#but there's no one with an actively soothing or comforting presence though

[lavendervanilladarjeeling]

i wish my system had caretakers in it.

[mostly-imagines]

So This Is Love

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you show each other what love is supposed to be like

4 in 1 blurbs

warnings: section 1: close-call panic attack for j, mentions of ptsd for j // section 2: implied sexual activity // section 3: mild angst w comfort // section 4: implied ptsd for j

He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.

The nightmare wasn’t anything unusual for him, but it did feel particularly vivid tonight. It was more of a memory than anything, though. That same one that plays on a loop in his head throughout the night the more he tries to push it away during the day. It was the last thwack of the crowbar that had him jolt awake in bed.

You shift in your spot next to him, opening your eyes to see his rattled state. If he’d been in a clearer frame of mind he would’ve lied to you. He would’ve expertly leveled his breathing and told you everything was fine and to go back to sleep.

But instead, he looks over at you with wide eyes, chest heaving and shaking like he might start hyperventilating at any moment.

You shoot up from the bed, instantly on alert. This isn’t the first time he’s had one of these nightmares around you, so it’s not hard for you to guess where this is coming from.

“Jay? What’s—what do you need?” You know better than to try and touch him unprompted right now, you’ve panicked enough yourself to know that sudden contact only makes it worse.

“I—I can’t, I—” Now he really looks like he’s about to lose all control of his breathing.

You sit up further, moving onto your knees. “Here, let me—can I see your hand?” you ask gently, holding your own out.

He extends it to you without question, a tiny act of vulnerability that he couldn’t have dreamed of doing in this state before he met you.

You flip his hand over, palm-up and start tracing lines over it in the moonlight. You’re looking at his hand quite intently like there’s something very important on it. It’s enough to make him question what the hell you’re doing. 

“I can read palms.” You tell him, simply. 

“What?” His voice almost breaks, like he’s right at the edge of tears. 

“Yeah, my friend taught me. I can tell the future and everything.” You look up at him, fingers not stopping their trailing. “Do you wanna hear yours?”

All he can do is nod.

You smile and start to inspect his hand carefully, tracing over calluses and a few tiny scars. You draw your finger across the short, deep line parallel to his fingers.

“This one…see the way it curves upwards right there?” He nods. “That means you’re very resourceful and ambitious. Like a leader.” His breathing starts to slow as he watches you, trying to focus on what you’re showing him in the dim light from the window.

“And this one,” you trace the line that curves downwards in the middle, “This one says that you’re strong and stubborn, which I can confirm,” he huffs out a laugh. It’s little but it’s genuine. “But it also means that you’re resilient. You’re built to overcome things and bounce back even stronger because of them. Which I can also confirm.”

He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. He takes in a deep breath, watching you draw patterns across the base of his palm.

The sensation soothes him in a way that he frankly didn’t know he could be soothed. He figures he usually can’t, except when it’s you. He tries to match your breathing, syncing up with you. If anyone else tried to get this close to him when he was on the verge of a panic attack they’d get punched, at best.

But you…you always know how to help him. He’s considered in the past that he did something really right somewhere down the line and you were sent to him as reward. He’d racked his mind for hours of every good thing he’d ever done, trying to find one that could explain your presence in his life. For anything that could explain why he deserved you. He poured and poured over every memory he could dig up but couldn’t find any good he’d ever done that surmounted to a single piece of the good in your heart.

There was a time when he would’ve thought—when he did think that you were only in his life to be taken away as soon as he felt safe. That would certainly be in line with previous experiences. But you showed him quickly that you have this way about you…it makes those loud thoughts in the back of his head shut up and just listen. Listen to your words, your breathing, your footsteps, your laugh…anything he could. Because it turns out, when he listens, he feels safe. 

He’s quiet for a long time, contentedly watching you work. He notices that at some point you’d stopped tracing the lines and began drawing designs instead. 

He breaks the silence after several minutes, softly commenting, “You don’t know how to read palms.”

“No, I do not.” 

But you continued to leave your invisible art on the palm of his hand just the same, both of you taking comfort in the sound of the other's breathing and the soothing feeling of each other’s skin.

The radio plays lightly in the background, surrounding your night with soft ambience. You’re working at the cutting board with tomatoes as Jason leans against the counter next to you, having just finished getting the pasta set up on the stove.

His hands find your hips, resting them there as he watches you work over your shoulder.

“Watch your thumb.” He comments when the knife gets a little too close for his liking.

You shrug him off, “I know how to do it.”

He eyes the way the knife stutters as you cut through the tomato, slicing through not very cleanly at all. “Doesn’t look like it.”

You ignore him, elbowing him gently in the abdomen. He’s joking, but he’s not. The skill level you’re displaying is only above Bruce and slightly below Tim, which is not great.

“Will you let me do it?” he asks you when he realizes there’s going to be no improvement. 

“Fine.” You relent with faux annoyance. 

You switch over to the stovetop, keeping a careful eye on the pasta as it cooks. It’s quiet for a moment as he works, chopping with much more efficiency than you had.  

“You didn’t have to stay here tonight, you know.” You say quietly, still intently watching the stove.

In spite of the music, your low volume does nothing to faze him as he continues his actions, “Why wouldn’t I?”

You stir the contents of the saucepan around. “Well, I know Roy wanted you to go out…”

“Not missing much.” He mumbles, opening up the above cabinet to get out plates.

You lull your head to the side, “Come on, he’s your best friend.”

Jason frowns. “He’s not my best friend.”

You turn your head towards him, “No?”

He meets your gaze, frown consistent. “No. You are.” He says it like he’s confused that you don’t know that. 

“Oh.” You smile, “You’re my best friend too.”

His eyes soften at that, a light smile gracing his lips. He knew that, and he knew you’d say it, but hearing it out loud just…does something to him.

You flick the stove top off, prompting him to on instinct reach for the Marinara jar and crack it open for you. He hands it to you and you accept with a smile, twisting it open the rest of the way as you turn back to the stove. The jar sputters as you open, spitting out sauce.    

“Oh, shit.” You hiss, when the splatter hits your shirt.

He takes one glance at the mess on your shirt and pulls his own shirt off his back. He’s tugging yours off just as fast, replacing it with his. You’ve barely processed what happened as he scans your body, eyes lingering on where his shirt stops at your thighs. “Can you wear this to bed tonight?” He asks, hands running over your waist.

You laugh, “Really?”

He meets your eyes, face serious. “Yes.” He squeezes your hip, “You look good.”

“In your shirt.” You say with a knowing smile.

“In my shirt.” He confirms.

You turn back to the stove to dish out the salsa, his hands skimming around your thighs as you do. He watches you as you work, though rather than watching your hands he’s fixated on the size of his shirt over you and how fucking good you look right now. 

“Or…” He sweeps his eyes over your legs before looking back up at you again. “Did’ya turn the stove off?”

You tilt your head at him, “I did…?”

He grins at you, lifting you up by your thighs til you’re a head above him. “Good.” He maneuvers you over to the counter, setting you on top. He brings your wrist up to his mouth to press a delicate kiss before dropping to his knees.

You’ve been laying in bed for at least three hours, bordering on sleep but never quite falling in. You and Jason had a little spat, though nothing insurmountable, it was still the biggest fight you’ve had to date. You’d tried going out (at night) to see your friend that was having a hard time, and yeah, you should’ve told Jason you were going. It was only five blocks, give or take, but in Gotham at eleven o’clock at night, it’s a risk to say the least.

You should’ve told Jason, you know. But he wouldn’t have let you go or would’ve insisted on putting hold on patrolling to accompany you. You always feel bad when he does that—people could be getting hurt somewhere because you needed your boyfriend to walk you down the street. Unfortunately, it didn’t matter in the end because he caught you red handed before you’d even made it a full block away. Of all the nights for him to come home early, it had to be this one.

He dropped down from the rooftop behind you and scared the absolute hell out of you, and you didn’t even have time to be relieved that it was just him because he was on you in a flash. 

“What the hell are you doing out here?” His voice was hard through the modulator, a rare tone for him to use with you.

“I just—my friend—” he sounded tired and angry, sure signs that he’d really not had a good night so far which was probably all the more reason that you shouldn’t have been out by yourself in the middle of the night.

“What are you—no! Go home. Now.” You would’ve, you really would’ve, but your friend called you crying about her boyfriend cheating on her again and she needed the in person support. 

“Ja—” You’d cut yourself off, “It’s down the street, it’s fine—” He dropped his shoulders in a huff and faced you dead-on. You didn’t need him to take his helmet off to know exactly how he was looking at you.

He dropped down and hooked his arm around the back of your legs, lifting you off the ground with no discernible effort. “Wha—”

He started walking before you were even fully planted on his shoulder, arm wrapping around your legs to hold you in place. 

“Hood! I am so fucking serious, put me down!” You swatted at his back and struggled in his grip, though in the back of your mind you knew it was a pointless effort. Even if you were a match in size, whatever mood he’d been pushed in was enough to guarantee that you had no chance. 

He ignored you, not even pretending that you were giving him any difficulty with your squirming. He marched you back down the block to your apartment, not stopping until you’re outside your door. He set you down in between him and the entrance, digging into his pocket for his key.

He kicked the door shut behind him, finally letting you go. He wordlessly grabbed one of his spare guns and two cartridges of ammo from inside the closet by the door and turned back to you with a firm stance. “Stay here.”

You immediately tried to push past him again, at that point more angry about him dragging you back here than about having to duck out on your friend. He stopped you, holding you by the arms, which led you to respond by raising your voice at him, “Jason!” 

But he didn’t waste any time letting you know how it is, “I will lock you in this fucking apartment. Stay. Here.” Him cursing at you like that was very rare and not a particularly good sign, so through your anger you’d made the decision that it was better to relent, for now. Your posture dropped and you frowned at him resentfully, a visible cue that you were giving in without you having to say it. 

He stayed true to his word and locked the door on his way out, though knowing you could easily unlock it from the inside. You’d trudged into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you.   

Now you lay on Jason’s usual side of the bed, partially because you do miss him, partially because the bed feels a little less empty when you can’t see all the empty space. You know he was just trying to keep you safe after what was probably a rough start to the night, so you feel less than great that you’d yelled at him.

Your dwelling over the memory is interrupted by a quiet creak of the bedroom door. You blink up at him blearily, “Jay?” You sit up, furrowing your brow. You didn’t even hear him come home. “What’s wrong?” You figure he must be hurt to come in here—it’s not unknown for him to sleep on the couch if he feels like he did something wrong or upset you.   

Your eyes attempt to adjust to the darkness, scanning over him for any injuries. He’s out of his armor and in his regular clothes which means he must have showered already. And you know from dozens of nights patching him up that he always tends to his injuries before showering.

This leaves you confused, as you look up at him, waiting for an answer. “I can’t…I don’t want to sleep without you.” He whispers, eyes on the floor. 

You shuffle back into your usual spot near the wall and hold your hand out to him expectantly. You’re still a bit cross with him, but you miss him too much to care right now.

It takes him a second to move, but he eventually lingers away from the door and makes his way to the bed. He takes your hand as he climbs onto the bed, letting go only when you lay down after him, staring up at the ceiling next to him. 

You weren’t entirely expecting him to wrap his arms around you and tug you into his chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’d assumed he would lay on his side and you on yours and that would be enough for him to fall asleep with. Instead, he tightens his arms and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You lay there in silence for a couple minutes, both thinking.

“You’re mad.” He mumbles into your shoulder after a while. You know he feels badly about the dispute, you knew it while it was still happening. As hard as he tries, he’s not very good at hiding his emotions. Not with you, anyways.

You shrug slightly. “Barely. I’ll get over it. This is more important.”

He picks his head up to look at you, “I love you. You know that?”

You wiggle out of his grip a bit, making him frown. You use the new space to flip over to face him, before placing his arm back around your waist. You peek up at him, looking him in the eyes, “I do. You know I love you. Even when we fight.”

He looks at you like he’s a bit thrown off by your words. “I’m sorry. It was just…it was a rough night…I—I’m sorry.” He tells you dolefully.  

You shake your head, frowning. “Don’t be. I should’ve texted you.”

“It—yeah. Please. I just worry about you.” He looks so sad and it makes you feel somehow worse.

“I know,” you whisper, “I’m sorry.”  

“Don’t be.” He kisses your forehead, not moving away after.

You feel like you can finally relax and your tense body doesn’t take long to slacken in his hold. Soon after, he does the same, both of you closing your eyes. You feel your heart slow and your mind starts to find a space of peace.    

Before you crash out, you mumble out, “I’m going to be a little passive aggressive in the morning, though.”

“I’d hope so.”

Jason didn’t get it at first.

Honestly, he didn’t really realize that you noticed things about him that even he didn’t see.

Your neighbor was having their place remodeled and you knew there would be construction going on near your apartment all day.

Jason didn’t really care, planning to bury his head under the pillow and trying to sleep through it. You however, seemed very adamant about getting out of the apartment that day. You’d left hours before the construction crew had even gotten there, telling him it was a nice day out.

It was an alright day, but he let you have your way.

You held his hand as you walked down the street, looking into shop windows and commenting on things you think he’d like.

You led him into a book store excitedly, telling him about how the author he’d been binging had just published something new. He didn’t even know that.

You were browsing the sections, flipping through books as you went. You peered across the shop at a kid holding an absolutely massive pile of books, who was clearly struggling to keep them in his arms.

His mother tried to help him but he shook his head and strided away independently, albeit very slowly. The weight of the books though, did get the best of him, and you could tell by the quivering in his arms that he was going to drop them.

“Loud noise.” You said quickly, seemingly out of the blue. Jason turned to you, confused, before seeing the stack the books splat flat onto the ground. It was indeed a loud noise.

He tilts his head at you, though you’re still busy watching the little boy as he throws his head back in frustration.

“What was that?”

You look at him, “He dropped his books.”

“Yeah, I saw. But why—”

His question gets cut off by the kid bursting into tears, wailing. You turn back to look at him, your gaze getting caught by the new book you’d been telling him about. “Ooh!”

You grab his hand and pull him over with you, smiling widely when you have the book in your hands. The sight of you makes him feel so warm so fast that he forgets about the odd interaction all together.

A couple hours later, you sit outside a cafe and eat lunch together, his back to the road, you sitting diagnal to him.

He’s telling you about the shit Damian got in trouble for at school last week, holding your hand with his right hand and eating with his left.

“He thinks he’s not going to get expelled for pulling shit like that every other week, it’s ridiculous.” He says, tossing his napkin down on the table.

Your smile is wavers as your eyes move past his shoulder looking down the block before widening, “Car—”

The sudden noise startles him enough to make him visibly jump, hand flying to where his holster would be. He looks over at the fender bender, shoulders relaxing.

He turns back to you to find your eyes looking far more worried than they should. You seem to be scanning his face, looking for something and he’s about to ask you what’s wrong when it sinks in.

He does get scared by unexpected loud sounds, doesn’t he? He never really thinks of it until it happens, but his mind is trained to expect gunshots or crowbars making impact.

It doesn’t happen often, but it noticeably takes a little piece out of him when it does.

“You…” he tries, but falters. He’s not even sure he’s processing this right.

He’s never seriously tried to fathom that you love him half as much as he loves you, though love doesn’t feel like a strong enough word. He lives and breathes for you, you’ve become a lifeline he’d been stranded without for most of his life. But now you're here and you’re everything, you’re in his head all the time, in every emotion he feels.

He thinks he’s here for you, that he was brought back from the dead because of you. You can’t possibly understand how much his heart is full of you, he doesn’t understand it himself.

He knows you love him, he’s gotten that through his head. But he can’t get a grasp on the idea that he’s equally matched in the who loves who the most battle.

Do you really care that much about him to go out of your way to keep track of things that might startle him? He knows there’s a million things about you that are in the back of his mind at any given time, but surely you don’t operate that same way with him?

Do you?

There’s this burning in his heart that aches and it only gets stronger when he sees you looking at him like that. So genuine. With care, with love.

He squeezes your hand, “I love you. More than anything.”

The look on your face sinks back into that sweet, adorable look that he’s so used to and it makes him want to scream.

You smile that bright smile and it sends his heart rocketing into oblivion. “I love you.” You squeeze his hand back, “More than everything.”

He feels like his heart might burst through his chest.

[starseungs]

college crush!changbin

college crush series .ᐟ ── bang chan ⋆ lee know ⋆ changbin ⋆ hyunjin ⋆ han ⋆ felix ⋆ seungmin ⋆ i.n

seo changbin x gn!reader. fluff, college au. 1.2k wc.

note: #4 on the college crush series! i was supposed to post this yesterday but i got a fever and couldnt finish it on time;; anyway here it is >< lightly proofread cause i need to sleep

2024 ⓒ starseungs on tumblr. do not steal, repost, or edit.

College Crush!Changbin, whom you first got to know during your program’s first general assembly of the new academic year. He was late to the program and had the only option of sitting by your side, which was the closest available seat left at the back. 

College Crush!Changbin, who kept trying to start a conversation with you even though you weren’t the most responsive. It turns out he was a year above yours, making him your senior. After learning that fact, you begrudgingly started replying back out of common courtesy. Somehow, that didn’t seem to phase him at all, and you didn’t know whether to be grateful or confused about the fact.

College Crush!Changbin, who you slowly realized would be impossible to dislike because he just seemed like an overall great guy, even with all the curt replies you gave him earlier. Halfway through the assembly, he already had you actively engaged in a passionate exchange of ideas regarding what’s the best soup dish. You never voiced it out, but you had a much more entertaining time with him than the actual assembly program.

College Crush!Changbin, who you would always see around campus from then on. Whenever you two end up locking eyes, his gaze immediately lights up with recognition, and just seconds later, he’ll be right in front of you, topics ready for small talk. You could always see his friends exchanging knowing glances at each other before catching your stare and sheepishly waving. Most of the time, the scene ends with said friends having to drag Changbin away to attend their classes.

College Crush!Changbin, who messages you every once in a while to invite you on a food trip to new spots he discovers. You once asked him why he was approaching you instead of his other closer friends, only to receive the simple reply of “they’re busy.” Not to say that you didn’t buy it one bit, but he offers to pay every time, so really, who were you to refuse in this economy?

College Crush!Changbin, who drives you two around in a navy blue SUV. There was this little voice inside of your head questioning whether or not it was a normal thing for not-so-close friends but also not-so-acquaintances to have casual intimate outing plans like this, but another part of you also acknowledged that everyone already knew Changbin as a generally friendly guy. That reasoning soothed your suspicions, even though deep down you were also thinking of how many people he treats like this on a daily basis.

College Crush!Changbin, who surprisingly made you feel really comfortable with him. His presence naturally came with an aura of security, both physically and mentally. He was easy to talk to and calming to be with. He never even once made you feel like you had something to be distressed about—and that’s not just because he seems to like paying for other people. You now acknowledge why everyone and their mothers liked the guy.

College Crush!Changbin, whom your friends tease you about eventually. You gently brushed their words off, claiming that the two of you weren’t involved in that way and that he was just a senior friend of yours. Though, at the same time, you couldn’t blame them for it. Who exactly would platonically give someone a bouquet of roses and a tray of chocolates for Valentine's Day?

College Crush!Changbin, who you cornered in the campus’ botanical garden one day after his Valentine's stunt to finally ask about his actions. He comes clean about how he became interested in you after the day you first met, which only grew the more you talked. His uncharacteristically apprehensive confession was then followed by his offers to stop all his actions if you felt uncomfortable with them.

College Crush!Changbin, who had to literally cover his mouth to stop himself from yelling in shock when you told him you’d give him a chance. You could only laugh at his over-the-top reaction, which consisted of jumping up and down while his hands vibrated into fists in happiness. Everyone was only left to wonder what had Changbin grinning like a lottery winner for the next twenty-four hours.

College Crush!Changbin, who would never forget to send you daily greetings. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was—at one point, he even sent you a “good afternoon” for no particular reason. Updates were also abundant. You never went on a day without him sharing parts of his, either in real time through chats or at night when he calls you before you sleep. And honestly, it was becoming one of your favorite aspects of your day.

College Crush!Changbin, who could do anything for you in a heartbeat, no questions asked. One time, you briefly mentioned a collector’s item you’ve been actively searching for in passing, which somehow ended up with him on a dedicated search for it around the city. You were shocked at how many locations he went to, even giving you updates on the stock status in each one.

College Crush!Changbin, who loves talking to you because your voice soothes him so much. He swears that just hearing you talk to him could melt away all the stress and exhaustion piled up on him throughout the day. At the same time, he also likes seeing your expressions whenever you’re talking about something that interests you. The way your face forms differently depending on your stance on the matter at hand entertains him. Overall, you’re his healing.

College Crush!Changbin, who looks forward to your replies to his messages every time. He knows the things he sends you could get a bit random at times, but he relishes how receptive you are to all of his shenanigans anyway. You make him feel seen.

College Crush!Changbin, who waits for you outside your classes just to surprise you with a ride home or a spontaneous lunch or dinner date. Mornings aren’t left out either, as it also wasn’t uncommon for Changbin to show up at your doorstep with a takeout breakfast for the two of you in hand. Keeping you well-fed and relaxed fills him with an indescribable satisfaction.

College Crush!Changbin, who enthusiastically talks about you to his family, despite them never actually meeting you yet. His sister always pokes him on the side to tease him whenever he gets that lovesick look on his face again, while his parents listen to him attentively. They couldn’t wait until the day he finally brings you to their home.

College Crush!Changbin, who took you out on a seaside candle-lit dinner for your birthday. He made sure to have the reservation happen the night before your actual birthday so that you could celebrate with your family and/or friends if you wished. Your eyes almost welled up with tears at the thoughtfulness behind it.

College Crush!Changbin, who always says that you deserve the best and shouldn’t expect less. When you asked him if it was reasonable for him to go through such lengths for you even if you haven’t even made it official yet, he only shrugged and said that it was his way of practicing how to treat you when you finally made him yours.

College Crush!Changbin, whom you pulled down to kiss right then and there after he uttered those words. You would be a fool to further deprive this man of the love he deserves after months of solid dedication to you. It didn’t take long for you to press another kiss on his lips either, because you had an inkling he’d react endearingly explosively in shock again.

College Boyfriend!Changbin, who loves you like you’re royalty, always ends the night thinking of how honored he is to be beside you.

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[kisskawa]

— apollo

ushijima feels heavy.

it’s the first day off from the season and whilst you’d been content just to lay in bed for too long and amble slowly around the house, ushijima had been adamant in going out for “a proper date.” it’d been too long since one, time filled by countless early morning practices where he tore himself from your side and lonely evenings where you longed for his presence.

you wonder as you lay under the sunshine, empty bag strewn beside your shoes and stray blades of grass poking at your ankles, how ushijima had known this would feel so different. as if by being outside, the activity had become entirely dissimilar from your original plans.

now, ushijima’s head rests in your lap, hands tucked under his frame as he faces inwards, cheek pressed against the meat of your thigh. it makes you smile, knowing that for all his reliance on his hands, ushijima had found it fit to hide them away when with you. they’d taken a battering over the last few months and you didn’t seem to mind letting ushijima borrow yours as he took the time to heal.

with little to currently do, your fingers have found purchase in his hair, raking through over and over until his mind is soothed and there are soft rows breaking up olive locks.

when you pause contact for a split second, fingertips leaving a lasting impression on ushijima’s scalp, a tiny noise escapes the back of his throat. it’s somewhere between a mix of a whine and a sigh, and yet ushijima can’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed, all too unhappy at the loss of your touch.

you return with a flower. plucked gently from the grass beside your blanket, you tuck the stem behind wakatoshi’s ear with a satisfied hum.

the new sensation has ushijima opening his eyes, gaze bleary and dazed. his mind feels syrupy, thick with joy and affection. any coherent thought has since left and every action, every blink feels sluggish and slow. enveloped by both the sun’s heat and yours, ushijima doesn’t think he can move a single limb. he knows he doesn’t want to.

your lips move without ushijima hearing, his eyelids fluttering and lashes kissing at his skin.

ushijima’s lack of reaction has you tilting your head to one side, bottom lip jutting out into the softest of pouts. looking up at you, wakatoshi can’t help but stare. the sun sits behind you, framing you with a pretty halo and illuminating your whole being. it makes you look romantic in a way ushijima never really did have the words for, like an old painting or idyllic melody. and though able to reach out a dependable hand and brush skin against skin, wakatoshi can’t quite believe you’re truly real.

“did you hear me?” you break his spell, voice enchanting and honeyed.

wordlessly, wakatoshi shakes his head, mouth feeling as if sugar had cloyed behind his teeth and on his tongue. the skin on his cheek pulls as he takes the chance to angle himself upwards, now able to drink in more of you. he tries his best not to get distracted this time round.

“didn’t think so,” you murmur, cheeky grin stretching your lips, “said you look pretty with that flower there, ‘toshi.”

it’s a losing battle. wakatoshi’s head sinks back down at the compliment, entirely pleased. and as his eyes droop comfortably shut once more, warmth radiates noticably from his cheeks. it feels like sunlight.

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Toto Wolff with wife reader. She and their son, Jack in the paddock during the race in Monza and the podium celebration. Credit to @wonderwolffs

https://www.tumblr.com/wonderwolffs/760618842108067840/mercedesamgf1-the-magic-of-monza-the-wolffs?source=share

Up to you how it goes. Add anything you want.

Winning in our own way

Word count: 891

Pairing: Toto Wolff x wife!reader, feat. Jack

Summary: Toto Wolff teaches his family the value of unity and support, even without a podium finish

Thank you for that request and thank you to @wonderwolffs for posting these sweet pics of the Wolffs

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The Italian sun cast a golden glow over the Monza circuit, the vibrant energy of race day filling the air. The roar of engines and the cheers of fans echoed through the stands as you stood in the paddock, cradling Jack in your arms. Your little boy’s wide eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the sights and sounds around him.

Toto stood beside you, his presence a comforting, steady force. He had one hand resting on your back, his thumb brushing gently against your shoulder, while his other hand lightly caressed Jack’s back. The three of you formed a close, intimate circle amid the flurry of race-day activity.

“You’re going to love this, Jack,” Toto murmured, leaning in closer so that only you and your son could hear. “Even though it’s not our day on the podium, it’s still going to be something special.”

Jack turned his head to look at his father, a curious expression on his face. “But why aren’t we winning, Papa?”

Toto smiled, his eyes warm as they met yours before he looked back at Jack. “Today, it’s someone else’s turn to win. And it’s important to be happy for them, even if we’re not the ones at the top. That’s what being part of a team is all about.”

You adjusted Jack in your arms, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “And we’re here to show our support, because everyone worked really hard today. It’s not always about winning, but about doing your best and being proud of that.”

The race was thrilling, each lap a testament to the skill and determination of the drivers. But as the checkered flag waved, it was clear that Mercedes wouldn’t be standing on the top step today. Charles Leclerc took the victory, with Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris rounding out the podium. The tifosi erupted in cheers, the sea of Ferrari red in the stands a sight to behold.

Toto exhaled softly, a mix of pride and acceptance in his expression. But when he looked at you, holding Jack so close, his gaze softened even more. “Let’s go to the podium,” he said, his voice gentle. “It’s important for Jack to see this.”

With Toto’s hand still on your back, guiding and supporting you, the three of you made your way to the podium area. Jack’s small hands clutched at your shirt as he took in the scene, his excitement palpable even in the midst of his curiosity.

As the drivers celebrated on the podium, the crowd’s cheers filling the air, Toto’s hand never left your back. His fingers traced soothing patterns, his way of grounding you both in the moment. Jack’s eyes were wide as he watched the champagne spraying, the sheer joy on the drivers’ faces a powerful image.

“They’re so happy,” Jack said softly, his voice full of wonder.

“They are,” Toto agreed, his voice equally soft as he leaned in to kiss the top of Jack’s head. “And we’re happy for them, right?”

Jack nodded, his little face lighting up with understanding. “Yeah, Papa. We are.”

After the podium ceremony, as the drivers came down to celebrate with their teams, you and Toto approached them with Jack still in your arms. Charles was the first to notice, his face breaking into a wide grin when he saw the three of you.

“Toto, Y/N, Jack!” Charles greeted warmly, crouching down to be at Jack’s level. “Did you enjoy the race, Jack?”

Jack nodded enthusiastically, a big smile on his face. “It was amazing! You were so fast!”

Charles chuckled, his gaze flickering up to you and Toto. “You’ve got a good one here,” he said, clearly charmed by Jack’s enthusiasm.

Oscar and Lando joined the group, their own smiles bright as they congratulated each other. You offered each of them a warm hug, Jack still secure in your arms, his little head resting on your shoulder now that the excitement was beginning to wear him out.

“Great job out there,” you said sincerely. “You all earned this today.”

Toto reached out, shaking hands with each driver, his respect evident. “Well done, all of you. This was your day.”

Lando grinned, his eyes flicking to Jack, who was fighting to stay awake in your arms. “Thanks, Toto. It’s nice to see you all here together. This is what it’s all about.”

As the celebration wound down, you and Toto stood together, watching the last of the crowd disperse. Jack had fallen asleep in your arms, his tiny breaths soft against your shoulder. Toto’s hand remained on your back, his presence as comforting as ever.

“Today was special,” you said quietly, leaning into him.

Toto nodded, his gaze tender as he looked at you and then down at your sleeping son. “It was. Not just because of the race, but because of what we’re teaching Jack. That it’s okay to not always be the one who wins, but to be happy for those who do.”

You smiled, feeling a deep sense of pride in the man beside you. “I’m proud of you, Toto. For the example you set, for the way you lead—both here and at home.”

Toto’s eyes softened as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’re a team, Y/N. In everything. And today, we won in our own way.”

[shogvnate]

Insomnia. headcannons

re8 ladies with a s/o who's an insomniac

contains; mother miranda, mia winters, alcina dimitrescu, donna beneviento, bela dimitrescu, cassandra dimitrescu, daniela dimitrescu.

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🐦‍⬛ mother miranda

honestly she's also an insomniac herself so it's not really a problem for her

if you're not busy, she'll ask you to accompany her while she's doing late night experimenting.

she's… surprisingly domestic?

she doesn't talk much when it's late (she doesn't talk much in general though), and you don't either so it works out.

sometimes forgets that you're not a mutant like her, but when she remembers she'll help you fall asleep. She'll find a way, she's a scientist, after all, a mad one at that. Nothing is impossible with her.

entertains you with her crows if her experiments get too dangerous for you.

the type to make you play chess with her over a cup of tea.

you have zero idea how to play so she teaches you.

???

how did the two of you end up playing uno??

…

why are the two of you playing go fish now?

🪡 donna beneviento

also an insomniac

but she's not as noticeable because she wears a veil and no one really sees her face.

late night reading, not healthy for both of your eyes but who cares?

donna is surprisingly active at night (not like that).

living with her includes hearing the kitchen being rummaged at 3 am only to find out it's her trying to cook pasta.

either that or she's trying to find her missing tool.

she can be forgetful sometimes and you are too, but remember, two negatives makes a positive! (you two still haven't found where your blue pen went.)

makes you and herself some soothing lavender tea.

she wears her hair down when it's late, and she's fucking gorgeous goddamn.

the sight of her alone makes you sigh dreamily.

you don't need sleep, you're already living the dream.

angie bites your toes if you look at donna funny for too long.

🍷 alcina dimitrescu

for the love of all that is holy, please stop trying to scare the maidens, it's 2 in the morning.

she's very tired.

she's the opposite of an insomniac, her line of work makes her really cranky at night.

technically she doesn't need sleep, but it's refreshing so she does it and hates when she's disturbed.

just imagine having to be a single milf girlboss with a massive dump truck, must be tiring for her, damn.

sorry. anyway, she'll find a way to help you.

perhaps you need medicine? she can give the Duke a quick late night call and make either Cassandra or Bela fetch them (because she doesn't trust the maidens will come back alive if she sent them this late.)

sits up with you until you're tired, but all the time she'll look like someone who hadn't had a blink of sleep since 500 b.c.

you decide to help her sleep instead, you don't mind.

so you ended up being cuddled by her while she's in her deep sleep, yay!

❄ mia winters

she's tired, not like alcina kind of tired, but just tired.

at some point in the night, she noticed you're not sleeping next to her, again, which made her wake up and get you.

you make her feel safe and when you're not there she gets reminded of her Louisiana days, which, isn't fun.

depending on the day, she can either haul you back to bed for her to cuddle or ask you whether you need something to calm your nerves.

stays up with you, but falls asleep in the end.

cuddling on the sofa with her is heaven so you don't mind.

in the morning you'll be so sore and stiff though, because when she cuddles, she's not even a koala, she's literally merging with you.

her warmth usually brings you to sleep, it's likely her general comforting presence that helps you.

buys you medicine to help with your insomnia if you ask so, but she'll do it tomorrow.

for now, she'd like to rest.

🦇 bela dimitrescu

contrary to alcina, the three of her daughters, and especially, bela, are insomniacs.

they do random shit at 1 in the morning.

one time bela got dragged into having a karaoke session, which meant you also got dragged by the other two sisters (read: daniela).

it's fun though, you got a good laugh from them.

which is great considering your insomnia is making you more and more mentally exhausted.

once they all let their energy out, bela can finally get some time with you.

bela may or may not bring you to her bedroom, depending on whether or not her sisters will tease her for it.

doesn't know how to make tea, so don't hope she does or ask her for it.

silence.

it gets really awkward when she's just sitting there staring at you and expecting you to just get bored and sleep.

you end up having candlelit dinner? breakfast? at 3 am.

🗡️ cassandra dimitrescu

as mentioned before she also has insomnia. she sometimes still manages to sleep though, but it usually happens at day or at random times.

after the whole late night shenanigans, usually she's the most tired because she matches daniela's endless energy but also bela's crankiness.

she enjoys laying down doing particularly nothing so expect her to lay on the same bed as you while staring blankly at the ceiling.

when asked she usually takes a few moments to respond, and as it turns out, she accidentally slept with her eyes open. kinda neat.

she's also like daniela, she can't sit still.

may make random small talks before she just… had it.

so she decided to ask you to spar with her in the armor room.

if you're tired, she'll suggest doing something else like taking a walk around the castle.

one time she's feeling generous, she actually asked you to waltz on the grand hall.

she still remembers the steps despite being dead for God knows how long but you absolutely have zero idea how to waltz.

and you're losing your shit whenever she smiles at you softly.

how uncharacteristic for the murderous vampire who gouged a maid's eyes out for looking at you wrong.

needless to say, your nights are always productive with cassandra.

🌹 daniela dimitrescu

with daniela, it's like gambling your sanity.

there's half the chance that she's feeling hyper that night, or the other being that she's feeling hella tired and doesn't want to be disturbed by the maids. (meaning if she sees someone messing up while she's in this mood, there'll be one more barrel in the cellar.)

either way, none of them meant anything good for you.

drags you to the library to read her stories, more often than not, she's asking you to read her fairy tales which is super valid. I also love them.

makes you play with her hair while you're reading.

very unpredictable, no wonder she's dimitrescu's wild card.

she sleeps when her energy runs out, which may take a long time.

she sleep talks, mostly slurring out your name or whining about how cassandra is always so unfair to her.

softly snores

you always end up being the one cleaning her mess if a maid died that day.

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[blaire-apricity]

Hello hello! The plushie headcanons are sooooo cute. I saw the requests are open and thought I'd drop mine too if that's okay :)

How would the Lads men cheer us/mc up when we're having a bad day? Eg: bad day at work or bad day in general

Bad days

ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ┆ : 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘚 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘔𝘊 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺?

ᯓ❅ ┆ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ┆ : 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘖𝘖𝘊

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𝐗𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫

Xavier was adept at sensing your emotions, especially when you felt sad. He would approach you slowly, ensuring his presence was comforting rather than overwhelming.

After a brief silence, Xavier would ask in a soft, steady voice, "Would you like to talk about it?"

Whether you would chose to share or simply shook your head, he listened attentively, attuned to both of your words and body language. His blue eyes showed genuine concern and care throughout.

A man of few words, Xavier found solace in actions over words. He would gently enveloped you in a reassuring hug, understanding that sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.

He knows you too well, he'll offer you the solace to rest once you began to relax. Combining two things that Xavier loves—sleeping and being with you—seemed the most natural way to comfort you.

In a cozy, intimate setting, you two would nestle together. His fingers delicately brushed through your hair, soothing you into peaceful sleep. His embrace was firm yet gentle, conveying his unwavering support without suffocation.

"I'm always here for you, today and every day," his voice barely above a whisper, matching the sincerity of the moment.

𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

Noticing a change in your aura, he first observes you, looking for any signs of distress or fatigue, thinking you might have caught an illness.

Unlike Xavier, Zayne addresses the situation directly with his usual calm and straightforward manner, asking, "What's going on? You seem off today." His tone is matter-of-fact but laced with genuine concern, signaling that he is ready to listen and help.

He attends to your immediate needs first. If you seem stressed, he suggests practical ways to alleviate it. "Let's take a break. Clear your head," he says.

Though stoic, Zayne is not unfeeling. He offers comfort through small but meaningful gestures.

He makes a cup of tea for you, knowing it has some medicinal effects that could help.

"Take your time, I'm here if you need me," he says, giving you the freedom to express your emotions or to have space to collect your thoughts.

Wanting to cheer you up, Zayne reminds you of your capabilities and past successes, like a flower blooming even in the harshest conditions.

“You’ve handled worse,” he says firmly but kindly. “This is just another hurdle, and you’ll get over it, like always.”

"It's just one day out of many. Tomorrow will be better," he says, gently patting your head.

𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

Rafayel's initial response to your bad day would likely involve some playful teasing. "Did you trip over your own feet again or something?" he might say with a smirk, trying to provoke a reaction and distract you from your troubles.

At first, he pretends not to care, crossing his arms and looking away. "It’s not like I’m worried or anything. I just need my bodyguard in perfect condition to protect me," he mutters. Despite his words, his presence and engagement show he's paying attention.

Rafayel continues to poke fun at you, but with a softer touch. "You look like a sad puppy. It’s kind of pathetic," he says, though the hint of concern in his eyes betrays his true feelings.

When he notices that the teasing isn't lifting your spirits, he shifts to a more subtle form of comfort.

"Fine, let’s go do something fun. But only because I’m bored," he declares, suggesting an activity he knows you enjoy, like playing a game or watching a movie.

Throughout all of this, he gently rests his head against yours, your shoulders touching, providing silent support.

Despite his bratty demeanor, Rafayel finds small ways to show he cares.

He might casually offer your favorite snack or drink, pretending it's no big deal. "Here, take this. It's been sitting around in my fridge anyway," he says, though in truth, he brought it exclusively for you.

Finally, Rafayel tries to bring things back to normal, signaling that everything will be okay. "Alright, enough moping around. Let’s get back to having some fun," he says, his bratty demeanor back in place, but his actions revealing his genuine care.

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𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒! 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠.

𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛! 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝐻𝐶/𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚~

𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦! 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠~!

[ahqkas]

♯ HIS LOVE’S CREATIVE HEART ; mattheo riddle

PAIRING! mattheo riddle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS! the love of his life was a creative soul and who was he to deny your nature? (based off this req.!!)

WORD COUNT! 3.3k

WARNINGS AND TAGS! fluff, kissing, crafty reader, muggleborn reader, lovesick mattheo

NOTES! reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated <3

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

YOU'VE ALWAYS LOVED THE ACTIVITIES OF CREATIVITY. From a young age, you found joy in the simple act of making something with your own hands. Crocheting, with its interesting patterns and soothing repetition, was one of your earliest passions. There was something oddly satisfying about watching a ball of yarn transform into a cozy blanket or a delicate sweater under your fingers. Each loop, each stitch is a small act of creation. The rhythmic movement of the hook, the texture of the yarn slipping through your fingers, and the memories of your Grandmama were too cherished by you to forget them.

Baking, too, became a beloved creative outlet you shared with the sweet old woman. The kitchen was your laboratory, a place where you could freely experiment. You relished the process of measuring and mixing, the way simple ingredients like flour, sugar, and eggs could be transformed into a mix of flavors and textures. The smell of freshly baked bread or cookies wafting through the house was a comforting reminder of the magic you could create by your own hands. The process is both strict and freeing; one must follow certain rules, yet there is always room for imagination. A pinch of spice here, a dash of flavor there, and suddenly, a simple recipe becomes his personal favorite.

Painting, on the other hand, offered you a different kind of creative fulfillment. With a blank canvas before you and a palette of colors at your disposal, you felt a sense of freedom that was really exciting for your young heart. Each brushstroke was a gift of your inner world, a glimpse into your thoughts and emotions. Whether you were capturing the vibrant hues of a sunset or the delicate details of a flower, painting allowed you to see the world through new eyes and share your unique perspective with others.

In all these activities, you discovered not just hobbies, but a way of life. Creativity became a pair of sunglasses through which you viewed the world.

Your grandmama always believed in the magic of your creativity. From the time you were old enough to hold a crochet hook, she supported your talents with a guiding hand. Together, you spent countless afternoons creating intricate patterns and baking delicious treats in her warm home. Her kitchen became your comfort place, the rhythmic hum of the oven and the soft clinking of your crochet needles made you unbelievably happy. She celebrated each finished piece, every golden-brown loaf of bread, and every delicate painting as if they were masterpieces. 

When your Hogwarts letter arrived, the old woman was overjoyed. As a muggleborn, you were stepping into a world she could only imagine. "Think of all the magical things you will create," she had said, her eyes sparkling with pride. Though the idea of leaving her was haunting you, her open love made the thought easier. She promised to write often, and you did your best to send her letters filled with detailed descriptions of your magical adventures and the new wonders you were creating with your wand.

But letters could only do so much, and as the years went by, you missed the simple joy of her daily encouragement and the warmth of her presence.

Six years passed in a blur of potions, spells, and problem making. Your creative spirit never died, but the absence of your grandmama's physical presence was a constant ache that seemed to linger in the depths of your heart. It was around this time that Mattheo Riddle entered your life. He saw the passion in your eyes, the same spark your grandmama had always seen. At first, he was fascinated by your creativity, watching with awe as you seamlessly blended magic with your muggleborn talents.

01 - CROCHETING

The room was bathed in a soft, golden glow, the flickering light from the fireplace casting dancing shadows on the walls. The warmth of the fire created a comforting atmosphere, slushing off the chill of the evening. You and Mattheo were nestled on a plush, overstuffed couch, its worn fabric bearing the marks of countless cozy evenings like this one. The air was filled with the soothing crackle of burning wood and the occasional 'pop' of a log as it settled deeper into the flames. Evenings like these were your favorite. 

You sat cross-legged at one end of the couch, your crochet hook moving rhythmically through a skein of deep blue yarn. Each loop and stitch seemed to flow effortlessly from your fingers, years of practice and the love poured into the new project. Your eyes were focused, yet relaxed, as you followed the intricate pattern in your mind, your hands working almost of their own accord.

Mattheo sat at the other end, his body turned toward you, one arm resting along the back of the couch. His gaze was soft but concentrated, his dark eyes following the movements of your hands with a mixture of admiration and fascination. He loved watching you create; there was something almost magical about the way you transformed simple yarn into beautiful designs. It was a side of you that he cherished deeply, a glimpse into your soul that he was privileged to witness.

The common room was quiet, save for the sounds of the fire and the occasional rustle of yarn. Mattheo shifted slightly, leaning closer to you. "What are you making this time?" he asked, his voice low and warm, filled with genuine curiosity as his irises never left your movements. 

You glanced up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "It's a blanket," you replied, holding up the growing fabric for him to see. "For my dorm. I thought it could use a bit more color and warmth."

Mattheo reached out, his long fingers brushing lightly against the soft fabric. "It's beautiful," he murmured lowly, his eyes meeting yours. "Just like everything you make." 

Heat crept up your cheeks at his words, and you looked back down at your work, your smile widening. "Thank you." 

As you continued to crochet, Mattheo's gaze never wavered. He was captivated by the way your fingers moved, the delicate dance of the hook and yarn. He loved these quiet moments with you, where time seemed to slow down, and the outside world faded away. Everything was okay for once again. 

After a while, Mattheo shifted again, moving closer until his knee brushed against yours. He reached out and gently took one of your hands, his touch warm and reassuring. "Can I help?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You laughed softly, the sound a sweet melody that mingled with the crackling fire. "I don't know," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "Have you ever done this before?" You knew the answer, but you wanted to mess with him a little bit.

His lips stretched into a grin at your words and his hand squeezed yours lightly. "I think I can manage. Just show me what to do."

You shifted closer to him, the blanket pooling in your and his lap. "Alright," you said, holding out the hook and yarn toward him. "First, you need to make a slip knot." You demonstrated the simple loop, your fingers deftly moving with practiced ease. Mattheo watched intently, his brows furrowed in concentration as he mimicked your movements.

"Like this?" he asked, showing you his attempt. It was a bit loose, but it held.

"Perfect," you praised the Slytherin boy, eyes sparkling with encouragement. "Now, hold the yarn like this and make a chain stitch." You showed him how to wrap the yarn around the hook and pull it through the loop. He followed your instructions carefully, his movements tentative but eager.

With each new step, you guided him, your hands occasionally covering his to correct his grip or adjust the tension. "You're doing great," you said, watching as he completed a row of chain stitches. "Now, let's try a single crochet."

Mattheo's initial awkwardness gradually gave way to a steady rhythm and his confidence grew with each stitch. He glanced up at you, a mixture of pride and joy in his eyes. "This isn't so bad," he admitted, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Although his side of the blanket was a little more messy than yours, it was adorable to see him trying out your activities. 

You laughed, the sound filling his chest with warmth. "See? I told you. And it's even more fun when you get the hang of it."

The two of you continued working together, your hands moving in sync as you crocheted side by side. As the night wore on, you and Mattheo fell into a comfortable silence, the rhythm of your work and the steady crackle of the fire lulling you into a peaceful state of mind.

02 - BAKING 

It was well past curfew, and the usual bustle of Hogwarts had given way to a hushed stillness.

 You and Mattheo crept through the hallways, stifling giggles and casting glances around to make sure you remained unseen. Finally, you reached the entrance to the kitchens, a place where the house elves bustled about during the day and night, cooking and baking the delicious meals that filled the Great Hall every day. 

You tickled the pear in the portrait, and the entrance swung open to reveal the warm, inviting space of the Hogwarts kitchens. The room was a hive of activity by day, but now, in the late hours, it was quiet in here. The house-elves, always so helpful and friendly, had agreed to let you use their space for your baking adventures. Their big eyes (they were the size of a tennis ball!) and cheerful smiles greeted you as you entered, and a few of the elves lingered to offer assistance if needed, but most retreated to give you privacy, seeing you had arrived with your boyfriend, hand in hand.

The kitchen was vast, filled with long wooden tables, towering shelves stocked with every ingredient imaginable, and gleaming copper pots and pans hanging from hooks on the walls. The scent of spices and baked goods from the diner lingered in the air. The hearth, usually roaring with flames, was now a gentle glow, casting a warm light that added to the cozy atmosphere.

You and Mattheo set to work. "Alright, Chef Riddle," you said with a teasing grin on your face, helping him to tie an apron around his waist, "let's see if you can keep up."

He shook his head at you and offered you an arrogant smirk, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just try to keep up with me," he retorted, grabbing a flour sack with a dramatic flourish.

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you began gathering the ingredients for your chosen recipes. Tonight, you had decided to bake a variety of treats: cookies and pastries that had been on your mind for weeks. The house-elves had thoughtfully provided fresh ingredients, and the counters were soon laden with bowls of flour, sugar, butter, and eggs.

The first task was to prepare the dough for the cookies. You measured out the ingredients, your movements practiced and efficient, while Mattheo attempted to follow along, his competitive nature driving him to match your pace. 

"Don't forget the vanilla," you reminded him, adding a splash to your own bowl.

He nodded, carefully measuring out the extract. "Got it. How do you know so much about baking anyway?" he asked, his tone curious but impressed.

You shrugged, a smile tugging at your lips. "Years of practice with my grandmama. She taught me everything I know."

As you mixed the dough, the rich, sweet aroma filled the kitchen, mingling with the lingering scents of past meals. You stole a glance at Mattheo, who was diligently working beside you, his brow furrowed in concentration. His hands, usually so busy with his wand, were now covered in flour and sugar, a sight that made you giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asked, feigning offense but unable to hide his smile. There was no way he could. Your smile brought out the best in him. 

"You," you replied, leaning over to swipe a bit of flour onto his nose. "You're a natural baker."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Just don't expect me to start wearing one of those frilly pink aprons."

With the cookie dough prepared, you moved on to the pastries. Rolling out the dough, you instructed Mattheo on how to fold in the butter to create flaky layers. He listened intently, his usual loud temperament now tempered by a genuine desire to learn by your side. You worked side by side, your hands brushing occasionally as you passed ingredients and tools back and forth.  The house-elves had left a pot of hot cocoa on the stove, and you poured two mugs, the rich, velvety liquid a perfect complement to the cozy atmosphere.

"Cheers," Mattheo said, raising his mug to meet yours with a wink. 

"Cheers," you replied, clinking your mug against his. The cocoa was rich and creamy, warming you from the inside out.

As you wiped your hands on a towel, Mattheo’s deep gaze lingered on your face. "You’ve got a bit of flour . . ." he said softly, leaning in. His fingers brushed against your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. 

His hand lingered there for a moment longer, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips. The playful atmosphere shifted, and the well-known tension filled the space between the two of you. Time seemed to slow as he moved even closer, his breath mingling with yours. Before you could fully process the moment, his lips were on yours, soft and warm, tasting faintly of cocoa and the sweetness of the evening.

You responded instinctively, your hands reaching up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingers. He deepened the kiss, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, pulling you even closer than you were. The kiss was both gentle and urgent, warming your soul and mind. 

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together. The kitchen, with its warmth and golden light, felt like a different world, one where only the two of you existed. Mattheo’s dark eyes searched yours, a mixture of vulnerability and affection hidden in his irises.

"That was..." he began, but you silenced him with another quick kiss, smiling against his lips as your fingers gripped the hair at the back of his nape. 

"Perfect," you finished for him, your heart full to bursting.

In that quiet, golden-lit room, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the comforting presence of your sweet boyfriend, you knew you had found something truly special. The baking, the laughter, the stolen kiss – it all came together to create a moment of pure magic, one you would cherish forever.

03 - PAINTING 

The art room at Hogwarts was a hidden gem, tucked away in a lesser-known corner of the castle not so many students knew about. It was a spacious, high-ceilinged room filled with the scents of paint and canvas, the walls adorned with student artwork from years past. The large windows let in the afternoon sunlight, casting a warm glow over the space. Easels stood ready with blank canvases, and tables were laden with paints, brushes, and palettes.

You and Mattheo had decided to spend the afternoon here, taking a break from the usual hustle of school life.

"Alright," you said, setting up your easel and arranging your paints. "Remember, every five minutes, we switch."

Mattheo nodded, a grin spreading across his face. "Got it. But don’t expect anything too impressive from me. I can barely draw a straight line."

You laughed, squeezing a bit of blue paint onto your palette. "That’s the fun of it. Just go with the flow."

With everything ready, you both took your places in front of your easels. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the soft rustle of brushes on canvas and the occasional clink of paint jars. You started with broad strokes, laying down a wash of color to form the background. Your movements were confident and sure, years of practice guiding your hand.

Mattheo, on the other hand, approached his canvas with a bit more trepidation. He dipped his brush into the paint and made his first tentative strokes, glancing over at you occasionally for inspiration. You smiled reassuringly, giving him a thumbs-up. Despite his self-professed lack of skill, there was something endearing about the way he threw himself into the task, determined to make the best of it.

The first five minutes flew by, and soon it was time to switch. You moved to Mattheo’s easel, examining his work with a thoughtful smile. He had started with a simple landscape, a few rolling hills under a blue sky. It was basic, but it had potential. You picked up a brush and began to add your own touches, blending colors and adding a bit of story to the scene.

Mattheo moved to your canvas, eyes widening at the intricate swirls of color you had already laid down. "Wow," he murmured, "how am I supposed to add to this?"

"Just do your best," you replied, a playful challenge in your voice.

The next five minutes passed in a blur of color and creativity. You found yourself getting lost in the process, enjoying the way your styles melded together. When it was time to switch again, you couldn’t help but laugh at the changes Mattheo had made to your painting. The Slytherin had added a few playful touches, turning a serene sky into a playful scene with cartoonish clouds.

"Nice touch," you said, grinning at him as you moved back to your easel.

He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "I figured it needed a bit of character."

As the afternoon wore on, Mattheo grew increasingly confident. With each switch, he added bolder strokes and more imaginative elements to the paintings. His hesitation gave way to a sense of pride and enthusiasm that was too difficult to not return. You found yourself enjoying the challenge of working with his unpredictable thoughts, the paintings slowly turning into mosaics of your combined efforts.

By the time the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the art room, you both stepped back to admire your work. The canvases were a glimpse of color and creativity, showing the teamwork you put into it. The landscape Mattheo had started was now a dreamlike scene, with white clouds and pretty flowers woven into the hills and sky. The painting you had begun was equally transformed, full of charm and ideas. 

Your boyfriend crossed his arms, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad for a guy who can’t paint, huh?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Not bad at all. I’m impressed."

He tilted his head with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe I’m more talented than I thought. Perhaps I missed my calling as an artist." 

"Don’t get too full of yourself, Riddle. But I have to admit, you did better than I expected," you rolled your eyes playfully at him. That was your man, after all. 

"Better than expected?" he repeated, brows furrowed as he brought a hand to his heart. "I think you mean I was brilliant."

You reached up to brush a stray bit of paint from his cheek, your fingers lingering for a moment. "Alright, Picasso. I’ll give you that. You were brilliant."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in closer. "Thanks for teaching me. I had a lot of fun."

"Me too," you replied, giving his hand a squeeze. "We should do it again."

He nodded, his gaze lingering on your face. "Definitely."

[xxspringmelodyxx]

I Will Always Love You~

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

When a rival from your old high school comes in and tried to take your man

The bustling city streets buzzed with activity as Satoru Toru and you navigated through the throngs of people. Your footsteps fell in sync, a silent harmony amidst the chaos surrounding you. Satoru, with his trademark white hair and enigmatic gaze, exuded an aura of confidence that drew curious glances from passersby. Beside him walked you, your presence a calming influence amid the whirlwind of the city.

As the strongest sorcerer, Satoru was accustomed to attention. His power and charisma made him a magnet for admirers, both friend and foe alike. Yet, despite the constant clamor for his attention, there was only one person who truly captured his heart – you.

For two years, you had been inseparable, your bond forged through shared trials and triumphs in the world of sorcery. Your kind-hearted nature complemented Toru's boldness and strength perfectly, creating a harmony that transcended mere words.

On this particular day, your mission had led you to the heart of the city, where the streets teemed with life and energy. As you made your way through the crowded thoroughfare, a sudden rain shower descended from the heavens, catching you off guard. With a shared glance and a knowing smile, you quickened your pace, seeking shelter from the downpour.

Your refuge came in the form of a quaint little café nestled on a side street, its warm lights beckoning like a beacon of hope amidst the dreary weather. Stepping inside, you were greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversation. Finding an empty table by the window, you and Toru settled in, shedding your damp outer layers and allowing the cozy ambiance to envelop you.

As you waited for your orders to arrive, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Toru, your heart swelling with affection at the sight of him. Despite his formidable reputation as the strongest sorcerer, there was a gentleness in the way he smiled, a warmth that seemed to radiate from within.

Satoru, however, noticed the little glances you would make towards him, and he absolutely loved it. The way your beautiful eyes stared at him with so much love and adoration. It was enough to make him melt on sight.

“You know,” Toru said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two, “every time you look at me like that, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

A blush crept onto your cheeks at his words, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re the one who makes me feel lucky,” you replied softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His smile widened at your words, a warmth spreading through his chest.

You two continued to talk about a variety of topics. Your missions, your previous dates, future plans, you name it. You both just spent this time to talk.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter escaped you as Toru recounted a particularly amusing anecdote from one of your past missions. As you laughed, you felt his gaze lingering on you, a warmth spreading through your chest at the intensity of his stare.

“What?” you asked, unable to suppress the smile that danced on your lips.

Toru shook his head, a fond smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Nothing,” he replied softly. “You’re just so beautiful when you laugh.”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words, a rush of warmth flooding your veins. “Stop it,” you protested, though the affection in your voice was undeniable.

“I mean it,” Toru insisted, his gaze unwavering. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice took your breath away, leaving you speechless for a moment. But before you could respond, the moment was interrupted by the arrival of your drinks, effectively shifting the focus away from the intimate exchange.

A steaming cup of coffee for Toru and a soothing herbal tea for yourself. Continuing in your casual conversation, you went on to share stories of past adventures and dreams for the future, your laughter mingling with the soft patter of rain against the windowpane.

However, this was short lived as a certain person was about to ruin it for you. A woman who went by the name of Akane sat across from you two, a smile plastered on her face. Why was she so bad, you might ask? Well, its quite simple really. She wanted Toru. She was absolutely obsessed with him, almost to a point to where it was scary. Toru told you not to worry about it because he loved you and only you, but it wasn’t him you were worried about. No, you were worried about what Akane would do. She is crazy enough to try just about anything.

She was like this in high school as well. It was absolutely awful. Anytime you liked someone, she would try and steal them away…and usually it worked. Usually it was because she offered them something in return…all just to see you struggle. Shoko told you she was a bitch and a homewrecker, and even went as far as to say she would go out and fight her for you. You should’ve taken her up on that offer. Now here she was, and you were sure she was going to do anything to get Toru to leave with her.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Toru asked.

”O-Of course, why do you ask?”

“Because I just said I am going to move to Australia and forget my life as a sorcerer to become a local snake wrestler, and that we are going to have 8 cats while living in a small shed… and all you said was yeah,” he deadpanned, a teasing glint in his eye.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his absurd statement, grateful for the brief respite from the tension that hung in the air.

”I am fine…just got a bit distracted. But let's focus back onto ourselves.” You spoke, holding his hand in yours.

Amidst the continued laughter and lighthearted banter between you and Toru, there lingered an unspoken tension – a palpable undercurrent of something deeper, something unspoken. It was a tension born of your growing unease as you watched Akane begin to approach your table, her eyes fixed on Toru with an intensity that set alarm bells ringing in your mind.

Toru looked to where your eyes were, seeing none other than Akane herself. His smile faded as he knew where this was going. He felt your grip on his hand tighten a bit, to which he quickly caressed the back of it with his thumb, trying to reassure you.

”Hey Toru~” She spoke up, her voice holding a sultry tone to it.

“What brings you here, Akane?” Toru inquired, his tone polite but guarded.

“Oh, I was just passing by and thought I’d say hello,” she replied casually, though there was an unmistakable undercurrent of mischief in her voice.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at her obvious deception, fully aware of her intentions. With calculated precision, she settled into the seat beside Toru, invading his personal space and causing him visible discomfort. Yet, when Toru glanced over at you, he was met with a sight that made his stomach churn. You, usually the epitome of kindness and gentleness, now emanated an aura of barely restrained fury, as though you were capable of unspeakable acts if provoked.

With a clenched jaw and a furrowed brow, you watched in silence as Akane leaned in closer, her voice dripping with honeyed words that made your stomach churn with unease. Despite the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach, you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing you falter. You stood up from your seat and began to move towards Toru.

The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to suffocate as the other patrons glanced between you and Akane, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding drama. But amidst the chaos and confusion, there was one thing you knew for certain – you wouldn’t let Akane’s manipulative games get to you, not this time.

With each step, you could feel the weight of the room’s collective gaze bearing down on you, their curious stares like daggers piercing through the tension-filled air. But you refused to let their scrutiny deter you, your focus locked solely on the man who held your heart.

As you reached him, you didn’t utter a word. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, pouring all of your pent-up emotions into the kiss. It was a kiss born of desperation and longing, a silent declaration of ownership in the face of perceived threat.

In that moment, the world around you faded into oblivion, leaving only you and Toru locked in a passionate embrace. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. And though you could still feel the lingering weight of Akane’s presence, it was no match for the overwhelming warmth of Toru’s love.

As the kiss deepened, a sense of euphoria washed over you, a tidal wave of emotion threatening to consume you whole. It was as though every worry and fear melted away in the heat of the moment, leaving only the blissful certainty of your love for each other.

Surprised at first, Toru quickly responded, his arms encircling your waist as he deepened the kiss with a fervor that matched your own. In that moment, any doubts or insecurities melted away, replaced by the overwhelming warmth of your love for each other.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and exhilarated, you were met with a mixture of shock and admiration from the surrounding patrons. But amidst the whispered murmurs and curious glances, there was one pair of eyes that held your gaze – Toru's eyes, sparkling with affection and pride.

"Well, that was unexpected, but I'm not complaining," he chuckled, his voice low and husky with emotion. His hand moved to the back of your neck, ready to kiss you again.

"Who knew you had a hint of jealousy in you? I have to admit, it's kind of hot." He spoke before going at it again.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at the sight of Toru's unwavering devotion. As you stole a glance at Akane, you noticed her jaw clenched tight, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her eyes burned with a mixture of jealousy and rage, her carefully constructed facade shattered by the intensity of your connection with Toru.

Summoning every ounce of charm and charisma she possessed, she plastered on a saccharine smile and began to speak. “Well, well, well,” she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I must say, I didn’t expect to witness such a… passionate display of affection in public.”

Her words were laced with thinly veiled contempt, a subtle jab at your audacity to flaunt your love so openly. But rather than cower in the face of her thinly veiled hostility, you met her gaze with a steely resolve, your grip on Toru’s hand tightening in silent solidarity.

Toru, for his part, stopped kissing you and turned his head towards Akane. His eyes remained cool and composed, belying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. With practiced ease, he slipped into his role of polite indifference, his voice a mask of civility as he addressed the intruder in their midst. “Can we help you with something?” he inquired, his voice betraying none of the irritation bubbling beneath the surface.

”Cause I was a bit preoccupied,” he interjected with a playful smirk, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he cast a knowing glance towards Akane, “You know, indulging in a little… passionate exchange with her.” He finished, tightening his grip around your waist. He was about to go back to kissing you, when she interrupted him.

She refused to be deterred, her facade of civility crumbling under the weight of her seething jealousy. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I want,” she replied, her tone dripping with venom as she turned her attention to Toru. “I want you, Satoru. And I won’t rest until you’re mine.”

Toru gave her a deadpanned look, completely in disbelief at her behavior.

“Oh come on, Toru~ Surely you don’t want to be with her for the rest of your life~ Think of all the fun you and I could have~” She said flirtatiously, walking her fingers up his arm.

Akane’s words hung in the air, heavy with malice and desperation, as Toru’s patience wore thin. With each flirtatious gesture, his irritation simmered beneath the surface, his resolve to protect your relationship unwavering.

As Akane’s fingers continued to trail up his arm, Toru’s expression shifted from disbelief to frustration. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with exasperation.

With a gentle but firm touch, Toru removed Akane’s hand from his arm, his gaze hardening as he addressed her once more.

“I can’t believe you would ever think I would give up someone like her to be with someone as conniving and despicable as you,” Toru spat, his tone laced with venom as he delivered the cutting remark, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disgust.

As Toru’s words hung in the air, a tense silence enveloped the cafe, broken only by the soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of dishes. Akane recoiled as though struck, her facade of confidence crumbling under the weight of Toru’s condemnation.

But instead of retreating, she squared her shoulders, her eyes flashing with defiance as she met Toru’s gaze head-on. “You’ll regret this, Satoru,” she hissed, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. “You think you can choose her over me? You’ll see just how wrong you are.”

Your eyes narrowed at her, anger hitting its breaking point with you as she threatened Satoru. You quickly looked towards her drink and snapped your fingers, causing the drink to burst all over her, making her stand up with surprise.

With determination, you came forward, your eyes blazing with grit as you addressed Akane. "Listen here, Akane," you began, your voice firm and unwavering. "You may think you have some kind of claim on Toru, but let me make one thing clear – he's not interested. He never was, and he never will be."

Your words cut through the tension like a knife, silencing Akane's protests in an instant. For the first time since her arrival, she was rendered speechless, her facade of confidence crumbling under the weight of your conviction.

"So let me make one thing abundantly clear," you continued, your gaze narrowing into a steely glare, "if you ever dare to come near us again, I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it. So do yourself a favor and stay away from us. Permanently."

With that final warning, you turned your back on Akane, refusing to dignify her with any further attention.

Your declaration hung in the air like a solemn decree, leaving no room for doubt or negotiation. Akane’s expression wavered for a moment, a flicker of defiance in her eyes, but ultimately she relented. With a defeated scoff, she slunk away, defeated by the unwavering strength of your resolve.

As the tension dissolved, a sense of peace settled over the café once more, the lingering threat of Akane’s presence evaporating into the ether.

Toru's touch was gentle yet firm as he lifted your chin, his fingers caressing your skin with a tenderness that belied the intensity in his gaze. With unwavering affection, he locked eyes with you, his expression a reflection of the depth of his feelings.

"You were amazing," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of his admiration. His thumb traced the curve of your jawline, a silent reassurance of his love and appreciation for you.

A blush tinged your cheeks at his words, your heart swelling with warmth at the sincerity in his gaze. "I couldn’t just sit there and watch. Especially not when she threatened you.” you replied, your own voice barely more than a breath as you returned his affectionate gaze.

In that moment, words seemed inadequate to convey the depth of emotion between you, yet the silent exchange spoke volumes. With a shared smile and a lingering touch, you found solace in each other's presence, knowing that together, you could weather any storm that came your way.

As the tension of the encounter with Akane faded into the background, a playful glint danced in Toru's eyes, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know," he began, his tone light and teasing, "Seeing you all worked up like that kind of stirred something deep within me~."

Your cheeks flushed at his suggestive remark, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his playful demeanor. “Oh really?” you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice. “And what, pray tell, does that ‘something’ entail?”

Toru’s grin widened, his gaze locking with yours in a playful challenge. “Well, I was thinking,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with anticipation, “that we could head back home and indulge in some... private festivities.

A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you considered his proposal, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. “Hmm, sounds intriguing,” you mused, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “And what would these ‘private festivities’ be, hmm?”

Toru's response was a playful wink and a devilish grin, his arm slipping around your waist as he guided you towards the door. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see," he teased, his voice filled with anticipation and excitement. "But trust me, it'll be worth the wait."

With a laugh and a playful swat at his arm, you followed him out of the café, your hearts light and spirits high as you embarked on the next chapter of your adventure together.

”Oh, and baby?” Toru started, making you look up at him.

He grabbed your face and planted his lips on yours, igniting a flame within yourself once again.

After a few seconds passed, he let go and looked into your eyes, kissing your cheeks.

”Know that I will always love you, no matter what. I will always be with you, even when you get tired of me. After all, you are my one and only. No one will ever change that~” He finished, making your heart leap out of your chest. You smiled up at him and kissed his nose

”I could never get tired of you, my love. And I love you, too~” You said, smiling up at him. You both continued your way back to your house, hand in hand, hearts entwined, ready to be alone in each other's presence.

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[estellan0vella]

Never So Severe ❀ SatoSugu (Requested) Masterlist HFBU

Living with epilepsy is a constant balancing act, but your partners, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, make it easier. They have been your rocks, always vigilant and caring, understanding your condition better than anyone else. But today, something feels different. The air in the room is thick with a strange tension, one that even you can sense.

Satoru, with his Six Eyes, is particularly attuned to the changes in your brain activity. He's been on edge since morning, his usually mischievous blue eyes flickering with concern every time he glances your way. Suguru is no different, his calm demeanor hiding a well of worry that you can feel in the way he lingers close, as if ready to catch you at any moment.

The three of you are in your shared living room, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows. Shoko, your best friend and the school's medic, is visiting. Her presence is a comfort, but even she seems more alert than usual. You're all discussing the recent uptick in your seizures, trying to figure out if there's a common trigger you've overlooked.

"I've been noticing these changes for a few days now," Satoru says, his voice unusually serious. "It's like your brain activity is more chaotic, more unpredictable."

Shoko nods, her brows furrowed in concentration. "It could be your medication. We might need to adjust the dosage or change the medication entirely."

Suguru's hand rests gently on your shoulder. "Do you think it's stress? You've been dealing with a lot lately."

You shake your head, feeling a twinge of frustration. "I don't know. It feels like it's out of my control."

Before you can respond further, a familiar sensation washes over you. It's a strange, almost surreal feeling like your body is no longer your own. Your vision blurs, and you can hear Satoru's sharp intake of breath as he realizes what's happening.

"Suguru," Satoru says urgently, his voice tight with urgency, "it's starting."

Suguru is at your side in an instant, his arms wrapping around you gently. "We've got you," he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the rising panic inside you.

The seizure hits harder than usual, your body convulsing violently. You're dimly aware of Shoko barking orders, her voice a mix of professional calm and personal concern. Even though Shoko knows that the pair know what to do, they know it's her own way of coping.

"Hold her steady," Shoko instructs, her tone commanding. "Don't let her hit her head."

Satoru and Suguru hold you steady, preventing you from hurting yourself as your body rebels against you. Suguru's grip is firm but gentle, his face etched with worry.

"It's okay, love," Suguru whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "We're right here. Just breathe."

But this time, it doesn't stop. The seconds drag into minutes, and the seizure shows no sign of abating. You can feel the panic rising in the room, a stark contrast to the practised calm your partners usually maintain.

"Gojo," Shoko's voice is sharp, her eyes wide with alarm when she notices the staggering in your chest, "she's not breathing!"

Time seems to freeze. You can't see their faces, but you can imagine the terror in Satoru's eyes, the fear in Suguru's normally composed expression. They've seen you have seizures before, but never like this. Never so severe.

"Shoko, what do we do?" Satoru's voice cracks, a rare moment of vulnerability.

"We need to get her to the infirmary," Shoko says, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now!"

Everything is a blur after that. You feel yourself being lifted, cradled in Suguru's strong arms while Satoru clears the way with his limitless abilities, ensuring you reach the infirmary in record time. Shoko is a constant presence, her hands moving expertly as she prepares to stabilize you.

"We're almost there," Suguru whispers, his voice a strained mix of fear and determination. "Hang on, love."

By the time you arrive, your seizure has left you utterly drained, consciousness slipping away. The last thing you hear before the darkness takes you is the frantic yet familiar voices of your partners, their fear a tangible weight in the air.

When you wake, the world is a haze of soft beeping and the antiseptic scent of the infirmary. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are, your body feeling heavy and foreign. There's a slight pressure in your nose, and you realize there's a cannula delivering oxygen, easing your breathing.

"Satoru, Suguru," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"We're here," Satoru says immediately, his hand gently squeezing yours. His face hovers into view, blue eyes filled with relief and lingering worry. Suguru is right beside him, his usual calm mask shattered, revealing the depth of his concern.

Shoko appears next, her expression softening when she sees you're awake. "How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice gentle.

"Tired," you admit. "What happened?"

"You had a severe seizure," Shoko explains, her tone professional but warm. "It didn't stop on its own, and you stopped breathing. We had to bring you here and give you oxygen."

You nod slowly, the memory of the event still a blur. "Is it...is it my medication?"

Shoko sighs, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of sympathy and determination. "Yes. Your current dosage isn't working as well as it should. We need to adjust it. I'll run some tests and find the right balance for you."

Satoru and Suguru exchange a glance, their worry not entirely alleviated. "Will she be okay?" Suguru asks, his voice uncharacteristically shaky.

"She will be," Shoko assures them. "But we need to be more vigilant. Until we get her medication right, there's a higher risk of these severe seizures."

Your partners nod, their grip on your hands tightening. The relief in their eyes is palpable, but so is the residual fear. This experience has shaken them, the thought of losing you too much to bear.

For now, you focus on their presence, the steady rhythm of their breaths, the warmth of their hands. Together, you'll face whatever comes, just as you always have.

The next few days are a whirlwind of tests and adjustments. Shoko works tirelessly, her dedication evident in the way she monitors your progress, tweaking your medication until she finds the right balance. Satoru and Suguru rarely leave your side, their support unwavering.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, there are moments of light. Satoru's playful banter, Suguru's quiet reassurances, and Shoko's sarcastic humour all serve to lift your spirits. It's in these moments you find strength, a reminder that you're not alone in this fight.

One afternoon, as you're resting in the infirmary, Satoru leans over, his usual confident smirk back in place. "You know," he says, "you really gave us a scare."

Suguru nods, his expression more sombre. "We've been through a lot together, but seeing you like that...it was terrifying."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, guilt gnawing at you.

"Hey," Satoru says, cupping your face gently. "None of this is your fault. We're just glad you're okay."

Suguru's hand rests on your shoulder, his touch grounding. "And we're not going anywhere. We'll get through this, just like we always do."

Shoko enters the room then, a clipboard in hand and a rare smile on her face. "Good news," she announces. "We've found a new dosage that should work. With a bit of monitoring, you should be back to your usual self in no time."

The relief in the room is palpable. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders, the future suddenly seeming a little less daunting. With your medication adjusted and your loved ones by your side, you know you can handle whatever comes next.

As the days pass, you gradually regain your strength. The seizures become less frequent, their intensity diminishing. Shoko's meticulous care, combined with the unwavering support of Satoru and Suguru, makes all the difference.

One evening, as the sun sets, casting a golden glow over the room, you find yourself surrounded by your makeshift family. Satoru is lounging beside you, his arm draped casually over your shoulders. Suguru sits nearby, reading a book but glancing up frequently to check on you. Shoko is there too, her presence a reassuring constant.

"We should celebrate," Satoru declares suddenly, his usual exuberance returning. "A toast to our warrior."

You laugh, the sound feeling good after days of tension. "I'm hardly a warrior."

"Are you kidding?" Suguru counters, setting his book aside. "You've faced everything head-on, with more strength than I've ever seen."

Shoko nods, her eyes warm. "They're right. You've been incredible."

Tears prick at your eyes, not from sadness but from the overwhelming love and support surrounding you. "I couldn't have done it without all of you."

"And you'll never have to," Satoru promises, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "We're in this together."

Together. The word feels like a lifeline, anchoring you to the present, to the people who mean the world to you. As you sit there, surrounded by love and warmth, you know that no matter what the future holds, you'll face it with them by your side.

The ordeal has been a stark reminder of the unpredictability of your condition, but it's also shown you the depth of the bond you share with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. With them, you feel invincible, ready to take on whatever comes next.

As the days turn into weeks, you settle into a new routine. The new medication works wonders, your seizures becoming rare and manageable. Shoko continues to monitor you closely, her friendship a constant source of comfort. Satoru and Suguru, ever vigilant, strike a balance between their protective instincts and giving you the space to regain your independence.

One afternoon, as you're lounging in the infirmary, Satoru appears with a mischievous grin. "Guess what I found?"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What?"

He reveals a small, intricately carved box. "A surprise."

Suguru, entering behind him, chuckles. "Is it another one of your pranks, Satoru? You know she'll kill you if there's a bug in there"

"Trust me," Satoru says, handing you the box. "Open it."

You carefully lift the lid, revealing a delicate diamond encrusted bracelet, its charm a small, intricately designed phoenix. "It's beautiful," you breathe, touched by the gesture.

"A phoenix," Satoru explains, his tone uncharacteristically serious. "Symbolizing rebirth, strength, and renewal. Just like you."

Tears well in your eyes as you fasten the bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you," you whisper, looking at each of them in turn. "For everything."

Suguru steps forward, his hand resting over yours. "We'll always be here for you. Through every trial, every challenge."

Shoko, who has been watching with a soft smile, adds, "And we'll face them together."

Together. The word echoes in your mind, a promise and a comfort. No matter what happens, you know you'll never be alone. With Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko by your side, you can face anything. And as you sit there, surrounded by your chosen family, you feel a renewed sense of hope and strength, ready to embrace whatever the future holds.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 12

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on the amazing @discoscoob 's concept & bot!

Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, dubcon/nsfw. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!

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Twelve. 十二

You do not leave his bedroom for two days. 

You fuck, and you sleep, and occasionally he comes up for air long enough to fetch something for the two of you to eat from the kitchen. You don’t know how you’ll ever look Mrs. Wong or any of your other friends on the staff in the eye again. You’re certain they know where you are, if not the exact circumstances in which you are being kept there. 

Mainly, the lock on the door, the key to which is a 6 digit passcode only Donaka Mark knows. You never gave that keypad a single thought, until the first time he activated it while you watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, your body rendered into a lump of despondent limbs and orgasm-melted bones. He is a demanding lover, but a generous one. You still don’t know if you can take comfort in that. He knows how to manipulate people, how to give them what they want to bring them to heel. 

You are taking the opportunity while he is out to clean up in the bathroom, and you look at yourself in the mirror. You almost don’t recognize the reflection of the wild-eyed thing with a mane of bedroom hair. Your body is covered in small bruises, love-bites and imprints just the size of the tips of Donaka’s fingers. Yet these small aches are nothing compared to what you feel inside your body. 

You don’t know how porn stars do it, because that man has wrecked you, and you quickly found out that begging for mercy only encouraged him to give you more. His cock is a weapon of mass destruction, and you would laugh about it if you didn’t think it would hurt. You lean on the sink and take a deep breath, bracing your lower abdomen with your hand. Help, my hot-as-fuck millionaire captor has a huge dick, and other problems no one ever wants to hear about…

“Are you hurt?” 

You jump at the sound of Donaka’s voice in the doorway. You were so absorbed in your self-pity you didn’t even hear him return. You find his tall form darkening the doorway, a frown pulling his severe features.  

“I’m fine,” you answer immediately, remembering what you got from him the last time you complained. 

However, he clearly doesn't believe you.

“You don’t look fine.”

“I’m…sore,” you admit, afraid he’ll use this information to punish you for weakness, pushing your boundaries even farther. 

“Are you bleeding?” He crosses the bathroom in two strides, swiping between your legs like he owns you, inspecting his fingers. Despite all the depraved things you’ve done in the past two days, you still start from his presumptive invasion. 

“No.”

He nods, looking over you with a frown. “Let’s have a warm soak,” he suggests. “It will help you.” He opens the taps on the massive tub, and he could have pushed you over with a feather when he gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead with a tenderness that makes you dizzy. 

He never apologizes. Not then, and not while you are lounging together in the soothing warm water of the tub, your head resting back against his broad shoulder. You nearly fall asleep more than once, and you might have drowned if he didn’t hold you with a long arm wrapped about your waist. You realize it’s the first time in the entirety of knowing this man that you feel secure in his presence. The realization makes you blink with surprise, turning your head to look at him. 

He regards you sleepily with one eye open. “Rest,” he tells you, and even though it’s a command, he delivers it gently. “I’ve got you.”

You’re not sure you understand Donaka any better than when this whole fiasco started, but with an uneasy thrill you realize that you want to. The one and only thing you should want is to run…but in the meantime, maybe you’ll unravel some of the mystery.

You’re just going to have to be patient, the sane part of you reasons. For now, you have to bide your time. Behave so he doesn’t make things worse for you. Eventually, he’ll slip up. He has to. 

Right?

You’re not so sure about anything anymore.

***

When at last you emerge from the warm water he wraps you up in his robe; he smiles for the way his garment utterly engulfs you. It smells intoxicatingly like him, and you think your brain chemistry might be developing a dependency on him like a drug. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his big hand. “I ordered some supper brought to the terrace.” 

You nod, and he kisses your forehead with a tenderness that makes you see stars. He couldn’t have shocked you more, had he slapped you. “Come on.” He pulls on a pair of black lounge pants on the way, apparently unbothered by the cooler evening air on the terrace outside. 

You admit you are grateful when you see dinner is already waiting on the table, and you do not yet have to look Lin or Mei in the eye just yet. 

Donaka surprises you again when he holds your chair for you, sliding you in closer to the table. When he removes the cover from your bowl, you see it is your favorite beef noodle soup that you raved so much about in the entry in your journal on your birthday. “Oh.” You couldn’t imagine better comfort food in that moment, and you look up at him with moist eyes. He touches your cheek again, but says nothing, taking his seat across from you. 

You realize in a way this man knows you better than anyone, because he has read the textbook of your innermost workings. The thought still makes you squirm, though maybe a little less than two days ago. Perhaps because rather than toss you out on your ear after reading your darkest yearnings–he fucked you silly, and seems to have no intention of letting you go.

At first dinner is silent as you tuck in to Mrs. Wong’s excellent cooking. And then…your conversation proceeds almost as though things are normal between you, and this is just a day like any other. To any random onlooker you would appear to be a couple taking sustenance after a marathon session of lovemaking, and Donaka ordered your favorite food made. It’s the sort of thing one does for a mate, not a captive.

For the umpteenth time in the past few days, you feel as though a war is being fought inside you, for your heart, for your soul, and winner take all. You look up to find Donaka is watching you from across the table. When you dare meet his eyes he smirks at you, before popping half a boiled egg in his mouth with his chopsticks. 

That’s when you know that maybe this is a pleasant reprieve, but he is not done with you yet by half.

*** 

He could break you as easily as dropping a teapot on a slate floor. 

He knows all the ways to mix psychology with physical pain to get what one wants. It is a game he relished as a younger man, but he finds he wants something else from you. Is he going soft in his older age? He does not think so, so much as his tastes have simply become more refined. 

He wants a game. 

Any asshole can bend a woman to his will with his brawn. But what he craves is a balance between defiance and obeisance. You are strong, and spirited, and taming your little spats has become one of the highlights of his day. 

He likes your fire. He does not like your little ideas about running away from him. 

He will chase you, but he doesn’t want to. 

Maybe he is getting old. 

He does not think he is capable of love. He never was–except maybe for his sister, a lifetime ago. The act of sacrifice for anyone’s well being but his own is utterly beyond him now. But he cannot deny he feels a certain warmth, when he thinks of you. Something cloying and addictive, that has slowly seeped into his blackened core like poisoned honey. 

Something more than lust. 

Whatever it is, it’s certainly new, and it’s been a while since Donaka Mark has found something that interested him this much. 

He will see how long the fun in this game lasts, and then he will decide what to do with you. 

You look across the table at him with those big eyes that take everything in, so bewildered yet daring to hope. He knows that you’re trying not to, but you are not built that way. It’s almost enough to make him wish he had a heart to give you. After reading your writing, he’s sure you could describe this scene down to the minutest detail later. You would make a good witness. 

Something to be wary of later, perhaps.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine, Drabble #2: Trauma

Authors note: Takes place after Drabble #1, but before Ch 10

Summary: Nat has a hard day after you're called into work on your day off by Tony. And you are reminded of the hurt and pain Bruce inflicted upon your beautiful Omega.

Warnings: talk of past domestic violence/assault, ptsd

Word count: 3776

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   Natasha jolts awake to the sound of your phone ringing and not realizing that it has already awoken her, you quickly toss the covers aside and walk a fair distance away before groggily answering.

   “Hello?.....Okay…..Yeah, I can be there…..See you soon”

   You turn around with the intent to wake your mate and explain what was going on only to find her already starting to sit up with her sleep filled eyes staring at you. You sigh, regretting that your pregnant Omega was now awake so early due to your phone.

   “I’m sorry, my love” you apologize, sitting down on her nest again

   She does her best to steady her heart rate and breathing before speaking, “What- what's going on?”

   “That was Tony. Unfortunately one of the security guards that was scheduled to be in today has had a major family emergency, and I’m the only one that answered his call, so it looks like I’ll be heading into work today”

  “Oh…okay” 

  You immediately pick up on her unease, which was likely due to the fact that you hadn’t had to go into Stark Industries for a full day of work since her pregnancy. And even before that you’d never had to go in on such a short notice, which gave her time to make plans with the likes of: Yelena, Clint, Wanda or Carol.

   “Omega, are you okay?” you ask, worried she’ll be upset at your departure

   “Yes, I just…I’m not used to being alone. I’m sorry.”

   “Hey, it's ok love.” you soothe, cupping her face, “I'm sorry I have to go in, you know I’d rather be here with you. But we can video chat on my lunch break, ok?”

   “Okay, thank you Alpha”

   “Of course” you say with a nod before leaning in to kiss her temple, “Now I need to get ready. I’ll wake you to say goodbye if you fall back asleep”

   “Okay” she answers, though she knows the likelihood of that happening is low as she’ll be too anxious thinking about the possibilities of what she’ll do without you and any friends for the day

   Sure enough, when you get out of your very fast shower ten minutes later she is still wide awake and staring at the ceiling. Your heart aches at the scene, but unfortunately you don’t have the time to dwell on it as you need to get dressed. You head to the closet and get your black suit, white dress shirt and black tie out. You grab a pair of boxers and slide them on before putting the rest of your attire on.

   As you take a seat on the side of your bed to  slide on your shoes she gets up from the nest and makes her way over to sit next to you. She leans her head against your shoulder and lets out a sigh, as she's not quite ready to without your presence. You pause what you're doing and wrap an arm around her waist to hold her even closer. She takes this gesture a step farther by wrapping her arms around your neck as she buries her face against your collarbone.

   Your hold on her tightens a bit as you rub soothing circles into her back, “Do you want me to try calling anyone? That way you don’t have to be alone?”

   She shakes her head, “No, don’t wanna bother anyone. I’ll be ok, I’ll just miss you.”

   “I’ll miss you too, detka(baby)” you assure her, kissing the top of her head

   She kisses your neck in return before pulling away to kiss you properly. She smiles against your lips when she feels your hand reach down to caress her belly, and she wonders if you even realize you do that now. Maybe it’s something you do due to a subconscious protective instinct, or maybe you actively do it as a form of comfort for the both of you. Whatever the cause, she enjoys the extra bit of affection.

   “I love you” 

   “I love you too, Y/n” she responds, tightening her hold on you for a bit before finally letting go, “Drive safe”

   “I will. Try and head back to bed for a bit, okay? It's still early”

   She nods and watches you head out of the bedroom before she climbs back into her nest. She waits to hear the door that leads to the garage close before allowing herself to curl up under the covers once more. She's unsure how much rest she’ll manage to get without you beside her, but the knowledge that the sun hasn’t even begun to peak over the horizon tells her that she at least needs to try.

   At some point she had been able to drift back asleep, as she's now awoken to see the sunlight spilling through the gaps in the blinds accompanied by the gentle coos of her pup coming through the monitor.

   Gently rubbing the swell of her belly she speaks softly to her unborn pup, “We better get up, your brother must be hungry”

   She lazily stretches before getting out of her nest to head up to Dimas room. But as she starts to walk up the stairs, she becomes aware of the familiar feeling of anxiety bubbling in her chest. She feels a bit silly, because there wasn’t a reason for it. This is her home, and she was safe here, as are her pups. And she's a grown Omega, therefore she's capable of being without her Alpha for a few hours. Besides, Bruce didn’t want pups to raise them, but as a form of control so she was usually left to her own devices anyway. So what was the difference? She's used to this, she’ll be fine.

   As she enters her pups room a soft smile takes over her features and his excited noises momentarily take her mind off of her anxious thoughts. She heads over to his nest and picks him up and places a kiss on one of his chubby little cheeks as takes him over to his changing table.

   “Good morning malen'kiy(little one)” she coos as she undresses him and begins to change his diaper, “Mama had to work, so it’s just the two of us today”

   A soft little meow from the doorway reminds Nat that her statement is actually wrong, and she looks over apologetically to the kitten that is strutting into the room

   “Sorry Liho. It's the three of us”

    After changing her pups diaper and putting him in a suitable outfit, she takes him downstairs for breakfast. She doesn't plan on making anything too extravagant, just some scrambled eggs with ham chunks for Dima and an omelet for herself. 

   Normally when cooking she lets him play in the living room, in his bouncer or playpen while the tv plays one of his shows. But today, for some strange reason, she just doesn’t feel good about that. So instead she sets him up in his highchair at the table instead and sets up her phone so he can watch something while she cooks.

   After she's fed him, and herself, she heads into the living room where she settles down on the sofa. She scrolls through the guide until she finds a show to watch and then she leans back and allows her boy to suckle. Once he's gotten his fill of her milk she sets him down in his playpen with a few of his toys with the intent to let herself relax, but she just can’t seem to. 

   She feels a bit restless, and there's a nagging in the back of her mind that just keeps repeating that she needs to keep an eye on Dima. So, being one to not ignore any of her instincts, she listens. She settles down on the floor next to the pups playpen to ensure she's within arms reach should anything occur, and she allows her show to become mere background noise as she starts to play with him.

   After a while Dimas interest shifts from playing with his toys to the tv, so Nat reluctantly stands and moves back over to the couch to grab the remote. She switches the channel to some cartoons for him, not like she’d been paying attention to what she’d put on for herself anyway, and decides to try and relax a bit. She's not usually so on guard, and she's wondering if it might be something new her pregnancy hormones have brought on. She knows its normal to be more protective and possessive while with pup, but-  THUMP

   Her head immediately swivels in the direction of the sudden noise, and she's almost certain she can feel her heart beating through her ribcage. She waits a moment, straining her ears to pick up any other sounds that could be perceived as out of the norm, but she doesn’t hear anything more. She quickly grabs her phone and opens up Carol's contact before she rises to her feet and quietly makes her way in the direction she believes the noise came from.

   When she gets closer to your home office she spots the perpetrator, Liho, who is perched atop your large bookshelf. Undoubtedly it hitting the wall as she jumped up there is what caused the earlier sound. But this fact does little to calm the Omega. Her pulse is still racing as she turns to head back to the living room, and when she realizes she can no longer hear her pup from her current location, she practically sprints back.

  She pockets her phone and rushes to him, carefully picking him up to assess him. He smiles wide and excitedly kicks his feet upon seeing his Mama, and she lets out a sigh of relief. She keeps him in her arms as she sits back down on the sofa, and tries her best to become calm again. Or at least, as calm as she had been before Liho made her mind and heart race.

   He’s okay. She internally assures herself, cupping his chubby little cheek in her hand. She then moves that same hand to her bump and gently caresses it. We’re okay. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to help herself calm down and after a while it seems to have worked. True she's still on edge, but the feeling of dread is back to the level it had been earlier when she awoke.

    Despite having to take care of and entertain Dima, the next few hours had gone by incredibly slowly for your mate. She's sure this had to do with how much she missed your presence along with the anxiety that's still simmering in the back of her brain, and she finds herself wishing that you’d only had to work half a day today. Still, she's at least thankful that you’ll be able to call her on your lunch break. Which should be any second now.

   As if on queue her phone rings and the quickly mutes the tv before answering, “Hi, my love”

   “Hi detka(baby)” you greet, smiling as her face takes up your phone screen, you missed her more than you expected to. But you had a feeling she was feeling the same, “Everything going alright at home?”

   She had debated on telling you the truth of how poorly she was handling her anxiety today, but as soon as she saw your face on her screen she decided against it. She could already see you were stressed, the furrow between your brows and the tightness of the muscles in your neck showed her that much. And the last thing she wanted to do was add to that by causing you to worry about her.

   “Lihos been a bit mischievous today, but were doing good”

   “I’m glad to hear that” you admit, and Natasha watches as your shoulders relax, in turn causing her to relax a bit. “You had something for breakfast, right?”

   She nods, “Yes, of course. I made an omelet for myself while I mad Dimas eggs and ham”

   “Good. You'll be happy to know that I grabbed myself a breakfast sandwich from the corner bakery on the way into work”

   She smiles, knowing how hard it was for you to remember to eat something when you were up so early, “Did you get sausage or bacon on it?”

   “Both” you answer, causing her to chuckle, “Any plans for lunch?”

   She's about to respond, but she is cut off by a rather incessant knocking that she can only assume is coming from your office door. Your jaw tightens as you look over in the direction of your door and she can clearly tell this interruption has frustrated you.

   “One second love” you tell her, setting the phone down to go and deal with whoever it was. She can’t help but fidget while you're away, her mind busy with thoughts of how to help soothe you once you return home to her. She's so lost in these thoughts that you had to call her name a few times to regain your attention.

   “Are you sure you're alright, my Omega?” you ask, a hint of worry evident in your tone

   She swallows the lump of truth in her throat that's threatening to surface, “Yes Alpha, just got distracted checking on Dima, that's all.”

   You nod, “Well, thankfully that was just Happy with my lunch. Tony ordered me my favorite since I had to come in today”

   “That was nice of him” she says, glad that you could at least enjoy that if nothing else today

  “Mhm” you agree, unwrapping your sandwich, “What will you two be having?”

  “I haven’t decided yet” she answers. Because truthfully shed been too excited to hear from you on your break to focus on anything else lunch related

   You smile at that, causing her to look at you quizzically, “Well, good. Because I ordered the two of you something. It should be there by the time we have to hang up”

   “Y/n, you didn’t have to do that”

   You wave her off, “Nat, baby, your at home taking care of our pup while with pup. The least I could do is provide you both with a meal so you don’t have to cook. Besides, Tony offered to buy”

   She smiles at both your bosses generosity and yours, “Well thank you Alpha, and be sure to thank Tony for me too”

   “I will. Now I should go so I don’t have to inhale everything before I’m back on shift” you joke, but she can tell by the slight downturn of your lips that you didn’t truly want to go

   “Alright, I love you”

  “I love you too, Natty.” you respond, blowing her a kiss in order to see her smile again, “I’ll see you in a few hours”

   She lets out a sigh after hanging up with you. In her current headspace, a few hours was likely to feel more like an eternity. But at least she didn’t have to worry about lunch now. And true to your word, a knock sounds at the door then. She answers it and retrieves the food, setting it at the table before bringing Dima into the dining room too. She opens the bags to find its all from her favorite Italian place and that you had gotten her several different dishes to ensure that she could have a bit of everything now and still have some for later cravings. If this didn’t improve her mood she didn’t know what would.

    You sigh as you finally pull into the driveway, a bit more tired than usual due to last night's troublesome sleep and the emergency shift that you’d been called into this morning. It definitely took a toll on you that no cups of coffee had been able to fix, and you couldn’t wait to just get inside to see your pup and Omega. 

   You stretch after getting out of the car and then make your way into the house, doing your best to not trip over Liho as she excitedly circles your feet. You bend down to pet her a few times before gently shooing her further into the house. You were happy to see her, but you really wanted to see your Omega. And Dima too of course. 

   When you enter the kitchen, you see her. Her back is to you as she stands at the sink, apparently doing a few dishes while Dima sits in his bouncer that's been moved to the dining room so she can still keep an eye on him. Now that you're here with them again, you can finally feel yourself relax. Knowing they had been alone here today had your protective instincts going into overdrive at work. You’d nearly pelted the Beta that got too close to Pepper and Morgan as he walked past you all in the hallway, and they weren’t even yours

   “God I missed you” you breathe out, cutting through the peaceful silence with an innocent declaration of affection you hope will warm your mates heart

   But instead you only succeed in startling her. You watch her body jolt as she spins around to face you, sending the mug that had been in her hands spiraling down to the tile floor below. The sound of it shattering has her eyes widening even more than they had been and this was her anxieties final straw. She couldn’t upset you, she just couldn’t. You’d had such a long day full of stress and you had still managed to care for her and Dima. And here she was greeting you by causing a scene and a mess. She couldn’t bear it if you looked at her in disappointment, or worse if you verbally told her of your disdain for her actions. She had to make this right. 

   You feel immediate guilt wash over you upon realizing just how badly you must have startled her to cause such a reaction, but before you can even begin to apologize, and to your abject horror she immediately drops down to her knees in front of the debris 

   “Natasha!” 

   “I’m sorry Alpha, I’m so sorry!” she apologizes, not realizing you had been shouting because she was now picking the broken pieces up with her hands and not because she broke it in the first place, “Please don’t be mad!”

   Her pleading has your heart aching in you chest, and you try your best to approach her in a way that doesn’t further trigger her, “Omega- ”

   “Please!” she stresses, bottom lip trembling, “It was an accident, I promise it won’t happen again!”

   You kneel beside her and grab her wrists, forcing her to drop the broken pieces that are now stained with blood from fresh cuts that litter her hands. She prepares herself to be berated, but instead is met with your warm embrace as you pull her against you.

   “I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Alpha. I'm sorry”

   “Shhh, it's alright Natty. It was an accident. I'm not mad. You're not in trouble” you assure her, nuzzling into her scent gland

   “I- I’m not?”

   Her confusion pains you, and in that moment you want nothing more than to roast Bruce over a pit of hot coals, “No baby, you're not. You're not in trouble. You're safe here, remember?”

   Her brain finally begins to clear, and a guttural sob leaves her as she realizes the truth in your words. You weren’t like Bruce, and you never would be. You were Y/n, her amazingly kind Alpha.

   “I’m sorry” she whimpers, turning to bury her face against your chest “I didn’t mean to react like you were him. I know you're not. I know”

   You hold her even tighter, “It’s okay Omega. Sometimes, you can’t help these things. Certain things are going to cause this type of reaction, and though it saddens me to see you like this, I will never take it personally”

   You continue to hold her as she cries, offering her nothing but soothing touches and gentle words. Once she seems to have calmed down, you stand with her, and look over to see that despite everything Dima is still happy to be playing in his bouncer. Content with this you scoop your Omega up in your arms and carefully place her on the counter next to the sink.

  She watches as you turn on the water, letting it get warm as you find the bandages and antibacterial cream you keep out here in case of emergencies. You reach a finger in to feel the water, and content with it you take her hands in yours and help her clean the wounds. Satisfied with how they look now you apply a bit of cream to each of them before placing a bandaid over them and then you gently kiss her hands before helping her down

   “Go get comfortable in the living room baby. I’ll sweep this up and bring Dima in”

   She looks at you, guilt still evident on her features, “But- ” 

   “No buts” you tell her, leaning in to place a soft kiss against her lips, “Go on now, I’ll only be a moment”

   “Okay”

   Sure enough, it hadn’t taken you long at all and she smiled as you and her pup entered the room. You kiss his cheeks a few times before placing him down in his playpen and then you sit down next to your mate.

  “Come here” you mumble as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her into your lap

   She practically melts into your embrace as your scent surrounds her, bringing her an easy sense of comfort and security, allowing her to finally begin to truly feel at ease. You place gentle kisses against her collarbone and cheek as you hold her, 

   “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was having a hard day. I just knew you were too, and I didn’t want to make things worse for you”

   “You could never make things worse for me, Omega” you tell her, cupping her face gently, “I’m just sorry I wasn’t here today to help you through it.”

   She shakes her head, “You were when I needed you most, and you took care of me. Thank you, Alpha”

   “I’ll always take care of you, you don’t ever have to thank me for that”

   “I know I don’t have to” she admits, nuzzling against your chest, “But you deserve to know how grateful I am for everything you do. I love you, Y/n.”

   “I love you too, Natty” you reply, squeezing her affectionately before moving one of your hands to her stomach, “Everything gonna be okay”

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[ofstardustanddreaming]

the art of dating

preference summary: what dating them is like.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: astarion, gale, wyll, halsin

gender neutral reader

anon request

Astarion: Dating Astarion means that you'll work through some struggles initially. There's passion in the way you date, in how Astarion acts around you. But you both have to get to the heart of what troubles you both, having to be able to bare yourselves in an emotionally intimate way to the other in order to gain trust from the other. The initial passion that had you both infatuated with each other eventually turned into a more sweetened passion, where dating each other feels better cemented in a deep understanding and trust around each other. Astarion tends to prefer dates in the evening, loving to take walks, wherever the night took you. He keeps his biting tease as well, no matter how far into the relationship you are.

Gale: Gale definitely falls into the category "one fell first, the other fell harder", where you fell first, and he fell harder. It's an easy, passionate love, where you're like puzzle pieces that fit together. Dating Gale means flowers before each designated date, it means pulling you in by your waist for sweet kisses. He subconsciously does activities that make your life easier as well, such as using magic to help start camp activities or starting to set up your tent first as you tend to something that takes your attention away from you. Dating each other is an easy comfort that comes naturally to the two of you, it's homely. He makes sure you know you're loved by him no matter the moment, always taking the moment to tell you he loves you.

Wyll: Wyll is someone who would try to make the world move if it's what would make you happy. Dating Wyll means a devotion to each other, a bond that's hard to break. Wyll also loves to do your hair, finding it to be a relaxing activity at the end of a hard day. He loves to see you destressing through his touch, finding it to be a romantic time for you both to talk with each other as well, strengthening the bond. He's someone who loves doing cute, romantic date ideas, such as making flower crowns at a picnic. He loves showing off your flower jewelry. Loving each other is so natural, it's like breathing air. It's automatic. You balanced each other in a way that others hoped to replicate, the love for each other strong in your eyes.

Halsin: Dating Halsin feels like home, he's always pulling you in for a familiar, warm hug whenever you've been apart, no matter how long apart you've been. He loves when you run your hands through his hair, finding it soothing. (He does tend to love it more though when he's in bear form, managing to get the itch really well.) You both find activities to do together to find peace in each other's presence. Halsin finds comfort in any situation with you, whether it's silence or communication, which makes any of the things you do together okay with him. His personal favorite though is when you play with his hair, and occasionally putting his hair up with the finishing flowers threaded through.

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Cuddles [Alpha!Loki / Omega!Reader]

Summary: Loki is surprised that you ask him for cuddles

Ko-fi | Masterlist | Word count: 0.9k

Author’s note: This is pure fluff

Cuddles

Loki has retired to the reading corner of the tower's library. It’s a slow day and he is minding his own business. People rarely linger in the library and that is one of the reasons why he likes this place.

So he is somewhat irritated when he notices a presence right next to the couch that won’t leave even after several minutes of ignoring. He looks up and over the top edge of his book.

You stand there watching him patiently with a blanket wrapped around you. When you see that you have his attention, you ask, “Uhm… are you open for cuddles?” Your voice is quiet, almost unsure. No wonder, since it’s the first time ever you’ve asked the alpha for this. Sure, you two are friendly with each other and as one of the few omegas of the team you’re probably closer to him than the others – except for his brother of course.

But fact is, Loki is a very private person and you respect that. So even to say that the both of you are friends may be a stretch. And you have never been touchy with him before. Until now…

Loki is certain that he misheard. Or maybe you think nobody else is available. Surely, you would prefer someone else! Therefore he helps you out by pointing out, “Rogers is upstairs watching a movie with the birdman.”

You just blink at him, not sure why he tells you this. “I know…?”

“… so, you don’t want to ask them?”

“I… no, I…” Suddenly uncertainty floods the air, while you take a step back. You feel rejected and decide to retreat, so you duck your head and mumble an apology. “Sorry, I’ll just go and-”

“No, wait,” Loki interrupts you, sitting up to reach out to you and stop you from leaving. He’s not used to being sought out for anything besides missions and the occasional polite invite for group activities.

But apparently you did know you have options and chose to come to him anyway. It is a surprise to him but not an unpleasant one.

You halfway turn you head back to him, ready to leave quickly at any point. Normally, you're very confident, but the few days before your heat have you always feel vulnerable, and asking the Asgardian out was out of your comfort zone. But you craved a calm presence like his. So you are waiting for his words.

Loki waits until you make eye contact. “I’m not opposed to cuddles if you want them.”

You scrunch your nose. While it’s not a rejection, you don't like the answer. “It’s okay to say ‘no’,” you tell him, a bit of your displeasure creeping into your voice. You’re annoyed about your own temper. “I don’t want to be in your way.”

“You won’t,” Loki reassures you with more emphasis and adds a soothing scent. “In fact I insist you stay here.” He pats on the cushion next to him on the couch.

Wary you glance from Loki to the space next to him and then right back to him. He seems honest enough, even though he is the god of lies. In the end the craving that brought you here in the first place wins and you tiptoe to him. The Asgardian lies back down and you arrange your body at his side.

Loki waits until you settle down, before raising his book to go back reading.

Cuddled to his side, you’re careful to still give him space which means that you keep your arms and legs carefully tucked close.

A few minutes go by but you’re not yet fully happy about it and you start wiggling and rearranging your blanket. You feel restless, readjusting several times and trying the new position for a few seconds before discarding it and turning again.

Loki lets you do your thing for a few minutes before he decides to step in. He puts his arm around you and pulls you even closer to him.

You inhale his scent that reminds you of fresh mint, parchment and maybe something else you can’t name yet. Closing your eyes you relax instantly. It also makes you stop fussing around and humming content.

You mumble into the fabric of Loki’s shirt, “Want some of my blanket?”

This time Loki does not hesitate to agree. He is proud that you consider him trustworthy enough to share something from your nest with him. “Yes, absolutely.”

Since his arm is still around you and he holds his book in his other one, he waits until you have arranged your blanket over him. His legs are too long and not completely covered, but he doesn't mind.

You’re completely happy to be surrounded by a mixture of his and your own scent. It’s perfect. Placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes drift to the book in his hands. It looks old and out of place with the almost parchment-like pages. You have never seen something like it before.

“What are you reading?”

“These are fairy tales from Vanaheim.”

That would explain it.

“Can you read it to me?” you ask him.

Loki paused. He is reluctant to turn down your request. “It’s not written in all-speak unfortunately. I’m not sure if I can translate it on the fly.”

“That’s fine. I just like hearing your voice.” You get a sniff of pleased alpha even though Loki tries not to show it too much. He starts reading out loud instead.

It’s a language you have never heard before, but it sounds pleasant. Although you’re pretty sure he could say anything and you would like the sound of it.

You close your eyes and concentrate on the alpha’s voice that you feel vibrating in his chest. You didn’t plan on falling asleep but you can’t help it. Slowly, your mind drifts off, purring happily.

You’re sure you only imagined the kiss gently pressed on top of your hair.

[chaos-bites]

🐍 Subtle Jormungandr Worship 🌍

Own a map or world globe; can even be a world from a game or something, if you want

Support environmental or ocean preservation organizations

Clean up any local bodies of water or beaches

Clean up your local neighborhood or just pick up litter in general

Have a snake stuffed animal; I think he'd enjoy any animal, though, since he encircles the earth, especially sea animals

Have snake, globe, or ocean imagery around

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

If you own a reptile, take care of/play with them

Start a personal routine of some kind; skin care, body care, before bedtime, morning, etc.

Be gentle with yourself; learn to forgive your past mistakes

Make a list of your personal strengths and all the difficult situations you got through; take a moment to recognize and honor your strength

Embrace change; take new risks, and try new hobbies/skills

Engage with childhood media/toys; honor the child within you

Volunteer at animal shelters

Start a garden; tend to plants

Explore nature (safely!!!); visit a nature preserve or go on a nature walk/hike

Engage with peaceful activities and things that help you ground, such as drawing, painting, or crocheting

Sit outside in nature for a while; meditate there; find peace within your natural surroundings

Collect cool rocks, crystals, or gemstones

Study your local flora and fauna

Help to rid your area of invasive plants (safely!!!)

Watch nature and ocean documentaries

Practice mindfulness; ground yourself often

Take care of yourself physically

Practice lots of self-care; be kind to your body

Cook yourself a meal, especially comfort food

Drink something soothing, especially herbal tea

Eat any vegetables, herbs, or fruits you've grown or that a local farmer has grown

Fall asleep/meditate to the sounds of the ocean

Go swimming or dip your feet in a body of water; ocean, lake, river, etc.

Leave a glass of salt water on your windowsill; pour it out at the end of every day (do so safely; some plants react badly to salt water)

Take care of your space; make sure your space is one that you feel comfortable in

Take time to yourself everyday to decompress; be comfortable within your own presence

Practice setting healthy boundaries with others; some boundaries need not be spoken

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I may add to this later on! For the time being, this is my list of discreet ways to worship Jormungandr. I hope this helps someone, and take care! 💚

Link to my Subtle Worship Master list