#me: lets do something soft... some would say wholesome

[orimuraa]

• All I can do is try - 西村 力 ↳ ┊: one more last time - henry young, ashley alisha

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆you were the school’s sunshine while your boyfriend was the school’s cold, grump ⨾

۶ৎ grumpy!ni-ki x fem sunshine!reader┆flufff┆petnames, kissing, ynki making you feel single┆wc 778

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: guys…i want a boyfriend 😭😭😭 but anyway, thank you to the anon who requested! + fb is always appreciated

part 2

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

nobody expected this. the school’s sunshine who always had her chin held high and her grades just as high, and the school’s delinquent—the one who caused all the trouble and was never seen in a classroom during class time.

it shouldn’t have worked, but it did. you made him a better person—softer around the edges.

the way he would throw everything away just to be with you, the way he would actually smile and laugh when you cracked jokes, it was all so…wholesome. and nishimura riki was not ever associated with that word.

as you walked down the hallways, your classmates waved to you, smiling as they greeted you. they admired you, the way you carried yourself with all that confidence and the way you were so sweet to anyone without a thought. not to mention, your perfect grades.

your stroll was cut short when someone tugged your backpack back, causing your feet to slip and lose balance.

you fell back, expecting to hit the floor, but you never did. instead, you fell against a sturdy figure, their arms securing around you, effectively catching you.

you whip you head up to see the cause of your fall and your greeted with the smirk of none other than nishimura riki—your boyfriend.

“kiki!! i could’ve fallen!” you scold, straightening yourself out and brushing off your skirt.

“but you didn’t,” he shrugs, a smirk tugging at his lips. “besides, i was there to catch you, wasn’t i little love?” and for a moment, you forgot you were surrounded by your schoolmates in a hallway.

“whatever,” you flush, grabbing his hand and pulling him to class. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.”

“love, class starts in 10 minutes,” riki says calmly, getting dragged to a class he only attends to stare at you.

“exactly! we’re late,” you huff, weaving through the crowds with your 6 foot boyfriend.

when you arrive at your classroom, you’re the first ones there.

“see?? no one’s even in here! can we go home? pleaseee? i’ll give you as many cuddles as you want, i just wanna go home,” riki pouts, despite knowing you would never skip school.

“we can do that after school, kiki. i can’t leave,” you smile sympathetically, aware that your boyfriend would rather be anywhere but that classroom.

he groans but slumps down in the seat next to you, resting his head on your arm as he sulks. he would never let anyone catch him sulking except for you. you were his safe zone.

by the end of class, riki was fully asleep and completely unaware of anything that was going on around him.

you were chatting with some friends when he stirred, grumbling something about wanting to go home again.

“sorry guys, i’m gonna head out now,” you politely excused yourself, packing up your bag while riki was already up and out of his chair.

the end of the day was always riki’s favorite part because it meant that you were all his now and that he could take you home and cuddle you forever and ever. of course nobody else knew that besides you because it would ruin his “bad boy reputation” and people would start to know hems actually a huge softie.

so here you were, wrapped in one of his giant sweatshirts and his arms were wrapped around your waist, holding you close. his face was nuzzled into your neck and he occasionally pressed soft kisses against it.

“tell me something interesting,” he whispers, just wanting to listen to your pretty voice.

“hmmm something interesting?” you pause to think. “did you know i love you with all of my heart? i’m so in love with you it’s crazy. sometimes i wonder how i ended up do lucky with you.” you say. anyone could tell from your voice that you were so in love. it was obvious.

riki lets out a small chuckle, sending shivers through your body.

“little love, god—you’re so smart and pretty and funny and kind and if anything, i should be the one saying how lucky i am. you’re someone who’s so pure and i definitely don’t deserve you,” riki smiles, peeking out from the crook of your neck.

“maybe it’s fate then,” you giggle. “maybe the stars drew us together.”

“well then i’m so glad they chose you to be with me because i can’t see myself anywhere else but with you,” riki sighs contently.

he kisses your jaw and your lips before snuggling back into your side.

and these were the moments you treasured most. the moments where the expectations couldn’t get to you and it was just you, riki, and the burning love you shared.

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[isoobie]

⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ COLD NIGHT ★ nrk

⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ⠀ “my heart is full of warmth when i’m with you”

MAGAZINE 𓈒 boyfriend!niki & fem!rea 623 fluff ◞ ◟ nicknames skin ship kissing

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the night air is colder than usual, the subtle sound of wind is louder tonight and your breaths more visible in the dim night. although, it was your idea to call your boyfriend out late at night, you weren’t expecting the weather to change its plans so suddenly.

you instinctively press your arms together, rubbing your shoulders, trying to not let the cold show, but a small shiver betrays you, and niki notices— like he always does.

he doesn’t say anything, just shrugs off his thick jacket and lays it gently over your frame, the feeling heavy and warm with his scent of strawberries and cologne still attached to it.

you bat your eyelashes, looking at the jacket, and then at him, “you didn’t have t— ”

“you’re cold”, he interrupts you and says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, avoiding eye contact with you.

hesitantly, your fingers brush the soft material of the jacket, “what about you? aren’t you cold?”

niki just scoffs, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pockets, “i’m fine.”

oh, he has to be the biggest liar known to mankind you think because you can tell he’s already rubbing his arms against the cold, but he refuses to admit it.

instead, you slip into the safety of his jacket, letting it drape over your shoulders. it’s oversized and loose— hugging your body completely, reassuring you that you’ll stay warm.

your lips mumble a small, “thanks,” only for him to hear.

niki shrugs nonchalantly, his gaze still avoiding you, “it’s whatever,” but you could see his ears betraying him. you bite back a smile, thinking about how wholesome he really is underneath that cold façade he portrays.

the two of you walk in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, but there’s something about the way he keeps sneaking glances at you, like he’s checking to make sure the jacket is actually helping— the thought alone makes your heart content.

after some time, the wind picks up and your boyfriend finally lets out a quiet sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his hoodie, “you’re shivering,” you point out, noticing how uneasy he looks.

“i told you, i’m fine,” his voice comes out as a murmur, another lie.

you jokingly roll your eyes and unconsciously reach out, tugging at the sleeve of his hoodie. “come here, cutie.”

the pet name almost makes him stumble on his words as he utters a small, “why?”

you don’t give him a chance to argue— you just move closer, interlocking your hands with his. his body tenses for half a second, but he doesn’t pull away.

“you gave me your jacket, so let me return the favour.”

your boyfriend has no other option but to accept his fate. his hand slowly flexing again before he lets himself drown in your warmth.

“you know you’re so,” he pauses, unsure of whether to say it or not, “annoying.”

you laugh softly, knowing that his words weren’t true, you just love to tease him, “and yet, you keep giving me your jacket,” you reply back, resting your head against his shoulder.

niki doesn’t reply, he just lets you stay close and he can feel the warmth in his cheeks increasing by the second. but then he does something unexpected, he grabs you by the waist and softly pecks your lips.

you breath is stuck in your throat, mouth agape after pulling back. his gaze flickers to yours, full of love, waiting for you to react.

“did you just kiss m—”

“yes i did, and i would do it again a thousand times,” he says, before cupping your jaw and savouring your lips one more time, capturing you in warmth only he could give you.

리 𓈒 for @chrrific 💌

© isoobie + taglist open

[arkaiveofurown]

Hi! I hope you're doing well.

I was wondering if you could write a oneshot featuring Sanji? It would be set in an established relationship where Sanji and the reader have been struggling to find time together due to their busy schedules. After a long week, Sanji finds the reader exhausted and suggests they take a bath together—both to relax and finally spend some quality time.

Could the reader be introverted and a bit shy? Thanks in advance! And if this isn’t something you’d like to write, no worries at all!

Steam and Silence

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

After a grueling week of separate duties aboard the Sunny, Sanji finds you passed out at the kitchen counter late at night. Realizing how little time you've had for each other, he proposes something simple, tender—and overdue: a warm bath, shared in peace.

Word Count: ~2,000

tags: fluff, established relationship

my masterlist here ♡

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a/n: thank you for this wholesome request! the whole busy schedules thing with a shy reader and a chill bath scene sounds really cute!!

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The galley was quiet. The kind of quiet that only came when everyone else had gone to bed, their laughter now a memory echoing faintly in the beams of the Sunny.

Sanji walked in with the soft sound of his shoes brushing the floor. He carried a cloth over one shoulder, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. The scent of miso still lingered in the air, and the lights were dimmed low.

Then he saw you.

Your body was curled over the kitchen counter, your arms folded into a pillow beneath your head. You were completely still, save for the gentle rise and fall of your back with each breath. A few strands of hair clung to your cheek, and your shoulders rose slightly when he approached.

Sanji’s chest tightened.

He crouched beside you slowly, setting his cigarette down in an ashtray without a sound. One hand reached to brush the hair away from your face, fingers gentle as he touched your temple.

“Ma belle…” he whispered. “You fell asleep waiting again, didn’t you?”

Your eyes fluttered open, still dazed and heavy with sleep. You blinked up at him, confused.

“Sanji?”

He smiled and stroked your knuckles with his thumb. “Yes, it’s me. You were out cold.”

You sat up quickly, eyes widening with embarrassment. “I… I didn’t mean to. I was just resting for a second. I was going to... I was going to bring you something sweet. A snack.”

Your voice cracked from dryness, and you looked away quickly, cheeks already turning pink.

Sanji tilted his head and gave you a look that was all fondness.

“I’d rather have you resting properly than falling asleep on the counter like this,” he said softly. “You’ve been running yourself ragged. We both have.”

You looked down at your lap. The words were hard to say when you felt this exposed, this tired. “We haven’t really… talked this week.”

Sanji leaned in closer. “I’ve missed you.”

You nodded once, biting your lip.

There was a long pause before he spoke again. His voice was softer now, almost hesitant.

“Would you… let me take care of you tonight?”

You blinked at him.

“I was thinking,” he continued. “We could share a bath. Just you and me. No interruptions. No cooking. No crewmates barging in. Just time for us. If that’s okay with you.”

Your eyes widened slightly.

“A bath?” you repeated.

Sanji’s smile grew gentle. “Yes. A real bath. Warm water. Candles, maybe. Quiet time.”

You hesitated. Your fingers curled slightly in your lap.

He didn’t push. He simply waited, patient as ever.

And when you finally nodded, still flushed, still unsure how to meet his eyes, he reached out and brushed your hand again.

“Come on then,” he said with a low chuckle. “Let’s warm you up.”

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The bathroom was already warm when you stepped inside, towel clutched tightly in your arms. The steam curled around your skin the moment you entered. Sanji had lit a few candles and dimmed the overhead lights, letting the space glow in soft amber.

You stood near the door for a moment, unsure what to do with your hands or how to hold your towel in a way that didn’t feel silly. Your pulse was thudding a little too fast, and your thoughts felt knotted together.

Sanji turned toward you from where he knelt by the tub, sleeves rolled up, testing the water temperature. He looked up when he saw you.

His eyes softened.

“You don’t have to be nervous, ma chérie,” he said.

You gave a small, nervous laugh, your gaze flicking to the tiles. “I just… I’ve never really done this before. Shared a bath, I mean.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he said. “You know that.”

You nodded, trying to calm your heart.

When he offered you his hand, you took it slowly.

The water was the perfect temperature. Warm, soothing. It welcomed you like an embrace.

You sat at one end of the tub, wrapping your arms around your knees at first. You were careful not to make too much noise, not to splash.

Sanji slipped in beside you, sighing as the heat hit his skin.

For a long moment, you didn’t say anything. You just let yourself feel the water around you, the soft glow of the room, the steady presence of the man you loved sitting quietly nearby.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” he murmured eventually, voice low and rich.

You gave him a shy glance, cheeks still tinged with warmth. “I just don’t know what to say. I’m not… I’m not always good at things like this.”

“I know,” he said, and there was nothing teasing in his tone. “And that’s why I love you. You don’t have to say much for me to understand.”

You lowered your gaze again, shoulders slowly easing.

He reached for a cup, gently scooped up some water, and let it pour over your shoulders. The sensation made you shiver, but you didn’t pull away.

“I want you to relax,” he said. “Let me help.”

And so, you did.

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Sanji’s hand lingered on your shoulder as he slowly poured water down your back. His touch wasn’t rushed, and his movements were deliberate, like he was trying to speak through them. You closed your eyes, head tilted forward slightly, letting the warmth seep into your muscles.

“You always stay until the last dish is done,” he said after a moment. “Even when you don’t say anything. I watch you.”

You swallowed thickly. “I just… don’t like feeling in the way.”

“You’re not,” he said without hesitation. “You never are.”

You kept your gaze low, your fingers resting on the edge of the tub. “Sometimes I feel like… if I talk too much, or ask for too much, I’ll be a burden. You already have so much on your plate. Cooking. The crew. Captain’s moods.”

Sanji was quiet, letting your words settle.

Then, gently, he moved behind you. His chest against your back. His arms wrapped loosely around your middle—not to trap, but to shelter.

“Mon trésor,” he murmured into your damp hair. “You could ask for the moon, and I would try to get it for you. But I know. I know it’s hard for you to take up space.”

Your voice was barely audible. “It is.”

“And still,” he said softly, “you’re brave enough to share this moment with me. That means everything.”

You turned your face slightly, just enough that your temple brushed his jaw. Your voice shook. “You make it feel safe.”

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The warmth of the bath lulled you into stillness, but Sanji didn’t let the intimacy become routine. He kept you in the moment, tender and present.

He reached for a sponge and gently ran it down your arm. “Do you remember when you first joined us? You barely said ten words to me.”

You made a small, shy noise. “You… flirted a lot.”

“I still do.”

You smiled faintly. “I didn’t know how to respond. Everyone else was loud. Confident.”

“I noticed how you only spoke when the kitchen was empty. How you always brought your dish back quietly, like you were trying not to be noticed.”

You shrugged slightly. “I just… I don’t want to make a scene.”

“You’re not a scene,” Sanji said, voice warm and serious. “You’re the part of the day I look forward to.”

You felt yourself blush fiercely again, and instinctively started to duck your head.

But this time, his hand came up gently, guiding your chin to face him.

“You don’t have to hide that from me,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to be seen. All of you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t used to being looked at like that—so steady, so accepting.

You blinked, tears suddenly threatening. “I’m not always good at love. I don’t always know how to say it.”

Sanji kissed your knuckles. “Then show it the way you always do. In small ways. I’ll recognize them.”

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Eventually, you found yourselves sharing small jokes. Soft things, nothing loud. You were wrapped in each other’s arms now, facing one another. His knees bent slightly beneath yours, toes brushing in the bathwater.

You shyly traced a droplet down his chest, and he shivered.

“That tickles,” he said with mock offense. “You trying to seduce me?”

Your cheeks turned crimson. “No—! I mean… I didn’t…”

Sanji chuckled and caught your hand in his, kissing the inside of your palm.

“I’m teasing, ma chérie. Don’t panic.”

You huffed softly and looked down. “I’m not good at teasing either.”

“You don’t have to be. You just have to be you. That’s more than enough.”

He leaned forward and kissed your nose.

“You’re more romantic than you think, you know,” he added. “Just by letting me hold you like this. That’s romance to me.”

Your heart fluttered.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“For what?”

“For waiting until I was ready.”

He smiled. “I’d wait forever if I had to.”

You didn’t say anything else. You didn’t have to. You just rested your forehead against his, breath warm between you, and let the silence cradle you both. The water had begun to cool, but neither of you minded. In that soft bubble of time, there was no kitchen, no noise, no missed moments—only the gentle rhythm of shared breath.

Eventually, Sanji shifted, brushing a hand through your damp hair with the same tenderness he used when folding dough.

“Come on, ma chérie,” he said softly. “Let’s get you warm.”

He helped you out of the tub with care, wrapping you in a towel and guiding you back to the room. You barely spoke—your body heavy with comfort, your heart light with something else entirely. He sat you on the bed and knelt before you, gently drying your hair with practiced hands. His shirt hung long over your knees, sleeves swallowing your arms.

The air in the room was cool, but his touch remained warm.

“Better?” he asked, brushing the towel behind your ear.

You nodded. “Much.”

You didn’t need to say how grounded you felt now. He could see it in the way you leaned into his touch, in the way your fingers brushed his when he passed you a mug of warm tea.

That night, curled in bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest, the world felt impossibly quiet. You could hear his heartbeat. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. You drifted off first, still wearing his shirt, fingers curled gently against his side.

Sanji stayed awake a little longer, one hand tracing slow, absentminded circles across your back.

Memorizing the sound of your breathing.

Like he never wanted to forget this softness—this proof that time had finally, mercifully, made room for the two of you.

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The next morning, the kitchen was alive again. Luffy shouting for meat, Zoro grumbling about noise, and Usopp describing a dream involving sky rabbits and a flying frying pan.

You sat at the counter, sipping from a warm cup Sanji had made just for you.

Robin passed behind you, her voice low and amused. “You look rested.”

You flushed and looked down at your cup.

Nami smirked over her shoulder. “Someone finally got a full night’s sleep.”

Even Zoro gave a grunt that might have been a smirk.

Sanji slid a plate in front of you—your favorite breakfast, plated with care.

“Let them tease,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of the talking today. You just smile for me.”

You looked up at him. And smiled.

It was small, shy.

But it was real.

In that gentle, quiet moment—like the steam rising from your cup and the soft silence between words—Sanji saw everything he had been waiting for.

[wendichester]

May I request a Dean x Reader? I was thinking about them being in a relationship since YEARS and it’s now settled at season 15 (?) or so; reader and Dean are in a motel bathroom and reader is cutting dean’s hair when they notice some gray hair and idk i was just thinking about them pointing that out and cutely teasing him.

Thank you if you’ll do it❤️

P.S. I love your blog so so much you can’t even imagine!!❤️

⋆.˚ ★ silver fox-ish,

summary. dean first gray hair is something to celebrate.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 409

notes. dean is forever wholesome! thank you for requesting this cutie 🩷

The tiny bathroom is barely big enough for the two of you. The buzzing of clippers fills the air, mixing with the faint sound of classic rock playing on the radio perched on the motel’s peeling countertop. Dean sits on the closed toilet lid, his legs spread wide, his hands resting on his thighs. You’re standing behind him, focused on your task, the scissors snipping at his hair with practiced ease.

“Man, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” Dean mutters, though there’s a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You trust me, don’t you?” you tease, tilting his head gently to the side so you can trim around his ear.

“Yeah, but if I end up looking like a damn porcupine, we’re gonna have words.”

You laugh, your fingers carding through his hair to check for uneven spots. “Relax. I’m good at this.”

As you comb through the strands, something catches your eye—a faint glimmer against the warm brown. You pause, leaning closer, your lips quirking up.

“Well, well,” you say, your voice laced with amusement. “What do we have here?”

Dean glances up at you in the mirror, his brows furrowed. “What?”

You pluck a single gray strand from his hair and hold it up for him to see. “Your first gray hair, old man.”

Dean groans, leaning back against the wall. “Aw, come on. Seriously?”

“Seriously.” You’re grinning now, twirling the strand between your fingers like it’s a prize. “I always knew this day would come, but I didn’t think it’d happen this soon.”

“Soon? I’m in my forties! That’s ancient in hunter years,” he retorts, though the way his ears flush gives away his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, silver fox,” you tease, leaning down so your chin rests on his shoulder. “I think it’s sexy.”

He snorts. “Yeah, sure. Next thing I know, you’ll be swapping my pie for applesauce and signing me up for bingo night.”

You laugh, kissing his temple. “You’re still Dean Winchester. Gray hair or not, you’re the handsomest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Dean huffs, but his lips twitch into a smile. “You'll never stop being a brat,”

“You can bet on that,” you say, giving his hair a final ruffle.

As you step back to admire your handiwork, Dean catches your wrist, pulling you down into his lap. His green eyes lock with yours, soft and full of something that feels like home.

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[luvv1anime]

hey...uhh soo like I was thinking you could write a short thing like.. bakuogu and his girl are doing a school project and she says kat...I don't think this is gunna work for us.. i think we need to break up- sqeezes, and bakugou thinks they are actually breaking up.. but the whole time she was talking about the project.. like..just somthing wholesome and a bit funny to me.. yk?

Hii sorry this took so long ive been busy and im not rlly a writer so i had no clue how to approach this so i hope its good and what you were looking for!!

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The dorm common room was quiet except for the scratch of pencils and the occasional frustrated groan from Bakugou.

“Ugh,” you muttered, flipping through yet another page of notes. “This whole project is a mess.”

Bakugou, seated beside you, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, glared at the stack of half-finished poster boards like they had personally insulted him.

“We’ve been at this for hours,” he muttered. “It’s fine. We’ll just blow the rest out tomorrow morning.”

You sighed and set your pen down. “Kat…”

“Hm?” he looked up at you, waiting.

“I don’t think this is gonna work for us.”

Bakugou blinked. His whole body stilled. “…What?”

“I just think it’s not clicking, y’know? Like maybe we’re not as good a team as we thought,” you continued, voice soft but serious.

His jaw tightened. “Tch… so that’s it? You’re giving up on us just because of one dumb project?”

You paused, squinting at him. “Wait. What do you think I’m talking about?”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened. “Us, dammit! You said— ‘this isn’t gonna work for us’— what the hell else would you mean?!”

You stared for a second… then burst out laughing. “Katsuki! I meant the project! Like, the concept? The volcano and the cardboard city? It sucks! I wasn’t breaking up with you!”

Bakugou’s face went red in a flash. “Hah?! The hell kinda way is that to word it?! Who starts a sentence like that?!”

“You!” you giggled, nudging his arm. “You’re the dramatic one, remember?”

He grumbled something under his breath, arms still crossed—but you caught the tiny smile he was hiding.

“You’re an idiot,” he muttered, ears still pink.

“And you love me.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.

You were still giggling when Bakugou snatched the pencil from your hand and tossed it onto the table.

“Hey!” you protested, half-laughing, half-whining.

“Shut up,” he muttered, but there was no heat behind it. His eyes were still a little wide from earlier, still slightly red around the edges like he was holding back more emotions than he knew how to handle.

You tilted your head at him, smile softening. “You really thought I was breaking up with you?”

He grunted. “It sounded like it, okay? Don’t look at me like I’m some kinda dumbass.”

You reached over and took his hand, threading your fingers through his, warm and sure. “You’re not a dumbass, Katsuki.”

He didn’t say anything at first—just gave your hand a light squeeze, eyes flicking down to where your fingers fit perfectly in his. Then his voice, low and a little rough: “You scare the hell outta me sometimes, y’know that?”

Your smile widened. “Me? Scary? That’s rich coming from you, Mister I-explode-first-ask-questions-later.”

Bakugou snorted. “Tch. Yeah, well. Doesn’t mean I wanna lose you over a dumb science project.”

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, quick and soft. “You won’t. Not unless you somehow manage to blow up the dorm during this thing.”

A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “No promises.”

You both laughed, and somehow, the broken cardboard volcano and the crumpled poster didn’t seem so bad anymore. It wasn’t perfect—but neither were either of you. And that was kind of the point.

“Let’s ditch the cardboard,” you said. “We’ll do a digital presentation instead. Less mess.”

Bakugou nodded. “And less chance of setting off the smoke alarm.”

He tugged you a little closer and rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, voice low. “Next time, start with ‘this project sucks’ instead of ‘we need to break up.’ Got it?”

You grinned. “Got it. Wouldn’t want to traumatize my boyfriend again.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Damn right.”

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[bvrnesher]

the fact you have no harry potter requests scare me. anyway just know I'll probably be spamming requests every day (sorry)

I really want more ron weasley (I'll take anything wholesome) like imagine spending christmas at the burrow!!! and having to sneak around the creaky floors because Molly doesn't want you sleeping in the same room

❝ Sneaky visits ! ❞ ― ron weasley !

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warnings: fluff. comfort. domestic chaos. sweet kisses. soft!ron. light humor.

— ✦ pairing: ronald weasley ! fem. reader

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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘 and citrus hit your nose the moment your boots met the creaky floorboards of the Burrow—home of the very chaotic, very lovable Weasley family.

Fairy lights blinked lazily while floating brooms swept the floors in sync with dishrags scrubbing countertops like it was some kind of magical symphony of domestic chaos.

A soft breath escaped your lips, cold and quiet, right as a smile threatened to tug at your mouth. Your eyes swept over the familiar space.

You took one careful step forward, boots making the wood groan beneath you, and gave your body a little shake, brushing snow off your warm clothes. It hit the ground with a soft pat, melting almost instantly into the heat spilling from the crackling fireplace—where flames danced peacefully in total contrast to the mess of Christmas decorations scattered near the hearth.

You gently pushed the door closed, but of course it had to groan like a banshee, announcing your arrival with zero subtlety and absolutely ruining any chance of a surprise entrance.

The surprise was yours instead.

Loud, hurried footsteps thundered down the stairs.

You turned, lifting your head just in time to catch sight of a shock of red hair darting toward you like Longbottom fleeing from Snape.

Ron. Your Ron.

You gave him a sheepish smile—half guilty, half shy—with a little shrug that screamed “surprise?”

His eyes, already wide, went impossibly wider. And then that grin—that grin—spread across his face like it couldn’t wait another second.

Guess you had surprised him after all.

You opened your mouth to say something, your voice ready to spill out a gentle hi—but the words never made it. His hands were already cupping your frozen cheeks, and suddenly, your lips weren’t yours to use.

Second surprise of the day.

You smiled against his kiss, which ended with a quick peck to your cheek before he tucked his face into the curve of your neck like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbled into your neck, voice muffled and shaky as he started to pepper kisses along your skin.

“Molly invited me to spend Christmas with you guys,” you answered, gently pressing your hands to his chest to put just a little space between you.

He gave you a slightly embarrassed smile, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while the other stayed firm at your waist, keeping you close—but not close enough, if you asked him.

The second your words really sank in, something shifted in his face—equal parts excitement and disbelief.

He raised a brow, voice full of pure Ron energy: “We’re talking about my mum? Because that… doesn’t sound at all like something my mum would do.” He paused, and a teasing smile curled on his lips. “In fact, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even like you eno—”

You smacked the back of his head.

“She likes me more than she likes you,” you muttered under your breath.

Ron let out a dramatic groan, rubbing the back of his head like you’d just knocked a bludger into him.

“That was assault, you know,” he muttered, his bottom lip jutting out in the most ridiculous pout. “I could report you to the Ministry for magical domestic violence.”

You rolled your eyes. “Shame we don’t live together, huh? Doesn’t count as domestic.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, because of course you did.

He laughed—that snorty, half-suppressed laugh that always made you want to bottle it up and save it for rainy days. And then—of course—he had to go and make it worse.

Both arms wrapped around you without warning and suddenly, your feet weren’t on the ground anymore.

You let out a startled little squeak that was definitely not dignified.

“I missed you,” he whispered as he set you back down, gentle like you were something breakable.

“Not more than I missed you,” you murmured, fingers threading into his hair—still messy, still warm, still softer than you remembered.

And for just a moment, the world hit pause.

The creaking floors, the wind outside, the distant clatter of pans in the kitchen—all of it melted away.

But peace and quiet in the Burrow? Yeah. As if.

“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!” Molly’s voice rang out from somewhere deep in the house, sounding halfway between war cry and welcome. “IS THAT YOU AT THE DOOR? AND WHO ARE YOU WITH?”

Ron tensed like she’d just caught him red-handed sneaking out after curfew.

“Oh no,” he whispered like he was sharing a prison cell with you. “She’s gonna get excited. Then she’s gonna ask if you’ve eaten. And if you haven’t eaten, she’s gonna make you three full meals.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And if I have eaten?”

“She’ll make two more. Just to be safe.”

You didn’t even get a chance to laugh—because the Molly Weasley experience had just entered the chat.

Her silhouette rounded the corner with a dramatic gasp, eyes going wide the second she saw you.

“Oh, darling! You’re here! And without warning—honestly!” she scolded, even as her arms wrapped around you in a hug that could only be described as life-threatening.

You made a muffled sound somewhere between “hi” and “help.”

“Told you,” Ron muttered behind you, not even trying to hide his smirk.

After a flurry of cheek kisses, bone-crushing affection, and rapid-fire plans involving hot chocolate, Molly turned to Ron with a look.

Not a look. The look.

“And you, young man, will be sleeping in your own room tonight. Don’t think I don’t know how your brain works.”

Then she turned back to you, all maternal warmth and boss-level charm, hands landing gently on your shoulders.

“You’ll be staying in Ginny’s room, sweetheart. It’s all ready for you.” A beat. Then—eyes flicking between you and Ron—“And if I catch even one of you sneaking around to do Merlin-knows-what—”

You flushed so hard you were surprised your face didn’t combust.

“Mum!” Ron practically shouted, horror written across every freckle. “We’re not Percy and his seventh-year girlfriend!”

“Don’t drag your brother into this,” Molly huffed, already marching off like a one-woman army of festive chaos.

Silence.

Then Ron slowly turned toward you with the energy of someone accepting a tragic, unavoidable fate.

“So... plan B?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”

“Sneaking around the loudest, creakiest house in the magical world.”

A grin tugged at your lips—sharp, wicked, absolutely in. “Perfect. I live for danger.”

Ron kissed your temple, laced his fingers through yours, and whispered like it was a sacred oath:

“Then welcome to the most dangerous mission since Fred and George tried to steal the Christmas pudding.”

You both started up the stairs in hushed giggles, dodging garlands and rogue gnome ornaments.

The stairs creaked like they had a personal vendetta against you.

You and Ron froze in sync halfway up the second flight—your hands still intertwined, your breath caught like two kids caught red-handed sneaking biscuits before dinner.

Ron leaned in, his voice a whisper against your ear. “That step always squeaks. It’s like… cursed or something.”

You nodded solemnly. “A protection charm. Designed by Molly Weasley to keep hormonal teenagers in line.”

He huffed a laugh but clamped a hand over his mouth right after. “Shhh—don’t make me laugh. She’ll hear. She always hears.”

You waited a beat, listening. Nothing but the crackle of the fire downstairs and the distant sound of George laughing at something on the wireless.

You took another step. It groaned like a ghost with a grudge.

Ron winced, looked up at the ceiling like he was begging the universe for mercy, and then shot you a look. “Alright, new plan. I go first. If I fall through the floor, save yourself.”

“Chivalrous. But we both know you’d trip over your own feet and take me down with you.”

“Probably,” he admitted with a sheepish smile, then motioned for you to follow him.

The two of you finally reached the upstairs landing, where dim fairy lights still blinked lazily along the banister, casting a soft golden glow across the walls.

Ginny’s door was just ahead.

But Ron didn’t stop there.

He tugged you past it—past Bill’s old room, past the crooked family portrait wall—and into his own bedroom, gently closing the door behind you with exaggerated care.

You blinked. “I thought your mum said—”

“She definitely said,” he cut in. “But hear me out.”

You crossed your arms. “This should be good.”

“I thought maybe,” he started, rubbing the back of his neck like it was a nervous tic wired into his DNA, “we could just talk a while. You know. Before sneaking you back to Ginny’s. Like... fifteen minutes. Tops.”

You stared at him, and something warm bloomed in your chest.

There was his bed, slightly messy. A weird assortment of Chudley Cannons memorabilia scattered across every surface. A half-eaten chocolate frog on the desk. A single slipper with no known partner. And Ron, standing there like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands, like maybe asking you to sit on his bed was the equivalent of proposing marriage.

You smiled and walked in, sitting down with a soft floomp onto the edge of the bed.

Fifteen minutes, huh?

Ron sat beside you, just close enough for his knee to brush against yours. For a moment, the quiet returned—warm, comfortable, humming with all the unspoken things that didn’t need to be said.

He nudged your shoulder with his. “So. Best part of today?”

You tilted your head. “Seeing your face when I walked in.”

His ears turned a very satisfying shade of pink. “Yeah? Same.”

You leaned back on your hands, looking around. “And the worst part?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Mum threatening to separate us like first years caught in a broom closet.”

You laughed, and he did too—soft and quiet and lovely.

Then, after a beat, he reached out, intertwining your fingers again, his thumb brushing lazy circles over your skin.

“I know it’s chaotic here. Loud. A bit overwhelming sometimes. But…” He glanced over at you, his expression shifting into something softer. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You didn’t say anything right away. Just scooted a little closer until your shoulder pressed fully against his. “Me too.”

Another pause. Another little pocket of peace between the cracks of Weasley chaos.

Then—

A floorboard groaned loudly in the hallway. Followed by the unmistakable sound of Molly muttering something about “wandering children” and “for Merlin’s sake.”

You both stiffened.

Ron’s eyes went wide. “Operation: Retreat?”

You nodded. “Go, go, go!”

You bolted out the door hand-in-hand, trying not to giggle, dodging the squeaky step, tiptoeing like pros through the flickering shadows—two partners in crime on a mission to beat Molly’s bedtime patrol.

Because sneaking around the Burrow might’ve been a terrible plan…

But it was also kind of perfect.

Especially with Ron.

a/n: I know it's spring, but I loved the idea and had to do it. ! words count: 1,859

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah, I'm in a terrible mood and I need something cute wholesome to read. Preferably boyfriendrry or husbandrry. Want fluff not angst. Can't handle it at the moment. Help me. I'm kinda dying inside rn

Hiii lovey!! I’m sorry you’re in an off mood I hope this little blurb helps you feel a bit better, I went husbandrry!! Also I’m sending you lots and lots of love babes 💖

CW: None just fluff

Summary: You and Harry have a fun little moment in the middle of a dinner party✨

Harry places his hands on your hips as he stands behind you at the kitchen counter where you’re cutting up fruit to serve with dessert to the small gathering of friends that are currently scattered around the living and dining room. He leans down and places his lips to the side of your neck as his hands squeeze your hips softly.

“Did you see the new piece of jewelry Andrea has on?” Your voice is soft mixture of playful with a hint of excitement as you toss a few cut up strawberries into a bowl.

“No? Where is this new piece of jewelry located?” He questions as he rests his chin on top of your shoulder, he feels your chest vibrate as you let out a chuckle no doubt due to his lack of observation skills. But he can’t be bothered to focus on other people that much while in the same room as you, his wife that still manages to steal all the air from his lungs and his attention the moment you step into the room.

“I’ll give you a hint how about that?” You tease as his arms fully wrap around you while you begin to cut up some watermelon.

“Okay hit me with it love.” He mumbles before placing a kiss to the side of your cheek.

“It’s not around her neck.”

“Baby that’s not much of a hint.”

“Yes it is? I’m narrowing down the options for you.”

“Oh is it her new watch? I saw her checking the time a few minutes into dinner.” Harry knows his answer is wrong by the way you lean back into his hold as you let out a loud laugh that you have to cover with one of your hands so you don’t disturb the people you invited over.

“No but you’re close.” Harry rubs his lips together as he tries to think of the brief interactions he’s had with your dear friend Andrea. You smile as you reach over and grab a bowl to place the cut up watermelon in, giving your finger that has your wedding ring on it a little wiggle that catches Harry’s attention.

“No fucking way.” He says shocked that he didn’t notice an engagement ring on your friend’s hand.

“Yes-did you really not notice how she was holding her wine glass? She was practically putting it on display for everyone to see.”

“Well I don’t make it a habit of looking at other people’s hands when yours are the only ones I’m worried about.” You roll your eyes as he nuzzles his nose against the warm skin of your neck. “Know how they like to wander and all that.” He adds as his hold around your middle tightens making you let out a scoff.

“Oh my hands do the wandering do they?” He lifts his head so you can turn around in his hold, placing your hands on his chest as you look up at him. “Whose hands got dangerously high on my thigh under the table during dinner then?” Harry just gives you a shrug as he leans down and presses his lips to the tip of your nose.

“I didn’t hear you complaining about it?”

“Why would I complain about my husband’s hand on my thigh? I’m just saying you’re the one with the wandering hands not me.”

“I can’t help it I just want to be touching you in someway all the time.” He explains as you reach up on the tips of your toes so you can place a kiss to his cheek making him grin.

“Did you really not notice the giant rock on her finger?” Harry raises an eyebrow as your hands slide up his chest to the back of his neck.

“Giant rock? Bigger than yours or-”

“Harry not everything is a competition.” You answer cutting his question short with a teasing laugh. He lets out a huff as his hands slide lower down your back. “See what I mean about the wandering?” You ask him as he gives your bottom a nice squeeze, he just acts as if he’s not doing anything as he leans down and places his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

“Will you help me with the fruit?” You ask as you pull away, Harry gives your bottom another soft squeeze as he leans back in for a quick peck.

“Sorry baby I’d love to but I’ve got my hands full at the moment.” He says smugly making you laugh and give his chest a playful swat.

“You’re horrible.”

“I know but luckily that’s what my wife loves most about me.” You can’t help but smile as he leans in to place a kiss to your forehead before he loosens his hold on your bottom and slides his hands back up to your hips.

“I do-I love you and your wandering hands.” You tell him before turning back around so you can finish cutting up the fruit.

“I love you too.” He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss to the spot just below it.

[deadghosy]

AND NOW….WHAT WE ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR…. PENGUIN! READER IN COURT.

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER pt.4

Prompt: after lute’s acting out and hell’s celebration. A court was ordered for the custody for you.

“We are here in court today to discuss the home and place that reader should be in” says sera as she eyes Lucifer and his daughter that’s beside him.

Charlie smiles at the thought of winning this time as she smiles at her father who seemed to be a nervous wreck. He is hair was messy but almost kept as he kept fidgeting with his hands.

“Okay let’s start,” she says as she pulls up some cards. “Please no definitions this time.” Sera says strictly. Charlie gulps as she pulls out another bunch of cards. “Okayyy..no defining..but I have kept record on how comfortable they are with the hotel and the residents” she says with a small smile as Lucifer glances at his daughter hoping she could change the seraphim’s mind.

“Do you have any proof of this suppose claim?” Sera says with a raised brow. “Why yes! I do and my dad also has some. Right dad?” Charlie says looking at Lucifer who jumped at the sudden spot light. “Uh- yeah, yeah. I have some proof and rebuttals.” Lucifer says sitting up correctly.

Sera and Emily look at each other as a ball rises into the room. The angels seem to look each other and watch the ball carefully. Charlie smiles ready to show them how you belong in hell with them, for family of course.

“Oh oh oh, I would love to watch this shit show.” Adam says pulling up popcorn out of nowhere as the ball in the court starts to play. Lute grabs two movie glasses to wear with him and herself.

*flashback*

You were sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s bed as he made you another duck toy as you woke up to smell pancakes beside you. You grabbed the pancake and ate them with a cute smile and squeak/quack. Angel busted in the ring leader’s door to grab you up and take you shopping as you got dressed.

Charlie and vaggie were talking downstairs as Lucifer was after Angel trying to pack up reader’s small little bag just incase there is trouble, like a small phone, small juice box, a rubber duck that turns into a monster to protect the penguin. And while type of stuff. Of course Angel rolled his eyes and took it for you as you two exit the hotel with vaggie and Charlie saying bad. You looked visibly happy as Lucifer gave one more goodbye kiss to your forehead.

*end of flashback*

The court chatters seeing such wholesome moments like that in hell. Adam rolls his eyes as lute basically breaks a mug beside her in anger seeing the angels nod and smile.

“How do we not know that you forced them to basically like that shit show of your hotel? You bride them with something?” Adam says rolling his eyes “Probably threaten them like the bastards you are.” Lute says as she glares longer at the two Morningstars.

The angels whisper gossiping about this. Charlie looks nervous as Lucifer looked as if he got sent to a death sentence. But Charlie then stood up with a nice compute looking around. “Don’t you ever think about what they want?! They’re our friend, heck even our family at most. PLEASEE…we just want them to be here with people they feel comfortable and loved around.”

“BLAH BLAH BLAH!” Someone says, ruining the soft moment as the court looks at Adam and lute who are scowling at the demon princess. “Why keep spitting these bullshit out your mouth and just admit that heaven is their rightful place? I mean, HAHA- they love me and plus they love the food here even better.” Adam says with a snarky smirk and lute smiling evilly.

Charlie’s demon form was slightly slipping from anger at adam’s words before lucifer had put a hand on his daughter’s shoulder. “Adam, that is no way to talk to my daughter” Lucifer says with a scowl at Adam. Adam just smirks as lute was beside the first man throwing her middle up at him. “Ah please, you’re gods most hated thing to ever exist. Why let an ANGEL, who is supposed to be here, go live with you?”

Charlie opened her mouth to speak, “it was a rhetorical question.” Lute says with blunt venom. Charlie closed her mouth embarrassed. The court whispered and gossiped with a few nods as they did agree you were one of them that accidentally got sent to hell instead of heaven itself. 

Sera felt a heated stare from the devil himself, he kept his deranged look from the stress of this. The last time he had to be in court was when he got sent to his own kingdom.

“DONT you care Sera! They are just a person who can’t control who loves them! They love us…and maybe..you guys as well.” Charlie says as she hesitated on saying how you loved heaven as well. She stared around sera as well as sera closed her eyes not wanting to hear it. Emily glanced at the older seraphim uncomfortably.

Her first sentence made it feel like Deja vu in front of the whole court as Adam exclaimed, “HOLD ON HOW BITCH! You don’t get to sing in court ever! Plus.” He says smirking. “Of course they love us, we’re fucking heaven for crying out loud.” Sera sighs, “Adam, please no interrupting in court.” Adam scoffs sitting back down with lute who glares at Lucifer with full of hate. “Fuckin' bitch.” Adam grumbles under his breath.

Charlie growls under her breath to Adam as she pointed to Adam, “well, what do you have for claiming they even love heaven at all! What and where is your proof.” Adam smirks as lute flies, getting a presentation. “I’m glad you asked bitch, LUTE HIT IT!” “GREAT PLEASURE SIR!” Lute yells back smiling as she starts up the slideshow.

*flashback*

You were cuddled by Adam as he was hand feeding you some of your favorite chips flavor. You made a nice purr sound as you snuggled against Adam, adam’s tough facade faded as his eyes soften. “You like me right? You won’t leave me?” You nodded to Adam as you nuzzled your face in his pudgy body. Adam smiled and looked forward at the tv.

The next day was you and lute having a flying race. With your cute chubby penguin body, you couldn’t fly well. But lute just smiled and picked you up to her chest and starts to fly around heaven. You smiled as you quacked out how beautiful and exciting this felt to fly with someone you deem who you liked. You clearly liked the fresh and heaven air as lute put you to the ground to go get ice cream with you.

*end of flashback*

Adam smiles with a laugh as lute and fist bump at the presentation they made of you basically feeling cozy as heaven here. The angels awe and coo at adam’s part of the flashback as some clapped at the nice friendly encounter you had with lute in the second part.

The court whispers again as Emily and sera look at each other. Emily grabs onto sera’s hand as sera glances at Emily and her hand. And finally at the Morningstars who have a pleading smile as you are beside them playing with a train you. Sera lets out a deep breath and opened her mouth for the whole court to hear.

“The court has spoken. The rightful place the reader belongs in, is……”

CLIFF HANGERRRR💗

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[earthlyangelbby]

Meeting aspiring rockstar!eddie at a hockey game and getting put on the kiss cam together. thnx 4 ur writing! its rlly cute

Word count: 670 Warnings: None just fluff:)!

AN: What a cute idea! Excuse me if I didn't use the right words for what little hockey I actually wrote about I am completely unfamiliar with it outside of Disney channel originals and rom coms. I am so unbelievably happy you enjoy my writing! I hope its everything you wanted:))

You’re not even sure when he sat down. One minute, the seat next to you was empty, the next, it was full of denim and attitude, and this guy with really pretty brown eyes was laughing at his own dumb joke under his breath.

You try not to look. Really, you do. But his hair’s the kind you only see on an old album cover. Dark curls pulled back half heartedly, some still managing to fall into his eyes. When he glances over, it’s with a smile like he already knows you’ve been sneaking glances.

“Cold night for a hockey game,” he says, blowing into his hands. “Or maybe that’s just me regretting not stealing gloves from my friend when I had the chance.”

You hum. “You don’t look like you’re dressed for the cold.”

“I’m not. I’m dressed for the hope that Mike Wheeler’s VIP seats would be near a heater.”

That earns a laugh from you, small but real. “You’re here for Mike?”

He nods. “He’s announcing tonight. Made me take his extra ticket. Said it’d be good for me. Like I needed a little wholesome community violence or something.”

You snort. “Well, welcome to varsity hockey. I’m here cause it's my brother’s team, he's the enforcer.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Number 17?”

You nod, and he lets out a low whistle.

“He’s the one who just checked that poor bastard into next week. Strong kid. I’ll be sure to sit very respectfully next to his sister.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “I’m sure he’d really appreciate that.”

“I aim to impress,” he says, draping his arms over the back of both chairs like he’s making himself at home. His arm is almost behind your shoulders now. Almost.

“So,” he goes on, “are you actually into hockey or is this just sister duty?”

“Bit of both. I’ve learned to cheer when the puck goes in and not ask questions.”

He grins, slow and lazy. “You’re kind of funny.”

“And you’re kind of nosy.”

“Oof,” he says, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. “Wounded. You’re mean when you’re pretty.”

You blink.

He just grins wider. Like he knows what he’s doing to you.

You’re not used to someone this forward, this easy. And it should feel like a line, except the way he says it? Like it’s a simple truth. Like of course you’re pretty. Of course, he noticed.

You sip your soda just to give your hands something to do. “You always flirt with strangers at hockey games?”

He shrugs. “Only when they’ve got really good timing and better smiles.”

Your face is hot now. You hate how warm your cheeks feel under the arena lights.

“I don’t even know your name.”

He opens his mouth but then the jumbotron flickers above.

KISS CAM.

The crowd reacts instantly. Some “ooooh!”s and whistles. You glance up and your heart stumbles.

Because it’s you. It’s you and him.

You stare at the screen. Then at him.

He looks just as surprised but his eyes slide toward yours. A slow smirk spreads across his lips.

You lean in quickly, hand on his shoulder. “We have to,” you whisper. “They’re watching.”

He searches your face for one beat, then says low and steady, “You sure?”

You nod. “Just do it.”

So he does.

His hand catches your jaw like it’s instinct. The kiss is soft but assured. It's not rushed, not performative. Just warm. Intentional. A little longer than it has any right to be. His lips are plush and familiar in a way they shouldn’t be. You feel yourself sink into it for a second too long, and when you finally pull away, your pulse thunders in your ears.

The crowd roars.

He pulls back, breath a little unsteady, and looks at you with something like awe.

“Okay,” he says, voice low. “So, definitely should’ve asked your name first.”

You laugh, dazed. “Yeah. Probably.”

He offers his hand with a stupid grin. “I’m Eddie.”

Thanks for reading :) I love these requests makes my heart happy!!

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Hello there! I'm positively obsessed with your Dr. Robby writings!! I don't know If you'd be down writing one about Dr. Melissa King?? Perhaps when she went to have a quiet moment, and Dr. Langdon found her petting Crosby, the patient's dog, but instead of Langdon, it's the reader? With some wholesome vibes between them, not necessairly romantic, but could be. Thank you so much <33 :D

Yesss!!!! She was so cute during the episode when they were helping deliver that baby! And her smile when she was giving the couple their baby made me smile like stoppppp!!!! Why do I have a crush on everyone in this ER?? LOL Enjoy :D

Soft Spot

Pairing: Dr Melissa King x Surgeon!Reader

Summary: Dr. Melissa King doesn’t seek people out. She doesn’t do small talk, doesn’t hover, doesn’t fill silence with noise. So when she finds a quiet spot in the hospital to sit with Crosby, a trauma patient’s scruffy mutt, the last thing she expects is company. And yet—You find her anyway. Not to interrupt. Just to be there.

The hallway outside Imaging was quiet.

Just the gentle hum of vending machines and the soft rustle of fur beneath Melissa’s fingers as she scratched behind Crosby’s ears.

He was curled up beside her on the bench, tail thumping lazily every few seconds as she let him rest his chin on her knee.

She hadn’t planned to be here. Not really. But after finishing a consult and being told OB had commandeered the only call room she liked, Melissa figured this would do.

Crosby didn’t talk. Crosby didn’t ask questions. Crosby didn’t fill space with unnecessary noise. He was… tolerable.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a half-wrapped granola bar. Broke a tiny piece off.

“Not good for you,” she said. “But I don’t care.”

He took it gently from her hand.

Melissa didn’t smile, exactly. But her posture softened. Just slightly.

Then—“Mind if I sit?”

She looked up.

You were standing at the door, a coffee in one hand, your coat slung over your shoulder, eyes gentle and a little curious.

She blinked. “This isn’t a high-traffic area.”

“Exactly why I came here.” You gave her a small smile. “Didn’t know it was already occupied.”

Melissa hesitated. Then gave the tiniest shrug. “It’s fine.”

You sat down next to her. Not too close. Left space. Let the silence be.

Crosby let out a low huff and shifted his weight, clearly pleased to have two people now watching over him like he was some kind of royalty.

Melissa glanced at you sideways. “You’re good at silence.”

You smiled. “You say that like it’s rare around here.”

“It is,” she replied flatly.

You sipped your coffee. “You like him.”

She looked down at Crosby. “He doesn’t lie. Or interrupt. Or ask me if I’m okay when I’m clearly not.”

You glanced at her then — her expression blank but not cold. Just Melissa. Guarded. Thoughtful.

You nodded. “I can do that too.”

Her gaze slid back to you. Not sharp. Just watching. Measuring. And then, very quietly—“I know.”

You both looked forward again.

Let the stillness settle between you. A shared, welcome silence.

And then—Melissa reached into her pocket again, broke off another piece of granola, and held it halfway between you and the dog.

“He likes company,” she said.

You took the piece from her hand. Gave it to Crosby. He gobbled it up like it was a five-star steak. And Melissa—she didn’t smile. Not really. But her shoulders eased. Her breath slowed. Her hands stopped fidgeting.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you sat there. Fifteen minutes? Thirty? It didn’t matter. What mattered was that Melissa never once told you to leave. She didn’t fill the silence, didn’t try to explain herself or the moment or why she was here with a dog in the middle of her shift. And you didn’t ask. You both just sat.

Crosby eventually let out a low huff and rolled onto his side, paws twitching, tail giving a lazy flop against your shoe. You and Melissa watched him in sync, then glanced at each other like you'd both remembered something at the same time.

“Did you grow up with dogs?” you asked, voice low, careful not to disrupt the air between you.

She nodded slowly. “A beagle. Loud. Obnoxious. Lived to be fifteen.” A beat passed. “I liked him more than most people.”

You smiled softly, nudging your knee slightly toward her. “That checks out.”

Melissa didn’t smile, but something about her expression flickered—like maybe she wanted to. “You’re not annoying,” she said, almost like she was still evaluating it.

“That almost sounded like a compliment,” you teased, letting it land lightly.

“I’m not good at phrasing things like other people do,” she replied bluntly. “But I think you already know that.”

“I do.”

More silence. But this time, it felt different. Not empty. Not distant. Just... natural.

Eventually, Melissa shifted on the ground, tugging her sleeves down as she glanced at the wall clock. “I have to scrub in soon.”

You nodded, brushing your hands on your pants. “Right. Back to reality.”

She stood, smoothing her coat. “Thanks for not talking too much.”

“Thanks for not asking me to leave.”

She paused, looked at you. Her eyes flicked down—first to your coffee cup, then your hands, then slowly back to your face.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you stayed longer,” she said, very quietly.

Your breath caught—just a second. Just enough. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave you a single nod. Turned to go.

But before she could walk away, you added softly, “Hey, Melissa?”

She stopped. Looked over her shoulder.

“Next time Crosby needs a break,” you said, “I’m usually around. I don’t mind the quiet either.”

Her eyes lingered on you, unreadable but not indifferent. And then—“Okay.”

And just like that, she was gone.

But something was still sitting there beside you. Something that looked a lot like the beginning of something more.

[jamsterrr]

P1HARMONY . . . IMAGINES ⭑.ᐟ

P1HARMONY ,, on the perfect date.

( OT6 ) ‘ better together.

contains ‼️ : fluff , slight kissing , ass slapping ( let me know if i’m missing something )

a/n : lowkey didn’t realize how long these are 😟 ,, intak’s is my favorite 🥹‼️ I’m sorry for how bad some of these are 😭 I’ve had this for a couple of weeks and I’ve been trying to get them done, I’ll make up for it I promise 😖💙

link to my masterlist . . . !

KEEHO ‹𝟹 | 기호

The two of you decided to go to a concert, finding the right prices to your favorite artist, sure it was in the middle, but that didn’t matter. Having only been dating for 3 months, and with his strict schedule at times, it was hard to find time. But when he came back to your shared apartment together, the two of you knowing about the concert and the tickets, it was something you could pass up.

The two of you decided to were matching outfits. Going out shopping a couple days before. Drinking smoothies, eating what some would consider ‘ fair food ‘ , sharing kisses and joking. Just enjoying time together.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke as he looked at you, adjusting your skirt slightly, pulling it a little not down your legs. You looked back at him with a smile, checking out him as well, his toned arms, muscles flexed showing through the shirt. And he swore his body wasn’t up to par. “Thank you, the skirt really brings it all together don’t you think?” You asked, he nodded. His toothy smile appearing as he walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, the cold buckle of his belt hitting your stomach.

Keeho grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to yelp, looking at him as he pressed a slight passionate kiss to your lips, you couldn’t help but to return it and kiss back. Your hands gripping onto the males shoulders.

After a couple of minutes, you pulled away as well as him so the two of you could catch your breath. “What was that for?” You asked, he laughed and shook his head. “Just kissing my girlfriend.” The male placed a soft smack to your ass, pulling away and taking your hand. Noticing your red face, but who wouldn’t?

The male opened the car door for you as he got in, starting the car and driving to the venue where the two of you would be seeing the person in concert. During the car ride, the two of you jammed to songs, laughed and told jokes. Your love language. Even though Keeho put sung you, you enjoyed hearing his voice.

“I’m just saying, $25 for some parking is so stupid.” He said, eventually finding a parking spot as you laughed, shaking your head. “I guess it’s just a way for them to make money” you shrugged, finishing the rest of your makeup, applying lipstick. “We already paid damn near $2,000 for some tickets, what do they want from me.” He finished the sentence off with a laugh, parking and shutting off the car. Of course he had to wait for you but after, the two of you held hands, swinging them as you got into the line.

V.I.P 1.

As you waited in line, the two of you talked, him back hugging you and the two of you taking pictures of each other, asking an older lady to take photos of the both of you. It was sweet and wholesome. As well as some people recognizing Keeho, but were totally respectful about the two of your privacies.

The line started to make its way inside, swiping the tickets the two of you grabbing something to drink, perhaps for your vocal cords. Once the two of you made your way to your respected place. Your heart began to fill up with excitement. Seeing your second favorite singer in concert, or just going to concerts and places in general was just so fun.

Keeho held your hand, swaying in the crowd as the stadium began to fill up, some music videos playing before the lights turned off. You looked around and to the male. Seeing such excitement in the males eyes as it was in yours.

And when the concert started it was like a sense of bliss and euphoria. The amazing sounds of the singers voices. It all was truly amazing. You sing along, got sweaty, screamed your heart out, with the male beside you. Holding your hand so the two of you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds of fans. It was all truly something. Truly perfect. Once the concert was over, the two of you made your way out of the building, a big smile on your face. “Babe..?” You mumbled as you looked at him, the male stopped in his tracks, looking at you as he hummed.

“I’m cold..” you whispered, rubbing your arms as the wind blew past you. Keeho laughed and took off your jacket. “I told you to bring a jacket.” He started and you rolled your eyes playfully. “I told you, it was either my outfit or my comfort, and I *had* to pick my outfit, it’s so nice!” You laughed and gently shoved his shoulder as he took off his jacket, allowing you to put it on. You wrapped it carefully around your arms as the jacket basically swallowed you, warming up your body in an instant.

The male softly took your hand and led you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in himself. When the two of you were ready, you both left and headed back to your shared apartment.

The two of you changed your clothes into something comfortable. Fangirling and boying about the concert as you laid comfortably on his chest and his long thin fingers rubbed shapes alongside your arm. “Thank you for today babe..” you mumbled, your eyes falling heavy. He smiled and shook his head, his chest slowly rising and falling as his eyes were closed as well. “It’s no problem, I’m glad we got to do it.” He replied. Your soft breath hitting his neck slightly as you moved your head to that area, a small kiss on his neck before you mumbled the words.

“It was perfect.”

THEO ‹𝟹 | 테오

Fishing was truly not your thing. No matter how much you tried to get used to it. Especially since it was one of your boyfriend’s favorite hobbies and past times. You still weren’t thrilled with the idea of going, but you wanted to at least experience it with him. Once. At least.

“I promise, it’s not as gross as you think!” He said excitedly. You nodded and smiled, looking at him. Doing things he loved always excited him, especially since you two always did things you liked.

“Do I have to touch the worms?” You asked. “Not unless you want to” he smiled and parked at a place. “We have to walk down from here” the male said as you nodded. Once the car was turned off, the both of you got out as Theo grabbed everything you needed. You grabbed the poles and the two of you followed a trail down to the fishing spots. A slight place covered in bush and trees. The spot was shady so the two of you wouldn’t get baked alive in the sun.

You also hauled the cooler that kept your snacks and drinks inside of it before setting the cooler down near the two chairs that Theo unfolded. It was peaceful, it was only you two so you could have some peace and this could be the perfect date for the two of you.

Sitting on the chair, you leaned back as Theo took off the lid to the worms. “I heard these always work better to catch fish, hopefully we can catch something for dinner” he laughed. Your eyes being glued to the lid. “I don’t know.. about that. But maybe” you laughed and leaned over.

Even though you were disgusted, you were still slightly fascinated with it. You watched as Theo’s skillful hands maneuvered his way through the dirt in the small can, wrapping the worm around the hook and tossing it into the water, leaning it on something sturdy so he could help you, who currently had your line tangled.

He laughed at you, helping you with the line. “Want to touch the worm?” The male asked as you shook your head fast. Did you really want to? Maybe. Were you going to? No. “Never, can you do it please~” you gently jumped as you looked at the slimy things, dig into the dirt, poor insects.

Theo laughed and nodded, doing the same thing for you he did for him. You stood up and picked up the pole once it was ready, tossing it into the water, using the techniques the male taught you. And some of the videos you watched on YouTube.

The rest of the fishing trip went okay, Theo attempting to throw some worms on you. You catching a fish. “Let’s put it back!” You shouted with soft eyes. “But we can sell him, make money~” Theo pleaded as the fish flopped around in the bucket. You shook your head and pouted.

“But he probably has a family, please.” You said, grabbing into his arm, gently tugging it before Theo gave in and let you toss the fish back into the water.

After that, every fish that Theo caught, he made sure to calculate it, take a picture and toss it back into the water after he’d look at your soft eyes. “I’m never taking you with me again” the male joked as the both of you carried the things back to the car. Setting them in their correct places so nothing would tip over. Theo shut the trunk of the car and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes staring at you. “I’m glad you at least decided to come with me..” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

“Even though everything was gross, I had the time of my life..” you started, pressing a kiss to his lips back. “But next time, I’m picking the date.”

JIUNG ‹𝟹 | 지웅

"I have nothing to wear!" You shouted, leaning your head on the closet door, puffing your cheeks. Your boyfriend, putting lotion on his body after his shower. You were currently wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping slightly as you checked around. It wasn't like you *didn't* have anything to wear. But you truthfully did need new clothes. Jiung laughed, his smile being seen even in the back of your mind.

His towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked at you. "Babe, there are so many clothes there, you can find something" he laughed. You looked at him, a slight glare. "Says the one with the best clothes" you frowned, staring at your clothes. "All of these suck.. old, old, holes, old. I have nothing!" You shouted, a slight fit being thrown by you.

Jiung hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about we go shopping for you, get some food. That way we can have a nice day and you can get clothes out of it?" The male suggested as you turned around to look at him. Thinking, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Okay!" You shouted. He smiled and stood up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Get dressed so we can go" he spoke softly and you nodded. A smile on your face.

You loved shopping, especially with Jiung. By the evident look of your outfit, you loved his clothes. His style. Truthfully everything about him. You were both now walking into a favorite store of yours. Jiung set on finding you some new clothes. The fabric of his jacket clinging to you. Picking something out he thought you might like. A black jean jacket. You looked at it and smiled. "Oh, that's cute! It would go amazing with my black skirt" you mentioned and he nodded, very well accustomed to the skirt all a little too well.

You continued looking around the store. Finding jackets, t-shirts, hats and pants to please your mind and body. Jiung was carrying the bags. Looking around the store, finding a cute and sparkly 4 leaf clover. "Oh, this is cute.." the male said with a soft smile as you looked at the clover. "It would look so good on you" you smiled, gently taking it. "I'll buy it for you" you smiled and he nodded. "Thank you" he said with a soft mumble.  The two of you continued to look around the store for a while.

Finally checking out after the two of you found everything you could possibly get. Spending at least 3 months rent on clothes. You carried a few bags even though Jiung refused to let you, smiling softly. The two of you made your way to the food court in the mall, getting some food as the two of you sat down, your head resting on the males shoulder.

"Thank you for today, you're such a sweetheart" you said softly, a soft kiss being placed on your cheek. "It's okay baby, I enjoy spending the time with you, and spoiling you" the male said as you chuckled. And it was true. You were both spoiled in love and in presents.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of your food, smiling as you took a piece of his food, taking a bite. "Hey~!" He shouted slightly, chuckling before humming. Doing the same to you.

Going back to the apartment the two of you shared, going back and trying on your clothes. Jiung leaned back and watched you try on the clothes, giving small opinions, majority of them good.

You laughed as you gently grabbed one of his bucket hats, the black one. Making your way over to him as you sat in his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. You gently placed the pin into the center of the hat, putting it on the males head before placing a soft kiss on his nose and his lips. "There you go. Something lucky for my lucky boy.." you said softly.

He looked at you, his eye smile bright before he gently pulled out a small necklace. Something you must've not noticed. "And a perfect necklace for my perfect woman." He said. Your heart fluttering as you looked at him with only love. Your heart was full, and you loved it.

INTAK ‹𝟹 | 인탁

You could see the frustration on your boyfriend's face. How his eyes furrowed, his fist clenched the pencil in his hand. He was currently in his home office, soft music in the background playing.  He had to write a song, but for some reason he'd been staring at the paper for a while. Only a few words could be seen.

Why was he having such a hard time?

He didn't even notice you leaning on the door frame before he groaned causing a frustrated face wipe to his face, hoping to relax the tension.

You didn't know if it was a good time to go to him and try to help soothe his distraught-ness, or to wait until he noticed you. In thought, Intak had already spun his chair around. His eyes softening when he saw you, his arms gently opening as you walked to him, sitting on his lap as his hands wrapped securely around your waist to hold you there. "Sorry.. I didn't want to interrupt you.." you said softly as he shook your head, dismissing your words.

"You're fine honey, I can't even think of anything to write right now.. so I'd rather spend time with you" he spoke, looking up at you before his head laid on your chest, his breath hitting your open skin as you brought your hands up and rubbed the back of the males head. To him, the feeling of you just rubbing his head, holding him or even just hearing your voice was like 1,000 pounds being lifted off of his shoulder.

"How about, we go out and do something hon?"  He looked at you. "I need to write.." he mumbled and you gently shook your head. "You can't think of anything right now, how about we just walk, get something to eat and maybe something will come to mind hmm?" You said, gently getting off his lap before he puffed his cheeks.

"I do-" he started but you shook your head and gave him a look. He reluctantly got up, nodding. "Okay, but let's be home before 8" he said and you nodded, running off to the room to put on something a little more appropriate than your ass cheek revealing shorts as Intak did the same. Spotting you getting ready and sliding on one of his shirts. "You're so cute." He mumbled as you laughed and shook your head.

Before the two of you knew it you were walking down the streets of Seoul, hand in hand as you looked for a restaurant to eat at, wondering what it was you both were in the mood for.

"How about fried chicken?" The male asked as you shook your head, a soft pout on your lips. "No.. we had that last night" you spoke as he nodded. "Yeah, but you can never go wrong with chicken." You wheezed the males hand. "Stop trying to get home, you are out here to look for your lyrics, look for a muse." Intak sighed, you were right. What would he do without you?

The two of you finally found your way to the restaurant you were heading to. You had already made up your mind on the food you were getting. Beef and broccoli. Yum~

Intak led you to a seat before he went up to order for the two of you as you watched him closely. He was so hard working, and hard on himself. Sometimes too hard on yourself and it made you sad. Watching him stress about lyrics. Erasing, deleting and having to take deep and long breathes just to come back and do it all over again.

Once Intak came back over, you made sure to do any and everything to take his mind off of writing.  You didn't want him to stress too much. Once the food got to the both of you, you ate and chatted. Mostly about random things. Things you wanted to do. And even having drawing competitions.

"No way, I'm such a great drawer!" You shouted, puffing out your cheeks. Intak laughed as he looked at your smile, gently leaning over and cupping your cheeks. "Your smile is what gets me through the day." You blushed and cleared your throat, pushing him gently. "Mmm stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." You rolled your eyes playfully. The male hummed. "You're right." You gasped and he gently pulled you close as you pushed his chest and then hugged him.

This was one of the best times the two of you have had in a while. It was perfect.

After the two of you ate, you got some dessert from an ice cream truck, making your way back to your shared apartment. Your hand on his.

( time skip )

You woke up to the sounds of humming. Getting out of bed you didn't spot Intak beside you. Feeing the empty space before you headed to where the soft hums were coming from. Intak's work space. You stood by the door. "Babe..?" Softly escaping your lips as he looked at you, a bright smile on his face. "What are you doing up at..?" You stopped to look at the clock. "3 am." You stated.

He smiled and ushered you to come and sit on his lap which you gladly did, resting your head on his shoulder, the sleepiness still evident in your movements. "After our date I got inspired.." he started, a small sleepy smile creeping on your face. "And I realized, you're my muse Y/N, I write better when you inspire me. Your smile, your voice. Just everything about you." He spoke.

You sat up to face with, a big smile on your face as your eyes opened. He looked at you and smiled. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me all month." You joked and he playfully rolled his eyes. You cupped his cheeks. "I'm glad I could help."

The male gently leaned in and kissed you, your lips connecting to his before you gently hugged him.

You closed your eyes and let the male continue to work. Not daring to move a muscle so Intak could work and you could sleep.

SOUL ‹𝟹 | 소울

You and Soul stopped by your favorite food place. "What should we get?" You asked, your head laying on his shoulder as the two of you stood in line, gently slides up whenever people would place their order.

"Potatoes.. fries" he mumbled, arms wrapped comfortably around your waist. "Fries?" "Fries." He said and you nodded. Once it was the both of your turns, you ordered a meal for the both of you. Hamburger, basket of fries and two drinks.

Once paid and given your food, the two of you headed to the car, making your way down to the Han River where they were playing music. Multiple people out enjoying their time with significant others, family, pets and even their own children. It always warmed your heart to see others having an amazing time.

Soul carried the white picnic basket that carried the food, as well as a blanket the two of you would be sitting on. After a long week of you working, Soul at practice. The two of you needed a break.

You sat down the picnic basket after taking it from him and the two of you laying the blanket out across the grass. Placing yourself onto the seat, you quickly dug the food out of the bag and set it neatly on the blanket as Soul took a seat beside you.

Gently taking out the food and evenly distributing it between the both of you, you started to eat, enjoying the scenery as you watch Soul stuff a couple of fries in his mouth before he stood up, his body grooving to the music.

"Oh? Lunch and a show?" You teased and laughed as you took a sip of the drink, watching your boyfriend groove and dance to the music. Soul laughed at you, leaning down and grabbing his burger as you stood up, grooving your body to the music that was playing. Hearing the laughter of small kids and just people having a good time in general, you truly enjoyed it.

Soul wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, taking his thumb and wiping some of the sauce from your lip. "Messy." He laughed and you rolled your eyes, gently getting out of his hold.

The two of you sat down, sung to some of the songs and finished the food. Enjoying the sunset before you both packed up and went back to your shared place. Your mind far from any type of problems you had. This day was a perfect day. One you could enjoy with Soul and you planned to keep it that way. It was perfect.

JONGSEOB ‹𝟹 | 종섭

Jongseob grabbed the coins, looking at you as he jingled the cup full with golden tokens to you. “Really, Chuck E. Cheese out of all places?” You laughed, gently ruffling his hair. He gently rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away. “I haven’t been in a while, I think it’ll be fun. Come on!”

You used to come to Chuck E. Cheese a lot as a kid, it was somewhat of a pretty fun memory. “Okay, what should we do first?” You asked as he looked around. Spotting the racing seats open. “Let’s race, if i win. I get to style your hair for a week and vice versa if you win” he says and you him, going to the seats.

Jongseob entered two tokens into the slots, you both picking your characters and starting. The male tried to cheat, reaching over and attempting to tickle you, you moving your body swiftly. But it only backfired on him, causing him to become in 5th place. “Yeah pay attention” you shouted, laughing as you continued to drive, moving slightly to the side.

The game finished and you came in first place. Gasping and laughing as you looked over at the sulking boy. “You will be okay~” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Fine, but nothing too crazy, I don’t want the guys picking on me~” he groaned and you nodded, agreeing to keep it at a minimum… maybe.

The two of you decided on another game. Basketball. Though Jongseob had a bit more of an advantage in height. The two of you continued to shoot the balls, taking your chance in attempting to distract him, but it didn’t work. Hun still beating you by 20 points.

“Ha-! You thought” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as he leaned down and collected the tickets.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his tickets, keeping them in the small purse you were carrying.

You and Jongseob played a few more games; ski ball, ticket collector, fishing, weasels hitting games. All in attempt for a big stuffed animal on the top hanging on the ceiling. “We have to get it” you would say each time your eyes glanced at it. Jongseob agreeing. “We can just put it in the middle of the bed” he smiled, and you agreed.

At the end, the two of you collected around 2,000 tickets. Being able to buy the capybara stuffed animal and a small stick of bubbles. Though you didn’t care for the bubbles too much as you clung to the stuffed animal. Once you got in the car, you tossed the capybara stuffed animal in the backseat gently. Jongseob smiled as the two of you talked about the date over the small sound of music in the background. Your head beating softly from the small headache you had.

But none the less, today was an amazing day.

[bigmacari]

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Amir Beckett x Gen Reader

Romantic Dating Headcanons

☆Warning(s) Mention of Anxiety

☆Author Note(s) Well, here's my two cents and a paper clip. Sorry it's so short, I've been focusing a lot of school lately, and it's killing me. But I hope you still enjoyed it. Warframe is underrated, even so Amir. I need more fanfics on him asap.

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☆ Holy lord this man.

Amir Beckett is a very silly character with some deep emotions going around.

As he says in the game, you are the first person he has been with.

You are his first everything AND YOU SHOULD BE PROUD.

He is willing to give his all to you and his very excited to be your partner.

Amir's love languages are words of affirmations, quality time, and physical touch.

In that order.

☆ This man will compliment you to the moon and back. All the compliments would be in extreme detail too. "I love how your eyes shine like diamonds in the moonlight 🥰" "Your skin is as soft as a baby lamb" LMAO idk some shit like that.

And as you know, he gives you the silliest of nicknames.

Honey bunch, love muffin, baby cakes, snookums, (name) booboo bear, fluffy kins, pumpkin pie, cuddle bug, love nugget, cutie patootie, etc.

I can go on and on, he just never runs out of them.

Amir isn't afraid to compliment you or use corny nicknames in front of the rest of the Hex either. No matter how much they may roll their eyes. I think he just would try extra hard just to annoy them lmao.

☆ Amir loves spending time with you, of course he understands that everyone needs their space though.

No matter what you guys are doing he's happy. Ya'll could just be cuddling and he's over the moon. Though he moves a LOT. Always fidgeting with anything he can get a hold of. You included.

Amir would love playing with your hair, doesn't matter the texture, length, or hairstyle. Amir promises he won't mess up your hair (but sometimes it happens anyways lmao)

Another thing he like to fidget with is your fingers and hands. Especially when you have jewelry on. Oooo let him paint your nails, paint his too!!

Chronic hand holder. Especially if he feels anxious.

Now, if your overwhelmed and don't want him to touch you, he understands. (Can't count how many times that has happened to me)

☆ If you asked him, Amir would totally get in the shower with you. It doesn't have to be anything sensual, it can just be relaxing and wholesome. He'll wash your body and hair, give you a massage, or just kind of hold you and relax.

Wash his hair for sure though, he would love that.

☆ Outside of battle, a lot of time is spent with him is playing video games. Since future isn't familiar with the technology, Amir would have a blast showing you all the video games that he has. Super Smash Bros, Donkey Kong 64, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil 3, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater?? And of course all the arcade games he plays with in the mall.

☆ Before yall go to bed for the night, Amir can be found playing on his game boy for a bit while cuddling you. If he's really into the game, you kinda have to rip it from his hands. Once he actually settles down and tries to sleep, its a whole process.

It takes him a good while to get to sleep. You guys talk for a hit minute while yall cuddle and Amir plays with your hair or gently rubs his hand up and down your back. Even when he's half asleep you can still feel him do it.

When he is finally asleep, the poor thing moves so much. I imagine he can't stay asleep for more than 30 - 45 mins at a time, so he's always tossing and turning. I promise you its the caffeine. Amir's also a huge sleep talker.

It could be about battle, gaming, the hex or you. But he's always mumbling something. You definitely hear a nickname of yours slip out once and a while. Other than that he's not big on snoring. If he does its very light and fades into the background after a while.

Huge cuddler when yall fall asleep but eventually sprawls out and does whatever.

He has nightmares due to stress and anxiety sometimes. I'm not gonna go into huge detail about what I think they are about, but it happens.

☆ As I said earlier, silly character with some deep emotions. Amir does have a panic attack in the game and has mention to had some in the past. So there are times were he will come to you for comfort as you have comforted him in the past.

In the beginning of the relationship, Amir will have some insecurities about not being enough for you. Which leads to reassurance from you. It may take a bit of time, but once he understands that you love him for him, nothing will stop him from treating you the best he can.

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Boyfriend Headcanons • Kn8 Boys

I WANT WHOLESOME FLUFFY STUFFS SO BAD BUT ALL I SEE IS SMUT so I've decided to write some more fluffy things so I can giggle at my writing later. And maybe cringe in a few days.

A/N: This is a bit of a long one

Characters: Kafka Hibino, Reno Ichikawa, Iharu Furuhashi, Aoi Kaguragi, Haruichi Izumo, Soshiro Hoshina, Gen Narumi

※ Kafka Hibino

On a scale of 1-10?

100000000

He gives 110% in any and all situations

Date nights? You bet

Kisses? Anywhere and everywhere

Gifts? Nothing expensive, but always ever so thoughtful

WET kisses (to the cheek) just to mess with you

He LOVES to make you laugh too

And he's full of dad jokes

KING of praise and compliments

Will not, cannot go a day without giving at least three compliments to you

Says "I love you" as many times as he possibly can, and even though he says it a lot, you can always tell he means it, even if it's just over text

He'd also pull out a chair for you at restaurants, even if it's McDonald's or something

He's not the jealous type, but he is a bit insecure about your relationship because he has no idea how someone like you could be into a geezer like him

He will absolutely hold your hand and be a clown about it

If you're walking around, he swings your hand and might even lift your arm up to let you hop off of a sidewalk curb if you're that type of person

Arguments and fights are not something he enjoys, so if a problem ever does arise, he'll never raise his voice, and he tries to calmly discuss the issue(s)

Freaking cuddle monster

Literally and figuratively

He would trust you to know about his Kaiju secret whether you're in or out of the defense force, but only once your relationship becomes serious

And that brings me back to my previous point; he'd absolutely love to cuddle in or out of his kaiju form

I like to think that since his kaiju skin is more like armor or scales, he finds the comfort of your soft skin against his full-bodied hardness

He's also willing to go full kaiju-mode to protect you if you're ever in danger

※ Reno Ichikawa

He's so sweet omg

He's not always shy in your relationship

Not too clingy either

When you start dating, he's more hesitant to do anything in public; holding your hand, any sort of kisses, even simple touches are nerve wracking for him, just because he's not too sure of himself, or if he'd be crossing any boundaries

Once your relationship becomes serious though, he's less reluctant to do things with you in public, but he'll always ask first

He definitely loves little date nights. Nothing too crazy

If you do go out to eat or something, he's the type to say something to the server staff if your order got messed up

A movie and some cuddling king of guy

He likes to bring you little things as gifts, saving the flowers for special occasions and random surprises

Things he likes to gift are things like trinkets, keychains, simple jewelry, even some small cute plushies he thinks you might like

Gods forbid if you're in danger, because he'd let the world freeze over before you ever got hurt and it's kinda hot

※ Iharu Furuhashi

Puppy love puppy love puppy love

Plus, he likes a little teasing

And he's loud. So loud... But it's endearing

He loves to shower you in compliments when you get a private moment, and he loves to make you blush and laugh, especially out in public

He's also the jealous type, but just a little

If someone is trying to hit you up or touch you, he just materializes by your side and puts his arms around your waist and yells something like, "They're taken!"

He dotes on you most of the time, doesn't matter if it's in public or in private, if you show any signs of discomfort or if you say anything as simple as "I'm thirsty," he'll go and immediately get you whatever it is you need

He's the kind of boyfriend to let you drink out of his bottle/cup just so he doesn't have to leave you by yourself

He would also definitely talk your ear off from time to time, mostly ramblings about nothing

You can't convince me he doesn't have at least a sprinkle of ADHD

He's a clingy one, but as soon as you say you want your space, he's two feet away already

Lowkey an unhinged gentleman and respectful

Definitely a cuddle monster

But he bites too

He's not huge on gifts, but only because he's worried you won't like what he brings you

If you so much as mention wanting or liking something, he'll go and get it for you the next chance he gets

He doesn't like arguments as much as Kafka doesn't

He'd try to rationalize and calm you down before he discusses the issue

I like to think that he's more than a little insecure about his combat power, especially since he has to watch his comrades around him grow stronger by the day

If you're ever in danger, he wouldn't hesitate to reach you and do his best to protect you

The issue is I feel like he'd also be the type to sacrifice himself for you, as much as he hates the thought of leaving you alone, he'd rather see you safe then wind up with both of you dead

Happy thoughts...

I have a headcanon for him that if he gets a special weapon or power, it'd be fire themed to further push the "rivals" thing with Ichikawa and he'd probably yap about to you, telling you and Ichikawa that this just heats up their rivalry (no pun intended)

He'd get you a ring too just because he thinks it'd look good on your finger

※ Aoi Kaguragi

Lowkey kinda soft

But also, scary dog privileges

He may be a big boy, but he likes his quiet moments with you

He likes to listen to you talk while he just holds you

He'll nod along and hum here and there, but he makes sure to actively listen, even if he's so comfortable that he could fall asleep

And he every so often might whisper a compliment into your ear

Instead of itemized gifts, he'd bring you coffee or tea, or whatever your favorite food/drink is

That and things that can be of use to you

Being ex-military, he likes to bring you things that you would find useful

He's not a big fan of bringing chocolates and flowers, but he will if it's a special occasion

He likes cuddles, but more than that he likes holding you in his lap with his arms around you

He likes to make you feel warm and protected

He really likes to put his face in your hair too

Not a big date night guy, but he does especially love quality time

This man will shake heaven and earth to protect you

I also have a headcanon that if he gets a special power/weapon that it'll be earth/rock/stone themed

He's the type to carry you if you get injured

He probably also knows at least the basics of first aid as he is ex-military

※ Haruichi Izumo

He is a romantic

He does like his dates, but he won't go anywhere too fancy or expensive, just because he wants you to love him and not his family name or money

The same thing applies to gifts, he won't go out of his way to get anything expensive, but he keeps it thoughtful and simplistic

If you happen to want something badly enough that is on the high-priced side, he'd get that for you just to see you happy

He loves it when you use his first name when you tell him you love him because of this too. It makes him feel special because he is

He loves to give compliments too. From things as simple as, "That looks good on you," to "You make the world better just by being in it."

Can be kind of cheesy with it too

I can also see him reciting poems to you every once in a while, while curled up with you and his face buried in your neck or shoulder

He's the type to bring you a single red rose, or a whole bouquet, and bring new ones whenever yours start to wilt

I also like to think that he would love to stargaze but maybe I'm just projecting

He's also a little bit of a tease

Nothing like Hoshina would be though

He'd tease if he sees a blush, or you get flustered

He also likes to tease with kisses

He likes to go on little coffee or cafe outings

He wouldn't call them dates himself, but they kind of are

Whenever you do go out to something like a restaurant, he'd pull out your chair for you

He, as the others, would absolutely HUNT DOWN any kaiju that dare threaten you

But he'd play it off like "of course I did," afterwards

He's not super cuddly outright, but he'll always be open to it after a rough day or just if you ask

Though he does particularly like to lay his head on your shoulder

He likes the little touches, and doing things like laying in your lap or playing with your hair

※ Soshiro Hoshina

TEASE

In every sense of the word

Teases about everything

And he especially likes it if you can pick back at him

If you manage to fluster him, he's guaranteed to fall into the pit known as "Love" and he will NEVER be able to get out

Not that he wants to

He likes compliments, both giving and receiving, but especially receiving

Tell him that his muscles look good or that he's hot

Stroke his ego, I dare you

He's guaranteed to get you back

He probably wants to take you on dates, and by that, I mean hang around with you all day and maybe cuddle a little bit, but he's too swamped with work most of the time

He's also probably a little reluctant to make your relationship serious just because of the dangerous nature of his work, but he falls just a little bit harder if you still want to be together knowing the risks

Speaking of, he's a big risk taker

In the sense that he'll do things to test you. Everything from a kiss in front of his whole squad to jumping off of a twenty-story building with you in his arms to get away from a kaiju

Honestly, being with him is like being on the craziest roller coaster you've ever seen

He also can be soft

I like to think that he's a cuddler when he's sleepy

I wouldn't say he's necessarily touch-starved, but it's definitely comforting to be able to hold someone at night and have someone to come home to. Especially after particularly dangerous or long missions

He will literally never ever tell you, but you're his little slice of heaven. His sanctuary. His happiness

Danger be damned if you're in trouble. He'll take down a kaiju of any size if you couldn't defend yourself

Then this asshole would poke at you for it. "You really couldn't take that thing down?" While internally worrying about you

※ Gen Narumi

You may as well be dating a goblin

I mean, you signed up for it so you can't exactly complain

He's a gremlin, a creature, a thing, but he's a thing you love

Especially when he's gaming, and he turns to face you with his eyes wide and a handful of chips or junk food hanging from his lips

He reminds me of a lizard somehow

He'd be the type to offer you food only after he's put half of it in his mouth and give just the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen

And then he'd be kind of shocked and impressed if you actually take it out of his mouth

He might clean up his office a little bit for you too, a little bit

He doesn't exactly do dates, but he'd enjoy playing multiplayer games with you

He's also not super big on gifts, but I'd like to think that if you get into a serious relationship, he'd buy a second custom console controller and a second pair of switch controllers for you

I have literally no reason for this one, but he'd LOVE it if you told him his eyes were pretty

He'd fall head over heels with someone who either a) got flustered nearly every time he poked fun, or b) someone who could keep up with his rat antics

In battle, he has faith that you'll be able to help yourself, but he does keep an eye on you and doesn't stray too far if possible

If you end up biting off more than you can chew though, his gun-lance-sword thing will be the only warning you get before that kaiju is in a billion pieces before you

I feel like he'd also do a quick check up on you, like a chaste "You good?" and then bully you (affectionately) similarly to Hoshina

He's also not very cuddly, aside from holding you on his lap or letting you lay your head across his legs every now and then

He'd share a single person sleeping bag with you though

[minminyoonjii]

Helloo!!! First of all I wanted to say, that I hope you make a quick return to tumblr, we need you on here!!!

Second I wanted to ask if you could write little!reader and ot8 going shopping and how each member would be like with you there, would they only get the things that are necessary or also get some stuff that the reader would want like toys?

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Wholesome|Soft Grocery Run|They Notice More Than You Think|Heavy Self Doubt! Little Reader|Sweet Fluffy Yum Yum

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

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You stared at your laptop, watching a new movie, when a knock jolted you out of your focus. "Agi, we're heading out to get stuff. Do you want to come?" Minho asked, smiling at how you made yourself comfortable on the chair. You looked at the screen and back at Minho. Your head is pounding from binge-watching films for the past few hours. "I'm down. Let me get dressed, though," you said, stretching your limbs. Minho hummed, "Don't take too long," he teased, closing the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes, dressing up in casual clothes, a cap and a mask. You didn't have enough energy to match with fans if they noticed you. "Maybe concealer, I look exhausted," you mumbled, evening out your undereyes. You grabbed your necessities and made it out the door. "All of us are going?" you asked, stretching your back. Felix nodded, "Might as well do a group grocery run," he said, opening the van door.

"I made a list in our group chat, add on what you need so we can stay on track," Chan instructed, starting the van. You nodded, looking at the list. The usual shampoo, body wash, some baking ingredients for Felix's baking endeavours, detergent top-up and so on. The ride there was calm, and everyone was still recharging from a whole day of practice the day before. You got out of the car when you reached, your legs beelineing towards the trollies.

You pushed it, following behind Minho. "Focus on the necessities, then we'll see around," he said, following you. You hummed, feeling comfortable enough to react nonverbally. Minho noticed your subtle behaviour and proceeded along the list. The trolley gradually began to fill up. "Hyung, can we get this?" Seungmin asked, holding a bag of Cheetos. Minho noticed it was on sale and nodded. "Go on," he said, watching you instinctively push the trolley towards the toy aisle.

He nudged Seungmin's side, "Gather the others, they wouldn't want to miss this," Minho whispered, keeping his distance from you as he followed behind. You looked around, running your fingers through the plush pile. Your pupils dilated at the sight. Felix beelined towards you, "Do you want something, sweetheart?" he asked, rubbing your back. You pursed your lips, thinking about the plush toys you already have at home and shook your head.

Felix hummed, holding up a wiggling ferret plush, "Doesn't this look like a realistic Jinret, Agi? Don't you want it?" he coaxed, letting you pet the plush. You gulped at the plush, wanting it but trying to rationalise the decision, "It's okay," you whispered, averting your gaze. Felix smiled, hiding the plush behind his back, "Okay, sweetie," he said, ruffling your hair as he placed it into the basket Jisung brought just to get little stuff for you.

"Are we sure this is a good idea? I don't want her to think that we're not respecting her nos'," Felix mumbled, setting the plush in the basket. Chan hummed, "She is lacking in plushes and stuff anyway. Maybe we could introduce them to her one at a time so she doesn't get overwhelmed?" he suggested, holding up a fluffy onesie. Hyunjin nodded, "That sounds like a plan. I want to get her those teething rings. She nipped at most of her hoodie strings," he chuckled, setting some in the basket.

Changbin shushed them, "Look, she's interested in the colouring books," he whispered, making the others notice your observation. They saw how your hand reached out for it, but you ended up hesitating. Jeongin crossed his arms, "Why is she pulling back so much? It's not like we can't afford it," he mumbles, watching you squat down to play with the putty testers. Seungmin pursed his lips, "Maybe she feels guilty for it? Only she and Jisungie have therapy sessions to talk it out. She could be conditioned to it?" he proposed, studying your behaviour.

Jisung perked up, "Right, if we didn't know her, I'd call what we're doing now stalking, but since we do, I guess it's natural observation," he said playfully, adding a blanket into the basket. Changbin looked into the basket, "A blanket, a plush and some teething rings, do they have adult pacifiers here?" he asked, looking around. Minho shook his head, "Only the kids' one. It'd hurt her jaw, we can commission one online," he said, scrolling through Instagram.

Chan hummed, "Commission a bottle too, I'll try looking for adult diapers online," he said, checking his cart. Felix smiled, "We're going all out on this," he chuckled, placing another toy in the cart that you touched but placed back. Jeongin smiled, "It's about time we do, I feel like the secret is behind a glass door," he huffed, grabbing a jar of putty. Hyunjin pushed the other trolley behind you, "Innie, we'll pay for this stuff first. Then once we leave, you pay for the stuff in the basket, okay?" he said, handing the basket to Jeongin.

"Alright, if she asks where I am, tell her I'm hungry and went to get a corndog. I'll bring her one too, I don't think she ate lunch earlier," Jeongin hummed, carrying the basket. Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, "Was she not at lunch?" he asked, looking at Jisung. "I don't think so. She came down for breakfast and stayed in her room. Maybe she snacked on things," he replied, following along. You yawned, placing the items on the conveyor belt as Changbin placed them into recycling bags.

"Sleepy, Agi?" Seungmin teased, lightly pinching your cheek. You swatted your hand at him and glared. Seungmin chuckled, "Fiesty," he cooed, helping you place things on the conveyor belt. "That should be all," Chan said, paying for the items. You subconsciously did a head count, "Where's Innie?" you whispered, looking around. Felix rubbed your shoulders, "He got hungry and went to get corndogs," he said, leading you out of the store.

You nodded your head and followed along without suspicion. Jeongin discreetly paid for the things and placed them in the bonnet without you noticing. "Here you go, Angel," he smiled, handing you a corndog. You removed your mask and took a bite. Your tummy is feeling better after eating. When you reached home, Jeongin quickly took the bag and scurried into the house. You yawned, making your way to the fridge for a drink. The boys unloaded the groceries, placing them where they're meant to be.

Hyunjin followed Jeongin and took out the teether. "I think we can give her this for the time being. She's chewing on her hoodie string again," he chuckled, rinsing the teether under warm water. Hyunjin made his way towards you, "Hey, sweetie. Open your mouth for me?" he coaxed, rubbing your bottom lip. You did as told, a yawn escaping your mouth as you do. Hyunjin cooed, placing a teether between your teeth, "There now you can bite on this, sweetheart. No more chewing on your hoodie strings, okay?" he asked, brushing your hair.

You nodded, chewing on the teether as your eyes began to flutter closed. "'Eepy girl. Time to tuck you in, Agi-ah," Changbin cooed, lifting you easily. You rested your chin on his shoulder, mouthing at the teether. Changbin tucked you in, making sure the blanket bundled your tired body, "That's it, princess. Close those pretty eyes for me," he whispered, watching as your lashes fluttered against your cheek. "Good girl," he whispered again, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Jisung slipped into your room and noticed your PC was still on. "Let me close this," he murmured, noticing a YouTube tab was open. With curiosity, he clicked into it only to see a fluffy video of Animal Crossing soundtracks. Jisung chuckled, "Aww, my little villager. I bet she imagined herself as a little otter doing her chores around the village," he cooed, shutting your PC down. Jissung looked at your sleepy little face, drool staining the sheets, "I hope you're dreaming of being a little villager, Agi-ah," he chuckled, wiping the drool.

[rekino2114]

“What a Way To Start Summer.” A sort of short and sweet let’s get into summer request, starring our favorite married couple. Makima x Male Reader. It was the day after Nayuta’s last day of school, summer started. Y/n and Makima had woken up entangled with each other. They had a pretty long night of passion, (I didn’t come up with a particular reason why (hey, it’s me during editing, maybe their particularly special night was due to the fact that summer had started, leading to Nayuta being constantly free, so Y/n and Makima knew they would have no time to themselves between her and work, so they just made sure to get their lusts out)), leading to their current position. Bare and holding each other close. They commenced some simple pillow talk, complementing each other, at first being a bit sexual, but then melting down to a pool of wholesome “I love you.” “*giggle* no, I love you.” “I love you more.” “Haha, no, I love you most.” Just romantic I love you after I love you. When they lean into kiss each other, but then their faces drop as they hear their bedroom door handle jingling, and they realize that both their tops were exposed then at break neck speed move to cover themselves. Then Nayuta busts in with their eight dogs in tow. She begins jumping on their bed excitedly rambling about all the fun things they’ll do now that it’s Summer. They gently coerce her out of the room, but before they all go, Fenrir looks back at them with a gaze that says “I know what you two were doing last night. Geez, at least have the decency to put your clothes back on.” And as soon as the door shut, after a comedic, awkward pause they both look at each other and say “…yeah maybe we should put some clothes on.”

First Summer request! I hope you enjoy it. It’s a little short and a little vague, but I just wanted to request something that was a sort of lead-in, y’know? Be sure to have a great week!

Nayuta waking you and makima up on the first day of summer

Pairing:makima x male reader

A/n:the first summer post for the nayuta daughter au which is coming out.....on July? Seriously? It's been one month since I've been out of school? It seems like a week... anyway I hope you enjoy this

As soon as you woke up you felt a soft hand stroking your hair, when you fully opened your eyes you were met with those familiar yellow eyes looking at you with love

"Good morning darling, how did you sleep?"

You shifted a bit and smiled at makima

"Amazing, like always.....especially after last night"

Makima giggled and got even closer to you

"I'm glad you enjoyed it love, It's always such a special moment when we're intimate with each other"

"I feel the same, you always know how to make me feel good"

"Well that's just because that's what you deserve, plus bringing you pleasure, seeing you happy knowing that I'm the reason for that....it makes me happy too"

"I think I understood that last night, you really kept going for a while, the only reason why I was able to keep up with you is because it felt so good.....and it's not like I was doing much in the first place"

Your wife smiled at you again and fully closed the distance between your bodies she wrapped her other arm around you while the one that was playing with your hair moved lower tracing patterns on your chest

"Well, I had to make sure you were thoroughly satisfied and relieved of all of your tension. You had a long week, and with summer starting we're most likely going to be much busier, with nayuta always being here and more devils popping up we're not going to have much time for ourselves unfortunately"

"To be honest between taking care of nayuta 24/7 and fighting devils, the second one is definitely the easiest"

"Hehe, I can't say I disagree with that but thankfully i have such a wonderful husband to help me with both of those things"

"Of course, why would I not help my amazing wife? You're perfect makima I love you so much"

Makima's smile widened even more, and she got closer. You could feel her hair tickling your neck, which made you realize how long it had been since you saw her with her hair down and how beautiful she looked like this, not that it made much of a difference since she was always beautiful

"I love you more"

"No, I love you more"

"Come on darling don't be like this, we both know I love you more, I would do anything for you"

"Me too, I love you"

"........I love you so so much"

Just as you were about to close the distance between your lips and kiss each other you heard the sound of the doorknob turning, realizing that you were still fully naked you quickly covered your bodies with the blankets before the door opened revealing nayuta standing there with the dogs behind her

"Mommy! Daddy!"

She let go of the leash and immediately jumped on your bed. She was still in her pjs, and her face made it obvious that she had just woken up

"It's the first day of summer vacation! I don't have to go to school tomorrow!"

"T-that's great sweetie but-"

"Can we go get ice cream today? And then tomorrow we can go to the beach! And then we can light up fireworks and- and then we'll watch so many movies and then-"

"Please nayuta calm down, we'll definitely do all of those things, just not.....in these next days"

"Whaaaaaaat!!?? Whyyy!? You're so mean mommy!"

"We haven’t even prepared yet, we need to plan things out and then we can do all those fun things ok? The summer is very long"

"Exactly, we'll have lots of fun, you just need to wait we promise"

Nayuta pouted a bit but nodded

".....alright but you better keep your promise"

"Yes, yes, of course, just go back to your room now ok? We still have to get....ready and then we'll start the first day of summer"

"OK mommy"

Nayuta moved away and grabbed the leash before going outside of the room, before she could fully disappear however fenrir looked back at you and barked once in your direction, a weirdly judgmental look in the dog's eyes

You and makima stood frozen for a while looking at the now empty hallway before your wife turned towards you

".....maybe we should put some clothes on"

"......yeah....maybe we should"

[isacksteban]

Eventually — Lawhan Mixed Media AU

Twitch Streamer AU — 1.2k words — @ellearts — masterlist

outbacksprout

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outbacksprout went out with lancey and his puppy!!

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maplemarauder my angel bb :(

outbacksprout me or honey >:( maplemarauder both my angel bb's!!

user is that outback on the last slide??

user I THINK SO!! user he's been posting faceless pics of himself sm recently!

kkofficial✅️

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kkofficial✅️ family time over, 24 hour elden ring steam in the works!

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flyingdutchman 24?? mate wth

kkofficial u heard me ho flyingdutchman u have issues

user o.b. and liam post on the same day... it's too much

user HELP why do we all like both of them user outback and liam lovers unite??

user liam are you gonna stream cod tonight??

kkofficial i'm thinking abt it!! if i do it'll be in a few hours

Liam’s stream was chaos — as usual. He was halfway through a COD match, yelling instructions at his teammates while chat spammed messages at lightning speed.

He narrowly avoided a grenade, shouting, “How the fuck is this guy everywhere? He’s like a — a fuckin' kangaroo on steroids!” as his team erupted into laughter.

But even in the chaos, Liam couldn’t help noticing his chat filling with a different kind of energy.

"OMG GUYS OUTBACK LIVE! >-<"

"Why do you guys do this to me? Both my favs are live at the SAME time 😭😭"

"Outback and Liam collab when??"

“Outback?” Liam muttered, confused, leaning closer to his second monitor as he scanned the chat. “Wait, you mean the Stardew guy? The faceless one who has that cat cam?”

The chat erupted:

"YES!"

"That’s him! He’s live, and it’s so wholesome right now :("

"Imagine Liam raging while Outback is talking about his pixel crops lol."

Liam smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Faceless farmer? What exactly does he do?”

The replies came fast:

"Farms?? LMAO"

"He’s super chill, it’s the complete opposite of your chaos... (luv u dont ban me)"

"His voice is literally melted butter. So soft and warm. </3"

"He got excited over finding a rare fruit tree today,, it was adorable."

Liam chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “So you’re saying while I’m out here sweating bullets in warzones, this guy is geeking out over fruit trees? That’s… kind of amazing, actually.”

Another wave of messages flooded in:

"You’d like him, Liam."

"Outback raid would be legendary."

"DO IT!

"RAID OB!"

Liam grinned, tapping his desk as he considered. “Alright, alright. Let me finish this game, and maybe I’ll see what all the fuss is about. But no promises.”

He didn’t admit it, but he was curious. Someone who could charm his viewers this much, all while staying faceless and cozy, had to be something special. And judging by the way his chat wouldn’t shut up about it, maybe this “Outback” deserved the attention.

Jack was peacefully streaming his latest Stardew Valley playthrough — this time he was set on marrying every male character in the game, his warm, quiet voice filling the air as he commented on his latest in-game project. “Alright, so I think the pumpkin patch can go here, and we’ll line the path with some of these little pink flowers…”

The chat was a flurry of supportive messages, as usual, but suddenly the tone shifted.

"O.B!!!!!, KiwiKiller is talking about you on his stream!"

"Liam mentioned you like, five minutes ago!"

"He called you the 'faceless farmer' — so cute."

Jack froze mid-sentence, his mouse hovering over a patch of soil. “Wait, what?” he asked, his soft accent tinged with confusion. “KiwiKiller? That FPS guy?”

More messages flooded in:

"Yea! He said you geek out over crops, and he thinks it’s amazing!"

"He’s still live OB!! he might raid you after his game."

"Liam and Outback collab when???"

Jack chuckled nervously, leaning back in his chair as he adjusted his headset. “Uh, well, that’s… unexpected,” he admitted, a faint blush creeping into his voice. “I didn’t think someone like him would even know I exist.”

The chat immediately reassured him:

"Of course he knows you! You’re iconic, Outback :("

"Everyone loves you, mate.

"YEAH!!! Even sweaty FPS streamers."

"He’s probably jealous of your pumpkin patch skills."

Jack smiled, his voice softening even more. “I don’t know about that, but… it’s kind of cool, I guess. I mean, he’s got such a big audience, and he’s, you know, really good at what he does. Meanwhile, I’m over here getting excited about pixel carrots.”

His chat exploded with laughing emotes and messages of support:

"Pixel carrots > killstreaks any day, O.B."

"Outback supremacy!"

"We need him to raid you,, it’s what the people want </3"

Jack shook his head, his shyness evident in his tone. “If he raids, I’m going to have to hide under the desk or something,” he joked. “I don’t know how to handle all that attention.”

Still, as he returned to his pumpkin patch, there was a small, curious smile on his face. The idea of someone like KiwiKiller noticing him — someone so loud and confident, the polar opposite of his quiet streams — felt strange, but also… kind of exciting.

Liam leaned back in his chair, satisfied after yet another victory. His stream was winding down, but his chat was buzzing with anticipation.

"RAID OUTBACK!"

"You promised, Liam!"

"Do it!"

"Faceless farmer, here we come!"

Liam laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, alright, fine. Let’s see if this OutbackSprout guy is still live.” He opened a new tab, scrolling through Twitch until he found the cozy stream everyone had been hyping up. The screen showed a beautifully organized Stardew Valley farm, with Jack’s soft voice narrating his plans for the day.

“Oh, fuck, this is adorable,” Liam said, grinning. “Look at this! The little pumpkins! The fence! This guy’s living his best farming life.”

His chat exploded with excitement:

"HE’S PERFECT, RIGHT??"

"RAID NOW!"

"He’s so different from you, you guys need to be friends!"

“Alright, let’s do it,” Liam said, clicking the raid button. “Let’s bring some chaos to his little farm.”

Jack was mid-sentence, explaining his plans to expand his barn, when his chat suddenly went wild.

"KIWIKILLER RAID!"

"THE KIWI IS HERE!"

"OMG HI LIAM!"

Jack blinked, his hand freezing on his mouse. “Wait… what? No way.” He glanced at the viewer count, which had skyrocketed in seconds. “Oh my gosh. Um, hi, everyone. Welcome.”

Liam’s viewers flooded the chat with messages, while Jack’s regulars tried to explain:

"KiwiKiller just raided you! He’s been talking about you all stream!"

"Be nice to him, Outback!"

Jack stammered, his voice tinged with nervous laughter. “This is… a lot. Thank you, uh, KiwiKiller? Liam? For the raid. I— Uhm, I hope you like Stardew Valley?”

Liam’s message popped up in the chat:

"We love it already. Your farm's cute, mate."

Jack’s cheeks flushed, even though no one could see him. “Oh, um, thanks. It’s… nothing fancy, just, you know, some pumpkins and stuff.”

Liam joined the chat banter, his tone uncharacteristically soft and encouraging:

"Don’t sell yourself short, mate. This is impressive. Chat’s right,, you’ve got some serious farming skills."

Jack’s nervous chuckle turned into a genuine laugh. “I think that’s the first time anyone’s called me impressive, but thank you. Seriously.”

The interaction was so wholesome that both chats couldn’t stop gushing:

"NEW BESTIES!"

"They’re so sweet omg."

"This crossover is everything."

After the stream ended, Jack checked his notifications and saw a new follower on Instagram: kkofficial. Hesitating for only a moment, he clicked follow back.

Not long after, he received a DM:

Liam:

"Thx for being such a good sport abt the raid. Your stream’s cute. Would love to play something chill w/ you sometime. Only if ur up for it."

Jack stared at the message, his heart racing. After a deep breath, he replied:

Jack:

"Thanks for the kind words and for the raid. I’d love to! :3 Maybe I can teach you how to plant pumpkins without yelling at them..."

The friendship — and maybe something more — had officially begun.