#my requests are always open please send anything in whenever haha

[luminouslywriting]

Hi. I just came across your blog from your domestic Brady headcanons and I must say I have immediately become a fan! Would you consider expanding on the fights/makeup sex with John Brady? Please. 🤭

Also I am now going to be going through all your writings bc I think you’re a fantastic writer!! 😘

I hope you’re doing well.

Ahh Nonny this ask had me giggling the entire time excitedly! Because I do have some thoughts on this! My requests are open so keep sending in these asks or requests :) I got a little carried away with this one—oops??

Cut for length, spice under the cut!

-So I previously said that John Brady hates to argue but LOVES makeup sex and it's always really hot. He definitely doms in that situation and enjoys being possessive and making you lose control.

-Expanding on that haha.....

-He's really not all that into conflict and I think that a really big part of him HATES even disagreeing with you about something. But if he feels really strongly about something, then he's going to stick by it and be really stubborn.

-Which is not to say that he would ever say anything out of anger—he's the type of guy who needs to take a walk and clear his head and just process things.

-Will usually apologize first, especially if he knows that he messed up

-I don't think the fights are usually over things that are really bad or serious...except for maybe one or two things

-So some of the fights that have ensued have been just a little petty

-For instance, the color of the drapes, whether or not to get a pool (he didn't want one and he lost that one), whether or not to go and socialize at the neighborhood party (wherein one of the ladies there flirted with him), etc.

-Now here's the thing....in these situations, the makeups usually go one of two ways:

He realizes that it's not worth it to fight with you about something and it's altogether likely that you're still very angry at him. So in that case, this man is forgoing the communication aspect of the relationship (for the moment anyway, you can come back to that during pillow talk lol)....and he's seducing you to get you to calm down and then you can have a talk about it.

-In this instance, he's crossing the floor quickly and beginning to just kiss down your neck

-He's playing with the hem of your dress and the straps of your bra

-Is just a general menace about it

-And is a huge tease the entire time about how you just need to behave and listen to him and learn your lesson about communication

-There might even be one or two spankings involved if you were the one in the wrong

-His entire goal going into this interaction is to make you orgasm as many times as possible so that you're so relaxed that you can talk like adults during pillow talk haha

-He's gonna make you beg for the things that you want

-It's very very hot and is a great conflict resolution for the two of you—works every single time

2. Now given the fact that he can't ALWAYS get away to think things through, sometimes you two will still be in the middle of an argument and voices might be getting a little raised and it's at this point that one of you is going to rush the other

-It's a frantic makeout with clothes being discarded quickly and is generally more rough than the other one

-It's been done against the wall, atop the piano, in the kitchen, against the grandfather clock (though don't ask me why haha), atop the credenza, and many other things

-This one includes biting and leaving hickies, back scratching, scalp and hair pulling....

-Needless to say, he loses all control in this situation and so do you. He's only a tad bit mortified the morning after when he realizes that it looks like a damn raccoon fought him and he lost and you look like he's painted your neck and inner thighs

-There will be an actual apology and conversation after this one since things got a *little* carried away

-He definitely likes to kiss your hand whenever he's apologizing for that

-Some serious fights though have been about three things (Religion and God OR it's about whether or not to have kids/if the timing is right for that OR to move for work)

-Now if it's a serious fight...I don't feel like he's the type to just have sex as a form of coping or to get you to listen or for him to think through things

-In these particular instances, it takes working through the problem and actually talking with one another (maybe over the span of several days, weeks, or even months) for things to feel healed enough for that

-And the thing is, I think he really revels and loves having physical affection, so the longer drawn out the serious arguments are, the more bad he feels about not being able to be there for you physically and emotionally

-So this is where the really soft and tender, maybe even emotional, sex would come into play

-Depending on the severity of the argument, and at what point during sex it is haha, he might even cry a little about how he just wants you to be happy and how he wants to make the marriage work

-This involves a lot of eye contact, a lot of hand holding, and just being gentle with one another and taking your time to really memorize the other person

-The aftercare is the best with this type of makeup sex and it's definitely more intimate

-Sharing a bath and cleaning one another up

-The soft spoken pillow talk accompanied with lingering kisses in the afterglow

-Showering one another in compliments and praises and reassuring one another that you love each other so much

[protags-fic-blog]

hello friend I have a need so could I please ask for amnesia domestic headcanons? I know you write for other fandoms and you get this one requested a lot but it’s the only game I’ve played (tho varibari is backlogged haha)

Want to send in a request? Always open! For more, check out my masterlist

anon plz play varibari it is the funniest game I’ve ever played. the way Ichiya has such a hold on me. they really picked the 4 stupidest men and put them all together and the shenanigans! tsumugi is literally the otome fandom wrapped up into one person. Either you’ll love it or hate it, but out of all the otome I’ve played, while it’s taken longer, I definitely think it’s up in my top 3

And don’t worry about the frequency of requests for amnesia! It was the first official otome that I ever finished (sorry code realize you’re really long) and have a lot of fond memories associated with it. It’s the main reason I started this blog. Besides, Amnesia is pretty much the only one I don’t write in my spare time so I don’t mind getting in practice. If people request it from me, it must mean i’m doing something right! Headcanons are under the cut! ———

Amnesia Memories - Domestic Life

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Shin

Probably moves in with you when you both are in university

Doesn’t expect you to do any of the cooking, especially doesn’t expect you to do anything not just for yourself, but when you do stuff for him it makes his heart melt

If you cook for him?? Omg. Down so bad. He may not like it (and may be vocal about his opinions) but he always appreciates it

He knows how to cook and he’s good at it too

Large breakfasts after intimate nights

Maybe wouldn’t want kids but he wants a dog very badly. I can see him with a bigger dog like a great dane or a german sheph

Toma

You are in fact his trophy wife. Would marry you so fast

Living like a 50’s family. He goes to work as a lawyer, you tend to stay home

You cook, you clean, you basically make him fall in love with you all over again

He always hates coming home late—if he could stay home with you all day, he would

If you had kids??? Omg. Sees your kids as an extension of you and loves them so much. If they were kids you had together, even better because he sees them as being born from the love between the two of you

Tries to go grocery shopping with you whenever he can. You usually have a list of ingredients for the week. He never seems to guess the meals that you have planned.

Kent

Utter chaos

Lack of communication may lead to you both doing the same thing

He washes the sheets one day, you do it the next, even if they’re clean, or you bring something home for dinner while he’s cooking something, stuff like that

But you always work it out

Knows how to cook but not how to season. It’s a work in progress

He’s definitely learning a lot of life advice from you

Probably lots of plants. His are flourishing. Yours are too….. But only because he’s helping them. He doesn’t tell you.

Ikki

Expect him staying over at your place a lot

Sometimes ends up getting a little bit drunk when he’s alone. You try to always visit him when he does

Those nights are the ones that you always remember. He has no filter and his compliments aren’t as flowery and more raw

Late nights when you’re together. The later in to the night, the tighter he holds you

When you finally move in with him, he’s elated. He’s wanted this for a long time

The moment you move in, he stops having Kent over and instead hangs out with him in different places. He wants his home to belong to him and you, his private little love nest

Does all the cleaning. He wants you to love being in his home more than anywhere else, since he doesn’t enjoy going out in public a lot

Can’t cook. Expect getting food from outside the house or premade meals on nights that he’s tasked with providing food

Lots of date nights. Usually he’ll order from a fancy restaurant nearby and ask for the food to be brought over and he’ll set up some flowers and candles. If not, he picks a dim restaurant where couples tend to go so he won’t be swarmed and ruin the night

Ukyo

Cottagecore bliss

When you finally settle down somewhere, it would be in his grandfather’s old home

He’s almost always home with you, and when he’s not home because of travel, he usually brings you along

You are his muse

Likes the idea of owning a horse… so he’s put aside a bit every month, and tried to prepare dinner inside the house instead of taking you out so he can buy one. There’s a jar somewhere labeled ‘horse fund’

He does in fact dream of having you hold on to him as you ride through a meadow

May not end up happening…personally I think that money ends up going to a dog or a cat (that you have sent through training to be an emotional support animal so he won’t be sad without you)

Lets you braid his hair

Muffled ‘i love you’s whenever you cuddle up

[bdkrp]

Rules + RP Etiquette

General:

Standard stuff: no god-modding, rb from source, bigots gtfo.

Literate style preferred; usually writing a minimum of 2-3 paragraphs. ◾ Reply length may reflect rp partner’s, but I always try to provide at least a few sentences to work with, and I’d expect you to do the same <:)

Due to the fact that I've never been acknowledged whenever I've done so, I do not send passwords. Rest assured that I've read your rules, just like I expect you to read mine.

Mostly iconless, but I absolutely won't mind if you use icons, as long as you don't mind me not using any, haha!

While not too selective, unintentional bad grammar* and spelling mistakes really kill the mood for me, sorry! * I can’t judge this too hard if English isn’t your first language (it's not mine either), but I will grimace if you type “your” instead of “you’re” and such—

I must ask that you be patient. I have a very varied schedule that keeps me busy, and I burn out easily (the wonders of leaving the house while being an introvert haha).

This is a request more than a rule, but please don't use the Legacy Editor's editable reblogs with me. I use the Beta Editor + XKit and I'd like to keep my threads as neat-looking as possible. You may blame my OCD for that one.

Please tell me if you need anything tagged! I typically do tag things (as "__ cw /"), but I may still miss some things,,

Interactions:

I "only rp with mutuals" in the sense that I’ll follow you if I’m interested in your muse(s)! If you followed me first, it shouldn’t take me more than a week to follow back (sometimes I can't check new blogs right away).

Okay with unprompted asks or starters! ◾ You can also drop a message if you’d like to plan a closed rp (either on an IM or Discord, tho I prefer the latter).

I’m in my late 20s. Mature themes only if you’re 21+. ◾ While smut may not happen often, it will be tagged as '#‼️ns.fw‼️', so block this tag if you'd like to avoid seeing that stuff (although I'll still use 'read more's whenever possible).

This should be obvious given the previous point, but either way, I’d rather have no minors follow me. I legitimately don’t have the mental capacity to parent anyone irl. Stay safe, kiddos!

DNI if you are a pro-shipper. I don't need to tell you that a dude impregnating his sister is Not A Good Thing. If you somehow think otherwise, do us both a favour and just block me.

IC Stuff:

Regardless of the franchise or verse, I’ll interpret each rp to take place on its own little timeline unless anything indicates otherwise. ◾ That would mean that I'm okay with your muse doing whatever to mine, so go nuts if you want! (although I'll still appreciate a warning so I know what to expect haha)

Open for shipping if you are! I am multi-ship (see the previous point), and also very open about human x non-human relationships.

If you'd like to turn a meme/prompt into a thread, go ahead! No complains on my part :)

I accept Magic Anons; however, rather than doing that old thing where my character will be in a certain state for x amount of time, I'll write an open starter with the MA as the premise for it.

My timezone is CET/CEST.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi hi, darling! (I hope you’re not uncomfortable with me calling you that, but if you are, please do tell!) I dunno if you’re still answering asks buuuut…

Is there a certain smell/taste/sound/song (or anything) that is just so comforting to you? Something others might find quite normal and have no deeper emotions attached to it?

Sending much love!!

Hi! Yes no worries about the nickname and my requests are still open, sending love to you as well! Thank you for the ask!

Hm, I never really thought this out, but I just chose to answer all of the senses you mentioned with the first things that came to my head.

Smell - Library/old books. I don't know why but I used to love going to libraries all the time when I was younger, and books were a big part of my childhood so I was always around them. There's a specific library I still find comfort in, and it still has the distinct book scent that I like. Perhaps Chrollo would enjoy books there too, but who knows haha

Taste - Ochazuke (お茶漬け) - This is a Japanese dish that I grew up on! I didn't know if there was an English translation to this but I always called it "ocha-zuke" and explain it to people unfamiliar with it. It's basically hot water with tea and some traditional things you would find in a Japanese dish like umeboshi. Whenever I go somewhere with Japanese foods I tend to buy a bunch of packets of these things so I can make them in the future

Sound - Pigeons in the morning? Like there's these birds that go "coo coo" in a really low voice, sort of reminds me of Brewster haha. But I used to wake up to these sounds a lot, but now there's like no pigeons where I am so it's a bit weird not waking up to it ;-;

Song - "Amairo No Kami No Otome" ("亜麻色の髪の乙女") by Hitomi Shimatani. It's a really old song, but it was a song I always heard when I was younger. It's really nice, I remember my parents explaining to me what the song was about and now I just know the song right away from like the first second of hearing it. Check it out if you like older Jpop, it's really catchy!

Those are my takes at least, thank you for the asks once again, it was fun to reflect on myself ^-^

[riewritten]

I love your Erwin longfic and fics! One of the reasons why the your fic literally broke my year 2022 beautifully. When I was at work, I was always thinking about the current episode or what was going to happen in the next episode. It was a good time. Honestly, I wasn't that interested in Erwin until I came across your fic. I can honestly say that my view on him is neutral. Because I'm a Levi simp haha. I rarely read one-shot fics here and there and as far as I remember, I didn't come across many long serious fics with dynamics. This must be what some fans are talking about when they say there are very few ErwinxOc/Erwinselfship.

And even though years have passed, I rarely go and read your fic. The last time I read it was on quotev and if I remember correctly I noticed some changes between some lines there and Ao3/Tumblr. I wonder if you edited it.

Anyway, without further ado, I'd like to ask a few questions if you don't mind me asking 😭 I hope this doesn't sound like a selfish question, but are there any Erwin fics you plan to write in the future, like a drabble? And are you open to requests? Speaking of drabble, I would love to see a DITB marriage oneshot haha. On another note, I'm an ocxcanon sucker and I want to say that I'm intrigued by your Oc. Does her have a name. And information about her 😳

Anyway, take care of yourself muahh ♥️❤️🩷

first of all,

please let me know who u are so i could send hugs and kisses your way :( ♡ i dont think i could ever get over with the fact that people reread my craft. like GOD!!! do i even deserve such a praise!!!

and what a coincidence bc i also was neutral with erwin until DIB happened!! i decided to make him my muse when a friend told me she hates erwin for being a 'war criminal'. while i already symphatize with his tragic story, i wasn't knowledgeable enough to counter my friend's claims. writing DIB was also a slow but fun journey for me to transform my sympathy for erwin towards sheer empathy, all the while appreciating how well-written he is as a character ;')

i see ure a quotev reader as well! posting the story in another platform was actually my attempt to inspire myself into editing the whole thing. u see, the first versions of DIB was SO poorly written grammar wise ;( but despite the motive, i only managed to edit until chapter 17!!!! idk maybe i loathed the chapter 18 so much i couldnt get myself to reread it anymore

and oh, dont worry abt the questions! i literally squealed when u said you wanted to know more about my OC 🤩

are there any Erwin fics you plan to write in the future, like a drabble? And are you open to requests?

this might be a sad revelation, but ;( i only plan to finish all my WIPs and then i'll bid farewell to this acc at last. i'll archive it tho so readers could go back to it whenever they want. finishing the WIPs in question could take long so im not very sad abt it yet lmao. that said, my request box is closed for good.

Does [DIB OC] have a name. And information about her 😳

oh man. OH MAN. the info dump im yet to tell you 😔 hMDKSDJ i haven't really thought of anything aside the face (which i posted here) but if u want!!! i could draw it for you!!! <3

[daehweeb]

@kittehwolfie

Hello! I would like to request an idol ship, if you feel up to it and requests are still up of course! So, my name is Ariel, I love to travel and see beautiful things, I like acting, singing and dancing, but I'm not very good at dancing 😂 I'm very weird when I'm comfortable around people. I love animals and nature. I'm quite trustworthy and kind. People call me quite funny so I guess I'm funny? I get serious when needed though. Sorry this was quite long and detailed. Thank you in advance!

ARIEL + MARK ♡

How you two met: Maybe going on this trip to the national park alone wasn’t the best idea. Sadly, none of your friends had been up for the mini vacation to Hawaii because of expenses so here you were now! Standing at the fork of trail, you didn’t know which path to take.

Did that park ranger tell you earlier to take a left or right at the first fork? Was this even the first fork? Sighing, you took out your water bottle and took a swig, glad that the cold liquid was helping cool down your growing frustration.

Either way you would make it to some type of destination right? You were about to just say “screw it” and go left but then you heard footsteps approaching and a boy walked past you. Before he could get too far, you called out to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Do you mind helping me with something?”

The young male turned around, “Yeah, sure! What is it?”

“Well I’m trying to get to the waterfall, you know that one..” your eyes wandered up to the sky as you tried to recall it but it seemed as if you just forgot everything at this point.

“Sorry I can’t remember the name but I forgot which way I’m supposed to go”

“Oh! Haha you mean the Waimoku Falls?”

“Yes that!”

“I’m actually headed there right now, we’re supposed to take a left” he said with a smile.

“Thank you so much, I was just about to go right” you replied, an embarrassed laugh leaving your lips.

“These instructions are hard to follow, all the rangers just bog them down on you and I swear! Every ten footsteps, I’m supposed to remember the direction it’s crazy” he said while you both began walking.

His statement made you laugh and though the hike to the falls claimed to be two and a half hours, it felt like it was two and a half minutes with your new friend. You had introduced yourself not too long into the walk and found out that his name was Mark. When you introduced yourself, he had said how it truly matched you.

“Woah we’re already here?” Mark was shocked as he hooked his thumbs on his backpack straps and looked up at the roaring waterfall.

“Yeah that was so quick” you said as your eyes wandered up the waterfall from bottom to top. Pulling out your camera, you snapped a few photos before asking him to take some for you to which he gladly agreed.

In exchange, you took some for him as well and were back on the trail again to navigate yourselves to the start once again. Time seemed to pass way too quickly for your liking and when you finally made it to the parking lot, you were slightly sad to part ways with your new hiking buddy.

“By the way, are you from here?” he asked.

“No no, I’m just being a typical tourist” you replied which made him laugh.

“Wow me too! But I was wondering if I could have your number? You’re a pretty...” he hesistated now, not wanting to say anything too brash since he only met you so recently, “dope person. I really like talking to you and and was wondering if we could do it again sometime? Possibly another adventure? I promise I won’t get us lost, maybe I’ll just get lost in your eyes though” he sheepishly said which caused you to blush.

“Yeah, I’d love to hang out sometime again” you said, a shy smile gracing your lips since Mark was cute and funny and kind to you.

Exchanging numbers, you two made sure to keep in touch and met up again the next day to go on another early morning hike together.

What he likes to call you: “baby”

Mark is more of a shy guy to call you nicknames, especially in front of others but if it’s just you two chilling at home and he wants a cuddle or kiss from you, he’ll surely be calling you this and pouting for you if you jokingly refuse.

Extras: Mark absolutely loves traveling the world with you and you could’ve visited every location in the world but his favorite place to go with you (probably ever) is Canada and where you happen to be from! He loves showing you his favorite locations and likes how you can do the same when he visits your hometown.

Wherever you’re performing, expect to see your lovely boyfriend in the crowd. He’ll always give a hug to you and say “good job baby!!” at the end of every show as well!

You guys are always joking around with each other and probably arguing over who is funnier. Mark normally wins, he’s too determined to prove he’s the comedic legend between you two and would make you laugh in the process.

I see Mark buying small trinkets for you as well, keychains to put on your bag and you two would probably have a dog together when you two move in together.

[allovertheplace-writing]

rosie, hello! how are you? i hope you’re doing well! i saw you announced that your requests are opened and just had to see if i could request something from you!

this is soooo self indulgent that it makes me a bit flustered haha! could i request joker and crow (persona 5, and separate) with an s/o who’s a velvet room attendant? maybe some general fluffy headcanons with them?

no pressure if you’re not feeling up to it or anything like that! please take care!

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Persona 5

Character(s): Ren(Joker) and Akechi

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Joker and Akechi with a Velvet Room Attendant as a S/O

Warning(s): None but I refer to Joker as Ren

Eve, hello!! I'm feeling great today and I hope you are too ♡

Thank you for sending in an ask, especially one for Persona! I'm really obsessed with your ask because velvet room attendants are so eccentric and naive to the outside world- gets my mind going!

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   ➢ Joker

Ren has a tendency to pull your leg when you ask him about certain things

"Ren, what is this contraption used for?"

"For silencing the wicked."

"Ah, of course! I can see how-"

"Kidding, it's used for making jelly."

"Hey!" >:C

He likes bringing you to new places and taking pictures with, and of, you

Whenever you see something new and have that sparkle in your eyes, he just HAS to capture it

And when he convinces you to throw up a peace sign beside him at a carnival, he falls in love with you all over again

Ren often talks to you about which personas he should fuse, explaining the battle he has to go into

And with your perfected battle strategy... you help him slightly

But when you offer to fight him in the Velvet Room so he can learn, he jumps at the chance

He sees that you're going easy on him, but doesn't say anything as this is just suppose to be a learning experience

   ➢ Akechi

Akechi always found you weird, but he somehow managed to fall for you

He couldn't quite understand it himself and it frustrated him that the only answer he could find was "Opposites attract"

More often than not, he laughs when you don't know what something is

And similar to Ren, he'll pull your leg

He doesn't do it as often though

If you mention wanting to visit somewhere close by he'll bring you there

But he'd rather stay home

Akechi enjoys watching movies with you, usually sitting through documentaries because you need to learn more about the world

"What do they mean by 'the early bird gets the bookworm', Akechi?"

"It's just a saying that means if you do something first you have a higher chance of success."

"So they don't actually eat a worm?"

"What- of course they don't! Haha!"

Once he finds out about the battle you offered Ren, he almost demands he receives the same

He also notices how you go easy on him in the beginning and after he told you to stop, he regretted it immediately

You're so strong???? What???

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[unloved-cadillac]

Can I get a story with Levi and a child reader (Chile, hear me out) who he sort of takes care of please? Like she doesn’t have parents and found her way to the Corps somehow. She’s curious and innocent, she loves to explore. However, she’s very anxious and relies on Levi to protect her. She only comes out of her shell when he’s at her side. He seems distant, but he secretly adores her and will raise all of Hell if anything ever happens to her. Thank you!

C/n: wait! This is…adorable!! I love it! I’m just picturing baby Caddy with grumpy Levi and I almost died. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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His Girl. (Levi x Reader)

How a child managed to get into the most dangerous army regiment without being seen was a mystery to everyone. But there she was. Sitting in the kitchen, munching on bread. “Who is she?” Eren asks and Armin squats down to get a better look at her. “Don’t know. Hey there. I’m Armin. This is my friend, Eren. What’s your name?” Armin asks but she doesn’t look at him nor answer. She just stares at the bread in her hands.

“Oi! Why is everyone gathered here?! Don’t you people have duties to attend to?” A gruff voice asks and Y/n looks up to see a man. “C-Captain Levi! There’s a child here and we don’t know how she got here!” Eren stutters and Levi looks at her. She stares at him with big e/c eyes with breadcrumbs all over her face. “Tch. All of you go. I’ll sort this out.” He orders and everyone dispersed leaving him alone with her.

“Can you talk?” He asks and he sees her nod.

“What’s your name?” She plays with the bread but answers. “Y/n. Y/n L/n.”

“Alright, Y/n. Why don’t come with me and you can tell me exactly how you got here?” She nods and slowly gets up and walks to Levi. Her little legs not being able to keep up with him and he scoffs. “Come here then, brat.” He says and lifts her up and carries her to his office.

Once there, Levi sat her down on the couch and sat next to her. “How did you come here? Where’s your mom and dad?” He asks and she looks around his office. “Mommy left and daddy died.” She says nonchalantly and Levi’s eyes widen. ‘Jesus Christ.’ “Oh. Well then, how did you get here then?”

Y/n continues to look around as she swung her legs back and forth. “Horses.” She says and Levi nods. “How old are you?” She looks at him and holds up five fingers. He nods and then looks at her attire. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to get a spare t shirt for her when he feels some hug his leg. “Oi. What are you doing?” He asks looking down at her, Y/n’s eyes staring at him. “Tch. Put this on then.” He says and gives it her. She takes the shirt and plops down on the floor as she plays with it. ‘Lord have mercy.’

Levi rolls his eyes and picks her up and sits her on his bed. He removes the torn shirt she wore and looked at the marks on her tummy. “How did you get this?” He asks and she shrugs. He sighs and puts the shirt on her. “We’re going to see a friend of mine. Then I’m going to give you bath because you’re filthy.” That makes her giggle and hold his face. “Wevi.” She says and he groans. “Levi. Say “Levi”.”

“Wevi.”

He shakes his head and takes her into his arms as he begins to walk to Erwin’s office. He knocked and waited for him to answer while Y/n stared at Levi. Erwin’s door opens and Y/n flinches at the loud sound.

“Oh! Levi, hello. And who is this?” He looks at the girl in his arms and Levi enters the office and plops Y/n in the couch. “Y/n L/n.” Levi says and Erwin squats down in front of the small girl. “Hello, beautiful. I’m Erwin.” He introduces himself but Y/n only stared at Levi.

Erwin turned and faced his friend as he tried not to laugh. “I think she likes you Levi.” He teases and Levi rolls his eyes. “Tell him how you got here, brat.” He tells her and she nods. “Mommy left and daddy died. I saw horses and came here.” She says in, possibly the sweetest voice Erwin has ever heard.

“Levi she’s adorable.” Erwin smiles and pinches her cheek. Her hands touch Erwin’s eyebrows and he chuckles. “Like them?” He asks and she nods. “Caterpillars.” She mumbles and Levi resists the urge to laugh. “Alright, I’m taking her to my room. Get her cleaned up and stuff. What do you want to do with her?” Levi asks Erwin.

“Well, I’m not going to send her to the orphanage, that’s for sure. Why don’t you take care of her? I mean, we all will. She’s safe here. What do you say?” Levi rubs a hand through his hair but nods. “I don’t think I have choice, now do I?” “No not really.” Levi sighs. “Whatever. Come on, Y/n. Let’s go.”

She quickly leaves Erwin and waddles to Levi begins to walk to the door. “Uh, Levi?” Erwin calls and Levi faces him to see Erwin point down. Levi looks down to see Y/n make grabby hands to Levi and he sighs.

“Come here then.” He takes Y/n in his arms and begins to leave. “Not a word, Eyebrows.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

~~~~

Levi bathed her and watched her as she played with the bubbles he made for her. Y/n blew the bubbles and one landed on Levi’s head which made her giggle. “Haha, very funny.” He sarcastically says and drains the tub. He wipes his head and then wipes Y/n down. “Arms up.” He orders and she puts her arms up as he wipes her tummy and legs and toes. Then he wraps her in the towel and takes him to his bedroom and sets her down on the bed.

He takes a new shirt and shorts and puts it on her to see it was massive on her. “Do I have to get you new clothes now?” He asks her but she just stares at her toes. Levi sighs and makes a plan to tighten the clothes around her. He pins them together and ties the t shirt. It worked but he definitely needed to get new clothes for her.

“Hungry or sleepy?” He asks and she blinks. Her stomach growled and he hums. “Hungry it is then.” He takes her into his arms and makes his way to the mess hall. Luckily he was the first time there so he got them both food and he sat her next to him.

She ate like hadn’t for months and Levi wiped her lips. “Slowly. We don’t want you getting sick.” He says and she nods.

Slowly, the mess hall started to fill up and when Levi’s squad surrounded the table to see the little girl from earlier sitting next to their captain:

They were smitten.

“Aww hello there!”

“You’re so pretty!”

“How old are you?! How did you get here?!”

“Such chubby cheeks. Lemme pinch!”

Poor Y/n was so overwhelmed by the attention she hid in Levi’s side. “Hey! You’re all scaring her. Calm your tits.” He ordered and everyone falls silent. But then they hear giggling and Levi looks down to see Y/n sitting in his lap.

“What’s her name, Captain?” Armin asks as she looks up at Levi. “Y/n L/n. She’s an orphan and she’s going to be staying there from now on.” He says and everyone smiles. Y/n looks around to see everyone looking at her and she eats her meat. “Levi?” She calls him and looks down. “What?”

“Thirsty.”

He takes her cup of water and gives it to her. She drinks and then looks at him. “Levi?” “Yeah?” “I want to see the horses.”

“Not now. It’s late.” Levi says and finishes his tea.

“Can we play with her?” Eren asks and Levi looks at him, thinking. “Fine. I got paperwork to do anyway. But, Armin is in charge,” he looks at him, “don’t let her out of your sight.”

When Levi places her on Armin’s lap, he leaves and begins to work on his paperwork.

“So Y/n, what do you like?” Eren asks and Y/n turns her face away and cuddles Armin. “Oh my god I think my heart just busted a nut.” Connie says and Sasha slaps his head. “What?!” “Don’t speak like that in front of babies, idiot.”

Y/n jumps down from Armin and walks to a barrel to explore. Everyone watches her as she walks around the hall. But as she walked, a very tall man cowered over her. “Hello there.” Mike greets and that made her break.

She started crying and Armin rushed over to her with Eren and Mikasa. “Y/n. What happened?”

“Levi. I want Levi.” She cries out and holds her face and Armin picks her up and goes to Levi’s office as he tries to calm her down. Levi immediately opened the door and sees Y/n reaching for him. “What the hell happened?” He asks as he bounces her to calm her down. “Squad Leader Mike said hi and she just bursted out crying.” Armin explains.

“The giant was bound to do that. Thanks Armin. You can go.” He dismissed him and shuts the door as he holds Y/n. “Brat, you need to be strong. You can’t cry for everything, alright?” He speaks to her and looks down to see her fast asleep. He rolls his eyes and tucks her into his bed.

“What a pain.”

~~~~

Y/n started to fit in nicely. She loved her Aunt Hange and Uncle Erwin and even warmed up to Mike. But everyone in the Corps realized that she was only smiley and laughing if she had her protector with her. Levi had to be with her whenever she went and it was tiring because her curious mind wanted to go everywhere.

One time, he had to leave with Erwin to the city and Y/n cried the whole time he was away. Hange had to make a baby potion to help her sleep and when Levi returned, Hange almost got killed by him because she allowed her to cry.

He won’t admit it, but the brat made her way into his heart. It was the little things at first. How she always looked for him when she woke up, how she “helped” him with paperwork. By helped, she wrote squiggles. Levi even caught himself hating being apart from her. He always worried about her in his own way.

“Y/n probably would want this, huh?”

“You think Y/n likes strawberries?”

“Y/n would love that show. I have to bring her here one day.”

Erwin had to listen to his friend speak about Y/n every single time they went to the city. Not shutting up once about her. It was refreshing to hear Levi speak that much.

Y/n was the reason Levi got sleep. She had nightmares and wouldn’t fall asleep unless her Levi was there. To her, if he was next to her, he will fight all the monsters that came for her. Levi ended sleeping a full six hours and Y/n ended up in his chest.

He won’t admit, not to anyone alive, but Y/n was his girl. Levi took her to see Hange and when Hange wanted to carry her, Levi just said no. “Your hands are dirty and I just gave her a bath.”

“But I-“

“No.”

Y/n was super possessive of her Levi. She never wanted him to go anywhere without her and he just had to suck it up and take her wherever.

Not that he minded. No, not at all.

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“Genshin is taking over my life.”

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[anemo-writes]

hello travelers! again, thank you for putting up with my inactivity, it’s been hard to write lately haha. anyways, i thought this would be something fun to post and for everyone to enjoy, whether you celebrate Valentine’s Day or not :) (note: this will probably be more fanon than canon so please bear with me, i’ll make it as canon as it can be :’) i also kept this pretty short, so hopefully that’s okay too,, and sorry for this being late haha—i wrote this very late at night so don’t mind any typos you find please)

much love,

~ anemo-chan <3

(The Playable) Genshin Impact Characters on Valentine’s Day (Romantically)

super romantic; gifts you a bouquet of flowers and takes you out to eat at a fancy restaurant/cooks for you.

Diluc

He is nervous. He’s never paid close attention to the countless amount of people who have lined outside the tavern to ask him to be their Valentine, only to be rejected. There was absolutely no way that he would turn to Kaeya for advice, so unfortunately this was something he would have to figure out for himself. He figures that it wouldn’t hurt to go traditional, so that’s what he does; he buys a large bouquet of roses (which he had to get from Donna, seeing that at the hours that he ended work were very late and Flora’s shop was not open at the time—yeah, that was not fun) and presents himself outside your doorway, to which he invites you to join him for a late dinner—which he makes!

Lisa

She leaves a letter on top of your nightstand, paired along with a singular rose. The letter states for you to meet her outside of Good Hunter, where you find her sitting at a table with a candle dimly-lighting up the surroundings. She greets you with a warm smile, gesturing for you to sit down—the two of you enjoy a candle-lit dinner as well as bolognese she specially requested for Sara to make for the two of you to enjoy together why does this remind me so much of Lady and the Tramp,,

Tartaglia

Oh boy. It’s always a fun time spending a holiday with him, seeing that it could go two ways; one, he would be too busy to celebrate it with you on the day of, and he would take you out the day after, or two—have a store’s entire line of merchandise presented to you outside your doorstep, in which a very, very smiley Tartaglia hidden within the pile (after all, he was the best present!) After you’re done moving all of the gifts into your house (it took up the space of your entire living room), he tells you to cover your eyes and follow him. He takes you to one of the most well-known restaurants in Liyue (which currently doesn’t have a name because it is very late here!), and insists that you order whatever you want, and however much you want.

Zhongli

Over the years, he’s witnessed many, many couples celebrate this holiday and every year he’s wished to do the same. He finds the perfect opportunity to do so when Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and boy does he plan it out for the two of you. He’s even made sure to have his wallet on him at all times—it would be extremely rude for you to have to pay if he happened to forget his wallet. He makes sure to stop by to pick up a bouquet of flowers, as well as a bottle of perfume (not in a bad way, just to clarify) from Ying’er’s shop that he recalled you liked. He makes sure to pick you up early from your work place to make sure you made it to your appointment on time; after all, being late to an appointment was similar to breaking a contract, no?

surprises you with homemade sweets.

Fischl

Oh, she is so nervous—of course, she doesn’t show this. The entire week, she spent researching recipes to create a special batch of chocolate-dipped strawberries just for you—she even sent Oz to the nearby farms to “borrow” the freshest strawberries for the treat (the farmers were too scared to confront the talking bird who “borrowed” their strawberries, so luckily they got away with it). She dips them in a purple-colored chocolate (because what other color would she use, really?) and drizzles on a dark-chocolate syrup to top it off. She’s too shy to actually give it to you herself though, so she has Oz drop it off for her.

Ganyu

Even though she’s quite busy, she’s somehow found time to whip up a special batch of chocolate just for you! She shapes them into Glaze Lilies (which she found quite hard, which is why there are so few of them) and presents them to you in a neatly-sealed box. She’s quite modest when your eyes widen and tell her it’s the best chocolate you have ever eaten, claiming that she only followed a recipe, when she really made it from scratch.

Keqing

Like Ganyu, you have no idea how she finds time to create a perfect array of chocolates, which she made herself! However, with her tightly-packed schedule, she has to drop it off at your house in advance, to which you accept happily. She tried to decorate them with designs of cartoon-versions of your faces, but they’re a bit...messy. Nonetheless, they’re tasty, and to her relief, you enjoy them.

Mona

Somehow, she’s managed to scrape up enough mora to buy you a necklace; yes, a necklace, and a real one at that—none of that fake, costume jewelry stuff! She even added a pendant shaped like star, just so you could be reminded of her whenever you fiddled with it or even glanced at it. She’s quite flustered when she gives it to you, ignoring the way you ask how she managed to save this much mora to be able to buy something like this, changing the subject on how you should never-ever take it off (because it looks great on you.)

Noelle

One word: pancakes. (Have you seen the ones she makes for her special dishes? They’re frigging amazing) As a dutiful maid should, she wakes up especially early to prepare a homemade breakfast just for you, to which she serves to you just as your wake up in bed. The fluffy stack of pancakes are decorated with fruits cut up in heart-shapes, as well the words, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N”, written neatly with chocolate syrup—it’s quite a sight to see, to be honest, and utterly delicious. Lucky you!

Xiangling

The day before, she tells you to meet her at the restaurant around noon. When you arrive, the restaurant is adorned with Valentine decorations, as well as a terrifying amount of food; she insists that she only made it for you, so you better eat up! Before she can show you the other dishes, the restaurant is suddenly filled with a strong, bitter smell—something burning. With a yelp, she runs into the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with a tray of half-scorched cupcakes, their Gouba-shapes adorned with...a lot of burn marks. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts, doesn’t it?

buys/makes a present for you.

Albedo

Without your knowledge, Albedo has been creating a collection of artworks throughout all the time you had spent together. The pieces include portraits of you, portraits of you and him (sucrose helped with this), as well as just random sketches of the little things that remind him of you, such as the bare, snowy-white terrain where the two of you first met, as well as its flora and fauna. If you request it, he’ll even make the painting come alive (literally), and the two of you run to Sucrose’s dwelling, who is very shocked to see the pair of you running from a Frosted Lawachurl when she peered out her window to see if she could pinpoint the sounds of distant screaming.

Amber

Is there anything better than a matching set of wind gliders? Not only that—they were homemade! She spent the last couple of weeks putting together a pair of gliders for the two of you, customizing them to your tastes (which she nailed!) She quite literally drags you to the nearest hill to test them out, and the two of you end up challenging each other on who can get back to the Knights of Farvonius Headquarters the fastest—spoiler alert: she did.

Barbara

Oh, she would make the cutest card for you—the envelope is decorated with cute stickers (some of them even had her face on it; there’s nothing like promoting merchandise, am i right? jkjks) She also pairs it off with a box of chocolates that she bought from Sara—however, what she didn’t know was that in the box was a special-edition spicy chocolate truffle. With your luck, that was the first one you chose—and boy, were you met a surprise (it was so bad that you were begging Barbara to use her Vision on you, which she refused of course). Fun times.

Chongyun

He’s real sweet. After his expeditions and commissions, he opens the freezer (yes he keeps them in there, don’t judge him) to an array of ice sculptures, shapes varying from flowers, hearts, and such—although it’s quite the simple gift, he’s put a lot of effort into them, even putting in the extra effort to cast a spell to make sure they would not melt; it’s all worth though, when he sees the absolutely giddy expression on your face, and the look of pure awe as you pick one up and study it closely, admiring all of the details and work that’s he put in.

Ningguang

She sends out informants to find out what you like, whether it be something that your gaze settled on for too long or something you’ve mentioned while talking to her—on the day of, you open your door to a mountain of gifts, with Ningguang herself peering out from behind it with a calm smile and a wave (which was the opposite of your reaction, because who has that much mora to purchase all of these gifts?!?)

Razor

He doesn’t have a clue on what the holiday until Lisa asks him if he’s planned something for the two of you during one of his lessons. When he shakes his head no, Lisa suggests that he make you something, to which he sets out on an adventure to do, looking for flowers and flower stems to weave into a pair of matching bracelets—they’re not the prettiest, but he is pretty proud of it; after all, it was his first time making something like that. He’s quite nervous to present it to you, afraid that you might not like it, but all feelings of worry melt away when you slide it on with a huge smile on your face, insisting that he wears his too.

Sucrose

At first, she considers gifting you a present that she created herself; of course, with her work being alchemy, she isn’t sure if that would be the safest option, despite being talented herself. And so, she resorts to buying a present for you—she is very picky with the present though, insisting that it should be perfect since she could not make one herself. She even consults Albedo when selecting some of the presents (he doesn’t help her unfortunately; he believes that she should figure it out herself haha). Like Razor, she’s quite nervous to give it to you, but lets out a huge sigh of relief as you thank her happily for the gift, wiping a bead of sweat from across her forehead (sucrose bby anything you give us would be perfect,,)

whisks you away somewhere sentimental, where the two of you can enjoy a special date.

Beidou

It’s ungodly early in the morning when Beidou presents herself in front of your doorstep, announcing that you’ll be joining her and the crew on a special ride. She tugs you along beside her until you reach the harbor, where you are met with the sight of her ship adorned with streamers and banners, varying between shades of pink and red. Onboard, there is a table filled with goodies the crew collected and made, and boy do they look delicious. The group sets out to sea, and you take your place next to the captain, who even lets you steer the boat (momentarily, at least.)

Bennett

He takes you to meet his dads; yes, yes—he knows that it’s not the most romantic thing to do on a day dedicated to lovers, but he figures it’s just as important. Besides, they’ve been asking about you for quite a while—they even set up a small party within the Adventurer’s Guild, with the help of Bennett, of course. You spend the day listening to their old adventuring stories, as well as bits from Bennett’s childhood (poor boy is flustered from all the information his dads are spilling, but he’s still happy either way; after all, he’s with the most important people to him.)

Kaeya

He quite literally kidnaps you; one second you’re walking in the streets of Mondstadt on your way to work when suddenly someone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into an alley way (that sounds so creepy but i swear he means it in a good way). He only chuckles and shields himself with his arms as you punch him lightly, retorting that he scared you. He doesn’t care that the two of you have an overwhelming amount of work to do—after all, Valentine’s Day only comes once a year, right? Surprisingly, he doesn’t take you the tavern, but instead...Dawn Winery! Diluc received quite the surprise when he is met with the two of you standing outside his gates, with Kaeya requesting a wine/grape juice taste-testing. Yeah...you guys didn’t get any of that, but you did manage to snag a couple of grapes on your way out! Good for you!

Venti

You wake up in your bed, opening your eyes to see a very-smiley Venti laying beside you, chin propped up against his hand as he watches you yawn sleepily as you force yourself out of bed. You’re then presented with a handpicked-bouquet of Ceceilias, the freshest of the bunch, if he may add. You barely have time to thank him before he hoists you up in his arms and out of your dwelling, gliding over the city of Mondstadt as he whisks you away to Starsnatch Cliff, where he’s prepared a special performance just for you (and no, you don’t need to pay.)

Xingqiu

While he’s not the most romantic, he does have a clue on what people look for on Valentine’s Day; after all, that’s what cheesy-romance novels were for, right? Unbeknownst to you, he takes you on a date very similar to the one the main characters in his favorite novels partook in—and you don’t find out until you catch him peeking into the pages while you weren’t (you were) looking. Again, it’s the thought that counts—

doesn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

Jean

Sadly, she probably forgets about the holiday. She’s too busy holed-up in her office to notice the couples gathered up in the courtyard, sharing moments with their lover. It’s not until she walks out to take a breather that she notices the commotion—she immediately calls you over, apologizing frantically. Of course, to this you respond that’s it’s okay, but that you would much rather her take the rest of the day off to spend time together, to which she reluctantly agrees.

Xiao

“I do not have time to celebrate silly human traditions like that.” He would say as you bound up to him, exclaiming that it’s Valentine’s Day, the day where you can give sweets to your loved ones, and asking if he had someone special in mind to spend it with. He’s irked when your gaze falters and the grip on the object you’re hiding behind your back tightens—he only grows more irked as you mutter to yourself how you’ll give the chocolates you made to someone else. He scoffs loudly, avoiding your gaze as he lays out his hand in front of you to accept the chocolates (just because he doesn’t celebrate the holiday doesn’t mean he can’t get jealous!)

[allthingsarmin]

Hello, can i please request an armin x reader but it’s a modern au where armin is a nerd and the reader is popular, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea :)

Thank you for your request, anon! I really hope you like it, and I can always rewrite it if it’s not the way you imagined. Also, sorry it is a little long - I think I got carried away with this prompt haha.

The beginning might be a little angsty, but the ending is cute ^_^

GN!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, mentions of self-doubt, kissing

Word Count: 2,346

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Things change - sometimes for the better - like how Armin finally cut his bob-length hair and now has a handsome undercut that suits his jawline and like how you are finally growing taller since it seemed like forever that Armin was the taller one.

Things change - sometimes for the worse - like how you and Armin used to be so close in grade school, but now in college, your relationship is made up of awkward smiles in the hallways, small waves when passing each other in the library, and unfinished conversations on SnapChat.

Things fade - relationships come to an end, people move on, and that’s just life. Look at you now, from a quiet person to a popular student known for your humorous remarks, angelic facial features, a delightful sense of style, and your beautifully color-coded notes. You capture hearts with your smile, and you never fail to make anyone laugh with your stupidly funny puns and nonsense. To put it simply, Armin is a bit different - well, you could say nerdy. Quiet, polite, and has as much passion for the world as he does intelligence. Always heavily invested in school and studying as you could almost always find his nose in between the pages of a book or study guide. Poor Armin - not known for his sweet personality or his above average intelligence. Definitely not known for his sense of style but always comes to class dressed in a rather dashing blazer and keeps a couple Kleenex tissues in his left pocket. Armin barely has any friends, - if any - but he always makes sure to hold the door open for strangers, smile at teachers when entering the classroom, and send you a “Happy Birthday!” text every year.

Some things don’t fade - like Armin’s feelings for you even after you two grew apart and he was forced to watch you from the sidelines. How could he not be so deeply in love with you? When you two were close, you coddled up with each other and read books about the ocean, learning about sharks and so naively believing in the theory of Atlantis. You stayed over at each other’s houses and studied together as well as comforted each other if one of you didn’t do as well as you expected on a test. You used to braid his long blond locks as he told you stories about his grandfather. During the summers, you would use chalk to draw a picture of you two on the blistering sidewalks outside his house, and he would give you handmade bookmarks as a present. Even though you two have grown apart, he is still in love with you, watching you laugh from far away. The way your eyes squint out of happiness and the sound of your hearty laughter makes his body heat up and his cheeks rosy. The way you sometimes send him “Good luck!” texts for when there’s a big test in a class you both are taking makes him smile with teary eyes since it seems that you have in fact not forgotten about him and his intense anxiety when it comes to test-taking. The way you ran up to Armin and gripped his arm when you unexpectedly saw him in the campus coffee shop that one time sent a euphoric tingle throughout his body that made him forget how to breathe properly. How could he not love you when you were always there for him, when you remembered every personal detail he told you during late-night childhood sleepovers, when you tried your best to make him love himself? Armin wants so badly to tell you how important you are to him, how he wants to protect you from everything bad in the world, how he wants to wrap his arms around you and listen to your heartbeat… you are just so hard to reach. He is a nerd, a loser, and you are so popular, surrounded by endless amounts of friends… he’s sure your contacts are completely full and DMs flooding with people who are interested in you and are a lot better than him. What was the point in even trying?

Luckily for Armin, you feel the same way. To be honest with yourself, your stupid jokes, loud laughter, and wide smiles were really just a cover-up for how deeply sad you are. No matter how many friends you have or instant messages you receive from strangers online, you feel incredibly alone because none of them are him. Popularity doesn't matter to you anymore - you just miss your best friend so terribly. You missed walking on the beach together, splashing each other with the salty waves, making study-flashcards together, and being able to touch his beautiful blond hair whenever you wanted. Armin’s birthday is coming up, and you want to make your move and do something big for him that would let him know how special he is to you. This time, it wouldn’t involve loads of friends or a loud party with that overly social and fake personality of yours.

You text Armin: “Hey Armin! We haven’t talked in awhile, but your birthday is this Saturday, and I would like to meet up with you. Are you free to go to the beach on Saturday? I want to give you a present, and I just want to catch up with you. I miss my friend!”

Armin read the text with relief. Even if he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, he still wanted more than anything to reconnect with his old friend. “It’s good to hear from you, y/n! I have no plans for Saturday, so of course we can meet up… around 7pm if that’s okay. I want to watch the sunset! And I miss you too…”

Saturday:

It is November, which means it’s cold. At the beach in November? Even colder, so you make sure to dress warmly.

It is 6:59pm, and you trudge through the moist sand, the harsh wind bearing itself against your face making the tip of your nose turn a bright pink as you grip your hoodie close to your body. In the distance, you see Armin sitting on the sand, shoes off and wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a black beanie. Sitting next to him was his backpack - of course he was the type to bring his school work with him while you always brought your violently vibrating phone with you everywhere.

You release a tired breath as you sit next to him in the sand, setting the bag of presents down beside you and keeping your cold hands in your hoodie pocket. A big smile is on your face as you ask him: “Aren’t you cold, Armin? Why don’t you have your shoes on?!” Armin laughs as he turns his face toward you. At this point, you can see how red his cheeks really are, and this is really the first time you’ve noticed how handsome he actually is. The softness of his blond eyelashes beautifully contrast with the sharpness of his jawline. His smile is soft, and his deep blue eyes pierce into yours. “Hahaha, I don’t know. I just haven’t been to the beach in a long time…” he trails off. “It’s ‘cuz you’re so popular now that you don’t have time to hang out with me,” he states in a playfully butt-hurt tone though you can sense that he is indeed a little upset about it. The waves hitting the shore fill the awkward silence between you two. “I know,” you softly say, “but I think about you all the time. I miss you, and I hope we can be close friends again,” you confess. Armin feels his heart flutter when you say that you miss him. He wants to tell you he loves you and wants to reassure you that he’d always be there for you, but instead he pats you on the back. “It’s okay! I was just joking,” he awkwardly laughs. “Of course we are friends, and I hope we can be even closer too.”

He glances to your side. “What’s in the bag?” he inquires. “Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly as if you forgot about it. You rush to give him the bag and shove it into his arms. “It’s just some stuff I got you for your birthday.”

He rummages through it, going through the endless amount of tissue paper on the top. He pulls out a light blue sweater first.

“It’s almost winter, so I figured I’d give you something warm. I think this color…” you pause and hesitantly reach up to adjust his beautiful blond bangs, “... would look good on you.”

You both make eye contact for a second and quickly look away from each other. “Haha, it’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you!” You are just about to say ‘no problem’ before he is quickly taking off his green sweatshirt and replacing it with the light blue one, his very toned abs peeking through the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath the sweatshirt. You feel your cheeks grow warm and instantly look away. Armin notices and chuckles to himself. He would honestly never mind if you wanted to look at them or even touch them.

“Now, onto the second one,” you say, trying to change the subject. Armin pulls out two matching, homemade bracelets that feature a seashell on both of them. He looks at them silently and intently.

“I made matching bracelets!” you say proudly. “They’re like friendship bracelets, so we both have to wear them all the time! You aren’t allowed to take it off!” you joke.

“They’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers as he stares at the shells, a sparkle in his eyes. He immediately puts it on and gently takes your wrist to put yours on.

“There,” he says contently, carefully placing your wrist in your lap.

You two sit silently next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another and watching the waves as the sun casts a dull orange and purple glow across the sky. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the squawking birds in the sky cancel out the noises of Armin softly crying.

Once you notice, you quickly snap your head around. “Armin, are you okay?” you ask, extremely worried.

“Thank you for the presents, y/n,” he sniffles. “You have always done stuff like this for me,” Armin continues as he gets flashbacks of you two running across the beach and gawking at beautiful seashells, telling jokes to each other in grade school when it was supposed to be reading time, and making funny drawings of each other. “I’ve never told you thank you - for being there for me and comforting me all those times, and just letting me be myself. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything together. I miss making you laugh, and I miss going to the library with you and asking you about your day.”

At this point, you feel like crying too because you feel the exact same. You spent so much of your life wanting to fit in, and you finally became popular but at what cost? You nearly forgot about the most important person to you, the one person that actually cares about you.

“I love you,” Armin suddenly blurts out, a tear running down his face. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” he says so quietly that it’s borderline pathetic. You swear your heart stopped when he said that. You feel a burning sensation all along your body as you forget about the cold air hitting your face, and you feel your breathing stop. The uncertainty you felt that kept you awake every night about whether Armin thought of you the same, all the self-doubt, all the guilt about leaving your friend behind, had been erased in an instant.

The silence between you two is unbearably awkward, and with confidence you seemingly pull out of nowhere, you throw yourself onto Armin’s lips, your arms enclosing his broad shoulders, and both of you falling sideways into the wet sand. Armin, at first shocked, passionately kisses back and links onto your soft lips. The tips of your noses are cold, but you both eventually succumb to each other's warmth. You both pull away to catch some breath. Armin gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Even after all this time, he still smells the same - vanilla and cedarwood. “I love you too,” you softly say. Noticing that you both are practically wallowing in the sand by now, you apologize. “Also, sorry I ruined your new sweatshirt. There’s sand all over it,” you laugh.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he reassures, shyly placing a kiss on your forehead. “Want to watch the sunset with me?” You nod your head enthusiastically, a smile you couldn’t help leave your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you quitely exclaim.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asks in a concerned tone.

“I forgot I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight.”

Armin busts out laughing - a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life even though he’s laughing at your poor planning.

“When the sun finally sets, we can go back to my dorm, and I can help you with it if that’s alright with you,” he politely offers.

“Sure!” you happily reply.

You both sit up and face the horizon. The sun was almost gone, and the sky was a heavenly pink color while the sea began to look indigo. Your hands were linked with Armin’s, and for the first time in a long time, you felt warm despite the air getting cooler.

Getting ready to go to Armin’s dorm, he grabs his backpack and his dark green sweatshirt. You get up and check your phone, not at all caring that you have nearly fifty missed text messages and missed calls asking why you didn’t come to the weekly campus party.

You finally have all that you need.

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I really hoped you liked it! Requests are open ~ I have another request that will be posted soon.

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What Happens to Bad Boys - George Weasley

Title: What Happens to Bad Boys Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dry humping, praising, teasing, degradation. Slight Sub!George Summary: Y/N loves teasing George to force him into giving her what she wants. But when he refuses to give in Y/N has no choice but to show him what happens to boys who are bad. A/N: Summary is shit but again, what else is new! For the anon who wanted some dry humping with George!! I’ve been dying to get to this request so thank you to the person who requested it haha. This is basically pure filth there is legitimately 1% plot. Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open!! Tags: not tagging anyone as I'm not sure who is 18+!

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“You’re kidding, right?” George asks Y/N as she comes down the stairs from his flat into the shop. He lets his eyes rake over every inch of Y/N’s body and he can’t seem to look away. She’s wearing a burnt orange silk camisole top that’s tucked into the tightest and shortest pair of denim shorts George has ever seen. Her top exposes the tops of her breasts, and her long hair is tied up, leaving her shoulders and neck bare to the world.

“What?” Y/N asks in her most innocent voice. But the smirk on her face tells George that she knows exactly what she’s doing.

George hooks his fingers in the beltloops of Y/N’s shorts and pulls her into a hard kiss. “You know what. You look so fucking sexy in that outfit, Y/N,” he compliments as his lips trail kisses down her neck. “Which means it pains me to say this, but you have to go upstairs and change.”

“But Georgie,” Y/N whines, causing George to chuckle against her skin. “It’s so hot in here, I’m gonna sweat to death if I wear anything else.”

George sighs as he pulls away from Y/N’s neck and he rubs his thumb on her bottom lip to pull it from between her teeth. It’s puffier than usual when it snaps back into place, and it nearly kills George not to shove Y/N to her knees so he can feel it wrapped around his cock. It also kills him to admit that she’s right. It’s the middle of July, and Britain is in the middle of the worst heat wave it’s ever seen. Despite the air conditioning and the fans George has set up all over the place, the heat is still present, and it’ll only get worse when people start to enter the shop.

“I guess you’re right,” he drawls, giving in to her. “And you are doing me a huge favor by helping out while Fred’s out of town.” They’ve got a potential new investor located in Scotland, and with the shop getting busier each week and their plans to add a few new product lines over the coming months they’re in need of some extra money to do some expansions to their property.

Y/N squeals happily and pulls George down into a brief kiss. “You’re the best, Georgie.” Y/N leans up, so her lips are just barely brushing George’s ear lobe. “And I’ll be sure to show you how thankful I am for your generosity later,” she whispers.

Y/N’s voice is sultry, and it causes a shiver to run down George’s spine, his cock twitching in his trousers. “Can’t wait.” George kisses Y/N deeply for a few moments, swatting her ass as he pulls away. “Now go unlock the door so we can get this workday started.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N responds with a wink before heading off to the door to prevent George from spanking her again.

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Turns out Y/N’s teasing from this morning was just a hint of what she had in store for him throughout the day. It started off as just a few glances here and there with Y/N using her best come fuck me look, which she knows drives George up the wall. When George started refusing to meet her gaze, Y/N stepped it up a notch. She took every opportunity to get close to George so that her fingers could lightly graze some part of his body. The tips of her fingers would slowly graze his back whenever she passed by him, her nails lightly grazing his arm as they reached for a product on the same shelf. Goosebumps would erupt on George’s skin with each touch, and Y/N reveled in every shiver she sent down his spine.

When George started to dodge her physical advances, Y/N decided to get creative. Every time she found herself in front of George she’d bend over to tie her shoe, or to grab a product from a shelf, the reason didn’t really matter to her. All that mattered is that George was getting the perfect view of her smooth thighs and round ass, his favorite places to touch her. Every time she bent over Y/N could feel George’s intense gaze, sending shivers through her core. Y/N also takes every opportunity she has to reach over George, allowing her to practically shove her cleavage into his face. The feeling of his hot breath fanning over her skin causes arousal to pool in her stomach and every time she walks away her eyes linger on him, watching as his hand adjusts his erection in his trousers. At one-point Y/N even pretends to give herself a papercut, and she watches George practically drool when she brings her finger to her lips and slowly sucks on it, as if she’s trying to soothe the wound.

“Are you trying to kill me?” George asks quietly as he comes to stand next to Y/N. He was barely able to focus on working with how turned on he’d become, so he forced Y/N to work the till, figuring it would give him a break from her torturous teasing. But of course, Y/N had somehow managed to make handling coins erotic, and George is just as hard in his trousers as he had been when he first sent her behind the counter.

Y/N looks up at George from under her eyelashes, and she has to bite her lip to keep from moaning when his eyes darken even more. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I’m just doing my job.”

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” George groans, his voice deep. He’s so hard he feels like he might burst out of his trousers, and he makes sure no one is around before grabbing Y/N’s hand and slowly bringing it to his crotch. “See what you do to me?” He lets out a quiet gasp as Y/N starts to palm his erection and his knuckles start to turn weight from how hard he’s gripping the counter.

“George,” Y/N moans breathily. His free hand has started to massage one of her bum cheeks and her eyes are trained on the hand he has on the counter, mesmerized by the way the veins pop out. Y/N presses her thighs together to get some relief on her aching pussy as she imagines those fingers pumping in and out of her and her free hand grabs George’s collar so she can pull his face down to hers. “I need you Georgie, please,” she begs into his ear. “Take me into the office, no one will notice we’re gone.”

George tuts and takes a large step away from Y/N, smirking when she whines. “Sorry, love. Gonna have to wait a bit longer for me to ruin you.”

Y/N glares at George’s back as he walks away to help a customer, not only frustrated that he got her all worked up for nothing, but that she’d lost her control over him as well. She starts to ring up a customer, a plan for dealing with George already forming in her head.

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“Well hello there,” George greets with a chuckle as Y/N straddles his lap. He abandons what he’d been working on so he can push away from the desk, giving Y/N room to sit on him. His hands land on her ass and he starts to knead them slowly. “All closed up?”

Y/N hums as she pushes back into George’s hands and pulls him into a slow kiss. She lets him take control for now and opens her mouth to let his tongue in when he asks for permission. Y/N starts to grind her hips down against George’s, moaning into his mouth when his hips buck up to meet hers. “You were a bad boy earlier, Georgie,” she teases, letting her lips start to kiss down his neck. Due to the warm weather George lost his suit coat and tie hours ago, and Y/N starts to unbutton his collared shirt.

“Was I?” George asks, his hands wandering from Y/N’s ass to her hips so he can guide her grinding movements. Normally by now after a day of Y/N teasing him like she has been George would already have her on her knees choking on his cock as he fucks her throat. But she clearly has something planned, and George is excited to see where it goes.

“Oh yes,” Y/N confirms, pulling away from George slightly to examine the mark on his collarbone. She pushes his shirt open to expose his torso and she starts to lightly drag her nails up and down his flesh as her hips start to grind against him harder. “I was teasing you all day. And when I finally was gonna let you fuck me you didn’t.”

George uses his grip on Y/N’s hips to still her movement so his hips can rut up against her at his own pace. He’s been hard in his trousers since the day began, and he’s desperate for his release. Y/N twists one of his nipples with one hand while the other scratches down his chest, causing George to groan loudly. “Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry. Let me fuck you now. Make it up to you,” he pants.

“Sorry, Georgie,” Y/N chides. “Only good boys get to bury their cocks in my pussy.” She twists both of George’s nipples as his hips thrust up against her, moaning at the guttural noise it rips from his throat. “Bad boys have to cum in their trousers.”

“Fucking hell, Y/N,” George moans. George can feel his cock pulsing in his trousers, and he’s embarrassed to admit that he can feel his orgasm building from dry humping Y/N alone. It makes him feel like a desperate teenager all over again, and Y/N’s manipulations on his chest only turn him on further.

Y/N leans down to suck a mark into George’s collarbone, one of her hands twisting and pinching his nipple while the other tangles in the hair at the base of his neck. “Making such pretty noises, Georgie,” Y/N teases, trailing kisses back up his neck towards his mouth. George’s jaw is slack, breathy moans and pants coming out at their own will. She pinches his nipple and tugs on his hair at the same time and the noise he makes goes right to her core.

“Please,” George begs, not really sure what he’s asking Y/N for. He tightens his grip on her hips, and he’s sure that there will be bruises there tomorrow.

“Come on, Georgie, use your words,” Y/N teases, pulling on George’s hair again. “Look at you. So desperate and needy just from humping me. You can’t even string a sentence together.” She bites her lip, watching as George’s eyes flutter shut when she tugs on his hair again. “Are you gonna come in your trousers for me, Georgie?”

George nods wildly, his hips stuttering when Y/N twists his nipple. “So fucking close,” he pants, pulling Y/N down against him harder for more friction. “Am I your good boy? Please, Y/N. Wanna be your good boy.”

Y/N can feel her wetness dripping into her panties and if George didn’t look and sound so hot as he writhes underneath her she’d be pulling his cock out and riding him until they both finish. “Look at me, George.” When George’s eyes open Y/N pinches his nipple and tugs his hair at the same time, a shiver running down her spine at the whine he lets out. “Being such a good boy for me, Georgie,” she praises. “You like being my good boy, don’t you?”

“God yes, Y/N. Love being a good boy for you.” George can feel his orgasm approaching, and his hips start to move against Y/N faster as he chases his release. “Y/N,” he moans, his hips stuttering as he starts to release inside of his boxers. George can feel his cock twitching, and he keeps slowly rolling his hips to help him through his climax.

“That’s it, Georgie. Make your boxers all messy for me. Such a good boy,” Y/N coos, stroking George’s hair. She presses soft kisses all over George’s face, whispering words of praise as she does.

When George’s breathing starts to return to normal he stills his hips, slightly uncomfortable from the sticky mess in his boxers, but still turned on at the same time. He slaps Y/N’s bare thigh hard, and his cock twitches at the moan she lets out. “All that teasing and yet I’m the one who gets punished? Unbelievable.”

Y/N giggles and pulls their mouths together, kissing George hard. “Dunno if I’d call that punishment, Georgie, at least you got to finish. I’m dripping for you, and my little pussy is begging to be filled.”

George smirks, and Y/N squeals as he picks her up and places her back down on top of his desk. “Let’s change that then.”

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Joy, can you please do friendship hc for knuckle n shoot? I feel like they’d be great homies haha

This request is the cutest thing ever. 💓 Thank you!!

❤ Best Friends ❤

So... We all know that these two didn't necessarily get along too well at first. It took them a little while to get used to each other...and it took some time to even become more than partners. After everything that has happened with them, especially working the Chimera Ant mission together...they did eventually become close friends. It just took some time for them.

Not only do they spend time together when their teacher invites them out for celebratory drinks or anything, they themselves will grab food or do little things together. They also train together from time to time! Knuckle and Shoot would be the type of friends where they necessarily don't have to be doing literally everything together if they don't want to. (But being a Hunter and working on different missions and traveling for them would take up their time, even if they wanted to spend more time together.)

They text. All the time. They'll send each other photos on their missions, too, during their breaks and downtime. Shoot will always get dog photos from him, and he enjoys it. Knuckle appreciates Shoot's love for nature as well.

From time to time, they have both lived together whenever Morel would invite them to stay at his place on missions. (My personal headcanon, so ignore me.) Even though they kind of get annoyed at each other for little things they do...it's like having a sleepover. They enjoy eating together and just spending time together without worrying over work.

Overtime, Knuckle and Shoot have both had serious talks together. I can see them having the late night talks over anything...even their pasts. Regardless of how much they tell each other in those moments, Knuckle and Shoot both understand where they other is coming from, and what all they have gone through in their lives. Over the years, they open up more to each other when they feel they're comfortable with the other person. This is definitely how they become much closer friends.

Speaking completely hypothetically here...but if they had significant others of their own... They would be so supportive of them, for each other. Of course they're going to be friends with them as well. Absolutely will go on double dates. And they talk about their significant other constantly to each other. It's super cute.

I think this is an "opposites attract" situation, whenever I think about Knuckle and Shoot's relationship. Shoot can keep himself collected and level headed, even when Knuckle is being loud and letting his temper get to him. However, Knuckle can try to talk to Shoot, or just lend a good ear whenever Shoot is stressed or letting his nerves get the best of him. Regardless if they're different in personality or looks or anything, they go well together. Both of these men have a nice dynamic going on. And in reality...they are actually more alike than what they would think.

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Second father

Pairing - Daryl Dixon x child!reader 

Word count - 2,168

Warnings - mentions of violence, lil’ bit of angst, honestly this is mostly fluff

Summary - Negan's daughter is found in the Sanctuary after the war, Daryl takes her under his wing

A/N - Hey y’all I’m back with a new request which was honestly a joy to write because I’m soft for Daryl Dixon (if that wasn’t already obvious before) and it was kinda tough to write but I like to hope I did okay (I finished this at a stupid hour due to my lovely flatmates keeping me up haha). I won’t ramble anymore but as per y’all please send in requests and enjoy!

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The one thing Rick and his group weren’t expecting to find at the Sanctuary after defeating Negan and taking the Sanctuary as their own was a child. They were confused until Daryl stepped into the room, recognising you instantly. He didn’t know your name but he knew you were Negan’s daughter, he had seen you when the Saviours took him prisoner, when he was cleaning the corridors he saw you skipping alongside Negan with your hand in his and he remembered you asking his name but Daryl had remained silent out of fear of punishment so you never found out his name either and Negan warned you against talking to him but you always offered him a kind smile and a wave whenever you saw him working around the Sanctuary. When you saw Daryl, you were instantly up on your feet and you hid behind his legs, terrified of the strange people in your room and seeking comfort in the only person you recognised. Daryl was shocked at your sudden decision to hide behind him but ultimately understood it because you were young, he figured about four years old and a large group of people you’ve never met before have come into your home. While Daryl was frozen in shock Rick quickly took control of the situation, crouching down to be at your height, you were around Judith’s age and everyone let him deal with it.

“Hey there, what’s your name?” Rick asks, a kind smile on his face as you poke your head out from behind Daryl’s legs.

“y/n.” You reply shyly, returning with a small smile of your own as you take in Rick’s friendly demeanour.

“Hi y/n, I’m Rick. I see you already know Daryl.” Rick comments as you take in Daryl’s name looking up at him.

“He was here for a bit, I wanted to talk to him, but daddy said I wasn’t allowed to.” You say, still not understanding why Daryl was at the Sanctuary and why you weren’t allowed to talk to him.

“Who’s your dad y/n?” Rick asks, curious as to who would leave a young child alone after what happened between the communities and the Saviours.

“Negan.” Daryl intercepts, looking from you to Rick as he takes in what Daryl says, immediately standing up straight and looking down at you once more, fighting to hide his guilt. He hated Negan more than anything in this apocalypse, but he hated the thought that he took a father away from his daughter.

“Do you know where my daddy is?” You ask, noticing Rick’s reaction to hearing your dad’s name. The four adults in the room all look at each other not knowing how or what to say to you.

“y/n sweetheart can you stay in here for a minute? The adults need to have a quick chat, we’ll be right outside okay?” Carol says, smiling down at you as she gestures at your bed and you nod, emerging from behind Daryl and sitting on your bed. You grab the book on your bed and open it, starting to read the words on the page as the adults all file into the corridor.

“How do we explain the war to her? As well as the fact we have her father prisoner.” Rick says, a hand running through his hair out of stress.

“We don’t. She don’t need to know that.” Daryl says, his paternal instincts kicking in and wanting to keep the war as hidden as possible from you, if Judith didn’t have to know about it then you didn’t either. Daryl noticed Carol’s raised eyebrow at his quick response but ignored it, he knew she wasn’t expecting him to be so protective over Negan’s daughter, but he didn’t care what she thought.

“So, what do we say Daryl?” Michonne asks, turning to Daryl.

“I don’t know but it ain’t fair to tell a kid that ‘er dad is bein’ held prisoner after a war with us, if it was the other way round would you want Judith to know what you did?” Daryl replies, turning to both Michonne and Rick who glance at each other, understanding what Daryl is saying. While Negan may have been an asshole who killed people in front of Rick and the others, to you he was someone different. He was your father, the man who protected you when the dead started to roam the Earth and took care of you despite his role as the leader of the Saviours.

“We should bring her back to Alexandria, as long as she doesn’t find out about Negan in that cell, she should be fine. There will be someone there who will be happy to look after her.” Rick says, rubbing his face.

“I’ll look after ‘er.” Daryl says, shocking everyone as they turn to look at him.

“What? She already trusts me, I’ll keep ‘er safe.” He continues, looking at the group around him. Rick holds a stare with Daryl before nodding slowly.

“Go help her to pack some stuff up, the sooner we head back home the better.” Rick says, gesturing to your door with his head and watching as Daryl enters the room before Rick turns around to tell the others to help the others pack up stuff from the Sanctuary.

You looked up from your book when you heard the door open, not knowing who would be coming in and you visibly relaxed upon seeing Daryl enter the room.

“You got a bag? You’re gonna come live with us, we’ll look after you.” Daryl says, watching as you get off your bed, crouching down and pulling a small suitcase from out underneath it. Daryl helped you pack clothes and any extras you wanted to bring before zipping up the suitcase and picking it up while you grab your rabbit soft toy off your bed and clutch it close to your chest.

“C’mon.” Daryl says, a small smile on his face as you grab his hand following him out to the cars and Daryl was silently pleased that he chose not to take his bike today because he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible and if he was someone who made you comfortable then he’d stick with you for as long as you needed. He loads your suitcase into the car and gets into the car with you following after. You immediately snuggled against Daryl’s side, melting his heart. he wasn’t expecting you to put so much trust into him despite barely knowing him. Daryl protectively wrapped an arm around you as you cuddled your toy closer to your chest. Daryl knew he didn’t want to replace Negan, but he’d be damned if he let anything or anyone hurt you.

When you arrived at Alexandria you followed Daryl through the town happily waving at people and taking in the sights of the town. You asked Daryl a lot of questions and while he was never one for socialising he answered your questions and talked to you as you walked to drop your stuff off at his house where he decided you’d be staying.

In his cell Negan heard a familiar voice that had him standing by the window in seconds. When he saw you walking alongside Daryl chatting happily with him tears immediately sprang to his eyes. He stumbled backwards until his back met the wall and slid down and sat on the floor as sobs racked his body. You were the first thought that came into his head when he woke up inside Alexandria’s walls, he didn’t dare mention you out of fear Rick would do something to you. His tears were mostly of relief, he expected the worst when it came to Rick’s group finding you but seeing you alive and happy was enough for him. He knew there was no chance he’d be able to talk to you but seeing you and just knowing you were okay was all he needed to see. He figured he’d ask the next person to check up on him to let him know how you’re doing but they’d probably deny his request. He figured it was worth a shot when the door to the room opened and Rick walked in, stopping when he saw Negan sobbing on the floor and sat on the chair.

“We took the stuff from the Sanctuary today. You guys had a lot of stuff which will help us massively.” Rick says, ignoring Negan curled up into a ball on the floor. Once Rick finished his sentence there was a silence that was only broken by Negan’s occasional sniffles as he attempted to regain control over his emotions.

“y/n, is she okay? I saw her walk past. Is she okay?” Negan asks, looking up at Rick with a fire in his teary eyes.

“Yeah, Daryl’s gonna be looking after her from now on.” Rick says, trying to fight the guilt crawling in his stomach as Negan wipes his tears away.

“He better take good care of her or I’ll-”

“He will. Daryl offered to look after her almost as soon as we found her. She trusts him and I know he wouldn’t hurt her.” Rick states firmly, not letting Negan have doubt in Daryl. When Negan didn’t reply Rick decided it wasn’t worth torturing the man any further and left the room, locking the door behind him. Leaving Negan alone in his cell.

Nearly a week had passed since Daryl took you under his wing and you had enjoyed every second you spent within the walls of Alexandria. You had made friends with Judith and you spent a lot of time with her, drawing, painting, and playing games. Everyone in Alexandria adored you and didn’t hold your father’s actions against you in any way. Alexandria quickly became your new home and you preferred it to the Sanctuary, it was warm, and everyone was nice unlike the people your father associated himself with. The group had noticed how you changed Daryl, he was a lot happier when you were around, always smiling and laughing when he had the chance to play a game with you. You gave him a reason to return to Alexandria every time he left to go on runs or hunts. While you loved living with Daryl who quickly became a second father to you, you couldn’t help but miss your real father. You still hadn’t been told what happened to him and you’d never asked until one night as you got into your bed you decided to ask Daryl as he came in to say goodnight as he did every night.

“Daryl, what happened to my daddy?” You ask innocently, looking up at Daryl who stops walking, not knowing how to approach this situation. His instincts were screaming at him to keep this from you, that you didn’t need to be thinking that your father is a monster.

“Is he in heaven?” You press, tears filling your eyes which shatters Daryl’s heart.

“Nah, he ain’t there. He’s okay, I know that. Ya ain’t old enough to know what happened but I’ll tell you when you’re older.” Daryl replies quickly, approaching the bed and sitting down next to you, letting you crawl over to him and cuddle against his side as he reincorporated the hug.

“You promise?” You ask quietly, looking up at Daryl with wide, curious eyes.

“I promise kid.” He replies, looking down at you with a small smile as he lifts a hand to ruffle your hair, causing you to let out a giggle and swat at his hand with one of your own before Daryl starts to tickle you, letting out a laugh as you squirm and laugh, desperately trying to fight back. When Daryl stops you scramble to the other end of the bed, breathing heavily as Daryl chuckles. As soon as you recovered you immediately crossed back over to Daryl and allowed him to pull you in for another hug. Daryl then decides it’s time for you to get some sleep when you let out a yawn and he stands up, letting you crawl under the covers before pulling them over you and making sure you have your toy so you can sleep. As Daryl turns to leave, he hears you speak up.

“Daryl? I love you.” You mumble sleepily, Daryl freezes in the doorway, he didn’t expect you to say that. Before turning the light off he turned around and gave you a small smile.

“Love ya too kid.” He replies, turning the light off and leaving the room, closing the door behind him allowing you to have a peaceful sleep. He returned to his own room thinking about what you just said, he didn’t expect you to grow attached to him after about a week but he was grateful that the group found you when they did because he couldn’t imagine not having you in his life, you improved his life for the better and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[drabbles-mc]

House Call

Neron “Creeper” Vargas x Reader

Request by my #1 @est1887: Ok here goes for creeper can you make it fluffy lol I love a good love story clearly lol: “Anything, just call me okay” “Call me now it urgent” “Actually I just miss you”

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Soo this is my first time writing for Creeper and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! I may have gotten a little carried away...hence the 4.9k but this was a really fun one to write haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo

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He winced, letting out an exaggerated groan as you stitched up the cut. You knew it probably hurt, but you also knew him well enough to know that he had been through much worse and wasn’t so dramatic about it. You smiled as you continued his stitches, “Pretending it hurts more than it actually does isn’t going to make me give you stronger painkillers, you know.”

He instantly dropped the act as a smile crossed his face, still looking up at the ceiling for a moment before looking at you, “What if I’m really convincing?”

Your eyes met his for a moment as you arched on eyebrow, “You’re not that good of an actor, Neron.”

He chuckled, and a genuine pang of pain shot through him as he did so he tried to still himself again. You hated how often he seemed to get banged up, but he was at least a good patient. You weren’t positive that he always took the full amount of recovery time, but all of his injuries seemed to heal with minimal issues so you couldn’t complain. His stitches always stayed clean, and he swore that he always did the full run of whatever types of meds you had him on when necessary. For someone who seemed so accident-prone, he took good care of himself.

There was a comfortable familiarity between the two of you. Friends may have been too strong of a word, but whenever he had to come and see you, or the rare occasions that you had to stop by the clubhouse to patch someone up, you always enjoyed talking to him. Even if it was while you were swabbing out and stitching up stab wounds or bullet holes.

You were putting a light bandage over the stitching so it wouldn’t get dirty. The slice went down the inside of his bicep and it wasn’t exactly the shallowest cut. It would take a bit of time to heal but you had no doubts that he would be back to normal sooner rather than later.

“I think,” you lightly traced your finger along his arm, inspecting your work, “you’re good to go.”

“Sending me away already, Doc?”

You smiled, “You’ll have to come back soon anyway so I can keep an eye on your stitches. You’ll be seeing me again in no time.”

“You always take such good care of us,” he was looking down at his bandage.

“That why you keep getting busted up?”

“It is a bonus.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Right. Well, I’m gonna send your prescription out. It’s a low-dose pain killer. Nothing crazy. Only take it if you need it. You know the drill.”

He chuckled, “Something like that.”

You looked at his arm and let out a small sigh, “Alright. Just because I know how you boys are, and that cut isn’t exactly in an optimal location, I’m gonna give you my number so you can get in touch with me if something starts to feel off or the stitches rip,” you scribbled your number down on a piece of scrap paper before handing it to him, “Anything happens, just call me, okay?”

He nodded, carefully folding and tucking the paper into the pocket of his kutte, “Thank you.”

You nodded, saying goodbye to him before walking out of the room to send his prescription to the pharmacy. The other doctors didn’t understand why you always jumped at the chance to treat the guys from the MC, but you did genuinely enjoy their company. They were all good to you, and you weren’t put off by the ink and kuttes like some of your coworkers.

He walked out of the room while you were sending out his prescription. You only noticed because you could hear all of his friends in the waiting room, instantly starting to crack jokes at his expense when he walked over to them. You smiled, shaking your head slightly—you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying but you were sure that it was amusing.

Once it was all sent out, you made your way over to Creeper and the few guys from the club who had been there waiting for him to get patched up. They were all smiles when you walked over, and it was impossible to not return the gesture.

“You guys are in charge of making sure that he doesn’t get any new injuries while this one is healing, alright?” you gave them all pointed looks, “And no bikes for him until further notice.”

“They aren’t my parents,” Creeper said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, “I can take care of myself.”

You glanced at the bandage on his arm, “Mhm. I see this,” you laughed as your eyes met his, “Give me a call if anything happens, okay?”

He nodded, “Sure thing, Doc.”

As you walked away, you could hear Angel’s voice, “Give her a call? Alright, ‘mano. Good for you.”

You chuckled quietly as you walked off to see your next patient. There were, but one of your favorite things was the fact that you really got to meet and help so many different kinds of people. Stumbling into the circle of the MC had been completely out of your control, but you were glad that it happened. You just so happened to get assigned the right case in the free clinic a couple years ago and since then, you were essentially on Bishop’s speed dial whenever anything went down. He knew you were good at what you did, and could be discreet about it.

Days came and went, and you hadn’t heard anything from Creeper, or anyone for that matter. You supposed no news was good news, but you were curious to know how your patient was doing. You didn’t have his number, though, he only had yours. So you waited. You waited for a call from him, or a notification from the hospital that he had scheduled his follow-up appointment. Either one would be fine by you.

You were just getting off your shift, walking out to your car when your phone started to ring. You didn’t recognize the number, but you picked up anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Doc,” you recognized his voice immediately.

“Neron,” your tone was cautious as you fished your keys out of your purse, “Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t a good call?”

“Because…it’s not,” he chuckled, “It’s not terrible. I just…did something stupid.”

“Oh did you?” you shook your head as you sat down behind the wheel and threw your purse over into the passenger seat.

“Think I could come in and have you fix me up?”

You sighed, “I’m leaving for the day. Text me your address and I’ll just come to you—you shouldn’t be driving anyway.”

“O-okay,” he fumbled over his words for a moment, “I, I can do that.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you laughed, “Don’t do anything else until I get there.”

You were surprised by how close he lived to the hospital. And, by extension, how close he lived to you. Your house was only about a ten-minute drive away from his, if that. You knew it was a small world, but you didn’t think it was quite that small.

You walked up and knocked on the door, medical bag slung over your shoulder. You’d taken to keeping a decent amount of supplies on-hand once you became the on-call doctor for the club. A few moments later he opened the door, a nervous smile on his face.

“You called?” you offered up with a laugh.

You noticed some of the tension disappear from his body as he nodded, stepping out of the way to let you in. You didn’t know what you had been expecting the inside of his home to look like, but what you were seeing didn’t surprise you. Everything was clean and orderly, but it was sparse. He didn’t strike you as the kind of man who was super into interior design anyway.

You took off your shoes, nudging them off to the side as you followed him to the living room. You noticed that he was keeping his arm pinned to his side, trying to hide whatever damage he’d done. It was amusing to you solely because he was going to have to show you what happened if he wanted you to fix it.

He sat down on the couch and you pulled a chair over from his table so that you could sit in front of him facing him. You looked back and forth between his face and his arm, waiting for him to start offering up some sort of explanation.

“Before you get mad,” he gestured with his good arm, “let me explain.”

“Please do,” you smiled as you started taking things out of your bag.

“I was being good,” he was almost pleading, “I was staying home—no rides, no club shit. Figured that since I’m stuck in the house I might as well get a few things around here taken care of.”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised, “Did any of the things that needed to be taken care of involve any kind of heavy lifting?”

“I didn’t think it was heavy! Not until,” he finally showed you his arm.

A few of his stitches had definitely ripped. It would be a quick and easy fix, but you could tell by the look on his face that he felt like he was about to get in trouble in the principal’s office. You smiled as you carefully undid the bandage and started wiping the dried blood away.

“It could be worse,” you said with a chuckle.

You could see the relief in his body language when he realized that you weren’t frustrated or upset with him. His injury wasn’t at the top of his list of concerns—he knew that you’d be able to fix it. He just didn’t want you to be pissed off at him during or after the process of doing so.

You re-wrapped his arm and reiterated your previous instructions as you did, “No rides, no heavy lifting. You are a one-armed man for the foreseeable future,” you reached into your bag and pulled out a sling, “And just in case you forget I’m gonna strap you down with this,” you laughed as you fitted it onto him.

He shook his head, but smiled, “This isn’t necessary, Doc.”

“Clearly it is,” you laughed as you leaned back in the chair.

A few beats of silence passed before he looked you in the eyes and let a small smirk pass over his face, “Thank you, by the way. I owe you.”

You shook your head as you packed everything back into your bag, “You don’t owe me. I’m happy to help.”

You were putting the chair back in its rightful place when he asked, “I was gonna order pizza if you want to stick around. I know I just made your long day even longer,” he chuckled nervously, “It’s the least I could do.”

You smiled, nodding, “Pizza sounds good.”

The evening was much more comfortable than you thought it might be. It was the longest that you’d spent with any of the guys from the club, especially in a one-on-one setting. Creeper was easy to be around though, and he kept your laughing. You really didn’t even notice the time going by as the two of you lounged on the sofa, television on just for background noise.

“I would love to stay,” you stood up and stretched, “But I don’t get to stay home on bedrest tomorrow,” you laughed.

“Can doctors call in sick?” he asked with a smile.

You nodded, “We can. I try to save my sick hours for hangovers, though.”

He walked you out to your car, and you couldn’t believe how dark it’d gotten. You tossed your bag into your trunk and shut the door with a quiet sigh. Despite how long your day had been, you couldn’t deny that the ending to it all had been worth it. You hadn’t expected to have so much fun, to so badly want to stay a little longer.

“Thanks again for this, Y/N. I owe you.”

You smiled and shook your head, “The only thing you owe me is updates. That way I know your arm is still attached and healing.”

He laughed and nodded, “I can do that.”

You hugged him gently, careful not to press against his injured arm, “Take care of yourself, Neron.”

His smile was soft, “Get home safe.”

Telling him to keep you updated was all it took for him to keep in touch with you. Over the next few days, seeing text messages from him were welcome distractions in the midst of a lot of chaos at work. At some point in the morning, he would always send an update saying that he still had both arms, and that he was still wearing the sling. He would usually include whatever joke the other guys had made at his expense that day, just to reassure you that he was still taking it easy. You’d usually text him back on your lunch break, if you got one, or just when you had a spare moment to breathe for a couple minutes.

Soon it was more than just the once or twice a day check-ins. Slowly but surely the conversations started lasting all throughout the day. You obviously weren’t always able to respond to things right away, but nonetheless the two of you kept the conversation going regardless of what it was about. It was the first time in a long time that you had someone that you could talk to all day and not get bored. It was nice.

You were texting him as you were leaving work late one night, drained and pissed off at a call your supervisor had made. You were glad that you had a couple days off before you had to be back so you could cool off a bit and not say something that you’d regret.

“Free tonight?” you figured the worst that could happen was that he would say that he was busy.

You got his reply as you sat down in the driver’s seat of your car, “Yea. You ok?”

You sighed but smiled as you typed out your response, “Shitty day”

His reply was immediate, “Come over whenever. Not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon lol”

You chuckled, shaking your head. You let him know that you were going to go home to shower and change and then you’d be over. You hadn’t been back to see him in person since you fixed his stitches. And, despite the fact that the two of you had been texting every day, you found yourself missing him a little bit. Even though it had been a rough day, you were glad that you would be able to stop in and see him.

You knocked on his front door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Showing up for something that wasn’t medical felt a little strange. You had no idea why there was a hint of nerves coursing through your body, but there was.

He opened the door, a smile spreading across his face, “Hey, come on in,” he stepped aside so you could come inside.

You slipped out of your sneakers and turned around to see Creeper staring at you. There was a smirk tugging at his lips and you felt your face get hot. You tugged at the hem of your tank top, letting out a nervous chuckle, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. Just never seen you outta your scrubs, Doc,” he smiled, “Beer?”

You nodded, “Please.”

You collapsed down onto his couch and he appeared a few moments later with two open beer bottles, handing one to you. You took it happily, taking a long drink from it as he sat down on the couch next to you. He looked over at you, concern flashing across his features for a moment. Before he could ask you anything, you beat him to the punch.

“I know I’m not in my scrubs,” you looked at his arm, “But I’m still your doctor. What happened to the sling?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “I’ve been on my best behavior. No mishaps. I can’t go one night without it?”

You smiled, “Fine. One night,” you paused, can I look at the stitches though?”

He shook his head, “No. You had a long day. You’re not here to be my doctor. Just relax for a bit, will you?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “Fine,” you sipped on your beer, “No big club plans on a Saturday?”

“Just following the doctor’s orders.”

You laughed, “Man, she must be a real buzzkill.”

He chuckled, “Yea, but she means well.” You gave him a light shove as you let out a laugh. He smiled, “You this mean to all your patients?”

“Just the ones who make fun of me.”

He finally got you to start venting about what had been going on at work over the past few days, but that day in particular. He didn’t say much, just nodding and encouraging you along. He could see that you just needed to talk about it, to be able to be bitter and complain about it so that you wouldn’t combust from keeping anything inside. Throughout the course of the conversation he’d gotten you each a couple more beers. You took them gladly, just happy that you were able to unwind and have some good company.

As it started to get later, you found yourself not really wanting to leave. It was comfortable at his house, with him. You didn’t quite know what it was about it, but you really had no desire to go home.

He’d put a movie on, and somewhere along the way you found yourself leaning against his good side. You settled against him, soaking up the heat that was emanating from him. He cautiously draped his arm around you, his hand resting lightly on your side. You let out a quiet hum of approval and felt the tension disappear from his body.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up to the sound of Creeper snoring. You forced your eyes open, trying to get your bearings a little bit. Your head was rested in his lap, blanket draped over you and his hand still resting on your side. He was leaning back against the couch, head tilted slightly upwards as he slept. You sat up slowly, running your hands over your face.

He felt you stir and started to wake up. You smiled over at him as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, “Sorry I ended up crashing here.”

He chuckled, tiredness still weighing on his voice as he struggled to wake himself up, “No worries. Glad you got some rest.”

You got up and got ready to head home, already feeling like you definitely overstayed your welcome. He wasn’t rushing you out, but he wasn’t going to try to force you to stay, either, assuming that you had other things you had to take care of. He still walked you out to your car despite the fact that it was daylight now. He hug he gave you lingered for just a little bit longer, and you didn’t mind.

“Thank you. Sorry again about the impromptu slumber party,” you laughed.

He smiled, “You don’t gotta apologize.”

You fished your keys out of your purse, “Don’t forget to make an appointment for your stitches soon, alright?”

“Was hoping you’d be willing to make a house call for that.”

You smiled, cheeks getting hot for a moment, “I might be able to swing that. I’ll stop by sometime next week.”

The following week, you were making your way out to your car after your shift. Things were a little calmer at work, and your frustration had decreased drastically. You were digging around for your keys when you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, brows furrowing in concern when Bishop’s name flashed across the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey…everything alright?”

He didn’t sound overly worried, “Yea. Just wanted to ask a favor of you if I could.”

“What’s up?”

“You think you could take Creeper’s stitches out early? Need him on deck for some club stuff. He’s gotta be able to ride.”

You sighed. You know that realistically he’d probably be fine, but you couldn’t pretend that you wouldn’t be worried about whatever it was that was going on. You weren’t going to say no, though. “Yea, I could do that. Was planning on taking them out this weekend anyway.”

“Great. Think you can stop by his place tonight?”

“When do you need him by?”

There was a pause—he didn’t want to answer the question, “Tomorrow.”

“Fuck, Bish. Seriously?”

“I know. I’ll owe you.”

You chuckled, “You sure will. I’ll stop by his place tonight.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Yea, remember that,” you laughed as you hung up the phone. With a sigh, you texted Creeper to let him know that you were on your way to his house as per Bishop’s orders. He probably knew already, but you still felt weird popping by without saying anything first.

He opened the door for you when you got there, a smirk on his face, “Wow. I bet Bishop that you weren’t going to cave on taking them out early.”

“If your arm didn’t seem to be healing so well, I wouldn’t be,” you shook your head slightly as you got ready to take his stitches out, “You’re lucky you’re such a good patient.”

The two of you were quiet as you went to work on his arm. It really wasn’t the worst thing in the world that the stitches were coming out a little ahead of schedule. He’d been careful with his arm, and you really didn’t have any pressing concerns about it. Your worries branched far outside the scope of his latest injury.

“Do I get to ask what’s so important that Bishop needs you to speed up your recovery time?”

He raised his eyebrows slightly, “You really wanna know?”

You sighed, shaking your head, “No. It’s probably better for my sanity if I don’t.”

“You worried?”

You flicked your eyes up to him for a moment, “Usually urgent club business ends with at least one of you guys needing to come and see me to get patched up. Odds aren’t really in your favor.”

He laughed, “I guess you’re right.”

Neither of you said anything more about it. As much as you wanted to stay, and maybe pry a little more into what was going on, you fought the urge. You knew that he probably had last-minute shit to take care of, and it wasn’t your place to get in his way. You slung your bag over your shoulder as you headed back towards the front door of his house. The knot in your stomach wasn’t going to go away until they were all back and safe from handling whatever it was that they were getting into.

After tossing your bag into your car, you turned around and wrapped him in a tight hug. For the first time since he got injured, he was able to properly hug you back. He kept you snug against him for a few moments, and you really didn’t want him to let go.

You finally stepped back, “Please stay safe, alright?”

“Doctor’s orders?” there was a small smile on his face.

You laughed and nodded, “Yes. Doctor’s orders,” you paused, gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, “Let me know when you’re back?”

He nodded, “I will.”

“Good. Okay,” you stepped in and hugged him again, pressing a light, quick kiss to his cheek before getting in your car, “Stay out of trouble, Neron.”

He smiled, “I’ll do what I can.”

A few days ticked by and you hadn’t heard anything from anyone. Which was perfectly on-brand for the MC, but this time it made you worried. You had debated texting creeper, but you stopped yourself. They were busy, probably wrapped up in dangerous shit. The last thing that he needed was you bothering him. Still, though, you wished that you knew what was going on.

You were pulling something together for a very late dinner at the end of the week. Your shift had gone way longer than it was supposed to. You were too tired to cook, but it was also too late to get anything delivered. So you were pulling random things out of your cabinets in the hopes of putting together something that resembled a meal.

Your phone buzzed once on the counter. You glanced over and saw that you had a notification from Creeper. Instantly you opened the message, “Call me now. It’s urgent”

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you called him. Your hand trembled as you held it up to your ear, waiting to hear the worst when he picked up on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Neron?” you couldn’t hide the worry in your voice, “Are you okay? Where are you guys? Are you all safe?”

“One question at a time,” there was a touch of humor to his voice, and you couldn’t tell if you found it reassuring or frustrating.

“What’s wrong? You said it was urgent,” your heart was pounding inside your chest.

“It is,” he paused, “Kind of. I mean,” you heard him take a deep breath, “Actually, honestly, I just miss you. Been thinkin’ about you all week.”

You let out a laugh, some of the tension disappearing from your body, “I miss you too. So…you’re still in one piece?”

He chuckled, “Yea. Me and everyone else.”

“Where are you?”

“About to head home.”

“Can I come over?” you blurted out.

You could tell he was biting back a laugh as he responded, “Yea. Of course.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alright. I’ll see you soon.”

When you pulled in, you saw his bike in the driveway and knew he was already home. You didn’t bother knocking this time, electing to just let yourself in. He was standing in the kitchen, looking in the fridge when you walked in. He turned around, smiling when he saw you. Without giving it a second thought, you all but ran over to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He laughed, arms snaking around you and squeezing you tight. You shut your eyes, taking a moment to just breathe him in as one of his hands came to rest on the back of your head.

“I really did miss you, you know,” his voice was softer than you were used to. It was the first thing either of you said to each other since you got there.

You smiled against his chest, “I missed you too.”

He pulled away from you a little so he could get a good look at your face. You could see the exhaustion in his features, but you could see the happiness too. His hands stayed rested on your hips as he spoke, “I know I’m technically not your patient anymore,” he cracked a smile, “But if you wanted to keep stopping in to make house calls, I wouldn’t mind.”

You laughed, hands resting on the sides of his neck, fingers lightly tracing over the ink there, “You wouldn’t, huh?”

“I like you,” you could tell by the look on his face that he was choosing his words carefully, “And I like it when you’re here. Feels more like home. Not being able to talk to you for a week…really fucking sucked.”

You smiled, liking his simple honesty, “I agree. And…I like you too.”

He pulled you closer, fingers drumming lightly on your sides, “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be the next thing that he said. Despite the shock, you smiled and nodded. The grin that broke out across his face was contagious, but you didn’t have time to really take it in as he cupped your face and pulled you in so your lips crashed against his. You practically melted into him, hands sliding to rest on his chest. His thumb traced along your cheekbone as his lips moved against yours.

You pulled back to catch your breath, and you could feel his chest vibrating with laughter beneath your hands. Your face was hot and you found yourself smiling when he pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess you were right,” you said with a quiet laugh.

“About?”

You chuckled, “About this being urgent,” you smiled and closed your eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

You rested your head against his chest and sighed, leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding gently up and down your back. His arms felt strong, and they made you feel safe. You didn’t know for sure what was in store for the two of you next, but you were ready for whatever the next adventure was.

[saltymongoose]

uhhhh this is froggy anon! i read the other anon's ask, and i realized that there's a chance that my asks might come across as requests! i'd like to apologize for that, because they were only ever supposed to be silly little hcs and scenarios involving your work,, considering that you are the only person i know who knows about madcom,, and the only peep i feel comfortable conversing about it with? uhh again, really sorry, i hope i can still send in asks here haha (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hey Frog Anon! 👋 I don't think any of your asks have ever come across as unintentionally request-like in any way, so you're perfectly fine. There's no need to be sorry or apologize, you didn't do anything wrong. :)

I'm also really glad you feel comfortable talking to me; it's important to me that you feel welcomed here. My inbox is always open to you whenever you want to send me something, so please feel free to! :) 💕