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(please no spoilers if interacting w/ this post. i have somehow avoided all TOG spoilers and know nothing more than the lil blurb on the back of the book and what i have read so far. thx <3)
{just finished chapter 60 in Heir of Fire}
OHHH MMYYYYY GOOODDNNENSSSS!!!!!!!!!
I claim you, Aelin. To whatever end. "Together, Fireheart," he said, pushing back a sleeve of her tunic. "We'll find a way together." He looked up from her exposed wrist. "A court that will change the world," he promised.
The way this man was released from his blood oath with Maeve and instantly and willingly ran to Aelin to kneel before her and practically beg to enter into a blood oath with her !!!! my fucking heart holy shit.
Like, he clearly trusts her so much. he knows that she just freed him, that she knows what being enslaved is like, that she has expressed how important freedom is to her, that she doesn't want to be that kind of queen. but he knows she wont abuse that power over him, that she would never hurt him the way Maeve did. ugh!! akskdhfkl!!
and then he tattoos her back... oh i love this so much. so intimate and so caring and gentle and special.
#no spoilers please#sjm puts everything into the last 20% of her books#my heart is in chaos mode#heir of fire#if either of them lose the other i will never recover#they better be endgame#fuck all the other men in this series idc about any of them they can find other people to care about
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BTR x Dead By Daylight
Because I love horror and horror-themed aus. Also, it's a spooky month.
The boys in the band make up a perfect survivor team. (Four survivors vs. one Killer.) You cannot tell me Kendall would not main Dwight. He's the leader of the group, and so is Dwight. The four perks he would use are: Babysitter, Urban Evasion, Slippery Meat, and Fixated.
James would either play one of the girls or play someone funny like Nicholas Cage (yes, he's a survivor in the game). Bro would 100% be screaming at his friends for heals or screaming while the killer is chasing him. The four perks he would use are: Better Together, Camraderie, Dark Sense, and Clairvoyance.
Carlos is a Bill main, idk how to describe it. He would gravitate towards the old war veteran as soon as he starts up the game. The four perks he would use are: Left for Dead, Unbreakable, Second Wind, and Flashbang.
Logan would take Jake. He would love sabotaging the hooks. I'm 100% certain that he would be upset about BHVR nerfing iron will because it's his favorite perk. If he bought DLC, I think he would play Leon Kennedy just because of flashbang or the perk that makes you shut up when healing. The four perks he would use are: Deja Vu, Bite the Bullet, Iron Will, and Calm Spirit. He would also bring a med-kit with addons and sacrifice a White Ward so he can keep his stuff.
That's just if they were playing the game. If the entity brought them there. It would be a whole different story.
I'm sorry, I love Kendall, but he would shit his pants. He and James would huddle in the map's corner, crying. Kendall's perks would be like Dwight's only because he's a team player who would thrive off of helping his teammates.
James has that razzle-dazzle. He would have perks that have something to do with distraction or aura-reading. For example, if he hides in a locker or gets chased by a killer, he can see where to vault or see his friends. As for distraction, he would probably scream to alert the killer where he is and then book it from that spot ASAP.
Logan's perks are technical. They would require him to repair a generator for one state or heal a survivor for the equivalent of one state. He could see generator auras or get a haste effect like Deja Vu, where you get a haste effect for a short while if you work on a highlighted generator. The three generators closest to one another would be highlighted.
Carlos causes destruction. He would fight back against the killer. His perks would use the environment around him to blind, stun, or stall the killer. When he's caught, he would be able to fight back like Laurie Strode, to be honest.
Now, if Katie played. (Ms. Knight would scream her head off if she found out.) I know she would play a killer. They would play custom matches, and she would decimate them. Her favorite killer would be Ghsotface because he can crouch and go undetected, and he can stalk his survivors to injure them. She would 100% bring a memento more just to fuck with them. And it works because James starts freaking out. (mori's allow you to kill a survivor when they're downed or if they're the last one alive or if you've already hooked them.)
(I'm not putting her in the mist. I can't. Lore wise, the smog is horrible for survivors. They're pulled out of their worlds seemingly out of nowhere, and when they're not in trials they are sitting around a campfire with very little supplies.)
#dead by daylight#big time rush#dbd#btr#btrtv#kendall knight#james diamond#carlos garcia#logan mitchell#katie knight#video game#silly little au post#spooky szn#spooky season#spooky#i have a love-hate relationship with this game#but the chaos shuffle mode is fun tbh#i get to use different perks instead of the four im used to#I tried to split up perks I've used but 100% i think logan would use my build#my build is made for optimum stealth and i just feel like logan would use it to his hearts content
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Jason Todd: Dad Mode Activated
There’s a new dynamic in the Batfamily, and nobody saw it coming. Jason Todd—Red Hood, former Robin, perennial black sheep of the Wayne family—has apparently decided that Tim Drake is his son. And no one, least of all Tim, knows what to do about it.
It starts subtly, if you can call Jason “subtle.” He starts showing up when Tim’s been too busy to eat, tossing him a burger or some takeout with a gruff, “Eat, Replacement.” He’s there when Tim’s working himself to the bone, slamming the laptop shut and growling about how his kid isn’t going to die of exhaustion on his watch. When Tim’s in over his head, Jason’s suddenly there, guns blazing, a protective shadow with a deadly smirk.
Tim’s confused. Very confused. Jason has always been... antagonistic, at best. But now he’s... scolding him? Encouraging him? Telling him he’s proud when Tim does something impressive? The man even started calling him “kid” instead of “Replacement,” which is somehow worse because it makes Tim feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What is happening?
Eventually, Tim asks. And Jason, in true Jason fashion, gives an explanation that doesn’t explain much at all.
“Look, Dick’s already treating Damian like his own kid, Bruce is busy helping Duke figure out his place in the family, Cass and Babs are practically attached at the hip—like sisters or something. And you?” Jason shrugs. “You’re my kid.”
Tim stares. “I’m your what?”
“My kid,” Jason repeats, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re smart, you’re resourceful, you’ve got my stubbornness—which, yeah, is annoying—and someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get yourself killed. Congrats, kid. You’ve been adopted.”
It doesn’t really explain anything, but Tim decides not to argue. After all, Jason’s kind of a good dad? He feeds Tim, checks in on him, teaches him things like how to hotwire a car (Tim already knows, but Jason’s so enthusiastic about it that Tim doesn’t have the heart to tell him). And Jason has his back in a way that feels steady, solid. Like he’s not going anywhere.
The thing is, Jason doesn’t stop there. He starts talking about Tim in ways that make Tim want to crawl under a rock. To Roy, to Kory, to anyone who’ll listen. “My kid’s a genius,” Jason brags, his voice filled with so much pride it makes Tim’s chest ache. “Runs a whole company and saves Gotham on the side. Kid’s got a brain the size of the Batcomputer.”
And it’s not just talk. Jason drags Tim along to meet-ups with other vigilantes or allies, casually introducing him like a proud dad at a PTA meeting. “This is Tim,” Jason says, grinning ear to ear. “My kid. Smartest of the bunch, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Tim flushes, stammering out an awkward, “Uh, hi,” while Jason beams like he’s just presented a Nobel Prize winner.
The height of Tim’s mortification comes when Jason introduces him to Talia—not as a fellow vigilante or even a respected ally, but as his son. Talia, who had become something of a mother figure to Jason after the Pit, is apparently now being roped into her new role as a grandmother. Jason insists it’s only right that she meet her “grandkid” and treat Tim accordingly. Tim, meanwhile, wants to disappear into the floor while Jason beams with unrestrained pride.
“Yeah, this is my boy,” Jason says, arms crossed, radiating smug pride. “Smart, resourceful, better than Bruce—don’t even try to deny it.”
Tim wants the floor to open up and swallow him. But he also can’t help feeling... warm. Embarrassed, yes, but also kind of happy. Jason’s over-the-top pride is ridiculous, but it’s genuine. It’s not something Tim’s used to—someone being proud of him just for being himself.
And of course, Jason’s newfound dad energy throws the rest of the family into chaos.
Bruce tries to scold Tim about something minor—maybe staying out too late on patrol—and Tim just raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna tell my dad,” he says, completely deadpan. And then he does. Jason shows up at the Batcave later, tearing into Bruce about how his kid doesn’t need this kind of negativity in his life, and Bruce is left speechless.
Damian tries to insult Tim, calling him a weak link or some other scathing remark, and Tim smirks. “Careful, Damian. I’m your nephew now. Better watch your mouth, or Uncle Jason might have something to say about it.”
Even Dick’s thrown off by it. “Jay,” he says one day, watching Jason shove a plate of food at Tim with all the grace of a brick. “You do realize Tim isn’t actually your son, right?”
Jason glares at him. “He’s mine. I’m the dad here. You’ve got Demon Spawn, I’ve got Tim. Deal with it.”
Tim doesn’t understand how or why this happened, but honestly? He’s not complaining. Jason might not be the most conventional parent, but he’s a damn good one. And for Tim, who’s always felt a little lost in the shuffle of the chaotic Wayne family, having someone claim him so fiercely, so completely, feels... nice.
So yeah. Jason Todd: Red Hood, vigilante, crime lord, accidental dad. Who would’ve thought?
#tim drake#jason todd#batfam#jason adopts tim#imagine jason gets together with roy and they get to co-parent both their chaotic children together#tim and lian would get along like a house on fire#kory would be such a good aunt for the both of them#bruce gets whiplash from tim being his son to becoming his grandson#how did this happen?!#jason is a good dad#damian cant berate tim without getting into trouble with jason#dick is baffled by the new dynamic
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@alastorthirsty thank you for making the request! This ain't silly and over-the-top at all. I mean...did'ya look at some of my other requests *cough* I love this ask because I can go full on drama-mode and not sure if you know this about me, but my favourite animal is a drama-llama. Haha! Anyway, I realllllly indulged in this one, so bless you for giving me the opportunity 💖👉👈
TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, possessive!alastor, p in v, established relationship, love making, gentle s♡x, c♡nnilingus, cuddling, soft!alastor, demisexual!alastor, light b♡ndage with shadow tentacles, smuff (smut + fluff)
Alastor’s fingers dug into your wrist like talons, yanking you through the narrow hotel hallway, up the creaking stairs, and into a suffocating, shadow-cloaked corridor. The acrid stench of fire and ash clung to your skin, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded – the devastation of Vee’s tower, the flames still dancing in your memory.
Everything felt so surreal, the shock still pulsing through your veins, leaving you breathless, your mind scrambling to catch up with the frantic pace he set.
Your legs struggled to keep up, each hurried step barely matching his long, relentless strides. He hadn’t looked at you. Not once. There was no concern in his eyes, no reassurance in his touch – just cold purpose.
His grip was iron, biting into your flesh with a fierceness that made you wince. You could feel the sharp edge of his claws digging into your skin, a silent punishment for your recklessness.
“A-Alastor...it hurts,” you whimpered, your voice fragile, cracking under the weight of pain and fear. Your words seemed to snap something in him – his shoulders stiffened, his jaw clenched, and without a word, he loosened his grip just enough for you to breathe. But his pace, his determination, never wavered. He was a storm, sweeping you up in his fury, and you were powerless to stop him.
The moment you crossed the threshold into his room, the door slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the dark space. Your heart pounded, the rhythm erratic and wild, each beat thundering in your ears. The familiar atmosphere of his room – rich with his scent, a dark blend of metal and the bayou – washed over you, yet it offered no comfort.
Instead, it only magnified the tension crackling between you, the unspoken anger simmering beneath his silence.
Your mind flashed back to Vox, the twisted grin on his face as he flaunted his control over you. The Overlord had known exactly who you were and, more importantly, who you belonged to.
For nearly a year, you had been nothing more than a pawn in his cruel game, locked away in his opulent prison, displayed like a trophy to mock Alastor. You had heard his taunts in the darkness, seen his cold, mirthless eyes as he laughed – Vox had relished every moment of your captivity.
You had been so foolish, thinking you could appeal to him, thinking you could change anything. Guilt ate away at you, bitter and unrelenting, as memories of your naivety surged back. You had thought that maybe you could free Angel Dust from Valentino’s grasp by being Vox’s friend, by playing along with his twisted games.
How utterly wrong you had been. Your idealism had shattered, and now all you were left with was the shame of your failures.
And yet, even as guilt weighed heavy on your chest, there was relief – a deep, painful relief. Alastor had come for you, breaking through Vox’s fortress to drag you out of Vox’s grasp.
But at what cost?
A burning flush crept up your cheeks, the sting of shame and self-loathing settling deep in your chest. The adrenaline that had fuelled you, kept you moving, now drained away, leaving only raw, vulnerable emotions in its wake. You had wanted to help, to do something right. But instead, you had been nothing but a burden, another problem for Alastor to fix. Your heart ached with the weight of your failure, the knowledge that, once again, you had only caused trouble.
“I just wanted to help,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath in the thick silence. But the words felt hollow, empty. Because all you had done was create another mess, another disaster – one that nearly cost you, and him, everything.
Before an apology could form on your lips, Alastor’s hand was suddenly cradling your face, fingers warm against your tear-streaked cheeks. Through your blurry vision, you saw that ever-present grin, his piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart thump faster, harder, against your chest. Your lips trembled, unsure of what was coming next. Would he yell at you? Scold you for your recklessness? Or worse, would he finally grow tired of you – of all your mistakes?
You waited, bracing yourself for the inevitable sting of rejection or anger, but it never came. Instead, Alastor leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, featherlight kiss. It felt so delicate, almost accidental, as if the brief touch wasn’t meant to happen. But then, before you could process it, he moved closer, crowding your body against the door, trapping you between the cool wood and the heat radiating from him.
The next kiss was different – urgent, ferocious, and brimming with unspoken need. His hands, trembling ever so slightly, traced the contours of your face before sliding down your neck, lingering as though savouring every inch of your skin. Then, in a swift, possessive motion, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, every inch of his body pressing into yours.
Kisses came, over and over again, each one deeper, more demanding, as if he were trying to reclaim every moment you had been apart, every second lost to Vox’s cruel game. When your lips parted, gasping for air, he didn’t hesitate – his tongue slipped past the seam of your lips, exploring, tasting, claiming every part of you with fevered desperation. He devoured you, marking you in a way that felt primal, raw, each movement of his mouth more insistent than the last.
You felt him – all of him – pressed hard against your navel, the heat between you growing with every passing second. His lips left yours, trailing a path of fire down your jawline, grazing the sensitive skin of your neck with gasping, hungry breaths. But just as quickly as the tension built, something in him shifted. His muscles tensed, his body stiffening against yours, and then he stopped.
Your hands, still clutching the lapels of his jacket, trembled as you tried to catch your breath. You looked down at him, confused, his face buried in the crook of your neck, unmoving, like a statue. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and you could feel the barely contained tremor running through him. His ears twitched, laying flat against his head before perking up once more, as if caught between conflicting instincts.
Suddenly, he pulled back, the air around him crackling with static, a low buzz of white noise filling the space. His eyes flashed – flickering between red radio dials and his usual, sharp, black slits. That ever-present grin twisted, tightening into something more akin to a scowl, a dangerous edge creeping into it. Unexpectedly, he grabbed you, dragging you toward the bayou side of his room.
“Al-Alastor?” you called out, your voice small and hesitant. He let you go abruptly, and with a sharp snap of his fingers, an ornate porcelain bathtub appeared in front of you, its gold clawed feet gleaming under the dim light. Hot, steaming water cascaded from the silver shower head, the water draining to who-knows-where.
Before you could react, dark tendrils – his tendrils – wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground and unceremoniously dumping you into the bath, clothes and all. The warmth of the water soaked through your clothes, sending a rush of heat through your body. You gasped, coughing as water splashed into your mouth.
“Alastor!” you sputtered, blinking up at him, confused, your face drenched as you wiped the water from your eyes.
He stood over you, straight-backed, shoulders rigid, his hands neatly clasped behind him as if he were merely surveying a piece of art. His crimson eyes glinted down at you with cool detachment, that maddening grin still plastered on his face.
“You don’t smell like me,” he said simply, his tone matter-of-face, but with an underlying possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine.
You blinked, still dazed, unsure of what he meant, your heart pounding in your chest. “W-what?”
His grin widened then, dark amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned in, his shadow casting over you. “Don’t worry, darling, I’ll make sure you do.”
With a sharp snap of his fingers, a bar of soap materialized in Alastor’s hand – the kind with a woodsy, metallic scent, popular in Cannibal Town. You had never been fond of its pungent odour, but you knew Alastor adored it, and at this moment, that was all that mattered.
His focus was singular, almost obsessive, as he leaned forward, the water streaming down his face, drenching his usually pristine hair. His movements were slow but deliberate, his hands shaking ever so slightly as he undressed you, peeling the wet fabric from your skin.
You caught the slight twitch in his left eye, the tremor in his fingers – he was lost deep in his thoughts, buried somewhere you couldn’t reach. His silence was suffocating, filled with the weight of everything he wasn't saying. As your clothes fell away, baring your vulnerable form before him, your shoulders curled in, and your hands moved to shield your chest.
But Alastor wasn’t having it. His long fingers captured your wrists, pulling your hand away, gently but firmly. Then, with deliberate care, he began to massage the soap into your skin, the rough texture gliding across your wet body.
“Where did he touch you, darling?” His voice was deceptively light, playful even, but the malice underneath was unmistakable. His question dripped with venom, barely concealed beneath the surface. “You didn’t let him...” His hand, still holding the soap, drifted up your arm as the hot water poured over both of you, saturating your senses. Alastor, now fully in the tub with you, crouched low, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any hint of truth, any flicker of something unsaid.
Your wet hair clung to your face and neck as you shook your head, droplets falling in rivulets down your cheeks. “He didn’t touch me like that, Alastor,” you whispered, your voice soft yet steady. For the first time since he rescued you, you found the courage to reach out. Your fingers trembled as they brushed a few strands of his soaked hair back from his face, your touch tender, hesitant.
Alastor inched backward until his back hit the edge of the tub, his legs unfolding slightly as he stretched out beneath you. You straddled his hips, your thighs brushing against the rough fabric of his wet clothes, the friction sending a shiver through your core. Your chest pressed against his soaked shirt as you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his.
“I promise,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his as if your words could seep into his very soul. His eyes fluttered shut at the intimacy, his grip tightening on your hips, pulling you closer, closer until there was no space between your bodies.
“I hate the scent of that noisy picture box,” Alastor muttered against your lips, stealing another kiss, his voice low and rough with barely contained frustration. “Sharp, unpleasant,” he continued, his hips grinding into you, the friction sending jolts of heat through your body. The pressure of him, firm and insistent against your core, drew a soft stifled moan from your lips. “Masking everything,” he growled, the words vibrating against your mouth.
Your hands moved of their own accord, fingers tracing down the lapels of his jacket, your lips trailing soft, lingering kisses along his jaw, down the curve of his neck. One button, then another, came undone beneath your touch, revealing the sharp jut of his collarbone, his skin slick with water. He groaned low in his throat, his hands finding their way between your bodies, undoing the button and zipper of his pants with swift, practised ease.
The moment his hot shaft pressed against your slick folds, a gasp escaped your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hips moved slowly, tortuously so, grinding up and down, creating an unbearable heat that built with each stroke. “Did you miss this, darling?” Alastor murmured, his voice like velvet, thick with desire, as his hips continued their slow rhythm against you.
Your head fell forward, a wave of pleasure crashing over you, and you bit down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat. But Alastor wouldn’t allow it. His clawed fingers slipped beneath your chin, tilting your face until your eyes met his. “Don’t hide,” he whispered, his voice laced with command and something darker, more animalistic. “Not when I finally found you.”
The sound of the shower created a steady backdrop, like heavy rain pouring down, but all that mattered, all you could feel, was him. His body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, his gaze locking you in place as if daring you to look away. And at that moment, there was nothing else – no past, no fear, just the two of you, lost in each other.
Slowly, you dragged your sensitive clit along the edge of his cock, teasing him with every slight movement. His low, throaty sigh filled the space between you as you positioned yourself above him, your core hovering just over his tip. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, softened with raw desire, a hunger that mirrored your own.
With purposeful slowness, you sank down onto him, feeling the pleasant stretch as he filled you, inch by inch, the heat between your bodies sparking into something untamable.
Alastor hissed through clenched teeth as your tight warmth enveloped him, his grip on your hips tightening, claws digging into your skin as though afraid you’d slip away. The moment you let out a soft, breathless moan, he responded. His hips bucked upward, thrusting deeper into you, your walls clinging to him, making every movement feel electric.
The slick sound of wet skim meeting wet fabric filled your ears, mingling with the steady beat of the water raining down from the shower. It was as if the outside world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you and the pleasure that built between your bodies.
“A-Al,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your fingers clawed at his shoulders, gripping the wet, rough fabric of his soaked suit jacket. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide as he watched you, every reaction you made, every shiver of pleasure fuelling his own.
Without warning, Alastor’s shadowy tendrils wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly off his lap, suspending your body in midair. The tentacles curled around your calves, your thighs, spreading you open for him, baring your slick, pulsing core to his ravenous gaze.
You wobbled, barely able to keep your balance as you were held aloft, your hands clutching his shoulders for stability. But before you could stabilize, Alastor surged forward, thrusting himself into you with a brutal intensity, his hips pounding against yours.
His pants had slipped down to circle his ankles, but that didn’t slow him. His sharp teeth gritted in pleasure as he watched the way your bodies connected, his cock disappearing inside you over and over again, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you.
His pace was erratic, frantic, as if he couldn't get enough of you, and your moans only spurred him on. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your face flushed with heat, and just as you were about to come undone, he pulled out, leaving you empty and aching.
A needy whimper escaped your lips, the absence of him unbearable, but before you could protest, Alastor was on his knees before you, his eyes flickered up meeting your own.
The tendrils adjusted your height, keeping your legs spread wide as he dove forward, his mouth latching onto your dripping pussy. The water from the shower ran in rivulets down your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and rolling over your heated skin, but all you could focus on was the feel of his tongue.
He plunged it inside you, swirling and licking, tasting you with desperate fervour. His hands gripped your backside, kneading the soft flesh as he feasted on you, his moans vibrating against your sensitive folds.
A sharp cry tore from your throat as he sucked and nibbled at your clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You could feel your pussy clenching, grasping at nothing as his tongue worked you over, your head spinning with the intensity of it all.
Your body tilted backward, but more tendrils sprouted to hold you in place, keeping you suspended as Alastor continued his ministrations, devouring you as though he couldn’t get enough. He was a man stranded in the desert, finally taking the first gulp of water.
The tension inside you built, higher and higher, your muscles clenching tighter with every flick of his tongue. His moans were muffled against your flesh, but they only heightened your arousal, the vibrations making you gasp. Your climax hovered just unreachable, so close, and as his tongue flicked over your clit in rapid succession, your entire body tensed.
“Al-Al-Al!” you cried, your voice breaking as the crest of your orgasm finally surged through you. Your muscles clenched, your back arched, and waves of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in the sensation. Alastor didn’t let up, his tongue relentless as he rode out your climax, dragging every last ounce of pleasure from your trembling body until you were left breathless and spent, your heart thundering in your chest.
But before you could fully come down from the high, Alastor stood, his cock hard and dripping. He slammed his hips into yours, his cock burying itself deep inside you, filling you in one swift motion. His balls slapped against your soaked skin from the sheer force of his thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Each time his thick, blunt tip pushed against your sensitive spots, all you could do was cry out, your voice lost behind the steady beat of the shower.
“Darling...darling,” he moaned, his voice ragged, full of need. His claws dug into your hips, pulling you closer as he relentlessly drove into you, his hips snapping forward with wild, desperate force. His movement became erratic, his breaths coming in short gasps, and you felt the trembling in his muscles as he pushed himself deeper, chasing the same release that had just consumed you.
When his body finally gave in, he groaned softly, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His cock pulsed as he spilled hot, thick cum inside you. He slowed, his thrusts becoming shallow, tender, as if savouring the moment, each gentle motion prolonging the feeling of you milking every last drop from him.
With a final deep thrust, he buried himself inside you completely, pressing against your trembling walls until you were pressed right into his hilt. The tendrils of shadow that had suspended you vanished, and your body felt heavy and spent.
Alastor pulled you into him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, his claws gently pricking the soft flesh of your back. His chest heaved with each breath, his face pressing into your hair as he held you close, his heart thundering against yours. You could hear it, or perhaps it was your own heartbeat, pounding in your ears as he held you, locking in each other’s embrace, under the rain of the shower.
The heat of the water cascaded down your bodies, but all you could feel was his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he held you as if he would never let go. His silence spoke volumes, the words he couldn’t say hanging in the air between you. He didn’t need to say them – his touch, the way he clung to you, said it all.
He had missed you, more than words could express. There hadn’t been a moment where you weren’t on his mind, and now that he had your back, he seemed frozen in time, desperate to savour this moment for eternity.
You rested your head against his chest, the sound of the water blending with the rhythmic thumping of your hearts. Neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the quiet, shared warmth of one another, as the rest of Hell faded away.
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I have a platonic, non smut request if you’re down! Nat x fem!reader, they’re a couple and live in a neighborhood w a girl who’s young (5 or smth) . The girl is sweet and has lemonade stands in front of her house n stuff so that’s how nat and reader interact w her. One day, the girl runs to nat and reader’s house, banging on the door begging to be let in because her mom’s boyfriend beat her up or was threatening to. Nat and reader let her in immediately and go into protection mode, even when the bf starts spitting lies, blaming the girl.
This was inspired by a video I saw where a neighbor was protecting a girl and thought it would work perfectly w nat given her own red room history n stuff. I feel like she would tolerate no BS. I know this is very different from what u normally write so I hope it’s ok 🫶
Through Darkness | N.R
Warnings: Domestic Violants, Threatening to hurt a child, mentioned of Bruises, Happy end!!
Word count: 5,4k
A/n: That was the sweetest thing I've ever written. But I needed help, so I watched We Bought a Zoo with Scarlett while I was writing.🫂
Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, drinking a glass of water. Her sharp eyes watched you as you bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner. The scent of fresh basil and tomatoes filled the room, making the house feel even more like a home. It had been a few months since they moved into this quiet neighborhood. After everything Natasha had been through, the chaos and destruction, the idea of a peaceful life seemed foreign to her. But here, with you by her side, she began to understand what peace could feel like.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” you said, looking up from the pot you were stirring. Your smile was one Natasha had grown fond of. Warm, welcoming, and full of love. It was a smile that made Natasha’s heart ache with how much you meant to her. She smiled back, setting down her glass and moving to stand next to you. “It smells fantastic. You always manage to make something special out of so little.”
You chuckled softly. “Years of practice. Plus, I had to learn to keep up with you.” Before Natasha could respond, a high-pitched voice outside caught her attention. “Lemonade! Fresh lemonade! Only fifty cents a cup!”
Both of you turned to the window that overlooked the front yard. There, on the sidewalk across the street, stood a little girl, no older than five. Her brown curls bounced as she enthusiastically waved a homemade sign. Next to her was a small table with a pitcher of lemonade and a few paper cups. You smiled affectionately. “She’s out there almost every day. Have you seen her?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, I’ve noticed her a few times. Sweet kid.”
“Let’s go say hello.” you suggested, already wiping your hands on a dish towel. “And maybe grab some lemonade.” Natasha hesitated for a moment, but the gentle encouragement in your eyes was enough. “Alright.” she agreed with a smile.
Together, you left the house and crossed the street. The little girl’s face lit up as she saw you approaching. “Hi!” she called out cheerfully, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement. “Do you want some lemonade?” You knelt down to her level, your smile gentle. “We’d love some. What’s your name, little one?”
“I’m Lily!” the girl said proudly, carefully pouring lemonade into two cups. Natasha handed her a dollar bill. “Keep the change, Lily.” Her eyes widened, and she beamed at Natasha. “Thank you! My mom says it’s important to save money, and I want to buy a new doll.”
“That’s a great goal.” you said, taking a cup from Lily. “I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha. We live right across the street.”
“Are you married?” Lily asked innocently, and her question caught Natasha off guard. You laughed softly and glanced at Natasha. “Not yet, but maybe one day.” Natasha felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words. She had never thought about marriage before, but the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched now.
Lily nodded seriously, as if your answer made perfect sense. “You should be. You’re both really nice.” Natasha and you exchanged a look, both touched by the child’s innocent wisdom. You stayed with Lily for a few more minutes, chatting about her lemonade business and the dolls she wanted to buy. Natasha found herself relaxing more than she had in weeks, and the simple joy of the moment eased some of the tension she had been carrying.
As you said your goodbyes and headed back to your house, you took Natasha’s hand and intertwined your fingers. “She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Natasha nodded. “Yes, she is. She reminds me that there’s good in the world.” You squeezed her hand gently. “And that’s exactly what we’re fighting for.” Natasha smiled, feeling a sense of peace spread through her. In this quiet neighborhood, with you by her side and a little girl selling lemonade, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found a place where she truly belonged.
The days settled into a pleasant rhythm. Natasha and you looked forward to the moments when you would see Lily, her bright smile and cheerful energy a welcome addition to your lives. Often, you would stop by her lemonade stand, sometimes just to chat, and other times to enjoy the simple pleasure of a cold drink on a warm day.
One Saturday afternoon, you decided to take a walk through the nearby park. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light over the tree-lined paths. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the laughter of children echoed from a nearby playground. As you walked hand in hand, Natasha noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Lily was skipping along the path, holding hands with a woman who must have been her mother. The woman was tall and slender, with the same brown curls as Lily, though hers were tied up in a loose bun. She had a kind face, but Natasha couldn’t miss the weariness in her eyes.
You waved to them, and Lily’s face lit up when she recognized you. “Natasha! Y/N!” she called, pulling her mother along behind her. Natasha and you smiled as you approached, exchanging a warm greeting with the little girl. Lily’s mother smiled politely, but there was a slight tension in her posture, as if she were carrying a burden no one else could see. “Hello.” you said kindly. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/n, and this is Natasha.”
The woman nodded, a small, somewhat forced smile on her lips. “I’m Rachel. Lily talks about you two all the time. She’s always excited to see you.” Lily beamed up at her mother. “They’re my best customers!”
Natasha laughed, kneeling down to Lily’s level. “And you’re our favorite lemonade seller.” Lily giggled, clearly pleased with the attention. As Natasha stood back up, she noticed Rachel’s gaze flick nervously over her shoulder. She followed Rachel’s eyes and saw a man standing a few steps away, his hands deep in his pockets, watching them. He was tall and broad shouldered, his expression unreadable, but something about the way he looked at Rachel made Natasha uneasy.
Rachel’s smile faltered a little, and she quickly looked back at you and Natasha. “That’s Mark, my.. boyfriend." she said, her voice a little strained. Mark nodded in greeting, but his eyes never left Rachel. Natasha felt a wave of discomfort rising in her. She had spent years honing her instincts, learning to pick up on the smallest signs of danger, and right now, every instinct was telling her that something was off.
You, always attuned to Natasha’s moods, noticed the subtle shift in her posture. You glanced at her questioningly, but she gave a barely perceptible shake of her head. Not here, not now. “Are you headed to the playground?” you asked in a light, casual tone, trying to diffuse the tension. Rachel nodded, her grip on Lily’s hand tightening. “Yes, Lily loves the playground. We try to come on weekends.”
“That’s great..” you replied, smiling at Lily. “Maybe we’ll see you around more often.” Lily looked up at her mother eagerly. “Can we play with them, Mama? Please?” she asked, her eyes hopeful as she gazed at her Mama. But she hesitated, casting a nervous glance at Mark, who only gave a slight nod of his head. “Maybe another time, sweetheart. We need to head home soon.”
Lily pouted a little but didn’t argue, sensing her mother’s unease. “Okay…” she said softly. Natasha’s heart ached at the sight of the disappointed little girl. She wanted to ask Rachel if everything was okay, if there was anything they could do to help, but she knew better than to push. Instead, she gave Lily a reassuring smile. “We’ll see you soon, okay?” Lily nodded, her smile returning, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Okay! Bye, Natasha! Bye, Y/N!”
“Goodbye!” you called as you parted ways and continued down the path. As you walked further along the trail, Natasha’s thoughts kept circling back to what she had just witnessed. Something wasn’t right about the whole encounter, especially in the way Rachel and Mark interacted. It wasn’t just protectiveness or possessiveness in Mark’s eyes..there was something darker, something that set off alarm bells in Natasha’s mind.
You gently squeezed Natasha’s hand, pulling her out of her thoughts. “What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with concern. Natasha cast one last glance back in the direction where Rachel, Lily, and Mark had disappeared. “I’m not sure..” she said softly. “But I’m going to find out.”
You nodded, trusting Natasha’s instincts implicitly. “Do you think she’s in trouble?” Natasha didn’t answer right away. She was trying to piece together the puzzle in her head, figuring out what exactly had triggered her discomfort. “Maybe..” she finally said. “Or maybe I’m just being paranoid. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s wrong.”
You frowned, your worry growing. “If you think something’s wrong, we should do something. We can’t just ignore it.” Natasha nodded, her jaw setting in determination. “We won’t. But we have to be careful. If there’s really something going on, we don’t want to make it worse.” As you continued your walk, the warmth of the sun on your back, Natasha’s thoughts kept returning to Rachel and Lily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the peace they had found in this quiet neighborhood was more fragile than it seemed. And if something threatened that peace, Natasha was ready to do whatever it took to protect the people she cared about.
The night was quiet and still, with the moon casting a soft, silver glow over the neighborhood. Natasha and you slept peacefully in your bed, your bodies nestled close together, the gentle sound of your breathing the only noise in the room. The calm of the night seemed to envelop you, offering a rare moment of complete tranquility.
But that peace was abruptly shattered by frantic knocking at the front door. Natasha was the first to stir, her finely tuned instincts kicking in immediately. In an instant, she was out of bed, pulling on a shirt as she moved, her senses on high alert. You were awake a second later, your heart racing at the sound.
“Natasha?” you called softly as you quickly threw something on as well. “Stay here,” Natasha instructed, but you followed her downstairs anyway.
The knocking at the door grew more desperate, and Natasha felt a cold fear settling in her stomach. She motioned for you to stay back as she approached the door, but the moment she heard the sobbing of a child, all caution was forgotten. She flung the door open to find Lily standing there, her face streaked with tears, her small body trembling in the cool night air.
“Lily!” you exclaimed in shock, immediately kneeling down to be at eye level with the girl. “Sweetheart, what happened? Why are you out here?” Lily looked up at you, her lip quivering, but she said nothing. She shook her head and took a small step back, as if afraid to enter the house.
Natasha’s heart broke at the sight of the terrified little girl. She knelt beside you, her voice gentle and calm. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you.” But Lily’s eyes were still wide with fear, and she clung to her stuffed animal. She was trembling so much that she could barely stand.
You gently placed a hand on Lily’s arm. “You don’t have to be scared, Lily. You can tell us what happened. We just want to help.” For a moment, Lily seemed torn between her fear and her trust in the two of you. She glanced back at the dark street, her breath catching as if she were reliving whatever had driven her to your doorstep. Then, slowly, she took a hesitant step forward and allowed you to pull her into a warm embrace.
Lily buried her face in your shoulder, her small body shaking with silent sobs. “H-He was..he was so angry..?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Natasha exchanged a worried look with you, her protective instincts flaring. “Who was angry, Lily?” she asked gently, though she already had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Lily clung to you, her small hands gripping your shirt as if she were afraid to let go. She was crying so hard that she could barely breathe, her sobs coming in ragged gasps.
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay..” you murmured, your voice soft and soothing as you held Lily close. You look at Natasha and don't know exactly what to do now. Natasha quickly stepped outside, her eyes scanning the dark street, searching for any signs of danger, but the neighborhood was eerily still. She turned back to you and Lily, her heart breaking at the sight of the frightened little girl.
“Lily, sweetheart, who was angry? Can you tell us?” Lily’s sobs began to subside, though she was still trembling. She buried her face in your shoulder again, her voice muffled and broken. “H-He hit Mommy! He kept hitting her. She told him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop…” Your grip around Lily tightened protectively, tears shimmering in your eyes. “Do you mean your mom’s friend? You did the right thing coming here, Lily.”
Lily sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Yes..her friend, and I remembered you said I could always come to you..” Natasha felt a surge of anger and protectiveness like she had never felt before. The thought of someone hurting this sweet little girl or her mother was unbearable. But she knew she needed to stay calm for Lily’s sake. She closed the door behind her and knelt down again.
“You were so brave, Lily." Natasha said softly, her voice steady. “You did the right thing. You’re safe now, I promise.” The little girl trembled and buried her face in your shoulder again. “I want my mommy..II want her to be okay..” You rocked her gently, your heart breaking at the thought of a child so young having to endure such fear. “We’re going to make sure your mommy is okay. We’re going to help her, and we’re going to help you.”
Natasha and you exchanged a determined look. You both knew that action needed to be taken. Natasha placed a hand on Lily’s back, trying to soothe her. “Lily, I’m going to go check on your mommy, okay? Y/n will stay here with you.”
Lily looked up at you with big, frightened eyes and clung even tighter to you. “No! Please don’t go! He’s still there! He’ll hurt you too!” Before Natasha could respond, Lily’s eyes widened with new fear. She clutched at you and began to scream in high-pitched tones. Natasha froze as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the porch too. The sharp smell of alcohol was the first thing she noticed, and she knew immediately who it was.
Mark.
Your face paled as you glanced toward the door, and Natasha quickly analyzed the situation. "Y/n, take her upstairs. I’ll handle this." You lifted Lily into your arms, her small face buried in your neck. "Please be careful, Natasha.."
Natasha nodded, not taking her eyes off the door. “Go.” The little girl clung to you tightly as you hurried up the stairs. Natasha positioned herself between the door and the stairs, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared for what was about to happen. The door was thrown open with such force that it slammed against the wall. Mark stumbled into the house, his face red with anger, his eyes bloodshot and wild. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and Natasha’s stomach churned at the sight of him.
“Where is she?!” Mark slurred, his voice dripping with rage. “Where’s that little brat? She’s the one to blame for all of this!!” His eyes narrowed as he charged toward Natasha, his fists swinging wildly. But Natasha was faster. She dodged his attack effortlessly, grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind his back in one fluid motion. Mark cried out in pain, but Natasha didn’t loosen her grip.
“Let me go, you bitch!” Mark bellowed, struggling to free his arm from her grasp, but Natasha held him with iron strength. “You’re not going to get near that girl again." Natasha hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “You’ve done enough damage.” Mark fought against her hold, but it was futile. Natasha easily forced him to the ground and held him there. She could feel his muscles tense under her grip, but she didn’t relent.
Upstairs, you quickly brought Lily into the guest room and gently set her on the bed. “Lily, it’s okay. You’re safe here, understand? I’ll make sure of it.” Lily was still trembling, her eyes wide with fear. “Will he hurt Natasha?”
“No," you said firmly, though the fear for Natasha grew within you. "Natasha is very strong, and she’ll make sure he can’t hurt anyone anymore. But I need to make a call, okay? We need to call the police so they can help us.” Lily nodded hesitantly, curling up with her stuffed animal. You quickly pulled out your phone and dialed 911, your voice trembling slightly as you explained the situation to the dispatcher.
Downstairs, Natasha was still holding Mark down on the floor, her mind racing. She knew she needed to get Rachel and Lily out of this situation permanently, but for now, Mark was the immediate threat. The sound of sirens in the distance brought a sense of relief. Help was on the way. Mark groaned beneath her, still struggling weakly. “You..you can’t do this!! Who do you think you are?!”
Natasha leaned closer to him, her voice a deadly whisper. “Oh, watch me.” Minutes later, two police officers burst into the house. Natasha stood up and released Mark, the officers immediately moving to restrain him. He was still shouting, hurling curses and threats, but Natasha felt nothing but disgust as they hauled him to his feet. “Are you alright?” one of the officers asked as they led Mark out of the house.
“I’m fine." Natasha replied coolly. “But you should check on the mother across the street. I think she’s in bad shape.” The officer nodded seriously. “We’ll take care of it. Thank you for stepping in.” Natasha watched as they led Mark out of the house and closed the door behind them. The house was suddenly quiet again, but the tension in the air remained palpable. Natasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves before heading upstairs.
When she reached the guest room, she found you sitting on the bed next to Lily. The little girl had finally calmed down and was no longer crying. The sight of the vulnerable and frightened child made Natasha’s heart ache, but she forced herself to smile gently as she approached. “It’s over." Natasha said softly. “He’s gone.”
Lily looked up at her, her eyes still wet with tears. “Is my mommy okay?” Natasha knelt beside the bed, her voice gentle and reassuring. "The police are going to check on your mommy and make sure she's okay. And we're going to help you and your mommy, Lily. We won't let anyone hurt you again."
Lily nodded slowly, a small spark of hope appearing in her eyes. "Promise?" Natasha reached out and softly wiped away a tear from Lily's cheek. "I promise."
You wrapped your arm around Lily and pulled her close. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We'll take care of everything." As Lily finally began to relax in your arms, Natasha felt a deep determination rising within her. This wasn't the end of the situation, but it was the first step. She was going to do everything in her power to protect Lily and Rachel, no matter what it took.
The paramedics had just treated Rachel’s injuries, and the police were finishing their reports. The once peaceful night was now filled with quiet, official conversations, and the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles cast an eerie glow through the windows. Lily sat on the sofa between Natasha and you, her small body still trembling, and her large eyes reflected a mixture of fear and confusion.
Rachel sat nearby, her face marked with bruises, and her expression was exhausted. The weight of the night’s events had drained her, but her entire focus was on Lily, who was like a beacon of strength for her. One of the police officers approached Rachel, his tone professional but gentle. “Mrs. Dawson, under the circumstances, protocol requires that we place your daughter in temporary foster care until you are able to care for her again.”
Rachel’s already pale face turned even whiter, and she immediately shook her head, panic flashing in her eyes. “No! No, please, she can’t go into foster care.. She’s been through enough. Please, don’t take her away from me!”
Lily looked up in alarm at the officer’s words, her wide, frightened eyes turning to her mother. “Mama..I don’t want to go..” Instinctively, you put your arm around Lily and pulled her closer to you. Natasha’s expression darkened as she sensed the rising fear in Rachel and Lily. The thought of Lily being taken away, even temporarily, was unthinkable to you both. Not after everything the little girl had already endured.
Rachel looked at Natasha and you with desperation, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please..she can stay with you, right? You live right across the street. She knows you, she feels safe with you..please, don’t let them take her away.” The officer hesitated, visibly torn. “Ma’am, I understand your concern, but the safety of the child is our top priority. We need to ensure that she’s in a stable environment while you recover.”
Natasha stood up, her stance determined as she stepped forward. “She is in a stable environment. Right here, with us.” Her voice was calm but firm, with the tone of someone who wasn’t used to being questioned. You nodded, equally resolute. “We live right across the street. We’re neighbors and friends, and Lily trusts us. We can take care of her while Rachel is in the hospital. You can check in on her anytime.”
The officer looked between Natasha and you, clearly aware of who you both were. He sighed, knowing this wasn’t an easy decision. “Are you sure you can take on this responsibility? It could be several days, maybe longer.”
Natasha didn’t hesitate. “We’re sure. We’ll make sure she’s safe, and she’ll be close to her mother. That’s what’s best for her.” Rachel’s eyes filled with tears of relief as she reached for Lily’s hand. “Please, Officer.. don’t take her away from me. I can’t bear it. She’s been through enough already.” The officer exchanged a look with his colleague, then back at Natasha and you. After a brief pause, he nodded. “Alright. We’ll allow it, but we’ll need to conduct regular checks to ensure everything is going smoothly.”
Natasha nodded. “Of course. We’ll cooperate fully.” The officer turned to Rachel. “We’ll take you to the hospital now, Mrs. Dawson. You need to focus on your recovery.” Rachel nodded, tears streaming down her face as she turned to Lily. “Sweetheart, you’ll stay with Natasha and Y/n for a little while, okay? They’ll take good care of you.”
Lily, still clutching her stuffed animal, looked up at her mother, her voice trembling. “But..I-I want to stay with you, Mama..”
Rachel’s heart broke at her daughter’s words, but she forced herself to smile despite the pain. “I know, darling. And I want to stay with you too. But I need to get better first, so I can be with you again. Natasha and Y/n will take care of you, and I’ll be very close by, okay?” Lily nodded slowly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Okay..but promise me you’ll come back soon?”
Rachel’s voice cracked as she leaned down and kissed Lily’s forehead. “I promise, sweetheart. I’ll come back as soon as I can.” You gently took Lily’s hand in yours, your voice soft and reassuring. “Let’s go home, Lily. We’ll make you some hot chocolate and get you to bed, okay?” Lily nodded again, her small hand gripping yours tightly. She gave her mother one last look, and Rachel smiled encouragingly through her tears and nodded to her.
As the paramedics helped Rachel to her feet and escorted her out of the house, you and Natasha led Lily back across the street to your home. The little girl was quiet, her mind clearly processing everything that had happened. You carried her into the living room and set her on the sofa while Natasha locked the door and made sure the house was secure.
Inside, you knelt in front of Lily and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re so brave, Lily. Your Mama is going to get better, and we’ll take care of you until then. You’re safe here with us.” Natasha sat down beside Lily on the sofa. “We’ll make sure you stay close to your Mommy, and we’ll visit her as soon as she’s feeling better. But for now, we’re here for you.”
Lily looked up at both of you, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and trust. “Okay..but can we visit her tomorrow?” You smiled, your heart filled with love for the little girl. “We’ll try, sweetheart. Let’s get through the night first, and then we’ll see what we can do tomorrow.” Natasha gently stroked Lily’s hair, feeling a strong protective instinct for the child who had already been through so much. “We’re here for you, Lily. You’re not alone.”
In the quiet of the night, as Lily finally fell asleep in the next room, you and Natasha shared a silent moment of reflection. You had stepped into this role out of necessity, but now it felt like more. You were no longer just neighbors or friends; you were a family, brought together by circumstances and bound by love. And as long as you had each other, you knew you could face any challenges that lay ahead.
The visit to the hospital the next day went as well as could be hoped for in such a situation. Lily clung to her mother, her small body finally relaxing in the comforting arms of Rachel, and Rachel, though bruised and exhausted, smiled brighter than Natasha and you had ever seen. There was still a long road ahead of them, but the worst seemed to be over.
Three days later, Rachel was discharged. As the evening wore on, you and Natasha returned home, your house now quieter without Lily’s youthful energy. The night had gently fallen over the neighborhood, and a sense of calm finally settled in after the emotional whirlwind of the past few days. After getting ready for bed, you found yourselves lying close together, the soft light of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room. Your hands were intertwined, both of you lost in thought.
You broke the silence first, your voice gentle. “You were amazing with Lily, Nat. You really helped her through something so terrible.” Natasha turned her head slightly to look into your eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “I just wanted to make sure she was safe. She’s a strong little girl, but no one should have to go through what she did.”
You nodded, your gaze softening as you brushed a strand of hair from Natasha’s face. “You have such a strong protective instinct. That’s one of the things I love most about you.” Natasha’s smile faded a little, and she looked away, her eyes clouded with memories she rarely let surface. You, always sensitive to her moods, hesitated before speaking again.
“Nat..h-have you ever thought about..starting a family of our own?” you asked quietly, your voice filled with both hope and caution. Natasha held her breath for a moment, feeling her heart tighten. She had always known this conversation would come eventually, but now that you had voiced it, it felt even more real. She took a deep breath before answering, her voice calm but tinged with deep pain.
“You know that I…The Red Room made sure that..” Your heart aching at the thought of all the horrors Natasha had endured, and the irreversible damage done to her body. It was a subject Natasha rarely spoke about, and you had always respected that, never pushing, because you knew how deeply the pain ran. “I know, Nat.." you said softly, holding her hand a little tighter. “But..family doesn’t have to be just biological. Look at what we’ve done for Lily in just a few days. You were there for her like a mother would be. And I think..I think you’d make an incredible mom. And..if it’s okay to say this..But what if I get pregnant?”
Natasha looked into your eyes, her green eyes reflecting the inner battle she was fighting. “But what if..what if I can’t do it? What if I can’t be what a child needs? I’ve spent my whole life fighting, Y/n. I’m not sure I even know how to be..normal.”
You smiled, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, Natasha. That’s exactly why I love you. And being parents doesn’t mean we have to be perfect. It means loving, protecting, and doing our best.” Natasha’s heart ached with a mix of longing and fear. The thought of having a family, of creating something good and whole out of the broken pieces of her past, was both terrifying and tempting. But as she looked into your eyes, she felt a warmth, a hope she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.
“Do you really think we could do it?” Natasha asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. You nodded, your eyes shining with love and certainty. “Yes, I do. And we’d do it together, just like we do everything else. We don’t have to decide right now, but..I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about it. And I would want to do it with you.”
Natasha was silent for a long moment, letting the idea settle in her heart. It was a difficult topic, one that opened old wounds, but your unwavering support gave her the courage to at least consider it. Finally, Natasha nodded slightly, her grip on your hand tightening just a little. “Maybe..maybe one day. I don’t know if I’m ready yet, but..I’d like to think about it. With you.”
You smiled, your heart swelling with even more love for the woman beside you. “That’s all I could ever want, Nat..Everything in its own time.” The two of you lay there in silence for a while, holding each other close, the weight of the conversation gradually giving way to a deep, comforting sense of connection. Outside, the night was quiet and peaceful, and inside, in the warmth of your love, the future seemed a little less daunting. As Natasha closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat under her hand, she allowed herself to dream of a future where the two of you could build a family together. It was a new and unfamiliar dream, but with you by her side, it no longer seemed impossible. And with you beside her, she knew you could face whatever the future had in store for you both.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 (𝐈𝐌)𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓.𝐈𝐈 ✦ 𝐂𝐋¹⁶
SUMMARY: Charles Leclerc, a Formula 1 star, faces the decline of his reputation after breaking up with art curator Alexandra Saint Mleux. Under pressure from his team, he is forced into a fake relationship with one of the most popular influencers of the moment. NOTES: English is not my first language, so there might be some writing mistakes. I apologize for that, and feel free to point out any improvements. WC: 1.9k WARNING: teasing, fake relationship
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The next morning, Charles was already regretting it. Or maybe just annoyed. Or both. He hadn’t decided yet. The truth was, the plan had started before he was even awake.
“Did you like her photo?” Lorenzo asked, barging into the room without knocking.
“Good morning to you too,” Charles replied, throwing a pillow at his brother.
“Charles, I’m serious. Did you?”
“Which photo? She posts like fifty a day.”
Lorenzo sighed and handed his phone to his brother. On the screen, Y/N’s latest post glowed—a seemingly casual photo but so flawlessly composed it was impossible not to notice the meticulous planning behind it.
“Liked it yet?” Lorenzo pressed, pointing at the heart button.
Charles mumbled something unintelligible but tapped the button anyway.
“There. Done. Now let me sleep.”
But it wasn’t done. The second his like went live, the internet worked its obsessive magic. Gossip accounts picked up on the move almost immediately. “Charles Leclerc likes Y/N’s photo. Coincidence or something more?”
Meanwhile, across the city, Y/N was sitting in a chic café, laughing quietly as her phone blew up with notifications.
“They’re fast, huh?” she commented to her best friend, Clara, who was rolling her eyes as she stirred her cappuccino.
“Are you actually enjoying this?” Clara asked, sounding a little skeptical.
“It’s not about enjoying it. It’s a job.” Y/N shrugged, though the smirk on her lips said otherwise.
Charles was never a fan of hosting dinners at home. He was more of a fine-dining restaurant kind of guy—or, when no one was looking, fast food in his car. But tonight, his apartment had turned into Sofia’s mission control.
He opened the door still in sweatpants, his hair a mess, and looking just a little tired.
“You look like a teenager,” was the first thing Y/N said as she walked in, holding a bag of desserts.
“And you always look ready for a runway,” he shot back, taking in her flawless outfit: skinny jeans, a white cropped tee, and sneakers—casual but calculated.
“Thanks. I practice.”
She waltzed in, ditching her shoes near the door and taking in the space. His apartment was minimalist but not soulless. Trophies were scattered across a shelf, abstract art he clearly didn’t choose hung on the walls, and a big couch dominated the living room, probably the epicenter of his social life.
“Do you actually live here? I expected it to be… messier,” she remarked, flopping onto the couch.
“If it were messier, you’d complain. If it were tidier, you’d say it’s fake. So, please, tell me the exact level of chaos that would make you happy.”
“You’re starting to figure me out,” she said with a laugh.
The dinner, as it turned out, was delivery that took so long to arrive they were already brainstorming the next steps of the plan before eating. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, her laptop open and notes scattered across the coffee table.
“Okay, we need something for the first public appearance. Nothing too obvious, but not so subtle that people miss the point.”
Charles, slouched on the couch, watched as she spoke, distracted by the businesslike tone she used.
“Do you talk this seriously all the time, or is it just when you’re in work mode?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand.
“This is serious, Leclerc,” she replied without looking up. “If you want to salvage your reputation, you’re going to have to trust me.”
He sighed, knowing she was right.
“Our first appearance could be next week, just before the Monaco race weekend. We could stroll around the streets in your car or stop at a café,” she suggested. “It’ll look casual, but everyone will notice.”
“What if we just let the rumors do their thing?” he tried.
“Because that would be too easy for you.” Y/N finally looked up. “You need to give people a reason to believe this story. And I’m very convincing.”
At that moment, the delivery arrived. Charles went to grab it while Y/N rearranged the table to make it look casually perfect.
“Let’s start small,” she said, stretching her arm out to snap a photo. He watched as she worked, following her directions like a puppet.
“This will drive people crazy,” she commented, showing him the image before posting it.
The picture showed Charles’s hand holding a wine glass and part of his torso. On the table between them sat two pizzas.
Charles rolled his eyes. “You’re good at this, I’ll admit.”
“Not just good—excellent,” she corrected.
As they ate, the tension between them grew more noticeable. While they discussed details like when she’d start appearing in the paddock, the teasing didn’t stop.
“Do you think people will actually believe I fell for you?” he asked, smirking.
“If I can pretend to find you interesting, people can believe anything,” she shot back, taking a bite of pizza.
He laughed. “Interesting? I thought you were having fun.”
“I’m a great actress,” she said, giving him a playful wink.
“Now we need more pictures,” Y/N said after a while, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Something a bit more… intimate.”
“More?” Charles sighed, clearly exhausted. “Wasn’t that last one enough?”
“Of course not! People need to believe we’re in love. Think of something subtle: holding hands, your hand on my thigh… something like that.”
Charles raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile immediately forming on his lips. “For someone who made the ‘no touching’ rule, you seem pretty eager for this. Trying to relive that night at the club?”
The comment was bold, but Y/N didn’t even blink. She simply stared at him for a moment, her calm almost irritating, before replying, “What night, Leclerc? You must be confusing me with one of your dreams.”
He chuckled, but there was something about the way she brushed off the topic that left him unsettled. After all, she had walked out that night without a word, pretending like nothing had happened. And it still nagged at him.
Unbothered, Y/N stood up and moved to the couch behind them, sitting like someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
“Come here. You need to sit next to me,��� she ordered, patting the spot beside her on the couch.
Charles raised an eyebrow but stood up, following her instructions without protest. “What do I need to do now, boss?”
Y/N firmly took his hand and placed it on her thigh. With her other hand, she adjusted her phone’s camera.
“You just need to sit still,” she said, winking at him before snapping the picture. “Look, it turned out so cute!”
She showed him the result, a satisfied smile lighting up her face.
He glanced at the photo, then back at her. “You seem pretty excited about this. I’m starting to think I’m not the only one dreaming here.”
Y/N let out a small laugh, ignoring his comment as she went back to adjusting the photo’s filter. But Charles couldn’t help but notice: as much as she tried to stay in control, there was something in her eyes that hinted she might be enjoying this more than she let on.
Later, as they cleared the empty plates and went over the plan’s timeline, their eyes met. For a moment, silence filled the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it was heavy with something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.
“Well, this was… productive,” Y/N said, breaking the tension as she stood up to grab her bag.
“‘Productive’ is one way to put it,” he replied, following her to the door.
Once she left, Charles collapsed onto the couch and grabbed his phone. The picture she had just posted was already blowing up with comments. He liked it quietly before tossing the phone onto the table.
At the media day press conference, Charles had already memorized the answers Sofia had prepared for him. When someone asked about his personal life, he replied with a cryptic smile:
“I’ve been spending more time at home, enjoying it with people I like.”
Meanwhile, Y/N was doing her part. During an Instagram live, someone asked,
“Do you like Formula 1?”
She smiled, as if she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I didn’t think I did, but lately… I’ve been watching it more.”
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At first, I like and support the most of your work. It's well written and in a style I like. But of course, I have a little request. Diasomnia, 4, Fluff (Comedy)
You can pick on your own, if it has to be Fluff or Comedy. I am fine with the both of them.
thank you so much!
You: 1, Gargoyles: 0 || Malleus Draconia
For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "I'm NOT jealous" ; Genre: Comedy
You loved Malleus. Truly. But there was only so much gargoyle trivia a person could endure before losing their mind.
Currently, he was waxing poetic about the symmetry of a gargoyle he'd seen in the Valley of Thorns, his eyes sparkling like he was confessing his first love.
“…and the way its wings curve? Utterly sublime. A craftsmanship that transcends time. Wouldn’t you agree?”
So then, in a fit of mischief, you said it. The words that would send your entire week spiraling into chaos:
“Sometimes I think you love gargoyles more than me.”
Silence.
The air grew thick. The moon dimmed. Somewhere, Sebek probably sneezed dramatically in the distance.
Malleus turned to you slowly, his expression one of deep betrayal. “What did you just say?”
“It’s a joke, Malleus,” you said, already regretting everything.
But he ignored you, his brows furrowing in the way that meant your next week was about to get very strange. “You think I love gargoyles more than you?”
“I don’t! That’s why it’s a joke!” you said quickly, waving your hands for emphasis.
But he wasn’t listening. Oh no, the great Prince of the Briar Valley had entered “dramatic spiral” mode.
“This cannot stand,” he said, already pacing like he was strategizing for war. “You must understand the depth of my affection. Gargoyles are… significant, yes. But you… you are far more important.”
“That’s nice, Malleus, but—”
“No! You must be convinced.”
The next morning, you woke up to chaos. Your dorm was… infested.
Stone gargoyles. Everywhere.
On your desk. Perched on your windowsill. One was even sitting in your chair, looking smug.
“MALLEUS!” you screeched, running out into the hallway only to find him waiting there, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Do you see?” he said, gesturing proudly at the invasion. “I have brought my gargoyle collection to you. I share my deepest loves only with those who matter most. Surely now you understand your place in my heart.”
You pointed wildly at the stone monstrosities. “HOW DOES THIS PROVE ANYTHING?!”
Malleus blinked, tilting his head. “You said I love gargoyles more than you, so I have shared them with you. This is logical."
“This is UNHINGED.”
“And yet,” he countered smoothly, “you are still more radiant than they.”
You were so stunned by his sincerity that you almost forgot you were still yelling. Almost.
It got worse.
Malleus started comparing you to gargoyles.
“Your posture rivals that of the Archguard Protector in Thornmere Castle,” he mused as you sat at lunch.
“I don’t even know what that means!”
“And your smile,” he continued dreamily, “could put the Stone Warden’s eternal vigil to shame.”
You buried your face in your hands, debating your life choices.
The next day, you walked into Ramshackle dorm only to find your living room covered in… gargoyle carvings?
“Malleus, what—”
“These,” he announced grandly, stepping forward with a flourish, “are gifts. I carved them myself to show you how much I cherish you. Each one represents a moment that I value in our time together.”
You stared at the gargoyle army invading your living space, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or faint. “You realize this still doesn’t actually prove anything, right?”
He frowned. “But you said—”
“I was joking!”
Malleus tilted his head, confused. “So… you are not jealous of the gargoyles?”
You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “No, I’m not jealous of the gargoyles! I was making a joke!”
His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wasn’t entirely convinced. “You seemed very sincere.”
“I wasn’t!”
“But you—”
“I wasn’t!”
Malleus sighed, looking truly distressed. “Then how am I to express my feelings for you if not through grand gestures? Do you not like the gargoyles I made?”
Your heart softened at his genuine concern, but you couldn’t let this go on. “Malleus, I don’t need you to prove anything. I know you like me. You could have just said so.”
“But actions speak louder than words,” he replied solemnly.
You burst out laughing, and Malleus looked at you as if you’d grown a second head.
“You are losing your mind,” he muttered, crossing his arms.
“Oh, I’m the one losing my mind?” you said through giggles.
Malleus nodded. “Clearly. Perhaps you have spent too much time with Lilia.”
That only made you laugh harder, and eventually, Malleus joined in, though he still looked confused about what, exactly, was so funny.
In the end, you kept one of the gargoyle carvings—the smallest one—as a memento. The rest? They mysteriously vanished overnight. You didn’t ask questions.
But the next time Malleus started talking about gargoyles, you kept your jokes to yourself.
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★ PROTECTIVE MODE ─── NK¹⁰ ft. UCONN WBB MANAGER
❪ requested -> "can we have a tiny lil short story where manager barely got any sleep the night before an away game and nika gets to sit next to her and manager just fully passes tf out on her😭" ❫
─ pairing | nika muhl x fem!reader
─ warnings | nothing but fluff! usual kk and p activities, protective nika, some banter, nothing else
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THE BUS RIDE was quieter than usual, everyone still exhausted from the game they had played last night.
You woke up with a pounding headache, you weren't sure why but you could barely even think. Nika had her hand on your waist as she led you carefully into the bus and sat next to you quickly, ignoring KK and Paige's protests.
"Bro, you sat next to her on the way here, it's our turn-" Paige swiftly shut her mouth when she met Nika's glare, sitting down quietly next to KK. "Okay, whatever."
"She's my girlfriend," Nika stated firmly, her tone brooking no argument as she adjusted herself in the seat, making sure you were settled comfortably beside her. Despite the throbbing in your head, her touch was soothing, and you leaned into her slightly, grateful for her support.
The other girls exchanged glances, amusement flickering in their eyes. They knew better than to challenge Nika when she was in protective mode, especially when it came to you.
You leaned into Nika's comforting presence, grateful for her steady support. The pounding headache dulled slightly as you closed your eyes, trying to block out the throbbing pain. Nika's hand remained on your waist, a silent reassurance that she was there for you, even amidst the chaos of the bus ride.
Nika smiled softly as she rubbed your arm. "You wanna sleep, my love?"
"No, aren't you tired?" You mumbled softly as you sat up.
Nika chuckled softly, her eyes warm with affection as she gazed at you. "I'm never too tired to take care of you, sweetheart."
She knew how much you sacrificed for the team, always putting others before yourself. It was just like you to worry about her exhaustion when you were the one who needed rest the most.
When you two started dating, she made her ultimate mission to be take care of you knowing how much you gave to everyone else. Nika understood the weight of your responsibilities as manager, often shouldering burdens that went usually go unnoticed by the others.
From that moment on, she became your rock, always there to support you through the long practices, the late-night strategy sessions, and the inevitable highs and lows of the basketball season. Whether it was offering a listening ear after a tough loss or simply holding you close during moments of exhaustion, Nika was unwavering in her devotion to you.
"Baby," Nika gazed at you, her eyes serious. "Lay down and relax, it's okay. I'm fine, I need to do some homework anyway," her voice was stern as a small smile began to play at the corners of her lips.
With a gentle but firm hand, she guided you back into your seat, urging you to lean back and close your eyes. You hesitated for a moment, wanting to protest, but the exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, and Nika's insistence was hard to ignore.
Reluctantly, you followed her guidance, allowing yourself to sink into the plush seat and finally let your guard down. Nika smiled softly, her fingers trailing lightly over your forehead as she brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face.
"Thank you," you whispered, gratitude swelling in your chest.
Nika leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Anytime, my love. Now rest. I'll be right here when you wake up."
A few moments later, Nika glanced at you to see that you had fallen asleep. She smiled to herself at how fast you had passed out, her gaze filled with admiration as she watched over you with a tender affection. In the stillness of the bus, surrounded by the quiet breathing of your teammates and the soft rumble of the engine, Nika's heart swelled with love for you.
"Simp," she heard Paige whisper to her left, earning a giggle from KK.
Nika couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head, "Be quiet, you're gonna wake her up."
"No, seriously shut the fuck up, you know how she gets when someone wakes her up from nap time," Ice's voice echoed quietly from behind them.
The entire team exchanged glances before quickly falling silent. They knew all too well the consequences of disturbing your much-needed rest, especially after an exhausting game.
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rafe cameron as a f1 driver & reader is wag 😆😆
BEFORE THE RACE — Rafe Cameron
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Pairing: F1 Driver!Rafe & WAG!Female Reader
Content: it's all fluff and cute
Word Count: 675
Aliyah's Notes: i kind of really like this tbh 😭 if you want me to make it longer or in a different format im up for it
The night before the race was always the same—tension thick in the air, the hum of anticipation surrounding you both. You sat beside Rafe in the quiet of your hotel room, the city lights flickering outside the window like distant stars. He was deep in thought, going over his race strategy for the hundredth time. His persona had shifted into focus mode, the weight of the race ahead pressing down on him.
You weren’t new to this—being with Rafe meant getting used to the rituals, the quiet moments before a storm of roaring engines and flashing cameras. You knew that tomorrow wasn't about you, but about the man beside you, the Formula 1 driver who could outpace anything or anyone.
His eyes, though still carrying that familiar spark, held a seriousness you rarely saw. He’d always been impulsive, driven by passion and instinct, but this was different. This was the calm before the chaos. He wasn’t the man you saw on magazine covers, all cocky smiles and smirks. Tonight, he was just Rafe—your Rafe.
You watched him for a moment, your heart swelling with pride. “You nervous?” you asked, your voice gentle.
Rafe chuckled, a soft sound, his lips curling into a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not nervous. Just… focused,” he replied, though you could see the faint furrow between his brows.
You shifted closer to him on the couch, curling your legs beneath you. “You’ll crush it tomorrow. You always do.”
He met your gaze, the familiar warmth in his eyes returning for a brief moment. “I’ll try to. But… can you remind me after the race how much I hate interviews?”
You laughed softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm/bicep. “You say that every time, but you love the spotlight.”
“Love it and hate it, both at the same time.” He grinned, but his fingers tightened around your thigh. “I’ll be fine, though. It’s just another race.”
You knew better than to reply back. The pressure of racing had a way of getting to him, no matter how confident he appeared. “If you need a distraction, you know I’m happy to be one.”
Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “A distraction, huh?”
“Don’t get any ideas,” you teased, nudging him playfully. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the race. He often turned to you in the quiet moments before a race, his grounding presence helping him settle the nerves that no one saw. You’d become his safe space, the place where the chaos of his world melted away.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re my favorite kind of distraction, you know that?”
A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of his voice, low and teasing, but you pushed the feeling aside. “You’ve got this, Rafe. Just… focus. Don’t let anyone get in your head.”
He leaned back, pulling you with him so you could lie against his chest. The weight of his heart beating beneath your ear was both comforting and overwhelming. “You always know what to say, pretty girl,” he murmured.
You rested your head against him, letting the moment stretch out. The world outside was already buzzing with excitement for the race tomorrow, but here, in this quiet, stolen moment, it was just the two of you—Rafe, the driver, and you, the woman who loved him, ready to stand by him through whatever came next.
“Go get ’em tomorrow,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
Rafe’s hand slipped into your hair, pulling you closer. “I’ll race for you, you know.”
It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the track or the thrill of the competition that kept him going—it was the unspoken promise between the two of you, a promise that no matter what happened tomorrow, you’d both make it through together.
Tomorrow, he’d race. But tonight, you’d hold him in the calm before the storm. And, somehow, that felt like the most important race of all.
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Rodger and Glisten
I’ve been playing Rodger recently to get Main research but I prefer Glisten a lot more, and I find his extraction dialogue a lil amusing considering Glisten’s better at extracting than him. Also I feel like they’re both just as competitive as each other, but Glisten just shows it more.
Would higher extraction speed mean Glisten is smarter or stronger than Rodger? He’s not the best at skill checks and I’d never use the magnifying glass and award combo for him but he can turn the wheel on the machine better than everyone else except Vee.
Also omg if anyone with good luck wants to do a main hunt lemme know, I haven’t found a main at all in 2 days, and I have 43% Shelly research I really want herrr
Any of the mains really but Shelly’s cute and I think she’s super useful with her abilities, skill check stat and trinket. Then I want Sprout and Pebble after.
Also, rant time despite not actually being mad or annoyed or anything, actually it’s kinda funny:
Why does everyone just drop like flies on the first floor. Like, god damn, a full lobby of 8 people and it drops to 2 or 3. It won’t even be filled with noobs either, like, they’d all have toons that require them have experience at the game, like Gigi, Teagan and Goob, but chaos ensues. Like, all of a sudden, nobody can hide, everyone’s being chased and I’m just there watching and hearing everyone die and just like that, either I’m completely on my own or with 2-3 other people. Having only 1 or 2 people die on the first floor is so rare for me for no reason.
I also had another Rodger call us all stupid idiots for ‘not planning a run better’ because the distractor died floor 2 and they died at the very start of floor 3 and had 1 heart.
Which, first of all, we can’t plan a run with a) not knowing people’s specific skills since they’re all strangers, just their toons, and b) everyone fighting to get to an elevator, meaning the toons we like might not even get in because a noob or a toon we just like less gets in.
And, second of all, if you NEED a distractor to survive floor 3, play some solo games or a normal run, not one that is meant to be long, cause clearly you need to work on some things. If it were just mistakes or bad luck (which happen a lot to me) that’d be perfectly fine, but not relying on a distractor to exist just to survive and completely dropping your guard just because there’s a distractor. Get some skills at that rate.
Also, distractors, I love you so so so much and appreciate all you do, but please sprint a lil sometimes, every time I see the twisteds running so close to the distractor I get scared of them turning at some points, accidentally running into something or someone, or Panic Mode happening, because those catch a lot of people out, including me when I’ve played distractor Tisha and Razzle (yes, with both the plush and shoes, you’d never catch me playing distractor without both of those), and every time, I see those same distractors that don’t run every now and then for a lil more distance get hit.
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A Birthday to Remember
Pairing : Taehyung x reader.
Word count : 1.8k words
Summary : For Taehyung's Birthday you get him a watch and let him contort you in different positions on the bed ;)
Trigger warning : dirty talk, cunnilingus, sex, breeding kink, begging, vaginal penetration, impregnation kink.
Authors note : I'm sorry this is coming out when his birthday is almost over but I've been struggling to juggle writing while studying for my finals. ANYWAYS I hope you like it. Also I'm sorry if this isn't as good because it's hard to imagine tae sexually. Anyways enough rambling. ENJOY!!!
Taehyung was suspicious.
The living room was unusually clean, his friends had been acting a bit too normal, and you had spent the whole day texting instead of showering him with attention. Something was up.
Still, he played along, letting the strange energy slide. After all, it was his birthday, and he figured he’d be rewarded for his patience.
When he stepped into his apartment later that evening, he was immediately greeted by loud cheers. The entire BTS crew had gathered, decorations hung from every corner, and a massive cake sat proudly on the dining table. You stood in the middle of the chaos, wearing your mischievous grin—the one that made his heart race.
“Surprise!” you all yelled in unison.
Taehyung’s lips curled into a wide smile, his suspicion fading. “You guys… this is amazing. Thank you.”
Jungkook slung an arm around him. “Come on, birthday boy. You really thought we’d let your special day go unnoticed?”
The night was full of laughter, food, and playful chaos, as expected with this group. Taehyung basked in the attention, but his eyes kept finding you across the room. There was something about the way you were looking at him—like you had a secret—and it made his pulse quicken.
As the night wound down and the boys began clearing up, you approached him, holding a neatly wrapped box.
“Your gift,” you said, handing it over.
He raised an eyebrow, already intrigued. “Is this what you’ve been hiding all day?”
You shrugged, your lips curling into a smirk. “Sort of. Open it.”
He tore into the paper, revealing a sleek designer watch. “Wow, this is beautiful,” he said, sliding it onto his wrist. But as he admired it, something slipped out of the box—a Polaroid.
His eyes widened as he picked it up. The image was unmistakably you, lounging on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts—strategically unbuttoned. Scrawled on the back were the words: "Watch carefully. That watch isn’t the only gift for you."
His throat went dry, and his gaze darted to you. You simply winked, whispering, “Get home early tonight.”
Before he could process the message, Jin clapped him on the back. “Alright, birthday boy, time for round two!”
“Round two?” Taehyung asked, confused.
The boys laughed as Jungkook and Jimin each grabbed one of his arms, dragging him toward the door. “Club time, baby!”
Taehyung groaned. “But I—”
“No buts!” Namjoon cut in. “We planned this weeks ago. You’re going to have the best birthday ever.”
He glanced back at you, desperation in his eyes, but you just waved him off with a sly smile.
The club was exactly what Taehyung expected: loud music, flashing lights, and way too many people. His heart wasn’t in it, though. All he could think about was the Polaroid and the promise it held.
The boys were in full party mode, and even he couldn’t help but enjoy a few rounds of drinks and some dancing. Still, every time his phone buzzed, he hoped it was a message from you.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he managed to slip away. “I’m heading out,” he told Yoongi, who nodded lazily, nursing his drink.
Taehyung practically sprinted up the stairs to his apartment, his heart racing. He fumbled with his keys before finally getting the door open.
The lights were dimmed, and soft music played in the background. On the coffee table was a small tray with two glasses of wine.
“Y/N?” he called, his voice husky.
“In here,” you replied from the bedroom.
He followed your voice, and when he stepped inside, his breath caught. You were perched on the edge of the bed, wearing the same shirt from the Polaroid—only this time, there was no camera between you two.
“Happy Birthday,” you said softly, your eyes glinting with mischief.
He didn’t waste a second, crossing the room in a few strides and pulling you into his arms. “You’re evil, you know that?” he murmured against your neck.
You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. “And yet you love me for it.”
“Desperately,” he admitted, his voice thick with want. “Now, about that other gift…”
You leaned back, giving him a sultry look. “Why don’t you unwrap it and find out?”
He grinned, his fingers already working on the buttons of the shirt. As the fabric fell away, he let out a low whistle. “You really went all out for me.”
“Only the best for the birthday boy,” you teased, pulling him down onto the bed.
His lips found yours, the kiss starting slow but quickly escalating. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch as if it were the first time.
“You’re unbelievable,” he whispered against your skin.
“And you’re overdressed,” you shot back, tugging at his shirt. And pulling him down on the bed straddling him, “someone's excited” tae said as he pressed his lips against you . The kiss started out sweet slowly quickening with their breaths
Taehyung didn't let you pull away from the kiss. He relished leaving you breathless from his kiss. He bit your bottom lip tugging at it as his tongue swiftly entered your mouth as you gasped, exploring each and every inch like it was his first time tasting something so sweet.
“Fuck you taste so good babe” he heaved as he pinned you against the bed leaving open mouthed kisses all over your jaw and neck, “gonna mark you all over baby” he said as he sucked small bites on your neck focusing on your sweet spot making you whimper.
You bite the side of his neck and pull him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist. You hastily pull off his jacket and shirt, snagging the shirt in the process making him giggle. “So fucking hungry for my cock baby” he cooed as she blushed “can't help it my babies so fuckin’ delicious”
Tae practically ripped the shirt off you as he flipped you over and lifted your ass up spread in your legs slightly. He dips one of his ridiculously long fingers inside your hole making a small whimper fall from your lips.
“Fuck baby…you're so wet I could probably fuck you stupid without any forplay” he giggled lowly as he added another finger and started thrusting them in and out making you moan. “Tae…a-also tonight…I'll let you do anything…anything” you moaned and his eyebrows quirked up at that as he sneaked his hands in your hair and pulled you up, grabbing a handful of your hair.
“Anything baby?” He asked, his voice low and he whispered it in your ear. “Yes.. anything” you replied in a pathetic shaky voice making him smirk and fasten his pace and add a third finger, “ahn…too mu-much tae” you whimpered, “yes but you were the one who could say I could do anything right kitty” he whispered as he peppered sweet kisses all over your shoulders and nap. “Who knows maybe tonight I'll fuck a baby or two into your soppy cunt” you moaned at that. Tae and you both had a really bad breeding kink.
“O-oh god yes..ahn been w-wanting one for a wh-while now hah—” you moaned, blissed out at the thought of being swollen with his kids and him driving his fingers in you. “oh I'm sure you have…my dirty dirty girl” he mused
“Yes yes I have—ahn! So-so what don't you nngh drop your pants and put your nice and long cock inside me? Hm I'll be so good tonight..I promise please” you beg, making him giggle “oh my darling little kitty is just so used to beggin’ huh” he giggled—
“Want my cock so badly baby? Want me to fill you up with my cum and make sure you're knocked up by tomorrow?”
“Yes God please YES!”
He chuckled and let your hair go, pulling his fingers out right as you were about to cum “that's right baby, I'm your god. Moan for me” he grinned, landing a harsh slap on your already swollen clit pulling out a pathetic whimper out of you.
He unbuckled his belt and peeled his pants off and his socks off knowing how much she hated socks during sex and got on top of her pulling her legs up and resting them on his shoulders as he slowly rubbed your clit with his thick taupe tip.
“Mhmm no teasing taetae…been so needy the whole day” she begged and he let out a small gasp at the way your clit throbbed everytime he rubbed the tip of his cock against it.
“Is that so baby?” He asked as he slowly started pushing his cock in. He went in inch by inch slowly making sure you feel the burn of him sliding his entire cock into you.
“Does that feel better baby?” He groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and you just nod, mind too filled with words to say anything. He slowly started moving, maintaining a steady pace. Teasing you , making you whine for him to go faster and he gladly obliged. He went faster and faster, pounding against your G spot, just the way you liked it.
“Fu-fuck is that good baby? Does that feel good? Feeling me fuck my cock into your tight— argh so-so fucking tight hngh cunt like this?” He moaned as he pounded into her.
“YES! Yes I love it so so so much! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck please aHN gonna cum tae!” You screamed, clutching his back, scratching it up as he knelt down to kiss you. Sucking on your bottom lip.
“Yes shush shh baby dw..I'll cum nice and deep inside you” he kissed her and moved down to sick your tits, making you moan as slammed inside you.
He groaned your name as he thrusted deep inside you, painting your walls white as you clench around him cumming hard. Panting as he thrusted slowly as he softened, helping you ride your orgasms out.
He slumped on top of you slightly as he pulled out and laid down beside you, catching his breath while cradling you.
Few minutes pass by as you both calm down. You squeak as he pulls you on top of him again, “eh-eh what are you doing?” You stutter, “you seriously didn't think i was done with you right?” He smirked, pulling you down into an open mouthed kiss.
The night went on like this as he fucked you into the mattress in different positions all night.
The sun streamed through the curtains as Taehyung stirred awake, a satisfied smile on his face. You were curled up beside him, your hair a mess and his watch dangling loosely on your wrist.
“Best birthday ever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You opened one eye, smirking. “Told you that watch wasn’t the only gift.”
He laughed, pulling you closer. “I don’t need anything else as long as I have you.”
#bts smut#bts x reader#park jimin#jimin smut#fluff#namjoon#bts army#bts jin#bts jungkook#taehyung x reader#taehyung x you#taehyung smut#kim taehyung#taehyung#birthday#breeding k1nk#impregnation kink#fantasy
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alexia putellas fic recs (5)
𖤛 hi everyone!! these weren't gonna fit into my monthly recs for may, so i've decided to make #5 for putellas 𖤛
⚘ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ⚘
֍ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ֍
◈ if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ◈
◞†◟ pre-parental panic ! by @putellasawfc alexia putellas x pregnant!reader | injury whilst pregnant, but nothing serious in the end & there’s a happy ending, words: 5.8k
-attending another game in support of your fiancée, everything should’ve gone smoothly. but chaos ensues when an ignorant security guard gets a little too handsy.
◞†◟ second time's the charm by @woso-dreamzzz alexia putellas x reader | fluff
-you and your kind of ex-wife
◞†◟ sharing the weight of fears by @hiitsm alexia putellas x reader | angst, fluff & comfort.
-you and alexia navigate a tender moment when you reveal a worrying change in your health.
◞†◟ in safe arms by ^ alexia putellas x reader | a little bit of angst, small mentions of undetailed childhood trauma, fluff, comfort
-when your body goes back to survival mode, alexia is there to help you get through it.
◞†◟ heartfelt moments by ^ alexia putellas x reader | pure fluff
-your girlfriend helps you completing a milestone in your heart operation recovery process
◞†◟ soft touches by ^ alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+, fluff
-you lay half atop your girlfriend’s body, her back pressed against the bed, looking so beautifully serene.
◞†◟ superstar by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | inspired by the song superstar by MARINA
-alexia misses you after a rough away game when you aren't there to comfort her.
◞†◟ it’s not what you know, it’s who you know by @muffinpink02 alexia putellas x reader | SMUT, 18+ fingering, strap, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, restraint and more, 12k+
-your best friend has invited you to be a plus one for an award show for women’s sports. you don’t have a clue about sport, so when a certain blonde comes and flirts with you, you can’t help but flirt back. but can she keep your attention?
◞†◟ hands by ^ alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+
-you loved days like these, they were rare and far between. just you and alexia spending time together.
◞†◟ i like the way you kiss me by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | minors dni, 18+, smut warning
-alexia likes things the way they are, so you try your best to do so as well.
◞†◟ turned on by ^ alexia putellas x reader
-a night out forces you and alexia to finally do something about your obvious attraction to one another.
◞†◟ my soul, it did decide! by @ceesimz mom!alexia putellas x parentreader | fluff, angst
-adjusting to life with a child was as daunting as expected; having a whole human being depend on you was quite possibly the most terrifying thing in the world.
◞†◟ alexia's favorite breakfast by @httpswritings alexia putellas x reader | 0.4k, smut
-“ale, i'm going to be late.”
“no, you're not. i'll be quick.”
◞†◟ family barbecue by @ellatoone7 mom!alexia putellas x parent!reader | fluff
-family barbecues are the girl's new favourite thing
◞†◟ no time for losers by @girlgenius1111 alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+
-everyone saw alexia's goal celebration. only you got to see [and participate in] the match celebrations later that night.
◞†◟ overworked by ^ alexia putellas x putellas!reader | panic attacks, hospitalization, drug use [very mild]
-reader is struggling with being a full time student & playing for barça, and being alexia putellas' sister. she turns to some unhealthy methods to cope, and her sister is not pleased when she finds out.
◞†◟ instincts by ^ parent!alexia putellas x parent!reader | angst + fluff
-having a newborn is, notoriously, not easy. it catches up to you. alexia is there to pick up the pieces and make sure you know how loved you are.
◞†◟ my kink is karma by @pitchsidestories alexia putellas x reader | 1.6k
-champions League nights were always magical, no matter who the opponent was.
◞†◟ too hot to handle by @p0orbaby alexia putellas x reader | a smidge of heatstroke, and a collapse, how fun, 0.8k
-alexia doesn’t want the past to repeat itself
◞†◟ actions have consequences by ^ alexia putellas x reader | 0.5k
-you take the walk of shame to a very uncomfortable level
◞†◟ goalscorer by @wileys-russo alexia putellas x reader | fluff
-you weren't sure whose hand would break first, yours or albas, with the way you both had a death grip on one another as the extra time slowly ticked down to zero and it felt as though the entire stadium held its breath.
✦ dividers by @cafekitsune, @plutism, @saradika-graphics ✦
#fic recs#woso#woso x reader#smut#woso imagines#barca femeni#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas#alexia x reader
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Hello I am a huge fan of this fanfic your doing, but can I please request, the grid watching a spicy scene of her show? Or her in a body suit type like the picture below? I think Carlos reaction would be funny
Of couse! I had so much fun writing this! My request are OPEN and feedback is always welcome.
-XoXo
The unexpected red-flag
The conference room fell into stunned silence as the rain drummed relentlessly against the windows. The TV murmured in the background, its volume turned low, but it was the soft, melodic voice of Amira Sainz that cut through the quiet.
News had spread like wildfire: Baby!Sainz, the beloved sister of Carlos, would grace the third season of the renowned Netflix series “Narcos”. The drivers, usually a rowdy bunch, now sat in hushed anticipation. For Carlos, this was more than just excitement; it was a lifeline. His sister’s return to the family was long overdue, and the chance to witness her artistic brilliance on screen made his heart swell.
Yet, their busy lives as racers left little room for leisure. Days blurred into nights, filled with data analysis and the adrenaline rush of the track. But fate intervened during the red flag at Spa, where the heavens unleashed torrents of rain. The perfect opportunity arose: why not start watching “Narcos” during this unexpected break?
Surprisingly, it was Yuki who suggested it. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he proposed the idea, met with a chorus of enthusiastic “yeah’s” and “omg, yes!” from the other drivers. Carlos and Oscar, absent at the moment, would soon join the impromptu viewing party.
And so, they embarked on their journey into the world of drug cartels, corruption, and intrigue. They skipped scenes where Amira wasn’t present, eager to witness her talent firsthand. But little did they know that the next scene would unravel secrets and twists they never anticipated.
Let's just say Amira Sainz looked good with and without clothes. Throughout her spicy scene, the drivers were so silent. They all looked at her dreamily on the TV when she kissed the guy and started taking of her clothes and-
"¡Eh, estúpidos idiotas! ¿Qué demonios estáis haciendo? ¡¿Por qué demonios estáis viendo a mi hermana desvestirse?!" questioned an angry Carlos. As soon as he saw his little sister on the TV he went into full overprotective big brother mode.
Instantly, Logan shot back, “It’s not what it looks like,” while Fernando chimed in with a soothing “Hermano, you have to calm down.” Meanwhile, Lance attempted diplomacy: “Carlos Boy, we can talk like adults.”
The other drivers rallied, attempting to quell the hot-blooded Spanish driver. But amidst the chaos, Oscar slipped away, drawn by curiosity. He cornered Lando, who was practically bursting with excitement.
“I can’t believe I missed this. How was it?” Oscar leaned in, eager for details.
Lando’s eyes sparkled. “Oscar, you should have heard her speak Spanish. And her hair—oh, her hair falls down her back like—” His words were cut short.
“LANDO NORRIS! STOP TALKING ABOUT MY SISTER, YOU CREEP!” Carlos’s voice thundered across the room, drowning out the rain and the TV.
From the commentator box outside, a muffled sound reached their ears—a high-pitched scream. Lando Norris, usually unflappable on the track, had met his match in Carlos’s protective fury.
#carlos sainz x sister!reader#charles leclerc x reader#lewis hamilton x reader#alex albon x reader#george russell x reader#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri x reader#daniel riccardo x reader#lance stroll x reader#pierre gasly x reader#yuki tsunoda x reader#baby!sainz!sister
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♡ masterlist ♡
all of my prompts can be found here!!
updated on 1/3/25
tim drake :
tim leaves the bats , silent rebellion , a haunted hero , athena's soldier , you can't outrun the gods , tim drake turns 18 , tim drake is danny fenton , the camera crisis , the immortal weight , heartthrob conspiracy , heartthrob with loser rizz , always the almost , the reluctant savior , buried beneath laughter , accidentally taking over the world , the making of joker junior , nail artist by night , the day gotham let him go
tim drake and others :
the forgotten robins , the ultimate problem solvers , the underrated duo , tim and damian bond over pancakes , bonding over pancakes pt.2 , dad of chaos and protector of twins , tim drake is a fenton pt.1 , tim drake is a fenton pt.2 , tim drake is a fenton pt.3 , tim and danny as frozen , tim's most unhinged power move , unwilling favorite brothers , between healing and fear , finding their place , damian believes tim , shared custody with a rogue , tim gets adopted by green arrow , everyone wants to be the favorite , jason todd: dad mode activated , resident alley cat , christmas list tradition
brain dead :
tim loves like odysseus , eternal bonds , obsession meets devotion , famous danny and his secret boyfriend , gotham's most feared power couple , unspoken bonds , campus couple: football edition , campus couple: cheerleader edition , danny has fangs—tim's obsessed , tim drake turns 18, brain dead version , red hood vs. red robin, a boyfriend's dilemma , tim drake responds to thirst tweets , everyone wants to be danny's favorite , falling for the one you can't have , two lost souls , the makeup stream , from vigilante to royalty , ra's and his matchmaking skills , letters in green ink , first thanksgiving , tim moves to amity park , love and obsession , the weight of protection , a love that hurts , everyone knows they're dating , take my heart, take my name , the marriage pact , doomed together, doomed apart , tim doesn't believe in ghosts , tim drake is a halfa , what could have been , sleep-deprived tim , what they have, what they'll always be
batfam :
jason's lost voice , damian's favorite movie , duke isn't the normal one , october shenanigans , the bats go to hamilton , damian's LPS collection , halloween special
others :
percy and his technology curse
#all of my prompts can be found here!#tim drake#danny phantom#batfam#brain dead#dead tired#dc x dp#pjo#dc x epic#dc x pjo
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X-Men x Drunk!Reader (Part.2)
How they deal with their drunk s/o (Part.2)
A night out with your partner quickly turns wild as your tipsy self unleashes a little chaos around.
Characters: Wade Wilson, Cable, Hank McCoy, Colossus, Magik, Warren Worthington III, Alex Summers, Kitty Pryde, Jubilee, Psylocke, Sunspot, Lorna Dane, Domino, Dazzler & Morph
Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool
- Deadpool is absolutely thrilled by your drunk antics. The moment he notices you’re tipsy, he’s already planning a night of wild fun. He matches your energy effortlessly, encouraging every silly idea you come up with and joining in wholeheartedly. If you want to dance in the street, he’s right there, pulling off moves that are as chaotic as they are impressive.
- Your laughter and unfiltered words are music to Wade’s ears. You start complimenting him in the most exaggerated way possible, telling him he’s the funniest, hottest, most badass guy you’ve ever known. Wade pretends to be modest, fanning himself and swooning dramatically, but he’s genuinely touched by your words, even if they’re a bit slurred.
- You get the brilliant idea to dress Wade up in something ridiculous from a nearby shop, and he’s completely on board. Soon, he’s decked out in an assortment of scarves, sunglasses, and a feathery hat, posing for selfies with you. His confidence is unshakable, and the two of you end up laughing until you can’t breathe.
- When some passerby gives you a look for being loud, Wade immediately goes into “defense mode.” He makes a show of protecting your honor, using his humor and antics to both embarrass the person and make you laugh. “Nobody messes with my date,” he declares proudly, throwing an arm around you and grinning as if he just saved the day.
- At some point, you start getting sleepy, and Wade immediately notices, going from his usual zany self to surprisingly gentle. He’ll scoop you up in his arms, cracking a few jokes to make sure you’re still smiling, but his voice softens as he assures you he’ll get you home safely. You nestle into his shoulder, feeling oddly safe in his chaotic embrace.
- Once you’re home, Wade stays with you, making sure you have water and helping you settle into bed. His usual humor is still there, but there’s a quiet fondness in his actions. As he pulls the blanket over you, he murmurs, “You’re a riot, you know that?” and gives your forehead a gentle kiss before plopping himself down next to you to keep watch.
Nathan Summers aka. Cable
- Cable is instantly protective the moment he sees you’re tipsy. He’s not used to seeing you let loose like this, so he stays close, a steady presence by your side. His arm is there whenever you stumble or lean, and he keeps a watchful eye on your surroundings, not wanting anything to disturb your fun.
- You start poking fun at his serious demeanor, playfully calling him “Mr. Intense” and trying to get him to crack a smile. Despite himself, he can’t help but smirk at your efforts, even letting out a chuckle when you do an over-the-top impression of his voice. He finds your carefree attitude refreshing, even if he’s not used to it.
- Cable is a bit taken aback when you start rambling about how much you admire his strength and bravery, even calling him your “badass protector.” He’s not one for flattery, but he listens quietly, deeply moved by your words even if he doesn’t show it. He simply nods, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as you continue.
- When someone tries to chat you up or gets a bit too close, Cable doesn’t hesitate to step in. He’s intimidating without even trying, and one look from him is enough to make the person back off. He keeps you close, his hand warm and solid on your back, murmuring, “You’re safe with me,” with a conviction that melts your heart.
- As the night winds down and you start getting drowsy, Cable insists on taking you home. He’s gentle as he helps you into his arms, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling safe in his protective hold as he walks you back with steady, assured steps.
- Once you’re home, Cable makes sure you’re comfortable, fetching water and making sure you have everything you need. He stays nearby, his usual stoicism softened as he watches over you. As you start drifting off, he brushes a hand over your hair, murmuring, “Get some rest, sweetheart,” his deep voice surprisingly tender.
Hank McCoy aka. Beast
- Hank is both amused and concerned when he realizes you’re drunk, but he quickly adjusts, taking on the role of caretaker. He’s attentive, making sure you’re hydrated and offering you food, all while chuckling softly at your slightly slurred words and bright laughter. He finds your uninhibited state endearing, and it brings out his own softer side.
- You start playfully teasing Hank about his formal vocabulary, trying to mimic his mannerisms. He laughs, his eyes crinkling with genuine joy, and he can’t help but join in on the joke. “Oh, my dear, your imitation is most extraordinary,” he says with mock seriousness, and you both dissolve into laughter.
- At some point, you become fascinated by his blue fur, running your fingers through it and complimenting how “soft and majestic” he is. Hank is taken aback but incredibly touched, his cheeks flushing a bit as he watches you. He’s used to people being put off by his appearance, so your admiration means the world to him.
- When you start to stumble a bit, Hank is right there, steadying you with gentle hands. He’ll hold you close, a reassuring presence, and softly remind you to take it easy. You lean into him, feeling safe and comforted by his warmth, and he can’t help but smile as he wraps an arm around you protectively.
- Your laughter and openness make Hank feel cherished in a way he rarely allows himself to feel. When you ramble about how amazing and brilliant he is, he listens with a quiet smile, moved by your words. He’ll thank you with his usual grace, but there’s a hint of shyness in his voice as he murmurs, “You’re far too kind, my dear.”
- Once it’s time to head home, Hank stays by your side, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He’ll help you settle in, bringing you a glass of water and sitting by your side until you’re ready to sleep. As you drift off, he gently brushes a hand over your forehead, his voice soft as he promises to be there when you wake.
Piotr Rasputin aka. Colossus
- When Piotr sees you’re tipsy and a bit too carefree, he’s both amused and a little concerned. His protective instincts kick in immediately. Piotr has a heart as strong as his metallic form, so he keeps a gentle but firm hand on you, making sure you’re steady as you go about your playful antics.
- You start trying to pull him into a dance, tugging at his arm and laughing at his initial reluctance. Piotr is a bit bashful about dancing, but he can’t resist you. Soon enough, he’s twirling you around with surprising grace, his booming laughter mixing with yours as he finally lets loose, if only for you.
- As the night goes on, you start telling Piotr how incredibly handsome he is, even trying to guess just how many abs he has under that metal skin. He blushes, but he doesn’t mind your flattery one bit. He responds with a soft “Thank you, my love,” finding your compliments both sweet and funny in your tipsy state.
- When someone accidentally bumps into you a bit too roughly, Piotr is quick to step in, shielding you with his massive form. He doesn’t say a word, but his sheer presence is enough to make the other person back off. You give him a wide grin, playfully thanking your “knight in shining armor,” and he laughs, ruffling your hair.
- As you start getting sleepy, Piotr doesn’t hesitate to pick you up effortlessly, cradling you in his arms like you’re made of glass. You snuggle against his chest, murmuring contentedly, and he smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he carries you back home, a picture of pure gentleness despite his imposing size.
- Once home, Piotr makes sure you’re comfortable, bringing you water and even a snack in case you’re hungry. He tucks you into bed, his hand gentle as he brushes back your hair. He sits beside you, watching over you with a look of pure adoration. “Sleep well, moya lyubov,” he whispers, his voice soft and tender as he stays by your side until you drift off.
Illyana Rasputin aka. Magik
- Illyana is endlessly entertained by your drunk state. She’s more than a bit mischievous herself, so she finds your loosened inhibitions delightful, even egging you on with that sly smirk of hers. She subtly encourages your antics, ready to jump in if anything gets too out of hand but thoroughly enjoying the chaos you’re bringing to the night.
- You start talking about how incredible she is, praising her strength, her magic, and her beauty in a rambling but heartfelt way. Illyana is not one for sentiment, but your words surprise and touch her. She scoffs at first, pretending not to be affected, but she quietly pulls you closer, her hand lingering on your arm a bit longer than usual.
- When you start playfully trying to mimic her powers, making “magic” gestures with your hands, she laughs—a rare, genuine laugh that’s both warm and amused. She indulges you by creating a small, glowing orb of magic just to watch your reaction. Seeing your face light up with wonder makes her smirk proudly, her icy exterior melting just a little.
- If anyone dares to mess with you or give you a hard time, Illyana’s eyes narrow, and her voice takes on an unmistakably dangerous edge. She doesn’t need to do much; her mere presence is enough to send most people scrambling. She wraps an arm around you protectively, her expression daring anyone else to try something.
- As you start getting tired, Illyana simply opens a portal, whisking you both away from the noise and chaos. You end up somewhere quiet and peaceful, surrounded by the glow of her magic. She sits beside you, her hand resting on yours as you lean against her, and for once, she doesn’t feel the need to say anything.
- Once you’re home, Illyana makes sure you’re comfortable, a bit awkwardly but with genuine care. She may not be the type to dote, but she brings you water and even reads a few spells to help soothe you to sleep. As she watches over you, her usual guarded expression softens, and she gently murmurs, “You’re a fool…but you’re my fool.”
Warren Worthington III aka. Angel
- Warren is a bit taken aback by how uninhibited you are after a few drinks. He’s used to being the one people rely on, but tonight it’s clear you’re the one who needs looking after. He finds it endearing, though, and doesn’t hesitate to step into the role of caretaker, his wings folded protectively around you whenever he senses you might stumble.
- You start excitedly talking about how amazing his wings are, going on about how he’s “literally an angel.” Warren chuckles, charmed by your enthusiasm. He unfurls his wings just for you, letting you run your fingers along the soft feathers. He finds your awe adorable, and he watches you with a soft smile as you marvel at his wings.
- Warren isn’t one for public attention, so when you try to get him to dance with you, he’s a bit hesitant. But seeing how happy it would make you, he agrees, guiding you onto the dance floor. He’s graceful, his movements fluid and smooth, and he holds you close, making you feel like you’re floating on air as he twirls you around with practiced ease.
- When someone tries to flirt with you, Warren’s usually calm demeanor slips, and he’s immediately by your side, politely but firmly making it clear that you’re taken. He wraps an arm around your waist, his wings flaring slightly, a subtle but unmistakable display of possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt. You give him a playful smile, teasing him about being jealous, and he just shrugs, pulling you closer.
- As you start getting sleepy, Warren lifts you effortlessly, his wings unfurling as he carries you. The feel of being held in his arms, surrounded by his wings, is both comforting and exhilarating, and you rest your head against his shoulder, feeling like you’re in the safest place in the world as he flies you both home.
- Once you’re settled in, Warren makes sure you’re taken care of, bringing you water and a blanket. He sits beside you, one wing draped over you protectively. As you drift off, he brushes a gentle kiss across your forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, beautiful.” His soft words and the warmth of his wing create a cocoon of comfort that lulls you into the most peaceful sleep.
Alex Summers aka. Havok
- When Alex notices you’re a bit tipsy and carefree, he’s immediately on alert, but there’s also a spark of amusement in his eyes. Alex has a playful side, so he’s more than happy to keep an eye on you while letting you enjoy yourself, but he’s right there, ready to catch you if you trip or get too wild.
- You start playfully challenging him, telling him you could totally take on his energy blasts. He chuckles, teasing you back, saying, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, babe.” He eventually indulges you, showing off a small burst of his powers, and you’re captivated, clapping and cheering him on like his personal cheerleader.
- As the night goes on, you get bolder, dragging Alex onto the dance floor despite his protests. He’s a bit awkward at first but eventually warms up to the idea, twirling you around and even busting out a few moves that make you laugh. His easygoing nature shines through, and he can’t help but grin as he dances with you.
- When someone tries to flirt with you, Alex becomes fiercely protective, pulling you close and giving the person a look that says “back off.” He doesn’t need to say anything; his arm around your waist speaks volumes. You grin up at him, half teasing and half smitten, as he steers you away, his arm never leaving your side.
- Eventually, when you start to get sleepy, Alex scoops you up in his arms, carrying you with ease. He whispers jokes and light-hearted teasing in your ear, trying to keep you awake just a little longer, but it only makes you smile drowsily, snuggling against him as he carries you home.
- Once you’re safe and sound, Alex tucks you into bed, a soft smile on his face as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. He lingers a bit, watching you with a fond gaze before quietly whispering, “Sleep well, sweetheart.” His fingers trail over your hand for a moment, a gentle reassurance that he’ll be there when you wake up.
Kitty Pryde aka. Shadowcat
- Kitty finds your tipsy, carefree self incredibly adorable, and she can’t stop giggling at how playful you’ve become. She’s happy to go along with the fun, but she’s also quietly making sure you don’t get into too much trouble, always one step ahead in case you need her to phase you out of a sticky situation.
- You start going on about how awesome her phasing powers are, insisting that she has the coolest abilities of any X-Man. Kitty blushes a bit at your enthusiastic praise but secretly loves it. She phases her hand through a wall just to impress you, grinning when you gasp in awe.
- When you try to get her to dance with you, Kitty is more than willing. She’s got a playful side and loves that she can let loose with you. The two of you end up creating a goofy dance routine, laughing so hard you nearly fall over, and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of your time together.
- At one point, you jokingly challenge her to see who can walk through the most solid objects. Kitty laughs, holding your hand and phasing you both through a wall together. You’re both in fits of laughter on the other side, and she whispers, “We make a pretty unstoppable team, don’t we?”
- When you start to get a bit tired, Kitty offers to phase you back home, giving you a playful wink as she grabs your hand. The journey home feels like an adventure in itself, with her phasing you both through shortcuts and making you feel like you’re floating on air.
- Once you’re safely home, Kitty brings you some water and makes sure you’re comfortable. She sits beside you, stroking your hand softly as you start to drift off, whispering sweet little reassurances. She gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, murmuring, “Goodnight, love,” before phasing out of the room like a guardian angel.
Jubilation Lee aka. Jubilee
- Jubilee absolutely loves seeing you tipsy and carefree, and she’s all about bringing even more chaos into the night. She’s hyped up by your enthusiasm and immediately joins in, cracking jokes and egging you on with her signature mischievous grin.
- You start going on and on about how incredible her fireworks powers are, even suggesting that she put on a little light show just for you. Jubilee, of course, can’t resist, and she lets out a small burst of colorful sparkles that dance around you. She loves seeing your face light up in awe, and she gives you a little “ta-da” with a dramatic bow.
- When you both hit the dance floor, it’s pure, unfiltered chaos. Jubilee matches your energy perfectly, spinning you around, and even busting out some hilariously wild dance moves. You’re both laughing so hard you nearly collapse, and she keeps you close, her laughter echoing over the music as the two of you revel in the moment.
- Eventually, you get it in your head that you want to make everyone in the room your friend, and Jubilee happily helps you out, introducing you to random people and hyping you up. She playfully calls herself your “wingwoman,” and it’s clear that she’s enjoying every second of being part of your night’s shenanigans.
- When you start getting tired, Jubilee wraps her arm around your shoulders, guiding you out with a laugh. She creates little fireworks along the way, lighting up the path back home like a mini parade, and you can’t stop smiling at her dedication to making the night special for you.
- Once home, she grabs you some water and a snack, plopping down beside you with a grin. She keeps chatting with you, telling you funny stories and making you laugh until your sides hurt. Eventually, she tucks you in, leaning down to give you a sweet, gentle kiss on the cheek as she whispers, “Night, party animal. Sleep tight.”
Betsy Braddock aka. Pyslocke
- Betsy doesn’t mind letting loose every now and then, but seeing you so uninhibited and tipsy takes her by surprise. She’s amused and a little cautious, watching you with that poised, mysterious smile of hers. Still, she stays close, enjoying the show as you reveal your playful side, a side she rarely gets to see.
- When you start waxing poetic about how stunning she looks—even more than usual—she chuckles, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush. Betsy can’t help but be a bit flattered by your enthusiasm. She teases you about your "poetry skills," but she can tell that you mean every word, and it melts her usually guarded heart.
- You insist she show off her psychic knife, asking if she can make one for you, too. Betsy humors you by creating a small, harmless flicker of energy, making sure to keep you at a safe distance. You’re mesmerized, watching the glowing psychic blade in awe, and she finds it endearing how fascinated you are.
- When you suggest a dance, she’s initially hesitant but eventually gives in. With that elegant, graceful way of hers, Betsy leads you across the dance floor, guiding you effortlessly through the music. Even as you stumble or laugh, she’s right there, keeping you steady and making sure you have a good time.
- When someone makes an offhand comment about you, Betsy’s expression hardens instantly. She sends the person a piercing glare that’s enough to make anyone think twice, subtly standing protectively in front of you. You may not notice it in your tipsy state, but she’s got her watchful eye on everyone around, making sure you’re safe.
- Once you’re both back home, Betsy gently helps you out of your shoes, her touch tender as she cares for you. She brings you water, brushing her hand softly over your cheek as you start to drift off. Before leaving, she sits beside you, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hand, whispering a soft, “Goodnight, love,” before making her way to the door, leaving you feeling safe and cherished.
Roberto da Costa aka. Sunspot
- Roberto finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and can’t resist playing along. He’s laughing the entire time, keeping up with your energy and encouraging you with that charming, mischievous grin of his. If there’s anyone who loves a night of fun and chaos, it’s Roberto.
- You go on and on about how his solar-powered abilities are the coolest thing ever, insisting he show off. Roberto is more than happy to oblige, creating a small burst of flame in his hand just for you. He loves seeing your eyes widen in awe, and he playfully asks if you’d like him to light up the whole room, winking as you cheer him on.
- When you challenge him to a dance-off, Roberto is all in, no hesitation. He matches you move for move, spinning and twirling you with ease, laughing as you both let loose. You feel like the only two people in the world, his attention completely on you as he guides you across the dance floor like it’s your own personal party.
- Someone tries to cut in, and Roberto immediately places himself between you and the stranger, giving them a polite but firm smile. “Sorry, they’re with me.” His protective side shines through as he keeps his arm around you, making it clear to everyone else that you’re spoken for.
- When you start getting sleepy, Roberto insists on carrying you back to the car, making the journey feel like some grand, romantic adventure. He jokes about being your “knight in solar-powered armor,” and you can’t help but giggle as he makes dramatic declarations about keeping you safe.
- Back home, Roberto gently helps you get comfortable, bringing you a glass of water and sitting beside you with a warm, soft smile. He stays with you until you fall asleep, his hand holding yours, murmuring sweet, affectionate words in Portuguese, promising to be there for you every step of the way.
Lorna Dane aka. Polaris
- Lorna can’t help but laugh when she sees you tipsy and carefree. She’s usually the one in control, but seeing you this way brings out her more relaxed side. She’s right by your side the whole time, playfully teasing you but also making sure you’re safe and sound.
- You start gushing about how amazing her green hair and magnetic abilities are, saying she looks like some ethereal goddess. Lorna just chuckles, brushing her hair back a little as she accepts your compliments, enjoying every bit of your enthusiastic admiration. She might act like it’s nothing, but she loves how much you adore her unique qualities.
- When you ask her to “do something cool” with her powers, Lorna grins, indulging you by making small objects float around in the air. She even creates a little magnetic bracelet just for you, slipping it onto your wrist with a wink as you beam with excitement, promising to wear it as your "superpowered good luck charm."
- On the dance floor, Lorna keeps you close, guiding you with that gentle but confident touch of hers. She laughs softly every time you stumble or lose your balance, steadying you with a smile and a quick, reassuring squeeze of your hand. Her presence feels grounding, even in the chaos of the night.
- When someone tries to cut in or grab your attention, Lorna’s protectiveness kicks in. She uses her magnetic abilities subtly, creating a little magnetic field to guide the person away. You may not notice, but she’s fiercely guarding you the whole time, unwilling to let anyone disrupt your night together.
- Back home, Lorna makes sure you’re comfortable, brushing a hand through your hair and settling you into bed. She sits beside you for a while, stroking your cheek softly and watching over you as you drift off. Her voice is soft as she murmurs, “Sleep well, my love,” promising to be right there when you wake up, her devotion evident in every quiet, caring gesture.
Neena Thurman aka. Domino
- Domino finds your tipsy antics absolutely hilarious and encourages you to let loose even more. She’s always been a fan of chaos, and watching you dance and sing off-key is a welcome distraction from her usual intense life. With a wicked grin, she keeps the drinks flowing, ready to match your energy.
- When you start complimenting her on how badass she is, she raises an eyebrow, clearly flattered but playing it cool. “You’re just saying that because you’re drunk,” she teases, but her smile tells you she appreciates your admiration. The way you look at her ignites a spark of warmth in her heart, and she can't help but playfully flex her muscles.
- You challenge her to a game of chance, tossing dice or playing cards, and she dives in, ready to show off her luck manipulation. Every time she wins, she leans in closer, whispering playful taunts and insisting that her luck has nothing to do with the drinks you’ve both had. Your laughter fills the air as you keep the playful banter going.
- Domino is always on the lookout for potential trouble, and if someone gets too close or too handsy, her protective instincts kick in immediately. She’ll casually place herself between you and the unwanted attention, throwing a nonchalant smirk over her shoulder while making it clear that she won’t tolerate any nonsense when it comes to you.
- When the two of you step outside for some fresh air, she pulls you in close, an arm around your waist as you both lean against a wall. Under the stars, she talks about her life, her past, and her battles, but she keeps it light, interspersing her stories with humor. You can see the softer side of her, the one she usually hides behind her tough exterior.
- After the night winds down and you’re both back home, Domino helps you settle onto the couch, bringing you a glass of water and an extra blanket. She curls up beside you, letting her head rest against yours, and in this quiet moment, she reveals a vulnerability she rarely shows, murmuring about how nice it is to let go every once in a while.
Alison Blaire aka. Dazzler
- Dazzler is a whirlwind of energy, and your tipsy antics only add to her excitement. She thrives on fun, and seeing you so carefree inspires her to embrace her inner party girl even more. Together, you create a raucous atmosphere that lights up the night, her laughter ringing like music as she encourages you to dance wildly.
- As you start gushing about how amazing her powers are and how she lights up the stage, she beams, clearly flattered by your compliments. “You should see me when I’m performing,” she responds playfully, a twinkle in her eye. The way you admire her makes her feel like a superstar, and she wants to show you just how dazzling she can be.
- When you suggest a karaoke battle, Dazzler jumps at the chance, pulling you onto the stage without hesitation. She brings her own flair, using her light-based powers to create a dazzling show around you, turning the room into a vibrant spectacle. Together, you sing your hearts out, her voice harmonizing beautifully with yours, creating a moment that feels like magic.
- If anyone tries to rain on your parade or come between you two, Dazzler’s fierce side comes out. With a swift movement, she sends a burst of light in their direction, enough to make them reconsider. “Back off, I’m with my number one fan!” she declares, standing protectively in front of you while keeping a playful edge to her tone.
- When you start getting sleepy, Dazzler notices right away, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. “Hey, don’t worry! I’ll take care of you,” she reassures, guiding you back to her place. With her, you feel safe and cherished, and she quietly hums a gentle tune as she helps you settle in.
- As the night winds down, Dazzler plays soft music in the background, her light powers creating a warm, cozy ambiance. She sits beside you, brushing her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet words about how much fun she had. You can feel her affection enveloping you like a soft blanket, and you drift off with a content smile, knowing you’re in the company of someone who truly cares.
Kevin Sydney aka. Morph
- Morph is all about having fun, so when he sees you a little tipsy, his eyes light up with mischief. He can’t resist joining in on your antics, turning himself into all sorts of funny characters and making you laugh uncontrollably. His playful nature only fuels your own silliness, and together, you’re a force of comedic chaos.
- As you drunkenly rave about how hilarious he is and how you love his powers, Morph goes overboard with the impressions. “You think I’m funny? Just wait until you see my best Wolverine impression!” He starts mimicking Logan’s gruff voice, making exaggerated gestures that leave you in stitches, tears streaming down your cheeks from laughter.
- You challenge him to a transformation contest, and he jumps at the opportunity. Each transformation is more ridiculous than the last—one moment he’s a giant balloon animal, the next he’s a famous movie star. Every time he shifts forms, you’re there, cheering him on and giggling at his antics, completely caught up in the joy of the moment.
- If someone approaches you two with less-than-friendly intentions, Morph’s protective side surfaces in a comically exaggerated way. He transforms into a hulking monster, looming over them and growling with faux menace. “You want some of this?” he bellows, cracking you up even more while also warding off any unwanted attention.
- Once the chaos of the night calms down, Morph helps you back to his place, where he makes sure you’re comfortable. He finds a blanket and wraps it around you, making a joke about “keeping his favorite human warm.” It’s sweet and silly, and you can’t help but smile at the genuine care he has for you.
- As you begin to drift off, Morph leans in, his usual playful demeanor softening as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “You’re pretty great, you know that?” he whispers, his voice low and sincere. He stays by your side, watching over you as you sleep, feeling grateful for the fun-filled night and the bond you share.
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days to crave - j.ww
Pairing: idol!wonwoo x gn!reader
Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, bed head wonwoo, established relationship
Synopsis: On a cozy morning with "Going Seventeen" playing in the background, you and Wonwoo revel in playful banter, sweet kisses, and a shared breakfast, finding comfort and joy in each other's company amidst the simple pleasures of life.
a/n: I was deep into a Gose Mafia game binge the other day, and it got me thinking about how ridiculously attractive Wonwoo looks when he's in mafia mode.
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Days like these are the epitome of comfort. Nestled on the couch, cozy socks hugging your feet, a warm cup of coffee cradled in your hands, and the light-hearted chaos of SEVENTEEN’s "Going Seventeen" playing in the background. Your laughter bounces around the room, mingling with the playful banter from the TV.
“Why is it so noisy here?” A deep voice grumbles, growing louder as footsteps approach. Soon, the sound of someone shuffling across the dark carpet reaches you, and then a pair of strong arms envelop you from behind.
“So, this is why you’re laughing so hard.” He whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.
Another burst of laughter escapes you. “Woo, you’re the mafia, aren’t you?”
Wonwoo, with his disheveled bed hair and half-open eyes, chuckles as he nuzzles into your neck. “I’m not. I’m just a citizen.”
“You are the mafia! Why else would you smile like that?” You spin around to face him, your eyes narrowing playfully at his innocent expression.
He squints back at you, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile. “So, if I smile, I’m the mafia? What about the other members?”
“Yes!” You exclaim, rolling your eyes as another fit of laughter bubbles up. “But I know you, Woo.”
Wonwoo leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “And I know you too. You get way too into these games.”
“Can you blame me? Watching you guys play is hilarious.” You look up at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Is that my coffee?” He asks, eyeing the cup in your hand, clearly eager to change the topic.
“Depends. Do you want some?” You tease, holding the cup just out of reach, though he’s clearly taller and could easily reach it.
“Maybe.” His smirk grows, and before you know it, he’s leaned in and kissed you sweetly.
You melt into the kiss, the warmth of his lips matching the cozy comfort of the morning.
When you break apart, you hand him the cup. “Here, you can have it. But only because I love you.”
“I love you more.” Wonwoo takes a sip, placing the cup on the coffee table with a smirk that makes you curious.
“What’s that smile about?” You ask, your excitement tinged with a hint of nervousness.
Wonwoo groans dramatically, wrapping you in a tight hug before letting his body fall onto yours, causing both of you to tumble onto the carpet. His gym-toned muscles make the fall quite the impact.
“Oh! Woo! You’re heavy!” You laugh, struggling to adjust beneath him.
Wonwoo loosens his embrace, his eyes softening as he looks at your smiling face. “I miss you.”
Your heart swells at his words. It’s been nearly six months since you officially started dating, and moments like these, where he opens up, are precious.
“Of course you do,” you reply, leaning into his embrace. “So, who’s going to get up first and make breakfast?”
“How about we make it together?” Wonwoo suggests, his voice gentle.
“Deal,” you agree, a smile spreading across your face. “But only if you admit you’re a mafia.”
“No spoilers, babe.” He teases, giving you a quick peck on the lips before standing up and offering his hand to help you up.
As you both rise, Wonwoo’s strong grip on your hand feels reassuring. You head to the kitchen, ready for a morning of domestic bliss. You grab the eggs while Wonwoo reaches for a pan, his focused expression endearing.
“You know,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence, “I’m still amazed at how good you’ve become at cooking. I always thought you’d be a ramen-only kind of guy.”
Wonwoo chuckles, turning on the stove. “I used to be, remember? Until someone decided to teach me how to make proper meals.”
You grin at the memory. “And look at you now. A master chef in the making.”
He beams, his eyes sparkling with pride. “All thanks to you.”
As you whisk the eggs, you watch him move around the kitchen with practiced ease. His familiarity with the tasks is comforting. The way he reaches for the spices, checks the heat of the pan—it’s all so domestic, so perfect.
“Do you want cheese in your omelet?” Wonwoo asks, glancing over his shoulder.
“Of course. You know I love cheese.” You reply, handing him the bowl of eggs. He pours them into the pan, the sizzle filling the kitchen with a delightful aroma.
You lean against the counter, your arms wrapped around yourself as you enjoy the view.
“Remember when you tried to make pancakes in your dorm and set off the fire alarm?” You ask, laughing at the memory.
Wonwoo laughs too, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “How could I forget? You just came by to drop off some letters for Shua-hyung from his mom and ended up witnessing a smoke-filled disaster. We had to open all the windows and fan the smoke out with towels.”
“And you begged me not to tell Cheol-oppa.” You shake your head, still amused.
“And he still don’t know about that.” He agrees, expertly flipping the omelet with a flick of his wrist. “Good girl.”
You step closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your chin on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t trade those moments for anything.”
He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me neither.”
Soon, breakfast is ready, and you both sit at the small kitchen table, plates in front of you. Over breakfast, you chat about everything and nothing—plans for the day, funny trainee stories, memories from your recent trip.
After breakfast, you find yourselves back on the couch, Wonwoo’s arms securely around you.
You snuggle closer, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he settles into the moment.
“Do you want to watch another episode with me?” You ask, picking up the remote.
“Sure,” he replies, his voice a low rumble in your ear. “But this time, no spoilers. I want to see if you can figure out who the mafia is.”
You laugh, pressing play. “Deal. But I’m betting it’s you again.”
“Let’s see.” he says, a playful glint in his eyes.
As the episode begins, you settle in beside him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. The lazy morning stretches on, filled with laughter, teasing, and the simple joy of being together.
In the quiet moments between the laughter and the TV, you steal glances at Wonwoo, marveling at how lucky you are to have him by your side. Days like these are what you crave, but the truth is, every day with Wonwoo feels just as special. Whether it’s laughing over a game, making breakfast together, or simply enjoying the quiet moments, it’s Wonwoo you will always crave.
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