#❀ ･゜��･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･* ❀ ･゜ﾟ･*

[v1rginsu1cidal]

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜

[giraisol]

｡.:*･ﾟ ゜･* *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡. ❀ .｡.:*･ﾟ ゜･* *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡

or maybe i was just a girl, interrupted

[soft-rains]

♡⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ⌒*:ﾟ♡

♥･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♡･*:.｡ ｡.:*･ﾟ♥

✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

｡.｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡.｡:+*ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡.｡:+*ﾟ

*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*  ੈ✩‧₊˚*

・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・。・・。・。・・

*☆*ﾟ♪*☆*ﾟ♪*☆*ﾟ♪*☆*♪*☆*ﾟ♪*☆*ﾟ♪*☆*ﾟ♪

.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.:*♪:･’.:♪*:･’ﾟ♭.:*･♪’ﾟ｡.*#:･’ﾟ.

♡、。·:*:·゜`♥*。·:*:·゜`♡、。·:*:·゜`♥*。·:*:·゜`

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

୨୧‥∵‥‥∵‥‥∵‥‥∵‥‥∵‥‥∵‥୨୧

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*

`ᘞ✿❀ᘡˊ°`ᘞ❀✿ᘡˊ°`ᘞ✿❀ᘡˊ°`ᘞ❀✿ᘡˊ°`ᘞ✿❀ᘡˊ°`ᘞ❀✿ᘡˊ°`ᘞ✿❀ᘡˊ°

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✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧ ‧˚₊ ❆ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ .:*·゜♡゜・*:.ღ

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

♡、。・:*:·゜`♥*。·:*:·゜`♡、。・:*:·゜`♥*。·:*:·゜`

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·

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⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*

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*:..。♡*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ·*:..。♡*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ·*:..。♡*ﾟ¨ﾟ·*:..。♡*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ·*:..。♡*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ·

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☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆

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[princessantisocial]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡.｡.:*･゜☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ﾟ･*

[lachatalovematcha]

｡:°ஐ*｡:°ʚ🌈ɞ*｡:°ஐ*｡:°ஐ*｡:°ʚ🌈ɞ*｡:°ஐ* ◕‿◕✿ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆

╔════ೋ ｡⑅୨୧┈┈┈┈୨୧⑅｡ೋ════╗

🌸˗ˏˋ大漁だ！　大漁だ！ ˊˎ˗🌸

╚════ೋ ｡⑅୨୧┈┈┈┈୨୧⑅｡ೋ════╝

•*¨*•.¸¸♬•*¨*•.¸¸♪ 🎀⭐️(*ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡🌈🍓•*¨*•.¸¸♬•*¨*•.¸¸♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬•*¨*•.¸¸♪ 🎀⭐️(*ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡🌈🍓•*¨*•.¸¸♬•*¨*•.¸¸♪୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ｡:°ஐ*｡:°ʚ🌈ɞ*｡:°ஐ*｡:°ஐ*｡:°ʚ🌈ɞ*｡:°ஐ* ◕‿◕✿ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ☆ ˚˳⊹ ଘ 💕 ଓ ˖˚⊹˚˳⊹ ଘ 💕 ଓ ˖˚⊹˚˳⊹ ଘ 💕 ଓ ˖˚⊹ 🍓 ֗ ִ ۫ 🌙ˑ ᳝ ࣪ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝🎀 ࣪⠀. ｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡🎒★∻∹⋰⋰🌰(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)🐾🎀°☆.。.:*・°☆(*´ㅈ｀*)♡°☆.。.:*・°☆🎨🎒

･｡ﾟ🍭.*･♡︎·˚ ഒ*｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🍭.*･♡︎·˚ ഒ*｡ﾟ･｡ﾟ🍭.*･♡︎·˚ ഒ*｡ﾟ 🍮 ＼(★^∀^★)／🌸♪ 🌭🎀⃨⃟⃨⃨⃨Yappa UCHI no aniki wa saikou!🌭🎀⃨⃟⃨⃨⃨ヾ(＠゜▽゜＠）ノ あはは～ ౨ৎ ✦ ⊹。°˖➴🥣🎀⊹。°˖➴ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★꒰ . . . ꒰ ♡ : 🥦🍚 ֗ ִ ۫ 🌙ˑ ᳝ ࣪ 𓄹 ⊹ ᳝🪐 ࣪⠀. いつでも エイヤサ！　ヨイヤサ！ 🧃 🍭 * ✧ ˚ · 🐛 * ✧ ˚ · 🌈 * ✧ ˚ · ❄ * ✧ ˚ · 💝ʕ✩..•( ᴥ )•..ʔ ⌒ *･゜ﾟ･* ⊹˖🌺(*´ω｀)o｡ﾟ:.･+EIYAA EIYAA YOIYAA YOIYAA saa♡⁠˖ ⑅⁠꒱ · 🌴🌊 ⁠🥥♡⑅*ॱ˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖ॱ*⑅♡♡⑅*ॱ˖•. 🐠·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙.•🍋˖ॱ*⑅♡♡⑅*ॱ˖•.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙🌺🌈*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙.•˖ॱ*⑅♡🦜 ✧･ﾟ: 🍦🎨*✧･ﾟ:*🥞📗 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: 🎀🍓*✧･ﾟ:* *🐇🩰:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ˖ ∞ ₒ ˚ 🌈🍓° 𐐒 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ .・゜-:🧃🎀 ∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒 ｡･:*:🍞🐝･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ .・゜-: *·˚ 🌺🍀⋆·˚ ༘ * ・❥・ ೃ⁀➷🌻🌼 -‘๑’- ✧.* ੈ✩‧₊˚🌹🌷˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ₊ ✧*: 🌈°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥🍎🎂

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_Π______*˚☆* ˚ ˛★˛•˚

*/______/ ~⧹。˚˚ ˚ ˛•˛•˚

｜ 田田 ｜門｜ ˚* ♡ ࿐ ⁀➷♡ ࿐ ⁀➷♡ ࿐ ⁀➷ 🥞🥞🥞

˚ ꒰｡˚༷￫🍰🍎🎐🎀｡˚༷￫꒱ ◞ ₊˚.༄₊˚.༄₊˚.༄🧊🧊🧊 🧇🍓｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::🌰･ﾟ☆ ｡･:🐛:･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･:🍰:｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･:🦋:･ﾟ☆ ｡🧁･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･::🌈｡･::･ﾟ🧇🍓｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::🌰･ﾟ☆ ｡･:🐛:･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･:🍰:｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･:🦋:･ﾟ☆ ｡🧁･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ ｡･::🌈｡･::･ﾟ

[hoontori]

*･゜ﾟ･*: ❀*･゜ﾟ･*: *･゜ﾟ･*: ❀*･゜ﾟ･*: *･゜ﾟ･*:❀*･゜

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ Three reasons to love him

*･゜A/N: This has been seating on my drafts for some time now and maybe it's just me being me, but I don't like how this turned out. But if I don't post this now then I'II probably never will tbh. Enjoy! @sweetbydarkness

"I don't understand how you can love someone like that," Epel said, leaning over the bed and pretending to vomit on the impeccably clean floor of his room. The topic of dating always reminded him of your poor taste in men, in his own words.

The boy tried to make a grimace, but the black mask that Vil had applied to his face a few minutes ago prevented him from expressing what he felt. He resorted to waving his hands frantically to release the contained anger within his small body. "This mask bothers my face, and he forces me to do this every day. It's ridiculous, he's ridiculous, and you're ridiculous too. Everyone is ridiculous!"

You pretended to be offended, rolled your eyes, and pushed him away with your foot. But Epel was used to dodging Rook's cunning attacks and dodged at the last second to the other side of the bed, smiling like a true idiot once he was out of your reach.

"Oh, the great wisdom of humanity, if you had kept your mouth shut during the selection, Vil would never have looked in your direction and decided to 'torture' you, abominable cave creature," you reminded him with a laugh.

The boy pretended not to hear you as he scrolled through posts on Magicam carelessly, holding back from scratching his own face and ruining the mask Vil had applied to him. There was no way he would go through that torture twice in the same night.

Finally, he looked up at you again, letting out a tedious sigh, wondering how you could love someone as strict as Schoenheit.

Epel couldn't even remember how it happened. All he knew was that he woke up one day and realized a special sparkle existed in your eyes and a smile on your lips every time the blond was nearby or when you heard his voice, or when someone mentioned his name. Love was a beautiful feeling, as his grandmother had told him so many times, and yet, he rolled his eyes trying to find a single good quality for someone to love his dorm leader.

In his perspective, his dorm leader was just a cruel tyrant. Schoenheit was always talking about beauty and effort, but Epel didn't care about any of that. The boy had more important concerns in mind.

Anyway, he hoped that you two would start dating soon so that he would have more free time to jump in mud puddles and challenge Savanaclaw students to a fight — or that's what he liked to think, as he preferred to forget that Rook would keep an eye on him.

"Aren't you going to confess?" He suddenly asked.

And you felt the wave of shame rise on your face as you remembered all the plans you had created and shared with him, seeking a second opinion. One idea was more cliché than the other, and after a while pondering more ideas, you convinced yourself that it was better to simply express your feelings to him face to face. Nothing was better than a sincere confession, in your opinion. That's what you had decided, yet you hadn't mustered the courage to confess to him.

And how could you? He was almost a god, and that look in his beautiful eyes could intimidate anyone. Beautiful lilac eyes that made you smile every time he looked in your direction.

"Aren't you writing a letter? Did you give up on it?" He laughed bitterly. He endured hours of suffering and torture listening to the silly content you were writing. Epel felt a vein pulsating on his forehead at the fact that you had chickened out, and your expression didn't help at all.

"Well, I finally don't have to hear oh perfect Vil, oh gentle Vil again. For the love of the seven, I wanted to eat lava and die if you read those lines to me again!" He laughed loudly.

You looked at him and narrowed your eyes as if that would make him explode. In your mind, he was exploding into a thousand pieces, but you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes again.

Epel was even worse than you when he had a crush. He talked about his beloved for hours on end with a silly smile on his face, but he also didn't have much courage to confess, and when he tried, he started shouting and blushing.

"I could list a thousand reasons why Vil Schoenheit is perfect!" You confidently murmured aloud. A foolish smile once again spreading across your face as your friend looked disapproving.

He waved his hand as if to shoo away an annoying fly and laughed condescendingly, prolonging his laughter to irritate you a little more. "I doubt it!" Crossing his arms, Epel looked at you challengingly. "Tell me at least three reasons why you love him."

"What an outrage!" You naturally mimicked Sebek's way of speaking as you decisively looked back at your friend. "How dare you question Your Excellency in this way? But very well, I suppose I can entertain you for now, ungracious human. Feel grateful to be able to hear the qualities of my good lord."

Heat rose on your face as you let your mind wander through your memories and shared moments with Vil. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you imagined Vil's beautiful and intimidating eyes staring at you, a smug smile growing on his lips as he heard everything you would say about him.

And clearing your throat, you began to speak in an almost timid tone but gaining your usual confidence as you spoke.

"Well… You see, I love the fact that Vil is very diligent and responsible. He literally created a specific skincare routine for each student in his dorm, thinking about even those who have some type of condition or allergy. That takes dedication and a great attention to details, he takes good care of his underclassmen, you gotta give him that." You said, taking a few seconds to continue.

You thought about all the moments you witnessed someone running up to Vil to tell him about what they had achieved with the help and advice he offered, and how his eyes softened with genuine joy because of it. With Vil, it was always about the little things.

He was happy if someone had fixed their posture, spoken in public without stuttering, or tried his products even with a busy routine. And he always showed it.

Perfection begins with small steps, you remember him telling you one day, as he helped with your eyeliner.

"I understand it can be uncomfortable to be approached by him suddenly and have a bunch of products thrown into your arms while he says you need to change this or that, but it's his way of showing he cares, Epel." You laughed, recalling just hours ago when the lilac-haired boy sought refuge in your dorm.

And how later he was approached by a certain hunter and the queen barging into the Ramshackle and how he was dragged all the way through to Pomefiore. And you were brought along to keep Epel company during his routine. Your face heating again as you remembered Vil's soft fingers touching your face and the focused look on his face.

"Maybe you'll understand in a few years." Epel rolled his eyes at your remark. You were not that much older than him.

The boy wrinkled his nose, furrowed his brow, and looked away behind you as if he found the ceiling more interesting than the subject you were talking about. Epel decided to be a child and ignore you again, not that you cared.

"Well, if he didn't care about you or the other students, he wouldn't spend so much time working on things that could help all of you." You concluded, looking at your nails with interest instead of focusing on the sounds of Epel's disgusted reactions.

He leaned back, resting against his plush pillows, muttering something under his breath that you couldn't quite understand. More relaxed, he made a hand gesture for you to finish this torture soon.

"Two more reasons to go." He reminded you unintentionally.

You chuckled. "He's passionate about what he does." You let out an almost dreamy sigh. "Passionate about his work, either be his modeling or acting job, or making potions. Or doing anything really, even when doing the most mundane of the things he just has this focused look on his face that is so inspiring. And everytime I look at him I feel capable of doing many things, of exceeding everything I put my mind into. Do it makes sense?"

You paused, thinking about everything he had inspired you to do, even if he wasn't aware of it. Vil was a huge source of bright light shining endlessly, never allowing the darkness to get too close, he started to brighten your days every time he was around you and you were grateful to him for that.

You were grateful for every tip, for every smile and hug exchanged, for every joke and story shared, for him being there when you needed him. Maybe deep down he knew about your feelings too, preferring not to comment anything about it so as not to embarrass you since you weren't subtle about how you felt. And why should you? Love was a beautiful feeling, but so confusing and agitated.

It was love that you felt when you opened the windows and saw a pink sky announcing the beginning of another day, another day that you could see and hear him, his voice, his little humming, leaving extremely happy for whatever the day thrown your way. It was love you felt when you saw him acting, chills running down your back when a cold, calculating expression took over his face like a mask. If he had to be a villain, it must be a sin to be so beautiful acting like that.

"Earth to Yuu!" Epel's voice took you out of your thoughts, spread out on his bed and completely relaxed in his presence, he was playing something on his cell phone. "Last reason?"

You smiled. It was so obvious what the ultimate reason was after everything you'd been through here. "Because he's true to himself, even with all the criticism and nasty comments he receives daily, he's strong and I'm very proud of him. Do you think he would think that was weird if I told him? I mean, I see how he tries hard even if not everyone can see it and I wanted to say that what he does is enough. I wanted to say he's the best."

Epel held back a giggle, the same characteristic giggle he had when he was up for no good. You stared at him, not understanding why he looked so smug, not understanding why his giggles evolved into a loud laughter.

"I must say, Liebling, I'm glad to hear all this." A new voice joined the conversation and you cold tell that there was a smile on Vil's face from the way he sound.

He sounds so proud, so happy that someone appreciated everything he did.

Your soul seemed to have left your body at that very moment, slowly turning back to see Rook and Vil standing in the doorway. A quick wave of recognition passed through you, Epel knew they had been behind you this whole time! That was why he was looking back before!

You clasp your hands together, wanting nothing more than to grab a pillow and use it to beat Epel until it bursts. Fortunately, you resisted this urge, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest with each step Vil took towards you and Epel must have sensed your murderous tendencies, preferring to get away from you before you attacked him.

His smile, as you predicted, was beautiful on his lips and he seemed overjoyed to hear such genuine compliments, even though he was used to it. All the anxiety and fear of rejection you felt before seemed to melt away as soon as you held eye contact, nothing else existing but you and him. And Epel who eventually made gagging noises as the seconds passed and Rook who recited poetry about the obvious love that existed and was reciprocal between you and Vil.

"How much did you hear?" You decide to ask, deciding that you would declare yourself here and now, without caring about anything else. He was here, he was listening to you. There would be no better opportunity than this.

And Vil smiled that cocky smile that made millions of butterflies dance in your stomach, holding your chin between his fingers carefully. "I've heard enough, Liebling." He's close now, his lips brushing your sensitive ear. "Do you want to talk about it once your skin care is finished?"

You nod, feeling the force of a thousand suns shining over your head, over your skin. You feel warm, but it's not as uncomfortable as it seems, on the contrary, you feel a thread of hope growing in your chest, Vil's fingers making you smile as he carefully pulls the black mask off your face.

Being cared for and loved by him felt incredibly good. And you sighed when those expressive lilac eyes kept you captivated by his attention, feeling the cold cream being spread over your skin.

Rook and Epel's voices were like your own white noise, sounding so soft in the background like a song that you don't pay attention to the lyrics. Vil gently held your hand when everything was finished and you followed him without asking, letting him take you to his room so you could talk.

At least, at the end of the night, you had managed to tell him about all the other reasons that made you love him so deeply.

[cloudbug08]

Hey! I saw you were taking requests. Please could you write a cute Daryl x reader where the reader is a cowgirl? Maybe she’s sassy and rough like him or really sweet and the polar opposite - whatever you want to write for the storyline is up to you … I just love the visual of Daryl and a cowgirl! Thanks :D

Love to love you

Daryl Dixon x farmersdaughter!reader

AN: The reader is an adult, none of that creepy Daryl bs round here partner

Norman always looks a bit like a little kitten when he squints so I obv had to include that

I really love the farmers daughter/cowgirl idea, it's been my dream for years to move to the US and buy a few acres of land, build a cabin and settle down with my partner and a dog, I’ve always wanted a horse aswell (even though I’m incredibly scared of the idea of riding them 😭) so I took advantage of that in this one. Love yall hope yall enjoy!

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ ☆*:.｡. o .｡.:*☆ ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜

You relish in the feeling of damp summer mud in your hands, smiling at the worms squirming through it, you scoop out a small portion of dirt to accommodate a small potted butterfly weed you had been caring for since you found it in a small gardening centre when the apocalypse had first dawned, but it had overgrown its pot, time for you to properly plant it.

Hoping it’s seeds would mature and spread so you could transfer them when they had grown fully, you look up when a shadow is cast over you, confused as to where the warm sunlight had gone

You look up, Daryl is stood over you, sucking in the smoke from a Marlboro, his forehead is scuffed with dirt as he kitten squints at you, you smile brightly at your friend

“Hi Dar”

He puffs the smoke out through his nose

“Wha’ ya doin’”

You look back at your muddy hands, before you shovel dirt back onto the seams where you planted the flower

“Plantin’ a flower”

“Why”

“Well, cause it’s pretty”

You go to wipe your mucky hands on your dress before he grabs your wrist and stops you

“Don’t get your nice clothes all dirty”

He helps you up before pulling a red cloth from his back pocket, the one you distinctly remember him wiping his bike down with, he wipes the dirt off of your hands, his own are rough and warm as they hold yours gently, as though he’s afraid to hurt you.

You feel your cheeks and forehead heat up as he concentrates on cleaning your hands

“Done, clean”

He squints at you again, you shake out your nerves and muster all your courage

“Thanks Daryl”

You smile at him, leaning up to press a small kiss to his cheek, before you’re trotting away, trying to hide your heated face.

When inside you peek through your lace curtains, shy with a light feeling in your belly, feeling like a teenage girl who just saw her crush.

☆*:.｡. o .｡.:*☆

You’re panting, Dolly, your mare whinnies when you tap against her sides, trying to get her to hurry up, you belt jingles when she bounds over tree roots, you listen for grunts and gurgles, tracking the noise to where your lover must be.

Dolly slows down when you come to a clearing, you pull on her reigns, swinging her around to see a minimally wounded Daryl wrestling with a walker, you unclip your colt, a present from your father that was only meant for display, evident in the beautiful hand carved detailing running up the barrel and grip, the bullet rings out, loud, Daryl pushes the creature away, before he struggles to stand, a gash in his leg bleeding sluggishly.

You sheath the revolver, reaching a shaky hand out to the gruff man, he takes it, swinging his uninjured leg over your mares hips, she nickers, displeased, you pet a hand over her neck, turning back to smile at Daryl

“She thinks you’re heavy”

He wraps a large hand around your hip

“Shuddup’”

You cover his hand with your own before taking off with a ‘yah’ Dolly takes off, back home, You relish in the feeling of him gripping tighter

“Still scared of horses?”

You ask over the wind

“Not scared, not my fault they’re too damn jumpy”

You laugh, Before long Dolly is trotting into the stables, you hop off, smiling when Daryl grips your hand, using you to push himself off of the mares back, trailing behind you as you drag him into the cabin you call home, you settle him on your worn couch, propping his injured leg up on a pillow after managing to wrestle his jeans off.

He listens to you pat around your small home, squinting and smiling to himself everytime you stop to pull your frilled socks back up, grunting a laugh when you start to stumble from only standing on one leg.

You pad over holding a med kit and pulling out thread, a needle, disinfectant for the needle, antiseptic and bandages

“Don’t be wasting any bandages on me doll, wrap it up with the rag”

He points to the weathered red rag that hangs from his discarded jeans, your eyebrows crinkle, angrily

“No, n’ I ain’t wasting nothin’, you need em, not that gross old rag, An’ you’ll get an infection, that would be even harder to take care of”

He squints at you, displeased, but not fuming so you take that as your cue to get to work, threading the needle, you dap away at the dirt and blood that had crusted over the wound.

When you pierce the skin with the needle he tenses but remains surprisingly silent while you’re stitching him up, you swipe antiseptic cream over the closed up gash before wrapping it.

“Try not to strain it, don’t need you poppin’ the stitches”

He grunts, gingerly standing to pull his jeans back on, you smile when he notices the frayed hole in the leg of his pants

“I’ll wash and stitch the jeans up tomorrow too”

He nods, padding over to you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips

“Thanks, babydoll”

You smile at the nickname

“No problem handsome, wanna help me with dinner?”

He grunts, following along behind you like a puppy.

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･ ☆*:.｡. o .｡.:*☆ ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜

Sorry it’s a shorter oneshot this time yall, I hope this suited the request, thank yall for reading, reblogs are greatly appreciated, much love <3

[sergeant-norman-allen]

**:RRRAAAAAAHHH*::*･゜ﾟ･*. *･゜. ﾟ･*:

[tmntxthings]

一∑ Navigation・゜・。

【 a b o u t m e 】 — name: grace ｜age: 22 ｜pronouns: she/her sporadic fanfic writer ｜ tmnt enthusiast ｜ semi-editor ｜ hopeless romantic ｜ trying to do her best

Requests? ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ Open ☑️

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♪ rules *･゜ﾟ↓

1.) This blog is for all tmnt characters/versions, so if you don’t see someone on my masterlist, it means I have yet to write/receive a request for them!

2.) If I have not done your request it could either be because I got super busy with real life, or I did not have enough inspiration/motivation. If you absolutely want me to write something specific pm me and we can talk it through

3.) I do not write nsfw content for underage characters.

4.) writing gender neutral has just become easiest for me but if you specify fem/male reader i can try!

【 l i n k s 】

☆ fic recommendations *･゜ﾟ

【 m a s t e r l i s t s 】 ↓

rottmnt — [full] includes headcanons/oneshots/series/drabbles for all the boys + some april & casey (last updated 2/27/24)

more rottmnt — each post is only allowed 100 links, the first masterlist is full so here is a second one! (last updated 9/7/24)

tmnt 2k12 — includes headcanons/oneshots for the boys (last updated 2/22/24)

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【 f a n f a v o r i t e s 】

turtle taps >\\\\\<

(in which the turtle-y instincts kick in) fandom → rottmnt

love potion series <3

(in which the boys & their readers deal with the effects of a love potion) fandom → rottmnt

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【 r e c e n t l y w r i t t e n 】

nights like these

(where reader wants to fly & donnie is worried about their safety) fandom → rottmnt

[pink4chocolate]

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡.｡.:*･゜☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ﾟ･*

[bucciniexe]

stars! cre: emoticon dictionary

★ ☆ ✩

✩*ﾟ★ ‧₊˚ ✩* .:｡ ✧*ﾟ✦ ⊹ ｡˚✩ ˖ *⁎ ☄︎. *. ⋆˓ 𓄹 ࣪˖ ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ ⸰ֺ⭑ 𓂃.˖⋆

⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖✦ ˖ ⊹ ｡ ﾟ˖ ✧ ⊹ ｡ ﾟ⁖ °✦

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ

┊　　┊　　┊　　┊

┊　　┊　　┊　　★

┊　　┊　　☆

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┊┊┊┊┊

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☆｡∴｡｡　☆　･

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[luciewitch13]

April goals

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+*⁠･⁠゜

♡ Stretch everyday

♡ Meditate

♡ Try a new language learning app

♡ Try out makeup until I find something that looks good on me

What are your goals????

[twinsirefigns]

｡*:☆NIRVANA｡:゜☆｡

taylor swift album concept ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

[elisiassideb1tch]

- Dividers -

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

♡ ⊹ ° .　˚ 　 𖧷 · 　° .　 ♡ ⊹

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀

｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ *+:｡:+* ﾟ ゜ﾟ

•̩̩͙⁺˚ ⁺‧͙⁺˚•̩̩͙⁺˚ ⁺‧͙⁺˚•̩̩͙⁺˚ ⁺‧͙⁺˚•̩̩͙⁺˚

.・*・.・*・.・*・.・*・.

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✦°.•⠀∗.•.°✦°.•⠀∗.•.°

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。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ．☆≡。ﾟ．

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡ ≡≡≡≡≡

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══

✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ … ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿

┈┈┈┈․° ☣ °․┈┈┈┈

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

『••✎••』

╔═══°∴,*⋅✲══〖✰〗══✲⋅*,∴°═══╗

╚═══°∴,*⋅✲══〖✰〗══✲⋅*,∴°═══╝

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

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✼ •• ┈┈┈┈๑⋅⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯⋅๑┈┈┈┈ •• ✼

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

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⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝

╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

[lachatalovematcha]

🍪₊ ﹒ 　 ⁺ 　 .　　 ★　🍪　 .₊ ﹒ 　 ⁺ 　 .　　 ★　　 . ⁺ 🍪

🌈 ִ  ° . ׄ  🎀  ۫  ᮫ ᘝ  𝆹  ํ . .  ۫ 🍡̲   ִ𝅄 ᗀ ▸ ִֶָ 𖦹 ࣪˖ . ⊹ 𓄼 ࣪ ꞌꞋ ࣪𓂃 ִֶָ ≡ ⌂ ⌕ 🍟🍟

🎀⃨⃟⃨⃨⃨☆.　 . • ☆₊ ° .🌻 ❪₊๋-࣭🎀❫ ❤️.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ˏˋ ╎ ⁀➷❤️🍒

🍭 * ✧ ˚ · 🐛 * ✧ ˚ · 🌈 * ✧ ˚ · ❄ * ✧ ˚ · 💝ʕ✩..•( ᴥ )•..ʔ ⌒ *･゜ﾟ･*:

☆ . .・。.・゜🌏 ✭・.・✫・゜✎・。. . 🍮 (っ❛ ᵕ ❛c)🌰🍓