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holdmytesseract · 4 months ago

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hi friend! 👋

I have a cute and fluffy request for the Baby Fever AU! 💕Narfi's first steps, Loki and Ella are out on a daddy-daughter date (you can choose where they're going) while Narfi and reader are at home together.

While reader has her attention on other tasks, little Narfi takes his first steps towards reader. When Loki and Ella returns home, reader surprises them with Narfi walking towards them 🥹💚

Growing Up

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Narfi & Ella

Summary: Narfi takes his first steps, causing you and Loki to realise that he's not so tiny anymore...

Warnings: fluff, fluff and even more fluff!

Word Count: 1,7k

a/n: I know it took me quite some time, friend, and I'm truly sorry for it. 🥺 Also, I really hope that you like it and that I did your request justice. Thank you again for the amazing moodboards you made for me, @chennqingg ! 💖

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Today felt like a pretty normal Thursday to you. Getting up at seven in the morning, making sure Ella got ready for school, while Loki prepared breakfast - bless him - and of course actually dropping your daughter off at school. Since you had 'Ella duty' this week, your husband tended to little Narfi and got the very young man dressed, fed and ready for the day. Sometimes, it was pretty chaotic and quite hectic. Especially on the days you were working as well - not full-time, though. You were still in maternity leave, but Nick allowed you to work two or even three days a week, if you needed a change of scenery or just a break. Just like today. Sure, Loki had to return to being an Avenger as well, but you always made it work. Besides, the others were happy to jump in as a babysitter as well.

After dropping Ella off at school, you drove straight to the SHIELD headquarters for work, leaving Narfi with Loki, who'd leave your son with auntie Nat for the rest of the morning, because Steve hated it, when Loki missed out the important briefings which concerned his 'development' as a resident of planet earth. Or in other words: Making sure he still behaved, didn't relapse and was a 'hero' and not a threat to humanity. In your eyes, it was ridiculous that he still had to 'prove himself' after all those years... After getting married and starting a family... After everything he had done for the Avengers, America and the whole world. But well... Who were you to speak up and change things? It was how it was.

Seven hours of going through reports and sorting files, you clocked out of work. Yes, it wasn't much you were doing, but it was something. Better than just staying at home. You loved being a mom, but sometimes you needed to see something different - and you were more than happy to rejoin your friends in hopefully near future and slip back inside your Avenger combat suit.

Instead of driving to school to pick up Ella, you drove back home. Loki had already done that; taking his princess out for a daddy-daughter date to the indoor swimming pool.

Arrived at the Avengers compound, you didn't even bother to drop your stuff first; instead heading immediately for Natasha's. Your motherly instincts were literally screaming at you by now to go see your baby son. So, you did.

Your best friend opened the door to her apartment for you with a huge smile and little Narfi on her arms; dressed in his white sweatpants and matching jumper. He looked like a baby smurf - which was probably one of the cutest things you had ever seen and would get certainly never tired of seeing again. "Mama!" Narfi squeaked happily from behind his pacifier as soon as his beautiful ruby eyes registered you; impatiently squirming in his auntie's arms. "Hiii, baby boy!" You smiled brightly and immediately took him into your arms. His adorable giggle urged to your ears; causing you to smooch his little cheek with kisses, and once you had thoroughly greeted your son, you turned your attention to the Black Widow leaning now against the door frame still with that smile on her lips.

"Hey, Nat." You shuffled closer to hug her, what the Russian beauty instantly reciprocated. "Hey, babes." "Thank you for looking after this little guy here," you said; pulling back from the hug and gently bouncing Narfi on your arm. Natasha shook her head. "No need to thank me. I love playing the cool auntie part." "I'll keep that in mind," you winked, causing your fellow Avenger to giggle.

"Alright. We'll be going then. Gotta do some chores... See you around, Nat." "Sure thing, babes."

You looked down at Narfi, who had snuggled against you; head buried in your neck. "Say bye bye to auntie Nat, Narfi." "Bye bye," babbled the little boy in a sweet, quiet voice; clearly on the verge of dozing off. Natasha smiled and waved at Narfi, "Bye bye, маленький смурф." who instantly lifted a small hand to wave back. Smiling and bidding your goodbye to the Black Widow as well, you pressed a kiss against your son's forehead and ran a hand through his black locks.

Back in the apartment, you put the toddler down for a nap on his beloved floor cushion - which he mostly preferred for a nap, instead of his bed. Now that your son was sleeping peacefully across the living room, you had the time to do some chores. On today's programme: folding laundry. So, you spread out on the sofa, switched on the TV - but kept the volume down, of course, and got to work.

From your position, you had the perfect view on Narfi as well; having an eye on him from time time. Unfortunately, that didn't always keep him from escaping your watchful gaze. Just like Ella, was he his father's child... Sneaky and definitely a tiny mischief maker. Not quite as much as his big sister, but nevertheless...

You could swear that you only didn't look at him for five minutes - and suddenly was the floor pillow empty.

Shit.

"Narfi?" You called through the living room; letting your eyes wander and already moved to stand up. He wasn't in this room anymore. You sighed and shook your head with a small smile. "Little rascal..." You mumbled under your breath and crossed the living room; aiming for the hallway.

The good thing was, that Narfi couldn't get far; not having learned how to walk just yet. The emphasis was on the word 'yet'.

You rounded the corner into the hallway, "Narfi?" and found your son standing - hands free - beside the clothes basket, which he had clearly used to pull himself on his feet. At the sound of his mama's voice, the toddler turned his head - which caused him to immediately lose balance and land on his small bum.

Your eyes widened. Was he about to take his first steps and you 'interrupted' him? "Baby, were you about to take your first step?" Narfi was already pulling himself up again; using the clothes basket as a help like before. A sweet huff left his small lips once he made it on his small feet; causing you to stifle a giggle.

"Try again, baby smurf, come on." Narfi turned on slightly wobbly legs towards you; hand gripping the basket for dear life. "Mama!" You smiled and walked quite a few steps closer, before you squatted down and opened your arms. "Yes, c'mere! Come to mama!" You tried to encourage Narfi; a bright smile on your lips.

The smile got even wider, when your son suddenly let go of his support - and took a very wobbly, unsteady step towards you. With you mouth agape, you giggled. "Yes! You did it, baby! C'mon! One more?" Your happiness infected Narfi and he smiled a bright, toothy smile. Giggling, he made another two fast and wobbly steps, before he lost his balance and more or less stumbled into your arms. You reached out and caught him, before he could hit the floor; sweeping him up in a hug.

"Yay!" You cheered and peppered his cerulean, chubby cheeks with kisses. "Mama is sooo proud of you, Narfi." The little boy just cooed and gurgled happily.

An idea crossed your mind.

"Let's surprise daddy and your big sister when they come home, huh? They'll be so happy to see you walk." Your toddler's eyes widened at your suggestion. "Supise dada lala?" Narfi couldn't say Ella yet, so he settled on 'Lala' - it was the cutest thing ever. You giggled; nodding. "Yes, baby smurf. Come on."

The laundry was long forgotten; deciding to play with Narfi instead and helping him practising to walk.

After a very successful daddy-daughter date at the indoor swimming pool, Loki and Ella returned back home in the evening to the Avengers compound. The little girl's hand was neatly tucked into her father's bigger one as they exited the elevator. Ella was definitely tired and worn out - just like it should be after such a day. That was most probably the reason why Loki was carrying not just his duffle bag in his free hand, but also Ella's pink Disney princesses rucksack on his back.

Together, they stepped down the hallway and into your family's apartment. "Darling?" Loki called out; taking off his shoes and helping his tired daughter to get out of her jacket. "Mommy? We're back!"

The pair heard a small voice along some shuffling, before you rounded the corner into the entrance area with Narfi walking in front of you; yet gripping tightly onto your pointer fingers. "Hey, you two," you greeted them happily. "The baby smurf and I have to show you something." Proudly, you let go of your son's small hands - and let him walk a few small, still wobbly step. Before he could topple over, you grabbed him quickly around his middle; holding him steady.

Both, Loki's and Ella's jaws were on the floor; not having anticipated this. Sure, Narfi had tried to walk now for days - probably weeks, but it looked like he needed some more time to learn... Apparently not.

"He is walking now!" A not-so tired anymore Ella squeaked and crawled forwards and clumsily, but lovingly hugged her little brother - who didn't quite understand why everyone was making such a big fuss. He just squeaked along happily.

Loki met your gaze; his beautiful blues shining with a few tears. "Darling, he... Our son is walking..." He whispered; visibly touched, but you heard him anyways. Ella was already helping Narfi back on his little feet; his hands in hers tightly as she helped him walk down the hallway. It gave you the opportunity to step over to your husband. With a smile, you slung your arms around his middle; invading his space. "I know, babe, I know." Loki laughed softly and tried to blink back the tears as he wrapped you up in a hug; strong arms keeping you locked against his tall, defined body.

"We have to watch out now, babe. Soon, he'll start to run," you stated with a giggle, causing Loki to shake his head. "By the Norns, please not. He's already growing up too fast..." You sighed; knew exactly how he felt - and he was right. You rested your head against his chest, giving your husband the opportunity to press a kiss on top of your head. "Mhm... Growing up too fast, just like Ella." You felt the god's chest vibrate with a hum. "Just like Ella..."

маленький смурф - little smurf

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forslimslime · 1 month ago

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Feeling Groovy Like a Drive-in Movie

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader Meet Cute, Friends to Lovers || 1k words

you're new in town, looking for new things to do on a friday night

you see an ad for a local drive-in theater and decide to check it out

the lot is pretty much empty except for a few families, one couple already making out, and some rowdy teenagers

heading to the snack bar, the cute employee behind the register has fluffy brown hair, sleek blue glasses, and a bright smile

his nametag says 'Charlie'

you flash Charlie a smile, "can i get a large popcorn and a blue raspberry slushy please?"

"i'm sorry, ma'am. the slushy machine is broken, the repairman is supposed to come next week," he says apologetically while filling a large bucket with popcorn.

"what a bummer, was really looking forward to it."

"sorry again, ma'am. how about a twix on the house for the trouble," he says with a lopsided grin.

"oh, you're too sweet," you say as you take the popcorn and the candybar, sliding a $10 bill across and turning back to your car

"wait, ma'am! your change!" charlie shouts after you

"your tip!" you say over your shoulder with a wink, "and for the twix!"

after the movie, you wave bye to charlie as you drive out the parking lot

...

you're back again the following week to watch the new D&D movie

you make your way to the snack shack

charlie spots you and grins

"hey again! are you here to watch the Dungeons and Dragons movie? unless you're here to watch the Paw Patrol movie -- no judgement! -- that's on screen 2 on the other side."

you chuckle, "as cool as Paw Patrol sounds, i'm here to watch the new D&D movie."

"awesome, awesome... do you play?" Charlies asks

you debate how you should answer... what if he thinks you're a total geek?? "yeah, i played a lot in college and that's how i met most of my friends"

he looks at you like you hung the moon, "that's so cool, i play too!"

you smile back about to continue the conversationg when the wide white screen in front of the lot flashes the intro credits of the movie

"so i'll get a large popcorn and a blue raspberry slushy please"

“yup, right away! actually…” Charlie paused, “the slushy might be a minute but I can bring it to your car. the black toyota camry, right?”

you smile, "yeah. i didn’t realize they did delivery here. will you be on rollerskates, too?” you joke

"oh god, no. i don’t think my uncoordinated body could handle wheels on my feet.” charlie hands you the popcorn bucket and holds his hand out for the cash which you place in his palm.

say thanks and head back to your car

20 minutes later, you're shoveling popcorn into your mouth when you hear a knock at your window

you roll it down to see Charlie holding your slushy up

you squint in the dark and see that his arms are splotched with blue syrup, his hair is matted down on one side, and the front of his uniform is stained in more blue.

"your slushy, ma'am" he says with an exasperated smile. he's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in quick beats

you accept the sticky cup and the straw

"oh my gosh what happened? did you lose a fight to a smurf?" you giggle

Charlie scratched the back of his head then grimaced at the sticky nature of his hair

"ha... no... i, uh, the repairman never came by today and i would hate for you to not get your long awaited slushy.”

your heart flutters

"thanks for going through the trouble, Charlie"

he gives a thumbs up and an awkward smile then heads back to the concessions stand, leaving a blue raspberry scent.

...

the next week you're back despite not really caring for the current movie showings

you only wanted to see a certain employee

you deflate when you see a different person at the concessions stand, a teenage girl scrolling through her phone barely offering you a glance when you walk up to the counter

you get your large popcorn and blue slushy

they're playing some new romcom, or maybe it's an action film... whatever, you're half-watching it. staying just so you don't waste the $15 you spent on the ticket

15 minutes into the movie, a car pulls up in the spot next to you on your left

you roll your eyes, the lot's so empty and there are 20 spaces that person could've chosen

you're about to turn the ignition and pull into another parking spot when you catch Charlie in the driver's seat of the car waving at you through the passenger window

you smile and roll down your window

he does the same, "hey, funny seeing you here"

"i was getting worried that you got sucked into the slushy machine" you joke and he laughs

he points to the movie screen showing the main characters having their meet-cute in the coffeeshop "what did i miss?"

you wave your hand, "oh, uh, a girl moved from the big city to a small town in Wyoming? or i think she relocated to Texas for work..." you sigh, "honestly, i have not been paying attention"

charlie smiles at you

"well, if you're bored of the movie... would you like to do something else?"

you pause, waiting for him to say more. is he about to ask you out???

red creeps up his neck and his eyes flitter everywhere except yours, "how about dinner? there's a new thai restaurant down the road."

you look at him with wide eyes, "like... a date? together?"

please say yes

"well..." he looks like he's about to combust "yes. yeah. a date."

he finally meets your eyes and looks at you expectantly

"i would love to."

he grins and lets go of the breath he wasn't aware he was holding

"great, awesome, cool cool cool cool cool. just, uh, follow me"

he turns the ignition and slowly drives toward the exit and you follow suit

trailing behind his car down the street, you catch a faint "YES!" followed by the silhouette of Charlie fist pumping

...

you and Charlie's second date is at the drive-in theater in his car

you guys just make out in the backseat the entire time

A/N: thanks for reading my first... whatever you call this. blurb? headcannons? i was torturing myself trying to write this out as a full narrative fanfic but decided that bullet points were better than nothing haha.

Long time lurker turned poster lol

Feel free to send me any requests for Slimecicle and JSchlatt :) I'll try my best.

#slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #fluff #slimecicle fanfiction #slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle x you #fss-original

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tanunigans · 1 year ago

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Fluffy isn't too sure about this other little blue one....

But she smells nice.

@your-local-uwu-artist couldn't resist doodling-

#tanu art #smurfs #smurf #the smurfs #les schtroumpfs #smurf oc #smurfs oc #people's oc #fluffy smurf #sometimes I randomly remember that fluffy used to be a rabbit and does rabbit stuff #he may as well rub his chin on other smurfs to leave his scent on them #anyway it's late as heck and I couldn't resist-#the last one is clearly a very quick doodle for fun

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thedarkqueen14 · 12 days ago

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The girls in our modern AU!!! Made by me and my partner in crime, @fluffypigeonsandowls !!!

The girls' village was stuck behind the wall for many many decades until it was found by team Smurf. When they moved to their new location,they had to learn so much about the technology that changed throughout the years and stuff,it's a huge change. But they're getting itttt

#the smurfs #smurfs #smurfs au #smurfstorm #smurfblossom #smurflily #azazel&fluffy's modern au

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fluffypigeonsandowls · 9 hours ago

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HBJOGIFFTBHFGBIOJGFHIUBHFGOIJBHF ALMOST FORGOT- SAY HI TO CAMELLIA SMURF AND THEIR LITTLE COMPANION, BREEZY!!!!

Camellia, originally born as Hefty’s Clone, Cami is a smurf made out of plants and vines. Created by a witch to spy on the blue beans. :’)

Breezy is Cami’s little companion. She was originally one of smurfhoney’s many bees, meeting Cami in the grove. She slowly forms a bond with the plantbean. Breeze is Able to record and replay sounds, Music and voices. Kinda like a radio. (She can’t print anything like snappy bug though)

And yes the pink flowers on cami’s body are in fact, camellias!!! :DDDD

@thedarkqueen14 CANNOT FORGET YA BEAN TUNDRA

Heheeehheeheheheehehe

We’re having way too much with the beans on Discord lmao 🤣

#the smurfs #smurfs #smurfs oc #fluffy’s oc: camellia #smurf ocs #other peoples oc

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smurfs-insideout-au · 2 months ago

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Greetings, everyone!!!! After some time of waiting,we are glad to announce the smurfs who volunteered to be the emotions, the most crucial part of this project!!!! They will be the ones steering the emotion wheels in the host smurf, as well as studying how the emotions partake in one's decision!!!

Alternative version

Although this is wonderful, please remember we are humans behind the scenes, we have a life, enjoy making art, taking about Smurfs and whatnot. sometimes it may take awhile or two for reasons. Especially since most of us are all over the place around the world. So our timezones are different haha.

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Asks

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Questions- asks are 100% allowed in this account, as long as it's not off topic, offensive or inappropriate.

Also reminder to you all. This blog is all about ‘Smurfs’ based. But a crossover mix in there which is the insideout as a au. So please reamber. lf your question is about the actual insideout from the movie. We won’t answer it, unless it lines up with the Smurfs/the characters we have here.

Lasty. Don’t hesitate lf you’re confused. You’re welcome to ‘ask us’ that yourself.

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Fanart- Fanart. Can’t forget them fanart. You’re More than welcome to tag us for fanart. We love them fanarts!!! (I’m looking at you fluffy @fluffypigeonsandowls )

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estellan0vella · 2 months ago

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Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Four: Tequila First, Sage Later SS: 7 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 1.8 K Content Warnings: sex dreams, discussions of sex dreams in detail, Minho is unhinged and has no shame

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Ayame sprawls on her plush couch, surrounded by the charmingly ridiculous chaos of her apartment. Smurf figurines litter every available surface. Perched on bookshelves, clustered on the coffee table, and even lined up along the windowsill like a tiny blue army preparing for battle.

One particularly smug Smurf in a chef's hat surveys the room from atop a stack of novels near the TV, his expression seeming to judge her questionable choice in reality dating shows.

Clad in an oversized fluffy sweater that slips off one shoulder and a pair of shorts, Ayame lounges with her legs tucked under her, scrolling mindlessly through her phone, ignoring Minho's spam texts. Her hair is piled into a messy bun that's more chaos than style, a few strands escaping to frame her face. The sound of keys jingling in the hallway pulls her from her aimless scrolling.

The door flies open, and Minho bursts in like he lives at the place, which, considering their years of friendship, he practically does.

"Okay!" he announces dramatically, throwing his arms out as if delivering divine proclamation. "It's an Oppa-and-Ayame day! That tyrant Haechul accidentally gave us both the same day off, so we're drinking wine and shit-talking the Four Devils. Especially Jisung, that squirrely little fucker."

Ayame grins lazily from the couch, not bothering to move. "You two should just fuck already. All that tension? It's gotta be sexual."

Minho freezes mid-stride, a look of exaggerated horror overtaking his face as he heads for her kitchen. "I considered it once," he says, yanking open her cabinet with unnecessary force, "but then I realized, ew. I'd get Miroh slime on my dick. Hard fucking pass."

Ayame snorts, watching as he emerges triumphantly with a bottle of red wine and two hilariously mismatched glasses, one a delicate crystal goblet, the other a mug with a cartoon penguin on it. "Bold of you to assume you'd be the top between you and Jisung."

Minho freezes, the wine bottle in one hand and the penguin mug in the other. His face twists in mock indignation as he glares at her. "Yah! I am a fucking top!"

"Sure you are," Ayame hums, accepting the glass he hands her. She takes a sip, savouring the rich flavour with a soft sigh.

Minho plops down next to her, kicking off his shoes. He watches her for a moment, his usual playful smirk softening. "You okay?"

Ayame twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers, staring into the wine like it might hold the answer to all her problems. "I think I'm going to have to quit."

Minho jerks upright, his glass clinking as he slams it onto the coffee table. "What the actual fuck are you talking about?"

"Haechul's going to pull strings to make sure Chan gets the managing director job," Ayame explains. "And I made that dumbass deal with him. If he gets it, I have to leave."

Minho stares at her, his mouth agape. "You can't fucking leave. Who the fuck would drive Chan insane if you're gone? More importantly, who's going to keep me sane?"

"Minho," Ayame says, smirking softly, "you're already insane."

"Fair." He shakes his head, exhaling sharply. "But I'm serious. If you leave, I'm leaving. No way I'm sticking around without my favourite pain-in-the-ass maknae. Besides, if you're gone, there'd be no HR complaints to keep me entertained. What the fuck would I even do with my time?"

Ayame snorts, taking another sip of wine. "You'd miss me."

"Of course, I'd miss you," Minho says, his voice dropping to something softer. "But seriously, that deal? Fucking stupid. You're a pabo."

She grins, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I love you too, Oppa."

He rests his cheek against the top of her head. "You're still a pabo."

They sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, the sound of the city humming faintly in the background. Then Minho speaks again, his tone laced with mischief. "Have you ever thought about just getting it out of your system with Chan?"

Ayame jerks her head up, her glare sharp enough to cut steel. "I'd rather fucking die than have sex with Bang Chan."

"Yeah, but he's hot," Minho says, grinning like a cat who's cornered a mouse.

"Too hot," Ayame mutters begrudgingly, her nose scrunching as she sips her wine. "Oh, speaking of disasters, you'll never guess what I found in my closet yesterday."

Minho raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "What?"

Ayame sets her glass down and stretches dramatically. "Remember that BDSM novel manuscript from before the merger? The one with the dolphin metaphor?"

Minho's eyes widen, his grin practically splitting his face. "No fucking way. You kept it?!"

"Oh, I kept it," Ayame says, grabbing the bottle of wine and glasses as she stands. "This is bed and wine reading material. Let's go."

They head to her bedroom, fairy lights strung along the headboard casting a soft, warm glow over the space. The Smurfs have infiltrated here too, perched on her bedside table and dresser like a tiny blue cult.

Minho flops onto the bed, spreading out like a content cat as Ayame rummages through her closet, eventually pulling out a thick stack of papers.

She plops onto the bed beside him, flipping to a random page. Clearing her throat, she reads dramatically, "'Her body bent like a bow, her legs both entwined and spread apart as his hands worked magic she didn't know existed.'"

Minho chokes on his wine, doubling over as he coughs. "How the fuck do you do both?"

He attempts to mimic the described position, his limbs sprawled in every direction like a broken action figure. Ayame howls with laughter, clutching the manuscript as tears stream down her face.

"Okay, okay," she gasps, flipping to another page. "'Electric pulses shot through her as his velvet tongue traced-'"

"Velvet tongue?!" Minho interrupts, his voice high with incredulity. "Is he a man or a fucking fabric swatch?"

Ayame collapses onto the bed, laughing so hard her stomach hurts. "This is even worse than I remembered!"

"It's art," Minho declares, striking a ridiculous pose. "High-brow erotica for the mentally unhinged like us."

Ayame's breath hitches as she lies in her bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. The air feels thick, heavy, as Chan's voice cuts through the silence. "Ayame," he says, his tone low, almost a whisper.

Her heart pounds in her chest. "Chan," she whispers back, her voice trembling.

Before she can say anything else, his lips are on hers, firm and unrelenting. One of his hands grips her thigh, the warmth of his palm searing through her skin as he pulls her leg over his waist. His kisses trail down her neck, soft but insistent, leaving a path of heat as he moves lower, his mouth grazing her sternum.

Ayame's breathing grows shallow, her fingers curling into the sheets. He lifts her leg effortlessly over one of his impossibly broad shoulders, his movements deliberate and assured. The room feels like it's spinning, her senses overwhelmed by the weight of him, the feel of his lips, the strength in his hands-

Nope. Nope. Fuck no.

She slaps a hand over her face, jolting up in the bed. Beside her, Minho stirs under the covers, mumbling something unintelligible before flopping onto his side.

"Minho," Ayame hisses, shaking his shoulder urgently. "Red light. Code fucking red."

Minho grunts, his voice muffled by the pillow. "What? Fire? Bug? Break-in? Mouse? Talk to me, Maknae, I'm barely alive."

Ayame sits up, hugging her knees, her voice trembling as she whispers, "I had a-"

Minho rolls onto his back, squinting at her through the haze of sleep. "A what? A bad dream? A good dream? A fuck-you dream? Spit it out."

Her cheeks burn as she finally blurts, "A sex dream. About Chan."

For a moment, the room goes silent. Then Minho's entire body stiffens, his grogginess vanishing in an instant. "No," he whispers, sitting up like he's just heard the world's worst news. He grabs her by the shoulders, staring at her with wide, horrified eyes. "No."

Ayame groans, burying her face in her hands. "It was so fucking real. His stupid hands, his stupid voice, his stupid fucking broad-ass shoulders. Why the fuck does my subconscious hate me?"

Minho's face twists in exaggerated pain as he pulls her into a tight hug, rocking her gently like a child. "No, no, no. We're cleansing this shit right now. You are not allowed to let Miroh trash like him into your brain space. Not even dreamspace."

She laughs weakly into his shoulder. "It's not like I fucking invited him. I didn't send out an RSVP."

Minho pulls back, his expression deadly serious. "Tequila. Sage. We're getting both. Right fucking now."

Ayame snorts, wiping her face. "You're overreacting. It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? Not that bad?" Minho leaps out of bed, pacing dramatically. "It's the end of the fucking world, Ayame. Next thing I know, you're gonna tell me you dreamt about licking his abs while he growls stupid shit like, 'You're mine, shortcake.'"

Ayame flops back onto the bed. "Stop. You're making it worse."

Minho stops mid-pace, snapping his fingers. "Wait here. I'm getting the tequila." He toddles out of the room, his bare feet pattering against the floor as he makes a beeline for her kitchen.

She sits up, her hands pressed to her cheeks, muttering to herself. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Minho returns moments later, a bottle of tequila in one hand and a shot glass in the other. He unscrews the cap dramatically and wafts the bottle under her nose. "Smell that. Salvation."

Ayame leans forward, inhaling the sharp, familiar scent. "Smells like my saving grace."

"Exactly." He pours her a shot, his movements precise. "This will cleanse your soul. Tequila first, sage later."

Ayame downs the shot without hesitation, grimacing as the liquid burns its way down. "How do you even know this works?"

Minho pours himself a shot, his expression unreadable as he takes it like a pro. "Because I've had to do it, Maknae. More times than I care to admit."

She raises an eyebrow. "You? What, you had a sex dream about Chan?"

"Jisung," Minho says matter-of-factly, pouring another shot for himself. "His cute little cheeks, full of my cock. Tequila and sage every fucking time. I call it a sanity reset."

Ayame chokes on her laughter, falling back onto the bed. "I hate you. I hate this. I hate everything."

"You'll thank me later," Minho says, patting her leg as he sits beside her. "These men are like incubi, Maknae. They latch onto you. But tequila? Tequila is your tether to reality."

Ayame groans, throwing her arm over her face. "I can't fucking believe I'm having this conversation."

Minho smirks, nudging her with his knee. "You should've seen my face the first time I dreamt about Jisung. I woke up like, who the fuck am I? But you know what? I've survived, and so will you."

She pulls her arm down, her laughter bubbling up despite the lingering embarrassment. "You're insane."

"And you're welcome," Minho says, holding up the tequila bottle. "Now, another shot. For good measure."

Ayame sits up, taking the shot he pours and downing it like it's medicine. The warmth spreads through her chest, dulling the edges of her anxiety. "Okay. Fine. This helps."

"Of course it does," Minho says, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "Now, for the record, if you ever even think about looking at Chan like that in real life, I'm moving out of the country and dragging you with me."

Ayame laughs, shaking her head. "Deal. No Miroh trolls in my headspace."

"Damn right," Minho says, raising his glass. "To tequila, sage, and exorcising Bang Chan from your subconscious."

"To my stupid fucking brain," Ayame mutters, clinking her glass with his before downing her shot.

The tequila's warmth settles into her, and as the laughter spills out between them, Ayame feels the weight of her nightmare lift, replaced by the comfort of Minho's ridiculous, unwavering loyalty.

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