#thanks for the ask bunbun!!!

[happi-tree]

🌈 🥤 🦇 🎨 📺

Bunbun!!! Hi, lovebird, hope you're doing well 💗💗💗

🌈 Everything about you slays 🥤 I’d like to have a deep talk at a fast food place with you 🦇 Here's a bat! 🎨 You are so creative 📺 I wanna come over and watch your shows with you

Tysm these are so sweet!!! We're driving out to your favorite fast food place and talking in the restaurant booth or maybe the car and then watching shows together until it's late :]c

-> Emoji ask game <-

[shaibonbon]

Bon bon is coming to bed with me

No, go away stranger.

[brainwashboy]

mpph bun really really likes pups who do that

See! Puppy is becoming very well trained ^^

[shy-little-gigglee-bun]

To those who haven't experienced buns ler......RUN RUN WHILE YOU CAN SHE WILL MAKE YOU GO THROUGH HELLLLLL

That is all! Have a good day!

Awww me~? Make a lee go through hell~?

That's a funny way of spelling "heaven," my dear~

[rosicheeks]

Here is my furry child Bunbun, she's very shaped 🥰

OMG THE BABYYYY 🥺

[chryzuree]

bunbun exuberantly came toward the edge of its cage in response.

Tris always thought the way Chrysi spoke sounded like music. Her own Chrysi-song, wrapped up in her lilting, amused undertones, her wicked laughs, her half-mumbled thoughts to herself. Sometimes, when he struggled to think of some new melody to write for a new album, he’d track down the old videos he had of them in high school, back when he’d push a camcorder in Chrysi’s face and annoy her into laughing.

His band mates could complain about his obsession with his high school ex all they wanted. It meant nothing when Tris managed to get them a place on the charts with it, and they all knew it.

[kenslilove]

hi hi new mootie <3 absolutely adore your theme, ITS SO CUTE (≧◡≦) ♡

for the self-ship ask : ❤️‍🔥, 😽 and 🥺 for you and eren! :3

Omg hello hello new mootie! 🥺💖 thank you so much sweetness! Your theme is also STUNNIN AND GORGEOUS <33 thank you for coming by the inbox <333

❤️‍🔥 how do our love languages differ?

Okai so, my main two love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, and the first one always throws eren off bc that man is not good with words. Not when it comes to feelings. He almost gets a lil overwhelmed with the amount of affirmation I give him :’))) it’s something he works on, but I think it’s never something that he’s fully going to be good at. He’s blunt about a lot of things, but his feelings aren’t it :’)) but for him, I think he’s big on acts of service. He shows how he feels through the things that he does, the dates he plans, the things he does for me, and that typically overwhelms me bc I’m like omg this is too much bb please 🥹 we both share physical touch though, we’ve always got a hand on one another, wether I’m holding his fingers or he’s got a hand in my pocket

😽 who likes PDA?

MEEEEEW <3333 much more than him. USKSKO I’m over the top with my PDA and sometimes he’s like babe, babe please— BUT!! When he’s drunk <333 we are disgusting USKSK :’)))

🥺 how long have you been together?

Methinks we met the last year of university. We met a party bc we were both in our finals and we’re sloppy drunks— :’)) So about a year and a half! <33 methinks we act like we’ve dating for longer tho cause we’re cozy with one another

Selfship ask game <33

[sakkiichi]

COVER ME IN SUNSHINE.

Ways in which your kid calls his dad. Will he get to hear a ‘papa’?

ft. Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Neuvillette x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff. Reader is referred to as ‘mama’, you and the character have a child. They’re all girl dads.

a birthday present for my dearest @bunny-rambles 🩵 i’m wishing you the best day today and always, hun ! ilysm, thank you for always being by my side. I hope we can celebrate many many more birthdays together, mwah <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ note: about this fic… i struggled quite a little with it, and i’m sorry it’s not my best piece… this was a totally new concept to write for me, but i still hope you can enjoy, bunbun, dear ♡

if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !

✧ SCARAMOUCHE

Wide indigo orbs meet his furrowed gaze.

Scaramouche is not amused.

Or at least that’s what he wants whoever sees him right now to believe. Namely, you.

Tiny hands cup the Wanderer’s cheeks, big eyes, so similar to his, staring up at him in wonder. The little girl in his arms squeezes his face, a pout forming on her father’s lips. Giggles erupt from her smiling lips, the corners of Scaramouche’s mouth unconsciously tilting upwards.

“You’re amused, huh?” Your husband asks, rocking the baby in his hold. She stares at him, her little arms flailing upward, giggling happily.

“Moochie!” She babbles, trying to stand on the wanderer’s knees, her hands reaching for his hat.

“Hey, hey, now!” Kunikuzushi pouts, securing his hat. “That is not a toy and I’m not Moochie…”

“Moochie!” His daughter repeats, poking his cheek.

He sighs.

“Not Moochie…” Scaramouche’s ears take on a rather rosy tone, especially when your giggles are not exactly inconspicuous, your attempt at keeping hidden just outside the living room, obviously half-assed.

“Pa-pa. Not Moochie.” He repeats, bopping his little one’s nose. “And here, play with this.” He offers, handing his baby a doll curiously identical to himself.

Your eyes soften from your spot when you observe the fond smile on your lover’s face. He might feign annoyance, but when it came to your baby, all the facade was scattered to the winds. Storm clouds and lightning seemed so far away when he was surrounded by the blue skies and birdsong that dawned with your daughter’s hand grabbing his finger.

“Pa..” The little one begins, lifting the doll, as if indicating that it indeed represents her father.

“Pa…” Your wanderer prompts, as he points to the cloth mini version of himself.

Then, the girl’s eyes focus somewhere beyond her dad, tiny hands wiggling and waving, the plush doll still in her grasp.

“Mama!” She exclaims, making to reach for you, trying to climb over the sofa’s backrest, where it not for your partner’s protective hold.

Finally stepping out from your hideout, you walk towards them.

Familiar warm arms wrap around the no longer broken puppet, as your precious baby rests between your two heartbeats. Yours, steady, undeniably human. His, bloomed anew, thanks to you; with a newfound tune, sweeter, gentler, thanks to his little one.

Scaramouche closes his eyes, lashes of now starlit midnights resting on his perfect cheekbones. His head leans on your shoulder, your lips feather-light on his dusky hair, as your hands gently lift his hat a bit.

Your girl grabs one of her father’s fingers once more, the handmade mini wanderer kept close to her chest.

Yes, storms were definitely over for days to come.

✧ ALBEDO

A tug on the leg of his pants and familiar unintelligible noises pull the alchemist out of his task.

Albedo’s features soften when he spots the cause of his distraction.

Putting the notebook he was currently scribbling on aside, he crouches down.

“And who do we have here?” The chalk prince asks, smoothing the golden locks on his baby’s small head.

“Mama?” She replies, her tiny hand pulling on her dad’s clothes.

The gesture is followed by one of Albedo’s gentle chuckles, eyes like northern stars on clear nights bright at the sight of his daughter.

“Mama’s not here now, little princess.” He explains, as he picks the baby up. “They will get home soon, though.” Your child stares at him as if unsatisfied with the answer, head slightly tilted to the side. “How about we have some fun in the meantime?”

Giggles that always reminded Albedo of sunshine days at dragonspine are the answer that follows.

Taking his little one’s two hands in his, the chief alchemist helps his daughter take a few trembling steps, the baby happily padding on the wooden floor.

“There we go, princess!” Your lover chuckles, sitting the girl securely on the beige couch. Teal eyes flecked in emerald follow your partner’s movements, as he rummages through your living room’s drawers.

A few seconds later, more incomprehensible joyful babbles follow, when he sits by your daughter’s side, his hands expertely setting the supplies he retrieved on the low table. She stares at him intently, her gaze drawn to the vibrant crayons cluttering the tabletop’s surface.

“What should we draw today, my princess?” Are Albedo’s words, as he hands his child a light blue pencil, its tip dulled so she can’t hurt herself.

“Snow!” She exclaims, her tiny feet kicking back and forth in excitement, eliciting chuckles from her dad.

“You want to paint snow, my little cecilia?” He asks, combing through her blonde strands. “Alright, how about we paint you, mama and papa building a snowman?”

“Yay!” Your baby reaches for the blank paper, wonder and excitement written all over her rounded features, her tongue sticking out the corner of her small mouth. She always loved to draw and paint, especially when it was with Albedo. And even if her pictures often ended up turning out as just criss-crossing lines or messy splotches, you and your husband always kept every single one of them, displayed as priceless masterpieces on the fridge’s door, the living room walls or your study.

After a few minutes of focused work, three figures start taking form over a background of messily drawn blue snowflakes.

“Look, dearie.” Albedo calls. “Who are these?”

His girl looks up at him, a huge smile on her face as she bites the pencil.

“Mama! Me! And Papa!” She answers proudly, pointing at each of the figures.

Albedo’s eyes widen, gilded sparks reflected in the cloudless skies of his irises at his daughter’s words.

Those last two syllables.

His own pencil falls out of his grasp, clattering to the carpeted floor. In this moment, nothing else exists, save for the jingling echo of his daughter’s angelic tone.

“Papa?” She asks, tugging on his sleeve.

Albedo picks the little girl up, rising her as she laughs, unaware.

“Can you say it again, little princess? ‘Papa’.”

“Papa! Papa!” Giggles leave her throat.

Softly, Albedo places a kiss on her kid’s forehead, hugging her as the both of them lay down on the sofa.

When you got home, silence greets you, broken only by even breaths. Smiling to yourself, you brush a kiss against your husband’s and your daughter’s hair, a new painting adorning the walls after you gently throw a blanket over the sleeping figures of your two treasures.

✧ XIAO

“Do you want to hold her, Xiao? She’s been looking at you for a while.” You chuckle, your gaze softened when it sets upon your yaksha.

Golden eyes, not unlike the child’s currently on your arms, shadow in fear and shame for a moment.

What if he hurts the baby? What if his karma taints her somehow? What if-

“Xiao.” Your hand finds his gloved one, centuries of bloodshed written in the concealed scars. “She’ll be okay.” You reassure, a gentle squeeze, as your fingers slot between his.

The adeptus glances in his daughter’s direction, her round amber eyes curiously observing him.

Your husband’s jaw sets, his lips drawn in a taut line. If someone were to look at him now, they may think he’s sulking, the furrow of his brow apparently an indication to steer clear.

You, however, know better.

“Here, I’m with you, love.” You softly utter, placing your daughter in her father’s arms.

The baby stares up at her dad in awe, her little hands fiddling with the necklace he always wears.

She’s so small… such a pure and precious being… will she be safe with him?

Just as these thoughts plague his mind, the girl curls up in his embrace, nuzzling against his toned torso.

“See? She adores you, Xiao…” You tell him, knuckles brushing against your baby’s soft full cheek. “Isn’t that right, sweetie?” She turns around, a smile drawing on her lips, as she buries herself further into Xiao, whose cheeks have gone as red as the carmine lining his eyes.

“H-hello, little qingxin…” Xiao greets her, awkwardly rubbing her back.

In response, his baby tilts her head slightly backwards, the molten suns in her stare illuminating her father’s rusted gold gaze.

“Papa!” She goes, a little clumsy, it sounding more like ‘dada’.

The vigilant yaksha’s eyes widen, his heart feeling like a million bright lanterns floating towards a starry sky.

“Xiao! She said ‘papa’! See? She loves you!” You excitedly chant, hugging your husband’s waist, as you pepper kisses all over his face. “You are her first word, dear, our baby adores her dad so much. I knew she would!” A smile tugs at your lips, lids fluttering closed as you rest your cheek on Xiao’s shoulder.

His hands hover around his daughter, his hold on her delicate, as if she was a newly bloomed flower whose petals could vanish if the wind blew too strongly.

“Papa…” The girl repeats, her chubby cheek squished against’s Xiao’s form. Her eyes are droopy, a little yawn escaping her as she settles more comfortably in her father’s embrace.

Your adeptus heaves out a sigh of relief, the warmth of a familiar fireplace swarming all around him, as if candid candle flames were running through his veins when the soft snores of his daughter reach his ears.

The conqueror of demons’ mask would be shed for tonight.

✧ CHILDE

Small hands are glued to the window’s glass panes, a pair of bright blue eyes staring awestruck at the image currently taking place in your garden.

Flashes of crystalline cyan flit across the air as Childe wields his double blades, merging them into a spear, his muscles taut at the effort.

The little girl’s tiny hands curl into fists, as she leans forward in anticipation, marine gaze following her father’s movements.

He reminds her of the illustrations she’s seen in the picture books Teucer has shown her before.

She must get closer.

Looking over her shoulder, your daughter makes sure you’re busy with something in the kitchen.

Her plan can be put into action now.

Crawling towards the door on all fours, she realizes she’s nowhere near tall enough to reach the handle.

Oh, but she takes after you, and will not be deterred by something like this.

Silently, the baby makes her way towards the dog you took in. He’s big and fluffy and very peaceful, often keeping company to the little girl. With a gentle pat to his side, she looks up at him with those big blue eyes and, despite his instinct to keep her safe, the puppy obliges to her demand.

Folding his paws, the animal lowers himself to the ground, allowing your daugher to climb. A vivid spark flashes through her ocean eyes, tiny hands securing on her companion’s fur.

And just as she was about to reach the door opening to the garden, a familiar voice that’s lulled her to sleep many a night stops her in her tracks.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, little lady.” You stand a couple feet away from her, hands on your hips, your concern masked with masterfully feigned anger.

Your baby stares up at you, that oceanic gaze puppy-like, much like her father did when you were mad at him.

“Mama…” She mumbles, her little hands signaling to where Childe is training outside, sounds you can’t understand leaving her pouty lips.

You sigh, kneeling to pick her up, rubbing your dog’s chin gently.

“So you want to see papa training, don’t you, little troublemaker?” You prompt, smiling as you tickle her belly. She giggles, wiggling her legs in your hold. “Alright, just this once, and because he’s almost finished with his routine.” You warn, softly pinching her cheek.

Once outside, you both stare at the harbinger, you, with heating cheeks; your daughter, in admiration and wonder.

Then:

“Papa!” She calls, energetically waving to her father, as you have to struggle so she doesn’t fall out of your grasp.

Suddenly, Ajax’s hydro blades vanish, a rare glow present in the eyes that are so like his daughter’s. A wide grin spreads across his sun-kissed features, arms opening as he runs towards you and his baby.

“Papa! Papa!” His daughter repeats, as your husband hugs the both of you.

No matter how cold Snezhnaya’s blizzards blew, Ajax would always have his personal patch of sunshine in you two.

✧ KAEYA

Calla lilies surround the scene, their russet-hued petals aglow in the blue shimmer of the statue of the seven standing amidst the lake.

Dusk approaches, the sky still dyed in shades of tangerine and cherry blossom, the sun, a glimmering halo right above the horizon.

Over frondous grass spotted in sun and shadow, a blanket lies, its baby blue pattern fading into the multiple colors of the snacks scattered above it: portions of cake you baked the afternoon prior; sandwitches carefully cut in triangle shapes; handpicked apples and sunsettias, cut and placed into plates by your lover.

But perhaps the most vivid color of them all was that of the couple sitting atop it.

A couple and their daughter.

“You really liked this pie, didn’t you, little lily?” Kaeya coos at his baby, her chubby cheeks littered with crumbs of the soft cake she’s been devouring all afternoon. Two pairs of ice blue eyes meet each other beneath the setting sun, the girl’s giggles eliciting a chuckle from her father’s lips as he carefully wipes her face. “Mama will be mad if you stain your dress, little princess.” The cavalry captain points out, in mock scolding.

His reprimand is met with a bashful smile and his kid cuddling into him, her tiny hands clutching his clothes.

“Kaeya, don’t tease her!” You swat at his arm playfully, soft laughter leaving the both of you as your husband smooths over your girl’s hair, placing a soft kiss on her head.

“Don’t pay any mind to papa, now.” You reassure her, tenderly brushing over her chubby hands. “He’s a little silly sometimes.”

The girl looks up at you, those iceberg toned eyes wide in wonder at the world that she still has to discover around her.

You ruffle her hair, as she turns around in Kaeya’s embrace, settling on top of his legs, staring up at him.

“Papa!” She announces, taking ahold of Kaeya’s long braid, playing with it. “Papa… prince!” She points out, as she grabs one of the dolls she brought: a boy wearing a crown.

With a knowing grin, you shift closer to your lover, leaning against his side.

“Yes, little sweetheart, you’re right, papa is a prince.” Kaeya’s hand locks with yours over his shoulder, fingers laced together, the warmth of his touch so paradoxical, given the freeze he commands.

“And that is why you’re our little princess.” The knight tells your baby, as he places a stray calla lily on her hair.

“Princess!” She happily babbles, rising her arms.

Instances like this… they truly stoked gentle flames around the captain’s heart, oftentimes concealed behind apparently crystalline walls of frost. As long as he had the two of you, at least during brief moments like this, there would be no need for practiced facades.

Across the distant horizon, even dusk seemed to delay, allowing a few more seconds of luminous skies for the family sitting below it, a flickering smile crossing the anemo archon’s face of stone.

✧ NEUVILLETTE

Slate skies expand above him, his opal eyes restless oceans in the tears they contain, painted lashes dripping in midnight droplets.

Rainbow roses seem to weep too, their petals downcast, the sunrise shades of their blossoms muted in the downpour.

Neuvillette stands alone, the garden of your shared home melancholy; the trees too bare, the grass ashen, the flowers wilting.

Save for the pitter-patter of rusted silver droplets, silence reigns the scene.

The hydro dragon’s mood had a tendency to be mirrored in the heavens over Fontaine, after all.

Sighing, the Chief Justice takes a sit by a bush of lumidouce bells. Fitting, for someone whose shoulders slump not unlike the petals of the periwinkle hued blooms.

“Neuvi, love.” A familiar voice calls him, gently. “What are you doing out there in this weather, dear?”

Long argent locks of hair shift, like seafoam by moonlight, when he turns around, water, from the rain, or his tears, or both, running down his cheeks.

“Someone has come to see you, my love.” You softly utter, beckoning your husband towards the porch, the impending cacophony of his racing mind and falling downpour partially silencing.

Neuvillette’s features warm up a bit the moment he realizes who you’re talking about.

A little girl placidly rests between your arms, eyes of crystalline dusk looking up at her father. Unlike his, hers are rounded, lacking the dark circles frequently etched under your lover’s.

“Look who’s here, little rainbow.” You coo at your daughter, who tries chasing after your wiggling fingers, right as you playfully poke her belly. “Papa is here, do you perhaps want to play with him?”

The baby looks at you, one of her tiny fists on her mouth, as her eyes crinkle up in crescents. Then, she turns towards her dad, arms reaching out.

“Papa! Papa!” She laughs, inclining her flexible small torso towards him.

Neuvillette’s gaze widens, placing his hands around his little girl, protectively cradling her in his embrace.

“Papa is here, sunshine.” Your lover assures her, as he leans down to kiss her nose.

In the distance, a familiar arch shoots across the heavens, the violet of goodbyes and separations shifting into rosy affection.

Golden replaces dull steel, flecks of it dotting the grass, remnants of rain clinging like emeralds to the verdant stems.

The sun is out. The hydro dragon cries no more.

[aspoetssay]

They bring home an animal and surprise their SO with it - what are bringing home? Author’s choice for what characters you want to work with. I just think it sounds fun. You just König is bringing home something tiny and fluffy.

WHAT ANIMALS WOULD THEY BRING YOU? (könig, ghost, valeria, soap x gn!reader)

thank you so much for this adorable request—it was so fun to write it!

KÖNIG

And there he was, standing near the door frame, holding something so soft, fluffy and tiny in his muscular arms. Now you couldn’t really figure out if the animal was actually that small since he was held by that giant.

You rose from your bed instantly and König, with the widest smile on his face you have ever seen, came closer to you, revealing a small bunny cuddled up in his arms. It was light brown, small and horribly cute. Its huge ears were hanging around its small face, the cute nose slightly twitching.

Handing the bunny to you, holding it firmly by the tummy and supporting its back legs, he started to explain himself: “I know we didn’t agree on having one, but he was just outside our house and it’s cold—“

You two didn’t plan to adopt a pet because you two didn’t agree on what to take. If it was up to König, that little fool would adopt the whole shelter and now, that wasn’t a bad idea, but he was also the one the most away from home. You possibly couldn’t deal with that many pets.

You took the soft little creature in your hands and you felt tearing up—embarrassing, but the cuteness was killing you. The fur was so soft that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into it and just rest like this. The bunny didn’t seem to be afraid, but it was looking around at the surroundings.

“What do you think of naming it?” You asked instead, showing that you were fine with keeping the adorable little fluff in your hands.

König tried to conceal his happiness, so he sat down beside you and sightly shrugged:

“König Junior.”

Giving the look to your beloved, you were sometimes taken back by his choices. “Absolutely not.”

“I found him—“

“The name sucks. And it’s somehow narcissistic…”

“First of all, how dare you—“

“I think it should be called Bun or BunBun.”

The man slightly squinted his eyes, slightly shaking his head: “And that’s a good name for a bunny? Oh mein Gott…”

SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

You were running out of the bedroom as soon as you heard the front door opening—Simon was home. After months.

The sight of him made your heart warm up. You never really knew when he was getting back—the dates were getting pushed and pulled in weird ways and you learnt to just wait patiently and hope for the best.

But this time it wasn’t just Simon. A small German Shepherd dog was beside him—it wasn’t a puppy, still young, not the size of a grown dog, but still with a childish skinny face and long legs.

The dog was anxiously sniffing the corridor, staying close to Simon. He didn’t even have to tell you what happened as it was clear already - he found it on the battlefield and knowing how much Simon loves dogs, he couldn’t abandon it.

“Hi,” you smiled, welcoming your partner into a warm hug, and pulling him even closer. You always tended to do that—you were touch-deprived and it has been too long. But now, you had to pull back earlier and gently move down, extending your hand at the dog in a soft manner.

The back legs of the dog were bandaged and there was a nasty wound on the side of its tummy where the fur was shaved off, the wound already healing. The dog sniffed your arm and gently poked it with his moist nose, making you smile. You let yourself gently pet his head, scratching his ears and soon, the dog was cuddling into you.

“Found him in the field. Poor guy was left after an explosion. Took him to the vet—bit limping, but he’ll be fine in no time.” Simon explained, his heart warming up at the view in front of him—you gently scratching the dog’s tummy.

“How did you name him?”

Simon slightly gulped—he sucked at those things. Moving down, he gently rubbed the dog's head, the dog playfully running around him and nuzzling his nose into his palm. “M’bad at these things… So Riley.”

You hummed and slightly tilted your head: “It fits him.”

“Yeah?” Simon didn’t expect your approval.

Looking away from the dog at your beloved, you smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek: “Yeah. And I hope Riley will give you a reason to come back home more often. I see I’m not fairly enough.”

Standing up, you gave him a playful hurt look as you went into the kitchen to get some bowl and pour some water for Riley and make some tea for the dad Riley. In the corridor, you overheard him chuckle, his footsteps growing closer to you, the dog following.

“Already jealous of the dog, aren’t we, love?”

VALERIA GARZA

There was a cat in your lover's arms and you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows in pure surprise. You haven't seen Valeria in quite some time, but that was common for her. One morning you would wake up with a note on your pillow that she'll be back and has some work to do.

You didn't know where to look actually—at your perfect-looking partner, who managed to look extraordinary no matter which time of the day it was. Or should you look at the cat she was holding in her hands—

"I know it's been too long," she already tried to explain so you wouldn't give her the much-deserved silent treatment. "And I know how much you like cuddles, so..." She extended the cat towards you and you took the fluffy cat in your arms.

It was just a simple cat - not a fancy breed or anything. It wasn't small - Valeria probably stopped at the animal shelter and the thought of Valeria there made you chuckle. The cat was completely black, green eyes shining with pure curiosity as it sniffed you. But as soon as you started to pet its little head, the lulling purring tugged the corner of your lips up.

"So what, am I supposed to accept this cat as an exchange?" You gave her a look, slightly squinting your eyes. "Are you leaving me?"

You tended to be a little bit over-dramatic and Valeria rolled her eyes at you but took your mood swings as a champ. Well, mostly because she deserved your anger and then a sudden need to devour a whole-ass pizza.

"Leave you?" The bossy tone was overheard in her words. She gently raised one eyebrow up, stepping closer to you, placing her hands on your arms, leaving shivers where she touched.

You were weak when she touched you. She had too much power over you.

"You were gone for two months, Valeria." You reminded.

"I got you a cat," she tried to reason.

"Yeah, keep up with that pace and this house will be stuffed with cats."

Valeria sighed, but a small smile appeared on her lips—God, how much she enjoyed your little bickering. "Por Dios... Give me a kiss already instead of grumbling..."

And you couldn't help but comply, happy to have Valeria back home and the small fluff you soon decided to call Alejandro just to piss off her more. But then with a common agreement, the cat was called Alex.

Even if you still call the cat Alejandro when Valeria is gone.

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

You wanted to smack that smug Scottish man across his handsome face because he just brought you an Eastern Box Turtle. Not that the turtle wasn't cute or that you didn’t want to have a pet. But that smug bastard just said why he bought a turtle.

"You remind me of it - I got it for ya."

"John..." You inhaled, looking at the unmoving turtle in his palms. "Did you just compare me with a turtle?"

"In good ways only," he defended his good cause.

Exhaling a bit too loud, you looked at the turtle that was still quite small, but it will grow a bit more in years. "Yeah? What good qualities? They are slow, look like lizards with a shield on..."

Soap quickly covered the turtle's head with his palm and slightly moved it away: "Hey! He can hear you!"

"It's his classification—where the fuck did you even get it?"

Soap placed the turtle on your lap and you just froze slightly - it wasn't as if you could pet him, but it was quite pretty.

"Said you wanted a pet - so I got ye a pet." The man was such a fool sometimes, but you couldn't be mad at him. There wasn't a reason to be mad. He always tried too hard to please you and his efforts were always so nice. That's why you gently hit his shoulder and shook your head:

"You're an idiot, MacTavish."

"Your idiot."

[happi-tree]

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Bunbun!!! Hello, lovebird 💗💗💗 Hope you've been well!!!

I love how thoughtful you are! You're absolutely amazing at making people feel welcome - even in large places like a3b or on the vast platform that is tumblr, you really excel at making people feel cared for. You also just have a beautiful way of looking at the world, from the poetry you post to the encouragement that you offer, you just have this,,, way of making things seem simpler and yet more profound at the same time. It's really beautiful to see <333

Also, I adore your fashion sense!!! Every single outfit of yours I've seen has been an immediate slay, and I would trust your taste with my life.

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[reikoknshii]

🎤 His Charming Smile 📰

Izaack Gauss x Fem! Reader

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You're his camera woman, his sole attention was on the camera you're holding as he told the whole television his daily news.

There's something bugging you whenever you're working with him, His smile. His smile melt you on the spot you feel weak while holding the camera in your hands, then again you have to remind yourself that he's smiling not for you but for the television news.

You're aware, aware that he's above you. He's famous, handsome, he had everything yet he choose to live in a apartment. You go there occasionally to send in his news scripts to practice, and thats that..

"tough day?" the doorwoman asked as she stared at you as you got out of the metal door. "Yeah..yeah-" you said softly as you stared into her chocolate eyes.

"You're into him?"

"Who wouldn't"

"Well some has preferences" The doorwoman answered as she fixed some files and putting them in the folder.

"Maybe one day, Dont give up Y/n" she said looking at you through the glass window. "Thanks Ann" you thanked her as you went in your Van to go home.

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It was 1 am in the morning your telephone was ringing repeatedly, you grudgingly stood up from your bed and picked it up. "Hello...its L/n you're calling at 1 am this better be important-"

"Y/nnnnn...." A familiar voice slurred through the telephone as you frozed for a minute.

"Mister gauss?" You asked to confirm. "Why are you calling at 1 am midnight? Did i forgot something to bring to yo-"

"I wanna saayyy...you look..dashingggg..~"

'Is...he drunk?'

"Mister gauss are you drunk?.." You asked abit flustered from the compliment you heard from the drunk man.

"...mm..no?-"

"Yeah you're drunk..." You said and sighed, he probably said those things because of alcohol. "Where are you? Ill pick you up mister gauss" you said through the phone leaving it on speaker as you get your coat. "Its...the bar near the apartment.."

"On it.."

"Y/n..."

"Yeah?"

"I....please be safe"

"Of course mister gauss"

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You were leading out Izaack of the bar leaving his passed out friends on the bar counter, one of them are sober tho so they'll be fine.

"Had a fun night Mister gauss?" You asked as you guide him to your Van's front seat. "I..mm...yeah"

"Yeah seems like it..." You said softly as he sat on the front seat. You went in the driver's seat and started your Van.

"Mmm...stranger...theres thisss one person who always care for me" Izaack drunkly slurred his eyes barely open as his face leaned on the closed window of the van.

You stayed silent trying to start your van and letting him talk. "She's so...Gorgeous..yet she doesn't see herself that way"

"I see.."

"I wish..Y/n knows....she's such a pretty lady and she's the reason i smile to the camera she's holdingg..." This brings shock to your face as you slowly turn to the drunk reporter, your face was blushing as the Van started. You saw the apartment building was locked, so you brought him to your house.

Your telephone was ringing when you dropped Izaack to your couch. You went to pick it up incase its something important.

"Hello?"

"Ah y/n..i locked the apartment buildings there's uhm...cleaning services going so if Izaack is with you-"

"Yeah He's with me.."

"Great..thats great, can you do me a favor and just let him stay for tonight?"

"Y-yeah sure"

"Who knows what will happen~"

"Ann! I'm not that kind of person"

"Haha yeah i know bunbun, have a nice night"

You turned to Izaack and sighed, the memory of his drunk slurs in your van was repeating over and over as you cleaned him up and dragged him to your bed.

"Guess its the couch for tonight" you muttered to yourself as you tucked in the passed out reporter.

"I'm..the reason for his charming smile"  you muttered with a pink face as you lay on the couch, you smiled unknowingly and closed your eyes to sleep..

[mishantics]

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[brainwashboy]

for putting a trigger in my brain and causing me to make a mess

Its not my fault! I warned you! >.<

[shy-little-gigglee-bun]

Yea the other anon not joking runmmnnnnm

Too bad running won't work, I love a good chase~ 😘

[fbfh]

Hey! Could you please do some headcannons of cuddling with Jay from descendants?

Thank you!

oh fuck yes baby boy NEEDS a snuggle so fuckin bad. Jay is SO motherfucking - his full name is Janasheen Lagmani Mufti btw (successor, born at nightfall, one who gives council or legal advice) - Jay is SO motherfuckin touch starved that he'll get injured on purpose just so he can feel you touch him up. After a while you start to catch onto this because you don't have the heart to tell him he's not quite as slick as he thinks he is. So OBVIOUSLY I have a medieval game OBVIOUSLY I have a jousting game the only way you're gonna get him to turn into your snuggly lil bunbun (yes he does insist you call him that after you say it once as a joke and he loses his mind) is to make him think YOU'RE really the one who needs cuddles. like of course you're feeling kinda sad and tired from all your schoolwork so of COURSE you need a big strong tough cool guy star of the tourney team to make you feel all safe and cozy. obviously it's TOTALLY for your benefit. not at all because Jay was not hugged once as a child! that's hilarious and true and totally not the reason at all! I just washed my hands that's why they're wet! no other reason!

but yeah once you actually start cuddling with him it's going to take approximately less that six seconds for him to become a total and complete velcro boyfriend. it takes longer to watch any vine in existance than it does for Jay to latch onto you like a small baby bird. he did not know that touchy feely stuff could be so... nice. especially when it's with you. he tried giving Carlos and Evie and Mal bear hugs between classes when he's away from you and it was good, but it wasn't the same. Maybe it's because Carlos still thinks he's going to get suplexed whenever Jay grabs him like that or maybe it's because Mal keeps asking if he huffed her spraypaint and that's why he's so huggy out of nowhere (Evie doesn't mind too much as long as he doesn't wrinkle her outfits or mess with her hair and makeup. she actually approves of you two and likes that you're bringing out Jay's more affectionate side. she makes a mental note to give you the friends and family discount on any future designs you order from her.) but shortly after that first time you snuggled up with Jay and had him tell you all about the video games he's been playing and about tourney practice he's full on addicted to your touch and cuddles. Coach sometimes has to pull you off your extra curriculars to give Jay hugs and kisses during practice when he cops an attitude or gets too rowdy. you're known as the Jay whisperer immediately and believe me the nickname sticks. Carlos asks what the hype is once and you give him head scratches and he understands.

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Chapter 26

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: slight implications of unhealthy eating habits

Words: 3338

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The two men held you close for a few warm seconds, Namjoon's fingers running through your hair gently while Jungkook's palms caressed your sides and back.

It was only when the doors of another meeting office opened, and two employees walked out while loudly talking—until they noticed you three.

You could feel yourself stiffen, only now realising so fully how you wouldn't be able to be as cuddly and touchy with the packmembers as you were the entire time with them so far—the thought sending cold shivers down your spine.

Namjoon stood up tall, Jungkook following suit after he let his cheek nudge against yours one last time, his scent sweet as it clinged to you.

The alphas towered over you, their bodies covering yours from view as they stared at the two coldly. The staff understood the message quick enough, bowing and apologising profusely before they rushed to walk off.

Taking a look at his watch, the pack alpha held your hand gently, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. „It will be noon in a short time; how about we get some lunch?"

You didn't answer right away, your eyes meeting his and Jungkooks a few times, the youngest alpha watching you fondly while smiling, a lock of hair neatly tucked away behind your ear.

„B-But what about the others?" You whispered softly, mindful not to speak loudly. You felt shy in the unknown space. The packalpha gently chuckled at you, his hands taking in your cheeks, his dimples deep and sweet.

„Aigoo, do you want to eat together?” You nodded a little bit. The times when you got to share your meals with all of the pack members were sweet and nice.

„We can try and make it happen, okay, bunbun? Alpha's will try, baby.” Whispering out a soft thank you, Jungkook has already pulled out his phone, his fingers typing in a quick message.

Leading you back to the elevator, you all waited patiently for it to get there. Namjoon was quick to ask you about what you would like to have for food.

„Not sure... Can we...M-Maybe get boba with it though?” You asked, your voice soft and hopeful, having the alphas ready to tend to your wishes right away.

„Of course, sweetheart, we can order some.” The packalpha was quick to answer, not really thinking about it too deeply. Pecking the top of your head in a sweet kiss, you hugged the man close, your arms wrapping around his waist.

Chuckling lightly, he pulled you just as close, looking down to see your face and making sure you weren't suddenly crying or anything. „...You okay, pup? What's wrong? Come here...” 

Namjoon didn't wait for you to answer, his arms stretching around your shoulders and waist and his hands gently caressing your back.

You didn't say much; your face burried in his chest as the man gently sighed out, noticing how your scent didn't change too much.

„Just ha-happy...” You whispered, having both of the men coo at you, their eyes soft as they watched over you. The elevator dinged at it's arrival, the doors opening, and Namjoon slowly pulled away, his hand taking yours right away.

„Let's go to the recording studios; there is a big couch there.” He mumbled, having the youngest nod his head, his steps slowing down as he outstretched his arm behind himself.

Reaching over, you let his fingers wrap around yours, with Jungkook gently pulling you behind himself. You couldn't help but smile widely, truly happy.

„...We have to get you the staff tag soon, pup; someone might have things to say otherwise. I'm sorry, sweetheart. We can wait a little longer before announcing everything though." The packalpha mumbled, tucked away in his own thoughts.

„Announcing?” You asked, looking up at his face. He looked back at you quickly, his eyes turning softly at you. Bending over to kiss your temple with a short peck, he smiled reassuringly at you.

„Yeah, do you want us to make an announcement for you and us? In the future?” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles, making sure you knew he wasn't pressuring you to answer in a way you found suitable for them—that you would say your true opinion.

You thought over it slightly, shrugging your shoulders. „Maybe some time... Some time later?” You said, not sure about it yet. You knew more than well about the large fan base they had, considering how they constantly had to wear face masks outside.

„Of course, sweet bunny. We want to keep you just to us for some time longer, is that okay? Alphas don't want to share you, bunnyhop!” The youngest giggled, his eyes bright with glee. You smiled at the thought, nodding happily.

Opening the doors to the left, you let yourself be pulled inside, with Jungkook carefully holding the doors open. The room was quite big, with two cream-coloured couches to the side and a nice, large coffee table.

There was a big desk and a spinning chair, and a large amount of recording equipment was settled on the table before it.

To the right of it was another door, leading to a room that had a long window towards the setup, a microphone, and soundproofing foam placed in the small area.

„You record your songs here?” You whispered, your eyes roaming over the room in wonder. Both of the men chuckled softly at you. Namjoon was quick to comb your hair with his fingers, his eyes gentle.

„Mhm, sometimes yea pup. It depends, though; there are a lot of different studios in here too.” He said softly, leading you to take a seat before the coffee table on the sofa.

„I'll go call the others!” Jungkook said, walking back out of the room with his phone in hand.

The packalpha didn't do much right away, sitting next to you himself before he pulled out his own phone, turning on a food delivery app.

Looking back over to you, he noticed how your fingers squeezed one another in an uncomfortable habit. Smiling softly, he let his voice carry in a soft whisper.

„Come here, pup...” Pulling you to himself, he helped you sit on his lap, your head gently pushed to his shoulder as you sat sideways.

With his hands gently carressing your tights and holding your head close to his neck for a few seconds, the packalpha softly shushed you, cradling you close.

He knew you would get worried and anxious in the sudden, new environment, and the weird and sometimes even nasty stares you would receive from the staff didn't make it any better.

Don't think he wouldn't notice—oh, he did. Namjoon understood that seeing them, a pack that has always been without even a potential mate, suddenly appear with an omega they started courting, would shock a lot of people.

He also understood that a lot wouldn't understand and approve, though it felt dumb even thinking about it. There were many packs that would have only one omega, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Each pack had a different dynamic they were comfortable with, and after recognising your soft and sweet smell, the packmembers knew that if you would be interested, then they would most definitely be interested themselves.

„Don't fret, my little pup. It's all okay. Alpha is here now, hm? I got you, sweetheart."

Letting his scent stick to your hair and cheeks, Namjoon was quick to settle you, his hand wrapping around your fingers when you went to scratch the unreasonably itchy skin again.

„None of that sweet pup; you're okay. Alpha got you 'mega." His lips brushed against your forehead, a sweet chaste kiss lingering for a few moments.

And so, when Jungkook opened the doors again, you were wrapped up tightly in his packalpha's arms, the lunch forgotten suddenly.

The younger couldn't help but coo at you; the way you just melted into Namjoon almost made him cry. The deep satisfaction he felt at seeing you safe, wrapped up in the man's arms, had him smiling.

„Aigoo, did you guys forget the lunch?” When it wasn't Namjoon who answered but you, the smallest nod possible made Jungkook smile even wider, his giggle loud and clear.

He took a few steps over, ruffling up your hair a little before he crouched down next to the two of you.

The packalpha was obviously stuck in his own little world, the man softly watching you with heart eyes, his hand gently running over your cheeks.

„What would you like for lunch bunbun?” Asked the young alpha again, his eyes watching you softly. Taking your hand in his, he ran his thumb over your knuckles himself.

You didn't really answer, only murmuring about how you would like to have boba tea again. You hadn't had it in such a long time, and suddenly you were craving the sweet drink.

„Baby, but what about the foods? You can't be having only a drink; that's not healthy, sweet bunny.” He squeezed your fingers gently, noticing how you were suddenly avoiding his eyes.

Just as he went to speak again, the doors opened once more, with a laughing Hobi entering first. Jimin and Jin soon followed, the eldest laughing himself, the sound high and loud.

„Yah, seriously guys-” Jimin grumbled, shutting the doors after himself, only to stop whining when he saw you, Jungkook, and Namjoon.

„What is it? What's wrong?” Jin asked first to come over with quick steps, pulling your face between his palms, his eyes concerned.

Jungkook sighed softly, knowing this wasn't truly his matter to speak up to. Standing up, he took a seat to the packalpha's left, Hoseok and Jimin soon also took a seat.

„It's okay. What do you guys want to have for lunch? We are just choosing with sweet bunbun.” He said gently, his eyes soft on your cuddled-up form.

Hobi pulled your legs over his lap, letting them stretch out. Carressing your calf gently, he clicked his teeth softly.

„You sure? Sunny-bub, what's wrong, baby? Tell alpha now, sweet baby.”

He held your eyes for a few good seconds, his motions fully stopping.

„Just... I'm n-not very hungry, oppa." You whispered softly, Namjoon's hands enfulging yours quickly. Hoseok's gaze settled on your form, with worry obviously seeping through.

Oh, but Jimin and Jin felt even worse. The younger man stood up quickly, coming over to you with a few good steps.

He recognised the look in your eyes too well.

 Kneeling down over you, his own hands took your face in his. With his eyes soft on you, he didn't say much right away, his lips popping open a few times, as if he went to say something but couldn't find the right words. 

„It's okay precious princess. Alphas understand, okay? You're alpha's sweetest little 'mega, aren't you hm?” He smiled widely at his last words, reassuring you intentionally. 

„How about we order a little from everything, and you can have a taste from different dishes angel? Would you like that my cub?” Jin spoke softly next, sitting next to Jungkook as he watched you closely. 

You nodded a little, having the alphas internally sigh out in relief. This was for sure something they would have to get back to eventually, but they didn't want to overwhelm you right now - you already had enough on your plate. 

Thanking you softly instead, the men all took their phones out, scrolling through the many different options. With Namjoon's flipphone right before you, he scrolled through the seemingly endless pages of the Boba tea companies. 

A certain colourful one caught your eyes, having you gasp gently, clicking on the ad. „This one pup? Which flavour do you want my sweetheart?” Namjoon asked softly, the list of flavours long too. 

Taking your phone from the packalpha, you went on to carefully read through all of them. You weren't sure what you were craving, if it was the true Boba milk tea or rather just a Boba tea, and amidst your decision between the Rose flavour and the Matcha one, the doors opened once again. 

Greeting you all, both Taehyung and Yoongi stepped closer to you first, bending over to let their cheeks rub up against yours, their scent lingering. 

„What did you guys choose?” Yoongi asked after he took a seat on the couch himself, sighing after he heard his bones crack a little. 

„We are getting all different kids of stuff, just chose what you want to have. Baby, which one do you want? Alpha will order it for you.” Jungkook spoke quickly, his voice softening up when he spoke to you. 

You shrugged your shoulders a little, not sure about your decision yet. „I think the rose one will be nice... Can I h-have that one oppa?” You voice quiet as you showed him the option you were interested in. 

„Of course little bunny, alpha will order it right away.” Letting his nose brush up against yours in a soft nudge, you handed him the packalpha's phone, Jungkook scrolling through the popping boba option you chose.

The youngest looked over the ingredients, reading them all through with a quick glance. He closed his eyes, sighing out, relief clouding his mind.

He didn't think he would be able to even tell you that this wouldn't do well with your tummy; the alpha would practically break.

And so, with a few quick clicks, your drink was on it's way. He returned the device, going back to the ramen noodles he was currently looking through.

With Namjoon letting you play around on his phone and the alpha helping you get used to the game controls, you spent your time waiting for lunch quietly, the packmembers talking about a few random things.

„Will you go with us, princess? Or do you want to stay somewhere else, precious baby?” Jimin asked, having you look up from the pixel game you were currently acing.

„...hm?” You mumbled, your eyes meeting the alpha's. You didn't really listen to them; you were too entertained by the level you were trying to beat.

Softly smiling at you, he reached over, his knuckles running over your cheek and chin in a gentle gesture.

„We were talking about the meeting. We have a few documents about the next In The Soop that will be filmed late this spring.” You blinked a few times, not sure what it meant.

„In the Soop?” The name didn't ring a bell for you. Namjoon gently giggled at you, finding it so pure and cute.

„Mhm, it's a show. We go to do things like outdoor activities, camping, and stuff like that; it's very fun! It's a great way to de-stress, and the fans have been wanting a new season again, so we have been planning it for a while. You would love it; trust me, babycheeks!”

You looked over to the alpha, humming to yourself. You would love to go camping, that would be for sure. Would the alphas take you sometime?

„W-What activities?” You asked softly, meeting Taehyung's eyes. He looked quite excited about how bright he seemed. It brought a small smile to your face.

„Anything kitty. Last time we went fishing and painting, we tried woodcrafting too. Any hobbies you like to do, sweet kitten. Do you like to stay outside my kitty?” The older man asked you gently, his eyes fond like never before.

You hummed a little bit, liking the sound of the different options they could have. It sounded so fun!

„Well, would you like to go with us peaches?” Jin asked, gently brushing a lock behind your ear. The alpha could already imagine fishing with you, catching a giant tuna that would for sure impress you. It didn't matter if the tuna lived in the place anyway; he would catch something for you.

„Yah, Hyung-, seriously, Bunny would die of boredom if you went fishing with her plus-” The youngest was quick to interrupt the train of his thoughts, already recognising the look on Jin's face.

Grumbling lightly, he went on to ramble about how that was absolutely not true, catching the youngest in a stream of seemingly never-ending scolding.

Gently pulling your face away from the two alphas, the youngest laughing loudly at the successful teasing while the oldest went on and on about his disrespect, Namjoon looked over you fondly.

The packalpha loved nature, and staying with you somewhere outside, where it wouldn't be loud and everything would have such a different feeling, made him wish for it.

„Would you like to go with us, pup?” You nodded a little, still a bit uncertain. But you also knew that if you went with them, nothing would be boring and you would be okay.

The packalpha smiled widely at you; his dimples settled deep into his cheeks. „Yes, please,” you whispered softly, having all of the alphas that were currently paying attention smiling too.

„Of course, my sweet little pup. Alpha will try his best, okay?” Namjoon knew that getting you on that show wouldn't necessarily be easy, but if you wanted, he would take care of it.

It truly sounded heavenly to him—the thought of everything really—having you somewhere in a tucked-away cabin, sleeping with the pack warmed up, and protected in the makeshift den.

Oh, and maybe you would even make a sweet little nest for all of you; the alpha was certain they could bring all the materials you would need.

Your collection was already growing anyway, and they could take them for you. Or maybe you would all take a large caravan, travelling around different spots that would interest all of you and stopping at a place every night to camp out and rest off.

The packalpha could already imagine it; hopefully you wouldn't have much trouble with it, though. He realised that there would be different scents all around you.

But they would try their best; the gentle omega-centred podcasts and radio station could play the whole time, and he wouldn't mind.

He also thought about you having a hard time falling asleep; maybe the place would be too cramped, or maybe there would be many strangers passing by, unsettling you too much to fully rest.

Namjoon knew that you would be tightly wrapped up in their arms in such a case, though; he himself would lay the closest to the entrance, making sure no one would enter, even though everything would be locked.

And maybe then you would sleep like you were supposed to, tightly cuddled by them in their arms, as they would warm you up well in the colder nights.

And then, you would all stop one evening to just rest and relax, savour the sweet moments you shared, and roast marshmallows in the calm night.

Making sure you wouldn't burn your soft lips, the alphas would make sure to blow on the sweet for you, letting you taste and have as many as you would like to have before they would themselves eat.

And then, maybe you might get a stomach ache in the morning—too cranky and tired to get up—but it didn't matter as they would be right there to help.

Holding you close and warming your tummy up with their gentle hands, they would make sure you would sleep as much as possible, probably packing up later in the morning while you were still held closely to Yoongi's chest.

And they would start their drive for the day, letting you be with the alpha, a few of the youngest if they would feel sleepy coming by to rest with the both of you, climbing up to the caravan's attic where the large, open space would be.

And they would wait so politely until you would allow them to enter the nest, careful not to ruffle any of the blankets and pillows, just laying down and pulling you to themselves.

Yea, Namjoon definitely liked the sound of that.

And with that thought, he let his nose rub up against your neck's scent gland, the man smiling softly.

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