#so thank you very much n i hope the day will treat you kindly

[atskiruma]

his attempts at courting you

expl: he finds himself thinking about you more often, wanting to seek you out consistently, and giving you numerous gifts every day to see you smile

a/n: it has come to my attention that the last ff i wrote, (snow day) was not very well depicted for all readers to enjoy, i want to apologize for that and promise that i will get better at trying to make sure everyone is able to read it and enjoy it, my writings are targeted for all | unfortunately, i can not edit it right now seeing as there's a poll going on, but once that poll is finished i will change my wording in the ff

ask me anything masterlist

second person writing no pronouns used

Zhongli often felt himself thinking about you more often while he was working around the parlor. Even seeking out your name in conversations and listening more attentively when someone was speaking about you. It didn't confuse him though, he was aware of his interest in you.

You opened up the warmth in his heart and welcomed him kindly every time you two saw each other. It made him happy to see you happy, and this was evident when flowers were delivered directly to your door one sunny afternoon.

"These are for you," The mail lady said before turning around and walking away to do more deliveries. You didn't even get to ask who they were from before she was gone. Staring down at the bouquet of tiger lilies in front of you, you could only assume that the bright orange and black colors could depict a certain someone's hair color.

It was a nice piece on your kitchen counter and went well with the other decorations spiraling around your house. That was, until the next morning, you were greeted again with another gift. A bright orange vase to compliment the tiger lilies you received the other day. It was funny, why was he going out of his way to send you such nice gifts?

You finally managed to confront him when you saw Childe and Zhongli sitting together on the seats of an outside cafe. Walking over and waving to the both of them. They greeted you back, and small talk was given for only a couple minutes.

"I actually came over here to thank Zhongli," This caught his attention, and he turned to look up at you, "I really loved the flowers you sent and the vase goes really well with them too!" You said while smiling.

He nodded back at you, seemingly collecting himself extremely quickly at the fact you figured out so quick who it was. "I'm glad you liked them," He said.

"I came to give you this in return," You said," "I know it's probably not as extravagant as the ones you gave me, but I like it." Handing over the small gift box, he opened it and smiled softly at the item. It was a small keychain, nothing special, and it was decorated with a lovely orange seem.

That same keychain would be hung up right next to his bedframe, along with variant letters you sent him on the table accompanying it.

Diluc was someone who took courting another person seriously. He found it tradition since his father had spoken so much of it when Diluc was younger. He always wanted to treat the one he loved with respect and be as much of a gentleman as possible.

This was why you were taking a stroll with him through his grapevines on a sunny afternoon. He offered for you to come down to the Winery a couple days ago and you had just gotten around to accepting his offer. His hand rested on your back as he took you through multiple different paths and explained everything. As you strolled, he talked about things concerning the vine, his profits, the seasons they needed to be planted, etc.

You smiled at him, knowing it was something he took dear to his heart, and listened very attentively to what he was saying. In reality, Diluc was really hoping that all he was talking about didn't bore you in any way.

Then, the next couple of hours were spent sitting in his large dining room, eating food made by the cooks in his home. It was nice, and you were very happy that he wanted to spend this much time with you. Diluc even found himself watching you eat here and there, asking you if the food was good or if you needed anything else in the time being.

After everything was over, and the night sky shined over the two of you as you stood outside his doors, he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your hand. Telling you how much of a pleasure it was to have you here, and how he wished you could stay longer.

Diluc even offered to walk you home, tediously not taking no for an answer, he reached down to take your hand and hold it the whole walk home.

Alhaitham was very closed off when he first met you, he was closed off with anyone in general. He found it strange that you always seemed to be there when he was thinking about you, and when his eyes would try and search a room in the akademiya for you.

He realized that something had to be done about this, so, he did what any other raging nerd would do, and researched about it.

You also found it odd when you'd see him looking at you from across the library, or holding the door open for you whenever you'd walking behind him. Alhaitham always seemed like the guy who only cared about his own, yet he was so evident in helping you out here and there.

Helping you when you'd be confused about a book, rewording your essays to make them better. Alhaitham seemed to want to assist you with almost everything. This was no different than today.

You found yourself back at the library looking down at a long-written parchment on the forest rangers' activities. Trying to figure out how you could make this work in the essay you were conducting on Sumeru's forest.

This was when you heard the chair scrap right next to you, and looked up from where you had originally been focused. Alhaitham took his seat next to you, slightly taking up more space than necessary with his manspreading.

"Do you need help with that? It looks like a longer report than usual for you."

"Longer than usual?" You shot back, "Are you saying that I'm not capable of reading this?" His eyes widened a bit and he instantly tried to retort his original statement. "No, no, I thought- Well- You know you usually read shorter reports in order to get more details. I didn't think you'd take something this large to account."

His confession made you smile, and you leaned in closer, "How'd you know how I like my reports?" At the response with your cheeky grin, a blush formed on his cheeks before he looked away.

"Scholars are supposed to be attentive, it's natural to know a few things you prefer in order to work best with you."

The response he sent back your way caused you to roll your eyes and turn back to what you were originally doing. "To answer your question, no, I do not need help, but thank you for offering."

That didn't seem to make him budge, because he kept sitting there watching you copy down and write words from the book.

"You misspelled climate."

The sound of a book colliding with his head echoed throughout the library.

Ayato enjoyed your company, a lot, so much that he seeks you out anytime he and his sister go down to festivals or strolls through the city. He always wanted to start up a conversation with you, and if anyone else walked by anytime he'd be down there, Ayato would be right next to you listening with a smile at whatever you said.

Ayaka loved you too and found it amusing that her brother was so interested in you. She often found herself trying to spark up conversations with you, asking if her older brother proposed yet in a joking manner.

You laughed it off, Ayato was nice but you were sure he had other rich and important people to concern his love life with. He was just a very nice man to talk with here and there, and you didn't seem to notice that you were one of the few he'd actually seek out.

That was, until, every time he saw you, he came with some form of jewelry or expensive item to give you. Asking you how your day was, what you were doing, and if you wanted to come to spend some time up at the estate with him.

"What about Ayaka?" You said with a tilt of your head in confusion. He smiled back and said, "I'm sure she'd rather stay down here and explore more of the shops.

Ayaka would have loved to come along, but before she could even turn around, the two of you were already heading back up to the estate.

He catered to you, made sure you were comfortable, and even asked if you'd like anything from his personal chefs. It was a bit much to handle, seeing as you weren't used to living so luxurious, but he was very nice about it all and understood.

The catering didn't stop after that day either, more and more people began to wonder why the Kamisato siblings were spending so much more time outside their palace. Ayaka once mentioned that you loved a certain color, and the next day Ayato was handing you a box with that color, and a necklace with the pearl containing that color too.

He even found himself marching over to you when he saw someone speaking to you in a more flirtatious matter. Moving next to you and asking if everything was alright while his hand wrapped around your own.

[actuallysaiyan]

I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part I)

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, office relationship, mommy and daddy relationship

word count: 1.1k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader

summary: as you're lost in thought about your life as a sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu High, your work husband comes by to surprise you with lunch. and he suggests going to that little pub you enjoy for dinner...only to have Itadori-kun ask such a shameless question

a/n: This is very much inspired by the thirst and fic that @carnal-lnstinct sent in and wrote! I didn't think this would be a multiple part fic, but here we are! I hope to update this little story regularly.

Part two!

Your mind is clouded as you sit at your desk, paperwork forgotten in front of you. Despite the fact that you’ve settled in well at Jujutsu High, you were wondering where this position may lead you. You were wondering if things would evolve into something more than this. Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer was tough enough as it is, but someone was always there to make you feel more at ease.

It started small too, just him being kind to you behind those stoic glances and authoritative words. You were beginning to tear down those walls and see the true Kento underneath it all. And all this because you had proclaimed he was your work husband. It wasn’t something he truly loved to hear at first, but as you continued to treat him kindly, Kento was beginning to love the special treatment.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at your office door and you look up to see the man in question. He’s got a paper bag full of food for lunch and there is a tiny grin on his face as he sees you. Your heart skips a beat at the way he’s playing into this role more than you ever expected him to. You beckon him closer and he sits down on the chair that faces yours. The bag is placed on your desk and your stomach growls the moment you can smell the many scents of spices.

“I got your favorite, honey.” Nanami loves calling you pet names, but it’s always with that teasing tone.

“Awh I should have known my sweetheart would know just what to perk me up.”

He pulls out the boxes of take-out and hands you a set of disposable chopsticks. Your heart is full of love for a man who you know isn’t actually your husband. But damn, you can’t help but really be in love with him most days. You’d do just about anything for him to slide a beautiful diamond ring on your finger.

The both of you eat comfortably, Nanami inquiring about your day just as a good husband should. You ask about his day, smiling when he mentions Itadori-kun. The first years were so special this year. You knew that Gojo had asked Nanami specifically to take care of the young pink-haired teen, but when you saw just how much Nanami took the young man under his wing, you could tell that there was a strong bond forming there.

“So our little boy is doing well,” you tease the blond man in front of you. 

Nanami blushes slightly but keeps his composure, “Itadori-kun shows promise. Despite the brash way he charges into battle, he is a kindhearted young man.”

Just those words paint such a beautiful picture. You can’t help but fantasize about family movie nights with Itadori coming over and snuggling between you and your husband. You coo softly at the way Nanami is describing the young sorcerer.

You finish up your meal, thanking the blond sorcerer in front of you. Nanami smiles, and this one is a genuine smile. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to hear you thanking him for dinner as well. He was planning on asking you out, strictly as co-workers of course. He doesn’t want you finding out about the feelings that are building so deeply inside of him. If it were up to him, he would have married you quite some time ago.

“I’ve got this paperwork to finish up, then I’m training Kugisaki-san.” You explain to Nanami, and you watch as he wipes his hands on the wet wipe provided by the take-out place.

“I’ve got to get back to training as well with Itadori-kun.”

There’s a silence that falls between you both. Your heart is racing in this moment. You just want to jump over this desk and pin him to the ground. You want to press kisses all over his beautifully chiseled face until there’s red lipstick prints everywhere. But you do no such thing. The two of you exchange a smile and a glance, and it’s almost the kind that suggests you’re both part of an inside joke that the whole world is excluded from.

“How about after work we head to our favorite pub for dinner?” Nanami suggests, praying his tone isn’t too hopeful.

You smile, “That sounds nice. It would be good to get out. It’s been a little bit since we’ve been out.”

He nods, “Yes, I was just thinking that.”

The two of you get up, and Nanami throws the trash from your lunch into the garbage can that’s next to your desk. As you come around the desk, he wishes he could just take your hand in his and walk you outside to the training ground. Instead you both walk side by side and chat lightly about work. 

It’s a mundane feeling for the both of you, but it isn’t boring. It’s sweet and domestic, and everyone knows that you two are pretty much attached at the hip. But yet there always seems to be something keeping you held back from actually making this work relationship into a real one.

You spot Itadori and Kugisaki awaiting the two of you, the pair seem to be gossiping. You always loved the way those two had grown so close, and yet…you wondered if maybe they had something similar going on that mirrored your own relationship with Nanami. You looked at Kento, smirking playfully.

“You sure you won’t be too tired to take your poor wife out to dinner tonight?” You practically purr in his ear.

Nanami shudders, “Please, have a bit more faith in your sweetheart, dear.”

Just the sound of his voice calling you dear has you wondering if you should just confess right here and right now. You want to tell him how badly you have fallen head over heels for him, but you also wonder if that’s just not the right choice. You look at him once more, and you lean in the smooth the collar of his shirt and the lapels of his jacket. His heart skips a beat when you’re this close to him.

“Well, I suppose I have faith in an old man like you.” You rib him, laughing at his reaction.

“You’re three months older than me.” He says, a smirk spreading on his face.

You groan, “Please, don’t remind me.”

You two begin walking over to the first years you’re responsible for. With a final promise to go out for dinner, you part ways. It’s only then you hear Itadori asking your work husband.

“Nanamin, are you sure you and her aren’t actually married?”

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hiiii since it’s my birthday really soon, can I get Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45 and Makoto from P5 celebrating readers birthday?? Maybe a surprise party?!?!?!?!

(Genshin Impact/GFL/P5) Hu Tao, Yae Miko, Chiori, UMP45, and Makoto celebrating Reader's birthday

Oh god, I hope I'm still on time for this.

(Hu Tao) "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Hu Tao pops out of absolutely nowhere and scares the hell out of (Y/N), but she is beaming with energy.

Despite the fact the clock had just struck midnight, and S/O was in their own room.

(Hu Tao) "Soooo, what do you plan on doing? Got any cake for today?"

(Y/N) "Hu Tao, I'm trying to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning...Actually, how did you even get in my house?!"

(Hu Tao) "Details we can discuss after your birthday plans! Now, what do you want for today? I can try my best to get you a good sale!"

(Y/N) "Well, it's not a coffin or ghost, I'll tell you that much..."

(Hu Tao) "Wow, buzzkill! I guess I won't treat you to Xiangling's today after all!"

Hu Tao is definitely the type to throw a surprise party, though it's not much of a surprise since she appeared in their bedroom.

Later when it's actually a humane time of day, she invites them over to her home to celebrate properly!

She still wishes they could've had the celebration late at night though, Hu Tao had a lot of jokes planned...

Normally, Yae is supposed to do a formal recital of wishing a pleasant birthday.

But to hell with that, that was boring.

Yae decides to wish (Y/N) a happy birthday in her own way.

(Yae) "(Y/N), I expect to have a good meal today."

(Y/N) "Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

(Yae) "Perhaps, but surely you don't plan on going anywhere mundane to eat for such a very special occasion, right?"

(Y/N) "N-Not if it's going to bankrupt all of my Mora!"

(Yae) "Oh come now, I do not eat that much."

(Y/N) "Wait, why am I paying for you on my birthday?!"

(Yae) "Well, thank you for offering! You're such a kind soul!"

(Y/N) sigh

She doesn't really host a party for (Y/N), at least not by herself. But at the very least, she'll make it a damn entertaining day, for better and worse.

Oh, (Y/N)'s birthday. Neat, Chiori supposed.

(Chiori) "Yes yes, happy birthday and all that."

(Y/N) "Hah, calm down there Chiori, you're getting a bit too excited."

(Chiori) "I hope you don't expect me to have cake and balloons ready to spring out at you."

(Y/N) "Frankly, I'd be more shocked if you did."

(Chiori) "At least you understand that part."

Bluntness aside, Chiori handcrafts (Y/N) a nice present before their very eyes.

A handmade gift could speak more than a million bought gifts ever could.

As much as Navia would disagree with her.

(Y/N) has better chances of Chiori throwing them a surprise party as they would surviving a lightning strike from the Raiden Shogun herself.

45's smile seems to soften when (Y/N) enters the dorm, though it was nearly pitch black.

(UMP45) "Well, you took your sweet time coming back."

(Y/N) "45? Why are you in my-"

UMP9 leapt out from underneath the table as the lights came on. HK416 was leaning against the wall while G11 was face first on the same table, sleeping away.

And in the middle appeared to be a cake that looked...ambitious, to put it kindly.

(UMP45) "Happy birthday.~"

UMP9 blew on a party horn, the small paper unfolding and making a small doot noise as her arms extended in joy.

HK416 simply shrugged and grunted, and G11 was still comatose.

(Y/N) "T-Thank you guys! You didn't really need to-"

(UMP45) "Not really, but I figured it'd be fun to celebrate something special with you."

Her smile only seemed to grow when (Y/N) joined her, watching the chaos unfold as UMP9 tried to cut a cake, despite the fact the knife was getting dangerously close to G11's unkempt hair.

(UMP45) "Thought I'd bring the squad along to have fun too. Clearly it's working better than I thought."

(Y/N) "This is already so chaotic though!"

(UMP45) "Exactly."

Makoto is caught off guard when (Y/N) enters the room, holding a small cake with a candle in it.

The cake itself seemed terribly made, as it looked like it'd crumble if one simply stared at it for too long.

(Makoto) "U-Um...Welcome back! I tried to make something for you myself and...you see how that worked."

Makoto sighed but (Y/N) laughed, giving a comforting hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) "I appreciate it, still. But hey it smells really good!"

(Makoto) "And the taste...?"

(Y/N) took a bite out of it, and smiled, turning back to Makoto.

(Y/N) "Honestly, not bad! I'm not dead yet!"

Makoto chuckled as she sighed.

(Makoto) "Well, I suppose that's good reassurance."

Makoto would fail instantly at a surprise party, mostly because she'd spend too much time to get it ready, only for (Y/N) to walk in way too early.

[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

A/N: the end of this one is loosely inspired by Bridget Jones bc Im ovulating x

Gentleman

Since the day you joined the team, you have made it your mission to consistently go out of your way to show Spencer Reid just how much he means to you. The more you’ve come to know him, the more personal your gestures have become, the more sentiment you are capable of hand delivering. By nature, you are a thoughtful person, but the second you were introduced to Spencer, you could see how little regard he had for himself, for treating himself kindly, for any amount of mistreatment that continued to beat him down - and you decided that it was your job, above all else, to show him how wonderful he truly was, the kindness he deserved to receive. 

Whether it be memorizing and delivering his preferred coffee order every morning, surprising him with chocolate and sprinkle-covered donuts, always backing him up in every circumstance - no matter how unserious, always jumping to his defense, always checking in with him, consistently inviting him out for small events that you know he’d enjoy; the list only goes on. And in the wake of your endless list of sentimental gestures, to Doctor Spencer Reid, you are nothing short of an angel. His own, personal, blessing. 

For some time, Spencer has been debating asking you whether you would consider developing your relationship beyond the wonderful friendship you have established, whether you had ever pondered the idea of, perhaps, going on a date with him, sometime, wherever and whenever you wanted. The fear of rejection and the fear of ruining the bliss that is his bond with you, has forced Spencer to continually back out of confessing to you, but with every passing day, you show him just how good life can be and he has no choice but to fall for you even further.

Today is his mother’s birthday, so naturally he has booked it as a holiday from work to spend with her. Upon entering her room, he finds her cooing over a huge bouquet of orange tulips. Pausing in her doorway, Spencer takes a moment to ingrain the image in his mind, to treasure a few precious seconds of his mother smiling in a daze over her favorite flowers, before he steps inside. 

“Hey Mom, happy birthday.” He greets her quietly, hoping not to disturb her. 

She doesn’t say anything, just looks over her shoulder with the same smile on her face. 

Strolling over to stand beside her, he examines the bouquet. “Who gave you these, hmm? They’re beautiful.” He says softly, gently pulling apart a few of the stems to retrieve a small note that only has ‘Happy Birthday Diana x’ written on it.

There is no name signed on the note, but Spencer feels his heart skipping a beat as his eyes scan the little piece of paper, because he recognises the handwriting quicker than he would his own. Though the realization very nearly kills him where he stands, he has no choice but to push it to the back of his mind and prioritize spending the day with his mother, but he finds her glancing over at the bouquet almost as often as he does, sharing a fond smile; hers for the flowers themselves, him for their sender.

That evening, as the sun sets, he finds himself waiting on an all too familiar doorstep with a bouquet of someone else’s favorite flowers in his hands. He wonders if he has arrived a little too early, understanding better than most how late you could arrive home from work, but thanks to a text from Penelope, he knows the team haven’t left on a case today. 

Much to Spencer’s relief, he is only fidgeting idly and tapping his shoes against your doorstep for an hour before your car pulls into your driveway. From beyond the windscreen, he sees you light up at the sight of him, switching your engine off and gathering your things as quickly as possible to scramble out of the car. 

“Spencer! How are you? How is your mom? I hope you both had the most wonderful day!” You chime, speeding over to the door and instinctively opening your arms to pull him into a hug, but faltering when you see the flowers. “What’s this?”

Spencer takes a deep breath. “It’s a thank you, or the start of one.”

You frown, your arms falling to your sides. “Spencer, you never need to thank me, not for-”

He shakes his head, stopping you in your tracks. “Believe me, just one bouquet is not enough to thank you for everything you’ve done for me, for the person that you are, but I hope these are a start.” He holds the flowers out to you and with a soft smile, you take them from him.

“Thank you.” 

“Thank you!” Spencer corrects you. “For everything, every moment you’ve spent with me, every word you’ve ever said to me, every smile you’ve ever given me- Thank you for the flowers you sent my mom, I have never known anyone who would think to do something so incredibly kind. Most of all, I want to thank you for taking such good care of my heart ever since the day we met, when you stole it right out of my chest.” 

Tears sting your eyes at his words, his gratitude and the feelings that pour so freely from his lips after so long, the sentiments you have been desperate to hear from the moment you first saw him. 

“Spencer, you really, really don’t need to thank me for anything, but for the sake of agreeing to disagree, you are welcome. And, for the record, it is an honor to take care of your heart. Thank you for letting me borrow it.” You say, voice gentle, somewhat afraid of the potential desire he may have to create some distance between you, having realized how close the two of you actually are.

“Oh, I don’t want it back. Not ever, in fact. Not having a heart does have its drawbacks, though, so, if you are happy to keep ahold of mine, would you do me the honor of letting me take care of yours in return?” Spencer asks, a playful smile on his face that you are more than happy to return.

“My, my, I never thought the day would come when I would know something that the smartest man in the world doesn’t!” You grin at him, his own smile widening with yours, urging you to continue. “Spencer, my heart ran from me and straight to you the second I laid eyes on you.”

As your words sink in, his jaw drops slightly, as though genuinely in disbelief at how obvious your feelings for each other have been since the start. 

A blissful eternity of comfortable silence passes before the genius can find the words he wants to say. 

“Well, if I have had your heart all this time, in the same way you’ve had mine, I can’t really take care of your heart as thanks, as I’ve apparently been doing that already.” His voice is hoarse, still coming to terms with the fact that you really do reciprocate his feelings for you.

“So, where does that leave us?” You ask, a teasing tone lacing your words.

“I believe it leaves us here, on your porch, with me afraid to ask you a question.” He answers matter-of-factly.

You chuckle up at him. “Spencer, you don’t ever have to be afraid of asking me anything.” 

He swallows nervously, nodding at you before avoiding your eyes and clearing his throat. In his heart, Spencer knows you are right, you usually are, especially when it comes to him, but unfortunately that does little to build his confidence in asking you such a question. Still, he has come this far, he knows he will never be able to sleep again if he backs out this time. Taking a second to compose himself, he lifts his head to meet your patient smile again. 

“May I kiss you?” 

His question hangs in the air, asked so quietly he wonders if you even heard him, but in truth he knows that regardless of the volume, you would have read his lips and understood him immediately. He was, is and continues to be your favorite book to study.

You are smiling so hard your face hurts, but you don’t care at all. Quite frankly, nothing matters in this moment except for the question Spencer just asked you. And after the confidence he conjured to put that request to you, who are you to deny him?

“Of course you can, whenever and wherever you like.” You answer, just as quietly as he had posed his question. 

Spencer’s stomach somersaults as he takes the one step required to close the space between you, relishing every microsecond that it takes to lift his hands and cup your face, stare into your very soul closer than he ever has before. Closing his eyes, the image of you remains as clear as day, so ingrained in his mind that on the rare occasion something else is at the forefront of his thoughts, you are always in the background, like his favorite song that plays continually, serving as the soundtrack to his life. He leans in and is surprised when he meets your lips half a second earlier than anticipated. When Spencer concludes another half a second later that you have stood on your tiptoes to meet him in his descent to your lips, his heart flutters in his chest. He feels your hands holding his against your face, then lifting to run through his curls, tugging gently at them as his own hands lower to your waist, effortlessly guiding you back until you are against your front door. Butterflies and fireworks of every color swirl in and around the two of you, encapsulating you in your own isolated universe, safe and tucked away from anything and everything else, save for thoughts of each other and every unsaid word that can now be told in a language the two of you have never known before. As the kiss deepens, your passion for each other raises the stakes of the situation substantially and the tension makes it difficult for either of you to breathe. 

Pulling away from Spencer just enough to see his face, you make a breathless observation. “Hold on a minute, gentlemen don’t kiss like that.”

Chuckling darkly, he rests his forehead against yours. “Speaking as a profiler as well as a gentleman, I can assure you that I am very much capable of reading your body language and kissing you in accordance with whatever your body asks of me.”

Managing to regain control of your breathing, you nod your head against his. “Speaking as a profiler and as someone that knows you incredibly well, I don’t doubt that for a single second, Doctor Reid.”

Smirking, Spencer lowers his head to brush his lips against yours, breath fanning your face and raising goosebumps in his wake. 

“Good.”

[shovelbug]

You lived a relatively quiet life. You were never one for the luxury so many Fontainians seemed to favor, but you were fine with that. You lived in a small apartment complex, and it was more than enough for you. Not much of a view, but you make do. You kept to yourself occupied with your hobbies. It wasn’t glamorous, but you were happy.

But even you knew about the recent trial of the Hydro Archon and her subsequent retirement from her position. You felt a great grief for all the woman had been through, and you held even more respect for her, perhaps even more so than before the trial.

So it was simultaneously no surprise and a great shock that Lady Furina, of all people, was your new neighbor.

It made sense, you figured. You would want a quiet life and a place to rest after all that, too. So, with that in mind, you resolved to treat her kindly, but no differently from how you would anyone else. She had enough of being put on a pedestal for one lifetime, you thought.

The day she moved in, she had very little in terms of luggage, but you offered to bring her bags up regardless. She seemed like she was ready to insist otherwise, but she didn’t actually refuse and allowed your help with a simple “Thank you.”

She sounded tired, you noticed. But also, more genuine.

You didn’t interact with her much other than that, save for when you used the fire hydrant in the hall to spray down her kitchen afyer she burned her macaroni. Despite her embarrassment, you said nothing of the incident and occasionally exchanged polite hello’s and good mornings whenever you happened to pass each other by.

It seemed wrong to judge the (former?) god of justice. More than that, you felt she was really just starting her life for the first time, as ironic as that sounded. She was stumbling, unsure, like a baby deer on its legs. But she was still trying, and kept getting back up. There was something to be admired in that.

After some time, you noticed how she seemed to pretty much only make macaroni. Now, you were no stranger to safe or comfort foods and often would make the same things yourself when you were lacking energy, but even that got tiresome after a while. So, when you were making yourself dinner one day, you found yourself making an extra portion. You put the lasagna and a few slices of the garlic baguette into a container and covered it, before taking it and peering into the hall.

Quiet, as usual. You padded along the corridor to her apartment’s doorstep, before leaving it with a quick knock and hurrying back to your own apartment.

You hoped, in some small way, Furina would find joy in the gesture.

a/n: hi so uhhh this is basically like. Furina moves into her little apartment and you’re her neighbor who is like i’ll just treat her like a normal person but also i am mildly Concerned. i haven’t finished her story quest so apologies if this is weird or something this is just a brain worm i had. might continue it idk! anyways i love her

k thanks for reading love you bye

[5eraphim]

You mentioned in the past that you thought yandere medic would be okay with sharing y/n with another person. How do you think that would go? maybe with heavy, since they’re so close? (If you aren’t doing request rn feel free to ignore this <3 have a good day )

anon,, my sweet beloved and treasured above all loving sentiment, if only you knew how long I've awaited this very ask....

I teased this idea way back (here, the first part obvi.). I've gone back and forth about going for it and writing out the prompt in full, as I think it would be very, very... enticing, and another one of those things I would love to read which must unfortunately start with a blank word doc. I wound up writing this to be rather light-hearted, but if anyone wants to see this scenario played out a bit darker, I'm open to the request!

But additionally, I know myself well enough as a person, and didn't really want to go through all that effort unless if was for a request, or unless I knew it would be for me and at least one other reader, because it feels only natural a multiple character x reader one shot should be long enough to give each character a decent enough feature, thus will (safe to say) always be much longer, and take much longer to write, than a regular x character oneshot. (If that makes any sense?) Anyhow, that's all to say, thank you, thank you, thank you ever so kindly for the ask, I really hope you enjoy how this came out, it was a pleasure to write. <3

Characters: The Heavy 🐻 and The Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Summary: Drunkenness and tenderness between comrades lowers inhibitions, let's hope your ambitions will rise to compensate.

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.

Word Count: 4.5k

MASTER POST

TIP JAR

(Song Inspo: Delicate Weapon- Grimes)

"when I say eat me, I mean suck the bones clean, leave nothing for the waiting, leave nothing for the vultures, or the travelers to come." “vivisection (you’re going to break my heart)” by Marty McConnell from The Best American Poetry 2014, edited by Terrance Hayes and David Lehman.

While the mission wasn't technically over yet, the work for the day was, and thank God for that. The job was simple enough, nothing more than a little errand run, fetching some supplies to bring back to home base, not necessarily requiring the combined efforts of you, Heavy and Medic. Still, when you were requested to accompany the two, you immediately agreed. So while the work bored you, the company would make it all worth it. 

While the mission wasn't technically over yet, the work for the day was, and thank God for that. The job was simple enough, nothing more than a little errand run, fetching some supplies to bring back to home base, not necessarily requiring the combined efforts of you, Heavy and Medic. Still, when you were requested to accompany the two, you immediately agreed. The work bored you, but the company made it all worth it. 

The road down was straightforward enough, and collecting the supplies was just as effortless, but the trip back was less so. A sudden and severe thunderstorm forced the lot of you to find a room for the night to accommodate all three of you and your cargo. Along with a few beers picked up along the way, a little treat to celebrate a hard day's work. While typically, you knew drinking on the job wasn't professional, this was a special occasion, and you knew it would be back to work once you returned home, so you might as well enjoy it while it lasted. Finding a suitable room big enough for all of you on such short notice was a miracle, but this place suited you well.

Two double-wide beds, a radio, an armchair, a couch, and a little kitchenette with an ice box to keep the beer nice and cold while you took turns changing in the bathroom out of work clothes and washing up a little. You took the initiative to contact Homebase regarding the delay. 

A part of you was so tired you wanted to crawl into bed right away, but you weren't about to deny yourself a nice cold beer with friends. To your surprise, Medic sat in the armchair beside the couch while Heavy sat on the sofa, leaving the only open space to unwind next to Heavy, which you reclined comfortably into. Considering how they were practically glued to the hip most of the time, you didn't understand why they didn't sit together now. Also, you didn't like how Medic's eyes seemed to follow you across the room as you sat down next to Heavy, doing your best to keep a respectable distance between you and Heavy. 

For some time, you relaxed, talking, listening to the radio, one beer turning into two, and two into two and a half as you settled more comfortably into the couch, no longer holding yourself so austerely, relaxing a little. Your head eventually resting on Heavy's shoulder, he looked at you, "Comfortable?"

You nodded, his body mass was so burly, and you could feel the warmth of his body through his shirt, making you feel a little giddy. "You're too cozy- I wanna sleep right here."

"Still cold from storm? I warm you."

It wasn't a question. And without waiting for a yes, Heavy effortlessly pulled you onto his lap, sitting you sideways on top of his legs. With one arm slung over your shoulder and one under your knees, he pulled you into his lap, the overwhelming closeness feeling sudden, but he was still so temptingly warm and comfortable you didn't want to pull away.

"Feel better?"

You giggled, nodding your head as he ruffled your hair playfully, keeping one arm around your shoulders as you settled against the arm of the couch. Your eyes were closed, your head feeling all floaty as you felt his hand move from the top of your head to the side of your cheek. His hands, no longer concealed under his gloves, felt calloused but so gentle against your cheek. He moved subtly, decisively. You didn't even realize he moved your face to meet his until you felt his lips connecting against your own.

Without warning, you pulled away sharply with the awkward rigidity of a stranger. Your actions caught Heavy by surprise, allowing you to detach yourself without restriction, though you could see his confusion through wide, frightened eyes. In a moment, you were made shockingly aware of everything the alcohol so effectively blinded you to before now. It was that awkward, sinking feeling of becoming all too aware of your own body all at once, aware of the space you were taking up, of how much of your body was pressed up against the massive Russian you shared the couch with, the clammy sweat coating your palms, the tension in your joints, yet most of all the butterflies in your belly which intensified into something less than pleasant. All of this awkwardness made you feel suddenly insecure about yourself, your form, and your relation to the men around you; how could you have been so blind to this before? For goodness sake, these were your coworkers; it was your responsibility to keep things professional between the lot of you, a task you could not more thoroughly have failed at. It was humiliating to realize you folded after just a couple of drinks, even if Heavy was playing along; it all felt so wrong and too pushy. Not to mention the fact Heavy was a taken man. The truth made all the more grievous, considering his partner was sitting right there facing the two of you. While the guilt for what you'd just done made you want to hide your face in shame, it was impossible to keep from looking at Medic. However, to your surprise, he merely sat there watching the two of you, cocking his head to the side slightly, with a confusion matching Heavy's as though you were the one acting strangely here.

"Something is wrong?" Heavy inquired, his hand on your waist tightening slightly, likely in reassurance, unfortunately having the opposite effect. It felt too awkward to look Heavy in the eye or face him at this point. So instead, you kept your gaze locked on the floor before the two of you as you nervously tried to squirm your way off the larger man's lap. All to no avail, however, as Heavy's grip on you was cast iron, and you resorted to clasping your hands together on your lap, speaking as levelly as you could, using all your willpower to keep the emotions and alcohol from causing your weak voice to crack, "I'm sorry, Heavy. I think I've, um-overstepped here; I shouldn't have, y-you know… Well, I mean, I think I'll turn in now- it's so late, already…."

Your voice trailed off, and you hated how wishy-washy you sounded, betraying your will to stay strong, to appear rational and firm as any reliable comrade should.

Heavy was not convinced. "You were fine when I pulled you on my lap. Why so tired so fast?"

Forcing a nervous laugh and uncomfortable forced smile, you tried to turn to Medic for reassurance, but he stared back, eyes squinting slightly, matching Heavy's suspicion. "Must be the alcohol's catching up with me then-'' It wasn't a total lie, as you could've sworn you could feel the alcohol churning in your gut, almost taunting you, forcing you to remember just how much you'd drunk in such a short amount of time.

"Explain." Heavy looked at you and deadpanned, waiting for you to tell the truth. You tried to swallow, but your mouth felt dry. 

"I mean, aren't you two-" The awkwardness melded uncomfortably with the guilt; how were you supposed to explain yourself in a situation like this? "I mean- but you two are together, aren't you?" 

"And?" Heavy spoke bluntly, putting you right back on the spot. You sighed nervously, nibbling at your lower lip and turning your head to face Medic. 

"I just, I-I know it's not my business, but I mean- I can't imagine you're alright with any of this-'' You thought you knew your friends well, but you never would've imagined winding up in a situation like this with the two of them. To your surprise, a smile spread across Medic's face.

"Of course I am! This was my idea, after all!" You merely blinked at him, not at all following what he meant by that.

"Huh? What do you mean, it was your idea?" 

"Well…" You could see his eyes flick from you to Heavy, silently asking for some backup. Heavy's fingers began to rub comforting little circles over your waist, his other hand covering your own hands on your lap in a reassuring gesture. 

"You're pretty and kind but sp shy. We thought a little experience would help." His blunt words took you completely by surprise.

"Experience?" You managed. Heavy nodded, not at all registering the shock on your face. 

"What he means is-" Medic chuckled slightly, interjecting, amused watching how flustered Heavy's words made you. "We thought if we helped you with a little, let's say, physical bonding-"

You opened your mouth, ready to ask what exactly he meant by this, but he pressed on.

"Nothing too intense now- just a little intimacy to get you more accustomed."

You hated how vague he was being, but also, you'd be lying if you said you'd never thought of being in a situation like this before. Only in your wildest, most unrealistic dreams, or so you thought. The two men were handsome in their own ways, you'd known before you got to know them, but you never liked to dwell on such lewd thoughts. You always felt so guilty afterward; they were your friends after all, even if just in your thoughts, you knew it was wrong to think so lustfully of friends. 

Sure, there was always a little lighthearted play-flirting occasionally, but you would never have tried anything serious with either of them. Your friendship meant too much to risk losing like that. 

You felt Heavy kiss the side of your head, murmuring in a low, uncharacteristically quiet voice into your ear, "You're shy but not sneaky. I see how you look at Doctor behind his back. He says you stare at me also. Is this true?"

Your breath hitched when he began to trail his beautiful, massive hand from over your hands, snaking it up your belly until it cupped the side of your face, forcing you to focus on him and meet his eye. Heavy drank in every detail of your face before settling his eyes on your lips, waiting for you to answer, and with a trembling exhale, you spoke, "It is." Before he could wait no longer, closing the space between your mouths once again, his lips curling into a smirk just seconds before his parted lips connected with yours.

While you were still awestruck at the surrealness of the situation, you felt your reservations evaporating by the second. Finally kissing back, you allowed Heavy to deepen the kiss as he used his hand to push your head closer against his. His thumb brushed over your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin as you felt almost uncomfortably overheated. He moved slowly but so lovingly, using his tongue to dip into your mouth and taste you, sucking against your lips as you broke the kiss with hesitation, asking,

"Are you sure you want to go through with all this?" He nodded with a mellow smile as you continued, still feeling traces of nervousness clinging to you stubbornly. "I'd never forgive myself if I ruined our friendship, and I, uh-" Despite your awkwardness and hesitation, Heavy smiled at you so resolutely, so affectionately. Watching you as though you were the most beautiful person he'd ever beheld.

"I don't want to let you down here. You guys were right; I've got no real experience here… I don't know if I'll be any good at this." It was almost shameful to say out loud, but Heavy didn't even blink, playfully kissing your cheek.

"Don't think of that. It's your time to learn, not lead." 

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek, the feeling almost ticklish, making you stifle a giggle. "Just lay back and look pretty. You'll do perfect." He pulled away a little, his hand on your waist, tugging at your shirt a little; only then did you see how blown out his pupils were, "Will you come to bed now?"

It was time to be decisive. The abruptness of the question caught you off-guard, but you had no idea if you would ever get a chance like this again. This was your moment; it was time to act or wish you had. You swallowed your uncertainty and nodded, finally removing your hands from your lap to help Heavy pull off your shirt before reaching out to touch his own top and about to do the same. But he gave you a look that made you pause.

"This one off too? It's not too much? We only go as far as you want." As praising as he was moments ago, his firmness and evident respect for your boundaries made you feel all the more loved. You took this as your chance to try and charm him, as he did so effortlessly to you.

"The shirt off is better; I mean, I've always wanted to get a look under these clothes." The sound of Medic chuckling beside you made you realize you'd almost forgotten he was there in the first place. It felt odd knowing he was so close, though if this was all his idea all along, you wondered where he factored into all this. Pushing that thought aside, you helped Heavy remove his shirt as you curled a little closer, your head resting against his chest, your hand on his shoulder as you softly kissed his skin, nuzzling to feel the delightful feeling of skin-to-skin contact as much as you could. "Heavy, your body is so warm. You feel amazing." Your words were mumbled, quiet, and practically smothered as you spoke without moving your head much from his chest. You could feel his chest rumbling with a low laugh, and when you felt his hips gently press a little closer against your body, but you didn't shy away. You could feel he was aroused and didn't doubt he knew you were too. You felt the warmth between your legs intensifying the longer you felt Heavy's bare skin against yours, your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter, and you swore you could feel a bit of wetness from the kiss alone.

"Will you take me to bed now? Please?" The neediness gave you a bit of confidence as you looked up at Heavy, who needed no further incentive. You leaned against him for support as you both rose, your hand finding his as you two walked to the bed, laying down. At the same time, Heavy lingered for a moment overhead, distracted by the curves of your body now spread out like a banquet before him, eyes looking everywhere but your face. Then, for a second, you felt a twinge of insecurity, "I won't lie; I'm still a little scared this is gonna hurt." 

Instantly, this snapped Heavy's attention back to your face as he sat beside you on the side of the bed, his hand finding yours again as he spoke, "We only go as far as you want… We can stop now if-" You didn't talk, just shook your head no, moving Heavy's hand with your own to the waist of your pants. He looked at you one last time for assurance. However, you could practically feel his hand trembling in yours with anticipation before you guided him to unbutton your pants, helping pull them off you. At the same time, you slinked out of them and your underwear, kicking them to the floor. 

Even against your thigh, his hand loomed intimidatingly, the size difference so beautiful, making you shudder, wanting this man more than ever. You were so distracted by his hands you didn't even hear Medic sneaking up behind Heavy until you heard him speak. "How precious you two look~" You jolted a little in surprise, seeing Medic peering down at you from behind Heavy with narrowed eyes glazed over with lust, shamelessly checking out your nude figure, now stripped perfectly naked in front of him.

"You didn't forget about me so soon, did you?" He asked in a faux-hurt voice, "You're doing so well. Are you ready to go a little further now?" 

"I am." You spoke without hesitation, the burning between your legs intensifying almost painfully as you shyly parted your thighs, feeling cool air ticking your sweaty skin as Medic walked to the foot of the bed to get a better view before you sat up a little, pushing away from the headboard as Heavy got into bed behind you.

"Heavy is here, right behind. You will be safe."

Before now, you remembered how painfully tense you felt, but at this moment, you were put at ease, comforted at last by the presence behind you, no longer so overwhelmed. How foolish you were to think your relationship with the two men had to be strictly business, how blind you were to the pleasure the two men had to offer.

"We will stop at any time-"

You cut him off with a kiss as he settled at the head of the bed, "I know I'm no good at showing it, but. I want this. I've wanted this for so long. You two mean so much to me, and I trust you."

You were about to say, 'I love you,' but you held back. You didn't have the guts to say something so bold. But you hoped Heavy, as well as Medic, understood, despite your shy quietness. There was a minute or two of moving around, Heavy moving from his spot at your bedside to get behind you; he spread his thick legs to give you space to settle between. Finally, you were lying down, your upper back and head resting on his belly, noticing the bulge in his pants as it pressed not-so-subtly into your back. Despite the lewdness of it all, you let your head fall back a little; Heavy's body felt so solid and warm behind you, it almost made you want to skip everything and just cuddle up and fall asleep already, but you knew Medic wouldn't allow such a thing.

"I'll start nice and slow, just for you." Medic's words were deceptively sweet, almost enough to hide his lustful intent. Your throat felt too dry to speak, so you merely nodded, feeling the heat in the pit of your stomach intensify at this new position. He was condescending to you, and yet you didn't even have the inner strength left to respond. Medic moved over you, his hands resting on Heavy's thighs around your head to keep you nice and caged, right where he wanted you. He could see it written all across your face; you were getting turned on being obedient like this, submitting and letting them take the lead. He leaned his body down further, enough for you to feel the rub of his pants over your naked flesh, the odd sensation making you wince as he slotted his knee between your legs, the gentle contact alone enough to make you jolt a little, startled. 

"Aww, I'm sorry. Did I scare you? You must be pretty needy down there, aren't you? Did Heavy do a good job getting you warmed up?" Medic could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly as you breathe deeper. He continued, "You've masturbated before, haven't you?" The question caught you off guard. You looked at Medic with wide eyes, feeling another throb of arousal, seeing his predatory grin, one you'd seen countless times in battle but appearing like never before, given the current position. He pressed his knee a little harder against you. 

"Y-yeah, I've- a lot, I guess…." 

"Did you ever think of it like this? Your pussy leaking all over me while you grind against me as hard as you can?" You keened, your hips rolling against his clothed thigh, the muscle bulging distractingly beneath the thin covering. It was humiliating to have him mocking you while you were powerless to defend yourself, yet still, you wanted even more. He laughed, amused by your lack of a response, as though your brain was already succumbing so quickly to your own lust you forgot how to form whole sentences.

"Does it turn you on when I dirty-talk you like this? I bet behind that pretty face, you're even more perverted than either of us." You grit your teeth, biting back a moan.

"Medic, w-why are you keeping your pants on?" He paused momentarily at the abrupt question, looking at you with an eyebrow raised as you rushed to explain yourself. "I mean, doesn't it feel- like, weird?"

"You want to see me undressed that bad, huh?" Medic responded. Of course, he wasn't wrong, but the self-satisfied look on his face stopped you from admitting he was right. 

You shook your head, "W-well, I mean, aren't you uncomfortable under all that?" He grinned, seeing right through your bluff. But, even though he knew you were lying, Medic wasn't about to press you too hard on the matter. 

"You'll understand once you get more experience. But, you know, it can be just as rewarding to stay dressed, to keep control-" He paused to trail a finger from between your breasts down, just below your navel, the light sensation causing you to throb with want against his thigh. Continuing in a low, almost antagonistic tone, "While your partner is a wet, needy, naked little mess beneath you." He could not more clearly be mocking you, but something about it had quite the effect on you. Medic knew just how to push your buttons, and it was driving you crazy.

He was about to say something when Heavy's voice from behind interrupted. 

"Medic, be nice. This is first time. You're embarrassing her. Don't overdo it." Thank God there was a literal angel over your shoulder to watch over you and reign in his partner.

"Perhaps, but it looks like someone's enjoying it." He was about to move his hand lower when you interrupted,

"Medic?"

He stopped his hand immediately, eyes meeting yours as you continued, "Can I get a kiss first?" You felt awkward, making such a bashful request compared to how confidently he spoke. His face softened at this, nodding before leaning closer, your hands cupping his cheeks. It felt good to be the first to deepen the kiss, your tongue flicking over his lip as his mouth parted, allowing you to get a better taste. Then, without breaking the kiss, his hand began to move down again, his thumb finding your clit quickly, causing you to moan into the kiss. 

Your mind went blank with pleasure at the stimulation, his thumb rolling softly over your clit as his other fingers deftly traced the exterior of your sex, collecting the abundant moisture and spreading it over the entrance while you throbbed beneath his fingertips. You felt an almost painful burning feeling as his fingers moved faster, lips working in rhythm against your mouth; far better than any fantasy you'd felt before.

Medic broke the kiss, "Do you want me to use my mouth? Are you ready for that?"

Without waiting, you nodded, "Please! It feels so good- please, please don't stop!"

"Just wait another moment- need to make sure you're ready," Medic spoke in a sweet, gentle voice, so sickeningly sweet you could practically feel your heartthrob. He pushed two fingers inside, and you couldn't help but buck forwards at the contact. Making Medic hum in satisfaction at your reaction. You could vaguely hear him chiding you for your impatience, but you were beyond caring at this point, and when you felt him tracing painfully slow little circles around your entrance, you whined out loud in annoyance.

"Will you stop teasing already and get on with it- Fuck!"

Medic looked genuinely shocked momentarily at how bold you were, but it didn't deter him. Instead, without waiting for another moment, he dove his face between your legs as you unconsciously spread your legs further for him, leaning back against Heavy for support, arching your back, feeling his hands on your shoulders to keep you steady; it wasn't long until you felt Medic's hands just above your knees, his breath fanning against your pussy.

But far be it from Medic to let you off so quickly, and you groaned out loud as you felt his tongue moving, intentionally moving up and around your clit, but refusing to make contact. You were dangerously close to digging your fingernails directly into Heavy's thighs. But you forced yourself to move one hand to the top of Medic's head, your fingers clutching his hair, trying to guide him into place while you ground against his face. When you finally felt his lips connecting with your clit you were practically sobbing with bliss, the feeling intensifying as he began to suckle against the swollen bundle of nerves. 

"More, more- Oh God, please- More!" You were getting louder than you intended, but fortunately, the radio likely kept anyone from overhearing any of this, but you only got louder as he began to suck harder. His tongue lapped upwards, swirling against your clit, as he moaned into you, swallowing as much as he could. You felt feral. Like you were burning hot on the inside, but Medic kept tempo without issue. Finally, you could feel your climax coming on, rolling your hips even harder, unintentionally pulling his hair just as fiercely. Still, if he was bothered by this, he didn't say anything, slurping contently as you finally felt the end coming on. And you trembled, feeling your body awash in ecstasy as you succumbed to the blinding pleasure between your legs.

It was an embarrassingly long time until you managed to catch your breath, the gap in experience between you and them becoming painfully obvious once again. Your throat felt so dry and scratchy from your heavy breathing and moaning, much like a scorched throat from pushing yourself in physical training. Though other than that, you were in a situation unlike any you'd known before. Naked, slick with your own sweat, your mind still tipsy and unstable from your orgasm. 

You could feel Heavy's hand petting at your hair from behind, and you couldn't help but swoon, feeling so supported and intimate with him after such a perverse moment. "You look so pretty when you come." There was an edge in his voice, and you thought he was indirectly asking if you wanted to go again, but you were too tired, too used up to think about doing this all over again. You didn't know how to respond; thankfully, Medic spoke first.

"It would be a shame if we kept this a 'one-time-thing,' wouldn't you agree?" And you felt your headrush, this evening felt too good to be true, nothing less than a dream come to life, but the promise of more was all the better. Nodding, you focused your gaze on Medic as he moved from between your legs; you responded, "So long as it's ok with you, I'd never want to come between things-"

 You felt like a rag doll, limp and being pulled lifelessly by the other two, Medic facing you, arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. "Don't worry about it; you're the one with much more to learn here." You felt Heavy's enormous arm pull the both of you tighter into his chest. And at this moment, sandwiched between the warm bodies of two men you cared more about than anyone else in the world, you prayed the night would never end. 

[doudouma]

Hello there! I hope it’s not a bother, but may i request Douma x Fem!reader? (Headcanons) Basically, the reader meets Douma and instead of treating him like a god figure/begging him for paradise/only caring about her own problems she instead is concerned since he’s literally listening to other people’s burdens ALL day long and grows worried for his mental health? She offers genuine kindness, expecting nothing in return! This surprises/confuses Douma because people either don’t like him or only view him as an object to trauma dump on. (I personally believe Douma is just as broken as the other demons. Everyone overlooks his trauma TBH.) The reader just genuinely cares about him as a friend and whenever she finds out he’s a demon she just accepts him for who he is and doesn’t run away like how Kotoha did. Then maybe that’s when Douma begins to fall for the reader?

Haha, sorry this request is so long. I just love pure fluff and Douma angst in general! (Btw i adore your blog! It’s very adorable and i enjoy reading your headcanons during my breaks. I hope you’re doing alright!)

“a second chance at love”

douma with a fem!reader who genuinely cares about his mental health!

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◆ greetings, dearest! thank you so much for requesting, and your kind compliment ! i put in so much effort into my blog, and i’m happy my aesthetic has not gone unnoticed〜! i hope you enjoy! I’m glad i can occupy your time on your breaks! I’m doing alright, also♡

there are no warnings, my dear lotus.

reader is implied female.❀ 〜

a/n : i find this request rather cute! definitely poor doumas trauma is overlooked.. if you notice, muzan only chooses vulnerable people to become his servants. why would douma be any different? it’s very heartbreaking, my lovely lotus. douma is one of my favorites…〜

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okay, before i get started, just look at how cute douma is in the gif〜!! his little smile! he’s so tiny! so cute! a sweetheart! absolutely a baby!

when douma first sees you, he sees you no different from his other followers: lovely, but here to vent.

however, when you appeared and you two settled in, douma asked if anything was concerning you.

you said no, and decided to ask HIM if he’s okay!

you know, with listening to others problems and not really getting his own feelings out himself. being trauma dumped onto. not having anyone to talk to.

whats going on? nobody asks about him?

“hehe, my, my! what are you up to, dear? i promise to help guide you to paradise〜 cmon, cmon, talk to me〜”

did he just disregard your questions?! yes, yes he did. the poor boy is confused, but not surprised.

maybe he’s met someone like you before, but it meant nothing to him. couldn’t even recall their name〜

you keep questioning him and eventually he just kindly lets you go, mostly out of the state of confusion.

certainly he’d after he’d finish up with all of his followers, he’d be thinking about you!

why did you care? concerned for his well-being? nobody cares about him, right? not even the uppermoons or muzan!

the next time you visit his cult, you bring him a pretty bowl of edible arrangements! little do you know right now he can’t eat it..

you tell him that he’s just as important as anyone else would be! you also tell him that he can vent out to you, and you’ll be his little personal friend〜♡ how cute!

he would let out that cute little “..hm?..” he does〜

douma is left being confused, but intrigued. and he takes your arrangements♡

mostly questioning on why you’re here. why don’t you have anything to vent about? here for some other sort of service? to socialize?

typically, douma would have counted your days and would’ve eaten you〜

but, he hasn’t? he likes the feeling of being able to cling to someone. but clinging to them isn’t the right term he wants to use.

“dearest, you know, i really enjoy your company, and whatever idea you have going on〜! not many chances like this where i have normal conversations〜”

what idea?! you’re trying to comfort him?!

there’s a possible chance douma would just think you’re pretending. just like him♡

but the way you gently reassure him that his feelings are valid, smile at him, bring him gifts, and sometimes even just sitting next to him..

..tells him that maybe you’re not pretending? he’s very intelligent after all〜

he would be confused on what to feel, and if he should even feel anything at all?!

this next time you visit him, you catch a glimpse of what’s going on in the room you pass by. close the door all the way next time, douma!

with only seeing him sitting on the floor with his back facing you, and a few blood piles, you can pretty much guess only one of two things:

he’s injured〜

the man had devoured someone〜

if anything, you’re more-so confused on how did anyone else not see

later on when he invites you in, you ask him about what you saw.

“ahh! my lovely lotus〜 don’t tell anyone about what you saw, okay? the blood wasn’t mine, im unharmed. perhaps i’m not human, my dear〜”

bingoooo!!!!

for one reason or another, it doesn’t phase you, and you still wish to continue being his friend, and you stay with him♡〜

he would just sit there with his rainbow eyes filled with life, and ask you are you sure. when you say yes, he would clap his hands together with a bright smile and a single word, “lovely!”

now he’s grown more attached to you. but still, clingy isn’t the right word to use.

we all know douma has troubles with emotions, so he would ask one of the uppermoons on what’s he’s feeling.

he would ask daki, because she works at the house and deals with all types of emotions. her response:

“… don’t tell me you’re in ‘love’ with somebody? gross.”

of course, he would be puzzled by his profound new “love”, but he would be willing to give it a try〜

he spends the rest of his time painting you, collecting flowers and little desserts for you.

and when he sees you, he gives them to you, along with a few compliments!

although douma claims he’s already in love with you, it’s more so of a crush for now♡

hmm… i feel like douma would fall in love in stages?

with that being said,

he wouldn’t completely fall in love with you until enough time as passed where he can believe you won’t abandon him.

even then, he would still sometimes be in denial, since he went decades without love or emotions.

it’ll take him some time, but he’ll get it!

from here and on, he would often give you kisses and thank you for always being so kind to him!

never had he ever thought someone would care for him.

but not only did you tell him wrong, but you showed him wrong as well〜

for eternity, douma will always love and cherish you..

..as long as it’s reciprocated by the one who showed him it all, you♡

“my lovely lotus, you’ve been such a great follower of mine, so loyal and sweet. however, for someone as unique as you, why don’t you be my other half instead? i’ve heard of soulmates before as well, wouldn’t that just be lovely〜?”

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ahh!! my apologies for getting this out so late, dearest〜 i hope this satisfy your douma needs, and it certainly did for me! no need to apologize for the “long request”, there’s no such thing〜♡

this were fun to write! thank you for your support and patience, my precious flowers❀〜

[deathbxnny]

oh, hmm, hi !! (＠＾◡＾) it's my first time asking for a request so i'm not sure how to do it right + english isn't my first language so ...haha, i'm sorry if there's some mistakes in my request !

can you do some hsr characters (dhjfjsksks but could you include sampo pls) with a doctor s/o? and s/o is like. a very caring and nice person who worries about their loved ones deeply! maybe a bit motherly, even. so yeah, doctor s/o with a soft, gentle and caring personality it is! (´▽`)

oh gosh i'm so worried i've made some spelling mistakes or something ...but i suppose i made my request at least understandable, haha !! have a good day and don't forget to stay hydrated, take your meds if it's needed !! meoww ♡ ～('▽^人)

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A/N: Hello, thank you so much for this super cute request! Your English is just fine and I understood everything perfectly, so please don't worry! Thank you, for your kind reminders too! I hope, that I was able to do this well!<33

Featured characters: Sampo, Gepard, Blade

Content: Established relationship, mentions of injuries or sickness, doctor reader, fluff sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread, so excuse me for any mistakes!))

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》Sampo Koski

He at first never went to you, whenever he got injured or sick. It was unclear, whether it was out of fear of disappointing you or him not wanting to be a burden. But he just never visited you for his issues. In fact, he attempted to hide his injuries from you at first, until you gently coaxed him into your arms for a check up.

The way you treated him so gently and kindly during your treatments, made him change his mind on hiding his injuries or sickness ever again. You were so soft with him, always reassuring him that everything will be alright and that you'll always take good care of him. It made him finally let his guard down and be vulnerable with you. Just you.

He'll maybe even let himself get injured on purpose, just so you can take care of him again. You always gently scold him for not being careful enough, but all he'll respond with is a dreamy grin.

You're also the only doctor he ever goes to after that, just because he loves you taking care of him so much. Besides, he gets to also visit and see you during it too, so it's a great way to spend time with you.

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》Gepard Landau

He immideatly goes to you, whenever he returns from the front lines, injured or not. He knows he can count on you taking care of whatever problems he has and comfort him after his long, hard work days.

Loves watching you whilst you treat him too, his heart warming at the sight of you worrying and doting on him. It makes him feel at peace and relaxed. Even if you scold him for not taking better care of himself out there. But he knows you understand him better than anyone else ever could, so he takes your scoldings to heart.

He hates worrying you and therefore makes sure to be much more precise and careful on the frontlines. He noticed, that it helped him out in his work as captain too with his soldiers.

Gepard is grateful for all the hard work you do and thanks you everyday for it. You may think, that there is no need for him to do so, but he believes that it's the bare minimum he can say for all the love you've given him.

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》Blade

You practically have to gently scold him everyday for the amount of injuries he gets, but it's ofcourse because you care for and love him so much. He usually waves your concerns off and let's you bandage him up with stubborn words, but he also secretly feels warm inside at your gentle affection.

You're the only doctor, or person for that matter, that he trust enough to help him. He wouldn't let anyone but you touch him and he'd rather suffer from his injuries, until he gets to you. You scold him for this too, but he doesn't care. If it's not you taking care of him, then he'd rather die.

He however also was too stubborn to come to you at first. He didn't want to appear weak and certainly not vulnerable. His pride and ego didn't allow him to go to you, even with his worst injuries. Until one day, you were so worried for him, that you cried.

He definitely went to you everytime after that, not wanting to upset you ever again in that way. While he will still grumpily complain that he's fine, seeing you smile in relief that he came to you, makes it all worth it.

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A/N: I hope this was okay! Thank you again for the cute request!<33

[tenabrye]

Could i get headcannons for vash with a reader who has ADHD please? Gets distracted often, but also hyper focuses on stuff, cant sit still, and super energetic, and a ray of sunshine?

Thank you very much 🙏🏻

I hope you enjoyed these. :D

Vash takes a while to realize you have ADHD. He thinks the symptoms are merely just how you are. He is the absolute last being to treat you any differently because of it. If someone pokes fun at you for it and makes you uncomfortable or feel any sort of way, he will kindly ask that they refrain from doing so.

If you get distracted, he gets distracted alongside you. Doesn't matter what it is. If it's caught your attention, then his will soon follow. He can see how often it occurs with you, but he only smiles as he watches your interest in whatever it is that has your attention at the moment.

He finds it adorable when you get hyper focused on something. Could be something you've read, saw, or dreamt about and he will sit there and listen to you all day and night with a smile on his face. He likes hearing about anything and everything you get hyper focused on.

If it's an action that either you or he did, which is mostly a feat that has occurred when fleeing from bounty hunters and the like, he will actually match your energy about it, especially if it's something you did.

Vash never has an issue with your inability to sit still at times, which is why he always suggests either taking a walk around town when you stay for a few days or exploring around the campsite when having to sleep in the desert or the vehicle. Will also play games that are considered childish with you to help with not being able to sit still. Hide-n-seek, tag--his absolute favorite and he lets you win almost always--and drawing in the sand.

He loves how energetic you are and can easily match it. Vash loves it when you get energetic like this, because he figures that means more can be done. Running, walking, exploring, or even chores if you're up for that. You're just his precious ray of sunshine and he just loves being in your company because of it.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Popping the question

Pairing | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Word count | 4.4K

Summary | Steve plans to propose to Bucky, but the closer he gets to popping the question, the more nervous he gets. When the time finally arrives, Steve finds out he has nothing to be worried about because it has been Bucky's dream to marry Steve for as long as he can remember, and he can't wait until that day arrives.

Prompt(s) | I1: ''I don't know if I'm worth all this'' | @stuckybingo

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (boyfriends), D/S dynamics (not 24/7, Soft Dom!Steve, Sub!Bucky), smut (top Steve, bottom Bucky, dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (both receiving), semi-public sex, anal sex, rimming, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), implied aftercare).

A/n | This fic is part of Stucky Bingo Round 5! I want to thank @jamesbuckybarnes1917 and @avengersfantasies for proofreading this one; I’m eternally grateful to you both! 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Bucky is away on a solo mission, which is the perfect time for Steve to ask Nat for help with a plan he's worked on for a few weeks.

''Nat? Can we talk in my office?'' he asks, and his heart starts beating faster, knowing he will admit his plan to someone. Now that he will say it out loud, it's suddenly becoming real, making him nervous.

''Yeah, coming!'' she says as she gets out of the chair she's sitting in, groaning due to her aching muscles from the last mission.

Steve had already gone to his office and kept pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do with the nerves building inside him.

''What's up, buttercup?'' Nat says, walking into his office. Worry immediately takes over as she sees him pacing like that, and the first thing she thinks is that Bucky might be hurt.

''Did something happen with Bucky?'' she asks straight out, and that's when Steve stops in his tracks, and he looks up at Nat with a very worried expression.

''God, I hope not. That's not what I wanted to talk about either,'' he says as he stands behind his desk, leaning on his hands and looking up at Nat through his eyelashes, thinking about the best way to tell her.

''What's going on, then? I assume you didn't call me in here to stare at me like that; I already get enough of that from Bucky,'' Nat jokes, and Steve calms down a little at her words, his shoulders becoming less tense.

''I need your help with something. And it would be best if you didn't tell a single soul what I'm about to tell you, but especially not Bucky,'' he emphasizes.

His cheeks turn red as he prepares to tell her his plans, but she gets impatient.

''Steve, tell me what's going on or-''

''I'm gonna propose to Bucky, and I need your help to prepare it,'' Steve tells her, not looking at her as he doesn't want to see her face when she makes fun of him. But she doesn't make fun of him; instead, she grins like a child getting a treat.

''Are you serious? That's amazing! Of course, I'm going to help you with that. You could have just asked me that without all the secrecy,'' she says, and Steve lets out a deep sigh he didn't even know he was holding in to begin with.

''Oh, thank god,'' he sighs as he falls back in his chair, the smile on his face giving away his relief at the situation. He's been worried all this time for nothing, but he knows this isn't all of it yet. He still has to ask Bucky.

A few days later, the pair is on their way to a jewelry store to pick out the perfect ring because Steve has zero knowledge of jewelry, so Nat kindly offers to go with him.

''Good afternoon; what can I help you two with?'' the lady behind the register asks, and with one look at her name tag, Steve sees her name is Grace. It suits her, he thinks to himself.

''I'm here to pick out an engagement ring; I'm planning on proposing to my boyfriend soon,'' he tells her, and her eyes shoot to Nat for a second, thinking the ring would be for her.

''I know, I wish he would propose to me too, but unfortunately, he's already off the market,'' Nat jokes and the lady smiles politely while she shows them to the section with men's rings.

''Well, is there anything specific you are looking for?'' she asks, and Steve looks over all the rings, and as beautiful as they are, none immediately stand out to him.

''What about this one?'' Nat says, and Steve walks over to her as she points to a black and gold band, which would match beautifully with Bucky's Vibranium arm.

''Can I see that one?'' Steve asks the lady, and as she opens the drawer, his heart starts beating out of his chest. Nat places her hand on his arm to calm him down, and he looks at her.

''Don't worry, he's gonna love whichever you choose,'' she assures him, and he knows Nat's right, but it's still an extensive choice, and he sure as hell doesn't want to make the wrong one.

''You're right, but it's not like I'm buying a box of cereal at the store or something, so I want it to be perfect,'' he sighs as he hands it back to the woman.

''Do you have any other black and gold engagement rings? Money isn't an issue, but I need it to be the right one,'' Steve says, and Grace nods, putting it back in the display case before walking over to the next one.

Steve follows closely behind, and his sight lands on a black and gold marbled ring, which catches his attention immediately.

''How about that one?'' he says, and she opens the drawer again, the rings sliding to her side of the counter before picking it up and showing it to Steve.

Nat softly gasps as she sees it, and she's thinking the same thing as Steve. This is the one.

After everything had been discussed and paid for, Grace put it in a black velvet box, giving it a luxurious look. Steve is practically skipping out of the store because part one of his plan is complete.

The box has been sitting in Steve's nightstand drawer for a few days now, and it's almost as if he thinks it will burn a hole in there. He's constantly on edge and nowhere near his proposal yet.

It's a good thing Bucky will come home today because Steve feels like he will jump out of his skin if he doesn't soon. He needs to have his boyfriend back and take out his sexual frustrations on him as well.

Since Bucky's been away for almost a month, it's been hard on both of them, and the second Bucky walked into the door, they were all over each other.

Clothes were left in a trail on the floor, and the two soldiers had made their way into the shower, their favorite activity to do together after coming home from a mission. This one was not meant to get each other clean, however.

Steve holds on tight to Bucky's hair as he thrusts his hips forward steadily, fucking the other man's throat so deep he's constantly gagging around his girth.

Bucky's fingers are squeezing tightly as he holds on to Steve's thighs, but he can never get enough of feeling his boyfriend filling up his mouth and throat so perfectly.

Steve looks down and lets out a deep groan when he nears his orgasm, his head falling back as Bucky hollows his cheeks, pulling back until he's just suckling on Steve's tip.

''Need you to cum in my mouth, Daddy,'' Bucky says before taking him in his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks and licking the underside of his cock, sending shivers down Steve's spine as his orgasm washes over him.

''F-fuck, gonna cum in that mouth of yours, feel so fucking good when you suck Daddy off like that,'' he grunts, and with a few more shallow thrusts, he cums, and Bucky swallows every last drop.

When Steve's done, Bucky stands back up and kisses Steve fiercely, letting his boyfriend taste himself on his tongue. He moans into Bucky's mouth while he wraps one of his hands around Bucky's rock-hard dick.

''I will make you feel good, Kitten. Don't you worry about a single thing,'' Steve whispers in Bucky's ear before sinking to his knees.

He looks up at Bucky with a hint of innocence in his eyes, but that doesn't last long as he leans down and takes his balls in his mouth, making the super soldier moan loudly.

''Holy fuck, keep doing that, feels so good, Daddy,'' he whines as he tries to get hold of something. Finally, his metal hand finds Steve's hair, and he can't help but tug on it a little bit when the pleasure almost becomes too much.

Steve's hand strokes Bucky's dick leisurely, just enough to keep him on edge and want more but insufficient to give him the pleasure he's seeking.

He tries to thrust his hips, but Steve immediately pulls off and moves his hand, leaving Bucky pouting and whining at losing his boyfriend's hand and mouth, which he needs the most.

''You have to learn to be patient, Kitten. I'll give you everything you want as long as you're patient. If you don't listen, I won't let you cum for a week,'' Steve says sternly, and Bucky nods.

''Words, Kitten,'' Steve orders, and Bucky immediately complies.

''Sorry, Daddy, I'll be a good Kitten for you,'' he says in a soft voice, and as a reward, Steve wraps his hand around Bucky's cock again, and he lets out an appreciative noise at the feeling of Steve's hand again.

This time Bucky does listen and gets rewarded with Steve sucking him off so good he sees stars as he cums, shooting his warm ropes of cum into Steve's mouth, who swallows every last drop.

''Such a good boy for me, Kitten. You did perfect for me, and now we'll shower together and let you relax after your mission, okay?'' Steve asks, and Bucky nods, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist.

''Love you so much, Daddy,'' Bucky whispers in Steve's neck, giving the other super soldier goosebumps in the spot where his warm breath hit his neck.

''I love you too, Kitten, don't ever forget that,'' Steve tells him, and his mind wanders to the box in his nightstand drawer again. Suddenly, he can't wait to pop the question.

That evening, Bucky and Steve are enjoying a simple evening together. They order take-out and eat it together as they talk about Bucky's mission, and now they're sitting on the couch together.

Bucky is sitting with his back against the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, with his feet resting on the coffee table. Steve has his laptop on his lap, his feet resting on Bucky's legs, and Bucky is rubbing his shin slowly.

Steve breaks the silence with a question Bucky didn't expect to hear him say honestly.

''Is there a vacation spot you've always wanted to visit? I need to take some vacation days since Tony constantly bugs me about taking more time off. Thought we'd go away somewhere for a week if you're up for it,'' he asks, and Bucky looks at Steve with a puzzled look.

''I don't know, I've never really thought about it...'' Bucky says, but it gets him to think, so Steve keeps looking at more romantic ways to propose while Bucky thinks about vacation destinations.

Bucky goes back to his book, but when he still hasn't flipped a page after 10 minutes of staring at it, Steve notices that he's deep in thought, so he nudges his boyfriend's leg with his foot.

''A penny for your thoughts?'' he says, and Bucky looks at him with a smile.

''I'm thinking about where I want to go with you; at some point, I want to visit the entire world with you by my side, of course, but it's hard to think of a place where I would want to go first since it's all so amazing,'' he says while thinking about possible places to visit.

''I leave it up to you; you name it, and we'll go there,'' Steve says reassuringly, and Bucky nods, grabbing his phone to look up vacation destinations.

After 30 minutes of scrolling and typing, Bucky finally knows where he might want to go.

''How about Italy? I keep seeing photos and ads about Lake Como, and it looks beautiful,'' he says as he shows Steve some of the photos he's found.

''If that's where you want to go, then we will go to Italy,'' Steve says, looking into accommodations and stuff there.

He found a beautiful villa, which might be way too much for two people, but he wants to splurge on this vacation to make it unforgettable.

''What do you think of this villa? It has a beautiful view over Lake Como, a private pool, and anything else we could wish for on vacation,'' Steve says, and Bucky looks at the photos.

''It's perfect,'' he says, and not long after, the villa is booked, and plane tickets are also booked not long after that. Their time off was approved, so all left to do was go there and have a wonderful time together.

''Want to watch a movie in bed?'' Bucky offers, and Steve gladly accepts, shutting his laptop and getting up, followed by Bucky, who just got a few snacks to eat during the movie.

About two months later, Bucky and Steve are having dinner in a small Italian restaurant, eating the best pasta they've ever had over small talk and a beautiful lake view.

What Bucky doesn't know, however, is that Steve has an engagement ring in his pocket that he is burning to get out of there. He wants to ask the question right now but must wait.

''Thank you for taking me here, Steve, but I must be honest,'' Bucky starts, and that's when Steve's heart almost bursts out of his chest. This is it, he thinks to himself. This is the end.

''I'm very appreciative of you taking me to Italy, showering me with nothing but love and amazing experiences here, but I don't know if I'm worth all this Steve,'' he says, his eyes not meeting Steve's.

''Bucky, can you please look at me?'' Steve asks, but when Bucky shakes his head as he blinks a few tears away, Steve places two fingers under his chin, lifting it to meet his gaze.

''You are worth everything in the world and more, Bucky. You did back when we grew up together, and you deserve this. You deserve to be loved and treated like the King you are because I love you. I have been for so long, and I can't wait to show you just how much for the rest of our lives,'' Steve says, quietly debating if he wants to propose now, but he decides against it. He's going to wait until they're back at the villa.

The rest of the dinner goes by in a blur as Steve realizes that the moment is coming closer and closer with every step they take as they walk back to the villa.

''Is everything okay? You seem a bit distracted tonight,'' Bucky says as he stops in the middle of the street, but Steve doesn't notice until Bucky suddenly pulls him back.

''W-what?'' he asks, and he looks at Bucky with a confused look; he didn't realize he was so far gone in his mind that even Bucky noticed something was happening.

''Everything's fine, I-I'm sorry. Shall we go to the villa?'' Steve asks with a small smile that doesn't convince Bucky, but he agrees. The rest of the walk is spent walking hand in hand and making small talk.

''I'm gonna go to the bathroom; I'll be right back for some cuddles, okay?'' Bucky says, and Steve nods, glad he doesn't have to devise an excuse to prepare the proposal.

The ring is still in his pocket, and all he has to do is light a few candles, which doesn't take long, and now the waiting game has started. Steve turns to the lake and looks up at the sky, silently asking his mom for all the help he can get now that he will ask the man he loves more than anyone to marry him.

When Bucky walks outside, he doesn't know what's going on, but he's worried when he sees Steve with his head down, leaning on the railing around the villa's yard.

''Steve?'' is all he asks as he looks around him at the candles that Steve lit all around them. His voice gets stuck in his throat as he feels what might be happening now.

Steve gets snapped out of his thoughts and looks at Bucky with a big smile as he walks over to him. When he's in front of Bucky, he softly grabs his face and pulls him in for a soft, sweet kiss.

''I love you so much,'' Steve says, but he doesn't allow Bucky to talk. If he doesn't tell him everything on his mind now, he's afraid he'll never do it.

So now the pair stands, Steve in a light-colored outfit, the complete opposite of Bucky's dark-colored outfit. The moon is illuminating the yard with an ethereal glow, and Steve grabs Bucky's hands and rubs his thumbs over his knuckles.

''Bucky, I am thankful to spend my life with you every day. We have found each other in this lifetime and will find each other in every lifetime after this one. The answer is always you when someone asks me what I'm thinking. Your funny jokes or sweet compliments, your soft hair or perfect lips, you are always on my mind, and I wouldn't want to have it any other way,'' Steve starts, and Bucky's suspicions are confirmed.

''When I look into your eyes, I see the reflection of the two of us and the life I hope we'll share for eternity. We've already been through hell and back, but we always found each other again, and I'm thankful for that,'' he says, trying to hold back his tears while Bucky is letting his flow freely right now.

''I know I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times more if that's what it takes for you to know how much I love you. I'll be with you to the end of the line, Bucky, and I hope you will be right there with me, by my side,'' Steve says, his hands now letting go of Bucky's, and his heart rate spikes up as he moves to his right pocket.

He holds the small box and inhales deeply before pulling it out, and he sinks on one knee. Bucky brings his hands to his face, covering the bottom half as he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, trying to understand what's happening.

Bucky hears that Steve opens the small box, and his eyes quickly open, and there it is. He never thought he would see the sight, but he will never forget it now that it's right before him.

''James Buchanan Barnes, I want to make a plan with you right here, right now. Ten years from tonight, I want to tell our children how I proposed to you and told you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, what do you say, will you marry me and tell them the story of the beginning of the rest of our lives?'' Steve asks, and Bucky can only nod, not trusting his voice to say anything right now.

''Y-yes, I'll marry you,'' Bucky says, and Steve quickly stands back up before crashing his lips onto those of his now fiancé. They both deepen the kiss immediately, wanting to be as close to each other as possible, but then Steve suddenly remembers he still needs to put the ring on Bucky's finger.

He pulls back with a big smile and grabs the ring out of the box before holding Bucky's hand, sliding it into place as it perfectly matches his Vibranium arm.

''I love you so much, Steve. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband,'' Bucky says before pulling his fiancé in for another kiss, and things quickly get heated.

Bucky is on his hands and knees, his cheek pressed against the couch cushions of the lounge set in the yard of their villa. He's completely naked, and Steve slowly opens his tight ring of muscle to fuck him into the couch later.

Steve's hands are spreading Bucky's ass cheeks apart, and his tongue keeps licking over his tight hole, working his tongue inside slowly so he won't hurt him. Bucky's mind is already fuzzy at the feeling of Steve's tongue, and they barely even start.

''Oh, Daddy,'' he moans as Steve's tongue slides in further this time, a sign that Bucky's relaxing more and more each time, but Steve has barely started working him open, so he backs up and grabs the bottle of lube he got earlier.

He coats his fingers in a generous amount and squirts some directly on Bucky's hole, too, and he gasps as the cold liquid hits his skin, which feels like it's on fire in the best possible way. A shiver crawls up his spine, but he feels so fucking good right now.

''I'm going to go slow, Kitten. I'm going to test your patience tonight, but if you listen to me like the good boy I know you are for Daddy, I will fuck you so deep and hard that you will still feel me deep inside you for the rest of our vacation,'' Steve says, and Bucky whimpers at those words.

Steve glides his fingers through the lube between Bucky's cheeks before rubbing soft and slow circles on his ring of muscle, placing small kisses on his cheeks and upper thighs until the tip of his finger slides in, and Bucky gasps.

''Hm, I wish you could see how well you're taking my finger right now, Kitten,'' Steve says, and Bucky's cock hangs neglected between his thighs, leaking precum onto the cushions from the anticipation that Steve is building up.

Bucky's balls also feel so full and heavy, and he can't wait to cum for his Daddy, but he needs patience. He knows he needs to be patient, but it's tricky when his Daddy makes him feel this good. Soft whimpers leave his lips each time Steve moves his finger further into him, whispering sweet words.

''You're doing so well for me, Kitten, taking my finger almost all the way. Can't wait to fill you up with my fingers and have you make a mess all over the couch when you cum for Daddy,'' Steve says, and Bucky thrusts his hips back involuntarily, which earns him a smack on his ass.

''Patience, Kitten. If you don't listen, I will not let you cum for the rest of our vacation, remember?'' Steve says sternly, and Bucky answers with a barely audible yes.

''What's that? Because Daddies can't hear it when their Kittens talk that soft,'' Steve taunts him, and this time, Bucky croaks out a louder yes in response.

''Good boy,'' Steve says, and the praise goes right to Bucky's cock, making him twitch in anticipation. The rest of Steve's fingers are worked into him quickly, and when he's up to four fingers, Steve picks up the pace, brushing over his prostate each time.

''D-Daddy, please! Need to cum!'' Bucky shouts as he feels his orgasm washing over him, and when Steve starts to stroke his rock-hard cok with his free hand, Bucky shoots his cum over the couch cushions in endless ropes. He's never cum this hard, and he can't help but feel so good right now.

''T-thank you, Daddy,'' he says with a raspy voice, and Steve rewards him with a few kisses on his ass cheeks before he pulls Bucky up to his chest, letting his hands glide over his sensitive nipples, earning himself a few soft whimpers and moans.

''What do you think, do you want Daddy to fuck this gaping hole of yours, huh? Does my good boy get his hole wrecked until he can't think of anything but how full he feels? Such a slut for Daddy's dick, aren't you?'' Steve asks, and Bucky nods in response. As long as Steve keeps talking to him like that, he wants all of it and more.

Steve was also naked, and his cock looked angry with the red color and precum dripping in a steady stream, so he pushed Bucky forward again, his chest and face now pressed against the cushions of the couch while Steve lined up with his gaping hole.

Before he slides in, Steve adds another generous amount of lube, and then he works himself slowly into Bucky, starting with the tip before moving further, inch by inch until he's buried to the hilt and Bucky has turned into a moaning mess.

''Look at how well you're taking me, Kitten. You look so fucking good with my dick in your ass; I want to be buried inside you forever,'' Steve groans, making Bucky float even further away in his mind, feeling nothing but Steve inside him as he starts moving at a slow yet steady pace.

''Oh, fuck, Daddy, right there, feels so fucking good,'' Bucky mumbles as Steve keeps hitting his sweet spot right against his prostate before he picks up the pace, and Bucky only screams louder as he nears another orgasm.

''Hm, tell everyone how good Daddy makes you feel, Kitten. Let everyone hear what a good slut you are as you fall apart on your Daddy's cock,'' Steve says, holding onto Bucky's hips as he snaps in faster with each thrust, chasing his orgasm, which isn't far anymore.

''Daddy, please! Please lemme cum on your cock,'' Bucky begs as he clenches around Steve to keep himself from cumming without permission.

''Almost there, Kitten, wanna cum with you,'' Steve says through gritted teeth, and after a few more thrusts, he permits Bucky to cum again right as he shoots his load deep inside Bucky while he rides both of them through their orgasms.

''Such a perfect Kitten for me, you listened so well tonight,'' Steve praises Bucky, and his cheeks get a pink tint as he takes it all in, enjoying every last bit of praise Steve gives him.

When Steve is soft again, he slowly pulls out of Bucky to not overwhelm him, and they take a nice relaxing bath together before cuddling up in bed, whispering sweet nothings to one another while they're still naked.

This was the perfect vacation for both of them, and neither would have wanted it any other way. It's just the two of them, just like in the 40s and when they got out of the ice. They will always have each other and be together until the end of the line.

[yourlocaltrashpandaa]

Headcanons for Itto x Isekai reader?(if you don't know what Isekai is it's the trope where the normal/modern person wakes up/teleports to a fantasy land)

(they/them reader if you can!)

-delulu anon

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Thanks for the request. Hope you enjoy! It’s female reader in mind yet not explicitly stated as such. Hope that’s okay 😅

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A Different World?

arataki itto x fem!isekai’d!reader

headcanons

fandom: genshin impact

can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

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Wait? You’re from another world?!

My boi was confused by that fact yet he was fascinated by it and he asked tons of questions and you try to answer him

When you first met the oni, you though he was cool though a bit loud but it’s not like it bothers you

Itto doesn’t get your slang words as well as your humor (very gen z humor and slang words) yet he’s adopted some of the words you say

He thinks you’re clothing is strange yet he has compliments for days

“You look so cool today, Y/n!”

Itto introduces you to his gang, they were all just as fascinated with you as their boss

Besties with Kuki is a must, mostly because the two are the ones to keep Itto out of trouble

And kuki has realized that with you around Itto hasn’t been getting himself into trouble, she thanks you for that

He teaches you about Onikabuto battling; you can beat him ever time which he has say that it’s just beginner’s luck and he’ll beat you next uh spoiler alert; he doesn’t

Being from another world you often got homesick and you’d always tell itto about it, he’s always there to comfort you

You always wished to go home someday, but at the back of your mind, you’d miss Itto too much. He treated you kindly and was always willing to lead a hand, his gang too yet you still conflicted

You tried to hide it yet Itto could tell there was something wrong, he was your friend, your bro, he knew you probably missed home

“What’s wrong, Y/n? Miss home?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to leave either.”

“Why?”

“Because of you, Itto.”

He was shocked at your words, you missed home yet you wanted to stay because of him. He flushed a bit at that

“I don’t mind if you stay. Me and gang would love that. Me especially.”

“Really?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely! The One and Oni Arataki Itto would love for you to stay.”

You hugged him for the first time that day. Stay with Itto felt right

[someone1348]

idk if req are open so ignore this is they are lol

💌🥂; i need more of ler! turtle boys x lee! reader content becuz i can't get them out of my head!! if you could, may you write a oneshot, or written in headcanons, where the readers been all moody and sassing towards the boys and they decide to put them in their place???

tysm and enjoy your day/night !!

(this photo thou 💖)

Heyyo! Of course I can do this! Honestly the world needs more Ler!Turtles and Lee!Reader lol!!

Requests are always open until I say otherwise so thank you for asking!

I hope you enjoy J! And I hope you feel better soon my friend! :]

People in this: Ler!Turtles x Lee!Gn!Reader (established relationship!)

Key: (n/n) = nickname

(And that photo is incredible! 💖)

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Leo!:

You woke up in a mischievous mood this morning. You decided that it would be a great idea to challenge your boyfriend to a secret sass war! You with the full intention of winning this made up competition had been on a roll today! Leo was starting to catch on but he just couldn't place his finger on what exactly was going on. All he knew was that you have been sassing him allll day long and that you needed to be stopped!

"Darlin' can you pass me the remote please"

"You've got two legs you can do it yourself, can't you champion?~" you smirked watching his face turn sour as he glared at you for a little bit

'Another point for me' you said in your head as he crossed his arms; the sour look he once gave you slowly formed into a smirk before he spoke again,

"You know what you're so right (n/n)! I have two legs and six didgets that are going to do their job, walk over to my amazing partner and tickle the crap out of them!" He giggled before pouncing onto you, using one hand to hold your hands above your head and the other to wiggle his fingers teasingly at you

Your pleads went in one ear and out the other with Leo as his smirk grew

"Any last words?~"

"Ihihim sohohorry!"

"You're forgiven!" He giggled with a wink before he blew a raspberry into your stomach nuzzling his head further to make it tickle more, enjoying your reactions

"Tickle Tickle Tickleee~ awww what's wrong sass master, cat got your tounge hmm?~ I thought you were the sass champion, what happeneddd? Now your sittin' here all giggly and adorable; is that a blush I see, aww how sweet, I got you giggles~"

"LEHEHEO!"

He smirked teasing you while he moved from tickle spot to tickle spot leaving no spot untickled before he moved to your worst spot,

"Awww what's wrong cutie, Ticklish?~" Leo's smirk grew as he continued, enjoying every little sound, laugh and reaction that you made to his tickling, he was proud and he was gonna soak in every minute of it that he got!

He eventually slowed down to a stop, rubbing away the ghost tickles before placing a swift and gentle kiss to your nose as he winked at you and said

"I win~"

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Donnie!:

"Dove, may you please pass me my notebook?" He gave you a soft smile as he turned to you with his hand out ready for the notebook he so kindly asked you for about a millisecond ago,

"I don't know cann I?" You joked with a sassy tone of voice as his face shifted and changed into the same disappointed look he gives Leo whenever he makes a pun

"Have you been spending too much time with Nardo again love?" He giggled a little with his eyebrow raised not actually mad at you as you stuck your tounge out at him

"What has gotten into you darling?" He lowered his hand with question as he studied your every move

"I Don't know maybeeee D you can just get it yourself hmm? Ever think of that?~"

He was not impressed

"Oookay that's how you want to play huh dove?~ We will see who gets the last laugh!" He smirked using two of his robot arms that came with his battle shell to pin you to the nearest wall while he smirked slowly walking in your direction

"Someone's been very sassy today, you wanna act like Leo dove? fine then you'll get treated like Leo~" His smirk grew as he wiggled his fingers teasingly at you enjoying the way your eyes widened at his actions

"Aww what's wrong? Is this not the outcome you were expecting?~" He teased as he let his playful side out more to you "your funeral sassy pants" he giggled jokingly before gently squeezing up and down the length of your sides

"So adorable, what a beautiful Melody~" he hummed as he spoke "up the octave a tad and it will be even more perfect!~" He teased before moving to your worst spot

"Much better" He laughed along with you leaving no inch of your tickle spot untickled as he scribbled, scratched, blew raspberries and nibbled all over, experimenting on what gave the best reactions

"DOHOHONNIE PLEAHAHAHASE I'M SOHOHORRY!"

He smiled, pleased with himself before stopping "Apology accepted giggles" He let you free rubbing away the ghost tickles, genuine smiles plastered on both of your faces

Back to work it is then! And this time no sass,,, maybe!

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Raph!:

Raph has three younger brothers, one of them being Leo, he knows better than anyone how to deal with sass and moodiness!

He won't ever get aggressive with you though, he's gentle in his approach, his brothers are a different story! So when you were being moody and sassy all afternoon he finally decided enough was enough

He smiled as he took your hands in his gently speaking "Hey Honeyyy I've noticed your tone of voice and wanted to see if everything was okay" he was so kind it almost made you want to cry /pos but still your current mood just wouldn't let that happen

"Yeah I'm fine Raph I just happened to notice that it is 2:15 pm already and you haven't once asked to cuddle me or anything! You've been out all day!" You sighed with sass as he nodded scooping you directly up and into his arms spinning you around without any questions asked!

"That better (n/n)" he giggled as you pretended to think about it a little bit

"Hmm,,,nope!" You smirked putting emphasis on the 'p' before he smirked back

"Oh yeah?~ how about this?!" He teased before blowing a raspberry to your stomach enjoying the laughter that it caused

"I think this is much better!~" He teased some more while scribbling all over your tickle spots with a huge grin on his face

"Maybe this will fix your sassiness!" He giggled as he continued eventually moving to your worst spot as he used every method in the books to get the most reactions out of you as possible, and trust me! Ask any one of his brothers, that snaggletooth is a deadly weapon in a tickle fight

"RAHAHAPH OKAHAHAY I GIHIHIVE!"

He giggled as he stopped, rubbing away the ghost tickles while he held you close

"You have my attention all the time now and forever okay Sunshine?"

"Yes!" You both giggled in celebration as the rest of the day was spent together just You and him, it was perfect!

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Mikey!:

The two of you were working on your shared minecraft world together and it was getting a little frustrating for the both of you.

He wanted one thing, you wanted another and it turned into one big back and forth between you two, no one was actually mad at anyone of course, at the end of the day it's a video game and you could always go back later and fix things yourself but still! Regardless it was never ending!

"I have to build it first" Mikey said calmly as he put his stuff away in a chest while you pouted

"I know that's why I'm WaiTing!" You emphasized the 't' with sass as he slowly placed his computer to the side and faced you with his hands on his hips

"Don't you sass me!" He said sternly, fully prepared to go all Doctor Delicate Touch on you if necessary

"I can sass you all I want thank you very much!" You sassed him back again jokingly before sticking out your tounge at him

He giggled evilly as he smirked at you "you wanna go baby, oh it's on!" He teased before pouncing onto you using one hand to hold your hands above your head

"You picked the wrong turtle to sass with (n/n)~ Tickle Tickle Tickleee awww Tickletickletickletickle!" He teased as he scribbled up and down the length of your sides before getting all of your tickle spots with perfect aim leaving no spot untickled!

"Can't sass back now can you! To busy giggling and being adorable to do that!" He laughed along with you before moving to your worst spot enjoying your laughter and everything that came along with it!

"MIHIHIKEHEHEY! OKAHAY IHIM SOHOHORRY!"

"Apology accepted cutie pie!" He teased with a giggle as he booped your nose and rubbed away the ghost tickles

"Lehets stop the game for today"

"That sounds like a perfect plan"

he smiled brightly as he agreed with you, cuddling you for the rest of the day and making the most out of every moment!

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I love making these so much! I hope you all enjoyedd! And I hope you have a great day in general! I could not be more proud of you and you're amazing and we all love you very much! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member letting her protective unnies and Aespa's Winter (gf) meet

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys lol! Sry for taking so long to post but the end of the semester is a whole event for me :D I hope that my friend Thira2 that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I notice you did a request where y/n is dating winter aespa. Can you this time do where y/n brings winter to meet the members and they all gave her a warning ( especially the j-line) if she breaks y/n heart. Thank you ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N's heart was pounding with nervous excitement as she approached the door to the TWICE dorm. She couldn't believe that today was the day she was finally going to introduce her girlfriend, Winter from Aespa, to her fellow TWICE members. She knew her unnies were protective, especially the J-line (Momo, Sana, and Mina) (A/N: Listen to their songs, it's awesome!) who had always treated her like a little sister. But she hoped they would see how happy Winter made her and give her a chance. With a deep breath, the maknae knocked on the door, and it swung open moments later, revealing Nayeon with her bright smile. 

Nayeon - Baby! Come on in!

The youngest entered the dorm, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. 

Y/N - Thanks, Nayeon unnie.

As they walked further into the dorm, they were met with curious glances from the other girls, who were all sitting in the living room. Winter stood close to the younger girl, her hand intertwined with Y/N's, showing her support.

Y/N - Hey, everyone. This is Winter, my girlfriend.

Chaeyoung was the first to speak up, her eyes wide with surprise. 

Chaeyoung - Wow, bro, she's stunning! You never told us you were dating someone.

Y/N chuckled nervously as she scratched her neck. 

Y/N - I wanted to surprise you all (nah- not really lol).

Winter smiled warmly, feeling the tension in the room. 

Winter - It's nice to meet all of you. Y/N has told me so much about each one of you.

Jihyo as the leader and mother number 1, smiled kindly to the other girl. 

Jihyo - We're glad to finally meet you, Winter. Our angel means a lot to us, so we hope you'll take good care of her.

Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged knowing glances, and TWICE's sunshine couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew the J-line could be overprotective, but this felt like an interrogation waiting to happen. 

Dahyun patted the spot next to her on the couch, gesturing for Winter to sit. 

Dahyun - Come, sit next to me. We want to get to know you better (R.I.P that girl ayee~ jk lol).

As Winter sat down, the J-line seemed to take their positions, forming a semi-circle around her. Y/N could feel the intensity of their gazes, and she was almost certain that they were trying to intimidate Winter.

Momo - So, Winter, tell us about yourself. How did you and our babygirl meet?

Winter took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure despite the intimidating atmosphere. 

Winter - We met at a music show a few months ago. We got to know each other better over time, and our feelings for each other grew stronger.

Sana leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Winter. 

Sana - How serious are you about Y/N?

Winter didn't hesitate in her response. 

Winter - I'm very serious about her. She means the world to me, and I care deeply for her.

Mina's turn came next, and she spoke softly but straightforwardly. 

Mina - What are your intentions with our kid? Are you just dating her for fun, or do you see a future together?

Winter answered honestly. 

Winter - I can see a future with Y/N. We've talked about our dreams and aspirations, and we're both supportive of each other's goals. I want to be there for her in any way I can.

The maknae felt both touched and embarrassed by Winter's words. She hadn't expected the J-line to grill her girlfriend like this, but she appreciated Winter's sincerity.

Nayeon tried to lighten the mood a bit (cause it's Nayeon guys lmao). 

Nayeon - Winter, do you know how clumsy this girl can be? Are you prepared to deal with her random spills and little accidents?

Winter smiled, her eyes softening as she looked at her girlfriend. 

Winter - I know, and I think her clumsiness is adorable. I'll be there to help clean up the spills and take care of her whenever she needs me.

As the questions continued, Winter answered each one with grace and patience. Y/N could see that Winter was doing her best to be respectful and reassuring, even though the situation felt tense.

Jeongyeon, mama 3, who had been quiet during most of the questioning, finally spoke up. 

Jeongyeon - Winter, if you ever hurt our child, you'll have us to answer to.

Winter smiled warmly. 

Winter - I would never do anything to hurt Y/N. She's the most important person in my life, and I want to make her happy.

Sana leaned forward, her eyes softening. 

Sana - We just want to protect our angel because she's like family to us. We've seen her go through tough times, and we don't want to see her hurt again.

Winter nodded understandingly. 

Winter - I promise you all that I will do my best to make your youngest happy and never cause her any pain. I want to be someone she can lean on and trust.

The intensity in the room finally began to ease, and the maknae felt relieved that Winter had handled the situation so well. The other members seemed to be more at ease too, with some of them even smiling at Winter.

Chaeyoung patted Winter's shoulder. 

Chaeyoung - You seem like a genuine person, Winter. We hope to get to know you better and see you make my little sister happy.

Winter replied gratefully. 

Winter - Thank you. I look forward to getting to know all of you too.

Jihyo had a motherly smile as she spoke. 

Jihyo - Let's all have dinner together and spend some time getting to know one another better.

The tension melted away as the members welcomed Winter into their circle, and the rest of the evening was filled with laughter and stories. Y/N felt incredibly grateful for her supportive unnies and how they had accepted Winter into their lives. As the night came to a close, she walked Winter to the door.

Y/N - I'm sorry about the interrogation back there, babe.

Winter chuckled softly, giving her girl's hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Winter - It's okay, love. I understand why they were protective. I would be too if I were in their position.

Y/N - They really care about me, but I'm glad they gave you a chance.

Winter - I'm glad too. They seem like wonderful people, just like you.

Y/N blushed at the compliment, feeling a surge of love for Winter. 

Y/N - You're pretty wonderful yourself, honey.

As they shared a sweet moment together, Y/N knew that she had made the right decision in introducing Winter to her TWICE family. The overprotective unnies might have been intimidating, but their love and concern for her were evident. And as she looked into Winter's eyes, she knew that she had found someone special, someone who would cherish her and make her heart soar. From that day forward, Winter became a cherished part of TWICE's maknae's life. But don't think that the J-line wasn't keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines, they were always ready to step in if needed. But as time went on, they saw just how genuine and caring Winter was, and they welcomed her fully into their family. And that made the unnies have a single thought:

We love our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[ghastlybin]

Can I request an angsty DC 8th member fic. I just need to read more 8th member au's and I love angst

Word, thank you for the request!!! Your wish is my command <3 =)) By the way, anyone else reading this, PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS FIRST! I BEG YOU.

Pairing: Dreamcatcher + 8th member! GN reader.

Word count: 2k

Genre/contents: Dreamcatcher’s 8th member! AU, Angst, heavy topics.

TW: Depictions of depression and anxiety. Kinda heavyish on imposter syndrome, insecurites, not feeling good enough, etc. The Y/N struggles with mental health and imposter syndrome, for short.

Note: I think I suck at being happy but I did attempt a happy-ish ending but I also didn’t want to be like “hey, depression. Now y/n is cured!1!1” Because that’s not how it works, sadly. But I at least tried to imply baby steps to managing the readers mental health better in the future rather than hold it all in kinda? I hope? Also the dialogue at the end that isn’t spoken by the Y/N is up to your interpretation. Could be any member you feel would say it or even your bias. Up to you. Anyways, enough stalling, thank you again, ily, and I hope you enjoy despite the topics depicted. (I really don’t know how else to word that- I am so sorry but yk what I mean though I hope lmao) I ALSO DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE if I do :(( I tried not to be offensive here.

Ignore the fact that I couldn’t find a gif lol goodnight/morning/afternoon it is currently 5am so I’m gonna dip but ily!!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, the idol life.

You worked hard for years and finally got to debut as the eighth member of Dreamcatcher, putting music out that you’ve worked years to be able to put out.

But this? The self-doubt, the imposter syndrome, your insecurities that are constantly being picked out and called out by critics and antis.

You were always in a constant battle with your own mind, each word playing on repeat as you began to pick yourself apart and wishing you worked just a little bit harder to be as perfect as your fellow members.

Every day, every comeback, every waking moment, you worked harder and harder to fit in with the girls.

No matter what you did, you still felt less than others.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You were supposed to be happy, enthusiastic, and in love with music— And you were.

You were happy. Happy you got to debut. Happy you were in a group full of wonderful women who were by your side every step of the way.

You were enthusiastic. Enthusiastic about performing. Enthusiastic about always putting in the most effort you could manage.

Of course, you were in love with music. Making music, singing, performing, and even producing it.

With each comeback, you recieved so much love from fans, dreamcatcher, and even staff, treating everyone kindly and respectfully and hoping they didn’t face the same feelings you felt deep inside.

But even with so much support, you still felt alone.

The loneliness was as intense as a monster that wanted nothing more than to eat away at your soul day by day.

And you would’ve let it, the pain inside debilitating your will to stay strong day by day.

You would’ve allowed yourself to drown completely, had it not been for your members there to keep your head above water and your passion for making music— Which was very much still there and still stronger than any demon eating away at you.

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Handong was the first to see through to your emotional pain. The existential dread of never being enough.

You were seated beside her at a restaurant during dinner with the girls after a successful show.

The shaking of your hands, your heart beating through your chest, each vein pulsating with each beat.

Did I mess up the show?

You remembered how your mind raced with questions that you know you’d never believe the answers to.

Did anyone cheer for me during my parts?

Handong could feel something was off about you. Maybe it was the way you smiled without any feeling behind it. Maybe you were shaking too much for it to just be post-performance adrenaline.

Whatever it was, she realized the pain you were in. How it wasn’t something you could slap a band-aid on and be done with.

She saw you cry that same night, the pent-up emotions you had kept hidden from your group.

You wanted to be like them. Perfect, cool, and an amazing performer. You wanted them to think you were perfect, cool, and just as amazing as they were.

Instead, you cried, wishing to wake up as the perfect idol.

You remembered how tight Handong held you, listening to your wordless cries for as long as you needed.

And it hurt more, with as much love and support you received, all it took was for one negative comment to twist your day upside down.

You hated the power that had over you. How it altered your mind for the worst.

And Handong held you tightly in her arms as you sobbed until you were numb and with no more tears left.

“How long has this been going on?”

Her voice was soothing to your ears. Words you never thought you’d hear.

Finally, you thought. Someone willing to listen.

And you told her everything. Every painful feeling and thought you had bottled inside of you for so long. You trust her, of course. And she trusts you, grateful that you felt safe enough to open up to her.

The wars you waged in your mind had come to a ceasefire, even if only temporarily.

-

Minji was the next of the girls to have noticed.

Only this time, you were on a walk together, enjoying the day off while the others had other plans.

It was at a time you felt the most at peace with yourself. You itched to practice and perfect your skills, but at the same time, it felt good to be able to unwind and not have to worry about anything eating you up.

Minji didn’t know certain questions caused you pain.

“What are your goals for this year?”

It was a simple question. Albeit, a question that took some thought, but was meant to be harmless. She was excited about the future of the group, being the leader.

But it gave you a nauseous chill that caused you to stop all movement, clenching your jaw in an attempt to stop the feeling from pouring out of you.

“What’s wrong?” Minji asked, shortly before you began to shake, becoming short of breath and lightheaded.

It wasn’t a spontaneous reaction that caused you to spiral. You did think about your answer.

I have to be perfect. I have to work harder. I can’t take a break or I will have to start all over again.

You were on your day off, alongside Minji.

I have to start all over again.

“Y/N? Talk to me, please. I want to help you.” Minji thought about her words, only then, did she realize the emotional pain you experienced that began to externalize physically.

I may never be good enough.

You yelped, holding your chest as your heart picked up at an unnatural speed.

I will never be good enough, will I?

You were hyperventilating, shaking violently, sweat collected on your palms, and the world around you spun out of control.

Am I dying?

Minji immediately cut the walk short and brought you to the dorms and out of the eye of the public.

At the dorm, after Minji consoled you out of your inconsolable state, you didn’t remember the walk back to the dorm. How Minji worried for you every step of the way, hoping— Praying that you wouldn’t hyperventilate yourself into passing out on the street.

Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, which you also had no recollection of. You were a swirling pit of your own negative thoughts.

-

Yoobin was the third to notice.

She noticed you had been more distant than usual the day after your most recent comeback. While the girls were celebrating and well prepared for the promotion period, you had distanced yourself, picturing the ridiculing comments already, even as an endless sea of encouraging and adoring comments poured in, you could only seem to focus on the few negative ones.

Though the positive outweighed the negative, it was still enough to drown you and that was all it took.

“I’m fine.” A common excuse used by people bottling their feelings to avoid those around them from worrying.

Nothing is wrong with me.

I am perfectly fine.

I am perfect.

I am far from fine.

It was crazy how the weather seemed to align with your feelings.

Clouds burst into droplets to downpours of rain when they got too full.

Crazy how accurate it was to how you would bottle your feelings up so full that they would burst at the seams when it got too much.

You were surrounded by the bottled-up feelings that the sky held. Each cloud representing a different fear, insecurity— Anything that ate away at you bit by bit.

The cold rain drenched you the longer you sat outside, letting it wash over you just enough to simulate drowning, but never enough to actually drown you.

“Hey! You’re going to catch a cold out here!” Yoobin had run toward you with an umbrella, holding it over you, blocking any more drops from touching you.

The thing was, you were already cold. Even inside the heated building, the icy numbness blankets you.

“Are you okay?” Yoobin asked. You both shared the umbrella, the rain pouring down. Only then, did she realize you were crying.

“When will it stop?” The question came out in a mutter that Yoobin had barely heard.

“The rain?” She asked with a shrug.

Only later, did she understand what you truly meant.

-

When Siyeon noticed your pain, she walked past the bathroom door in the dorm, hearing the sounds of your crying.

It worried her and she wondered why you were crying.

It was just a bad day and you wanted to be alone rather than cry in your room where any of the girls could walk in at any given moment.

Siyeon knocked on the door, unaware you intended to be left alone. Even then, you were crying and she cared about you.

She’d have knocked anyway, even if it meant getting snapped at.

But you didn’t snap at her, only ceasing your tears as you sat on the floor of the bathroom, wiping your tears.

“Are you crying? Is there someone I need to beat up for you?” Siyeon asked, acknowledging that the door was locked, and instead sat beside the door to speak to you.

You cracked a smile, small, yet enough to slightly ease the pain in your chest.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

But you weren’t. You were far from fine.

Why do I feel like this?

A question that may never be answered no matter how many answers it all pointed to.

“You don’t sound fine. Tell me about it. Was it someone? Or something?” Siyeon didn’t want to overstep your boundaries, but she knew something was off.

It wasn’t every day that you burst into tears inside the dorm’s bathroom.

When you didn’t answer— Lacking the words to sum up your feelings, Siyeon’s voice seeped through the door again.

“I will be here when you’re ready. Whether your reason for crying is tiny or catastrophic, if it’s something that makes you cry, it’s never silly if it’s hurting you, so please don’t feel silly.”

Siyeon sat on the other side of the door as you covered your mouth, begging yourself not to cry anymore.

Within a few minutes, you gathered the courage to open the door and talk to Siyeon, who listened and tried her best to reassure you.

Even though you were grateful and felt a lot better in the end, you still had a massive lump in your throat that would take a while to overcome.

You just worried that it would take an eternity.

-

It was one in the morning when Yoohyeon found you wide awake, yet exhausted at the same time, sitting on the steps outside.

At first, she thought you were crazy being outside this late at night, her reasoning for being up as well was originally to go and get a glass of water.

That’s when she noticed you outside through one of the windows, sitting and watching the stars in silence and alone with your thoughts.

It was something you had done relatively often, only this was the first time Yoohyeon caught you. She sat beside you, following your gaze toward the sky.

“You’re still awake?” You asked, never taking your eyes off the night sky.

“Got thirsty. What’s your excuse?” She yawned. You smiled, finally looking at her.

“I can’t sleep.”

“Hm… Do we snore too loud or-“ Yoohyeon meant it as a joke, but she stopped herself when she noticed the water accumulating in your eyes, yet hadn’t spilled out.

And thankfully for you, they never did.

“I haven’t been able to sleep for a while.” You confessed, a heavy, shaky breath leaving your lips. “It’s hard to sleep when my mind is constantly telling me to do better.”

Yoohyeon listened to every word you said, with sincerity and concern on her expression as you continued to pour your heart out.

It embarrassed you too, admitting to her how vulnerable you really were. You wanted to be strong.

Perfect. Cool. Amazing.

It hurt as your mind contradicted your wishes.

But she listened. She cared.

Yet, you still felt the pain all the same.

-

You continuously messed up the choreography, exhausted and shaking all over from hours of practicing one part of the dance for the group's comeback.

You previously got it right, every step. But today was different and you weren’t sure why when you had done it perfectly just the day before.

It frustrated you have perfection seemed to come and go whenever it saw fit. It frustrated you how perfection lead you on, only to sink you deeper into the hole you felt stuck in.

Bora and Gahyeon stuck behind with you long after the other girls had left to take care of other obligations or simply just to return to the dorms.

Both girls remaining had opted to help you out, Bora spotting the steps you continuously missed or botched altogether, and took it slower, step by step as Gahyeon offered tips here and there— Which you took heed of, but for some reason, you just could not get the steps right.

How am I going to be perfect if I can’t get this down?

The thoughts came racing back again.

Gahyeon noticed your frustrations with yourself tearing away at you.

Then Bora noticed too when you stumbled backward and fell to the ground from the mental and physical exhaustion.

“Woah! Let’s take a break… Maybe pick up again tomorrow, what do you say?” Bora kneeled beside you, glancing at Gahyeon, who rushed to bring you a water bottle.

“Yes. We can go eat and call it a day.” Gahyeon agreed as you shakily held the bottle, drinking the refreshing water.

“I can’t. I’m not good enough for this.” You gripped the bottle as water sloshed out. On top of that, your voice cracked as the lump in your throat attempted to block your voice from leaving your throat.

“Where is this coming from? You are good enough. You’re more than enough!” Bora frowned, concerned.

Gahyeon took the liberty to hold your hand as you began to cry.

“I’m trying, I promise!” Your cries turned into sobs, the bottled-up emotions spilling out again since the previous time.

Over and over again, like a cloud, filling up until it bursts.

“I know you are. You’ve worked hard enough already. Let’s call it a night. Me, you, and Gahyeon- maybe the others if they are free- All of us go out to eat. You’ve more than earned it.” Bora attempted to soothe you as Gahyeon continued to hold onto your hand.

“And if you want, you can vent to me. I will listen.” Bora spoke with such sincerity that you cried harder.

“Me too. Whatever you need, I— We got you covered.” Gahyeon inputs, caressing the back of your hand with her thumb.

Putting your feelings into words was hard. You never knew where to start and sometimes it got jumbled, lost in translation, and incomprehensible.

And still, you tried. A weight simultaneously lifting off your shoulder while also weighing you down more.

The support you had received around you opened your eyes more and the loneliness you felt inside felt like an odd thing to feel, knowing you were surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.

-

You were anxious. It was the day of the comeback and you had listened to Bora and Gahyeon about picking back up the next day.

When the next day came, you were able to do the choreography again without any mistakes. Day after day, each practice before the promotion period, you nailed the dance flawlessly as a group and individually.

Your hands shook and your heart raced. All of this time chasing perfection, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t reached it yet.

“We’re next!” Gahyeon excitedly announced backstage as the group before you started to finish up their stage.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, fearing you would mess up or that your nerves would show through.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m fine… Thank you.”

A common excuse, but you actually began to mean it, even if slightly.

And you were fine. Every doubt you had, every worry, every thought, they were internal. No one else thought you were as flawed as you thought.

Nothing was wrong with you. You were perfect. You had a ton of support and love from family, friends, and fans who —In their eyes— Saw you as perfect.

You were just fine. You were cool. You were amazing.

You weren’t perfect.

You were perfectly imperfect. Everyone was.

And that was okay.

Even in the hole you felt stuck in, pulling yourself out seemed like an actual possibility with the support system you had discovered that had been there all along, patiently by your side until you see yourself the way those around you did.

“Remember, you’ll do just fine. You always have.”

“Thank you. I won’t fail you!” You replied, adjusting your in-ear.

The girls fondly smiled at you, feeling a sense of pride toward you.

“You never have.”

You were cool, amazing, and your own kind of perfect, even if it will take some time for you to accept.

[gentle-traditionalism]

hello lovely, hope you’re having a nice day! do u have any tips for girls who are on the younger side (like 17 yrs old) who wanna be trad? I’ve been trying to look more into feminine living n etiquette rules and stuff, any stuff I should enhance further or do as well?

Hello! I have been having a lovely day, thank you. I do have a lot of advice that I’d give to younger trad girls, but I should clarify that to me, being trad is largely about values and goals - such as loving God, being feminine, and raising a strong, honourable family - rather than aesthetic, so my advice might lean more towards trad lifestyle tips rather than say, glow-up tips (though I do have a few of those) Here are some of my tips:

Put God first in your life. Read the Bible and pray daily, and always remember God’s love. Find a church that doesn’t sugar-coat things, but also isn’t all doom and gloom. Neither are beneficial for your long-term spiritual growth.

Make sure to love and take care of yourself. This doesn’t mean that you should be self-obsessed or vain, but it’s so important to treat yourself kindly. If you don’t love yourself you are likely to put up with other people mistreating you because you think you don’t deserve better, and you absolutely do.

Since tradblr has a major focus on being a wife, I’d give this advice; don’t stress about finding your husband right now. I know how annoying this can be to hear, but seventeen is very young. While I still feel much the same as I did when I was seventeen, I have had so many more experiences and grown as a person since then. As much as I wish I was married now, I’m still very glad that I didn’t marry when I was a teenager/very young adult, because I would have many regrets. If you already have a boyfriend who you want to marry someday, keep this in mind; don’t make any serious relationship decisions until you see how he acts around/treats his family. If you marry him, you’ll be his family and he’ll treat you the same way. On the same note, don’t make any commitments until you see him angry. This doesn’t mean that you should purposefully make him angry (please don’t do that) but you want to see how he controls his temper. At the end of the day, it really is best to wait until you are both older to make any commitments, especially since men tend to mature slower than women (please note; this does not mean you should seek out older men! Keep yourself safe). With that being said, you can absolutely plan and prepare for when you are older! So on that note...

Get a hope chest! It doesn’t have to be a fancy antique one; it could just be any old storage bucket. If you do have an antique one, make sure to inspect the latch - you don’t want one that could lock a child or anyone else inside. Fill it with things you want to fill your future home with, or things for your future children. This can help motivate you if you ever feel frustrated with waiting.

Eat healthy. There are hundreds of different diets out there, but eating doesn’t have to be anything complicated; just eat real food with real ingredients, and make sure you eat enough fruits, vegetables, and get lots of meat/protein. This is a good opportunity to practice cooking as well!

Save up as much money as you can. You’re more likely to be living at home now, so save while you don’t have as many bills to pay.

Don’t curse. Cursing makes you seem less intelligent, and it’s often mean-spirited. Swearing is also just not ladylike.

Practice cooking, baking, cleaning, learn an instrument (piano or violin are especially nice in my opinion) mending, knitting, decorating...any kind of traditionally feminine skill you are interested in, start practicing now. You want to start living your future dream life now as much as possible. Not only do you have more time to gain skills before you need them, but you also are able to determine if it’s really what you want or if you need to adjust your goals.

As for some beauty tips:

- Hair: Give yourself scalp massages, get a natural hairbrush (wood, boar bristle, etc) and brush your hair for 100 strokes every night, and then braid it or put it in a protective hairstyle before sleeping. Satin or silk pillowcases are also excellent. Do a hair mask once a week.

- Skin: Instead of focusing on covering up blemishes with makeup, focus on taking care of your skin! Drink lots of water, avoid touching your face, wash your face twice a day, and use a good moisturizer. Find out your skin type to figure out the best way to care for your skin.

- Teeth: Try oil pulling! It helps so much. Brush at least twice a day (not immediately after eating, though, as it can damage your enamel) and don’t brush too hard; you don’t want to damage your gums.

I’d also recommend finding a nice perfume/fragrance! I’ve avoided this until recently, as I’m very sensitive to fragrances and always got headaches. But I found that in my case, higher-quality perfumes don’t bother me, and so I’ve been wearing my signature perfume daily. Find a signature scent - for me, it’s peony. It makes you instantly recognizable when you walk into a room. You don’t want to wear too much of it, but having a nice perfume just makes me feel more feminine and happy, and I’ve been getting many compliments.

There’s more to be said, and it’s likely I’ve forgotten something, but I’ll leave it there for now. If you have any more questions, or if you want more specific advice on specific subjects, feel free to ask! I hope this was helpful to you in some way!

[wolveswithblackpearls]

Puppy Love <3

characters: Park Chanyeol, Kim Jongin, reader

word count: ~2000

warnings: brief mention of abandoned pets but they are safe and sound in the fic itself no worries, it's all the fluffiest fluff ^~^

a/n: Happy Holidays @galaxybambamm - whichever you celebrate - 'tis me, your secret santa (Admin S, @starchild--27) ^-^ ❄️✨

I hope you are well and that you have a good time for the last couple of days of the year (and hopefully also with the little scenario i came up with :D)

this is my gift for this year's EXO-L Secret Santa event, which was wonderfully hosted by @exols-silver-christmas. Thank you so much for your dedication and hard work, once again I had a really good time participating and I hope we'll see each other again for round 4 next year ♡

Happy holidays to everyone who reads this, I hope December treats you kindly and that the new year starts all smoothly 💕✨

~

If someone asked you what your favorite thing during the Christmas holidays was, you never had to think long and hard about it. Sure, spending time with your loved-ones, not having your boss breathing down your neck everyday and the magic of the snowy scenery were all aspects you greatly appreciated but there was one thing you loved most: having time for volunteering at the local animal shelter.

When you were still in school, helping out with going on walks, grocery runs or simply enjoying playtime with the cute pets were your most-beloved hobbies, but after graduation, life just got too busy, so you could only visit maybe once or twice a month. Like that, the days around Christmas and before New Year's have been reserved for the shelter ever since. 

You could hear the yipping, whining and high-pitched barking of the puppies from outside already as you approached the main entrance of the old building that housed the shelter, and the mere sound made your heart skip two or three beats. You couldn’t wait for the tiny creatures to finally nag on the seam of your pants, eager to play around with you or to receive affectionate caresses.

With your lips stretching into a content smile you gave the entrance door a firm tug so you could slip from the chilling cold of winter into the welcoming warmth of the hallway. Quickly you shed your jacket with its last reminders of the snow outside, hanging it on the rack that was already carrying three more jackets. You wanted it to dry at least a little before you would put it on again. 

You let your eyes wander through the hall. Most of the doors were closed, like the ones which hid nursing and play rooms for puppies, kitties and occasionally bunnies, as well as a small medical station for emergencies and minor injuries that didn’t require a vet right away. Only the doors that led to the office and storage rooms had been left open, probably in a hurry. The last time you’d visited the shelter, everyone was going crazy over a cat that went missing on the day it was supposed to be adopted - turned out someone had forgotten to close the doors for a short moment, one long enough for the cat to follow its curiosity over the threshold of the playroom only to be found asleep on a pile of documents in the rather messy office.

The sound of voices and the shuffle of steps from behind one of the closed doors shifted your attention away from your memories and towards the door which led to the great playroom where both puppies and kitties were running free to explore once they were old enough to do so safely. You didn’t quite understand how it was possible for you to smile even wider but the familiar sounds of a frustrated, very human whine and an infectious laugh somehow managed to have exactly that effect on you.

With fast steps you approached the door, pushing it open carefully so none of the animals could weasel its way out while you were entering. The scene that presented itself in front of you was equally familiar to you as everything else in the shelter: there was Chanyeol, a little ball of white-brown fur curled up in his lap, as he desperately tried and tragically failed to hide dog treats from a certain energetic, black toy poodle. And there was Jongin, who sat next to his friend, laughing at his misery while running gentle fingers through the light fur of two more puppies that had curled up on the younger’s legs. 

“Hey there, guys!” you greeted them happily, “And hello to you little ones too.” You crouched down to pet the small army of kittens that had assembled at your feet. A lot of them were still quite young, too young for being adopted and too young for you to know them from previous visits. 

“Hey there yourself- Okay, okay. Here, Toben. Take the treats, it’s pointless to train you when you refuse to listen” Chanyeol pouted at the poodle and resignedly let the dog have its way, sort of forgetting to finish greeting you but you didn’t mind at all - the two of you had been friends for a couple of years now after all, always trying to visit the shelter together since you’d discovered your mutual love for animals. You were used to Chanyeol’s antics, the way he’s been trying to get into Toben’s good graces since his family had adopted the dog a few years ago from the very shelter both of you were volunteering in your free time. Soon enough, Jongin had joined your trio with endless adoration for puppies and a natural knack for dealing with dogs of any age or breed. Jongin, who interrupted fondling the baby dogs in his lap to wave at you with a happy smile before he turned to Chanyeol with the words “You know, maybe he would listen better if you didn’t always reward his lack of obedience.” 

But his friend didn’t seem to want to see reason, only huffing loudly through his nose, expressing his frustration as he handed Jongin the box with treats, challenging him to try to get the playful poodle to listen. Of course, Toben lost interest in Chanyeol the moment he had handed the treats over, now jumping and running around Jongin, who held up a treat out of the small dog’s reach and said with a stern tone “Sit!”

Toben stopped in his wild racing and sat down immediately, wagging his tail in eager anticipation. 

“I hate this dog,” Chanyeol said dryly with no bite or seriousness in his voice, and tended to the napping fluffball in his lap instead.

Giggling at the scene that had just played out, you made your way to the center of the room where your two friends were sitting and joined them on the ground, only to instantly be jumped by Toben who was hoping to get himself yet another treat if he behaved cutely (or rudely) enough. Instead, you pulled out a squeaky toy you had grabbed from a box in the hallway and carefully tossed it a little further away from your group - you didn’t want to hit one of the babies but also thought Toben could entertain himself for a little while so you had the chance to catch up with Chanyeol and Jongin and the little puppies in their laps, that you hadn’t seen around before.

“And who might these little guys be?” you cooed as you watched one of the puppies on Jongin’s leg wake up from its slumber, yawning and stretching out its little paws in the sweetest of ways. 

“They came here, I think, two or three weeks ago. Three new puppies and their mom. Junmyeon said, someone found them abandoned at a rest area near the highway and brought them over. But they are recovering very well so far” Jongin explained calmly as he re-adjusted the now awake puppy, wanting to prevent it from falling off his leg. 

Maybe you should be more used to such stories - you’ve been working with rescue cases for a long time now after all - but hearing about abandoned pets, especially puppies and especially during the colder seasons, always had your stomach dropping, your heart breaking a little every time. You had never understood how people could just drop off their pets out in the cold if they didn’t want or couldn’t afford taking care of them anymore, why they couldn’t just bring them to a shelter - that’s where the animals would end up anyway. But there was no use in getting all too angry over that, you thought to yourself as you watched the ball of light brown fur slide down Jongin’s leg after all and waddle towards you in healthy curiosity. You were here to help caring for the innocent creatures now, supporting a place that was dedicated to find them a new home - that thought never failed to bring you comfort.

“I know, it’s sad but look at the bright side,” Jongin nudged you in the side, lifting your gaze from the puppy sniffing at your shoelaces, “Chanyeol is totally in love with the little one in his lap already.”

“Yeah, there is no way I am not adopting her myself,” Chanyeol chimed in upon hearing his name. “Time for a dog that actually loves me.” And as if he had understood exactly what Chanyeol had said, Toben suddenly let out an upset bark and started running laps around his owner, who couldn’t help the dumb-founded expression on his face. Jongin and you exchanged meaningful looks at the irony of the situation. Sometimes it was very hard to believe that it was actually impossible for Toben’s behavior to be as calculated as it seemed. 

The poodle’s shrill barking had woken up the two other puppies though, so the three of you decided that it was time to take out the little one’s for an outdoor playing session. Junmyeon, who managed the shelter over the holidays and was probably bored out of his mind sorting documents in the office, had already prepared three tiny harnesses for them, complete with soft cotton applications that would provide some protection from the cold for the little rascals. You picked up the puppy that had played with your shoes before, another little girl as Chanyeol informed you, to get her ready for the outing. 

“This little princess here,” Chanyeol scratched the puppy in his arm behind her ears, “is Zzar. You know, short for Mozart.” She snuggled even closer to him. It was so adorable you almost let out a puppy-like whining sound yourself. She really seemed to be especially fond of Chanyeol, the total opposite of Toben, who never missed an opportunity to tease your friend.

“The one you are handling right now doesn’t have an official name yet, but I've named her Brahms in my head,” Chanyeol explained as he watched you fastening the straps of the little harness, before he handed you one of the leashes. 

“Of course you did,” you laughed. It would have been more surprising if he didn’t continue with naming pets after composers.

“The third one is Debussy” Chanyeol finished off his naming process, sending a cheeky grin towards Jongin.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever call you that,” Jongin only half-whispered into his puppy’s ears, obviously with the intention of teasing Chanyeol who threw a fake punch in return - you couldn’t help chuckling at the typical habits and antics they displayed.

Something mischievous was flashing in Jongin’s eyes but before the situation could escalate into friendly but nonetheless petty bickering you loudly cleared your throat and gestured towards the scurrying puppies with a nod of your head.

“I think these babies can’t wait for their outdoor adventure time anymore,” you decided with feigned seriousness as all three puppies were leashed and more than ready to go, so the three of you grabbed your jackets and stepped into the cold air.

Everything felt so comfortably familiar as the three of you ventured outside, along the path that led to a small playground for dogs not far from the shelter. So it didn’t surprise you when Jongin dropped the box with the dog treats, the snacks scattering all over the ground. Or how Chanyeol told you with big eyes that he couldn’t tell you now what Christmas gifts he bought for his dogs because “it’s supposed to be a surprise - I can’t tell you right in front of them”. Or the way all three of you broke into a laughing fit when one of the puppies got a little too over-excited in its playfulness and stumbled over its tiny legs. 

That was how you knew, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, there were always things that would never ever change. ♡