#ponytail playmate

[caterpillarinacave]

For the True/False assumptions game: You are good at chess.

I’ve never played chess actually!

[misstycloud]

Yan.fiancé x royal GN.reader x yan.royal advisor

[Mc’s GN but will still be referred to as King/have traditionally male title]

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Imagine a yandere prince who’s set to marry the king of a neighbouring kingdom, finding out his future spouse may not have an ounce of space for him in their heart. Especially when it appears like the their faithful, royal advisor might’ve beaten him to it.

This was it, Karim told himself. He was finally going to muster up the courage to ask you out. While you two were already engaged and had a set date for the wedding, he wished to catch your interest the old-fashioned way; the proper way, that is.

He straightened out his shirt and combed through his dark locks one last time before knocking on the professionally made oak door. A voice from inside-which was undoubtedly yours- said ‘enter’ in a monotone pitch.

You were sitting at a large desk(probably for all the paperwork and clutter to have a home), writing in documents that he had no idea what they were for. Your were not alone in the room, though. A tall man stood beside you, seemingly waiting for your every beck and call. His long red hair was tied into a low ponytail that draped over his right shoulder. The man was none other than the royal advisor and the childhood playmate of Kingdom X’s proud monarch, Caecilius. Karim felt a drop of sweat roll down his neck as Caecilius stared at him with such an irritation that he felt wrong for even breathing in the same room. He tried ignoring it and gulped. He guessed the silence was suppose to be an indicator for him to speak first.

“Excuse me, Your Majesty, “ he bowed “I don’t mean to disturb you, but-“

“Then don’t.” You said gruffly, glancing up from your paperwork. Noticing him flinch slightly, you realised it might’ve come out too harshly. You closed your eyes and sighed, silently counting to five in your head before saying, “sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so bitter.” Pinching your eyebrows, you waved with your arm, signalling your fiancé to continue.

He fixed himself(straightening out any wrinkles on his clothes and dragging his fingers through his hair, again) the moment he got your full attention. “Ah, yes, well I was simply wondering if Your Majesty would be interested in joining me in the gardens this afternoon?’ He looked up at you with a glint of hope his eyes, still ignoring Caecilius.

“For what purpose, exactly?” You inquired while resuming working and going over the pile of documents on your desk.

“Oh, um, tea- and other things, of course! I had the cooks prepare muffins and cookies.”

“No.” You said without doubt. If you actually had been looking your fiancé in the eye, you would have seen his shoulders slump in a manner that would have his mother scold him. She’d definitively go on about how many recorses went into raising him and she refused to let him disgrace them by being mopey.

“O-oh, that’s alright. I apologise for disturbing you.” Karim muttered, sounding weak and ashamed by the end.

It might not have been intentional, but you kind of felt like he was trying to guilt trip you. “Karim.”

Said man glanced up at the sound of his name.

“It’s not because I do not enjoy your company. The reason is that I have a lot of work that needs to be done. So please, don’t be disheartened.” You encouraged him with an assuring voice. “We will have tea and snacks together another day, alright?”

Blushing, he responded, “Yes, certainly, Your Majesty.” Karim smiled, and it would’ve all ended well there if it wasn’t for the third person in the room.

“There is no reason to lie, Your Majesty.” Caecilius’ smug tone was like nails on a chalk board to your fiancé. The royal advisor put his hand on your shoulder before facing Karim. “Their Majesty actually doesn’t like tea, and sweets are something they can’t have too much of lest they feel ill. Although, this is something you should have knowledge of considering your position?” The red-haired man let the insult hang in the air.

Karim’s smile had instantly wiped off and he stood there in complete silence, trying to control his emotions while thinking of what to say back.

You were no fool and easily sensed the hostility between the two men who were supposed to be your closest companions for the rest of your lives. Not wanting things to blow out of proportion, you sent a warning look towards your advisor.

“Cecil.”

You were far from in love with Karim, but he was still your future spouse, and that meant he wouldn’t be treated however. At the end of the day, cavil was simply an advisor- albeit a royal one.

“My apologies, Your Majesty.” He stepped back and neutralised his expression, understanding he went too far this time.

You sighed and shook your head in both frustration and disappointment. Your fiancé appeared to have pulled himself together, he slowly excused himself from the scene. “Thank you for your time. I will wait for a day when your are less busy.”

You gave him a nod, an acknowledgement to his departure. The tan young man spun around and left, closing the door softly behind him. And as he did, he thought he saw a slight smirk on the advisor’s face.

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It was later in the evening that Karim returned to his chamber. He flung himself on the lavish sheets of his bed and laid there spread out, pretending to be a starfish living in the vast ocean. At least a starfish wouldn’t have to deal with unrequited love, he thought. He would only have to worry about..whatever starfish did.

Grabbing a pillow, he screamed into it. What was he gonna do now? He’d already been living in your kingdom for months now, and the already scarce moment he managed to see you were becoming even fewer. Now two whole weeks could pass without him seeing as much as a glimpse of you. The closest he’d ever get to you was the whisperers of your name from the servants.

In the beginning, when he had first head of his upcoming marriage to you, he was honestly disgusted. That was because he had the impression you’d be a greedy, old man, giggling in his seat to take advantage of a young man. It was totally wrong! That impression was no where near who you actually were. You were neither old nor greedy.

During his stay, Karim had made it his mission to find out just exactly who you were before the wedding, and what better way to gather info than from the servants working in the palace. They work in the inner circle, they know everything! If anyone would know of the king’s bad habits, it’s them. Surprisingly, though, every servant he asked said nothing but positive things about you. While they obviously didn’t know you on an individual level, they couldn’t deny that you were a good person. To summarise all their thoughts : you were a fair and hardworking ruler.

A knock sounded at his door. Karim lifted his head to stare at the door. His personal servant bowed as a show of respect and then properly entered the chamber.

“Your Highness has not eaten dinner. Should I ask the chefs to send a meal up to your room?” She asked.

“No, I’m not hungry.” After thinking breifly he asked the maid, “Is there something in particular that Their Majesty likes?”

The maid was not prepared for this bold question. A little perplexed, she thought to ask to make sure she was correct in her assumption, “I’m not sure I understand completely, Your Highness. Are you referring to Their Majesty’s likes and dislikes?”

Karim nodded and repeated the question.

Feeling somewhat put on the spot, the maid ransacked her brain in what to say, thinking on the things Their Majesty says to enjoy. “Well, they are often engrossed in reading- from what I’ve heard. They go for strolls in the garden, as well.” She tried coming up with something more but found nothing. The maid apologised, “Unfortunatly that is all I can think of. Their Majesty works most of the time and does not have a lot to spare for hobbies.”

Karim held back a sigh, not wanting to make her feel bad for not carrying the answers he wished for. “It’s alright, thank you.”

“May I ask why His Highness ask? Perhaps if I knew the reason I might be of more help.”

Now he felt a bit embarrassed. “Oh..” he scratched his cheek, “Today, I went to request Their Majesty join me in the garden but they declined. The royal advisor even said they don’t like consuming too many sweets, so that may be why. Maybe they simply don’t like me?” Karim wanted to cry at the possibility. Sure, he and Their Majesty might not be getting married because they’re romantic sweethearts, but Karim had a hard time believing he was anywhere near repulsive. He shot uo from his position. “Quick, tell me their preferences in partners!”

“Ehm..”

“You must know something, tell me.” He urged.

The maid gulped and bit her lip. Should she tell him? She did know something; though it was only a rumour, it must hold some truth. She was a mere maid, nothing like the elegant, blue blooded people she in her surroundings. Telling him would surely be a violation.

“Wait!” Karim exclaimed and surprised the maid with his sudden outburst. “Or is it that Their Majesty has never expressed an interest in anyone previously?” It was certanly rare for royals not to have had any lovers, but not impossible. He had to admit, the though made him quite giddy. Imagine if he was Their Majsety’s first.

“Unfortunately, that is not the case, Your Highness.” She said timidly, and upon noticing his dejected expression, added, “Although, they are only rumours so they might not be true at all.”

“What rumours?”

She wondered again whether she was crossing a line but decided to tell Karim anyway. “There have been rumours circling around for a very long time about the king having a lover here at the palace- someone close to them.”

“And how long have these rumours been spreading?” Karim questioned to why he hadn’t heard anything about it and why no one ever bothered to inform him about them. He didn’t know how long was a ‘very long time’ but was keen to find out.

She took a second to answer, “For three years.” She answered finally.

Three years?! He’d be a bit more understanding if it’d just been a few months, three years however, that was way too long. Wincing, Karim contntinued firing questions. “Well, who is it? There has to be an idea of who the kings lover is, right? Tell me.”

Suddenly the maid seemed even more uncomfortable than ever. “You…you have probably already met. He’s always lingering behind Their Majesty- I don’t really think he has a life beyond these walls. And-“

The young man tuned out the maids speech. He was thinking deeply.

“Someone close to them”

‘‘He’s always lingering behind Their Majesty.”

“You have probably already met”

It was obvious who it was. Who else could it be? The clues in her speech pointed to one person. Karim’s mind filled with long, red hair, and those calculative grey eyes.

Caecilius.

[iwanttolaunchmyselfintothesun]

i will leave this here and y'all can tell me what you think lol!!! IT'S PERCABETH BUT MAKE IT DRAMATIC, JELOUSY-ADDLED AND HORNY !!

Percy's downfall on the road to love is the day he moves in down the street from Annabeth. 

Because the same day Percy moves in, is the same day Luke moves out, and already she hates him.

At 12, he'd excitedly barrelled out of the moving van, eager to greet the neighbourhood kids after six hours in a car with his parents, and for the most part, they'd responded back in kind. Grover had been particularly happy to have a new playmate in the same grade as him. 

Everyone had greeted him warmly, and then there had been Annabeth.

Her grey eyes, already so unique, piquing his curiosity almost immediately, because he'd never met a girl with such interesting eyes before, they’d been tinged dark, stormy. 

Because as Percy had come to find out, with Percy's arrival in the neighbourhood, had come Luke's departure and the distance between a boy two years older and a girl hopelessly in love had become insurmountable. 

Annabeth had been frosty, to say the least.

And despite his best efforts, worming his way under her skin, so many summers, so many camps spent together, Christmas Eves, block parties, you name it, Percy's downfall remained the same. 

Luke Castellan.

Percy has never been one to play the game of jealousy. He’s been jealous, envious so long now that he’s grown used to it. 

How long have Annabeth and Luke been dating now? Four years? Maybe five? 

They’d started dating in high school, right around the time Annabeth developed boobs, an ass that had him hiding during gym class and finally tamed her crazy blonde curls. 

The spunk that Percy had always found cute, endearing, living to wage war just to watch Annabeth outwit him, well other boys started finding it cute too. They used to think she was annoying, hanging out with the boys, her knees always dirty, her hair forced into an aggressive ponytail just so it wasn’t in her way. They didn’t look twice. Percy had always looked though, always been a little in love, even if it was hard to admit to himself. But he’d held back, unsure of her feelings towards him, because every speck of affection Percy got from her, would read into and agonize over in the dark of the night, well Luke got that tenfold. So Percy had never confessed, and the day high school had started and Annabeth had walked in, her beautiful gold ringlets hanging loose around her face, just begging to be tugged on, and wearing something other than jeans and a sweatshirt, well Percy had been screwed. 

Luke, two years older and well-versed in her affection, had snatched her right up before Percy even had a chance to think. They’ve been dating ever since, and Percy has wanted to kill him ever since. But he’s playing the long game, the game of Annabeth one day realizing she’s way too good for the asshole who ditches her every Saturday night for football practice, who won’t follow her to museums just to watch her coo over the architecture. 

So here he is, jealousy is nothing new to him, it’s his every fucking day. As if on cue, Annabeth sprints towards him from across the quad, they’d had plans to meet up for coffee after their morning classes. 

She’s waving aggressively, one hand held up to her ear as she clutches her phone and in the morning light she’s so very pretty, those gold curls taunting him, begging to be tugged at. It’s a privilege he’s not allowed, though, and one he’s never seen Luke take advantage of. Bastard. All Percy’s little ADHD brain wants to do is yank at them, run his fingers through the ringlets, they’d be so soft, would his hand get caught? How would they feel? As she appears in front of him, he resists the urge to reach his hand out and touch them. 

That would be weird… super weird and not worth the consequences. 

Annabeth arrives in a flurry of movement, her hand on his arm for a quick squeeze and a bright smile while she finishes up her phone conversation. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” Percy wants to throw up, as he hears the response on the other end of the line, Luke’s rich timbre and Annabeth’s subsequent happy little sigh. Ugh. 

She turns to him as she hangs up, “Seaweed brain, what are you up to?” Resisting the urge to throw up his breakfast, that’s what. 

He plasters on a smile, allowing her to link their arms as she drags him towards the popular campus coffee shop, “I just finished class and I desperately need caffeine.” Annabeth grins, leaning into him, and is it any wonder he’s in love with her? When she’s doing stuff like this? 

Physical affection is so deeply ingrained in their relationship that it would be weird if he called it out now, but god, is it sweet, sweet torture. 

Her chest is locked tight against his arm and as usual, Percy has to recite the alphabet backwards to avoid thinking about Annabeth’s very impressive assets.

She has nice boobs and Luke is a lucky man, but sometimes he really wishes Annabeth were just a little more aware of the fact that he is a hot-blooded male and the urge to look doesn’t just go away because they’re besties. 

He very much wants to look… and feel, especially because she’s wearing a disturbingly low cut shirt and they look absolutely fantastic today. No! Bad Percy! No impure thoughts! 

He tunes back into the conversation when Annabeth smacks him, her brows furrowed, “Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?” No, he’s been having an existential crisis over her tits, obviously. 

Percy shrugs and she smacks his arm again. This time, Percy tries valiantly to keep his eyes on her face and his ears in the conversation. They’re in the coffee shop now, that much he’s noticed. “Sorry,” Percy jokes, “I told you I need caffeine.”

Annabeth sighs before dragging him up to the register, “Get him the largest cold brew coffee you’ve got please, and I’ll have a Grande pumpkin spice.” Without another word, Percy pulls out his wallet, and before she can protest too much, he hip checks her out of the way. 

The cashier is looking at him in amusement as Percy taps his card against the machine, “Spunky one you’ve got there.” “Don't remind me,” Percy groans, and he can practically feel the little blonde heathen’s gaze drilling bullets into his head, and sure enough as he turns, she’s glowering at him from the pickup counter. She hates when he pays for things, it infuriates her in a way that has Percy paying for stuff just to see the look on her face. She’s so fucking cute. 

She gives him the silent treatment for a cool minute and a half before she reluctantly starts talking again, “You’re such a dick.” “I’m sorry I didn’t realize paying for your coffee was such an asshole move, I’ll be sure to let all the other men know.” 

“You never let me pay.” “And I never will, accept it, wise girl.” She continues to fume as their coffee orders are called out, cheeks puffed up, and grey eyes stormy, “I’ll get you back one of these days.” He hands her the pumpkin spice latte she’d ordered smugly, “I’d like to see you try.” And that, that scene right there, is how Rachel Elizabeth Dare enters the picture: disastrously. 

She’s coming in to pick up an online order, pumpkin spice judging from the cup, just like Annabeth.

As soon as she spots him, her eyes light up, just like they have every time since that first political science course. “Percy!” Percy for the second time today, feels like he could throw up his breakfast, especially when Annabeth’s keen grey eyes lock onto Rachel like a heat sinking fucking missile. 

It actually feels wrong that her eyes aren’t glowing, and the whole coffee shop isn’t erupting into a mass explosion, Percy would almost actually prefer it. 

“Rachel,” Percy greets awkwardly, teeth gnashed into some semblance of a smile. 

This isn’t something Percy had ever wanted to occur. 

Because side chicks, from Percy’s deeply rudimentary understanding of the player mentality, are not in fact supposed to meet the main chick.

And Annabeth, despite having a long-term boyfriend, is 100% the main chick. 

He awaits death. 

“Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here, I’m just between my art courses right now, next is nude modeling,” Rachel winks, “You still sure you don’t want to volunteer.” Percy curses Rachel’s normally endearing confidence, because there is no possible way Annabeth can misconstrue this.

No possible way he can misconstrue this to Annabeth. 

Percy laughs awkwardly, feeling Annabeth fidget beside him, her fingers drumming against her coffee cup, her lips pursed tight in displeasure. Shit, shit, shit, he has to get out of this situation and quickly. “I’ll pass, but umm we actually really have to go, so I’ll see you later–” “Tonight,” Rachel presses him, “Tonight, you said you were free Wednesday nights right?” “Yes.” Damn him and his pre-planning, damn all the stupid ADHD strategies and coping mechanisms has mother has drilled into him! 

“Tonight then,” Rachel grins before turning her gaze to the very furious blonde next to him, he can practically feel her vibrating. Annabeth does not like being left out of the loop, and seeing as how Percy hasn’t even introduced her yet, she is probably at an all-time level of furious. “This is umm Annabeth, my best friend,” Percy trips over his words, struggling to introduce her fast enough and even still, his infuriated blonde does not look impressed. 

Rachel on the other hand absolutely beams at the introduction, probably thrilled to finally meet his infamous best friend, “Percy has told me so much about you, great to meet you.” “You as well,” Annabeth replies primly, her hand held out for a shake, “I’m so sorry I don’t think Percy has mentioned you before.”

Rachel chuckles, “I’m Rachel, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy and I are,” She pauses for a moment and the pause is truly damning, a secretive little smile on her lips, “Friends.” The way she says the word has Annabeth’s smiling, all teeth, murderous. “Of course,” His perky little blonde replies sweetly, like nothing is wrong, like she isn’t going to tear into him in a moment, “You’ll have to excuse us though Rachel, I need him for something.” “Bye,” Rachel hums happily, “I’ll see you later Percy.” Percy knows that he is doomed. 

Annabeth is in shock.

It has to be shock, there’s no other feeling it could be.

Because Percy, her best friend, golden retriever boy, gets…bitches? 

Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know what to say, she has to sit down on a park bench just to let it sink in.

Percy is looking her over worryingly, lip bitten between his teeth and a gentle hand on her arm, and when the hell did his hands get so big?

Too many things are changing, and Annabeth doesn’t like it at all.

Percy sits down next to her, awkwardly handing her coffee over, he’d taken it when he’d realized the fall risk was high.

“Was that umm your girlfriend or something?”

Percy scratches the back of his head nervously, “Or something.”

“Percy Jackson, you tell me right now or so help me god—”

He swallows nervously, those pretty green eyes of his darting away, avoiding her gaze, “We have a thing.” “What do you mean a thing?” 

“We hang out sometimes.” “Percy,” Annabeth huffs, losing her patience, “What do you mean?” His eyes dart back to her, and he grumbles, “Do I have to spell it out?” “You’re sleeping with her?”

“Surprise,” Percy mutters awkwardly, “I’m not a virgin anymore.” Annabeth has no idea what to do with this information.

Her mind, the one asset she can always count on, constantly in motion, fixing, planning, calculating and yet now, it is blank. 

An entire system reboot. It’s not like she thought Percy would remain a sexless virgin forever, he’s a boy after all, and to Annabeth’s immense chagrin her best friend is hot, really hot, actually. When they walk around campus together, other girls look on in jealousy in a way she’s only used to with Luke.  

So mentally, somewhere deep in the depths of her mind, she knew it would happen at some point. Annabeth just didn’t think she’d have to be confronted with it quite so obviously, or quite so soon. 

“Congratulations,” Annabeth forces out, eye twitching a little because she doesn’t really know what this means for their friendship. 

For as long as she can remember it’s always been Annabeth, Percy and Grover. And then, as high school started and Grover switched schools, it became Annabeth and Luke… And Percy.  

He’s never had a girlfriend before, and admittedly, Annabeth had been avoiding the possibility of it like the plague. 

But… it’s fine. It’ll all be fine. She has Luke and now maybe Percy will have this Rachel girl, and everything will be just fine. 

Fine. Is it cognitive dissonance? Absolutely, 100 % Annabeth meets the psychological definition she’d been studying in her textbook to a fucking T. Will she admit it? Absolutely not. 

So, she plasters on a smile, and turns to Percy, shoulder checking him playfully, “Glad you finally got some, I was starting to think you were a lost cause Jackson.” 

A small smile creeps up his lips, unsure, nervous, “Just a late bloomer Chase, what can I say?” 

Percy had reservations about the idea of Rachel and Annabeth meeting, it was everything he never wanted, worlds colliding, all of that. And yet, what is probably worse than the meeting itself, more awkward than her quizzing him about his relationship with Rachel, is probably her complete and utter indifference on the subject afterwards. She doesn’t bring it up again, doesn’t even acknowledge it, simply goes about her day and very pointedly avoids making any plans with him for any subsequent Wednesday nights. Percy doesn’t really know how to feel about it. 

Objectively, he knows Annabeth is in love with Luke, has been since she was a little girl. He can still remember their first meeting, how unimpressed she’d looked even as a ten-year-old, her nose turned up at Luke’s replacement. She’d turned pointedly to Grover and said very simply, “I miss Luke,” before heading off towards her house. Percy grew up with the knowledge that no matter what, he would always be inferior in Annabeth’s eyes, that he would never quite measure up to the handsome blonde boy that stole her heart with a crooked smile and eyes bluer than the sky. 

But still, Percy had kind of expected some… Kind of reaction from her upon meeting his first ever fling/situationship, whatever the kids are calling it these days. 

She’d barely reacted, and simply went on with her day, and she hasn’t asked him about it since. 

Percy watches her, sipping thoughtfully at his soft drink and then, as if compelled by some larger force, he kicks her shin lightly. 

Annabeth looks up from her homework to glare at him menacingly, “Percy, I’m trying to concentrate.” “Yeah, but I’m taking a break and if I take a break that means you have to take a break.” 

She looks up at him again, a scowl on her face, but she can’t hold it for long, her lips twitching up before she hits him. 

“You’re so annoying.” But she closes her book anyway and Percy smiles, his hand reaching for hers across the table, a compulsion he just can’t break. 

He steals her pen instead of lacing their fingers like he wants to, lets his touch linger just a little longer than is strictly appropriate, traces the line of her knuckles as he goes and shit her hands are so soft, beautiful. 

Annabeth has always had pretty hands, soft, dainty and made to draw, to ink the designs of large buildings, coliseums, plot out structures larger than life. 

He can’t help that he wants to touch them, who wouldn’t want to touch greatness? Her eyes are soft as she looks him over, heather grey, and fuck he hates it when she’s like this, soft for him, pretty, loving. It gives him hope, hope he’s not allowed to have. 

It makes him want things he shouldn’t want, makes him bolder than he should be. 

Percy decides self sabotage is the best way to fight her off, when in doubt, always best for him to stick his foot in his mouth. 

It’s one of his greatest strengths if he does say so himself. 

“How are things with Luke?” At this, Annabeth’s previously sweet countenance evaporates, her lips pursing up in irritation, all that cute sleepy contentedness going right out the window, just like his chance of a relaxing afternoon. 

“Busy, football season, you know,” Annabeth replies curtly, snatching her hand away from his to grab another pen that she almost immediately begins clicking in irritation. Got to love the ADHD rage kicking in. 

She doesn’t say much else, just glowers murderously at the nearest bookshelf, her pen clicking out death threats in Morse code. Percy has been best friends with Annabeth since they were ten, he knows exactly which buttons to press to get her to open up, she’s like an open book to him now. “C’mon Wise Girl, give me more than that, what’s going on?” “I don’t know,” She huffs, and blissfully the clicking stops, only for Annabeth to begin drawing angry scratch marks along her notes, enraged pink lines, “He’s barely talking to me, says he has practice all the time I don’t know what to do. I’m worried there’s another girl.” 

At this, Percy genuinely gawks at her, dropping his hand to the desk in affront, “Annabeth c’mon, there’s no way.” It kills Percy in the worst kind of way to defend Luke, but it’s also just the honest truth. 

Luke might be a shitty boyfriend most of the time, but he knows for sure the blonde really does care for Annabeth, even if privately Percy thinks they’ve both outgrown the relationship.

Luke cares for Annabeth in the way he always texts Percy when she has an exam, or tells him to look after her when they go out. Luke cares, but always from afar, and Percy is always left with the actual gruntwork, the boyfriendly duties the blonde should very much be fulfilling. Percy has no problem with this of course, he’d do it without Luke asking because Annabeth is his best friend, and he loves her, he’d always look after her. 

But Percy is also uniquely aware of the fact that he is a glorified boyfriend, but without the benefits. Example A: He’s in the library on a Tuesday night, sharing takeout and studying for an exam he doesn’t have tomorrow all so he can walk Annabeth home from the library. And who is she going to go home to? To their shared off-campus apartment, to canoodle and spend the rest of her night with? Fucking Luke Castellan. 

And yet, here he is, comforting her about him. As if on cue a text chimes through and Annabeth’s face lights up as she reads it, “Maybe I’m being too hard on him though, he just said he grabbed pizza for us.” “We just grabbed burgers,” Percy volunteers blandly and Annabeth barely looks up from her phone as she shoves her greasy brown paper bag towards him, “Here have mine, you need the protein anyway, don’t you have a swim meet next week?” He’d be flattered that she remembered if she actually looked up from her phone. 

After a minute she finally looks up, lip bitten between her teeth in that tell-tale look, the one that screams guilt, that she’s going to ditch him in precisely 0.2 seconds for her boyfriend. “Percy I’m really sorry do you think I can–” “Go,” Percy tells her, and it’s painless this time as she gets up, giving him a brief hug before she leaves, “You’re the best.” He’s left only moderately dejected in the library with food for two and studying he doesn’t need to do.

University is lonelier than he thought it would be, Percy thinks errantly, grabbing a curly fry from Annabeth’s bag. 

Then he calls up Rachel Elizabeth Dare. 

Might as well make it worth it. 

Objectively, Annabeth doesn’t mean to ignore Grover’s calls. His… thirty missed calls. 

Her phone rings again in her hand, interrupting her studying for about the tenth time in the last few minutes, and finally, she brings the phone to her ear, “Hello.” “Annabeth,” Grover sounds shocked that she actually picked up, and she truly has to wonder if the calls are for a good reason. “Yes, it’s me, the person you’ve called about forty times now,” She responds dryly, and she can imagine his wince on the other side of the phone. “Yeah sorry about that, I was just wondering if you’ve talked to Percy.” Percy. Annabeth frowns as she recounts the last time she saw him, their library study date last Tuesday, a week ago now, the one she’d had to cut short. 

Huh, weird, she really hasn’t seen him this week. 

“No,” Annabeth responds tentatively as she pulls up her and Percy’s text conversation on her computer, eyebrows knitted together as she goes over their many messages. 

“He seems fine, though we’ve been talking all week, said he aced his Ancient Greek quiz because I drilled architecture into his brain,” Annabeth boasts smugly as she rereads over their conversation, a smile coming to her lips. Seaweed Brain is killing college after all, she thinks fondly. Grover says nothing in her ear and the frown is back on her face, “What’s wrong? Has he not been responding to you or something? Did you two get into a fight?” 

It would be quite atypical if they had, it’s usually her and Percy who end up fighting over stupid shit. 

Grover hums on the other end of the line nervously, “We’re not fighting per se, it’s just I haven’t really been able to get a hold of him recently, and I thought maybe you were taking up all his time, that would make sense, but evidently not.”

“What do you mean ‘that would make sense’,” Annabeth imitates Grover’s gruff baritone with a scoff, “We’re not attached at the hip, we don’t spend all of our time together. I have a boyfriend, you know.” “I’m very aware,” Grover snarks back, a note of resentment to his tone, and Annabeth grabs her coffee so she doesn’t explode at him. 

Grover has never exactly been a fan of her and Luke dating, and he’s never really gotten over it. He can suck eggs though. 

“Percy is probably fine, I don’t know what you’re so worried about, he’s nineteen, not five, he’s probably just busy with swim practice, other friends you know the works.”

Annabeth tries her very best not to think of Rachel Elizabeth Dare as she lists all the things her best friend could be out doing, knowing that the redhead could be exactly what he’s out doing right now. 

“That's what I’m worried about,” Grover mumbles over the other end of the line and Annabeth sighs, “If you really want I’ll go check on him.” “Umm,” Grover sounds unsure now and Annabeth sighs in irritation, “Grover pick a struggle here, are you worried or not?” “Fine, fine, don’t worry about him, I’ll just keep trying to call.” “No,” Annabeth asserts, “You called me forty times, I’m gonna go over to his apartment and see how he’s doing.” 

“It was not forty Annabeth! And no, I don’t think that’s a good idea Percy is umm obviously busy with something, I’ll just wait until he resurfaces. It’s fine.” Annabeth reluctantly agrees before hanging up the phone, telling her very neurotic friend to cool his jets, preaching about the art of calmness. And then she spends the next twenty minutes glaring at her calculus homework. Because Grover might sort of be right, she hasn’t seen Percy in exactly a week, and despite talking over text he’s made absolutely zero move to see her. It’s very un-Percy like of him. It’s weird. 

She doesn’t like it at all. So, because she can’t concentrate on anything else, she packs up her stuff and trudges towards Percy’s apartment with purpose. What the hell is her best friend up to?

Percy, Annabeth finds out is studying. 

But not alone. No, to Annabeth’s immense horror she finds her best friend in the coffee shop on the first floor of his apartment building, a favourite haunt of his. He’s snacking on a scone and staring at his political science textbook like it holds the answers to all the questions of the universe, and next to him, smiling secretively with every glance up, is a girl. A very beautiful girl. 

A girl that is far too pretty to be sitting in this dingy little coffee shop with her best friend. She’s the kind of girl that you see on Pinterest, the girl everyone else wants to be, hair perfectly coiffed, falling in silky chocolate caramel waves down her back, like the most delicious caramel macchiato Annabeth has ever seen. 

Her eyes are a dark chocolate colour, framed by thick full lashes and everything about her is so striking that Annabeth has the undeniable urge to take her phone out and snap a picture, because she simply cannot be real. 

She smiles again, a hand darting out to pinch Percy’s arm, and he looks up at her with a smile of his own, one Annabeth realizes dully that she has missed over the past week without him. 

Shit. 

For the second time, Annabeth’s brain struggles to reboot, and she can almost hear the Windows XP startup sound in her head as her brain begins to compute the image in front of her. The conclusion she comes to is not one that she likes, not at all. 

Percy, her very innocent, very wholesome, loving best friend, might just possibly be… a player?

A whore? Is that the right word? Annabeth genuinely doesn’t know. 

Percy laughs at something the girl says, leaning in, and she watches with laser focus as he touches her arm, how comfortably he does so, how he doesn’t move his hand right away. The next thing she knows, said hand is wrapped around the girl’s waist and he’s leaning in to help her with something, close, so close, way too fucking close. 

Annabeth is left utterly confounded as she witnesses her best friend smoothly flirt with this beautiful girl, not an ounce of hesitation in him. He’s absolutely brimming with confidence, mouth at her ear, whispering things to her, cheeky jokes and an endless amount of reasons to touch her.

What do they say about change? That it’s good? That it brings innovation, all that jazz? 

After all where were modern architecture be without the change brought on by mother, Zaha Hadid? What about the differences between the ancient Greeks, the Romans, the aqueducts? 

So change is supposed to be good, that is well established, and hadn’t she been thrilled when she and Luke finally started dating, the best change to mark the rest of their lives together. 

But as she looks at Percy, changing right in front of her eyes, all she feels is cold dread. 

Her thoughts are insidious, selfish and worse than Percy deserves when he’s always so good to her. But all Annebth can think is that he shouldn’t be touching this girl so familiarly, shouldn’t be stealing sips of her coffee, shouldn’t be doing any of these things with anyone except her. 

Inexplicably, Annabeth finds herself grabbing her phone, typing in a number she knows by heart, etched into her fingertips, and before she can stop herself she’s dialing. She can’t help it as the tone rings in her ear, she just, she needs the reassurance, the knowledge that she’s still the most important no matter how selfish it may be. 

It takes two rings, and Annabeth watches with bated breath as Percy and the beautiful girl next to him both glance at his phone curiously. 

Will he answer it? She can pinpoint the exact moment he realizes it’s her because he’s snatching his phone like it’s about to burst into flame, giving the girl an apologetic smile before he’s standing up and walking away and then–

His voice is in her ear, a little out of sorts, but it’s the deep baritone she loves, raspy as he tries to keep himself quiet, “Hey.” Annabeth practically melts, her entire mood shifting, calm now with his attention, “Hey.” Percy chuckles on the other end of the line, and Annabeth watches as he heads towards the exit of the cafe, looking for somewhere quiet. Shit. She stumbles, hiding herself behind a nearby pillar and thanking the gods for structural building supports. 

“What’s up?” Percy asks and Annabeth allows her guilt to catch up with her finally because what the fuck is she doing? How needy is she? She’s calling him while he’s on a date? How very unhinged and very un-Annabeth of her, it’s actually ridiculous. “Umm,” She struggles, “Not much, just missed you.” This is evidently the wrong thing to say because she can hear his breath hitch, can feel how his smile has probably lit up like the sun, “Of course you did, I’m great I’d miss me too.” Before she can help it, she’s quipping right back, “I’ve changed my mind I don’t miss you anymore, you’re too smug already, you don’t need the attention.” “Wait–” He’s chuckling in her ear, “I do I need all the attention now tell me what’s up Annabeth?” Damn him!

“Umm not much, I just thought we could hang out later if you weren’t busy.” 

Annabeth glances around her pillar to see Percy lingering near the outside of the cafe, leaned up against his own pillar, she catches just enough of a glimpse to see him frown. 

“I’m a bit busy tonight,” Percy tells her evasively, “How about tomorrow?” Annabeth bites her lip, “I’m not sure if I can do tomorrow, yet I’ll let you know, I have a weird group project.” Percy laughs, “With the guy from your interactive arts and media class? The one who’s always wearing suspenders?” Annabeth groans, “Yes, that one.” “Good luck with that Wise Girl.” “Thanks Seaweed Brain I’ll need it.” “Okay well I’ll let you go then,” Percy tells her and Annabeth hums into the phone line, about to say her goodbyes, only vaguely comforted by the call. Because sure he’d picked up, but he hadn’t dropped everything for her. And shit is she going to become that girl best friend. Please gods no, she has to get it together. Just before they hang up though Percy gets one last line in, one last little sentence to melt her heart. “Hey Annabeth?” “Yeah?” “I missed you too.” And then he hangs up, and Annabeth watches her best friend walk back towards his date with another girl with the biggest smile on his face she’s ever seen. It hurts because she doesn’t know which girl the smile is for. 

[bleachanimefan1]

EverRealm

There's One in Every Family,

Cedric, Elora, and Sofia decided to set up camp, seeing that the sun was starting to go down. Koa flew down and sat perched on Elora's shoulder. Cedric landed the coach and waved his wand to unload the bags. Sofia started to set up the sleeping bags and Elora walked over to the food compartment of the carriage to start some dinner up. As she opened, Elora blinked in surprise as she saw something inside. "Uh, are we expecting any expecting guests?" she asked. Sofia and Cedric both turned to her.

"No, why?" Sofia questioned. Elora pulled out Clover from the food compartment in the carriage. He was munching on a couple of radishes. "Look who I found rummaging around in our food."

Sofia quickly took the rabbit from Elora. "Clover, I told you stay back at the castle!"

"I didn't know when you'll be back. The palace would've been boring without you. So, here I am!" Clover told her.

"Clover, it's not safe." Sofia replied.

"And it's not safe for you as well."

"It's too late to return him back and we're all the way out here." Elora said.

"I guess it's alright if the vermin-I mean, the rabbit stays." Cedric murmured and went back to get started on the fire. Nighttime had fallen and everyone ate their dinner and turned in for the night.

"Good night, you guys." Elora told Sofia and Cedric.

As soon as Elora closed her eyes, she went fast asleep.

In her dream, Elora found herself wandering in the cobblestone streets of a strange town. She could smell the salty sea in the air. Her home, possibly maybe, a memory? Elora decided to dive in deeper. She had to find out. She had to remember! Elora saw that she was a child again as she looked into the reflecting from a puddle of water. From every corner, there were people towering over her with menacing stares and glares. There were several bandits robbing a store, a person randomly getting mugged in an alley. People begging in the streets, peddlers who were really con artists, selling fake trinkets and jewelry and other merchandises. Elora felt her body move as she was being pulled towards a man who was walking in the street, accompanied by a woman, who was dressed in guard armor. The man was an elf and appeared to be middle aged. He had long black hair with some graying in it, one strand up in a ponytail while the rest lay loose. He was wearing silk red luxurious garments made for a noble, dark forest green eyes like hers. The woman beside him was a human, appeared to be in her mid 20's, blue eyes, brown hair with braids along the side of her head folded into a small messy bun. She moved with grace in movement. As they got closer, Elora purposely bumped into the man, causing her to stumble.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, innocently.

"It's alright, my dear. Are you okay?" the man asked her, holding Elora. Elora felt her hands slip into the man's pockets, taking small stash of coin.

"I'm fine! I really must be going now!" Elora smiled, but before she could run a hand grabbed her wrist in an iron like grip. It was the woman's.

"Do you really think you can fool and steal from the king?"

"Let me go!" Elora shouted, trying to break out of the woman's arms.

"What should we do with her, your majesty? Throw in in the dungeons?"

The king eyed Elora curiously, narrowing his eyes and bent down to her.

"Such a young lady wandering these dangerous streets. Can you tell me your name, child?" the king asked her.

"----." Elora told him, softly. Elora tried to remember what she had said. It had to be her real name. What was it? It drove Elora even more frustrated as she couldn't remember it.

"Your mother and father must be worried about you." the man spoke.

"My mother's dead. My father left before I was even born." Elora glared at him. His eyes widened before softening a little. Elora noticed that he appeared sad. He looked at the woman.

"We'll take her to the castle, Amaya. I'm sure my daughter would love to have a little playmate."

Elora was taken to the castle by the king and the woman. As they stepped inside, Elora peered behind the king's leg to see another elven child with long, slightly curly, black hair and blue eyes playing with one of the servants. She was wearing elegant blue dress robes.

"Vana, could you come over here for a moment. I have a new friend for you to play with." the king spoke. Elora saw the girl run over to her father, smiling as soon as she saw him. Then her smile dropped a little, looking at Elora, curiously.

"Father, who is this peasant girl? She's filthy!" Elora narrowed her eyes at her. She did not like this girl, not one bit.

"Vana, that's not nice-"

"Well, at least I'm not a royal snob like you!" Elora blurted out. Vana stared at her in shock, surprised, that someone actually insulted her for the first time.

"How dare you! Do you know that you're talking to the future queen!" she shouted about to lunge at Elora. The king grabbed her before she could grab Elora. The guards woman held Elora back from fighting Vana as well.

"Vana, this is ----. She's going to be your playmate. She's going to be staying with us from now on. You've always said that you wanted a sister."

"Elora!"

"Elora!"

"Elora! Wake up!" Elora felt herself being roughly shaken awake. Her eyes quickly flew open, seeing Sofia above her. 

"What's going on? Is it morning already?" Elora groaned, sleepily, and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

"No! Those lava creatures are back!" Sofia shouted. Elora's eyes widen and she saw Cedric trying to fend off the three creatures with his magic. But it did very little damage. Elora quickly grabbed her staff and got up, running over to help Cedric. 

"Cedric, duck!" Elora shouted. Cedric quickly ducked down, and Elora fired a frost spell at the lava creatures. They steamed and hissed in pain and slowly backed off a bit. Elora fired another blast with her staff, completely coating the creatures in ice, freezing them inside. Elora turned back to Cedric.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, helping Cedric up. Sofia ran over to them.

"Yes. I'm fine." He spoke. Elora looked back at the creatures that were frozen in ice.

"Those were the same creatures that attacked before."

"Maybe we should get moving. If they found us here, then they might send more." Sofia suggested.

"I agree." Cedric spoke. Everyone began to pack up, putting the gear back on the coach. Then there was a sudden rustle in the bushes that made everyone stop.

"You don't think there's more of them, do you?" Sofia asked. Cedric and Elora braced themselves as they watched, silently waiting. A few more minutes went by, and nothing happened.

"A wild animal, maybe?" Elora wondered. 

Then a blast of magic fired from the bush, aiming at Cedric. 

"Mr. Cedric!" Sofia cried out. Elora quickly ran into him, the two of them falling to the ground. The blast of magic slammed into the coach, destroying it. The flying Pegasus took off, scared, leaving the others stranded. Elora pushed herself up, looking down at Cedric. She blushed, seeing that she was on top of him. Cedric stared back up at her, blushing as well, still stunned. Elora quickly got up, getting off of him.

"I'm sorry." She told him, helping Cedric up. Sofia ran over to them.

"Are you both alright?" She asked worried.

"We're fine. But who attacked us?" Cedric questioned. Then they heard someone, stepping out of the bushes. Elora's eyes widen as she saw an elven woman who appeared in her early 20's, with wavy long black hair and blue eyes, wearing the same blue dress robes in her dream. It was Vana, but much older now. She had a staff like Elora's, but a dark blue gem encrusted at the top.

"If you want to do things, you gotta do it yourself." She muttered, bitterly, glaring at Elora. Cedric quickly pushed Sofia behind him, holding out his wand to the sorceress. Elora kept her eyes on her as well.

"Vana." Elora spoke. Both Cedric and Sofia stayed quiet, looking at the two.

"Elora, do you know her?" Sofia asked, softly.

"Hello, dear sister, I didn't think to see you alive again, especially after the fall." Vana smirked and looked over at Cedric and Sofia. "And what do we have here? A bumbling fool and a little pampered princess. What interesting company do you have. Although, the scrawny one does look cute." She finished, looking at Cedric. Elora, stood in front of him, blocking Cedric and Sofia from her view.

"They're my friends." Elora told her. "Whatever problem you have with me, leave them out of this. What do you want?"

"I want what you stole from me. My birthright." Vana smiled, darkly, pointing towards Elora's staff. 

[atypicalacademic]

WIP Whateverday

Thank you for the tag @cumbiazevran and @aria-i-adagio!! Calling upon @dumpsterhipster @dirty-bosmer @memaidraws and @ollifree as per usual! Bringing to you the first draft of a Hallowed Ground excerpt, this time featuring babie Teldryn and Savos, and an even babier Zennat!

"War'll end soon." Savos stood grim as any Khan, arms folded, swaying from side to side in the evening breeze. "We're not going back."

He lifted his nose to the air when Zennat's ponytail bobbed from behind the sandcastle, and he began to sniffle. Teldryn stomped his foot, kicking up a cloud of sand. "Ugh. You'll make him cry again."

If they weren't so short of playmates they wouldn't have taken Zennat along anyway, no matter how much the Councillor's hirelings bribed Teldryn and Savos with a dwindling supply of merrow canes and sweetmeats.

No, that was a lie. He wouldn't have taken Zennat if Teldryn's Alma hadn't warned him not to. The princeling was still an Ashlander's son, she’d said, and who knows what kind of foul blight-magic his father had whispered to him while he slept. (The other word she didn’t say anymore. Not in the Councillor’s drawing room. He-re-sy.)

To be sure, Teldryn was disappointed. Zennat was four and barely any fun; the most he did was crush wriggling scribs with the blunt end of his wooden spear. And he howled and kicked like a nix-hound every time Savos tried to pry his empty soul gem away to look at it.

"Don't be a baby." Savos complained. "Look, Zen, ash hopper!"

But Zennat had his hair bunched between his fists now, his face scrunched up like he was fighting a wail.

"Okay, okay, you'll get to go back. See?" Teldryn said, pointing bravely at the fog. "Still there."

He wasn't sure what counted as being there; in his Ata’s maps, Blacklight looked to be right where he'd left it, an outward crease at the mainland’s edge and not a dot out of place, but still they called it lost.

[fanaticsfashion]

The Classic Charm: Crafting the Iconic Barbie Ponytail with Bangs

For generations, the iconic blonde, blue-eyed Barbie has been a beloved playmate, sparking imaginations with her infinite career possibilities, glamorous outfits, and her timeless hairstyle. The quintessential Barbie ponytail with bangs has become a defining image associated with this cultural icon. It's a sleek, polished look that effortlessly transcends trends and has left a lasting impact on hairstyling across the globe.

So, what makes the Barbie ponytail with bangs so special, and more importantly, how can you replicate it? This article will unpack the magic behind the signature Barbie hairstyle and guide you through the process of crafting your own Barbie ponytail with bangs at home.

The Quintessential Barbie Style

Barbie’s look is one of timeless elegance and charm. Although she has undergone several transformations throughout her long history, the original ponytail with bangs remains her most iconic look. This style hails from the 1950s, an era marked by refined, sophisticated trends in fashion and hair.

Aesthetically, the Barbie ponytail with bangs is a symbol of poised perfection. The high ponytail, bound tightly and falling down her back, is the embodiment of her active, adventurous spirit. Simultaneously, the perfectly cut bangs, covering her forehead, project a youthful and vibrant image.

The Symbolism Behind the Hairstyle

The Barbie ponytail with bangs is not just a hairstyle; it's a statement. It represents a sense of grace and beauty, mirroring the essence of Barbie herself. As a role model, Barbie is self-assured, intelligent, and elegant. Her iconic hairstyle reflects these qualities and sends a powerful message to girls and women that they too can be confident, successful, and stylish.

Moreover, the hairstyle has a timeless appeal. Even as Barbie has evolved over the decades, her original hairstyle continues to captivate audiences. It's a testament to its timeless nature that it remains an aspirational look, adored by hairstylists and fashion enthusiasts alike.

The Steps to Create Your Barbie Ponytail with Bangs

Now that we have unveiled the allure of the Barbie ponytail with bangs let's get into the practical aspect. Below is a step-by-step guide on how you can recreate this iconic look.

Step 1: Prep Your Hair

To begin with, ensure your hair is clean and dry. A good shampoo and conditioning session are vital for the hair to be manageable and glossy. Once your hair is ready, comb it thoroughly to remove any tangles.

Step 2: Section Your Hair for Bangs

The next step is to section your hair for the bangs. Use a comb to part your hair, starting from the top of your head, down to your ears. The parted section will form your bangs.

Step 3: Cut the Bangs

Now, it's time to cut the bangs. Comb the parted section forward, and carefully trim it to your desired length. Remember, Barbie's bangs are cut straight across, just above the eyebrows. If you're unsure about this step, seek professional help.

Step 4: Secure the Ponytail

Next, gather the rest of your hair into a high ponytail. Ensure it's smooth and tight, with no loose strands. Secure it with a hair tie, ensuring it's positioned high on the back of your head.

Step 5: Style the Ponytail and Bangs

Once you've secured your ponytail, use a straightening iron to style your hair. Barbie's ponytail is perfectly straight and smooth. Similarly, straighten your bangs, ensuring they lay flat against your forehead.

Step 6: Final Touches

Finally, spray a light coating of hair spray to keep everything in place. A few spritzes should suffice to maintain your Barbie ponytail with bangs throughout the day.

Rocking the Barbie Look

The Barbie ponytail with bangs is more than just a hairstyle; it's an iconic look that has inspired generations. By replicating this style, you are not just paying homage to a cultural icon but also embracing a timeless hairstyle that oozes elegance, sophistication, and style.

Moreover, the beauty of this hairstyle lies in its versatility. You can rock this look at a casual gathering, a formal event, or even on an everyday basis. The Barbie ponytail with bangs truly is a hairstyle for all occasions.

Conclusion

The Barbie ponytail with bangs is an iconic look that has stood the test of time. It's more than just a hairstyle; it's a statement of elegance, sophistication, and self-confidence. By following the steps mentioned above, you can recreate this classic hairstyle and embody the spirit of the timeless Barbie. So, get your comb, straightener, and hairspray ready, and step into the world of glamour and style with your Barbie ponytail with bangs!

[divineslcyer]

Mishil easily entered her flat, her residence a private building that she'd stolen under another alias---her home. her safe haven. It was undetectable and that's how she liked it. Before she could open the balcony sliding door, she saw it was open... Ah. He must be home. She eased off her mask and set it on the counter as she entered the living room space. She eased off her ponytail, running her hands through her hair as she set down her most recent prize. Moving to the fridge, she pulls out a beer and cracks the lid off with a snap of her wrist.

That was when she saw his familiar silhouette. ❝ Okairi~, ❞ She snorted, giving herself a swig. ❝ No injuries, came here to take a break from your lil playmates? ❞

@divineslcyer || plotted

A veranda high enough to overlook a majority of other nearby rooftops, that's where he found himself. It was an urge he didn't seem to care to circumvent that had brought him there. So he let himself follow it each time, like the comfort of addiction. He'd scaled up and climbed his way to reach this spot and sure, it gave him an optimal vantage point of the city, it was a good spot to clear his head on most occassions but, it was also attached to her place. He liked to tell himself she kept the gliding doors open just for him. At the very least they were usually unlocked. Front doors? Who needed 'em!

He enjoyed the subtle arrangement, regardless of frivolous details. And took quite easily to allowing himself in. She'd be around eventually.

[crazymisscarly]

“Tapes of Us”

A Bughead story I started writing before 4x17 came out, in which I ignore everything that happened after 4x16 for my own mental health :P

Key points to note:

- The main focus is on Betty and Jughead’s lives after the wide release of their sex tape

- They are striving for living the dream of solving every mystery in Connecticut and eating a lot of pizza

- The Ghoulies are back and more problematic than ever

- Betty is pregnant, but that’s not going to stop her from going to Yale

- Archie doesn’t abandon the Community Centre

- Jughead punches Archie for trying to hook up with Betty (who is NOT keen)

- Jellybean is a 10/10 sibling who has plenty of humorous moments

- I try desperately to spell words the American way with mixed results

- Polly and Charles are not neglected or written off as mere problems to the Cooper-Jones-Smith clan

- Toni and Cheryl are actual QUEENS

- The Serpents are Serpents

- Jughead driving around town on a motorcycle

- Red Raven Rum is a booming business

- Betty and Jughead escaping Riverdale and living in a Combi

- Alternative Voyeur (no auteur, and definitely no Jellybean as an evil character)

[notinwonderlandanym0re]

The beanies gone, so I guess we’re saying goodbye to the ponytails too? 😭

[a-bit-of-addie]

jug is a kinky motherfucker grabbing her by the ponytail. i’m losing my shit

[arabaka]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gojo satoru x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: pregnancy. you have a child with gojo. angst/fluff abomination. petname use (baby). hints that reader has a different eye color. WORD COUNT: 597 PSD CREDIT !!! *₊˚💬୧ to the man that has my heart and my wallet.

Gojo thought he knew fear. But then he held your son in his hands for the first time and realized that he, in fact, hadn’t even scratched the surface of the emotion.

Your son bears so much resemblance to him, Gojo can’t help but think that he too, was once like him. Small. Dependent. Pure. In your son, he sees the world and he sees potential. The ability to start anew, free of the burdens he was born with. But he can’t be sure of that, not until–

“Hey baby?” He calls to you from his spot on the floor.

Your head pokes out from the end of the hall, hair up in a sloppy ponytail he insisted he help you with. "Yes?" You can't just take a peek, though; catching Gojo lying next to your 4 month-old is a daily occurrence but you never get tired of seeing it.

You have your phone out by the time you get there, ready to add to the endless digital album, but you catch Gojo, your Satoru, looking a little forlorn. "What's wrong?" Your voice drops to a worried hush, knees dropping hard to the floor but rugburn is the least of your concerns right now. Your fingers clamor for your baby, rushed but delicate in picking him up from the playmat. Gojo reacts just as quickly, disarming the situation with shhs and gentle reassurances. "Everything's fine, sorry, sorry! It's just…"

You hold your baby up, his and Gojo's faces mirroring each other serendipitously, before bringing him close to your chest. You've seen Gojo look this way before, when he's deep in the trenches of thought and you already know what he's going to ask by the time he opens up to speak.

"When will his eyes change color?"

He knows it's an irrational fear. No two users of the Six Eyes can exist at the same time. On top of that, he would have sensed the signature cursed energy from your baby, even more so as he's gotten older. But those facts don't stop his heart from aching just a little bit every time he looks into your son's cerulean blues.

"Satoru…" He knows you share his burden. You have since you promised him eternity. Cutting through the terse moment of silence is your baby, ever the laughing boy, cooing and turning with outstretched arms for one person. His father.

So you lay your baby back down next to Gojo but not without joining your boys on the floor as well. "It could be a few months." Your voice gets a little quieter. "Maybe longer."

His hand finds yours and he holds you tight, craning his head over to see your son, none the wiser to the plight you share. His feet kicking and his hands clumsily reaching for the playmat’s attached mobile, he's the picture of innocence. Gojo wants nothing more than for him to stay that way.

"Hey," You coax Gojo from his spell, "We'll be fine. Even if things aren't." Your thumb runs circles on his knuckles, "Trust me?" You ask but you already know the answer.

It's days, weeks, and then months. Gojo got what he wanted; your baby boy to have your eye color and not a hint of his azure hue. Looking back, he doesn't know why he was so worried when the logic was sound then as it is now. He can breathe a little easier now that–

"Satoru?" You call from the bathroom. "C-Come here!"

Two pink lines stare back at you and then at him.

[chuuyrr]

hi po! pede po bang pa request ng baby! Fushiguro x bsd na nag ka crush sa port mafia? kayo na po bahala kung sino and pede nyo naman din hindi gawin yung request (´∀`)

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader has a crush on akutagawa

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible bungou stray dogs spoilers, themes of fluff, soft(?) akutagawa

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader

hello yes i opened requests as of 06/09/22 :D thank you so much for requesting bb!! i couldn't decide which port mafia scarlet fushiguro bb reader will have a crush on, so im doing akutagawa ryunosuke because he's so pretty, and so is gin (insert bi panic) and i might do a separate one for chuuya because im biased but idk yet, anyway enjoy ♡

apart from the armed detective agency, you spent time in the port mafia base too, mostly because chuuya was there. it started when you came back to their world and ended up straight to where chuuya was because you missed him. he panicked at first because the port mafia isn't a place for children. two, he doesn't know how mori and the other members will react.

but that was until you ended up running straight to elise, and she ended up liking you a lot. so as to not upset elise-chan, mori, and the rest of the mafia, they treat you nicely, but also because they want to get on your good side since they discovered you were a special gifted person who has great aim and wits, and you could be a valuable asset to them.

you haven't really met the black lizards since you were often at chuuya's office or at mori's office because elise, your playmate, was there. so, while you were at mori's office, coloring and doodling on paper together with elise while chuuya and mori were discussing mafia business, the door opened to reveal a young man with choppy black hair with side bangs that reach his chin and turn white at the tips and sharp gray eyes dressed in a long black coat and white dress shirt with layered ruffles on the chest.

"[name]-chan? [name]-chan?" elise noticed you had stopped drawing and was staring at the boy, who had just entered the office, with wide eyes. "what's wrong?"

"nothing!" you quickly responded to her and returned to your drawing, smiling at elise, who was perplexed.

but you kept sneaking glances at him as he bowed to chuuya and mori, and that's how your small crush on the rashomon ability user blossomed, and it wasn't long before chuuya and the rest of the port mafia discovered it.

"oi, [name]-chan! why are you ignoring me?" chuuya pretended to pout as he furrowed his brows at you, who had her attention else where. the two of you were playing cards together somewhere in the port mafia base since it was his break. "i thought i was your favorite and not dazai."

"i'm not ignoring you." you responded without even batting an eye.

"yes, you are! who are you staring at anyways?" chuuya huffed and narrowed his eyes, feeling a little jealous.

"pretty boy!" you pointed your index finger at the boy in the long black coat who was conversing with the girl in the ponytail who had her face hidden.

"pretty what?!" chuuya's eyes widened in surprise as he dropped the cards in his hands.

"him!" you cried out again, a smile on your face, as you tugged on chuuya's sleeve.

chuuya screamed, "AKUTAGAWA?!"

you nodded vigorously before leaping from your seat and sprinting towards him, causing the black-haired boy to take a step back when you placed yourself in front of him. you extended your hand, pointing at him, with a determined expression and a smile on your face.

"i like you!" you exclaimed.

as his sister and the rest of the mafioso in the room paused from whatever they were doing, akutagawa shifted his gaze to you and pointed at himself, perplexed. "me?"

"yes, and i'm gonna marry you too!" with that, you ran right into him, wrapping your tiny arms around his legs and rubbing your cheek against his stomach.

his normally sharp and devoid gray eyes widened as a faint blush of pink spread across his cheekbones. gin, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh quietly behind her mask as the other mafiosos in the room stared at you as if you were insane. you couldn't really blame them. because of all the people you had to choose from, it had to be the merciless and blunt mafioso over someone sweeter like chuuya.

"o-oi! what the hell are you saying?!" akutagawa stammered out, attempting to distance himself from you.

"i said i like you and i will marry you!" you repeated, and this time, his face burned beet red instead of pink.

"stop spouting nonsense kid! you are not marrying me!" akutagawa grabbed you with rashomon, a black tendril wrapped around your body that yanked you upwards in the air, away from him.

"yes i am! it's not nonsense! it's love!" you giggled as you traced a heart in the air with your now red glowing index fingers.

"shut up! s-stop that!" he scowled at you before gently handing you into chuuya's arms and storming away, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"jesus christ, kid. why did it have to be him? dazai and the agency is going to freak out." chuuya shook his head and mumbled, as you waved your hand at akutagawa as he walked away.

and, true to chuuya's words, dazai and the armed detective agency freaked out when they discovered your crush on a port mafia member, specifically the scariest and meanest mafioso. our poor detectives truly believed that someone with a special ability or some sort of black magic was behind all of this.

"you like akutagawa ryunosuke?! why?"

atsushi was in so much disbelief.

what do you see in that guy that they don't..?

"mhm! he's a pretty boy and his ability is super cool. everything about him is just dreamy!" you expressed, throwing your arms in the air before clasping your hands together. "and i already made up my mind that i'm gonna marry him!"

dazai instantly became a splitting image of your dad, gojo satoru. "no, no, no. you're not marrying anyone little missy! not on my watch, ya' hear?" he placed his hands on his hip, peering down at you.

"but why?" an adorable pout contorted on your face at that instant.

"because you're too young and you should only marry the person you really love!" dazai argued, puffing his cheeks.

"then i'll marry him when i get older!" you bit back. "i love him already!"

"why not.. i don't know.. someone like.. chuuya-kun? actually, no. nevermind that. he's a terrible choice, [name]-chan." dazai scratched his head, grimacing a bit when he mentioned his old partner.

"i don't like chuuya-nii!" you stuck your tongue out, folding your arms.

"ah, thank goodness! i'm glad you agree!" dazai draped the back of his hand on his forehead as leaned back dramatically, faking a tear.

"i'm still marrying him! you can't stop me!" you persisted, running towards the door to head to your "one true love".

dazai gasped, immediately getting up from the couch to chase after you as you left. "no you will not! get back here, [name]-chan! no marrying!"

"and dazai calls me a 'mother-hen'." kunikida drew out a sigh, shaking his head as atsushi sweatdropped.

[theficblog]

FORELSKET

NAKAMOTO YUTA

Prologue: Yuta has been your biggest rival on the field, in your perception at least, but a childhood playmate wouldn’t leave you crying alone.

Genre: Fluff + Enemies to lovers

Wordcount: 1,545

Warnings: Injury + Blood + Language

You were panting. It could’ve made it hard for even your Apple Watch to track your heart rate and blood oxygen levels by now. Beads of sweat now adorned your forehead and flicks of hair, running mindlessly to any place they could find. Your silky hair refused to be tied down into a ponytail, making it harder for you. You were not bothered by your appearance, though; you were just happy you made it on time to the ground.

It was the last day of school right before it shut for the summer, which meant the last day of your football game before a two-month halt. Football, at this point, was the only thing you felt like putting an effort into. It had been your longest companion, ever since primary school. You were not the best at academics to begin with, but using sports as your advantage key to university admission was clever of you.

FWEET!! The coach took to the whistle, ordering you and your teammates to put yourselves together. Today was no ordinary day, after all. Your school was playing the rival school, and maybe it was the legacy that the seniors set up, but rivalries like these were taken with much seriousness.

Without wasting much time, you all gathered, dressed in red shirts and shorts. The numbers on your backs, sweatbands, and fancy tight socks, along with the expensive cleats, the spikes, added to the dangerous and fiery overall look. The team soon started with their usual warmup before the game.

You excused yourself to the side. The scorching summer heat worsened your parched throat. You took the ice packs and frozen water. This was a little moment of calm. Your brain could not even register when, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, a football came piercing through the air, as if a bullet had been fired from a revolver. Maybe you counted your lucky stars, you were blessed enough to be shielded from the ball hitting you right in the face, or worse, causing embarrassment in front of a dozen people.

You rolled your eyes as your gaze fell to the source of all this.

"Yo! What the fuck?! That could have hit me!" You raged. There was no way you could afford any sort of injury at this crucial stage. Your eyebrows furrowed as you started spitting out the fire.

"That was kinda the point." That was what you were reverted with. No, he did not care at all. At this rate, it seemed more like a pass time for him to agitate and irritate you for no reason. The boy rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, followed by a smirk. Gosh! Yuta really knew how to get on your nerves.

He wasn’t from the opposite team, but he sure was your biggest rival. He was an absolute ace. The only other center-forward on your team besides you. Football suited him. His long black locks, sometimes tied back in a ponytail, complemented his face as he ran across the field. The shorts he wore exposed his perfectly built and buff thighs. His tackling and positioning were beyond accurate, as he rarely missed a goal. Yeah, sometimes he put his arrogance in front of him and did not pass you the ball. You wish you could punch him in the face at times like that.

Back in the good old and younger days, you two were inseparable. You still remember the time you both initially started with the game. "Y/N You pass the ball to me and then I return it to you!" Little Yuta of six suggested. Two little enthusiastic kids, all they looked forward to were the ice cream treats after the evening practice when your mothers picked you up from the playground.

Things do not always remain the same, though; people change. You were not little kids of five anymore but rude and ruthless teens. Whatever it might have been, it was what it was.

Back to the moment, you would have normally rolled your eyes dramatically or just ignored that boy, but there was this little thing that made your blood boil even more. The pretty girls, whom you assumed to be the cheerleaders and who a ninety nine percent wanted to get Yuta’s attention, saw you. Yes, Yuta had always been a hot topic amongst the girls- and even boys.

They sat in a group of three. For some reason, the dumb and mean ones always flocked in a group of threes. They let out a chuckle and started with their counterfeit empathy towards you. "Ohh! Y/N! Are you okay? Was it too fast for you to comprehend?" ,"Yuta deserves to be the team captain! Look at how cool is he!" They were making fun of you - something that anyone would naturally hate. You, too, hated it. You had an image and were very particular about maintaining it.

Your eyes met Yuta’s. There appeared to be a reflection of regret in his eyes but you couldn’t care less. You’ve had enough, just as you were about to throw hands.. PHWEET!! The whistle blew again. Oh Shit! The game was starting. Why is there always an interruption at the most anticipated moments.

The game turned out to be in your team’s favour, a 5-2 win. All the runnings, pantings and crampings had paid off at the end. You sure were happy your side was the victorious one, but beating Yuta whist being in the same team made you inflate with pride. You contributed three out of five goals, whereas on the other hand, he could secure none. You see, hurting his pride was way better than embedding a punch bruise on his handsome face.

You noticed him sprinting towards you. Was he going to apologize for what he did before? Nah, he wasn’t that type. He sat himself on his ankles as he bent down, placing his sweaty palms on your knee. "Are you alright?" He inquired. "Of course, why would-" You halted suddenly as you took notice of your joint, which was ceaselessly bleeding. All the resentful emotions in your head made you so numb you couldn’t even care to take a notice of it.

"Mmm, it’s going to be okay, Y/N. This is probably from when you slid on the grass." He said as he placed your foot on his thigh, so as to take a closer look. "Stop it, Yuta! You’re going to get me ridiculed by the pretty ones, again!" You fumed at him. This wasn’t the first time that one of you treated the other’s wound. Twelve years of sports together brought incidences like these quite more than often, however, this time wasn’t it. You put force to your leg, trying to get it out of Yuta’s hold.

"You’re not the Y/N who would bother to think of all that shit, you’re the Y/N I know since we were babies." Yuta voiced, without letting go of your leg, as he now started to blow his breath on the damaged spot, which was being disinfected by the antiseptic. You stood there like an animated character that had not yet been assigned a facial expression.

"Y/N, I’m sorry. Did that really hurt you?" He queried, still devoting all his attention to your knee. "Come on! What am I? Seven? That’s just a cut, quite deep but yeah, I’ll be fine." You explained. This was the uniqueness of your and his relationship; it could be bitter like poison, but that did not mean an absence of communication-it could be swearing, taunting, occasional jokes, but it never stopped.

"Not this dumbo! I’m sorry for what I did earlier." This much was enough to get the tears to start rolling down your cheeks.

Emotionally, you were a mess.

"Hey hey hey, Y/N! No! I’m sorry, please, stop crying! Whatever it is, I’m sorry, look it’s so much better than dying, right?" So much better than dying- his signature words, of course, most of the times, things were very much better than losing life. Yuta was panicking, trying everything he could to make you stop crying- but you were nowhere near it.

He rose up, holding your face with his hands, which were now coloured red with your blood. His thumbs positioned themselves on your cheek as they swept away the tears. He was looking at you right in the eyes. "Stop crying, Y/N. Hmm?" He hummed sweetly in his deep, manly voice. You nodded, trying to get back to normal.

A grin took over his face, like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. You reciprocated it. By now, you were much more calm. He tilted your head a bit more, punching his lips ever so softly on your sweaty forehead.

The sun was bidding its daily farewell as the sky gradually changed its colours. Orange, then a darker purple with a pinch of tint. The jet streams from the airplane margined the two shades. The birds were on their way home, and so were the daily commuters. It had been a tough day for everyone.

You took a glance at Yuta’s eyes, shining and sparkling like the moon that would soon embellish the night sky.

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Review: Miraculous "Queen Bee" Fashion doll from Playmates Toys

Every year, my family does a "Secret Santa" gift exchange on Christmas Eve, but considering half of us can't do the shopping ourselves, pretty much everyone knows who has who, so this year, we called it the "Not-So-Secret Santa", and we all knew who drew who.

My 5 year old brother got me, and I got a Queen Bee doll, and my stepdad picked out one with the best face.

Queen Bee retails for $16.99 USD.

Queen Bee has the standard box style, with an image of herself on the side, and a message reading "Be Strong, Be Brave, Be MIRACULOUS!" on the back, along with pictures of Ladybug, Cat Noir, Rena Rouge, Queen Bee, and Marinette against a pink background.

Queen Bee comes with three accessories: Pollen, her Kwami, her Miraculous, a bee comb (which is actually a clip), and her weapon, a spinning top with a string attached (which doesn't actually spin).

Queen Bee comes wearing a one piece black and yellow suit, and plain black ankle boots.

I think the printing on her suit is pretty good, slightly crooked, but neat enough to not bother me.

Her boots are the same mold as several of the other heroes, such as Ladybug, Lucky Charm Ladybug, Cosmobug (basically all the Ladybugs), Rena Rouge, and Bunnyx. I noticed they're a softer plastic than most of my more recent dolls, who have very hard plastic shoes.

She has 15 points of articulation, with movement at her:

Head

Shoulders

Double-jointed elbows

Hips

Double-jointed knees

Her joints are nice and tight, and she feels quite solid! After several looser, hollow feeling Miraculous dolls, Queen Bee is a breath of fresh air to handle.

Queen Bee has blue eyes, pale pink lips, and wears a black mask with yellow trim, which is molded and painted onto her face. I think she bears a close resemblance to her character in the series. Not quite as close as Vesperia to her doll, but still very close. I really like her face!

Her head is very round and large, especially in comparison to the other Miraculous dolls, but I feel like Queen Bee has a rather large head in the series, so it's pretty much accurate.

Queen Bee has long blonde hair styled in a high ponytail and gelled into a large ringlet, with two pieced pulled back, and two tendrils framing her face.

It's a touch messy at the top, where it was pulled aside in the box, but I'm very happy with how the ringlet looks. My particular doll has a tighter curl, which I actually prefer the look of.

You can also see her Miraculous, a bee comb/clip, with yellow "prongs", and a white bee with black stripes. Vesperia's Miraculous uses the same mold, but the colors are swapped. I slipped it onto one of the sides of hair that are pulled pack, because I didn't want to risk messing up her ponytail or curl. It's very large in comparison to her head, but if I'm being honest, it would be more difficult to handle if it was any smaller.

Queen Bee's spinning top is yellow with a black stripe and a hook for her finger, and a black string attached to it, along with a loop for her hand.

Something I immediately noticed was the length of the string. It's much longer than both Vesperia's top and my sister's Queen Bee from last year's top.

I can definitely see the longer string being more fun for kids to play with, but it's now too long to put the loop on the string through the hook on the top to have it sit around her waist. It sits more at her thigh now without some manipulation (like in my first image). Newer Ladybugs also have a longer yoyo string, but her yoyo can be winded up to fit better.

I do prefer the longer string to the shorter string, but it would be nice if it were an adjustable length.

And here's her Kwami, Pollen! I think she's pretty cute. I've mentioned before that I don't like most of the Playmates Miraculous doll's Kwamis, but Pollen and Plagg are exceptions. She's mostly yellow, with black trim and yellow-green irises with blue sclera.

Her sculpting is pretty nice, she has a little smile, but it's unpainted, like Tikki, but she has enough painted details to not look like an afterthought.

My only major complaint is that I can't get her to balance (she's laying down in this photo). Other than that, she's a fun addition to Queen Bee.

Overall, I'm very pleased with Queen Bee. She feels very solid, with tight joints, looks quite accurate to her television counterpart, and all of her accessories look great. I don't find myself wishing she came with more or that her accessories are disappointing, like some of the other Miraculous dolls I've reviewed. I give Queen Bee an A+!

[starglitterz]

QUILL!!!! cONGRATS ON 300 AHH ^^ may i place an order of chocolate confection (diluc!!) with biscuits? something cute and cheesy,, like those videos of people laying in the rain together :O thank you so much !!!!!

ATLAS !!!!! THANK U SMMMM ^_^

request; diluc fluff, together in the rain

cw; spoilers for diluc's story quest

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

diluc.

one of the first things that caught your eye and drew you to speak to diluc was his fiery red hair. with the incandescent vermilion hue that cascades down his back in gentle waves, usually tied up in a neat ponytail so it wouldn't get in his way, it was incredibly vibrant. you had found diluc stunning then, although he would always blush and deny your fountain of compliments. and even now, with the rain soaking the two of you, plastering the mess of hair to his skin and face, darkening the shade into a lovely maroon, you still find him absolutely gorgeous.

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"y/n, no way," diluc folds his arms across his chest and looks away. he knows if he maintains eye contact, and you make your puppy eyes, his resolve will crack in an instant. "c'monnn, diluc," you whine, tugging on his sleeve, "let's go outside! for old times sake if nothing else." "we aren't children anymore, what would everyone think if they saw us playing hide-and-seek outside the winery?" diluc massages his temples, wondering why on earth you have to be so cute. "don't act like you care about everyone else's opinion, mr darknight hero," you tease playfully. "stop calling me that." "diluc, diluc, dilucccc," you say in a sing-song tone, ignoring his previous comment to return to your original plea, "it'll be fun, trust me! imagine the nostalgia." diluc can already feel his determination wavering, and he has to admit that he does want to play outside with you, as childish as it may sound. "alright, fine. but you've got to have a warm shower immediately after, so you don't get sick," he relaxes with a sigh. "yay! aye aye, captain," you salute him mockingly, but then stand up and press a kiss onto his cheeks, causing them to turn redder than his hair, "thanks, diluc."

which brings you to now, where you're laughing and dashing wildly in zig-zag patterns between the vines of the orchard, leaves caressing your face with diluc chasing after you. "i thought this was hide-and-seek, not tag!" your boyfriend yells. the obvious mirth in his voice makes you smile, glad that he's enjoying himself. rain splashes down from the sky, though thankfully it's more of a soft summer rain without harsh thunder and lightning to interrupt your fun. suddenly, you realise you can't hear diluc anymore, and you spin around, searching for a glimpse of his scarlet hair over the tops of the vines. "found you!" you hear a shout, before diluc dashes to you and pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly, "i win."

"aww," you pout, "good job though!" while trying to wriggle free from his embrace, you end up only offsetting his balance, causing you both to topple to the ground. diluc groans loudly from the fall, but you giggle and pat his head, "thanks for cushioning the impact." "my pleasure," he rolls his eyes before fixing you with an affectionate gaze, watching the raindrops trickle down your face, almost as if they were tears streaking down your cheeks - he's so happy they aren't, and he's so happy he's with you. you nuzzle your head into his neck, "that was super fun! exactly like when we were kids." diluc is quiet for a moment, remembering how there used to be another playmate with the two of you in your youth, and how his small head of blue hair running through the orchard was always an adorable sight to behold.

but then he smiles, "yeah. maybe we should do this more often," then his voice trails off sheepishly, "although, i don't remember the vineyard being so small..." you grin, "maybe it's just because you're big now." diluc laughs, "perhaps." the two of you stay silent, you leaning against his chest, hearing his heart beat rhythmically in union with yours. with diluc, you feel comfortable even in the pouring rain, so overjoyed you think you're going to explode. "i love you," you both speak up at the same time, but then dissolve into a fit of giggles. "well, i do," your boyfriend states in a matter-of-fact tone. "as do i!" you cheer, a beam spreading across your face.

"now we better get back inside, i don't want you to catch a cold."

"there's my darknight hero, caring for the wellbeing of all the citizens in mondstadt!"

he stands up, offering you a hand to get up too. and with a shy smile, diluc says, "yours especially, my love."

quill speaks !

ngl atlas i'm kinda surprised u didn't request for yoimiya HAHAHA /hj

but yesss i hope u enjoyed this <3 ! it was super fun to write hehe although i wasn't exactly sure how to end it T_T hope it's still okay!

"....cushioning the impact." GENSHIN IMPACT !?!?!??! 😲😲😲😲😲/j

i'm so sorry guys pls pretend i never said that but that's all i think of whenever i write the word 'impact' LAKSKJDSK

anyways i hope you enjoy your stay at quill’s dessert cafe, and do check out the menu if you'd like ! 🍭

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[thatiranianphantom]

To this day i question how many rounds bh went for on that tape

I mean, it was spicy enough that Donna took note. Maybe she's just very sexually repressed, or very turned on by Betty, who knows. But there had to be things on that tape to make it so noteable. It can't just be what it appeared, they fucked in a bunk bed.

It was called Ponytail Playmate and Betty wasn't wearing a ponytail when they panned away if that gives us any indication