#my anniversary with 💜 already passed

[lilidawnonthemoon]

🤍🩵💜

[forest-hashira]

Biblically Accurate

hi guys!!! i wrote this as an entry for my anniversary/200 follower milestone collab event! i have at least one more entry planned for myself, and a few other people are writing/drawing things as entries as well! you can find the event masterlist here. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this silly goofy little thing 💜

read on ao3 | wc: ~3.1k | cw: gender neutral reader (no pronouns, reader is dressed as a female character for halloween), bickering/banter/teasing, slight hint of jealous gojo, can be interpreted as pre-relationship or fully platonic

“You’re really not putting any more effort into your costume?” you asked, looking Shoko over and eyeing the white sheet draped over her arm as you passed her your hand mirror to hold. You were in the common area of the dorms with her, Nanami, and Haibara, the three of you putting the finishing touches on your costumes.

“Nope,” Shoko confirmed, accepting the mirror and holding it in her lap as you sat down, pulling out your small set of face paints. “Gojo told me my only options were a ghost or a sexy nun.”

“Not even a regular nun?”

She shook her head. “He said if I showed up dressed like a “musty old lady” nun he would refuse to be seen with me.” The way she used air quotes and an exaggerated expression of disgust around the description made you roll your eyes, despite your smile; that sounded just like your senpai. 

“I don’t blame you for picking the ghost, then.”

“Thank you.” Shoko smiled at you, popping a piece of gum into her mouth with her free hand; she’d been trying to quit smoking – on campus, at least – since she’d gotten busted by Yaga so many times already this school year. 

Setting your face paints and brushes down on the table beside Shoko, you stood again, grabbing a few paper towels and filling a small glass with water to clean off your brushes when you were finished. You glanced over at your classmates as you walked back to your seat, smiling a bit to yourself as you saw Haibara gushing over Nanami’s costume.

Doing group costumes by year had been Gojo’s idea, though he insisted the themes needed to be kept secret for each group. Hearing Shoko say what her options apparently were gave you some idea what your upperclassmen had chosen as their theme, but you wouldn’t know until the other boys arrived; you just hoped they weren’t too late, since you knew Gojo was the only way any of you would be able to get into the party he had insisted you all needed to attend. You didn’t have a lot of particular feelings about going to the party, but the idea of getting to spend time with everyone was really nice, since it was rare that all six of you were in Tokyo at the same time and not occupied by other things. 

“What theme did you guys go with, anyway?” Shoko asked, as you sat back down and gestured for her to hold the mirror up for you. “You can’t possibly all be from the same movie or something.”

“We’re not,” you confirmed, wetting your brush and lightly tapping off the excess water before dipping into the red paint. “We’re all from different Ghibli movies.”

“That’s your theme?”

You carefully traced the outline of the first triangle under your eye. “All of our characters are royalty.” You paused, considering for a moment, then added, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Shoko arched a brow at your words. 

“Yeah, sort of,” you said, filling in the first triangle and outlining the second. “Haibara is actually royalty. He’s Prince Arren, from Tales from Earthsea. The movie came out this year, it’s what made him suggest the theme in the first place.” The brush was dipped back in the red paint, then the second triangle filled in. “I’m San from Princess Mononoke.” You went quiet for a moment, moving your hair apart a bit on your forehead to give yourself space to paint the final triangle. “And Nanami is Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle. He’s not technically royalty, but he has a castle.” 

Glancing over your shoulder at your classmates to make sure they weren’t listening, you leaned in closer to Shoko. “It was Haibara’s suggestion,” you said, much quieter than before. “I think he just wanted to see Nanami with earrings on and his hair down.”

She grinned at your words, both of you only managing to stifle a laugh because right then was when Gojo and Geto decided to make their grand entrance. Geto wore a pair of comfortable looking red pants, a simple black long sleeve shirt, and a red jacket on top. There was a headband with two small red horns atop his head, and a little plastic pitchfork in his hand, and when you glanced down, you saw a red, pointed tail hanging off the back of his pants; clearly he was going as a – the? – devil.

Even without the context of Geto’s costume, it would’ve been hard to mistake what Gojo was supposed to be. The flowy white shirt, white jeans, feathery white wings – which were larger than they really had the right to be – fixed to his back, and the silver halo headband atop his fluffy white hair making it obvious that he was an angel. He was without his dark sunglasses for once, presumably because they didn’t go with the rest of the ensemble he wore.

“No need to worry everyone, your favorite Tokyo Jujutsu High students have arrived!” Gojo announced with a wide, mischievous grin. Behind him, you saw Geto roll his eyes, even if there was a faint hint of a smile on his lips, too. 

“You are not my favorite student,” Shoko and Nanami said in unison, completely by accident. You bit your lip to keep from chuckling at the coincidence, but you lost that battle when you saw the indignant look on Gojo’s face.

The sound of your laughter pulled his attention from your friends, and he scowled as he looked at you, though really it looked more like a pout. “What are you laughing at?” he groused.

“You,” you answered simply, grinning at him. “It’s funny how bent out of shape you get when someone tells you you’re not their favorite.”

He jutted out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest. You could tell he wanted to argue, but was apparently having a hard time coming up with any sort of witty retort. “Whatever,” he said eventually. “What are you supposed to be, anyway? You’ve got red all over your face.”

You just rolled your eyes at him. “I’m San,” you told him, turning back to face the mirror Shoko still held for you, putting the final touches on your face paint. 

“Who?”

“The wolf girl from the movie that came out a while back, right?” Geto asked. “Princess of something, I think…”

“Princess Mononoke, yeah!” Haibara chirped, grinning. “I’m surprised you knew, it feels like not a lot of people have seen it.”

“Because they haven’t,” Gojo said, rolling his eyes. “People only see the good Ghibli movies.”

Irritated, you dropped the paintbrush in the glass of water you’d gotten to clean it off. You turned back to face him, a scowl deep on your face. “All Studio Ghibli movies are good ones,” you snapped, barely refraining from calling him names. “If you can’t understand or appreciate the deeper themes in the movies, you can just say that.”

“What themes?” he asked, looking a bit more genuinely, less snippy. “I haven’t seen it, I wouldn’t know what they are.”

“Environmentalism, animism, disability, true love, cycles of violence—” Geto began, but Gojo waved him off.

“Ok, some heavy hitters, I get it. It doesn’t sound very entertaining, though.”

“There’s a curse that develops from the negative energy imbued in a weapon,” Nanami cut in, expression unchanged and seemingly unenthused by the conversation, but that wasn’t unusual; Haibara was really the only one who could ever seem to get him to smile even a little bit.

There was a brief moment of silence, punctuated by a curious “Really?” from Gojo; it would’ve been funnier if you weren’t irritated over him dissing your favorite Ghibli movie.

Seeming to register the other boys’ costumes then, Gojo grinned. “Haibara, you make an amazing Arren! And Nanamin, you do kind of look the part with the hair and all, but… you know Howl is supposed to be charming, right?”

Your classmate’s expression went from unaffected to irked in less time than it took you to blink, though when Haibara jumped in with a defensive, “I think he’s very charming, in his own way,” he went red almost to the tips of his ears. 

The mischievous flash in Gojo’s eyes was impossible to miss, but Geto smacked him in the back of the head before he could say anything. The white haired sorcerer glared at his best friend, then stalked off with a huff, crossing the room until he stood beside the couch you sat on. Without saying anything, he plucked the mirror from Shoko’s hand and began fussing with his hair. 

“What do you think of my costume, hm?” he asked you, straightening his halo before shooting you a grin. “Pretty great, huh?”

You just shrugged. “It looks like any other angel costume.”

His eyes widened, and he stared at you, open-mouthed, looking deeply offended. “What do you mean ‘just like any other angel costume’?” he demanded.

“White clothes, white wings, halo headband. It’s pretty basic, Gojo-senpai.”

“But nobody else has eyes like mine,” he pointed out.

“No,” you conceded, “but you’re also not showing them all off.”

“…All my what?”

“Your eyes. You’ve got six of them, don’t you?”

Though you fought hard to conceal your grin, the sound of Shoko’s snicker made it impossible, and you barely bit back a laugh.

Finally catching up to your joke, Gojo laughed too. “I think even if I could show all six eyes at the same time it would scare the normies too bad.”

“Yaga-sensei would probably have your ass for it, too,” Shoko added.

“Like how he has your ass for smoking on campus?” Geto asked her, dropping down to sit in the armchair adjacent to the couch, looking smug.

“You smoke on campus too,” she retorted.

He smirked. “Yes, but I don’t get caught like you do.”

“I’m gonna start ratting you out.”

“Sure you will.”

Rolling your eyes as the two upperclassmen bickered with each other, you turned your attention back to Gojo, and you were more than a little surprised to see how much closer to you he’d gotten, leaning down to look you in the eye, despite how he towered over your seated form.

“So,” he asked, “you gonna help me show off my Six Eyes or what?” 

You blinked dumbly at him for a moment. “…What?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. “You’ve got paints right here—” he gestured to the table in front of you “— how else are the normies supposed to see all six of my eyes?”

Once you finally processed what he was suggesting, you bit back a grin. The idea was more than a little funny, but you couldn’t let him know you thought that. If he knew, it would go straight to his head, which was big enough already; you’d joked with Nanami more than once that if Gojo’s head got any bigger, he’d have a hard time walking upright. 

“Well?” Gojo prodded, when you didn’t answer fast enough for his liking.

“Fine,” you sighed, “but only if you’ll sit down and shut up long enough for me to do it.”

He stood up straight, saluted you, then mimed zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Geto pretended to catch said key, and you shook your head at them, smiling slightly to yourself. As he settled himself on the floor in front of you, you thoroughly rinsed your brush, making sure none of the red paint still lingered in the bristles, then dipped it into the white paint on your palette. 

When you turned your attention back to your senpai, you were somewhat startled to see him staring at you with wide, earnest eyes, though he’d stopped smiling for the time being. It unsettled you a bit, having his full, unimpeded focus on you like that, but… it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, if you were being honest with yourself. “Ready?”

He nodded eagerly, fulfilling your request for him to sit down and shut up. You wondered briefly if your wording had been too harsh, but decided there was no use dwelling on it anymore. You nodded back, then carefully began to make an outline of two more sets of eyes on his face: two extra eyes on each cheek, side by side under his real, already very striking eyes. 

Your lines were far from perfect, but they were steady enough, so you were happy with them. You dipped your brush back in the paint whenever you started to run out, making sure the white covered everything inside each of the outlines. Giving all four spaces a chance to dry, you once again cleaned your brush as thoroughly as you could, then switched to the blue paint. It wasn’t an exact match for Gojo’s eyes, but you figured it was close enough that it wouldn’t matter in low lighting.

“You’re pretty good at this!” Haibara praised, dropping to sit beside you on the couch.

You felt your cheeks heat at his words. “Oh, uh. Thank you, but I’m not a professional, I’m just trying my best.”

“Well I think you’re doing a wonderful job,” your classmate insisted, practically beaming at you. You offered him a smile, then turned your attention to Gojo once again and— was he glaring at Haibara?

Gojo’s expression changed so quickly once he had your attention again that you couldn’t tell if you’d imagined him glaring or not, but you decided not to push it, since that would just wind up being awkward for everyone. 

Just as carefully as you’d painted the whites of each of the eyes, you added the blue irises, trying to make the circles as perfect as you could, though trying to work on such a small space made that rather difficult. You did your best, and the end result was not as terrible as it could have been, you supposed.

Another thorough cleaning of your brush between colors, this time with the sounds of your classmates and upperclassmen chatting to each other as you worked, which came as a relief; when it was silent before, it had felt like everyone was staring at you, and it made you nervous. 

It was still a bit unnerving to have Gojo staring at you the way he was, but there wasn’t really a way around that, so you chose to ignore the way it made your stomach flutter. 

You dipped your brush into the black paint this time, placing pupils in the center of each eye. After getting a bit more paint on the brush, you added the faintest hint of an outline to the underside of each eye, wanting them to stand out a bit more against his already pale skin. 

Once you finished, you sat back a bit, looking over your handiwork. The eyes looked fine, but it felt like something was missing, you just couldn’t figure out what.

“Eyelashes,” came Nanami’s voice from behind the couch.

“Huh?” you asked, turning your head to look at your classmate, your brows furrowed slightly with confusion.

“Eyelashes,” he repeated, voice just as disinterested as before. “That’s what they’re missing.” His eyes left Gojo’s face and met yours as he shrugged. “You were staring at them really hard, I figured you thought something was missing.”

“Thanks,” you said, a bit sheepishly. “I was trying to figure out what I was forgetting. I’ll add the lashes.”

Nanami just nodded, his expression unchanged, though you were pretty sure he was glad to have been of help. You nodded back, then turned back to Gojo once again. 

After cleaning your brush in the now-murky glass of water, you switched back to the white paint, adding delicate lashes to each of the four eyes with light flicks of the brush, and even adding a few little touches to the irises to give them a bit more dimension.

The last few additions didn’t take long at all, and when you leaned back to look at your work again, you smiled. Nanami was right, they did look a lot better now that you’d added lashes to them. “Okay,” you said, dropping the brush back into the water now that you were satisfied with your work. “All done. You ready to see?”

Gojo’s expression lit up, and he nodded enthusiastically. Then, remembering he held the mirror in his lap, he picked it up, turning his head back and forth to get a good look at all four eyes. He looked absolutely giddy as he put the mirror down in his lap again to look up at you, but he said nothing. You were confused for a moment, then remembered.

“You can speak now, Gojo-senpai. I’m finished.”

He turned towards Geto then, snapping to get the other boy’s attention, then making grabby hands and pointing at his mouth. Geto also looked confused for a moment, then remembered that he had “stolen” the fake key that kept his classmate’s mouth locked shut. The raven haired boy rolled his eyes, then mimed tossing the key back to his friend. “You’re so weird.”

After “catching” the key, the frosty haired boy was quick to unlock his mouth, then stick his tongue out at his friend. “You’re just jealous that you’re not getting all the attention for once,” he retorted, but Geto just rolled his eyes again.

Turning back to you, Gojo was practically beaming. “You made me look so cool!” he exclaimed, then added, “Well, cooler, because I already looked cool, like always.”

“Oh yeah,” Shoko drawled. “You’re soooo cool, Gojo.”

“I am cool!” he insisted, pushing himself up off the floor as he scowled at her. “Your costume is just a sheet, you don’t get to talk to me about what’s cool.”

“Where did you say this party was again?” Haibara cut in, quickly dispelling the budding argument between the two upperclassmen. 

Gojo beamed down at the younger boy. “It’s a surprise!” he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “But we need to get going if we wanna get there before it gets too crowded. C’mon!” He herded everyone up from their seats and towards the door of the common room, hyping up the party as much as he could. You brought up the rear of the group, but you paused when he turned back to face you.

“Thanks for painting these on for me,” he said, gesturing towards his face. “I appreciate it.”

He turned away again before you could say anything, but it took you a moment before you caught up with everyone again; Gojo had never thanked you for anything before, but you were glad that he did, even if it made your cheeks burn a little bit.

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[circeyoru]

Can i have reader and alastor in their anniversary? Like alastor doing all this grand and extravaganza type of celebrating their anniversary as a couple and the reader was just "....." Or the reader prepared their own Surprise but in a simple yet meaningful way.

-💜

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Haha... About that.... (plus something like this has already been done before~ though it's a date. I'll add on since there's not much that's too special)

Something that's not mentioned is the anniversary. Cause you can say everyday's an anniversary for Alastor when it comes to you. Everyday spent with you is just as special as the last, until his time with you is anything less.

Though for actual anniversaries, you do the planning. Something that's fun for the both of you.

The first time, it was a surprise, then it was something that both of you planned. The process was fun because both of you had over-the-top ideas, and now that you two were in Hell, there weren't many limits. So you're willing to try new things so long as Alastor's there with you (his ego and pride went so high up when you told him that).

Mostly, it's just so that Alastor can spend time with you to the max. Plus he wants to pitch in.

Anniversary... He'll be handling all your favourites and you'll be handling his. Previous cooking dates taught you enough and you're a fast learner when you put your mind to it.

Let's say the first anniversary rundown, yeah?

But to get things clear, everyone in the hotel was alerted of this and NOT to mess with either of you for ANYTHING, else risk both of your wrath. You hate it when plans are disturbed and Alastor hates it when his or your attention is diverted to something trivial.

The morning begins with Alastor's radio playing something classic yet romantic as your alaram to wake up. Alastor with sway with a still half-asleep you to wake you up. Then the morning routine and you two are off for some shopping to prepare for tonight's big meal.

A short visit to Cannibal Town for some high-quality meat and other ingredients are picked up along the way. We can't forget the stupid foolish demons that tried to get a pass on you, so we also have Alastor's raging moments followed by you checking the time to see if it was time to move on.

"Alastor, we're on a schedule here!"

"Coming, My Love!"

And onto the next event. A stroll through the forest after Alastor's shadows dropped off the shopping bags back to the hotel kitchen table. You two will chat unstoppable about whatever and hunt whatever hellish creature was roaming around (Alastor taught you how to handle a shotgun and hunt on previous dates). It momentarily turned into a competition but Alastor didn't hold back on your request. Then there was the thrilling event of hide & seek. Alastor as the seeker and you hide, it was mixed with the chase element where both of you don't use your powers at all.

Once that was done, it was time to head back to the hotel and start preparing your cooking section! It's more so you two cooking separate meals, but you two were next to each other to keep an eye out.

There are moments like taste testing and minor help here and there to cover. Alastor loves it when you feed him something to try and judge, while you love it when he lets you snack a little before the actual food is done. It's a sweet moment so Alastor's shadows would ward off any passersby from entering. Good shadows, as you'd praise them later.

When the food was all done, it's time for you two to sit opposite to each other, enjoying your meal. You two would feed each other and cut up each other's food. Alastor with the cutting and you with the feeding. Then everything is cleared with the snap of Alastor's fingers and his magic.

The day ends with a ballroom dance at Alastor's black and red ballroom. You getting sleepy in Alastor's arms while he sang a song to you, maybe you'll sing a bit as well.

The special anniversaries were what the two of you look forward to, so you'll spend the entire day doing stuff. The next day, it's back to you lazing about and Alastor taking care of you just the same.

Special anniversaries are namely: The day you saved Alastor, the day you accepted Alastor's soul, and the day you confessed

3, if you don't count birthdays. Believe me, Alastor can find something to make an anniversary over.

"Darling, do you know what day it is?"

"A day to laze around."

"No~! It's the day you gifted me my first healing page!"

"??? That's for emergency, not a gift for you to keep."

"Hmm.... Still! It calls for a celebration!"

"Ugh.."

[ghostkingsupreme]

PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT THE FQ FIRST WEDDING ANNIVERSARY 👀👀👀 (for the wip game) it sounds lovely and I'm so normal about it ofc 💜

aaahh thank you so much!! And also thank you for asking about this wip @sonaapareeya!! 💕🥰

First a little snippet

But today wouldn’t be a tedious day, far from it. Because today was a very special day. It was their first wedding anniversary. And Feng Xin must already be up to surprise Mu Qing. Perhaps with some breakfast in bed? Or did he have another… more entertaining surprise in mind? Mu Qing lay there for a while longer, patiently waiting for his husband. But it felt like an incense time had passed and there was still no sign of Feng Xin. Was he afraid to wake Mu Qing? It had never stopped Feng Xin before, but perhaps he was being careful not to spoil Mu Qing’s mood on such a grand occasion.

It's my entry for the FengQing Wedding Zine! It's the first time I'm participating in a zine so it's all very exciting! For their first anniversary, Feng Xin has a whole plan to surprise Mu Qing which involves luring Mu Qing somewhere ~romantic~ but of course Mu Qing thinks Feng Xin has forgotten all about their special day because he is Like That™️

[reonanybara]

1.5 anniversary!

my letter under the cut ☆

i’m not sure if that was love at first sight. maybe i was charmed by you the second i saw you, maybe my love began to bloom when i got to actually know you better. but that doesn’t matter. what matters is that a year and a half have already passed, and all these days were filled with nothing but my pure love for you and my genuine happiness. i’m glad that i have you, and i wouldn’t want anyone else by my side. i actually feel like you’re the love of my life, and, even though these feelings may seem silly, they are how i actually feel. thank you for teaching me what my heart is worth. thank you for allowing me to love myself through loving you ❤️‍🩹💜

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hi my Tumblr Peeps😁👍This fanfic I will be writing is gonna be atleast a little different than all the other fanfics😃While I usually get sceptical about writing fanfics about actual people, as you can see I have only written about characters, this fanfic will be 1 of the occasions I will be writing about actual people, which will rare. Considering that my husby (goes by (mainly) Redlink through Facebook and goes by Ninjaluxray through other social media platforms) and I like to celebrate anniversaries on the day we started dating, just as well as getting married, my husby did request an idea of writing a fanfic with both him and I, which my husby and I have mentioned about the request and I did ask him a few questions before writing the fanfic😅😃👍So, needless to say until I change my mind, fanfics pertaining my husby and I (which will be rare) are pretty much the only actual people involved in a fanfic, but only my husby and I together, needless to say before I do start...

*While my husby and I are actually people, this fanfic itself is fictional

❤️💜My Husby And I💜❤️

Genres: Romantic Light Hearted Fluff

One sunny day, in the city of (fictional world/town/city from any show/anime/video game/cartoon up to the reader's imagination), while I was saving the world, my husby decided to use me saving the world, as an opportunity to surprise me by cooking what he's going to surprise me with. He was really excited to cook something that I will be surprised about, considering that most of the time when he does cook for me, I would know before he starts cooking the food. "My love's is going to be very happy about the food I'm going to surprise her with...", my husby said to himself, as he appeared to set the table up in a way that he considers "fancy".

By the time I got home from saving the world, my husby has already finished cooking the food he cooked for me, to surprise me with. "Hi, love... How did saving the world went, my panda bear?", my husby cooed, before kissing my forehead. I replied, "Well, love... It is a little exhausting, however it was easier than usual this time... I'm going to take a nap...". My husby then replied back, "Before you do take your nap, I have a surprise for you... While you were saving the world, I decided to use this as opportunity to work very, hard to cook it up for you... So, after supper and we help eachother do the dishes, we can cuddle and watch anime together, then you can take a nap in my arms...". "Okay love...", I replied back.

Then I just noticed how the table was set up the way he decided to set it up, especially with some material I found cute. I went to sit down to also notice that there was a bowl of my husby's homemade chili, as my husby said, "Surprise, my panda bear... It's my homemade chili that you love, so much... I made it for me to share with you love...". He walked up to me, leaned down to look into my eyes, as he continued, "Happy Anniversary that we dated, love... I love you...", before he kissed my lips. "Aaaaawwwww... Thank you, love...Happy Anniversary that we dated too and I love you too, my honey bear...", I replied, as I proceeded to kiss his lips back.

Once my husby and I finished eating the chili he made for us to share (and to surprise me with), the both of us went in the bedroom, as both my husby and I started watching plenty of anime together. While my husby and I were watching anime together he would joke with about any particular anime character he enjoys joking with me about in a loving way. As a few hours of watching anime passed by, my husby tried asking about a particular anime character before he has noticed I feel asleep in his arms, as he finds it very cute when I'm sleeping (he finds me cute in general, however still). He then continued to hold me, while he's having himself and me in a position, where the both of us are laying down, without waking me up, as he then held me close to him, as possible before he was falling asleep in a very peaceful slumber.

💜❤️The End❤️💜

Okay my Tumblr Peeps... I get there are people who won't count it, as a fanfic, because of the fanfic being strictly just about my husby and I, however 1st of all; my husby requested it would be both him and I which I will fulfill that request for him, 2nd;I figured I'd let the reader use their imagination on a fictional setting to make it fun (including my husby), 3rd; I did have the events in the fanfic, as fictional despite of my husby and I being in this fanfic... So, I'm really dedicating this entire post to my husby who is the best thing that has ever happened to me❤️💜🌹🧸🍓🍡😁👍

Fun Facts: I love how my husby makes chili🌶️🥣

[your-dark-angel]

💜Vampire Mikey x Fem!reader💜

Pairing:Vampire Mikey x fem!reader

Description:Mikey is your boyfriend for a while,but there's something you don't know about him.

Author's note:First time writing for the tr fandom. Hope you'll like it

Warning:Blood, cursing, alcohol,clubs, violence, chocking.

Words: 1.5K

It's the first anniversary with your boyfriend. You can't believe it's been a year already.

You love you boyfriend deeply and you can see he does as well. He always buys you sweets,he asks everyday if there's anything you want to talk about,he does his best to cook for you,he tries to make you laugh when he sees you not feeling well, etc. He's dedicated to this relationship.

He texted you to meet up at a club tonight. He wants to party and drink for you. Of course he volunteered to pay for it. He couldn't let you pay for it on your birthday. It's just you and him tonight. You wanted only him to be with you. Of course,it may sound selfish to not invite your friends,but you're going to hangout with them tomorrow for your birthday. For now,this night,is only about you and your beloved boyfriend.

You picked out a dress that makes you the most confident and decided you're too good for makeup today. You skipped the makeup part feeling perfect natural for now. You still put a lipstick in your bag in case of anything.

You hear a knock on your door. When you open the door you see Mikey with a present for you in his hand.

"Happy birthday,love!" He says smiling.

"Thank you,Mikey. Also Hello!" You say putting the present away to open tomorrow. "I'm ready. Let's go!" You add kissing his cheek.

You leave the house with you boyfriend. He gets on the motorcycle with you.

"Be careful. Hold me close. This shit is fast." He says to make sure you'll be ok.

You nod as you grab his waist tight. You rest your head on his back. As soon as he feels you getting this close he starts the engine and leaves.

His cheeks are now a little red. 'I love feeling her so close to me' He thinks trying his best to focus on the road.

You feel the breeze gently cooling down your body. The streets are almost empty at 10 o'clock. You could see a few motorbikes heading towards the club as well. You smile enjoying the moment.

Mikey arrives to the club after a few minutes. A lot of people were smoking outside the club. You see a bodyguard glaring at you. Mikey grabs your waist the moment he notices the bodyguard. "Hello, again! I hope my girlfriend doesn't bother you" he says smiling. His eyes are telling the bodyguard 'Don't fuck with me'.

"Of course not." The bodyguard says and let's you in the club.

The moment you enter everyone turns around looking at you. Mikey's eyes show the same threatening look.

Everyone turns back around.

"Let's go drink something" Mikey says.

You nod feeling uncomfortable.

As you pass by you could hear some people talk.

"She is not like us. I smelled her scent." A woman's voice can be heard whispering.

"Why did Mikey bring her here? She doesn't belong with us." Another woman says.

You try your best to ignore them. The barman smiles when he sees you both.

"Hello there! What can I do for you?" He says.

"Just the usual." Your boyfriend says.

You order a glass of wine feeling fancy today.

"Just a few seconds." He says pouring the alcohol in your glasses. "She must be the lady you've been telling me about. She seems to be made for you" The barman adds.

You blush. 'Mikey really talked about you this much?'

"Yeah. She is my girlfriend." He says kissing your forehead.

The barman hands you two your drinks. You take a sip from your wine.

"Want to dance after we're done? I want to see your sexy moves" He says whispering in your ear.

You blush again hearing his words. The fact that he got so close made your heart beat faster than a flash.

"Mikey!~" You hear a familiar voice. You both turn around to see Mikey's enemy and your ex.

"Hanma?!" You both say at the same time.

"The one and only♡" He says approaching you. "It's been a while."

You start feeling really uncomfortable seeing him again. Last time you saw him he cheated on you with a random girl.

"And it could've been forever,but I'm unlucky." The blond haired boy says.

He holds your hand as a way of making you feel safe.

"I guess you could say so." He notices your hand. "Him? Really?" He laughs.

"What's wrong with Mikey?" You say looking in his eyes.

Your boyfriend notices something is wrong. "You two know each other?" His eyes are filled with jealousy.

"He is my ex. " You just say feeling disgusted you used to love him. At the start of the relationship Hanma was actually a decent boyfriend,but in the end he got bored of you and changed you like a pair of socks.

"What?!" Mikey says getting red of anger. "And why did I found out about this only now?!" He says almost screaming.

"You don't have to scream,love..." You try your best to calm down your boyfriend knowing what he's capable of.

"Awwe! Poor Mikey-kun... Looks like my old chick still has some feelings for me. Feeling betrayed, aren't ya?" He says smirking. He grabs your other hand tight. "Leave this loser. Take me back."

Mikey eyes got red. "You bitch." His voice is calm. He grabs Hanma's shirt and throws him around the restrooms.

He leaves to the restrooms to finish his fight.

"Mikey!" You says trying to run to him.

"You should not do that." Draken's hand grabs you stopping you.

"Draken?" You say surprised to see him. "What are you doing here?" You ask.

"I felt like something was wrong. Looks like I was right." He says.

Meanwhile Mikey is now in front of Hanma again. His eyes are red and his fangs are out. All he can think about is Hanma touching you. The only one who can touch you is him. Only him. You are his girlfriend after all.

"Why the fuck did you told her that?!" He yells at Hanma.

"I just wanted to see how mad you can get♡" He says getting up. His arms are now bruised as well as his back.

"How mad I can get?" Mikey says grabbing Hanma by his neck. "I'll show you."

"You're a vampire, aren't ya?" Hanma asks struggling to breathe.

Mikey doesn't respond knowing damn well his fangs are making this obvious.

As soon as Hanma is almost ready to faint because of the lack of oxygen,Mikey starts feeding from his blood.

Draken suddenly smells a familiar's person's scent. He rushes in that direction disappearing from your sigh.

Seeing that you hurry getting where Mikey threw Hanma.

Kisaki tries to stab Mikey,but Draken stops him. "Of course it was you." Mikey's friend says.

Draken knocks him out.

"Mikey. Stop. Don't make a scene here." He adds getting closer to him.

"Oh my God!" You says seeing Mikey with blood all over his lips. You just arrived and that left you shocked. What is this? Is this some kind of sick joke on your birthday? Why does you boyfriend have fangs? Why are his eyes red? What is he doing? You froze in shock.

The moment Mikey hears your voice he just let's Hanma go. "My love... I-... I know I am a monster. I know I lied to you." He says feeling guilty.

You get closer to him as you grab a tissue helping him clean up the blood.

"I am disappointed, Mikey. I am heartbroken." You says avoiding his gaze. "But you are my boyfriend. I don't believe you're a monster." You add giving him a kiss.

"Really? Even though I'm a vampire?" He says hoping this isn't just a fever dream.

"Really." You say hugging your boyfriend. "I love you for who you are and I always did. But I need you to trust me. I need communication in this relationship. Secrets don't help us." You say getting calmer and calmer. You needed to calm down in order to understand everything and safe this relationship.

─────────────────────────

Mikey took you home to make sure you're now safe. He wants to talk to you about him being a vampire now as well as his feelings.

"I'm so sorry for hiding this for you... I just... Didn't think you'd love me anymore. I am different. I am not human like you." He says feeling insecure.

You grab his hand looking him into his eyes.

"There's no way I wouldn't love you for such a thing. I don't know how you got this absurd idea." You say amused. "I am still shocked, that's true. I am trying my best to understand everything. You're still my boyfriend,human or not."

Mikey smiles hearing you. 'Looks like I really found my soulmate' He thinks. He finds you the best thing that ever happened to him,his everything.

[oneinist]

Recap #5 - One year Aniversary

OMG I found this in my drafts - I guess life happened.  This is what I wrote in June 2022 (the 12th) XD:

----------- This was supposed to go up a month back but life happened so officially posponing my anniversary XD I can’t believe it’s already been a year now since I joined Ao3 and started this blog. I haven’t done any recaps since October 2021 so there’s a little more than 6 months to catch up on! 

Ao3/Fanfiction

Totals User Subscriptions: 11 Kudos: 1062 Comment Threads: 93 Bookmarks: 96 Subscriptions: 41 Word Count: 20000 Works: 18 Hits: 21539

I did a thing where I worked very hard to write my last oneshot so that my word count would be exactly 20.000 - I cannot believe it!! I find it so cool that I have written this much! I still haven’t regained the output I had in the early days but that’s OK, maybe it was something like beginner’s luck or the IRL circumstances were perfect or something like that. 

Tumblr/Pixiv/Fanart

#Myfanart #Ourfanart

The #Myfanart tag has a whopping 51 pieces not counting the 30 doodles that were the result of the Doodle Drabble Nights over at kakairu.rocks. Add to this maybe around 10 pieces that have not made it onto Tumblr for,,, reasons 🙃🙃🙃

I also got to do my very first art round robin and first art collab this year. I remember for the round robin I was so nervous and spent an insane amount of hours on coloring cause I did not want to disappoint XD

I also passed my Tumblr 200 followers milestone a bit back but I am still to make anything to celebrate it. Since 200 is a common ISO-standard film speed for photographic films - I guess this means we should do SUKEA 💜💜💜

Events/Activites

Fall Exchange Fungi 77 Min AU Architect Iruka’s Birthday Bingo

90 Mins Summer Stunner Iruka’s Winter Bingo 2021/2022 DTIYS

Doodle <--> Drabble Exchange Holiday Gift Exchange KakaIru Valentines Week Doodle Drabble Night KakaIru Reverse Bang 2022

Oh my, listing them up like that, that’s quite a number of events!!!

Closing notes-ish ----------- Looks like I never got to writing a closing note but that’s okay, I’m going to post this anyway, leave it as is for like a week and then back date it so it shows up correctly in my archive (I’m a stickler for that XD). I’ve actually been working on recaps going over the last year so I’ll be posting some more of those till I’m caught up. I like having a diary like this~ I’ve also still been struggling massively with creative blocks in both writing and drawing so I’m going to just focus on other aspects of fandom and see where is goes, you never know whe inspiration hits. 

[greenandbluebubblegum]

Happy one year anniversary of Kinnporche my darling 💜 can't believe it's already be a year!!!

Hope you are doing fine and life treating you good 🥰💜 sending you kiss and love

Hi love!!! Sorry for being so late but I don't know why tumblr didn't show me your ask 🧐 anyways, I can't believe it too like, how one year has passed?? unbelievable!!! Can't wait the guys will do another project together but don't know if that would happen after all the drama with buile 😔 I'm doing well, this easter my sister came to visit so we had a great time together!! 💓💓 hope you are well too!! so happy you will be going to Stray kids concert in Paris!! you'll have to tell me everything later!! I'm not watching any series right now because I'm kind of obsessed reading manhwa right now haha but have a lot of series I want to catch up!!

Sending you a big hug and a lot of kisses!!! 😘😘😘😘💜💜💜

[cheltranslations]

Michishige Sayumi-san！/25th ANNIVERSARY CONCERT @Nonaka Miki (23.07.13)

Chel here 😈💜👾

Thank you very much

For coming to look at my blog！

Your likes and comments

Make me super happy！

☁️🎀Yesterday's 2 choices🎀☁️

Udon？Soba？

It was about 50-50！

I prefer soba！

During summer

I always want to eat chilled udon or soba！

☁️🎀❛ ･ ❛🎀☁️

Michishige Sayumi-san

Happy birthday ❤️

Michishige-san is always cute

And beautiful and sparkling 💕

Even now、the video

Where Michishige-san herself tells me

That I've passed the Morning Musume。auditions

Is my personal treasure！

We will be together for our autumn concerts

Which I'm already looking forward to ❤️

(T/N News and information has not been translated)

☁️🎀Today's 2 choices🎀☁️

What's your mindset

Positive？Negative？

I have an announcement

For everyone who reads my blogー！

On Insta、since I just post photos

Some days I don't have a photo where I'm like this is the one！

Up until now every day I've been writing

A blog and a story post (on Insta) ❤️

I always look forward

To see your comments！

Please continue to support me！

See ya 🐾

[1d1195]

I’m SO ready to read what you have in store for both Honey and the academic rivals!! I just know that it will be SO GOOD! And you’re so real for loving the jealousy aspect lol I LOVE reading about it but irl I will literally GAG and not in a good way HAHA

I’m sorry you’re not feeling too well rn :( it’s suck so much to constantly feel like that and it’s even worse when it amplified with one’s cycle! It’s hell for so many reasons! I’m so sorry you’re going through it :( I hope that you’re able to feel a bit better and have been able to do things that make you smile!!!

You’re so kind for even remembering!My midterms went pretty well actually! I did better than I expected which is crazy considering I haven’t been all there lol my weekend has also been a bit busy but I’m a nice way! Went out for a birthday thing for a friend so my social battery has been running a bit low but I enjoyed it which is fine! How was yours?! Hope you got in some rest after a busy week! You are always deserving of it!

Btw idk exactly when you start the new school year but IM WISHING YOU THE BEST OF LUCK WITH IT!! I have no doubt that your teaching abilities are just amazing and I know you’ll be able to have a great year! Remember that you’re doing your best and that is always enough, please take care of yourself!

The Jump tie back idea was NOT STUPID!! Bestie it was my fave moment in the last part! It just proved how even when they weren’t in each others lives they are so intertwined that even the universe was trying to make them come back to each other/not forgot their bond!! While this isn’t a soulmate au, THIS IS VERY SOULMATE CODED AND IDGAF IT WAS SO CUTE AND PERFECT FOR THEM!!! Such a lovely story and you never miss!!

OMG ITS ALREADY BEEN A YEAR😭😭😭OUR ANNIVERSARY 😭😭😭 WDYM ITS BEEN A YEAR?! It feels like a lot of time has passed yet at the same time it doesn’t feel that long?? Idk lol i seriously should be thanking YOU! You’re so kind to everyone on here and you create such wonderful stories that you share with us! And thank you for being so easy and fun to talk to. It doesn’t matter whether you’re telling me simple things or opening a bit of your heart, it’s always so lovely getting to talk you! You have no idea how insanely wonderful you are, thank you for being such an amazing person and pen pal! Love you lots!!!💗💗-💜

I had like two other stories outlined but I think they're going to go on the back burner from now. There's enough of an outline that they can wait really till whenever. I am excited about them though! I think Honey will be really adorable overall (even if I'm writing some pretty mean parts right now). Academic rivals I think won't be a ton of parts and I think it will kind of jump into the middle of their story, but I think that will be really grumpy/sunshine of them 🤭

It's okay, really. I guess it's "nice" I'm consistent. I can pretty much time when I'm going to feel kinda low. I think I hide it pretty well--not sure that's a good thing but it is what it is. I've got to do a lot of grocery shopping and meal prep today which I'm kinda dreading. Just want to keep writing 😭

I'm not surprised you did well! Based on how you study and worry about your classes I assume you're an amazing student. Like probably top of your class? We vibe like that and I always felt the same way. It takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice--but I'm glad you had a good weekend! Even if your social battery was drained.

My weekend was fine. Went for a few walks and just been writing my little heart out. I did get to rest. I wish I had read more this summer but that's okay. Hopefully I can use all the books I didn't read as a reminder to myself to take time during the school year to do something I like and need to do for me.

You're very sweet, I'm definitely going to try and find more balance--I did a pretty good job last year but some months get crazy. May/June is usually craziest (obvi) but that's a while from now so I'm not going to worry about it much until then.

AHHHH! That's so sweet. I'm glad it didn't come off stupid. I really felt conflicted by how lame it might have sounded. I think it helped that I never mentioned Harry knowing about it until that moment. 🤭

You're going to make me cry 😭 I'm really glad I came back to tumblr. Even if it's a little crazy now and things are different, I think about how I was feeling between 2018-2022 and how different I feel now. It is really nice to have a place where I can vent and chat even if it's a bit anonymously. I feel like you guys know me a lot better than a lot of my friends. But yeah. I love you SO MUCH! 💕 Thank you for being a part of my blog 💕

xoxo

[grapesodadarkchocolate]

B-24, Forever: The Introduction

June 6, 2024

Dearest Richard,

Here is the story you wanted me to write. Offering this gift to you on your birthday and the 80th Anniversary of D-Day.

For you with far reaching love, 

Your Niece 💜 

The story, this story, Richard's Story has been in charge from the get go. I would begin with a part that I thought was the all and then another tug or budge or nudge would get my attention. Holding on, gathering itself up to meet me in my dreams. I am told stories can do that. Thinking that would happen more to the neighbor next door or the kid around the block. But as I look to the right and then to the left, discovering it is I— I am the one. This is the story I am to tell. Thankful and grateful it has been so persistent, pulling me along. 

I understood it was important.  I understood he was loved.     

Initial phrases of the first rendition of this story. The beginning. The innocence of understanding as I grew up within this story. Sepia photos and memories. The spark. The igniting that began this story in motion. Missing my mom and her presence in my life after her passing. She was there in my everything, yet others who knew her well refrained from speaking her name. Feeling that her presence was more real to me than ever before. Diving deeper into a sincerity that punctuated past the rhetoric or polite detachments. An ethereal real. A real that couldn’t be touched or seen but was emphatically felt. I knew there was more for her to teach me. She could be everywhere. Never being without a chance to hear her if only to listen with an intentionality that called me to step back. To be more attuned. To seek words from a language unspoken but not any less authentic. 

“Death is the end of a life, not of a relationship.”   ~ Morrie Schwartz

Speaking more directly, when love is honestly felt, it never goes away. This is the lesson my mom has been teaching me. Discovering it through my cultivation of the various forms of Richard’s Story. Possibly it is more a story within a story that is the story. For at the beginning of this story odyssey, I was initially led to a box. A box I covetously demanded to be the safe keeper of when going through all the possessions in my parent’s home after my mom had passed and my dad recently had moved to a health care facility. My two sisters and I dismantled a life of possessions that spoke of travel, political activism, various surgeries, a passion for learning and practical living. Items that were used, saved and stored by my folks after some fifty years of sharing a life together. I had no interest in either sets of china or the always needing to polish silver. Even the baby grand didn’t sway my attention. But when we came across this story infused box along with a 48 starred United States flag, I was clear who should take and care for it. 

It is interesting how something inanimate can be so demanding. How I would have fought stridently if one of my sisters also wanted it as severely as I did. It wasn’t that it couldn’t  be shared, but that I needed to be its guardian. It isn’t that I knew what I would do with it, realizing now it was already in charge, leading the way though I wasn’t fully aware of that fact at the time. I believe that is what has actually been happening all along. I was now just more attuned to that awareness. To that fact. That truth. That persistent and insistent demand of its reveal. Being the one to remember and shed more of the story. That is where the idea got stuck. 

It isn’t that I knew why I needed to have it in my possession, I just did. More would be shown to me later. I just needed to trust the pull. The one that was telling me so adamantly about what I was to do with it. The box and the flag, yes, and the Purple Heart, and the letters mailed amongst the service member’s families as the airmen were listed missing in action. And the telegrams. The ones coffee stained and rumpled. Telegrams speaking the story that was all too familiar for so many families during the war. A box that held a story that I had heard about in bits and pieces, but not as a saga with linking elements. Discovering soon there was a clearer beginning, middle, and end at hand.

It came not because I sought it. It came because I was struggling. My outer world was emotionally harsh. More truth was being uncovered with my in-law family. I knew the truth of the story was always there but it is often something extreme that can bring it more in to the light. Heart surgery, in this case, with a side order of hip replacement surgery, sprinkle in some neglect and emotional abuse — there it all was. Everything hit a climax and began coming unhinged at the seams. Adrift from its moorings. This is when the story began. Wanting to assist with rebalancing the imbalanced. Being so entrenched I didn’t understand all that was happening. Learning this in hindsight. So thankful for the creative spark that pulled me up and out from where I was drowning within. +++

Let the letters begin. 

“The 80th Anniversary of the Powder Ann Crash: December 19th, 1943”: September 8, 2023 (morning) 

[heyitsme1040]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Bucky x Reader where Reader always buys Bucky the warmest, softest things they can find. Hoodies, blankets, socks, even some stuffed animals, if it looks soft and warm they buy it for him. Bucky is confused by it, but then Reader explains that he went without comfort for so long and they just want to let him spend the rest of his life safe and warm. Gender Neutral! Reader would be preferred, however Female!Reader is also fine if you don't want to do that. Thank you in advance, lovely! 💜

Softened by Time [b.b]

summary : Bucky started off as your upstairs neighbor. But over time, the two of you grew closer. Ultimately your feelings were more than platonic, and the two of you began dating. You knew a lot about Bucky’s past, and his present. He felt he didn’t need many things, and he didn’t have much comfort before the two of you began dating. But you made sure once your relationship started to fix that. As the relationship progressed, you gave Bucky little gifts. A warm hoodie, soft socks, a plush blanket, and a stuffed wolf. It was on the anniversary of his freedom returning that you revealed the reason you give him so many little pieces of comfort. 

pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None, just tooth rotting domestic fluff. This is gender neutral (as requested) and has no use of Y/N. Personally I don’t think ‘baby’ is a gendered pet name, so hopefully I was successful with your request.  (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 3,900

AO3 (x)

a/n : Thank you so much for the request! I had this done sooner, but when I visited family for the holiday my cousin’s toddler deleted the word doc I was writing in. So this is actually a redone version of what I was going to post. Sorry it took so long (and this also proves to my family why I don’t typically write outside of google docs). Sorry for the delay in getting this up, but thank you so much for the request lovely!

You practically skipped down the hall to the elevator. You were glad the elevator didn't take long as you pressed the button for the floor above yours. You moved swiftly down the hall to Bucky's apartment. You held the small package securely behind your back, eager to give him the small gift that had just arrived. You knocked quickly before hearing a muffled shout to hold on. The quiet grumbling slowly grew louder as he approached the door, face melting from annoyance to adoration as the door swung inward.

"Hi," Bucky breathed out, wrapping his arms around you, "I wasn't expecting you until later."

You balanced on your tip-toes, leaning up to press a quick kiss against his cheek. "I just couldn't wait," you admitted. 

Bucky's arms dropped from around you as he stepped to the side so you could walk in. You'd gotten used to how barren his apartment was. Discussed how he'd never had this many things since before the draft. As you passed through his doorway you brought the small package in front of you, crossing the room. You sat on his couch, beaming at him as he sat beside you. 

"I got you something!" Your excitement was barely able to stay contained much longer. You set the small bag on his lap, clasping your hands together.

"Baby, you didn't have to do that," Bucky says softly, looking down at the small package. 

"I wanted to," you insist, "besides it's nothing big, I promise."

Bucky meets your eyes with a look of amazement, a gentle expression conveying everything you already know. He gives a small nod before picking up the little bag. He reaches in and pulls out the socks you'd ordered. His brow furrows slightly as he feels the soft material, a confused smile adorning his face. 

"I know they're not your usual choice," you begin, "but I thought they'd be nice for when you're just hanging out. Instead of always wearing athletic socks around the apartment. The floors get too cold for how thin those socks are."

Bucky leans over and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Thank you, I never would have thought of that."

You leaned further into his side, glad that the pack of socks was well received. You cuddled further into him as he pulled a pair of the patterned socks on. You stayed through the afternoon, enjoying Bucky's company. The two of you were laughing as you told him about your most recent incident at work. As you were describing the look on your boss' face when he realized he'd given the entire presentation with smudged lipstick along his neck, Bucky's phone rang. He sighed as he stood, crossing the room to grab the device. You couldn't hear what the person on the other line was saying, but from Bucky’s quick responses you knew he had a mission.

So as not to disturb him, you quietly pulled on your shoes. You went to give Bucky a quick kiss goodbye when his arm wrapped around you.

“I'll be there in thirty minutes,” Bucky ended the call.

You draped your arms over his shoulders, “I thought we lived twenty minutes from the tower?”

Smiling down at you Bucky shrugs. “I wanted a bit more time with you. Especially when I wanted to give you this,” Bucky reached into his pocket. He handed you a small silver key.

“Your key? Is this a long mission? I don't mind house sitting for you.”

Bucky smiled and gave a small shake of his head. “It's my spare key. I figured that it made sense to give you it. We've been dating for a few months, and we spend so much time together.”

You wrapped your arms around Bucky's shoulders, hugging him as tightly as possible. “Thank you,” you whispered against him. 

Your heart swelled at the gesture. You knew how hard it was for him to trust people. It'd been a slow process to get to know each other. A full year of small interactions that slowly lead to the beginning of your friendship. As your friendship solidified, so did your feelings for Bucky. You were surprised by the fact your feelings were mutual when Bucky asked you on the first date. Now, four months later, you don't think you've ever been happier. 

“I wouldn't want anyone else to have it,” Bucky whispers back to you. “Let me grab my go-bag and I'll walk you back to your apartment.”

The two of you left the apartment hand in hand, with you locking the door behind you. 

It was officially two weeks since Bucky gave you a key to his apartment, which meant you hadn’t heard from him for two weeks either. You stayed busy, trying your best not to think about how he may be risking his life right this second. You had deep cleaned your entire apartment, made sure to grab Bucky’s mail when you got your own, and generally stayed in. Today, as you were closing the door to Bucky’s apartment after setting his mail down on the kitchen counter you decided to venture out. You had managed this long with just quick trips to the grocery store, but the cabin fever had fully set in today. Unsure of how busy a place you wanted to be, you settled on the bookstore across town. 

You meandered your way up and down the isles, finding a few books that piqued your interest. It was as you were heading up to the registers that you saw the display. It was in the children’s section, next to where volunteers would read stories to the children. An entire bookcase was filled with stuffed animals. The one that had caught your eye the most was on the bottom shelf. A small white and gray wolf with icy blue eyes. You couldn’t help it as you grabbed the animal and added it to your stack of items. 

Before long you had your books and wolf secured in the bag. You were walking toward the train station, thinking about when to give your little surprise to Bucky. You had no idea when he’d be returning from his mission, but what you did know was it was coming up on the anniversary of when he was declared to be officially deprogrammed of the Winter Soldier’s activation words. You remembered when you found out Bucky had been declared as the “white wolf” by the children of Wakanda. He’d seemed embarrassed by the nickname when he first told you, but you had reassured him that it suited him. 

The train made quick work of taking you across the city. You were soon walking into your apartment building, taking the stairs up to your floor. It was when you turned the corner that led you down the hall to your door that you spotted him. Bucky had his bag over his shoulder, his jacket hanging open while his boots were caked in dried mud. 

He was lifting his arm to knock on your door as you opened your mouth, “You’re back!”

Bucky turned to see you approaching. As soon as you were close enough for him to reach you, he pulled you into him. His arms wrapped tightly around you as his shoulders slumped. His head rested atop yours while you hugged him back. 

“Are you okay? Injured anywhere?” You worried about him. 

Bucky shook his head, his cheek rubbing against the crown of your head. You gave him one final squeeze before managing to turn around in his hold. You slotted your key into the door and led the two of you inside. You toed off your shoes as Bucky unwrapped one arm to close the door behind the two of you. Not bothering to turn the lights on as you made your way through the apartment, the path to your room easy to navigate. You gently put the bag from the bookstore on the ground before Bucky pulled the two of you onto the bed.

He landed on his back, angling the landing so that you would be lying atop him. His eyes were closed as you laid against him. The steady thump-thump of his heart beneath your ear revealed how relaxed he was. As you lifted your head, you heard the quietest snore slip out from him, revealing just how tired he was. You stood from his hold, taking a minute to unlace his boots before slipping his feet from them. You grabbed his go-bag from the doorway and removed the one pair of sweatpants and the soft hoodie you had given him weeks ago. 

Sitting beside his head, you gently cupped his bearded cheek. “Jamie,” you called out in a hushed tone. “Darling, I need you to wake up.”

The rhythm of Bucky’s snores faltered.

“It’ll be just a moment, I promise. I grabbed you some comfy clothes. If you change, we can cuddle under the blanket.”

Bucky’s eyes cracked open ever so slightly at your offer. You could tell he was weighing whether cuddling under the blanket would be better than sleeping immediately. As he thought, your thumb traced a path back and forth against his bearded cheek. It wasn’t often he let his short stubble go beyond being just that, but you enjoyed the way the bristly hair felt against your skin. It took just a few moments more for him to close his eyes once again with an exaggerated exhale as he sat up. The smallest uptick of his lips revealed that he was just being dramatic about changing his clothes. 

“Thank you,” you kissed his cheek as you passed him the folded stack of fabric. 

He lazily nodded as he grabbed the items, turning to walk the few steps into your bathroom. As he changed you pulled back the covers of your bed. You tucked yourself under the blanket, glad you had decided to dress comfortably when deciding to finally leave your apartment. Once Bucky reappeared from the dark bathroom, you lifted your arm while lifting the blanket. Bucky wasted no time in crawling into the bed, letting your arm drape across him as the blanket encased the two of you together. His arm settled into the slight dip of your waist pulling you against his chest. The hoodie he now wore was pushed up around his waist, the two of you lying chest to chest. You rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the warmth radiate from where his skin touched the thin material of your shirt before your legs tangled together. 

As the two of you fell asleep facing each other, you appreciated the way his face relaxed so openly. It wasn’t often Bucky looked so untroubled, and you couldn’t help but wish you could get him to look this untroubled when he was awake too.

The week following Bucky’s return from his mission was blissful. With the intensity of his last mission and this one, and the duration of the two, he wasn’t assigned to go on another mission for at least a full month. You weren’t certain what his missions entailed, but Bucky was willing to reveal that he was making great progress on the mission his assigned missions were for. The information he managed to gather would take the other teams at least a month to fully analyze, and in the meantime it seemed he was determined to spend all his time with you. 

You were hoping to surprise Bucky with a lunch date today. You had a plan, texting him to meet you at the restaurant for one. You heard as his door loudly closed behind him upstairs at noon. Moments later your phone buzzed with a message from Sam. Tin man is coming over now you read on the screen. You quickly sent your thanks before grabbing the box you’d prepared. Seeing that five minutes had passed since the Bucky’s apartment door closed, you made sure you had everything before sneaking up to his apartment. 

The box balanced on your hip as you unlocked his door. Slipping inside, you got to work. You spread the oversized, fluffy, cider colored blanket over the arm of his couch. You had never been more thankful that his coffee table was barren of clutter as you spread out the snacks you had brought over. Soon the small table was covered by a tray of cookies, bags of sweets, cans of soda and bottles of water. You crossed the room and set your stack of movies beside his DVD player. Glancing over the room once more, you nodded as everything was set up. Finally, you set the wolf you had bought in Bucky’s usual seat. Your phone buzzed from your pocket as the alarm you had set began to go off. Swiping it away, you exited Bucky’s apartment and headed toward the restaurant. 

Just as you were being seated, Bucky arrived. You watched as he made quick work of crossing the small dining room. The dark jeans he wore contrasted well with the light blue shirt he had on beneath his usual leather jacket. His cheeks were slightly tinged pink from the constant wind outside. 

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said before quickly kissing your cheek then taking a seat across from you. 

You waved his worry away easily, “I just got here. I figured I would get us a table before they,” you gestured to the large group that was speaking with the host, “tried to get one.”

Bucky’s chuckle made you smile. 

Your lunch date carried on with laughter and smiles being shared. Everything between the two of you was so natural, every moment as easy as breathing.

“Would you like to come up?” Bucky offered as you both made your way up the stairs together. 

“That sounds great,” you swung his hand in yours. 

You bit your lip as the two of you carried on past your floor. You were going over everything you had set up before leaving as Bucky slid his key in the lock. As his door swung open, he stepped out of the way so you could go in first. You stepped into the entryway before turning around to catch his reaction. Just as you faced Bucky, he stopped in his tracks. His brows furrowed slightly at the scene laid out before him while a mystified reaction made its way to his features. 

“Surprise,” you giggled. “I thought we could have a movie day!”

“Baby,” Bucky’s breathless voice exhaled. “What’s all this?” 

You gently grabbed his hands and pulled him along as you walked backward. “Well, I thought we could have a date-day. Get lunch, watch movies, and spend time together,” you explained. “Not that we haven’t been spending time together. But rather, I wanted to surprise you with a planned time together.” 

Bucky’s wonderstruck expression melted away as you spoke, fondness clear in his gaze. “That sounds wonderful,” he quietly rasped out. 

You couldn’t help the way your shoulders relaxed at his response. You figured he would like your surprise, but hearing how happy he was with your plan filled you with warmth. You couldn’t stop the surprised squeak that escaped your lips as Bucky picked you up, spun the two of you around, and fell back on the couch with you held close. Where his head now lay made the wolf you got him fall over onto his face. A breathless laugh escaped him as the soft plush bounced off his head. 

“And who is this?” He pulled one arm from around you and grabbed the toy. 

“Your spirit animal,” you joked. “To keep you company when I’m downstairs and you’re up here.” 

Bucky’s attention shifted from your gaze to the plush that now looked small in his hold. Realization colored his tone as he spoke, “A white wolf.”

You nodded reiterating, “Like I said. Your spirit animal.” 

Bucky’s laughter shook you where you lay against him, before he nodded as well. “In that case, he should watch movies with us.” 

You leant down to press your lips against his before sitting up. As you stood up Bucky shifted so his head was atop the blanket and against the arm of the couch. You felt his eyes on you as you ambled across the room, powering on his DVD player and opening the first movie you planned on playing. 

“I still don’t see why you won’t let me make you a profile on my streaming accounts,” you mumbled to yourself as the disc tray slid back in the player. 

“Because then you would have no reason to keep your DVD collection,” Bucky replied easily. “And I don’t need to buy another new television.”

“You wouldn’t need a different television,” you argued as you pulled the blanket out from beneath his head. “You’d just need one of those dongle things that lets you make a TV into a smart TV.”

Bucky laughed, “You know I have no idea what any of that means, right?”

“Old man,” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes as you laid against Bucky’s chest once again, this time with the blanket sprawled out to cover the two of you. 

Bucky grabbed the remote from your hand, “Aren’t you the one who always points out that we’re physically the same age?”

As the TV turns on you hear the familiar sounds of the selection menu on the screen. “And aren’t you the one that likes to brag about reading The Hobbit when it first came out?” You retort with a smile. 

Before he can respond, you gently push Bucky’s cheek so his eyes are on the screen. You know the instant he sees that the movie you chose was The Hobbit. You make quick work of pressing play on the remote still in his grasp. Cozying up to Bucky, you replace the remote with your hand as the opening scenes play. 

You couldn’t help the yawn that escaped you as you watched the movie end, Frodo making his visit to Bilbo. You enjoyed the movie, but relaxing alongside your boyfriend for three hours made you sleepy. 

“What d’ya think?” You tiredly mumbled. 

“I think that despite all the sugar we just ate,” Bucky turns off the TV, “we should get you in bed.”

“No,” you weakly protest. “Not that. The movie!”

“Baby,” you felt Bucky’s hand gently cup your cheek, “I really think we should go to bed.”

You slowly blinked as you processed his words. “That sounds nice,” you sighed. 

You slowly sat up, but before you could stand Bucky’s arms slid beneath you. Between one moment and the next Bucky was carrying you to bed. The easy sway of his steps had you easily creeping closer to sleep. The softness of the mattress greeted you as he set you down. 

“The movie was good,” Bucky began, his voice traveling around the room. “I wasn’t upset with the things they changed, but I don’t understand some of the changes either.”

You hummed, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking. 

“Here, I grabbed you some clothes to sleep in,” Bucky’s voice came from beside you. 

When you opened your eyes again, his form was blurry. You sat up, pulling your shirt over your head. You reached out blindly, feeling soft fabric. You went to take it from Bucky’s hold, but he carefully guided your arms through the holes before pulling it over your head. 

“Is it okay for me to change your pants?” Bucky asked clearly. 

You laid back while nodding sloppily, “Tha’s fine,” you slurred out. 

You felt Bucky’s hand at your waistband, undoing the button and zipper. “I enjoyed the day with you. It was nice.”

“Good, you deserve nice things. Especially today.”

“Is that so?” Bucky pulled your pants off completely. 

You squinted at him in a weak attempt of glaring. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Bucky didn’t respond as he pulled a large pair of shorts up to your waist. He pulled the covers over you before you heard him step away.

The bed dipped down beside you before he responded, “I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve a lot of things.”

“Hey,” you turned to face Bucky, his response making you more alert. “You deserve nice things. All the time. And even if you don’t think so, I do. So I’ll keep getting you little things, because you deserve them.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Bucky cupped your cheek again. “I have you, and that’s more than I deserve.”

You pouted, wishing you could make him understand. “Life isn’t always about what is deserved. Or isn’t deserved. It can also be about things you want. I want to get you nice things. I want to make sure you know how much I love you. I want to be the person you go to when missions are so hard you don’t talk for days afterwards. You deserve to have someone that notices little details about you. I want to celebrate important days with you, and give you soft things to make up for the years you didn’t have anything. I want to make you smile and feel loved. And you deserve all those things. You deserve to be loved, and have someone care about you wholly.”

There was a beat of silence before Bucky crashed his lips against yours once again. The passion held between his lips that consumed you took your breath away. Your head spun, and you couldn't tell if it was just because of him or a lack of air. The answer didn’t matter. All too soon Bucky broke away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours while panting. You felt his warm breaths puff against your lips as you leaned in to kiss him again. He held you still from where he cupped your cheeks. 

“That’s why?” Bucky asked between gasps of air. 

“Why what?” You whispered into the small gap between the two of you. 

“That’s why you get me little things? Like the socks, the blanket, the wolf. Because I went so long without?”

“I get you them because I want to. And I hope that it makes up for the years you had no choices. I know it’s dumb,” you try to explain. “But I hope it makes up for all the pain you never deserved. I got the wolf to represent that chapter of your life being over, and I gave it to you today to celebrate the anniversary of you gaining your freedom back. I got you the hoodie because I know how much the cold bothers you deep down. I found the socks because you don’t need to only buy things to be practical. The blanket was a bit selfish, I admit it. But I wanted to be able to cuddle you close while having plenty of blanket left.”

Bucky let out a small whine deep in his throat, “Baby…”

“I just want you to realize how much I love you. And I choose you every time, because I want you in my life. And sometimes it feels like I don’t deserve you, but for some reason you choose me too. And you never fail to show me just how much you care about me.”

“I love you so much.”

You lean in to kiss Bucky, and this time he doesn’t stop your lips from connecting. 

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Hey love, I totally understand if this isn't something you're interested in indulging, but on top of everything I already had going on, I got news that an ex partner of mine is (in the nicest way of putting it) no longer with us by choice, and to top it off today is the 20th anniversary of my mother's passing. So I was just wondering if you could do a small comfort blurb for someone struggling with grief surrounding the death of a loved one? Preferably Spencer, but honestly I'd take anyone, Steve, Eddie, Peter. I'm just feeling really low and reading helps pull me out of the hurt for a bit. Again, I totally understand if you're not comfortable with it, I just figured I'd ask. I love you! And since I haven't said it in a few days: here's your reminder that you're loved, you are amazing and beautiful, and you deserve the whole world!

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A/N: my love, I truly don't know what I can say that might help you. I hope that you are trying to be gentle and kind to yourself, that you're listening to your body. I love you. I literally dropped everything tonight to write you something, anything. it's not much, but maybe, just maybe, it might distract you for a few moments.

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Everything hurt. Like actual physical pain. You couldn’t breathe. A chorus of breathy, “ouch… ouch…” flowed amidst your sobs, as you sat there on the couch, eyes squeezed shut and holding on to Spencer’s hands. Or, to say that you were holding onto them wasn’t completely true. Your hands didn’t currently seem to want to squeeze back, they didn’t really want to function at all at the moment, so they just rested there in his big, warm palms, and let him do all the holding for you. 

“It’s been so long,” the wobbly words somehow found their way out, “how can I still feel like this after so long?”

“Grief isn’t supposed to be a linear thing.”

“Yeah…” your eyes finally blinked open, the bright light piercing them, “I just miss them so much.”

Looking his way, though not catching his eye, he asked you, “tell me what I can do, please, anything at all,” sounding like he’d jump if you did. 

“Just be here,” you sniffled, feeling a tear run down your neck and disappear all the way down your shirt, “with me.”

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[sashi-ya]

Dark corner request: Can I ask for petplay with Niji where he’s a sub eating out femdom reader? Genitalia preference being a vag if you don’t mind.

Well hello my dear Anon! So, I went a little... offensive with Niji here. Though I think it goes perfectly with his personality, so I hope you enjoy!!! Thank u for requesting! 💖 ~

😈💜Sashi's Dark Corner💜😈

NSFW ~ Sub! Vinsmoke Niji x Dom! F! Reader ~ Dirty Little Secret

tw: NSFW. Pet play. Humiliation. Usage of leashes. Leg humping. Cum eating. Oral.

a/n: So sorry, Niji. But you deserve it for what you did to Cosette. 💁🏻‍♀️

wc: 1.3K ~

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Oh, Prince Niji. The blue haired bastard, dominant, despot being. All those girls that have slept with him will agree on one thing; he is a dom. A cruel sadistic dom. But there is just one of them that knows Niji-sama has… a dirty little secret.

And that one is you. You, his dominatrix. His owner… because Niji is a little pet, he likes to crawl, he likes to wear leashes, he likes to be treated like a sweet puppy.

“On all fours, Niji-sama” you command.

“Yes” he obeys, knees and palms to the cold ground of the Germa 66 Castle, milky skin absolutely exposed as he is completely naked.

Niji waits for your next actions, and you adore making him wait. Your attire, a black dress, tight, short, especially for little puppies to get in between your legs, excites him to no extent. For some reason you are the one who learned about these submissive tendencies in Niji and since then you are the chosen one for him to explore what really arouses him… being humiliated up to the point of losing his human state and turning into a simple pet.

“Are we using the leash tonight, puppy?” you ask, either way is your decision… but you enjoy his needy moans and the way he blushes when you force him to communicate what gets him hard. “Y-yeah” he purrs, moving his hips from side to side.

“Good boy. Let me get them, then”

You pass walking next to him; your legs look like tall buildings from where he is. Down. Where he always should be. Down, under your feet. You stop a little to pat his head, blue hair strands tangling on your fingers. Niji places his cheek over your leg, and hugs to it. “What, puppy? you ask, pulling his hair to make him look up at you.

He has to take his goggles off for this, so you watch the shine in those deep sky blue eyes. He is blushed, already short of breath, Niji experiences that type of extreme arousal that leaves him unable to think straight… he forgets about being a damn prince… And a superhuman who could strangle and kill you in a matter of seconds.

“Aw, the puppy is all cuddly tonight, isn’t it?” you ask, caressing his cheek softly but ending it in a slap. “Wait for me, alright?”. He nods and lets go of your leg. He waits for you to pick up the desired fine crafted leash. You have a bunch of options to choose from. Blue leather ones, black with studs, even pink ones when he -who still think pink is only for women- decides to act like a female puppy. (Those feminization days are reserved for his mother’s death anniversary)

You pick the blue one, it is not that you are boring, but it has a chain collar and it’s the perfect punishment for what he did to Cosette, the head chef, yesterday.

“Come here, puppy” you call him, patting your lap. He crawls up to you, happily… but he hasn’t seen what you have in your hands yet.

You turn around, showing the prince the special leash you chose for tonight. “Ready? I’ve been told you were a really bad, bad puppy” you utter, bending forward and putting the neckband around his milky neck. “I did?” he asks, confused but accepting the choke collar.

“Yes… someone told me you acted a little spoiled during dinner and then hit the chef, is that right? You didn’t want to eat your food? Why?” you ask him, rather aggressively and pulling from the collar. Niji chokes and coughs. Niji’s blue eyes fix on yours. He is hard and the products of extreme arousal drip all over the floor. He tries to gasp for air, as the chains carve marks on his neck. You walk him like a dog, while you reach for a big couch in front of you. You flop into it, the soft feeling of the fine red velvet fabric that covers it up gracefully caresses your sex as your dress won’t cover enough.

You sit, spreading your legs before his eyes. He rests kneeling on the ground, and frankly kinda panting like a real animal. You bend a little forward, with your elbows over your thighs, and your chin over your hands. “Being all picky when eating, little puppy? You don’t like the food? then you must be hungry… why don’t you come here and eat your mistress out?” you command, pulling from the leash, almost dragging him towards your sex.

He comes right the second you told him to do so. His mouth lands over your core and he starts licking like a good sub. Whole tongue, up and down, relishing with your taste, forming strings with your arousal elixirs between your labia and his tongue.

You bury his head into you, nuzzling your entrance, almost going out of breath. “Come on, come on. Don’t stop, puppy” you moan, pulling and loosening the leash. Niji sometimes chokes and coughs, you take him to the extreme where he is about to pass out from the lack of air and then let him breathe. You don’t wanna kill a prince, of course.

“You should ask for this instead of common food, you do like this!” you laugh, biting your lip, cause his desperate licking feels ambrosial. “Come on, don’t stop and maybe your owner will give you something to relieve yourself” you tell him, because he is about to burst. You can tell how his hips move back and forward in an attempt of fucking something. Yet, he probably will end up coming without even touching himself, as always.

You move his head up, down. You order for him to orally please you, completely. From your core to your rear entrance. Everything, you command Niji to lick you clean. And such stimulation has its consequences; you reach for climax, an electric feeling crawling from your clit towards your belly and then to your brain. Explosive pleasure.

You are surprised, because Niji this time hasn’t come without hands so he will need more for the night…

“Good boy, Niji puppy! Do you wanna come now?” you ask, with a satisfied smirk while you push him off your sex with your hills. “What about some humping like the good little doggie you are?”. His needy eyes shine at such a good idea, one of his favourite ways to come is by humping your leg. “Serve yourself, dog” you spit, in disgust. The more disgust your voice holds, the harder he gets.

You stand up, stretching your leg just to give him space and snap your fingers. “Come on, hurry up” you command. The blue haired man does not wait a single second, and instantly he is surrounding your leg. His hands clench on your thighs, his warm, wet dick grazes against your calf.

He moves up and down, he drools over your knee like a beast. You sometimes pull from his collar to cut his breathing all of a sudden. Pathetic depiction of a bastard who only wants to be dominated; frustrating power show off that only leads him to succumb to you on endless nights. To a woman, who is not even royal blood.

He comes quite fast, staining your leg in sticky warm seed. “Hah! What would your dad say if he knew this?” you think, and even if you want to say it out loud, you don’t. For now it’s better not to cross that line.

Niji falls back, and you let the leash fall to the ground next to him. “T-hank you, Owner (Name)” he mumbles, resting over the floor. “You are welcome, Niji, my dear puppy. But, before you go to sleep… you should do something else” you scold him, because he has forgotten something important.

The prince realizes about his mistake and instantly gets to work. His tongue cleanses your leg from his own cum… egocentric bastard, he also likes to drink his own milk…

“Good boy, Niji” ~

[12loona]

[FANCAFE] 220921 | LOONA Fancafe update - ODD EYE CIRCLE’s 5th Anniversary 🎉

Kim Lip, JinSoul’s and Choerry’s letters to Orbits are located under the cut:

[Kim Lip] Hello, this is Kim Lip, it’s already ODD EYE CIRCLE’s fifth anniversary I suppose that this means that ive summers have already passed Time has really passed by quickly since I met Orbits, looking back I think there have been a lot of memories made It feels like, thanks to Orbits, I feel like my 20s have been packed with special things It was filled with things I could only experience because of Orbits I hope that I, or LOONA, is someone like that to Orbits too I’m always thankful, and I love you Let’s make more memories together moving forward❤ [JinSoul] Orbits, hi! It’s JinSoul -`♥´- Today isss Hot Unit! Summer Unit! ODD EYE CIRCLE’s fifth anniversary! We’ve always been just gaining years of experience without much activity, but this time, through the world tour, it looks like we were able to show you the ODD EYE CIRCLE of five years keukeu Thinking of how we were back then,,, we’ve developed a lot, haven’t we? When I look back on those activities, it’s funny because I can so clearly see how nervous I was, now I’d probably do it like a pro🤨 And though it’s not [comeback] activities, I think I was happy to show a stage by ODD EYE CIRCLE while on tour I feel great thanks to our Orbits who love and us and never forget us, not just as a full group but also the units Should I say that the units have somewhat different, special vibes from the group? Heheh, I’m always happy that I’m ODD EYE CIRCLE😌 Now, I’d like to aim for another season other than summer unit too keke😏 Thank you to all Orbits who wished us a happy fifth anniversary, really! They say the weather’s getting colder and colder now, so be careful not to get sick 💙 [Choerry] Orbit! It’s me, Choerry💜🍒 ODD EYE CIRCLE is already celebrating our fifth anniversary!! Time really goes by so fast.. Just back when I was 18 years old, now I’m already 22… No way😔 I’ve grown a lot, haven’t I?! Thank you so much for watching over me, cheering for me by my side, and loving me as I, Choerry, Yerim, have grown I’ve been happy and honoured every day thanks to Orbit!! Thank you for loving me without restraint, to the extent that I wonder if I deserve all this love😍💜 Though I feel so sorry and upset since I don’t feel like I’ve done that much for Orbits.. I’ll work harder for better gifts for Orbits, so keep watching me~ I’ll show you an impressive spirit, befitting ODD EYE CIRCLE’s maknae! I still often listen to ODD EYE CIRCLE’s songs! When I hear them, memories from those times pop up hehe I’m reminded of the good memories I made with the unnies too, so at this point, I can say what I want to the unnies too, right!?😘 Unnies! As the youngest I was very clumsy and had lots to learn, but from my side you taught me many things and helped me when I struggled Thank you for cheering me on and for your advice, thanks to you I think I’m the Choerry that I am now! Hehe At first, it was my first time having unnies so I didn’t even know how to act and was really lost, so thank you so much for treating me so well, making it easy for me to adjust!! Even now of course I’m really lucky to have unnies to comfort me and encourage me when I’m having a hard time hehe I will also be a maknae that can be of strength of unnies’ side! Thank you so much for everything so far, and I look forward to the future too❤️💙💜 Let’s go forever OEC!! Let’s go forever LOONA!! Let’s go forever Orbit!! Make more good memories together with us, Orbit Also I’m still very diligently reading letters and Fab!! And thanks for always being a source of strength for me! Thank you always, for worrying about me😭 I’ll recover as fast as I can too, and work hard so I can return to Orbits!! I love you Orbit💜

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