wellbeing, you were ready to finally let yourself be his little baby again.

As the hour drew nearer, you found yourself getting smaller and smaller the more excited you got. You didn’t know what sort of state Steve would be in after such an experimental procedure, so you’d tried your best to keep the apartment tidy for his return, and by the time you were finished dusting, you were just about ready to dive headfirst into little space. You were pacing back and forth across the carpet, fiddling with your fingers and chewing on your shirt sleeve, when you finally heard the long awaited familiar sound of Steve’s key in the lock. Your head perked up and you ran to the doorway, practically vibrating with anticipation at seeing your favorite person in the world again.

Except, the man that entered your apartment was NOT Steve Rogers.

At least, not the one you knew. Your Steve was small - pocket sized as you liked to call him. You could look him right in the eyes and hold his hand whenever you walked without having to reach up. This man nearly filled the door frame, blocking out the afternoon sun with his figure. The light cast his face in shadows, and you could barely make out his features. You shrinked back from the doorway with trepidation and fear as the man crouched towards you.

“Hey baby, don’t be scared please,” you heard him say in a voice that sounded like Steve, but different, like it was rumbling from deeper inside. “It's me. It’s daddy.”

As he knelt in front of you, his features came into focus, and you saw a face that looked like Steve’s. But you just couldn’t believe it. You were already so little and sensitive, you weren’t ready to take in his new appearance, this new situation you found yourself in. So you ran.

You ran down the hall into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Steve stood in the doorway, still as a statue. He hoped you wouldn’t react like this, but he knew you might. He knew how different everything had become in such a short amount of time. He knew that even though he was still the same man inside, that on the outside, he was almost unrecognizable. After the stress of procedure, testing, recovery, and the general 360 his life had taken, all Steve wanted was to cuddle you like he always did when one of you had a bad day, so he set out to follow you.

You were huddled under your blanket when you heard the knock on your door, and Steve’s deep voice followed.

“Baby, I know I look different, and you have every right to be hesitant. I just want you to know that it's still me in here, it's still your same old Stevie, okay? And I’ll be out here with open arms whenever you’re ready to see me again. I love you, angel.”

And with that, he retreated to his own room to unpack.

You stayed there curled up on your bed for hours, you lost track after you fell asleep and woke up to the sun fully set and the house shrouded in silence. Upon waking, you found yourself even smaller than you’d been earlier, your body and mind fully cemented in your coping mechanism for your protection. You squeezed your most precious stuffy to your chest, but all you really wanted now was Steve. Even the shirt you’d taken from his room after he left and wrapped around your pillow was starting not to smell like him anymore. You needed the real thing.

Is that really who was out there in the living room? Was the man who knocked on your door and told you he loved you really the same Steve that had left the apartment just days prior? He sounded an awful lot like Steve; you hadn’t gotten as good of a look at his face as you’d liked, but he sure looked like Steve too. Maybe it really was him. Maybe… there was only one way to find out.

Throwing off the blanket, you hesitantly tiptoed out of bed and quietly snuck towards your door, stuffy still clutched tightly in one hand. Opening the door, you made your way to the living room, where you saw the Big Steve Man sound asleep on the couch. That's when you really recognized him, his face relaxed, his body still curled up as if he didn’t take up the entire couch now anyways. His rhythmic breathing and faint snore was the soundtrack to every one of your dreams, you knew it better than anything in the world. So suddenly, you felt safe with this man, who you were now approximately 99% sure was indeed your Steve. You just needed him to pass one more test.

“Um.. hello daddy,” you whispered tentatively, which was surprisingly enough to rouse the large man.

He blinked his eyes a few times in the dark room, still not used to how well he could see now, and you quickly came into his focus. He wanted to scoop you up right then and there, smother you in kisses, and never let you go, but he knew to take things slowly now.

“Hello baby,” he said softly.

“It’s really you in there?” You asked quietly.

“It’s really me, baby. I promise.”

You slowly stepped towards him once, twice, until you were close enough to reach your free hand out to him, which he took in his. Even though his grasp now completely enveloped your entire hand, it was that same soft skin you knew and loved. Finally, you looked up into his unmistakable blue eyes, eyes you’d lost yourself in countless times, eyes that could pull you back from the brink of despair with just one glance. Yes, there he was. It was just like when you’d learned about how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, they change their appearance, but retain the same heart and soul they’d been all along. That was Steve now, your butterfly.

“Do you want me to tell you all about it?” He asked, but you shook your head.

“Not yet. Just wanna cuddle with daddy,” you whispered, and as you let yourself fall into his open arms, Steve smiled. Just like he would always be your daddy, you would always be his little baby.

[bumblebeeig]

HI HELLO! I'm glad to see you're taking requests!

Can I have a Venture with an s/o who finds comfort in things traditionally meant for children? Things like Calico Critters, Bluey, coloring books, bubbles, etc.! Fem or gender neutral is fine!

I wanted to write this but I also wanted to see someone else's take on it as well!

venturelovebot ♡

OH MY GOD YESS THIS IS SO CUTE

btw yall go follow venturelovebot their fics r so cute and u should like totally read them

OK here we gooo

- GN reader x venture -

- TW: nothing! just very fluffy :) -

- ok lemme just say it rn

- sloane thinks its sooo cute the stuff you’re into.

- all the stuffed animals you have of the different bluey characters, the collection of calico critters you have, the cute shows you watch… they love it all!

- and they’ll gladly indulge in it with you too :)

- whenever they’re on their way back home from work they’re always sure to get something they think you’d like

- “guess what i gottt… TADAA!!” they’ll exclaim as they whip out a new plushie they just bought for you

- seeing your face brighten up when they see the gifts they get you makes their day even better.

- will also totally color with you in your coloring books

- they just love you soso much, everything you like they like too 100% 🙏🏻

—————

you held your teddy close to your chest, stroking its fur gently. you were sitting on the couch, while your partner was in the kitchen making pop corn. it had been a saturday, which meant you had sloane all to yourself. and that meant watching a marathon of your favorite kids show.

“It’s done!!” they exclaimed, skipping out of the kitchen with a bowl of pop corn, perfectly made for the two of you. “alrightt… we have blankets, you’ve got your stuffie, we’ve got the snacks… I guess now we just gotta get the show on, huh?” they said, looking at you with a large smile, chipped tooth and all.

“yep!” you said, smiling back at them. they then sat on the couch, scooting in close to you while draping the covers over the both of you. they wrapped an arm around you, holding you nice and close while planting a kiss on your forehead. they grabbed the remote, pointing it at the tv and turning it on.

you loved having moments like this with sloane. it made you so happy that they were so accepting of your interests, even your child like ones like this. you had been made fun of before for having these kinds of interests, and it brought so much comfort knowing someone out there was perfectly accepting of it. especially since that person turned out to be sloane.

“i’m so grateful to have you, you know that?” you say, looking at them with soft and gentle eyes. they look over at you as you begin to speak, “i’m just happy you don’t judge me for these kinds of things.. especially because you even participate in it with me. thank you, sloane. soso much.” you say, as you cuddle in close to them.

“hey… it’s no big deal, hun. i’d love you no matter what, you know? i don’t care what you like. as long as it makes you happy, i’m happy.” they said, stroking your hair gently. “and besides, you let me ramble on about my archeology! it’s only fair!” they said, smiling at you.

“hehe… yeah, i guess you’re right.” you say while resting yourself comfortably on top of sloane. they turn on the show, holding you nice and close after they put the remote down on the coffee table in front of you two, next to the popcorn. you couldn’t have this any other way, and neither could sloane.

[melancholysway]

Hello! So I saw TMNT 2007!Raph x GN!Reader: The Confession, and it got my brain pumping, Could I request an Angsty Unrequited 2007!Leo x GN!Reader, where Leo has a crush on Reader, that he didn't acknowledge or think too much about, and he only realises the full depth of it when he left (absence makes the heart grow stronger) but does comes to accepts it as a truth and plans to grow closer to them and pursue his feelings when he returns, only to find out Reader is dating Raph, they're a perfect pair and are so happy together, and Leo isn't sure how to respond but it sure hurts.

This can be as Long or short/formatted as you like, sorry if this is extremely wordy, thanks for reading!

Omg omg I’m so excited for this one!?!?!? btw, this is over 4,000 words long, so I hope this isn't too much! this was a great request and I wrote the entire thing just now lol

I hope you enjoy!

TMNT 2007!Leo x Reader: Unrequited

(also a 2007 Raph x reader, BUT ITS NOT A POLY FIC!)

Chapter key:

~ = time skip

--- followed by italic text = flashback happening

--- followed by normal text = flashback ending

+++ - scene change (minor time skip)

________________________________________-

It started small, very small

Because you’re just a person to him in the beginning, a sorry sucker that got dragged into the depths of a New York City robbery in a small convenience store. 

You get out (kind of,) but it lands you being chased by the big guy who decided to point the gun at the cashier who noticed you left when he ordered everyone to stay put

But you’d rather run than get shot, so, there’s that. 

Thus, you unknowingly run into an unknown savior of the city you resided in, and though you thought you’d die a sorry death in the back alley of a street you couldn’t recall the name of, you’re saved. 

You thank your savior, to which, he with a slightly raspy yet calm tone answers you from the shadows. 

“You’re welcome.” 

And that’s it. But, who was he?

“Um…I’m not exactly sure where I ran to, do you happen to know which street I’m on?” You didn’t know Manhattan like the back of your hand at all. Not only that, but you were just…running. Though the city never sleeps, fate just so happened to make this new area you came to empty. This side was asleep. It had to be the gentrified area of Manhattan, huh?

And that’s how you meet Leonardo. Sort of. He gives you directions to your apartment complex, but you didn’t feel safe going alone. 

So, when he steps out of the darkness, he’s covered in a brown hooded cloak where you can’t see his body shape or face. 

He takes you home like that. But oh, here goes fate once again, and there goes this sudden gust of wind that catches him off guard, and his face is revealed. 

He’s a…

“Turtle. Mutant turtle.” 

And THAT’S how you meet Leonardo. He’s surprised at how well you take it, but, in all honesty, you really could use a friend in this crazy city you just moved to not too long ago.

Time goes on, his brother (Mikey) gets nosy as to why he sometimes goes solo during patrol going a direction, not in their usual route, and follows him quietly (kind of, he falls a couple of times, but meows so his older brother thinks it’s just a clumsy cat)

He watches as Leonardo stops on a fire escape and knocks on the window, the light from inside getting more intense as the window is opened, revealing why Leo goes off on his own sometimes

He watches as you rub your eyes, slightly tired as you greet his brother, only to be a little startled as another turtle…mutant turtle, lands right beside him

“Dude! Another human!? Hey!” 

And THAT’S how you meet Michelangelo. 

Word goes around, Mikey just can’t keep his mouth shut, plus, he accidentally set off the emergency button on his T-Phone, so Raphael and Donatello are tracking him together. Suddenly, two more mutant turtles are at your fire escape. 

“Ya jokin’ right? THIS is tha emergency?” Piercing golden eyes engulfed by a red bandana look you up and down confused, then back at Mikey. You’re the threat? 

“Mikey…are you harassing another human again?” A purple-banded turtle, who appears to look identical to Mikey, begins apologizing on his baby brother's behalf.

And THAT’S how you meet Raphael and Donatello

After inviting Leo and his brothers inside your apartment, you introduce yourself properly. Donnie takes it well, and Raph is always the warier one. But, he trusts his older brother. With his life, even. So, if he trusted you, Raphael felt obligated to do the same. 

Plus, he thought you were cute. 

Come to think of it, Leo also thought that, too. 

And thus, begins Leonardo’s small crush on you. 

It’s platonic. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He doesn’t act on it, and you show no signs of having a crush on him, so, why risk it?

You progressively become closer with Leonardo’s brothers, and soon- after knowing them for almost two months- they introduce you to their sensei. 

He loves you, by the way. How accepting you are, how sweet you are to his sons, and he can sense the hidden affection his eldest son has for you.

Time goes on, but time is a thief- waiting for an opportunity to steal the happiness of those who take it for granted. 

~

To: Y/n

I miss you. A lot, actually. I didn’t think I would miss you and my family so much, but, I do. 

Sometimes when I’m sitting in this dark cave, I feel like you’re going to run up behind me and try to scare me like you always did when I was around. I always knew you were there, but sometimes I would fake it just to see you smile. You pouted whenever I told you that you didn’t startle me. 

My training period is almost up, but I don’t feel any different than when I first landed. Are 3 months really enough to turn me into a better version of myself?

Anyway, I hope you’re doing well. I hope you’re keeping the others in line, lol. Donnie is easily overwhelmed, and I know Mikey and Raph together are nothing but trouble. 

~ L

That was the first letter you had gotten from Leo where he showed his feelings towards you. The very first letter was much more lighthearted with an exciting tone to it, and you could hear Leo’s voice in your head while you read it. 

You begin a collection of all the letters Leo has sent you so far in a blue folder. To look back on them when you miss him. 

It’s almost been 3 months already. That’s how long Splinter made Leo’s training period. But, he was doubting himself and venting to you through this letter. Was it enough for him? No, Leo’s a perfectionist. That’s not a lot of time for him. 

So, you wait, wondering just how long Leo is planning to potentially stay in South America. 

Back in the city, everything is doing fine. Sure, the 3 remaining turtles miss Leo, but he’s supposed to be coming back. As long as he keeps sending his letters to them, they’ll know that he’s safe and alive. The jungle is a dangerous place, and who knows what types of threats Leo is facing over there? 

You come around the Lair more to spend some time with Leo’s brothers while he’s gone. Raphael seems to be the most stoic about his absence, and upset about the fact that they can’t go up to the surface and fight crime. Mikey does his own thing, and for some reason, wanted to do something crazy and get a job. You had no idea how he was going to pull it off, but you were excited to see the outcome. Donatello is keeping both of them in line while trying to fix things in his free time. He starts to tell Mikey to break the toaster as Leo did so he has something to fix weekly. Yes, Leo broke the toaster weekly. 

You were already close with Leo’s brothers, but now? You found yourself gravitating towards Raphael. The topic of Leo was on his mind, and he worried. He always did, even if he tried to hide it. Though his expression was always a straight face when it came to his older brother, on the inside, he cared. He cared so much. 

And as 3 months come to a close, Leonardo isn’t back. 

To: Y/n

I tried to write this particular letter so many times. Especially to you and Raph. I know it’ll be a lot for you. 

I’m staying here. I can’t go back yet, not when I have so much more to work on. 

I’ve already discussed with Splinter back and forth with these letters, and he thought it would be best if I wrote to you and the others in the next letter I sent. 

I keep everyone’s letters. I try to keep track of the conversations we’re having. Right now, I’m having a debate with Mikey over whether the Earth is flat or not. Spoiler: It can’t. Ask Donny.

So, I guess I can ask you as well for a third opinion, do you think the Earth is flat? I mean, the Earth turns, does it not? Is that not some indication of time passing? Time passes as the world turns. Time goes on, right?

I want to keep this as light-hearted as possible, but for some reason, it’s hard to write this letter to you. I don’t want to bombard you with my feelings, but I can’t help but wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I’m not sure what that entails, but you are such a great friend to me, that I’m forever grateful for you. 

Just a few more months. That’s it. Just a few more months and I’ll be finished. I want to come home and see you and the others again. I’ll be a better me in that time. Swear it. 

~ L

He swore it. 

He swore to you he would be back in a few more months.

When this round of letters comes to the Lair, Raphael is livid. 

Livid because, well, he doesn’t take promises lightly. Leo promised he would come back in a few months in his letter. But Raphael was more upset that he wasn’t coming back after these 3 months. And even MORE upset about the fact that just because Leo is gone, doesn’t mean crime left with him. If anything, it’s at an all-time high. He can’t keep sitting here and watching it all happen on the news, either. 

“It’ll be a few more months, okay Mikey?” Donnie tries to soothe his baby brother, as Mikey was visibly hurt by the news. He wanted his older brother back. Now. 

“Don’t give Mikey false hope, Don.” Raph glares at the brown-eyed turtle, “It ain’t good fa him. Mikey, Leo ain’t comin’ back right now, God knows when he is, alright?” 

That’s what Mikey needed to hear, according to Raph. He didn’t want to sugarcoat anything for Mikey. Hell, he was never good at sugarcoating anything for that matter. 

~

 It’s been almost a year. Almost a year without Leonardo. A year without your best friend, and a year without the person you cared for immensely. 

You and Raphael get closer during this time. He’s the only turtle that rebels against Splinter and begins to stop crime on his own, and you appreciate him for it. You tell him that one day before you leave the Lair. 

---

So as Raphael sits up from his position on the couch, he can’t help but smirk at you. 

And good God, that smirk got you hooked. 

By this point, the city had created a vigilante name for him: The Nightwatcher. You remember seeing a news article online in which the title photo had been a blurry shot of the vigilante, which was just Raphael in metal armor. Though the rest of the family was oblivious to this, you sure weren’t. Mikey becomes a Nightwatcher fangirl, and Donnie becomes a Nightwatcher hater. 

“Wanna take Betsy out wit me tonight?” Raphael asks as he stands at your fire escape. Funny, he always gets deja vu when he stands there, it reminds him of when he first met you. How he was standoffish at first, but he found out that you weren’t so bad after all. 

“You think Betsy can handle two crazies on her back this time?” You joke, looking down your fire escape and onto the street, seeing sleek and shiny ruby Betsy parallel parked in between two ivory Hyundais. 

The last time you went on a bike ride with Raph, Betsy- the name you gave to it- sort of broke down. But, thanks to Raph’s fix-it skills (thanks Donnie,) she was up and running. 

He chuckles at your response and puts his helmet back on. He motions you to follow him down the fire escape and hands you the spare helmet you used for all bike rides. 

This one was different. 

Why? Well, the others didn’t end in a kiss. 

Raph let you do donuts around in an empty parking lot with his motorcycle, and he couldn’t help but smile at how happy you looked. How you wore your smile so well, and how he thought about other ways he could get it to appear over and over again.

He always thought you were cute. 

But as the night went on, you find yourselves rendezvousing all across Manhattan on ol’ Betsy, letting your frustrations out about Leo’s extended absence on the highway, going 65…80…85 miles on the interstate. You lost count, you were having so much fun. You both spill your feelings about the current situation with your best friend and Raph’s brother. You’re hurt. But, can you blame him? You find it in your heart to forgive Leo after that. Raphael doesn’t. It’ll take more time for him.

When it was all said and done, you wind up falling asleep on the ride back, something that never happened. But there goes fate, again. Coming at the most unexpected times. Raphael carries you back up to your apartment- to which you tiredly ask if he stays with you. You knew- as tired as you were that Raph would get questioned by Donnie when he got back at this ungodly hour. The sun was damn near starting to rise, and sleeping over at your place is one hell of an alibi. 

And then it just happens. You comment on how tired he looks, but it just makes him look even more attractive to you. THIS wakes him up, and as he wonders if he heard you right, you plant a kiss on his cheek as a thank you for staying. 

Raph tests the waters a bit and takes a risk. 

He kisses you. But, not on the cheek. 

And that, dear readers, is how your first kiss with your now boyfriend went. 

---

~

Raphael was right, it’s been an entire year. And now? There’s word from April that Leo is very much alive in South America. Though, you knew he was just fine. Despite the letters stopping completely, you knew in your heart Leo was okay. He knew how to take care of himself on his own. 

So it’s no surprise when April gives you the news. 

Your boyfriend is angry at him. Raph misses him, he told you that much, but he had this burning hatred for his brother for scaring the rest of the family like that. I mean, Mikey thought he was dead somewhere in the jungle miles and miles away. 

You think about the last letter Leo sent you.

So, I guess I can ask you as well for a third opinion, do you think the Earth is flat? I mean, the Earth turns, does it not? Is that not some indication of time passing? Time passes as the world turns. Time goes on, right?

I want to keep this as light-hearted as possible, but for some reason, it’s hard to write this letter to you. I don’t want to bombard you with my feelings, but I can’t help but wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I’m not sure what that entails, but you are such a great friend to me, that I’m forever grateful for you. 

You wonder what his next letter would have been to you had he not stopped all those months ago. He sure would have had a lot to say in response to yours, anyway.

To: Leo

To answer your question, of course not. The Earth is NOT flat. 

But Leo, time is a thief. You of all people should know that. You were always the philosophical type. The world turns, yes. It’s an indication of time, yes. But it matters not how much time has passed, but what you did with said time. 

To answer your other question, I do think about you. I wonder what you’re doing, if you’re swinging on vines like Tarzan or something. I care a lot about you, and that hasn’t changed one bit. This time away from you has been difficult on everyone, but getting these letters every 3 weeks helps. 

You can never bombard me with how you feel, your feelings are always valid to me. I want you to know that all those feelings you have for me are reciprocated. 

~ Y/n

Maybe it was a miscommunication? You thought that for a while. You thought you had read his last letter wrong. Did he mean he had feelings for you? Because you had also developed a small crush on him. Before he left, you liked him. 

But, what if you read it wrong? Did he just mean his feelings toward you as a caring friend who missed the yin to their yang?

Maybe you were thinking a little over your head. You weren’t even sure if he got this letter, anyway. 

You never knew. He stopped writing after that. Not just to you, but to the others as well. It was simply a thought of what once was. 

~

A few days after April comes back from her business trip, Leonardo seems to follow. It’s unexpected as hell. After spending the first half of a warm Saturday working and getting ready to head down to the Lair for the second half, you get a text message from Raph.

 

Raph, 8:00 pm 

Babe, lmk when you come down, okay? There’s a surprise for ya 

You start to think about what it could be. Maybe Mikey had a party gig earlier and got to take a slice of your favorite cake home. You always liked being surprised with a slice of cake wrapped in tinfoil when you went down to see your boyfriend. 

But only it’s not cake. 

You come toward the entrance of the Lair a few moments after you messaged Raph you were close, and there he was, giving you a quick kiss and covering your eyes. 

“Ya might like it more than I did,” His gruff voice comments. As you’re helped by Raph into the Lair, you sense something you haven’t in a long time. 

It’s Leonardo. 

You knew it from the moment Raph took his hands away from covering your eyes. You were face to face with someone’s plastron, and judging by the arm muscles you knew it was Leo. He was the only one who wasn’t as bulky as Raph, yet not as small as Mikey or Donnie. He was right in the middle.

“H-hey.” 

You thought a lot about how you would react to Leo if he came home. Would you cry? Would you not forgive him anymore? Would it go back to the way it used to be? You could only predict how your brain would react but failed to predict how your heart would. 

You hug him first. 

You always did, anyway. 

Leo wished he had hugged you first right now, though. But, it’s a sweet moment between you two. 

“I missed you, jerk.” You say into his plastron. On the surface to everyone but Leo, it’s two best friends reuniting after a year of not seeing each other. But deep down, it’s Leo hugging the person he’s grown to love. He loves you.

Raphael- as much as he despises his older brother at the moment- calms down for the time being since Leo stepped foot in the Lair an hour earlier. He knows that you and Leo were close before, and how much you missed him as a friend. You never told Raph about what you last sent Leo and what you thought of it. It wasn’t relevant, and it was sent MONTHS before that night you became a couple. It was sent way before you fell for Raph. And once again, it just wasn’t relevant. Leo never bothered to send you a letter that confirmed your feelings were friends or more than that. So, it had to be just friends. He saw you as just that, and you had to accept it. Which, you could. You could accept being platonic with him, and just be the good friends you were. 

Once you break away, you and the others sit down in the living room like old times. Mikey’s asking Leo all these questions about South America, and Donnie’s asking about the native wildlife. You and Raph on the other hand, ask the harder questions. 

“Why’d ya stay longa?”

“Did ya forget us?” 

Raphael asks him these questions, and Leo’s honest about each one. 

He stayed because he needed time. He never- not for one second forgot about you guys. He missed you all. He knows he fucked up. 

“Why did you stop writing?” You ask. 

This is a tough question. You look at him with concerned eyes, and Raph puts an arm around you. 

“I um…I got caught up in my own world, and…” Leo trails off as if he was thinking of what to say. But, he lost it. That’s when it hits him. He doesn’t say anything. He’s so fixated on the way his brother is touching you, and how you let him. Almost as if it’s an afterthought. 

“I ran out of ink.” 

“You couldn’t like, buy any?” Mikey asks, earning an eye roll from Raph and Donnie. 

No. No, he couldn’t. 

+++

As you spend your evening down in the Lair and hanging out with everyone, you notice Leo going to Splinter’s room, and you hear indistinct chatter coming from upstairs. Leo had spoken to his father when he first got back. In fact, nobody even knew Leo came back until Raphael overheard them talking from the cracked sliding door. 

Though it wasn’t your business, you wondered what they were speaking about. 

You weren’t one to eavesdrop, but the bathroom just so happened to be across from his room, so you heard their conversation for a few moments anyway. 

“The best you can do is let them be happy, my son. Which they are. You cannot reverse time when things do not go as planned.”

“I…I know, but…I realized how much I liked Y/n when I was out there. I just…I was too late.”

‘Using the bathroom could wait,’ You thought. As you continue listening. You listen to the pain in Leo’s voice as he describes how his heart shattered when he realized Raph found his way into your heart. He wondered if you noticed. Splinter says no, you wouldn’t have noticed. You would be oblivious, as Leo never took that chance to send you those letters when he was away. 

He saved them and brought them home to give to you. Well, he was going to give them to you. 

Leo lied earlier. He never stopped writing. In fact, that’s all he did in times of loneliness. He wrote. He wrote until his hand was cramped or he had to start over because he felt he wasn’t conveying his emotions well enough. He had as much ink as a turtle could have. 

That hug meant more to him than you could think. He planned on getting you alone and giving you the unsent letters to take before you went back to your apartment. But he couldn’t anymore. He couldn’t ruin the relationship you had with Raphael. He wouldn’t- no- couldn’t be that selfish. It just wasn’t in his nature. 

So what did happen with those letters?

This burning curiosity seems to take over. You take a wild guess and enter Leo’s room- seemingly untouched for the past year. There’s a small pouch on his bed, the same one that he wore when he said his goodbyes before leaving way back when. You open the front zipper, it feels flimsy from all the wear and tear. Your senses were correct, and there was a folded yellow paper in the compartment. The same color paper that Leo wrote letters on. 

You lock yourself in Leo’s room and sit down on his bed to open up this folded mystery. 

You’re surprised to see that upon opening, 3 more letters fall out in a crinkled mess on your lap. After sorting them by date, a part of you wishes that he sent them sooner. But then another part of you disagrees- the part that loves Raph. You were happy with him, so fucking happy. You were a near-perfect match for each other. He saw you at your lowest and was there to help you out. He was always caring, even if he didn’t always tell you- he showed it. 

 Not only that, but you couldn’t go back and change the past. 

7/10/2007

To: Y/n

You always were so good with words. It’s the one thing that I always admired about you.

I’m glad you feel the same about me as I do about you. You’re always on my mind, Y/n. I thought it was just a little crush at first but…gah, I’m not sure. I think it’s more. I’ve never had a crush before. Haha, I’m pretty good with unintentionally rhyming, huh?

You’re absolutely right, time is a thief. I hate myself for not realizing that with all the time I’ve taken up. I write little by little, and I apologize for taking so long with this one, but I wasn’t sure how to write that I feel like I’m falling in love with you.

And I know it’s a lot to use the word love- but I’m positive that’s what it is. As I sit here and think about you, I always go back to the first time I ever laid eyes on you. How gorgeous you looked despite the situation. How you were so sweet when fate got the best of me and revealed my true self to you. How you were sweet to me even after, and how you were warm and welcoming. The average person would have run to the hills, but you stayed. You stayed all this time, and I think that’s one of the reasons why I’ve come to love you. How accepting you are of those who are different. 

7/20/2007

To: Y/n

It was selfish of me to leave you all. I know that if I send this letter and the others I wrote to you months after I received yours, there’s a chance that you don’t have those same feelings anymore. And there’s also a chance that I’m completely taking what you said the wrong way.

But, if I didn’t, and you truly feel those feelings for me- the “more than friends” kind, then please, read on. If not, take what I say with a grain of salt. 

I guess the saying is correct; absence does make the heart grow stronger. 

With that being said, I have a rather…odd request. I know it’s a lot, I know it is. 

I want you to wait for me. I should have told you this before I left, but it was just a small crush back then. I wasn’t sure if I should tell you. 

I know, it’s extremely selfish to ask you to lock your heart and throw away the key until I return, but we all get at least one selfish pass, right? If you can’t, I understand. I hope you find someone that loves you the way I would have when I came back home. 

But a small part of me hopes you don’t find someone, and we get to be together after all. 

Then again, I can’t control anything. I can only wish. Wish upon the millions of stars that scatter the South American sky. 

8/1/2007

To: Y/n

I was always the philosophical type, and I’m glad you noticed. If this is the world where I get to be with you, I’ll cherish it. I’ll cherish you. I’ll cherish us. 

But, if the cards aren’t in our favor, then I know there’s a parallel universe where I get to be with you. 

Perhaps all I had to do was choose to write back to you instead of waiting and getting caught up in my training. Or maybe I choose to never go to South America. All of these decisions happen in the multiverse--I just so happened to get the short end of the stick in this one.

+++

Your eyes, welling up in tears, fold the slightly worn papers back up and into the pouch, zipping it back up. Curiosity didn’t kill the cat, but ignorance sure did. And right now, as sad and torn as you are, you feel relieved that you read these. Leo would have had to suffer in silence, without ever telling a soul but his Sensei. 

As you exit Leo’s room, feeling a sense of confusion and uncertainty. you ask yourself the grand question, despite being in a daze:

//

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Sherlock x reader - days with you

Hi! Could I please request a Sherlock x reader, where she is really adventurous and always drags him on little trips like picking trains at random and seeing where it takes them. She’s also the kind of person people just talk too. He finds it incredibly endearing and adorable. So he happily drops whatever he is doing to follow after her to the shock of everyone. She’s kinda like his sunshine sorta? If that makes sense, sorry if thats way way to much. Love your writing btw!!! - Anon💜

You were scrolling through your laptop, bored as anything while you were listening to Sherlock mumble on about not having anything to do.

“Why not go out somewhere?” Mrs Hudson smiled.

You looked up at her and grinned as you put your laptop away and rushed to pull your jacket on.

You grabbed sherlocks and tossed it over to him with a huge smile on you face as you grabbed both his and your wallets, taking the keys from the side as you held your hand out to him.

“Come on!”

“Where?”

You gave a small shrug and wiggled your fingers at him.

Sherlock said nothing as he pulled his jacket on and walked over to you, letting you take his hand and drag him out of the flat as you shouted bye to your landlady.

You were practically bouncing with excitement as you walked.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

Sherlock furrowed his brows a little bit as he glanced down at you before looking back at the street.

“You don’t know where we’re going do you?”

“Nope!”

Sherlock rolled his eyes, he wasn’t shocked you didn’t know. You would tell him about your random little adventures, and sometimes you would drag him along.

He hasn’t come on one of your random adventures in a while, so he wasn’t sure what to expect this time, last time you took him shopping.

“You know I could be doing other things.”

“But you’re not.” You beamed.

You let him go so you could get to the underground and he followed you to the train.

You jumped on a random one, and sat down while he sat next to you.

He scrolled through his phone while you kept track of what stops your were passing.

You finally found one that interested you and you urged Sherlock to follow you, as he did carried on looking through his phone.

You had a light grip on his hand as you simply just wondered the streets, and finally you found something that looked interesting to you.

Sherlock finally put his phone away and looked at what you were looking at.

“Book store?”

“Yup! Let’s see what they have!”

You took him inside and finally let go of his hand as you started to browse some of the sections.

While you did Sherlock was stood behind you the whole time, occasionally looking at a book that you showed interest in.

While he was looking at some books for you, he heard you talking to someone and looked up to see who it was.

He didn’t know them, and you didn’t seem to recognise them either but you looked pretty happy to just be talking so he left you be.

He went to buy a few books and held the bag in his hand as he walked back over to you still chatting away with someone.

“Hey Sherlock! This is Mark, he works at this shop part time, he studies criminology isn’t that cool?!”

Sherlock hummed a little bit.

“It isn’t the worst of choices to study.” He replied.

You rolled your eyes at him and bid goodbye to your new friend before letting Sherlock lead you from the bookstore.

“Are you hungry?” He asked.

“Uh… yeah. Can we get food now?”

“Pick a place.”

You picked a small cafe and Sherlock went to order your food before sitting back down, handing you a cup of tea.

“So what did you buy?” You asked him.

“Oh, right. Here.”

He handed you the bag to look through as his phone started to ring.

He excused himself and answered it, getting up to bring your food over before he sat down again and listened to whatever was being said on the other side.

“I’m busy Lestrade.”

You looked up in curious.

“Give John the case, I’ll look when I am home.”

Sherlock huffed a little before replying to the detective again.

“I don’t care, I’m out with (Y/N), you can wait.”

With that he hung up while grumbling and you smiled a little bit at him.

“Sherlock if you need to go we can head back.”

“No, it’s fine. That can wait.”

“Are you sure? It sounds like Lestrade could really use your help.”

“He can handle it himself, he’s a big boy. Now, where are we going next.”

You smiled at Sherlock and took a sip from your tea.

You gave a small shrug as you looked out of the window.

Sherlock kept his eyes glued on your smiling face, and he cracked a small smile as he watched you simply just watch the outside world go by.

You were always so happy, so content, and it made him feel at ease.

He had been waiting for a case for days, but he would never give up a day with you just for a case

[lucky-peoqle]

when the truth comes out - tory nichols

request: hello :) i was so excited to see that you take requests for tory, could i please request s5 tory x fem!reader (either an imagine or headcanons) where reader is a member of miyagi do/eagle fang and maybe she tells reader the truth about cobra kai and being forced to break the stone because terry and kim brought up reader? honestly whatever you’d like to write is totally fine with me 💖 thanks so much!

warning(s): swearing, blood(?), scars, angst and fluff hah

word count: n/a

pairing: tory nichols x fem!reader

a/n: finally writing these, sorry schools kinda pushing back schedules due to me missing a few days :/ i had to rewatch this episode but i absolutely love this idea !! also new dividers for fall !! woohoo 💗💗💗 this also feels so rushed im sorry, not proof read btw

it was late, like really late. sensei larusso, chozen, and lawrence had made classes go way over then they were supposed to and then hawk and miguel just needed you to go grab something to eat with them.

you didn’t mind though, you loved spending time with those goofs, but they wore you out.

you joined the miyagi-do/eagle fang dojo with robby earlier in the summer. he had convinced you since you weren’t going to deal with silver’s bullshit. you didn’t miss cobra kai one bit, but there was someone you missed.

that person? was tory.

due to going to separate dojos, you had a falling out and it lead you to break up. it hit you hard, you wouldn’t talk to anyone do anything for days on end until robby checked up on you. you missed her a lot, and you hadn’t see her since miguel’s party where her and sam got into an argument. you tried to chase after her, but she had gotten away before you could.

you had just gotten out of the shower, putting on a clean pair of pajamas shorts and one of tory’s old t-shirts you never gave back. you wouldn’t dare give it back, it’s one of the only things you have left of hers.

walking into your room, drying your h/c hair with an extra towel, you let out a sigh. practice today was tiring, most had been recently. thank goodness your parent’s weren’t home for the weekend so you could have to whole house to yourself.

you almost didn’t hear the frantic knocking at your door, but you did. it made you jump a little, who in the world would be knocking at this hour?

you slowly crept downstairs, the knocking still going. “i’m coming, i’m coming,” you mumble to no one really.

making your way to the front door, you let out a slightly shaky breathe, reaching out to turn the knob and slowly open the door. you opened the door excessively slow, peaking out until you released who was standing in your doorway.

“tory…?” you muttered.

she looked up at you, slightly teary eyed. “hey.”

“tory! what are you- uh. what are you doing here?”

the blonde let’s out a sigh, looking around outside before looking back at you, “can i come in?” she asked.

“yeah, of course-,” you start, before noticing her knuckles, which she had been rubbing gently. “oh my god, what happened to your hand?”

“that’s what i came here for.”

“okay, uh… follow me.” you say, getting out of her way to let her in, shutting the door and leading her to the kitchen.

she sits at the counter, watching you grab an ice pack from the freezer and hand it to her. she rests it on her knuckles.

“so…,” you rock back and forth on your heels, “what’s up?”

tory let’s out a shaky breathe, “my whole life is a fucking lie.”

you quirk an eyebrow, “what.”

“everything is a lie. i’m living a lie. silver paid off the refs at the all-valley last year. cobra kai cheated so i could win against sam.”

“tory- slow down, i can’t keep up. silver paid off the refs?”

“yes! and it’s been eating me alive for months. i wanted to get back at him so bad. i’ve been visiting kreese in prison and all he’s been telling me is lies! i’ve been telling him everything for nothing! i feel like a fraud. my life is a living hell, i’ve lost all of my friends, and more importantly; you.”

you walk up to her and kneel in front of her, looking up at her. “hey, hey, hey, you haven’t lost me,” you say, “i’m not going away at all. we, miyagi-go and eagle fang, can help you. they went to stingray earlier. he basically admitted that silver assaulted him. he’s too afraid to go to the police.

“i knew silver was involved, i just didn’t think he did it with his own hands,” she said quietly.

“yeah, but we don’t have anything to prove it.”

“if it happened at the old dojo, maybe we can..”

“really? are you sure?”

“yeah, but can we not talk about this right now. i need a break for at least a night. can i stay here tonight? i don’t want to be alone.”

you nod, “of course, you don’t even have to ask. just tell me one thing; what happened to your hand?”

“they made me break pure stone, y/n, but i couldn’t. until they brought up our break up… then bam! instant break,” she said, voice breaking at the end of her sentence. “i regret breaking up with you so much. i miss you.”

your heart broke at the sight of her sounding so weak and broken. “hey, it’s okay. it’s okay. those people are sick. i miss you too, and maybe once we go through with out plan, we can try again okay? when we broke up i was broken, but i want us to try again, please.”

tory nodded, “yeah, i’d like that a lot. the worst thing about cobra kai was losing you and i refuse to let you go that easy.”

she placed a chaste kiss to your forehead before you giggled, standing up. “we’ve gotta keep this a secret for a bit, how romantic.”

“this is why i won’t let you get away too easy, juilet,” tory gave you a smile.

“come on, let’s go upstairs romeo. we’ve got quality cuddle time to make up for.”

[jeonpurr]

dance with me

index:

warnings: hate comments, use of inappropriate words, social media is not a jolly place. tw if you're sensitive.

rating: 18 and above

Viral

you had an aim to wake up today, so sure of what you wanted to do with your time. wake up early, get ready, and walk to the cafe to grab yourself a cup of hot mocha and a tiramisu pastry to go. to go find a park to sit at as you enjoyed the cool breeze the rain last night left.

however, none of it goes as you had planned. instead, you wake up with a headache and to the sound of your phone blowing up with notifications from Twitter and Instagram.

you get up and get yourself a cup of coffee and clean up the bed and brush your teeth as you finally feel somewhat alive. you pour the coffee into a cup and drink the first sip feeling better and better with each sip.

you pick your phone up and open the app that first pops up, Instagram. okay, well you seem to have a lot of comments. you click on the video people have left comments on and check them out, smiling thinking they are good comments but instead, they have tagged his account and left multiple hate comments.

you roll your eyes as you scroll through the comments.

'attention-seeking bitch. Do you think wearing short clothes will get people to like your videos? you suck at a dance just admit it.'

'jeez, what's with your noodle legs.'

'too skinny

'too fair'

'can you even see with those eyes'

'fucking flat, what are you trying to show

'@jeonxxdance oppa look at the bitch trying to defeat you

'jungkook is still better

'what is this crap'

'How did she go viral'

'jungkook would never be with you girl give it up

'stop trying

well, that's a lot to take at once. you posted a small dance video to the song my oh my by Camila Cabello yesterday night. you were not wearing anything revealing. just a pair of shorts along with a black crop top. you are surprised this video has almost a million views and it does have a lot of likes so it makes you feel a little better.

jungkook is another dancer. you both don't have a beef, at least you know he doesn't. however you only dislike him because he gets the pretty privilege and he doesn't even put too much effort into his content, he posts dance videos once a month and the rest is about his gym updates, yes you stalk him. you however put your everything on the table only for it to be the untouched dish all night.

you both follow each other, he has 678k followers and you have 457k followers, not too far behind but it does make you mad.

along with the comments, there were also a few new followers. you check your dm's too cus they were pretty much blowing up too. you open your requests and they were all from the same people who were commenting. there were a few sweet messages to which you reply.

there was one messege that caught your eye. it was from him. you don't exactly hesitate to open it, expecting another hurtful messege.

'hey y/n, i wanted to apologise for all the stuff you had to read. i don't know why people cant chill when we never had a fight. i am really sorry. the video was amazing btw, going to try and learn it :)'

what the fuck-??

jeon jungkook.

jeon jungkook just texted you.

jeon jungkook just texted you saying hes sorry?

jeon jungkook just texted you saying hes sorry and that he will learn the choreo?

are you hallucinating?

theres no way that king ass just dropped an apology for something that isn't even his fault?

you reply back, not wanting to think too much about it.

'hey jeon, appreciate it and goodluck haha :)'

you turn the phone off and slam it on the kitchen top.

well, that was not how you expected your day to start. that's alright though. it doesn't mean you wont go on with it, you still have work to do. getting up and washing your mug you just had you energizer in, you take a shower, putting in your sweet time. you shave your legs, wash your hair, trim your eyebrows.

taking longer kept you away from facing the real world. even though you didn't really think you minded the comments, you did. subconsciously you wanted to cry but you know better.

after about an hour and thirty minutes, you come out of the bathroom with a robe on your body and a towel wrapped in your hair. you dry them off a bit and plop on the bed.

you pick up your phone again, seeing more notifications from Instagram. glancing through some more comments you open your dm's again only to see 3 messages from jungkook. is he okay? is he sick?

you open them.

'thanks!'

'Also, the third step I can't make it out. it's kinda hard to do man, how did you even do it?'

'jeez it's been like an hour I haven't been able to grasp it, you wanna come over and shoot it with me? like a collab?'

truth is, he isn't really having a hard time figuring it out but jungkook really admires your skills and he doesn't like how much hate you have been getting simply for posting a really clean dance video. he wants to help in every indiscreet way so it takes the limelight off of you.

people think you both have some feud but you have never really spoken. only liking each other's posts once in a while or wishing happy birthdays, but really that's all.

but why? why is it that all of a sudden he wants to be more than just mutual? why is he initiating a possible road down the lane to friendship? you don't understand but you reply with a 'sure, when?'

and move on with your day

[jellicatty]

Hiiiiii !!! Before the request, I want to say that I loved the cute aesthetic of your account and I really liked your headcanons !!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Now the request: Could you please make platonic headcanons of Giyuu being a older brother figure to a tsuguko?

Like, not his tsuguko, but another Hashiras's; In more detail, Some Hashira has a new Tsuguko, who is around Muichiro's age, and for some reason, she sees Tomioka as an older brother and follows him everywhere

I don't know if it's necessary to detail personality, but if it is: Energetic and kind of sadistic? (not in a weird way pls)

(Btw english isn't my first language, I apologize for any grammatical mistake! ♡)

‧˚꒰ GIYU AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER FIGURE ₊

╰┈➤ contains : giyu tomioka x reader. PLATONIC relationship. sfw. fluff.

╰┈➤ note : bff !! thank u for loving my works ure da best <3 hopefully i did ur request right :>

At first, Giyu was confused at your habit of following him around. There was nothing worth following from him, his dismissive and stoic personality also leaves most people avoiding him. So, why the hell are you following him like a lost puppy all the damn time...

"Good day, Sir Giyu! The weather is nice isn't it?" You cheerfully greeted him with a bright smile, then offering a hand shake. Puzzled, Giyu looks down at your hand then at you.

"Who are you?"

"Oh!"

Don't take offense though because Giyu's first instinct is to avoid you and make you loose sight of him at all COSTS.

Every time he sees you, he'd wonder where the hell is your mentor and why they're letting you follow him (っ◞‸◟ c)

However as weeks pass and you're still stubborn as ever with following him, he'll give up and let you do what you want. It's not like your presence was bothering him !

Although, your energetic and sadistic personality was a bit overwhelming for him, he still looks forward to being with you.

He's hesitant to admit it but he's grown a soft spot for you (,,>ヮ<,,) ! Also starts treating you like his younger sibling.

While you yap and yap and yap about your day, Giyu would just be the older brother who would silently listen to whatever his little sibling is complaining about.

PROTECTIVE. And it's not just because he's lost a lot, but more so he wants to protect your bubbly and outgoing attitude! Being a Demon Slayer literally sucks the soul out of you, so he wants to make sure you're still you.

Plus, you're so young so he's deathly afraid of anything that might heavily impact your life.

Whenever you guys are on missions together, his eyes are always glancing at you. There's never a time where he's left your side.

Older brother Giyu is definitely the type to let his actions speak louder than words. Problems? He's dashing to the store to buy your favorite snacks. Sick? He's going to frequently check on you and remind you to take your medication on time.

Even though most of the time he'd rather let his caring personality show through actions, Giyu would still be speaking up every now and then.

He knows he's not the best at advices and may not say what you want to hear all the time, but he still tries. He would still try to be the older brother who would give his younger sibling the advices she truthfully needs. He might even speak up when your sadism crosses the line.

eating contests !! loser gets to pay (Giyu holds himself back so he gets to pay instead ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧).

The other Pillars have surely noticed the platonic and sibling-like connection he has with you. Shinobu absolutely teases him for gaining a soft spot for you.

Overall, Older brother Giyu would be the best and would protect you 'til his last breath (づ> v <)づ♡

© jellicatty | no plagiarising please (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[j0kers-light]

Hi! how do you think Joker would feel if reader was a runner? I’m not quite there yet but I hope to run a marathon at some point, so I end up having to spend a lot of time running. Which I don’t mind... but I get up before the sun rises and immediately go out to get my run in. Which I feel like J couldn't handle if he slept at the readers apartment that night. And I wonder if he'd be worried about reader being outside alone for long periods of time. I feel like races would be lonely for reader since he obviously couldn't just show up and cheer her on </3. And on a more personal note- I also wonder if he'd or if he'd notice the absurd amount of race t shirts i have 😂. And this is kind of a stupid thing I do, but sometimes I run when I’m sick. Even If have the flu or something I will still try to run it off, which I figure he wouldn’t approve of reader doing. And I’m very injury prone (very). So he might notice notice my slight Advil addiction lol

Sorry for the Kind of random a request. Maybe not a lot to write about, but I feel like I’ve never seen a story/headcannon about a reader who runs 🤔? I had this thought because the running shoes I like are soo expensive (especially when you have to buy them regularly 😵) and I thought of a scenario where he steals reader some shoes in bulk 😅. Anywho you don’t have to write all or any of this if you don’t care (this is basically a self insert of myself so change what you want) , I’m kinda rambling so this may not make any sense. And I love your stories btw 🩷

Hey hi anon!!!!! 🖤✨

You weren’t rambling love, I understood everything you said! AINT NOTHING WRONG WITH A SELF INSERT its why I'm here lol 🤭 thank you for sharing those tiny details, I shall follow them to the letter! Ah! Thank you for reading too!

Disclosure: I am not a runner and I have no idea about this topic so forgive me if anything is inaccurate. Did I drop what I was doing to fill this head canon? YES you're worth it! Representation matters so don’t hesitate to be self indulgent!

I hope you enjoy beloved! Keep runnin'! 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

With the clash of schedules-- Joker usually arrives at your apartment when you're stepping out for your morning run.

You pass right by him and he's bewildered on where you're going this early in the day. The sun hasn't even risen yet and why aren't ya wearing anything?!?!!

Your sports bra and jogger pants makes him seethe in anger. You look too sexy to be leaving the building all alone!!

This poses a huge safety risk in Joker's mind because Gotham City is never safe but he knows (from experience) that this is the worst time to be out, alone!

Why. Are. You. Out. Running. In. The. Dark? Looking like a defenseless snack? 👀

He flips out when you come back all sweaty yet energized. Whatever that means.... you still look hot. An easy target for sure.

He yells at you for putting yourself in danger until you explain that you're been training for the past few months and nothing has happened. How is it he’s just now noticing?

Then you sheepishly explain the odd hours that you run. Mornings and/or nights with no protection whatsoever and Joker.exe stops working.

Joker takes no chances and assigns your security team to follow your training/run route effectively immediately. And as for your skimpy running attire? Girl.

You thought you owned enough race shirts. HA!

Joker buys steals you modest running outfits but they do little to conceal your peaches (wink) or your killer legs, much to his dismay.

You can wear a trash bag and still look sexy. He begrudgingly allows you to wear your tight outfits because they’re practical.

He stares you down anytime you do a warmup stretch before a run. Oh he'll stretch you out real good.... AHEM! Uh moving on..

Joker most definitely notices your hoard of running shoes. Just how many do you need and why are they so expensive?

You explain that they wear down so quickly by running so you constantly need a new pair.

Joker takes it upon himself (being the supportive partner that he is) to buy steal the entire store's supply of shoes in your size!

Imagine coming home to a mountain of shoe boxes and Joker's head poking around the corner. 😃 He's so proud of himself but you feel the oncoming headache.

He's expressing his love through illegal, over the top gestures.... again. You love this idiot.

And speaking of grand gestures, since J can't attend your races— at least not publicly, he has become rather creative in showing his support.

He bribes threatens people to cheer you on in his place or sets up unauthorized checkpoints along the route with banners, balloons, etc. with messages like ‘GO Y/N!’ or ‘Run faster, Bunny!’

It’s so embarrassing when the marathon speakers are hacked and the song, 'Track Star' by Mooski plays because Joker does not know the true meaning behind the lyrics! He just hears, 'she's a runner, she's a track star' and thinks it’s a compliment.

You almost forfeited the race when the urge to hide in shame hit you. The clown dedicated the song to you! Joker means well but this ain't it.

The fireworks he rigged to go off when you won the race however were a sweet touch.

Little did you know— if you weren't expected to win, Joker had laughing gas on standby to poison the other runners so you could gain the lead as they fell behind laughing to death...

His Bunny will win, no matter what. #SupportiveCrazyBF

Joker does not predict you sabotaging your own chances by running while sick.

He doesn't understand your logic of ‘running your flu off.’ It doesn’t make any sense so he’s troubleshooting a plan to help you.

How did you sneak out!?! You should be at home, getting rest and fluids yet you’re knocking back Advil and pressing on like everything is fine.

Let's just say Joker is more than furious with you love.

You knew Joker would eventually find out where you were. You shook off your security detail the moment he left and made it to the check in booth for the marathon while still under the weather.

It was just a seasonal flu. No biggie!

Joker was acting like a mother hen thinking you shouldn't lift a finger while sick and he even dressed up like a nurse to further prove just how serious he was about your health. He ordered you to stay in bed and rest— not sneaking out to attend a race. You knew he would be furious but what could he do once you started the competition?

They didn’t perform wellness checks so after everyone got into place and the starter gun went off, the race began.

It was Joker’s fault that he left his patient unattended. The race would only take a few hours and you would be back long before Joker returned from who knows what.

In hindsight, you didn't expect J and his goons to storm the pavilion where the registration booth and spectator zone were set up.

People were none the wiser when multiple vans pulled up, got out, and blended into the crowd. Only when Joker’s goons yielding guns and other weapons started wreaking havoc halfway into the race did things get crazy.

In the midst of the chaos, Joker casually walked up to your upcoming mile marker and waited for you to run by.

He'd only seen you run a handful of times but his keen eye instantly noticed you were more sluggish and less enthusiastic today. You were just going through the motions and looked ready to pass out.

No doubt because his Light was hardheaded and ran a marathon with a flu.

Good thing Joker was good at handling brats. He had no problem plucking you from thin air and hauling you (kicking and screaming) into his van. He hit the wall and it sped off back to your apartment in record time.

If you weren't sick maybe you would've had the energy to fight back more but Joker was able to swat your punches to his face away like a fly.

"J?! What the.. What is your problem!!?! You just ruined a charity race!" You coughed into your elbow as Joker watched in silence.

His face was unreadable and the both of you just swayed with the van's motion as it barreled through Gotham traffic.

Not a peep from your lover. This wasn't good. You were, in essence, in the principal's office. Joker went out of his way to snatch you— in broad daylight— from a public event and he had nothing to say. His intense gaze spoke volumes.

You immediately backtracked to save your skin.

"That wig looks great on you, J. It uh.. *cough* ahem, accentuates your features." You said weakly.

"Don't play with me, Y/n."

Oh. Government name. You f__ked up.

Joker ripped off his ginger wig and fluffed out his own hair underneath. It was a scare tactic, one that was working very well. He was prolonging the inevitable and you knew he was holding back the full severity of his anger.

Finally he licked his lips and spoke. "You wanna know whhhhhhhy it’s a bad idea to, run, while you’re sick hmm? Let’s see.. Respiratory problems, dizzy spells— tch, your accident prone a** can trip on thin air and crack ya head open. Do I need ta go on?"

He waved his hands at you until you shook your head meekly.

"Good! Now... if my Bunny had listeneddd to me.. and stayed in bed, your uhhh charity marathon? Wouldn't have been sabotaged. What's that saying of yours? Play stupid games, win stupid prizessss."

You turned your head in embarrassment but Joker reached over to turn it back towards him. Gone was his stern gaze and replaced with a much more softer expression.

"Think of it this way, Bunny. I came and supported my girl at her uh race." Joker cracked up laughing.

That was not the support you had in mind.

[thecontumacious]

hihi, is it okay if I request the luxiem members reacting to a s/o who acts very similar to ganyu from Genshin??? if not just overall cuddling headcannons please ^-^ (I'd like the ganyu one to be either gn or fem)

Luxiem and the Adeptus (Genshin AU)

a/n: I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS DSHJHD half of this is just genshin au luxiem at this point btw u guys, i do play genshin jhjhas i'm a proud diluc main <3

also anon, i've changed up the request just a bit to make it more interesting! i hope you're okay with that-

context: you, the reader, are an adeptus and a secretary or the liyue qixing! specifically, a half adeptus just like ganyu~ what roles the boys will have is for you to find out!

watch out you guys, this is gonna be extra long

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

he is a native inazuman, a demon born from the very roots of olden inazuma who lost his family and friends during the archon war, even more friends separated when the raiden shogun declared the sakoku decree

and his only living companion from those days, yae miko the kitsune

to see his homeland finally break out of this old concept of “eternity”, vox could never be more thrilled and proud to have seen through all phases of inazuma

it’s not when the traveler one day came by to casually converse with miko, vox also present, when he suddenly overhears something of interest

“do take these sea ganoderma for my adeptus friend, won’t you?” the priestess says, handing the blonde traveler the blue plants

adeptus…? vox has heard of those. it’s been a long time since actually

it reminded him of a friend he used to have back in the flourishing land of liyue, back when the sakoku decree was still void

perhaps, a visit to liyue would be a good vacation from his centuries being in inazuma?

“traveler, paimon, may i speak with you a moment?” he asks them

“hm? what’s up, vox?” paimon responds

“you’re traveling back to liyue, yes?”

the traveler nods, “yep, we are. why?”

the demon smiles, “may i come with you? i have a few old friends there. paying them a visit wouldn’t be a bad idea, don’t you think?”

the traveler and paimon grins, nodding approvingly, “we’d love to take you there! it’s always nice to catch up with old friends once in a while.”

and with that, the traveler, paimon and vox head off to liyue

continuation and other boys utc!

as he steps into the old land, he feels nostalgic upon smelling the ever so lovely scent of silk flowers and glaze lilies and the exciting aroma of liyue cuisine

paimon taps vox’s shoulder, “hey, we’re going to go to the jade chamber for miko’s request earlier. do you wanna come?”

jade chamber… my, i’ve missed so many things.

vox says, “lead the way, then.”

once up there, vox never thought he’d seen architecture so beautiful and he truly does have an appreciation for pretty things

him and the traveler go inside, the secretary of the establishment approaching them

“traveler, hello! what can we help you with?” she asks with a very warm smile

“we’re looking for ganyu. someone from inazuma wants to give her these,” the traveler answers, showing the woman the pouch of sea ganoderma

“ah, miss ganyu! she’s right upstairs with lady ningguang and lady keqing. come right up, traveler. oh… and this is?”

paimon turns to vox, “oh him? he’s a visitor from inazuma! he’s our friend.”

“i see! welcome, dear guest. i hope you find liyue to be of your liking,” the secretary bows respectfully.

“i’m sure it will, thank you,” vox does the same, before following the traveler and paimon up the stairs to ningguang’s main study

“hey ganyu!!”

“oh? traveler? paimon?” the mentioned adeptus raises her head up from her paperwork. the tianquan and yuheng turn to look up at the traveler’s arrival as well

“ah, if it isn’t the traveler and…. hm? who is this new guest?” ningguang faces the demon

“oh, right! this is our friend from inazuma who’s visiting. his name is vox akuma, but you can call him vox,” paimon introduces first as vox stepped forward to make himself present

all these faces were new to him but they showed promise they’ve taken care of liyue very responsibly

“apologies for my intrusion, ladies. i am here for a little visit to my old friends. the traveler will be my tour guide while i’m here.”

ningguang laughs, “it’s not a trouble, mr. akuma. i am ningguang. this is keqing and this is ganyu. i hope you find liyue to be an exciting tourist attraction.”

“okay, anyway, ganyu—“

“lady ningguang, i’ve already went ahead and scheduled the necessary meetings to—oh! pardon my intrusion when you have guests…”

vox turns and he sees a figure unlike any other. timid but graceful. shy but unwavering.

now who was this little one?

ganyu comes forward, “no, no, it’s alright y/n, come. this is a visitor from inazuma.”

y/n

you turn to the visitor in question, bowing for respect with the most adorable smile vox has ever seen in his centuries of living

“hello! i’m y/n, a secretary for the liyue qixing,” you say

and vox realizes the slight resemblance you had with ganyu, the same type of horns sprouting from your head and just the way you bring yourself is different from that of humans

were you an adeptus just like ganyu?

“vox akuma, my dear. you can call me vox,” he steps towards you and takes your hand, bringing the hand up to his lips for only a chaste way of greeting you

hoo boy here we go

“hey! don’t scare them already, vox!” paimon warns the demon, to which he only chuckles at. “take it easy on them, won’t cha?”

vox turns to you and realizes you were blushing madly, but your hand remains in his

and to him, it seemed like you didn’t mind him too much

“easy? whatever do you mean, my little friend?” vox smirks, facing you again. “i’m only being polite to this lovely person is all.”

ningguang in the background can only laugh at the scene before her, ganyu panicking on how to save you out of the situation and keqing mentally rolling her eyes

as the real business was done, vox’s heart deflates just a bit at the thought of having to leave you but he knows he’ll be seeing you again soon

and he does!

after the visit from the jade chamber, it seemed like the traveler and paimon had other matters to tend to and unfortunately could not accompany him the entire time

“ah, that’s fine, traveler. i can find myself around,” vox nods understandingly. just as he was about to venture liyue alone, he hears the footsteps of someone behind him

he turns and is surprised when he sees you, shyly smiling at him

“h-hello vox!” you greet him, hands behind your back. “i couldn’t help but overhear the traveler saying they couldn’t accompany you around liyue. so… um, i thought i could since i’ll be off the schedule for a while. if you don’t mind of course!”

back in inazuma, people would’ve stayed away from crossing paths with him mostly because he was a demon

they’d find a way to avoid him and well, after centuries of experiencing this, he’s accustomed to doing things himself

yet here you were, pretty much still a stranger to him but so willing to help him out, even if he didn’t really need it

vox already thought you were such a sweet little thing, how could you be any sweeter than this?

he can’t help but smile, very genuinely at that. “of course i don’t mind, y/n.”

you grin in return, walking to his side. “alright, shall we?”

vox nods and you start leading him around town

he’s seen his fair share of weird and wonderful creatures, ones just like ganyu and miko, gods like the raiden shogun

so he really shouldn’t be surprised learning about your species, but it’s something about you being part adeptus makes you more special in a way?

“so is it safe to assume you are an adeptus just like miss ganyu?” he asks you

you tense up and laugh nervously at the mention of your identity, “just part adeptus. i’m half qilin just like her.”

vox raises an eyebrow at your visible discomfort, “hm? why are you nervous, my dear? are you uncomfortable with me talking about you being part adeptus?”

“o-oh, it’s just um, well i’m slightly shy about it…”

you look away from vox and he has the urge to hold you until you didn’t have to feel this way anymore. what made you feel so insecure about your beautiful self?

“well, guess what? i’m a demon,” vox says. you turn to look at him, surprised. he laughs, “can i be special just like you?”

this made you smile and your heart much lighter.

at first of course when vox continued to ask you about your half qilin heritage, you’d get pretty shy at first, but with him reassuring you that there was nothing to be embarrassed about and the fact he too was not human made things easier to deal with

when you weren’t busy working for the qixing, you were always up to take vox around liyue as best you can

taking him to areas he’s never seen before, foods he’s yet to try, ruins bountiful of treasure to look together for

vox never once regretted the choice of coming here, as he had met you. would staying here really be a bad idea?

“hey, y/n, you’ve never taken me to jueyun karst before. that was where you were raised as a child, right?” vox asks you one day. you nod

“yes, i was. would you like to go? it’s quite a walk from liyue harbor…”

the demon shrugs, “oh it’s fine. i have all the time in the world. what about you? do you not have work?”

“i’m free for the day,” you smile. “come on then, to jueyun karst.”

“i’d say you’ve been asking your superiors to get some time off just to be with me,” vox smirks, causing you to blush your head off. no matter how long you hung out with him, there was never a time you failed to get embarrassed by his teases.

“you don’t know that!” you retort, stomping away. “hurry or you’ll get left behind!”

vox can only chuckle, following just behind

you finally reach jueyun karst when the sky was just about to turn orange

you show vox the way to cloud retainer’s peak of the mountain, where you were raised together with ganyu

“what a beautiful place,” vox sighs, looking at the sea of clouds before him shining under the orange sunset light then he looks at you

oh…

you looked off into the same scenery, the sun kissing your face and vox thought he never saw anything more beautiful

the peaceful look on your face, like nothing could bother you at this moment. he wished he could see you like this more often…

“how much longer will you be staying in liyue, vox?” you ask him, snapping him out of his daze

“ah, i honestly don’t know. i’ve found a home here it seems,” vox laughs. “but it looks like the traveler will be back soon from their business this week, so perhaps when they return to inazuma, i will too.”

suddenly, he sees your eyes droop ever so slightly with disappointment

“i see,” you answer, looking down

vox then smiles, reaching for your hand and bringing them to his lips to kiss them. you blush at the gesture, but don’t retract

“i will return again one day. i’ve had a wonderful time with you and i’d like to experience it all over again,” vox whispers, leaning closer. you smile softly. “perhaps you should visit me in inazuma and i will return the favor.”

giggling, you nod, “perhaps i will.”

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

this troublesome detective is of liyue descent, often traveling between his homeland and mondstadt where he likes to fancy himself a tankard (or five) of alcohol in their famous taverns

since he already is from the land of commerce, filled with magical beings of the adepti, he is familiar with you

even when he was a child, you’d sometimes be seen in his vision as he played with his friends

he’d often see you rush around liyue harbor with another person that resembled you (was ganyu her name?) and though he always was interested in your pretty horns, he was a bit too shy to ever come up to you

it’s only when one day, in the middle of night he decided to sneak out of his home to play with his friends near the south wharf playing pirates

the boat was rocking a bit too much and mysta, before he even realized, wasn’t even on the boat anymore and into the freezing cold water

“AHHH HELP!” he screamed into the night, splashing hastily to stop himself from drowning. but his friends didn’t know how to swim either as they too started wailing for help

mysta’s visions starts to blacken and the flailing of his arms begin to weaken

but… he feels something warm?

was this it? is this the so called afterlife?

“hey, hey, are you alright?” he heard someone say to him. but he was too tired to answer as he finally collapsed

when mysta finally awoke, he was safe on his bed in warm clothes. the day had turned to morning it seemed…

who had saved him last night he wondered?

mysta rose from his bed and found his parents talking to someone in the living room

“again, thank you so much for coming to help our boy, y/n! we could never have imagined what would happen if you hadn’t,” his father said, voice breaking slightly

“it’s really no problem, mr. rias. i’m glad he’s safe now.”

ah! there’s the voice he last heard before passing out!

mysta leaned a bit to see from the doorway and there you were, the person he kept seeing in the city with the pretty horns

he smiled and went to thank you properly, only to be met with the fate of falling to the floor out of imbalance

“mysta! are you alright?”

mysta’s parents came rushing to him and you stood there, finally noticing his presence

the young boy stood up then brushing himself off. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine!”

his mother helps him up, she said, “mysta, this is y/n. they're the one who saved you last night. go thank them, will you?”

“oh there’s no need for that, mrs. rias. i’m sure he’s tired,” you wave your hands around as you smiled nervously, a tint of pink on the apples of your cheeks. but the woman doesn’t listen and has his son stand in front of you

shy as mysta still was, he didn’t feel afraid of you. you were… really pretty up close.

“th-thank you fo saving me last night!” he said, looking up at you as the hero you were to him. and you can see the very visible stars sparkling in his eyes

though you were visibly shy about it, you can’t help but smile at small mysta. you crouch down and say to him, “of course, mysta. be careful next time, okay?”

and that’s how mysta saw you as a child, as a hero, as a role model, as someone you can look up to.

he kept seeing you too, always asking you to play with him whenever he saw you pass by

but as he got older, still asking to hang out with you whenever possible, you started to refuse him more and more

“i’m really sorry, mysta, i have a lot of work to do. can we hang out another time?” you frown apologetically, to which mysta only sighs at as he let you go again that week

“alright fine…”

you touch his shoulder, “hey, i’ll make time soon.”

but you never really do and he wished he could be with you all the time, getting to know you more

that was until he got a bright idea on how

“mysta? what are you doing here?” you asked him upon seeing him in the jade chamber behind baishi

“y/n, good to know you already know him! he’s going to be training under you from today!” baishi announces

you widen your eyes and look back at mysta, who only grins excitedly

this man? the boy who slipped off a boat and almost drowned? now working under you?

you can’t help but giggle, “alright then. welcome to the liyue qixing, mysta. i hope you’re ready to take on all the work we have for you.”

mysta salutes, “i’ll do my best!”

and his plan did work

the first few days, he was ecstatic he got to see you more often by a significant amount of time

you would show him how to do basic work, how to sort out the necessary papers, which goes where, things you have to do in the day

there were some hiccups, but you as his reliable superior and a long time secretary in the liyue qixing, you were able to save mysta’s ass a lot of times

but then he notices why you’ve been putting off time to hang out with him back before he started working in the liyue qixing

mysta watches as the staff would pile up more and more work on your already weighed shoulders, almost as if without mercy

and he watches you smile as you willingly took them all, promising them a deadline as they left

he wasn’t the one being given all these tasks, yet he feels irritated all the same

“hey, y/n, why are you letting these people give you all their workload? don’t they know you already have a lot on your plate?” mysta huffs, helping you carry some paperwork over to ningguang’s study

you sigh, offering a smile at the man, “it’s my job, mysta. ask ganyu. it’s always been like this as the secretary of the liyue qixing for the past thousands of years.”

“thousands?????” mysta’s eyes bulge at the sound of it and he could feel his back breaking

you giggle, “yep. thousands. it’s fine, i can handle it. and you too, you know? you can give your work to me if it’s too much for you to handle.”

mysta looks at his workload, then back at you, “are you crazy? you’d have so much to do…”

“i’ve done more than this, i promise,” you beam once again

and after a few weeks, mysta truly sees how you are as a person

back when he was a kid, he thought you were just super busy as the qixing’s secretary alongside ganyu

but he never thought that it would even cost you your sleep time

“alright, i’m clocking off. come on, y/n, wanna get something to eat?” mysta offers to you as he stretches his back out

you only hum, still focusing on your papers with a pen in hand. “sorry, mysta. i still have work to do right now. you go on back first.”

with a sigh, he nods, grabbing his coat off the chair. “alright then, see you tomorrow, y/n!”

in the morning though, mysta is mortified to see you asleep by the desk, the foot tall stack of work from last night completely gone

he gently taps you on the shoulder, internally hoping that you hadn’t been here all night, “y/n? wake up…”

“hm?” you groggily get up but then you straighten yourself up quickly upon realizing it was morning. “oh, it’s morning already! archons, i need to see if ganyu, lady keqing or lady ningguang needs anything! thanks for waking me, mysta!”

morning already? so you had been here all night…

as you went to stand, mysta immediately stops you, “hey, hey, don’t you think you need some rest? haven’t you been here all night?”

you rub your eyes while you gather your things, “it’s okay, i’ll get a nap later. i’ll see you soon mysta!”

and before he could say anything else, you’re off again

how you’re still alive until this very day from this much work still baffles mysta

he understands how people marry themselves to their work but this? this was too much. even if mysta didn’t have a say in it

when was the last time you had a day off…?

how long until you finally collapse from the work?

then he had a idea, one that was gonna benefit you but potentially risk his job. but it was worth it, seeing how much you’ve done so much for liyue

this was the least he could do in return

so as you finally caught yourself a break, mysta runs over to you

“hey, mysta,” you say, exhausted from today’s work. but your greeting goes unanswered as the man grabs your arm without warning. “hey, hey, where are we going?”

“to get food of course! did you eat anything today?”

you were about to answer, but you understand you have nothing to answer with. so you shut your mouth again.

“mhm, just as i thought,” mysta smiles before bringing you over to chihu rock, specifically at third round knockout. “one (favorite meal) please!”

you look at mysta, “thanks for the lunch, mysta. but i can’t stay long…”

“nope, not today! you have the entire day off!”

“what?”

“yep, you heard that right. i asked lady ningguang and lady keqing, they said that you could have the break.”

“b-but-“

mysta waves his hands in the air, shushing you, “no buts. no more work today. you’re gonna eat and sleep.”

all you can do at this point is just not protest and do as he says, eating away at your favorite meal when it finally came

you don’t know why but as you finish your meal, you can’t help but tear up

mysta begins to panic, “ah, y-y/n??? are you okay?”

you smile, shaking your head, “nothing, mysta. it’s just… i never had the chance to eat my favorite meal in a while and i can’t believe i’m eating it here with you. thanks mysta, it means a lot to me.”

as the tears fall from your cheeks, something in mysta stirs awake

the urge to wipe them away for you, the urge to hold you and tell you everything was going to be okay, the urge to protect you when things like this happen

before, mysta only wanted to be able to hang out with you more, the pretty hero with the pretty horns

but now, he wants nothing else than to see you eat your favorite meals again, get the sleep you needed and just… relax and be able to enjoy yourself

mysta nods, pink tinting his cheeks as he spooned his food, “y-yeah… no problem.”

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

a simple boy with a mother from mondstadt and inazuman father (hence his surname) who used to play with the dandelions outside the gates of mondstadt, now a powerful business man that rivals even diluc ragnvindr

his business consists of transportation and investment, helping with the cargo of dawn winery and even the rare items born of inazuman craftsmanship due to his bloodline

while at first luca’s company flourished only in mondstadt, he made the risk of branching it out to liyue

and that is when he, for the first time, traveled to liyue for business rather than pleasure as a child

when he came into the city of commerce, much has changed since he came last

the first thing luca knew what to do was to come to the liyue qixing since he did want to branch out a particularly huge company

so he asked around beforehand and was told to meet a person named y/n

luca has yet to meet this y/n person, as often as he visited liyue as a kid but he has heard from the people of mondstadt that they were half-adeptus

look at that, it’s only his first day in liyue for business and he’s going to talk to a half-adeptus!

luca was ecstatic to say the least, he’s seen diona and her father draff (even talking raven oz), but to see an adeptus felt different

especially since he’s been told all his childhood that the adepti were great creatures that helped out the people of liyue when times were rough

luca was so far into his mind and wonder that he hadn’t realized he bumped into someone

“oh archons, sorry, sorry!” luca quickly apologizes, stepping back to look at the poor person he had pretty much crashed into. “are you alright…?”

then, he froze in his place

woah… so pretty… a-are those horns on their head?

luca raises his head up to meet the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d ever seen and a very adorable shy smile

his heart had skipped a beat even without him knowing

“no, no it’s okay i wasn’t looking either!” they said, shaking their hands insistently. “my apologies mister…?”

it’s only when they asked for his name that luca returns to reality, to which after that he laughs nervously, “ah, luca. luca kaneshiro.”

“luca kaneshiro?”

luca nods, “mhm. and you are?”

“oh, it’s me, y/n! liyue qixing representative for your business proposal here in liyue!” you smile, bowing your head. “welcome to liyue harbor, mister kaneshiro!”

this was them??

“just call me luca,” the blonde man scratches the back of his head bashfully. “a-and thank you for the warm welcome!”

you giggle, “o-of course! it’s only polite. you can call me y/n by the way. shall we get going, luca?”

wait what was he for again…? oh right right business proposal

“oh, right, right. a restaurant named liuli pavillion?” luca inquires

“yes, just this way. it’s not too far.”

and he follows you to the said dining spot

man, he had the pleasure of meeting you? and why did you have to be so pretty??

no luca, this is completely professional!

he mentally slaps himself on the face as he struggled to walk in a straight line behind you

once inside the restaurant, he is immediately greeted with a feast of only the most delicious liyue cuisine and some mondstadt dishes tailored specially for his arrival

“take a seat, luca,” you say to him

after taking a seat, you sit just across him. “i hope you find our culinary to be up to your tastes. we made some mondstadt dishes if you’d like them as well.”

luca nods, grinning, “of course, of course. thank you so much for the hospitality.”

“would you like to eat or talk about your proposal first?”

ah like the true professional you were, luca thought

“we can discuss the proposal first, if you don’t mind, y/n,” only because i don’t want this business lunch to feel like a date…

you nod, taking out your appropriate files onto your lap and sliding a few documents onto the table. “of course! the kaneshiro company, company of transport and investment. you’ve made quite the name in mondstadt and have even made quite a close partnership with dawn winery and many other companies. h-have i detailed it correctly?”

luca smiles reassuringly, “yes, that’s all correct. you did good research, y/n.”

at the compliment, he notices you turn bright red and he can’t help but grin widely at the cute expression

“thank you… this is actually my first time being a representative specifically for business inquires like this. i’m glad i’m not messing it up the first time—ah, apologies, i was rambling…” you look away, your face much redder than before

god, you were so adorable. “hey, hey, you’re doing good! and well, even if you make mistakes, i’ll happily point them out for you.”

you shyly look up at luca and give him an appreciative beam, “thank you, that would actually be very helpful. i’ll do my best. let’s get on then?”

luca’s heart burst into a million pieces seeing you smile like that and now he’s the one turning red. “yeah, let’s continue.”

now even though you said this was your first time becoming a business representative, it seemed as though luca was the rookie here

all you’ve laid before him was done professionally, all carefully tied together with the right words and calculated meticulously, not a single detail to be missed

luca almost couldn’t catch up with you with how impressed he was, but he didn’t want to lose either

by the end of it, the meeting went successful!

you were able to represent the liyue qixing and welcome luca, and he was able to branch out his company in the land of commerce!

“please, eat, luca. you’ve had a long journey here, haven’t you?” you gesture towards the food. “i’m sure you’ll like it.”

“of course, i’ve had some as a kid as well. have you ever tried mondstadt dishes though?” luca asks, taking a spoon to reach for the first dish. black-back perch stew he thinks it’s called?

you shake your head shyly, “n-no actually. i’ve never had the time to. i just eat whatever i have on hand.”

upon hearing you say that, luca instantly grabs the plate of sticky honey roast, one he particularly liked to eat back home. he pushes it over to you with a bright smile, “have this! it’s sticky honey roast. it’s really soft and has a comforting sweetness to it.”

you look at the meaty dish before getting a knife and fork, cutting down a piece yourself. then you face luca

he grins, “go ahead, eat first.”

and with that, you take a bite of the so-called delicious dish and your mouth is filled with the mentioned soft sweetness of the meat

“oh, it’s really good,” you sigh. “i should try mondstadt dishes more huh?”

luca nods excitedly, “yeah! totally!”

you can’t help but giggle, a sound luca finds to be adorable

archons, everything about you was adorable at this point

as he dug into his own food, he can’t help but keep staring at your horns

they truly were nothing like he’s ever seen before and he wanted to know more about your half adepti heritage

“hey, can i ask about your horns?”

at the mention of the specific body part, you instantly shrank and avoided eye contact with luca

he immediately notices, saying, “o-oh you don’t have to talk about it of course…”

“n-no, it’s just… i’m really shy about them is all,” you admit quietly

at this, luca gently puts down his cutlery. when you also realize how quiet the dining table was, you raise your head

“you know, as a kid, i always thought the adepti were so, so cool. and when i first arrived here, i got so excited that i was going to meet one. and when i saw you, i thought…” luca blushes, looking away with an embarrassed smile. “your horns were what i noticed first. i thought they were really interesting and pretty…”

ahhh did i say too much??

but then he hears you giggle. he turns his head back and you are no longer shy. instead genuinely laughing at whatever was funny to you

honestly, he could’ve made a fool of himself right then and there, but it didn’t matter now that you weren’t shy anymore

you were so cute in his eyes, how could you be insecure?

“thank you, luca,” you say with a soft smile. “i-i thought you were pretty too. your tattoos were what i noticed first and i thought they were really, really cool.”

he looks down at his chest, where his most prominent tattoo was and then at the ones on his fingers. he grinned

“th-thanks!”

well, guess that business lunch slowly did turn into a date huh?

and when it was time to depart for the day, luca wish it hadn’t

there was still so much the two of you hadn’t talked about!

so as you both reached outside, he took up the courage to ask you:

“do you wanna have lunch again?”

luca looks at you, square in the eye as you did to him.

you had said the exact same thing together.

you instantly shy away, avoiding eye contact once more, visibly evaporating really

but luca’s heart leapt for joy, taking that as a very good sign that his feelings were reciprocated!

“sooo,” luca grins, leaning towards you teasingly. “come onnn, look at me for a second, please?”

at his request, you can’t help but turn anyway, despite how flustered you were.

when your pretty eyes finally met his, he took your hands and squeezed them tight. “lunch? tomorrow maybe?”

you giggle, nodding, “i’m free tomorrow. where?”

luca looks up to think with a hum, “hmm, how about you show me around? show me what foods you like?”

you turn a thousand red shades brighter but smile nonetheless as you felt your heart begging to burst out from your chest, “i’ll meet you here, okay?”

luca finally lets go of your hands, leaning back onto his own two feet. “will do, y/n. you have a good day, alright?”

you nod, smiling as you waved, “of course. you too, luca.”

you disappear into the crowds, on your way to continue your work for the day and luca is off to find himself some vacancy for the next week here in liyue

a week he hoped will be filled with many many fun meals with you, talking about all the topics that existed in the world

who said a trip can’t be both business and pleasure, hm?

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

our literary and musical genius was born in the city of wind and freedom, but did have the fortunate chance of traveling and studying a few years behind the locked gates of inazuma

on his return, he had learned their language well and was able to make a name for himself as a novelist through the yae publishing house

his books came in bulks of print, many bards came to him for advice and some even commissioned him to write a few pieces of music

it was through one of these contracts that brought him here in liyue, a land made up of ancient songs and poetry, a land bountiful of wonderful inspiration, ike thought

sure, he’s passed through liyue a few times but he’s never made time to really settle in with its unique culture and mingle with its people

so imagine his plight when he saw an unfamiliar horned humanoid pass by him in the blink of an eye

he had never seen this person before, but they sure did interest him

in a way how an artist is piqued when they see another piece of art

oh, did he literally just call a stranger a piece of art?

he didn’t even know their name for archons’ sake…

horns, hm?

ike is a man of literature, as we all know, which is suffice to say that he definitely has read up on liyue history and mythology

the horned creature of these lands should be what they call the qilin, an adepti among many other kinds

knowledgeable as he was, of course, he’s never seen an adeptus in person and ike eveland is one very curious man

ah, why was he thinking of this random person? he had a job here, didn’t he?

so ike goes to meet his client as promised, a musical connoisseur who wished to start a project with him

“mr. eveland! it’s so good to finally meet you,” the client greets ike with open arms, a wide and warm smile to offer. ike accepts his welcome as he sat down before the man

“it is a pleasure, too, mr. chaoxiang.”

“how are you liking liyue so far, friend?” he asks ike

“oh, i haven’t been able to linger much here. perhaps, when i have the free time i’ll look around,” he shrugs. chaoxiang then begins to speak more about the project he intends to start with ike when he sees a familiar form pass him by

ah! it’s the curious horned creature again! oh, they were with another horned creature with soft blue hair…

“mr. eveland?”

ike snaps out of his daze and apologizes profusely, “i’m terribly sorry, i was… distracted. liyue is a beautiful place after all.”

chaoxiang chuckles heartily, “it is, isn’t it? full of weird and wonderful people. but beautiful all the same. do be sure to make time to venture around. it’s worth to take a look at, mr. eveland.”

the horned stranger disappears again, along with the other person in the corner of ike’s eye

he can only wonder when he will see them again, if fate, of course, ever permitted him

later, after the meeting with chaoxiang had finally adjourned, ike makes his way around town to find some food when he decided to stop by one particular eatery named third round knockout

decent enough for both his appetite and wallet

he sits and orders whatever he deemed palatable, before again, he sees the horned stranger he has been catching sight of twice now today

but this time, they linger a bit longer

they seem to be busy talking to the present merchants

“hmmm, they’ve been walking around the town all day, talking with different people and now merchants. i wonder if they hold some sort of important role here in liyue?” ike mumbles to himself as he studies them again

“that, you are right.”

ike pauses and looks up at the source of the voice, who seemed to be a young man clad in a brown themed suit and coat

“do you mind if i sit here with you? i couldn’t help but overhear your deductions,” he politely asked

ike nodded, not wanting to be rude, “sure, take a seat there, mister…?”

“you may call me zhongli and you are?”

“ike, ike eveland,” he smiles

zhongli nods, “ah, the literary and musical master hailing from mondstadt, are you not?”

ike chuckles, slightly embarrassed. “i guess so.”

“now, would you care to tell me what you think of our lovely and hardworking y/n of the liyue qixing? the person you’ve just made an observation about?” zhongli turns his head back towards you, who was still chatting away with the merchants

ike did the same. y/n of the liyue qixing, so they do play an important role…

“oh, nothing much, just…” caught my interest in the middle of my work is all. ike clears his throat quietly. “i’ve never seen them around. but again, i’ve never traveled much around liyue.”

zhongli hums, “i see. well, my friend, they’ve been here for… my, thousands of years already now as they are part adeptus. ever so loyal to the liyue qixing. might i ask you, why did you suddenly have an interest in them? are you not here for work?”

hoo boy this zhongli man is getting on his nerves because he’s being eerily correct

“i-i am,” ike laughs nervously, sneaking a glance (or three) at you. “part adeptus? from what i’ve read, they seem to resemble a qilin.”

“you’ve done quite the research for someone who doesn’t travel in liyue often,” the man chuckles deeply, taking a sip of his tea. “they are, just like miss ganyu. they’ve seen the rise and fall of liyue, and even as far back as the archon war. though they are incredibly knowledgable and reliable in many aspects, they do tend to… overexert themselves a bit too much. you might not see it directly, but the poor soul is exhausted from their work. and from what i’ve seen, it’s only possible they have even more work after this.”

“wait, but you said they’ve been in the qixing for thousands of years now. does that mean…?”

zhongli sighs, “indeed, unfortunately. from what i’ve heard, they’ve been like this from the very start they started working there. i wish they could realize they need a break sometimes.”

ike looks at you once again, this time preparing to leave after finishing your discussion with the merchants

he understood that work can be very, very addicting since he too tends to busy himself with it

but ike could never imagine filling his next thousand years with work, never getting the rest he needed, even if it was the work he liked a lot

“say, mr. zhongli, how is it that you know so much about y/n even as far as back as a thousand years? are you a close friend of theirs?” ike spoons himself the food he orders, waiting for a response from zhongli

the mysterious man smiles softly, “perhaps i was, once.”

after dinner, ike said goodbye to zhongli and went back to the inn he was staying in to rest

chaoxiang apparently couldn’t make it for their morning meeting, so he postponed it for later in the late afternoon

in the meantime, ike decides he would venture liyue as he planned to do

first stop: wanwen bookhouse

at the sight of bookshelves upon bookshelves of stories hidden in between pages, ike smiles

but then he sees… you

you in your mysterious but charming aura, mingling amongst literature and other literary fans

ike watches you poke around the shelves, pulling a book once then putting them back if you didn’t find them interesting

with curiosity brimming inside ike, he couldn’t help but approach a bookshelf beside you

apparently though, you hadn’t completely noticed him as you were nose deep into your chosen book

your eyebrows furrow with focus. your pupils scanned through the many blocks of text and something about it just makes ike smile

you looked attractive this way

it’s then ike notices just what you were holding pushed him to speak to you

“ah, ike eveland. you fancy his works?” he inquires first

at the sudden question, you raise your head up to look at ike and upon realizing who it is you were talking to, your face turns bright red

“i-ike eveland! u-um, hello!” you smile nervously, slamming the book close and hugging it to your chest. “i didn’t get the memo you were here in liyue. o-on business?”

ike chuckles, “yes, i am. you must be y/n of the liyue qixing?”

you could’ve sworn you never saw this man walk around liyue much, but how is it he already knows so much? research perhaps…

“yes, i am.”

the novelist nods, now averting his gaze to your very noticeable qilin horns

all this time, he’s only read about them and only see you from afar. to be able to see them so up close was marvelous

“you have such lovely horns, y/n,” ike comments, smiling as he studied them more. how they curled so daintily, the colors complimenting your entire figure and how well kept they were

but then you suddenly step back, avoiding eye contact with him completely

“something the matter, y/n?” ike asks

you shake your head shyly, mumbling, “n-no, it’s nothing. i’m just particularly shy about them is all. to have someone like you especially complimenting them…”

oh this precious soul, ike grinned

he turns to the bookshelf before him, then recognizes a certain book before pulling it out for a quick graze over its contents

“i’ve read a lot about the adepti. they were powerful and benevolent creatures, helping the people of liyue back in times of need. especially in the aftermath of the archon war,” he begins, closing the book again to face you

you seemed to have turned back to look at him as well, although still a bit shy

“i think even now, they are loyal to this land. such as yourself,” ike then hands the book to you, as a way of offering it.

“always working hard so everyone can live a peaceful life in liyue. people might respect the adepti because they are powerful deities, but for me, i respect them for having protect this land even after liyue is independent without rex lapis.”

you stare up at him in wonder, then at the book he was holding towards you. you take it from him and notice that it was a book of his

different from your pick and something you haven’t read before

ike smiles, “that’s a particular favorite of mine. i hope you make time to read it. you seem to be an avid fan of reading.”

at this, you blush madly but you return his kind smile. “i-i will! you write beautiful stories after all.”

“thank you, y/n. you’re very sweet,” ike chuckles, scratching the back of his head bashfully.

he notices how the sun is still high up in the middle of the sky, indicating how his meeting with chaoxiang won’t be until later…

and now that you’re here, he’s afraid he won’t be able to get enough time to meet up with you like this

“pardon me for asking, y/n, but,” ike clears his throat, admittedly nervous as his fingers fiddled with each other. “will you be busy this afternoon?”

“oh, not really… not until a little later. why do you ask?”

“well, i’m relatively new here in liyue and i haven’t made much friends here. would it be possible if i could ask for your help?”

archons he was asking for so much, wasn’t he? he wouldn’t be surprised if you said no to such a hasty request—

“of course! i wouldn’t mind,” you grin. ike is taken aback, for just a moment as he looked at you. your pretty and charming smile.

ike’s heart skips a beat and he lets it

“have you seen the south wharf? it’s very lively, you see. and there is also the pearl galley if you’d like to visit. the sceneries at jueyun karst are also really beau—ah, apologies,” you shy away again, holding your books close. “i’m rambling.”

but as you get embarrassed, ike laughs. “it’s alright. i’m looking forward to seeing all these places. i’m in your care, y/n.”

you had never turned so red in your thousand years of living but you don’t mind it as you walk over to jifang to get your books checked out, ike just behind

“and i you, ike.”

perhaps, ike will be returning to liyue a lot more now with you to look forward to

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

the sorcerer was born and raised in inazuma before his family decided to move to liyue when he got a bit older, now using his natural jujutsu abilities as an exorcist

he even went to the sumeru academia for a good time in his life which further strengthened shu’s powers

back home, he starts his job as an exorcist and his first mission brought him as far as to the sacred land of jueyun karst

shu was skeptical, but he moved on, seeing as there was no harm in checking it out anyway so long as he didn’t make a ruckus to anger the present adepti there

he follows the tracks of the disturbing spirit lurking around, expertly making the right turns and taking more efficient paths

it’s when shu hears the swing of a blade in the air does he stay alert and summon his weapon, inching against a wall of stone

from behind his hiding spot, shu was able to catch up on some incoherent hilichurlian

he jumps out of his spot, but is only met with the last hilichurl falling to the ground

shu searches for their main assailant, and is met with the mysterious but graceful horned figure carrying a (your weapon of choice)

were they an adeptus?

they pant as they look at their defeated opponents, the scent of a heavy fight in the air

“hey, are you okay?” shu calls out, only for the stranger to flinch at the sudden newcomer

“oh, it’s nothing! just some extra feisty hilichurls is all,” they smile reassuringly at the sorcerer, sheathing their weapon back in place as they crouch down at the defeated creatures

shu too decided to study them down, as they were the ones that led him here in the first place

a dark aura emanates from the hilichurls and it wafts of bad energy, signaling shu that these were no ordinary enemies in the wild

he surveys the area but is glad to know the only source around are these groups and nowhere else nearby to worry about

“they must’ve been disturbed by a bad spirit judging from these dark particles surrounding them,” shu puts away his own weapon, summoning a purple seal before he lays it down by the hilichurls

upon landing, the dark spirit that once lingered evaporates immediately and all is at peace again

the horned stranger hums before standing up, “it seems so. you sound to have quite the experience in the world of spirits. you must be an exorcist.”

shu laughs, shrugging, “i am. i’ve only started working a few days ago though.”

“you show great promise, mister…?”

“shu, shu yamino. and you are?” the sorcerer/exorcist offers them a hand to shake and they gladly take it with a shy smile of their own

“y/n, of the liyue qixing.”

oh shoot he literally just ran into a qixing staff!

shu bowed his head out of respect, cleaning off his casual language, “oh! pardon my uh, impoliteness, y/n.”

but you wave your hands frantically, insisting, “no, no, please. it’s alright. i’d rather you not be walking on egg shells around me, shu.”

he breathes a sigh of relief, glad that he has yet to offend anyone as he stands straight again with an embarrassed smile

“alright then! so,” shu looks around the area of jueyun karst. this place was so far away from liyue harbor though, most of your qixing duties would’ve mostly needed to be done in the city. “what brought you here?”

you ruffle through your adventuring bag and show him a few bunches of qingxin flowers, “someone at the jade chamber got a bit sick and we ran out of medicine. i rushed here to get some and ran into this troublesome lot.”

you gesture to the hilichurls lying on the ground before stuffing the white medicinal flowers back into your bag

“well, i have to hurry back now. good luck in your future work, shu. i can see you doing so much good for liyue,” you proceed to skip away, waving at the sorcerer with a bright smile. “i’ll see you!”

you finally leave jueyun karst and shu can’t help but feel something void in the middle of his chest as you disappear farther and farther away

the next day, after quite the uneventful schedule of wandering around wuwang hill, shu makes it to the south wharf to find some time for himself

after arriving home, he admittedly hadn’t been able to venture around liyue much so to rest and take things easy was a good way to end the day

“man, kinda hungry. i’lll stop by wanmin,” he mumbles to himself, taking the right lane towards the mentioned restaurant

but he’s surprised when he sees you, waiting in line at wanmin’s… half asleep

he notices how you keep swaying and your eyes not completely opened, the people around not noticing either

shu immediately runs to your side and gently taps your shoulder, which immediately wakes you and you are left to recollect where you were

“huh?” you yelp, looking around the evening streets of liyue and then back at shu, who you realize woke you up from your tiny nap. “shu! hi!” you are interrupted by a yawn before you continue what you were going to say to the exorcist, “it’s nice to see you here.”

but shu frowns, still visibly worried seeing you literally fall asleep standing up in the middle of the busy street, “hey, if you’re tired, why don’t you get some rest?”

you smile apologetically, shaking your head, “no, it’s alright. i’ll probably get back up again after i eat. are you eating here too, shu?”

stop avoiding the fact you’re exhausted, y/n…

and just in time, it was yours and shu’s turn to order

“hey you two, what would you like tonight?” chef mao greets while dusting his hands together, ready to take your meal orders

“(your favorite dish) please,” you say, turning to shu. “go on, you can order. i’ll pay for you.”

“dragonbeard noodles for me, chef mao. also,” he then digs into his pocket, rummaging through something before placing a sufficient amount of money to cover the both of yours’ meals. “i’ll be paying.”

you are about to protest when shu doesn’t even let you

“ah, ah. nope, it’s on me today. it’s alright,” he grins, pushing the stack of mora over to chef mao’s side. you didn’t have much of a choice and just smiled

after paying, you step aside with him as you wait for your orders to be finished

“hey, you really should go home. you literally fell asleep while standing up, y/n,” shu frowns, crossing his arms

but again, you shake your head, tired as you were, “it’s fine. i wouldn’t be getting any of my work done that way anyway, so…”

“can’t work wait a little? i mean, i’m sure you’re very good at your job! but, don’t you need some form of rest? is the liyue qixing that… um, work demanding?”

and now up close, shu notices the dark circles under your eyes and just how pale you were

he was worried if you had any sleep at all because of work

wait why was he so worried over you…?

“thank you for your concerns, shu. but i’ll be fine. i’ve been doing this thousands of years already after all.”

“thousands??” shu gasps, which makes you giggle.

“i suppose since you didn’t recognize me yesterday, you wouldn’t have guessed. i’m part adeptus as you could probably tell and i’ve been here for quite a while,” you put your hands behind your back. “but really, i’ll be fine. you have nothing to worry about.”

“i-i know you’re half adeptus and you’ve been doing this job for years but still…”

and shu would know what it would be like to be swamped with so, so much work being an alumni of the sumeru academia

he remembered the times where he felt like collapsing but having the obligation to push on

he’s glad it’s over but seeing someone else, he doesn’t know why it had to be you either, being overworked

shu just wanted to jump in and make sure you didn’t do all that to yourself. surely the qixing can give you a bit of a break?

“you know what? i have an idea,” shu moves past you and approaches chef mao. you had no idea what he was doing until he came back with to go boxes, one you assumed contained your meal and the other his

“come on, let’s go somewhere,” shu doesn’t wait for an answer from you as he just takes your hand and drags you along with him

“wait, shu, i have to get back to work soon—“

“oh, it’ll be fine,” shu grins. “you’ve been a long time employee. it’s about time you get some time off for yourself.”

you want to protest again, but it seems like the sorcerer won’t be accepting anymore messages…

you walk through liyue harbor, even going as far as leaving the lively city. you still don’t even an inkling what’s going on or what shu’s doing

but you somehow don’t have the heart to refuse his plans

silly, to think you just met him yesterday too

yet here you were, trusting him like you’d known him for years

after a while, shu finally stops and you take a good look at your surroundings

it’s quiet unlike the city, only the gentle chatter of fauna and whistling trees all the while the sun begins to bid its goodbye for the day

“let’s sit here,” shu tells you, pointing at a certain spot a few feet before the ledge

he plants himself down, to go boxes in his lap as he patted the spot next to him

you sigh and does as he suggested anyway

and then you see the entirety of liyue just from where you sat, blanketed in a comforting and beautiful pink-orange hue

as a liyue qixing staff working in the jade chamber, of course you’d seen liyue as a whole many times. but up there through your office window, liyue looked like it was weighing you down

but from here, with shu by your side?

it was your home, the land of where everything began, the place where all your friends and people were

you smile, without a sliver of work burdening your mind

and shu noticed that

“here,” he opens your box, handing it to you with the appropriate utensils as he did the same for himself. “dinner.”

you graciously take it from him, “thank you.”

“hey.”

“hm?”

“know when to rest, okay?”

you heart melts at the simple words, but meaningful all the same. you nod, “i will.”

unlike before as well, even the way you said it, shu knew that you meant it this time and this puts his heart at ease

not many words were spoken between the two of you, but none of you really minded

so much so shu almost doesn’t realize the weight dropping onto his shoulder. he turns and finds you nodding off, with him as the only form of support

“i told you you were tired,” shu sighs but you don’t answer him. he chuckles, “off in a different world, now.”

the sorcerer puts down his empty box and lets you doze off some more, as you clearly needed it. shu might be stuck in place, until who knows how long you’ll wake up, but he’s more than glad he could contribute to you getting some rest

and shu continues to hope that he can offer that for you as long as he could

i kept listening to the liyue music playlist while writing this and my heart has never felt more at home:( i hope yall liked this~

Masterlist!

[theteasetwrites]

They Grow Up So Fast

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: non-apocalypse AU ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 2.1k

❧ Requested by @gabymiller (this request)

❧ Summary: It's your daughter's first day of kindergarten, and the only person slightly more nervous is your husband, Daryl.

❧ A/N: I imagine Daryl would be very emotional about taking his kid to kindergarten for the first time, since he's so protective and just wants to keep his family safe. Even in a world where the apocalypse doesn't exist, he'd still be super clingy, which is so cute to me. Also love how he wants to make sure Reader is okay while he's literally just bawling. So sweet. Btw, you can imagine any era of daryl, I just thought this gif of him in season 7 looking all sad and worried was really cute.

He knew this day would come.

The day he’d have to let his daughter, his precious offspring, the one and only heir to the Dixon name, go off on her own.

Well, go off on her own to kindergarten, that is.

The five-year-old Holly Anne Dixon was just as nervous, terrified of being without her parents and surrounded by children she didn’t know.

She did well in preschool, but that was different, and this was new.

It only made Daryl’s anxiety worse, knowing how scared she was.

That morning, he ran around in circles in your modest townhome, making Holly’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich while simultaneously making sure she was getting ready.

You tried to help him, following him around like a lost puppy, but he moved so frantically and with such a quickness that you could hardly catch up to him.

“Calm down, Daryl,” you finally said, clutching to his shoulders from behind and pulling him against your chest. You pressed a kiss to his neck and nuzzled your head there for a while as he huffed and breathed heavily.

“Gotta get ‘er to school on time,” he said, looking down at his feet in slight panic.

“She’s going to get there on time,” you said, and lowered your hands to rub up and down his sides. “Stop freaking out. You’re going to freak her out.”

“Mommy!” the little girl’s voice called out from her room upstairs. “I need help with my dress!”

You laughed and circled around Daryl to kiss his nose before climbing up to her room. “Coming!”

The three-foot-five girl was standing on her tippy toes in her room, trying desperately to look at herself in the mirror that was just a little too high on the wall for her as she tried to reach behind her back to zip up her sundress of pale blue.

“I can’t get it,” she huffed in slight frustration. “Mommy.”

You smiled at the irritated little girl and knelt down to zip up the smocked bodice with ruffle detailing.

“There you go, missy,” you turned her around to look at her sour face, her naturally pink lips protruding in a pout and her eyes blinking rapidly to hold back the tears.

“I’m scared,” she said, raising her balled fists to rub her closed eyes. “What if the other kids are mean?”

You brushed her hair back, and Daryl watched through the door frame, pouting himself at the sad child.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “That’s not going to happen. I’ll bet you’ll make friends right away, and even if you don’t, you’ll have plenty of time to make friends eventually.”

She sniffled and wiped back a few small tears from her cheek. “Can you and Daddy go with me?”

You tilted your head in confusion as you rubbed her arms up and down. “Of course we’ll go with you. We’re going to drop you off, sweetie.”

“But can you stay?”

“Oh, Holly,” you sighed. “Kindergarten is for children. We’re far too old!” You poked her belly and elicited a small giggle through her shaky voice. “Besides, Mrs. Montgomery is a great teacher. She’s going to take good care of you, okay?”

She nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Daryl shook his head as he turned away from the scene, trying to hold back his tears as much as he could.

He felt horrible, ashamed at his own sadness. He was supposed to be a man, to keep you and Holly safe, and to be strong and steadfast for both of you, at least, that was what he and all men had been ingrained to believe.

Still, seeing her little face clouded with such worry and fear of being ostracized was much too familiar, and a feeling he’d always tried to keep her from having.

You had tried to convince him that it was normal for children to be scared of changes, and that the more she grew, the more she’d get used to it, but if he had the choice, he’d never let anything make her cry like that, and he’d never, ever let her grow up.

“Daddy,” she said, now standing beside him in the hallway. “Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

You followed her into the hallway with her white tights in hand, and leaned down to lift her legs one by one and tug them onto her. She always hated wearing tights, but you were wary of her legs getting too cold in the early autumn morning.

“I don’t think we’ll have time for pancakes, baby,” you said to her.

Daryl shook his head, both in response to your words and in an attempt to rouse himself from his thoughts.

“Nah, we got time,” he said.

Damn that man, he was always going to be Holly’s favorite as long as he gave into her as much as he did, but really you loved how much he would do for her.

You rolled your eyes up at him with a smirk. “Thanks, honey.”

He made those pancakes in record time, and even made a smiley face with dollops of whipped cream on Holly’s.

At 8:30, it was time to head out, and you forcibly snuggled Holly into her white knitted cardigan, with pink flowers woven throughout, handmade by her grandmother, then made the finishing touches to her French braids.

“I’m not going,” she said with another pout.

You looked up at Daryl, tired of telling her yourself that she had to go, and silently asking him for his help. Daryl might’ve been the pushover, but he was also capable of being much more stern. He would use his “dad voice,” as you called it, to get her to listen.

“Yes, you are,” he said flatly, to which the little girl flashed a death glare at her father. “Holly Anne, don’t you look at me like that,” he said with a pointed finger. “You ain’t missin’ your first day of school, you hear me?”

You huffed at the tension between Daryl and Holly, and as the child’s lip began to quiver at her father’s scolding, as she hated when he spoke in that tone, you stood up to grab your camera on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s take a picture on the porch,” you said, recalling your own parents’ tradition of taking a photo of you in front of the house on each and every first day of school.

Daryl grabbed Holly’s hand and took her out the door, her baby pink backpack bouncing with each of her reluctant movements.

It took her a while to muster a smile, but with some coaxing from you, and several funny faces from Daryl, she did.

You looked eagerly through the photos on the digital camera, admiring how well you dressed her, in her little blue dress and her black Mary Janes, not to mention the immaculate braiding on either side of her head.

“Adorable!” you exclaimed, then ran into the house to quickly set down the camera before hopping into the old jalopy Daryl refused to get rid of, insisting he could fix it up.

“Every damn kid in town goin’ to this school?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the parking lot, swarmed with parents dragging their children to whatever designated grade they were starting that day. “How the hell am I gonna find a parking spot?”

“Language,” you warned him, glaring him down half-heartedly from the passenger seat. “There!” You leaned forward and pointed emphatically at the car just ahead, pulling out with the agonizing slowness of molasses.

“Oh, come on!” He honked his horn a few times, startling Holly and causing you to yell at him. “Move your ass!”

“Stop it!” you said. “They’re moving!”

“We’re gonna be late!” replied Daryl, and soon Holly had burst into tears, sobbing in the backseat and sending a fresh wave of panic through the both of you.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching back to rub her knee in an attempt to soothe her. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“Yeah, soon as this asshole gets outta our parking spot,” Daryl replied. “Dumb bastard.”

“Daryl!”

Finally, the space was clear, and Daryl launched himself out of the car, looking down at his watch to see you all had just three minutes to get to class.

“Come on,” he said, opening the door for Holly and reaching in to release her from her car seat. “Don’t wanna be late.”

She huffed, folding her arms and pouting at her father, but relented as soon as he gave her that look. The look a father gives his child when he has had just about enough of their fussing, which on Daryl was very intimidating.

Holly had never been spanked in her life, and probably never would be, considering yours and Daryl’s stance on the subject, but Daryl’s stern glares were much more effective, anyway.

She held both of your hands, stepping up the curb between her parents as you all approached the kindergarten classroom, the walls of which were decorated with little handprints of all different colors, and named underneath each of them.

The door to the classroom was wide open, and the closer you got, the more you could see the children playing with various toys and games.

“Look, hon,” you said. “They have a kitchen set just like yours.”

She rocked nervously between you, and grasped more firmly at yours and Daryl’s hands.

“Do you really have to leave?” she asked.

“Yes, Holly,” you said. “But we’ll be right back at one, I promise.”

She looked over to Daryl, her round, cherubic face close to breaking into tears. He knelt down to hug her tight, in that big, warm bear hug that could never be replicated by anyone but her father. Something about the ways fathers hug, especially fathers who love their children more than life itself, is so special and pure.

“Tell ya what,” he said over her shoulder, “we’ll get ice cream after school, and you can get as many scoops as ya want this time.”

The last time Daryl took her for ice cream at the local parlor, she begged and pleaded for a double scoop, but Daryl was intent on making sure she didn’t have too much sugar, lest she be up all night. Today, however, was a special occasion.

“Really?” she gasped, grinning wide at Daryl. “Double scoop rainbow sherbet in a waffle cone?”

You laughed as you checked her backpack, making sure everything she needed was in there. Daryl was once again establishing himself as the favorite, though it was too cute to protest.

“Whatever you want,” he said with a crooked, almost deliriously happy smile. Quickly, though, it faded when Mrs. Montgomery called all the students outside in, gesturing for the parents to let their children go. “You be good, all right?” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Don’t want no calls sayin’ you were a little menace.” He held her hands and swung her arms playfully as she nodded with a few fresh tears beginning to form.

“We’re gonna be right here waiting for you when class gets out,” you said, turning her around and planting a kiss upon her cheek. She returned the favor, and gave you a hug before returning once again to Daryl, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

He smiled and lifted her a little off the ground, her little feet swinging daintily in the air. “Go on, now,” he said as he let go of her. “‘Fore ya make me cry.”

A quick exchange of “I love you’s” (and one last bear hug for Daryl), and Holly was gone, one of the last children to enter the classroom.

You both watched long after the door closed, and Daryl reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm tight around your waist. Though you were crying just a little, Daryl seemed to need you more than you needed him as he held back his tears with a few deep sniffles.

“Are you crying, baby?” you asked sweetly, side-hugging him tightly. “It’s okay.”

“Pfft,” he scoffed. “Ain’t cryin’. Just… got somethin’ in my eye. You okay?”

You rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Oh, my sweet, sensitive man... I’m fine. I think you’re the one who’s a little emotional.”

“Stop,” he groaned. “Guess we should go now… Just don’t wanna leave ‘er.”

“She’ll be fine,” you said, holding him closer and trying to turn around with him towards the parking lot. He reluctantly let you lead him there, but not without looking back a few times. “They grow up so fast, huh?”

He shook his head and smiled, happy at the bittersweet moment, because although he didn’t want her to grow up, he knew this was the beginning of her blossoming into the person she wanted to be, whoever that was.

“Yeah,” he said. “They do.”

~

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[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

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Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

-

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[gayaristocrat]

Pretty Boy~

Pairing: Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader

Tags: @dangerousstrawberryshark

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

‼Author’s Note‼: Boy when I tell you I had so much fun writing this!!! I'm so happy you requested this, cus' I finally can add some good Yandere Archie to my masterlist. Also, let me know if there are any typos or things that need to be fixed.

Word Count: 3,481+

Word Key:

(s/t) = Skin Tone

(h/hl) = Hairy/Hairless

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Before you came to Riverdale High, things were very simple for Archie. His routine was very simple; get up, go to school, go to football practice, hang out with the gang, have some lovey-dovey time with Veronica, and if she didn't spend the night, he'd stay home and sleep in his cold bed alone, only being accompanied by Vegas.

But upon your arrival, something inside Archie shifted, he never could pinpoint what it was about you that made him fall for you, more specifically, obsess over you. Was it the way you walked? Was it your attitude or your personality? Was it the way you dressed? Well, whatever it was made Archie feel emotions he never felt before, something he's never even felt for Veronica. Something dark, something sinister. Every time he thought about you, the more he wanted to protect you, the more he craved you. He'd constantly catch himself staring at you in the hallways and in class. He'd even follow you home after school to make sure you made it home safe. It only made it worse when your family moved next door to him in the empty house on the right, it only made things easier for him. Archie had a place in his house he would call his 'special room' that was right next to your upstairs bedroom window that gave him the perfect view inside your room.

He'd always find it adorable how you had your collection of teddy bears of many different colors and shapes, how your room was decorated with pastel pinks and pastel purples. He had to be sure to board up his window in the room so you wouldn't catch him staring at your window. Archie wanted to do things to you he couldn't say out loud, disgusting, horrific, sinful things to you. He wanted so desperately to corrupt your innocent and pure mind. He wanted to chain you up and lock you inside this hidden room and hide you from the dangerous world. He wanted to be the only one to see your pretty (s/t) face, he wanted to be the only one to see you dressed in the cute frilly skirts you always wear to school. He wanted to make you his personal lap dog so you'd happily obey his every word and command without hesitation. He was so excited to have you, he even had a box he kept locked and hidden away in the room that was filled with lingerie, dresses, skirts, crop tops, maid outfits, and much much more for you to wear only for him to see you in. Archie knew that if anyone ever found out about his secret they'd view him differently, disgusted at him like he was some monster. So he had to make sure word will never got out, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if he has to kill the ones who try to stop him.

-------Time Skip-------

The next day at school, Archie was in the student loungeroom with Veronica forcefully cuddling into his arms, making him internally cringe, but he had to keep up his 'perfect boyfriend' act so he doesn't spark up any suspicions. In front of them was Tony and Cheryl coupled up, and Betty and Jughead were doing their romantic thing, the whole group was just chatting and hanging out with one another.

The back of Archie's head was tingling, and a voice was telling him to look behind him, and oh boy was he glad he listened. When he turned his head, it seemed like time slowed down as his eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight the could have wished for walked in, his crush. (Full Male Name), the boy of his dreams walked in the room, dressed in an argyle pattern sweater, under the sweater was a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pleated white skirt that had a two black stripped lines running along the bottom of it, white high top converse decorated his feet with black fishnet stocking that went all the way up under his skirt. His nails were adorned with light blue polish, his neck that Archie wanted to ruthlessly mark up was wrapped with a pearl necklace that was white and sparkling. Utter fucking beauty. Beauty that could make any guy bow at your knees, and make any girl watch in envy.

When you walked in the lounge room you waved at the gang and Archie, making the red headed boy's face flush red as his heart fluttered. You made your way past them and went straight to the table where Reggie, Sweet Pea, and couple of other Serpent boys were sitting. You walked up and gave the boys hugs and started chatting with them, which did not go unnoticed by Archie.

It made him jealous, it infuriated him. Why couldn't he cuddle you like the other couples in front of him? Why couldn't he be the one to make you laugh? Why couldn't he touch you like Reggie and Sweet Pea did? Why would you let them defile you like that? He couldn't understand it, you let them touch you, but you don't even see them as nothing more than friends. They had no fucking right to touch what belonged to him, Archie had to fix this and he had to fix it fast. Blinded with rage, Archie unconsciously tightened his grip on Veronica's hand she forced into his, causing her to wince in the subtle pain. He quickly let her hand go at her outburst.

"Archiekins are you okay, you've been acting weird ever since the new kid transferred here?

Archie grabs and shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, and get himself back together.

"Uh, yeah Ronnie, it's nothing. Trust me, it has nothing to do with (Male Name). Um...I have to go and uh, take care of something. I'll probably see you guys later on today"

Archie unhooks his arm and hand from Veronica's grasp and stands up from the lounge couch and grabs his bags to leave, but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He walks out of the student lounge cringing at the kiss and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can, bursting through the door he locks it and checks underneath each stall to see if anybody was there before dropping his bags on the ground and walking into one of them. The more and more he thought about the kiss with Veronica, the more Archie begins to feel nauseous and quickly bends down to the toilet as his stomach rejects everything he ate that day. The sour acidic tasting liquid rushes up from his stomach, up past his esophagus, and out of his mouth, splashing into the toilet water. Tears ran down his eyes as his clenching stomach began to hurt with each gag and hurl. It literally made him sick thinking about kissing Veronica, or anybody besides you for that matter. He couldn't stand touching her, he couldn't stand looking at her, he couldn't even stand having sex with her anymore. Every interaction he had with her, he had to pretend it was you he was doing it with. He had to pretend it was (Male Name) he was kissing, that it was (Male Name) he was holding and touching, that it was (Male Name) he was fucking. Ever since the first day you transferred to Riverdale High, everything he ever felt for Veronica or did with Veronica faded away. At first he thought he was just sick, or just a phase, but it wasn't. This was something real he felt for you.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall and walked to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Spitting the water out he looked himself in the mirror. His face and neck was flushed with red, veins popping out in his neck and hands from the pressure of regurgitating, his eyes blood shot red from anger and disgust at Veronica. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Fuck Veronica for being too clingy, fuck Hiram for threatening to kill him every time he thought about ending things with her, fuck Reggie and Sweet Pea for touching you the way they did.

"FUCKING WHY!?" He screamed as he punched the glass mirror, shattering it to bits and pieces. The pain of the glass shards sticking in his knuckles was completely numb to him, so he didn't notice until he felt warm crimson liquid running down his hands and dripping into the sink. The bathroom began filling up with the metallic sent of blood. Archie slowly picks out each and every chunk of glass stuck in his hand before cleaning and wrapping it in a bandage cloth he found in his bag. He then washed his face, got himself together, grabbed his bags, and left the bathroom as if nothing happened. He made his decision in that moment looking at the mirror. He got tired of waiting for you to come around. He got tired of waiting for you to talk to him. He knew that you were too shy to admit your feelings and your love for him...right? You did love him right? I mean, all the waves and smiles you sent his way. All the times you let Reggie, Sweet Pea, and all the other boys touch you was just to make him jealous, right? Yeah, that's right. He knew you were trying to get him to confess his love first, so that's exactly what he's gonna do. This week was the week you were gonna finally be his. Count your days, cus ready or not, here he comes.

After school Archie went straight home. He skipped football practice, he skipped hanging how at Pop's with the gang. He had one thing in mind, and one thing only. Getting you.

Sweet Pea was easy to take care of. All Archie had to do was easily break into his trailer dead in the night when everyone was asleep, and easily off the poor boy before he could even scream. Each day, one by one all the boys you talked to, or even touched ended up dead. And Reggie was the last survivor. By this time, people were starting to question the disappearance of the other boys. People were staring to whisper that you had something to do with it, which caused people to start avoiding you. Ever since you transferred to Riverdale High a month ago in the middle of the year, everyone instantly took a liking to you. You were dubbed as 'skirt boy' or 'dress boy' , not as in insult or anything because people really admired how you lived by the motto 'clothes are just fabric, they have no gender'. You made a name of yourself in just a couple of months. But all of that was taken from you. People no longer wanted to be around you. No body talked to you, hugged you, or even looked at you. People became scared of you, fearing that if they were around you, that they'd disappear too.

----Time Skip----

Archie managed to get wind that Cheryl was throwing a party after school, and obviously everyone was invited . Since Archie knew that Reggie would never pass up a good party, he knew that he was going to be there, and he would finally was able to finish him off like he did to Sweet Pea and the other few boys.

When Archie arrived at Thistlehouse, it was flooded with people from school. Empty bottles and cups of alcohol crowded the floor of the house everywhere, different color lights flashed throughout the room painting people with many different colors. Horny and sweaty kids were grinding and making out with one another, and it sickened Archie. The music was far too loud for his liking, all he wanted to do was kill Reggie, find you, and get the hell out of there.

"Archie! There you are dude, what took you so long to get here?"

Archie turned at the sound of the voice. Lo and behold, it was Reggie.

"Oh hey man, what a coincidence. I was just thinking about where I could find you." Archie says to the swaying and obviously drunk man.

"Oh y..yeah, I wash jush..talkin' tah (M...Male Name) upstairs. Ya'..ya'...yah' know w..what man. He's been pretty upshet lately. Yeah, he saysh p..people have shtaped talkin tah him"

Archie just couldn't help but darkly smile, this was all too easy for him. He'd at least thought that he would have to look forward to a challenge, but no. Things were smoothly playing out for him, and he's definitely without a doubt going to take advantage of it.

"Really now? Well how about you go get him and I can drive both of you home since you're obviously too waisted to drive."

Reggie nodded and stumbled his way to the stairwell, tripping and falling over several steps on his way up. Archie quickly grabbed a drink of strong alcohol and downed it easily, hissing at the burn, and made his way to his car. He sat in his seat and patiently waited for you both to come down. Archie looked down and saw the gun in his pocket being exposed a little, so he pulled his shirt down to cover it. He could feel himself getting overly giddy and excited thinking about you sitting in his car, and how tonight will finally be the night he'll have you and permanently get rid of Reggie. A few minutes later, he sees the both of you stumble out of the house. Even you were drunk too? Fucking amazing.

Both you and Reggie hopped in the car, with you in the front seat, and Archie began driving off. Throughout the whole drive Archie's grip of the steering wheel tightened and his heart was thumping as fast as a jackhammer, and it didn't get better when you dosed off and your head landed on his shoulder. Reggie was asleep in the back seat too, which gave Archie the opportunity to get a better look at you. He could smell the fruit scented perfume you were wearing, he felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the way your skirt was hiked up a little on your leg, showing off your beautiful (h/hl) (s/c) legs he so desperately wanted to mark up, and your thicc thighs he wanted to stick his face between. Time seemed to fly by when he was staring at you, as he pulled onto the side of the road that lead to Sweetwater River. Trying not to disturbed you, Archie gently takes your leaning figure off of his shoulder and sits you up so you lean on the window. He got out of the car, woke up Reggie, and told him to take a walk with him.

The trip from the car to the river was quite short, which made Archie happy since he didn't want to keep you waiting. Both him and Reggie were admiring the view. The bright green trees standing tall as giants on the other side of the river, the glowing blue river water rushed past the rocks, splashing as it goes by. Reggie tripped and fell over the small rocks, as they were not really a reliable source for balance, especially in his wasted state. Archie stayed back a few feet behind him, and pulled out the gun hidden in his pocket, he pulled the hammer aiming it at Reggie's head. The clicking of the gun alerted Reggie as he turned around to see the origin of the noise, but before he could even utter a word out of his mouth, Archie pulled the trigger. The fast moving bullet shot out of the gun and lodged itself in between Reggie's eyes and shot out the back of his head. The power of the bullet caused blood to spew out and stain Archie's blue letterman jacket and face. Reggie's body went limp, falling on the ground instantly dead, blood flowing out of his head and trailing down into the water. Archie spit out the blood that shot into his mouth, cringing at the bitter taste of it. He stuck the gun back into his back pocket and rolled Reggie's heavy body into the river, watching as his lifeless body drifts away, never to be seen again by anyone.

Now that Reggie's gone, he'll have to find some way to break up with Veronica without Hiram being on his ass. Maybe he could set her up by getting her to cheat on him and then catch her in the act. He would have to take some time to think about it, but for now, he would just worry about that later. Now all he has to do is get back to you, and take you to your new room he set up for you. He ran back to the car, opened the door and closed it as quietly as he could so he didn't wake you and took off. While driving to his house, Archie adored watching you as you slept, lightly drooling as you did. He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently placed it on your warm leg, rubbing it up and down. He bit his lip and groaned as he felt your skin running against his flesh, he couldn't wait to have you when you got to your new home. Every now and then you'd stir in your sleep, alerting Archie, but he managed to continue his journey back. He finally gets to his house with you still asleep next to him, he clicks the garage remote to automatically open the garage and drive inside it, making sure to click the button again to close it. Archie looks behind the rearview mirror to make sure the garage was closed tight so no one can see what he's up to, then he steps out of the car and opens your side of the door, not forgetting to catch your head as it was still leaning on the window. He softly unbuckles your seatbelt, wraps your arms around your neck and picks you up, he then wraps your legs around his waist and rests his hand under your butt to balance you (also cus he just wanted to grope dat ass 😛).He shuts both of the car doors and makes his wat to the door, skillfully taking the keys out of his front pocket and unlocks the door to walk in.

Archie is firstly greeted by Vega, running to meet him barking with his wagging tail trying to jump on him for attention, only to be shushed by the red head. The barks caused you to move in his grasp and wrap your arms tightly and cuddle into the closest thing to you, which made Archie feel like he was on top of the world. He walked up the stairs, with Vegas closely following with curiosity as to who the new person was. He made it to the door of his secret room, which was now the place where he was going to keep you hidden from everyone, and opened it. He then walked in and sat you down on the floor locking a neck cuff around your neck with a pink heart shaped padlock so you don't escape. He walked over to the boarded up window he used to peak at you threw and made sure it was shut tight before pulling up a chair and silently staring at you with pride. He finally had you inside his house, finally to himself. He can finally now be the only one to touch you, to look at you, to hear your voice, and to fuck you. Just the though of it made his pants tighten. And now that you're hear, why not?

Slowly you wake up, opening your eyes in a groggy daze and a splitting pain in your head. You open your eyes and try to examine the dimly lit room you were in, or at least try to make out a figure or something. But...this..wasn't your room, these weren't your decorations, something felt off...felt..wrong. The cold uncomfortable metal on your neck made you shiver as you tried to pull at it to get it off, with little to no avail. In front of you you see navy blue adidas, calling out to the first person that popped in your mind. "Reggie?...W..where are we? Weren't we..at Cheryl's party?"

"Wrong name, (Male Name). Why don't I help you remember who I am baby?"

Archie gives you a sly look at your chained up figure before taking his shirt off. He then tosses the article of clothing to an unknown area in the room and he unbuckles his belt as he starts removing his pants, smiling at your scared and now sober quivering figure.

"P...please Archie, just let me go, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just please let me go...I'll..I'll do anything you want, anything"

"Awww, how pathetic. Don't think you're getting away from me again that easily, begging like that~"

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