#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

[zorosgirlfriend]

Hellooooo, good day to youu! I hope you're doing well

can we get monster trio x long hair!reader🥹 imagine them just playing with your hair

tyty!!! have a good one <3

monster trio ~ !! Strands of Affection.

warnings: none.

masterlist and rules || have fun reading!

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy doesn’t even try to hide how much he loves your hair.

Whether you’re lying in the Sunny’s lounge or sitting next to him during mealtime,

The moment he notices your long hair flowing over your shoulder,

He's in it.

He rests his chin on your shoulder and starts playing with the strands,

Holding them up and saying things like,

“Whoa, it’s like rope! I bet I could swing from this!”

You raise a brow.

“Luffy, no.”

He grins and nuzzles into your hair anyway.

“It smells really nice though…”

Sometimes he randomly gathers it into a high,

Ridiculous ponytail and declares,

“I call this hairstyle: ‘Battle Mode!’”

You can’t help but laugh,

Especially when he sticks one of your hair ties on your head like a crown and says,

“You’re the captain now!”

He’s so soft with it too.

Absently stroking it while holding you close,

Rubbing his cheek against your head with the gentlest,

“Your hair’s warm…”

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro pretends he doesn’t care.

But oh,

The second you sit beside him,

Your long hair cascading down your back or brushing against his shoulder

He notices.

One time during a nap together,

Your hair draped across his chest.

He acted like it was a bother,

Grunting,

“Oi… your hair’s everywhere…”

But his hand?

Running slow and steady through it.

When you caught him braiding a few strands,

He scoffed,

“Tch. I was bored.”

You smiled.

“You did a good job.”

He looked away with the faintest blush.

“...Yeah, whatever.”

Sometimes when you're standing in front of him,

Talking to someone else,

He'll grab a piece of your hair just to feel it run through his fingers.

“Too long,”

He mutters.

“Could trip someone.”

But he keeps touching it.

Quietly,

Secretly enjoying the silkiness.

You once tied a little ribbon in your hair and Zoro tugged on it.

“Cute,”

He said under his breath.

Vinsmoke Sanji

Sanji is weak for your long hair.

Full-on heart eyes.

The first time he saw it cascading down your back after a shower?

He forgot how to breathe.

“Mon trésor… do you know what you do to me with hair like this?”

You giggled and turned around just as he gently reached for a lock.

“May I?”

You nodded,

And that was it.

Every chance he gets,

He’s either brushing your hair with the utmost care,

Running his fingers through it,

Or braiding little sections.

“You deserve the royal treatment,”

He says while humming,

Brushing your hair like it’s a sacred ritual.

Sometimes he kisses the top of your head and whispers,

“So soft… you’re so, so lovely.”

He’s obsessed with styling it too.

“One braid? Two? I was thinking maybe a loose bun for dinner, angel.”

He even shows you off proudly to the crew like,

“Look how stunning they are today, have you seen their hair? I did the braid!”

[mediumgayitalian]

Lee does not immediately suspect something when he hears screaming.

That's his bad.

He will make it abundantly clear in his defense that the core value of this camp is violence. That is It. Not safety, not training, not worship or hard work or discipline or anything. It's violence. Didn't get the last croissant at breakfast? Violence. Someone used up all the hot water? Violence. Someone got in close to your face and insulted your dead mother? Violence. Can't decide whose nail polish colour is more well suited to their outfit?

You guessed it.

Violence.

His cabin is not immune. In fact, the Apollo cabin may be technically from some perspectives worse than every other. It is a little known fact that the solid gold walls of hubris are, in fact, sound proofed, and yet the midnight trombone continues to echo gently and unkindly over the midnight breeze. So when he hears, one beautiful and sunny July afternoon, intense, bloodcurdling screaming echoing from his very place of residence, he thinks: ah. Someone has once again used Leanna's sheet music for target practice and she is responding with brute force. Good for her.

But then, of course, the screaming pitches up high enough that four windows shatter and his hearing starts to go, and he thinks, again, ah. And then immediately begins to sprint.

"Whatever you're doing, cut it the fuck out," he barks, sprinting up the porch, and then very quickly turns to the side to wheeze silently. "Leave him -- oh, for the love of the gods."

Fortunately, his youngest brother is not being teased or tortured or in any other such way bothered. Technically. Unfortunately, the brother who he should have been more concerned about is pinning said baby brother to the floor, needles shining in hand, shrieking, "Sit still! Sit still! I swear to the muses, asswipe, sit still or I am going to end up impaling your brain!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts --"

"I have not fucking done it yet!"

"Michael," Lee says, dragging a hand down his face, "watch your fucking language."

Michael bares his teeth. "He pestered me for twelve fucking days, Lee. He is getting his ears pierced or I am going to pierce him between the eyes from a hundred fucking feet."

"He's torturing me!" Will hollers, straining away. "He's -- sticking me like a pin cushion --"

"That is how piercing works you little shit --"

"I'm reporting you to child services!"

"Good! Call 'em now! It'll take them half a fuckin' hour to get here, I'll have lots of time to kick your ass!"

On one hand, Lee is Practically an Adult. He is seventeen whole years old. He can vote, if he chooses to break the law. Hell, in some countries he's legally allowed to kill people with no consequences.

"None of that is true," says Diana from her bunk, flipping a page in her magazine.

On the other hand, it is a truly beautiful day. He could just...leave. He could take a walk along the beautiful shoreline and reflect upon the days when he was an only child of a neglectful mother, blissfully lonely and unbothered. Oh, those were the days.

"Hold still!"

On the mysterious third hand, it is really kind of funny to watch Michael wrestle with a nine-year-old and lose.

"Move over," Lee says, walking over to his sister's bunk. She does, giving him approximately one square millimeter of space. Wow. She's feeling generous today. "Wager?"

"Twenty-six minutes at minimum," Diana says. She pats around until her hand hits maybe the massivest bag of sour gummi worms Lee has ever seen, shoving at least nine in her mouth at once. "And its uneven."

Lee reaches for a gummi worm. She kicks him in the spleen. He pulls his hand away.

"I'll take that. He's getting some leverage, I think he'll get them pierced in twenty-four."

"You're on."

They shake, then settle into observe. Diana passes him a set of rubber ear plugs, which he gratefully accepts just before Will screeches so loudly Michael's ear drums genuinely begin to bleed. At least he got closer, this time.

(It takes Michael twenty-two minutes and he somehow manages to pierce one ear twice. Lee accepts his gummi-worm winnings with grace and integrity and anything Diana claims otherwise is because she is a bitter sore loser who likes to start rumours and discredit his good name.)

(Obviously.)

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based on this and this drawing by @cometjuice

more cabin 7

[oldwritingm]

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)

[dandyroo]

please do not...!

contains: aventurine, jing yuan, moze, and sampo, and the things you absolutely can not do around them. (~120 words each) slightly suggestive in jing yuan's.

aventurine

please do not read him a book. when he's made his way onto the couch like a relentless cat, his body curled cozily while his hair rests underneath your aimless hand, do not offer to interrupt the silence by sharing the story you're reading. when your soft tone reaches his ears, and your hand idly scratches at his hair, aventurine might start to cry. the moment is just so soft and sweet and simple, and so unlike anything the man has experienced thus far. yes, he'd spend any amount of his money simply to preserve this time with you a little longer. you can safely bet that this will be a recurring thing.

jing yuan

please do not help him in the garden. when the rare day off is sunny and the breeze is just right, do not find your way outside as he repots his plants. it'll all be going well, just casual domesticity and the scent of earth around you, and then all of a sudden he looks up and just-- well, if a man could ovulate, jing yuan would be the first. the way you, his darling dearest lover, look with the slightest bit of dirt smudged on your brow, the muscles in your arm tensing as you push your trowel back into the soil, the slight sweat that breaks out across your forehead--by Lan's bow, he swears he could faint.

moze

please do not hold his hand. you're sure he's comfortable with your touch, despite his mysophobic tendencies--the tender kisses he leaves behind in the early morning, the gentle tug on your elbow before you run into something, the small hand on your back as you navigate crowds all assure you of such. but on a moonlit walk through a blossoming path, if your hand brushes against his, don't take it personally when he tugs it away and can't seem to meet your eyes. it's truly a shame the way the cover of his hood and the night sky hide away his heated cheeks. he'll mumble something about needing to be able to reach his weapon, or maybe he's worried he might've touched something that would get onto your skin, and despite the myriad of other ways that his body contacts yours throughout the day, you'll simply have to take his word for it. later, his pinky will drift over, shyly intertwining with yours. his gaze will be curiously fixed on anything but you, but he'll carefully gauge your reaction and file it away. for safety purposes, of course.

sampo

please do not smirk right back at him. sampo koski makes a big deal out of talking big game. he's always self-assured, he's always suave, he's always making sure you're flustered and he's on top. so when he's on one knee, placing a charming kiss to your hand and smirking right up at you through his pretty little lashes, don't look right back down at him with a cocky smile of your own. after all, wouldn't it be a travesty if the great sampo koski was caught off guard? he might just freeze right there, his cheeky grin falling slack and his eyes going wide while for once, he loses the upper hand. and how terrible for business would that be? yes, yes, you simply must think of his business, because if you were to do that, he wouldn't be able to refuse any counteroffer you make, no matter how ridiculous it must seem. and that would simply be a travesty. right?

[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.

[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

[silverskye13]

Question: What's the RnS casts' last meals if they got to pick?

(The major character death tag got me with the heebie jeebies, lol).

That MCD tag has a lot of folks by the collar it sounds like! Don't let it bully you!

Tanguish: It doesn't matter, as long as he's eating it with friends, but if he absolutely has to pick, he would ask Helsknight to make him something. It will probably be protein heavy, because that's how Helsknight is, but he wants to watch him make something he's proud of with his hands, and then savor it. He'll thank Helsknight profusely. He's a good cook. He knows he's a good cook, right? Keep cooking. Keep making things with your hands. It doesn't all have to be swords. Learn to bake bread. You keep saying you want to learn how. Wait, he's changed his mind. He wants his last meal to be bread, so Helsknight has to learn how. Please? He's allowed to change his mind right? It's his last meal, let him be a little selfish.

Helsknight: Nothing. He's too scared to eat. He might force himself to be brave and drink water, before finding a place to be alone and wait. He's holding his sword. He's too scared to eat. His stomach's in knots. Maybe if he watches hard enough, he can see death coming. Maybe he can still fight it. He's too scared to eat. He's meeting death with his eyes open and his mind alert. He's too scared to eat. He always heard there was supposed to be peace at the end. Why is he scared? Stop being scared. Please. He's hungry. He can't tell what he's hungry for. He's too scared. He needs to be alone right now. He doesn't want to die alone. He needs to hide. Coward. Coward. Don't hide. Face it. Face it. You're a fucking knight for helssakes act like one. His hands are shaking. He can't eat. Gods damnit.

Tango: Shoot you're kidding right? It's not that serious! You're serious? Don't-- with the face. Stop. It's fine. Uh. Something good. Aren't last meals for criminals or something? He hasn't done anything wrong. Uh. Sorry. You were asking a serious question. Steak and potatoes. Is that cliche? It sounds cliche. It sounds good though. Medium rare. Let him host the barbeque. Don't tell anyone, it's fine. Just as long as it tastes good. Don't overcook the steak. It'll be nice to see everyone together one last time. If they actually get together. Yeah they probably... Won't. They're all... Busy. Should he tell them? They would get together if he told them. ... He... Doesn't want that to be the reason they get together.

Welsknight: Gods, you're asking him like he's thought about this. This isn't supposed to be a problem he -- anyone -- has. This isn't how the world is supposed to work. What do you mean, just answer the question? It's his last meal! He's allowed to be a little angry! He's not even dying for something worthwhile. Gods. Gods. {huff... huff...} Is it stupid that he kind of wants cake? Something sweet and lighthearted to take the edge off. That's not really a meal but... Come on. He's having a rough day, alright? He wants cake. With fruit on top. Strawberries maybe. Strawberry shortcake, something that tastes like summer and hope. Make it a meal. He'll do hotdogs and chips and his stupid cake, and he'll have a sunny afternoon to do it in. Is that too much to ask for? A sunny afternoon? It's a part of his last meal. An important part. He needs something to hope for. Everyone does.

EB: Oh. Hmm. This is awkward. He doesn't technically eat, does he? That's kind of an organic thing, and he's a robot. Can he have a final wish then, instead? He wants to make a hive for his buzzers. Let them live in the Colosseum. It's alright if people forget about him. It'll take time -- his statue in the hall will be glorious. But they will. They won't forget the buzzers though. Not until they break down after long years in the hels heat. Not until theyre all gone and the hive gets taken down for taking up space and someone's precious time. Let the parts of him that loved to fix and build and be busy roam, until they can't roam anymore. Maybe this is the closest a helsmet can get to having a ghost.

Martyn: Oh damn, can he have anything? Get him something exotic and disgusting, probably. He wants to eat shark and crocodile and tiger meat, on a bed of fruits and vegetables he's never seen before, from one of those weird fantasy modpacks. He wants at least three courses, chop chop! It's his last day in hels you know! Make it good. No he's not bloody scared. It's a relief to finally be rid of you idiots, honestly! ... Yes m'lord? He's... Sorry. You can't order him not to leave sir. Can't really control that, can he? Don't look at him like that Red, come on. It's alright. We knew this would happen someday, yeah? Share this stupid meal with him? Please? Don't. Don't cry. Don't cry. You know he can't handle that. Please...

Red: ...... Ah. ......... If ye would... be so kind... as to bring him veal and wine. He would like... rice pilaf, and... peas and carrots. Have it sent to his cell. He would... Like to dine in peace. If ye could... Tell Martyn he has the night to do as he wishes. Suggest perhaps he go do something he enjoys. Tell him... Tell him... To take his time...

[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.

[kalied0skull]

woke up first thing i thought of was stevepop, fell asleep for another 3 hours, woke back up and the thought was still there

i feel like steve will call soda 'sweet boy' in moments when he needs him most. he adapted the nickname on accident from his mom, and he feels so stupid using it everytime, but—

when steve's drunk and needing to be hauled over to the bed, he'll laugh and hiccup and toss himself over to soda mumbling some "help m'out, sweet boy." and soda will do just that, leading him over to the couch or the bed and he'll slip off steve's work boots and get him comfortable enough to rest, and he'll ask him if he needs anything else n' steve will simply shake his head and pull soda onto the bed with him so he can sleep.

when steve's sick, hunched over the toilet and spewing out bile and feeling like death itself is weighing him down, soda will make his way to immediately grab steve what he needs. medicine and water set down on the counter, steve will smile at him and thank him with a "thank you, sweet boy," and soda will just laugh at him.

when steve is having a bad morning at the DX after a long night with dealing with his father, he'll wander over to soda and simply mumble "sweet boy," and soda will already get rhe memo to hold onto him. steve will slink his arms around his neck lazily and lean into him and just silently stand there, rocking on his heels so he can get the extra height in on his toes as soda rubs his back and mumbles little "are you okay?"s and "do you need anything else"s?

the rare moment when steve has a mental breakdown, soda is right there to see it. he doesn't hear a 'sweet boy', but he cant sense it's what steve needs. and god, is he immediately by his side in a heartbeat. grabbing his hands and whispering to him as steve shakes and sobs uncontrollably and huffs and growls as he tries to speak but can't. but his sweet boy is there for him, and it makes it easier for it all to pass.

say if, steve gets a letter from soda that he's off from tulsa, he doesn't know what to say. he doesn't know how to ask for his sweet boy in written words, that's not something he's used to. he doesn't know how to answer him. soda left him, n' he's stuck having to ground himself now. how the fuck is he supposed to do that?

or maybe steve's the one stuck out of tulsa, trapped in college with people he doesn't like doing school for a degree he don't want because his stupid father made him do everything his way. he feels so embarrassed that everytime he tries to write to soda, there's always some mention of "missin' my sweet boy." how corny is that?

steve could be stuck at home, getting belted and screamed at by his father, wailing on the floor in pain without tears—because he'll hit harder if he'll see yoy cry, dammit—and glass is biting into his palms and there's blood everywhere and his head is pounding and... and... fuck, why can't he be there?

soda's sent of to the war and all it does is piss steve off because they shouldn't not be together. they were supposed to stick together. and now look, his "sweet, loving boy" is off to go either kill men or get himself killed. isn't it ironic? how the most healing heart has to be the one sent off to get blood on his hands?

if they get to reunite, the first words that comes out of steve's trembling mouth are "my sweet boy," as he clutches onto that blonde hair that used to be so bright it could blind you on a sunny day. god, how it used to shine before all that light was taken away from them.

but anyways, he always thinks it feels quite silly, because you'd think a tuff greaser would pick a better nickname for his boyfriend like "babe" or something normal. "sweet boy" is a whole different realm of cringe.

but he loves him, him and his sweet boy

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Aether and Dew baby...

This follows Calida's timeline!

CW - Pregnancy, Mentions of past Traumatic Pregnancy (but this is a fluff post!)

It's been a good few years, now. Calida now a rambunctious teenager, the ministry settled down while there's no tours for a good while. It's comfortable! The topic comes up one night, Dew settled in the bed with Aether on their day off together;

"Firefly?"

"Hm?"

"Promise you won't bite me if I ask something?" An eyebrow raise but Dew promises. "How would you feel about another baby?"

"Another?" Dewdrop sits up a little, resting more on the headboard as he grimaces some. "I dunno, Aeth... Calida's was rough as is. I had her early, and all the complications, and just the mental side of it? I'm not sure... Why?"

"Just been thinking, that's all. Maybe something in the air, all the babies I've been helping deliver with the siblings. I dunno either. Just thought, maybe, it would be nice to have tiny feet running through the den again."

Dewdrop just chews his lip and nods, eventually going into silence before going to the bathroom suddenly. Closes the door and stares at himself in the mirror for a bit, so many thoughts racing. He doesn't realize how long it's been until Aether knocks to check on him, Dew opening the door and looking up, holding his breath.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"Let's have another. But on my conditions."

"What- Oh, okay! What's your conditions?" Aether can't help his tail wagging.

"We're gonna go talk to my therapist and double, triple, fucking quad check that this isn't just a breeding thing for you... A-and I only want you, or Phil, or- or just that really nice midwife you introduced me to at the Halloween party, Alexa... If... If I get pregnant again. No one else."

Aether just nods, taking Dewdrop's hand, leading him back to bed. "Those are all reasonable. I can call for an appointment in the morning. Sound fair?"

"Yeah... Sounds fair."

It's about two months worth of sessions, both privately and together, making sure that YES. They want this! Dew is mentally ready for this again, Aether isn't in some kink phase, etc. They even talk to Calida who's more than excited about a little sibling! Dewy gets off his testosterone and starts taking supplements, and circles his first heat for them to start trying. They keep everything quiet for a while, and even more months of failed attempts to conceive. It's about month four when Dew wakes Aether up, sitting on his lap with two positive pregnancy tests.

They're SO fucking excited but keep their expectations mellow. Dewdrop's health has much changed since Calida, plus they don't know if the egg will fully stay intact. Still, it is exciting for Aether to smell how fruity Dewdrop is. Constantly scenting him to see if there's any changes but also to cover the smell around the others. Every night Aether has his eyes full of stars and a gentle hand on Dew's stomach, whispering to Dewy what he sees, how small it is, but still so full of fluids and cells.

Two months, they agree to tell the others. It goes as they expect, excitement and extra affection, a ghoul pile that even Copia makes time to join.

"Have you started thinking about names or anything like that?" Sunny is laying her head on Dew's thigh, smiling SO wide.

"No, not just yet. Things can still change so we're waiting at least until near the end of the second trimester."

"Makes sense," Swiss chimes in. "Does Calida know?"

Aether is the one to laugh, leaning over. "That girl scared the birds away from how excited she got. She was the first to know."

Now, Dewdrop wouldn't trade Calida for the world. But he wishes he had this gentleness when he was expecting her. The kindness and a huge pack so that he doesn't have to strain and try to keep up, that he knew early, how accommodating everything's been. There's times he'll just hold his stomach and look in the mirror, so much deja vu of when he did it in hotel bathrooms while on tour. Speaking to Calida and telling her she was going to be the light of his life, and now he's doing it again. Just another piece for a puzzle he didn't know wasn't completed yet.

He's put on bed rest once more, too many high risks going on, and he starts eventually experiencing... Symptoms.

"What do you mean they're weird?"

"They're just fucking weird, Aether! Just, okay, tickle me."

He blinks. "You hate being tickled."

"I know! Just do it!"

He shrugs and does a little wiggle of his fingers before attacking Dew's sides and armpits. Listening to him squeal and laugh, grimacing and eventually - the TV turns on. Aether is staring at it while Dew catches his breath.

"See? Weird fucking shit! If I sneeze the lights turn on and off, when I get headaches my phone's battery dies, and like... It's so strange!"

Aether whistles a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh we're so having a quint."

"Huh?"

Aether looks him dead in the eyes, but a big goofy smile. "You're having magick surges. Little bit is reacting to you, and quintessence is a hell of a thing. Starts while still in the womb, my mother in the pit had almost the same things happening. Less technology and more of like, levitation. We're having a quint!"

Dew blinks before breaking into cries. "Woah, woah! What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm gonna look like a fucking watermelon you ass-wipe!" Hitting him softly but still crying.

Poor thing isn't even six months yet, but he looks like he's eight! Mumbling about his feet hurting, his legs more swollen than normal, cravings that are insanity to even be thought of. It's when he's in the nursery, tying ribbons on the crib when he gasps at a feeling, holding his stomach... It happens again.

He doesn't even get the full trill out before Cumulus and Mountain are RAMMING into that door.

"What's wrong?!"

But, he's smiling, beckoning them over. Takes both of their hands and puts it on his bump, shushing them every time they try to ask. There's a kick and their eyes go wide, Dew just as much. It's much softer than normal kicks, but that's to be expected from the egg sack still around them.

Then, finally, a gender reveal. Expecting a tiny little girl, Aether excited as he's always been a girl dad, adjusting some of the things in the nursery to match her.

"Teddy."

"Hm?"

Dew is playing with a tiny onesie, keeping his eyes locked on it. "What do you think of the name Starshine?"

"Starshine?"

"Yeah," his thumb going over the embroidered star on the onesie. "For our daughter."

Aether hums, thinking it over a little before he nods. "Yeah... Yeah, I like that."

He makes it to full term, after an agonizing day and a half of his water being broken and no dilation. Clutching to Aether and Mountain, Alexa between his knees to help course their daughter out. Mountain's fur is sticking up from the amount of electricity from Dew holding him, then with how hot he is. There's a bit of a power surge at the final push before the lights come back. Dewdrop sobbing as he dead weights against the two, staring at the ceiling but ears completely focused on Starshine's mad cries as she's cut from the sack.

Good god they though Mountain was furry? That poor girl is gonna need haircuts WEEKLY. Aether and Dew laughing a bit as they're holding this purple blob of fur, some soft white on her belly and in her ears. Hair blonde, just like Dewdrop's.

Mountain congratulating them and helping Alexa clean up a little while the new parents again bask in the afterglow with their new daughter :3

[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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[sturnswiftie]

Could you write a blurb about Matt and sunnys day when it’s her birthday and what he would do for her? Or maybe the other way around as well I think it would be cool to see how they differ

yes yes yes!!

matt is not great with birthdays. he and his brothers grew up without a celebration, so the most that goes down on that day is a few happy birthday texts exchanged in the group chat with chris and nick as well as with their mom.

so when sunny's birthday rolls around, he's secretly stressed about it for like a week straight. he's never understood the importance and festivities around it and lowkey sunny knows this, so she makes sure to tell him she "doesn't want anything big," but matt knows better. she lights up when someone remembers the smallest things about her, so he knows a gesture counts.

so, he pays attention. months in advance.

he hears her gushing over how good some candle smells while they're shopping one day, so he buys it and hides it in the back of his closet.

takes her favorite piece of jewelry (a charm bracelet she'd accidentally broken the clasp of and had been devastated about) and gets it fixed for her

remembers when she'd randomly told him that it'd be "kind of cool to pet goats." he doesn't know why, and he doesn't ask. he just books a private morning slot at their local petting zoo and proceeds to listen to her squeal about how cute they are when they "talk" to her (he doesn't argue.)

he's not big on public displays, but when she comes over that morning, he'll have flowers in a vase for her that he grumbles about—"i didn't know what color you like, so i just got the whole rainbow, alright?"—and a tray of her favorite breakfast: a toasted blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese, fruit on the side, and a coffee with caramel drizzle.

he'll act like it's not a big deal and that he didn't go through a lot of trouble or effort, but when she hugs him, arms thrown around his neck, he'll hold her a little too tight and whisper a quiet "happy birthday, sunshine."

for matt's birthday, sunny knows he doesn't care about it at all, which is exactly why she plans on making it so special.

she won't plan a party because she knows he wouldn't want a crowd or a bunch of noise, but instead she'll plan a day tailored exactly to his liking.

he'll wake up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee (always full of protein) while sunny's buzzing around the kitchen in one of his t-shirts, humming to herself. when he grumbles about "what time is it," she'll kiss his cheek and say, "doesn't matter. it's your day, so don't ask questions."

she'll have a whole itinerary that she'll go by without making him aware of it since he hates the attention:

morning nap on the couch with her curled up beside him and boo asleep on his chest.

lunch at that tiny, run-down diner he secretly loves (she tips the waiter beforehand to bring out a candle stuck in his burger)

a brand-new pair of boxing gloves she custom-ordered with his initials pressed into the leather and a little yellow sun stitched into the wrist strap. he stares at them for a solid minute before quietly muttering about how annoying she is (he grabs her chin without another word and kisses her long and hard right after)

later, she'll pull out a tiny slice of red velvet cake (his favorite) with one candle flickering on top of it.

"you have to make a wish."

"i don't believe in that shit."

she'll shoot him a look, but smile softly. "do it anyway."

he'll roll his eyes, lean forward anyway, and finally blow it out as sunny's hand slides into his. she won't ask what he wished for. just leans her head against his shoulder and intertwines their fingers.

but he'll look at her, and think: if nothing else, just this... forever.

©sturnswiftie

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[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.”

[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 ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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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.

🍀🩷🌻