#just two goofs in love and having a dinner date at home

[samkerrworshipper]

underneath the surface

umm so i’m back.. kind of? this fic was a rollercoaster but i hold it very near and dear to my heart. i hope you all enjoy it and find some comfort in it because i definitely do <3

warnings: no warnings just some medical jargon and talks of endometriosis!

Alexia has always been credited for her attentiveness.

Most people say that it’s the reason she’s such a good captain, and of course, she denies to everybody that she just goofs around less than some of her teammates.

But, inevitably, it’s true, Alexia is a lot more attentive than other people. She pays attention to the small things, the under the surface things, things that most people wouldn’t bat an eyelid at.

Although, in her opinion, she doesn’t need to be observant nor attentive to be curious about this one part of your relationship.

It doesn’t take brilliant observation skills to recognise a pattern, from the age of two most people are able to recognise patterns. For a two year old, it’s colours and shapes and different farm animals. For Alexia it’s become an observation.

It’s routine, a pattern, a constant repeat in your relationship that for the first few months she ignored.

Like a broken record constantly repeating itself, every month, without fail, you disappeared for a couple of nights.

Not literally, for those days you’ll retreat of the pitch and inside to the gym but Alexia still sees you everyday, and for the most part, you’ll still go out for coffee with her and go on walks together, but for at least three nights, sometimes up to 7, there are no sleepovers, no late night movie binges, no dinners.

It went unnoticed by Alexia for longer than normal, love was Alexia’s biggest weakness and it subtly impaired her abilities to be as observant as she prided herself.

Who could blame her? It was hard to be detail oriented when she was too busy enjoying the puppy dog love that came from realising that she was so in love with her life with you, even if it was still relatively new.

But, even with her focus partially impaired, it didn’t take a whole lot of skills to recognise the abnormality of what was occurring.

It was particularly abnormal, because for every other day of the month, you spent your nights at Alexia’s. Alexia would even go as far to say that you're pretty much moved into her apartment. Your dog had a bed in her apartment, your training kit and bag had a permanent spot at her door, most of your clothes were now sitting next to Alexia’s in her wardrobe.

Your apartment, for the most part, existed purely for the sake of storing all of your furniture. Alexia had brought up leasing it, you’d been dating for almost a year now and whilst it was a short time to move in with each other, the two of you spent so much time together that to her it made the most sense. Beyond that, it was her way of testing the water, to see if her observation was as real as she began to think it was.

Your immediate denial of the idea confirmed what she had been beginning to think.

Originally, she’d thought that maybe you were overwhelmed from constantly being around Alexia, it was a lot being at training together all day and then heading home to each other.

It didn't make sense though.

When you were together, you were attached at the hip. You were both naturally clingy towards each other and after questioning Mapi about it, as ambiguously as she could, she was backed up in that it wasn’t normal behaviour for an overwhelmed person to be so eager to be so connected.

So, the theory was canned and when the following month the same thing happened, Alexia’s curiosity peaked once again.

She moved onto a theory that maybe it was some kind of homesickness, that you just needed to sleep in your own bed a couple of nights every month.

But not only did you constantly complain about your own apartment and how unhomey it felt in comparison to Alexia’s, it was always the same week every month.

Which should have been the biggest clue, and yet for whatever reason it had completely slipped past Alexia.

It was only when one of the team doctors had approached Alexia about her cycle changing, that it all clicked for her.

Alexia’s period had skipped, and they’d logged it a couple of months ago. Obviously, without noticing, it had been because the two of you had synched up, which made plenty of sense.

Alexia’s period was an inconvenience, but it wasn’t a true bother, just something she had to put up with. In all honesties though, for her, her period was nothing to her, she had hardly any symptoms, her body functioned the exact same way, everything was almost the exact same.

Yet, every month, when apparently your period came around, you happened to disappear for a couple of days. Alexia would have loved to think it was a coincidence, but with her new knowledge, she decided to put it to test.

She wasn’t surprised, when the following month her own period came, a couple of days later you were back to hiding out at your place for a couple of nights.

Like lightwork, when you came back to Alexia, you were the exact same, like nothing had happened, and yet Alexia was certain that there was something being hidden underneath the surface.

A lot of people were insecure about their period, Alexia had grown up in a house full of girls, her period had been anything but stigmatised, and she was grateful for that.

She was self aware enough though to know that not everybody was fortunate enough to have that same experience. She was also aware that unfortunately, sometimes peoples partners could be unaccepting and close minded about those kinds of things.

So, when the following month, Alexia got her period and without fail, four days later you mentioned that you would drive yourself to training so that you could head back to your apartment afterwards, Alexia was already plotting away.

She had time to think about it during video review that day, there wasn’t a lot to focus on then when the team was coming off of a 4-0 win to Atletico and anything that was of importance, aAlexia had already noted when she’d watched the immediately after the game.

It was a sound plan in her mind, chocolate, a heat pack, your favourite italian takeaway, Alexia’s favourite hoodie that you always tried to steal and your favourite blanket from her apartment.

Alexia wanted you to know that you could be just as comfortable in her home, regardless of what was happening. Hopefully, in knowing that, you’d let go of the part of you that was so clearly avoiding Alexia.

Alexia, above being observant, liked to be a problem solver. She liked to take initiative, she liked to fix things.

So, after a shower and a quick snack when she’d returned home, she packed up all of the supplies. On the way to your apartment, which she hadn’t visited in months, she picked up food and then was on her way.

In the early months of your relationship, it had just been easier for the two of you to spend time at Alexia’s because it was closer to the training grounds and more lived in.

Whilst you’d been living in Barcelona now for nearly three years, your home was still in England, and it had been hard for you to fully settle into Barcelona even if it was your home for now.

Alexia knew it, so she’d welcomed you into her home with open arms. It had been heartwarming for her to slowly watch you integrate yourself into Alexia’s life, it made her happier then anything else.

So, she made her mind up that whatever this bump was, she was going to help you get over it, so that she could have all of you, and most importantly so you would feel like Alexia cared.

The feeling that Alexia got as she pulled up next to your car in the lot of your apartment was chilling, in her gut it felt like something was wrong. It was a feeling that set into Alexia's stomach as she stepped out of her car and hurried to collect her things before making her way over to the elevator.

Alexia stays as composed as she can manage, even though on the inside, the worry is starting to set in.

It’s not like theoretically she has anything to worry about, it’s not like this is an abnormal situation, but the weird feeling in Alexia’s stomach is putting her off and the only thing that she can think will make it better is seeing your face.

All Alexia wants to do is wrap you up in her arms for a moment, for her own peace of mind, to stop the off feeling that has been resonating inside of her as she’s tried to get to the bottom of this problem, that’s not really a problem. It’s an inconsistency, and one thing about Alexia is that she doesn’t like inconsistency. She fixes problems, she doesn’t enjoy living life whilst there is something that isn’t quite right, and she needs to make this right.

Alexia knocks at your door quietly, two little raps that she hopes you hear.

When she receives nothing in response, she knocks again, this time a little bit louder.

Alexia waits a few seconds, whilst it’s been a couple of hours since your session there is the off chance that you're in the shower or bath.

After quite a bit of waiting with no noises from the other side of the door, Alexia knocks once more, already pulling her keychain from her pocket and feeling for the spare key to your apartment.

When she finds it, she pulls it up to the lock, waiting just a few more seconds before slotting it into the keyhole and twisting it until it clicks.

The first thing Alexia notices is that your apartment is completely pitch black and if it weren’t for the fact that she saw your car earlier, she might have just left.

Alexia tiptoes her way through the entryway and into your kitchen, it’s hard to see much with all of the blinds pulled shut and none of the lights on, so she blindly feels around for the light switch until she finally finds it and flicks it.

The immediate groan that comes from the direction of your couch definitely does not go unnoticed by Alexia.

“Lights off.”

As fast as she can, Alexia turns the light back off, before curiously tiptoeing over to the edge of your couch.

You’re a lump under a pile of blankets, but she’s able to make out the shape of your body underneath it.

“Hey baby.”

You groan again, and the feeling in Alexia’s stomach only gets worse.

Alexia takes a few steps forwards, assessing you in front of her.

Her hand reaches out tentatively for you, she feels around the mass of blankets until she feels a part of your body underneath the pile of fluff, she follows the lump until she makes her way up to your head.

Your whole body is warm, or the blankets are warm, she isn’t actually quite sure where the blankets end and your body starts.

“Why are you here?”

Your voice is all croaky, and Alexia is certain you must be sick and she’s somehow missed all the symptoms of it.

“I wanted to spend the night with you.”

Alexia’s hand finally finds a bit of skin on your neck and she traces her fingers until she finds your jawline.

“Go home, Ale.”

The sound of your voice is making Alexia antsy, she can’t believe she’s missed the fact that you are sick.

“No, bebita, you’re sick and I’m here to look after you. I have your favourite food and chocolate, we can cuddle up in bed and you can sleep this off. I brought my hoodie for you.”

Alexia turns your head up, so your hair is peaking out of the blanket mound and she can see your squinted eyes.

“I’m not sick, Alexia.”

You keep your eyes crammed shut for the sake of not making the pounding headache you have any worse.

“Bebita, you’re all hot and croaky, it’s okay to be sick, I’m here to look after you.”

If you weren’t working so hard to keep your eyes closed you’d roll them, but that seems like far too much work for right now.

“Alexia I’m not sick, I’m just on my period.”

Alexia’s brow furrows, if your eyes weren’t closed you’d catch it. It’s the same furrow that always happens when Alexia thinks somebody else is wrong and she’s right.

“Bebita, this seems like a little bit more than a period. It’s okay, I’m here.”

You groan and Alexia recoils slightly.

“It’s just my period.”

Your deadpan makes Alexia confused.

“Your period shouldn’t be this bad. Are you having some heatstroke? It’s been warm out today, or are you having a migraine? You need to remember to hydrate.”

Your head is throbbing and Alexia’s theories aren’t helping.

“I have endometriosis Alexia, this is what my period looks like.It’s not fucking heatstroke or a sickness it’s just how my body is..”

Out of everything Alexia had been suspecting, that wasn’t it.

It suddenly dawns on Alexia that she can’t fix what you’ve just told her, she’s standing in front of you completely dumbfounded at what to do in this moment.

Alexia is a problem solver, she finds solutions for the biggest and smallest problems, and yet she doesn’t have a solution for the problem she is being faced with.

“Baby, just go home, the first night for me is always the worst, if I feel better I can hang out with you tomorrow.”

Alexia doesn’t have a solution to the pain you are going through, but she knows she isn’t going to let you suffer alone. The information that you’ve been doing this by yourself for a year now is making Alexia feel like the worst girlfriend ever and she’s going to change that.

“No, bebita, no. I’m staying here tonight, I’m here for you mi vida. Would it make you feel better if we got you into bed or into a bath? What’s going to make you more comfortable? Have you had medication? How about some food?”

When another groan leaves your lips, Alexia becomes aware that she’s approaching this the wrong way.

“How about I go and put the food in your kitchen and you decide what’s going to make you feel best. I’m here for whatever you need, okay?”

Alexia quietly tiptoes back into your kitchen, taking her time to put her things away and pulling two bottles of water from your fridge before making her way back into your living room.

You’ve emerged from your pile by the time she is back, your eyes are still closed but just seeing your face makes Alexia’s nerves settle just a little bit.

“Can we go to my bed, please?”

Alexia smiles at you softly.

“Of course amor, do you want me to carry you or do you think you can walk?”

The apprehension on your face is enough of a answer for Alexia.

She walks over towards you, picking up your blanket fort and body like it’s nothing and gently lifting you up, stepping carefully in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan out at the change of position, nothing feels good at the moment but Alexia’s arms are more comforting than the scratchy material of your couch cushions.

When she makes it to your bed, she lowers you down like you are the most delicate piece of glass, making sure that you’re tucked underneath the sheets before easing you out of your arms.

“Do you need anything? Heat pack? Water? Talk?”

Again, all Alexia’s words do is make the itching pain all over your body ten times worse, it’s all consuming and makes you feel choked.

“Bed, hugs, that’s all I want.”

Alexia is antsy, she wants to make the pain you are in better, she wants to know what to do right now instead of being completely blind in the situation.

“Are you sure? How about some pain relief or a cold compress?”

Alexia is no doctor, and up until five minutes ago she had absolutely no idea about this whole situation and whether she feels like she can admit it or not she’s terrified about it all.

She’s made up her mind that as soon as you're asleep she’s going to go on a deep dive of google searches to get to the bottom of this whole situation, but that will have to wait.

“Alexia, if you want to be here, just get into bed and give me some fucking hugs. I’m not in the mood to be told what to do with my body when I’ve been dealing with this for years, make up your mind of whether you want to be here or not.”

Alexia avoids conflict with you at all costs, she’s earned the title around your football friends of being your puppy dog, because she simply agrees to anything and everything that leaves your lips, and hearing you remotely mad at her makes her crumble.

“Sorry bebita, I’m so sorry, you’re right. I’m here for whatever you need.”

Alexia makes quick work of slipping her shoes off, something she never got around to in the darkness of your entryway.

She follows by taking her socks and outer layers off, stripping down until she’s in her tank top and a pair of old Barcelona training shorts.

Once she’s done she creeps around to the other side of your bed, slipping underneath the covers as subtly as she can manage.

When she’s completely covered, she lies back, unsure of how to approach all of this new information.

“You’re lying like a rigid corpse.”

Alexia gulps, she can see you in her peripherals, you look absolutely exhausted and in the kindest way possible, ten years older with the amount of wrinkles across your skin, bumps and ridges she can only imagine are the tightness holding in all of the struggle that you’re going through underneath the surface.

“Alexia, I’m okay, I’m not dying.”

Alexia knows theoretically that is true, she doesn’t have endometriosis and she’s not close to anybody who does, but she knows what it is. She knows it’s not cancer or something life-threatening, but the depth of the realisation that you’ve been suffering for so long and have kept it from Alexia is slowly pulling her apart at the seams.

You roll over slightly, it causes shocks of pain to go up and down your back and stomach, but you need the comfort as much as Alexia does, even if she isn’t ready to accept it.

She’s going through her process, compartmentalising all of it so she can be the brave and stoic face she always is.

You’re used to it, and you’ve come to realise that even though in these kinds of situations it seems like Alexia needs to be left alone, in reality she needs to be kept close by her nearest and dearest.

So, you worm your way on top of her body, it makes the cramps ten times worse and the nausea takes control of your stomach, forcing somersault after somersault, but when Alexia’s arms reach around you out of instinct it’s worth it.

You’re in pain, your uterus feels like it’s got knives embedded along the lining of it, like there are needles poking in and out of your back and gunshots being fired across your lower abdomen. But you’re well used to it, you’re used to the feeling of needing to throw up from having such intense throbbing pain across your whole core.

You’re used to the pounding headaches and migraines that come naturally from your body being so inflamed and agitated that all the tension eventually spreads to every single inch of your body, from the tips of your fingers to the edges of your toes.

Your head settles on Alexia’s shoulder, and her hand snakes it’s way down to the outside of your thigh, she’s being more cautious than she’s ever been with you and the normal you would probably be heartwarmed by her sweetness but the part of you that is currently seeing the worst kind of stars because of the cramps coursing through your body is just desperate to climb into her bones now that she is here with you.

It’s been ingrained in you since you were a kid that it was best to not bother other people with your weakness, it was your own struggle, your own burden.

You’d kept it from Alexia for this sole purpose, for the purpose that you knew she would take it all on as her problem, that she would try and fix it all and spend all of her time and energy trying to solve it all when you just wanted her to treat you the exact same.

She treated you like a princess everyday, but add a crippling reproductive condition and you knew she’d treat you like a priceless artefact. You were grateful you had a person in your life who would move heaven and earth in such a way for you but it was suffocating sometimes, when you were functioning on a normal level.

It was with those thoughts running rampant in your head that you slipped off into the same light sleep that you were lucky to drift into in these circumstances.

Whilst you drifted off, Alexia was left alone with her own thoughts.

Insecurity wasn’t something Alexia experienced often, she was secure in her body, she is as secure in her football as she has been since her knee injury, she’s secure in her family and up until today she felt completely secure in her relationship.

Now, she doesn’t know how she feels.

She knows that it’s likely you have a good reason to have kept this a secret, or a reason that you’ve justified to yourself. She knows underneath it all, you’re the one who’s secretly been hiding a big insecurity from her and she has no right to be truly mad about it, she’s disappointed that you haven’t felt able to share this with her when it feels like Alexia has bared all of her deepest, boniest secrets with you.

She does what makes sense, she reaches for her phone from her short pocket and begins to google all of the big questions that are swirling around in her mind.

You might have wanted to keep this a secret from Alexia but now that she knows about it she’d be a bad girlfriend if she didn’t educate herself on this.

So, instead of drifting off to sleep, Alexia drifts off into the land of medical journals and words that she doesn’t understand the meaning of but she’s determined to figure out.

You wake up in the morning in less of a state of excruciating suffering, instead of being stuck in a fiery inferno of hell you feel like you're dancing more on the periphery.

Your body is warm, in a way that makes you feel less like your insides are scorching you from the inside and more like you're generally just hot.

It feels like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon as you try to unroll from the blankets that you’d swaddled yourself in the night beforehand in an attempt to try and make yourself feel as small as possible in hopes it would somehow shrink down everything you were feeling.

It’s a feverish dream, and as you recall your night, blotches begin to come back to you and the memory of your girlfriend appearing somewhere along the way makes the dull cramps across the front of your stomach beat in a way that makes you uncomfortably uneasy all over again.

As you assess your surroundings and open your eyes for what feels like the first time in months, you notice that Alexia is no longer in bed with you.

It’s all extremely faint in your head and there is an off chance you’ve dreamt it all up, but the very faint smell of coffee drifting through the air and folded up clothes sitting on the dresser on the wall across from your bed.

You’re feeling less deathly than last night, so you wager your chances with slowly sitting up in your bed, when you don’t feel any different you begin to lift your legs up.

Your muscles ache in the same way they do every time your period comes around, they tweak and they constrict like you’re an eighty year old instead of a twenty something.

It’s rough, it’s uncomfortable and it’s painful but it’s life.

It’s your life, it’s your burden, it’s your problem and knowing that Alexia is now a part of it all makes you queasy in a completely different way.

Your heavy on your feet as you stand up and begin to creep towards the door of your bedroom, with every step every one of your toes grinds against the floorboards. Your heel digs in, your ankles crunch, your body moves in a way that mirrors the way that you are crumbling from within. On these kinds of days, weeks and months, everything hurts. Everything is an effort.

Once you make it to your open door, you steady yourself against it, your nerves are working against you, everything inside of you is actively trying to stop you and you’ll be damned if you let it happen.

You only stand still long enough for it to be classified in your brain as a stall, not a break, not a stop. You can’t stop in times like this, if you stop then you’ll never get going again and that is a whole pit of fuckedupness that you aren’t ready to dive into.

From the door, you try your hardest to tiptoe your way through the hallway to your living space, but it’s impossible in your body.

As you inch closer, the sound of Alexia only becomes more apparent and obvious, and as you creep closer the agitation across your body only gets worse.

As you reach the archway between your hallway and living space, the sight in front of you makes your heart throb and your uterus ache even worse then it already is.

Alexia is swaying in your kitchen, apparently to whatever music she has playing in her head. There is coffee on the counter, accompanied by two bottles of juice and water, like she couldn’t decide what would be best. To accompany the extra drinks is toast, eggs, bacon and pancakes on the stove.

It’s too much.

With the combination of hormones in your bloodstream you’re honestly impressed that you don’t burst into tears.

Alexia’s still here.

Alexia, sweet, loyal Alexia.

You’ve been conditioned to keep all of this a secret, that during this week it’s best to keep yourself and everything you’re going through hidden, for the best of yourself and for everyone around you. Yet, here Alexia is doing way too much for you.

You’re downward spiralling when her voice breaks you out.

“Hey bebe.”

Her voice is close to a coo, the same voice she uses with Irene’s son. You don’t let it affect you in the moment, but you’ll think about the tactic of it later.

“I have food for you, and coffee if you want it, but google told me that sometimes that’s not always good for endometriosis. So I got juice as well, because google also said it might help with inflammation.”

The thought behind it is extremely sweet, and you feel slightly overwhelmed by all of the options.

“You didn’t need to do that for me.”

Alexia frowns, it’s slight and hardly noticeable, but the little wrinkle between her eyebrows is an immediate tell.

“I wanted to, I want to help you, however I can.”

The sentiment behind her words is lost in the sudden shock that you experience as her words settle in, you’ve never met a single person, besides a doctor whose job it was to help you, that gave a shit about this.

When you have no words, Alexia finds some for you.

“I want to talk to you about this, I want to know about it, I want to help you. We’re partners, we do everything together, and I want to do this with you. I don’t want you to lock me out and I don’t want you suffering alone. I’m here for this, I’m here for you to lean on.”

You nod your head, her words feel like a drug, like it’s lifting away some of the pain you’re going through.

“I’m serious, this isn’t something you can hide from me. You looked after me when I hurt my knee and I am here to look after you in the same way when you’re in pain. Bebita?”

Alexia’s hand falls to your side, caressing your hip gently.

“I’m not used to people knowing about this, and I’m even more not used to people caring, I’m sorry, it’s just a lot to process.”

Alexia’s face softens, and before you can say any other stupid mumbles, she pulls you from the hip into her body. Her arms are warm, and yet oddly they soothe your prickly skin.

You melt into Alexia, you feel like shit but she makes you feel marginally better.

“Coffee, or juice?”

You stifle a giggle that falls from your lips.

“Juice, please.”

Alexia relaxes her arms, taking a step back.

“Can I get you any pain relief, or a new heat pack? Is your headache better?”

Alexia looks at you with so much genuine care that it’s hard to not feel embarrassed.

“Pain relief doesn’t sit well in my stomach on a good day. I save heat packs for when the cramps are really bad or else they don’t have the same effect. My headaches normally are at the end of the day as a result of tension build up during the day.”

Alexia looks as if she’s taking mental note of everything you’ve just told her, for later.

“How about some food, hmm?”

You want to say yes, because Alexia’s clearly gone to so much effort for you, but you know that if you eat this early and then train your stomach contents is going to end up on a pitch or somewhere inconvenient.

“My stomach won’t keep it if we train later, I’m better to eat afterwards.”

Alexia’s brow furrows once again.

“I called the doctor and Pere this morning, we’re both taking today off.”

Everything warm and good about the moment fades, and suddenly all you feel is confusion.

“Why did you do that?”

Alexia steps away from you and retreats into your kitchen, grabbing a glass for you and picking up the bottle of juice that she knows you prefer.

“Because I thought you were dying last night, and you can’t tell me that all of that has just disappeared this morning. You’re struggling and you don’t need to push through pain to prove that you are worthy or good enough. You’re self worth shouldn’t be dictated by you proving to yourself that you can work through a chronic disease. I’m sorry that I didn't notice earlier and that I wasn't there for you earlier but I'm here to advocate for you now.”

You want to tell Alexia that you don’t need an advocate, you can advocate just fine for yourself. But a part of you knows that she doesn’t want to hear it and that part of you is also the part that is crippling from the inside and simply doesn’t have the energy to argue with your girlfriend.

“I train just fine normally.”

Alexia can’t argue that, even though you spend the time in the gym, she’s never heard of anything out of the ordinary occurring.

“But you don’t have to. In fact when I talked to our doctor she told me that she’d been insisting on you being more cautious of your cycle and spending more time resting during it considering your history.”

You roll your eyes, taking the glass of juice Alexia offers you.

Alexia plates up a breakfast that could feed a family of four, but it makes you feel less bad for not eating any of it.

“It’s my body, I know my limits.”

You focus on your glass of juice and not the face Alexia makes at you.

“You know how to continuously meet and exceed your limits, but what about just leaving them and giving yourself some peace. I know nothing about what you are going through, I can only sympathise. But I know this must be incredibly hard and I know you definitely do not give yourself enough grace and definitely don’t care for your needs enough. I’m here for you to confide in, I’ve done my research, I’m prepared to help however you need.”

It’s endearing how clearly prepared Alexia has made herself.

“You’ve done your research, hmm?”

Alexia nods proudly.

“Lots of it. Like about how orgasms can help with cramps.”

She looks like she’s going to say more, but you splutter your juice straight back into your cup, causing her to stop.

Alexia’s always been more open with her sexuality then you are, it’s culturally more acceptable in Spain but she also grew up with it being slightly more normalised.

“Alexia.”

Her grin is broad, like she’s proud that she’s managed to embarrass you.

“It’s true! Although for some people endometriosis can cause pain whilst having sex, so if you’re one of those people then it may not work but if you want to try I’m happy to help, fingers, toys, everything but mouths is on the table.”

Your blush only gets more cemented.

“I’m okay for right now, the thought of any kind of intimacy makes my fallopian tubes ache.”

Alexia nods her head, you are certain that sometime in the future this topic will arise again. Alexia’s rabbit-like sex drive makes it hard to not involve sex in everything you do together.

“Can I ask what your symptoms normally look like?”

Alexia’s lip is caught between her teeth, it’s the first time she’s looked nervous this entire conversation.

“Of course. Normally for me, I get bad pelvic pain which never really goes away, sweats, fever sometimes, cramps everywhere, i bloat, i get quite nauseous and occasionally it can make me moody. Furthermore, it can cause me to have migraines, some joint pain, insomnia, there are other things but those are the main ones. Overall it just makes me drained, i’m more fatigued but I can’t sleep, it makes me feel pretty lifeless.”

Alexia nods, she listens to every single word with so much attention.

“I always assumed the scars on your stomach were from getting your appendix removed, but I’m assuming now it’s a laparoscopy?”

You’re impressed by the level of detail Alexia has gone to for you.

“I have had my appendix removed but also yes, I’ve had two laparoscopy’s and I’m putting off getting my third done.”

Alexia nods.

“Do they make it better?”

You bite your lip before nodding.

“It’s never perfect, but for a bit it definitely makes my symptoms better. I’m putting off getting my next one because the last time I did it put me out of action for two months and it took me a while to get back to where I was. My body is different, it changes you. Before you ask, I’ve tried birth control, I’ve tried IUD’s, I’ve tried other forms of contraception, they all made it impossible for me to play football.”

Alexia shakes her head.

“I wasn’t going to ask you that, it’s your decision what you do and don’t put in your body, and I’m sure you’re just making whatever decisions work best for you.”

It’s refreshing having somebody not question what you do and don’t do for yourself.

“That means a lot to me.”

Alexia puts down her cutlery, her food somehow disappearing into her stomach.

“It’s just what love is, and I’m here to love you for forever, if you’ll let me.”

You’ve put off crying, you’ve tried your very best, but it’s not possible anymore.

The tears fall freely, and before you know it Alexia has pulled you into her lap.

It hurts, everything hurts, and yet everything feels so much better knowing you’re in her arms.

“I’ve got you bebita, I’m here now, I’m here to help you work this all out.”

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whelp that’s done! thoughts, feedback and general opinions would be appreciated! i’m so happy to have made something for yall and it’s rushed and super unedited and definitely not my favorite work but i hope you enjoy it all the same 🫶

[jeondesu]

ೀ⋆ 🍂 SKZ + WAYS THEY SHOW “ I LOVE YOU ” !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ ot8 x gn!reader ˒˓ established relationship genre: fluff warnings: not many… just some mentions of food & kissing <3

this is an old repost from my deleted blog !

방찬/BANG CHAN.

chan is the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. he’s the type to never let you lift a finger when he’s around you. whether it be fixing a broken pipe in the house or carrying all of the groceries; it wasn’t a problem for him at all. he may get consumed in his work sometimes but that didn’t mean he spends less quality time with you. he’d call you throughout the day to check up on you and tell you how much he misses you. he’d share what he was working on and update you on small things. always smothering you once he comes home— no seriously, he does not let you breathe. he’d pepper kisses all over your face whilst having you wrapped tightly in his arms. the warmth of his loving embrace made you feel the safest and utmost protected.

리노/LEE KNOW.

lovesss taking you out on fun interactive dates. movies, bowling, mini golf, fruit-picking, and candlelit dinners were a just a few to name. minho enjoyed going to small family owned restaurants, he loved desserts and would order a milkshake with two straws on each side. you’d be playing footsie under the table like little kids, teasing you while staring into each others eyes trying not to burst out laughing. he loves you just as much as he loves his cats and that’s saying a whole lot. he has a picture of you playing with soonie and dori as his lock screen, it was probably the cutest pic he’s ever taken of you. he calls you and his cats a little family >\\< he loves the way they all get along with you and it affirms even more that you really are the one for him.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

constantly showers you with dozens upon dozens of compliments. could write a full-fledged novel on simply everything he adores about you. he’ll write sweet notes from time to time and leave them in random areas for you to find. your relationship with him always kept you guessing, he was so full of pleasant surprises. he noticed the littlest details about you and could practically read you like a book. he knew immediately when you were in a slump, it became his personal mission to cheer you up. is super touchy feely with you but does it with the most pure intentions. pressing feathery kisses along your hands and the insides of your palms, then trails further up your arm. he loved seeing how flustered you’d get by it, only wanting to keep doing it more.

현진/HYUNJIN.

treats you as his artistic muse. his deep infatuation with you fed his inspiration with new ideas constantly. his paintings were a reflection of his mind, his most inner thoughts and emotions. almost every painting he’s done was inspired by you in some way, shape, or form. art and photography are one his favorite hobbies so naturally he’s going to always wanna snap pictures of you. whenever you two go on dates he takes pics of you without you knowing, smiling to himself and thinking how lucky he is to have you. he tells you often how much you mean to him, he was a very vocal partner. you didn’t need to ask for reassurance because hyunjin would just give it to you anyway. it was like he could read your mind, he understood you on a intuitive and spiritual level.

한/HAN.

he is completely and authentically himself when he’s with you. your relationship is the most easy going thing in his life, he couldn’t imagine life without you. he loves that your humor is the same and you’re both always goofing off. he feels most accomplished if he can make you laugh until your stomachs start hurting. almost everything was a joke to him but the love he had for you was definitely not. he share’s everything with you, his clothes, favorite snacks, deepest secrets, nothing off limits for him. never stops talking about you with the other members, every little thing reminds of him you so he has to announce it. he could be doing something serious and then one of your inside jokes would randomly pop in his head, smiling like an idiot to himself. he was so proud to have you as his lover and best friend.

필릭스/FELIX.

the most sweet, nurturing, individual in the universe. put a million heart emojis next to your contact name and never fails each time to get a stomach full of butterflies every time he’s with you. hears a song that reminds him of you and instantly sends it; will make monthly playlists for you too. he gets lost in your eyes all the time, can’t help but feel his heart beat out his chest by your ethereal beauty. you could be having an in-depth conversation with him and he’d zone out from just looking at you. he can’t stand being away from you when he’s gone and gets real sad and lonely if he can’t hold you >.< will send you LENGTHY messages of what he loves most about you and how much he wants to be with you. if he can’t physically be there, he’ll do all he can to still feel like he’s right beside you.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

thoughtful gestures were his love language. he would notice your shoe is untied as you’re both walking and stop everything he’s doing to fix it for you. will do anything you ask him to at the drop of a hat. does chores and tasks around the house when you aren’t feeling up to it, he never complains about it either which you love. lots and lots of hugs and kisses !! he especially loves hugging you from behind and resting his head within the crevice of your shoulder. he’d kiss your knuckle before dancing with you in the kitchen and acting like an old married couple. the two of you would be slow dancing and lock eyes, your lips would collide as you both sway to the melody of the song. it was soft moments like these that proved seungmin owned all of your love.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

very much into showing PDA and lots of it. doesn’t really care about what the other members think when he touches or kisses you in front of them. likes to give you unexpected forehead and neck kisses, intertwining his fingers with yours while doing so. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it as a gift and you never took it off since the day he gave it to you. whenever he’s gone for long periods of times that necklace would get you through it all. he’d also buy matching couples pajamas and plan a night in where you do face masks and watch movies (^o^). late night cuddling was his forte; you’d be all tangled up in bed together and he’d leave short series of pecks to your cheek until you lull asleep in his arms.

[avaf00rd]

Leah Williamson relationship HC

A better fic will be out soon hang tight.

This is a scrap I made.

I would barely classify these as head cannons as they are very long. They are just about your relationship in general☺️

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-you and Leah were best friends and crazy close when you first joined Arsenal in 2017. When you left to go to Barcelona in 2019 you both felt like a huge part of your lives were missing. When you came back to Arsenal in 2021 you both realised you were in love and started dating

-you always praise Leah for being the most fashionable person you know. You weren’t terrible yourself but you were always getting her to help you with what to wear daily

-whenever you two go to events together Leah will always make sure you get to the after party. Your pretty good at calling it a night often, which means Leah is dragging you for more drinks more often that not

-you, Leah and Alex Scott were sort of a trio. Sure Leah and Alex were a tad closer. But you had all been on multiple trips together

-your the cook of the house. She can’t go much further than toast. She tried to make frozen chicken one time for you both, but it ended up breaking the oven due to a weird setting she turned the oven on to.

-when she did her ACL you were in tears for her. When she walked off, She told you to get a goal for her. You didn’t in the end which made you sick to your stomach. You felt terrible and was just as devastated as Leah.

-your Australian. So bringing Leah over to your home was your favourite thing.

-Christmas in your house was amazing. You both decked out the house completely and danced and sung to Christmas songs all December.

-when buying your first house together. You had the biggest say. You had great taste is properties to buy so you kind of found a flat online and showed Leah. She said yes so you immediately booked an inspection. You got that flat two days later.

-You also bought all the furniture one night when you were both on international break and got it delivered to where Leah was. She was a bit shocked when she FaceTimed you after coming home to 45 delivery boxes.

-your taste in movies was so divergent. She liked the more fantasy movies like lord of the rings and Harry Potter. She also loved horror. Which was terrible for you. You loved romance movies, you’re either making Leah watch that or some stupid documentary you heard of.

-you were a huge dog person. And Leah already owned a dog when you first moved in together, but you had 2. So now it’s a crazy house 24/7.

-you love being together in the kitchen, listening to music and goofing around with a good bottle of wine. You both turn on old love songs and slow dance around the kitchen.

-she made you late to most trainings. Due to her stuffing around in the mornings. It got even worse when she cut her bangs

-one afternoon you were both chatting on how she used to have a fringe as a child. You said she would suit one (but you think she suits anything). So of course 2 weeks later she texts you to let you know she’s going to the hairdresser…

-Leah can be kinky asf. Come on we all know this

-sometimes after dinner you will beg her to play on the piano for you. She’s actually outstanding at it and you’re so proud of her. You will take your wine glass over and sit on the seat next to her while she plays.

-you tried to convince her to get Santa photos with the dogs. Which she very quickly declined.

-you were very good at makeup. You became obsessed with it as a teenage girl. So you find yourself doing Leah’s a lot for nights out and events. Even just doing a big look for fun.

-the girl couldn’t ride a bike to save her life. So you always tried to help teach her . She would somehow always say yes, Even if it was just an excuse to get a good laugh out of you.

-you and your Matilda’s team played in the World Cup and came fourth after being knocked out by her country in the semis. Your heart ached that you couldn’t finish it for your country, but it ached just the same at the fact that your girlfriend couldn’t lead her country to the grand finals like she had always dreamt of.

-every night you slept with your head tucked into the crook of her neck, arms cuddling onto her torso. It was just the best way both of your bodies melted together.

-sometimes she tried to take you on golfing dates. The first time she did, she told you she was good. Like the powerful Leah Williamson would. You were humble and said you would need her help. But when you swung your shot you actually made a great one and it had Leah’s jaw on the floor.

-you both had your first photo shoot together in 2020 just before covid. And you lived very minute of it. Now you have done heaps for brands like Calvin Klein, bikini brands, and more together, you both now being known for your hot couple photo shoots.

-you were both completely clumsy. The worst thing was when Leah and you had to screw a window nail tighter. Don’t ask why. But you apparently weren’t holding it properly. Causing it to fall out the other side of the frame. Completely shattering into the pool.

-though you were always chasing after her for outfit inspiration. You both looked phenomenal wherever you went. You would both be shot on camera court-side of a basketball game, on vacation or at dinner in the best outfits and hair.

-you though she was the hottest girl you had ever seen in your life. You had only had boyfriends who play football in your life before Leah. So you always blamed Leah for being gay.

-her love for country music was one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Along with her charming personality

-you were a striker for arsenal. When you scored in a game, you would do your celebration jump with your fists in the air and always try to look for Leah, to see if it was her arms you could jump into first. And she was always there, screaming at you for your goal with her arms wide open.

-your a bottom most of the time. But sometimes you switch it up and she lives for your dominant side.

-you suffered a severe back injury in 2022 while in Australia. You were scared you would never play again. Leah was on the next plane out to Australia, even though she was told not to. Just so she could sit next to your bed and hold your hand for hours.

-seeing Leah back in training after doing her ACL. With the brightest smile on her face, made your heart melt every time.

[lilbitdepressed27]

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Summary: The Walking Dead AU kinda

Warnings: sad, corpses, angst

WC : 6.6k

Authors Note: I’m rewatching the walking dead and I felt inspired. Sorry for any mistakes in advance. Hope y’all enjoy :)

"Early morning news, a police chase earlier today, two suspects males robbed a bank earlier this morning. The car chase lead to a shoot out-"

"Mom!" "Honey!" You and your dad complained when she turned off the tv. You had been getting ready for school, but your dad had been watching the news. You had one shoe on while the other was in your hand. Your dad had cereal in his beard, you both had been too invested on the news to realize that though.

"No don't give me that, come on chop chop you both are going to be late." She handed you your backpack and your dad his lunch bag.

"But I gotta know what happens." You both complain simultaneously.

Your mother laughed at both of you, she loved how alike you and your father were. Since you were baby you mannerisms had always been like your father. Taking after him. But she won't lie and say you got everything from him. You were smart, one of the smartest kids in your grade. You obviously got the smarts from her.

"You can check later. Now your father will take you to school. I'm also going to be late to my shift in the hospital if we don't hurry along. Come on."

She watched with a fond smile as you and her husband complained as you both continued to get ready. Meeting her at the front door once they both were ready looking back at her with the same pout.

"Come on you pair of goofs. Oh Y/nn tell Tara that she's invited to dinner tonight."

You smiled brightly at the mention of your girlfriend. "Okay mom. Love you bye." With a kiss on the cheek you waved goodbye to your mom who was already in her own car. As you got in your dads truck.

*

"Mm hey baby." Arms wrapped around your neck bringing you down for a kiss. You smiled into the kiss, your arms wrapped around her waist bringing her closer. You had been dating Tara since the end of freshman year. You had confessed your feelings to Tara with the help of Sam. You had told Sam about your feelings and wanted to know if would be okay to date her sister. Sam had been excited.

Sam knew how much Tara loved you. Even when Tara first met you when she was just a kid. The way Tara had come home and gushed about you. How you saved her from big bully. How you held her hand. How you made sure she was safe. When Sam had first met you, she could see that it wasn't just Tara who was in love. She could see how much her sister and you felt for each other. She had slowly watched how her sister fell in love you as the two of you grew up.

"Ugh get a room you two."

You pulled away from your girlfriend to see her best friend standing there. Tara pecked your lips one more time before turning around to face Amber. She was still in your hold with her back pressed to your front. Your arms wrapped around her waist. You smiled and pulled her closer to you. Your chin resting on top of her head.

"Come on Y/n we have a soccer meeting." Amber said, her smirk still plastered on her face. Amber had watched her best friend fall in love with you since the 2nd grade. The way the two of you just clicked. Amber had always been protective of Tara but with you, you always put Tara first. Always making sure she was safe. Remember all those times you would get into fights in order to protect Tara. Amber admired that, Tara had always been like a sister to her.

"Okay. I'll see you later babe."

"I love you." She looked up at you, the lights in halls making her eyes shine. Tara could never explain how she felt when she was with you. She just always felt so happy, so relaxed. Her heart always picked up when she looked at you. She started dating you at the end of freshman year. Now they were seniors and the love for you had only grown more.

You smiled bringing her closer to you leaning down and lightly kissing her on the lips. Just when you were about to say it back Amber grabbed you from the back of your shirt and pulled you. "I am not going to get yelled at again because of you."

"I love you to!" You yelled back at Tara, who blushed at the attention she got from the students around. Her smile still plastered on her face at the sight of your smile and wave as you walked away.

*

Everything had happened so quickly. The older man heard from his boss about the virus. The virus that was killing people but the dead weren't staying dead. How the virus had spread rapidly all over the world. He didn't think twice before calling his wife as he was getting in his truck.

"Honey-I'm already heading home. I can't reach Y/n. You ha-I'll get her baby just get to house pack what we need."

"Please bring our baby home."

"I will. I will. Just focus on getting home safely. Do not hesitate to use your gun, you hear me. I love you."

"I love you to."

*

The once peaceful quite school had become a complete nightmare. The students were running away from other students who had become vicious flesh eating monsters. The older man could only look around in alarm. All the young kids dead but still roaming around trying to kill. His heart beat faster in his chest as he looked for his daughters face. But he couldn't find her. His eyes breaming with unshed tears as he kept on looking. But then he saw familiar faces.

"Tara! Amber! Guys Over here."

The two girls ran to the truck pushing the dead away. He unlocked the door and the girls pilled in along with some his daughter's other friends.

"Where's Y/-" They heard the loud boom and then the truck shake as the school next to them exploded.

Tara cried her heart out for you. She had seen you get swarmed by the dead as you pushed her away towards Amber. 'Go! Go, I'll find another way!' It's what you said. She had tried to fight Amber. Try to get back to you but you had already ran the other direction. Taking most of the dead with you. She cried out your name begging you not to go but she had been pulled away by Amber and your best friend Wes.

It was the last time she saw you.

*

1 Year Later

You had been by yourself for the last two months now. You had been with a group at a farm but they got over run by a herd of the dead. It was the biggest group of dead that you've ever seen. The group you were with had not made it. You had tried to help them escape. But it was a lost cause, there was no helping them. You had barely escaped, you had grown to like them. They were good people but at the end, that didn't matter. The dead didn't care if you were good or bad.

After the school had been bombed you had been thrown during the blast a piece of rubble falling on top of you knocking you unconscious. By the time you woke up again the halls were abandoned. The school had been destroyed. You remember the pain coming from the your head as you struggled to get up. When you had finally freed yourself, and stood up you realized that it was dark. You remembered finally making it home and finding it abandoned. Your parents long gone. No Tara. No Amber. Tara had spent mostly every day at your house. With having an absent mom and Sam being away at college. You knew if that she made it out of the house she'd go to your house.

You had tried to find them but you didn't know where to start.

Now you were alone. You had many sleepless nights. Resting on top of high trees during the nights. Being able to hear ruffling of footsteps, the groans of the undead as they walked by. The times you looked up at the stares. The single bullet resting in your chest pocket taunting you. Those thoughts always lingered at the back your mind.

Your birthday had passed. You were finally eighteen. Those thoughts had been a lot stronger that day. Going as far as loading the revolver you took from a man in your old group. He was dead and he'd no longer needed it, so you took it. You had loaded the gun and just stared at it.

You didn't pull the trigger that day.

But as you grew tired and hungrier with each day that passed by. You kinda wish you did.

You looked back up at the stars. Remembering all the stories your dad had told you. The more you thought about your parents the more your eyes filled with tears. Not knowing what happened to them made you want cry your heart out and curl into a ball. Now knowing if they were alive or dead. Or if they were rotting away as one of the undead.

Not knowing if Tara. If Tara made it out of the school alive. If she was part of the undead as well. Not knowing if the love of your life was alive, ate at you every minute of every day.

At the sound of a soft quiet bark you looked down at the brown pitbull on your lap. A small smile forming on your lips. Well you weren't completely alone. You had your dog Peter. He was the only reason you didn't pull that trigger. All the food you'd find would go to Peter. He was a healthy well feed dog. You made sure of it. Even if it meant some days you wouldn't eat. You had found him abandoned in an empty house. Resting his head on top of a small corpse. The little girl was his owner. She had been thin and bones. Your heart had broke at the thought of this little girl starving to death. You had seen the picture of the family of four including Peter. Not wanting to leave the little girl lying there. You had buried her outside under her tree house. Ever since then Peter had followed you every where you went.

Leaving the house you had to go through the back. You were able to see how sad the dog was to leave the house. You couldn't imagine what the dog was feeling. You had packed some of his things in your bag and a small teddy bear that he had brought to you. It must have been the little girls. You had also taken the photo of the family. With a new friend beside you, you left thrown the back and went through the woods. As you walked further into the woods, you had found a cop car on it's side. You remembered seeing the two dead bodies one in the car and the other not that far from the car.

When your eyes finally closed for night. Your dreams were filled with the faces of your family.

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You stood watch as Peter did his business the next morning. You had a bow and arrow with you and you'd hope to find some animal you could kill to feed your dog. You didn't want him to go hungry. You both walked down the riverbank, Peter just a bit a head from you as he licked up some of the water. You stood on a rock looking down at the river arrow aimed waiting for the perfect moment. Letting the arrow go and getting two fishes at the same time.

"Aha! Got you breakfast Peter."

The dog barked happily, doing a spin due to his excitement. You had already had a small fire going to purify your water. You'd had have to cook the fish before giving it to your dog. You weren't so sure if he could eat it raw but you wanted to be on the safe side.

You only got a small piece from the fish as you gave the rest to Peter. Drinking some of your warm water. It wasn't the best but it would have to do.

The feeling of being watched had you stopping in your tracks. You looked around only to see no one. But the feeling lingered. Peter had noticed and also looked toward one direction it was towards your right. You walked towards the direction of the big boulder your arrow ready to fly. As you rounded around the boulder there was no one there. Peter had stood right next to you, his fighting stance relaxing once he saw no one there. You looked down only to see a duffel bag with canned food for you and Peter. Along with some bottles of water. There was even some treats for Peter.

You looked around your arrow still aimed. Who would leave this? Why would they leave this? You still felt like you were being watched. But there was no one in sight. You looked back down at the duffel bag. Peter sitting right by it looking up at you with a smile on his face his tongue sticking out.

You put the bow down and over your shoulder. You opened your own bag getting all the dog food there was, you had your own water and cans looked like they weren't tampered with. They looked to be safe for Peter.

So you took them.

You opened the bag of treats smelling them, they did smell good. You gave one to Peter who happily took it and munched on it. You smiled and walked away. Leaving the cans of beans and fruit that were supposed to be for you.

You kept on walking heading no where really. You had gotten lost a few miles back. Giving treats to Peter every once in whole.

"Stop right there."

Yours and Peter's head snapped toward the direction of the voice. There were three men in biker gear standing to your left. One of them with a gun and the other two with pipes. Peter growled in there direction getting into a fighting stance.

"Tell the mutt to shut it or I'll shut him up permanently."

"Calm Peter. It's okay." The gun you had only had two bullets left. And it wasn't including the one resting in your chest pocket.

"Now. Drop the arrow and your backpack."

You did as you were told. If you acted quickly you could throw the small dagger a guy from your old group gave you. He was also a biker. He was nice and protective, he had given you a small but sharp dagger to help you in situations like these. He had shown you how to throw the dagger. And your weren't going to lie, you had gotten really good at it.

You got the dagger from your backpack without them noticing. As you threw the bag to the floor you reacted quickly throwing the dagger toward the guy with the gun. Hitting him directly in the eye. The gun he held had fired out. Then he had fallen limp on the floor. You had felt the piercing pain on your shoulder. But adrenaline had made you keep going.

The other two rushed towards you. Taking the knife that was behind your belt you fought with the guy that got to you first. Peter acted quickly as well. Running towards the other guy and biting him in the arm. The guy screamed trying to get the dog off him.

You tussled around with the other guy. He was big and strong. He was slowly over powering you throwing left and right punches. You had tried to block them. But you were growing tired. From the all those sleepless nights, the days you'd go without eating. It was catching up with you. You had failed to see the knife he had in his hand. It plunged into your stomach causing you cry out in pain.

Peter had bit the neck of the other man, when he heard the scream. He looked towards his owner and ran to her. Biting the face of the other man.

You watched as Peter once again saved your life. The knife was still in your stomach, you groaned in pain as you tried to sit up. Remembering all the times your mom taught you about first aid.

Never take out the knife from where you've been stabbed.

You felt Peter licking your face as he whimpered. You looked towards him seeing a cut on his back leg. You needed to find some where to rest. You had some stuff that could help with his wound in your back pack. You stood up white searing pain blinding your vision as you got your things.

You just had to find a place to rest.

****

"So how long have you've been watching her?"

"For about a two weeks now. She's alone, oh she had a dog with her. But other than that she came from the north. She's been roaming around her for the past two weeks. She looks pretty thin, she's really good with a bow and arrow. Catches small animals like nothing." The man smiled back at his girlfriend. It had been the following morning. He had told the rest that he would be facing the girl today. His girlfriend had been the one to demand to go with him.

"Than how is she so thin?"

"She feeds the dog. Gives all her food to the dog mostly. Takes some small bites but mostly for the dog." Since he had been watching you he had come to admire you as well. You clearly cared about your dog.

"Oh that's sweet I guess. But dumb."

"Eh she's gotta keep her best friend alive. The dog does catch some animals tho." He won't mention how he saw you stare too long at your gun. He knew that look. He had seen it in many people before.

"Did you leave her the bag?"

"Yup left her some food for the dog to. Even some of those treats Ethan makes. I'm sure the dog will love them. We are almost to where I left the bag." He lead his girlfriend towards the direction of boulder.

He looked down at the bag. His eyebrow furrowed in confusion. Everything was still there but the dog food.

"She didn't take the food?"

"The dog food is gone, damn. Hey looks like they went this way come on." He led his girlfriend picked up the bag and followed him.

They didn't have to follow far until they saw one dead body on the floor and two walkers roaming around. It had been the same biker gang that had tried to get into the town. But they had been stopped most of them dying. Although a few had escaped. He remembered the faces. Well the two that didn't have mauled face. It was the same three that had escaped.

It was why the two leaders of the town, his girlfriends sister and others were out hunting these three.

"Well at least we don't have to worry about them anymore. We'll tell John and Sidney when we get back. Hopefully they're back by then." His girlfriend spoke as she looked for the supplies that the three bikers for sure stole from their town.

"Hey there's a blood trail leading this way. You think it was the girl you've been watching?"

"There's dog tracks and that face wound on that guy over there looks like a bite marks from a dog. So could be. Hopefully she's alright. Come on. The trail leads this way." The older boy walked in front of his girlfriend his gun drawn. They continued to follow the trail of blood. It was still wet so he he knew the the girl couldn't have gotten far.

The continued the walk for a few minutes longer. Until they got to what seemed a hole in a big tree. He saw the shoes first.

"Hello?" He called out but the shoes did not move. He looked back at his girlfriend who was also aiming her gun at toward hole. He looked back when he heard a dogs whine. He ducked down a bit only to see the dog resting on the girls chest. The girl with a bloody knife laying on her side, stomach gushing out blood and  bloody shoulder. The girl was unconscious. There was medical supplies around the girl. He assumed she tried to patch herself up but passed out due to the pain. The dog looked back at the boy and he could have sworn the dog was crying.

"She's unconscious."

"What? Let me see."

The boy moved out of the way to let his girlfriend through. She lowered her head and looked towards the girl. Her eyes widen when she saw you. She had thought you were dead. She was told that there was a chance you didn't make it. She moved quickly putting pressure on your wound. From the state of your shirt she knew you've already lost a lot of blood. She needed to get you to the town.

She looked back down at you eyes misting with tears. She really had thought she'd never see you again. You almost look the same but yet unrecognizable. She watched as your eyes opened.

"Y/n you're going to be okay. Just stay with me."

"S-Sammy?" Your voice coming out low and dry. It was the last thing you said before you passed out again.

She needed to get you back.

**

The group had just gotten in through the walls. One of the first things they saw was Danny pacing back and forth.

"Danny what's wrong. Is Sam okay."

He turned to see his girlfriends younger sister. He wasn't sure if he should tell her first. But he turned to your parents. "She's fine Tara. But John, Sidney. Come with me. Quickly."

The two adults looked at each other confused and quickly followed thinking the worst. Maybe the town was going to be under attack again.

Tara quickly followed not liking the feeling.

*

John and Sidney although confused they followed Danny into the house they used as a hospital. Freezing at the sight of their daughter on the bed being operated on. As the year went by they had never given up. Hoping one day that they'd find you or that you'd find them. They had tried everything to find you.

Now here you were skinny as ever fighting for your life.

"We found her, out on the north side. Those three bikers you were other looking for, they got to her first." Danny spoke from in front of them.

John looked at the younger man, the anger he felt all those times he couldn't find you flared back up. "Where are they?"

"Dead. She killed them along with her little friend." Danny pointed to side.

John and Sidney followed he's finger to see a pitbull sitting there looking at the doctors operating on you.

Sidney's eyes filled with tears, a part of her believed that she'd never see you again. To see you here now was miracle. She remembered the day John had arrived at the house without you. She remembered the tears in her husbands eyes as he got out of the truck. She remembered crying for you as he held her. She remembered how Tara fell apart as well.

When she remembered about the girl, she turned around the moment the shorter girl arrived.

"What's going on? Where's Sam?" Tara had only step foot in the room. She had felt the emotions in the room. But she couldn't understand why until she saw who was on the bed. Her knees felt like jelly the moment she looked at your face. Her feet taking a shaky step towards you. Her eyes filling with tears as she took the state you were in. The doctor had cut your shirt open, she was able to see how skinny you had gotten. You ribs almost visible. The huge wound you had on your stomach as she they tried to stop the bleeding. Another doctors was working on taking out the bullet in your shoulder. What scared the most was how motionless you were.

"Y/n?" Her voice coming out shaky, cracking as she tried to hold on the sob that had tried to escape. At the feeling of someone holding her back she finally collapsed crying. Trying to get to you. She had thought you were dead. A big part of her had refused to believe you were gone. But when they had to get out of the city and you still weren't there she had almost stayed. It wasn't until Amber forced her into the truck. She had cried for days wishing you'd return to her.

But you never did.

She had refused to believe that you were gone.

Cause now here you were.

**

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was that you were in a room, you could hear voices on the other side of the door. You eyes looked around the room, taking in how clean it was and how it seemed to be a like a hospital room. As to you came to more, you also realized you were alone in the room. You wrists weren't chained up or anything. You also noticed that you were in a white shirt with some blue pants that looked to be hospital clothing. You weren't sure who changed you.

The last thing you remember was trying to clean your wound. After you had fixed up Peter of course. The pain had become unbearable causing you to black out. And that was it. You barely remember anything after that.

You had to get out of here. Find Peter and leave. You didn't like not knowing what was going on. You tired to move but you felt the stitches on your stomach pulling causing you to stop. Your eyes squeezing shut due to the pain. You tired again but this time slowly. Your bare feet touching the hard wood floor.

Once you were up, your stitches still intact. You walked towards the window. You knew you wouldn't be able to get out from the door. As you looked out the window you'd eyes widen at the sight. A lot of intact houses surrounded by a big wall. The town looked to be big.

How the hell were you supposed to get out of this?

You opened the window taking a small surgical knife with you. You were grateful that you were on the bottom floor of the house. You needed to find your things, Peter and get the hell out of here.

*~~~~*

Tara had been forced to leave your room to get cleaned. She didn't want to, she had wanted to stay with you. Wanted to wait for you to wake up. She wanted to hear your voice. See your smile. Your eyes. She had missed so much. To have you here with her now she didn't want you out of her site. But with Sam and Sidney making her go cleaned up she had been pushed out of the room. Sidney had said that she was also going to clean you up.

It was quickest shower that she had ever taken. She gotten changed in record time. She could never explain how much she missed you. How she felt every day that went by that she didn't see you. Not knowing where you were if you were dead or alive, had almost pushed her over the ledge. But your dad and her had gone back to the school, at one point. They had gone back to see if there was any traces of you.

They had only found your backpack under some rubble. There had been no blood on the backpack. If lead them to believe that you were still alive some where. They had never given up that one day they'd find you. Or hope that one day you'd find them.

She had made it back to the house infirmary fresh and clean. Going towards your room to see Sidney outside the room you were in taking to the doctor that had operated on you. Your dad had gone to the house to get a room ready for you. Tara had never seen that man so excited and emotional before. You had always brought out the child in the man. Tara had always found funny but understandable. He had also taken the dog to get some food and to do his business. Although the dog had refused to leave your side at first.

Sidney offered a smile as Tara grew closer to her, "She's still asleep. Go on in." Sidney knew there was no keeping the shorter girl away from you bEven after all this time Tara still loved you. You had always said Tara was your soulmate and that there was no other girl for you. And as the days, weeks, months went by she saw that Tara had felt the same way about you.

Tara nodded and opened the door to the room you were in. Once again stopping in her tracks. You were gone.

"Sidney. She's not here. Where is she?"

Sidney and the doctor rushed into the room to see the bed empty and the window wide open. Her heart jumping in her chest once again, she had to find you. She couldn't lose you again.

**

You were hiding in a bush, you were so close to what you assumed was the main gate. There was only one guard standing by it. He looked weak. You figured you could take him. You had looked just about every where for your dog but you couldn't find him. Maybe he had run away when you were captured. Maybe he was waiting for you outside the walls. You had to get to him.

When the guard wasn't paying attention you made a run for it. Getting him by a chokehold and the surgical knife to his throat.

"Drop the gun. Okay now kick it towards the gate." The boy did what he was told. His hands shaking as he did so. "Open the gate."

"What?" His voice coming out shaky.

"Hey!"

You turned around with the boy still in front of you. The gate doors now to your back. An older man walked towards you. He had a small limp to his step. He had his hands up in way that showed you he meant no harm.

"It's okay kid. We ain't gonna hurt you. Let him go."

"Where are my things? Where's my dog?" You demanded to know. The knife in hand holding steady towards the boys neck.

"We'll find them kid. We aren't going to hurt you. We just want to help."

"Yea right. I've been through this with other groups." You remembered the time you foolishly followed signs that said a place was safe. Only to find out they were cannibals. They had tried to gut you up but you had gotten away. Others weren't so lucky. "All promise sanctuary, yea right. Just give me back my things and I'll be on my way."

"We can't let you leave." The man said. You stepped backwards.

"Open the fucking gate." You whispered harshly at the boy. "And do it slowly." The boy moved to do as he was told. You ignored the older man in front of you.

"Y/n."

At the sound of that voice you looked towards the direction it came from. Your hands faltering at who stood in front of you.

"Tara?" You let the boy go, he moved to hit you but was stopped by the older man.

You dropped the surgical knife and walked towards her. You couldn't believe your eyes. A part of you felt like you were dreaming. There she stood. Alive. She looked as beautiful as the last time you saw her. The way her bottom lip quivered as she also took you in. She made the last steps towards you. Throwing herself in your arms. You ignored the pain coming from your stomach and shoulder.

Tara was in your arms. She was back in your arms. You felt the way her once tense body relaxed in your arms. How wet your shirt felt from her cries. But you knew you were crying to. You pulled her closer to you. In the year that had gone by you never once had relaxed. Your body had gone used to being defensive. Never once had you felt like you could relax. But here you were in your lovers arms.

Tara held you tighter afraid that you'd disappear. You were stood in front of her holding her just as tight. She knew how much she missed you the past year. But being in your arms had brought all those feeling in ten fold. She couldn't help but cry. You were skinny, you once tone body was now skinny with bruises all over your body.

"You're alive. I tired so hard to find you." You cried as you cupped her cheeks. She looked up at you. Her eyes still filled with so much love as she looked up at you. You smiled down at her and she smiled back. Your emotions were at all time high now. Your legs got weak and heavy.

"Y/n!"

You looked away from Tara and you couldn't help but to cry more. Your parents stood to the side. Tara had moved from in front of you. Allowing your parents to rush towards you surrounding you in a hug as you all cried. You had grown a little weaker from the all moving around and emotions feeling a little light headed. Your legs had finally caved in, your dad being the one to hold you up.

"It's okay baby girl. You're safe now. I got you. I got you." He spoke softly to you, as the exhaustion finally took over and your eyes closed.

*

A hand holding yours was what you felt when you woke up again. You looked to your side to see Tara holding your hand as she used her other hand to pet Peter. Peter had noticed first when you woke. He excitedly put his two front legs on the bed as he tried to lick your face.

"Hey buddy. Glad to see your okay." You whispered. He barked in return, Tara smiled at you two. Her hand not holding yours coming up to caress your cheek. You leaned into her touch.

"I love you."

You smiled at her, leaning into her palm. "I love you to." You pulled at her hand. "Come lay with me."

"But your wounds-Tara. Come lay with me." She reluctantly got on the bed. Her head laying your chest. She couldn't help but to melt in your embrace. Your warm embrace that she's missed so much. She made sure not to touch your wounds. She didn't want to cause you any kind of pain. Peter had gently jumped on to the bed and laid his head on your legs.

"How did you make it out?" She spoke in a whisper.

"I was running through the halls when they dropped the bombs. A big piece of the ceiling had fallen on me and knocked me out. By the time I woke up, it was dark. I was able to get back home but you or my parents weren't there anymore. How did you end up with my parents by the way?"

"Your dad showed up at the school. He found us and we piled in. He was going go in and find you but that's when they dropped the bombs." She looked up at you eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She cried, the emotions of that day coming crashing down on her. The fear, the regret, not being about accept that you were missing. Cause would never accept that you were dead. You could have been a walker standing right in front of her and she would not accept it.

"Hey, it's not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm glad you're okay, I'm okay. That's all that matters." You pulled her closer to you trying your best not to stretch your stitches. Tara buried her face into your neck. One of her arms going over your chest.

The two of your stayed in silence, enjoying each others presence. Tara head leaned down to hear your steady heart beat. A rhythm that she had loved to listen to.

At the sound of the door opening Tara moved sit up. But your arm had moved to around her waist held her there. "Mm I just got you back. I'm not letting you go any time soon." You mumbled, your eyes still closed. You felt her lay her head back on your chest and felt her smile.

"It was about time you found your way back to her. A depressed Tara ain't a cute one."

You opened your eyes to see a smirking Amber. Her eyes filled with a relief. You smiled as Tara flipped off her best friend. Amber taking your out reached out in your in your famous hand shake.

"It's good to see you to Amz."

She smiled in return, her gaze going back to Tara, who still clung on to you. Amber had seen how you missing effected Tara first hand. Along with Sam. Tara had not been herself for the longest time. Amber had tired hard to find you. She had looked everywhere for you. Even going as far as looking at walkers, seeing if she'd find you as one of them. She had felt guilty for the longest time. Leaving you had been a mistake, but if you didn't lead the walkers away. Would any of them still be here?

"Stop."

"What?"

"I already told Tara. It's not any one's fault. We are here. Alive. That's all that matters." You squeezed Ambers hand. Who nodded and quickly wiped away the tear that escaped her eye.

"Yea. Whatever. I knew you'd be fine."

Before you could say anything. The door opened again, you looked and saw your mother. You hadn't spoken to her since you've woken up.

"Mom."

You felt Tara get up, you didn't want her to leave or move. But you also wanted to hug your mom. Your mother.

Amber and Tara stepped out as Sidney moved to hug you. Her little girl. Her only child back in her arms safe and sound. She was cautious to disturb your wounds.

You laid in your mothers arms, it wasn't long till your father also came in to the room. You laid with them your body resting for the first time in a year. You were back with your family and Tara. And your dog Peter.

The apocalypse wasn't so bad now.

:)

[a-libra-writes]

I goofed this post alfksakfk (iykyk) so! Back to it. This is very fun to think of! also ignore my romeo + juliet indulgences

So, Asa's always been a fairly indulgent and lenient father. He hadn't minded your going off on dates, as long as you were home at a reasonable hour. Yes, you're an adult, but getting your own place was still out of the question unless you were staying at the dorms at college. He never had to worry about you, either. The boys were always the same; college boys, sons of the rich acquaintances in your family's circle, some newcomers at the country clubs. Always the same types.

He never thought his princess would even think of getting involved with gangsters and bootleggers. Asa kept that part of his life very separate from his family. Even if you knew, your mother hadn't a clue. She wasn't the one who'd go along with Asa to the Maribel Hotel for years. Initially you loved it because it meant going to a fun, exciting place with your father, and getting fawned over by the staff. Then it meant getting to see the Marigold Room.

"Listen," your father began gruffly. "I know what you girls get up to nowadays, but - if you're going to be dancing, best do it here. Stay with your friends and no funny business, understand?"

Always too permissive, not that you had a habit of raucous drinking and partying. Getting access to the Marigold Room made you something of a hot commodity at school now, and it led to something else: a cold, club-shaped metal pin being dropped in your palm.

That's how you met him. This too-skinny, too-smiley, too-chatty violinist who played at the Lackadaisy club. You nearly made him forget about the next performance.

You sought him out the next few visits, but it was just easier to meet outside the club. That was like going to the next step with Rocky. He wasn't just some guy you flirted with for a night, you actually wanted to take him on dates. You knew lots of places to take him, and there was just something so .. so cute about how earnest and endearing and affectionate he was. There was no stuck-up airs or obsession with this family or that or thinly veiled condescension. He wasn't dating you because that's what was expected. And while you had plenty of swanky cafes to take him, he had all sorts of places you'd never seen on the "other" side of town.

(There's so many stars once you drive a few miles outside of the city. You two fell asleep naming them and just talking... then woke up hours later in full panic. You snuck back into the dorms at the crack of dawn, covered in mosquito bites and beyond giddy.)

Uptown girl with downtrodden city boy cliche? Yes, absolutely. Neither of you cared.

News that Atlas May was shot frightened you. You'd heard it before reading it in the papers - well, overheard your father's shock as he talked to someone on the phone. Your first thought was some kind of police raid on the speakeasy, and if Rocky was hurt. Asa didn't want you going to the clubs after that, even the Marigold room. He seemed spooked. That was fine - you were seeing Rocky more in the daytime hours, anyway.

Right, your father still didn't know about him ... at least he was too distracted with work to notice your happy mood and the pep in your step lately. Your mother certainly did, and she was harder to avoid. She was so sure it was some college boy. "What's his name, sweetie, we can invite his family for dinner. Oh! Maybe have a lovely afternoon boating. Or brunch at the club, with the Robinsons? What do you think?" Honestly, you'd rather throw yourself from a window.

You'd heard about the troubles Rocky was having at the Lackadaisy, and a few times you asked why he just doesn't perform at the Marigold Room. Okay, you were half just saying that because you wanted to see him more, risky as it'd be. The other half is you were a little worried about some of the things he was getting up to. You noticed the scratches and dents in his car, and his own bruises and messy clothes.

(He'd never wear the clothes you bought him during these little bootlegging adventures, though. He didn't want to mess up the things you so lovingly picked out. They were also the only nice ones he had.)

On that topic, it's really fun to dress Rocky up. You aren't trying to be patronizing or act like he's a charity case, but - he just looks so nice cleaned up, and look, you can't take him to a nice cafe when he both looks and smells like he rolled in dirt (and ... syrup?). So, sure, you bought a shirt here and tie there and maybe a jacket and well obviously he needs pants to match that and it really means nothing that they just happen to fit so well, you definitely weren't measuring him when he was asleep or anything. Rocky isn't bothered by it at all, he loves the gifts and attention. And it kind of does something to him when you smooth out the creases and make sure the tie is straight and hook your arm around his and walk down the street, totally happy and proud of him, not embarrassed in the slightest.

You know he wouldn't fight it if you kept him some kind of dirty secret forever. It'd hurt him so much, of course, but Rocky would let you do it. You knew he'd just smile and pretend it was fine, like he does when you mention your parents keep trying to set you up with this hotshot lawyer's son. You see the flickers of disappointment and hurt when you joke about how your parents would kill you if they knew where you were right now, then he tries to cover it up.

Rocky deserves better, you know. And this really isn't a fun little fling anymore, is it? It's getting serious. He has so much love he's nearly bursting from it and you really, really don't want that to be ruined.

God, what are you going to tell your parents? "It's fine, he's only been a bootlegger for almost a year, before that he was a perfectly honest dirt-poor fiddler! We're disgustingly in love already and he's better than all those snob-nosed spineless trustfund bozos you keep setting me up with!" Yeah that'll go over Thanksgiving dinner just great.

As if fate's sense of humor couldn't get any better, it's Mordecai who finds out first. That shadowy, really unsettling (and actually kind of dorky ...?) gunman your father keeps around. Mordecai is good at remembering faces. When Asa introduced you two, he knew he remembered your's. He saw you once or twice at the Lackadaisy, though he hadn't known who you were at the time. You stood out because you were actually chatty with that ridiculous violinist, where most were exasperated with him.

Mordecai recalls that, and Asa idly complaining about his daughter always ditching the dates her mother set up for her, when he spots you and Rocky out and about. Broad daylight, not trying to hide, but certainly not where the more affluent friends and family of Asa's would go. You were even dressed down and weren't wearing any jewelry.

Yeah, he's not getting in the middle of this. Even as things heat up between the Marigold Gang and Lackadaisy.

Note, Rocky is very aware of who your family is. You never hid it back when you met him, and as far as he's concerned, you're the picture of innocence and can't be blamed for anything your father or the gang do. He's trying to be cute when he calls you 'princess' or 'my lady' and it is cute, but... you also feel kind of guilty. Reciting plays and poetry is fun and games until he brings up Romeo and Juliet again. It used to be romantic, but now it just claws at something in you. "Rocky, come on, you remember how that ends, right?"

(Oh, and there's a matter of keeping this all hush-hush from the Lackadaisy crew, who already know Rocky has a sweetheart because he can't shut up about you, but they don't know who you are exactly. It's best Mitzi or Viktor doesn't catch sight of you, because they'll spot the family resemblance right away..)

And then there's your father finding out. It had to happen eventually, especially with Lackadaisy getting in on the Marigold's suppliers. He makes it clear to Mordecai that if some accident were to happen to "that boy", then you're young, and you'd get over it. This is just some late teenage rebellion, he tells himself. A fling you'll forget all about once the excitement wears off and your school work picks up. Mordecai isn't so sure about that.

He actually tried to warn you about it, but the thing is ... Mordecai is Mordecai. He's staring intently and of course he cornered you as you were leaving the hotel at night and he's deadpan as he says, "I'd begin reconsidering your choice of paramours; there isn't any way that this will end well for him."

"Mordecai Heller, are you threatening me?"

"What? No?" He's startled by the tone of your voice. Did you just pull a knife on him? From your purse? "Put that down - I'm giving you practical advice."

"Oh. .... Maybe next time, don't do it in a creepy alley?"

It's like ice water drops on you when your father brings it up. He just lets out a heavy sigh, the most perfect cliche noise that says he's not mad, just disappointed. Right away you know he thinks this little dalliance has only been around for a few months, if that. "Really, pumpkin? What about that lawyer's son we told you about, he's not half bad looking. Or that rowing team captain, you remember him? He really took a shine to you. Look, I know a guy with a cousin whose son is--"

You get the whole lecture: You're too good of a girl to run around with unwashed gangsters and besides, what about your studies? Think about what your mother would say. Do you really want her finding out? Or the country club, or god forbid, her little society ladies? He'd be sleeping on the couch and you'd be in a nunnery. Some scrawny hoodlum isn't worth all that trouble, is he?

Asa doesn't raise his voice and actually get angry until you defend Rocky, until you actually say his name. He actually slams his fist on the desk, making the candy jars and his name plaque rattle. The conversation is done, so you leave. And of course you go straight to Rocky and don't come home on Sunday for the usual family brunch, or the next one. Your father makes excuses for you. It's little consolation, because you know exactly what the gangsters he employs are capable of. And you don't think for a minute they'll spare Rocky. Why couldn't he have just taken the job at the Marigold Room ...

Onto pleasanter things. One of the greatest nights in your life (so far) was the massive city charity gala that the Maribel Hotel hosted every year. It stopped being fun for you years ago, but this time you had a date. You told Rocky to leave it all to you. Yes, your dad was attending, but he was always off schmoozing with his associates. Besides - this year's theme was a masquerade, no gangsters would be there, it's crowded, and you had Rocky dressed to the nines. No one would notice! It'd be great. This was a little secret you'd been hiding for a month, you just knew he'd love all the music and the ridiculous fancy foods and you just wanted to share something magical with someone you loved. Because you were very, very sure you loved him.

And Rocky looked so handsome you just couldn't keep away from him, and you two danced and laughed at the prissy food and absurd people like you'd imagined. Anyway, it was cut short when you were nearly spotted by Mordecai - who looked wonderfully out of place without a mask and dressed like a funeral director, but you'd laugh about it later. You grabbed Rocky's hand and just ran, and bolting up the backrooms and stairwells of the hotel you knew so well.

Maybe you should have been deflated. A silly, childish desire for a fairytale evening came crashing down thanks to reality, even if you knew Mordecai wouldn't shoot Rocky dead. But it was hard to feel too disappointed when you both were still giddy and laughing, gleefully stealing 'hidden' champagne from the general manager's office and climbing your way up the rickety fire escape - even with your heels and his suit you spent way too much money on - and spending the rest of the evening making out and giggling and watching the city from high above.

[eowynstwin]

Gaz as a partner head cannons would be so cute if you don’t mind can you plz make this 🙏

He is 100% boyfriend material. Last 3 bullet points are NSFW.

Gaz’s love language is quality time. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the same room together doing completely different things—he likes to have you close to him, a few steps away at the very most. Often you’ll be texting each other memes as you do whatever it is you’re occupying yourself with, the quiet peace of your companionship interrupted only by furious giggles at whatever dumb shit you find online.

He has been known to just. Lay across you on the couch when the mood strikes him. I’m talking full-splay, draped over you like a wet towel. He is not light. He knows this. He’s doing it to annoy you (and also because he loves you).

He’s very spontaneous! Gaz doesn’t wait to make plans very often, if he has an idea for a date he’ll get hyped for it and want to do it immediately. It’s easy to get caught up in his excitement, too—his enthusiasm is infectious, radiating from him like sunlight.

His lack of planning, however, can result in some pretty poor outcomes. A restaurant might be horrible, or the weather might be terrible for the romantic nature walk he had in mind. Seeing him wither when something doesn’t go well is the worst sight you might ever behold, so you take to thanking him even for the bad dates—he just wanted to have fun together, after all.

Gaz has no issue with PDA, although it’s less the kind that involves excessive kissing and more the kind in which he just hangs off you like an especially affectionate coat. Gaz will throw his arms around you constantly, set his chin on top of your head as he hugs you from behind, will hook his ankle on yours as you sit together for coffee or a meal.

When he has to leave you, there is a checklist he goes through: his makes sure his softest hoodie is folded right next to your pillow on the bed. He runs to the nearest store to get some flowers to put on your table. And he writes letters—things he’s excited about doing with you when he gets back, reminders asking you to visit his parents when you miss him so you won’t be alone.

His other love language, by the way, is goofing off together. If you share a living space, be ready for no-holds-barred games of tag or hide and seek, and absolutely be ready for him to tackle you at any given opportunity. Usually, getting tackled leads to you two fucking then and there on the floor—every room in your home has been christened by now with this tradition.

Speaking of fucking—Gaz’s enthusiasm in the bedroom is unmatched. He loves to try new things—positions, toys, sensory play, you name it and he wants to try it at least once with you. And he loves to talk with you about it too, often in contexts that have nothing to do with sex. You could be cooking dinner together, and he’d bring up how fucking great your legs looked pressed up against your chest from last night.

The first night he’s home after a deployment, Gaz will take his time with you. He comes home sad, weighed down by what the world has done and what he has done to the world to make up for it. When he finally sees you, it’s like he can breathe again—like all that weight is suddenly gone, almost like it was never there at all. So the sex is soft and sweet, slow in a way that keeps any barriers from coming up. You see him, and he sees you. What you do together on those nights soothes Gaz in a way that nothing else can.

[tokyoyumeeee]

girlfriend exe!

featuring: ganyu, ayaka, lisa, ei, yae miko

tags: fluff, Valentine’s Day headcanons, unedited(im writing this at 1am lol)

GANYU

-ganyu would prefer if you two could spend Valentine’s Day away from liyue harbor, but if you prefer staying at the harbor she’ll oblige anything 4 u <3

-ganyu finds the time to make you chocolate from scratch(handmade chocolate) sjjidjdnwjsu

-she’ll write you a whole 10 page essay about how grateful she is to be your gf and how much she loves you and pass it off as a “small letter of appreciation”

-if you’re big about valentines day she’ll make the big sacrifice of calling a day off to spend the entire day with you(she just wants you to be happy :( )

-if not, she’ll meet you somewhere for lunch, continue on her day and spend a bit more time with you at night<333

-she’s actually pretty adamant on spending time w/ you during valentines day cause she normally doesn’t have much time for you and she wants to show that she still loves you

AYAKA

-Ayaka would love to spend Valentine’s Day with you alone somewhere private because she wants it to be intimate and just between the two of you yk?

-if you don’t want to spend it somewhere private and would prefer to spend it out in public, like inazuma city, she’s not opposed

-she’s actually a big valentines person, but understands if you’re not

-will write you a letter to express her love for you

-she’d normally be too shy to deliver the letter to you in person but she made an exception for Valentine’s Day

-if you want to spend valentines day with her in private, you might just spend the entire day in bed cuddling

-if you wanna spend it in public you’d go shopping, have dinner somewhere nice, then cuddle once you return home at night

LISA

-oh boy, lisa during Valentine’s Day? ill just list some of the sfw stuff ive thought for her 😟

-will make the tiring trip outside the library to the souvenir shop to buy you something

-writes you a poem and a letter

-orders a sumeru rose for you so you’ll have something to remember her with

-no doubt you’ll invite her on a date all around mondstadt

-pls buy her something, she might pass it off like she doesn’t care but it means a lot to her if you show her that you care enough to get her a gift :(

-if you wanna be lazy you can just stay in bed all day with her and cuddle

-she’s not opposed to either ideas

EI

-this is complicated

-if you wanna spend valentines day with the shogun, it’s difficult to convince her

-she thinks that celebrating holidays is a trivial thing and a waste of time but if ei forces her she’ll just spend some one on one time with you

-spending valentines with ei is a whole different story

-she’ll leave the plane of euthimiya and go on a date with you around Inazuma city, but you guys can go further than that

-if you want you can take a stroll through chinju forest, or hike up to the highest point in serari island

-she knows you’ll get tired before her so once you start wearing out she’ll piggyback you back to tenshukaku

-if you’re not big abt valentines day or just wanna spend it in private you guys can just goof off in tenshukaku or have heartfelt convos, your choice

YAE MIKO

-yae miko will just suddenly reveal that she had been writing a novel about you getting married to her and planned to publish it on valentines day 💀

-her teasing and flirting just amplified

-you’ll find her all over you

-knows that you want to spend valentines with her whether you like the holiday or not, but does everything to get you to admit it

-she’ll spoil you no shit but every time you ask her for something you have to do something for her in return

-she’ll ask for things like “give me a kiss”, “hug me”, even “let me pet gorou’s tail” god knows what’s going on in her brain 💀

-she can be sincere though and will express it to you by giving you a sincere “I love you” and a kiss before you fall asleep

genshin boy ver.

[lordarsonizzzzt]

THEIR IDEAL DATE W/ YOU

I just wanted to write something cause im bored

characters: Jack Bright, Alto Clef, Kondraki, Draven, Iceberg, Gerald

JACK BRIGHT

✦ Jack strikes me as a funny guy when in a relationship, dates with him aren't fancy and shit, he doesn't want to go to a place where you have to waste tons of money for food

✦ She prefers going to McDonald, convencing the staff to give both of you balloons if they have any. Maybe go to an arcade or go bowling, fun dates are her thing.

✦ If you want to, she can book some fancy restaurant so you both can go, but it really isn't his thing. I'm so sure Bright just loves goofing around when not in the foundation cause those are the few times he gets to be out of the place.

✦ Don't get me wrong, he's loyal to the Foundation but it can be a bit too much plus the whole being inmortal thing, he preferes dates that involve going out and to places where you will have a fun story to tell.

ALTO CLEF

♫ Similar to Jack, he preferes fun dates, fancy never was and never will be his thing.

♫ But contrary to Jack, he prefers being indoors, that being said, he loves dates where you two cook together.

♫ HE IS going to mess with whatever you are doing, and YOU WILL have to try and stop him from putting weird shit into the mix.

♫ If you are baking a cake, he's going to try to put gummy worms in it, if you are making dinner, he'll try to put chocolates in the spaguetti.

♫ But that's perfect with you, because that's your man.

♫ If you both already planned to have a date but that day was kinda of shitty for him, he'll try to put through it anyways, most likely you will notice and it wil be time for cuddles and maybe a movie that is just there for background noise while both of you sleep.

♫ I headcannon Clef as a pretty clingy guy when in private, he needs constant praise but he'll prefer dying before admiting it, Lily left some pretty nasty scars on him (both mentally and phsically), so this 'dates' are more of a schedule for both of you, they happen once a week.

KONDRAKI

⌛︎ So this one depends on how much you support his drinking habit.

⌛︎ If you are ok with it you both will go to a bar and have a few drinks, but make sure they are actually a few because he doesn't know when to stop.

⌛︎ If you aren't okay with it, then you'll have dinners in your home, same as Clef, Kondraki prefers dates indoors rather than outdoors, he craves that domestic life. Hell! he may even invite Draven and Talloran if it's cool with you.

⌛︎ If Draven comes, he is not buying any alcoholic drinks, not even beer.

⌛︎ If he doesn't, he'll buy probably two cans of beer or vodka, enough to not get him wasted.

⌛︎ Dates with him are filled with talking about this and that, a new book he got into, some dumbass in the Foundation, a guy you don't like from your work and so on.

DRAVEN

➳ THIS BOY.

➳ Anything will do good with him, wanna go to the beach? Okay! Want to try out food in this new restaurant? Sure, let's go! Wanna do a picnic? HE'S ON HIS WAY.

➳ He likes to have dates at night time, maybe have some take-out and eat in a park while you both talk, walk around holding hands.

➳ He likes to gossip, no you can't change my mind. He'll call you up and will tell you to come to his apartment, when you are there, there are a lot of bags of chips, candies and sodas

➳ You'll paint his nails while he tells you about some weird break up that happened in the foundation, you will ask him to stay still because he uses his hands so much to get his point across.

➳ Probably the only one that will take you to a fancy place with no trouble, yeah it's not his thing but it doesn't hurt to act like you are both rich and important people for one night.

➳ 10/10 would date again.

*I RAN OUT OF PATIENCE TO DO LIL DRAWINGS FOR THEM SORRY LMAO*

ICEBERG

❆ THIS. BITCH.

❆ "Why do you wanna go out if we see each other every day"

❆ Don't expect going out with him, he has to be in a really good mood to take you out, if you wanna go alone or with friends he has no trouble paying for you.

❆ But he's just, not going out, not his thing at all.

❆ Similar to most in this list, preferes staying inside, he'll make breakfast for you and you can watch a movie on the mornings.

❆ At night time, he'll order something from your favourite place and probably some dessert, he'll tell you he got it because it was cheap and it was for him, but since he was going to get something might as well feed you too.

❆ He got himself something else tho, he didn't ate desseart because it was for you.

❆ This one also craves domesticity, but he won't say it. He loves kisses in the morning when making coffee, holding hands when coming home and cuddling at night.

❆ Hell! He may even tell you that he loves you, and verbal affection from him is one hell of an achievement.

GERALD

⚠︎ HE LOVES PICNIC DATES.

⚠︎ HE'LL BUY EVERYTHING IF NEEDED, BUT PLEASE JUST GO OUT WITH HIM TO A MEADOW OR A HILL AND HAVE A PICNIC DATE WITH HIM. HE'LL EVEN BEG.

⚠︎ Everything he gets is from the market, if he cooks he'll burn everything down and he just wants dates with you to be perfect, he feels like he doesn't deserve you and feels bad because there are so many guys out there that are better than him.

⚠︎ So he tries, he really tries to make these dates perfect, there is no way anything can go wro-

⚠︎ So, most of the time you end up going home and having the picnic on your backyard.

⚠︎ He gets attacked by bears, beers, steps on snakes by mistake, everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

⚠︎ He may even cry.

⚠︎ When you are in your backyard he'll try to feed you parts of the cake he bought, only to attract more fucking bees.

⚠︎ You'll feed him a strawberry and he'll choke on it, but that's to expect.

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley cute boyfriend HCs ~ Fluff

Dating HC

Genderneutral mc| Aged up 18+ as always.

On your first date, he was too nervous to even touch you. He kept a respectable distance but stayed as close as possible.

On your second date, he finally worked up the courage to hold your hand. He squeezed it and laced his fingers with yours all night.

The third date, he was very flustered and you two ended up just hugging at the end and saying good night.

The fourth date is when he finally got the courage to kiss you. It was short and sweet and made it impossible not to smile like a damn fool.

After more sweet kisses and interesting dates, he eventually he asked you to be his partner. It was a bit quicker than you'd expected but a very welcome request. Of course you said yes! 🌟

Dinner picnic dates on the beach that turn into you both laying on a blanket watching the sky and chatting late into the evening.

You share lots of sweet kisses and Garreth puts his arm around you, holding you close every chance he gets.

Flirting with him when your just hanging out with your friends always gets you two some looks from them. They always tease you both about your relationship.

Garreth always has a brilliant smile when he flirts with you.

He always listens to you when you need to vent or just talk something through. Somehow he always knows what the right thing to say is and tosses in a gem of wisdom every now and again. (you're shook everytime it happens)

You may play with his hair anytime. He is very serious. Anytime

He loves buying or picking up little trinket sized gifts that remind him of you. Anything from travels together or inside joke reminders. You keep them lined up on your bookshelf at home. It makes him smile to see you treating them so importantly.

He loves goofing around with you and there's nothing he loves more than seeing a smile on your face that he caused.

He's very much into PDA and touch is one of his top love languages. He doesn't want to go over the top and make you uncomfortable in any way, but if you didn't stop him, he'd definitely be down to have a full blown make out session in public.

He loves taking you to all his family functions. There's just something so special about you getting to know his family that he adores. (Plus, he loves picturing you in his life as a permanent long term partner)

His family loves you. They even go all out and buy you presents for your birthday and winter holidays. They go all out with you just as much as they do their own family members on any gift giving holiday.

Garreth knew you were the one after your first meeting. He just used the first few dates to confirm what his heart already knew.

[adachicuto]

last date before wedding with ptg

warning(s): food and wine mentions

↳ jinho: helping him with a cover of a song for youtube and it’d be a pretty romantic song maybe ed sheeran thinking out loud or john legend or maybe something else like eyes, nose, lips and you wouldn’t realize that he got you singing. i don't think he'd post it and just want to save it for the two of you to rewatch. it wouldn’t matter to him if you were an amazing singer or not, just being able to share that moment with you would be enough for him. so, it would probably become a tradition where you'd rewatch the cover for every wedding anniversary, and maybe you would cover more songs together each time as a little segment on his youtube channel and the members would text him and tease him about it every time lol

↳ hui: i get the feeling that he would bring you to a really nice yet underrated restaurant where smooth jazz is played and people are allowed to go onstage and perform a song. both of you would have the biggest smiles on your faces because the date would be reminiscent of your first one. you'd end the date off with really good wine and of course, hui would go onstage and sing (he'd claim it as practice for your big day) and would leave the audience stunned by his amazing vocals. on the drive home, his hand would never leave yours and he'd probably fidget with your engagement ring with a huge smile on his face.

↳ hongseok: your "date" would be so sweet and domestic because hongseok just gives me homey vibes. like, you'd both go to the grocery store to get ingredients for dinner and a dessert you both like. idk it would be the cutest thing and then you'd head back home and he'd start cooking while you worked on the dessert and you'd definitely catch him staring at you every few minutes with a goofy smile on his face and he'd wiggle his eyebrows playfully. you'd step away for a second to back-hug him and hongseok would smile to himself before he'd turn around to kiss you and he'd pull away to say something really cheesy but it would still put a smile on your face.

↳ yeo one: i think changgu would plan the cutest little picnic in the park for both of you. he'd pack some of your favorite foods and snacks and would even get you flowers or something. it would be the cutest thing and he'd take a flower and put it behind your ear and you'd do the same to him and then you'd go back and forth about who's the prettiest lol then the two of you would lie down and cloud gaze. idk i can see a really adorable dog running over to the two of you and it would really like changgu and it would be such a cute moment that would lead you to discuss the possibility of adopting a dog after the wedding. once the sun would start to settle below the horizon, you'd head home and would probably spend the rest of the day watching a show or movie.

↳ shinwon: both of you would agree on going to a spa and maybe a little shopping. i could definitely see him goofing around with you while in the sauna by making weird faces and telling you funny stories. then, he'd have you rest your head on his shoulder and he'd smile to himself. then, he'd tell you about how he was so nervous to propose to you. after a few minutes he'd realize that you weren't talking only to find you asleep. so, he'd make sure that you would be comfortable and would relax too. i think he'd love to spoil his s/o so he'd really enjoy going to the spa with you and it'd be a nice break from all of the wedding prep. on the way home, you'd both decide on ordering in bc neither of you would want to cook after being at the spa.

↳ yanan: he'd wake up extra early to get your favorite breakfast foods and coffee. when he'd make it back to your apartment he'd be met with you half asleep on the couch and would quickly put everything down to cuddle with you for a few minutes and then you'd eat breakfast together. afterward, the two of you would get ready to go and yanan wouldn't tell you but it would all make sense later. so, the two of you would go to multiple places throughout the city and you were thankful that they wouldn't be too far and at each stop, you and yanan would talk about what happened at each, like, one place was where he took you for your first date and another would be where you both said you loved each other for the first time. looking back on all of the memories would make both of your hearts feel so full.

↳ yuto: i think you'd go to an aquarium or botanical garden and it would be on a day when it wouldn't be so busy and the two of you could goof around and take funny pictures of each other imitating the animals. throughout the date, you'd both feel like little kids on a field trip again. both of you would stop every few minutes to stare at something you'd find interesting and the look on your faces at that moment would be so adorable and you'd have to capture the moments. after that, you would go get something to eat and then walk back to your apartment. on the walk, you'd both reminisce about how you met, your first date, and how he proposed to you.

↳ kino: i feel like hyunggu would go all out but it would still be a pretty laid-back date idk if that makes sense but he'd sign you up for a couples' dancing class where you'd learn how to tango and it would be so romantic and fun, even if you're not much of a dancer. after that, you'd go back home to shower and then he'd take you out to a really nice restaurant for dinner. the two of you would be so impressed with your meals but the highlight of your would be getting ice cream or your favorite dessert from your favorite place but then on your way back home it'd start raining and you'd have to wait it out inside a nearby cafe with steaming cups of tea. the whole situation would be pretty funny to both of you and it'd make for a nice moment to look back on.

↳ wooseok: being the youngest, i don't think he'd plan everything out and would just go with the flow. so, i think wooseok would also enjoy a night in with you as your date, especially if it would be a rainy day. he'd go and get your favorite snacks and drinks the day before and would surprise you with everything. the two of you would spend the day watching movies, playing video games, and just enjoying the calm before your wedding day. somehow, you'd end up talking about some of your embarrassing moments early on in your relationship and neither of you would be able to stop laughing and maybe you'd each go through your camera roll and it'd be a really cute moment for both of you.

[sebsxphia]

Hiiii Seb! @sugarcoated-lame back again! Hope you’re doing well and having a lovely day my dear!! <3 an ask you got about single dad Rhett & single mom reader where their children kinda set them up got me thinking about single dad jake and single mom reader except it’s like an enemies to lovers sort of situation 👀 you meet when you’re both called down to your kids’ school to meet with the principal bc Jake’s son and your daughter have been fighting/not getting along in class (you can’t tell me Jake’s kid wouldn’t be an absolute menace and love to pick on all the girls and pull their pigtails so to speak 😂). So maybe you don’t like Jake at first bc he’s a bit blasé about the situation, saying it’s normal, just kids being kids and that they’ll work through it on their own. Ya know, just being his usual cocky, smug self, saying he was a little rascal as a kid himself. So the two of you start arguing in the principal’s office (and Jake finds it super hot when you start yelling at him bc he definitely loves it when women are a little mean to him, and you can’t help but think about what a waste it is that someone that attractive would be such a dick) and the principal has to tell you both to cut it out 😂 You never hear about any further incidents between your kids again because unbeknownst to you, when they left the school that day, Jake told his son he should apologize and try to be friends. But every time you see him after that when you’re both picking your kids up from school, you’re rolling your eyes and glaring at Jake as he just waves, giving you that signature smug smirk. So your kids, now friends, conspire to get you and Jake together, each asking to be taken to the park on the same day and “running into each other” there. You’re left to sit on a bench with Jake while your kids play, staring straight ahead watching them in an effort to ignore his presence. Eventually when he can’t take any more of the tension he tries to talk to you, probably saying something like, “what, you’re not gonna yell at me today?” Joking around and trying to lighten the mood, telling you you’re really cute when you’re angry which leaves you blushing and trying not to smile. And that’s when you learn Jake is actually really funny and charming. And maybeeee that smug grin of his is actually starting to grow on you a bit, and he just wants to keep making you smile and laugh because it’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. After a while of playing, your kids are running up to the bench where you and Jake are sitting, begging the two of you to take them out for ice cream and of course neither one of you can say no to your babies. So you go and get to spend more time with Jake, getting to know him a bit and watching him interact and goof off with his son and your daughter and you think maybe, just maybeee he’s not so bad. 🥹 I’m sorry this turned into a whole ass novel lmfao oops! 💜💜💜

AH!! my love, please don’t apologise at all!! we love whole ass novels in this household and i love this so much!!!! 🥹🥹

enemies to lovers with single dad jake and reader?? oooof. you’ve created something really special here!! because of course you think he’s an ass at the beginning, but then you get to know him and see how sweet he is with his son. you see that he’s had to practically raise his kid on his own all the while being a pilot in an elite ‘death’ squad and you understand that he must have a lot on his plate. you come to acknowledge that jake can’t always keep tabs on his son’s behaviour, but he’s trying his best.

you would offer to take care of his kid on days when jake was busy with work, seeing as he was such good friends with your little one anyway. a couple of play dates ended up with you staying in jake’s house so your little ones could sleep over together while jake was away for work. that then turned into you leaving jake dinner some nights, which then turned into you and jake finally sharing a kiss on his couch when he came home from work absolutely exhausted and so grateful you were there to look after his son.

thank you so, so much for this my love!! 💌💖

[feverista-11]

first date with caitlyn (piltover!reader)

i adore her sm jwjsjsjwjws

this song reminds me of her so much you don’t even understand

to say that caitlyn was nervous as hell to ask you out would be an understatement

a huge understatement

she was in and out of herself for weeks before it actually

cared enough to ask ALL of your friends for your 3 favorite flowers

usually sneaked out of her posts just to see you take a walk in your breaks

you two do see each other regularly, she usually takes you on “hangouts” at the local cafe

literal dates disguised as casual hangouts within friends

back to the date tho

spent hours deciding how to please you with the setup

decided to take you to piltover’s finest restaurant

was determined in making it perfect for you

and so she did

the day before,she got off her shift early just to meet you as you ended your noon classes

“cait, it’s so rare seeing you here! you don’t usually come around” “oh, right, the weather’s just nice to talk a walk, isn’t it?” “sure it is… is something up? you seem, weird” “right! I just wanted to ask you a little question actually” “yeah, sure, what’s up?” “I was just wondering if uh… you’d like to have dinner with me, just us two.. tomorrow?” “you mean like a date?” “No I- yeah.. a date I guess, I mean if you wouldn’t want that it’s o-” “I’d love to go on a date with you cait, don’t worry” “really?! Well then! I’ll come pick you up tomorrow at… 7, does that sound alright?” “It’s perfect, I can’t wait to see how you’ll charm me, kiramman”

and as punctual as she can be, she’s at your doorstep at 6:59pm, ringing your doorbell

you hurriedly put on your heels as you opened the door

the look on her face was just hilarious

she was taken aback on how breathtaking you looked

but composed herself and smiled at you

taking your hand in hers, leading you to the car (with a chauffeur cause my love here is yet to learn how to drive😭)

when you got to the restaurant, she got out first and offered you her hand, while she got a very well hidden bouquet with what were your favorite flowers

“cait?! how’d you know???” “well, I did quite a lot of digging hehe” “this is beautiful… you sure got the charm, kiramman”

you walked up the steps with your hand in hers

then she led you to the beautiful private table she’d prepared for you two

you sat across from her, sharing ever so gentle strokes of the hand, or loving glances every now and then

she’d order your favorite wine beforehand, so it’d be cold by when you arrived

you both ate, conversed for about an hour about sweet nothings with few most casual brushes of her bare leg against yours

“and how have your classes been lately? have you gone by easily?” “actually yes, I hope I’ll be able to finish the year early to get working as soon as possible” “what would your job of interest be then?” “well I was thinking in becoming a lawyer like my mother, I mean, these 4 years of law school haven’t been all for nothing” “you know, i really find it fascinating how you’re so smart yet so charming all at once” “well, it’s not for no reason that I managed to get caitlyn kiramman oh so wrapped around my finger” “sure thing..”

her attempt at making you fold failing once again, as she was left a giddy, blushing mess

after a while of her goofing around with the asparagus that you didn’t eat, it was time to go home

you walked back to the car with your arm locked with hers while laughing about stupid anecdotes

as the driver took the turn for your house, you noticed a road block, well shit

caitlyn looked at you expectantly, almost saying the words with her eyes

“wanna come over?” “well there are not much options are they” you chuckled lightheartedly as the taller girl yawned lazily

when you arrived at the kiramman manor, you had quite a hard time shaking the now asleep caitlyn off your shoulder

she sneakily unlocked the door, but was met with a very worried cassandra and tobias

but once they figured the whole situation out, they were very pleased

you’d met them before, with your mom helping them on a few occasions

they absolutely adored you, to Caitlyn’s relief

the night was short lived, both of you falling asleep rather quickly

you slept on a pair of pajamas she’d lend you

and you shared a bed, quite far from each other yet still hearing each other’s breathing

you woke up to a sight to see

Caitlyn curled up with her head on your chest and her hand locked with yours

[wonijinjin]

hii! can i please request a match with an enhypen member? :)

my mbti is esfj! some of my hobbies include: shopping, playing golf, dancing, going to concerts, creating new playlists for every given situation, reading, & trying new restaurants with my friends.

i would describe my fashion sense as classic & chic. i love to wear skirts, blouses, slacks, and cardigans. my closet mainly consists of neutral colors such as cream & beige. there are days where i can switch up my style by putting on a bucket hat, a leather jacket, and some boots. my go-to shoes to wear everyday are sneakers. for a more comfy look, i love anything oversized, especially hoodies/sweaters.

my top 5 enhypen songs are:

1. fever

2. chaconne

3. go big or go home

4. bills

5. blockbuster

songs 2-5 usually change every week depending on how i feel but fever has been my all-time favorite enhypen song. for me, nothing has been able to top it just yet. their entire discography is amazing, so it was hard to narrow it down to just 5.

i hope this wasn’t too much! thank you for your hard work <3 :)

hi dear anon! thank you for requesting!<3 i hope you will like your match partner, who is none other than…

Sunghoon!

even though he is on the introverted side he is still a very social person, so your mbti types would balance each other out very well! he is definitely a listener and would love to hear you talk every time you tell him about your day and what you did!

regarding hobbies, he would love to go on different dates with you and explore many things, he is a curious person for sure, and we have all seen how much he loves shopping, so mall dates would be quite frequent with him! his style is very similar to yours so he would plan your outfits according to that day’s feelings and would be matching with you often. he has also tried playing golf before so i can clearly imagine him trying to impress you when going to play together. with dancing he would always try to teach you different things, dragging you to a studio, goofing around a lot while there and not actually getting that much learning done.

he also has a thing for exploring new restaurants just like jay, he loves good food for sure! he may even try to cook some of your favourite dishes, the playlist he made specifically for you playing in the background while you two eat the dinner he made, which you would probably enjoy as in my opinion your music taste would be almost identical.

overall, you two would most definitely understand each other well, always resolving any hardship that comes your way.

[voidselfshipp]

How it feels to be loved by them:

Hizashi//yamada (present//mic)

->loud music while having fun, cold drinks during a party, sweets and snacks at late hours of the night, energetic but comforting, fresh but not overwhelming, chaotic but comfortable. Spontaneous dates, helping eachother,sharing music/listening to music together. Matching hand made bracelets. Dancing late at night or under the rain.

->Ideal dates: music festivals, parties with close Friends, nights spent cuddling and talking, getting fast food and eating somewhere quiet.

->favorite thing to do: prop me up on his shoulders on festivals, carrying me around sloth style, helping eachother with our hair, he likes being useful and tying my shoes or fixing my rings/hair/earings when im busy or distracted. Speaking spanish with eachother when im homesick.

Shota//Aizawa (eraser//head)

->calm naps while it rains,warm patch of sunlight during winter, comfort hoodies and snacks,getting help when youre really stressed and busy, comfort in times of crisis, quiet unnoticeable displays of love like pinkies being intertwined, tender looks and hands on the back. Deep talks. Comforting, safe, calm but not boring, a sense of being completely understood.

->Ideal dates: going out for coffee, helping in cat shelters, small shopping dates, stay at home dates with dinner and a movie, sitting on the rooftops while admiring the calm of the city.

->Favorite thing to do: style eachother's hair, Keep company to eachother while one of us/we both work, doing small acts of service like bringing me tea/ or me bringing him coffee, cuddling,napping, holding hands. Hearing me and asking me about my country.

Toshinori//Yagi (all//might)

->undying Love and loyalty,cheesy but heartfelt gifts,pickup lines and letters, soft looks, the pleaseant warmth of summer, the fresh smell of flowers. Safe and nurturing, supportive, romantic and tender. Words of encouragement during trying times, a steady moral support pillar.

->Ideal dates: picnics in quiet places,long silent car rides, late night coffee talks, fancy dinners,staying at home and goofing around.

->Favorite things to do: move the hair out of my eyes before I do it, helping me before I ask for help, hugging me for Long periods of time,showering with me, hanging out while we both do our seperate things, take care of eachother (ex: me reminding him to not stay up all night/helping him get to bed when he inevitably stays up, helping me study for uni, reminding me of my schedule in a nice non pushy way), cooking together, slow dancing. Making my favorite Argentine foods.

Harry//Pandey (six)

-> the smell of books,the satisfaction of finishing a long book, quiet days where you just lounge around, comforting and homey, undying love and dedication, passion for things that you like/Belive are right, late night talks. Being able to show the parts of yourself that you dont like and being accepted.

->ideal dates: museum dates where we learn New things, library dates, walking around holding hands and admiring the world, staying inside while watching a movie with good home made food, dates where we show eachother our cultures, fancy dates on aniversaries.

->Favorite things to do: hold hands,Slowdancing,have deep conversations, cuddle while he works on paperwork,mindlessly stroking the other's arm/hand/ neck as a way to selfsoothe/soothe eachother, read with/to eachother, try out New foods

Ryad//Al-hassar//Ramirez (jackal)

-> the comfort and security that comes with being with someone for a long time, being understood without having to talk, home,overwhelming but in a good way, support and passion, inner Jokes, old timey romance with a bad boy edge, moving almost in synch, feeling almost like one person made out of two. Eternal devotion, an unbreakable Bond.

->ideal dates: romantic candlit dinners at home/somewhere fancy,Dance dates where we go somewhere with good music and dance (tango/flamenco/salsa), dtay at home dates like watching a movie or just cuddle in silence, Lazy sundays where we both stay all day in bed, walks when the weather is nice, drives around the city/other areas,hunting trips, roadtrips,camping out.

->Favorite things to do: dance, show eachother our cultures, Cook, have deep talks, Carry me around, tracing eachother's features, singing with/to eachother, hang out while we both do our own thing, flirt and get eachother flustered, hold hands,cuddle, nap together. Shopping with eachother.

《♡♡♡♡♡》

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[thecryptidenthusiast]

She settles back in her chair, eyes roaming towards the kitchen, taking in the fridge that she knows is more stocked than it has been in months, the open bottle of wine on the counter. She looks back at him, brow quirked. “Do I even want to know how much you spent tonight?”

He pauses, gaze flicking up to meet hers before back down at his plate. Takes another bite, slow to chew as he clearly mulls over the right way to answer, and immediately Abby knows she definitely doesn’t want to take a guess. “This was a gift from me to you,” he says finally, picking up his wine glass and leaning back as well, mimicking her relaxed posture, “The price point isn’t something to concern yourself with.”

“If it’s not a concern then tell me what it was so I can pay you back.” She tries again. Nate, as loving and doting as he is -more so than she deserves- knows she hates the thought of him spending money on her. Their bills on their previous dates were always split, and her disdain for spending money had long since kept him from actually buying her anything.

“Your company this evening is repayment enough,” His praise is paired with a charming smile that, if it was months ago, would have worked on her. But she’s long since learned his deflecting tactics and they only work about half the time nowadays. “And in my defense, the dinner that was postponed all those months ago was also supposed to be a gift. It just carried over.”

“Nice try, Sewell.” She takes a sip of her wine, eyes never leaving his, “Dinner was the gift. You went grocery shopping, I don’t think that falls under the ‘gift’ category. That’s very much a ‘pay you back’ kind of thing.”

“It’s a gift when I know you won’t go shopping yourself.” He grins at her faux-offended expression.

“Excuse me, I do go grocery shopping!”

He leans forward, arms resting on the table, hands clasped. “Jaanu, the last thing you bought for yourself was a box of cereal that had been opened.”

She mimics his pose, rises to the challenge. “Yeah and that made it less than a dollar.”

“It was stale.”

“You put enough milk on it you don’t notice.”

He’s actually silent at that, and she swears she can see a rival of terror and amusement on his face, making her grin in triumph. “Then, consider it a repayment to give me peace of mind that you’ll actually use what I bought before it becomes a new lifeform.” He smirks, “Or, you could allow me to come and cook for you more often.”

“Is that a promise?”

“A guarantee.”

[sin-sidejob]

Hi, would you be willing to write nsfw and sfw dating headcanons for Brett? Gender neutral is best but if you need it, can you make it for an afab reader? Thank you so much!

Brett Hand x GN!Reader: SFW dating headcanons

Warnings: canon-typical violence + shenanigans, SFW, talk of food, families, sickness and illness

Content: just canon typical shenanigans + behavior, domesticity, Brett Hand

- Brett’s literally the sweetest person ever, and when he’s in love? Infatuation and the most endearing type of affection possible.

- he’s a bit clingy, both with regular attention and affection and with sexual attention/affection. He doesn’t do too much PDA, keeping it mild like a hand on your hip or pecking a kiss, or kisses, on your forehead or cheek if not lips. If it’s more lax and around friends, he’ll have his hand drift a little lower if not nestle in one of your back pockets and won’t me afraid to kiss a little lower on your face at your jaw.

- if you don’t like PDA much if at all, he completely respects it! He doesn’t want to push your boundaries beyond the limits or make you uncomfortable. He’d be fine just holding your hand! He loves doing that if he’s being honest, running his thumb over your knuckles and just rambling absentmindedly with whatever is on his mind while he plays with your hands.

- Brett’s definitely the type to memorize tidbits and information about yourself. Hell, he’s probably got a google doc or a notes app full of stuff beyond just your birthday and favorite color. He’s got your food orders and favorite food places, your ick-foods, allergies, the exact shade of your eyes and how they look in the sun, what type of wedding rings he’d think you’d like, date ideas, jokes and inside jokes y’all have. He struggles to remember every single detail about you, but he’ll be damned if he didn’t try.

- he even notes down factoids and little things about you, like he's writing the bullet points of a Wikipedia article about you, trying to memorize just how you wear your hair, which color tone of jewelry you frequent, the story behind the scar on your knee. He jots it all down and it's a long list, that keeps getting longer. But it's so sweet it's practically cavity-inducing, craving to know all of you in every facet and aspect.

- he makes everything fun, whether your time shared and spent together are dates out mini golfing, bar hopping, clubbing, or just having dates in the comfort of home. He couldn’t care less where he was or what he was doing, as long as he was with you. He just likes being with you. You’re all he needs.

- his favorite type and choice of date?? Cooking at home with you, goofing around in the kitchen and eating dinner across from you in the comfort of home, only to clean up and dance with you barefoot in the kitchen to something softly playing over the speakers. Dancing in the refrigerator light is high key his favorite way to end a day, with you in his arms and swaying to the beat.

- he doesn’t fight often because he’s more resigned as a person. It can be difficult to have him open up truly and push back if his boundaries are neglected due to how he’s so much of a people pleaser and he’d hate to hurt your feelings, even if his own are hurting. It takes some time for him to heal internal wounds and be able to be open and fully share what he’s feeling.

- he is super spontaneous too like he enjoys the hell out of doing sudden dates. He would absolutely crush that date trend of going into target and getting things for your partner you think they'd like, like something in your favorite color, your favorite drink and snack, something for you two to do together. this man is spouse material good lord

- speaking of marriage material, please talk about future plans with this boy. Not too soon unless you wanna' get married like you're contestants on 90-day fiance but still if you've been together for a bit, already considering moving in, talk about how you eventually want to marry him and how you intend to spend the rest of your life with him. Brett will cry and hug you for a solid hour - that's not in jest I believe he will actually do it. Just sitting there cuddling and blubbering about how he's so happy and relieved and he wants to marry you too and then he's rambling about ring sizes and that he knows a guy who can get y'all's rings and hitched within the hour.

- he is so whiny when he's sick but I bet it's like once a year, if that, he takes such good care of himself but when someone in the gang sneezes in his face he takes it in stride and then gets laid up at home. Taking care of him is like taking care of a sick kindergartner but its fun, its Disney movies, cuddles all day, grilled cheese and tomato soup with that dollop of sour cream and pepper on the top, blanket forts, and setting him off to sleep at 8:30pm with a double dose of Delsum and sleepy time tea

- marry this man.

- Brett is so doting when sick too because he's got all the holistic remedies + the whole CVS over-the-counter pharmacy of cold medicines and sinus relief and tummy ache relievers. He's probably also got the industrial or commercial-size first-aid kit.

- If you ever skin your knee or sprain an ankle that man is hauling you up in his arms bridal carry and just making casual conversation while he takes you to the nearest doctor or nurse's office, no matter if you insist you're fine, and dotes on you and tells you how proud he is of you.

- he also excels in pep talks and affirmations, recording you tapes to play should he be away from you in case you want to hear his voice. He'll text you to not pick up his call so he can leave you voicemails sometimes, telling you about his day and asking about yours as if you're actually on the phone, and he ends the second half of the voicemail telling you how much he loves you, how happy he is to have you in his life, how thankful and grateful he is, etc etc

- Brett rushes to open the doors for you, and will even carry you over puddles that way your shoes and legs don't get wet. he'll have his arm around your waist and make sure he's on the side facing the road when walking on sidewalks, having you on his opposite side and safer in case something were to happen. You get his handkerchiefs and his umbrellas, the second half of his sandwich, the share of his fries, and control over the aux in his car when going places.

- he makes you mix CD's and playlists for certain moods, moments, memories, and loves to go to concerts with you. Brett'll stand behind you with his arms around your waist and head on your shoulder or on top of yours depending on height so you get a better view and he can still be close.

- He is a wreck when meeting your friends or family, knowing how important they are to you but you're just like ??? Sir, you are the perfect man how could they not like you ??? and then he's trying not to cry and begging for a hug meanwhile it's in the middle of a fast food restaurant and you two are about to order lunch. Idiot, marry him.

- Brett is the type to fawn over babies and pets in public and its even worse if its the both of you because then there's the conversational point of the two of you having a family and that man could not have bigger heart eyes, practically begging to have a baby or adopt one or have Reagan or the cloning department make y'all one

- it's tempting but like, perhaps move in or marriage first then extend bloodlines

- regardless, this man is ultimate dating material, marriage material, long haul ride or die. Brett is so choice, I'd highly recommend picking one up.