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alastxrs · 2 months

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Hey, saw you you took requests, could you do some fluffy head cannons with velvette x male reader where reader is a fallen angel and they are short but they have huge fuckin wings, and can u make them an angy lil fella

𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥

Y/N is of course a fallen angel

He's around 5'5

The reason he fell is due to his pride and his wrath

Now his wings are bigger than he is

He thought that he would lose them when he fell but nope! His wings are just black now

His wings will forever be beautiful, better than any other angel's wings

He'll sometimes let Velvette do whatever with them

The way he and Velvette met actually was because Y/N was screaming to someone about them touching his wings

He's just angry about having big wings but he gets worse rage when people touch his wings! (the only one who gets a pass is Velvette because you two actually get close until she asks you out)

He almost killed Valentino because he tried to touch his wings and have sex with him

Once Velvette and Y/N start dating, he's been comfortable with letting her touch his wings

She'll be the one to take care of his feathers

She'll just randomly caress his cheeks just to see his wings flop

His wings can wrap around the both of them while hugging or cuddling

Her nicknames for him are dove, midget, and doll

His nicknames for her are darling, my love, and Vel

He hates Vox and Valentino with a passion but will help Velvette with anything

Velvette is seriously the only one who can calm Y/N down

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!❞

Velvette jumped when she heard the scream from inside the room she shared with her boyfriend.

She was used to it yet it caught her off guard every time.

Vox tilted his head when looking up from his phone. "Your boyfriend has been in town here for a while yet he's always screaming about his wings instead of your name." he hummed, mainly teasing her.

"Fuck off, Vox!" She flipped her business partner off as an annoyed look formed on her face. "At least I can control my man."

Vox scoffed rolling his eyes. "I'm not his keeper you know."

"Well you should be, your boy toy is fucking irritating."

"He's not my boy toy."

"That's not what last night was telling me, he was screaming your name." That made Vox shut his mouth and the television head turned his head away to avoid her smug smirk.

The female Overlord just walked away from the other not wanting to continue the conversation and to check on her lover.

Upon entering the room, where her partner was.

Y/N was laying on the bed with his wings completely covering the bed and his arms crossed, she knew how much he hated his wings mainly due to how big they were.

"Hey, dove-" She started before she was cut off by him.

The fallen angel sat up at the sight of his girlfriend with an irritated look on his face. "That bitch, Valentino fucking scared the shit out of me again!" He spoke as he fixed his hair and he looked at his wings with a frown. "He tried asking me for a threesome again! I don't like sharing you!!!"

Velvette couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend and gently caressed his cheeks to make him look at her, she gently rubbed his cheeks while listening.

"And I refuse to fuck that flat-faced fuck!" Y/N was slowly relaxing and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ".....and- fuck you can't keep calming me down like this whenever I get mad...."

The taller demon chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, only he could see this side of her.

Like only she can see his soft side.

The woman kept kissing all over his face. " I like it when you're putty in my hands, doll~!" She teased just to see the blush on his cheeks, she moved to sit on his lap as she pushed him down. "I mean look at how cute you are!"

Velvette took her phone out and took a picture of Y/N before she showed him in the picture.

Of course, she wasn't going to post the picture.

Only she can see the hickeys on his neck from the night before.

"Darling...." The male mumbled as he grabbed her phone and placed it on the stand next to their bed before he pulled her into a kiss, his wings wrapped around her to keep the both of them close. He pulled away from the kiss for a second. "You are so lucky I love you."

The Overlord giggles as she begins kissing all over his face.

A yelp escaped his face and he tried to cover his face so that he could stop her from kissing his face. "No!"

Velvette grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Don't hide your pretty face from me, dove! Heaven gave it to me and you aren't hiding it from me."

That made the short-tempered fallen angel's face flustered and he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into the kisses he was getting on his lips.

"Well as your 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, you should spoil me again tonight hm?" Y/N's wings soon disappeared now that he was relaxed, she let go of his wrist as he moved his hands to her hair. "I do want to remind others that I'm taken by the most sassiest of the Vees~!"

And of course, she couldn't deny her little dove from heaven.

This method....is very affective....

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel velvette #velvette #x male reader #velvette x reader #velvette x male reader #hazbin hotel velvette x male reader #hazbin hotel velvette x reader #hazbin hotel vox #no smut #fluff stuff #x reader #male reader #fallen angel reader #stinky valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #this does have a make out session-#uhhhh i tried with fluff best i could

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luvsae · 10 months

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never scared | cha hyunsu

hyunsu is worried you're scared of him, but you reassure him.

- hyunsu x gn!reader | - fluff + slight angst

"Why do you love me?" Hyunsu looked at you with tears in his eyes. He didn't want you to see him like this, but he couldn't help it.

"Baby," you sighed quietly as you continued to clean his dried blood from his nose. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Oh come on," Hyunsu laughed despite his tears falling down his face. "You've seen what happens to me. What if I hurt you because of this infection.. what if-"

"Hyunsu," you held his face gently, tracing your thumb across his jawline. "Infected or not, I love you. And if I'm infected too, I'll be like you."

"How do you know that?" He asked, voice shaky.

You pressed a soft kiss on his temple once you finished cleaning the dried blood. He relaxed with your touch - you smiled. "Hey, I don't know at all, but I know I love you a lot."

"I love you too," he replied back. "I'm so lucky to have you with me. I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, sweetheart. You're like an angel to me," you set the cloth down on the table, then looked back at Hyunsu. "Come here."

Hyunsu took the hand you offered. You led him to your shared bed and invited him to lay down with you. "What are we doing?"

"Cuddling," you laughed quietly as you snuggled up against his chest. "You're so warm."

Hyunsu gave you a kiss on the top of the head. He was a bit hesitant at first, but you loved when his lips finally met the top of your head.

Then, remained a bit of silence. The comforting silence - not the awkward type. You loved when he held you and when you held him.

"Y/N?" Hyunsu's voice was gentlen when he spoke once more.

"Yes?" You replied back.

"How come you aren't like everyone else in the other apartments?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" You adjusted your head back on his chest.

"Well, everyone is scared of me, or... they don't like me. They want to use me for specific things, I don't know why." He said.

"They aren't nice people. They're scared to trust us because we're younger, but we are stronger because we ignore them. I'm not scared of you, I would never be," you answered back. "I see the love within you. And trust me, it's bigger than thr world."

Hyunsu was silent for a moment as you continued. "I'm lucky enough to see how much you care and how much you love me. If they can't see it, I can. But no, I will never be scared of you, because you're my everything."

The man suddenly hugged you tightly. You jumped at first, but then you registered what was going on. "I love you. I love you so much, baby."

"I love you more, Hyunsu," you smiled. "Why don't you turn off the lamp and we can try to get some sleep, okay?"

Hyunsu nodded and reached over toward the lamp, turning it off in the process. The room was now dark besides the light peaking in from the outside. Emergency lights were on due to the apocalypse starting, but at least there was still bits of light.

"I love you," you snuggled closer to Hyunsu. "I'll get something for us tomorrow. Breakfast better be good."

"You think it will be? If that old man would've given us some food from his store then it would've been good, but no, he's selfish." Hyunsu scoffed.

You giggled at Hyunsu's sudden outburst. "That's true, but at least we'll have... something, right?"

"Right," he said. "Goodnight, I love you."

"I love you more," you replied. "Have a good sleep."

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #angst #sweet home #cha hyun su #sweet home x reader

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reddrakebird · 19 days

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Something to remember me by

[Starter for @prettysuper. Bludhaven.]

Sometime during the night, when Kon-El fell asleep for a short period, Timothy flipped through his phone, looking up ideas and prompts to help formulate a plan before placing an order that would come in the morning hours. He had just clicked the order button when Kon-El squeezed his hand. The device was tossed behind him so arms were free to pull the broad man closer, lips to his shoulder as a slender leg slipped through hair-dusted ones. Intimacy was satisfied in those early waking hours of the general population when it was quieter for Kon-El to enjoy. When Timothy finally moved from bed, he grabbed a shower, got dressed, then grabbed his bookbag, telling Kon-El he would be back in a few hours after therapy and a class he was taking, but to keep an ear out on a package coming.

Two hours later, Timothy texted Kon-El:

The package is on its way up. It’s for you. Open it immediately. I’ll be home in thirty.

A knock on the door sounded a minute later, and the delivery man handed off the box with 'Wear me.' on it.

Another text dinged Kon-El’s phone with two sentences:

Get dressed and come downstairs. I’m out front.

Timothy closed the phone as he leaned against the black Honda Civic, already in a new attire than he had left in. When Kon-El came out, Tim smiled softly and stood up straight, a hand to the passenger door to open it for the approaching man. “You look really nice. I was guessing the style, but it is just for tonight. We are going on a ‘date’ since you have never officially had one. Complete with me being an utter gentleman and not expecting anything other than your time.”

#[ interaction: superboy ]#[ partner: prettysuper ]#fluff stuff

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thiccpersonality · 2 months

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Damian (Gremlin) Wayne and his even more gremlin-esque family pt.4

"Alright boys I'm-" Bruce freezes in the doorway, the pressure that was in his eyes before increasing tenfold-along with his headache-at the chunks of salmon and grains of rice that have been tossed across the room. His eyes surveying how they managed this before realizing Alfred isn't even in the room anymore...so that's why.

Bruce steps forward and narrows his eyes at Jason, the nineteen year olds right hand to be exact, glaring at the fork he picked up and was about to throw at Tim. "Jason Peter Todd, drop the fork! And you, Richard John Grayson, that plate is NOT a throwing disc-" icy blue eyes turn to give the youngest two children THE LOOK™. Tim immediately drops the knife he was about to throw while Damian lowers the salmon that he would absolutely be able to murder someone with down.

"What is all this? I thought this pointless arguing was behind everyone already?"

Bruce looks at each of his children one by one, his brows pinched together as he does so, the four boys looking away shamefully at causing their dad distress. Richard truly does feel sorry, he really does, but that small competitive spirit in him whispers something about taking this chance to gain extra points by being the bigger person.

"You're right, dad. I'm sorry for being childish and fighting with my little brothers this way." Richard holds back his victorious smirk at seeing Bruce smile at him thankfully, the man's shoulders lowering into something more relaxed at the quick apology.

"I forgive you-"

Jason narrows his eyes at the eldest...that little fucker thinks he's smooth with his tricks. Well, Jason-I Can Smell Your Bullshit-Todd is not falling for these childish tricks. Jason knows that him willingly offering to clean will set Bruce's alarms off, but if he gets up to silently initiate it, that will do just fine.

Alfred sips his tea in the kitchen, the man shoving cleaning supplies towards Jason when he comes in, choosing to ignore the confused look his grandchild gives him, of course he knew one of them was eventually going to enter the kitchen for supplies. Jason opens his mouth to question the older man on how he knew but closes it just as quickly and accepts the silent help before backing out of the kitchen.

Bruce looks towards Jason eyeing the cleaning supplies curiously. "Jason...are you preparing that for Alfred?"

Jason feels kind of embarrassed when Bruce actually looks at him, but he can play it off by scoffing and bending down to pick the food up. "No, I'm cleaning it. I was the one who threw most of the food anyway." Ha! Take that Dickhead! Is what Jason is thinking when he makes eye contact with the man, extra points for him at willingly cleaning and admitting his fault with the situation at hand. Bruce's eyes widen and he tries to hold back on praising his second eldest too much...sometimes the boy gives signs that he wants Bruce's attention and then when he gives it to him his child pulls away.

Which is why he keeps it simple with a proud smile at how open Jason is being and a fond look, "Oh? Well thank you so much, Jay. That is very kind of you and mature as well-" Bruce pauses in thought for a moment before saying what he wants to say, though with a bit of hesitancy-"You...have been working on your temperament a lot. I see it has been paying off...and I'm proud of you."

Call Jason Bonnie and Clyde cause he feels like he's been shot. Not in a bad way, but shot with love bullets...which honestly sounds childish and stupid to Jason, but it also means a lot! His heart feels like it's going to burst at the mushy, gooey feeling running through it at those gently and lovingly said words. Jason actually feels like shooting something because he feels so flustered, but this is beyond extra points for him-THIS. IS. EVERYTHING!

The nineteen year old just delights in Richard managing to stumble in place, he soaks up Tim's eye twitch and most definitely basks in the Demon Brat's ® murderous aura. This is a dream come true-what the hell does Timothy think he is doing?

Tim lowers himself to the floor near Jason and puts on cleaning gloves, letting them snap against his wrists while glaring at the older boy. "I-I'm so sorry for being a bother and mess...I'll help Jason clean up! And I'm sorry for trying to throw the knife at him, that wasn't right of me and I-I knew better." Oh...so Tim is playing his 'I'm so insecure, please love me' card...and shit does it tend to work! The little scheming weasel just smirks in victory when Bruce actually walks over and touches his head gently, "Look at me. You aren't ever a bother nor will you ever be one. You are still young and you are all brothers...I don't know what else I expected from leaving you all alone? But you said sorry and it's all good now."

Tim makes puppy eyes at Bruce and looks back at Jason, "I'm also sorry to you too. I shouldn't have been so violent."

Jason freezes at the look in Tim's eyes, the little brat knows exactly what he's doing by apologizing to him willingly on top of admitting his fault. If Jason doesn't answer...he will seem like a jerk and will no doubt disappoint Bruce if he doesn't forgive the other. Which is why Jason just stares at Tim before smirking and saying understandingly, "I forgive you. And I guess the knife throwing is payback for me trying to murder you in my Pit induced rage. We're even now."

The unexpected comment makes Tim smile and giggle, Jason also chuckling at being caught off guard by the younger boy's laugh, the two cough simultaneously at realizing that they are...getting along?

That is gross and Jason will definitely punch at his punching bag later while imagining it's Tim's face.

Damian watches this all unfold with a fiery look in his eyes, he knows his father will probably notice him and talk to him about apologizing or some crap like that...but he can't apologize to those bastard children, he's too proud for that. So, the boy decides to play his "I was literally raised by assassin's so there is most definitely a cultural difference here" card. Damian looks down at the salmon in his hands and smiles, impressed by his own genius while hopping down the chair and walking up to Bruce with a wide-eyed look, salmon held up to Bruce like a cat bringing an offering to its owner.

"Father! I thought this experience was most fun-" Damian tilts his head cutely and makes sure to smile big for his dad, making sure his chubby face is the center of attention-"Do you not usually have such riveting food fights?"

Bruce softens at the cute look but raises his brow at Damian, "No...we usually don't. Did you have food fights?" Bruce can't really imagine Talia or Ra's allowing that, but he also wouldn't be surprised if their food fights consisted of skin melting acid, hidden blades or poison somehow being in the food as a twisted form of training. Damian frowns and lowers his salmon somewhat while frowning sadly, making sure to turn his face down enough that all Bruce can see is his round cheeks puffed out into a pout, "Grandfather and mother would beat me or lock me away if I ever dared to. I want to apologize for making a mess , father, I promise I shall not disappoint you again!"

The boy looks back up at his father with a determined look, making sure his eyes show some sort of nervousness while doing so, delighting in Bruce looking at him lovingly. "Damian, you didn't disappoint me. You didn't even know better really, but now that you do I know you'll never do it again, yeah?" Bruce reaches his hand down to gently brush his thumb against Damian's cheek, finally realizing how dirty his son is, the man chuckles softly and borrows a few paper towels from Jason (who begrudgingly handed some to Bruce) and cleans up Damian's hand and face.

"How about we go get you cleaned up? I know you don't need my help to clean yourself, but I can run your bath for you if you'd like?"

Damian's eyes shine happily at the offer, his small hand slipping into Bruce's as they exit the dining room. "I would like that very much! You can even wash my hair...if you'd like?" Bruce smiles at Damian copying him and squeezes the small hand gently, "I would like that very much."

Jason, Tim and Richard watch flabbergasted at how the little demon managed to win again. Alfred's voice suddenly chimes in humorously from the kitchen, "How many points does he have now?"

The three boys groan loudly while planning the downfall of Damian Wayne.

(Bruce about Tim apologizing for attempting to throw a knife (that was most definitely at Jason): "But you said sorry and it's all good now."

Jason looking at Bruce confused: "He tried to throw a knife at me!!!"

This is a post made for my Birthday today! This was actually written on 2/29/24 at like...11 something in the morning I think and finished at 6:28 PM in the afternoon.

Will the eldest boys actually ever cause Damian's downfall? Will Bruce truly find out about what his gremlin family is doing? Will Alfred continue to egg the kids on? Stay tuned for the next episode of Dragon ball-

I'm just playing. If anyone likes this, I appreciate you loves. Please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

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luffyvace · 9 days

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PERRROOONAAA x female reader :3

Does anybody on tumblr love Perona as much as I do?!

(Once again, may be more accurate to pre time skip perona 😋)

Perona with a girlfriend seems like such a sweetie!! And I say this in the kindest way possible- but with men (specifically stupid men) she just seems to get upset quicker?? Granted, in the show, as far as I’ve seen she interacts with male more than females (poor her she’s gonna go insane) but then again there’s more guys than girls in op anyway.

Moving on- shopping with her is always fun!! ٩( 'ω' )و you two could shop for hours and hours together. By the way I’m specifically talking about when she dropped zoro off on sabaody. You can’t tell me she didn’t stay for a while and buy a crap ton of cute clothes. Ngl the girls in the background of sabaody had some pretty cute outfits!! Which mean they have good clothing stores. Which means you two definitely when on a shopping spree 😉🤩

I’m talking going from store to store, getting snacks like pretzels and cotton candy in between, going on a few rides n such. And of course getting some sweet deals because your cute and know how to coupon 😋😋

While we’re on the topic I might as well mention fashion. In fact these wouldn’t be Perona headcanons without it⁉️ Like have you SEEN how that girl dresses?! I LOVE her style it’s so cute!! (Opinion: I like her pre time skip fit better) Besides the point tho, I just feel like she couldn’t get along with someone who has no style so IK for sure you’ve got some 🙌

Either that or your okay with her dolling you up LOL. Ngl I feel like she’d love that- whether you can dress or not. She doesn’t even have at least bearsy anymore so who else does she have to glamify??? 😱 Zoro?Mihawk? 😖 No way they’d let her!! 😤 But dw at the very least you know you’ll always look good 😘💋💗

Cooking with Perona! (THAT COULD BE THE NAME OF A TV SHOW AT THIS POINT HAHAHAH) but yes of course cooking is a sort of love language for her, so she’s always cooking you stuff!! Meals, snacks, desserts whatever! She makes them randomly but you’d better appreciate it!!

if you can’t cook she’d have no problem doing it for you, but you simply must appreciate it!! At least thank her verbally if your not gonna do something in return physically! Okay?

if you can, you two have lots of fun cooking each other meals. There has been many days where you make each other your favorite meals then sit down and eat it together all romantic-like. ☺️ Aaaand there’s also times you have little mini arguments as to who’s cooking who’s favorite food tonight.

“No! Sit down I’ve got it, I said!!”

“I’ll do it Perona don’t worry about it!”

“No way! I was gonna make your favorite tonight!”

”huh? No don’t do that, I was gonna make your favorite!”

“well just sit down and let me handle it will you?!” 😤

nothing too serious like I said, just you too being so sappy you argue about who’s gonna cook who’s favorite dinner 😂💗💗

y’all have girl sleepovers at mihawk’s ٩( ᐛ )و

i mean yeah where else but you get me. You two stay up and gossip about any and everything. She’s the gossip type of girl 💯 I’m not saying you are though, so if you aren’t she can talk about anything, she doesn’t mind :) you could always build a pillow fort, read books, paint each other’s nails/toenails and sing instead 💖

she def rants to you about zoro and mihawk being living, breathing headaches. Which, unless your a nonchalant girly- you probably understand. 😭 having alone time with each other is essential to keep the other sane. 😄

her affections are cooking and doing favors for you. She’s also quite protective/big sister like and will make sure your okay randomly throughout your day. She keeps your hair in place and buttons the buttons you forgot to button up. 💖💖 that type of big sister like <33 she may or may not complain a bit (not as much as with zoro) but she’ll do basically any (sane 😭) thing you ask of her. If your ill/injured she forces you to stay in bed as long as it takes until you’ve made a full recovery. I feel she’d have a lot of medical knowledge so that helps ;D

she’d be shy about it when your first getting into the relationship, but after a while..! when in private, I feel like she’d be very soft for cute little kisses! 😚 100% in private though- she doesn’t want any sour faces from zoro or mihawk (😑) she’d make this clear too because she like to be made fun of 😒

her kisses are really soft, so are her lips. She’d probably leave light lipstick stains all over your face. She’d accidentally make those little smooching sounds each time she kisses you. She’s embarrassed about it but you two laugh it off and continue smothering bunches of love all over the other’s features. She really loves kissing your cheeks—they’re so squishy and cute!! <3 and she looooves cute things 😊

Ending it there because if I ever do Perona’s kisses one day that’ll be a spoiler 😱

I ended up loving Perona much more than I thought I would when I started watching one piece 😭💗 not complaining tho !! 💋

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codfanficedits · 4 months

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Christmas - Part 2/4

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Summary: Simon during Christmas :)

Wordcount: 2127 | Rating: E! (18+ only!)

Warnings: A little bit hinting to NSFW, I think? A lot of fluff :)

A/N: I said what I said.

He used to hate the holidays, but by the Gods did that change when he met you. You felt like a gift from the heavens above, slowly introducing him to the warmth that could be, and for the first time since years, did Simon start to love the holidays.

Unfortunately, does the army wait for no one. And right before he was supposed to be home, he got sent on a mission again, leaving him without a way to communicate with you.

Luckely for him, it was a short, easy mission, leaving him with some spare time to buy you something before he got back. He always adored giving you things. A little way of marking you as his, making it known to others that you were off the market.

He was a little too eager when he swung open the door of your house, kicking off his boots almost immediately.

"Hi, lovie," he mumbled exhausted. One of his hands slipped into his pocket, pulling out a small, black box. "Early present for you."

You had not expected him to be home again, you was more worried that he was killed in action, and there he was, exhausted as could be, but alive.

"Oh lovie." You sighed as you hugged him tight, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a content sigh leaving your lips.

You pulled back to look at him, a smile on your face, your hair tickling his arm. You took the little box from him, opening it eagerly.

"Simon!" You had been eyeing this ankle bracelet for a while, and he must've known it. "This must've costed you a fortune!" You exclaimed, seeing it had this initial on it, a little S dangling off it.

He hugged back with a groan, wrapping his arms around your tightly. The love he felt for his person was unmatched by anyone or anything. No matter how hard things got, these rare moments of comfort made his entire being come back to life and feel like things were going to be okay. You made his heart race in ways you'd never know.

"I'm here." He whispered in your ear, a low sigh escaping his lips before he kissed your forehead. He was relieved you wasn't annoyed with his sudden, early return. “It didn’t cost a fortune.” He groaned. “It will look nice when your ankles rest on my shoulders.” He chuckled.

"I'm so glad you are." You murmured softly when he kissed your forehead. "I was so worried something had happened."

You pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Do you want to stay in for Christmas? Or do you want to go to a dinner party or something?" You knew how much he valued his time, so you would gladly give him the choice.

Another low sigh escaped his lips as you kissed his cheek, his tired body leaning into the light affection you gave him. He let his eyes close for a moment but opened them when you asked a question.

He considered the options. "I'm pretty tired, honestly," he mumbled, leaning his head against yours. He wanted nothing more than to simply feel your presence by him.

"Then we're staying at home." You smiled. "I haven't seen you in a few months. And I would rather be with you than anywhere else."

"I can run you a bath, when it is Christmas I'll make some dinner." You mused. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

That was his ideal Christmas holiday. Spend it comfortably with his partner. No parties, no socializing with people you didn't know.

"That's perfect," he mumbled. A bath would feel great right now; his bones felt like they were going to break as soon as he let his guard down. "You can spoil me for the day," he said, his face lighting up now that he knew you’d be staying home.

"You would like that, wouldn't you." You teased him. You gave him a playful slap on his ass. "Let’s get your stinky ass in a bath." You grinned, as you kissed his cheek again.

You walked in front of him, placing the ankle bracelet on your nightstand before you went to the bathroom with him, it was a gorgeous gift, and you loved how he paid attention to what you wanted.

Simon laughed softly when you gave his ass that playful slap, his muscles clenching from the unexpected touch. It might not seem like much to others, but those little acts of affection were everything to him.

He followed behind, his steps slower than usual. Exhaustion weighed down his body, making him feel almost drunk. His muscles ached in the worst way possible. However, the bath was everything he needed to fix that.

"I hate to ask...can you help me wash?" He couldn't help but ask, the weariness showing itself in his voice.

You loved it, and he wouldn't know how happy it was making you, Simon always wanted to care for you, for others.

"Of course, lovie." You said with a smile, as you helped him undress.

You could see how tired he was, exhaustion from being a soldier oozing out of him. He leaned on you, and you knew this was all he needed.

It was almost ironic how he, a man of his physique and stature, was relying on his partner to help him with a simple, everyday task. It was almost funny how he was acting so pitiful; the man who usually carried the team's equipment was now having his clothes stripped from him.

Still, the simple act of you helping him made him feel closer to you and made him feel taken care of. It almost put tears in his eyes, but he was too tired to display such emotion. All he could do was lean against you and simply let you do your thing.

You didn't mind, not at all, you had leaned on him plenty of times, and you loved that you could return the favour.

You rinsed him first under the shower, getting rid of most of the dirt and grime, before you guided him to the bathtub. You let it fill up with warm water, before you leaned in to kiss him, helping him step into the water.

"There ya go."

Simon sighed contently as he felt the warm water against his skin, his muscles no longer hurting quite as badly as they were. The stress and tension just melted away. He let his eyes close again, leaning against you. You were doing him such an act of kindness. He hadn't been this relaxed in so long, the last few months being nothing but an endurance test.

"I could kiss you so many times right now," he mumbled with fatigue, his voice raspy and low from disuse.

"You're too tired to kiss me." You teased him. You took some shampoo, your shampoo, the nice, expensive one, and you lathered it in your hands. You took place behind him, softly massaging his scalp with the shampoo.

"I'm too tired to function right now," he groaned. Still, that didn't stop his body from reacting to your touch. Your hands felt like they were melting away all of the tension in his muscles, the scent of the shampoo being a bonus.

It wasn't long before his eyes closed and his breathing slowed, the last few drops of adrenaline leaving his body as he relaxed completely. It always baffled him how you made things so easy and simple, taking care of him and making his life better than it had ever been.

You used the shower head to rinse out the shampoo from his hair.

After that, you used your bodywash to lather your hands again, softly massaging his shoulders with the soap. Any other day you would’ve joined him, teased him in the bath until he dragged you to the bedroom. But you could see he was too tired, too exhausted and he needed a break.

"I love you." You whispered softly.

Simon let out a relaxing moan when you massaged his shoulders, the tension leaving his body more with each slow touch. He almost couldn't believe he was still on earth. Things were going too perfectly.

"I love you too," he murmured, and that was the truth. It was no longer butterflies in his stomach when he was by your side. Now it was warmth, security, and a sense of overwhelming belongingness.

It had been the same for you. You didn't get butterflies when you saw him, unless he was all dressed up, or bone naked, but he made you feel at home, he made you feel like you belonged in the world.

You work your thumbs into the tired muscles of your lover.

"Nearly done, my love." You murmured softly. "I'll dry you off once we're done."

Your touch felt like a comforting, calming blanket being draped over him. Every ounce of stress and tension was releasing. It was like being back in your arms after a long day, his body getting the much needed attention it deserved. He was already ready to nap once this was over.

"Thank you..." He mumbled, feeling like he should be doing more in this relationship, rather than simply accepting your care and love. Oh but he was doing so much more than he gave himself credit for. He loved you unconditionally and that was the best thing he could do.

You emptied the bath, helping him getting out of the tub, after that you took the fluffiest towel you could find, slowly drying him off.

"Let’s get you to bed, Si."

Simon smiled and closed his eyes again, appreciating how the towel felt against him. It was so soft and warm. Like a hug.

"I'm not being too demanding, am I?" He mumbled softly. The last thing he wanted to do was be a handful to take care of. But with how exhausted he was, it was hard not to melt into the towel and simply relax.

"Demanding?" You repeated. "You're anything but demanding."

A soft kiss is pressed on his chest. "I would do anything for you. This is nothing." You reassured him.

You took his hand, guiding him and his naked body to your bedroom.

You took off your jeans and socks before you got into bed yourself, and before you could say or do anything he was between your legs, his arms around your waist, his head resting on your lap.

Simon's mind went fuzzy at your reassurance and affection. Was he really this loved? Could he have done anything worthy of such unwavering devotion?

He was the one who should have been doing more for you, not the other way around. Yet you still took care of him, took care of everything. Even when he was acting so pitiful and incapable of doing the simplest tasks.

His body reacted appropriately to your warmth; his arms wrapped around your, his muscles tightening as he clung to you.

You took your book from the nightstand, running your free hand through his hair as you let out a content sigh. He was home, and that was all you could ask for.

“What are you reading?” Simon muttered softly, while he tried to keep his eyes open. “Haunting Adeline, it is quite good.”

Simon perks up. “Are you out of your mi-“ He chuckles when he sees a different cover and he let’s himself sink into your lap again. “I nearly went off on you, you idiot.” He scolded you, lovingly of course.

“How do you even know it?” You muse, your hand running through his hair again.

Simon closes his eyes once more. “Soap bought it to impress a woman he had been dating. The idiot read it out loud to us, before we would go to sleep. He tossed it out really quick when we realised it was glorifying sexual assault and Zade was nothing more than a rapist.”

“Soap did good with that one.” You chuckle. “Tried to read it, had to put it down because I was so disturbed.”

“Hmm.” Simon mumbles as he feels the sleep wash over him. “Tonight I want you to read for me.”

"Merry early Christmas, lovie." You whispered, not sure if he would hear you. "Couldn't wish for a better gift."

The heat of your body was so blissful. The comfort that came from just lying with you was unlike any other experience Simon had ever had. When you were close like this, in a bed, he had no urge to protect his surroundings. He was at ease, his heart beating slower from the sheer joy he felt.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered back, drifting into the most restful sleep he's had in months.

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littlegodzilla · 1 year

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Here I am again!!

This time I come with the second part of Pregnant. Yes I'm terrible with titles sorry they never were my best part.

I hope you'll like it.

Enjoy!!

Part 1.

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Pregnant. Part 2.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

One shot.

Warning: Angst. Fluff. Giving birth.

Words: 3600.

Summary: Daryl keeps his word to take care of you while you're pregnant, but the things between you two are complicated.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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That was already bordering on the absurd. You are lying on your bed, your back against the headboard, you have a book in your hands, you are wearing a comfortable nightgown and your belly is huge. Really; huge. You don't know what the hell you're carrying, but it's certainly not a baby. But that's not the worst of it. The worst of it is Daryl.

The man hasn't left your side the entire time. Maybe it sounds idiotic of you, but he's not doing it in a loving or cute way, he's more like a jailer, sitting next to you the whole time, eyes fixed on your bulging belly, as if he has x-rays and can see through you to the baby's condition. You've tried talking to him a hundred different ways, but he just ignores you.

He's still angry with you, hurt, knowing you were pregnant, that you could an abort still weighs on his shoulders. You have tried to apologize, but nothing you say to him seems to calm his state.

This morning you wake up feeling a light caress on your belly, you slowly open your eyes feeling Daryl's body right behind yours, wrapping an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your bulging belly, you can't help but smile because the fetus moves looking for the warmth that Daryl provides. With gentle movements you pull up your nightgown to watch your belly move each time your baby does. Daryl, behind your body, moves up a little to see it too. One of your side marks the baby's little foot and the archer slides his hand into position, you grimace, some parts are more sensitive than others and sometimes it hits a little too pointedly.

"I have to go to the bathroom..." You say feeling like you're breaking the moment.

"Let me help ya." Daryl gets out of bed and carefully helps you do the same.

"Daryl, really, it's just a pregnancy and I'm already due, nothing is going to happen because I'm going to the bathroom by myself..." You try to talk some sense into him, but he just gives you an intense stare. "Fine, have it your way." You sigh giving up, going to the bathroom, feeling his presence on the other side while you go about your business.

"Denise still hasn't told us what it is..." You suddenly hear the hunter's voice.

A conversation, good, that's good.

"I think she's waiting to hold it." You're trying to joke when you feel a sharp prick. You grimace, but slowly sit up from the toilet.

"Dunno she'll be the first to hold it." You hear him say and a chuckle escapes you.

"Are you going to help me?" you try to provoke him, but again an intense prickling runs through you. "Uh..."

"Yer okay?" Daryl's voice is agitated and he peeks through the bathroom door.

"Yeah, it's contractions..." You explain and he frowns.

"How often yer havin' them?"

"A little... they started when I got up."

"Okay, let's go to the room again, I'll go get Denise." He tells you and grabs your hand to help you.

"Oh, God!" you groan as the pain increases and you bend forward. "I-I think it's coming..." You whisper looking up at him in fright.

"Okay, relax, it's gonna be okay." He promises you, tugging on your hand, insisting you walk. "I'm gonna go downstairs for a moment, okay? I need someone to go to the infirmary..."

"I'm fine, you can..." You gasp again and squeeze his hand.

"I'm ain't moving from here." He assures you and guides you to the window where you lean against. "Take a deep breath, I'll be right back."

Daryl hurries down the stairs, so much so that his footsteps echo like a troop, skips the last few steps and looks in all the rooms in search of someone inside the house. He curses under his breath, with all the people who are living there and now there is no one. It is a cruel irony. He chews his lip, nervously, in his mind searching for a plan that won't force him to go too far away. A whimper in the room gives him goosebumps, he wants to come upstairs to be with you, but you need medical help.

The door opens then, Daryl's heart flips at the sight of his companions, they are carrying some food to restock in the house and their faces change at the sight of him so nervous.

"Daryl, what's wrong?" asks Rick.

"Her water broke, I need Denise." He explains in a bark.

Michonne and Rick look at each other, Tara who goes with them drops the box from between her hands on the table and speeds out of the house, Carol and Michonne quickly go upstairs to help you, Daryl pretends to follow them, but Rick grabs his arm to stop him.

"It's better for us to stay here bro, it can get really weird up there."

"No, I..." He stirs nervously and lets go. "I put it there." He says feeling the tips of his ears redden. "I want to be with her."

"Okay, but try not to make her too nervous and listen to what the girls tell you." He advises him before Daryl runs off towards the stairs.

As he approaches your room he hears the commotion his friends are organizing, he hears them talking to you at the same time as they keep moving around the room. Daryl feels his heart in his ears, he is nervous and scared, the pregnancy has gone well, but what if everything falls apart now?

"God, Daryl I hate you!" you shout from the other side of the door and the hunter instinctively recoils.

"Easy, easy, take a deep breath, you're doing great." Carol's voice is heard. "Try to walk a little, you need to dilate by the time Denise gets here."

Again Daryl hesitates, what exactly is he doing up there, what exactly does he think he's going to be able to help you with? In all those months he's been by your side, watching you like a dog watching a cat, he hasn't moved an inch, he hasn't let you exert yourself any more than necessary, but now, now it's not up to him. He can't help you to make the process go faster, to make you suffer less, in that new world where medical comforts are scarce, his hands on your belly to calm the baby will no longer be of any use. He swallows hard, his fingers trembling against the wood of the door. He closes his eyes when he hears you moan again and shakes his head.

No, he's not going to put you through this by yourself.

He enters the room discovering you leaning against the window frame, panting and snaping loudly through your mouth, one of your hands clutching your belly, your knees shaking and your forehead is beading with sweat. Daryl swallows walking towards you, Carol steps aside to help Michonne, he takes his place next to you, stroking your back, taking the hand that held your belly. You look up between scared and relieved, he smiles trying to calm you down.

"I'm here, Denise is about to arrive." He assures you, his hand rubbing your back wanting to comfort you.

"It hurts so much, Daryl..." You groan, gritting your teeth. "If I don't..."

"Shut up, that's ain't gonna happen." He shushes you. "Let's walk around a bit, ya need to dilate." He doesn't even know where those words are coming from, but he feels his face burning.

"Daryl, listen to me..."

"I said no!" He barks. "Nothing is gonn happen to ya or the baby...please..." He gasps nervously, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Okay..." You whisper feeling the fear coursing through the man's body.

Nothing happens to you, as Daryl has promised you. The labor is long, painful, but you are both fine. Daryl has not left your side at any time. He has helped you through the whole process, even with Denise there, he has been your nurse, he has even dared to look under your nightgown before the doctor arrived.

Now the loud crying of your baby girl floods the whole room, you feel exhausted, physically and mentally, but the baby's wailing quickens your heart in a way you never thought possible. You've always heard about the miracle of motherhood, the bond that forms, you've never doubted it, but you certainly never thought it could be so powerful. As the tears cease to cover your vision, Daryl rocks your baby in his arms, wrapped in a clean towel, her crying has ceased a little, turning to soft babbling. The hunter walks up to you, there is a smile on his mouth and tears in his eyes as well.

"She's healthy and beautiful." He whispers as if he's afraid to scare her with his voice. You laugh and reach out your arms wanting to hold her.

Daryl sits down next to you to let the baby girl in your arms, she stirs a little, but accepts the change, the rest leave you both alone, you pull down your nightgown letting the baby feed for the first time. The archer doesn't take his eyes off every move you make.

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You leave the house feeling the heat hit your skin, your long dress of soft fabric relieves the suffocating feeling of summer. A smile forms on your mouth when you hear the squeaks coming from your little girl, who is playing with Dog near the garage where her father is fixing his bike for an upcoming outing.

Things haven't changed much, to your regret, Daryl is still setting boundaries with you, his love is completely invested in your daughter, but you are the woman who kept something so important from him, and he still hasn't gotten over it.

Even though Erin is already two years old.

It's been more than two years since you've had a conversation that doesn't focus on the girl's health, or related to a patrol, a changing of the guard, or the distribution of supplies. It's been over two years since you've spent time together, as a couple, over two years since Daryl decided to move into the basement of the house, leaving only to care for his daughter. He hasn't missed a single day, but you feel sadness when you think about it.

"You're leaving again?" You greet him by walking up to his position, he looks up from the bike to grunt something intelligible that can be deciphered as a 'yes'.

"I'm going out with Erin." He remarks to you matter-of-factly, adjusting a backpack on the back of the bike.

"With Erin? Where? Why?" you ask confused and worried. You know Daryl would never act behind your back, if something happened to the girl, he'd talk it over with you first.

"I'm going to Hilltop, to see Maggie and Glenn, I want Erin to meet Hershel." He shrugs.

"Daryl... How long are you going to keep this up?" you sigh not knowing how to confront him. "I already asked for your forgiveness..."

"It's not about asking, sorry." He gets up from the ground, leaving the rag on the bike. "I trusted ya, more than anyone else, more than a partner, ya know that's hard for me..."

"I didn't mean to keep it from you, I just needed to find the right way to tell you. I was afraid..."

"Ya really think I would have left ya when I found out ya were pregnant? Since when do ya think I'm that kind of person?"

"For the love... I don't think you are like that, Daryl, I never thought so, but this world is in chaos, children are vulnerable..."

"Y'know me so little?" He says with disappointment. "Yes, it's possible I would have freaked out a little and may have said things I didn't feel at the time." He bites his lip and scratches the back of his neck. "But it's ya, it was us..." You lower your head feeling your stomach clench at his words.

"I didn't mean to hurt you..."

"What would have happened if you had lost the baby?" he asks suddenly and you look at him in surprise. "You would never have told me?"

You stammer not knowing what to say, not sure what Daryl really wants to hear. He nods and walks towards you, but still keeps his distance.

"I will not destroy Erin's innocence or happiness, she is our daughter, I will protect her with my life, I will not let her lose her mother." He assures you and the lump in your throat grows heavier. "But now I can't... I need to get away..." He sighs, lowering his gaze. "I need to trust again..."

"Okay..." You whisper lowering your head, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

"I'm going to get a car ready, we'll go more comfortably the three of us." He says and dodges your body to drive away down the community street.

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You give him his space, you allow him that time to himself that he needs. You don't quite know if it's the right thing to do, if you should have talked, but on the other hand Daryl has already said everything he felt.

Erin is still his main concern and care. Everything Daryl does, is for the little girl, she is thrilled and you like him spoiling her too, but maybe he should check with you about some things.

"Can we talk?" You intercept him in the hallway of the house.

"I'm busy..."

"It's about Erin." You hush him and he pauses, looking at you. "I think we should set some boundaries." Daryl frowns. "I love the relationship you two have, but you can't just bring her a present every time you come back from patrol..."

"Why not?"

"Because it's becoming a habit, and she's still little, we can mold her personality, But what about the day she just waits on you for the gift you're going to bring her?" You try to talk some sense into him and Daryl grunts low, looking down at his feet.

"Erin adores you, but those gifts may end up forming a personality that we don't know how to control...plus Dog..."

"What's with the dog?"

"Nothing! But after that I think it's impossible to get over it." You smile trying to calm him down and you see his shoulders relax, nodding. "It's our daughter and I don't want to be just me being the bad guy in this... I'd like you to support me..."

"Okay..." he nods again chewing his lip.

"Okay... thanks for listening to me, I'll leave you to whatever you were doing." You wave goodbye heading for the exit again.

"Wait." He calls out to you walking towards you again. "I have some errands Rick asked me to go get." He looks at you through his locks of hair.

"Don't worry, I'll tell Erin you'll be back in the evening."

"Ya wanna come with me?"

You look at him with surprise, of everything he could possibly want to say to you, it was the thing you least expected. You stammer looking for something to say when you see him shrug.

"Carol's watching Erin, I asked her earlier to keep an eye on her."

"...Okay, let's go." You nod smiling a little, following Daryl to his bike.

This situation is not easy for him either. He knows that he himself has provoked it, that he needed some time to think, but perhaps his stubbornness has gone too far, however, every time he remembered that patrol, that he could have lost you, his blood boiled and he was not able to think properly. Erin was your bond, your bridge, what still held you together. Daryl knows that his feelings for you haven't gone away, nor will they, they have just letharged inside his heart, healing from his wounds little by little. He loved watching you take care of your little girl, how you spent sleepless nights when colic kept her awake, how you rocked her in your arms whispering songs Daryl didn't know, how you cursed, without malice, when she began to grow and started teething.

"Auh! You're just like your father." He heard you say one day when he came back from helping Rick with the Alexandria expansion. "Always with the teeth..." That was enough to stop him in his tracks, face red to the tips of his ears and give you some more privacy until Erin finished eating.

You've had the patience to put up with those years the distance he's felt you should have, the boundary he needed, now you've asked him to be a little firmer with Erin and he understands. He understands that it can be a problem in the long run and he doesn't want to spoil the girl either, it's a difficult world far from being able to have any kind of whim and he doesn't want the little girl to believe that she can get everything she asks her father for. At least not whims. By the time you've finished and accepted that he had nothing more to add, Daryl has realized that he's losing you too. That the barrier he's building is getting too high and he doesn't want that to happen.

That's why he's asked you to go with him again, he needs to find that connection that brought you together.

Daryl feels your arms around his waist as you get on the bike to leave the community. His breath catches for a second in his throat, but he disguises it as best he can.

"Are you ready?" He asks you over the noise of the engine.

"Yes, anytime." You grant him and he starts up, your hands tighten a little tighter around him and he bites his lip.

He remembers the first time you rode his bike, it may sound absurd, but it was purely for fun. In fact he found you on Merle's bike, parked in the prison yard. According to your explanation you wanted to check if it was comfortable, as the handlebars seemed too high in proportion to the rest of the vehicle. Daryl joked amused and gave you a little lesson on motorcycles.

He has to admit that when he saw you on his brother's bike, your arms stretched over the handlebars, your body settled on the seat, your legs spread and bent, your feet firmly on both sides of the vehicle, he didn't feel like yelling, to scold you for touching his stuff without his consent. He liked seeing you there, it seemed to fit you well, even though you had no idea how to drive.

"Wanna go for a ride?" he offered making you look at him with raised eyebrows.

"But I don't know how to drive..."

"I'll teach ya, step aside." He asked you pointing to the bike.

Daryl smiles remembering the surprised look on your face, how you awkwardly made room for him behind you on the bike, he settled in pointing out what everything on the bike was for, his chest pressed against your back. It was the first time you'd been so close together since the group ran out of the CDC.

"Clutch, brake, throttle and shifter." He said giving you a gentle tap on your foot. "We'll leave the gear shift for the time being, we don't need to go very fast and this way we won't attract the attention of the dead."

"Okay..." You whispered squeezing the bike's brake by instinct to keep your balance.

"Ya wanna go out and road test it?" he offered once again feeling you tremble against his body.

A lot has changed now, you still don't trust the bikes too much, Daryl knows that, but riding with him you feel safe, secure, you hug his waist like a life preserver and enjoy the ride glued to his body. Daryl missed that too, he's surprised at how easy it was to talk to you, how your relationship slowly developed and now he seems to be back to square one. He frowns tightening his fists on the handlebars of the vehicle. He's not an idiot, he's not going to lose all that because of his stubbornness, you and Erin are his family. The one he has chosen, where he belongs.

The engine slowly stops until you finally come to a complete stop, Daryl rests his feet on the ground and lets you get out first before he does the same. You stand to the side waiting for his orders, you don't know exactly where or what to look for, so you wait for him to say something. However, when he looks back up at you his arms come around you and wrap around you, pulling you tight against his body, hiding his face in your neck.

"I'm sorry..." He whispers and your eyes fill with tears, hugging him too.

"No, you don't have to apologize... I should have..."

"It's okay, that doesn't matter anymore." He breaks the hug and his thumbs brush your cheeks. "I've been too stubborn, but aib't wanna lose ya or Erin..."

"You're not going to, Daryl, that's never going to happen." You assure him and dare to move closer to kiss him.

There is a moment of hesitation, but the two of you kiss intensely. After so long sharing scant contact, that kiss overwhelms you both. You gasp, kissing hungrily, Daryl's fingers tangling in your hair and you cling tighter to his waist, pressing your bodies together until you almost melt against each other.

You had missed each other.

When you return to Alexandria the aura around you both is different, everyone sees it and feels it when you pass by. You've gotten everything on Rick's list, you've let off some adrenaline fighting a small group of Walkers and you've found each other again, it's been a most productive morning and now you just want to get home to your daughter.

Erin smiles and jumps out of Carol's arms when she sees you, she is still small and stumbles over her own feet but nothing stops her from reaching for your arms. You laugh lifting her off the ground to kiss her cheek, Daryl hugs you both, kissing the little girl's head.

"Let's go home." Daryl whispers in your ear, his fingers caressing Dog's head as well.

That night your bed is full again, Erin sleeps with you, cuddled in your arm, Daryl has you snuggled between his, wrapping his arms and legs around your body, one hand resting on Erin's small body, making sure she's there. Dog has made a hole for himself at the foot of the bed, though he's not allowed to sleep there. But no matter.

A night is a night.

The End.

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I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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1-800-cr33py · 1 year

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Oh my god. Habit purring..

He is a truly heinous being, but like..If cat purrs are amazing, and one of the most calming sounds on earth, think of a human sized cat’s purrs

So I’m not crazy for thinking this tysm anon

I like to think it’s his way to remind you that he’s there, he’s content. Imagine just being held by Habit and he’s purring, petting your head like you’re a pet? I’d die a happy person if it mean’s experience that.

I believe it’s also his way of soothing you. We all know cat purrs ease muscle tension and lower stress levels, so imagine Habit, in all his stubborn glory, cooing at you and giving you reassurance after a hard day and he just starts purring. It takes a while to get used to, but damn if the vibrations from his chest don’t make you melt

#lovely ask <3 #habit everymanhybrid #everymanhybrid #emh headcanons #habit x reader #fluff stuff #1800cr33py

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your-favorite-pirate · 25 days

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Kitten (Owner!Minho and kitten gn!reader,fluff)

CHAPTER ONE

Minho lies awake in his bed, debating whether he should get ice cream. It was 11pm but his craving won in the end and he went to the convenience store a few minutes away from his house. On his walk back he heard a small meow and his cat lover's heart needed to find the source of the meow. As he walked around the area trying to find it he saw a bag move along with a weak meow coming from inside of it. Minho opened the bag to find a tiny kitten covered in gunk. He took the kitten home immediately and gently washed the kitten.

"Oh, poor baby," he cooed as the kitten snuggled up to him. He finished washing the kitten and revealed its pretty white fur. “You’re gorgeous baby do you have a name?" he said and dried the kitten . He gave his new baby some food and water and thought about a name for them.

“I think you look like a Y/N” he declared as the kitten curled up on his lap kneading his sweatpants and purring. “Yeah, you’re definitely a Y/N my little cutie." He kissed the purring kitten's head before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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First fic uploaded

sorry if it's bad

#skz #lee know #kitten #skz imagines #skz series #lee know series #fluff stuff #prob gonna add minsung into this at some point

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Good Morning (Eddie Munson drabble)

Bleary eyes parted as you slowly woke up, eyes fluttering at the gleam of sunlight blinding through the blinds. You groaned softly, stretching your legs out under the blanket. Beside you, Eddie started stirring as well, a soft groan escaping his lips as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He automatically reached for you – hand feeling out beside of him until it touched you and he let out a contented sigh.

“Still here,” you mumbled sleepily, scooching closer.

He held his arm up for you to slide flush against him, tucking your head under his chin as he wrapped you tightly in his embrace. He could feel you trembling against him, the cool air of the house in the early mornings making you chilly as he ran his warm hand over your exposed skin.

“Mornin’” Eddie mumbled, voice still raspy with sleepy grit, the bass in his voice rumbling against your ear that was pressed against his chest.

“Morning, baby.” You whispered, tilting your head back just enough to kiss him.

Soft, sweet open mouthed kisses shared as his hand came up to grasp your chin, pressing you down into the mattress as he rolled you onto your back. Your fingers threaded through his hair, the guitar pick that hung from his necklace falling down and tickling your neck. The only thing that could be heard in the otherwise quiet house was the soft smack of your lips moving together until the unmistakable sound of pajama covered small thudding footsteps could be heard running down to your bedroom door.

“Shit,” Eddie laughed softly as he moved to lay back down beside of you quickly.

The door opened and you and Eddie shared a soft grin as you kept quiet. The toddler made his way over to the bed, stood there a few seconds beside of Eddie and then mumbled, “Up, please?”

You sat up just in time to see a teddy bear slung over the side of the bed and then a tiny wild dark haired boy being scooped up in Eddie’s arms. He grinned at the two of you behind the pacifier that dangled from his mouth, big brown eyes that matched his fathers still sleep filled.

The tiny boy laid his head down on Eddie’s chest as you done the same, feeling Eddie’s arm wrap around your and pulling you closer. You watched as the tiny brown eyes slowly drifted back to sleep, clutching his bear in his hand as Eddy patted his back. The toddler finally fell back asleep and you glanced up to see Eddie’s eyes closed as well, a protective arm wrapped around both you and your son.

You laid like that for at least an hour, watching as the two boys slept so peacefully and in that moment, you knew what true bliss was.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson fanfic #fluff stuff #thefreakymunson #joseph quinn #Original Fics

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Chris Sturniolo pt 1

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luvsae · 1 year

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more hyunsu headcanons [short] !!

- hyunsu LOVES hugs. normal hugs, back hugs, the hug you give him when you two wake up. he just adorss them

- he loves when you play with his hair. whether you're actually styling it or just playing with it while you two talk, he's just relaxed by your touch

- i feel like he would attempt to cook for you and even if he fails he knows you'll love it anyway

- definitely loves late night walks. if he can't sleep he will bring you on a walk and vice versa

- painting together - he isn't usually a painter but if you want to paint just know he will immediately join you

- hyunsu loves physical touch - hugs, holding hands, laying together. he loves little things like that

- takes pictures of you every time you two go out. he thinks you're the most stunning person he's ever seen and wants to capture every moment of you

- hyunsu would definitely help you with anything and wants to be helpful all the time

#cha hyunsu x reader #sweet home x reader #sweet home #cha hyun su #fluff scenario #fluff stuff #fanfic #headcanon

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kohanatrustme · 5 months

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Summary:

@tendres-coeurs ❄ Carmeo/Promeo Winter Wonderland ❄ (WinterWonderland) Prompt 2 : Sweaters & Scarves OR Blankets & Stockings Romeo goes to a diner with his theatre group while Carlo stays home with a special plaid. * “So, what do you think?” Romeo prompts, sliding into the living room with outstretched arms and a shit eating grin. [...] Carlo [...] spits out his tea and starts laughing.

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This week prompts were [ Sweaters & Scarves / Blankets & Stockings ]. I ended up with Sweaters & Blankets xD

#my writing #lies of p #lies of p fanfic #carmeo #lies of p carlo #lies of p romeo #fluff stuff #plaid

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honeyfluff · 2 months

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I've talked about kms before I turned 30, but what if I made my 30s better than my 20s ever were? What if I tried

#fluff stuff

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luffyvace · 6 days

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X☆☆GIRLFRIEND AIURA ☆☆X

I LOVE AIURA SHE’D BE THE BEST PLATONICALLY AND ROMANTICALLY 💗💗

she’s my fav tdlosk girl ♡

She’s so supportive!! Anything you dream of or want to do she’ll invest in it and cheer you on! She spend money to fund whatever your doing or if it doesn’t require money she’ll be there whenever you practice/train, etc! She’s your number 1 fan/cheerleader and will literally dress up as one if it further motivates you 😂🤗👍 If you get burnt out she gives you pep talks to keep going and believes wholeheartedly you’ll be famous one day! She can use her powers to check if you want? 😙

she’s very blunt- 😭 she says what she wants to say—when she wants to say it, therefore you will always get her honest opinion on something. Don’t bother going to her if you want her to sugarcoat something. Your better off going to teruhashi or chiyo for that 🤷‍��️ But if you like straight forward constructive criticism, then she’s your girl! (Literally 😆) don’t get me wrong! She won’t only point out all the flaws in whatever your asking her for advise for, she also praises what you did good on!! <3 I mean she does give others advice on a daily so i reckon she’d be pretty darn good at it.

she love shopping 😍😍 (me too) even if you don’t like it ngl she’s gonna drag you on her shopping halls anyway. It’s not like she can push two carts worth of clothes by herself 😜 she makes you rate her fits out of 10 and models it in front of you before you do. You’d better be paying attention too! Don’t ignore her⁉️😤 (Or she’s making you pay for everything)

obviously she has a stellar fashion sense so if you ever don’t know what to wear, you can always go to her :) she’ll dress you up anyway if she thinks your clothes are too bland so don’t even worry about it at this point. 😭 you just gotta be on par with her taster in fashion!! Like?? How can she look good but her s/o doesn’t???? No way! Your both gonna look like stars 🤩⭐️

you’d best tell her your fashion sense too or else she’s just gonna make you a gyaru as well 😀 (for the record there are male gyaru’s)

she will fortune tell your future together to see if your compatible, she’s a really dedicated girlfriend so she’ll do her best to make the relationship work out. As seen with saiki in the anime, except she fails in courting him- but this time it’s with you and you didn’t fumble the bag so two are already together

if it doesn’t work out she’ll try and figure out why and change it! No way her and her for liferrrrrs/soulmate isn’t going to be together foe eva?? 🤨 wym?

shes pretty stubborn so she’s determined to fix whatever went wrong :P

if she sees a ideal future she won’t stop talking about it

she practically dreams of it 😭💗💗

she daydreams and fantasizes about it more than she realizes. If torisuka found out he’d definitely make fun of her- only to get kicked in to the land of no kids 😂🥋 (🤭😶)

you suppport her in her job, you take her out for a spa if she’s had a rough day. Her clients be getting wild. 😭 Your usually there with her but she’ll rant to you about it after she gets off work anyway because she just needs to get her thoughts out. Not that your complaining, she’s always coming up with the most ridiculous insults that make you laugh, so it’s not unbearable 🤷‍♀️😂

your gera (aura) looks the most attractive to her!! ⭐️😚 like, she can see them and everybody’s looks different right? Well she romanticizes you (which is ironic because she’s brutally honest if you ask me) so she’s naturally attracted to your aura. Will actively seek you out in a crowd using this. >:3 She’s likely scared you a couple times by the way she turns around, knowing your there, before you call her name….😃

She’s open to using her powers to help others, so obviously any favor you ask of her that require them is no biggie for her! 😼👍

will also use her powers to make sure nothing ever happens to you 😤💖 don’t worry!! Your psychic girlfriend will protect you!

(If it calls for it she’ll get saiki to help since he can do much more than her—maybe torisuka too if the problem is a ghost 😒)

you get to hang out with the psychic trio since she 100% told you about they’re powers 😭

well what did you except? she trusts you! Not sorry Saiki 😜🤷‍♀️

she makes a lot of money from her job and spoils you with it 🤗 Don’t worry about paying her back she said! Let your psychic girlfriend spoil you! >:D You want clothes? She’s does too!! Let’s go shopping! Your hungry? Let’s eat out! You pick the place ;) You picked up a new hobby and need xyz for it?? She’s bought it and sent the delivery address to your house 💋 (Call her when you open it!! :P 😤)

also for the record she 100% found out you were gonna start dating/accept her love confession through her crystal ball. 😅💞 She was so hype about it and couldn’t stop thinking of you. She did her best to collect as much info on you as possible from her crystal ball and others who knew you.

she probably gives you a nickname that you have a love/hate relationship with. One of those nicknames that annoy you, but only she can get away with it cuz it’s her- so it’s endearing <33

either that or a real cheesy pet name she won’t stop calling you 😭🤦‍♀️

“Honey-bear!~ come here for a second!”

you always end up running around—getting dragged in her ‘adventures’ while helping others. Saiki too, so he’s likely there as well. She just can’t fight the urge to help those in need! Idk if it’s canon but if it’s not, I hc her to be an actual empath 💗⭐️

Overall you lowkey love her rambunctiousness and especially how she’s not afraid to be herself 😭💗💗

Hopefully you guys enjoyed these hcs of my fav girllll!!!

I love her she’s SPECTACULAR!! 😍😍⭐️

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