#maybe one day he'll get to hold hands with sunny...

[ducksallday]

I think Sunshadow (sunny x stranger) is such a funny concept to me ESPECIALLY from Basil's perspective.

Like what do you mean my best friend who I've covered up a murder for and may or may not be in love with, loves a shadow man version of me that represents all of the things he doesn't like about me??????

Sunshadow is just Sunflower but more delusional and more shadow entities

[mouwrites]

Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[mera-mera-simp]

OP Character's Love Languages

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Ace and Law

Content Warning: fluff. Some angst (Sanji, Ace and Law)

Pt. 2

Luffy:

Absolutely physical touch. There is no debate on this.

He can and will cling to you with no hesitation. Man doesn't know personal space<3

But you and most of the Strawhats don't mind it. It's sweet.

Though you do have to gently remind him sometimes that not everybody he knows likes it when he does that</3

Definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy too.

This one isn't as often but he loves making you smile.

Constantly telling you how funny you are and how much he loves you. He is a sweet baby even if he's a menace sometimes<3

Sometimes, you'll get a combo of the two. He'll wrap his arms around a multitude of times and tell you all kinds of sweet things just to see you smile.

Gift. Giving.

Please give this sweet baby gifts it will make his eyes light up like stars and he'll treasure it forever.

You could get him the silliest thing and he'll be so happy. You'll have his stretchy arms wrapped around you and multiple kisses on your face while he's yelling 'thank you' multiple times within an instant.

Zoro:

Quality time.

He's not much of a touchy guy and he's not the greatest with words.

But he actively seeks you out on the Sunny. He just wants to be by you<3

He's not great at words, so just being by you is enough for him

He will make you take naps with him<3

He likes to sit by you when he's cleaning his swords.

Please just chill with him while he trains. He likes being in your presence.

This goes both ways low-key. He knows that you love him so he doesn't need to be reminded. And as mentioned earlier, he's not really a touchy feely guy.

So just spending time with you is enough.

Bro loves you so much, he'll chill by you while you're talking to the other strawhats. He doesn't need to involved in the conversation. He'll just sit by you (he'll take a nap depending on where you are on the ship)

Maybe a small bit of gift giving?

Only if he finds it useful though probably.

Get him stuff to clean his swords with and he'll be happy.

Send him over the moon with alcohol.

But definitely quality time for the most part.

Dude just wants to be by you<3

Sanji:

Is it absurd to say that it's everything? (Because I feel like it is but thats cause I'm in love with him and delulu)

He'll match to whatever your love language is babes<3

Gift giving? He'll spoil you

Quality time? Just hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks

Words of affirmation? He'll tell you a thousand times a day that he loves you

Acts of service? Say the word and your wish is his command.

Physical touch? He'll be all over you.

He'll match your energy.

Sometimes you'll get the buy 1 get 4 free combo.

He bends over backwards for you.

And it's all super sweet. He'll cook for you, buy you some cute trinkets that you like, spend time with you while you're doing something, tell you all kinds of romantic things, and he'll hold your hand at all times

Bro is such a sweet guy<3

Please tell him that you love him. Reassure him for the love of god

He didn't get it a lot as a kid after Sola died so whenever you do, he really appreciates it <3 (Sanji my sad chef, my beloved I love him so much)

Nami:

Look me in the eye and tell me that her loves languages aren't gift giving and acts of service.

She'll be over the moon if you buy her stuff

Specially if it's expensive <3

Bake something for her, Sanji will help you if you ask him to!

She'll give you a bunch of kisses for it. It's her way of say thank you.

You're the only one who doesn't owe her a single berri. Cause why would she charge the love of her life?

She gets a little jealous super easily though. She'll pout at you. Just laugh at her and tell her she's cute. Kiss her cheek, forehead or tip of her nose if you want to make her melt.

Sometimes she'll indulge in physical touch, only for you though.

She'll hold your hand when strolling through a town on a new island. And then persuade you to buy something she likes by acting cute.

She's super appreciative if you do though

She'll hug you and kiss you with a big grin on her face

It makes her feel important

She likes to make you feel important too. She'll actually go out of her way to buy you stuff sometimes. She teases about an interest fee but if you actually try to pay it, it's the only time she refuses

Ussop:

Words of affirmation

My guy needs a lot of reassurance so he appreciates it

Tell him that he's brave and he'll be absolutely smitten

He also likes physical touch

He'll hold you as he tells his stories

Talk to him about the world. You both love being out on the Grandline and seeing how big the world is. It's one your 'late night can't sleep' topics.

Hangout on the deck of the Sunny and look at stars together. He'll hold your hand and point out the constellations to you. (He learned them from Robin, he just wants to impress you<3)

If you hug him from behind randomly, he'll swoon.

He'll let you stay like that too. He thinks it's sweet. He'll just casually talk to you about his day so far.

He's constantly telling you how much he loves you.

You make him feel strong and brave so of course he's going to return the favor.

Overall, Ussop is just a sweet guy. He likes holding your hand and making you smile<3

Ace:

Oh my beloved sad himbo

Please hold him and reassure him.

He's definitely a physical touch and words of affirmation kinda guy too.

Trace the freckles on his face (he'll melt in your arms with a blushing face if you call them mini constellations<3)

He likes to hold you yeah but please hold him. He needs it.

He likes to be in your embrace but he'll only let you do it when you guys aren't in sight of the crew, he's afraid that Marco and Thatch will tease him for a life time. (They wouldn't)

Pepper his face in kisses

This poor cowboy is so sad please tell him all of the things you love about him

Tell him he's worth everything in the world (Ace was the One Piece</3\hj)

Whisper sweet nothings to him as you guys try to fall asleep at night, that's when his head tries to attack him the most.

He appreciates it all and he'll definitely return the favor.

He constantly has you wrapped in his arms.

He'll kiss the top of your head and nuzzle his face into your hair.

He'll purposely act stupid just to see you laugh.

Please just make him happy. He is so sad

He will deny though.

"Me? Sad? Blasphemy."

Law:

Another quality time kinda guy

He doesn't like physical touch

Or words of affirmation

Please don't openly say you love him or promise him anything, the last person who did both those things died almost immediately after (he's traumatized </3)

Just spend some time with him, that's all he asks. You don't have to say anything he just wants to he by you.

He doesn't know how to accept gifts so that's also kinda out of the question

If you do something for him though, he'll be appreciative. In his own way

Just quality time for the most part.

Just sit by him while he reads or looks over some notes he has.

He's comforted by your presence, you make him happy even if he never outwardly shows it

[giamee]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐔!

୨♡୧ pairings :: yanqing x reader ; jing yuan x reader ; gepard x reader ; sampo x reader

୨♡୧ contains :: established relationship, some slight babygirlification maybe? idk im just saying words at this point, blatant favouritism

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: finally posting requests thank u for the patience sorry that this took so long for something so short 😖😖 i kept it pg because i didn't want to make any requesters uncomfortable BUT if anyone wants an nsfw version of this just say the word 🫡

୨♡୧ requests :: anon -> hihi!! may i req general relationship hcs of yan qing and/or jing yuan?? <3 also yr blog theme is so cuteSHSHDHHDHDDH take yr time in writing the req and have a lovely day ahead :> // anon -> HII!!! i saw that you're opening requests!! can i request gepard and sampo as boyfriends plss??? tysm!! 💖

𓆩♡𓆪 YANQING

-the sweetest omg :((

-definitely the most attentive bf ever

-you need something? he’s already out the door on his way to the store to get it

-you can’t reach something? yanqing is rushing to your side, plucking the item off the top shelf and handing it to you, with a sweet kiss pressed to your cheek for extra measure

-you notice your shoelace is untied but your hands are full? yanqing is kneeling down in front of you and making the perfect knot that wont undo, and then he’s taking what you’re holding off of you so that you can walk with your hands free

-i feel like he would really enjoy the outdoors

-like a date with him would include walking around the xianzhou luofu and admiring the scenery before stopping to eat something in a park

-idk if the xianzhou luofu has parks but idc roll with it

-and he is such a ray of sunshine too!!

-always smiling and sunny

-even the weather seems to brighten when he’s around

-when you’re having a bad day and have to cancel on a date with him, he’s so understanding, asking if you want him to come over to yours instead with food and some movies to watch

-and when you hear him knocking on your door and his sweet smile on the other side with not a hint of annoyance at your last minute cancellation, your worries melt at his gesture and when his scent engulfs you as he wraps you in a warm hug

-hmmm he would definitely gossip with you

-IMAGINE HIM LAYING WITH HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP WITH HIS HAIR DOWN AND UR COMBING THROUGH IT WITH YOUR FINGERS WHILE HE TELLS U ABOUT ANY DRAMA THAT HE'S HEARD EEE

-carries two hairbands on his wrist - one for himself and one for you if you ever need it

-10/10 boyfriend i love him :(

𓆩♡𓆪 JING YUAN

-my husband

-he would be such a chill bf

-obviously since he’s a general he’s quite busy so you may not be able to see each other as much as you would like to :(

-but jing yuan will always make time for you <3

-whether that means he has to, god forbid, skip out on an afternoon nap to finish paperwork, he WILL get home in time to greet you with a kiss that has you melting into him

-while he may appear reserved at times, he’s a very passionate lover (wink)

-he just likes to keep things private

-he believes that’s what makes your relationship more special

-i feel like he’s kind of got a thing for domesticity

-jing yuan holds an appreciation for the slower, quieter moments in life

-moments where time doesn’t matter, because you’re asleep in his arms and the slight gust of your breath against his bare skin is soothing him into a state of overwhelming calm that reminds him that he has absolutely nowhere to be for the foreseeable future

-(he just really likes sleeping with you)

-you definitely have to convince him to get out of bed some days

-the general of the xianzhou luofu is in your bed and whining when you try to wiggle out of his grasp, hugging you tighter despite your protests

-and he'll never admit it but the mf will POUT when you both inevitably have to get up

-and he'll be so dramatic about it too

-"i thought you loved me, why are you leaving..."

-and you shoot him a glare while you get dressed

-and then you see the way his toned back is rising and falling gently as your boyfriend just lays there and breathes, eyes fixed on you as if he were committing you to memory, and the look in his eyes draws you back to your shared bed

-because five more minutes really couldn't hurt, not when they're spent with him <33

𓆩♡𓆪 GEPARD

-this man

-dhfjjrjghehfjejcjsjcjhdfh

-as much as i want him to be the most amazing perfect boyfriend ever

-i feel like that would take some time to develop in the relationship

-he is a younger sibling after all

-and while he's sweet and receptive and always remembers the smallest details of what you mentioned to him in passing

-he can also be stubborn and a bit clueless at times

-cut the man some slack it's his first relationship and he's trying his best

-between being captain of the silvermane guards and just... life in general, the man has never really had the opportunity to let loose or explore his feelings

-you two probably meet through serval. you work in her shop and one day gepard comes in because he needs something repaired and he sees you at the counter and that's it game over he's imagining your entire life together

-and like any older sibling would serval would very quickly figure out the blatant crush that gepard has on you and then teases the living hell out of him for it

-she keeps orchestrating little scenarios that end up with you and gepard in close proximity with each other

-and even though he's mad at his sister, he has to admit that it's nice to spend time with you

-but i think the final push is one night where serval manages to convince you and gepard to tag along with her to a new bar that has opened

-personally i hc that gepard is an absolute lightweight and the man cannot hold his tongue when he isn't sober

-and once the alcohol flush reaches his face it's game over

-serval ever so conveniently slips off to buy herself another drink

-which was five minutes ago, and she's nowhere in sight

-and gepard just starts talking to fill the gap

-and then he can't stop talking and oh he's confessed and then you're smiling and telling him you've been waiting for him to make a move

-and in the span of 5 minutes gepard's gone and got himself a significant other

-and YES now for the actual relationship hcs lmao 💀

-so YEAH

-gepard is head over heels whipped crazy for you

-but he's also emotionally constipated

-probably goes rigid if you hold his hand in public

-takes a while for him to get used to physical affection

-but once he does the man is all over u

-i think he likes to play with your fingers i think

-and then kiss them each individually

-and then lace his fingers with yours and hold it close to his chest

-and then stay like that as he drifts off to sleep next to you

-sob

-he's probably kinda goofy once he comes out of his shell

-like he probably talks to inanimate objects LMAO

-and he hums and sings under his breath ofc

-so it's really cute in the early mornings when he wakes up a bit before you have to, and he's moving around getting ready while still half asleep and your eyes are still closed but you can hear him humming a song he recently heard as he brushes his teeth

-AUGH

-i need him

-and then he will ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS drop back down next to you in bed before he has to go and do his guard duties

-and press the sweetest gentlest kiss to your forehead

-then your cheeks and nose and chin

-before finally your lips

-and he tells you to have a good day and that he loves you and he'll see you soon

-screaming rn i take it back he's perfect

𓆩♡𓆪 SAMPO

-DEF THE MOST FUN GUY TO DATE EVER

-super spontaneous for sure

-quick day trip to belobog with your boyfriend who's a wanted criminal ❤️

-idc if he's canonically a scammer this man will never lie to u (bc he's whipped as hell and he loves u ok)

-he uses the money from scamming ppl to buy gifts for you LMAO

-and even though the man has a silver tongue and he gets all melodramatic as part of his travelling salesman act

-when you're alone and in private his walls will come down and he'll just look at you with lovestruck eyes and tell you how beautiful or handsome you are with no games

-or just say nothing at all and bask in your presence

-i think he def needs someone who matches his energy

-like he's trying to sell someone a product and he shoots you a look and you come over and play the part of anither interested buyer to get them to buy it

-absolutely lethal duo

-and i feel like because he's so fun he would be really good with kids

-so if you ever need help babysitting a younger sibling or cousin

-he would be the #1 call for backup fr

-by the end of the night ur cousin likes HIM more than you (the audacity) and is calling him uncle sampo :((

-he would so tease you

-it's his love language <3

-but if you want to get back at him

-yk those slutty little cutouts he has in his shirt at the hip?

-yeah just tickle him there and he will fold immediately

-he probably has like this rlly ridiculous laugh that only cones out then or something

-and you're probably the only person who's ever heard it

-hmmm what else

-sampo probably has a bit of a possessive streak too

-tries to maintain his cool facade but someone else tries to flirt with you?

-his eye is twitching and he's by your side immediately, hand around your waist and a cold glare directed at whoever was dumb enough to try

-mans probably spoils you rotten LMAO

-would definitely pick a pretty flower every time he sees one to bring back and give to you

-you have a collection of pressed flowers from him at this point

-10/10 amazing boyfie <3

୨♡୧ honkai star rail masterlist

[daenysx]

For fluff ideas for modern!aemond, maybe something with aemond and the reader at the beach with his family and he thanks the reader for putting up with them but they remind him that loving his family is part of loving him, even if they're crazy sometimes? If that sparks anything for you :)

- aemond-apologist 🐭

thank you for requesting, angel, i really hope you like this!!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, please let me know your opinions if you like it guys <333333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

you hate the way aemond looks upset when he's supposed to have a good time.

he can't help it, not really. the beach days are lovely, when it's only you and him. he enjoys his time with you, he likes when you insist on sunscreen and snacks, he likes swimming and holding you close to his body under water. you still smile though, nothing stops your smile when you're with him. even his fucked up family.

everyone seems like they mind their own business but the air is tense. you catch them looking at each other with somewhat concealed despise. uncle daemon smirks at aemond's grandfather sneakily, alicent keeps looking at rhaenyra, jace and luke are thankfully mostly spend time with baela and rhaena, and aegon- he's busy getting drunk and no one pays him any attention. the only person who sits with you other than aemond is helaena. she reads a new book, looks lost in it.

aemond's father is whole another issue but aemond insists sitting separately from them. you find a quiet place, somewhere secured from sunshine. it bothers aemond's eye when it's too much, you make sure he wears sunglasses. he looks bored, sick of the dramatics of his family, and a bit embarrassed. you reach for his hand.

"hey." you whisper. "are you okay?"

he nods, gives you a reassuring smile. "i'm okay."

"you look sad." you say. "we can go swimming if you want."

he rubs the back of your hand. "i prefer waiting a bit longer, it's still sunny. i can come with you if you want now-"

you are quick to shake your head. "we can wait."

aemond pulls you to his chest. he kisses your hair with a gentle hand on your bare shoulder. at the beginning of your relationship, he was more hesitant to show any affection in front of his family. now, he doesn't care about any of their reactions. it's a nice thing, realizing his time with you matters more. you are happy with him being so comfortable with you, his hands always seek you, his lips always find an excuse to brush a small kiss on your face.

"i brought your book." you say, remembering you took the book from his nightstand when you're leaving the apartment. "it's in my bag."

"thank you, sweetheart." he mumbles against your head. "i can read it later."

you lift your head to see him. his hair loosely tied on his neck, sunglasses covering his eyes. you gently take it off to make an eye contact.

"we don't have to stay here, aemond." you say. "you're not having a good time, we could just leave."

"i'm enjoying." he says. "i have you. don't have to care about them."

"i mean, not because i'm bothered or anything, i like spending time with your family for you but- you look sad. i don't like seeing you sad."

aemond knows you mean it when you say you like spending time with his family. maybe normally you wouldn't wanna be in a room with so many troubled people, he knows his family is not easy but you endure your time with them for him. you're the kindest soul he knows and it's not your problem, he's a big guy and he should handle it if he doesn't want to spend time with these people. you smile knowingly, he kisses your curved lips.

"i'm not sad, i promise." he says. "i'll be better when we swim. i like being here with you, you know that."

you nod. he hides you to his chest, away from everyone. he's not gonna share you, he's got into his head too much but you don't mind. you wrap an arm around him to settle down.

"can we have a nap?" you ask. when you wake up he'll be your aemond again.

"of course." he says. the summer breeze is nice on his face, carrying the smell of sea. he waits a second before saying, "thank you for being here. for dealing with all this."

"i love you." you say before closing your eyes to cool wind on your skin. "i don't mind all this. i just love you."

aemond whispers the words back into your ear. he likes when you sleep in his arms, when you trust him enough to close your eyes with him. he holds you until you wake up, that's all he was meant to be.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! werewolf!reader. vampire!wonwoo.

there's something cute about going on walks with you. wonwoo holds his umbrella tight in his hands, the early morning sun thankfully mostly hidden behind clouds now. still, the shade helps him from feeling that burning itch travel across every single inch of his body, so he's happy to clutch an umbrella on a sunny day... even if it does net him weird looks.

you, on the other hand, are a single step ahead of him, happy as can be to be in the sunshine and fresh air again. you've been cooped up in his manor (yes, wonwoo has a manor: you've teased him for being the stereotypical vampire before) due to the onslaught of rain. as much as you love him, you still need some time outside during the daytime to stretch your legs and enjoy the warm sunlight.

no one seems to know how your relationship works, apparently. some people give him an odd look whenever both of you get revealed as what you are, usually mumbling something about being sworn enemies in the process. you joke that you're playing the long con. wonwoo always hides a smile when you do, firmly aware of the gold ring you have on a chain around your neck. it matches the one he wears on his thumb, only on a chain so you don't have to remove it during full moons.

"my love?" wonwoo calls out when you get a little too far from him. you turn with an excitement in your eyes, always so in love with the way he calls you. my love and my dear and my heart. occasionally my wolf. and when he's particularly affectionate (which, to be fair, wonwoo rarely uses terms of endearment since he prefers the intimacy of calling you by given name), you're his moon. just so he can see the way your nose scrunches up when you smile. he nods toward a tree in the nearby, shady enough he could set the umbrella aside. "can we rest for a bit?"

you nod, but zoom on ahead--only stopping for a quick second before you bolt across the street. he chuckles to himself as he follows after you. he lowers himself into the shade after setting aside his umbrella and bag, watching as you stretch out on the grass. you peek up at him, smiling still before you crawl over to him.

"it's nice out," you muse, before dropping your head into his lap. immediately, you begin to lean into his touch as he pats your head. "thank you for coming with me."

he chuckles. "why wouldn't i?"

you just point lazily overhead. "because you can literally always say no to the big ball of death, my little bookworm."

it earns a snort from him. "what?"

"don't you like it?" you grin up at him, content to tease him yet again. "my little mosquito didn't have the same ring."

although he rolls his eyes, he chuckles a moment later. you're a mess, a menace, but you're his and that's all that matters to him. he's easy to predict, though: he pulls a book out of his bag (a trashy novel this time--not the classic literature you've been watching him read through lately), and settles in against the tree while he rests his other hand on your head. when he peeks down at you, you've closed your eyes, fully resting now with him.

how cute. maybe he'll get a treat for you on the way home, just to tease you back.

[mercillery]

ANDREW KREISS RELATIONSHIP OVERVIEW

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + MENTION OF ABLEISM + OOC? + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Andrew mains let me put you in my pocket and take care of you. And quit your jobs too, I will provide for you all.

Being in a relationship with Andrew is an adventure in patience, understanding, and love. Sure, love is a given in any relationship, but with Andrew, it's essential to navigate his unique quirks and preferences with a touch of extra care.

For instance, Andrew dislikes sunlight, so when it comes to planning dates, be prepared for moonlit strolls and stargazing rather than sunny picnics and beach outings. If you’re a sun worshipper, it’s time to stock up on moonblock instead.

Crowds? Forget about it. Andrew thrives in the quiet corners of the world, where the population density is low and the ambiance is serene. He’s the quintessential introvert, the kind who’d rather have a cozy evening at home than a bustling night out. If you’re the life-of-the-party type, this might require some adjustment.

When you first start dating, don't be surprised if he stumbles over his words or gets flustered over the simplest things. A casual brush of your hand against his might send him into a blushing frenzy. He might awkwardly laugh at things that aren’t jokes or offer you a flower he picked up without realizing it's a bit wilted. It's all part of his charm, though.

Andrew’s awkwardness comes from a place of inexperience rather than indifference. He genuinely wants to give you all his love and affection, but he’s not quite sure how to go about it. He’s learning, slowly but surely, how to open up and let someone into his world. Please be patient with him.

The early days of your relationship might be filled with small, tentative steps. Once he’s actually comfortable around you enough, maybe he’ll invite you to the cemetery, showing you his world in a way that’s meaningful to him. Don’t be surprised if he seems more at ease there, where he’s surrounded by the familiar. It might seem unconventional, but for Andrew, it's a big step toward letting you into his life.

His awkwardness is part of what makes him so endearing. Every hesitant smile and gesture is a sign of his growing affection for you. He's new to all of this, and it feels weird to him, but in the best way possible. As he becomes more comfortable, you'll see glimpses of his true self—a kind, thoughtful person who’s just been waiting for someone to understand him.

I think it should be flat-out obvious that Andrew is not one for grand displays of affection. Don't expect sweeping romantic gestures or elaborate declarations of love. He shows his feelings through small, meaningful actions that speak volumes about his deep affection for you. You might find a single flower left on your pillow, a delicate token of his feelings. Or, during difficult moments, he'll be there, quietly holding your hand, offering comfort and support without saying much.

Andrew has a way with words, but he prefers to write them down rather than speak them. You might receive handwritten notes from him, filled with poetic descriptions of his emotions and how much you mean to him. These notes are treasures, capturing his heartfelt sentiments in a way spoken words often can't.

His love language is all about acts of service and giving thoughtful gifts. He'll go out of his way to do little things that make your life easier, whether it's fixing something around the house, cooking a meal, or simply being there when you need him. These acts, though seemingly simple, are his way of showing how much he cares.

As for gift giving, receiving gifts from Andrew is always special because they're never random. Each gift is chosen with care and has a personal significance. It could be a book he knows you'll love or something that reminds him of a special moment you shared.

Having been the victim of ableism and cruelly labeled the “white-haired monster” because of his albinism, Andrew struggles with the painful memories of his past. These experiences have left deep scars, making it difficult for him to trust and open up to others. However, he trusts you and is comfortable enough to lean on you for emotional support, finding solace in your presence.

Andrew’s past is a heavy burden he carries, and it’s not easy for him to talk about it. The wounds from being ostracized and misunderstood run deep, really deep. That being said, he’ll seem distant or reluctant to share his feelings. But with your gentle encouragement and unwavering support, he slowly begins to open up. It’s a gradual process, marked by small breakthroughs and quiet conversations where he reveals his inner turmoil. Your compassion acts as a balm for his wounded soul, helping him to heal bit by bit.

And if you reveal your own issues to him, Andrew gives you his full attention. He wants to be there for you just as you have been there for him. He may not always have the right words to say, but his presence and understanding are more than enough.

He might not be an expert in comforting others, but he genuinely tries his absolute best to make you feel better. His attempts might be awkward or clumsy, but they are always heartfelt. Whether it's sitting quietly by your side, offering a reassuring touch, or simply listening without interrupting, Andrew’s efforts show how much he cares.

He understands how much it means to have someone there during difficult times because he's been on the receiving end of your support. He wants to reciprocate that same level of care and understanding. His empathy runs deep, and even if he struggles to find the right words, his actions speak volumes. He might bring you a small token of comfort, like a warm cup of tea or a favorite book, as a way to show he's thinking of you.

In those moments when you need a shoulder to lean on, Andrew's there, providing a quiet, steady presence that offers a sense of calm and security. He knows the value of having someone who listens and understands, and he strives to be that person for you. His dedication to your well-being is evident in the way he prioritizes your needs and makes an effort to be there for you, just as you have been there for him. He wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel when he opens up about his own issues: understood, valued, and better.

If you ever want to surprise Andrew and watch him melt, gift him iris flowers. He has a special fondness for irises because someone once told him that iris will turn into a rainbow and carry kind souls to heaven.

So when you give him iris flowers, it’s not just a gift; it’s a gesture that genuinely touches his heart. The fact that these flowers come from you, the person he loves, makes the gesture even more meaningful. You’ll see his eyes light up and a smile spread across his face as he gently takes the flowers.

Andrew might hold the irises with a reverence that speaks volumes about how much this gesture means to him. He might even get a bit emotional from the simple yet profound act of receiving these flowers from you, evoking a deep sense of love and gratitude. In his quiet, heartfelt way, he’ll thank you, stumbling over his words as he tries to express just how much this means to him.

Your relationship is built on these little moments, these quiet acts of love that speak louder than any grand proclamation. It’s a partnership where both of you bring out the best in each other, healing wounds and creating a bond that’s deeply personal and profoundly touching. And if anyone asks, you can always joke that your love story started in a cemetery with a guy who’s more comfortable with the dead than the living—but who learned to cherish the living soul who loves him.

[cod-sins]

could you write cod hcs for a female reader who's 5"9 and a bit chubby? thank you <33333

.ೃ࿐ Format: Hcs

.ೃ࿐ Paring: König. Ghost.

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Female. Chubby.

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW. A bit too fluffy on Simon's part.

[A/N: FIRST FEMALE READER REQUEST LET'S GOOO! Also I'm 6'0-6'1 so to me anything under that is short LOL.]

KÖNIG

Oh my god he's so in love with you.

König may be a 6'10 killing machine who wouldn't hesitate to end a person's life but he's absolute putty in your hands. He treats you like goddess always spoiling you with whatever items you want.

He isn't all that into PDA, he'll hold your hand or maybe put an arm around you if he's feeling particularly antsy/jealous but at home he's a completely different person.

He loves to lay in bed with you, on his side while you just talk about your day. His eyelids would be low and there would be a soft smile on his face while you were talking. If you asked him if he was paying attention he would repeat back every single word you said—not missing a beat.

Thinks your chubbyness is cute. Thinks your whole body is cute to be honest.

König can sometimes get really cheesy and mushy over you but he refrains from taking action because he's scared he'll come off as overbearing.

He loves to softly tease you. Thanks to the hot weather he'll walk around the house shirtless flaunting his body and calling you out whenever you stare.

"And that's how Horangi and I were able to defeat an entire squadron without taking a single hit!" He says proudly while looking at you for a reaction. You however were to busy staring at his abs to notice.

"Maus." "Huh?" "My eyes are up here." He says with a dumb smirk on his face. He watches as you as shift positions—to flustered to look at him.

König closes the jar lids way too tight, he doesn't do it to be annoying he's just adamant on keeping his food fresh and preserved. It wouldn't be a problem until he's deployed and you can't open a jar of jelly to make a sandwich.

He also does this with things in the pantry/cabinet. König is still not use to living with a person who's shorter than him so you'll have to remind him to not put things on the tallest shelf.

He loves to pick you up and twirl you around.

GHOST

Ghost loves to loom over you. Even if you're doing mundane tasks such as washing the dishes or folding laundry, he'll lean on the wall or just stand right behind you watching. He notices every little detail in what you do.

He thinks the height difference between you two is cute. He loves when you wear his clothes because they're always too big and they manage to swallow you whole. He never comments on it he'll just stare at you admiring you.

His favorite dates with you are quiet ones. Like picnic dates on a sunny afternoon away from other people or driving to a diner that he really likes [they have those in the UK right?].

If you guys are watching TV together he'll nitpick everything the characters do. "He didn't even turn the safety off." "His gun still had bullets left why did he toss it away?" "If they were on the field they would be dead." Remind him that it's fake and he'll temporarily shut up.

One of his favorite memories of you was on a short weekend. It was right before he was deployed and he spent it with you, laying in bed, drinking and eating a bunch of takeout that you two ordered. You spent that night just holding him and playing with his hair, softly rocking back and forth while he had his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat.

Ghost fondly remembers every word you said to him even if you don't he still thinks about it when he's on the field or when it's early in the morning and you're still asleep.

Ghost loves the way his body engulfs you whenever you hug him. Sometimes he'll squeeze you just a little bit too tight to make sure you're real and not some beautiful illusion his mind made up.

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[nicorobinmywife]

One piece boys reacting at you flying out into space and bringing them a star as a gift. GN reader.

Note: you can fly and breathe in space thanks to your devil fruit.

Characters: Luffy, Kid, Sanji and Law.

GN reader.

Luffy

you always sit with him on sunny's head to watch the stars in the sky, so why not bring him one?

you flew into space looking for the most beautiful star to show Luffy.

when you got back to the ship Luffy jumped on you, baby boy is so curious and asks what are you holding in your hands.

Luffy's eyes shining when he saw the gift you brought him was the cutest thing you've ever seen.

his hungry ass tried to eat the star and you smack him in the head.

Kid

- "where the hell is Y/N?!" - he groans looking for you across the ship, not finding you anywhere, you've been gone all day without telling him.

when you get back on the ship, your captain (boyfriend) is waiting for you, demanding answers.

- "I just wanted to give you this." - you took his hand and placed a star you found in space.

he blushes a lot and doesn't know how to react, did you fly all over space just to get him a present? no one has ever done something like this to him before.

Kid still scolds you for spending the day away without reporting, but later he puts your gift in a special place in his workshop.

maybe tonight he'll let you sleep on his big chest as a reward.

don't get him wrong, Kid is very happy and grateful to have a partner like you, but receiving gifts is something he's not used to.

Sanji

it's usually Sanji who gives you special gifts, but this time you wanted to do something different.

you walk into the kitchen and Sanji runs up to you worried because you've been missing all day.

you put the star in Sanji's hands and he drops his cigarette on the floor.

he spins around the ship with his signature heart eyes, showing everyone the gift his dear Y/N gave to him, and talking about how happy he is to have you with him.

Sanji rewards you with lots of hugs and kisses.

Law

one night you were watching the stars along with your captain.

"the stars are beautiful tonight, don't you think y/n-ya?" - Law says and automatically regrets it when he sees your simp ass flying to the sky just to get him a fucking star.

you got back to Law and handed him a star, and to your surprise, he didn't scold you.

- "it's even prettier looking up close, thanks yn-ya." - Law smiled happily at your gift and you fainted.

Law thought you got sick but you just love him so much and would give him the whole universe if he asked.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Hi! What is Rabid bits of time WIP about?

Thats kind of a dark one sjsjsj its for bad things happen bingo sole survivor, where Buck vanishes in the days after the tsunami and takes place a few years later when Athena takes a wellness check call and finds the person a few days dead in their basement from a trip and fall head injury, next to a chained up, severely injured and emaciated Buck... Will be Eddie (and maaaybe Athena pov), lots of flashbacks of like pre disappearance Eddie and Buck working towards something romantic but Eddie not being ready for it and Buck saying he'll wait, buck's disappearance setting off Eddie's season 5 breakdown early, Eddie dating guys but still grieving Buck, and then everyone dealing with Buck suddenly being back and in really rough shape. Bobby is not doing great! He's not been doing great for several years!

Here's some drawings of the second time Chris sees Buck when he comes back (the first time didn't go great because like... Everyone else looks more or less the same but a kid grows up a lot in 2 years so it hits Buck for the first time how long he was stuck down there)

And here's a little snippet

It’s a Thursday, sunny. Weather has been unpredictable this winter but it’s been nice out for a few days now, seems like it’ll hold til the weekend. Shift ended at noon but went over a little, had to deal with a pileup in midtown, so it’s almost one o’clock as Eddie heads out to his truck. Still, he has a few hours before he has to get Chris, school not out until 2:30 and then another hour for science club. They need groceries, and the laundry is starting to pile up, but a nap is maybe too tempting to resist. It had been a long night, lots of calls. The turn in the weather, maybe, more people out and about to get into trouble. He’s making a list in his head of what they need from the store so he can make a quick trip after the nap, before or after he gets Chris depending on how long he sleeps, and is about halfway to his parking spot when a cop car tears into the lot. He didn’t catch the number on it but he supposes he’s not surprised when Athena appears moments later, walking towards him with tension coiled into her every muscle.  “The others still inside?” She calls, barely looking at him long enough to see his nod, not slowing down as she walks towards the station. Her face is grim, jaw set tight, and Eddie thinks it’s entirely unnecessary when she says “Come on, you need to hear this, too.” There’s only one thing this could be about, as impossible as it may be. Eddie follows her inside feeling kind of muffled, like there’s a layer of cotton between him and the rest of the world. Hazy, as Hen comes out of the locker with a frown on her face, as Chimney freezes halfway down the stairs. Athena’s shout for Bobby sounds half as loud as it probably is. Bobby comes out of his office immediately, looking less calm and collected every step closer. They all end up in a little huddle in the middle of the room, other firefighters giving them both a wide berth and curious stares. Hen’s elbow digs into his left arm, Athena is close enough to his right to feel her body warmth. Bobby, wearing that kind of see through look he gets sometimes, scans his wife’s face. “What’s going on?” “We-“ Athena seems choked for words, suddenly, and that more than anything makes this feel real. For her to be scared. Dread bubbles up in the hole in Eddie’s chest that he thought he’d mostly patched up these days. “Bobby. We found him. We found Buck.” Eddie takes a step back, involuntarily. Hen grabs onto his arm, so tight her nails dig in. Chimney makes a strangled sort of noise, hand hovering over his pocket like he wants to go for his phone. Does Maddie know? Eddie is sure he’s thinking it, they’re all thinking it. Who told her? It should be one of them. It shouldn’t be a stranger, not after this long. It should be-  “How?” Bobby asks, the crack in his voice turning it from how did you find him to something more like what condition is the body in? What do we have left to bury?  Because, well, none of them have any delusions about it. Not after this much time. Two years and nearly three months ago Evan Buckley vanished, and not a single trace had ever been found of him. The only thing waiting for them at the end of this is a body.  Except Athena stands there, in the warm air of a pleasant afternoon, and says “We found him alive.”

[forlorn-crows]

to expand upon this post (how mountain and rain absolutely take apart each member of their pack as a team)

i just think mountain and rain are the perfect ghouls to team up and absolutely ruin others in the best ways possible

fyi: cunt/tentacle dick/clit for transmasc rain, cock/dick for transfemme sunny

aether's easy. almost too easy. will go weak in the knees for some sweet words from mountain, a well placed fondle from rain. they lay him down so they can lavish his entire body, one on either side. rain spends his time between aethers legs, especially sucking on his balls, mountain spends his time kissing him breathless. aether likes mountain to fill him while rain ruts his little dick against him. and he'll really keen if rain brings his tentacle out to play. he never lasts long between the two of them

aeon brings out mean rain. a firm hand to push him around, usually wrapped around aeon's throat. rain will ride him into oblivion while mountain feels rain up, slicking up his big cock next to rains hip. a tease. aeon doesnt get to touch. but he's expected to keep hard until the both of them are spent. aeon likes when mountain holds him down: his wrists, his torso, maybe keep his legs nice and spread so rain can reach back and play with his hole. sometimes rain will fuck him from the back with his tentacle while aeon's made to gag on mountains cock until he tears up. they do, of course, make use of his flexibility.

aurora. well, we know she's a size queen. and a feisty gal. mountain loves to go down on her and grab her tits with his big hands while she leans back on rain. mountain always, without fail, has to promise her that yes, they'll fill her up, and yes, she should stop running her mouth before rain takes care of that for her. sometimes she likes to eat rain out while mountain fucks her, or she lets them put her in weird positions, whatever they want. throw her around like she weighs an ounce, and she's giggling with delight. she's a squirter. mountain loves that

cirrus can take a little bit of working up. you may think she's miss domme all the time but between these two (or under swiss, lbh) she's not. she likes her boys for their fingers, and they will ruin her with them. rain's cool ones in her mouth, around her neck, playing with her nipples, her clit. mountain's grabbing her ass, shoved up her cunt, fisted in her hair. she likes when rain rubs his little dick on her too. mountain likes to kneel over her and make her jerk him off, and either her or rain sticks their fingers in his ass. he always ends up melted against her, rutting through her folds while he growls into the crook of her neck. rain takes the other side and works her up all over again with his filthy mouth. mountain will lick his cum off her cunt and make her cum one last time

cumulus gets nothing but lovin from these boys. they can be mean to her, certainly, and on rare occasions they do. but they prefer to woo her with soft touches, kisses all over her hot skin. lots of kisses actually, her lips are always soft and mountain and rain cant get enough of them. they especially like to take her apart by sucking on a tit each, staring up at her hungrily while they let their hands wander down. mountain often times has her sit on his face, rain may or may not ride his cock at the same time. cumulus faces him so they can kiss and whine into each other's mouths. they like to spoon fuck too, mountain at her back filling her up, and rain facing her in front either rubbing her clit with his fingers or letting his tentacle suck her off while he humps at her pretty thighs.

dew also gets a lot of sweetness too. rain and mountain hold a special place in his heart, so them together make him feel good and whole. taken care of on a little bit deeper level. he's probably the most diverse, getting the softest of the soft to the meanest of the mean. it really just depends on the day. guaranteed is neck kissing, hair grabbing/pulling, petnames. dew loves petnames. they make him blush. sometimes mountain will ride him, really make him feel small beneath his weight, while rain fucks his ass with his tentacle. he's the one mountain and rain like to take their time with. they could spend an entire day together. dew will cum more than once. and yes, these are the three biggest pissboys.

sunshine is fun. spunky like aurora, but easy like aether. she's always game to get between them. (i do hc them as a complimentary throuple. nature trio.) they like the leadup with sunshine, teasing her until shes super worked up, or taking a languid bath together until they inevitably get handsy. mountain likes when she asks to fuck him, rabbit quick and begging for him to let her cum while rain lies behind her and licks at her hole. prepping her for either of them. mountain really likes to have her in his lap, cock buried in her hole, rain melted to her back while he reaches around to make her cock squirt all over mountain's belly. she likes when they make her get loud.

swiss. oh swiss. he likes the whiplash of tones between them. mountain leaning towards the soft and loving, rain leaning towards the rough and mean. we all know swiss will do anything for rain, but the cognitive dissonance of mountain whispering praises into his ear is delicious. he likes when they manhandle him though, make him take. he likes to run his mouth, as he usually does, but rain can rival it pretty easily. mountain has been known to sit behind swiss and clamp his hand over his mouth while rain fucks him with his tentacle and mountain reaches around to jerk him off until his eyes cross, rutting his big dick between swiss' cheeks

so uh. yeah. mountrain running a train on everyone.

[starrydaycare]

Hey doll! Do you mind an OMORI agere, with regressor Aubrey and caretaker Basil? Maybe when they were twelve! I headcanon her as a trauma regressor and only Basil, Mari and Sunny know. Also, with a late 90s aesthetic!

Thaaaank you for all the moodboards you make, they are all really good. (^^)

I can do that! Also, thank you (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

With filter:

Without filter:

🍀🩷Age regressor!RW Aubrey, CG!RW Basil, Pre-incident!

⚠️TW! Will contain mentions of alcoholism and neglect.

🩷Aubrey is a trauma regressor who most commonly regresses to somewhere between 5-7. Though if she had a bad day, she can regress younger! Despite her older age, she likes to use a pacifier and sippy cup for comfort reasons.

🍀She started regressing at around nine, but didn't really know what it was? She was really confused and scared the first time it happened, which was she stepped on some glass from an old bottle of her moms.

🩷She noticed that it continued happening, and for the longest time she thought that something bad was happening! So, eventually she gathered up the courage to tell Mari about it.

🍀Luckily, Mari knew exactly what it was. She was familiar with age regression, and explained to her that it was alright. The group didn't know exactly what Aubrey's home life was like, but they knew it wasn't very good. So Mari assumed it was likely due to whatever went on in Aubrey's house.

🩷Mari, as per Aubrey's wishes, promised not to tell anyone about her regression. And she kept that promise; though she assured her that no one in their group would judge her <3

🍀So she kept it a secret for a few years, until one fateful day at around twelve years old, she started feeling that familiar feeling which told her that she was regressing. Basil and Sunny were with her at the time, as Mari couldn't come (Piano lessons), Kel and Hero were both sick, so that left Sunny, Basil and Aubrey alone.

🩷Basil and Sunny could tell that something was up, but dudn't push it. They continued walking, noticing how Aubrey had been pretty quiet. Yeah. That quietness was her being regressed and attempting to hide it. Sunny recognized her regression after a moment, as he was also familiar with it! He told Aubrey that he knew, and she practically lit up like a light (/positive).

🍀Basil overheard them, and, much to her and Sunny's surprise, he also knew what it was. He was a little nervous, but wanted to help her! So they went over to the park, played a bit, and things just kinda went on from there.

🩷Basil became her primary caregiver, with Sunny and Mari babysitting at times. Basil really enjoys taking care of Aubrey when she's regressed! He was nervous and anxious at first, because he's never taken care of a kid before! But he did just fine, much to his relief.

🍀Basil likes to garden with Aubrey. He got her one of those kiddie garden sets, with kids gloves, kids outdoor toys, ect, and she likes to help him when regressed. She can't really do that much while regressed, but she can hand him stuff and watch! Often times she'll talk about her day to him, about her interests and everything. Basil loves listening to her, and gladly lets her help him.

🩷Basil's great at playing with her! He's not very good at sports, due to a lack of practice (and interest), but he'll play sports with her if she wants to do so! Most of the time they'll just color or go to the park. If the ice cream truck's outside, then they like to go get ice cream then play outside together! Aubrey likes playing with chalk and playing hopscotch. When it rains they'll either play inside, coloring and watching TV and playing with various kids toys that Mari and Sunny generously let her borrow, or they'll go outside and jump in the puddles!

🍀Aubrey opens up to Basil about her home life, how her mom isn't awake a lot unless she's drinking or working, how it's messy and smells bad... Basil helps her through it, holding her close and playing with her hair as she vents to him. He'll make sure she has her stuffed animals and anything else she may need. He's not the best cook, but can make her something yummy to snack on.

🩷Overall, Basil's a really good caregiver to Aubrey. They're very close, and Basil's always there for her.

🍀🩷🌻

[desi2go]

What do the perfect dates look like?

What would the Stray Kids members do with you?

Pairings: Stray Kids x reader

Warning: fluff

Author's note: I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update. These days I'm really stressed and need to focus on my A-level. Anyways, HAPPPY BIRTHDAY FELIX 💕 if you have any requests, just ask ;-)

~~ Bang Chan ~~

Chan loves the nature. Especially the ocean and everything that has to do with water. So, when it's warm, you to like to go to a sea. A beach date is for Chan the best, because he loves you and the sea. Whenever you have the time, you two spend the whole day at the beach. Getting a tan, playing games and swimming is a must. Chan and you would do a swimming competition to find out who is faster. Of course it was Chan, but it was fun. After you were for hours in the water, you would lay on your towel, enjoying the sunny weather while you two cuddle. When the sun goes down, you walk along the water and watch the beautiful sunset.

It isn't a secret that Chan likes to cook. He often cooks for the other members. Sometimes, especially when it's cold outside or the weather is bad, you adore to cook together while listening to music. Most of the time, Chan will cook because you can't cook well and the chance of you getting burned is really high.

~~ Lee Know ~~

Minho likes the autumn, so whenever you two find time, you would walk around and enjoy the nature. Autumn symbolises wealth and abundance. This is exactly how he feels around you, filled and richly endowed.

Minho and you adore the cool air and all the bright colours in the nature. You would stroll through the rustling leaves, holding each others hand to keep them warm.

You also like to do Movie dates with your boyfriend and his three cute cats. Usually he would let you pick the Movie while he gets some snacks from the kitchen. After placing a blanket on your laps, he would cuddle with you. It will not take long until his three sweet cats will jump on your laps, purring and ready to be pet.

~~ Changbin ~~

I think that Changbin would go to a good bar with you. Grabbing a drink while talking to you about the day. If a stranger would ask you out, he'll just watch and be amused because he knows that you can handle it on your own and even if the person is very intrusive, he will be there and protect you.

When he sees you humming to the melody of a song, he would ask you, if you wanna dance. He knows that you love to dance with him, so you agreed with a big smile. He twirls you around the little dance floor, laughing and giggling.

Like Lee Know, he would also do a Movie Date with you, but he loves to watch scary movies with you even though you were a little bit scared. But you know, he'll protect you, if a big bad monster would try to eat you. Maybe that's why he is training so hard at the gym?

~~Hyunjin~~

Hyunjin loves to be around you. You inspire him like you're his muse. Every time you to are together he gets so many painting ideas. In the summer, he loves going on a picknic date with you. You're also interested in art, so every time you have a date outside, you would bring your art supplies with you so that you two could paint together.

In this time you don't much, only a few sentences. Just enjoying each others presence and being inspired by it. After you finished your paintings you showed then to one another and exchange them so that you have sweet little memories you can look at in the future. On the side you feed each other the food you brought with you.

When the weather isn't that good, you go to a museum, looking at the famous art. You two try to guess what the artist meant and wanted to express with that painting. What was a serious game at the beginning became more and more silly by your jokes. Most of the time, you ended up creating funny and chaotic stories while you laughed out loud.

~~Han~~

On a day off, Han would take you to your favourite Café. It was very hidden and in a quieter area of the city so that you could go there without worrying that someone will recognise your boyfriend. On the way there, he told you proudly his new jokes that he came up with. You laughed because most of them made no sense at all.

In the Café, Han would order you an iced coffee with a piece of strawberry cake, your favourites. He ordered himself a big piece of cheesecake and chocolate cake. You shake your head amused because he was like a black hole. You could feed him so much and he would still be hungry.

In the winter, you two love to go skating. At first you were insecure because you never tried ice skating before. You stood there, shaking and trembling. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was because you feared to fall. Han just smiled and pulled you on the ice. You clawed at him tightly, not wanting to fall. But after you overcome your fears, you loved skating, especially with Han.

~~ Felix~~

Whenever you two have time, you like to spend the whole night on a field, looking at the stars. Laying in each others arms on a soft blanket has become a habit for you two. You adored the mild summer air while you only listen to Felix's heartbeat.

I think Felix loves to bake brownies with you. You two will challenge each other to see who bakes the best. While you mix the ingredients, you dip with your index finger into the flour. "Hey Felix!" You shout. Immediately, Felix turned around. Quickly you brush over his nose and spread the flour. You chuckle when you notice his confused look.

He brushed over his nose, looking at the flour, then looking back at you. He grabs some flour and walked to you. You run through the kitchen while you were hunted by your boyfriend. At the end of the day, the bake date turned into a merciless flour battle.

~~Seungmin~~

He will take you to a walk through the city or a park. He doesn't plan where you two are going, just being spontaneous. Whenever you see something interesting, he notice how your eyes shine and will go with you into the store or cafe.

He will hold your hand the whole time and brush slowly over your fingers. A short walk turns sometimes into a four hours or more walk. Your boyfriend and you loved to watch the sunset on a park bench while you lay your head on Seungmins shoulder.

After that walk, you often go to the little restaurant, that you discovered on a walk. It's small, but the food is great and the service excellent. Seungmin loves the little things like sitting in that restaurant and admiring your wonderful body, your face and that sweet, gorgeous smile you give him.

~~I.N.~~

At the first few dates you two ever had, Innie was so nervous. It was the first time he ever dated someone therefore wreck. He stumbled over his words and played the whole time withe his accessories to calm himself. After some time the nervousness faded away and made room for the incredible love for you and the comfort around you.

I think that Innie would love to go to a karaoke bar with you. Of course he'll sing some Stray Kids songs to impress you. But on the other hand, he'll sing with you funny songs, joke around and be totally silly. He loves to hear you laugh that's why, he will choose the strangest songs. On the other side, he'll adore every tone you sing and will compliment you for your voice and how good you can sing.

[polaroid-petals]

Stranger has the fluffiest hair in headspace, discounting Basil. Silky smooth, it’s light and soft, and it has an earthy aroma much like charcoal. It is slightly wispier than the rest of his ghost body, giving one the impression that it is weightless and eludes gravity, and it follows a slight gradient towards the tips despite being black as the night. On good days, when Stranger is particularly happy and the sun hits him just right, you may find sparkles in his locks that match his starlight-freckled blush.

While his hair doesn't require a lot of attention, Stranger does put in the work to take good care of it. It’s not so rare to find him at the hot springs working in all sorts of creams, balms, and shampoos to give his hair that extra little flair, and it pays off in it being even softer and smoother. It even seems to be immune to getting tangled, but don’t think that’ll keep Stranger from frequently brushing it.

If you ask nicely, you may touch it—just be careful not to stroke his ego alongside his luscious locks.

Unsurprisingly, Stranger quite enjoys anything to do with the hot springs. Nothing goes above a midnight visit to the rocky area where he spends hours simmering his sometimes frigid spectral body in the warm water and seeking out new ways to spoil himself. He's asked the Dreamer to research skin care and hygiene products so that he may improve his routine in the dream, even though it's rather futile as the ephemeral nature of his body means that most smells and products will have wafted off into nothingness only hours after he applied them. His hair seems to be the exception, holding on to its post-washing texture for days despite reclaiming its charcoal smell rather swiftly.

Omori often gets invited to join in on these bodily rituals. He thinks Stranger is stupid for it, but after seeing just how much he enjoys it when Omori assists with all these routines, he grew into the idea of helping out with Stranger's beauty routine a little more. Even if he thinks it's all just a con to get Omori clean.

A ghost can dream, and if his hobbies include softening his skin for a few hours, then who's to stop him?

Omori's hair, on the other hand, is so dark because it's one block of grease. Don't try to brush through it, the hairbrush and your wrist will perish. It's a surprise that his scalp doesn't smell that badly, but you probably don't want to bury your nose in his hair after a long period without any bathing. That boy's scalp is a weapon of mass destruction and could sell for millions on the black market for how much oil you can forage from it.

It's actually airier and fluffier when it's been freshly washed, and Stranger does his best to take Omori to the hot springs at least once a week to keep him clean, but it's an uphill battle against Omori's hair follicles, one that Stranger doesn't always win. That, and he gets bitten if he bothers Omori too much about his hygiene. Still, Stranger is one of the rare people who is allowed to touch Omori's hair, if he really must—and he uses every opportunity he gets to try to pluck the bugs out of his hair.

(The other is Sunny, whose little hairclips and accessories, which he leaves behind in Omori's short locks after a session of playing around with his hair, Omori happily keeps around.)

Surprisingly enough, Omori doesn't absolutely abhor these baths. In fact, the hot springs are one of his favourite areas to hang around, as he is drawn to the heat of the water and the tranquillising effects of the waterfalls clattering on his skinny shoulders. He can easily be bribed to tag along for a relaxing swim, and once he has melted, he'll let Stranger wash his hair and give him a quick go with soap and a sponge while he's at it. Maybe even use a soft brush to untangle his messy mop.

He claims to hate it, but his softened muscles and his mild temper for a few hours afterwards say otherwise. As such, it's one of Stranger's favourite ways to pamper Omori.

[pearlywritings]

The little chaser

synopsis: your son likes chasing and catching crystal flies now, and giving their cores as gifts brings him joy.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons

tw: pure fluff, domestic moment

word count: 2k+ words

author’s note: just a small something my brain came up with when I was thinking of Rufus loving bringing different trinkets from his outings to his parents, whenever one of them or both stay home.

Family AU masterlist

"Ma, ma! Do you think dad will like it?" Rufus appears next to you almost as if out of thin air and extends an open palm to show you a crystal fly core. "I caught a big one!"

"Oh, firefly,” you smile and brush your fingers through the thick mane of crimson hair, which somehow always manages to look decent, “I am sure he'll love it." 

“Yeah??” Red eyes widen and stare at you in a hardly contained excitement, to which you hum in confirmation, giving him a firm nod. Giggling, your son plops on the grass near you and, holding the gleaming piece tightly to his chest, falls head first on your thigh, disturbing his twin, who's been peacefully napping on your other hip.

The little boy lifts his head and starts owlishly blinking, which, paired with his hair messily hanging from a ponytail, creates such a cute image that you can't help but laugh softly. How can you not, when your baby looks like a little owlet with ruffled feathers? His father looks the same almost every morning and the fond reminder makes your heart swell with adoration.

"Wha- wha's happenin'?" He reaches to rub on his eyes, ridding of the remnants of his nap. Your fingers gently tug on his shirt, that rearranged itself on his shoulders, smoothing the fabric and running knuckles against his rosy cheek.

"Nothing, Lu, I just caught a crystal fly, look!" Your older son reaches a hand back over your legs to show his brother a sparkling thing clasped tightly between his small fingers. Lucas finally blinks the sleep away and now stares at the core mesmerized. Rubies of his orbs twinkle with awe and mouth falls agape.

"Woooooow…so pretty! Did you really catch it!?"

"Yes, I did! Wanna one?"

"Yes, yes, I do!"

You watch your sons roll off of you and then some more on the ground and think of poor maids who are going to wash the grass stains from their white shirts later. Their little masters could care less though at the moment, getting back on their feet and, at least, dusting their shorts.

"Mama," Rufus turns to you with a serious expression and then reaches to hand the crystal core over, "please keep it while I get one for Lu. Oh! Do you want one?"

"Maybe another time," you smile, accepting the little treasure that'll soon adorn your husband's desk. "We are going back soon, so don't take too long, alright?" Just as the words leave your mouth two sets of identical eyes turn from gleaming with joy to sad.

"Alreaaaady?" They whine almost in one voice and you have a hard time resisting these cute pleading faces, with puffed up cheeks and puppy eyes. If it was Diluc here, he’d probably have a much harder time resisting his little balls of mischief. But mama owl in you knows better.

"We've been out the whole day. I bet papa misses you two already. Plus it's going to get dark soon, we better be on our way before sunset."

"Alright…" begrudgingly they eventually sigh in defeat and then, realizing they have little time, disappear almost as if whisked by the wind.

To think of it, the wind has been almost non-existent today. Thanks Barbatos, it hasn't been too sunny and heat hasn't really bothered any of you. But then again the summer days go by and autumn approaches, which means the evenings get chiller, so you hope the boys do hurry up with the elemental creature. It'd be great to get home without as much as even starting shivering.

Soon Lucas indeed returns back to your side and climbs into your lap with back facing you.

"Ma, hair almost got caught in a bush…" he quietly complains and you nearly give yourself a facepalm - letting your boy go running around with messy hair, how smart of you.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll fix it," the ribbon comes undone and the twin grips it in his tiny fingers - he knows you need both hands to deal with his hair. A brush appears in your grasp - with how active your sons are, having it with you is a must, - and start working on the nest, turning the bird's home into a flowing river of fire. Lucas doesn't even fidget, only humming something under his nose and looking ahead, to where his brother is slowly approaching three anemo crystal flies, floating in the air almost lazely. The height is perfect for Rufus to grab and there is only a couple of feet separating the little hunter and his prey. The redhead has such a concentrated look on his face, that he looks almost adult-serious, each step and movement is coordinated and measured - he has an important mission after all.

You lift your gaze when Lucas claps his hands with a giggle, watching a single crystal fly speeding away, desperate to save its life. His older brother lifts both hands in the air, grinning victoriously.

"Mom, I caught two!" With the triumphant cry the boy sprints to you, eager to present his trophies. Lucas holds his palms together when Rufus bends to drop one gleaming core to him. Absolutely stunned, he is now twirling the little treasure, watching how light is playing on its edges, completely forgetting about everything surrounding him. Meanwhile your oldest turns to you and offers you the second one, equally beautiful and shiny. With a wide smile he watches you put the brush aside and take the gift. A gleeful squeal then erupts from his mouth when you hug him and press to your side, kissing under his chin.

"Thank you, Ru," butterfly kisses against his skin are like caresses of the crystal fly wings, and the boy keeps giggling and squirming in your hold from the ticklish sensation, kicking his feet and holding onto your arm.

"You, hehe, like it? Ahaha, stooooop!"

"Of course I do. Maybe I'll make a necklace later," you stop your loving attack and hum in thought and the idea seems to catch Lucas' attention. Suddenly he turns around and extends his hands with the core and his ribbon.

"Make me one, please!"

"Oh, why not," you quickly agree, letting Rufus go, only for him to drop onto his knees to catch his breath and collect himself, "But I want you two to gather things back into the basket while I am doing so. And put my and dad's cores there too."

Boys nod and, after Lucas scrambles back to his feet and his twin follows him a couple of seconds later, begin cleaning up. You effortlessly loop the ribbon around the "horns", tying a knot just in case and then one on the ends, making a simple trinket.

Your youngest looks purely happy with it hanging around his neck as the three of you are making your way back to the Winery. Rufus is absolutely pleased with himself for making his brother this elated and is telling you all about his hunting techniques, promising to teach his twin everything next time. Lucas eagerly nods, staring at his brother like he is a hero from the books the boy loves Adelinde or his parents reading him.

The fond look doesn’t leave your eyes, as you watch your babies interact. So similar, yet so different, but most importantly being each other's best friends. Somehow you are convinced that these boys will forever be getting along and adore each other, no matter how many stories exist of siblings getting in serious fights. You only hope they’ll stay these little happy balls of vermillion joy for as long as it is possible, playing, learning, exploring the world through the childish fantasies of theirs.

This sentiment you share with their father, whose eyes lit up affectionately and proudly whenever he watches Rufus and Lucas doing whatever. Just like now, as you spot him outside, not taking his eyes off of his sons, who started chasing each other among the rows of the wineyard, laughing and squealing, drawing the attention of the workers that remained to finish some work.

Diluc, with a shawl wrapped around his shoulders, is standing in the main doorway of the winery, shoulder pressed to the doorframe and arms crossed on his chest. Probably having noticed you three out of the window he came down to be the first one to greet his family back.

The boys don’t notice him just yet, running around Tunner, making the old man helplessly smile and joke that they’re going to make him dizzy. You use this opportunity to approach your husband, putting the basket to one of the benches nearby, and stepping into his embrace right after.

“Hello, my flame,” his voice is hushed and a little bit hoarse, red strands tickle your cheek as his chin comfortably rests on top of your head.

"Hi, love," you softly murmur against his collarbone, snuggling to him with arms wrapped around his waist. "You good?"

"Mhm," the hum vibrates in his throat, arms squeezing you a little bit tighter. "You?"

"Couldn't be better. Are you cold?"

"...yes, a bit. It'll pass soon."

Being an owner of the Pyro vision your husband's body was far warmer than a normal person's should be. But that's only if he has his vision with him, and you don't notice it on his hip this time, meaning he left it somewhere within the house with his body heat returning to an adequate degree. When it happens it always makes him a bit receptive to the chill around if there is one, fortunately, it's just for a few moments.

"Well... It always can be helped by the snuggle session with me and our boys," you suggest and feel Diluc nod against the top of your head.

Turning in his embrace you search for two red heads and quickly spot them on the other end of the wineyard, observing a crystal fly, whose wings barely touch the green leaves of the grapes. You know what is going on inside their heads, but you'll have to ruin their fun. Sorry, boys, but that's enough hunting for today.

"Sounds good to me. By the way, I let the maids go earlier today. Tomorrow is going to be very busy," oh, your man is too kind and caring, and that's one of the reasons you love him dearly.

"This is perfectly fine, love. I'll cook dinner today, not a problem at all."

"Ru! Lu! Come home, babies!" Raising their heads the twins lock eyes with you and Diluc. Then they glance back at the elemental being and even from the distance you can see them sighing in disappointment before trotting to you.

"We could catch it!" Rufus complains, attaching himself to dad's leg almost immediately, hugging him in greeting.

“They became obsessed with these,” your words bring a small, but indescribably warm smile on Diluc’s face, who didn't miss the scene. No doubt he thought about the times he and Kaeya used to do the same, chasing crystal flies and bringing collected cores to Master Crepus so he could turn them into something beautiful.

“But they are pretty…” Lucas sighs, fidgeting with one around his neck. “Right, dad?” He even lifts it a little to show his father, which reminds Rufus of his present. He starts searching for the basket until you point to the bench and he runs to get it.

“Right, Lu,” Diluc nods, keeping one arm wrapped around your shoulders and bringing the other to run fingers through his son’s hair. “It’s so unusual to see him with hair down,” he quietly admits and you chuckle, understanding what he means.

“Bet Tunner couldn’t even guess who is who today.”

“Undoubtedly.”

"Pa!” Rufus finally returns, holding a core with both of his hands. “That's for you! I caught it myself."

“You did, didn’t you?" The softness in his gaze and the easily perceptible adoration in his voice makes you weak in the knees, but you manage to stay put. "Tell me all about it.” 

A swift movement and the twins are resting in their dad’s arms, who steps back into the winery, having decided that’s enough of standing outside. Quickly grabbing the basket you follow them inside, glancing at the third core resting among all the items you brought to the stroll.

You make a mental note to find a small chest for the twins to store these, because, if Diluc’s stories of his childhood are something to take into consideration, there are going to be dozens of cores in the near future. Well, it can’t be helped if the game is to their liking. Most importantly your crystal flies chasers have their fun.

taglist: @sleep-deprivedracoon

[theteasetwrites]

Go With the Flow

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 3/4 Interim (The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning series) ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: menstrual blood, period, mentions of malnutrition/starvation, mild swearing ❧ Word Count: 5.2k

❧ Summary: Daryl doesn't know much about women. When you have your first period since the two of you got together, he's not so sure what to do for you, but he'll try his very best, that's for damn sure.

❧ A/N: Another oneshot from The Beginning universe! This one takes place during the prison era, after the Governor's first attack but before the incident with Jerome (see chapters 23-24). I wanted to write Daryl going on a little adventure to find period products for his gf. I also just know he would be so good to her. Oh, and I included Glenn and Tyreese too! I never see people writing about Tyreese, so I wanted to have a fun little mission with those guys. Also shout out if you can detect the subtle (or not so subtle?) It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia reference lmao.

Just a few weeks after the Governor had been defeated, and what was left of his former community sought shelter with your group at the prison, you’d begun keeping track of time again.

Your journal had been sitting at the bottom of your pack for a while, but with renewed hope and the beginning of what you believed would be a period of relative peace, you decided there was no better time to begin again. After all, if your group was trying to rebuild some kind of civilization, someone would have to write it all down, right?

When night fell and all the day’s duties of repairing and revamping the abandoned prison were done, you lit a few candles to illuminate the pages of your journal as you wrote, sitting snuggled up in bed and waiting for Daryl to return from his watch.

Trying to get the hang of writing again was difficult. It’d been so long since the simple act of holding a pen was an everyday, monotonous task instead of a luxury. You felt a calmness settle in your bones, realizing that just a month or so ago, you were on the road, foraging for berries and wondering which day would be your last. For once, the world of the dead felt completely removed from you, behind that sturdy fence. Maybe you’d never have to see blood again, you wondered, but of course, that was a little too optimistic.

Just then, in the middle of your musing, a dull pain seared in your abdomen. “Oh, God,” you mumbled, reaching down to rub your hand over your stomach. More uncomfortable strains developed there, and soon your back and thighs began to ache as well.

Your first fear was sickness, something akin to the flu. There was a bad cold that had gone around your group during the winter, but you had had that, and this was different. Then, there was the brief drop of your heart in your chest when you considered the fact that you could be pregnant. Granted, you and Daryl had been quite careful, always using some sort of protection or intervention to keep you from meeting the same fate as Lori.

Still, it was always a possibility, one that terrified you. Perhaps you wanted a baby with Daryl. He was sweet with little Judith, and someday, maybe when the prison would be safer, you’d like to consider the possibility with him, but not now. Certainly not now.

Your fears worsened when you noticed a tenderness in your breasts that night, and when the pain in your abdomen got worse, you gently cried into your pillow, sure to do so before Daryl came to bed. But then, you realized what it really must’ve been, though the phenomenon had, mercifully, avoided you for so long: period.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. “That’s what it is.”

When you reached down to allow your fingers to graze underneath the front of your underwear, dark streaks of brownish crimson coated your fingertips. There was a sense of relief to this revelation. For one thing, you weren’t pregnant. That in itself was a cause to celebrate. Not only that, but finally, your body was healthy enough to start menstruating again. A year of constant near-starvation and malnutrition was what kept away the crimson tide for so long. Now, you were finally eating enough to kickstart the cycle again, but then again, the whole ordeal was, for lack of a better word, a major pain in the ass.

You rose from your bed quickly, lifting your nightshirt to examine your underwear—stained. You grabbed the nearest pair of pants, Daryl’s, to put on, and fast walked to Maggie’s cell in the hopes that she’d have something to help you, though you were already incredibly close to Maggie, and you knew she hadn’t had her period in almost a year either.

“Maggie,” you whispered from beyond the curtain of her cell, hoping you wouldn’t interrupt any intimate moments between her and Glenn. “Maggie,” you whispered again, with more insistence and frustration. “I need your help.”

A shirtless and half awake Glenn pulled back the curtain. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to find your face. “(Y/N)?” he asked. “You okay?”

You peered over his shoulder, trying to find your other friend in the darkness behind him. “I’m, uh… Where’s Maggie?”

Her face was soon illuminated by the light of the lantern she’d just lit. She sat up in bed, eying you with concern, and pulling a confused face at the baggy, holey jeans you were wearing. “Hey,” she said. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I just…” You looked between Glenn and Maggie. “I’m really sorry for waking you, but… Maggie, do you have any…” You mouthed the word tampons, in the hopes she’d be able to read your lips.

You knew that periods were nothing to be embarrassed about, as they were a natural part of life and a simple fact of owning a uterus, but you also knew men could be very squeamish about the whole ordeal. It was silly, since Glenn was like your brother, but force of habit told you to always expect men to be unforgiving and immature in regards to a woman’s period.

“Oh,” replied Maggie. “Um, I don’t… Haven’t started mine again yet.”

You nodded solemnly. “D-do you think anyone else might have them?” The longer you stood there, the more you feared you’d bleed through Daryl’s jeans. Not that they hadn’t been covered in blood before, but these ones were freshly laundered.

“Maybe some of the Woodbury folks?” she said.

In the darkness of the prison, you went on a brief mission to interview the few Woodbury women you had met, all of whom were either no longer having periods or hadn’t had the time to pack their pads and tampons before making the move to the prison. You were out of luck, and there was definitely no way of finding any female sanitation products in a former men’s correctional facility. No, it was clear—a run needed to be made.

In the meantime, you’d scurried off to the bathroom to create a makeshift pad out of toilet paper, layering several pieces of the one ply sheets along the crotch of your underwear, which had already become soaked through with menstrual blood, and the inside of Daryl’s jeans hadn’t been spared. “Shit!” you said to yourself. You felt like a twelve year old again, experiencing your very first period at school and leaking through your favorite beige corduroy pants. You remembered a few of the older boys making fun of you, calling you “Carrie” and making jokes about staying as far away from you as possible. You tried to laugh along, but it hurt.

With your lover’s jeans around pooled around your ankles and your underwear halfway up your thighs, you leaned against the open bathroom stall as you tried with all your might to will away the horrific cramps that had come back with a vengeance.

Your brief period of contemplation was interrupted by a heavy push of the door as some unseen person entered the room. Your eyes darted open as you quickly latched the stall shut, intending to preserve your dignity.

You couldn’t see the person’s shoes, but when you heard the sound of pants unzipping, then the loud stream of urine hitting the porcelain of the urinal, you knew it was a man.

And when he let out a short, familiar grunt, you knew it was your man, making his usual stop in the bathroom before he would head to your cell for the night.

You sighed and felt a bit of relief—at least it wasn’t just some guy, and you were in need of a bit of comfort.

“Daryl,” you peeped quietly, still locked in the stall.

He lifted his gaze from the urinal, and he wondered at first if maybe he was so tired that he was imagining your voice, but when he turned to see your fuzzy pink slippers in the stall, he knew you were really there.

“(Y/N)?” he asked, a slight chuckle to his gruff, tired voice. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Nothing,” you answered, still holding your head against the stall door. “I don’t feel good.”

He tilted his head and sighed, getting slightly worried now. “What’s wrong?” You were silent for a moment, until you doubled over in pain, holding your belly as another cramp hit.

“Ah,” you hissed.

He came closer to the stall, zipping up his pants. “Why don’t ya come out,” he said. “You got me worried now.”

Unlatching the lock, you pulled back the stall door slowly to reveal your uncomfortable state. Bloated, bleeding, and about ready to pass out from the pain.

In your emotional turmoil, you stepped forward to fall into his arms, squeezing him tight and breathing a big sigh into his neck. He didn’t hesitate to hold you, rubbing your back up and down. The warmth of his abdomen touching yours soothed your pain for a moment, but the cramps were too strong. You’d suspect it would only get worse, since usually the second day of your period was the worst.

“I started my period,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “My cramps are so bad… I—I don’t even have any pads or anything. I feel awful.”

He turned to face you, a little confused. He had just assumed you’d been having periods since he’d known you. He didn’t know when, or how you dealt with them, but he just assumed you did. After all, he didn’t know much about periods—he grew up with one brother and a dad who didn’t care enough about women to tell Daryl anything about them. His mother died when he was five years old. You were, in general, the first woman he’d ever known so well. Sure, he’d had meaningless drunken trysts with random women before, but he hardly remembered any of that, and besides, he only knew those women for approximately one night. Not enough time to figure out their menstrual cycles.

“You ain’t been havin’ ‘em?” he asked.

You furrowed your brow and scoffed, irritated by the assumption. “No, Daryl. Don’t you know anything about periods?”

He should’ve, he knew that, but he didn’t. He hadn’t had the time to figure that out, not with everything else he’d been doing. Still, he knew that, as a man who loved a woman, he should know everything about her, including her cycle.

“I’m an idiot,” he said bluntly. “Sorry, I—I don’t know nothin’.”

You sighed and rubbed your head, trying to not lose your patience. The pain of the relentless cramps was really getting to you, and the uncomfortable pooling of blood on the flimsy makeshift pad made you even more irritable. You could feel the blood flowing out of you.

“You’re not an idiot,” you said. “I’m sorry, I…” You searched his face to see if he really didn’t know anything about periods. He didn’t, you could tell. Daryl was not an idiot, like you said, but there were things he didn’t know. He could learn easily, picking things up very quickly, but education had failed him in many ways. Growing up in the rural south in the 1970s and 1980s didn’t help much—biology wasn’t top priority, especially not women’s biology.

“When… women are malnourished,” you said, “our bodies go into, like, survival mode. That affects our cycle, and we sometimes don’t have periods because our bodies are working hard to do other things, so it gets put on the back burner until we’re getting more nutrition again… Does that make sense?”

You were a librarian, not a doctor, so you didn’t have an expert-level grasp on the whole thing, but you knew that was why you hadn’t had your period in so long.

“Uh, yeah,” he said. “I think so… Why’re you wearin’ my pants, though?”

You laughed as you followed his gaze to his ripped jeans hanging on your body. “Oh… They were the closest pants I could find. Sorry, I think I might’ve, um… There might be a little blood on them. I’m really sorry, honey. I’ll clean them.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay, there’s blood on all my clothes.”

“It doesn’t gross you out?”

“Does it look like anythin’ grosses me out?” he asked. “‘Sides, nothin’ about you is gross. Not even your—”

He stopped himself before he said the first thing that came to mind: pussy blood.

“I just wanna take care of you,” he continued, cupping your cheek with his hand. “What do ya need, angel? I’ll do anythin’ for ya.”

Daryl was every woman’s dream man, that was for sure.

“Well, um… Would you mind maybe going on a run tomorrow? I mean, you don’t have to, but if you could get some pads or tampons, that’d really help me a lot. I’m kind of just free-bleeding right now.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that. First thing in the mornin’.”

You shook your head in disbelief. Maybe you were so used to having low expectations for men, but Daryl was a totally different caliber of man—he was a knight in shining armor, at least to you.

“Really?” you asked. “Are you sure? Is it too much trouble?”

He scoffed and kissed your forehead. “What kinda man would I be if I didn’t get my woman what she needs? ‘Sides, it’s the least I can do.”

You smiled and kissed his cheek, then wrapped your arms tight around his neck. “Thank you,” you said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

He tried his best that night to make you comfortable, laying down a towel in case you bled through his pants (which he let you keep on) to preserve your sheets. Your cramps were relentless, but soon you fell asleep, and in the morning, Daryl moved carefully so as not to wake you.

He did, however, gently kiss your forehead, which stirred you from your sleep. “Mm… Daryl?”

“Shhh,” he said, holding his finger to his lip. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back ‘fore noon. Promise.”

You awoke with a neediness that you were sure would soon morph into irritability, but all you could think about was him holding you a little longer.

“Okay,” you sighed, reaching out to hold his hand. “Thanks, again. You’re so good to me.”

He smiled and kissed your lips, innocently, but still passionately enough to elicit a heavenly sigh from you. “Just doin’ my job. I love you.”

“Love you, and be careful. Don’t get yourself hurt because of me and my uterus.”

He adjusted the pack on his back before lifting his crossbow with a grunt. “That’d be the best reason to get hurt,” he said, turning to peel back the curtain of the prison cell. Before he left, he turned once more, asking a rather important question. “What kind do I get?”

You furrowed your brow. “What kind?”

“Yeah, what kinda tampons? Or pads or whatever.” In truth, his grasp of the difference between the two was shaky at best.

“Oh, um… Super is fine.”

“For both?”

“Yes. Super absorbent.”

He nodded, trying to input that information in his brain. “Does the, uh, brand matter?”

“No, Daryl,” you laughed. “Whatever you can find. And if you can, bring a lot back, for Maggie and everyone else. As many as you can find.”

Thus, the mission was afoot.

He began tuning up his bike at dawn, making sure it was ready to go. He’d almost finished with his maintenance when he heard footsteps and a familiar presence coming towards him. He raised his head from his work to meet Glenn’s gaze. He was wearing his pack and his gear, all the things he took with him for runs.

“Hey,” the younger man said, raising his hand to wave at Daryl. “What’s up?”

“Not much,” replied Daryl, wiping his hands of the grease that had accumulated there. “Boutta head out. Quick run.”

Glenn’s eyes narrowed curiously. “Hey, me too. What are you getting?”

Daryl huffed. Glenn always liked to talk a lot more than he did. He liked the guy, though. He had to admit, when he first met Glenn, he thought you and he were together, and though Daryl didn’t outrightly know it, he was quite irrationally jealous for a short period of time. Now he was family.

“Woman stuff,” he said. “Tampons, pads… For (Y/N).”

“Ohhh,” replied Glenn. “That makes sense. She asked Maggie for some last night. Well, hey, I was gonna go out looking for some, too. I figured if (Y/N)’s starting hers then Maggie won’t be far behind. They… sync up.”

“Sync up?”

“Yeah. Anyway, we should combine forces.”

Daryl scoffed as he stuffed his red rag in his back pocket. “It’s an easy run. Don’t need more manpower.”

“Come on, think about it. Always good to have someone watching your back, and you’re not a strategist. You’re the muscle. Every mission needs brains and brawn… I mean, you have both but…” Glenn trailed off, fearing he’d make a fool of himself. “Anyway, let me help. Besides, I can't let you get all the glory.”

Daryl held up his hands, as if in slightly amused defeat. “Fine. You take the truck, I'll take the bike.”

“Cool.”

Just then, another, much bigger, figure emerged, coming towards Glenn and Daryl. “Hey, Tyreese,” said Glenn to the man. “What are you doing up this early?”

Daryl took note of Tyreese’s appearance—he, too, was dressed for a mission.

“Oh, uh, Karen needs some stuff,” he said. “She says her time of the month’s coming soon… Where are you guys going?”

Daryl’s eyes trained on Glenn, knowing what he was going to say. “No way,” he said. “Already two of us.”

Besides, neither of them knew Tyreese well. He’d just arrived from Woodbury, and though so far he seemed trustworthy, Daryl was a hard nut to crack when it came to being friendly towards “outsiders.”

“Think about it,” Glenn repeated. “I’m the brains, you’re the muscle, and Tyreese, you’re the…” He trailed off, trying to figure out a role for Tyreese within the group. “You’re the…”

“Wild card,” said Tyreese, a friendly smile cracking on his face.

“Yeah, sure. Wild card.” He turned back to Daryl. “So what do you think?”

“Think we’re burnin’ daylight,” he said. “Come on, let’s get back ‘fore noon. Ain’t got all day to sit and chat.”

Despite Daryl’s insistence that his original plan to raid the nearest Piggly Wiggly would suffice, Glenn drew up a new plan, which involved extensive coverage of several supermarkets, pharmacies, and gas stations within the surrounding area. This would account for a lack of pads or tampons at any one location, and would likely yield the highest bounty.

With Daryl leading the way on his bike, and Glenn and Tyreese following in the truck, the three men embarked on their mission, first going to the furthest destination, then planning on working their way back.

First stop was the pharmacy, in some little town on the outskirts of the county in which the prison was located.

It was a family-owned joint, with a pretty good padlock on the door and no signs of breaking in—that was good.

Glenn knocked on the glass door, then they waited for a minute or two, hoping any walkers inside would be attracted to the sound. “Nothing,” he said.

“All right.” Daryl opened the bolt cutters, ready to clip the chain. “Ready?”

Tyreese held his hammer high, and Glenn readied his knife. “Ready,” they both replied.

He snapped the chain and let it fall to the asphalt, then after one last moment to wait for any walkers to show themselves, they headed in.

Tyreese nailed two walkers who’d been holed up in the janitor’s closet, and Glenn made a beeline to the feminine hygiene section, with Daryl following close behind.

“Nice,” said Daryl, nodding as he chewed the inside of his lip. He found himself in a cluttered aisle with the two other men, standing dumbfounded as they examined the myriad of options presented before them.

No one spoke for a while, perhaps because they were each thinking of which products to get, or because they were too embarrassed to be the first one to say, “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

Finally, Tyreese spoke: “Ultra thin, maxi, super maxi, with wings, without wings, panty liners, overnight, regular, heavy flow… Damn.”

“And those are just the pads,” said Glenn. He gestured to the left, where the tampons were. “We got those too.”

Daryl chewed his lip, shining his flashlight back and forth over every feminine hygiene product on the shelf. He’d always been told women were complicated, though he hadn’t found that to be the case. They weren’t any more complicated than men, but maybe the only complicated thing about them was just how many goddamn options they had for tampons.

“We should get a little bit of everything,” said Daryl. “Maybe even take it all…” He re-examined the shelves, noticing a lot of empty space—it looked like the place had been looted before the chains were put on the door. “We’re gonna need to stop again.” He pulled a box of tampons off the shelf, and proceeded to open it to dump its content into his pack. “Don’t need the boxes,��� he said. “Takes up room. Dump ‘em.”

They did the same with the pads, and soon their packs were each halfway full of an assortment of pads and tampons.

There were three more stops, each yielding a sizable amount of pads and tampons, so much so that Daryl had to find some crates to fill up, once their packs became too overfilled.

Finally, the last stop was a small grocery store not too far from the prison. The closer they got to home, the more Daryl felt relief. He’d been worrying a little too much about you, slightly irrationally afraid that you’d bleed to death, even though he knew such a thing was impossible. He didn’t really like the idea of you bleeding at all though, so he simply couldn’t help but worry.

The last location proved particularly bountiful, with plenty of feminine hygiene products to choose from. Of course, they chose all of them, scooping the packages into their arms and dumping them into the crates, then taking them back out to stuff them in the remaining empty space of the bed of the truck.

Daryl dusted off his hands when he loaded the last of the crates into the truck. He felt accomplished, and quite satisfied with the mission. He wouldn’t have been able to bring back this much if it hadn’t been for Glenn and Tyreese, so he’d have to thank them later, when they got back home. Daryl had a self-enforced policy: never say thank you until it’s done, and they weren’t done yet—they still had to get back home.

“Hey, Daryl,” said Tyreese, helping to strap down the crates to secure them. “You think we’re gonna be heroes when we get back with all these things?”

Daryl scoffed as he jumped out of the bed, then turned to close the tailgate. “Think my woman needs somethin’, I get it for ‘er. Don’t gotta be a hero to do that.”

Tyreese exchanged a smirk with Glenn, and Daryl felt their interaction behind his back, until they broke out into mutual laughter, amused at the usually stoic man’s undying loyalty to you. “What’s so damn funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. Well, I think we’re heroes,” said Glenn. “Got our ladies their tampons.”

“And back before lunch,” added Tyreese.

“Yeah, well—” Daryl’s voice was interrupted by a snarl, as a small herd of walkers came lumbering forward, their rotting heads popping up from beyond the nearby hill seemingly out of nowhere. “Shit.”

Daryl hurriedly strapped on his crossbow as he spoke. “Let’s get outta here,” he said. “We’ll lose ‘em ‘fore we get back.”

“Right,” agreed Glenn. “Come on.”

Daryl hopped on his bike, starting it up and waiting for Glenn and Tyreese to start up the truck. He nervously tapped the handle of his bike, watching the dozen or so walkers stumble closer.

He heard the engine sputtering, struggling to come to life. “Come on!” he shouted back.

Glenn poked his head out the open window of the driver’s side. “It’s not starting!”

Daryl turned back to face the walkers, now within just a few yards. “Shit!” He removed the key from the ignition and hopped off the bike, grabbing his knife and quickly taking out a few walkers.

Soon, Tyreese was running out the passenger side door of the truck, hammer held high as he came to Daryl’s aid. “Shit, they came out of nowhere!”

“I know!” replied Daryl. “Glenn!”

“Working on it!” He was fiddling with some wires under the hood of the truck, frantically looking up every few seconds to make sure he was clear.

“Work faster!” Tyreese added. More walkers started to follow, and soon Daryl and Tyreese were surrounded, with Daryl’s bike close by.

With their backs pressed to each other, Daryl kicked a few walkers away to clear his path to his bike. “Come on,” he said. “Get on the bike.”

He wasn’t entirely sure how Tyreese would fit on the back of his bike (he’d only ever had you, Maggie, and Carol on the back, and Tyreese was quite a bit bigger than all of you), but it was the safest way to get out of the crowd.

The bike roared to life, and Tyreese nailed a few walkers in the head with his hammer as he climbed onto the bike. “Go!”

Daryl punched the gas pedal and zipped through the crowd, while Tyreese killed any walkers that got too close for comfort.

Luckily, the walkers hadn’t yet got to Glenn, who was still trying to get the truck to work when Daryl and Tyreese got to him. Hopping off the back of the bike, Tyreese looked back to see the small herd stumbling around a cage of propane tanks about a quarter of a mile away.

Tyreese looked between Glenn’s nimble, but struggling, fingers and the incoming herd. He quickly retreated to the passenger side door to locate the rifle they’d brought along, just in case. This was a “just in case” situation, he figured.

While Daryl shot his bow to take down the nearest walkers, Tyreese had another plan.

With most of the herd still lumbering around the tanks, he held up the rifle and aimed. Perhaps it was a long shot, but when a rather loud, slightly earth-shaking explosion nearly knocked all three men to the ground, it seemed to have worked.

“Holy shit!” yelped Glenn. Daryl only gaped in breathless confusion, having not even noticed the other man had grabbed the gun.

Only a few unburnt stragglers remained, with the rest of the herd now charred to a crisp and too weak to lift themselves from the flames of the burning wreckage.

“Damn,” said Daryl, holding his hand to his forehead as he blocked the sunlight from his view. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“Wild card,” replied Tyreese.

It was almost noon now, and you hadn’t bothered to get out of bed, except to replace your stained through underwear every once in a while, until you were down to your last clean pair.

The nice thing about the security of the prison, along with the basic necessities of having a roof over your head and walls to keep out the dead, was that you could sleep in much more than you could on the road. You supposed that if there was any time you could get your period, you were glad it was now.

Still, you worried when your watch struck twelve and Daryl still hadn’t returned. You made a promise to yourself to wait at least another half an hour before getting up to go looking for him. Your cramps only worsened in the meantime, and when he finally did pull back the curtain to your cell, he found you curled up in a fetal position, trying to find the most comfort possible in your terribly uncomfortable state.

“(Y/N)?”

Your head had been tucked under the covers, where you hoped to block out all sensory exposure for a moment. “Daryl?” you croaked. “Oh, I was starting to worry.”

You sat up with a hiss as another cramp surged through you. “God,” you huffed. “Worst cramps I’ve ever had… Did you happen to find any pads or tampons?”

He smiled a little, then you noticed what he was holding. He proudly held out an overflowing crate of all different types of pads and tampons, one that he’d made sure to reserve just for you when him and the others were unloading. Of course, it had your tea in it, too.

“Oh, wow!” you laughed. “That’s amazing! You didn’t have to get that much for me.”

He shrugged as he set down the crate by the bed, then sat himself on the edge to place his comforting hand on your thigh. “There’s plenty more where that came from. Glenn and the new guy, Tyreese, they helped, too. Was no sweat.”

You tilted your head with a glimmer in your eyes, the kind of sparkle only a particularly bewitching person could elicit. “You’re my hero.” He laughed in surprise when you flung your arms around his neck and brought him in for a tight hug. It felt so good to have him back, even if he was just gone for a few hours. It meant the world to have him by your side, comforting you, even if he didn’t know a thing about what you were experiencing. At least he was there.

“Ain’t no hero,” he said softly over your shoulder. Though he had to admit, it was quite nice to know you thought of him like that. “Told ya, I’d do anything for you. This is just a little thing… If you asked me to bring ya back the Holy Grail, I’d do it.”

You laughed and shook your head to face him, with your hands cupping his infectiously rising cheeks. His crooked, boyish smile changed the shape of his face so handsomely. His high, elf-like cheekbones fit perfectly in your palms, like they were made for you.

“The Holy Grail isn’t real,” you said.

“I’d make it real for you,” he said. “‘Sides… you’re my Holy Grail.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the predictable line. He was always saying stuff like that to you, even if he wouldn’t be caught dead doing it for anyone else.

“Okay, Casanova,” you laughed. “Hand me one of those tampons. My favorite pink panties are getting ruined.”

He huffed and turned to sort through the crate. “Love it when you talk dirty to me,” he said.

So Daryl felt accomplished, having risked life and limb for his true love, doing his part to make her just a little more comfortable. Maybe he didn’t see himself as a hero, but you’d dealt with men who could care less about such things, and be downright heartless when it came to the monthly plight of the woman. To you, he was so much better, and he’d proven that, not for the first time, and most certainly not for the last.

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