#Thanks for the idea Nutella

[prlssprfctn]

Dick, tired after another session of being bullied by his own siblings: God, do we even have someone in this family who is accepting?

Tim: Well, not me and Steph, obviously

Damian: I am not in this particular competition. Perhaps Cain?

Stephanie, scoffing: Absolutely not my beautiful Cass. She judges you hard every day in my dms.

Dick, hopeful: Duke?

Damian, who had been shit-talking about others with Duke for a year now: You have a wrong idea in mind, Grayson.

Cassandra, appearing out of nowhere: Jason.

Tim, instantly protesting: No! He is like, professional hater.

Cassandra, shrugging: Does he hate things? Yes. Does he judge? No. Try admitting the most different things to him — you will see.

Everyone: ...

Everyone: On it.

Tim, eying at Jason, who sits in the Batcave during one of the missions: Jason?

Jason: Mhm?

Tim: Urgh... I fucked up. Forgot about Bart's birthday.

Jason: Okay? Just aplogise and gift him stuff.

Tim: ...Okay, wtf, since when you are so understanding?

Jason: Wtf?

Duke: Urgh, Jason?

Jason: What?

Duke: I got in the fight in school.

Jason: Well, you clearly won?

Duke: Yeah, sure.

Jason: Cool. Have fun dealing with the aftermath.

Duke: ...

Duke: ...Thanks?

Stephanie: I eat pineapple pizza and coat my watermelon with Nutella.

Jason:

Jason: ...Okay? Bon appetite?

Stephanie: !!!

Damian: I probably killed someone by the accident.

Jason: Aha. Is that a request for my cleaning services or just an information to keep in mind?

Damian: ...Second one.

Jason: Ok. Have fun.

Dick, a week after: Man, okay, you are clearly not high, I checked. What is the secret of such an angelic level of acceptance while being a hater????

Jason: I follow the Idk+Idc rule. I don't know and I don't care.

Dick: But don't you feel outrageous? At least sometimes? LIKE, MAN, WATERMELON AND NUTELLA?

Jason: I don't know. I don't care.

Jason, after a beat of silence: Unless it is Bruce. Him, I judge.

Dick: ...Of course.

[hvnlygrl]

hii can u do rafe cameron

can u pls do soft!rafe cameron or soft!jj maybamk where reader and him get into an argument and then he storms out and then the next morning reader gets her period, and when he comes home he just sees her lying on the bed eith a heating pad so he decides to make her a cookie skillet with nutella in it and ice cream on top of it and when he gives it to her she immediately starts sobbing and covering her face with the back of her hand telling him how shes so sorry and that she wished she never foughr with him and then he just comforts her and helps her eat while they watch a movie

⌞ I TAKE IT ALL BACK ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | rafe cameron x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 1.3k

જ⁀➴ warnings | lotta cussing, reader gets a little mean, argument between rafe/reader, hurt/comfort.

જ⁀➴ synopsis | after a fight with rafe due to your hormones during that time of the month, he goes out of his way to make you feel better.

જ⁀➴ notes | sorry i kinda went in a little bit of a different direction with this i hope that's okay! but the general idea is still the same... thank you for the request! it's such a sweet idea <3

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it had never bothered you before, the sound of rafe on his game in the spare bedroom, but for some reason the loud sounds of him on the headset with his friends were driving you up the wall while you tried to watch your show in the living room. 

you sighed out in annoyance when you heard him for what seemed like the 20th time in 5 minutes, “GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? TOPPER GET HIS ASS!” 

you clicked the volume up on the t.v. in front of you, head beginning to ache from the loudness of the show mixed with the loudness from the game room. you were unsure of how to handle the situation. you didn’t want to ruin rafe’s fun on the game, and you surely didn’t want to start an argument with him but you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you paused the show, stood from the couch and stomped your way down the hallway. you didn’t bother knocking on the door since you knew he wouldn’t hear it, instead opening it as soon as you reached it. “rafe,” you called out. no answer. he continued clacking at the keys on the p.c., shouting orders at topper and kelce over the headset. “rafe,” you called out again, quite a bit louder this time. still no answer. 

at this point you were fed up. you were unsure of where the blind rage came from, but before you knew it you yanked the headset from his head. 

“what the-y/n? what the fuck are you doing?” he shouts at you, his eyes flitting back and forth between the computer screen and your angered expression. 

“can you shut the fuck up, dude? i’m trying to watch my show,” you grumble at him as if it's obvious. 

“woah,” he cocks his head back at your statement, “chill out.” 

now you’re really pissed. “don’t tell me to fucking chill out!” 

“babe, it’s not that serious,” he continues clacking at the keys on the game. 

“it is that serious. you try watching your favorite show and listen to me hooting and hollering from the next room. it’s fucking aggravating and i can't take it anymore right now.” 

rafe rolls his eyes. “i don’t know what you want me to tell you, y/n, it’s really not that serious. i’m doing my thing and you’re doing yours. you don’t see me busting through the door to get on your ass about the t.v. being too loud.” 

you can hear the oohs and ruh-rohs coming from the headset, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“oh my god, dude, can you just act like a fucking adult for five minutes? you don’t have to play fortnite every single night with your gay ass homeboys. maybe you could spend time with your girlfriend instead of being on the game from the second you get home until hours after i fall asleep.” 

“that is so not true and you know it, bruh.” 

“if you’re gonna play the game and not even interact with me, then just go do it at your own damn apartment. i’m not fucking dealing with this right now. i have a migraine and i don’t want you here tonight.”

rafe can't ignore the pang that shoots through his heart at your words. “seriously? you’re kicking me out?” 

“yeah,” you mutter softly before leaving the room and heading back to the living room. cramps begin overtaking the muscles in your stomach, only adding to your agitation. you breathe out shakily, your throat beginning to tighten as you watch him grab his bag and storm out. 

once the door slams behind him, a wave of guilt washes over you, your eyes watering as you smack yourself for kicking him out. all you wanted was for him to stop being so loud and now he’s on the way back to his apartment, pissed at you for embarrassing him in front of his friends and for sending him home.

you lie down on the couch, allowing the tears to stream freely as your thoughts get darker and crueler toward yourself. you sob deeply, arms wrapped around a pillow until you finally fall asleep. 

about an hour or so later you wake up, shuffling into the bathroom, you notice your appearance in the mirror; cheeks puffy and eyes swollen from crying. the sight only makes you feel worse. you sit on the toilet, letting out a harsh sigh when you notice the blood that pooled in your favorite pair of panties. after already feeling like a piece of shit both physically and mentally, here was mother nature three days early, ready to screw you over even more. 

you couldn't help but tear up again at the inconvenience, suddenly realizing what happened tonight. you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid and not noticing the signs, but you knew that it was too late now. after heading to your bedroom to find a new pair of underwear and shorts, and spotting the dirty pair before throwing it into the wash, you head back to the living room. 

your heart beats in your throat as you pull out your phone to text rafe. 

after the conversation with him you felt a lot better about the situation, but you were still feeling pretty upset. you rummaged through the kitchen, checking the cabinets and the fridge and freezer for any type of food that would satisfy your cravings. of course, you had absolutely nothing that would help. you sighed as you shuffled back toward the living room, opting to just lie on the couch and watch your show until you fell back asleep. 

you knew the thought was dramatic, but you couldn’t help but wonder when your life turned into this; alone in an apartment that was too big for you with nothing you wanted and no one to share it with. 

and then you heard a knock on the door. despite it being his signature knock, you couldn't stop yourself from checking the peephole, heart fluttering when you saw the blonde on the other side of the door.

you quickly opened it, a soft smile on your lips. “what are you doing here?”

“did you really think i was gonna let you be alone on night one?” rafe raises a brow at you before revealing two grocery bags he’d been hiding behind his back. he had made a run to the local store for all your favorite sweets, chips, icecream, drinks, and anything else he could think of. he even bought you a heated stuffed animal that could be thrown into the microwave and used as a heating pad.

“baby,” your lips curl down into a frown, eyes watering at the gesture, “you’re too nice to me.” 

“of course i am,” he chuckles as he sets the items down on the coffee table, “you’re my girl.” 

you watch in awe as he grabs your favorite cup, fills it with ice and pours your drink into it. then he grabs the stuffed turtle (your favorite animal) and heads to the kitchen to throw it into the microwave for a couple minutes. 

“get comfy, babe,” he calls out to you, “get your show set up, do whatever you gotta do.” 

you smile at him sweetly. “you didn’t have to do all this, rafe.” 

“i know,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i wanted to.” 

“thank you,” you whisper when he brings the warmed turtle over to you. you moan happily when you stick it onto your lower abdomen, the sensation immediately easing some of the pain. “i don’t deserve you.” 

“sure you do,” rafe huffs as he kicks his shoes off and gets comfy next to you, “how many times have you taken care of me? saved my ass without me even thinking to ask you for help?” 

you nod, “yea, i guess you’re right. i’m sorry about what i said earlier baby, i take it all back.” 

“don’t stress,” he holds his hands up, “water under the bridge, my girl.” 

you smile at him, admiring his features before turning your gaze back to the t.v. and snuggling in closer to him. “i love you.”

“i love you,” he parrots back, hand rubbing at your lower back in the spot that he knows typically bothers you. 

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[ashlinxsloves]

Omg the Uncle Dante fic is so sweet and made me think up something amazing!

What about in that same AU. Single Dad!Vergil and Single Mum! Reader with a daughter who bond and end up falling in love cause their kids are best friends (maybe same school?)

I just think it could be so tough rottingly sweet

A/N: AHHHHH ANON, yes! I'd be glad and willing to write this! This idea is so sweet, I'm gonna get a cavity lolol. I'm depicting Nero here being 5-6 years old! I hope you'll like this as much as the Dante fic, and thank you for the request! 💗💗💗 I'm also probably gonna make this a one-shot series hehe 🤭

Warnings: none! Aside from maybe a bit of swearing, but not much! Fluffy and sweet as fuck though :]

"Sweetie, Nero's here! Come on downstairs!"

You called out to your daughter, who was upstairs getting ready for her play date with her newly made friend from school. It was a lazy Saturday, with you having nothing much to do, and she had begged you to call Nero's parent—Vergil, if you remembered correctly—for a play date today.

"I'm coming, mommy!"

She called out to you as you let your guests in. Nero politely waved with a smile, while Vergil gave you a curt nod. You've met him once or twice during PTA meetings, and you found him... interesting, to say the least. A lot of the moms ogled him during those meetings, and you couldn't really deny that he did look good.

"Could I get you guys anything? Water? Apple juice?" "Water is fine." "Okay, what about you, Nero?" "Oh-! Apple juice is okay, Miss."

You smiled at how polite Nero was, getting two glasses and pouring their drinks before your daughter came rushing down, squealing excitedly when she saw her friend.

"Can we go to the park? Pretty please, mommy? Nero and I would love to play in the park!"

Your daughter pleaded, Nero nodding along as they looked up at you. Chuckling at their adorable antics, you nodded, Vergil not saying much as the four of you got ready for the park.

When you got there, the sun was shining brightly and it was hot out. You put sunscreen on your daughter and Nero, the two of them not complaining much before running off towards the sandbox with their toys, leaving Vergil and you not too far away on a bench under the shade.

"So.. I've, uh, noticed that you're the one who's always going to those parent-teacher meetings. Does your wife–" "I don't have a wife." "O–oh."

You were gagged at his blunt admission, face flushing slightly at your own assumption of him having a wife before he spoke up on his own.

"I have been taking care of Nero on my own since he was two. His mother left him under my care. My brother—Dante—helps me with him sometimes, but he has been a good kid overall."

His face softened a smidge while talking about his son. It was a strange sight if you were being honest with yourself. His expressions were usually a frown or a cold, stoic guise.

After an hour or two, Nero and your daughter got bored with the park. You decided to go out for lunch at a nearby cafe, ordering some food for the kids. When you were about to reach for your wallet, Vergil stopped you, paying for everything instead.

"You didn't have to do that–" "It's fine. I do not mind it, after all, you're the mother of my son's friend."

While the kids ate their sandwiches, you and Vergil got caught up in a small conversation again. It was about you and why you were raising your daughter alone. It wasn't really a sore topic for you since it's been a couple of years since your husband left.

"So, I've noticed the lack of a fraternal figure." "Oh- uh, yeah.. my husband left me a few years ago when she was a baby. I've been dealing with it, and we've been managing so far.. she's been a lovely daughter, and she knows her mama loves her very much."

You smiled at your daughter, wiping off a bit of the Nutella on the corner of her lip as Vergil slightly frowned at the news of your husband leaving you to take care of your daughter all by yourself.

"Incompetent prick.." "What?" "Oh, nothing. So, you have been single for the past.. few years now?"

When that question left his mouth, you almost choked on the cream cheese bagel you were eating, causing your daughter to hand you her juice.

"Mommy, are you okay?" "Oh, yes- I'm sorry, baby, mommy just got caught off guard by Mr. Sparda's question." "Please, call me Vergil. We've met each other enough times for you not to need to call me with such honorifics."

Calming down from your initial surprise, you decided to answer his question, clearing your throat while running your fingers through your hair.

"I, uh.. yeah, I've been single for quite some time now. Why?" "Nothing, just mere curiosity on my end."

A few days after the play date between your daughter and Nero, you kept in contact with Vergil, sometimes offering to help with his son.

Another play date was planned a few weeks later, and your daughter begged you for Nero to stay over for the night for a sleepover.

"Mommy, please?" "I'm not sure, baby... if Nero wants to and his Dad lets him, then maybe."

It was already late when Vergil came to pick Nero up. It surprised you that he was bruised and.. was that a cut on his arm?

You immediately let him in, concerned as to what had happened. The kids were upstairs in your daughter's room, where she was showing Nero her rock collection. Vergil groaned slightly from his injury but sat down when you led him to your couch.

"What happened?" "A mishap at work.. it's nothing for you to worry about." "Well, you're clearly beat up– what job makes you this bruised and injured-?"

Questioning him, you got your first aid kit from one of your kitchen cabinets. He stayed quiet for a while, making you worry that he passed out, but he was still conscious, his katana close to his side as he held his injured arm.

Vergil didn't say anything as you sat close to him, inspecting his cut and wincing from how deep the gash was.

"That's gonna need stitches, you know?" "It'll heal." "Will you let me at least patch it up..? I kind of don't want you bleeding out on my couch.." "If you have to."

He let out a soft grunt, but his expression didn't show any discomfort as you started to stitch up his wound after disinfecting it. Your movements were careful and gentle, Vergil, unfamiliar with the feeling of being taken care of, frowned, which caused you to stop mid-stitch.

"Does it hurt–?" "No. Continue."

Once you finished patching him up, you threw away the bloodied-up bandages and crossed your arms, clearly wanting an explanation from the man in front of you. Vergil knew it too, which caused him to sigh.

"I'm a demon-hunter. I'm sure you've heard of the shop Devil May Cry around here.." "Oh. So– so you hunt demons?" "Precisely. I know it's.. uncommon, but we do it for the safety of civilians or when we're requested to."

He explained, and you listened. Vergil was a complex man, but that intrigued you. It made you more curious about him, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him and his personal life.

It made you wonder what he was like as a person, under his stoic expression and cold exterior. What type of man he was, deeper than just a father of one and a demon hunter.

You wanted to know what made him tick, what he liked—

Snapping out of it, you shook your head mentally, smiling after a short while. You called out for your daughter and Nero, but there was no answer, which made you frown.

"Baby? You guys okay here– oh.."

The view in front of you made your heart melt a bit. Nero and your daughter were fast asleep inside the fort you made for them earlier that day. You didn't have the heart to wake them up, so you went downstairs to see how Vergil was holding up and explain the situation to him.

"They're fast asleep.. and I don't think you're in good shape to leave, so how about you stay for the night..?" "I don't think it's proper of me to—" "Please, don't try to decline my offer, Vergil, I really don't mind."

He sighed, looking into your eyes as if to read if there was any hint of hesitation in them before reluctantly agreeing to stay.

You had the guest bedroom ready while Vergil decided to look around your home. He found it... fitting, for someone like you and your child. A lot of photos of you, your daughter and your ex-husband.

He frowned at the sight of him, but the expression diminished as soon as it came. He just thought it was rather unsuitable for the pictures of your ex to be littering your home after leaving you.

Other than that, the home was—as all homes could be—cozy. The atmosphere was warm. Toys and trinkets decorated the space, along with the magnets on the fridge in your kitchen. He saw the drawings of your daughter pinned on the fridge, an amused huff leaving his lips when he saw a drawing of him and you holding hands with the words "Mommy and Mr Vergel" written on top.

A small clear of your throat cut through the air, bringing Vergil's attention to you. You had some clothes in your hand, which made him raise an eyebrow, puzzled.

"I'd rather not have you sleep in.. that." "My coat?" "Yes. I'm sure it's uncomfortable, and it's covered in blood. You can wear these clothes in the meantime—" "Are they your husband's?"

He cut you off before you could finish, making you sigh and shake your head.

"No, these are– these are mine. I used to wear oversized clothing while I was pregnant.. I didn't keep any of my husband's clothes after our divorce." "Ah.. apologies, I didn't mean to.. jump, to conclusions."

He took the clothes from you as you led him to his room and pointed to where the bathroom was. When you were about to head to your bedroom, Vergil caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks, and turning around to face him.

"I.. I would like to thank you. For your hospitality. You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

He looked at you with an expression you'd never seen on his face before. It was earnest. Vulnerable. As if Vergil was letting his guard down for once. A small smile graced your lips, eyes softening before murmuring gently.

"I wanted to. My daughter enjoys your and your son's company, and if I'm being honest? I do, too." "...You do?" "Well– I– yes, of course I do! You've been kind and patient with me and my daughter, I'm kind of surprised.." "How so?"

He questioned, his hand still gently holding your wrist. Lingering, not daring to let go for some reason. You noticed but didn't pull away. You didn't want to. The touch was warm, and the contrast between his calloused palm and your soft skin was evident.

The question hung in the air for a while, your brain not being able to focus on anything but the feeling of his hand enveloping your wrist. Once you realized, you cleared your throat, letting out an awkward chuckle.

"Oh, er, well– my first impression of you was quite different from how I see you now..." "Hm? And what would that first impression be?" "Well, you seemed.. I don't know—cold. I guess. The permanent scowl on your face, the way you'd brush the other moms off when they tried talking to you. You just seemed really..." "Unapproachable and uncaring?" "Yes—but! I don't think that anymore."

You were a little out of breath, feeling compelled to explain yourself to Vergil. Somehow, it struck something inside the man in front of you, a feeling buried so deep in him that he thought he'd never feel it again.

A soft 'ah' left his lips, letting go of your wrist, which made you panic inside.

"I didn't mean to offend you in any way, I'm sorry—" "Would you like to go out for coffee with me?"

The two of you said at the same time, but his words dazed you more than you'd like to admit.

"Wait— come again?" "I asked if you would like to go out for coffee with me." "Like– like alone? Without the kids?" "...yes? If that is okay with you." "You're asking me out? On a date?" "If that's what you want, then yes, I am asking you out on a date."

Dumbfounded was the word that would describe what you were feeling the most. Surprise, sure, but you were mostly dumbfounded. Vergil Sparda—the cold, stoic, seemingly asshole-ish man you knew—was asking you out. You.

A smidge of a frown painted Vergil's features when you looked at him as if he said something outlandish. Recovering from the shock, you shook your head, taking a small breath in.

"I– I would like that, yes, sorry, I'm just- I'm just a bit taken aback by your question." "I asking you out is.. baffling?" "No, but—kind of? I don't know, it's been a while since I went out on a date."

You felt insecure, wrapping your arms around your torso and glancing away from him. It was Vergil's turn to shake his head, placing the clothes you gave him on a nearby console table before gently reaching out to your shoulder with his uninjured arm.

"We can take this as slowly as you want. I'm one to be patient, and I will gladly wait if it means courting you."

His voice was unbelievably soft, trying to coax you out of your thoughts, and it was working. The way he put his words made you snort, earning a confused hum from him.

"No, nothing, it's just—you sound really old. Nobody uses 'courting' anymore.." "Ah, well, I am quite old-fashioned—or whatever my brother drivels about."

Vergil grumbles, rolling his eyes, which causes you to let out a gentle laugh, the thoughts of uncertainty dissipating.

With that, you decided to take his offer, going out for coffee with him at a nearby cafe, near your office job, a few days later.

You ordered your usual drink, along with a pastry on the side. Vergil ordered oolong tea before paying for everything, and you sat down at a table by the window.

It was quiet for a bit; the atmosphere was kind of awkward, as you were used to having your kids around when you spent time together. You took a sip of your drink before Vergil decided to break the silence with a small clearing of his throat.

God, the two of you didn't know what to talk about. Your daughter was usually the chatterbox, asking the randomest of questions and making the atmosphere light.

"I take that you don't do this type of thing often?" "Huh— oh, uhm, no.. is it that obvious?"

Chuckling awkwardly, you looked at your beverage before glancing back at him, a small reassuring smile found on Vergil's features. Seeing him smile was a rarity, but you wouldn't mind if it were directed at you more often.

"If it eases your worries and doubts... I, myself, am not accustomed to dating either." "Ah.. so, you haven't dated anyone since Nero's mom..?"

You decided to ask, and he nodded as an answer. You weren't a fan of silence, so it was you who decided to break it this time.

"What do you like doing in your free time-? Like, outside of demon-hunting."

A short hum left Vergil's lips at your question, contemplating how to answer you. He took a sip of his tea and placed the cup down on the table before speaking up.

"I usually meditate or hone my swordsmanship, but.. I've been taking up reading and playing the violin more often these days. Of course, when I'm not busy taking care of my son."

He talked about himself for a change, and it was... really refreshing. You got to know him, learning the things he liked, and saw him in a different light. He wasn't just Vergil, Nero's dad anymore. He was Vergil, a man you could see yourself with.

After the initial rocky start of the date, the two of you managed to build up from your conversation, talking about what you liked doing with your free time and getting to know each other a lot more than just being the parents of your children's friends.

The date ended with both of you picking up your daughter and Nero together, the two children curious as to why their parents were so close.

"Dad, is she going to be my new mom?" "Mommy, is he going to be my new dad?"

Both of them asked in unison, your daughter was ecstatic, while Nero showed it a bit more subtly. Your face flushed at their question while Vergil let out a small cough, his ears tinting a soft pink hue that'd be unnoticeable to anyone passing by.

But not to you.

Distracting the kids with popsicles on the way home (your brilliant idea, which Vergil seemed to let slide), Vergil walked you back to your place in a comfortable silence.

You thanked him with a small peck on the cheek, to which he reacted with a reserved hum. Yet it was evident in his gaze that there was a softness to it than his usual glower.

It was rather odd, yet pleasing in a way, to go out with Vergil for dinner. It had been about three months since you started dating, mostly taking it slow, and not wanting to rush into things. Your kids have gotten used to the new relationship budding between you and Vergil, and you couldn't have been any more happy with the outcome.

Your daughter was in the hands of Nero's uncle, Dante. You trusted Vergil enough to entrust your child to his brother, even if your first impression of the man a month ago was... colourful, to say the least.

Getting wined and dined by Vergil was the best time you've been wine and dined in a long time since your divorce. Soft laughter filled the air. The restaurant he picked out was fancy, but not fancy enough to make you feel uncomfortable, and everything was perfect.

By the time you got home, you were pulling him in, shoes taken off, coat tossed by the door, and the rest was history.

You only realized you'd fallen asleep when you felt Vergil playing with your hair, his body close to yours under the messy sheets of your bed.

"Shhh.. did I wake you?" "What time is it?" "Just about after midnight. Do you want any water?"

Shaking your head at his question, you snuggled closer to his body and sighed peacefully. This was a thing you could get used to. Having someone close in bed, someone who could have your back.. you craved it.

"Vergil..?" "Mmm?" "I think I'm... I'm falling in love with you."

Annnnd, that's a wrap everyone! I hope you liked it, and as always likes & reblogs are always appreciated! ˙⋆✮

[prettygirl-gabi]

Suprise bubs

Rating: General Audiences

Warning: none

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !non-athletic fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: who doesn't love suprise visits on important days.

The hum of a hairdryer echoed through the suite as I stepped quietly down the hall, my heart racing in anticipation. Paige had no idea I was here. She thought I was still back home, dealing with work and classes, completely oblivious to the fact that I had coordinated this entire surprise with her best friends. Today was one of the most important days of her life—the WNBA Draft—and there was no way I’d miss it.

I tugged my dress down a little, smoothing out the fabric. It was pink, flowy, and entirely different from the oversized hoodie I’d been wearing when I left the airport hours earlier. My heels clicked softly against the tile as I stopped outside the door to her suite.

“Is she almost ready?” I whispered to Nika, who peeked out of the door.

Her eyes lit up as she nodded. “Perfect timing, ma. She’s almost done. You sure you’re ready for this?”

“Born ready,” I whispered, grinning.

Nika chuckled, letting me slip inside. The scene was chaotic but organized—Paige sat on a stool near the window, her hair being curled as Azzi and KK lounged on the couch nearby, chatting about the draft. The room smelled like strawberries and Nutella, her favorite snack, which she held in her lap, too preoccupied to notice me sneaking in.

I took a deep breath, letting my nerves settle, and leaned casually against the doorframe. “Wow, P. I didn’t know they made statues that moved.”

Paige’s head snapped up, her wide blue eyes locking on mine. The spoonful of Nutella she’d been holding froze mid-air, and her jaw dropped. “Baby?”

“Surprise,” I said, smirking as I walked toward her.

She stood up so fast she nearly knocked over the plate of strawberries. “Ma, what—how—what are you doing here?” Her voice was filled with disbelief, and she blinked rapidly as if making sure I was real.

“It’s our anniversary, isn’t it?” I said, stopping in front of her and tipping my head back to meet her gaze.

Paige wrapped her arms around me, lifting me slightly off the ground. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy about you,” I teased, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

She set me down gently, her hands lingering on my waist. “You didn’t have to fly out. You’ve got so much going on.”

I cupped her face, brushing my thumb along her jawline. “I’m not missing this, P. This is your dream, and I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Ugh, you two are disgusting,” Nika said, throwing a pillow at us.

“Jealous?” I shot back, laughing as Paige pulled me closer.

“Maybe,” Nika muttered, but she was grinning.

Paige tugged me toward her stool, sitting back down and keeping one hand in mine. “You really didn’t tell me?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I said, leaning against the counter. “How’s the glam going? You look good, bubs.”

“Thanks, mamas,” she said, her cheeks turning pink. “They’re almost done, I think.”

I grinned. “Well, good. Gotta make sure my girl looks perfect when she goes number one.”

“Stop,” she groaned, covering her face with her free hand. “You’re gonna jinx it.”

“Never,” I teased, winking at her stylist. “But maybe add a little extra blush. She looks so cute when she’s all flushed.”

“Baby,” Paige whined, her face now fully red.

“What?” I said innocently, laughing as she shook her head.

When her glam session was done, Paige stood and turned to me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look beautiful, ma.”

“Thanks, P,” I said, doing a little spin for her. “Gotta make sure I’m worthy of being your plus-one.”

“You’re always worthy,” she said softly, pulling me in for a kiss.

The draft was a whirlwind of emotions. I held Paige’s hand tightly as her name was called first, the room erupting in cheers. She turned to me immediately, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “We did it, baby,” she whispered, squeezing my hand.

“No, you did it,” I said, kissing her quickly before she headed to the stage.

Watching her stand there, holding up her new team’s jersey with that million-watt smile, filled me with so much pride I thought my heart might burst.

After the draft, Paige had arranged for a private dinner to celebrate both her achievement and our anniversary. She led me into a quiet, candlelit restaurant, her hand never leaving mine. When we reached our table, my eyes widened. A massive bouquet of flowers sat waiting for me, a mix of roses, lilies, and peonies.

“Paige,” I breathed, looking up at her.

“Happy anniversary, ma,” she said, leaning down to kiss me. “Thank you for being my rock. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

I smiled, blinking back tears. “You’re gonna make me cry, P.”

“Good,” she teased, pulling out my chair for me.

Later that night, as we lay curled up on the couch back in her hotel suite, Paige pulled out her phone.

“What are you doing?” I asked, snuggling closer.

“Posting this,” she said, showing me an Instagram story. It was a picture of me from dinner, holding the bouquet of flowers. The caption read: Draft day, anniversary, all with my forever girl. 💜

“Paige,” I whispered, my heart swelling.

“It’s time, baby,” she said, pressing her forehead to mine. “The world deserves to know who I’m doing all of this for.”

I kissed her softly, letting the love I felt for her speak for itself.

That night, as her post flooded with likes and comments, I realized just how lucky I was to have her—not as a superstar, but as my P.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[slttygeto]

CAN WE ALWAYS BE THIS CLOSE? | GOJO. S

c.w: gn! reader, teacher! reader and teacher! satoru, mutual pining<3, reader and satoru aren’t dating but they act like a couple, satoru is a huge baby and i love him, satoru has a sweet tooth!

note: thank u to my one and only @aurelianamu for the idea<3 i changed it a little but yeah! also i am completely and utterly and platonically obsessed with this man.

satoru has a sweet tooth. you keep a mental note of that and you’re reminded of how important having something sweet is for him when you notice the way he deflates on the brown leather couch of the teacher’s lounge. and while satoru doesn’t try to hide the fact that he’s withering like a flower in winter, the weather seems to be in tune with his emotions—it gets cold, cloudy and then there’s rain and all of that seems to worsen his mood.

you don’t say anything as you watch him stand up and make his way to the kitchenette of the school dorm. you see the tall man not so quietly open one of the cabinets and after rummaging in there for a while, he pulls out a big tub of Nutella and a huge spoon. you feel sick to your stomach at the sight.

“satoru—“ you don’t realize how fast you jump from your seat, reaching towards the big tub of Nutella. “satoru, give me that.” you don’t even try to be stern with him, you know that it does nothing to him, and he suddenly wants to act bratty.

he turns his back to you and you sigh, quickly giving up.

“you will get sick, satoru.” you try to reason with him, a hand resting on his shoulder and trying to take a quick look. “and that tub is huge- come on, maybe I could make you something to put the Nutella on?” your thumb soothes the seam of his uniform, and you make another note in your head to remind him to iron his clothes properly next time.

it seems as though your suggestion hits a good spot because he quickly places the container down and turns around to face you. he pulls his blindfold off completely and you don’t move back when his big blue eyes meet yours.

“gonna make pancakes?”

“mhm, from scratch. sit down.” you order the tall man and it’s comedic how he complies almost immediately. if satoru was a puppy, then his tail was definitely wagging , hitting the floor violently. you stifle a laugh at how obedient he looks, sitting on the stool and watching you handle the ingredients with delicate and professional hands.

the smell of the pancakes quickly reaches the students and they slowly come out of the rooms. you don’t expect megumi to be the first one out of the bunch to be standing behind you, asking you if he can take one but you smile at him and tell him to take a seat next to his mentor.

“can I have one?” megumi mumbles and his eyes light up when you place a plate in front of him and gojo.

“eat, I will make more for when the rest join us.”

and sure enough, the small space of the kitchenette was filled with all the students, nanami and yaga as well. it was a rare sight for everyone to be gathered in the same place at the same time, and although you were sweating and a little bothered by the heat and the tightness of the space, you manage to finish serving the pancakes before turning to a pouting satoru.

“are you okay? you don’t like them?”

“it was supposed to be for me.” he sounds so sincere and broken, you have to fight back the urge to engulf him in a tight hug.

“i can make more for you. at home.”

gojo lights up at the last part, and this time you show him how much you appreciate his excitement to be hanging out with you.

“after work?”

“after missions too, if you want.” you shrug your shoulders as you add the last comment, and you pray that he doesn’t notice the way your cheeks warm up.

“are you inviting me over to your place?” usually his teasing gets you riled up, but he is pleasantly surprised when you nod and look him in the eye.

“i’d love to have you over, satoru.” his heart almost bursts at the way you say his name. so soft, so gentle.

“okay, promise.” he lifts up his hand and puts up his pinky finger. he watches as your face contorts into one of confusion before lightly chuckling at his antics.

you intertwine your pinky with his nonetheless, flashing him a grin.

“pinky promise.”

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[willowsmessy]

nutella

summary: leighton murray x fem!reader. reader brings home a kitten off the sidewalk and is nervous to see how her girlfriend will react. (around 1.4k words)

warnings: small mention of leighton killing reader and alcohol

a/n: first time writing here in a long time and in this fandom so if anyone wants to reach out for tips or just to be friends please do!

Nobody really understood how you and Leighton were together. You were both pretty, sure, but you were so different. You were always more of the quiet, people pleaser type and Leighton was everything but that. So seeing you two together was a shock, especially to the people you guys lived with who saw that Leighton was the one person you weren’t too eager to please. You always felt that when in a relationship, your wants and needs were just as important. You could do without dating someone, but having no friends? That was a little more difficult. So when you came to your roommates, excluding your girlfriend, worried that she would be pissed at you for something you did, they were surprised to say the least.

“I just don’t know how she’s going to react, like, this doesn’t really seem to be much of her thing…” You explained. You lived in an apartment with your girlfriend and your friends Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly and let's just say that only one of the four would possibly have a bad reaction to what you had done.

“Okay, first off, who doesn’t love kittens? They’re, like, tiny fluffy angels of joy. But, um… if she’s not a kitten person, maybe we can spin this as a—uh—therapeutic emotional support thing? Or, I don’t know, is she allergic? Because if she is, then yeah, we might have a problem, but otherwise, I think she’ll come around once she sees its little face. Look at it! It’s practically impossible to be mad when it’s looking at you like that!" Kimberly argued. The kitten on your lap purred and looked at Kimberly with wide eyes.

You found the kitten on the sidewalk in front of Theta on your way to give Nico a case of beer as a thanks for helping you with some French homework and there was no way you were going to just leave the little thing there. So, you emptied out the case of beer (with help of a random frat guy) and put the kitten in the box and brought it to the vet, where you decided that you had fallen in love with it and couldn’t let anyone else have it. Telling the people you lived with didn’t cross your mind until you got home and saw three of your roommates sitting in the living room. Good thing for you, Bela, Kimberly, and Whitney were all immediately excited.

"Look, Leighton might not seem to be a cat person, or like a pet person in general… But, this kitten is about to ruin her whole icy vibe, and I, for one, can’t wait." Bela smirked at the idea.

“Oh my Jesus, Leighton is going to kill me!” You said, covering your face with your hands making sure not to crush the little brown furball that sat in your lap. Leighton’s image was very important to her and having a cute little kitten was for sure, not in her ideal look.

Whitney decided it was time for her to step in, “I mean, I get it—Leighton’s not exactly the ‘spontaneous kitten adoption’ type. But honestly, who can resist a kitten? I mean, she’ll probably be annoyed at first because she’s, well, Leighton. But once she sees how cute it is, she’ll come around. Just give her some time. Worst-case scenario, we find someone else who can take care of it.”

You took a second to think, “No I’m definitely going with Kimberly’s emotional support kitten thing. I think that’ll work.”

Just as you finished your sentence, you heard your girlfriend’s keys through the door and quickly moved the kitten onto the couch beside you and got up to meet her at the door. “God, Y/N, are you trying to give me a heart attack? Like, normal people wait at least three feet away from the door.” Leighton put her hand on her chest feigning shock and rolled her eyes then put her purse on one of the empty chairs in the living room before giving you a smile to show she wasn’t actually mad. She moved her hand to your lower back before pulling you into a short but sweet kiss, not caring that all of your roommates were able to see. At the lack of reaction from the roommates about the kiss (As used to you guys kissing as they were, there was usually at least one fake gasp every time you kissed in front of them.), Leighton looked around at all of you with narrowed eyes. “Okay, you’re being weird, what's going on?”

“Baby, please don’t be mad–” You started, immediately abandoning the emotional support kitten idea, before getting cut off as Leighton noticed the tiny, brown creature staring up at her with bright eyes. The look comically similar to a look you would give Leighton when you wanted to convince her of something.

“Y/N” Leighton started. “What the hell is that?” She asked, pointing at the kitten and giving you a tight-lipped face that, in your head, you called her ‘trying not to be mad at you’ face. 

Whitney, Bela, and Kimberly all quickly got up from their respective seats and rushed into their own rooms. All of which receiving an annoyed look from you and Leighton, albeit for different reasons.

"Okay, baby, hear me out—this tiny angel was all alone and needed a home. Look at those eyes, Leighton! You’re seriously going to tell me you can’t feel your icy heart melting just a little?" You quickly moved to pick up the kitten and held it as if it was a baby while rubbing its belly, causing it to purr loudly.

You gave your girlfriend your best puppy dog eyes, or in this case, kitten eyes, and watched some of her annoyance soften. “"Okay, seriously? You’re trying to win me over with that face? Nice try, but I’m not giving in that easily. It’s gonna knock things over, scratch up the furniture, and I’ll be the one dealing with it."

“No you won’t!” You quickly argued, “5 people live here and Whit, Bela, and Kimberly all already love her so they will for sure help out.” Her expression softened a little more, but there was still a small bit of resistance left. “And I will never make you clean the litter box.”

This promise seemed to be enough for Leighton as she reached out to pet the kitten, "Okay, fine. I’ll guess it’s... kind of cute. But don’t think this means I’m on board with turning our place into a zoo."

You gasped and gave her a bright smile, “You are not going to regret this!” She gave you a smile back and stepped closer to look at the kitten with you and you took this opportunity for another, but slightly longer, kiss.

Leighton was finally smiling at both you and the cat. “Does she have a name?” She asked, causing you to smile sheepishly.

“Nutella,” You giggled.

Leighton, while still smiling, side-eyed you. “Y/N, I said yes to the cat but I will not be having a cat that everyone ends up calling Nut.”

You look at her slightly embarrassed as you had definitely not thought that through, “Maybe we rethink the name then.”

“It’ll come to us,” She smiled back at you.

Later that night, you came out of the bathroom after your nighttime routine to find Leighton on the bed, reading a book about some new mathematical theory (that she would attempt to explain to you later and you wouldn’t even slightly understand, but listen anyway cause listening to her nerd out was always fun for you), with Nutella laying on her chest purring louder than you had ever thought the little thing could.

“Looks like you’ve replaced me,” You joked.

Leighton looked up at you and then down at the kitten and smiled. “I think there’s room for the both of you.”

You laughed softly before getting into the bed next to her. Leighton put her book on the nightstand, careful not to disturb the little furball, and turned off the lamp. You immediately took the opportunity to rest your head on the side of her chest the kitten wasn’t occupying and brought your hand, which normally sat on Leighton’s stomach underneath her shirt, up to pet your new baby. “Thank you for letting me keep her,” you spoke softly.

Leighton brought her hand up to rub your back. “Anything to make you happy, Y/N.” You sighed contently, feeling her hand. “Plus, she’s kinda sweet. It’s like a really small, furry version of you.”

You laughed softly, “I love you, Leighton.” Your smile and tiredness easily audible in your voice.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Leighton said before you both fell asleep.

[laviniaaaaass]

Yours, from Vegas.

༊·˚ Trope: VSAngel!reader x Idol!Park-Sunghoon, in which, reader, a famous VS Angel at the peak of her career, arrives at the ‘Caesars Palace’ Hotel in the capital of Gambling, the ‘City that never sleeps’, for this summer’s VS runway show, and bonds with the world-wide famous idol over fame-lead burnouts and stolen collagen water.

༊·˚ WARNINGS!!:fluff, crack, cussing, my terrible attempt at humour, reasonable interactions, mention of violent acts, mention of gambling and alcohol, reader is kinda unhinged(?), Sunghoon is up in the clouds, slow-burn.!!I think that’s all!!

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸~𝒦𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝒩’ 𝐼𝒯 𝒢𝐼𝑅𝐿• 𝒥-𝐻𝒪𝒫𝐸 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝐿𝒪𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒜

!!Written by @laviniaaaaass (heeseungz), original work, do not repost, edit or steal in any way. if you think I owe you any kind of credits, please dm me with some sort of proof (example: pictures used being yours, a photo of your account that published them BEFORE I used them) and I’ll be glad to give them to you and tag you, or even edit my post if you don’t feel comfortable with your materials being used! 💗

!!Before you start-> this is my first work, if you guys have any ideas on how to improve my writing or posts in general, feel free to comment! I hope you like this!

001. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ’ɪ’ᴍ ʙᴜʀɴᴛᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇʟᴩ.’

Vegas was…a lot.

Teen you had dreamed of it: the tall buildings, the enormous hotels and casinos, buzzing music and flickering lights shimmering around the streets, and the rhythmic beat of high heels against the pavement. And now you were there, (blocked in McCarran Airport waiting for your luggage), Vegas, ‘The Adult Disneyland’. The Big Dream. But the hoard of paparazzis (or ‘paps’, as your mother jokingly called them), had drained all of your energies. Honestly? You had reached your melting point a few months prior, a busy schedule and society’s kind words to thank, big bowls of Nutella ice-cream ‘mysteriously’ disappearing from the family fridge as solace, before getting up the next day and declaring ‘it’s going to be better’. In world where being a woman is already difficult, using your immagine as a source of income meant constantly being underestimated, or classified as ‘shallow’. From the moment you had exited the plane, to the very last second before you would have entered your cab, you would have had them after your ass. It didn’t matter that those probably were the same people who thought you were nothing more than your body, the ones you had to subtly whiplash during interviews with a kind smile and a sharp comment, they were there. It was infuriating, to say at least. At these thoughts, your jaw clenched so tightly your molars ached. The security was now escorting you to pick up your suitcase, shielding your frame with their own bodies as you walked towards the baggage reclaim carousel, occasionally adjusting your headphones over your ears, making your many earrings jiggle soundly, or pushing your glasses back over the bridge of your nose. You remained in complete silence, didn’t speak a word. In such a crowded place, your only true companions were the music blasting in your ears in attempt to soothe the overwhelming environment, and yourself. But the cameras were everywhere.

Stretching your arms above your head?

They were watching.

Fiddling with your phone in search of a fitting playlist?

They were trying to peek at your screen.

It was dismaying: a frenzy of informations and emotions you haven’t asked for nor owned were being flooded over your persona, and the worst part was that these people didn’t even understand it. It didn’t matter that at the end of the day, being a powerful figure or not, being able to remain stoic whilst getting doxxed or not, it really was tiring. You did enjoy the attention and support, especially from the youngest fans, who you always tried to give your best for. Smiled a little more for, took a few more photos with for, made an autograph that was just a little more artsy for. Just because they didn’t know any better. They couldn’t tell how uncomfortable such an amount of attention made you, nor realised how creepy it could be to hear your name being called from the other end of the street from a complete stranger. Their spontaneity brought you joy. You knew it wasn’t exactly fair by ‘legal’ term and yada yada yada…’your fans are your clients’ typa bullshit, but after beating yourself over this same topic for months, you had labeled it as ‘fan service rebellion’. A few (hopefully) harmless actions that kept you alive as a person before of a ‘celebrity being’, by choosing how to interact with people. And now, as Sweat prickled at the nape of your neck, beneath the drape of your own hair, and slid down inside of your T-shirt’s collar, running along your spine, making you almost shiver because of how cold the airport AC was making the gates, in front of all of these supposedly mature people, you didn’t regret it. Your fame had gotten to a point where it was borderline ridiculous, and they were the proof. You were one more ‘smile for the camera!’ away from throwing your duffle bag over a determined journalist’s head, tempted to hammer his brain, if there was one, with the left side, which securely pocketed your Pc. Girl, let’s not. The bastard had been clinging to your side from the exact second he spotted you, phone glued into his hand, fingers curled so tightly around it wonders the screen hadn’t cracked yet, recording everything and everyone while barking ‘I love you’ in a pidgin English, that had a pedantic note to it, cringing you. Seriously, his voice was irking. The dude was ruining your mother tongue. And who did he think he was? You didn’t even know him, and he was shouting a ‘love confession’ to you in the middle of a crowded airport. The most you could do, and did, was shooting him a death glare from behind the lens of your glasses and carrying on, disregard the aching pain stinging the back of your knees, favour of the long flight. Unfortunately, the paps’ shouting kept on, and the your distaste for the situation began to show more and more over your traits: the progressive furrowing of your dark eyebrows and your eyes sharpening behind the slim frame of your rectangular glasses. By the time of passports-check, they were hanging by the tip of your nose, and your jaw was clenched set.

Damn girl. Annoyed much?

Unbelievably.

The next day, the jet-leg was a perfect excuse for having spent the first hours after your awakening buried in the hotel room’s duvet, cherishing the cotton scent and heavenly material. As you wrapped your shoulders, exposed bare from the tank top you wore as a pyjamas, the soft shuffling of the sheets gifted you a subduing embrace, much different from yesterday’s chaotic places. You inhaled such fragrance, determined to find more moments like this during your permanence in Vegas. The ‘Cesar Palace’ suites offered a king sized bed and a bunch of trashy room decor, such as a cheeky porcelain leopard with fake red rubies as eyes, that seemed to be mocking you. Emerging from the duvet, you stared straight back at it. Eyes groggy from sleep, brows knitted together in sleepy-confusion and a day-old face of makeup still on because ‘who cares’ had been the last thought that crossed your exhausted mind before face-planting into the mattress the night before. It was a tacky mimic of the animal, grotesquely painted and placed on the coffee table just because, it had no emotional value nor a motive , and, to your tired mind, it almost seemed done on purpose.

I’ll throw you out of the fucking window

Try me bitch.

Fifteen minutes later, you were at the hotel’s gym, and the porcelain monster rested into your suite bathroom’s bin.

Tell me if you guys want a part 2!💗🫶

[toomuchracket]

promises to keep (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)

matty made a promise to do something for you before you dated, and this is what happens when an opportunity to fulfil it arises once you're together - kinda sorta a sequel to this, but can be read standalone. day 4 of valentine's week. enjoy <3

“matthew? have you got a minute?”

shit. the full name. 

gritting his teeth in a grimace, matty puts down his guitar and follows your voice. “coming now, sweetheart.”

“much appreciated,” comes your tetchy reply. matty winces, wracking his brain in an attempt to figure out why you're not best pleased with him right now, but he comes up short.

he gets it as soon as he enters the kitchen, though; the french press in your hand - and the grumpiness on your pretty, sleepy face - reminds him of everything he needs to know. it also almost manages to stop matty from missing the fact you’re wearing his glassjaw hoodie, a pair of fluffy socks, and very little else. almost. “ah, fuck.”

“indeed,” you say, putting the cafetiere on the counter and frowning (quite adorably, to be honest) at your boyfriend. “actually, that was my exact phrasing when i came in here for a coffee, only to find that the grounds from the last cup hadn't been emptied.”

“m'sorry, baby,” matty moves to hug you.

you, however, have other ideas, and put your arm out to keep him back. “nope! no chance! absolutely not! you can't boyfriend your way out of this one, healy, this is a flatmate issue.”

matty sighs, but he can't exactly argue - the rules on emptying the coffee grounds have been finite since you moved in, the only way to ensure two caffeine-dependent people could cohabit in relative peace. “you're right. i really am sorry, darlin - let me clean it out now, and i'll make you a coffee, yeah?”

“thank you,” your face softens, into the cheeky smirk that never fails to make matty's heart feel funny. “would you make me a bit of toast, too, while you're at it?”

“it'll cost you a kiss, that one.”

“s'pose i could fork out for that,” you wrap your arms around matty's neck, hands sliding home into his hair to pull him down for a kiss. he dips you as you make out, like the two of you are lovers in an old hollywood romance film, and you giggle against his lips as he gently pulls you back to stand. “that was fun!”

“i was kinda scared i'd drop you, i won't lie.”

you laugh, ruffling matty's hair before taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “i would've dragged you with me if you had.”

“i'd expect nothing less,” he smiles, rinsing the coffee grounds from the press and holding it up to the light to check its cleanliness, before popping two slices of bread in the toaster. “what d'you want on your toast, by the way, babe?”

“hmm,” you tilt your head. “do we still have nutella?”

matty squints as he wracks his brain, then rummages around in one of the cupboards. “aha!” he emerges triumphant, almost-empty jar in hand. “enough for toast. but i'll need to get more before the weekend.”

“why? you don't even like it that much.”

“well, what else am i going to put on your valentine’s breakfast pancakes?”

you beam. “am i getting breakfast in bed?”

“course you are,” matty runs over to kiss your nose. “you're getting spoiled, sweetheart.”

“so are you. i was gonna keep it a surprise, but…” you pause dramatically. “i bought new lingerie.”

he drops the butter knife in shock. it hits the countertop with a clatter, and his head almost follows suit. “fuck,” he croaks out. “what colour?”

“dark red. your favourite,” you smile. “i look really sexy in it.”

“i bet you do, baby,” matty sighs happily, pouring coffee into your favourite mug. “can't wait to get into that hotel room and take it off you.”

“me either. and thank you for organising all that, my love. m’excited,” you smile, leaning up to kiss matty as he brings your breakfast over. “thank you for this, too. love you.”

“love you,” he kisses you again. “bring it to the living room? wanna cuddle.”

you nod, picking up your mug and plate and following matty through. he settles on the sofa first, arranging the blankets draped over it and taking your plate from you as you snuggle into his arms. with a kiss to your head, he flicks the tv on, and the two of you sit in contented silence for a little while - with the exception of you crunching your toast - watching animal park. 

matty nudges you when the camera zooms in on a pair of lions curled up together on a rock. “us.”

“really?” you snort, putting your plate on the coffee table. “you think we're lions?”

“yeah. you're the brains behind everything, and i just chill out and have really cool hair.”

you laugh, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it. “you're an idiot, healy.”

“but i'm your idiot. and i'm right,” matty looks down at you, grinning. “and you've got a little bit of nutella on your lip. here, let me,” he leans down and kisses it away. “there.”

“thanks, lover,” you stretch, snuggling back into your boyfriend with a sigh. “the lions are boring me a bit now, though. what else is on?”

“hmm, let's see,” matty clicks through channels, watching each for a couple of seconds before continuing to search - only when a familiar shot of a girl curled up in a chair reading the bell jar appears does he stop. “oh! babe, look! 10 things!”

“aww, i love this film,” you curl up even further into him, playing with the neck of his t-shirt. “remember when we watched this together in my room?”

matty's voice is quiet when he answers, but you can hear him smile. “thought about it every day since we did, darlin.”

he grins bashfully when you turn to look at him, open-mouthed. you smile, too, so sweetly that it hurts his heart. “same. it was all i ever wanted, to be so intimate like that with you,” you reach up to stroke his face. “best feeling in the world, knowing i get to do it for real now.”

all matty can do is softly hold your face and kiss you, until he runs out of breath and has to pull away from your chocolate-flavoured lips; even then, though, he keeps his hands on your jaw, and murmurs against your lips. “my dream girl. m'so in love with you.”

“i love you so much,” you whisper. “d'you wanna keep watching this, then?”

“course. rite of passage, innit?” your boyfriend grins, tugging you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. you turn to kiss him softly once more, then rest your head against his chest and look at the screen. 

the time passes a lot like it did the last time you and matty did this, but instead of mutual pining and an undercurrent of sadness knowing you weren't really together, it's just completely… lovely. you press kisses to each other's heads and hands and lips, and just bask uninterrupted in the love evident between the two of you in the room. aside from the kisses, you don't even move.

that is, until the scene matty knows is your favourite begins. he grins, shifting you slightly further up on his lap so he can look at you properly, and begins to sing into your ear along with heath ledger onscreen. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you…”

your cheeks lift into a smile, and matty can practically feel the heat radiating off them. but still, you keep your eyes on the tv, the only proper acknowledgement of matty's singing being the way you softly squeeze his thigh.

“... you'd be like heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much,” he continues, resting his head against yours and smiling when you giggle, then taking your hand. “at long last love has arrived, and i thank god i'm alive,” he moves his hand up to gently turn your head, singing the last bit to your adorably flustered smiling face. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.”

you laugh joyously when he stops singing - the best sound matty thinks he's ever heard - and pull him into a kiss. “you're serenading me?!”

“you asked me to, first time we watched this,” matty smiles warmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “and i promised you i would.”

“i did?” your brow furrows so cutely. “you did?”

“just as you fell asleep. therefore,” he grins, taking a deep breath before literally belting. “i love you, baby, and if it's quite alright i need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights. i love you, baby - trust in me when i say…”

you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying as you join in the song. “oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, i pray,” the two of you giggle as you sing, and matty's never been so in love in his life. “oh, pretty baby, now that i've found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you.”

as your voices fade out, matty leans forward and kisses you chastely; he beams and caresses your cheek when he pulls back. “thank you for letting me keep my promise. and for singing with me - that was lovely. should get you on the next album.”

“no, i think i'm content with just singing to you at home,” you smile, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “thank you for doing that for me. always found it really romantic, that scene and that song. but you know how i am about pda, so what you just did was really perfect,” you kiss him again. “i honestly can't remember you making that promise, though.”

“i think you had already fallen asleep on me, darlin,” matty giggles. “but i wanted to keep it, anyway. and speaking of promises to keep,” his face goes a bit more serious, but still tender, as he picks up your left hand and kisses your ring finger - your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening and welling up. “gonna marry you someday. i mean it.”

you nod, a teary smile on your beautiful face, and pull him into a hug. “i can't wait.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a little tiva valentine from me to all of you 🤍

“y’know, hallmark really needs to step up their game,” tony complains into his airpods, scouring the card rack in front of him.

“y’know,” tim counters, sounding exhausted, “you really need to remember the time difference when you call me.”

tony scoffs, “oh hush, timothy! i’m having a crisis and i called my best friends in the whole world to help solve it.”

“i’m just glad to be included,” jimmy pipes up, conferenced in seconds after tim had answered the call. “but did it have to be one in the morning?”

“it’s after seven here and i got so busy this week i forgot about valentine’s day,” tony grumbles and picks up a card that looks promising. he scowls and puts it back when he realizes the card is in french and it’s for a mistress, not helpful. “but like i was SAYING, hallmark needs to step up its game. i’m not seeing any cards for the woman who, you know, was my enemy and then my partner and then my friend and then who i danced around for ten years and maybe hooked up with once or twice -“

“just once or twice?” tim interjects on a laugh.

“yeah, it was that whole summer, wasn’t it?” jimmy’s voice sounds like he’s smiling.

“once or twice,” tony continues, ticking each stage of his and ziva’s relationship off on his fingers as if the dynamic duo hadn’t interrupted, “then who ran away and who i followed and then had my baby and then allegedly died but didn’t and went on the run to protect us and who i’m now living with and co-parenting, but who i’m madly in love with.”

he huffs a huge, dramatic sigh when he’s done, a little bug eyed from the monologue.

dryly, tim asks, “oh, is that it?”

“i think he may have missed a few stages in there,” jimmy continues the joke.

“oh ha! i forgot i’m dealing with abbott and costello here,” tony snaps. “i came to you in my time of need! and neither of you are helping me!”

“ziva probably won’t even care if you don’t get her a card,” tim sighs, put upon. “i think she’s just happy that you’re all together.”

“why don’t you make her a card?” jimmy chimes in. “i did that once or twice for breena and she loved it.”

tony purses his lips, thinking. he taps at his thigh and cocks his head. “that could be a good idea, jimbo. okay, i’ve got like,” he looks at his watch, “negative ten minutes. ziva’s probably woke up the second i left the apartment. this conversation has only been marginally helpful, thank you.”

his best friends grumble from across the ocean and tony doesn’t hesitate before saying, “love you both!”

he says that a lot more these days, to everyone that means something to him. he’s learned not to have regrets that he didn’t say something.

“love you too, tony,” tim laughs down the line and jimmy echoes the sentiment before they both hang up.

now left to his own devices, tony completes his errands, returning to the apartment to find both ziva and tali wide awake and giggling in the kitchen.

“my valentines!” tony crows when he opens the door, arms laden down with bags. tali makes a beeline for him, wrapping a hug around his waist and ziva smiles her amused smile at him from the kitchen. he winks at her and gets a toothy, genuine smile in return.

“daddy,” tali raises an eyebrow at him, her mother’s clone, “where’d you go?”

“secret mission,” he winks at her too and she rolls her eyes, dancing back to ziva’s side.

“a secret valentine mission?” ziva laughs, taking one of the bags from tony’s arms. “less stakes than usual, mr. bond.”

tony snorts. “stakes were plenty high, ms. david,” he replies and leans his hip against the counter. “my best girls only deserve the best.”

he unpacks the bags - ingredients for strawberry nutella crepes, both of their favorite candies, and a jellycat shaped like a ravioli for tali. she squeals when she sees the plush, crushing it to her chest and hugging tony tightly before running off to add it to her - frankly obscene - collection.

ziva starts on the crepes. “i never would have imagined tony dinozzo celebrating valentine’s day,” she muses, cracking eggs.

“yeah, well,” tony laughs wryly, “i didn’t and wouldn’t have. not before you and tali. but,” he shrugs, curves his lips in a smile, “times change.”

“yes,” she returns his smile, raking her eyes over his body, “they do.”

tony nudges one of the bags towards her, tips his chin at it. “i think you forgot something,” he says

ziva wipes her hands on a towel and raises an eyebrow at him, pulling the bag open. tony sees her face change when she spots the gift, the skepticism melting off and her eyes softening at the corners. “another jamcat?” she asks and tony doesn’t even correct her.

“it’s me and you,” he explains, laughing a little when she lifts the plush hearts from the bag. “locked together forever,” tony grins.

“you know they will end up in tali’s room before lunch,” ziva murmurs, wrapping her fingers around one plush arm.

“yeah, but they’re still in the apartment, so it’s fine,” tony shrugs. ziva laughs and steps toward him, cupping his cheek in her free hand and pressing a kiss to his face.

“thank you, tony,” she says softly and he knows she’s not talking about the plush toys

[kiankiwi]

Husband Jacob comforting hormonal pregnant reader 🩷

You had no ideas why you were crying. You just were. There was often no point to your tears at this point in your pregnancy so you often just had to feel your feelings until you calmed down and were able to go about your day.

Jacob was up and on set before you even got up so you were used to waking up alone. Because he didn't get to see you in the morning, he would facetime you to say good morning and have a little chat because he had missed out on his morning with you.

He just so happened to call when you were mid sob. "Baby? What's the matta?" (his R's sound like a/aw to me lol) He asked, his eyes filling with concern. "You just--" You continued to sob and Jacob put his hand up, "Breathe baby, you're okay, breathe with me." He helped guide you through a few deep breaths so you weren't choking and coughing as you cried anymore.

"Just give it a second and then tell me what's up okay? Do I need to come home?" You shook your head in silence as you put your sleeve over your hand and wiped your face. "Take a deep breath." He took a breath with you to calm you even more so you didn't feel as silly.

"It's stupid..." You chuckled, laying back down in bed. "No, no baby, your feelings are never stupid okay. Can you talk to me, tell me why you're so sad?" That made you chuckle again because you felt so silly. "I'm not even sad! I just... you didn't wake me up when you left so I didn't get a goodbye kiss and then when I went downstairs to make a bagel, we're out of cream cheese and I'm too tired to go to the store and the store feels too public anyway, I feel like everyone's gonna be staring at me with this huge bump and I just.... argh!" You screamed out your frustration into Jacob's pillow which of course smelled like him and that sent you into a new wave of crying.

"What baby, what?" "Argh, your pillow smells like you!" You yelled, frustrated still. Jacob couldn't help but smile at that.

"Here bub, I see your water bottle is behind you on the nightstand can you take a drink please?" You nodded, guiding the straw into your mouth and taking a long pull. "Good, good job, keep doing that today okay?" You nodded.

Jacob got closer to the camera of his phone, so close that you could only see his mouth and facial hair. You laughed. "You wanna know a secret?" He asked, looking off somewhere on set so now you could only see one of his eyes. You grabbed Jacob's pillow and cuddled it. "What?" "I did give you a kiss goodbye, I tried to wake you but I knew you were probably gonna be sick as soon as you woke up so I left you be. I still gave you a forehead kiss though, I promise." You nodded. He was right, you did puke as soon as you got up for the day. "Thank you. I was really tired, I was up late reading again." Jacob smiled. "Is the book good?" You nodded, grabbing the 800 page monstrosity off your nightstand and showed it to him where you had left off.

"Damn baby, you can kill someone with that thing?" You quirked your eyebrow. "Don't piss the pregnant lady off." Jacob nodded. "Here how about I send an uber eats out for the cream cheese and maybe some chocolate too and they'll drop it off so you don't have to go anywhere?" You nodded, wiping at your eyes again. The nice gesture caused your eyes to well up again. "I'd really like that, thank you."

"I'm happy to help baby, is there anything else you want?" "Nutella... and maybe some cheetos? The jalepeno ones..." Jacob expected some weird items to be added to his shopping list. "Got it bub. I gotta get back now but by the time I get home, I want you to have drank that whole water bottle okay?" You nodded and just to make him smile took another long drink from your straw.

"Thank you, I'll see you in a few hours okay? Go and get my Rugby sweater if that'll help too?" Your eyes lit up at the mention of his old sweater. He blew you a kiss "Love you baby! Give the bean my love."

"We love you too!"

***

I meant for this to be a ficlet but then I got inspiration and it was quite fun! I hope you liked this

@eee-lordy @mooodyblue

[ashwhowrites]

oh would you write about eddie x girlfriend reader whos recovering from an eating disorder & he’s on full support and comfort. today she decided to let eddie have control over what she eats for the day. at some parts (maybe like bread with chocolate or some snacks) she starts getting overwhelmed & cry’s & he’s there, comforting her, giving her head/forehead kisses, holds her hands, talks to her & eats with her, so she doesn’t feel alone.

and i would really like to read more about wayne, so maybe the next day she asks wayne to decide what she’ll eat today & he’s really excited to be there for her & help her in such progress. both munsons comfort her & she’s so thankful!<3

I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

⚠️ mentions of ED

Recovery

Y/N was recovering from an eating disorder, trying every day to move one step forward. It was hard to do on her own, so her boyfriend vowed to help her every step of the way. Which he did. Eddie was so patient and supportive, she never felt that before.

She wanted to give herself a small challenge to push her further. She asked Eddie to pick what she'd eat throughout the day and he was so excited to help her. He immediately agreed with a huge smile and began to work on his list.

"Breakfast is served," Eddie announced, proudly placing the plate in front of her. He sat down next to her in his chair, with a plate for him as well.

Y/N looked down at the toast covered in Nutella, overwhelmed by the thick spread. She felt tears welling in her eyes but tried to remain calm. Eddie placed his hand on hers and squeezed it.

"We'll go slow. Just breathe. Here I'll even cut it in half and we will start with that." He said, using a knife as he cut the toast in half, taking a piece and throwing it on his plate.

"Not as scary, right? Just half the toast. We'll do the first bite together." Eddie said, picking up his toast as he held it in his mouth. She looked at him as she slowly picked up the toast. Both take a bite.

"That's my girl!" Eddie cheered as she swallowed the first bite. Eddie pressed a chocolatey kiss to her forehead.

"Ew Eddie!"

~~~

For lunch, Eddie decided on sandwiches. His sandwich was loaded with turkey, ham, cheese, lettuce and tomatoes. She felt herself getting overwhelmed as he placed down his plate.

"No worries, baby. You get the most spectacular sandwich combination out there!" She smiled when he placed down peanut butter and jelly, the bread cut into a heart.

"And if you want some, no pressure, some grapes." A small bowl of grapes is placed between them.

Eddie slowly ate with her, taking small bites as she ate. He made sure they always finished eating at the same time so she didn't feel pressured to eat faster.

Just like breakfast, he walked her through it, squeezing her hand and kissing her forehead when she finished.

~~~

After dinner, Y/N felt very proud of herself. And Eddie reminded her just how proud he was.

The next day, they were visiting Wayne. Y/N thought why not let Wayne decide what she eats for the day?

Wayne was just as excited as Eddie, she laughed at the resemblance. Wayne didn't eat well-balanced meals as it was, so she had a feeling he'd pick the most random things.

And he did.

She had a day filled with snacks and not meals. But she liked it.

"Wayne, she's not eating cookies for lunch!" Eddie scolded him, but Wayne brushed him off.

"I think the girl wants cookies, maybe milk?" Wayne asked, Y/N lit up at the idea.

"Oh my gosh, yes!"

Eddie groaned as Wayne and Y/N sat close on the couch, both diving into the cookies.

"Grab the milk will ya?" Wayne asked through a mouthful of cookies. Eddie looked at him with a disapproving look but grabbed the milk anyway.

Dinner happened to be tomato soup, something Eddie approved of this time.

"I'm proud of you, kid. Just remember that." Wayne said as they prepared to leave. Y/N smiled at his words, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

Some days would be harder than others, but at least her boys were always there to help.

Tags!

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[officeobject]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

Okay so this is an interesting day to have some Tumblr milestone thing. No idea who made me achieve it, but shout-out to the Hellaverse critical community, who likes some of my stuff, and is presumably also the reason that even my NON-CRITICAL stuff gets attention.

According to Tumblr, the people who made have made me, like, achieve this milestone - like, the last likes, are from @yourlocal0ddity and/or the community's Nutella (no I don't remember the exact username, it's NUMBERS), and also shout-out to new followers, also such as Rodent (for some reason can't @ them :( ), so yeah.

Edit: The update is that either Rodent blocked me or is gone.

[maxwhathappened]

Sundae Request Menu

This is my ice cream request menu! Make your own sundae in my inbox as a request. I won’t generally take requests outside of this format, but you’re welcome to try.

When you place your order please:

Specify which driver the order is for

Limit yourself to 1 Dish, 1 Drink, 3 flavors and 4 toppings, though you are free to do less than those.

Make sure to clearly specify what is a flavor and what is a topping as some names are the same.

I got this idea from @tpwk-formula1 , be sure to check out their blog as well.

Thank you for your order!

Dish

Cup - smut

Regular Cone - fluff

Waffle Cone - angst

Flavors

Apple Pie - “I want forever with you.”

Banana - “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Bittersweet Chocolate - “You’re the only one I want.”

Black Cherry - “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Bubblegum - “Do you still want me?”

Butter Pecan - “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Butterscotch - “I never stopped loving you.”

Cake Batter - “Please let me love you.”

Cheesecake - “Don’t you get it? I love you!”

Cherry Almond - “Do you trust me?”

Cherry Chocolate - “I was worried about you.”

Cherry Vanilla - “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it for you.”

Chocolate - “Can you stay?”

Chocolate Almond - “Please don’t go.”

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough - “Please. I can’t lose you.”

Chocolate Fudge - “I won’t let you go.”

Chocolate Soft Serve - “I’m not going to leave you.”

Chocolate Vanilla Swirl - “I love seeing you smile.”

Coconut - “You look amazing.”

Coffee - “You clean up nice.”

Cookies and Cream - “You’re so beautiful.”

Cotton Candy - “Oh no, baby. Please don’t cry.”

Dulce de Leche - “No, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

Espresso - “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

French Vanilla - “What can I do to earn your forgiveness?”

German Chocolate - “Is there anything I can do to make this better?”

Lemon Sherbert - “I’m sorry! How many times can I say it?”

Lemon Sorbet - “Get back in bed right this instant!”

Lime Sherbert - “You’re burning up. Just let me take care of you.”

Lime Sorbet - “I’ll take care of you, baby.”

Mango Sherbert - “I can’t believe you let him touch you.”

Maple Walnut - “I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

Mint Chip - “You belong to me.”

Mocha - “Say it.”

Neapolitan - “I’m gonna mark you up for everyone to see.”

Orange Sherbert - “You like when I leave marks on you, don’t you?”

Peach - “You’re such a good girl.”

Peanut Butter Cup - “So good, so sweet, so perfect.”

Peppermint - “Be a good girl for daddy.”

Pineapple Sorbet - “You can be so good when you want to. Why aren’t you good all the time?”

Pistachio - “Don’t get greedy now. Be patient.”

Pistachio Almond - “A little needy?”

Praline - “Do what you’re told and you’ll get what you want.”

Rainbow Sherbert - “Just one more, baby. I just want one more.”

Raspberry Sorbet - “You can do one more for me, can’t you?”

Raspberry Swirl - “You’re such a brat.”

Rum Raisin - “Getting a little tired? Too bad.”

Rocky Road - “You’re such a little slut.”

Salted Caramel - “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?”

Spumoni - “You are in so much trouble.”

Strawberry - “You’re gonna be sorry later.”

Strawberry Soft Serve - “You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

Toffee -“I’m gonna get you pregnant.”

Vanilla - “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Vanilla Bean - “It’s too big.”

Vanilla Soft Serve - “You’re dripping, sweetheart.”

White Chocolate - “Oh fuck, do that again.”

Toppings

almonds - dom!driver

bananas - sub! driver

blueberries - switch! driver

brownies - soft dom! driver

Butterfingers - brat!reader

butterscotch syrup - sir! kink

Captain Crunch - daddy! kink

caramel - rough sex

cherries - slow/romantic sex

chocolate chips - jealousy

chocolate sprinkles - public sex

chocolate syrup - phone sex

coconut flakes - mirror sex

gummy bears - shower sex

hazelnuts - doggy

honey - mating press

jelly beans - riding

kit kats - overstimulation

Lucky Charms - edging

macadamia nuts - spitting

marshmallows - squirting

mint syrup - hair pulling

M&M’s - biting

nutella - choking

oreos - marking

peanuts - fisting

peanut butter cups - spanking

peanut butter syrup - cockwarming

peppermint patties - dirty talk

pralines - praise kink

pretzels - degradation kink

pistachios - somnophilia

raspberries - breeding kink

Rice Krispies - size kink

Snickers - ass play

sprinkles - toys

strawberries - bondage

strawberry syrup - mutual masturbation

walnuts - body worship

whipped cream - nipple play

white chocolate chips - dacryphilia

white chocolate syrup - aftercare

Drink

chocolate malt - established relationship

chocolate milkshake - friends to lovers

coke float - enemies to lovers

orange soda float - secret relationship

oreo milkshake - fake relationship

peanut butter milkshake - roommates

rootbeer float - exes

strawberry malt - coworkers

strawberry milkshake - best friend’s brother

vanilla milkshake - brother’s best friend

vanilla malt - strangers to lovers/meet cute

[casey-ackkat]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @deedala and @jrooc 💕

name: Casey

age: 20

today we're going to be doing our very own Day in the Life! what's the very first thing you do when you wake up? Read some fics, perfect way to start a day✨

what are we having for breakfast? Pancakes with Nutella 🥞

your caffeine order, if that's your thing: caramel latte ☕

today we're wearing our favorite outfit! describe it to me: gray sweatpants, black top, red flannel shirt and black converse

no work today! what's the first thing you're doing on your day off? Taking a walk in a park 🌳

you need to run your most frequent errand, where are you headed? Gotta do some grocery shopping, so heading to the local supermarket 🛒

are you driving, walking, or taking public transit? Walking, it's all in close proximity

it's lunch time and you're out and about! where are you going and what's on the menu? Visiting the new burger place in the food court 🍔

while heading home, you pass the mall and decide to stop in. what's the first store you're hitting up? New Yorker, it's got all the clothes I could ever want

it's time for a Little Treat, what are you getting? Apple pie, sticking to the classics 🥧 (or I could change my mind and go for a brownie instead 😅)

you're finally home! what show are you turning on for background noise? Supernatural, Sam and Dean bickering in the background seems like a good idea

you decide to do a few chores. what are your favorite and least favorite ones? Fav one is organising stuff or maybe cleaning the windows, least fav... doing the dishes 🧽

it's Hobby Time! what are you doing to flex your creative muscles? Either draw some Mickey hands or write, my WIPs definitely need some attention!

time for dinner! what are we having, and what are you listening to while you make it/wait for it to arrive? Soba with chicken 🍜 + some Rihanna, Zayn and 5SOS songs playing in the background 🎧

you're getting comfy for the evening, describe your favorite cozy outfit: shorts and an oversized t-shirt + fuzzy socks

time to turn on something you'll actually watch, what is it? Black Panther, my comfort Marvel movie

it's bedtime! tell me about your wind-down routine: probably the same as "first thing in the morning" step... Check ao3, read some fluffy one-shots to end the day on a positive note✨ (or tiktok asmr, why not?)

what time do you usually go to bed? Somewhere around 10:30-11:00

and finally, was it a good day? A pretty peaceful one, so yeah! 🤗

Tagging @runninonemptyy @lazystargazy @pearlkestis @sgtmickeyslaughter @heymrspatel @kowhaifairy @rororowyourboat18 @sickness-health-all-that-shit @mybrainismelted @jessij1997 @em-harlsnow 🌿

[scarletwinterxx]

first love and kisses - dad mark lee scenario

hello! i thought about posting something for Mark day and i kinda miss this family so here we go🥺 for context Minjung is 12 and Minjee is 6. I really really love this au that's why I keep writing about it. Hope you like it too💛

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Mom! We're home!"

From downstairs, you can hear your children's voices. Smiling to yourself as you listen to their hurried footstep climbing the stairs, a few seconds later the two kids burst through the bedroom door ready tackle you with a hug

"What did I say about running up the stairs?" you shake your head at them while arms wide open, Minjee runs faster towards you hugging you "Sorry" she tells you with a smile you can't say no to

"Go wash your hands, do you want any snacks?"

"Oh I want a sandwich please. Thank you, mommy" she says, kissing you on the cheek before walking out the door again. You let her be, chuckling as you watch the now 6 year old little girl

"And you, where's my hugs?" you say at your oldest, stepping in your arms and enveloping him in a tight hug. Now Minjung's 12 about to be 13 (he likes to remind you and Mark), and as he grows each day he reminds you more and more of your husband.

He's a bit shy but always so sure of himself. He loves to play the piano and guitar, also loves to play basketball with his dad on their free days.

"Anything interesting happened today?" you ask him when you break apart, returning to your previous chore of folding the new laundry on your bed

"School's school. I volunteered to play the piano for the school play" he tells you

"That sounds great, buddy. Your dad will be excited" you tell him with a big smile, feeling proud of your boy's achievement.

"Is he home? I need to tell him something too"

"He'll be home soon, what is it? Something bothering you?"

"Well, I think Minjee got a boyfriend and he told me to tell him when that happens"

You pause what you were doing to look over your son, his words replaying in your head. Oh Mark is about to come home to a surprise.

"Minjee got a wait what?"

"Yea uh this boy she's been friends with for a long time, I saw them playing together a lot in the school grounds. He even pushes the swing when Jee's on it. She loves it" he tells you

"Oh, well that sounds... okay. Do you know the kid? Do I know him?" you wonder

"I think so, he's been Jee's classmate for a long time"

"And how can you say he's her boyfriend, maybe they're just friends?" you chuckled at the innocence. Finding the scenario quite endearing.

"Well Minjee kissed him"

"Pardon me? She did what?!"

"Yea uhm on the cheeks" Minjung mumbles, wondering why you were acting like that "Was she not suppose to? Are we in trouble? Dad told me to tell him if a guy talks to Minjee, like when someone talks to you in the grocery"

Now that's new information to you. You chuckle at the idea of Mark having Minjung spy on you. His protective side never having a day off.

"No no honey, of course not. You only get in trouble if you kiss the other person who doesn't want you to. We never kiss people without their permission" you tell him, the young boy nodding at your words

"Don't worry about it, I'll tell your dad. What you do want for snacks?" you ask him, "Bread with nutella?" Minjung smiles at you, and whenever he does you're reminded of Mark. He looks just like his father.

"Got it. I'll just finish here, why don't you rest for a bit okay"

After preparing their after school snacks, the two kids retreat to their bedrooms to start on their homework while you prepare dinner.

You were just about to be done when your husband walks through the front door, "I'm home" Mark calls out

"Hey, just in time. Dinner's ready" you smile at him, Mark puts his bag down and takes his coat off before walking towards you to give you a hug

"Missed you" he mumbles against your head, giggling at your husband's antics. Even after all these years, after having two kids, he still gives you all the butterflies.

"Missed you too, want to change first before dinner? Actually there's something uh let's go upstairs" you tell him, already walking towards the stairs with a slightly confused Mark following behind you

"Can you close the door, love?"

"Oh uh we're doing that right now? I mean I missed you so I'm not complaining but the kids are here and dinner's-" "Oh my gosh, Mark! why are you taking your pants off?" you laugh out loud

"Oh it's not that kind of closed door conversation, got it"

You laugh again while waiting for him to change into his house clothes.

"What is it, everything okay?" he asks once he's done, all his undivided attention on you

"Well don't be shocked about what I'm about to tell you-"

"Are you pregnant?"

"Minjee got a boyfriend"

The two of you said at the same time, both processing each other's words.

"Uh what? You thought I was pregnant?" you ask

"Well I just remembered that time after Taeyong hyung's party and we you know wait don't distract me. Did you just say my daughter got a boyfriend?" he slowly said the last few words with emphasis

"Well Minjung told me, but it's probably just a cute crush type of thing" you tell him, trying to comfort him in a way. You're okay with the news, finding it cute even but Mark's very protective of his kids especially his daughter. His little girl.

No man will ever be enough for his girl. Not now not ever. You're afraid for the guy in your daughter's future, he already has a lot to prove. And rightfully so because not a day in Minjee's life did Mark ever forgot to treat her the way he deserves to be treated.

"Oh hell nah, do we know the boy's parents? let me talk to them"

"And tell them what, that our daughter kissed their son"

"SHE DID WHAT?!"

Okay maybe you should've phrased and eased into that topic a little bit better.

"Oh come on, don't freak out. It's cute. Harmless. Didn't you ever have your pre-school romance? First love?" you tease your husband, hugging him

"This is different, she's my daughter"

"Our daughter" you laugh, nuzzling your nose against his neck. "You know, you're so hot when you get all protective over our kids" you tell him. You feel his arms around you, hugging you back.

"Don't distract me" he groans, making you laugh again

"She'll be fine, you know our girl. If anything I feel sorry for the boy, he doesn't know what he's about to get himself into" you joke, this time Mark lets out a chuckle too.

"And what is that thing you told Minjung? To tell him when someone talks to me at the grocery?" you ask him, not forgetting your son's anecdote earlier.

"How was I suppose to know when someone tries to hit on you when I'm not around? I've seen it happened, and I was there. Your husband, me, standing there and some dude still got the nerve to talk to you. It's like the don't see the ring on your finger or they just totally ignore it"

"Did I tell you, you're even hotter when you get all possessive" you whisper against his ear, kissing it then kissing along his jaw down the hollow of his neck

"How am I suppose to talk when you're like this, baby?" he grips your waist, letting you continue your actions. Smiling against his skin.

You giggle before leaning up to kiss him on the lips, immediately he kisses you back with fervor. For a moment he forgot what the two of you were even talking about but he heard someone shout from outside the door.

"Mom! Is dinner ready? I'm hungry" Minjee shouts from the other side of the door making the two of you stop and laugh.

"God I love them" Mark says to no one in particular, then he looks down at you "Thank you" he mumbles

"For what?"

"For this, not gonna lie I'm still stressed about the whole boyfriend thing by the way she's not allowed to have a boyfriend until she's 30. But I won't have it any other way, I still and always will choose this life with you"

You smile up at him, kissing him again "Me too, I love you" you tell Mark. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose "I love you" he tells you before walking towards the door

"Dad! You're home" Minjee cheers, jumping up in her dad's arms. Mark welcomes her, walking down the stairs with Minjee in his arms.

"Minjung, dinner's ready" you call out and wait for him, the oldest sibling exiting his room. The two of you walk down together

"Is he your friend then? Only a friend?" you hear Mark ask the youngest Lee

"Yes dad, mommy what's a boyfriend? Daddy says I can't get one until I'm older but like how older? When I'm 12 like oppa?"

You laugh at Mark's stressed reaction, seating across your husband while Minjung seats beside you. Minjee already comfortable on her seat beside her dad.

"No, maybe when you're 30" Mark tells her

"But that's a lot of birthday candles!" she tells him with a pout, "What about oppa?"

Minjung looks at you and Mark, as if waiting for your permission. "Your brother can ask who he likes when the time is right" you tell her, turning to Minjung "We'll talk about it later" you tell him, kissing him on the head before putting food on his plate and Minjee's.

"Can we talk about something else then?" Mark tries to change the topic

"Can I get a unicorn bicycle then?" Minjee says making the three of you laugh, Mark already nodding

"That I can give you, I'll get you one right away"

[official-wales]

Hi, today I went to an (overpriced) cafe in Cardiff and bought 2 Welsh cakes to eat with my espresso. However, they didn't warm them or gave me anything to spread on them (butter, I read?).

Should I go to the police to file a report, or is this an acceptable behaviour. I am sincerely wondering.

Thank you for your service 🫡

overpriced welsh cakes, a travesty, cer o ma. it's capitalism's next war crime

as for toppings, a good welsh cake shouldn't need anything (at least warm them, like come on, they're better than way), but this is a free world and I'm a free man. put chocolate spread on your welsh cake, go crazy.

(I actually have no idea)