#simply knowing what she wanted - willing to do anything to get it. ... whatever that something is.

[vampyrixdarling]

— 「𝑷𝑨𝒀𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑪𝑲 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑫」

╰┈➤ MASTERLIST

Polyam!Elliot + Chance x AFAB! Reader (Gender Neutral)

Summary: How would they react to you being on your period?

Warnings: Periods, blood (obviously).

Note: wrote this on my period :( I decided to be extremely self-indulgent and put all of my personal experiences during the dreaded shark week into writing and cope with my fictional boyfriends. Oh, the joys of being a woman. Shoutout to my beta reader we argued over commas.

Word count: 1,380

❥ ELLIOT has a younger sister, so he’s decently experienced in this sort of thing. He’s learned a few things from helping Mia with her period, so it’s not too different with you. There were a few times where Elliot would ask Mia for tips on how to help you and what not to do, and she’d warn him that it’s not always the same for everyone. Even so, she’d give him the best advice she could, and he’d apply that to you. He’s also prepared a few things beforehand, such as meals that take into account a mixture of your cravings and nutritious foods. He’s not too grossed out by it; he knows it’s natural.

⤷ If your cramps are too bad, Elliot would skillfully massage you. He’s well built — to nobody’s surprise — so it’s really not a problem for him. It’s effective, actually. He’d frequently check in on you, asking if the noises you were letting out were indeed from relief and satisfaction and not pain.

❥ CHANCE thinks it’s a little gross, but he’s not against helping you. It’s just the thought of blood coming out of… there… unsettles them. They understand it’s natural, but still. On the bright side, no matter how gross he thinks it is, that won’t deter him from cuddling you. If you need them, you need them. He’s not going to deprive you just because you’re bleeding.

⤷ Though, he is a bit tense when you two cuddle. He’d have to be the big spoon. And even then, he’s still as stiff as a board. But if it’s for you, and you enjoy the warmth they and the blanket provide, they’re willing to sacrifice a bit of comfort for you. It’s nothing against you, just… past experiences.

❥ If you didn’t want to talk to anyone, or simply couldn’t, Chance and Elliot would understand. They wouldn’t try to talk to you. Instead, Elliot would offer to lay in bed with you and cuddle you, behind you with one of his hands wrapped gently around your waist and the other hand just below your belly button, delivering gentle massages to the area.

⤷ In the case that Chance is fully comfortable with you, he’d be more than willing to join. You’d be sandwiched in between them: with Elliot in the front and Chance in the front with your legs wrapped around them as they place gentle kisses along your neck, whispering comforting words to you. Elliot and Chance would even pepper kisses all over your face. If you didn’t want any physical contact, the two of them would just lay with you in silence. Their presence alone would be enough for you.

⤷ If Chance hasn’t quite reached that stage yet, they’d still do whatever they could to make you feel loved. Even if he isn’t fully comfortable cuddling you, there are other things he can do. They would grab you a heating pad, bring you blankets, watch movies with you while they hold your hand. Ask him for anything and it’s done without another word. I think one of their love languages would be acts of service, and that shows prominently during this time.

❥ Chance and Elliot don’t get upset when you yell or scream at them, they don’t lash out when you act like the biggest bitch on planet earth. They’re patient with you. They’re kind and understanding. Sure, they’re hurt a little bit, but you’re in the worst pain they’ve ever seen you in. You get a pass, yeah?

❥ Chance would feel like he’s stepping on eggshells around you nonetheless. Don’t get them wrong, they’re always there to help you when you need something, whether that’s attempting to help Elliot make you food (it’s a 50/50 chance they fuck it up), giving you a glass of water, buying you your product of choice or buying you painkillers, or even cuddling. But with your mood swings? One wrong move and it’s off with his head. They’re easily nervous around you when you’re like this, but their poker face covers it really well. You wouldn’t know unless he wanted you to. They love you with all their heart, but your mood swings are no joke.

❥ Spade would let you hold him while you napped. Being an abnormally large rabbit, it’s safe to say he’s very, very nice to cuddle. The warm, soft fur would be a blessing to you. People always say that animals can sense when something is wrong, you assume it’s the same way with the continental giant.

❥ If the mix of bleeding and pain was so bad that you fainted, Elliot and Chance would be worried sick. They’d panic, and they would immediately take you to bed, or another soft surface. When you came to, you’d be greeted with food and water. Even if you insisted that you actually could not eat nor drink, they’d encourage you until you did. You’d know you were lightheaded by your entire head becoming cold, and the feeling that you couldn’t describe for the life of you. You close your eyes, and next thing you know, you’re on the ground when you swear you were standing just a moment ago. You don’t even remember falling. It’d happen anywhere. Standing from your bed, in the bathroom with the door locked, you name it. Safe to assume that you’ll always have one of them by your side just in case you faint again.

⤷ Elliot would work hard making you your favourite, healthy and nutritional snacks. If you fainted, clearly that means you lost too much blood and you lack iron. So he’s quickly making you a meal or drink that’s full of that. If you can’t eat solid foods, he’s making you soup. He’d also entertain your cravings.

❥ If the pain was so unbearable that you’d vomit everything you’ve eaten the past day (and more), they’d hold your hair back and rub slow, gentle circles on your back as they whispered comforting words into your ears, assuring you that you would be okay. If the nausea hit you when you were being too physical, they’d force you to take a break, lest the pain make you vomit.

❥ If you decided you wanted to attempt to sleep the period cramps away, they’d be confused. They wouldn’t understand why instead of taking painkillers which would help your pain go away, you’d attempt to sleep and hope for the best. But on the other hand, you do need rest. Elliot, though stubborn about this, stops protesting. You know your own body best, after all. If the cramps are still present when you’ve awoken from your nap, Elliot will hand you painkillers and a glass of water. You really don’t have a choice. No, you cannot sleep it off. No, you aren’t wasting painkillers. Yes, you really need these.

❥ If you were convinced that you couldn’t get out of bed, they wouldn’t protest. They’d give you a heating pad and bring you some snacks and water. They’d comfort you with each turn you made in the bed, whining and crying because “no position felt right.” They’d insist that you didn’t have to get up, even if you wanted to. They promised they could take care of everything around the house, run the errands that you couldn’t. Chance, despite being lazy and unmotivated, would take over your chores.

⤷ They’d go to the store and search for pads or tampons for you. They’d text you, sending pictures and asking you what specific type, size, and brand they should get. They would proceed to buy 2 packages. If you were craving anything specific, you didn’t need to ask them twice. Ice cream, chocolate, etc., Chance would pay for it no matter how expensive it was. Only the best for their good luck charm.

❥ They’re patient and understanding with you while you’re all hormonal. Your emotions are all over the place, switching frequently, yet they still try their best for you. Even if you’re crying because you can’t screw open a container, or angry because you can’t get an inch of quiet. Luckily for the three of you, the second day isn’t that bad. And by the third, you’re practically already feeling like yourself. But that doesn’t mean they’ll stop checking in on you or offering to do things.

[julietcpulet]

what do you think would be the most satisfying ending for jinmao?

i'm so conflicted about them because while i do not want jinshi to ascend the throne, i have to admit a part of me thinks renouncing his true position would be a waste. i mean, he's a damn pretty good leader and sometimes i enjoy imagining him and maomao being a power couple together. but then i'm always like damn they both canonically wouldn't like that </3 (so, thank the lord for fanfics, right?)

anyway, an unhappy jinmao is hardly a satisfying ending. but then i also wouldn't want them to be commoners because, again, it'd be a waste. as for the "faking their death" ending, it sounds really romantic but i feel like it's too cowardly and ooc for them. they'd never back down from a challenge after all.

so yeah i don't know how natsu-hyuga will conclude their romance. maybe the ending will just be them finally getting together? like the ending of the kaguya-sama movie where the last shot focused on the two main leads' interlocking hands, and then boom, the end credits. that would be an open ending (and i think that's what natsu was intending from the start), but is that satisfying? i'm not sure. just wanted to know your thoughts!

Love this question! And so sweet of you to be interested in my input 💕. Here's a breakdown of my thoughts on each possible ending and my personal speculation on an ending I like. Of course I have no idea what Hyuuga is really planning but just going on general direction and how things could play out if these were the proposed endings. (Spoilers below)

Emperor and Empress ending - I agree that this isn't the ideal nor the likely ending. To me, although there are factions pushing for Jinshi to be Emperor, it all feels like a mis-direct to the final outcome. Both Jinshi and Maomao are opposed to him becoming Emperor and he knows she would be miserable as a woman at the head of the nation, holding scorn from the other women.

Jinshi felt it was something close to a miracle that he had met a woman like Maomao. That was why he didn’t want to let her go. He’d gone so far as to press a brand into his own side, all to keep her.

He has struggled a lot to make it clear Maomao is the only woman he wants, he doesn't want to be the Emperor and also just is not the right person for the job. I don't believe these plot points are in vain only to be reversed later by a realization of avoidance and Jinshi wanting to accept his position out of familial obligation or maturity, nor do I think the plot is moving the characters in that direction. If anything it's continually showing that Maomao and Jinshi have to be willing to assert their own wishes against that of others despite what may be expected of them. And while Jinshi does have excellent leadership qualities, as Maomao easily points out, his kindness often brings him to overwork himself and struggle with dealing out harsh punishments or having necessary and uncomfortable entanglements an Emperor would have to have.

Jinshi was watching the pitiful family closely. He didn't seem to be thinking of how to punish them, but rather how to connect this to whatever came next. As he watched the family, Maomao silently watched him.

Romeo and Juliet ending - This was a favorite of mine previously and I still think there's the smallest possibility for it to happen but it's unlikely. I liked it simply because it brings back the resurrection drug which was a recurring theme for so long with Maomao wanting to obtain it and also the potential for a callback to the beginning of the novels with Shisui somehow making an appearance since she is the only character to disappear successfully and not be found. The downfall of considering this ending is two-fold. One is that Maomao and Jinshi do have some connections with people they may miss if they faked their deaths and disappeared. Her father Luomen might be able to come but Basen, Mrs. Chue, Lihaku and anyone else would never be able to see them again. Secondly, Maomao herself has said she sees death as a cop-out for escaping the fallout to problems you have caused.

"I hate it when people think everything's over just because they're dead!" It was as good as refusing to face the consequences of whatever you had done.

This to me is the biggest indicator this likely won't be the ending. It's interesting to consider and could bring back some fun appearances from early novel plots but I agree that given Maomao and Jinshi's character they're not much for disappearing and leaving others to handle the mess.

Grand Commandant and Court Physician ending - This is personally the most satisfying end for Jinmao I can imagine right now. Basically if Jinshi renounces his title as Moon Prince and Maomao accepts her role in the La Clan then they go on to get married with Jinshi being brought into the family, he could take on her clan name. From there, Lakan could step down as Grand Commandant and have Jinshi take the role. This would be optimal for both as Lakan appears to enjoy the strategy involved in military affairs but often delegates the rest of his work to his aids. He has found Jinshi interesting and should like to have a son-in-law who will take his position so he can retire to play Go games which is what I imagine.

To his surprise the eccentric strategist was there, lying on a couch and drinking from a gourd. To all appearances he was quite at his ease, but a secretary placed some paperwork sheet by sheet on a table and gave Lakan a stamp to press on them.

Being Grand Commandant would also give Jinshi the ability to back up the Emperor's son with Gyokuyou while not being his enemy. Jinshi has had a clear interest in the military from having the training, to when he stormed the Shi clan stronghold himself and then has wanted to boost the ranks of the military but been denied given that his current position is mostly in name and he has to go through others to do the things he wishes in the government. It also removes Lakan as such the fearsome threat against the Emperor and puts his son in the position whom he trusts.

When the younger brother had at last appeared, though, it turned out that he was as beautiful and as gossamer as a celestial nymph-and that he was also a hale young man as skilled in the military arts as the administrative.

As for Maomao, her accepting her place in the La Clan is integral to both her and Jinshi potentially being free from the grip of Imperial politics. Ironically this whole time Jinshi has been taking the burden on himself to find ways of removing the obstacles for both of them by getting himself taken out of the line of succession. It would prove to me to be funny if it turns out that Maomao accepting a noble position is the key to both of them finding actual freedom.

From my perspective if she becomes the La Princess not just in others recognizing she is outwardly but taking on the Clan name and what comes with it, I think it could open other possibilities for her and Jinshi. Like I said above she and he could get married if he was no longer royalty and he could take on her clan name, as we've seen that men can be welcomed into a wife's family and become the head of that family.

The position itself would bring her a noble status, which she could then use to work in the circles Jinshi would be in as Grand Commandant. For instance, if he is no longer considered a threat to the Emperor, he could also put forward more initiatives like he used to in the rear palace like helping the women read but along the lines of potentially having female physicians. I think the Emperor would accept without a problem, he merely needed someone who was respected with in the Imperial Court and who could make a reasoned argument for it to present the idea.

If Maomao then becomes a Court Physician in her own right she can still see Empress Gyokuyou and treat her as a doctor without having to be her lady-in-waiting or her servant and not being able to have a connection to Jinshi. She could be friends with the Empress again because she has her own established position which finally removes her biggest fear that has driven so much of Jinshi's efforts to remove himself as a potential successor.

Finally, I find this possible ending to be the most satisfying because what Maomao and Jinshi want most is to help people. And a place they can be where they have the best ability to help people is where they would thrive the best.

"You're only human, Master Jinshi. You're not some mythical immortal who can save everyone." She held his face in her hands, the fingers of her left hand brushing his scar. "You can be wounded, scarred, brought low. Only human."

Being Emperor and Empress would only stifle them because as we see with the current sovereigns there is a lot they cannot do and their hands are tied by relations with foreign nations and keeping friendly terms in the palace itself. Being commoners wouldn't work either because as we have seen with Maomao, having to constantly work and scrape for very little causes a defeatism of feeling like you're not able to do much for others or improve life for yourself.

Sadly but truthfully, Luomen won't be around forever and to me Maomao will find happiness taking over for him as Court Physician and working with the Quack in the Medical Office where she's comfortable and able to help the ladies and others, plus she'll always have access to the best medicines and can visit her Verdigris House family at any time. This ending also brings back the feeling of the early novels where Jinshi can peek in on her in the medical office after he's finished his paperwork as Commandant but this time they're able to go get chicken skewers together and have the freedom as husband and wife.

He wished he could have gotten her tucked into bed sooner, with a nice, soft blanket around her. She hadn’t been able to resist her first sleep in days, and she looked as comfortable as if she were in a pleasant bath.

Here they're both able to work, doing something they enjoy but freed from troublesome entanglements, all the while finding new ways to improve the lives of others. That's a happy ending to me.

Lastly, I don't see it having them be together and fade-to-black, I think we'll know some of what their future holds. To me the idea of being open-ended is more, the possibility for further adventures to be had. So we can see them get married, have jobs and be happy but that doesn't mean there couldn't be more, there just wouldn't be at the time we leave them because they've achieved a certain peace for the moment.

That was longer than I intended it to be 😂 but fun to write and explore the different endings. Thanks so much for the question!

[rhineposting]

okay pause on phone people posting to do some Rhinedottir Posting ™

I think that while all of the Five Sinners are generally around the same level of unhingement and gray morality, Rhinedottir was just Like That even before taking a dunk in the Eldritch and Forbidden. I think it's kinda funny.

"That's Surtalogi, he basically invented lycanthropy and has a pet multidimensional narwhal that eats French people, that obelisk over there is Vedrfolnir, the single greatest visionary to kinda-live, capable of restoring sentience to the cursed, and the lady over there is Rhinedottir, a revolutionary alchemist and she, uh... Yeah these days she's mostly printing flying dismembered dogs. No idea why. She's not even taking care of them, or of any other thing she ever made for that matter. Yeah, she made a bunch of her clones and dumped most of them into a vat of acid. No idea why, something about them not being good enough. Oh yeah no, that was before our country was nuked. I don't know what's her deal and honestly at this point I'd keep it that way. Anyways, that guy over there is Rerir and he uhhhhhhh-"

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I love the poly vibes in thuyw and was reading your tags in the last post and , I keep thinking about all the different things going on, how everyone is pretty protective/possessive over our reader “she’s our girl”, got me thinking about reader also ending up really protective over “her boys”. Say a girl messes with one of them/upsets them/rejects them and they’re down in the dumps about it, reader going in to comfort mode. “Can I…can I help you feel better? What can I do?”

With those big doe eyes.

a/n: i know this was just a thought you shared, but now i wanna just take the opportunity to dive in and write a few headcanons because YES! that is so her that i already have notes scribbled down that are eerily similar

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you’re such a people-pleaser

and if someone around you isn’t having an okay day, then you simply can’t help but drop everything to at least try and help

but those doe eyes of yours? uuuuhhh they get you in trouble with all the guys…..

you just want to help them feel better… well, they sure know something that could make them feel better…

having those big innocent doe eyes blink up at them and fucking tear up as you’re choking on their dick.

and who are you to say no? you did offer after all

“please? anything at all, i just wanna help make you feel even a little bit better…”

you did after all want to help and if that’s what they claim could make them feel better, maybe that’s not such a bad thing then…

and then the next thing you know, when word spreads around them that you were willing to get down on your knees and give one of them sweet inexperienced kisses all over his throbbing cock, purely to make him smile again

suddenly everyone is in crisis! dropping like flies! every frat guy is magically having the worst day of their lives (drama queens, we love)

bet they could get real creative too with whatever remedies might heal them up…

next thing you know, you’re letting a dude suck on your titties and litter them with hickies IN BROAD DAYLIGHT, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FRAT KITCHEN

or you're bent over the nearest surface with someone's tongue is doing unspeakable things to your untouched little asshole 🥺 making you all squirmy and wiggly inside 🥺

and just imagine if they all gang up together, lie and for example tell you that something really horrible went down with the rival frat that affected all of them

oh, so many sad frowns staring back at you…

and by now you knew how much you helped in those types of moments, how much of a pick-me-up you were for them

they depended on you

they need you 

you just couldn’t live with yourself if they spiralled into an even darker hole that you could have prevented...

...so whatever they may want, that’s what they’ll get. 

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[earlysunshines]

down for you

kang haerin x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: you beg haerin to go to some party and 1. haerin hates parties 2. she wasn’t even invited… but if it’s you asking she’s always willing.

warnings: mentions of alcohol ; not my best work tee bee aych 💔 ; ermmm pining ; nothing else really ; anything else i didn't mention ; not proofread

a/n: i haven't written for her yet bc no ideas LOL I prolly won't write much for her but!! this song is soooo her and the main inspo for this so yeah lololol enjoy :-p

haerin’s building is across campus from yours—a good walk and a few flights of stairs to be exact. regardless, she’s on her way there because you forgot your laptop case. 

does haerin have to be doing this? absolutely not. her building is a five minute walk from where you’ve parked, and you even told her it would be better to wait for you. still, haerin meets you halfway just so she can accompany you on the way back to your lecture room and then to your car. it’s extra cardio for haerin and more time for you, so she’s not complaining. 

“you didn’t have to come all the way here ‘rin.” you giggle, grabbing not only your laptop case, but also the pencil case you managed to forget as well. “the campus is huge.”

“it’s fine.” haerin simply responds, waiting for you to zip your bag and put it back on. she smiles when you do, then follows you back to your car—a good ten minute walk away.

the rest of the way back, haerin listens to you talk about your classes with her head tilted in your direction. when you step a little too close to the edge of the sidewalk, she reaches out, fingers catching the sleeve of your sweater in a small, familiar tug as she guids you back toward the center of the path. she keeps her eyes on your most of the way back, only glancing down once in a while when you glance back at her and to avoid tripping over the crack in the path that gets at least ten students a day. 

you two have had this routine since you became friends last semester: meeting up somewhere, walking back to the car together, and almost always studying or spending time together after your classes are over. 

(the only time you two aren’t together is when you’re in your respective buildings, time that both of you dread—it doesn’t make any sense that the engineering and public health buildings are so distanced… they’re on the same wavelength, no?)

when you finally reach your car, you’re still mid-conversation, the rhythm is easygoing just as always. but then you say something that makes haerin falter.

“i know you’re not really a party person… but my friends invited me to one this friday and they really want to meet you.”

she pauses, fingers hovering over the passenger door handle. “me?”

“yeah, you.”

she blinks, settling herself into the seat beside you. “why… me?”

“i told them about you.” you grin as if the answer is obvious.

“actually?”

“how could i not? you’re my closest friend, haerin.” you glance over at her, smiling. “it’s just a small party thing, and i wanted you to be there.”

a lot is running through haerin’s mind. why would you mention her to your friends? is this party so important that she has to go? who are these ‘friends’? what will the party be like? haerin shivers a bit. the thought of being surrounded by new people, forced into small talk, makes her a bit uneasy. there is no way she is going to this party.

but then you lean in a little, tilting your head, eyes bright and expectant, and suddenly it’s hard to say no.

“we’ll just drop by,” you add quickly, like you can sense the hesitation in the way her jaw tightens and look averts. “just for a bit. and after, i’ll treat you to ice cream.” you promise.

she doesn’t have to go to this party, but you can’t lie that after so much time with her it’s hard when she’s not at arms length your friends have even rolled their eyes at the mere mention of her just because you always have something to say about her—whether it’s something simple or unrelated to whatever you and your friends were talking about earlier.

the amount of time you spend with haerin is enough to lead to the inevitable: growing feelings. how could you not grow fond of haerin in a way that’s more than platonic? she’s pretty, soft-spoken, and caring. she caught you by surprise that moment you bumped into her during your first day of university, and now she’s someone you can’t imagine being away from. you even call her almost every night.

plus, what you feel is the same on haerin’s end. she noticed you immediately, and the fact that you two are even this close still baffles her. she’d never admit anything, though. there is nothing other than her not-so-subtle looks and actions that could reveal what she truly feels.

she bites the inside of her cheek. haerin does not want to go. but you give her the look and she crumbles at how pretty you look. she can already picture you smiling at her over a cup of ice cream afterward, laughing about whatever might happen at the party.

haerin sighs, pretending to be reluctant when she mumbles, “i mean, i guess. if you want me there… then i’ll go.”

your sigh of relief is immediate, and before haerin can brace herself, you’re leaning over and wrapping your arms around her in a quick, excited hug. she stiffens for half a second, caught off guard, before her body relaxes against yours.

she smiles into you, taking in the scent of your signature peachy scent; haerin doesn’t need a mirror to know that her face is burning. 

—

haerin is in another situation that has her face burning once more.

she’s tends to get sleepy when she’s around you, especially when you both are cozy in your bed. it didn’t take long for her to pass out on your bed once you both finished studying. usually she wakes up to either you sleeping, studying, or doomscrolling. this time it’s doomscrolling.

her little shuffle gets your attention; the pressure around your waist loosening makes you hum. you turn to see haerin blinking a few times, then rubbing her eyes.

“hey.” you giggle.

“hi.” haerin responds sleepily, letting her body go limp again as she tries to take her leg out from between both of yours—you tug her leg back, keeping it there. it’s a little intimate for ‘just friends,’ definitely. but haerin feels all warm inside and you’re, well, just you, so she doesn’t complain. you don’t seem to mind either.

“you were out for like, an hour.”

“was i?”

“mhm.” you say as you turn to face her. her eyes are a little puffy, but it’s not that noticeable, more cute than noticeable if anything. you move her hair out of her face and smile, snuggling a little closer. “you’re so pretty.”

she laughs nervously. “i just woke up.”

“yeah, and you’re pretty.”

haerin is way too sleepy to deal with this, so she instead thanks the dimmed room for concealing her blush and closes her eyes once more. her smile lingers as she moves to face the ceiling, and it deepens when she feels you scooting closer.

“what time is it?” she asks.

“five.” you mumble, yawning lightly. “party is at seven.”

oh. haerin has completely forgotten about the party after being so comfortable, and now, the sudden realization shakes her awake.

“but let’s nap a little more, i’m comfy.” you insist.

haerin is anything but sleepy right now. “are you sure we shouldn’t be getting ready? what’s the dress code? do we have to look flashy?”

“relax,” you say, draping your arm over her. “it’s just a house party. baggy jeans and a t-shirt would be more than enough if i’m going to be honest. it’s casual, nothing crazy.”

“okay…”

—

okay, maybe you shouldn’t go to that party. 

haerin just walked out of your room in a simple outfit—just like you had said—but wow, she looks so good you think that maybe you should keep her here for yourself. her hair is still a little messy from her nap as well, so she’s tied it up. you always liked her with her hair up, and down… you like her with any hairstyle.

“do i look okay for the—”

“yes.” you cut off her question. “very.” you walk over, look her up and down, then snap a picture for safe keeping.

“what was that for?”

“you look really good, haerin.”

“oh.” she says flatly, feeling a lump form in her throat. “you do too.” 

you both smile at each other for another moment, feeling the weight of the tension push you two down. 

“let’s go?” you ask, lingering in front of her.

“yeah.”

…

there’s a strange stiffness in every part of your body as you drive to the destination. haerin is in the passenger seat on her phone looking like that, like she’s just been pulled out of a magazine. at each red light you try to steal a glimpse of her, silently in awe.

once you arrive, the party is already in full swing when you and haerin step in. the music vibrates lowly throughout the air, voices overlap in bursts of laughter, and conversation accompanies the house-type tune.

your friend haewon appears out of nowhere, beaming as she throws her arms around you in a tight hug. you laugh, hugging her back just as eagerly.

“y/n! i’m glad you could make it.” haewon beams. 

“i knew you loved me.”

“okay, not too much now…” she jokes, pulling away and turning to haerin, giving her a much smaller, polite hug. haerin barely has time to react before she pulls away, grinning.

“you must be haerin?”

haerin blinks, nodding slowly. “yeah.” her voice is calm, unreadable, but you catch her ears turning pink and the way her fingers twitch slightly at her sides.

haewon gives you a knowing look before disappearing into the kitchen. 

haerin exhales, subtle but sharp, and you glance over at her. she already looks a little overwhelmed, her shoulders tense, eyes scanning the room like she’s trying to find an escape route.

you nudge her shoulder before moving further inside, holding her hand as you do so. your shoulders stay close, touching, and she doesn’t pull away. instead, she stays close, like you’re the only steady thing in this chaos of the party.

“we’ll stay just for a bit,” you assure. “i just need to say hi to some people, have small talk, and before you know we’ll be at the ice cream place you like.”

she nods, her hand tightening around yours. “okay, just a bit.”

—

it has not been just a bit. it’s been nearly an hour—fourty-seven minutes to be exact.

(haerin has been checking her phone each time you run into a new person.)

she would be lying if this whole thing weren’t interesting, though the best part about meeting all these people is them mentioning how much you mention her and watching your blush grow.

“we’ll be talking about the menu at a restaurant and she’ll mention you. i remember we were getting dessert and she pointed to something going, ‘haerin loves this.’” one of your friends jokes. “you two aren’t dating, no?”

both you and haerin simultaneously freeze, with you breaking the awkwardness with a laugh. “i– no.” you push his shoulder. 

“okay, but you do talk about her a lot.” another friend nudges, grinning. 

you blink. “do i really?”

“yeah, so much.” 

haerin shifts beside you, her usual composure slipping just slightly as she looks down. there’s a small smile on her face as she pretends to be interested in the hem of her sleeve.

the topic changes before either of you fully acknowledge it, too attentive to the tension. there’s a small warmth lingering in your chest—half embarrassment, half something else.

the rest of the night consists of haerin following you around as you bump into others, and as the night goes on the more unbearable it gets. you seem to be meeting people who aren’t your friends, maybe acquaintances? classmates? whoever they are, you seem to be completely oblivious to how often they flirt with you. 

here and there they’ll lean in, laugh a little too hard at your jokes, and angle their bodies toward you like they’re waiting for a moment to catch your attention. it’s so blatantly obvious that the past three people have been trying to please you, but you don’t notice.

haerin notices. she notices everything, but she doesn’t say anything. she just keeps her expression neutral as she stays close. she takes it because she promised herself to get through this just for you, just for tonight.

but then there’s him. 

some guy—intak, you think? some guy you recognize from your introduction to kinesiology class—confident from the drinks in his system, slides up next to you. his smile is a little too easy as he leans in, voice dropping to something lower, more deliberate. 

“wow, you’re stealing the spotlight here, you know?”

you laugh, oblivious, waving him off. “that’s not true.”

“no, seriously. you’re gorgeous.” he gives you a smirk, winking in a way that makes your brows turn in confusion. “we have a class together—kinesiology and public health analytics—i see you and i can’t help but think you’re going to the be the reason i fail. you’re so pretty.”

“aw, that’s not true.” you chuckle nervously.

he moves his hand, not quite touching you, but close enough that haerin stiffens beside you.

and that’s when haerin decides she’s had enough.

her hand snakes around your waist, pulling you away from him and earning a confused, defeated look from the guy. you turn to her in surprise at the sudden action, and also because wow your heart is beating fast from that. 

“ice cream?” she reminds you, her voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “you promised.”

you glance at her, the weight of her hand on your chest grounding you just as much as it flusters. it’s only then that you realize how long you’ve actually been at this party. 

“oh—right. okay, let’s go.”

she pulls you in closer, leading you toward the door and out, her fingers warm against you. 

—

“i’m sorry for keeping you cooped up there so long, i lost track of time.” you apologize, starting the engine of your car. 

“it’s fine.” haerin lies, sinking in the seat and turning away from you. her words feel flat, like an automatic response rather than the truth. 

anyone else would believe her, but you know her well enough to recognize the subtle signs—how she tugs at her sleeves, how her fingers tap against her knee impatiently, how she shifts just slightly as if trying to make herself smaller. you don’t push her, instead focusing on the road, letting the silence settle between you.

the drive to the ice cream shop is quiet, and when you finally park, haerin barely glances at the menu before mumbling, “strawberry is fine.”

you don’t comment on how unenthusiastic she sounds, just get the order and hand her the cup before grabbing your own little cup of mint chocolate chip. she takes it with a quiet “thanks,” and the two of you sit in your car, parked beneath a streetlight that casts a dim glow.

usually, your silences with haerin are comfortable and easy. but this one is suffocating, even the soft hum of music doesn’t ease the tension.

something unspoken lingers, and you let it continue to hang in the air for a bit, hoping she’ll say something first. she doesn’t.

with a sigh, you lower the volume of the music and glance at her. 

“okay.” you say, breaking the silence. “why are you so moody? is it because of the party? if you didn’t want to go you didn’t have to. you should’ve just told me.”

haerin’s grip on her spoon tightens, her gaze fixed on the half-melted ice cream. “i’m just tired.”

you stare at her, unimpressed. “why are you lying to me?”

she exhales through her nose but doesn’t respond. shifting in your seat, you turn fully toward her, searching her face. “i know something is up. did my friends say something off? what is it? i’ve never seen you like this before.”

she stays quiet, biting down and tensing her jaw. for a moment, you wonder if she’s going to brush you off again.

haerin exhales sharply, setting her ice cream down in the cup holder before finally turning to face you. “do people always flirt with you like that?”

you blink, caught off guard by the sudden question. “huh?”

she scoffs, shaking her head. “you’re so oblivious,” she mutters. “everyone at that party—everyone but your actual friends—was flirting with you, and you didn’t even notice. you barely even reacted to intak. if i hadn’t pulled you away, you probably would’ve stayed there without a clue.”

you furrow your brows, trying to recall the interactions from earlier. “i mean… i just thought they were being nice.” you say slowly.

haerin lets out a humorless laugh, like she can’t believe how clueless you are. 

you tilt your head at her, watching the way she pokes at her ice cream aggressively even if it’s half soup at this point. “why is it such a big deal?”

“it’s— it’s not.” she looks away, but there’s something in her tone, something in the way her fingers tighten around the fabric of her top.

you narrow your eyes. “wait—” you lean in slightly, voice dropping. “are you jealous?” it almost sounds like you’re teasing, but the curiosity in your tone is overpowering.

haerin stiffens, the tips of her ears turning red. “no, why would i be jealous?”

that’s a lie.

your eyes widen as realization dawns, and you nudge her arm, your teasing smile growing. “you are jealous.”

she glares at you, lips pressed into a thin line, but you can see the way she swallows hard like she’s debating whether to keep denying it or not. you’ve never seen her so nervous.

you press further, pushing past the hesitation between you. “why would you even be jealous over people flirting with me?”

haerin exhales, long and slow, before finally mumbling, “because…”

“because?” you echo, urging her to continue.

“it just— i can’t, y/n. can we go home? my things are at your place and i need to get home.”

“it’s a friday.”

“y/n, please.”

you frown, deciding to stop yourself from pressing on further to keep haerin from getting overwhelmed again. you hesitate before shifting the car to ‘drive,’ catching haerin turning her body away from you completely in your peripheral.

—

it’s completely silent from there on out. whatever happened in the car was the closest thing you’ve ever gotten to a fight with her, and you don’t know how to deal with it. when you reach your place, you unlock the door and let haerin go first, not exchanging a single word. 

haerin immediately grabs her bag from where she left it near your desk. she moves with purpose, like she’s trying to get out of here as soon as possible, but you can’t just let her leave like that. not when she’s in your place.

“haerin,” you call, and when she doesn’t turn, you step closer. “are you seriously jealous over people flirting with me?”

she huffs, finally looking at you. “it��s ridiculous, right?”

“yeah,” you say as you cross your arms. “you’re the most gorgeous, amazing person i know. they should’ve been flirting with you instead, i don’t know why they were doing it with me.”

haerin’s eyes widen slightly, her lips parting like she wasn’t expecting that. your assumption starts to make sense in her head: you think that she’s jealous because people were flirting with you and not her. you’re completely off, and before she can interrupt, you start again.

“i saw some people checking you out too. i overheard people saying that you’re pretty from my friends while you went to the bathroom and—” you step closer. “why would you ever be jealous over people flirting with me?”

she lets go of her bag now, jaw clenching before she finally exhales. “it’s not because they were flirting with you,” she mutters. “or because i want to be flirted with.” she shakes her head, eyes meeting yours with something raw in them. “it’s because they can say all of this while i can’t.” 

your breath catches. 

haerin licks her lips, voice quieter now. “i like you.” she swallows, avoiding eye contact. “i’ve been stressing about it for the past month or two. and tonight just… seeing how easily people say those things to you, knowing i’ve been thinking you’re so pretty and sweet before they even—” she exhales sharply. “i hate when people flirt with you because i like you.”

your heart stutters in your chest. the weight of her words turns a gear in your brain. everything feels real, and you suddenly feel breathless. kang haerin likes you. 

“haerin,” you murmur. “i— you do?”

“i’m sorry.” 

“no, no.” you stop her, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i just— everytime i’d see people looking at you like… i don’t know, like they wanted you or something, i’d get this weird jealousy as well.”

“why?” haerin questions.

“haerin, i like you too.” you admit through an exasperated chuckle. “i go out of my way to spend time with you and everything because i like you. sometimes we’re laying in my bed or getting food together and i think, i just, i always wished it were something more than platonic.”

her breath catches, taken aback by the sudden confession. her eyes search yours for any sign that you’re messing with her, but all she finds is sincerity. 

“you do?” she asks, barely above a whisper.

“haerin, i like you so much.”

and then she exhales, relief and something softer washing over her features. she steps over to hug you, burying her face in your neck.

“i’m— i’m sorry for being so moody.”

“it’s okay.” you laugh, hugging her tightly. “i would’ve been the same if someone were flirting with you.”

you two pull away then, hands still on each other and faces now inches apart. everything around you stops, but the beating in your heart speeds up when you’re met with her features. 

on impulse, you sneak a quick kiss, pulling away immediately and feeling your cheeks burn. 

haerin’s eyes widen before she giggles, moving her hands to cup your cheeks properly and kissing you sweetly. the taste of strawberry ice cream lingers on her lips, making the moment sweeter. she parts, her lips ghosting yours, and you smile.

“are we moving too fast?” you ask.

“i– i don’t know. i’ve never… i—” you cut haerin off with another kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“i think this is fine. i wanted to um… do this before we left my place but…”

haerin laughs, smiling at you like you’re the only thing that matters. “well now you can… do it as much as you’d like. i like you a lot y/n.”

“i like you a lot too, haerin.”

[igotanidea]

Patterns: Jason Todd x reader

aka: the one when Jason learns a thing or two about family archetypes

***

It was quiet.

Too quiet and he didn’t like it.

Honestly in the back of his head, Jason was half-expecting to see her curled up on the couch, crying her eyes out and binging on Haagen Dazs.

His stupid, completely immature part was almost demanding satisfaction of said view.

Instead there was nothing.

And that was something his mind and conscience couldn’t quite process.

He stepped inside their shared apartment purposefully shutting the door with unnecessary force to get her attention.

All her got was a look from above the book, a little frown, a bookmark put between the pages of whatever she was reading and a quizzical look.

And that fucking deafening silence ringing in his ears and drilling holes in his integrity.

“Y/N.”

“Hi.” She simply said.

“Hi? Seriously?”

“Isn’t that how people greet each other?”

“Y/N!”

“What?”

“Why aren’t you yelling at me?”

“Why?”

“W-why? What do you mean why? Because I’m being an asshole to you! And I’m doing it on purpose just to get a reaction out of you!”

“Uh-huh. I see…”

“Come on!” he was losing his cool. As ironic as it was he was about to unleash hellfire of insults and jerk behavior to see her getting mad, sad, angry… anything but this – this cool exterior and calm face. If she actually would cry – in the way he imagined before – great – then he’ll get a chance to apologize and hold her and tell her he loved her and make up.

This? God damn, weren’t women supposed to be emotional?

They fought last night for god’s sake! Where were those completely-irrational-I’m-hurt-like-hell-and-will-show-you-that-in-any-way-possible-making-you-burn-in-regret moments?!

Maybe someone replaced his Y/N with a cold, overly rational robot?

“Y/N-“ he started again, carefully taking a step towards the couch, almost as if the Red Hood himself was being scared. “Do you remember what happened?”

“WE had an argument.”

Ok, so she didn’t lose her memory either.

“Yes. And – and I said some mean things towards you and – “

“I know. I’ve been there.”

What game was she playing?!

“Aren’t you – well I don’t know – hurt?”

“Oh, I am.” She nodded with a soft smile, acting like a five year old who had just discovered a new flavor of ice cream. “Wait- do you want me to yell at you?”

“YES!”

“Um… okay-“ Y/N tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “If that’s the problem then I can – “

“Why don’t you want to yell at me?!” Jason finally exclaimed “Why isn’t your blood boiling? Why aren’t you letting your pain out?! Why?” he grabbed her shoulders, and focused his eyes on her face.

God, her face.

A little pale, with enlarged irises and faint redness around the eyelids.

 “Come on, princess, talk to me.” His voice became softer, more considerate.

“Because I don’t want to be like my parents.” She whispered with a heavy sigh, looking down only for a moment, only to raise her gaze back on him with a sad, vulnerable smile.

“Like your-“

“Like my mother and father Jason. They used to exchange words and rough adjectives faster than the speed of light, sparring with contempt like it was a freaking lightsaber. “

“Well I – “ suddenly, a few images from his own “childhood” flashed between his eyes.

“So I don’t want to be like my mother, if I can help it. God forbid me from it. Seriously I’d hate to repeat the pattern of misery, broken relationships and a pile of shit.”

“Oh. I – I mean – “ he was out of words. He should have known better. He should have known he was doing exactly the same thing, getting himself pumped into the circle of his own traumatic past with Wills. And Y/N didn’t deserve this.

At all.

So maybe it was his fault that she decided to just bury the hatchet, suffer on the inside, never showing it outside and –

Now.

Now came the guilt that was causing his stomach to twist.  

“I’m sorry-“ the wetness on his cheeks was not planned but happened nonetheless.

“Hey- Oh no, Jason – don’t- come here-“ Y/N opened her arms and pulled him close, letting him keep the rest of dignity, both pretending he wasn’t shaking from the tears.  “Hush. Hush, it’s okay-“

“It’s not-“

“Shut up, Todd. I said it’s okay.” One swift movement and a light chuckle was enough to prevent him from further arguing on the matter. Hell, he even let out a laugh himself.

“You’re fucking impossible.”

“Mhm. You know, Audrey Hepburn once said – “

“I know what she said about the impossible.” He muttered.

Of course he knew. He read a lot.

“So.”

“So?” he pulled back, wiping his nose with a kindly handed tissue

“I think we made some progress today.”

“You’re not my psychologist –“

“Ah! Careful! I may not be, but I’m smarter and more self-aware and therefore-“

“Y/N-“ he said warningly but now with a  smirk.

“Come on, Jason. Let me have my moment of glory.”

“Only you would turn post-argument-silent-days into a silver lining”

“Bear with me.” She grinned, ruffling his hair. “What did we learn today, little bird?”

“That we are not destined to repeat our ancestors' mistakes?” Jason was proud of himself for drawing the conclusion and awaiting a praise or at least a little gold star sticker.

“Mh.” Y/N muttered, pouting.

“Wait, what-? I thought – Y/N!? Wasn’t that the lesson!?”

“Mh. Not quite.”

“B-but—But—“

“The lesson was to never let a girl suffer alone, but your uptake on thing might pass. I’d say it deserves a C –“

“A C?!”

“Better luck next time?” she teased with an innocent look.

“What if I apologize? Will I get an A then?”

“Depends on the kind of apology.”

“the kind that wouldn’t be allowed in school.”

“Thank god, we’re not students anymore then-“

As the night progressed, being anything but filled with noises coming from arguments, Jason and Y/N realized their relationship took a different turn. Because if they were going to err and lose their way in it, it was going to be on their own terms, learning and growing  together. 

Because they were not doomed to fall into the patterns of a generational-trauma. 

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Saxon x girlfriend!reader where reader is basically the girl everyone wants that Saxon chased after not because he liked her but because he had to have what no one else could. They start dating and Saxon genuinely falls in love with her and dose everything he can to impress her but she’s very “whatever” about his efforts because she’s just satisfied with having a boyfriend with money and she was willing to turn a blind eye if he cheated but then he starts telling her how much he loves her and she’s just like “yeah right” and expects him to cheat any minute. It turns into this pathetic chase that his family witnesses first hand when they go to the white lotus. Maybe it even gets to the point where she avoids him during the trip like running off with his siblings or doing activities on her own. You can decide the rest.

Fools Gold

Pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Girlfriend!Reader

Saxon was never supposed to fall in love with you.

You were just a status symbol, the most sought-after girl in his world, the one everyone wanted but only he got to have. That was the point—why he asked you out in the first place. You were untouchable, a trophy to be won, and he was the guy who won you.

And you? You thought he was cute. He was rich, not as insufferable as the other trust-fund losers that constantly threw themselves at you, and—most importantly—dating him made life easier.

So you said yes.

And somewhere along the way, he fell in love for real.

If Saxon thought this vacation was going to bring you closer, he was a fucking idiot.

You spent most of your time avoiding him, filling your days with spa treatments, yoga classes, and endless glasses of overpriced rosé with Piper while he chased you like some lovesick puppy.

At dinner, you barely spoke to him, more focused on your wine than whatever conversation his family was pretending to have. When the night wound down, you’d finally give him your attention—dragging him to bed, letting him have you, but only when you wanted.

It was just enough to keep things smooth.

And yet, he wouldn’t stop trying.

More gifts. More attention. More effort.

At first, you ignored it—thinking it was just a game, the way rich boys got obsessive when something they owned started slipping from their grasp. But the way he watched you, the way he kept pushing to spend more time together, the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered…

It felt real.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but somewhere between another overpriced dinner and another bottle of wine, you found yourself alone with him on the villa’s balcony—the air thick with something unspoken, the glow of the infinity pool casting blue light against his skin.

He was nervous. You could tell.

“You know,” he started, turning a half-full glass in his hand, “I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you.”

You raised a brow, lazily sipping your wine. “What way?”

Saxon looked at you then, really looked at you, and the vulnerability in his eyes made something uncomfortable stir in your chest.

“I love you.”

You laughed. A quiet, disbelieving breath of laughter, because that was the last thing you ever expected to hear.

“You don’t,” you said simply, shaking your head, because how could he?

“I do.” He leaned forward, setting his glass down, his voice softer now, but certain. “You think you don’t have anything to offer me but your looks, but you don’t even see yourself the way I do.”

You froze.

Because that was the part that got you.

Not the “I love you.” Not the romantic confession.

But the fact that he saw right through you.

That he knew. That he understood.

And that scared you more than anything else ever had.

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do yandere Ancients Hero reaction when they figure out reader marry them only because of their status, power and wealth not because reader love them ? I crave for some angst.

I usually don't do this many characters so the HCs will be short... However, I feel certain CRK characters are a package deal.

Yandere! Ancient Heroes with Darling betraying them

(Small HCs - Excludes White Lily due to plot)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Self depreciation (Pure Vanilla), Delusional behavior, Angst, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Worship yandere (Pure Vanilla), Denial, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Golden Cheese is your sugar mommy, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla attempts to be understanding of your betrayal.

It does break his heart into just about a million crumbs... However, Pure Vanilla seems like he'd just blame himself for your betrayal.

After all, if you used him... Then he must have done something wrong.

Pure Vanilla is probably the easiest one to manipulate.

He's so caught up in what feels like 'true love' that he doesn't notice you aren't genuine at first.

Ever kiss, every hug... it all felt like you loved him.

He's convinced you love him.

He values your input and consent, he dedicates himself to you fully.

Even the wedding is rather traditional, him kissing you by the altar as you become united.

At first, Pure Vanilla is deep in his fantasies.

He's convinced you're perfect, practically worshipping the ground you walk on despite being a king.

Although... Soon you show your true colors.

You become distant and only act affectionate to fool those around you.

Pure Vanilla quickly becomes... delusional.

Maybe you're just in a mood?

Maybe he's done something wrong?

He's unable to think that you're uninterested in him.

He's given you so much... yet he's so willing to give you everything just so you love him.

He's a submissive yandere, constantly buying you gifts and offering affection just for your attention.

He doesn't want to lose you.

In fact, he allows you to have anything you want as long as it means he won't be alone.

You want power and fame? Fine...

Just don't leave him... Please love him

He's not manipulative, you're the one manipulating you.

He'll be your submissive husband and toy if it means he doesn't feel alone.

While it hurts him that your love isn't exactly as he imagined...

Pure Vanilla will be compliant, willing to be your little pawn and be used in whatever way you wish...

All he asks for in return is for you to at least pretend to love him... or love him genuinely at some point.

Hollyberry

Hollyberry is delusional, just not believing you're using her.

Part of her probably knows better, telling her a sweet cookie like you was just using her.

However, she's always been a rather jolly soul.

She's a cookie who loves to party, who cherishes friendship and happiness above everything else.

She no doubt met you at one of her grand parties and fell for you.

You were such a sweet cookie for her... She couldn't help but want to smother you.

Hollyberry is an intense lover, alway dragging you for drinking and dancing.

You were simply putting up an act, knowing if you tolerate her behavior you can have access to her kingdom.

Hollyberry is overwhelming, giving you all sorts of courtship gifts.

She's affectionate and loud... Especially when she proposes.

She wants to wed you, to make you her sweet spouse!

You accept, after all, you're after power.

Afterwards you become apathetic to Hollyberry's many parties and affection.

She doesn't understand it, it probably doesn't occur to her that you're trying to use her.

She just assumes you're feeling insecure and tries to help you feel better through more parties and contests.

She's all sweet smiles, holding you close and claiming loudly that she adores you.

It isn't until you break her fantasy by snapping at her that you don't love her that she gets upset.

She doesn't want to believe that.

She tells you that you must just be... overwhelmed.

She'll try to give you your space... but she'll be back to love you!

Hollyberry is either oblivious or willingly ignoring the fact you're using her.

Who cares? She has you and she can love you all she wants now!

Sure, maybe you don't love her now...

Yet maybe she can change that with enough dedication to show you you're perfect together!

Dark Cacao

Dark Cacao is stern and no doubt forces you to be corrected.

He's a cookie focused on protecting his subjects and kingdom.

He has had his fair share of usurpers in his long life.

I imagine it takes a long time for him to get attached to you due to all of his experiences.

Unfortunately, you abuse such trust.

You whisper sweet words to him, giving him soft smiles that melt his cold heart.

The stoic ruler's facade cracks around you, making him go a bit soft as he speaks with you.

Dark Cacao thought he could trust you, he thought he could finally find someone to love after so many years.

You two would spend many long snows together, perhaps even sharing kisses in secret.

Soon enough Dark Cacao gives you what you want... He marries you to make you his.

All he really wants is to make you his, to protect you like he does his kingdom.

Things went well... the wedding was dark and small, yet it meant so much to him.

Yet... months later you snap his trust in half, like it doesn't matter.

As time goes on, you become colder to him, often trying to take over his duties.

It isn't long before you slip up and Dark Cacao realizes you're simply another usurper using his vulnerability against him.

While he'd normally have you executed... He can't.

Even after you betrayed him, he still married you because he loved you.

So... He takes a different approach.

He punishes you... forcing you to be isolated and only allows himself to see you.

He orders for you to be sealed in a private cell in the dungeons.

Guards often watch you unless Dark Cacao is there.

He didn't wish to imprison his love... He was hoping he could take a chance.

He was hoping he could find someone to love and support him.

However... If you're simply going to betray him...

He'll force you to crave him.

He'll isolate you, he'll be the only cookie you properly see.

If you don't love or need him like he does with you...

He'll just mold you into the way he wants you to be, just to have that happy ending he craves.

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese may make things transactional between you if it means she still garners your attention.

After all, you both have a certain greed to you.

Sheesh... if you just wanted riches, you could've told her!

Golden Cheese is willing to smother her obsession in golden riches as long as you love her.

Essentially, with no other way to say it, Golden Cheese would just be a sugar mommy to you.

If you marry her, be a part of her kingdom, and pledge yourself to be hers as her most beloved treasure...

She'd practically give you anything in exchange for your worship.

At first when she's courting you she's already giving you all sorts of gold.

She pampers you in affection, sitting you in her lap as she peppers you in kisses.

It isn't surprising that she proposes to you, wanting your hand in marriage.

She does it out of greed, no doubt to keep you in her kingdom.

So, this is just two greedy people benefiting from each other.

When she notices you acting colder or prioritizing riches over her... She's both hurt and impressed.

Ah, no wonder she fell for you...

You're just as greedy as her.

She'll confront you, tell you she knows your whole plan... then give you a choice.

She could simply have you thrown into the dungeons until you learn to respect her and her kingdom... or...

She could make this so you both benefit.

You can have anything you want but her Soul Jam... in return, she just asks you to worship and love her.

You're both greedy cookies, yes?

Why not satiate both of your desires?

While she is originally hurt... Golden Cheese is quick to use your greed against you.

Sure... you can have fame and riches...

So long as you promise yourself to her and no one else, she'd practically give you the world.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Period —FC BARCELONA.

summary: barca's boys reacting to your period when it is annoying or painful.

warnings: none. mention of the menstrual period, reaction, angst, pain, discomfort, cute/soft.

words count: +1.3k.

💌: Masterlist.

Pedri González.

When you tell him you got your period, the first thing he does is drop everything he was doing to become your special supplier. "Give me five minutes, I'm going to the store," he says as he quickly puts on his shoes.

You know it's over the top, but you can't help but smile. He returns with your favorite brand of pads or tampons, a couple of chocolates, chamomile tea, a hot water bottle and whatever else you've been craving.

"I know chocolate doesn't cure everything, but I thought it would help," he says as she arranges things on the table and hands them to you with a smile. "I got you, love."

Ferran Torres.

He knows that during your period you prefer to stay in bed or on the couch, so he takes the reins of the kitchen and the housework so you can rest.

"I know you don't feel like moving, so let me do you something tasty," he says as he puts on an apron. You hear him fiddling around in the kitchen, looking for ingredients and following a recipe that he clearly struggles with, but insists on finishing.

"It's made with love, even though it didn't come out so pretty," he says as he serves you a hot dish. The aroma and his effort comfort you more than you expected. Maybe later you help him clean up so you can finally snuggle in bed and receive a lot of his affection.

Pablo Gavi.

When he sees you squirming on the couch, he carefully approaches you and asks, "Do you want me to hold you?" Perhaps a bit fearfully so as not to disturb you or invade your space (or your sudden mood swings)

When you agree, Pablo will take you. You settle against him, and his arms wrap around you like a warm shelter. No matter how long it takes, he doesn't move or complain, even when you change positions several times.

He will walk you to and from the bathroom, comfort you, lift you up, help you. If you need to talk, he listens; if you remain silent, he simply gives you little kisses on your hair and makes sure you are comfortable.

Fermín López.

He finds you in bed complaining about colic and tiredness. He would be very sorry to see you go through something like this, so Fermín wouldn't leave you alone for a second.

He sits beside you, carefully, strokes your hair and says in a soft voice: "You can handle this, you're much stronger than you think. But let me do anything for you, I can cook, make your bed, bathe you, anything. I'm here for you."

He holds your hand, and his presence is enough to make you feel that you are not alone. Every once in a while, he says something funny or sweet to lift your spirits.

Alejandro Balde.

"Let's get distracted," he tells you as you look for something to watch together. He'll do anything to make you forget you're on your period.

He lets you choose absolutely everything: the movie, the series, even the snacks you're going to share or even if you just want to lie on his chest and rest. If you decide to play something on the console, it doesn't matter if you're terrible at the game; he makes sure you have fun. He'll even talk your ear off so you don't suffer.

"Today is your day, there are no rules. What else do you want to do?" he says, willing to go along with all your decisions.

Héctor Fort.

When he sees you doubled over in pain, he disappears for a moment and returns with a glass of water, a painkiller and a hot compress, what did he ever see you do to yourself.

"This should help you," he says as he helps you put the compress on your belly. He himself will pat your belly or hug your legs to help you. Then, he stays by your side to make sure the pain subsides.

If he sees you are uncomfortable, he adjusts the pillows or brings you more blankets without you having to ask. He would go to the store or make pastries (your favorite), all for you during this annoying period.

Lamine Yamal.

He sees you in a bad mood or on the verge of tears and decides to change your mood with a touch of humor. He takes everything with humor and of course he was going to do it for you when you need it the most.

"If your uterus could talk, I bet it would tell me to shut up but you are an angel" , he says with a smile. Then he starts making up stories or making jokes that make you laugh in spite of everything, he would pretend to fall down, snore, etc.

"See, you're the only person who laughs at my bad jokes. I'm sure that means you love me more than your hot tea." I'd say when you unexpectedly laugh together with him and almost forget about your period. Your goal in life, fulfilled.

Pau Cubarsí.

There are days when you don't need words or grandiose actions, and he knows it. He sits next to you in silence, watching you carefully. If you need something, he does it without you having to ask.

If he sees you are uncomfortable, he adjusts your pillow, brings you a blanket, or simply puts his hand in yours to let you know he is there. His caresses are soft and gentle, he cares for you as if you were fragile and delicate and maybe that's because you are. But Pau is even more so.

You would spend it in bed, him hugging your belly while your favorite series is on in the background. You can laugh or cry, you can moan, sweat, get dizzy, ache or anything but Pau is there. Hugging you like a slug.

[prlssprfctn]

Do you ever wonder why Jason wears a domino under his helmet? Well, it's to hide his eyes, obviously. They shine an unnatural green but not with anger and hatred as so many of those around him come to believe. Rather, something much more shameful, envy.

When he looks at Bruce he sees a man who has turned one of his greatest fears into a symbol people see hope in. Millions know it and so many wear it with pride, including the man himself. But when he wears it, it is a poor attempt to be one of those people. He will never be one of them, and so when he dons the bat it is an imitation of the man himself who wants to rip it off his chest himself.

With Dick it started when he was young and has only grown exponentially. Of course, he was the first Robin and son of Bruce, setting a standard the likes of Jason could never reach. But then as Nightwing he has become a role model that everyone, heroes including Batman himself, can look up to. He can lead like no other and he's left chasing his shadow.

Barbara was able to rise above the Joker, not letting her trauma define her future. As Oracle, she has reached so much further than she did as Batgirl. Her efforts going far beyond the walls of Gotham, which only ever seem to trap him. She never needed Bruce to do what she does but every action of his is defined by him.

Then there is Cass. She has so much raw talent, skill, and training. How is anyone ever meant to compete? And she is so empathetic. After her first kill and her "death" she vowed never to do that again. You would think someone who has actually died could feel the same, but he doesn't. She embodies the Bat while he seems to only defile it.

Next is Stephanie, who, much like him had a criminal father, but she chose to do whatever she could to stop him. While he seems to only follow in his footsteps. She also "died" but got to come back publicly and live life as Stephanie Brown. She gets to go to college and fight crime, something he once was able to do a lifetime ago.

His successor Tim, who took up the mantle with a noble cause, to save not only the city but to save Batman, someone no one thinks to save. A better Robin they he ever could be whose intellect is rivaled only by Bruce. He was also a boy who was simply enough to earn the love and respect from his older brother when he was and will never be worthy enough for it.

The newest member Duke, who is still able to stand on his own within a family of so many outstanding individuals, creating a niche no one can take from him. He comes from the same crime ridden streets as him but feels much more connected to them than he does. It's been so long since he had to live there. He's losing his roots. How can he say he fights for them when he can't even remember what it was like?

And the youngest of them all Damian. Who came from a life of assassins but has begun to move past it. To forgo killing and to even forgo the vigilante life, something that is killing him but something he doesn't know how to live without. But most importantly, he is the son of Bruce. Who has become a man willing to do anything and everything to bring him back from death. Why couldn't he do the same for him?

So he wears a mask to hide this shame he feels when he looks at his family. They manage to soar above it all together while he is sinking deeper and deeper into the pits alone.

And some bonus ones is the damn case where he sees the Jason everyone wants. No one really remembers who that was but they know its not like the one they have. He will never be like him and so he wonders if he should have ever come back in the first place if everyone wants the dead boy. As well as all the villains, rogues, and goons they face every night. How are they given more grace then him? Why are the Bats willing to give them chance after chance when they've shown no desire to change? But when he tries and fails thats it. Why do they treat someone they are supposed to love worse than his own murderer?

-🐳

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Am I sorry for sending angst after angst? No because if I have to be sad about this man I'm making it everyone's problem.

"Maybe it would be better if we never came back" / "Yeah, maybe" — these lines from Outlaws still hurt me so much. because that's really the only conclusion a one could come up with given everything, isn't it?

and this, mixed with a headcanon that Jason is an easy crier, so domino mask conceal if his eyes eventually start to glisten from upcoming tears every time he catches a pure realisation of how his situation in the family in the midst of patrols—

/never apologise! i love your asks so much :3

[castieltrash1]

Heyyy! Would you be willing to write a Saxon x fem!reader story with the she fell first but he fell harder trope? I need to see that man crash out when he realizes he’s in love with her (like in that tweet about this trope where the “fell harder” person is like “if I can’t get married tomorrow I will start biting people” 😭😂) thanks!

ty for the req saxon is like a brain worm to me i became addicted to him so im excited for this :3

saxon ratliff x fem!reader; mutual pining, she fell first/he fell harder trope, mentions of sex, canonical doucheyness heh

you’re not someone saxon would initially concern himself with, especially when you begin to show interest in him quickly after meeting. he likes the chase, the ego boost he gets from convincing someone to change their mind about him. it’s less about turning hate into love, and more about the slight shift from bashful resistance to feeble acceptance. if he knows he has power over you right away, the spark dissipates. this isn’t to say he won’t fuck you -- but that’s probably all he’ll do. whoever you’re on vacation with in thailand (friends, family, even your own brain) will continually remind you of that. hit it and quit it, one night stand, muay thai and chill -- you hear it all.

but you’re determined, which he likes. if you asked why, he’d said he’s not used to women in his life being so forward with their wants/desires, though it’s clear that assumption comes from a very warped perspective of female sexuality. you’re simply the first person he’s really noticed doing it, something he attributes to a lack of external distractions. without pornhub and an explore page full of instagram models, saxon is forced to acknowledge that you want him, not just in the way he's used to, and you’re not afraid to show it.

of course, as he accepts this massive mind-fuck and spirals, you shift your attention elsewhere. if he’s not going to share your passion, why waste your time? you’ve got all of ko samui to explore, with or without him! spoiler alert, it will be WITH him because now he’s trailing behind you like a lost dog. it’s what he’s used to -- the hunt -- but he hates it this time. he hates watching you devote your time to anything or anyone that doesn’t revolve around him. you shouldn’t expect anything less from such a spoiled guy, honestly.

you don’t need to open your eyes to see what, or who, suddenly covered the sun from shining down on you, interrupting your scheduled tanning time. still, you turn toward the emerging shadow, cracking a single lid open to peer at saxon through your tinted shades. he’s in just a pair of swimming shorts, a conscious decision if the subtle flexing of his muscles and position of his crotch inches from your face is any indication.

“if i wanted an umbrella, i would’ve sat under one,” you casually remark, ignoring the way his gaze drags over your exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“i think we should have dinner together. tonight.”

“can’t. busy.”

his smile falters, brows twitching together in confusion. he knows he hasn’t been reading the last few days wrong -- you want him, and he’s ready to make your wishes come true. he blinks in disbelief, the silence between you two thick with anticipation, before he scoffs, fingers flexing at his sides.

“uh, okay. fine,” he says, feigning indifference as he stomps off like a tantrum-throwing toddler. “whatever.”

+ once saxon’s groveled enough to get you back, he is NOT letting you go. whatever outings you’ve planned or hotel accommodations you’ve scheduled will now be a couple’s experience! if it’s not something he can join (or make you cancel,) he’ll whine about it for hours before and after, only shutting up when you offer him some form of reassurance. basically, let him help you christen every surface of your suite and he’ll call it even.

white lotus weekend 🪷

[lightlycareless]

well that was fast. naoya meeting y/n at satoru's genpuku a.k.a coming of age ceremony because why not.

warnings: everyone here is young. satoru is 15 i think, naoya 14, you 13. naoya is an a-hole even at this age, but that's not surprising. minimal proofreading.

happy reading!

Naoya initially believed that the rumors he heard were a simple matter of miscommunication, if not a hallucination of his relatives.

But when the whispers grew stronger, and far more recurrent, he set out to investigate only to find out they were true.

Satoru was to indeed enroll into Jujutsu High starting this summer, in Tokyo, of all places.

It was highly… unheard of. No heir, not at least before him, was to even consider doing such a thing. All of them were homeschooled, with the most prestigious of tutors at their disposition—dignified of someone of their position.

And yet, here was Satoru. Advocating for an experience Naoya never thought necessary, nor wanted. Why would someone as exceptional as him spend his time in a place where they let just about anyone mingle? From those of lesser clans, to those he’d consider on the same level as livestock…

But apparently Satoru wanted it so much, he was willing to completely renounce his family just to get it.

The only way they managed to convince him otherwise was by giving him permission, if he fulfilled one simple condition.

Cue this coming of age ceremony.

The Zen’in heir wasn’t precisely invited, but it's one of those things he knows won’t be denied entrance if he ends up showing up anyways.

If anything, his father would’ve sent him in his representation. When was the last time Naobito appeared publicly anywhere, at least to official endeavors? Not even he knows at that point.

Either way, the celebration was not short of extravagant, just about what he expected from the Gojo’s.

What he didn't anticipate, however, is for so many people to attend.

Most of the people there had to be outsiders to the clan, judging by the colors they wore to their lack of physical similarities. But yet again, Satoru always stood out as a sore thumb—more so with that hideous haircut…

This made Naoya glad he was the only one of his family there. He doesn't think he could've tolerated their annoying bickering and comparisons, not that he didn't know he was at the same level as Satoru, but that wasn't the purpose of today.

He just wanted to see if the rumors were true, what kind of face Satoru had, and what the rest thought of this succession. And now that he's gotten his fair share of answers, was ready to head back home.

Unless… a figure where to catch his attention, just by the corner of his eye he manages to distinguish a young girl who stands out (whether knowingly so, he can't discern otherwise) from the crowd due to her peculiar choice of kimono color and hair.

She looks… immature, juvenile. Like she didn’t know what type of ceremony she was attending and simply wore whatever she could get her hands on. And those ponytails? Was she in middle school or something? 

She couldn’t be any more ridiculous!

Though the word he was more likely looking for… was cute.

“Who is she?” Naoya murmurs as he continues to stare at her and her apparent solitude for none of the adults around seemed to chaperone her. Not that she looked so distraught by it, her eyes solely fixated on the Gojo heir passing just before her…

And it suddenly dawns on him. Who you truly are. Because why else would you allow yourself this familiarity if you were a complete stranger?

What he doesn't know, however, is why even after concluding this fact he still finds himself interested in you. 

There’s no need to pursue a girl whose purpose was already claimed.

But he does so anyway, like moths to a flame. And just before he knew it, he was just a few steps away from you. Taking advantage of the moving crowd to get a better look at you and realize you were far more… interesting when within reach.

And perceptive too. He would've been appropriately scolded for being too obvious in his movements had his master been around.

“Is there something wrong…?” You murmur, as if afraid of calling him out but certainly uncomfortable that he's been staring at you for a while now. “Do I have something in my face?”

“What? Why do you ask that?” He responds, offended unsurprisingly. Naoya's clearly used to women never stating their minds, but he didn't expect you, of all people, to be like the rest. Isn't there a high expectation burdening your actions?

“You've been staring at me for quite some time now” you add, mustering the courage to look up to him. Grave mistake, on his part at least. Your bright eyes made him forget the world around him for a second. “It's quite rude to do that to strangers.”

“But you're not a stranger, are you?” he responds. “I know who you are.”

“I—I don't know you” you fret, is it time for you to consider your retreat?

“You're Satoru-kun’s fiancé, right?” Naoya claims, and so confidently so that you can help but let out a soft chuckle, easing whatever tension brewed between the two… until you immediately quiet upon seeing his flourishing embarrassment. “Why are you laughing?! Is it not the truth??”

“No, it isn’t. But if it makes you feel better, you're not the first one that confuses me for my sister.”

“Don't patronize me.” He scolds, making your eyes jolt wide open.

“O—oh, I didn't mean to.” You worry, shaking your head before curtly bowing. “I'm sorry”.

And he knows that. With your softness it's clear that you solely intended to ease his shame.

But instead of being displeased by your concurrent imprudence… he feels majorly relieved that you're not the one Satoru is to marry.

Does that mean he still had a chance with you? To pursue more…?

Huh?!

Just what was he thinking?? You’re just some strange girl he just met a few moments ago and yet, already envisioned himself doing more?

Is this what happens when someone decides to go out of the norm? The whole universe falls out of balance?

“If it's her you wish to meet, I'm sure I can find her…” you say, looking around the crowd. “I think she ran off to follow a cat…”

“A cat?” He raises an eyebrow. “Does your sister not know basic decorum? I didn’t expect the future wife of Satoru-kun to be this… reckless.”

“Hey, she likes cats!” You rush to defend her, a side takes him by surprise; he would’ve never guessed you harbored this fierceness within that seemingly  shy outside.

It makes you look cuter. He wonders how you’d look jealous because of him.

…

…

…

What the hell?

“And she's a really good sorcerer too. Hinata-nee deserves a distraction from time to time.”

“Hinata? Is that her name?” Sounds only familiar, perhaps he has heard of her. But she's not the one whom he cares for ultimately. “What's your name?”

“L/N. L/N Y/N.” you respond. Naoya now remembers your last name. “May I know yours too?”

“Naoya.”

“Naoya what?”

“Isn't it obvious?”

“Oh, I… I'm not very good with faces.” You sheepishly admit. “I'm sorry”

“You apologize too much” 

“I'm so— I mean, I guess.”

“It's Zen'in, by the way. 

You gasp.

“No way! You're… wait a minute, you're the heir, right? I knew your name was familiar!” You say, as if discovering a new species, or making first contact with an alien. With your overprotective father, it might as well be. “You're Naobito-sama’s son, right?”

“Ah, so you do know who I am” he says.

“Just in theory, that means I only have one heir to meet! But I'm not sure if the Kamo have any yet…”

“What are you? Eager to collect them like stamps?”

“More like gym badges” you smile. 

“Gym badges?” He raises an eyebrow. “Whatever you’re talking about?”

“Oh you—You don't know what Pokémon is?” you blink, confused. He seemed old enough to know, unless he was younger? Or older?! 

“How old are you?” You dare to ask.

“How old do I look?” He responds, intrigued. Naoya always liked to appear more than he was, gave him a false sense of authority, like he was more likely to be taken seriously. 

But on this occasion, it could only be counterproductive.

“25?”

“Huh??? I'm not that old! Your eyes are messed up.”

“Then how old are you?!”

“14.”

“Really? You don't… look 14. At all!”

“Why? I don't have wrinkles.” Naoya frowns, as if that were the sole reason someone could look older.

“Well, because you have piercings and dyed hair!” You explain. “Did your parents really allow you to do that?” 

“Parent. It's just my father, and I don't care what he thinks, I can do whatever I want. Let me guess, you still ask daddy for permission, don’t you?” He scoffs. “I shouldn't be surprised, you're just a woman. It's kind of expected.”

His words hurt, naturally. But it's not the first time you've heard them from someone like him, of a traditional approach, so they didn’t… irk you as much.

Rather, what wounded you the most was the unwilling reminder of your absent mother, still fresh in your heart, it was only natural that it’d bled at the slightest provocation. “Well, I don't have anyone else to look to anymore” you confess. “It's just me, my siblings, and my dad now.”

Naoya is the kind of person to spew words and not care about repercussions. Throw a stone and hide his hand, while enjoying the havoc it unleashed.

But when he sees your dimmed eyes, the subtle frown of your lips, and overall absent enthusiasm, but most importantly, the realization it was him who caused such a reaction… for the first time in his life, grows regretful.

Whatever it was that he struck, he didn't mean to do so. Less end up hurting you.

“Ugh, I— I didn't mean it that way—”

It's too late for apologies though, or anything else really when your father eventually comes into the picture; like a desperate man finding water in the middle of the desert, he calls out for you.

“There you are, I told you to not stray too far from your sister, pumpkin!”

“Dad!” You cry, cheeks burning red at the use of his pet name. No matter the age, he'll still continue to use them. Could he at least not do it in front of others…? Guess not. “I didn't stray… she left me on my own!”

“Did she, now?” He asks in disbelief, just what could've possibly inspired her to be so irresponsible? “...it was a cat, wasn't it?”

You nod.

“But I wasn't alone, dad. I actually met the heir of the Zen'in, can you believe that?” You proudly exclaim, a revelation that makes your father pale, eyes wide as he ardently searches for the so-called successor, quietly hoping he wasn’t around anymore.

Unfortunately, things wouldn’t proceed as he wanted, yet again.

It is almost comical the way his facade drops, switching from an exasperated father to a protective one, quick to put himself between you and Naoya and boldly declare the only thing that crosses his mind whenever seeing those of his kind.

“Get away from my daughter.” He states, so uncharacteristically dark, you can't help but gasp in disbelief. 

“Dad! He was just—he didn't do anything!”

“If I ever see you near her again, I will not care if you're Naobito’s son—I’ll make you regret even considering leaving the house.”  

“Sir, I barely even know her—”

But he doesn’t fall for it. Even if he’s 14, still a child, there’s nothing to excuse the horrors he’s capable of committing. What he will do if given the chance.

And he'd be a damn fool to allow you near him knowing such dangers.

Thus, before you could even bid your farewells past a breathy goodbye Nao—, your father takes hold of your hand and plucks you away, leaving a distraught Naoya that considers your whole existence to be plagued with drama, too much trouble for him to even bother getting involved…

And yet, he can't keep you out of his mind. Not through the following summer, or autumn. Not even winter.

Instead, he'd spend his time trying to find out more of your family; allegedly under the pretense of investigating where your father got the audacity to treat him that way, and how he could get his revenge—either through him or your brother and sister.

He may have fooled everyone else, but not him. And when he found out that your siblings were also enrolled in Jujutsu High, his mind took him to the only logical assumption and course of action.

“Father, I'll be enrolling in Jujutsu High this year, Tokyo.”

“Jujutsu High? Ah, so now we have to deal with the Gojo's impertinence too?” Naobito scoffs, but agrees either way if it meant some peace and quiet around the estate for once, even if his youngest’s decision appears to be done with the sole purpose of irking the elders, as he usually did; go against their wishes just because.

In reality, he was going against your father's.

naoya appropiately thinks of you as cute, or pretty. wow, is it possible? yes if i make it so lmao also as you can see i am a sucker for falling in love at first sight. something about fate is just 🥹 hope it was to y'all's enjoyment!!

[misfitgirlwrites]

Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React?

I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'm not biased, I'M NOT--

It's time for my fictional love and life and all I hold dear in my daydreams. Bitches, bros, nonbinary hoes, and genderfluid fucks, I present to you the Big Dick in Charge

I may reference works that I've read and when I do I'll drop their @ and link to their story it is law that you read it if you read mine, I don't make the rules

CW: none, slightly angsty but nothing too intense!

Alright, doves, this is post-season one. Lucifer now resides in the hotel with everyone and is slowly adjusting to being graced with Alejandro's Alastor's presence every day.

Let's be honest, our baby pays attention but puts in minimal effort. Saying that the days went by in a blur would be an understatement. Even conversations would be forgotten after a few short moments. On to the next task. Full focus on this thing. Once that's done? Well onto the next task! No tasks? Free time to spend with Charlie!

Things would start slow, and to really interact, you'd most likely start to approach him first. Maybe you've spent long enough watching the blond anxiously bounce around the hotel and graciously give himself a bit too much for even the Big Boss of Hell.

A timid approach from you, offering to help with whatever he's currently doing. Maybe you make snacks for everyone in the hotel and hand him his personally :)

And so it begins! A greeting here, a greeting there, slightly awkward conversations that slowly start to feel less forced with the little information you learn about each other along the way.

It's...nice! Refreshing! Lucifer would be more excited than anything and talking to you would become a part of his regular routine without much thought on the matter. You'd occasionally be on his mind just a little more, and he'd start to seek you out himself too.

I know you're already seeking him out. Bitch I'M seeking him out.

Helping with chores around the hotel quickly turns into simply enjoying the other's company.

One day you gift him his very own ceramic duck! You could have paid for it from somewhere or made it yourself.

Either way, he'd fucking LOVE it! Honestly, if you decide to try your hand at making it, he'd love it even more with all the rough edges and little bumps (it was made out of love for my babies who never touched clay in their lives)

In response, please expect many gifts in return. I like to think it's been a while since he's gotten a genuine gift like this

(Bonus headcanon: Charlie will see this and will come to you the next day with a list of things she wants to gift him and you two are unofficially officially the Buy Lucifer Anything Duck-Themed duo)

Lucifer loves how you react when he gifts you your very own rubber duck. Your smile and happiness always seemed contagious to him. It only led to him making/getting you more things.

You will have a rubber duck collection by the end of this, but what can you really say? Each one of them is based on something you mentioned before. A movie character, a book character, a cartoon character, even friends or family members if they were mentioned. The gesture is way too sweet for you to turn down, even if it is the 30th duck you've received.

Now prepare for what I like to call the "get along t-shirt" phase but both parties are willing LMAO.

Lucifer will be by your side as long as you'll accept the company and if you're reading this and we brain the same, that will be all the time.

I love the GenZ!Reader memes and fics. Someone show this man bacon pancakes and if it was already done, SHOW ME.

Between his relationship with Charlie and with you, Lucifer actually feels the need and wants to be a little more present bit by bit. He notices that he is spending less time in his head, but he continues on in fear of fucking it up if he thinks too hard about it.

So instead he'll 100% focus on the little familiarity of happiness, as small as those moments may be sometimes. This is EXACTLY why the thought of him potentially feeling romantic interest again goes right over his head.

Who notices first, you ask? Charlie, of course. You slowly but surely became one of his main topics in conversation, it wasn't hard for her to pick up on it and ask.

Baby boy would straight up deny it at first. Him?? Liking someone else??? LMAO, am I right? Of course, after he does this, he'll have the time to actually pay attention to his actions.

So then he'll notice how excited he is every morning knowing that you'll be the first face he sees. He'll notice how he managed to fit you into any task he had to do. When he'd get lunch for himself and Charlie he'd have the automatic thought of making something for you as well. Even when the day was over, he'd be thinking about spending the next day with you. To be frank, you were constantly on his mind. 

Once he notices it's a big mental "fuck". Nothing about you is wrong of course, it's him, or so he thinks.

Let's start with the elephant in the room, or shall I say the ring on his finger lmao

In Lucifer's mind, he's still married technically. Even thinking about it in a technical term was a new development and it made him feel absolutely horrible. Lilith left, sure, but who knows what happened? Regardless of how he felt, he didn't want to hurt her.

But at the same time what about him? Lucifer hasn't been happy in a long time and he's finally building that again, not just with Charlie, but with you as well. He didn't want to just cut you out, he didn't want to hurt you either.

Plus, did you even like him? How would he even approach you? If he wanted to, even after thinking about everything.

Who was he kidding, of course, he still wanted you!

@liveontelevision *drops to my knees and bows* they worded it extremely well here and if you're reading this but you haven't read this already or you clicked the link then clicked back here, go back and read it. I don't care how long it is. Do the thing then come back.

Welcome back. It was good, wasn't it? I know.

The only awkward period for you two is the week-long contemplation of everything (half him attempting not to do what he always does when stressed but by the time he realizes he already made like 30 ducks--)

He would clearly go out of his way to either try and talk to you or avoid you. Or a cute mixture of both where he makes a scene approaching you, realizes he's not ready yet, then makes a scene so he can disappear *finger guns*

A little crisis here, a few little rubber ducks there, and a looooonnnggg conversation with Charlie and Maggie Vaggie.

Those are the ingredients to a semi-stable Lucifer with enough bravado to talk to you normally again.

He'd apologize for the times he basically pulled a Houdini in your face and he'd explain himself fully, all while also confessing his love for you.

It's choppy, it's fast-paced in some areas, and the poor blond was ready to disappear at any given moment, but that's what made it so real for you.

The weight that's lifted off of him couldn't be described, and neither could the joy that welled in him the moment he saw your beautiful smile and heard nothing but your acceptance and love.

What an emotional roller-coaster, am I right?

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[disneyvillainsdaily]

Mother Gothel's manipulation tactics are chilling when you take any time to analyze them. One of the biggest aspects of her manipulation is how, when she speaks to Rapunzel, she ONLY speaks in absolutes. Every single time they interact, Gothel only says either "yes, will, are," or "no, not, won’t, aren't" (most of the time it's the latter).

You can find this in practically every line of her song "Mother Knows Best." She is constantly drilling in the fact that she knows everything that Rapunzel doesn't, and that she's more trustworthy to Rapunzel than Rapunzel even is to herself. Gothel sings things like "something will go wrong, I swear," and "on your own you won’t survive." She repeats and repeats and repeats the idea to Rapunzel that she needs to fear ever going out: it's not that something might happen to her if she's not careful, it's that something will happen to her no matter what, and it will be bad. Not to mention one of the last lines: "Don't forget it. [You will] regret it." Yeah, not an average good-guy thing to say to your child.

But, besides her song, Gothel does still constantly speak in that "it is or it isn't" way. One absolutely wild line that you don't realize the full sinister-nature of until you think more on it is the one about Rapunzel's birthday.

Rapunzel mentions that Gothel didn't really react when she said it's a "pretty big day" tomorrow, so Rapunzel just tells her outright that tomorrow is her birthday. Gothel responds with, "No, no, no. Can't be. I distinctly remember. Your birthday was last year."

Gothel knows what a birthday is: that's the only way Rapunzel would know what a birthday is. Gothel would had to have explained what the day is, when it is for Rapunzel, and that it's a celebration of some kind, or Rapunzel would have no idea that it's even a thing. Maybe Gothel gave Rapunzel a small gift on her birthday when she was little just to seem nice, and then she had to explain what it was.

But now, Gothel just doesn't feel like keeping it up anymore. She doesn't really want to inconvenience herself in any way or take time out of a single day to do something for Rapunzel (because Rapunzel probably wants a gift or something).

So, Gothel attempts to gaslight Rapunzel on the spot. She says, "no" and "can't be." She explicitly denies Rapunzel's statement that tomorrow is her birthday. Even if Rapunzel can recall what a birthday is, Gothel is telling her that whatever she recalls is wrong.

She then says, "Your birthday was last year." It's an attempt to reframe what she might have told Rapunzel about how birthdays work. Gothel doesn't want to bother with Rapunzel's birthdays anymore, so now she's going to try to explain them in a different way - possibly explaining them as "not going to happen any more" for some reason, or something of the sort.

Unluckily for her, Rapunzel is getting a bit independent, and says back, "That's the thing about birthdays. They're kind of an annual thing." Gothel doesn't deny it any further because she realizes Rapunzel would be knowledgeable enough to bring up how she has explained birthdays in the past. She simply gives in for now and doesn't mention that "birthday was last year" thing a single time after, basically treating it like she never even said it. She probably would've tried something again on a future date, or tried to make birthdays seem like less of a big deal next time so that she wouldn't have to do anything for Rapunzel down the line.

The point is, she is willing to state absolutely anything to Rapunzel so she can do what she wants. She speaks in a manner that makes everything she says the be-all-end-all of everything Rapunzel knows, and Gothel is willing to pull the rug out from under whatever Rapunzel may believe if it is of any inconvenience.

[Rapunzel and] Mother Gothel - Tangled (2010)

[finemeal]

I’ve been seeing a lot of: what would the batfam do for Bruce on Mother’s Day? And I’m like: … nothing, he has Father’s Day? So here’s what I ACTUALLY think what some of the batfam would be doing on Mother’s Day since most of them are without Mother’s (sad)

Alfred: We don’t know much, if anything, about Alfred’s mother. But, I can’t imagine Alfred not doing something to honor her. Whether that's cooking dishes she taught him, enjoying an activity they used to do together, or simply him sitting in silence as he reflects on fond memories they had together. Maybe he'll even tell anyone who's willing to listen stories about her.

Bruce: I imagine Bruce is visiting his mother’s grave on Mother’s Day. From my research, some Jewish people place small stones on the gravestone to mark their presence, so I imagine he’d spend countless hours before the day finding the perfect stone to place. After he leaves the grave, he’d spend time doing things he used to do with her, or get things for her that he wished he could now. Maybe he’d spend time at the Elderly home with mother’s whose kids can’t/don’t visit to make sure they get to enjoy Mother’s Day as well.

Dick: I can see Dick going to a circus, or Haly's Circus, on Mother's Day to celebrate his mom. I imagine on the day his parents died, he goes to their graves, but on Mother's Day he does what they used to do on Mother's Day which is: enjoy the circus. If he's able, maybe he even performs at Haly's Circus in her honor. Spending time somewhere he used to spend with his mom is something I can see him doing. I can even see him buying flower's and gifting them to either some stranger at the circus to brighten the mom's day up, or to one of the mom's who works at Haly's Circus. And if he's at Haly's Circus, I can see him talking to people and swapping stories about his mother, surrounded by people who loved her and misses her.

Barbara: When it comes to what Barbara would do on Mother's Day, it's actually really complicated. In some continuities she's dead, in other's she's alive but moved away. If she died, I imagine Barbara would spend Mother's Day with her family as they do things to honor Barb's mom's memory. Most likely, doing things they used to do with her mom on Mother's Day. If she's alive? Well then shit dude, Barbara's spending Mother's Day with her mom and doing whatever she wants. I don't know how close they are canonically, but I can see Barbara at the very least getting a meal with her mom or sending her gifts to celebrate Mother's Day.

Jason: Jason had, and lost, two mom's: the mom who raised him and the mom who birthed him. I imagine that he used to celebrate Mother's Day differently by spending the day mourning. But now-a-days he spends it in Crime Alley either taking care of mother's (no matter how old/young), and/or spending time with kids who, like him, lost their mom. I imagine he does this to honor both of his mom's who he lost, unable to celebrate with them but able to celebrate their memory with other people. He likely, like Alfred, would even tell anyone who asked about his moms and memories he had with them (though some are worse than others).

Tim: No matter how you feel about how Janet Drake did as a mother, Tim CANONICALLY was distraught over her death and mourned her. I think the Mother's Days that happened when his dad was still alive was doing things they used to do with her. After his dad died, I think Tim at first didn't want to celebrate it, but over time either goes somewhere with Bernard to distract themselves or they do what Tim and his dad used to do.

Stephanie: We actually see a lot more of Crystal Brown in comics than gets talked about in fandom, likely because her appearances dwindled when New 52 happened. But, as far as I can tell, Stephanie and her mom had a (mostly) good relationship. I think for Mother's Day, Stephanie would be spending the day with her mom. Going out to eat, doing whatever her mom wanted to do, and just spending good quality time together.

Cass: Now, obviously, Cass's relationship with her mother is ... complicated to say the least. I can see scenarios where maybe one Mother's Day they do sorta spend time together, but in a very toxic way most likely. Most Mother's Days, I can see Cass either taking the day to herself or tagging along with someone for their Mother's Day activities.

Damian: Damian's mother is VERY much alive and he VERY MUCH loves his mom. Damian spends Mother's Day with Talia al Ghul if she is available, if she's not then he tags along with Bruce and learns more about his grandmother. But, Damian very likely prefers spending time with his mom on Mother's Day and doing some bonding with her (as much as he can, really).

Duke: Duke's mom is not dead, she's even actually been cured of the Joker Venom! Duke is spending Mother's Day with his mom, doing what she wants and soaking up all the time he gets to spend with her (especially since, at one point, she was practically lost to him). They get good mother-son bonding time and he 100% gets her her favorite flowers and chocolate and writes a card that makes her cry.

[d1xonss]

Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?

Pretty When I Cry

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 1

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Angst/Fluff

✧ Word Count : 4k

AN ~ This is a very cute idea. I've been wanting to write something for season 1 Daryl because he's just such a cutie pie, but I didn't really have any good ideas. Though I think if he were to ever snap and "be mean" it would surely be in the beginning; his sassy era lol. But thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

In an instant it seemed like, all of humanity was completely flipped upside down. You were on your way to work when the chaos all erupted, dead people coming back to life and the military taking matters into their own hands. Bombing places left and right even if that meant killing the ones who weren’t infected. The entire thing shook you more than you were ever willing to admit, after all, you were more fragile, soft and clearly not built for whatever the world was suddenly turning into.

But to your surprise, you made it out alive. Traumatized, sure, but alive.

You seemed to count your blessings every single day since then, thankful for every little thing that had happened to you since. Luck seemed to shine down upon you as you weren’t alone for long, finding a small group camped out in the high mountains merely days after everything went down. They all welcomed you with open arms, clearly taking a liking to your kindness and wanting as many people to come together as they could get. After all, it’s all that was left of the world. People you could rely on.

You grew to love the tight knit group, forming friendships with people you never would’ve guessed you’d meet in a million years. You also tried to keep yourself busy, wanting to be as useful as possible and provide what you could for the others. Not because you felt obligated to, but because you simply wanted to. Things like cooking, collecting berries and mushrooms, doing laundry, anything you could find to help contribute. 

Something you seemed to be ashamed of however, was that you couldn’t really do any of the “heavy lifting.” You had never fired a gun in your life, that alone narrowed down the list. Not being able to stay on watch, not being able to hunt, and…not being able to take care of the dead things that sometimes wandered all the way up here. At first, the thought of you being weaker than the others never even crossed your mind. It was only brought to your attention when a certain man began to poke fun at you because of how small he saw you.

Merle Dixon was a grade A asshole to put it bluntly. Ever since he and his brother showed up to be a part of the group later on, he had made it his mission to annoy and harass you whenever he saw the opportunity. You couldn’t figure out why you were his main target, his main source of entertainment, but you could only guess it was because he always got under your skin in a way he was able to see. That, and he tended to make you cry. He even gave you a nickname because of it after a while, one that you absolutely hated. And he knew it too.

Although Merle was someone you couldn’t stand, his brother Daryl however was…different. He could still be snappy and hot headed just like the other one you supposed, but he had never acted that way towards you surprisingly. His main target was Shane, and honestly, who could blame him? There were many times where the man would take things too far and Daryl would put him in his place, unaware of the watchful wide eyes that watched the interaction. He never seemed to care, wanting to tell everyone how it was without a single ounce of regret. You sort of envied him for that small little thing.

You had never stood up to anyone in your life, always too scared of the outcome and you hated being yelled at more than anything in the world. So it was safe to say you avoided confrontation at all costs. Clearly, as you hadn’t found the strength to stand up to Merle since he got here. But though neither of the brothers particularly cared for you, you were still kind to them just like you were to everyone else. You didn’t miss how the others in the group would almost look down on them in a way you couldn’t understand, so you wanted to be the one who provided just that little bit of kindness. It really went a long way, or at least that’s what you believed.

Though you had to admit, it was a little difficult sometimes. There were moments where you just wanted to yell in frustration, curse at Merle for how he always treated you and how Daryl typically sat there and did nothing. But you always managed to cool off, reminding yourself that they most likely acted like this because of something from their past. Something they couldn’t control. Who were you to treat them differently because of that? It was hard to stay strong at times, but in the end, you always seemed to send them a small smile.

You currently busied yourself on just the outskirts of the camp past the trees, finding and picking a few berries to bring back seeing as the group was running a bit low. And every bit of food counted these days. Your gaze stayed down as you chose the ripest ones, placing them in the little woven basket you brought to gather as many as you could for the time being. Though upon your hunt for different kinds of plant based things you could eat, your eyes happened to catch a mere glimpse of something colorful a few feet away.

To your surprise, it was a small patch of wildflowers growing together, each a different beautiful color and only a reminder to you that the world wasn’t completely dead. There were still many beautiful aspects along the way, even though a bit of hope may be lost, it was little things like this that brought a smile to your face. So you decided to wrap it up, bring back the things you’d collected along with picking one of the small flowers, putting it behind your ear for now to take back and put in your tent with the rest of your things. You had the idea of pressing it into one of the pages of a journal you kept.

You then found yourself slowly trailing back towards the site, almost dreadfully as you could predict what was coming next. You could practically hear it in the back of your mind like it was burned into your memory. Merle’s phantom voice echoed in your mind, knowing he would most likely call out to you the moment he noticed your presence reenter the space. But again, you reminded yourself to just try and be kind. It was the one thing you were best at.

Slowly but surely you made it past the treeline, and only about eight seconds passed before you heard a loud wolf whistle from your left along with the same booming laugh. Like he amused himself or something.

“There she is!” he called from the space in his and Daryl’s separate camp away from the others, “It’s weeping willow.” he smiled widely in hopes to get a reaction out of you.

You sighed as you sent him a small smile, “Still not my name Merle.” you reminded as you just tried to walk past him.

But it wasn’t that easy. It was never that easy. He easily stepped in front of you to block your path, the smirk still plastered on his face. “Close enough.” he waved off, “Besides, I wanna see what you so kindly brought back for me.” he said before quickly snatching your basket out of your hands.

Your eyes slightly widened as you tried to grab it back, but he pulled it away faster. “Merle.” you huffed as you attempted to reach for it again, but he only moved it away quicker. Every move you made, he would make as well, purposefully keeping it from you as he started to walk backwards for you to follow.

Like dangling a damn carrot in front of your face.

Your frustration grew as you continued to follow and reach for it as he laughed, watching your attempts and fails. You could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up in embarrassment now, sensing Daryl’s eyes watching the interaction as he made a few bolts by the small fire they had set up. He sat there still, doing nothing as per usual as he watched the interaction unfold right in front of him.

“Merle, please. It’s for the group.” you tried as you reached for it again.

But he pulled it out of your reach as you stood face to face, “Well, I’m a part of that group ain’t I? I think I deserve this just as much as the next bastard. Unless of course you have a different opinion bout that…” he trailed off as his smirk grew.

You sighed, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. It’s for everyone.” you clarified kindly.

The man only laughed at you, and you quickly began to feel the familiar lump forming in your throat, trying desperately to swallow it down and not let your emotions escape. It was obvious you were sensitive, but also having to fight the same fight over and over again, it got old quicker than you would admit. You could hardly stand these interactions anymore without at least tearing up a little at his teasing and taunting.

Finally after having enough, you reached out quickly and managed to snatch the basket back from him in one quick motion, placing it on your arm as your brows furrowed a little in frustration. Merle’s eyes widened a bit at the fast unexpected action, before he started smirking all over again once he caught the expression on your face.

“Oooh look at that. I almost got ya to snap.” he poked as he swayed a little clumsily on his feet, most likely a little drunk or high would be your best guess.

Sighing to yourself again to calm down, you shook your head as you knew of his only goal, “I’m not snapping.” you stated calmly.

Though he clearly didn’t believe you, wanting to push you even more. His eyes traveled away from your eyes as he grinned wickedly, pointing to your ear. “What’s this lil thing?” he asked. Your eyes widened a little, but before you could even react, he quickly snatched it away all while pulling your hair a little in the process. 

Your hand reached again, “Merle, come on, please.” you spoke desperately as you moved to keep up with him, before your frame accidentally stepped a little too far to the left.

In a fit of embarrassment and clumsiness, your foot accidentally knocked over a bucket that was sitting a little too close to the fire. The only problem was, Daryl’s freshly made bolts were sitting in there, now being engulfed in the flames. Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly scrambled back, watching Daryl instantly stand to his feet in an attempt to save what wasn’t ruined. But it was too late.

“Son of a bitch!” he cursed loudly as he bent down to pick up the bucket.

One of your hands came up to your mouth as you couldn’t believe what you had just done, freezing in place as you now didn’t know what to do. You knew you were in deep shit already, but when Merle suddenly paused just as you did, you knew you were royally fucked as the two of you just watched Daryl stare down at the fire motionlessly.

Eventually you found your voice, stepping forward a little to reach out to him, “Oh my God, Daryl I’m so sorry-”

But your words clearly didn’t mean a thing. He slapped your hand harshly away from him as his head snapped up to look at you, a fire of his own growing in his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with ya?!” he screamed.

You instantly flinched back at his sharp tone, the lump once again forming in your throat as you desperately tried to keep yourself together, “It was an accident-”

“Do ya even know how long it took me ta make those?” he asked angrily, not even bothering to wait for an answer. “Nah…course ya don’t. Cause you don’t do anything around here! Always just sittin in yer own little fairytale, smilin without a goddamn care in the world, when in reality you just fuckin ruin everything!”

His words cut through you like a knife. But not one that was sharp. One that was dull, just sawing back and forth relentlessly and hurting you even more than you could’ve ever imagined. Your eyes quickly filled with tears, not even knowing what to say as he was clearly about to blow up even more with how angry he grew. 

He scoffed once he saw how speechless you became, “Just get the hell outta here.” he spat harshly as he got up closer to your face, aggressively pointing off into the trees.

Tears began to pour down your cheeks at the last of his words, not even wasting another second as you dropped the basket from your arms before taking off in the other direction in a flash. Your chest heaved as you moved quickly through the trees, not being able to get alone fast enough so you could finally let everything out. You almost couldn’t believe the things that just happened, how everything got so messed up after you swore you were making progress with the two of them. But you weren’t. And perhaps you never would, that being something you would just have to accept.

Though finally after feeling like you walked quickly for miles, you came to the clearing of the large quarry, slumping down near the water before you began to sob all by yourself. You let everything out, every built up emotion poured out of you like a rush of water. You could’ve sworn you cried so much that you could fill a quarry of your own, knowing that those emotions were really the only thing you were good at. Crying could be an olympic sport, and you would win first everytime given the chance. 

But that thought only got you thinking more, making you stew over Daryl’s words. Maybe he was right. Anyone could say that it was the heat of the moment, his anger, insults just spilling out of his mouth that were simply not true. But in a way, you knew how true they were. You had to admit that you did feel useless as you hugged your knees to your chest, covering your face as you sobbed even more. You didn’t have useful skills like some of the others, not being able to prove yourself as you truly were weak when it came to a world like this. All you ever wanted to do was be kind, provide for the people you cared about most. But your outlook got ruined in an instant, quickly replaced with a new one that you would surely think about forever.

It was funny, you thought. You once heard Merle’s faint voice playing in your mind repeatedly, but now…you only heard Daryl’s. His insults, his harshness, it was something you never would’ve guessed or expected from him. But now you knew that you had just ruined everything, when all you wanted was to help.

You didn’t know how much time you spent alone, crying off and on to yourself the more you allowed your mind to run, but you could only assume it was a fairly long time. The sun was beginning to set in the sky, the little bit of light that was left shone over the water in front of you, making it sparkle as your tears continued to blur the scenery. You sniffled as you wiped your cheeks over and over again, wanting to pull yourself together enough to be able to show your face again back at camp. But the embarrassment was still weighing heavily, almost a crushing pressure.

But then all your attention was pulled to a shuffling noise coming from behind you, causing you to whip your head around in a panic to see where it came from. Though the sight was more surprising than you could’ve ever prepared yourself for. Daryl slowly emerged from the trees with a hesitant look on his face, and your eyes widened as you quickly turned your head back in the opposite direction. You didn’t want to look at him. You couldn’t even bring yourself to understand why he had come out here. He had already done enough, he made his point crystal clear. You were just silently hoping he didn’t come out here to yell at you again.

Daryl on the other hand felt an immense amount of guilt. His chest tightened a little as he caught barely a glimpse of your red, puffy eyes and your tear stained cheeks, knowing he was the cause of it. He couldn’t describe how it made him feel, but all he knew was he was wishing he could take it all back if it meant not having to see you cry. His brother already caused you to break down enough, he didn’t want to be the cause of that too. And yet, he was.

The man slowly walked up to where you sat near the blue water, the rocks crunching beneath his boots louder and louder as he approached. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you just prayed he would go away, not wanting to interact with him after everything. But Daryl was stubborn, and he didn’t want you out here all night just because you were nervous to come back.

“Dinner’s almost ready.” he said a bit awkwardly, stopping just a few feet away from you. You heard him loud and clear, but you said nothing, not really in the mood to eat. Facing the group after they surely heard the scene that went down, it all sounded like a nightmare.

Daryl sighed heavily as you didn’t respond, you didn’t even look in his direction. Acting as if he wasn’t here at all. “Hey.” he called.

“...Why do you hate me?” you whispered, still not facing him as you spoke.

He almost questioned what you had said, but then it seemed to hit him all at once just how badly he had fucked up with all this. The one girl that showed him a kindness he had never seen, now thought he wanted nothing to do with her from the projected words he spat at her.

He let out a soft breath as he closed his eyes momentarily, stepping up a little closer, “I- I don’t…I don’t hate you.” he said quietly.

You didn’t react, so he managed to push himself a little further than what he was comfortable with. He moved to slowly sit down beside you, keeping some distance, yet he wanted you to know he was there. That he meant it. “I don’t hate you.” he said again.

“You act like it.” you were quick to say as you turned your head to look him in the eye, “I…I don’t even know what I did…” you said, your voice quiet and broken.

The man stared at you for a long moment, before slowly shaking his head, “Ya didn’t do nothin…it’s…it’s hard to explain. But I guess I never really understood…why yer so nice. Thought maybe ya just wanted somethin from me…I dunno.”

You shook your head a little in disbelief, “I’m nice because I care…that’s it.” you assured as you didn’t want him to think otherwise. But you supposed hearing his reasoning out loud made a little more sense, seeing as how you truly were the only one nice enough to show your kindness to the brothers. He was skeptical because no one had done that for them before, the thought nearly broke your heart.

A long moment of silence passed between the two of you, before you were the one to break it, “Listen…I’m so sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to ruin what you worked so hard on, it was an accident.”

Though Daryl quickly shook his head, “Nah, don’t be. If anythin, I should be apologizin for what I said. I…I didn’t mean none of it…”

You stared at him with a soft expression, “But you were right…everything you said-”

“Everything I said was bullshit.” he said bluntly, looking at you with a seriousness in his eyes, “I say a lotta stupid shit I don’t mean when m’ angry, and this ain’t no different, ya hear me?”

“But it’s true.” you argued gently before looking back out into the water, “I don’t know how to help out…how to survive in a world like this. I always try to do what I can, but it’s never enough.”

Daryl paused as he saw the sadness behind your eyes, a sudden feeling overtaking him as he wanted to say or do something that would get you to smile again. “Hey, that ain’t true. Ya go out and scavenge, ya help cook the food that’s brought back…ya even helped stitch Glenn up when the dumbass hurt himself.”

His words caused a small laugh to escape your lips as you looked back over to him, “Well I knew he would somehow mess it up even more if he did it himself…I didn’t have a choice with that one.”

“Nah…ya did.” he said seriously, “Ya always have a choice, and I see ya puttin others before yerself all the time. That’s somethin ya should give yerself credit for.”

Your eyes softened the longer you looked at him, a small smile forming on your face just seeing how much he cared. Even if he wasn’t willing to admit it out loud just yet. “Thank you.” you said quietly.

Daryl felt his face grow a little hot as he ducked his head, clearing his throat a little awkwardly, “Yeah, no problem…” he muttered before it looked like he suddenly remembered something. “Oh, and uh…I brought ya this.” he said before revealing the hand that sat behind his back.

You looked down to see it was the same small flower that Merle took from you, sitting in the palm of his hand as he held it out to you. Your eyes widened a little as your small fingers delicately took it from his grasp. “You got it back?” 

“Uh, no that one was all smushed by the end of…everythin. So I went and got ya a new one…hope that’s okay.” he explained a bit quietly.

Your smile grew as your eyes lit up at the simple kind gesture, one you would have never expected from him. “It’s perfectly okay…thank you.” you said sincerely, raising it up to place it behind your ear.

He nodded a bit awkwardly as he watched you for a moment, chewing the inside of his lip. “Alright, well come on.” he muttered as he stood back up to his feet, “Best be gettin back.” he spoke, hesitantly extending a hand out to help you up.

His actions surprised you a bit, but that didn’t stop you from taking his hand, letting him help you stand before the two of you slowly headed back through the woods. You half expected complete silence as you walked side by side with him, but he managed to keep a conversation with you as if he suddenly enjoyed your company. Though maybe he always did, he was just cautious as he didn’t always trust people as easily as you did. But you were growing more hopeful as he slowly came around, finding you had to be patient to see how much of a gentle person he really was.

From that day on, you and Daryl had slowly gotten more comfortable with each other. You wouldn’t really call it a friendship per se, but it was something the two of you very clearly cherished. But that wasn’t the only thing that seemed to change.

Merle’s attitude toward you seemed to have completely flipped from what you had grown accustomed to. He rarely ever spoke to you again after that day, and if he did it was always something short and simple, not an insult in sight. Though you were a little surprised, a part of you had a feeling who changed his mind about you.

~ Thanks for reading!