Therapist!Reader, who was assigned to the unit to help soldiers deal with the aftermath of their work. Offer daily psychological support and, in extreme cases, referral to a psychiatrist.
Therapist!Reader, who looks like the sweetest creature in the world. A plump, short body and kind features. She laughs and smiles, completely unafraid of the threatening men around her.
Therapist!Reader, who, in the first weeks of her stay, set up her office and, within a couple of months, developed a therapy plan for the entire unit.
Therapist!Reader, who soon realized that despite her requests, few actually showed up for her scheduled sessions. Many soldiers believed that it was not necessary to visit her.
Therapist!Reader, who was having none of it.
Today was a quiet day at the base. The distant hum of voices could be heard in the corridors, and the lamps flickered with a characteristic buzz. After training, the soldiers were able to catch a short break. Two sergeants hung out in the far hallway, hoping to avoid their scheduled session. They were sure that you probably didn’t go further than your floor and wouldn’t be able to find them.
"I'm not going to waste my break talking to Miss Cupcake." The first sergeant snorted, playing with his knife. "She's here for show anyway. So that our superiors can say that they take care about us."
"Yeah, for sure." The second sergeant agreed, snickering. "She also probably won't last here more than a year."
"With her softheartness? I agree— EEECHKHK!?!" Suddenly, his voice broke into a scream, scaring his friend shitless. The second sergeant snapped his neck to the side where his friend was looking and saw you... smiling menacingly.
"There you are, boys!" You classped your hands together, your voice dripping with sweetness. As if you didn't just appear out of nowhere. "I was looking everywhere for you. I believe it's time for your session, no?"
They swallowed nervously in unison and nodded.
Therapist!Reader, who made it clear that mistaking her kindness for weakness was a grave mistake.
Therapist!Reader, who literally hunted down her patients. There was no way to hide or escape from her. She was either running after the disobedient soldiers or rollerblading.
Therapist!Reader, who would stop at nothing to get someone. She knew no fatigue or disgust. If you deliberately avoided therapy, she would be right there after you.
The soldiers tried everything to escape you. They pretended to be wounded or sick, hid in barracks, and tried to take on extra tasks. All this stubbornness, so as not to sit in a comfortable armchair for an hour. You didn't understand this. It literally became a separate challenge for them. They were trained as highly skilled soldiers, but somehow, they were no match for a civilian. It was humiliating!
Today, they tried a new tactic. They climbed a tower at the training ground. It was part of an obstacle course complex, and it was only possible to climb up there by putting in a considerable amount of effort. They were absolutely sure that with your physique you wouldn't be able to reach them.
"Finally, some peace and quiet!" One of the recruits cheered, getting comfortable. "It will be our safe heaven from now on."
Other recruits and sergeants howled in agreement, exchanging snacks, drinks, and cigars. Like boys at a sleepover, honestly. Cooped up in their tree house, they did everything they could to avoid their responsibilities. But they didn't yet know what awaited them.
The weather was cloudy but calm. So they all clearly heard the creaking of the ropes at the base of the tower. Someone was climbing up, and since they were all here... Who could it be?
The hand slapping the edge of the tower startled them all, causing them to press against the walls like frightened cockroaches. A head followed the hand, and then you, dressed in a tracksuit. Their faces turned pale, and their bodies trembled when they saw the familiar smile.
"Found you, boys.~"
Therapist!Reader, which exceeded all expectations and firmly established herself in the unit. Price certainly knew how to select not only soldiers but personnel as well.
Therapist!Reader, who, although she was not military, received a callsign to match: Ratel. Just as stubborn and determined.
Therapist!Reader, who offered compassion to everyone who sought it. Being on her good side meant getting treats during the session and even heart-to-heart talks. She was only strict with those who walked all over her.
Therapist!Reader, who, despite her build and love for food, was very strong and was involved in sports.
It was Friday evening. Simon decided to work out in the gym without the rest of the team knowing. He'd recently been shot in the shoulder and the wound was aching like bitch, but he didn't want the break in training to affect his shape. The training will take no more than an hour, he will be fine.
What they don't know won't hurt them.
As he walked down to the hall, his sports bag on his good shoulder, he heard strange sounds. It sounded like aggressive loud music. Metal perhaps? So someone was already working out in the gym. Bloody hell. As he approached the door, he began to hear the lyrics of the song, which surprised him greatly.
Behind the door he found none other than you. You confidently lifted the barbell, standing on your two feet, to the sounds of the song Barbie Girl. With your back to the door, you didn't even notice his arrival.
"I'M A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORLD!" Blared from your speaker while you were lifting the barbell up.
"LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT'S FANTASTIC!" It continued while you were lowering.
The sight was both impressive and amusing. So much so it made Simon, the notorious Ghost, chuckle. He didn't know you had that side in you. Although, given all the circumstances, the team had some guesses. Strong and iron-willed, yet still feminine and kind. It was a pleasant combination of character traits.
Therapist!Reader, who managed to win the love of the unit. And with those who still treated her condescendingly, members of TF141 helped her. Security cameras and Johnny's quick feet were always at her disposal.
Therapist!Reader, who didn't notice how slowly but surely she began to be with four men more and more often. At lunches, during their training sessions, or just during random breaks.
Therapist!Reader, who treasured all the gifts that were given to her. Johnny's drawings, photos from Kyle at the moment he was "thinking about her", a beautiful organizer from John for all her pens and notebooks, and beautiful stones, bullets and other trinkets from Simon.
Therapist!Reader, who did not notice the lingering touches. Johnny's arm was around her shoulders as he spoke. How Kyle would take her hand and lead her when he wanted to show her something. Or how John woud put his hand on the small of her back, as he positioned her where he wanted. Or the touch of Simon's little finger when they sat close.
Therapist!Reader, who, unfortunately, was oblivious.
This might be because I'm very partial to the game of COD: Ghosts. But thoughts on Logan/Ghost/Soap polycule? One cautious, reserved man, one flippant, reserved man and one ball of sunshine man. All in a polycule, and all madly in love with each other. (Plus bonus happy family scenes with Logan's dog Riley)
Have a little winter cheer, everyone!~ It will be a small simple piece in several parts.
Part 1/Part 2/Part 3
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It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas. Ev'rywhere you go.~
Winter was rapidly taking its toll. The days grew shorter and the nights colder. Every day, little snow ballerinas, snowflakes, danced their enchanting dance, captivating the attention of both children and busy adults. In less than a week, the sleeping earth was covered with a soft blanket of snow. The grey city streets were dressed in their festive attires, with balls being worn as earrings and garlands as beads. Festive trees were erected in the central squares, and future fairs were built to open their gates for eager guests. Whether you were a child looking forward to the holidays, a student dreading exams, or a working adult, the atmosphere of the upcoming holiday lifted your spirits and motivated you to push forward.
Soldiers knew just as much as civilians how important holidays were. With their line of work, it was necessary to take a rest from time to time. Go to the city, hang out with friends, visit family, and so on. The breaks between missions hardly counted as fulfilling, though they learned to appreciate the little things in life. This year, many managed to get a trip home. Some earlier, some later. Yet there were also those who decided to stay at the base. Before leaving, however, each of your patients took on the mission of gifting you something. These were simple things, as a little tradition, but together they created a mountain of sweets, tea bags, tangerines and small decorations.
You were just in the process of organizing this pleasant mess when you heard footsteps approaching outside your office door. A light, slightly bouncy gait, and calm, but not limping or overly heavy. Before the visitors had time to announce their arrival, you turned to greet them with a smile.
"Johnny, Kyle!" You sat down on the edge of the table, leaning on your outstretched arms. "What brings you here?"
"Daingead, lass, you guessed again," Johnny chuckled, sprawling out on the sofa you had for sessions. At this point, with how often he came, it was his second bed. "I'm starting to get interested in this wee ability of yours."
"It's not that impressive." You brushed him off playfully. "When you know someone enough, you start to notice things like that."
"Aye, but guessing ten people based on their gait alone? This is no easy task for an ordinary civilian." He continued with his praise, grinning.
"Oh, can't it, Johnny." Kyle slapped him on the back of his head, making Johnny let out an outraged huff. Then, he turned to you. "What's with this collection of goodies? Did Santa visit you early?"
"More like a horde of his elves." You laughed, offering them a candy each. "I hope you can help me deal with this mountain before it gets spoiled. I won't be able to devour it myself."
"You don't even have to ask." Johnny beamed like a kid in the candy store, already reaching for the juicy tangerine. "I will save you from the terrible fate of eating sweets."
"Buffoon." Kyle shook his head in mock exasperation, unwrapping the candy. "But thanks, hon, we'll take you up on that offer."
Later that day, you were busy sorting documents and tidying up your office. According to a long-standing tradition, it was forbidden to bring mess into the new year. Plus, you loved cleaning in general. There was something calming about the methodical work of putting everything together in every corner. Watch as the surfaces become cleaner, as the cabinets and table brighten with festive decorations, and as the bowl fills with new treats (which were now significantly less thanks to Johnny's contribution). You felt like a Studio Ghibli character in the middle of the film.
At the same time, four men gathered together in the Price's office, thinking about how to spend the holiday and, most importantly, how to break down your wall of obliviosness. It was about time you realised their intentions, no? For someone who was supposed to specialize in human behavior, you were way too dense. It made them wonder if you were just pretending. However, they never saw any deceit in your beautiful eyes. Somehow, it was more infuriating.
"Maybe we should move the action somewhere else?" Price suggested, putting his arm around Kyle's waist as they sat close together on the couch. "We'll rent a cabin in the woods, with a big fireplace and a fluffy carpet. One thing will lead to another eventually."
"Kyle's taste in reading has influenced you, Cap." Johnny teased, sitting on the arm of Simon's armchair. "Are you trying to have a real-life romance novel?"
"Oh, hush, Johnny." Price huffed in his own fashion, shooting his sergeant a glare. "If we want to win the heart of our beloved therapist, we must be straightforward and romantic."
"Aye, aye." Johhny agreed, but not without a chuckle.
"And I'd like to avoid us looking like lovesick idiots in the process." Simon added gruffly, scratching his neck in a lazy fashion. "More when we already do, anyway."
"Then it's settled." Kyle finished, standing up.
They had a lot of work ahead of them. Book a cabin, stock up food, and pack their things and decorations for the trip. It was all part of one big operation you didn't even know about: "Catch the Ratel." You were happy to agree to spend time with your friends. Being confined to the base for long periods of time was tiring and depressing. The mind loved change. Plus, because of the snowstorms, your flight home was postponed anyway. It was a perfect opportunity for you all to spend some quality time together.
Tf141 has never failed a mission.
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I was mesmerized by Losin' Streak, and a small idea brewed in my head. ~🩷
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BarSinger!Reader, who are friends with the bar owner. They may not be necessarily interested in alcohol, but they certainly enjoy the atmosphere. Cheap snacks are bonus.
BarSinger!Reader, who have dated worthless partners too many times. Different types of abusers, man children and casanovas. They were like a magnet for freaks and creeps. Poor thing...
BarSinger!Reader, who after another breakup were at their very lowest. Their self-esteem was at rock bottom, and simply existing was unbearable. They were committed in a relationship, but they got betrayed again.
BarSinger!Reader, who didn't date very often, giving themselves time to be by themselves. They were a person who could not rush from one person to another after parting.
BarSinger!Reader, who, over the years of their lives, are tired of the pattern of shitty partners. What was the point of healing if the next partner would leave them broken?
BarSinger!Reader, who needed to release pent-up emotions. The bar owner suggested a small stage he had recently built in his bar.
It was Friday evening, the time when the worries of the past workweek faded away, evaporating in the haze of uncertain days to come. The aroma of delicious snacks and incense hung in the air, soothing the overwrought mind. The weekend lay ahead, and today, the workers could rest their weary heads and relax their backs over a strong drink.
The Silvertongue Bar was a simple yet elegant place, furnished with dark walnut furniture, red velvet sofas and armchairs, and chandeliers that lit the space like works of art. The heart of the place, naturally, was the bar, where the menu was displayed and bottles and drinkware were arranged on shelves. Off to the side, in the spacious dining room, slightly elevated above the tables, was the stage. And today, it all belonged to you.
One sip of strong drink relaxes the mind, the second weakens the tongue, and the third makes you want to sing. That evening, the song "Real Man" by Beabadoobee was sung on the stage. You poured all your heart and soul into this performance, your voice enveloping the visitors' ears like honey. The crowd wanted more, and you delighted their ears until the night.
BarSinger!Reader, who started to perform regularly after that. Every Friday, they were there without delay or hitch. Sometimes, they performed alone, sometimes with someone else.
BarSinger!Reader, who for the most part sang calm songs, but sometimes there was something more playful. When they came down from the stage and interacted a bit with the visitors.
BarSinger!Reader, who got a small fan base of devoted visitors. Often, these were older men, some of whom perceived them as grandchild. They called them their song bird.
BarSinger!Reader, who received gifts from their younger fans also. This allowed them to realize that they were still very attractive and desired. It was a massive ego boost they needed.
BarSinger!Reader, who received news that regular customers would soon be arriving at the bar. This confused them.
It was after another show that you found out about it. Still dressed in pretty costume and with flowers in hands. "You mean to tell me that in a week the 'regulars' are coming, whom I haven't seen in a year of my part-time work here?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Something didn't add up in your head.
"I know how it sounds, but it's really simple," your friend chuckled, clapping you on the shoulder. "They're in the military and often go away for long missions. But they supported me through difficult financial times and always came back."
"Well, now it makes sense." You chuckled, putting the bouquet on the counter and sitting down to relax. "Can't wait to meet them, then."
"Oh, you'll like them for sure. They're a very nice bunch."
As promised, a week later, you were preparing to welcome the regulars. It was an evening for another interactive performance. There was quite a large crowd in the bar, and the room was buzzing with anticipation. However, as soon as you appeared, all the talking and laughter died down. You started singing, walking down the stage with the progression of the song.
"My feet knew the path. We walked in the dark, in the dark. I never gave a single thought to where it might lead." Your appearance was like the descent of the moon itself from the sky above. The dark suit with splashes of white stars and black gradient and the long cape created a captivating look. So mesmerizing that everyone in the room followed you with their eyes.
Following the rhythm of the song, you walked around the tables one by one, giving the visitors fleeting touches or encircling them with your scarf for a breef moment. The bar owner said his friends usually sit at a large table in the back. So you made them your final destination.
The song was coming to an end as you sat down on their table, raising your hand up. "The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun. Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own.~" Then you turned to them, smiling.
"I shine only with the light you gave me." Your hand slipped to fix the hat of one of the men, surprising him.
"I shine only with the light you gave me." You ruffled the mohawk of the second one playfully, making him break into a doopey smile.
"I shine only with the light you gave me." You ran your hand along the chin of the third one with deep brown eyes, sending shivers down his spine.
"I shine only with the light you gave me." You blew a kiss to the last man in the skeleton mask, receiving no obvious reaction. However, you could have sworn you saw something flicker in his eyes for a moment.
With the performance over, you went to your makeshift dressing room, leaving quite a first expression. And that was far from the end, since you still had to meet men properly. Exchange names, get to know each other better, the usual. However, you didn’t yet know that their interest in you ran much deeper.
It was not supposed to take this long. I spent the whole day creating this small piece...
To be honest, you had doubts about whether it would be possible to book a cabin on such short notice. After all, holiday planning took place months, sometimes even six months, in advance. However, Price demonstrated that he had the right connections for the job. So, here you were. On the threshold of the cabin.
It was a sturdy wooden two-story building with a triangular roof dusted with snow. There was nothing but dense forest for kilometers around, and a shiny frozen river was visible in the distance. The entire area was enclosed by a fence made of logs, ending at large carved gates. You would have taken a closer look at them, but for now, you needed to unpack your things. In the distance, you could already hear the familiar "shite" as some particular Scot couldn't untie things from the roof of the car. Simon was already on his way to help the poor guy out, but he was too prideful to accept it. After picking up some of the things, you all walked up the porch into the house.
The inside of the cabin turned out to be even more cozy. Upon entering, you immediately found yourself in a large living room. The walls were covered in dark green wallpaper and decorated with nature paintings. A fireplace stood in the center, along with a large sofa and a fluffy rug at its feet. Right next to it was the dining place with a round table and five chairs, and in the other room was the kitchen with nice white tiles, a stove and a kitchen aisle. On the other side, there was a staircase and a toilet room.
"Let's go get settled in the rooms upstairs," John announced, already walking up the stairs. "After that, we can get to work on decorations and food for the holiday."
"Fine by me." You followed suit, the rest of the men after you. Around them, you often felt like you were in a cocoon. Warm, safe, and sometimes restraining. Especially when Johnny was in a cuddly mood of his.
On the second floor there were three bedrooms, a bathroom and a toilet. Having discussed everything, you divided the rooms. You got the first bedroom, John and Kyle the second, Johnny and Simon the third. They were soldiers, so sleeping together was nothing new to them. Larger numbers of people often had to huddle in the trenches. You didn't even suspect a thing.
While you were calmly unpacking your things, putting clothes and shower items in the closet, they were already preparing their brilliant, sinister operation. Snowman building.
Once you were fully settled in the cabin, you went your separate ways. John and Simon went to light the fireplace with the kindly provided firewood from the owners. Johnny went to take a nap, and Kyle decided to read a little before dinner preparation later. So, you returned to the gates that had caught your attention earlier.
They were truly remarkable. Across their entire expanse, a forest etude was carved out of wood, seemingly alive. The trees were standing tall, encircled by the playful winter wind. At their roots on the snowy ground, a fox was trotting, and its buddy, right next to it, was jumping with its muzzle right in the snowdrifts. Two playful creatures were caught in this wooden painting. Truly adorable sight.
However, your session of enjoying art was abruptly interrupted. In a matter of seconds, a pile of snow ended up behind your collar, making you jump and squeal in surprise. Then rang out a very obnoxious laugh. You whipped your head in the direction of the sound, catching following annoying sight: Johnny smirking with another snowball at ready.
"You—!"
"Me?" He pointed to his chin in mock innocence, pursing his lips and flapping his eyelashes.
"Yes, you!" You laughed loudly, brushing the snow off yourself. Then, you knelt down to gather snow for your revenge with bare hands.
"Gloves, bonnie—" He tried to chide only to get a mouthful of snow from you. You laughed cheerfully, leaning back and clutching your stomach. It was childish, you knew that, but seeing his bewildered expression was absolutely worth it. To be fair, he started it.
In the meantime, Johnny wiped the snow off his lovely mug and narrowed his eyes at you. "Oh, you're so going to get it, lass." He warned with a low rumble, rolling his shoulders and cracking his knuckles. For a man his age, he took games too seriously.
"Oh?" You grinned, putting on gloves as if preparing for a battle. "Bring it, Johnny boy."
The snowball fight blew its war horns. A real battle unfolded on the snow-covered field. Snow and even clumps of frozen earth were flying through the air. Your voices alternated between playful threats and laughter as you dodged each other's attacks. None of you wanted to give up easily. Kyle, who entered the threshold, found himself in this whirlwind of activity. You quickly got him into the game, and the three of you fought each other now. By the end, you were tangled in one big pile, breathing heavily and chuckling. The game was a success.
"Oi, you muppets, get up!" John called out, walking up to you three. "You'll freeze your asses if you stay lying here."
"Cap is right." Jonny agreed begrudgingly, standing up and helping you and Kyle. "Maybe we should take it easy for now."
"Sure." You chuckled, wiping the snow off yourself and the other two and fixing everyone's clothes. It was a habit of yours. While you were at it, you absentmindedly brushed Kyle's cheek to take out a little twig caught in his hat. "There."
"Thanks, love." He smiled while a slight blush grazed his cheeks.
You all returned to the house, deciding to take a short break. At the table, you all sat, drinking tea with delicious orange cookies. The air was filled with soft talks and occasional laughs as you shared stories. It was comfortable like that. Familiar. Their presence, their touch made you feel like you belonged. It was a rare and cherished feeling.
An hour later, you were back outside with a new idea. Kyle suggested making snowmen, and you thought, why not? You went to different parts of the clearing and started your art projects. The very first difficult question was: What's to make? After some thought, you decided to make a small, charming snow bunny. You folded its soft, round body, added ears, and carefully drew closed eyes. In the end, you had a perfect cuddly creature.
Suddenly, you felt someone's presence behind you. Turning around, you saw Simon, his balaclava serving to keep him warm more than anything. He knelt beside you, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "Bunny, huh? Cute." He said gruffly with his usual sarcastic note.
"Yeah." You picked it up, smoothing its snowy fur. "What did you make?"
"Dog." He answered flatly, pointing to his creation. The sight of it made you lose it. It was just a pile of snow with a slightly carved muzzle and two pebbles for eyes. "Stop laughing."
"Why? It's ridiculous."
"Cos I fockin' said so." He said in his gravely Manchester accent, making you laugh harder.
"Sorry, Si. You're no boss of mine."
"Hey, guys c'mere—!" Johnny called out, using his hands as a bullhorn. Not that it was necessary, really. "We're bringing snow family together."
You two shook your head but brought your creations nonetheless. Simon's snowy "dog," and you bunny found place near bear, fox, and duck. You all stood together, looking at the resulting snow menagerie. It was silly yet still perfect. Although Johnny didn't lose the opportunity to poke fun at Simon.
The five of you stood under the spreading blanket of stars a little longer, your warm sighs turning into white steam. The holiday was coming soon. Tomorrow, you will decorate the Christmas tree and start preparing the holiday table. It might seem like an inconvenience, a wasted time, but doing these things together created its own special atmosphere.
You shivered slightly as cold wind rushed past you. "There, luv." John said, hugging you to himself. Other men sandwiching you immediately. "Comfy?"
You woke up the next day not to the smell of coffee but rather the smell of burning, which made you jump out of bed and run downstairs like a bullet. Once in the kitchen, you saw Simon holding a tray with something looking like coals on it, and Johnny clutching his head in grief. Without wasting any time, you opened the windows in the kitchen to let in some fresh air.
"What happened here?" You coughed, waving away the disgusting smell. "These," you pointed to the tray, "look like scorched sinners in hell."
"Be nice, sweetheart." Johnny let out a suffering sigh, his shoulders slumping. "We tried our best."
"He forgot to set up a timer." Simon turned him in shamelessly, disposing of the evidence.
"Hey now!" Johnny sputtered in indignation. "You could've warned me—"
"I couldn't with you being all over—" Simon started with a smirk in his eyes, probably hinting at some event earlier. But a cough from behind cut him off. It was Price who came to the sound of the commotion. He looked rumpled, too. You wondered why.
You smiled at his questioningly arched eyebrow and, placing your hand on his shoulder, led him to the sofa. "False alarm," you reassured. "Coffee?"
"Would love to." John answered gruffly and caught your hand, kissing your knuckles gently. Brits and their gentleman's nature. But you didn't mind. The touch of his mustache felt funny on your skin.
Having tied festive apron, you grounded the coffee beans into powder and put it on to brew. In the meantime, you decided to help Johnny and Simon in their failed attempt to make a gingerbread house. You got the necessary ingredients, and under your guidance, they mixed them, leveling the resulting mass into future walls and roof. By the time you set the baking timer, the coffee was already ready, and you delivered it to John. Watching him blossom into awake state warmed your heart.
The following hours were filled with noisy festive preparations. After a quick breakfast, the five of you set about setting the table for the upcoming evening. First you prepared the main dishes, the hearty meals. This part was the longest. You all were all elbow-deep in sauces, meat, and vegetables. While the men were cutting everything up with their military efficiency, you were putting it on plates and into baking trays and pots to cook or boil.
After that, you laid out the snacks and drinks, leaving the champagne and whiskey in the refrigerator until the party hours. Then came in the desserts. It was adorable watching Johnny and Kyle hold up the walls of the gingerbread house so you could glue them together with icing. Once the foundation was done, you all took turns decorating it with candy and icing, creating your own sloppy masterpiece. At least it was delicious.
Then came in the final part of traditional preparations. Spruce decoration. It turned out to be pure chaos...
"Oi, quit throwing tinsel on me!" Simon barked, swatting at Johnny, who was cackling like a hyena. "But you look prettier that way, Si.~"
You rolled your eyes in affection while helping put on lights. Kyle held you steady on his shoulders as you wrapped the tree. "To the right, please." You asked him, concentrating on the task. "Sure thing."
John, meanwhile, was helping out by commanding like usual. His gruff 'hang it there' or 'no, more to the right/left' was heard throughout the process. He himself was lounging on the cushy armchair, letting his weary body rest. He may not have been a decrepit old man, but he was certainly no snot-nosed youth. His body was killing him sometimes, especially the lower back. Noticing him wincing, you decided to help out.
"Here, stand up for me." You ordered gently. Then, you put the heating pad on the armchair and sat him back down. "It won't cure you, but it will certainly ease the pain." With that, you were gone to do something again. Helping them out was like a second nature to you by now. You didn't even notice. They did, however.
Now that John was much more comfortable sitting, he smiled as he watched you like a busy bee flying around the house. Moments like these with you made him remember time and time again why they decided to let you into their inner circle in the first place. You were soft and kind, yet firm and determined. You loved helping and caring for each of them equally in different ways. If you weren't a perfect addition, then who was? Tonight was the night.
The fireworks died down. The champagne flowed freely, and you began your meal. The feast was loud and warm. You all hugged and kissed each other on the cheeks. The food you cooked together tasted even better during this family gathering. On the edge of civilization, in a dense forest, there were just the five of you... and it was perfect.
Afterward, you all settled into the living room to exchange gifts. They were nothing special or expensive per se. However, these were trinkets that you knew each of you would like. A group photo in a nice frame, a new warm hat, an interesting book, things like that. When it came to you, you opened the single box in green wrapping paper. It was a heart lock and inside the photo...
"It's us." John said, resting his hands on the armchair. His legs were snuggly wrapped in the blanket. Kyle sat on one side of you, Simon, on the other, and Johnny was standing right behind you, resting his hands on the back of the couch. Their attentive attention riveted on you made you realize that this was clearly not an ordinary gift. It meant more. "We would like you to become... ours."
"Ours?" You echoed, your cheeks toasting up. "You mean dating? All of you?" The last part came out as a surprised whisper. They nodded eagerly. "I... yes, of course."
In a heartbeat, you were swarmed in hugs and kisses, each man having their turn to caress your lips with theirs. Not that it was all settled, they couldn't be happier. You return their embrace with your own affection, laughing happily. John helped you put the necklace on, the silent declaration of the love you felt for each other.
That night, after cleaning and retiring to bed, you all settled on the bed together. With you in the middle yet again. Their strong hugs and caresses lulled you to sleep. You had beautiful dreams that night. The knowledge that you now had each other made your heart beat more deeply. It was a dream come true.
I know my writing style isn't perfect, but I'm practicing to do better. Thank you for being here, and have wonderful holidays! 🌨🎄✨️
