A Tall Woman With Shoulder-length Brown Hair With Narrowed Amber Eyes Walks Up Behind Yugi. "Thanks Again

A tall woman with shoulder-length brown hair with narrowed amber eyes walks up behind Yugi. "Thanks again for helping me out with my deck, Yugi."

J was her name. Nobody knew her full name, not even the teachers, which was...weird. But, she was a foreign transfer student, so some people assumed she was going to be weird anyway. Yugi had been a big help with her as of late.

"Oh yeah! Of course! If you have any more questions or just want to play duel monsters, you know where to find me." Yugi giggles.

J looked up to see Joey and Mizuki. A smile immediately lit up her face. "Hey guys!"

She then notices how red Mizuki's face is. "You okay? You're lookin' like a tomato..."

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-even if Kaiba isnt showing up in this starter i want to make clear i have NO experience with playing Kaiba so….if it sucks…i apologize in advance, but i wanna try XD- 

“pleeeeeeease!!!???” came the pleas of a blond to his friend, who groaned “Joey for the last time! im not covering for your shift tonight! i can’t! i have my own plans tonight” they heaved a sigh, the friend had shoulder length ebony black hair with red dyed tips and while curvy hid it very well with the oversized hoodie they were wearing. “i have wrestling practice tonight and while normally i dont mind taking over clean up so you can get to your part time job on time i just cant this time” they gave Joey a sympathetic look. 

Joey huffed but let it go “all’righ, all’righ….i know Wrestlin means a lot to ya, i wont push ya” he sighed. he then grinned down to them “but danks for all those times you did cova for me tho Mizzy” he chuckled giving Mizuki a thumbs up. 

Mizuki grinned “well yeah we’re best friends arn’t we? isn’t that what best friends do?” they chuckled. then suddenly Mizuki stood still. in front of them was the freind that was waiting on them… 

Yugi Moto. 

Mizuki blushed lightly, as Joey smirked leaning down “ya know…he’s not gonna figa out ya have a crush on ‘em if ya don’t tell ‘em” he teased as he chcukled in their ear making them jump. 

“wh-what? Crush!? i have no idea what you mean Joey!” they looked away crossing their arms.

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Hi there! I just stumbled across your blog today and I really love what you've put out so far. I would like to put in a request myself, if that's okay?

Romantic headcanons with Jeff, Eyeless Jack and Toby; reader can gender neutral if you'd like, too.

As a fellow college student, I understand time is limited. Take as much time as needed with this. Have a wonderful day, stay safe and stay hydrated <3

-Redd

LOVE ME DEAD

♡LOVING YOU ROMANTICALLY | CREEPYPASTA | NOT EDITED

Includes: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack

Jeff the Killer

His love is unreal. Almost like an obsession but you know it’s love, it’s supposed to be. You can feel it in the way he kisses you, the way he holds you, the way he looks at you.

Somehow, he manages to spoil you everyday.

Jewelry, clothing, souvenirs, anything really. But he only gets them when he leaves the house and does whatever it is he does. Well, aside from killing.

Very often, he brings you a piece of nature. Something to cook. Other times, he’ll cook it.

He’s an odd fella, especially with how he treats you. But he treats you right nevertheless.

Rough kisses, gripping your thighs or waist, making love. All of the above, Jeff will definitely show you and make you feel it. There’s nothing to sugarcoat with this man.

“Baby.” “Princess.” “Love.” Yes, even to his boyfriend, he’ll call him princess.

When he’s in love, he makes sure the world knows. He marks you right up and dares anyone to flirt with you.

A jealous man who does not mind watching another person shoot their shot. He just loves watching their face court into an expression of fear as soon as he swings an arm over your shoulder.

But at the end of the day, he will build you both a new home from the ground up if he must. Well, he already started.

Ticci Toby

Soft and gentle. He’s tired half the time and just wants someone to make him forget about his current life.

A sweetheart. Kisses your hands and cheeks everyday. Pulls you into tight embraces and reminds you that he loves you.

Whispers sweet nothings into your ear whenever he can. When he does, a trail of kisses will go down your neck. Teeth grazing against your skin with a soft bites.

He dares not to hurt you. His hand will rest on your waist with gentle squeezes, urging you to hold him back. To embrace him, to love him just a little more each day.

Everyday, he looks at you a certain way. It’s the same as every other time. Everyday, he wakes up in love again. You make him want to be alive.

For that, he takes you out. Far into the woods with a basket in hand—a picnic every weekend—sometimes a long adventure every time.

He’s the most patient and gentle lover out of all these killers. It’s almost pathetic.

Yet, the lovemaking is surreal. A pleasure dom, and he loves making you squeal again, and again, and again.

Kisses your hands every other hour. The tips of your fingers to the palm. He believes you should be treated with care.

Eyeless Jack

An old lover at heart, really.

Love letters written for you. As said in the other post, there’s nothing more to add about this man.

He’s just an old lover at heart. Flowers brought home for you, chocolate sweets awaiting on your bed, and a gentleman.

He would lie his jacket over a puddle for you.

Think of, Gomez Addams. That’s EJ in this case. Written poetry that tells his love like a story. Words upon words that can build you guys a new home to which, he became your home.

You become his home.

He bites and kisses your neck, showing a gentleness to it. He wants you to trust him that he will never harm you with those sharp teeth of his.

Homemade dinners at the table that has a single candlelit.

You, are his cup of wine.

Summary: A short bittersweet Diluc thing I wrote spontaneously.

Genre: Angst with a good ending

Warnings: None

Characters: Diluc

Author’s note: Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated!

You stood by the terrace and watched the city of mondstat slowly fall asleep. The night silenced as drunkards alongside workers from taverns around the city went home. You watched as people closed their curtains and switched off their lights, locking their doors to hide from the dangers that come with the uncertainty of the night.

You loved the night time but never on nights like this. Nights so quiet they allowed you to think. Even the wind seemed to have retired but your mind couldnt do the same. Your mind burned bright like the sun against the dim of the night. It burned. It burned. It hurt, because as it burned brightly it only illuminated everything to do with him. Diluc and you running together through the grape fields at the winery. Diluc comforting you after your first inevitable heartbreak (its a pity he was of no help to you for your current one). Diluc intriducing you to Jean to Diluc inviting you to his marriage ceremony with Jean. Now you’re burning with love and despair . With a love so strong and passionate it scorched your heart with an eternal despair.

You clenched your knuckles, the pain from your nails digging into your skin was like a bucket of cold water on your burning heart. With a sigh you decided now was the time to leave. Not only leave this terrace but mondstat too.

You turned to leave while thinking of how you would be leaving him behind too. But did it matter? You didn't have time to think about that- not when all your thoughts dissipated at the sight of Diluc Ragnvindr standing before you with a single cecilia in his gloved hand. For a man who rarely smiled he wore a gentle smile like he was born with it. Like it was his destiny to smile at you in such a way that made your heart beat faster than the wind current that began to pick up.

“Arent you supposed to be preparing for your wedding with Jean? The ceremony is in two days.” You tried your best too seem unphased by his presence. The same presence that shook your very existence. The question seemed to disappoint him as his expression fell. He then furrowed his eyebrows as if failing to understand something.

“You dont know do you?” His first words to you in weeks. As underwhelming as his words were, you couldnt help the flutter of your heart at the sound of his voice.

“Know what?” You asked after finally navigating a little bit of sense. He walked toward you with purpose in his step which intimidated you, causing you to step back into the rail of the terrace. “Diluc-“

“How could you not see how hopelessly in love I am with you?” He said, his voice seemed as fragile as a gentle breeze on a cloudless day.

“What are you-“

“The flowers, the secret glances, my countless excuses to see you.” He listed while simultaneously leaning in to you, his hands had encircled yours and the flower was trapped between your palms.

“Those were all my failed attempts at trying to express my ever growing affections toward you.”

I would use Itto's horns to do unspeakable things.

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I've been playing the shit out of Genshin and I'm going to be revamping the masterlist before putting out some headcanons hehehehhehehehe

GODDAMN THE XIAO ONE HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD :( <3

Parental

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao (separate)

Genre: Fluff + Scenarios

Summary: Snippets of the Genshin men with their pride and joys <3

CW: afab!reader + pregnancy + birth mention but no pronouns or descriptions for these present, spoilers for Childe’s real name, Xiao has a daughter, Childe has twins (boy and girl), Kaeya and Kazuha have a son, unspecified for Diluc, unspecified nightmare in Childe’s, petnames towards reader (darling -> Kaeya, my dove -> Kazuha), some self-doubt in Kaeya's and Xiao's, I don’t think Diluc’s is that good and Childe’s may appear rushed in one part but meh

a/n: I have the cutest ideas that make me the softest. I just hope I was able to get across that cuteness here <3

Childe

“Papa…” At the poking and shaking against his back, Childe sleepily blinks his eyes open. The room is dark, moonlight painting the walls a faint blue-white colour. Tilting his chin down the male catches a look at the top of your head, face nuzzled into his chest with his arms wrapped around you securely.

Again, small hands try to gain his attention, "P-papa...please."

There's a sudden surge of urgency that tightens his chest, the watery call of his name throwing him into protective mode. Slowly, as to not disturb you, Childe pulls his arms from you before turning over. The moment ocean-blue eyes meet teary ones of the same colour he's up and out of bed, kneeling in front of his children.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he rushes, worry clear in everything he is and does - from his eyes to his voice and even to the way his hands fuss over the twins, one palm cupping each of their heads as he tries to soothe them. Though, when all that answers him is continued sniffles, Ajax's concern only grows. Left with the last course he can take, the male pulls the two into a hug, pouring every ounce of love and warmth he can into it. Quiet whispers of 'you're okay' and 'I'm here' fill the air, uncaring of the tears that stain his shirt.

Never before has he felt so useless as his children continue to shake and sob in his hold. What else is there for him to do? What would take away their tears? Archons he’d do anything to make sure they don’t cry like they are now,Ike their world is ending.

Instinctively Ajax’s embrace tightens, and somewhere along the line he began gently swaying the two, pressing comforting kisses to their foreheads.

Finally, after what felt like a heartbreak Ming eternity, their cries begin to fade. He waits a moment before trying again, "can you tell me what's wrong now? Why are you two crying?" Though he fears their answer the make bats them down, hoping to be the one they can fall back on.

His daughter hiccups, wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt, "W-We had a nightmare. Y-you-!" His eyes widen, hearing enough to grasp the situation. His shoulders slump just a little, glad that it’s not the worst of the worst that could’ve happened.

"Hey now, shhh, it’s alright. Nothing will happen to me or you or to anyone else, okay?" Ajax is quick to cut her off, seeing her start to choke on her sobs again. Never does he want them to think he or you would leave in any form, something he truly believes won’t happen any time soon.

His little girl nods, face planting back into his shoulder with another fresh wave of tears. He makes sure to pull his son back in as well, rubbing his hands up and down their backs. He smiles, even if they can’t see it, "Papa's got you, okay? I promise, and you know me, I never break my promises."

The three spend a little while more in their comforting hug before Ajax pulls back, effortlessly picking them both up and setting them down on the bed. "You two can sleep with us tonight. We'll keep the scary dreams away. And, as a treat, I'll make your favourites for breakfast tomorrow. Sound good?"

Though he has to shush his children's cheers in fear of waking you, he wouldn't have it any other way. It's a sign that they're feeling better after all. And as he pulls the blanket over the three of them, grateful that his kids are feeling better while wrapping his arms back around you all, Ajax thanks the gods and you for the tiny family he's been blessed with to love, protect and be loved by, intending to forever keep you all safe.

Diluc

The silence within the winery was not something new to its inhabitants and workers. Well, before the newest addition to the Ragnvindr family it was the norm at least. Now, such peace is a welcome blessing. So, when you returned one evening to a dead quiet home, your curiosity quickly peaked. Even when the baby wasn't making noise there was always at least some finite noise - the crackle of a fire, the almost silent footfalls of the winery's workers, the scribble of a pen. None of that could be heard though, and it was no later than six in the evening.

Toeing off your shoes, you take care to remain quiet. Your first thought is to check the living room. Ever since the birth of your child, Diluc could be found with the little one all over the house. It would be surprising to not see the two together in all honesty. One of the areas that's frequented more than the others is the main lounge space, the wide open section the perfect place for playtime.

Or, perhaps, it’s also the perfect place for nap time.

There, leaning back against the couch was the man himself, mop of red hair released from its usual confines and splaying everywhere. The male's ability to fall asleep even upright never fails to surprise you (you find this usually happens when he wants to rest his eyes for 'just a moment'). Before him lay a stack of papers, the smallest you've ever seen, pen laying unattended not too far. Though, above all other observations, the main eye catcher is the way your two most precious people are sleeping.

Your child, strapped safely in their carrying pouch (originally a gag gift from Kaeya, though proven very useful for when Diluc wants to work and spend time with his little one) has their head resting on their father's chest, cheek smooshed and mouth slightly parted. Diluc remains protective even while asleep, a hand placed securely against your child's back, keeping them close. What was important though was how at peace they were and who were you to ruin this calmness?

So, you take a seat on the matching chair, quietly waving Adelinde over and asking for something to drink before picking up a book. Really though, with how cute they are, you're sure you'll be focusing on the two redheads more than the novel.

Kaeya

When you presented the idea of going into town, Kaeya couldn't help but grow nervous. Shouldn't you rest more? You'd been extremely tired lately and on top of that the baby had been even more of a handful the last few days.

“Darling, I can go get groceries for us,” your husband offers, adjusting his son in his arms. There’s a smile on your face as you glance up from putting on your shoes. Joy blossoms in your heart at the sight of the man you love holding the product of your shared love. What makes the image all the more heartwarming is how alike your son is to his father.

Cooing his name, you straighten up, waking until you’re right in front of the pair, “I’ll be okay, I promise. Some fresh air would do me some good. Besides, it’s not like I’m going very far. I’ll be back in a couple hours, max.” For once at a loss on what to say, Kaeya reluctantly lets you go, now left alone with just his son for company.

He hates to admit it, even to you, but truth be told the male hasn’t the faintest clue what to do. Taking care of Klee or Bennett is one thing, but his own? The mere fact changes everything.

After lingering awhile longer at the door, Kaeya breathes in, turning to walk into the living room. "It seems it's just you and me now little guy." He smiles, gently bouncing the tiny human in his arms. Kaeya's shoulders relax just a little when he gets a happy giggle in response.

He's got this.

. . .

He does not got this.

After taking a seat on the ground Kaeya had spotted a picture book discarded across the room. Figuring that you must have been entertaining the little one with it the male grabs it, deciding that it would be a good start. All his confidence went down the drain though when he couldn't pull a single reaction from his carbon-copy son. Page after page, the boy would just stare at the pictures, not a thought behind his tiny eyes. Kaeya swears to the Archons above that at one point his kid even looked up at him once, a face that could only be read as 'what are you doing?' painted on it.

Sighing, Kaeya stares down at the picture in the book. For a while he just maintains eye contact with the woodland rabbit, cartoonish and with a carrot sticking out of its mouth. He thinks it's rather cute, something babies would definitely like. So why isn't his reacting?

"Almost done," he mumbles, slipping his eyes shut and flipping the page, turning the book back around for his son to see. The male already knows the one line printing in the book, ready to recite it and receive nothing in response.

He's interrupted before he even starts.

Kaeya's eyes fly open, locking on the little human sitting in front of him. There, clear as day, is his son, hand stuck in his mouth but with an undeniable smile plastered on his face. He does a double take, gaze flicking between his son and the picture in the book. "Do you like the snowflake, little one?" Again, louder this time, is a confirming coo, hand slipping from his toothless mouth to clap. Like he understood what his father was asking.

It's a shame you weren't there to see the brightest, most genuine smile Kaeya's ever had. Now, whenever he says 'snowflake' the little baby instantly smiles.

Kazuha

"Please... please..." you're close to tears at this point, a broken record of pleas falling from your lips. Nothing seems to work, feeding, changing, walking around, nothing will settle the poor little fussy baby of yours. You’re so close to giving up, about to settle into the chair within the nursery and just hope the little one tires himself out when approaching footsteps catch your attention.

Stepping through the doorway, that familiar head of white with a sole streak of red appears, an all too knowing smile on his face. "Good evening, my dove. Having some trouble?" Silently you nod, passing the little one over to him when asked nonverbally. "That's no good. I can't have my two favourite people crying, now can I?"

Calm as ever, Kazuha walks towards the crib, eyes never leaving the glossy red ones of his baby. Even as he sets his son down, his cries growing louder at the loss of his parent's warmth, Kazuha never loses that pleasant smile of his. The faint clank of the wooden mobile catches his attention, an idea coming to mind.

"Hush little one, look," he mutters. All at once you can feel the spring breeze coming through the window pick up, the vision clipped to Kazuha's shoulder blade lighting up. With the wind came the brightly coloured leaves Inazuma offers, the colours dancing around in a way much like when the male jumped high into the air, nature his aid.

Eyes closed in concentration, the gust swirls around the room before settling to the area around the crib and mobile. A shift occurs, and it's like the tiny wind becomes a being of its own, playful as it nudges against the hanging wood carvings. It appeared surprised at first, the sensations foreign. It tried again, and again another clank sounded, this time exciting the tiny wind. By now the baby's cries have stopped, tiny red eyes staring up, mouth agape. Leaves fall from the cluster as the elemental energy floats down, now face to face with the little one. It gently brushed against the child's face, something like rubbing noses together. But that's all it took; it was all giggles and clapping from there, and you, you finally got to relax, sinking into the chair more.

A tired smile spreads on your face, the sight of your bundle of joy happy heartwarming. That, and the smile on your husband's face doesn't go unnoticed by you either. Even with his eyes remaining shut, the sounds of delight alone are music to his ears, spurring him to continue his magic trick.

Xiao

Long after you retire for the night, finally gaining the much needed rest you deserve, the yaksha continues to stand guard. Gold eyes shift from the open balcony to where the little one rests, any noise or shift in the air unable to go unnoticed under his watch. He keeps his distance from the crib, fearing his karmic debt will harm the tiny baby you two created. Yet the moment Xiao's keen ears pick up the slightest whine, the beginning of his child's cries piercing the silence of night, it's like some other force far more powerfully takes control.

In a blur of green Xiao's beside his daughter, hands already reaching in to pick her up like he's seen you do many times before. There’s a rush of emotion coursing through his veins - his first desire is to let you sleep more, you’ve done a lot and he just wants to share the workload between the two of you. Secondly, there’s this ache that rings in his chest, it only hurts more and more the longer his child wails. Her cries are different from the piercing screams of babies in town. Instead of wincing and growing irritated, Xiao worriedly stares down at the bundle in his arms, wondering how to soothe her.

“It’s alright, I got you,” he whispers. There’s a tiny part of him that feels stupid for saying that, the phrase foreign on his tongue and unfitting of his usual character. You’ve said it before though and it worked, so the greater whole of him pushes past the self-served embarrassment.

However, as his daughter refuses to settle Xiao feels the hope he had that he had this dwindle. He begins to run through all the tricks he's seen you do and in his flurry of thoughts, his eyes dart to you. By some miracle you still managed to remain asleep, blankets draped up to your gently rising and falling shoulders.

You would've calmed her by now... he thinks, deflating further. Just as he's about to give up and wake you, accept that he's just not fit for the job as a dad, an idea finds its way into his thoughts.

Mixed in with the silence of the night and the tiny cries of his child, faintly the melody of Xiao humming can be heard. It takes a couple beats but the tune catches the tiny baby's attention, her sobs dying down into happy giggles and gurgles. Relief fills him as he unconsciously smiles softly, rocking his arms as he begins to walk around the room. His feet, with a mind of their own, take the two to the balcony, a gentle breeze ruffling his hair.

No longer in a state of despair, bright yellow eyes much like her father's gaze up at the star-littered sky, wonder in her expression. Maybe he does have the capability to be a dad.

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