#wrapping them up in a blanket but like actually

[corpsedogs]

✿ warmest of colds (req)

jason todd x f!reader

( ♡ jason lets you bother him since you can’t sleep )

You and Jason had just gotten into bed, the covers were pulled over your chest and the lights were out, the only light visible was the city lights outside and the dim moonlight.

You weren’t sleepy yet for some apparent reason, your sleep schedule kind of got mixed when Jason started coming over more and more. Not that you didn’t mind waking up late, but you tend to get bored when you can’t sleep.

You shifted to face his side, your bed was placed beside the wall and you’ve always wondered why he always stays on that part of the bed. You’ve once tried and claim that spot but he’d always find a way to lay down on his spot.

“You’re always next to the wall whenever you sleep.” you said, you can kind of see his eyes open as they darted towards you. “Yep.” he replied before closing his eyes again.

You placed your hands beneath your cheek, pillowing it to get comfortable. “But, the wall is cold.” Jason crosses his arms, “Well, if I stay on the other side you’re just going to kick and squish me.” you pouted, letting out a scoff.

“I’d never.” You replied as you pretended to be hurt by his words. Jason can’t help but ponder, why does it matter to you what side of the bed he takes?

He then faced towards you, raising his brow “Really now?” he says, “You have more benefits anyway, the other side makes it easier to get out of bed.” well, that was true.

You gave up bothering him as you stared back at the ceiling. Your eyes trailed at the light bulb as you stared at it for a bit, what a nice shade of grey… yeah, this won’t help you sleep at all. You tossed and turned while Jason didn’t seem to budge at all.

You then had an idea and faced him again, “Can I hold your face?” he did not oblige and moved towards you, you then cupped both of his cheeks as he furrows his brows, “Your hands are freezing, how the hell are you this cold?” you only smiled in the dark light, “Maybe I’m a snowman.”

You could feel him scoff at your corny remark, “Give me your hands.” he said. He took your hands between his and began rubbing it. “How are your hands warm?” you asked but Jason only shrugged, “No idea.”

His heat melted in your skin as you relaxed at his touch, you’ve always been aware that his hands were always warm, even at winter. You stayed silent as you watched him do his magic, “Well?” he calls out, snapping you out on your blank stare “I like it, it feels real nice.”

“Then move closer.” Jason wrapped his arm around your body and pulled you close. He noticed the blankets were on the edge of your hips and pulled them back. You sighed as buried your face in his shoulder blade, “You stopped paying attention to my hands.”

“You’ve warmed up, plus I only have two hands.” He said, patting your back. “And I need one to hold you.” You complained again, “But it’s not the same. I want something warm.”

Jason sighs, “Here.” he took your hands and slid them under his shirt, placing your cold hands on his waist. “Ohh, this is better.” you said.

He hummed at you as he continued to hug you, rubbing his warm hands on your back as he felt you relax in his embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead, “Tired?” he asked. You only hummed, “No, actually.”

Jason yawned, “Are you sure? It’s still late for you, isn’t it?” He buried his face on your neck, his lips grazing your skin gently.

You shook your head, “You messed up my sleep schedule a bit.” you said as you started to yawn as well. “You say so but now your eyes are drooping down, you’re gonna fall asleep any second now.” as he said that your eyes suddenly opened, “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Mm, sure.” he says as he planted a kiss on your chin “Go to sleep.”

Finally giving in, you then closed your eyes and went off to dream land.

🍓 i love making this one, i swear ill write longer fics soon. please reblog or comment it helps a lot.

[wendichester]

i see your requests are open. could i please request something where the reader is taking care of dean 👉👈 your fics are so sweet 😄 💞

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summary. dean is reckless, but luckily, you're always there

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 537

notes. thank you so much for requesting this, love. soft dean is everything 😮‍💨

Dean Winchester is a stubborn man. You’ve known this since the day you met him, and yet, every time he gets himself hurt, he somehow manages to surprise you with just how hardheaded he can be.

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, wincing as you press a damp cloth to the gash on his temple. His green eyes avoid yours, but the telltale twitch in his jaw gives away his discomfort.

“Sure, you are,” you reply, your voice flat. “That’s why you were swaying like a drunk on a tightrope when you walked in here.”

He huffs but doesn’t argue. Instead, he sits on the edge of the motel bed, his shoulders slumped and lets you clean the wound. It’s rare for Dean to let someone take care of him—rarer still for him to sit still while it happens.

“Could you hold still?” you ask, raising an eyebrow when he flinches under your touch.

“Your hands are cold,” he mutters, sounding more like a petulant child than the seasoned hunter he is.

You bite back a smile, dabbing at the cut gently. “You’re lucky I have steady hands. Or should I let Sam stitch you up next time?”

That earns you a low chuckle, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “I’ll take my chances with you, thanks.”

The silence between you is heavy but not uncomfortable as you work. The warm glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows on his face, highlighting the lines etched by years of hunting, of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“You really scared me today, you know,” you say quietly, focusing on wrapping the bandage around his head.

Dean’s eyes flick to yours, guilt flashing across them before he looks away. “Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Things just got... messy.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you murmur, tying off the bandage. You lean back to survey your work, satisfied that the wound is cleaned and secure. “You’re all patched up now, but you’re not off the hook. You need to rest.”

Dean snorts, leaning back on his elbows. “Rest? Come on, sweetheart. There’s no rest for the—”

“If you say ‘the wicked,’ I swear I’ll make you sleep on the floor,” you interrupt, hands on your hips.

His grin is wide and boyish, the kind that makes your heart skip a beat despite your exasperation. “Yes, ma’am.”

Shaking your head, you grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to him. “Drink this. And no beer until you’ve had some actual sleep.”

Dean takes the bottle, his fingers brushing against yours. He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face. “Thanks,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

“For what?”

“For putting up with me,” he says, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

You roll your eyes, though your heart swells at his rare moment of vulnerability. “Somebody has to. Now lie down before I knock you out myself.”

Dean chuckles, but he does as he’s told, stretching out on the bed with a groan. As you pull the blanket over him, his hand catches yours, his grip warm and firm.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he murmurs, his eyes already fluttering shut.

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[vodika-vibes]

Sugarpop

Summary: Loving Cody is easy. It is too easy, for all that he doesn’t and will never feel the same way. But, maybe you can turn your attention to someone who’s been waiting for you to see him.

Pairing: One-sided Cody x F!Reader, Pre Bly x Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Reader gets kidnapped and starved.

A/N: It was just too cold to write this morning, lol. But I've warmed up since then and I love Bly, so here it is.

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From the day you met him, you’ve loved Cody.

You love his smile, his quiet jokes, and how you feel safe when you’re with him. You love the way his eyes crinkle when he’s genuinely happy, and the way his nose scrunches when he’s disgusted.

And he’ll never feel the same way.

Oh, you don’t doubt that he’s fond of you. He’s always happy to see you, and he enjoys how you’re happy to cook for him and his brothers, though he teases you about using them as taste testers, rather than cooking for them because you want to do something nice.

He’s protective of you, and your time, and you know he’ll never allow anyone to take advantage of you, or harm you, so long as he’s around.

But he doesn’t love you.

And it’s fine.

Really.

He doesn’t have to love you. You aren’t entitled to his love just because you loved him first. You’re happy having his affection and his friendship. You are.

Sure, some nights you lay in bed and fantasize about what-if. 

What if he did love you? What if he looked at you like you look at him? What if, when you’re with him, his stomach flips and his heart clenches? What if he lays in bed and thinks about you?

Most nights, however, those thoughts turn into tears.

But, no one knows about it. The only one who knows your silent grief is your comforter, and it doesn’t tell stories.

And so, you go on day by day. Greeting Cody with bright smiles and light jokes, and when he shows up with a girlfriend, you greet her politely and make sure that she doesn’t have any food allergies, and you treat her like a friend.

Sure, maybe she doesn’t last longer than a month or, in one situation, an evening, but you’re still kind and polite.

It’s ironic, you’ve actually managed to make some friends with his exes. 

And you know Cody appreciates it. He told you, once, that he was glad that you were so welcoming to the people around you, and then he continued by telling you that you’re too nice for your own good.

You can’t help how you are as a person, and so you wave off his concerns when he brings it up. It doesn’t matter, in the long run, because he has all of his brothers looking out for you.

So, you suppose, if you want to be accurate, you have to admit that he does love you. But he loves you like a friend loves a friend, not like how a man loves a woman.

At least he’s still in your life, even if it’s not how you want. You just have to take what you can get.

But, all the same, when you’re kidnapped several months later due to your friendship with several Marshal Commanders, you know that no one will come for you.

All you can do is keep your mouth shut and pretend that you don’t know what your kidnapper is asking. You can’t do much, but you can protect them at least a little.

You’re not sure how long it’s been. There’s no way to tell what time of day it is here in the cell that has been your room since you were snatched from your apartment. 

It must have been at least a month. At this point someone must have noticed that you went missing, right?

It’s not like your kidnapper was subtle about snatching you, seeing as they kicked open the door and destroyed your apartment in the process of kidnapping you.

Of course, who would they send to save you? The Guard? The Police?

No one?

The idea of dying in a tiny cell so far from home, so far from the people you love most, makes you want to cry. But you stop yourself before you can start. You only get a single cup of water a day.

You can’t afford to waste it.

Just as you wrap your thin blanket around you, and are considering moving to the other side of the thin cot that has been your bed for who even knows how long, you think you hear the sound of blaster fire.

Your gaze flickers towards the door of your cell as the sound gets louder and louder.

And then, you hear a voice. Familiar in the way that all clone voices are familiar.

“Here! I found it!” You hear some scuffling from outside the door, and then what you assume is a curse in Mando’a. Then, finally, the door slides open and stays open.

The man on the other side of the door is wearing white armor with yellow markings. Familiar yellow markings.

“...Bly?”

“You’re a hard lady to find, Sugarpop.” You scrunch up your nose at the nickname. Yeah. It’s Bly. He’s the only person in the galaxy who calls you Sugarpop.

“It’s not like I did it intentionally.”

“I know.” He steps into the cell and with surprisingly gentle hands, he coaxes you to your feet, “How are you? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“...I’m hungry. And cold.”

“I bet you are. No shoes?”

“They took them so I couldn’t run away.”

“Fuckers. We should have killed them slower.”

He really shouldn’t sound so cheerful when saying that. But it doesn’t actually bother you.

“Bly?”

“Yeah, Sugarpop?”

“Can I go home now?”

He stills and then a slightly strangled laugh fall from him, “Well, you see…”

“Bly?”

“We’re not on Coruscant.” He says hurriedly, “We’re actually in the outer rim. You’ve been a guest of the Hutt Cartel for the better part of 6 months.”

You stare at him, “Six…?”

“Yeah, Sugarpop. Six.”

“...my job…my apartment?”

“Ah, well…the Jedi did what they could, but both your boss and your landlord decided that you were dead three months in and you lost both.”

“Oh.”

“But, it’ll work out!” Bly sets his hands on your shoulders, and you can almost see his brow furrow through his visor, “You’ve lost weight. A lot of weight.”

“Well…well…I probably needed to anyway…” You offer, feeling slightly numb.

“Bullshit, you were perfect.”

You blink at him again, “Thank you?”

“We’ll get you healthy again, and you can help out in the kitchen.” Bly offers cheerfully as he guides you out of the cell and lifts you over a pile of broken droids, “It’ll be great.”

“There are a lot of droids here,” You mumble, more to yourself, as you nudge something away with your foot.

“Yeah, looks like the Hutts are working with the Seppies.” Bly glances at you, “You know what, Sugarpop? I think I’m just going to carry you.”

“You don’t have to—”

He scoffs as he scoops you into his arms, “Have to? Please. I’d pay for the honor.”

You stare at him, even as you slide your arms around his neck so you feel more secure, “Bly?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you flirting with me? While rescuing me?”

He glances at you, “Yeah. I am.” Bly glances away, “Cody’s a blind idiot if he can’t see how you look at him.”

Your face burns, “I wasn’t trying to be transparent…”

“You weren’t Sugarpop. I just watch you a lot.” Lightly, he bumps his helmet against your forehead, “Just waiting for the day you look at me like that.”

Bly steps over a pile of something that was probably a person at one point, and you drop your head to his shoulder. As he walks, you go back through all of the conversations you remember having with Bly, and slowly you come to a realization.

“Bly, have you been flirting with me since we met?”

He laughs, “You’re just now noticing? Oh, Sugarpop, we need to give you lessons on being more observant.”

You huff and nudge him gently, “Don’t be mean. Humans are notoriously bad at detecting flirting.”

“Yeah, well…” He pauses for a moment to kick a door open, “Cody’s an idiot and I’m right here if you want to turn those pretty eyes on me.”

“Just like that?”

“Hey, I’m a patient guy. And it’s a long flight back to Coruscant.” He carefully sets you back on your feet and he lifts his helmet to rest on top of his head, “I think you’ll find that I’m a pretty charming guy.”

It’s at that very moment that you notice that his grin is slightly lopsided and that his eyes are a few shades lighter than Cody’s. And it almost feels like a betrayal when your stomach flips nervously.

“Is that your opinion?” You ask as you ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

His grin widens, “Nope, lots of people have that opinion.” Something in his gaze softens, and his fingers brush your cheek, “I’m glad you’re not hurt, Sugarpop.”

A tiny smile lifts your lips, “Thank you for coming to get me, Bly.”

There’s a serious glimmer in his gaze as he takes your hand and brushes his thumb across your knuckles, “Always.”

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[kurthummeldeservesbetter]

im working on a sequel (from Jayvik's perspective) to they came from somewhere else but i just had to post (from the notes) my perspective on how jayce acts in any universe where he and viktor wake up on the hexgates together

*Jayce, panting, sweating, clutching a naked Viktor in his arms, wrapped like a burrito in the blanket, who is half-asleep and delirious*: "I love him so much you don't understand if they take him from me I wont survive it I will go nuts please if you put him in jail i need to be in his cell look he didn't mean it he's sick and honestly everyone is alive anyways and it wasn't really his fault it was the hexcore's and I know he built it but he wanted me to destroy it but he only asked me to after he was about to jump off a ledge so how can I really listen to that and then he was dead so I couldn't just let him die so it's actually my fault and look I promise he's okay now-"

*Mel and Cait, who smelt the crazy the minute they found them* "Okay, yeah, don't worry Jayce, we'll get you both out of here, just calm down." *immediately plans to sneak them on the next airship that will take them as far away as possible*

[cherrygirlfriend]

ᯓ★ meet the family

pairing: kook!reader x bf!pope synopsis: reader meets pope's friends for the first time. warnings / tags: fluff! wc: 600 a/n; originally posted 08/22/2024

you were sitting at your vanity, looking into the reflection and trying to make sure that not even one hair on your head was out of place. you could see your boyfriend in the reflection, laying on your bed with his phone in his hand, and you looked at him through the mirror, your brows furrowed in question "do you think i look okay?"

pope turned his attention and looked at you through the mirror, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to make sense of what you were saying, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head. "what?" you asked with a small frown as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, who was now burying his head into your pillow, laughing.

"baby, you know i always think you look gorgeous." he said once he had laughed enough.

but even your boyfriend's sweet, assuring words couldn't calm your racing mind, and you continued to pout at him through the mirror while applying blush to your cheeks.

you knew that none of pope's friends were too fond of kooks, thinking that most of them were privileged stuck-up assholes, and you were worried that they'd hate you even before they even had the chance to meet you. normally you didn't really care what people thought about you, but you knew how important his friends were to him, so the moment he had even brought up the idea of meeting them, you had panicked. "babe, what if they don't like me?"

pope let out a small sigh as he approached your vanity, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at your reflections in the mirror, a reassuring smile on his lips. "they'll like you. they know how much i like you. they're all really excited to meet you, i promise. even if your lipstick is smudged, or your eyeliner wing isn't perfect."

you turned your head to look at him with wide eyes, "wait, is my lipstick smudged? is my eyeliner wing messed up?"

he laughed, before pressing his lips against yours, and while the gentle kiss caused your heart to start racing in your chest, it also managed to soothe your worries, and you wondered how someone could have such a calming effect on you?

when he pulled away from the kiss, pope tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek as he looked at you with his dark eyes, making you feel as if you were going to melt under his sweet gaze.

"you look absolutely perfect."

when you finally did meet pope's friends, you felt silly for having worried at all.

as soon as the group spotted you two, pope's friend jj had slapped him on the shoulder and congratulated him on having actually landed a pretty girlfriend, causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

and once pope had told you all of their names, you were sitting around a small fire getting to know all of them, a blanket snugly wrapped around you along with pope's arms, the boy wanting to make sure you wouldn't get cold as the night drew closer.

you were pretty quiet, preferring to listen to pope's friends talk as the boy occasionally pressed soft kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet words into your ear, the few beers he'd drank having made him even more affectionate than usual.

"are you gonna fall asleep on me?" he mumbled softly into your ear, making you chuckle as you closed your eyes, leaning against his warm chest, feeling yourself slowly succumb to slumber.

[newtonsheffield]

I actually love Neddy’s response to Kate and Anthony. Like of course this is what’s happening. Though I’m guessing his excitement about being able to snuggle with both of them when he wakes up early on Saturday more than makes up for it.

Oh Neddy loves that. He likes that on a Saturday morning when Amma doesn’t have to go to work and neither does his Daddy (he’s not actually sure whether his Daddy does work? Questions for another day) he can get up early and sneak into Amma’s bedroom.

He used to do with when he didn’t have a daddy yet. He used to sneak out of his room and sneak under the blankets in Amma’s room and he loved how she would hum happily when she realised he was there and tuck him in beside her while Newton jumped on the bed.

“There’s my baby.”

He’s always fall back asleep with Amma, warm and happy.

And now his Daddy is there as well.

He still sneaks into the bedroom, Newton tip-tapping his paws impatiently while Neddy clambers up onto Amma’s big bed. He crawled slowly up between them, ducking under his Daddy’s arm so it was wrapped around him as well as Amma.

Daddy snores a little bit, Neddy realised as Amma stirred beside him. she kissed his cheek as Daddy let out a yawn, opening his eyes.

“Both my boys together.”

“Can we cuddle before Daddy makes my pancakes?”

“Who said Daddy’s making pancakes?” His Daddy teased, ruffling his hair.

Neddy grinned at him, “Me? Because I’m a good cute boy?”

Daddy muttered something under his breath that sounded like “Too much like Amma.”

“Sleep a little longer though.” Amma yawned pulling him and Daddy closer.

“A little longer.”

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

A Meeting of Changed Souls

(ART CREDITS @corvophobia )

Caitlyn Kiramman x Violet

Summary: Caitlyn takes care of a drunk and injured Violet.

Inspired by the tweet from Kirammansshot and the artwork by corvophobia

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hints/Allusions to unhealthy coping mechanisms such as alcoholism and anger issues, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff?

Caitvi Oneshot Collection on AO3

Eyes groggily tried to open to take in her surroundings, Violet’s eyelids feeling heavy as she tried to force her eyes open, the world around her blurry as she felt pain throb throughout her body. A groan left her lips whilst her eyes slowly flickered around the room, vision partly confused as she attempted to focus on the familiar yet unfamiliar room. The room starkly contrasted her own, the size of it the biggest clue she wasn’t in her cramped apartment along with the many luxurious decorations, the mattress under her soft and delicate which eased the pain in her back prompting her to wrack her brain for answers.

Before she could figure out where she was, Violet searched for memories of the night in her mind but all she could find were hazy blurs, her body curling into a smaller ball on the stranger’s mattress to try and find some sort of comfort despite the tightness in her muscles. The roar of the crowd echoed around her skull, the memory of her fist pounding into walls in anger, into flesh over and over again as pained noises were ripped out of her opponents throats surfaced in her mind momentarily before swiftly phasing into a different memory, only further confusing her. The sensation of alcohol burning down her throat was prominent as she remembered chugging persistently from a heavy glass bottle, the music blaring out of the club’s speaker filling her head like the sound of a relentless drummer, every beat amplifying the throb in her head that the next memory explained, a grimace forming on her face. She couldn’t say why, but she remembered her fingers wrapping tightly around the neck of the bottle and smashing it against someone, the bottle shattering everywhere as she started a brawl for seemingly no reason other than to try and express the emotions raging inside her, another matching bottle colliding with her face and presumably sending her to the floor.

Other blurs filtered through her mind but she didn’t bothered paying any attention to them, memories of boots hitting her sides or other bottles smashed near her head as she gave up fighting back, not having a reason to find the strength for it, were ignored as Violet decided to figure out where she was, her memories not helping her. 

Tired blue searched the room, looking for anything to give away where she was, a certain crest catching her attention making her chuckle out slightly, the alcohol still coursing through her veins. So it was one of those nights. Violet pressed her head further against the mattress, refusing to believe it was actually that soft as she succumbed to the idea of her mind playing tricks on her as it always did, explaining her predicament. 

Visions and dreams of Caitlyn effortlessly consumed her mind when she felt the world around her trying to drown her, her anxieties ready to crash down on her like an avalanche and forcing her to find comfort somewhere other than the bottom of another empty bottle. They were never real, she was always painfully reminded of that when she’d wake up alone on the dingy mattress in her apartment, body curled up under the only thing she could find to use as a blanket, ironically a banner with the Kiramman crest on it, as she desperately wished to see those soft and gentle blue eyes staring back at her, laying next to her and not making her suffer alone with no one to go to.

Violet just wanted…peace. Peace from her mind, from pain, from the world that seemed incessant of torturing her. She just wanted it to all stop.  

Before her thoughts could be dragged further down that negative spiral, her ears caught the faint sound of a click, forcing her to be alert as a voice spoke in the dark room, making the woman on the bed smile weakly.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Spoke a cold voice, Caitlyn aiming her rifle at the unfamiliar person curled up on her bed, her brows furrowed in concentration and confusion as the figure barely reacted to her, their shoulders shaking slightly as though they were…laughing? 

“Hey cupcake,” slurred Violet, not even bothering to look over at the other woman, believing everything was false as it tended to be. There was no way she had actually managed to stumble into the Kiramman mansion, her mind must be toying with her cruelly. “What are you doing here? I told you to get outta my head,” she mumbled, the latter parts of her words lowering in volume as her hands tiredly came up to her face, wiping across and smudging the black makeup smeared across her skin. 

Caitlyn’s eyes widened at the sound of Violet’s voice, the nickname igniting a warmth around her heart she hadn’t felt for almost a year, eyes filling with recognition and memories of pink hair, flirty banter and that charming smile, the happiness only brief as it was soon dampened by concern and confusion. Her heart had longed to see Violet again, to fill with affection and tenderness but all it was wrapped in was fear, fear for the woman who was laying casually on the mattress, not a care in the word at how severe her actions were. If Ambessa found out…

“Violet?” Caitlyn whispered more in shock, simply voicing her thoughts as her eyes took in her black locks that the moon streaming through the window illuminated, worry creeping onto her face. “What are you- you can’t be here, ” Caitlyn’s tone stressed how serious her words were, but they simply fell on deaf ears as Violet let out a huff, rearranging on the bed to try and get even more comfortable whilst Caitlyn placed her gun down, knowing she wasn’t in any danger. 

“It’s my mind, I can be here if I want,” Violet grumbled out, the words not reaching Caitlyn as she slowly made her way over to the other woman, her worry only growing at the state of her, clearing intoxicated by something. 

The sound of footsteps halting by the end of the bed caused Violet to tilt her head back, meeting Caitlyn's concerned eyes as old wounds resurfaced within them both momentarily, holding the intimate gaze as they processed the meeting of changed souls. The stoic mask Caitlyn had learnt to wear endlessly was spotted instantly by Violet as she peered up at her, sensing the distress in her features by the subtle way the corner of her lips moved, her eyes containing a glimmer that could so easily be missed if it were anyone else. For Caitlyn, nothing but pain filled her at the broken look in Violet’s eyes, a familiar yet changed face in front of her as a small sigh escaped the standing woman, making a decision on what to do. 

It was clear Violet was in no state to actually explain why she was here, her eyes hazy as she struggled to keep focus, clearing under the influence, making Caitlyn forget the many questions she wanted to ask, a more pressing one spilling from her lips. 

“What happened?” She softly asked, putting on hold the onslaught of doubts and insecurities that wanted to pick away at her sanity, to gnaw away at her mind as her main priority was the other woman’s safety, eyes drifting across the dried blood in her black hair and the bruises that seemed to litter the expanse of abdomen she could see. It hurt her to see Violet in such a way, her hand wanting to reach out and caress her cheek, to offer some sort of care but she refrained, simply sitting on the edge of the bed and tilting her head to look at her. 

“I don’t know,” Violet whispered, eyes closing as the events replayed in her mind, not wanting to tell Caitlyn as there was no need, none of it was real. Why waste her breath and talk about something painful? Her words however only further increased the distress bubbling inside Caitlyn as she let her eyes search the injured woman’s body, trying to ignore the mass of black smears on her face to spot her split lip, bruised cheekbone and the cut over her eyebrow before lowering further down her body, catching how the wraps over her hands were discoloured, filled with grime and blood.

“Come on, we need to get you cleaned up,” Caitlyn murmurs after a moment, deciding she had to take care of the other woman, regardless of what was expected of her now as the Commander and leader of her house. 

Eventually, Caitlyn managed to get an unstable Violet to stand up, the latter seeming to be confused and shocked about something as she felt sturdy hands support her body, her eyes glued to the side profile of the Piltovan as they staggered over to her bathroom, the harsh light blinding. A grimace was engraved on Violet’s face at the intensity of the light, adding to the throb of her incessant headache as her injuries seemed to sink in her mind, the agony in her back and sides becoming prominent as she was directed to sit on the lid of the toilet, Caitlyn swiftly manoeuvring to grab a cloth to wash her face with.   

A strange feeling stirred in Violet’s gut as she slumped against the toilet, her legs spreading to get comfortable and feeling a bolt of pain crash through her, something Caitlyn spotted immediately as she gauged her reaction, feeling her intense blue on her.  A sense of hope built in Violet as she held the gaze as Caitlyn lifted the cloth to her face, the warmth of a remembered touch making her flinch slightly as it felt so foreign. 

“I’m sorry,” Caitlyn quickly apologised, thinking she had hurt Violet who shook her head, confused as to what was happening. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t be , but the feeling of being touched in such a gentle and tender way made her doubt herself. With a small nod of her head, she signalled for Caitlyn to carry on, ensuring to keep her eyes on the woman tending to her as she felt the delicate fabric brush across her face, wiping away the remnants of the black make up, wiping away the woman she changed into for the worse. 

Feeling Violet’s gaze on her so intensely, her blue following every single movement attentively confused Caitlyn as she continued to clean her skin, dipping the cloth into the water in the bowl that was soon turning black, using her finger to gently tip the other woman’s chin up so she could get the part that had smeared. She was puzzled at the disbelief in her eyes, the way Violet’s brows furrowed in almost realisation as she pulled back subtly, her hand raising and halting Caitlyn’s movement. 

“What?” Caitlyn asked in a confused but soft murmur, her head tilting in curiosity but also concern at the strange behaviour from Violet, a flash of vulnerability appearing on her face as she hesitated over her words. 

“Are you really here?” She managed out, uncomfortable at how raw her voice was with emotion, the way it wavered. Violet didn’t want to start believing, not if it was only going to break her heart once more when she’d wake up alone again. She wasn’t sure if she would have it in her to pick up the fractured pieces of her heart to keep on going. 

“Yes,” Caitlyn answered, confusion evident in her tone as she placed down the cloth, having cleaned the other woman’s face and now able to properly see the extent of the injuries on her face. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Normally you’re not,” Violet mumbles, trying to cover the vulnerability in her words as she watches Caitlyn stare into her eyes, trying to piece together all the small pieces of information she was given. “I just- It doesn't matter,” she trails off, turning her head away from Caitlyn momentarily, the other woman’s hand simply moving to cup her cheek tenderly, the action almost making Violet tear up at how intimate it felt. After everything, she felt safe. 

“No please, tell me,” she pleads, her tone conveying that she wouldn’t force Violet to tell her but that she hoped she would, a glimmer of understanding present in her blue if she chose not to answer. Her finger naturally started to brush against Violet’s cheek, being careful to not touch the sensitive skin of where she had been hit, trying to offer some sort of comfort whilst waiting for a response. 

“I see you a lot,” Violet confesses, eyes staying on the floor as she continued, “In the crowd, the club, my apartment…You make me feel safe.”  Her words make Caitlyn’s face soften, a conflicted look on her face as guilt starts to seep into her veins as she was the reason this had all happened, she was too blinded by grief and anger to see what she was throwing away and she had regretted it ever since. “But then you leave, you always leave,” Violet croaks out, lowering her head as her fingers twitch in her lap, not sure how to regulate her emotions. 

“I’m here, I promise I’m here,” Caitlyn murmurs back in a soothing and reassuring tone, lifting Violet’s head up to meet her gaze, trying to convey the whirlwind of emotions inside her in the look, the shared silence speaking volumes. Violent wanted to believe her, she desperately did, but she refrained from falling into a false sense of security just yet. 

The intimate moment lasted a little while longer before Caitlyn snapped out of it, realising she still needed to clean Violet up, wanting to clean her hair and the dried blood in it before tending to the cut on her forehead, soon asking Violet to kneel next to the bathtub, finding an easy approach to cleaning her hair without her getting too wet. 

“Your hair…It’s like an angry oil slick,” Caitlyn mumbled in an attempt to ease the atmosphere as she took the removable shower head off and started it, her hand checking the temperature of it and waiting for it to become lukewarm. 

The joke brought a small smile to Violet’s lip as she huffed out a chuckle, her hands moving to take her leather jacket off, leaving her in just the wrap covering her chest to which caught the other woman’s attention. The sight of a small glimmer of happiness on Violet’s features made Caitlyn’s heart flutter but it was quickly dampened by the sight of bruises and scars littering her tattooed covered back and the defined muscles of her abs.

“Don’t sugar-coat it, Cupcake,” Violet teased back, appreciating the gesture to lighten the mood as she turned her head slowly to look at her once more, unable to stop herself from looking at the Piltovan’s lips. 

The corner of Caitlyn’s lips attempted to tug up at her words but they struggled to remain upwards in a smile as her gaze landed on a bruise, the black and blue skin on Violet’s lower abdomen in a similar position as to where Caitlyn once thrusted the butt of her rifle into her. Logically, she knew it wasn’t the bruise formed by her actions but it still didn’t stop the guilt and regret that festered deep inside her, her fingers subconsciously reaching out for the skin, brushing against it ever so slightly before she lifted her head, meeting the blue that refused to stop observing her. 

“I’m sorry,” was all Caitlyn could whisper, not quite sure if words would be enough to get her apology across, Violet spotting the regret in her eyes and deciding to let it be, still not sure if she was in reality or not. 

“It’s ok Cupcake,” Violet spoke softly, wanting to remain in the bliss of the moment and not remind her of the scar that was present on her heart.

“But Violet-” Caitlyn tried but she was swiftly interrupted.

“Please, please just let me have this,” Violet murmured, voice laced with desperation which stopped the other woman, Caitlyn reluctant to do so but she did in respect of her wishes, instead motioning for her to position her head over the tub, ready to wash her hair out. 

Soon enough, black started to taint the clear water as the grime was washed out of the vibrant pink, Caitlyn pausing the water for a moment to lather in some of her shampoo into the hair, wanting to make sure it was thoroughly clean. She took her time with it, both women savouring the intimacy and domesticity of the moment whilst Violet also relished the sweet smell of her shampoo, reminding her of how much she loved it and the few hugs they shared where she let herself indulge in the smell of it. Upon seeing the content look on Violet’s features, Caitlyn smiled genuinely, her chest blooming with warmth at the delicate smile on her lips, her fingers continuing to scratch softly at her scalp before deciding it was time to wash it out, returning the shower head to spray warm water over the locks, running her fingers through it to ensure all the soap was removed. 

Once lifting her head, Violet was ready to take the towel from Caitlyn but was pleasantly surprised when she felt her start to rub the towel over the wet locks, drying her hair for her. 

Despite the tension that was underlying the entire scenario, so many words left unspoken, both of them enjoyed the tenderness of the moment, the way their eyes would meet as Caitlyn ruffled her pink locks a little more to ensure they were as dry as they would get. It was an escape for both of them, Caitlyn reminded of how much they had both seemed to lose themselves as she had been so utterly consumed with the words Ambessa poured into her ears, her mind shutting everything out and simply enjoying the moment with Violet, regardless of the unfortunate circumstances. 

A little while later, Caitlyn had finished treating the gash on Violet’s forehead, the cut on her eyebrow and the few tiny cuts that littered her body, her fingers searching for a cream to help with the pain from all the bruising when her eyes spotted the wraps covering the other woman’s hands, deciding they would need to be taken off due to how dirty they were. 

“I’m sorry but I think we need to take your wraps off,” Caitlyn said with an apologetic tone, knowing how much comfort the wraps brought the other woman and how she always had them done up, Violet processing the words slowly as her mind was still a little hazy from the alcohol, her brows furrowing once the words set in. Her gaze simply dropped to her hands, spotting the way the wrap covering her knuckles was a dark red, reminding her of the beating she had given someone and filling her with a little disgust as she enjoyed it, her eyes looking back up to the other woman, seeming to decide on something. 

After a little more thinking, Violet nodded, Caitlyn’s fingers gracefully unwinding the fabric from her hands, letting her thumb brush over the back of Violet’s hand, noticing how much bigger her hands were. The sensation was strange to Violet, never seeing her hands for being something that was gentle or soft, prompting her to try something different, lifting her hand up to Caitlyn’s cheek and hesitantly cupping it. 

Caitlyn’s eyes almost fluttered shut in relief to feeling of her caressing her cheek, her warm skin pleasant against the soft skin of her face whilst her body relished in the addictive feeling of Violet’s hand touching her intimately, arguably lovingly as she gazed at the blissed expression on Caitlyn’s face. When the other woman fluttered her eyes back open, Violet couldn’t stop her gaze lowering to her lips, remembering the way they felt against hers all that time ago, a sudden longing present in her chest, in her soul. Caitlyn shared the same feelings, her eyes copying Violet’s movements and drifting down to her lips, craving to feel them slot against her own again softly but she knew deep down they shouldn’t. She tried to convince herself to pull back, to stop leaning in as she saw Violet do, but her heart overpowered her, her head tilting to accommodate the other woman’s lips, wanting to feel love flood through her. 

The two of them paused momentarily before their lips touched, ghosting one another as they both seemed to check the other’s gaze for any doubts or hesitation, neither of them seeing anything and taking the final push to cross the line. 

Inevitably, their lips met into a tender, loving and passionate kiss, the action saying more than a thousand words but most importantly the two that mattered- I’m here. It was breath-taking, the intimacy of the kiss as Violet’s lips pressed against Caitlyn’s, igniting sparks within each other as the melody of their love finally became in tune, playing a song of tenderness and affection in their hearts, letting peace wash over them both. It was a kiss that felt like more than simply mending the broken bond, it was an embrace that healed something deep within Violet but also Caitlyn, the two of them never wanting the moment to end. 

Words were left unsaid yet they both understood each other, the sorrows, the regret, the pain, they both understood how the other felt without needing to verbalise it, their eyes meeting and expressing the mutual acknowledgement of how they were simply shadows of their former selves and pushing that aside, ready to embrace what was to come rather than what had happened. 

Violet was the first to move after the kiss, moving her head to hide at the crook of the other woman’s neck, basking in the warmth and safety of it as she finally started to accept she was really here, her emotions making her seek the comfort that only Caitlyn could provide her with. Naturally, Caitlyn slid her fingers back into her pink locks, scratching at her scalp softly as she gathered that she enjoyed it, letting the two of them sit in the comfortable silence for a little while longer before moving somewhere more comfortable after Caitlyn had finished tending to Violet’s injuries. 

Helping Violet to her feet proved to be a harder task than anticipated as a small, embarrassed noise slipped from her lips as she nearly stumbled over, Caitlyn’s hand secure around her waist as they simply tried to remain upright, Violet’s hand reaching out for the countertop.

“Sorry, I think I’m a bit drunk still,” Violet huffed out a little self conscious, Caitlyn’s brow raising in amusement as they very slowly made their way into the bedroom. 

“You think?” Was all Caitlyn teased playfully, helping her onto the bed before asking if she wanted to borrow something more comfortable than the ripped jeans she was still wearing, the other woman nodding and putting on the pair of baggy joggers Caitlyn had spare herself, Caitlyn cleaning up the bathroom to give her privacy. 

Finally, the two of them found themselves in bed, the two of them laying on their side and facing one another to keep the moment going, a look of something despondent appearing in Violet’s eyes, making Caitlyn’s brows furrow as she was so content moments ago. 

“Try and get some sleep, your body needs to rest,” She tried, assuming it may be the pain from her injuries or the extensive day Violet had, the other woman’s lips parting and closing, unsure of whether she should say what she wanted. With an encouraging look from Caitlyn, she eventually did so, 

“Promise me…You won’t leave me again,” Violet whispers, her words containing a hint of fear in them as her mind couldn’t stop the doubts picking away at her. Caitlyn simply offered a soft, reassuring smile in response, her hand moving to grasp Violet’s, lifting it up to her lips and pressing a kiss that soothed every worry within the other woman. 

“I promise, I’ll be right here when you wake up, I won't leave you again,” Caitlyn murmurs, her words laced with an underlying ‘I won’t make that mistake again’ as she keeps her blue on Violet, their souls intertwining. The words make Violet visibly relax, the corner of her lips tugging up as she lets her eyes drift across Caitlyn’s angelic features one last time before fluttering shut, exhaustion consuming her. 

“I’ll never leave you again,” Caitlyn whispered once she knew the other woman was asleep, watching the content expression sneak onto her face as she drifted off, Violet’s mind, body and soul able to rest as she was finally somewhere peaceful, somewhere safe. 

She felt… at home .

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Which will be the hardest day because everyone tends to freak out about going even a little. But really it surprises Lucifer that Adam would be better off in literal Hell than with his own family.

Adam even looked happier and healthier, his tan skin didn't look as pale and actually had a healthy glow to it, his pretty golden honey brown eyes shined with warmth and happiness and he smiled everyday.

Before Lucifer wasn't sure if Adam even smiled once a week. If that.

They ate their dinner and hunkered down for the night as the storm rolled in.

Adam and Lucifer crawled into bed as the rain and wind raged outside.

Lucifer: You okay?

Adam: Yeah, it's just rocking the boat a lot.

Lucifer: It'll pass dove, you're safe.

Adam blushed at both the nickname and Lucifer pulling him in closer, his scent was so calming. Lucifer wrapped blankets around them to keep them both nice and warm. Adam relaxed and just snuggled Lu, he never regretted running away with him.

It was just like one of those movies.

He was getting more comfortable with Lu putting his hands on his hips and waist and even his thighs. Adam wanted him, he desired Lu in a sexual way but was very scared more so in disappointing him and sex was never topic at home.

It was an act you did to make babies and that's it. Not that anyone followed that rule. Lu had even been his first kiss, he's his first real love, and he wanted him to be his first time.

Lucifer used his finger to tip Adams face up and kissed him making his heart happy.

Adam smiled and yawned cutely before nuzzling back in to go to sleep. Their legs tangled together and bodies so close with Lu's scent helping him sleep.

Adam loves him so much.

I also really love Nun Adam. But this time let him be a real nun and Lucifer come up as the devil looking for a new human bride 👀

I'm weak for aus like this.

I love nun!Adam au's!

Maybe too much.

Who am I kidding? There's no such thing. I'm so keen for this btw!

Let's start a new rp!

[ashes-of-ailell]

cackling maniacally as I write this yuriashe fic (it's all fluff)

[kingofanemptyworld]

I’m still thinking about Umemiya’s team as well as everyone else involved in the AU but! For now! Take our beloved blushy boy!

Current Team:

Absol (Partner Pokemon)

Riolu

Eevee

Togepi

Pichu

To address the obvious theme here: friendship. Yes, they’re also all adorable and Sakura deserves cute things, but primarily they’re a good representation of his canon-typical character growth — as in, you’re going to see these babies evolve at crucial moments during Sakura’s journey, and almost exclusively to show he’s opened his heart to another traveling companion.

And then there’s Absol, my personal favorite misunderstood Pokemon. A so-called harbinger of disaster who’s actually vital to preventing loss of life and resources. It’s my favorite pick for Sakura because it’s just so damn fitting for who he is and how his friends come to see him.

I’m leaving the last spot open for now but I’m leaning towards having him run into Type: Null at some point (don’t ask me how, this is all vibes and no plot at this point). It’s another friendship evolution so it’s especially good for this line-up, plus I appreciate that its in-game relevance lines up with Sakura’s canon themes again.

[thelostgirl21]

Okay, I've just gotta say though...

Imagine that you think you've fallen in love with some evil mastermind that only ever pretended to love you to gain power for himself!

Then, shortly after, you hear some sniffling coming from the corner of a room while searching for your family, and randomly find said "evil mastermind" looking like this:

Radovid's main casting requirement: being able to look so small, vulnerable, soft, lost, and hurt, that it'll have some members of the audience yelling "Jaskier, you better fix this right now, you big meanie! Or I'll never forgive you!" at their screen!

Basically,

Me, before season 3: "I don't think I'll ever be able to feel as protective of any character in any TV show ever as I do of Jaskier."

Radovid: "Hold my wine bottle, I've got this!"

Me, after season 3: "I now have this strange urge to throttle that bard if he ever hurts that one again... What the fuck is going on?"

[megasoup]

OMG GUYS AMELIA HFJONE PLUSHIE HAS BEEN ORDERED AND WILL BE COMING IN MAY

[tecchan]

Izumi Rei you literal fucking angel

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[xoxo-lixie]

Tipsy and Yours ᝰ.ᐟ

Paring- Chan x Reader

Summary-Tipsy and giggly, Chan clings to Y/N, getting shy as friends tease him, but her affection keeps him at ease.

It was a cool Friday night, the kind of evening that made you want to curl up with a blanket and a warm drink. But instead, Y/N found herself at a lively gathering at Chan’s apartment, surrounded by his closest friends. The music was upbeat, laughter filled the air, and the faint clink of glasses punctuated the conversation. Chan had been working hard lately, and his friends insisted he unwind for once. So here they were, enjoying a rare night off.

Y/N was perched on the couch, a glass of soda in her hand as she watched Chan across the room. He was laughing at something Seungmin said, his dimpled smile brighter than the string lights strung up on the walls. He looked happy, carefree, and… a little tipsy. It wasn’t often Chan drank, but tonight his friends had convinced him to let loose.

As the night wore on, Y/N noticed the change in him. His laughter grew louder, his movements looser. By the time he stumbled over to her, giggling over something that didn’t even make sense, she knew he was drunk.

“Y/N,” he slurred, plopping down beside her with a dopey grin. “You’re so pretty. Did you know that?”

Y/N chuckled, her cheeks heating up. “You’ve told me, Chan. A few times tonight, actually.”

“Well, it’s true,” he said, leaning closer. His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, though it was loud enough for the others to hear. “You’re the prettiest person in the whole room.”

From across the room, Felix and Hyunjin exchanged amused glances. “Uh-oh, looks like Chan’s in his clingy phase,” Hyunjin teased, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Chan blinked at them, his ears turning red. “I am not clingy,” he mumbled, though the effect was ruined when he wrapped his arms around Y/N and buried his face in her shoulder.

“Oh, definitely not clingy,” Felix quipped, his grin widening. “Completely independent, right?”

“Leave him alone,” Y/N said, laughing softly as she stroked Chan’s back. “He’s harmless.”

Chan pulled back just enough to look at her, his lower lip jutting out in a pout. “They’re teasing me,” he said, his voice filled with mock betrayal. “Make them stop.”

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or his natural warmth, but he felt like a human heater.

“Cuuute?” Jeongin echoed, raising an eyebrow. “Did you hear that, guys? Chan’s officially cute.”

“Stop,” Chan groaned, hiding his face in Y/N’s neck. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassing you?” Felix laughed. “Mate, you’re the one glued to Y/N like a koala.”

“Am not,” Chan mumbled, though he made no effort to move away. If anything, his grip tightened. “She’s comfy.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, the sound soft and warm. “Come on, let’s move somewhere quieter,” she said, gently nudging him. “You’re gonna fall asleep on me at this rate.”

He nodded eagerly and stood, wobbling slightly. Without a second thought, he grabbed her hand and led her to the corner of the room where a large armchair sat unoccupied. Before she could sit, he pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Chan!” Y/N exclaimed, half-laughing, half-surprised. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you close,” he said simply, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into her shoulder. “You’re mine.”

The room erupted into laughter, the guys absolutely losing it at Chan’s unabashed clinginess.

“Wow, he’s gone,” Seungmin said, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. “I’ve never seen him like this before.”

“Yeah, drunk Chan is… something else,” Hyunjin agreed, snapping a picture with his phone. “For the memories.”

Chan groaned again, peeking out just enough to glare at Hyunjin. “Delete that.”

“Not a chance.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and ran her fingers through Chan’s hair, calming him down. “Ignore them. They’re just jealous because they don’t have someone to take care of them like I do.”

That shut them up quickly, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel a little smug. Chan, meanwhile, melted under her touch, the tension leaving his body as he relaxed completely.

“Love you,” he murmured sleepily, his words slurring together.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied softly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. She could feel the warmth of his smile against her shoulder.

The night continued around them, but for Y/N and Chan, it felt like they were in their own little bubble. Drunk or not, he was hers, and she wouldn’t trade moments like this for anything.

[caitlinsnicket]

viktor relationship headcanons

warnings: if you squint, you might see something a little intimate, but other than suggestions, there's nothing.

a/n: surprised myself by not only writing this so quickly but also by not including any filth. wow.

masterlist | 🍉 | ko-fi

He lives for shoulder kisses, treating them as a sort of stress reliever.

You visit his lab, bringing him a cup of tea (to make him sleepier and get him to bed quicker), and as you pass by, you lean down to kiss his shoulder.

Even through his shirt, he can feel your warmth, and as you leave, he manages to relax a little more.

Sometimes, before you go, he'll hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, his lips wandering down your wrist and arm until you start pulling him away from the workbench.

On good days—the days when he doesn’t feel as much pain or discomfort just from breathing—he asks for your help removing the harness he wears around his middle section.

He doesn’t actually need the help, but he loves the way your skin feels against his, especially during such an intimate moment, and he savors every second with you.

Putting the harness back on is a hassle, but it’s easier now because you understand.

It’s one thing to force your help on him, and another to ask if he needs it. He appreciates that you ask—and that you back off when he tells you to.

Another bittersweet aspect of your relationship is that he’s always cold. While it’s uncomfortable for him when he’s alone, it’s the best thing in the world when you’re around.

He’ll shiver slightly, and you’ll appear out of nowhere, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and pulling him close, tucking his hands under your thighs and kissing his nose until he’s boiling hot.

You also insist that he drink more warm beverages (except coffee—you banned that from your apartment ages ago), wear thicker clothes, and even use masks in the lab because his colds are always worse than expected.

Viktor insists he’s a grown man perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but when you hold his hands in yours and blow on them, he swallows his pride and lets you. Your love comes in waves like these, and he’s learned to catch as much of it as he can.

He doesn’t pay much attention to his appearance. While that unintentionally makes him a hundred times more attractive, it becomes a problem as he grows more important. It’s hard to explain that he can’t show up to an important meeting looking disheveled and that he needs to fix his hair before leaving the house.

So, you sit him down on the little bench you use to get ready yourself, using some of your products to tame his hair, smoothing down stray locks and ensuring he looks polished. The entire time, he fights to stay awake because of your gentle touch, eventually resting his face against your belly and breathing you in.

When you’re done, it’s a bit hard to get him up and out the door, but you manage by peppering kisses on his cheeks and nose. His heart races at your affection, and he promises to return as soon as possible so the two of you can be together again.

At some point, while redecorating the apartment for the millionth time, a picture falls out of one of his books: it’s him as a child, holding up a toy boat with a huge smile on his face. The sight makes you momentarily consider starting a family right then and there, so you call him over to show him.

He stutters, trying to snatch the photo from your hands, but you stop him, giggling at his embarrassed expression.

"You were so cute as a kid! I mean, you still are, but you looked so small! Baby Vik!" you tease, and he buries his face in his hands.

You end up framing the photo and hanging it on the living room wall, right beside one of your own.

But his absolute favorite thing the two of you do together is bathing. He never saw the point of it before—showering was easier and more practical—but now, he needs at least one bath a week just to keep going.

You fill the bathroom with bubbles, scents, and soaps, and he gets to sit back and relax with you in the warm water (which soothes his pain) in a dimly lit room. He loves it: your hands gently touching him, the care you take to ensure he’s comfortable and content in the tub, and even washing his hair for him.

He finds it almost pathetic how completely in love he is with you.