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[starmocha]

11 months — first father's day

[Sylus + Daughter ★ 1377 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus' first Father's Day. Tag list: Under cut 【 request to be added 】

A/N: I'm over a week late, but life happens and all that jazz.

There was a warm breeze that passed through Linkon City, and within the city park, Sylus found himself drifting in and out of sleep on a picnic blanket on this lazy Sunday morning. Suddenly, he let out an overexaggerated grunt when he felt small little palms slapping against stomach repeatedly, joined by excited babblings.

He cracked one eye open, smirking at the sight of the eleven-month-old girl in her red-and-white pomegranate-printed summer dress giggling before she plopped down on the ground, instantly sucking her thumb.

“Trying to look innocent now, are you, my little birdie?” Sylus questioned with a smirk as he sat half-way up, with his forearms still grounded to hold his weight.

His daughter pulled her thumb out of her mouth and giggled at her father before clapping her hands together.

“It’s no use acting so cute,” Sylus teased, “I have my eyes on you. Don’t think this little façade of yours will work on me, my little birdie.”

Immediately, his daughter babbled again confused before she turned around and started crawling toward you. You instantly scooped the baby girl into your arms and nuzzled your cheek against hers. “Oh, dear, did the big bad guy over there scared you, baby?”

The girl squirmed in your hold before you set her down. You smiled as she attempted to stand up on her own. She took clumsy little steps back toward Sylus. Immediately he sat up, smiling, as his arms were outstretched.

“That’s it, good job, baby,” Sylus praised, “You’re doing so well today.”

His smile widened when he noticed you had whipped out your phone, holding it sideway as you recorded the scene before you. His eyes drifted back to his little girl, chuckling when she stumbled and fell on her bottom. Before she could cry, he encouraged her once more, “It’s alright. You’re fine. Try again, baby.”

As if she understood her father, the little girl pushed herself upright again, and stumbled her way back to her father before she collapsed into his waiting arms, giggling when he lifted her high into the air. She kicked her feet excitedly before Sylus lowered her back down, holding her close in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head, murmuring sweetly, “You did so well, my little birdie.” He lowered his voice so only you and your daughter could hear him speak, “Why, soon you will be running rampage around the base.”

You ended the recording, laughing. “I don’t think we will be able to babyproof the whole place for her,” you teased.

Sylus lifted his daughter back into the air, smiling when she giggled again and started patting his face excitedly with both small hands of hers. He blew a kiss into her stomach, chuckling alongside his daughter’s excited giggles and your laughter. “She has free reign of the base,” he said, setting his daughter back down into his lap, with her facing you. “It will be hers someday anyway.”

You sighed at him exasperatedly. “Aren’t you thinking too far ahead?”

He shrugged. “So what?”

Before either of you could continue your conversation, your daughter babbled loudly and reached for the array of picnic food you had prepared. You smiled, and picked up a plastic container full of cutup strawberries. You fed one to her, saying gently, “Chew thoroughly, baby.”

“How about me?” Sylus teased you, opening his mouth wide, waiting.

You pretended to roll your eyes at him before you fed him a cutup strawberry. “Chew thoroughly, Sylus,” you teased him back.

“Mm, it’s sweet,” he responded, and before you could react, he had already guided you closer to him, his lips pressed to yours in a tender kiss. It didn’t last for long, but it was still enough for you to freeze up until you both heard the baby girl between you both crying out:

“Ah, ah!”

Sylus chuckled while you laughed awkwardly and reached for another piece of strawberry. “Alright, Little Miss, here’s another strawberry for you.”

“Bossy little birdie,” Sylus quipped with pride, his smile unwavering as he watched his daughter happily eat her piece of fruit. He chuckled when she yelled out again for more strawberries. “She has the makings of a great leader.”

“You are incorrigible.”

Your daughter leaned in closer eagerly for her next bite, but suddenly her eyes widened in shock when she was lifted into the air, her vision of you—and her precious strawberries—gone, replaced by her father’s smirk. She cried out confused before giggling when her father blew another kiss into her stomach.

“Do you hear that, baby? Mommy thinks Daddy is incorrigible,” Sylus said with feigned hurt, clearly trying to provoke you, but instead of falling for his ploy, you matched his wits.

“Using our daughter to have your ways?” you questioned him with mock astonishment. “For shame. I thought you were above such underhanded moves, Sylus.”

He huffed in amusement at your attempts to mess with him, his crimson eyes brightening the more he noticed you trying to hide your smiles. “Sweetie,” his voice lowered, and discreetly, he motioned with his fingers, manipulating his Evol to pull you closer to him, until you were settled in his lap with your daughter in yours. You shivered as his breath brushed against your ear, too stunned to register what had just happened. “I can be even more underhanded than this.”

“N-not in front of our daughter,” you scolded him with rosy cheeks.

“Very well,” he conceded lightheartedly, but his hand on your hip pulled you closer until your head rested against his chest. He leaned down, kissing the top of your head, his playful tone now gone. In its place, there was a familiar sincerity, warm and trusting, as he kept his words soft for only you and your daughter to hear: “Thank you.”

“For what?” You peered up confused, meeting his amused gaze. “I didn’t do anything…”

Sylus shook his head in disagreement. He tilted your chin up, and another fleeting kiss landed on your lips. “This picnic. This life. Our daughter,” he listed each one patiently, continuing in that same gentle tone, “You have given me so much already, and I fear I am still greedy for more.”

“Ah ah!”

You both laughed and looked down at the baby girl in your lap, seeing her eyeing the container of strawberries again. She squirmed in your hold, hand reaching out for the elusive fruit. She cried out in frustration when you held her tighter.

“Looks like you are not the only greedy one here today, Sylus,” you teased.

Sylus discreetly used his Evol to grab a small piece of strawberry, motioning it closer until it was held between his fingers. He peered down at his daughter, seeing her eyes widened with eagerness, her mouth agape, waiting.

“Do you want this strawberry, my little birdie?” He guided the strawberry to his own mouth, but stopped when his daughter cried out in frustration again.

“Ah ah!”

“This is the last sweet strawberry,” Sylus said, “What does this little birdie have to trade for such a delicious fruit?”

Your daughter babbled in confusion, looking up at you for help.

“Did this mean old dragon steal your strawberry, baby?”

Your daughter squirmed and reached out to her father for her fruit.

“Maybe a kiss will appease him?” you suggested and held the baby girl up. You guided her closer to Sylus’ cheek, and in the next instance, your husband received a wet kiss.

“Such a generous trade,” he quipped, and fed his daughter the last piece of strawberry. “I feel like that kiss has earned you a strawberry farm, my little birdie.”

“Well, her first birthday is coming up soon,” you said, humoring him.

“Indeed,” he murmured, looking at you fondly again. “It’s already been nearly a year since she’s arrived…”

You both looked down at the baby girl in your lap, seeing her watching you both with wide-eyed curiosity. You kissed the top of her head. “Do you know how loved you are, our little birdie?”

Your daughter cried out excitedly in response, clapping her hands in glee.

“Thank you for coming into the world.” Sylus leaned down, his cheek nuzzling against his daughter’s before he kissed her cheek, “Thank you for being ours.”

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[bucketsp]

pazzi - best friends but real lovey dovey on each other and paige does anything azzi wants her to do in front of their teamates

the space between us

pairing : pazzi

content : fluff, slightt angst (friends to lovers, mutual pining)

a/n : thank you anon for this request 🙏 i changed it up a little bit, but i hope you still loveee. also based it off of 23 - 24 roster because i miss niknik and lili. thank you as well for the support on snow day and repped, if you haven't read those, maybe u should? please remember this is all fiction. enjoy reading!

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from the day they met, it was always something a little more with them.

like the way azzi would ask, “can i sit here?” on every away-game bus ride, even though paige always saved her the window seat.

or the quiet, “can i have a sip?” as she reached for paige’s water bottle mid-practice. and paige never said no, she never even blinked.

they were best friends. that’s what they told everyone.

but best friends didn’t flirt like that, didn’t look at each other like this, didn’t act like it had always been them, a team of two, orbiting each other, no one else getting close enough to matter.

they didn’t need to say it out loud.

they had each other. and that was enough.

until it wasn’t.

it started with azzi spending more time with this girl from the track team. bree. funny, loud, magnetic in a way that drew people in. she was the kind of person who never hesitated, especially with azzi when she asked her out right at the door of the champions center, handed her a smoothie and said, “you free friday?”

paige saw it from across the court, of course. yet all she did was watch azzi smile back and say yes.

and something in her chest cracked open, soft and sharp at the same time.

not because she was jealous, not exactly. she was happy for her, but because suddenly she wasn’t the first one azzi told about her day, and suddenly the pre-practice routines were off, the stolen glances in the locker room or the shared inside jokes as the team was being told off by geno.

and paige didn’t know what to do with that.

so she did nothing.

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practice the next day was tense. azzi kept looking at paige like she wanted to say something. paige kept pretending not to see it.

and then, during a full-court drill, paige fumbled a pass and muttered under her breath.

azzi jogged over, concern on her face. “you okay?”

“i’m fine,” paige said, too quickly. “you don’t have to check on me.”

“what does that mean?”

“nothing"

“paige.."

“just go, az.”

the silence that followed was deafening.

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they didn’t talk for two days.

paige stayed late in the gym, long after everyone else had left. it was easier to be around ghosts than to look azzi in the eye and feel that ache in her chest grow stronger.

until friday night, when azzi walked in just as paige was lining up a free throw. she didn’t say anything, just caught the ball on the rebound and passed it back.

paige stared at her.

azzi crossed her arms. “you’ve been avoiding me"

paige swallowed. “i’ve been busy, march madness is coming up”

“you’ve been hiding"

a beat.

“maybe.”

“why?”

paige was silent. she caught the ball again, dribbled once. twice. then let it fall.

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it starts at ted’s.

because it always does. late-night runs after big games, when the adrenaline’s still in their veins and no one wants to go back to their dorm just yet. it’s loud inside, a little sticky, the lights a shade too bright, but it feels like home. like uconn tradition.

paige sits in the corner booth with azzi pressed in beside her. her thigh is warm against paige’s. her hair’s tied back, but a few loose strands fall forward, and paige has to grip her root beer float like it’s keeping her alive.

they’re not talking. not really. just sitting in that kind of silence that’s not awkward, but heavy. azzi’s bouncing her knee. paige keeps glancing at her. she looks nervous. too quiet, too still in the wrong ways.

"paige,"

and even before paige could even look directly at her azzi's already leaning in.

slow.

intentional.

her hand brushes against paige’s jaw like a whisper.

and then she kisses her.

it’s soft. hesitant. it tastes like cherry coke and something sweeter. like hope.

and paige, she’s waited forever for this, dreamed of it, begged for it in silence.

but she pulls back.

just an inch. just enough.

"azzi, stop. you're drunk"

“i'm not, paige.”

paige tenses. "you are, what happened to bree?"

azzi looks down, then back at her. her eyes are clearer than they should be, considering how many fries she just devoured. “i have to tell you something.”

paige stiffens. her hands go cold, but she feels a little hope inside her.

“i never told you,” azzi’s voice doesn’t waver. “we broke up.”

paige’s heart stutters. “when?”

“a week ago.”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

azzi lets out a breath. “because i didn’t want to lie to you about why. or pretend like it didn’t matter when it did.”

paige stays quiet, letting her talk.

“she cheated on me,” azzi says flatly. “with some guy from the LSU football team. i found out the day after that scrimmage. i didn’t tell anyone.”

paige stares. “what?”

azzi shrugs, like it’s nothing. like it’s old news even though it’s clearly not. “i think part of me already knew. not about the guy. just… that she wasn’t the person i wanted to tell good things to. not anymore.”

and then she looks at paige.

really looks at her.

“you were.”

paige swallows. hard. her throat feels too tight. the air’s too heavy.

“you always were,” azzi adds.

paige’s eyes flutter shut. “then why’d you pick her?”

“because you scared the shit out of me,” azzi says. “and because i thought i had more time.”

it’s not perfect. it’s not a line. it’s just true.

“you’re sure?” she asks. “this isn’t about bree?”

azzi shakes her head immediately. “this has never been about bree. not even once.”

“she cheated on you.”

“and you stayed,” azzi says. “even when i made it impossible.”

paige covers her eyes. her voice cracks when she speaks.

“you don’t get to kiss me if you’re not sure.”

“i’m sure,” azzi says.

and this time when she kisses her, it’s different.

hungrier, deeper, like nothing else mattered.

and paige kisses back like she’s drowning. like she finally found the surface.

they don’t even notice kk standing there with her milkshake in hand, eyes wide as saucers.

not until kk blurts, “HOLY SHIT.”

paige freezes. azzi jumps a little, lips still inches from paige’s.

then the rest of the team explodes.

“FINALLY,” aaliyah yells from a booth behind them.

“i knew it,” nika says, pointing her fry at aubrey like she won a bet.

“i had money on them making out before the tournament,” ice mutters.

“you owe me twenty,” aubrey says smugly.

kk just stares. “yo. that was kinda hot.”

paige groans, hiding her face in azzi’s shoulder. azzi’s laughing now, full and free, her arm curling around paige’s waist like it’s always belonged there.

“i guess this means it’s official?” aaliyah calls out.

azzi grins, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“yeah. it’s official.”

and paige, with her heart finally whole in her chest, just nods.

“took you long enough,” nika says.

but paige doesn’t care.

because azzi’s still holding her hand under the table.

and this time, she’s not letting go.

[emriiis]

Sneak Peek: THE CALL

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I didn’t think anyone would notice this story. but you did and that means everything. Seeing the reblogs, the tags, the comments—it’s more than I ever expected. Thank you for reading!

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Saja Boys x Manager! Reader

Your apartment is too quiet.

Too still.

Ever since you walked out of that room—since you ran—you haven’t been able to stop feeling them.

Their eyes.

Their heat.

Their voices echoing in your skull like a siren's song.

God, what the hell is wrong with you?

You slap a hand over your face, heart hammering. But it doesn’t help. Because every time you close your eyes—

You see them.

Worse—you feel them.

A vibration against your leg makes you jolt. Your phone. You fumble for it, heart still pounding. 

Unknown number.

You answer anyway.

“…Hello?”

A pause.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N. I'm calling on behalf of the Saja Boys.”

​​You freeze.

The voice continues, polite. Controlled. But something about it makes your stomach twist.

“I’m reaching out to confirm that you’ve been accepted as their full-time manager. Congratulations!”

“I—I didn’t accept anything,” you blurt. “There’s been a mistake, I didn’t—”

“Yes, well, that’s the wonderful part. You don’t have to accept it. The contract’s already processed. We’ll send a car for you this evening—”

“I said no.” Your voice is sharper now, slicing through the sugar-sweet tone on the other end. “You can’t just assign me a job I didn’t—”.”

“Hey baby”

You freeze.

The voice has changed.

It’s not hers anymore.

“J-Jinu?” you breathe, scanning the room. There’s no one there—but it feels like there is. The air shifts around you, thick with pressure and heat, humming low and strange.

“How are you?” he asks, his voice like warm silk over ice. Calm. Gentle. But you hear the weight beneath it. The restraint.

“I—uh—I’m good.” You grip the edge of your cup too tightly. “How did you even—Never mind. Can I help you with something?”

His chuckle is soft, low, and it curls around your ribs like smoke. 

“I was hoping we could talk.”

“We’re talking right now.”

He hums again. Slower this time. Like he’s savoring the sound of your voice. 

“I meant in person.”

His voice warms around the words, coaxing instead of pressing. “No pressure. Just… a coffee. A quiet spot. Just you and me.”

Your throat tightens. You blink, and suddenly the room feels smaller. Warmer. Like the sound of his voice alone is wrapping around your ribs, holding you still.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you whisper.

He’s quiet for a moment.

“That’s okay.” 

Still soft. Still warm. Not pushy. But beneath the words… something deeper. A thread of something that reaches for you without forcing.

“You don’t have to decide now.”

You shouldn’t even be considering it. Not after what happened. Not after the way you’d felt in that room.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He just waits.

And somehow that’s worse. Because it leaves you sitting there, breath caught, heart pounding, mind spiraling with the memory of golden eyes, warm hands, and heat.

You bite your lip.

You should say no. You should...“When would we meet?”

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[syrecjh]

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆🪐⋆Say That When You’re Sober

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader

(A request)

You and Katsuki Bakugo were never the kind of exes who left wreckage in their wake. No screaming matches. No torn photographs. Just the slow unraveling of something once soft and bright, now threadbare with time and circumstance. You parted ways like grown-ups—if not lovers, still comrades. Still… something. You kept the tenderness folded quietly between your ribcages, like a secret both of you respected.

It wasn’t a dramatic goodbye, just a quiet one. Work got in the way. The pressure did, too. He had his hero duties, you had your path, and somewhere between the missed dinners and unspoken wants, you both realized the timing was wrong—even if the feelings weren’t.

But the strangest part?

You never stopped being kind to each other.

Even after the breakup, you’d still like each other’s posts—subtly, sparingly, but always. He’d comment a dry “Tch. Lame.” on a photo of your beach trip and then send you a fire emoji right after. You’d heart his training clips and smile at the way he still wore the hoodie you once forgot at his place. At gatherings, the BakuSquad teased in cautious whispers but never pushed. They knew this was delicate—what stood between you and him. Not glass, but memory. Not broken, just… unfinished.

So when you saw him at the bar that night, alone and slouched over a half-empty glass, you hesitated.

The place was humming with bass and laughter, but he looked like he was elsewhere entirely—lost somewhere between the rim of his drink and whatever thoughts were spinning in his head. His neck and cheeks were flushed a warm pink, telltale signs of how much he’d had. His gaze flicked lazily to yours when he saw you, eyes widening only slightly, as if unsure if you were real or the start of a dream.

“Bakugo?” you asked, cautious.

He blinked at you. “...Hey.”

You sat beside him, carefully. “You with someone?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Just me.”

You raised a brow. “You’re wasted.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You called the bartender your mom two minutes ago.”

“Tch.” He smirked. “Shut up.”

You sighed, already pulling out your phone. “Kiri?”

“Outta the country,” he mumbled.

So you drove him home.

You buckled him in while he muttered about your driving being too slow, too careful. You ignored the way your hands trembled a bit as they brushed his. And when you helped him up the steps to his place, still steadying him as he swayed, he leaned against the doorframe and stared at you like you were the only thing he could see clearly.

“I still love you,” he said suddenly, voice rough, low, and drunk-soft. “I want you back.”

You froze.

His pupils were hazy. His words, even slurred, felt too close to truth. Too dangerous.

“You’re drunk,” you managed.

“I know what I feel, dumbass.”

You gave him a sad smile then, something halfway between aching and armor. “Say that when you’re sober.”

He stared at you like he wanted to—like he might—but the weight of alcohol and unsaid things dragged him down. You left him at his door, heart thudding behind your ribs like it had somewhere to be.

The next morning, you tried not to think about it. You tried.

Until your phone buzzed.

Bakugo:

> You told me to say it when I’m sober.

> So I’m saying it now.

> Come meet me.

> Remember the cafe we used to go to?

> I’m here. I’ll wait.

You stared at the screen. The text wasn’t long. It wasn’t flowery. It was him. Steady. Straightforward. Sure.

And suddenly, your hands shook again.

There was a time you thought Bakugo could never say the right thing. That he’d never be soft enough, never reach first. But now, here he was—coffee shop open, heart in hand, telling you he’s ready.

Maybe he always was. Maybe you were, too.

So you grabbed your keys.

Because not all broken things are meant to stay shattered.

Some just need to be held together again—

sober.

and finally,

sure.

[hearts4hughes]

With the leaked pics of Wheezie’s actress being on set that came out I request ex!Rafe and reader who’s close to Wheezie.

Maybe one day when she’s hanging out with him outside and they see reader. And Wheezie admits she misses reader but doesn’t think reader will hang out with the little sister of reader’s ex boyfriend.

wheezie’s sitting on the porch swing, knees pulled up to her chest, twisting the drawstrings of her hoodie between her fingers. the breeze is sticky with june humidity. she’s mid-rant about her calc tutor when rafe finally looks from his phone.

“you’re not even listening,” she mutters, catching it with a scowl.

“because it’s boring,” he says, not looking up from his phone.

“you’re boring.”

“you’re a child.”

“and you’re so annoying.”

he smirks, stretches, doesn’t respond. the porch creaks as he leans against the railing, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. that’s when wheezie sees you.

you’re across the street, head tilted, hand gesturing mid-conversation with someone she doesn’t recognize. there’s a tote bag over your shoulder, a pair of headphones around your neck. you look soft and so familiar it hurts.

wheezie goes quiet. rafe follows her gaze lazily. then the earth stops. his whole body stills, like a dog catching a scent.

“she’s with someone,” wheezie says after a second, voice low. “not with with. just…walking.”

rafe doesn’t say anything, but his jaw clicks. you haven’t seen them yet. or maybe you have and you’re just pretending you haven’t. you’re good at that—avoiding things, especially him. rafe watches your mouth move, eyes skimming the curve of your jaw, the way your fingers curl around the strap of your bag. there’s a flash of silver on your wrist—his. well, it used to be.

“you know,” wheezie says suddenly, sharp with the kind of honesty only little sisters get to use, “she didn’t just leave you. she left me.” rafe’s gaze flicks to her, unreadable. “she was like. she was there…all the time. she knew my coffee order. she let me borrow her nail polish even though i always messed it up. and now she’s never around.”

he blinks and scoffs, biting his fingernail. “what, you want me to fix it?”

“no,” she snaps. “i want you to not be the reason it’s broken.” that lands harder than it should. he straightens a little. wheezie sighs and picks at the label on the waterbottle near her. “she probably thinks i’d choose you.”

rafe’s quiet for a long time. “you wouldn’t?” he asks like it’s a shock.

“not if you’re the reason she cries every night.” she shrugs and scrunches her nose. he doesn’t reply. doesn’t move. just sits there and watches you laugh at something the guy says, head thrown back like rafe never existed.

when you finally glance across the street—eyes catching on the two of them, just for a second—wheezie lifts a hand in a soft wave. you smile and wave. a small, gentle thing. hand raised and real. it’s not meant for rafe, but he knows that.

wheezie perks up beside him, waving back with both hands like she’s twelve again. “see?” he says quietly. “she doesn’t hate you. i’m the one she hates.”

still, he’s frozen in place. your smile—it’s not nothing. it’s not for wheezie only. not the way your eyes linger on him, not the way your mouth tilts like you know he hasn’t stopped watching you. but, he doesn’t smile or doesn’t wave back. he doesn’t give you anything at all.

because if he does, he’s afraid he’ll walk right across the street and kiss you in front of everyone just to prove you’re still his. so he just sits there, mouth hanging open, ruined in silence, and watches you walk away.

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[pheastinyworld]

winning gold ❀•°•───────•

request: what do gabe and his gf do to celebrate after world juniors 😘

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: none i think, get's the TINIEST bit suggestive at the end?

author's note: "em, thank you for the photo to the right + helping phe with writing details" we again say to @perre4ult . also, nonnie, im so sorry but it took a kinda different turn in terms of "celebrating" cause i really didn't want to repeat the new years piece, there's more fluff at the start to make up for it.

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you had just gone out to grab something to eat with liliane, wanting to give gabe space to have his pre-game nap. letting the time get away, you realized it was time to get back and get ready for the game. the game. the final against finland. 

you were about to head over to ryan’s girlfriend’s room, having plans to get ready with her and some of the other girls, but you remembered that you had left your makeup bag in gabe’s room. he had insisted on keeping it with his luggage because you couldn’t fit it in your suitcase. but you had forgotten to take it back before leaving, despite mentally reminding yourself several times. 

standing outside the hotel room, feeling guilty and wondering if you should just ask to borrow somebody else’s makeup products, you dug out the spare key gabe had given you from your bag. 

sighing, you unlocked the door and pushed your way in, trying to be as quiet as possible. gabe was sharing a room with both ryan and james, so you knew that making any noise would not only disturb your boyfriend but two of gabe’s teammates. and you definitely did not want them playing poorly because of you. 

you had to hold your hand over your mouth just not to laugh when your eyes were met with the three boston college linemates, all of their beds pushed together, mouths open, faces buried into their pillows. 

after you quickly pulled out your phone to snap a silent picture of them, you moved swiftly to one of gabe’s duffle bags, which, just your luck, had to be right at the edge of his bed. you made light steps towards the bag and kneeled down.

the zip made a loud noise when you pulled it and you scrunched up your face, peeking up to cheek if they were all still asleep. to your relief, all three of them were cold out. once you finally found your makeup bag after searching through stacks of gabe’s clothes, you closed the zipper again. 

you quickly peered back up to get one last look at your boyfriend before you’d see him on the ice, but your heart absolutely drops. you're met with his smile facing you, eyes wide open, grinning when you slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at how close he suddenly was and definitely not expecting him to be awake.

“fuck, gabe, you scared the shit out of me.” your hand moved down to your chest as if you were gripping at your racing heart, trying to calm it down.

gabe chuckled, pulling his hand out from under the comforter to brush some of the hair out of your face. you shuffled closer to the edge of the bed on your knees. he’d obviously moved there while you were busy searching for your stuff.

“sorry.” he whispered, taking a look behind him to see his teammates still fast asleep and turning back to look at you. 

you tilted your face to the side until it lined up with his, which was still resting on the pillow, his cheeks warm and rosy from sleep, his scruffed-up hair making him look even more boyish than usual. you felt like your heart was slowing, easing its fast paced beating just at the sight of him; his face full of love that made you feel all giddy inside. 

“had to get my stuff, sorry for interrupting your cuddling sesh.” you whispered, trying not to laugh and wake the other two boys up.

“don’t get jealous on me baby, you know you’re my favorite cuddle buddy.” gabe replied, his voice low to stay quiet, and raspy from sleep.

you rolled your eyes before running your finger against his cheek and his eyes gently shut in response. you leaned down to place a fleeting kiss onto his lips. “good luck today. i’ll be so proud of you whatever happens, just so you know,” you mumbled against him before pulling away. 

gabe smiled softly, a low hum escaping his throat as his eyes fluttered open, then slowly blinked shut again. you loved when you caught him like this. that sort of of sleepy state where his voice ran deep and he blinked slowly in that kind of lazy, content way that made it clear he was already slipping back toward sleep.

you heard him whisper a “thank you,” eyes already shut. you placed another kiss onto his cheek before getting up again, tip-toeing your way out of the hotel room and shutting the door as lightly as possible. 

after getting ready and hanging out with some of the girls, you all made your way to the lobby where you met up with gabe’s family before heading to the arena. 

from the moment you stepped inside, the energy was electric. before the game had even started, the noise was louder than you had ever heard for a hockey game. the chants, the excitement and fire temper that people omitted during a gold medal game. 

looking around, your stomach twisted slightly. you loved going to all of gabe’s hockey games, but you seriously hated how nervous you would get. being at a stadium with so much weight on one game was a type of anxiety that you both loved and hated. 

you spotted signs mocking ryan’s nose; ryan’s girlfriend scowled, her nose scrunching up as you rolled your eyes. some fans had drawn cartoons of him, making him look ridiculous, and people were yelling things like “let’s go finland, let’s go!” louder than you thought was possible. you knew how fierce the usa-canada rivalry is; you had seen it first hand when usa versed canada. you realized fast that almost no one was on team usa’s side, apart from the handful of fans who crossed the border. 

by the time the first period started, the stadium was filled with boos. the whole arena felt stacked against them, and you begin to tug on your scarf. the game was back and forth, every second felt like your heart was being pulled in opposite directions; at moments it was dropping and at others it was pounding excitedly. finland got the first goal in, but james scrambled to get the puck into the goal minutes later.

second period and two goals for both teams. you were literally sweating through your jersey. 

“oh darling, you look like you’re going to pass out.” gabe’s mom rubbed your back, chuckling at you but you could tell she was keeping her own nerves at bay, probably used to the stress. “do you want some water? i brought spares.”

you still couldn't believe how welcoming gabe’s entire family was to you. you would have totally understood if they were closed off and sceptical; a hockey family wanting to protect their youngest boy. but they were instantly so nice, even laughing at you when you asked if they would rather you sit with some other girlfriends and not in the family section with them. 

“yes please, thank you.” you responded politely.

when overtime hit, you thought you might actually pass out from nerves. zeev had a chance off gabe’s pass, for half a second you thought it was over, the gold was theirs, but no goal happened. 

“they're playing well. he's doing good.” gabe’s dad said to no one in particular, more to himself than enyone.

and then it happened.

about ten minutes into overtime, ryan got the puck on his stick. you barely remember breathing. it was all a blur: the quick pass to teddy, the breakaway, the way the puck slammed into the back of the net. 

“OH MY GOD!” you remember liliane screamed in your ear all hugh pitched, grasping at your arm when everyone bounced onto their feet. 

the noise was deafening, usa fans screaming, the boys were leaping over the boards, gloves flying, helmets tossed. you were hugging anyone in sight, family members who were just as overwhelmed and giddy as you.

when the medals came out, you couldn’t stop smiling that the tops of your cheeks were aching. after ryan ran to the team with the trophy, gabe managed to get a hold of it first and skated around, holding it up proudly.  

there he was; your boy, sweaty, hair damp, smiling wide and with a gold medal shining around his neck.

“i told you already, i can see your eyeballs forming into gabe shaped eyes, its worse than before.” liliane giggled at you, swatting your arm playfully with her spare hand, the other holding up her phone to record her baby brother.

you all knew that leaving the arena was going to be something else; you were decked out head-to-toe in red, white, and blue. there was sure to be angry finnish and canadian fans filling the halls, so family members slowly made their way out. you would be waiting even longer than after most games for sure, so there was no rush.

you took an uber back with gabe’s family to meet up with everyone in the hotel lobby, waiting excitedly for the team to arrive. his mom kept checking for gabe's updates on how close the team bus was and his dad and brothers were quickly getting drinks from the bar, already preparing to celebrate. 

absolutely exhausted from the sheer excitement and energy, you and liliane sat on the carpeted floor, leaning against each other as you both shared videos you had just captured. 

but the second the boys walked in? the whole place erupted. clapping, cheering, people whistling and yelling their names. it was absolute chaos as the boys shouted and cheered, jumping up and down with the lingering adrenaline. both you and liliane jumped to your feet, laughing as everyone cheered. 

you spotted gabe right away, still wearing his jersey, medal swinging on his chest, and that goofy grin that made your heart melt every time. all the boys rushed toward their families and gabe was engulfed by a warm hug from his parents once he made his way over, his siblings giving him bear hugs each. you barely had time to react before he was in front of you, pulling you into him, his arms tight around your waist.

you leaned back just enough to smirk at him. “your neck is all sticky. did they dump champagne on you or something?”

he laughed, the sound warm and a little tired, his cheeks still pink. you seriously loved how his cheeks went pink at absolutely anything; actually you were a bit jealous he had a natural blush and you didn't. “maybe a little,” he said leaning in like he was about to nuzzle you anyway.

you’re boyfriend had just won gold; he was grinning like a kid, breathless and gripping your sides just to ground the giddy feeling that hadn't left his chest since lifting up the trophy. 

you just smiled back at him and wiped at the damp spot on his neck with your sleeve. “do you know how proud i am of you?”

gabe grinned, leaning down to peck your cheek before whispering into your ear, “yeah, but it couldn’t hurt to show me later.” now your cheeks were flushing red and gabe chuckled, kissing your other cheek before continuing, “we can slip away later.”

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Hey!! Since you’re taking requests could I possibly ask for a Yuki x Reader? Just a cute date night where the two of you cook together? I’d love to see Yuki get a little more love ♥️

Motsunabe ~ yt22

in which: reader makes yuki his favourite childhood meal to cheer him up

paring: yuki tsunoda x fem!reader

warning(s): just fluff! (and this is not proofread btw! and i just realized i didn't completely fulfill this request but this is the fist thing that came to mind)

word count: 473!

My love for u is ever lasting, it will last until eternity ends~

You and Yuki have both been waiting for this week off. 

You really wanted to spend time with him again and you could see he needed a break.

You offered to pick him up from the airport, but he insisted on driving himself. 

And even though he didn’t say it out loud, you knew he needed some space to breathe and some time to himself before returning to your shared apartment.

You didn’t argue, instead you decided to surprise him.

That evening, you stood in the kitchen, grocery bag on the kitchen island and your phone open on a recipe his mom sent you earlier.

Motsunabe. His favourite childhood meal.

You asked her a few days ago and she replied almost immediately and you read through it about six times before even starting.

The apartment was soon filled with the scent of garlic, chives and simmering broth by the time the lock clicked and Yuki stepped inside.

His hoodie was up, dragging his suitcase behind him with a tired look on his face.

“Hey,” you said softly.

His eyes found yours instantly, and the tiredness softened just a little.

“Hey,”

He kicked his shoes off, left his bag by the door, and made his way over to you without another word. You met him halfway, wrapping your arms around him as he melted into your touch.

You held him for a while, the stove humming in the background.

“Welcome back,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair.

He let out a breath, his arms tightening around your waist. 

“I, um… I made dinner,” you said softly, suddenly shy. 

He looked up at you, “Yeah?” 

You nodded, letting go of him so he could see the bubbling pot on the stove. 

“Motsunabe,” you said, “Well, my best attempt at it,”

He blinked, clearly not expecting that. He slowly walked over, peering into the pot, and just stood there for a second. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and for a moment you thought you messed it up.

“You made this?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Your mom helped me, kind of,” you said with a small smile. 

He looked between you and the pot, his expression softening a bit more.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” you said gently, “You’ve had a rough few weeks and I thought maybe this could cheer you up a bit,”

His gaze lingered on you for a few seconds before he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you into his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, kissing your temple. 

You held him tighter, “Don’t thank me yet, you still have to taste it,”

He pulled back, giving you the realest smile you’d seen on him in days.

“If it’s made by you, then I already know it’s good,”

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Hello!! Love your posts about Kpop Demon Hunters and you made me release my full fangirling, you saved me from feeling empty tbh. Can I request Huntrix and Saja boys meeting their future children while Baby being the Godfather of the all the ships children. Abby x Mira x Romance had 3 kids, two boys and 1 girl, same thing as Mystery x Zoey but their boys are twins. While Jinu x Rumi have one girl and one boy. Thank you!!

Prompt : Huntr/x and the Saja Boys meet their kids from the future...

Author's Note : I really enjoyed writing this one!!! I made a whole chart with names and ages and personalities and everything. Hope you enjoyed!

The group was lounging in the practice room. Bobby, who was also temporarily managing the Saja Boys till they found a proper manager, had forced both groups to take a break. He was fully encouraging of their eagerness to perform, some more than others, but wanted them to relax.

Zoey and Romance were lounging on Derpy, the tiger, as they watched Mira and Baby play an oddly competitive game of uno, something Baby had gotten increasingly good at. Abby sat beside Mira, telling her what colours to place down and Mystery laid half-asleep on the couch. 

Rumi sat cuddled into Jinu’s chest as they watched some silly youtube compilation off his phone. All was peaceful, until Jinu tensed and shot up. Everyone now looked up to him.

“Something is wrong,” he muttered as he looked up to the ceiling. 

Baby raised an eyebrow. “You sure you’re not just being paranoid dude?”

Jinu didn’t even get the chance to answer before a rip opened in the ceilings. With unexplainable speed, the girls had summoned their weapons, eyes strictly focused on the mysterious–and possibly galactical–tear. The boys had also activated their powers, fingers sharp and eyes glowing as they waited.

Suddenly, a huge group of people dropped through the tear, it closed up right after. “What the-” Mira whispered as they surrounded the group of… kids?

The kids scrambled upright, shrieking and elbowing one another as they tried to get out of the pile.

“GET OFF MY FOOT!!”

“WHO TOUCHED MY HAIR?!”

“Did we just fall out of a portal?”

A girl who looked a little too much like Zoey blinked around the room, eyes wide, she quickly summoned two glassy but obviously durable metal hand held fans. The boy next to her, one of a pair of twins, suddenly pointed at Mystery. “Okay. Okay. That guy looks like dad but more emo.”

“You say that like it helps us understand the situation,” the other twin muttered, he was kinda hiding behind his older sister.

Everyone just stared. No one moved. Then the Mira-look alike stepped forward, arms crossed as her eyes assessed the room. “This is not the penthouse.” Her eyes narrowed at the group of adults in fighting stances. She summoned her own weapon, an iridescent coloured staff, in case a fight broke out.

“Tell us something we don’t know,” said the other pink haired child, summoning glassy red boxing gloves around his hands. A deadpanned look on his face.

Zoey finally blinked, breaking the silence. “Okay. Who dropped eight random children here and why can they make hunter weapons?” She glared specifically at the ‘retired’ demon boys.

“Don’t look at us,” Romance said, hands up before pointing right at Jinu. “He was the most powerful one out of us four.”

Baby stood up, retracting his claws and casually grabbing his juice box (it was a new chili flavour specifically made for him). “Quick question. Who here thinks they may have possibly created life in the future and now it’s come back to haunt them?”

Silence.

Another girl, one with short purple hair and an oversized hoodie, groaned in annoyance, “We were finally having a sleep over…” she pulled out the dual katanas that formed behind her back.

The boy next to Abby narrowed his eyes. “Wait. You look like one of my—” His voice trailed off as he pointed between Abby and Romance. “Oh my god. Wait. That’s them.” He pointed at Mira. “And her.”

“What do you mean, them?” the other pink haired boy asked, dropping his fists, the gloves dissipating into a bunch of familiar string waves as he moved closer to the look-alike. 

“Yea what do you mean us?” Romance echoed, voice pitching high. “OH WAIT YOU MEAN ALL THREE OF US-” he dropped to the ground, jaw dropped as it clicked.

The girl rolled her eyes, realizing there was no danger and releasing her staff back into the air. “Well yeah, obviously. You three argue like co-parents.”

Abby swore he was going to faint.

—

They tried to regroup. Tried.

Huntr/x and the Saja boys sat on one side of the practice room while the kids remained on the other. Derpy nuzzled closer to the group of small humans as happy as could be. He especially took a liking to the purple haired duo that sat on the floor.

The kids weren’t panicking, but they were wide-eyed and stressed. Everyone except the twins. One of them had already sat down next to Zoey without asking, playing with her glass blades (and comparing them with his) as she fussed over them in worry. The other had cornered Mystery (who was still half-asleep), simply staring at him in silence while his sister played with his hair happily.

“Okay,” Rumi said slowly, dragging a stool into the middle of the room like a teacher mid-breakdown. “Does anyone know what could have happened?”

“Last thing I remember,” the girl with Rumi’s eyes spoke, weapon still in hand as she was a bit untrusting, “Noa and I were in our parent’s penthouse. The kids were in the living room and I left to grab something from my room then everything kinda glitched and I fell on a bunch of legs.”

“Yep,” the Abby-looking boy said. “I thought Elio and Noa were just lagging out of reality. But now I think it was the universe.” He said as he sat beside his siblings. His twin must have been Elio and sister was Noa.

Romance raised his hand, only speaking when Rumi pointed at him. “So none of you time travelled on purpose?”

“No!” the kids chorused.

Jinu looked to Rumi. “Nothing changed with the Honmoon right? No crazy new magic?” She shook her head, confirming that nothing had changed. "So what's going on?"

“Someone did something stupid and didn’t tell me,” Baby groaned, pulling out a clipboard from who knows where. “Now, until we figure this out, we treat this like a quarantine. No touching anything magical or trying to fix it yourself. And for the hatred of Gwi-ma don’t trauma bond.”

“Too late,” muttered one of the twins, already curled up beside Mystery like a house cat. Mystery looked like he was actively trying to dissolve into the couch. He was going to have kids with ZOEY??.

Zoey touched her daughter's hair, just lightly, and her hands trembled as the teenage girl leaned into her touch. “This is real,” she whispered. “She’s gonna be real.”

“And so are the stress lines forming on your forehead,” Baby interrupted. Zoey didn’t even have the heart to insult him back. He strutted to the center of the room, pushing Rumi away and into Jinu’s arms.

“Children, all of you get in line and share your names. That will hopefully make this less confusing,” Baby mumbled as he tried to rub the ache out of his head.

The children, funny enough, quickly obeyed. The pink trio stood at the front of everyone. “I think it’s kind of obvious whose kids we are,” the younger of the two boys, Elio, said.

His sister nodded before pointing at each of them. “This is Kai, he’s 14,” to the Abby-lookalike, “this one’s Elio, he’s 11,” to the younger boy who looked exactly like Romance (the one with the boxing gloves), “and I’m Noa, their older sister and the oldest kid here.” She had her arms crossed over her chest as she stood protectively before all the kids. She obviously took Mira’s protective spirit.

"Only by 10 minutes" Zoey's daughter pouted from where she stood by her twin brothers. Romance looked as though he could cry, a wobbly smile on his face as he sat between Mira and Abby.

The next three, who basically had to be dragged away from their parents, stepped in front of her. “I’m Riven. 14.” One of the twins, the more affectionate but calm one introduced.

“Sora,” The girl beamed, clearly taking after her mom. “I’m 17 and the second oldest.”

“Vince. Also 14.” The silent one waved, hand gripping deadly onto his older twin-brother’s.

“That’s our mom,” Sora smiled as she pointed right at Zoey. "And that's our Dad," she pointed right at mystery who was still in shock.

The last two finally stood. The older one, a girl with short purple hair took in a nervous breath. “I’m Linae, Rumi and Jinu’s kid. And this is-”

“Asa!!!!!” the young toddler yelled loudly. The group winced, covering their ears as his magically powered voice rang through the room. That was Rumi and Jinu’s kid alright. 

“Yea, this is Asa. He’s 3,” Linae laughed softly before picking her baby brother up and placing him on her waist. “I’m 17, third oldest by like 20 minutes,” she nodded to both Sora and Noa.

“He takes after you,” Rumi said immediately to Jinu who looked offended. The group couldn’t help but stare at their apparent children from the future. All proof that they shared something deeper than just crushes. 

“Damn,” Baby laughed. He thought he got away, could be free to chill and travel on his own. Suddenly, all 8 kids turned to him, with Asa running up to cling onto his pants leg. 

“Uncle Baby,” the child cooed, signaling for the man to pick him up. Baby looked to Rumi, the child's mom, and she just shrugged. “I can’t believe this.” He mumbled before picking the child up.

“Okay!” Mira clapped her hands once, the sound echoing a little too loudly across the tension-filled practice room. “We’re gonna go have a private adult meeting. Don’t touch anything, don’t summon your weapons and don’t summon any more children.”

“Do we look like we can summon children?” Kai sassed.

“You don’t talk to your mom like that-” Abby scoffed as he eyed the small child.

“Are you and Kai gonna fight again Uncle Abby?…” Vince said flatly, already poking through Mystery’s phone without permission. He knew the password after watching his dad do it multiple times.

Zoey ripped it out of his hands. “Okay—NO.” She looked around at the rest of the kids, eyes remaining longer on her kids before sighing. “We’ll just be gone for a minute.”

Baby unwillingly handed the small child back to his sister. Rumi turned to Linae and Asa. “Watch your brother.”

“I always do mom,” Linae gave her a reassuring smile before immediately picking Asa up and sitting him on top of Derpy.

“We’ll be fine,” Noa said, arms crossed. “Go panic. It’s fine.”

And panic they did.

—

The hallway outside the practice room was dimly lit, lined with water bottles, yoga mats and benches. All eight members of Huntr/x and Saja Boys stood in a loose, silent circle. Well, all except Baby, who sat cross-legged on the floor like he was watching a comedy.

Nobody said anything.

Abby kept glancing at Mira. Romance was fidgeting with the drawstrings of his hoodie like they were a stress toy. Mystery, finally fully awake, was staring into an empty abyss. Zoey had her head in her hands. 

Jinu was blinking at the wall. He was going to have children. Two absolutely beautiful children with Rumi. And Rumi? Rumi looked calm, which made everyone else more nervous.

“Okay,” Baby said at last. “Who’s gonna be brave and say what we’re all thinking?”

“...This shouldn't be possible,” Zoey whispered, eyes wide and still. “I—I mean. We should’ve been busy. There’s been demon hunting, schedules, concerts. When did we even… do the thing?”

Romance coughed loudly. “Technically you don’t need that much time—”

Mira smacked him on the head.

“I think I’m having a stroke,” Abby muttered. “I have a mini me.”

"And he's just as stuck up," Romance snickered.

“Guys,” Jinu finally said, very slowly. “We have children. Named children.”

“One of mine had katanas,” Rumi smirked somewhat proudly.

“You mean one of ours,” Jinu corrected her, a light blush on his face.

Mystery finally spoke. “It was like looking into a three way mirror.” He thought of the twin boys and how they looked exactly like him, Vince copying his hairstyle as well. He thought of Sora, the energetic bundle of sunshine that almost rivaled Zoey’s excitement.

“I didn’t even know you wanted children,” Zoey mumbled before looking right at him. “Do you want kids?”

“Of course he does, you guys have three,” Baby deadpanned.

“Shut UP,” everyone shouted in unison. He took a sip of his juice box, smug.

Rumi leaned closer to Jinu, hands intertwining. “It’s not like it’s the worst thing. I mean, clearly we’re alive in the future. We’re together. We all did something right.”

“But how?” Zoey asked again. “When did we get together? I don’t even remember kissing him—”

Mystery choked.

Abby looked at her. “You kissed him???”

“I said I don’t remember—!”

“I didn’t even know I was part of a—whatever this is!” Romance shouted as he motioned between him and the other pinkettes. “I thought we were just flirtatious! I thought we were playing the long game!”

Mira crossed her arms. “If this is the long game, we lost. Badly.”

“I’m happy we lost. Have you seen our kids?” Abby scoffed.

Baby raised his hand. “In addition to Rumi’s point, you all got insanely attractive future kids with cool weapons and distinct personalities. Could’ve been worse.”

“They call you uncle,” Rumi reminded him.

“They should! I’m awesome,” Baby replied. “And I’m the only one not tweaking out right now. Just saying.” he shrugged. Everyone glared at him but Baby just smiled.

Then, silence again.

This time, it was Abby who broke it. “I think we all need to talk. Not just about those kids, but about…” He gestured vaguely in the air. “Us.”

“I’m not emotionally prepared for this conversation,” Zoey muttered, moving closer to Mystery. “I need snacks or a nap or a hug or maybe all three.”

“We’re clearly together in the future,” Jinu added carefully. “So maybe that means we stop pretending we don’t feel what we feel now.”

Mystery looked down. Romance looked away. Mira closed her eyes for a momeny too long.

Then, Baby stood up and dusted off his pants. “Well, as your emotionally well-adjusted godparent-slash-honorary single uncle, I say you should all grow up and kiss already.”

Everyone threw something at him.

—

Back inside the practice room, the kids were playing Uno. Again. Riven was winning. Elio was cheating.

Elio looked up from his cards. “Think they’re fighting in the hallway?”

“No,” Noa said confidently. “They’re just being dumb. Like usual.”

Linae nodded from where she sat on the couch, Asa snuggled on her chest as he slept. “Should we help?”

“Not until they figure it out,” Vince muttered. “They gotta suffer a little.”

Kai smirked. “Kinda like we did when we fell from a portal and none of them caught us?”

Sora giggled. “Exactly.”

Kai slapped down a +4. “Uno! I WIN”

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I love your work!!! I was wondering if you'd write a teen!reader headcanon for them struggling with mental health, needing help with homework, coming out or getting bullied please? I especially love how you write Ava (she's my favourite character) and you manage to nail the Alexis voice

Absolutely adore this request.

I chose to write about the mental health, since I all of them (obviously) know how to deal with that. But I'll definitely put the other suggestions on my list!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Mental Health Support Headcanons ✦

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✦ Ava Starr

The quiet protector. Ava’s not the type to talk circles around you or push you to open up. Instead, she watches. She notices the changes in your behaviorthe silence, the distance, the fake smiles and instead of asking a million questions, she simply shows up. She’ll quietly sit next to you, maybe reading or scrolling on her phone, just so you know she’s there without overwhelming you.

Understands isolation deeply. After everything with her phasing, Ava knows what it’s like to feel broken, like you're a burden, like no one could possibly understand. So when you isolate, she doesn’t take it personally. She just leaves a small trail for you to follow when you’re ready a text, a post-it note, a granola bar on your desk. Tiny signs that say you’re not forgotten.

Soft but firm boundaries. If you try to shut her out completely or brush her off with a fake “I’m fine,” Ava will tilt her head at you with this deadpan look and go, “Try again.” Not mean, not angry. Just “I see through you. You’re not fine. But I’ll wait for you to be ready.” She never lets you disappear completely.

Takes you on quiet, low-pressure ‘missions.’ She’ll invite you on drives, walks, or errands that sound boring but feel safe. “Come with me to pick up supplies. No talking necessary.” It’s her way of offering you company without forcing conversation. These small moments help you reconnect to the world without overwhelming you.

Gentle about scars and history. When she finds out about your past or your scars, she doesn’t freak out. She doesn’t lecture. She just softly says, “You’ve survived a lot. You don’t have to survive it alone anymore.” And that’s it. She holds it like a secret you entrusted her with.

Fiercely protective in her own silent way. If anyone triggers you, bullies you, or drags you down—Ava will quietly, ruthlessly remove that threat from your life. No one knows how, but that person suddenly just leaves you alone. Ava doesn’t need credit or thanks. She just protects you. Always.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Not the best with words, but man does he show up. Alexei might not always know what to say, but he makes sure you know you’re not alone. He’ll randomly sit with you, bring you snacks, or drag you into the living room to watch terrible old Soviet movies with him, just to keep you company.

Overcompensates with physical comfort. He’s big on hugs and ruffling your hair, and you get the sense he’s constantly making sure you’re still there, still safe. He’s the kind of guy who will pat your back so hard you almost fall over—but you feel a little better afterward.

Terrible at hiding his concern. He’ll blurt out things like, "You are not allowed to disappear, okay? I will find you. I will find whoever made you sad. I will crush them like beetle."

Secretly keeps an eye on your routines. He notices if you’re skipping meals, missing sleep, or isolating. He’s not subtle—he’ll straight up drag you out of bed and be like, “We are going for silly little walk. It is non-negotiable.”

Panics when you cry. He immediately calls for backup (usually Yelena) like he’s reporting a code red. But he stays. Always. Even when he’s unsure what to do, he refuses to leave your side.

✦ Yelena Belova

The calm-in-a-storm type. When you’re spiraling, Yelena doesn’t flinch. She sits next to you, quietly, like, "Okay. We are sad now. I will be sad with you." She doesn’t try to fix you. She just holds space.

Violently protective of your mental space. If someone at school or even in the team says something that hurts you, she’s on it like a hawk. “Tell me who. I just want to talk.” (She does not just want to talk.)

Talks about her own issues openly. She’ll casually drop lines like, "Yeah, I have bad days too. I usually throw knives to feel better." She tries to normalize it so you never feel broken.

Pulls you into little missions or tasks when you isolate. "Come help me spy on Alexei. It will be fun." It’s her way of reconnecting you with the world.

Terrible with cheesy comfort phrases. Instead, you get blunt affection. "You are not allowed to give up. You are my family. You do not get to leave me. I will be annoying forever, so you must stay to suffer me."

✦ Bucky Barnes

The king of quiet understanding. He never pushes. Never demands you explain. Just sits next to you, offers a cup of tea, and sometimes just says, "I’ve been there. You don’t have to talk, but I get it."

Not great with open emotional convos but will listen all night if you need. He doesn’t always know what advice to give, but he will nod along, let you ramble, and toss in dry little jokes to keep you grounded.

Gives you space but always checks in. Leaves little notes on your door like "I’m making food. You better eat." Or sends you a text: "Still breathing? Cool. Come hang when you’re ready."

Gets quietly, intensely protective if anyone makes you feel worse. He won’t make a scene but will 100% have a quiet, terrifying “chat” with the person responsible.

Teaches you small things to help. Like how to box when you’re angry, or how to breathe when you’re spiraling. He’s the type to hand you coping tools instead of empty comfort.

✦ Bob Reynolds

So, so soft about it. Bob is super emotionally tuned in and probably notices you’re struggling before you say anything. He gets this gentle, concerned tone like, "Hey, kid… you doing okay?"

Overthinks and worries a lot. He’s scared of saying the wrong thing or making you worse, but he wants to help. He’ll sit with you, make you tea, or put on your favorite show just to be near you.

Big on distraction days. He’ll offer to play games, watch movies, even sit and listen to music together, anything to help you breathe and not be stuck in your head.

Sassy comfort. Once you’re closer, he’ll throw in playful sass to make you smile when you’re down. "Look, you’re stuck with me now. Can’t get rid of me. I’m like emotional gum on your shoe."

If you cry in front of him, he crumbles. He holds you so carefully like you might break, and his voice drops to the softest whisper like, "Hey… hey, you’re safe. I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.”

✦ John Walker

Awkward but fiercely loyal. John’s not super in touch with his own emotions, but the moment he sees you’re struggling, he’s locked in. He just… doesn’t always know how to handle it. "You, uh, wanna… I dunno. Wanna hit something? Or get ice cream? Or whatever helps?"

Overprepares. Starts reading up on mental health resources, making checklists in his phone like "Things To Help The Kid When They're Sad" because he genuinely wants to be good at this.

Dad-mode activated. He’ll randomly show up with snacks, your favorite drink, or movie nights without making a big deal out of it. If you try to thank him, he waves it off like, "Don’t worry about it, kid. It’s what I’m here for."

Gets super angry at anyone who hurts you. Like, full-on clenched fists, ready-to-throw-down angry. But he channels it quietly—he just gets very, very protective from a distance.

Awkward comfort, but real. Might pat your back stiffly and mutter, "Look… I might not always get it. But I care about you, okay? You’re family. You’re my kid now. Deal with it."

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Hope this was alright, it's a little more detailed on Ava’s part since, of course, the request was for her.

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perv early season spencer

content warning: Voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), reader catches Spencer watching, inexperienced!Spencer, shy but needy sex, praise kink, very slight power exchange, fingering, protected p-in-v sex, some fluff post-smut.

a/n: YESSSSSSSSSS RAHHHHHHHHHHH

word count ~ 1.1k

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

It starts with a creak.

You freeze, hand still tucked between your thighs, the air suddenly sharp with tension. The BAU's hotel rooms have paper-thin walls, but this—this isn’t the usual ambient hallway noise. It’s subtle, cautious. Almost… too cautious.

And you know what that means.

A soft shuffle.

Someone’s just outside your room. Not passing by. Lingering.

You exhale slowly and push off the bed, letting the hem of your shirt fall back down over your thighs. Padding over on bare feet, you press your ear to the door.

You don’t expect to hear it.

Breathing.

Shaky. Quiet. Controlled.

You unlock the door and yank it open before you can lose your nerve.

Spencer Reid nearly falls in.

His eyes go wide. He stammers. “I—I—I—”

“You want to explain why you’re standing outside my door at midnight, looking like you just got caught jacking off in the library?”

His cheeks flush crimson. His mouth opens and closes. There’s a wet spot on his slacks.

Oh.

Oh.

You swallow hard. Your skin prickles.

“I heard something,” he says quickly. “A noise. I thought maybe you were—hurt.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So you leaned close to the door and listened?”

“I wasn’t—! I mean I didn’t know it was—!” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly panicking. “It’s not like I was trying to eavesdrop. But I… I didn’t want to interrupt if you were—”

You step forward. He steps back automatically, and you shut the door behind you, standing with your arms crossed.

“Finish that sentence, Dr. Reid.”

He swallows thickly. “Touching yourself.”

You blink. Bold.

“…Were you?” he asks after a pause, voice soft and almost reverent.

You tilt your head. “You tell me.”

His throat works, Adam’s apple bobbing. His eyes keep flitting over your face—your lips, your chest, your thighs. His hands twitch at his sides, and his posture is tense like he’s fighting something primal.

And then your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants.

That tells you everything.

“So you liked listening?” you ask, stepping in close.

He nods once. Hesitant. And desperate.

“Do you always lurk around hotel doors hoping to catch your female coworkers masturbating?” You tease him, but your voice is thick with heat.

He groans, quietly, almost like it hurts. “No. Just you.”

Your stomach flips. You reach out and slide a finger down the buttons of his shirt.

“Spencer.”

His name in your mouth makes him tremble.

“I was thinking about you.”

His eyes flick up to yours so fast you think you might’ve broken him.

“I—I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he blurts. “I swear I wasn’t—God, I know it’s creepy—”

“Spencer.”

He quiets immediately.

“Do you want to come inside?”

He breathes in like he’s been underwater.

You reach for the door handle behind you and open it again. “Or would you rather jerk off in the hallway some more?”

That gets him moving.

Fast.

The moment the door shuts behind him, he’s on you—nervous hands hovering, eyes darting, and finally you just grab his wrists and put them on your waist. He exhales like you’ve blessed him.

“Have you ever done this before?” you murmur, dragging your fingers up his chest.

He shakes his head. “Not—not all the way.”

You can’t help the throb that pulses between your thighs. “That’s okay. I’ll show you.”

His fingers dig into your hips. “I think about you all the time,” he whispers, like a confession. “I dream about you. About this.”

You kiss him.

His mouth is unsure, a little clumsy, but eager. God, he’s eager. His lips part and he makes this tiny noise when you bite down gently on his bottom lip.

You press your body to his. He groans into the kiss. You feel his hard cock straining through his pants, and you reach down to palm it.

He jolts.

“Sensitive?”

He nods frantically.

“Take off your pants, Spencer.”

He obeys like it’s instinct. Fumbling but fast. He kicks them off and stands there in his boxers, flushed and wide-eyed.

You press him down onto the bed and climb into his lap.

“Oh my God,” he breathes.

You lift your oversized t-shirt and toss it away. His jaw drops.

“You’re not real,” he whispers, hands ghosting up your thighs. “You can’t be.”

You grab his hands and bring them to your chest. “Touch me, Spence.”

He does. Tentatively at first, then more confidently, palming your breasts and running his thumbs over your nipples. You grind against him through your panties and his boxers, and he moans into your neck.

“Please,” he whispers. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Lie back,” you tell him.

He obeys again, and you climb off him just long enough to straddle his thighs and pull his boxers down.

You stare.

His cock is long, flushed, and already leaking.

“Jesus, Spencer.”

He whimpers a little. “I’ve thought about you riding me so many times…”

“Good. Because I’m going to.”

You reach down to your panties, soaked and sticky, and slide them off. His eyes never leave your cunt. He looks absolutely wrecked already.

But not yet.

You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him slowly. His hips buck up into your hand.

“Sensitive,” you remind him.

“I can’t help it,” he gasps. “You’re so—warm—and wet and—fuck—”

You climb on top of him and guide him to your entrance.

When you sink down on his cock, he shouts.

“Holy shit—I’m sorry—fuck, you feel so good—”

You’re barely moving and he’s already trembling beneath you, clinging to your hips like a man drowning.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes,” he groans. “Oh my God, yes.”

You ride him slowly, letting him adjust. He’s already leaking, throbbing deep inside you. His eyes are rolling back, and he keeps mumbling things like perfect and dreaming and please don’t stop.

You lean down and kiss his throat.

“I want to see you come, Spencer.”

He grips your hips tighter. “I’m close already,” he whines. “It’s too good, I—I can’t—”

“Give it to me,” you whisper in his ear. “Come inside me. Fill me up.”

That’s all it takes.

His whole body jerks beneath you as he spills inside you, moaning your name like it’s a prayer, clutching at your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

You slow your hips, letting him ride it out.

He’s gasping. Panting. Absolutely ruined.

And then his fingers dip between your thighs.

“Wait—let me—can I—” he stammers, “I want to make you come too—”

You smile and grind down on his cock, still hard enough to keep going.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

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How about Johnny Storm and Y/n get caught in the rain and because it’s raining Johnny can’t fly the two of you home so you decide to wait until the rain stops and it ends up leading to you kissing. Sorry for this rambling excuse for a request lol. I hope you have a good day/night!

an; oh …. oh you know me so well already and what i like to hear 😼 (also this took FOREVER for me to get out to you, i am so sorry :( thank you for being patient with me MWAH). w; probably ooc johnny (def), lower case intended, sweet sweet love

the rain was sudden, causing goosebumps to form along your arms. your eyes can’t help but notice the small bumps that form against johnny’s neck.

you let out a laugh, causing a grumbling, blonde to look at you, narrowing his eyes. you grin. “now you can’t show off.”

“that’s what you’re talking about? it’s pouring out!” he motions towards the rain as if you hadn’t noticed it. your brows lift slightly, head tilting. “how are we going to get home — it was your idea to walk.”

“and you told me how you were so happy you gave into me while walking here,” you say, matter-of-fact. “plus, it’ll cool the heat down some hopefully.”

johnny hums, mostly to himself, eyes turning back towards the droplets. his mouth pulls into a small smile, eyes glancing back. “wanna dance?”

you quickly look at him, your own smile faltering at the question. “wait, really?” he shrugs a bit, grabbing your hand. before you could say anything more, he’s pulling you off the sidewalk and into the cold rain. a small sound leaves you before a laugh bubbles up from your chest.

he’s quick to spin you, grinning when he pulls you closer, a hand pressed into your lower back as the other holds your shaky hand.

that was most definitely from the cold.

the smile that had faltered only a moment ago, grows a bit more again, head shaking. your fingers grip his hand once, softly, gentle.

and johnny…

johnny storm looks devastatingly beautiful with his hair soaked, sticking to his forehead and temples. a water droplet drops from his nose and to the ground.

his smile fades slowly, spinning you once more, this time, he’s pulling you even closer. his fingertips press into your side as his arm encircles around your waist, the knuckles of his fingers bending just slightly.

you’re almost sure he can feel how fast your heart is beating against his chest. especially since it feels as if he’s trying to mend you both together, turn you into one.

his eyes are flickering down, tracing over the natural line of your lips — drawing it in his memory as they slowly part.

his eyes then trace up the slope of your nose, slowly, eyes connecting with your own and suddenly, his nose his brushing against your own, your breath getting lodged in your throat.

it’s just a gentle brush at first, before his lips press against yours — and your melting instantly.

your hand slides up his forearm, pass his bicep and shoulder, up his neck to cup his jaw that has droplets slipping slowly down into your palm now, your other hand finding its home on the back of his neck.

both hands grip at your hips now, pulling you closer. it’s gentle, slow, everything that you dreamed it would have been like — plus more.

your the first to pull away slowly, laughing breathlessly when he chases after you without a second though.

“didn’t think you’d be able to kiss, johnny.”

his eyes slowly open, that playful smile pulling at his lips when he pecks your lips once more, the tip of his nose nudging against your own.

“you thought about me kissing?”

[caffeineaddictedturtle]

Look at all those chickens

OT8 × gen!Reader genre: fluff,drabble warning(s): lowkey hella cute, no beta we die like man an: i explain it here

Chan:

He would just look at you dumbfounded: what are you two going to do with these chickens? He knows you didn't think it through, he isn't mad at you, secretly loves all of them and wants to buy at least the same amount so you can have little chicken pairs.

Already thinking about buying a farm far away from everyone where you can have goats and baby cows, maybe some horse and of course dogs and cats. Heck, he would even buy you a whole zoo just to make sure his little princess has all the animals she can possibly think of.

Minho:

He would tease you with feeding them to his kids, enjoying how your face scrunches up from the thought. Deep inside, he is intrigued by them, and slowly warming up to the idea of having a bunch of baby chicks.

He also says up until the AM to look for chicken coops and things he can build for them so they can play and have a comfortable place to stay. He is trying to be secretive about it to surprise you and to not blow up his cover.

Changbin:

He would literally hold back tears and show you all the pictures he has saved on his phone about baby farm animals. He is a softie and you always knew it.

He names all of them silly names and feeling quite happy about them until one poops on his floor... he might be in for a wild ride with figuring out how to potty-train chickens.

Hyunjin:

He already wants to make sketches of you and your kids, thinking about poses he could have you hold them so he can make sure he gives justice to your beauty. Feels overjoyed by this new milestone you two accomplished: having a dozen of little feathery kids.

Han:

For a solid minute, he laughs, not thinking you are being for real. Then, when he realized he was happy, he named all of them names like pip, peep, squeak, lil pip jr. and the list could go on and on.

After a week or so of having them, he started

“teaching” them how to fly, making you watch it in horror. But let's face it, he is so clumsy he has dropped one or two of them accidentally when dropped one or two of them accidentally when you weren't home.

Felix:

As soon as you opened the box, his eyes light up, living that Stardew fantasy with you. He makes lots of pictures of them, you with the chicks, and his own SKZOO. He sends the latter picture to the group chat with the boys, announcing that BbokAri somehow ended up being a father and that the mother left them. You just laughed at the soap opera he suddenly started to write about his own merch plushie, but you didn't stop him.

Seungmin:

You showed him while the others were there as well, bragging about your new-found family with Minnie. Everyone was over the moon about how adorable they were, except your boyfriend, who simply told Felix that he thinks they are his kids, delivering it with the stone-cold expression he mastered probably at birth.

I.N.:

He gets super excited, although finds it a bit silly.

Said a joke along the lines of must’ve cheated with Felix's SKZOO, which earned a chuckle from you.

As he starts to play with them, one immediately pinches him with its beak making you forget about your kids and making sure that your boyfriend is okay, babying him just a little more.

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Premier Night

Lewis hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: After the Canadian race, you and Lewis fly straight to his penthouse in NYC, spending some time together before the big f1 movie premier.

Second Person POV

Notes: requests are open!

You and Lewis had left his hotel in Montreal a couple of hours ago. You were waiting at the airport for Lewis's plane to arrive, he brought you to a hanger that was out in the airfield, both relaxing inside while you waited.

"You alright there?" Lewis said, putting his hand on your bouncing leg.

"Hm? Oh yeah. Just fine." You smile.

"You don't have to be nervous, this is normal." He smiled.

"Oh yeah... normal. Yeah I always hang out in private hanger's waiting for a private jet to come fly me anywhere. It's always fun." You say sarcastically.

"You know what I mean. It's just a plane." He said quietly, chuckling under his breath.

"With fancy leather seats and flat screen TV's?"

"No TV's just your phone." He said.

"Oh, well.... I guess that's okay then, right? Make's it more normal." You say.

"Relax. Charles is going to be with us. So it will be like a... slumber party." He said, raising his head at the thought.

"Right. Right." You laugh. The both of you wait longer, until you hear a plane fly in, slowly rolling up to the hanger.

"Ready?"

"Yeah." You say.

He gently grabs your hand, leading you to the staircase up to the plane. You walk up with him, the person standing at the top grabs your bags and follows you into the plane.

"See? Normal." He says.

"Normal." You repeat.

He slightly laughs and you two sit together at a small table. You sat in silence, when Charles suddenly appears on the plane.

"Hey mate." Lewis said, shaking Charles hand.

"Nice plane." Charles said, sitting across from you and Lewis.

"I know. Normal, right?" Lewis asked. You turn your head to him and teasingly roll your eyes.

"Y/n, you have any?" Charles asked.

"Oh yeah, a ton." You smirked.

"Really?" Lewis and Charles asked in unison.

"Yup. I got a blue one, a red one, a green one, and one that has my name on it, in big, bold letters." You say.

"Oh, so just lowkey." Charles joked.

"Exactly." You point. The three of you laugh.

When everything is situated, the plane takes off, flying down to New York.

It was a quick flight, only and hour to get there. When you finally landed, you got all of your bags, making your way slowly through security.

"This takes for ever. Why do we have to do this!" Charles whinned.

"What do you have something to hide?" Lewis teased.

It took another twenty minutes to get through security, and all of you went outside the airport. Personal security following the three of you out.

You got led to Charles got led to his car and you got led to Lewis's.

"Wow, you must really be special. You got a chauffer and everything." You say, getting in the back seat of the car with Lewis.

"Oh you know how it is." He laughs.

"I never knew you were that famous." You tease. He laughs and places his hand gently on your leg, sitting closer to you.

"Have you ever been to New York?" He asked.

"Jeez, you make it sound like I'm uncultured." You say, smiling.

"Oh really? What places do you know about then." He asked.

"Top of the rock, Statue of Liberty, Central Park, Manhattan, Empire State Building, Pier 17, Twin Tower memorial, Summit one Vanderbilt, Brooklyn Bridge, Public Library Flagship...." You pause, looking at Lewis as he just give you a wide grin.

"I can keep going." You smirk.

"You want to name the street address's to?" He said, you playfully smack him in the arm.

"Why? Are you mad because I know about New York?" You ask.

"Excuse me Miss. but I live there." He says.

"Don't you live in Monaco?"

"Yes... and here."

"Hmm. That screams rich people vibes."

"I am not rich."

"Mhm, okay." You say, smiling.

The drive to his house was around an hour long, you guys got to drive past some historic sight's, shops and different parts of the city before arriving to his house.

You both got out of the car, grabbed your bags and made your way up through the apartment building. Arriving at the top floor.

There were big, ceiling to floor windows in the living room and dinning room, having a full view of the city.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Lewis asks, walking into the kitchen.

"No I'm okay. Thank you." You say. You slowly walk over to the dinning table, sitting down at it while looking out the window.

You could see everything. The Empire State Building, all of the different buildings surrounding that. From afar you could see across the river to Jersey City.

And from the living room, if you looked out just right, you could see the Statue of Liberty far away.

Lewis came back, sitting next to you.

"Are you excited for the premier tonight?" You ask.

"Yeah, I think it will be cool. At night and all." He said.

"What are you wearing?"

"A pink suit top thing, with black pants." He smiled. You nod.

"What about you?"

"Me? I'm- I'm not going." You say slowly.

"Since when?"

"Since I'm not in the movie?" You question.

"Well you are going. You'll be my plus one." He smiles.

"No, I am just here to be here. It's your night." You say.

"And I want my night to be with you." He says, standing up.

He walks over to the door where the suitcases are, he grabs both and starts walking down the hallway to his room.

"Come on!" He shouts, you get up, walking behind him into his room.

He set's the suit cases up on his bed, opening them and standing in front of them. You sit on his bed, looking as he paws through the clothes.

He lays out his suit neatly on the bed, and then starts looking through your suit case.

He looks through all of the clothes, pulling out multiple dresses, laying them next to his suit.

"What exactly are you looking for?" You ask.

"The perfect dress for you." He says, smiling widely.

"Come here." He waves over. You walk over and stand next to him.

He gently turns you by your shoulders to a nearby full body mirror.

"How about this?" He asks, holding up a long black dress.

"I don't know. I don't even know what this is about!" You say, throwing your hands up in slight frustration.

"The f1 movie, duh."

"I know, but like what are other people wearing. Other girls." You say quietly.

"They are probably wearing something that screams 'I'm at a premier.'"

"You pick." You say, looking up at him.

"Okay, but I will make you look amazing." He says.

He starts holding up dresses slowly, one by one, aligning them with your body.

"This... this is perfect." He says, holding up a long, light pink dress.

It was thin strapped, slightly dragging on the floor, a slight corset look at the chest and waist area, and a low v-cut. Something casual but stunning.

"What- whatever you think." You say.

He smiles at you through the mirror and hands you the dress.

"You really want me to put this on now?"

"Yes, I want to see how it looks." He said, smirking. He slowly pushed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

You quickly changed into the dress, taking one last look in the mirror before stepping out. Lewis was sitting on the bed but stood as soon as you walked out.

"So?" You question, looking down at the dress and then back up at him.

"You look beautiful." He says, smiling widely.

"Thank you." You say shyly. "You should try your suit on." You say, directing your hand to his outfit.

He quickly grabs his suit and walks into the bathroom, shutting the door.

You slowly walk over to the mirror in the bedroom, gliding your hands slowly down the dress, looking over it.

You look at the whole thing, attempting to fix your hair as well, but nothing really fits.

After about five minutes, you see Lewis walk back out, walking over to you at the mirror.

"So?" He repeats.

"Well, don't you look beautiful." You tease, he lots out a small laugh.

"You look handsome." You say seriously.

"Thanks. What are you doing with your hair?"

"I don't know. It looks... weird." You say, picking up pieces and letting them fall.

"You could let me do it." He suggests.

"You? Do my hair?"

"Yeah, why not? It could be fun." He smirks.

"Okay... why not." You smile.

"But on one condition." He says, holding up a finger. "You have to let me pick what to do."

"Okay now I'm scared." You joke.

"Don't be. It'll be the best hair treatment you'll ever have." He says, walking into the bathroom.

You giggle at him as you wall back into the main area, sitting back at the dining table where you were.

He quickly rushes out after you, grabbing supplies after supplies, going back and forth from the bathroom to the table, until he stops.

"What about your hair?" You ask.

"It's fine. Plus, I already have many of these events to go to between races." He says, shrugging it off.

"Yeah but still, it's important." You say.

"Don't worry about me. Let's just worry about you." He says lowly, and starts doing your hair.

"Last I checked, this wasn't about me." You laugh.

"Alright... but what would you even do with my hair?"

"I could..." You sat there thinking for a moment. "Put it up for you?"

"See, there's nothing that could be done." He said you could feel his smirk from behind you.

"Okay, well, it is already hard when your hair is twisted. If I wasn't, I could do a lot." You say.

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, it is." You say, smiling.

He continues to do your hair, using multiple products, heat tools, everything. It was around 30 minutes when he finally started putting everything away.

You follow him back to the bedroom and look in the mirror. Your hair was in a tight slick back, a high ponytail at the top with curls.

"This looks really good." You say, looking at it closely.

"Thank you. I accept cash or card." He says sarcastically, holding out his hand. You laugh at him lightly.

He laughs as he goes into the bathroom to do his hair. He takes around five minutes before he comes back out.

The both of you walk out into the main area, getting your purse and your shoes on.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"Yeah, let's do this." You smile.

He leans down towards you, giving you a quick kiss before grabbing your hand and walking out together.

Hey loves! Sorry for the rushed ending, this was supposed to be done the night of the premier but look where that got me! Comment to be added to the F1 tag list! Requests are open for anyone!

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STEAMY

summary: this request (im gonna eat you ily)

contains: SMUT, boxer!hamzah

youre in the gym with hamzah while hes training for his next fight when you decide to try out the sauna.

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hamzah smacks your ass as you slip inside the humid room. its foggy and hot, making you sweat even more than you already were from your workout.

its just you and hamzah inside the gym, so that made it easy for you both to walk in the steamy room with just towels on. without anyone watching.

as soon as the door shuts behind him hes on you, hands sliding up the underside of the towel to grip your bare ass as his lips collide with yours.

its so needy and tense- in a good way- you cant help but fall into him.

he grabs the back of your thigh, lifting it up to hook it on his hip. with all the movement, your towel loosens and eventually falls. his eyes drink in the sight, an evil smirk on his face.

he lets his towel fall, revealing his hard cock, ready for you.

"c'mere." he husks out, hands grabbing you. he lifts you in his arms as your legs wrap tight around him. he dives into your neck, biting and licking around the sweaty skin. your head falls back against the wall behind you with a thud.

youre too busy focused on his mouth against your skin to care about anything else.

his hands fondle your ass harshly, eliciting a whimper from your throat. the muscles in his arm buldge against your side.

youve loved how hes been so muscular from working out. even if hes injuring himself with every fight. you take care of him. and as long as hes happy- thats all you really care about.

his length rubs between your folds with ease as youre already sweaty and dripping for him. you love how rough he is.

he pulls away from your neck as you hold yourself up with your arms wrapped around his neck. he aligns himself with your entrance, sliding in.

its deep and hard. no fucks given as he uses you for his own pleasure. you love it.

his hands hold yourself hips, using them to pound into you. your eyes cant seem to stay open from the pure pleasure. his cock hits a spot deep inside you and you struggle to stay quiet.

"ah- ham...-zah!" you moan between his thrusts. he suddenly stops, dropping you onto the bench. he situates you onto your hands and knees.

"youre gonna take this cock." he growls. his cock fills you once again. he finds your hair, tangling it in his fingers as he tugs it. your back arches at the pull.

"fuck!" he spits out.

you push your hips into him, needing more. you wanna push him to the edge.

"stay still."

you dont listen. you move your hips against him, shaking your ass. he growls, pulling you up by your hair so your back is pressed against his front. his arm wraps around you, hand gripping your neck tight as he continues his thrusts.

"i said... dont- fuckin' move." he says each word between his rough fucks.

your sounds are strained from his hand around your throat. he doesnt care.

his cock hits the best spot inside of you. you dont even care about how rough hes being and the pain that comes from it. in fact it makes it feel all the more better.

you know he loves you, but right now? hes fucking you like he hates you.

he lets go, letting you fall onto the bench again. he leaves you again, grabbing your hips to make you stand.

"against the wall." is all he says. you obide, pressing your chest against the wood-lined wall.

he slips himself back inside of you with a smack on your ass. his hands find your hips as he fucks you quickly.

"this pussy is mine." he mumbles. "say it."

"its yours. oh god! its yours!" you cry out. he smacks your ass again and you cum on the spot, legs shaking.

"good girl." you hear the amusement in his voice as your legs give out from under you.

he holds your hips up, not letting you fall.

"you were so eager earlier. what happened?" he teases.

you murmur nonsense, fucked out of your mind.

"yeah... thats what i thought." he says, using your hips to fuck himself.

like youre just a toy.

you finally feel him slow, grunts strained as he reaches his climax. he moans your name, finishing inside of you.

you finally find your strength as you push your hips into him. he breathes a dry laugh, grippign you tighter.

"baby..." he coos. his voice is breathy and warm im your ear as he pulls out of you.

"you wanted to watch me train huh? looks like you got fucked instead." his smile is crooked as he looks at you.

you smile lazily, "i loved it."

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woowee this was steamy ;)

its lowk trash but its okay i tried

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[nicksfrenchtoast]

"Jealousy Doesn’t Suit You"

SMUT!! nick has an attitude so reader teaches him a lesson…. Public sex with oral and a lot of foreplay. requested by this anon

The night air still smelled faintly like garlic bread as you drove down the road just outside the city. The restaurant had been cozy, warm and filled with soft laughter. It should have been a perfect evening but ever since you got back into the car, Nick had been silent. Crossed arms, jaw clenched, occasional huffs you could tell he was grumpy. You tapped the steering wheel with one hand, glancing over. “You good?”

Nick scoffed, looking out the window like it owed him money. “Mhm.”

You sighed, fingers tightening around the wheel. “Okay. So you’re just gonna give me attitude all night?”

“I’m not giving you attitude,” he snapped quickly, then mumbled, “It’s whatever.”

“Right. Just like it was ‘whatever’ when the waiter winked at me and suddenly you stopped talking for the next forty minutes?”

Nick whipped his head around, eyes wide. “He was flirting with you!”

“So what?” you said calmly, eyes on the road. “I wasn’t flirting back?”

Nick stayed quiet. You shook your head, a laugh leaving your throat not cruel, just surprised. “Wow. You really think I’d be out on a date with you, in your hoodie, holding your hand under the damn table, and still flirt with some waiter?”

Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You were smiling a lot.”

“I’m not gonna scowl at the guy bringing me free breadsticks.”

Silence stretched between you again, but this time your foot hit the brake. You pulled over to the side of the road, flicking on the hazard lights. “Out,” you said, already unbuckling.

“What?!”

“Out of the car, Nicholas.”

You didn’t give him a choice. You rounded the hood and opened his door. He groaned but climbed out, confused and mildly panicked.“What are y—?”

You didn’t let him finish.You grabbed him by the front of his hoodie and spun him, pinning him gently but firmly against the cool metal of the car. The night air wrapped around both of you, stars scattered above, and a buzz of adrenaline running between your bodies.

Your voice dropped. “Listen to me, Nick. I don’t want some random waiter. I want you. I chose you. I’d choose you again a thousand times, even when you’re being petty and dramatic.”

Nick swallowed hard, blinking up at you, jaw no longer clenched just slack with surprise.

You stepped closer, chest brushing his. “But you don’t get to talk to me like that just because you’re jealous. If you’ve got a problem, use your words. Not your silence. Not your attitude. Got it?”

His hands curled into your jacket, voice a little breathy. “Y-Yeah. Got it.”

You smirked slightly, tilting your head. “Still need to teach you a lesson though don’t we?”

Pushing Nick back onto the hood of your car, you move your hand down slowly to reach Nicks clothed dick slowly palming him, Nick slightly arches his back and lets out a moan. "Fuck" Nick breathes out. You move your mouth over to his ear "You like that, don't you?" You whispers. "Hmm, Yes." Nick says as he tries to grind up to you, but you pin his hips down stopping his thrust half way.

"nope im in control this time" you say before kissing him roughly then breaking the kiss as you drop to your knees and fiddle with nicks belt, successfully getting it undone and throwing it to the road beside you. you undo the button on nicks jeans and pulls down the zipper, grabbing the sides of his jeans and guiding them down his legs.

Nick was watching with pure bliss as you grab his dick through his briefs and begins palming him. You then slip your hand through the waist band of his briefs and begin to work your hand up and down. Nick throws his head back and lets out the most sinful moan and bucks his hips forward. "Fuck!" Nick moans. "Tell me what you want nick" you commands as you stroke his dick at an easy pace. "F-fuck, I want you t-to-" He tries to say as a moan takes over him. "You what?" You asks. "I want you to suck me! Please baby" so you obey and take Nicks dick in your mouth, hitting the back of his throat. "Oh my god!" Nick moans out loud. One hand tangled in your hair the other trying to grip onto the front of your car.

Right when nick starts twitching you pull back you tug nicks shirt over his head. You go to kiss him with one hand on nicks neck and the other on his cock. "Hmm" nick moans into the kiss. "Turn around" you instruct and nick does so. Bringing two fingers down to his ass and runs your finger around nicks entrance. "Please" nick moans out. You obey and pushes a finger in nick causing him to moan loudly. "Oh god" nick says. "You like that?" You smirk. "Fuck yes!" Nick replies as you add another finger, brushing against nicks bundle of nerves. "Fuck, fuck! Please do that again" he begs. Doing it again, you add a third finger, curling them to reach the spot inside of nick that makes him scream, over and over again.

"Please" nick begs again "Please what?" You ask. "Please baby! Fuck me, Please!". you pull your fingers out and lick your hand, coating your dick in your own saliva before pressing into nick. "FUCK!" Nick says as you moan out, Pulling your dick out until only the head was in and pushing back in. "Shit Harder, faster please!" Nick pants out and you obey. Slamming in and out of him at a racing speed. "God nick, You're so tight baby." You say as you pushe nick's head down and place your other hand on his shoulder holding him still. "Touch yourself baby" you say and nick is quick to Obey, Grabbing his dick and jerking it in time with your thrusts.

"You're a little bitch aren't you nick?" You says as you slam into him, hitting his prostate over and over again, making nick see stars. "F-fuck, I am!" Nick says as he rolls his head back. Fuck!" Nick screams out, "I'm gonna cum." Nick says as he jerks himself off "Me too" you thrust harder and faster into him. "Come for me!" Nick moans out as your thrusts start to slow down. "Ugh!" you moan as you cum inside of him. Panting, you lean on top of nick and kiss lazily. He looked at you with big, regretful eyes. “I’m sorry. I was being an asshole.” “Mmhm.” You kissed his jaw slowly. “And it won’t happen again, will it?” He shook his head, lips parting. “No. It won’t.”

“Good boy,” you murmured against his skin getting up. Nick actually shivered. “Now get back in the car,” you said, opening the passenger door for him. Nick obeyed, silent this time in a much better way cheeks red, lips bit, hoodie wrinkled where your hands had been.

Jealousy? Not a problem anymore.

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[whitecompri]

😆 Okay, here's a fun idea in mind:

Imagine hedgehog dads' trying to help the kids with their homework (particularly math), and they happened to be just as stumped as they are. And it results in utter chaos.

Inspired by the 6 × 3 video from the classic HARDSTOP LUCAS (if you know him). 😎 🫡

Hope this idea works! If you don't wanna do it, that's fine too. Just a funny idea that I NEEDED to get out there, lol! Have fun! And thank youuu! ❤

Daddy Homework

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff, light comedy

Rating: G (General Audience)

Warnings: None

A/N: Thank you for the request! I loved the idea, I thought it was a great fit and very funny. I had never seen this video before, and I thought it was really funny too, lol. I hope you like the result!

Sonic

It was late afternoon, the final rays of sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows. The blue hedgehog was leaning casually against the counter, taking a sip of his soda. His ears twitched toward the front door as he heard it creak, signaling someone’s arrival.

Almost immediately, the door creaked again as it closed, followed by small footsteps entering the house.

Slightly turning his head, his green eyes scanned the kitchen entrance, seeing the little blue hedgehog walk in slowly, looking tired, with her backpack on her shoulders. She slipped the straps off, tossed it beside a chair, and, with some effort, managed to sit on the chair—which was taller than her.

“So, kiddo? How was school?” Sonic asked, walking to her side and pulling out a chair.

“Tiring... It’s so boring having to sit in a chair all day...” She crossed her arms.

“I know how it is... But just relax, it’ll be over soon.” He gave her a light pat on the back.

“Dad, can you help me with my homework?” she asked quietly.

“Sure thing. Just show it to your old man—shouldn’t be anything too tricky.” He laughed, leaning an elbow on the table and setting aside his soda as she reached for her bag, pulling out her pencil case and notebook.

She carefully opened the notebook, flipping through the pages until she found the lesson, then handed it to her dad, who smiled and scanned the page.

“All right, let’s see...” Sonic began to read. “An isosceles triangle is a type of triangle that has two equal sides and—hold on, what? Congruent? Equal angles? Formed with the base?” He furrowed his brow, tilting the notebook as if that would help him understand, his confident grin fading as he read. “Huh... where’s the good old math?”

He looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s up, Dad? You’re an adult, right? You should know this stuff.” She crossed her arms at him.

“I’m an adult with tons of knowledge and experience in many fields, just not triangle puzzles. By Gaia, I don’t even know what that is. I thought math was just adding, subtracting, dividing, and multiplying!” He crossed his arms back at her.

“But that is math, Dad—it’s trigonometry!”

“To me, that just sounds like a snowboard trick. My thing’s speed. I wasn’t made for tough stuff like this. If it were a simple addition or subtraction problem, I’d handle it no problem.” He handed the notebook back to her.

“Can’t you at least try? This assignment is going to count for a grade!” she sighed in exasperation.

Sonic paused for a few seconds, looking at his daughter intently before taking a deep breath.

“All right...” He ran a hand through his quills, frowning. “What do I know about triangles...” He tapped his finger against his temple, closing his eyes tightly, thinking, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, opened his eyes, and dashed off, leaving his daughter confused and staring at the spot he’d just been.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, Sonic reappeared in front of her, holding a small decorative pyramid ornament made of metal.

“How’s this?” He flashed a sly grin.

“And how are you planning to solve my homework with that, Dad?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just use a ruler and add the sides, right?” He tossed the little pyramid into the air and skillfully caught it.

“Of course not!” She took a step forward, pointing at the notebook.

“Sweetheart, solving puzzles is way outside my dad skills...” He flashed her a grin.

“They’re asking for angles, Dad… A-N-G…”

“Okay, no need to spell it out, I get it...” He puckered his lips at her, gripping the pyramid in his hand and setting it on the table, pulling out a chair as she sat across from him.

“I got something that might help...” She rummaged in her backpack and pulled out a round ruler marked with angles.

“Now that helps...” He took the ruler and placed it next to the pyramid, squinting as he inspected the measurements.

“So?” asked the little hedgehog innocently.

“Ninety degrees?” He raised a confused eyebrow, studying the ruler more closely. “Write that down—ninety degrees. And if your teacher gives you trouble, just say your dad helped.” Sonic sighed, handing the ruler back and folding his arms.

“You’re giving up?! We didn’t even really start!” she exclaimed, slapping her hand on the table.

Just then, you entered the kitchen, drawn by the commotion.

“What are you two up to?” you asked, standing at the table and observing the small pyramid now in place.

“Dad was trying to help me with homework… and totally failing,” Sonic pouted at you, then turned to you.

“I wasn’t totally failing—I can’t fail at something I haven’t really tried yet!” He folded his arms again.

“Let me take a look at the assignment...” You picked up the notebook and scanned it, your eyes widening. “Your age and this? Are you really supposed to be learning this already?” you questioned your daughter, who nodded.

“Look,” you said, leaning close. “We start with the law of sines…” You showed her precisely how to complete the exercise.

Sonic’s mouth dropped open as he watched you teach your daughter. Then a small smile spread across his muzzle as admiration glowed in his eyes.

“...Exactly right. Now, to finish, you’ll find the result—2√3, perfect!” You smiled at your daughter, praising her. She looked thrilled.

Then you looked at Sonic, and the intense way he was staring at you made your cheeks flush hot.

“W-what?” you asked, looking away.

He stood and came to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“That was amazing.” He winked at you.

“Well... everyone’s got their areas of expertise, right?” You scratched your neck.

“My area of expertise says I’ve just fallen even more in love with you...” He offered you a knowing side smile. “I’m so lucky to have someone so smart in my life...” His voice dropped lower.

Just then, your daughter broke the spell.

“If you two are gonna kiss, wait until I’m gone—I don’t wanna see any of that.” She said firmly, her ears drooping as she packed up her things.

“Oh, my bad, kiddo...” Sonic chuckled and gave you a quick kiss on your forehead. “We’ll continue later...” He released you, grabbed his soda, then crouched beside your daughter to ruffle her quills playfully.

“Wanna go for a run? Not that you’ll beat me, but it’ll be fun.” The little one gave a mischievous smile and nodded, and in an instant, the two of them were gone, leaving only a blue blur behind, their clothes fluttering in the rush of speed.

You sighed and closed your eyes, shaking your head. It was amazing how he still made you blush, even after all this time together—and it was one of the things you loved most about him.

Shadow

It was early on a weekend morning; a gentle breeze rustled his black quills as he focused on the task he had chosen for the day: cleaning his motorcycle.

Shadow carefully wiped the metal parts, his red eyes scanning for any specks of dirt on the vehicle.

He heard small footsteps approaching across the yard and didn’t even have to look to know it was his daughter—he knew the sound of her walk too well.

“Dad?” she called softly.

“Hm?” he responded, placing the cloth on the handlebar and turning to her.

She came closer and handed him her open notebook.

“Can you help me with my homework?” she asked as he took the notebook into his hands.

“Sure... Come, let’s sit over here.” He guided her to sit at a small wooden table nearby, placing the notebook down and beginning to look over the assignment.

“So? You know the answer, right? This assignment’s even messing with my sleep,” she said worriedly, fidgeting with her fingers on the table.

“The powers (-2)^4 and -2^4… are they the same or different...?” He read the question quietly, then brought a hand to his chin, narrowing his eyes. He took a few seconds to think before clicking his tongue.

“Dad? You don’t know the answer?” the little one asked.

“It’s not about not knowing... The real question is... what’s the point of this in your life?” He looked into her eyes.

“I won’t pass the school year if I don’t know it,” she raised an eyebrow at Shadow, who just closed his eyes and sighed.

“You don’t know how to do it, do you? I thought the Ultimate Lifeform would be able to solve something like this easily...” she crossed her arms at him.

“I was created for many reasons, but solving math questions was definitely not one of them...” he said, picking up a pencil and trying to scribble something in the notebook.

“Why are you answering it then?” she leaned over slightly, trying to see what he was writing, eyes widening when she saw him doing some absurd math.

“Dad, you’re adding both numbers? That’s not how it starts!”

“I’m trying...” he gritted his teeth, grabbing the eraser and rubbing out his scribbles.

“That’s just scribbles, Dad... not the answer,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Tell me how to start the question then...” He dropped the pencil on the notebook, crossing his arms, waiting for her to respond.

She scooted closer, pointing at the problem.

“Dad... this is raised to the fourth power... that means you do two times two four times... not two times four!”

Shadow looked at her with his mouth slightly open, processing her words for a few seconds, then raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t get it... if I do two times two four times...” He discreetly counted on his fingers. “It all comes out to four...” His red eyes looked at her in confusion. She just put a hand to her temple.

“No, first you do two times two... then you do two times four!”

“Whoever made this wasn’t very smart... There should be a better way to visualize it... How was I supposed to know this is how you do it?” He raised his hands in disbelief.

“By learning math?” she crossed her arms at him.

“Math never helped me protect the world...” He crossed his arms right back, grinding his teeth.

Watching the two of them at the little table outside, seemingly locked in a long debate, you raised an eyebrow and slowly walked outside, stopping beside Shadow and looking closely at what they were doing.

“Homework?” you asked, noticing how Shadow’s shoulders instantly tensed up at your approach.

“Yeah... but Dad’s not really helping much...” the little one said softly.

“Ah, sweetie, Shadow is terrible with anything school-related.” You giggled softly, watching your daughter’s surprised expression.

“What do you mean?” she asked, stunned.

“Your dad never turned in a single homework assignment in his life when he was living on the ARK.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling him tense up even more.

“...I thought we agreed never to bring up that detail about my life again.” He muttered lowly, blushing slightly under his fur.

“Sorry, but she had to know, Shads...” you whispered.

“Whoa... I had no idea Dad was the Ultimate Slacker...” she said, amazed, staring at Shadow.

“Well... I can help,” you said, pointing at the notebook.

The little one began writing, while Shadow silently followed along with his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow as he watched the simple steps being completed.

“There you go, the answer’s 16 and -16, perfect.” You praised her, and she happily took her notebook and ran back inside.

Then, you turned your gaze back to Shadow, who sat with his arms crossed and eyes closed.

“Don’t be upset, Shads.” You smiled, walking up behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders. This time, he relaxed under your touch.

“It’s just a bit of math... nothing you’ve ever needed before in your life...” He nodded briefly.

“...Would you teach me?” he asked softly, making your face light up.

“Of course! I can give you private lessons anytime you want—it might be helpful to know the basics.” You hugged him from behind, resting your chin on top of his head.

He let out a quiet ‘hmph,’ though a small smile began to form on his muzzle as he enjoyed being close to you and the idea of spending more time together.

Silver

The white hedgehog was humming softly, content, as he gently poured water from his watering can over the garden. His golden eyes sparkled with pride as he admired all the green and blooming plants.

After finishing, he set the watering can down, placing a hand on his hip to take in the view—until, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a little hedgehog standing at the door, watching him.

Silver turned his head slightly, now seeing his daughter clearly. He smiled warmly and floated over to her with his powers.

“Hey there, little one. What’s wrong?” He landed in front of her, noticing the worried look on her face.

“Dad, I need help with my homework...” she said, hugging her book. Silver’s eyes lit up.

“Great! I can help you—let me take a look.” He smiled, carefully taking the book as she showed him the homework page.

“Okay... Solve the complete quadratic equation using the quadratic formula... 2x² + 7x + 5 = 0...” He stared at the equation for a few seconds, scratching the back of his neck.

“Dad?” the little one asked.

“Uh...” He furrowed his brow at the page. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life...” he admitted softly. “Bhaskara is... what, exactly?” he asked in a whisper.

“The guy who made this up... or something like that,” she shrugged.

“Hmmm...” He rubbed his chin, pouting in concentration. “But... doesn’t this equation already have an answer?”

“I think it wants the value of X, Dad, not the value after the equals sign...”

“Ah, right...” He shrank into himself a little, clearly intimidated by the equation. “In the future we don’t have anything like this... Math’s really different over there...” he murmured.

“That’s true... I guess I never thought about it...” the little one crossed her arms, thinking.

“But I can still help... let’s go.” He smiled, taking the pencil she handed him.

The hedgehog sat down on the ground at the doorstep, the little one doing the same, both examining how to begin.

“Alright... if I have two X’s... let’s say I have...” He looked around and smiled as he spotted two small stones, placing them in front of him. “If I have two stones with this little number here...”

“Dad, I don’t think that’s how you do it...” she raised an eyebrow at his method.

“Relax, sweetie... In the future, math works like this... I think.” He looked away. “Anyway... moving on, how about...” He tapped the pencil to his chin.

“How about we just start with the formula?”

“You mean that... Baskada thing?”

“Bhaskara.”

“Yeah, that one... Well, I wish I knew what that formula actually is...” He gave her a sheepish grin. “There’s gotta be another way to do it...”

“No, Dad... there’s not.” She shook her head. Silver pouted.

“Not even... if I try using my powers?... Even if it probably won’t help...” he laughed.

“It’s okay, Dad. Thanks for trying to help...” she said softly, reaching to take the book back.

“Wait, I’ve got it!” Silver said suddenly, excited, turning around and heading inside. The little one followed, hopeful and curious.

He found you at the kitchen table, reading a book calmly.

The hedgehog sat in front of you, beaming, and placed the book in front of you. You looked up from your book, curious, then saw the workbook.

“Homework, huh?” You smiled.

“Can you help?” Silver asked, as the little one stopped at his side.

“What’s the task?” You marked your page and set your book down. “A quadratic equation? It’s been years since I’ve done one, but I think I can help.” You said cheerfully.

“Thank you, you’re a real lifesaver...” Silver laughed, crossing his arms on the table. The little one did the same.

“It’s nothing. If you want, I can teach you too.” You smiled.

“Sounds great to me. Math in the future is... not exactly like this.” He scratched his neck, glancing away.

“I know, alright, let me see what I can do.” You analyzed the question, grabbing a pencil and beginning to explain to both of them how the equation worked, making small pauses to remember things before continuing.

However, Silver was actually more focused on you than on your explanation. He was watching you with a soft gaze, following every movement you made with his eyes, a little smile on his face.

Then he let out a long sigh, catching your attention.

“Everything okay? You seem lost in thought...” You laughed, watching him blush and his eyes widen.

“N-no, it’s nothing! I was just... admiring you...” He looked away, scratching his arm.

You chuckled softly.

“Thank you, Silver. You're adorable...”

He smiled gently, then suddenly stood up from the chair.

“I-I’m gonna make us a snack... I’ll be right back!” He fumbled a little trying to get out of where he was, quickly heading to the cabinets, looking for ingredients.

Now it was your turn to admire him, watching every agile movement and the little smiles he gave.

“Mom...?” The little one called, breaking the spell and bringing your attention back to her.

“Ah, sorry, here, you just have to do this and you’ll finish the equation.” You said quickly. The little hedgehog giggled softly, clearly enjoying the cute interactions between her parents.

Scourge

The hedgehog was sprawled out on the couch, his muzzle fur covered in chip crumbs as he munched away. Every now and then his hand reached into the bag for more snacks, bringing them lazily to his mouth.

He shifted a bit, stretching his back, enjoying the calm of the house at night. In the armchair, you were curled up reading a book, also savoring the peaceful moment.

That was until the sound of a bedroom door upstairs echoed through the house. The familiar creak made Scourge flick his ears back. He licked his fingers and tossed the snack bag aside. His blue eyes followed the sound of tiny footsteps coming down the stairs, already spotting two little green-furred hedgehogs whose eyes sparkled mischievously upon seeing Scourge.

“Dad!” the older one called out, coming down quickly, followed by her younger sister.

“Whaddaya want?” he asked, stretching and sitting upright to look at them.

“...Help us with homework?” the older one asked with an innocent look, showing him her notebook, the younger mimicking her with hers.

“Uh...” Scourge looked at their notebooks, scratched his neck, then glanced over at you. “Hey... think ya could gimme a hand here?” he asked. Slowly, you lowered your book, observing the three—but didn’t even have time to answer.

“Dad! We want your help this time. Mom helps every time!” the older one insisted, crossing her arms and staring at Scourge. His ears turned sideways, clearly uncomfortable. You let out a husky chuckle, enjoying the scene and his interaction with the girls.

“...My help, huh?”

“Yes...” both said in unison.

“You sure? 'Cause askin’ a stranger on the street might be smarter...” Scourge laughed at his own joke, but his smile faded when he noticed the girls were still serious, arms crossed.

“We don’t care if your head’s empty...” the little one said.

“Hey, watch ya mouth—I’m still ya dad...” he pointed to himself, making the two exchange confused glances.

“Anyway... you heard my sister, we don’t care, we just want your help...” The older one placed the notebook in his lap, waiting for his next move.

Scourge sighed, thinking for a moment, scratching his cheek before clicking his tongue.

“Aight, screw it. I’ll help ya two.” He extended his hand, opening the notebook to the last page.

“This one... just this one left...” The little one pointed to the question.

Scourge cleared his throat before reading aloud.

“What’s the volume ‘n total surface area of a rectang’lar prism with... what—5, 7, and 9 cm?” He paused, trying to make sense of what he just read, then furrowed his brow. “What the hell’s that even s’posed to mean?” He looked at the girls.

“Dad, you’re supposed to know that!” The older one crossed her arms.

“Pfft, yeah right. D’you see me lookin’ like someone who loves math?” He raised an eyebrow at them.

“No, but I thought you’d at least be useful for helping.”

“You’re really gonna keep throwin’ shade at ya own father?!” He gritted his teeth.

“Of course! How can you be the leader of a gang, become a king, fight a bunch of strong people... and still not know how to do basic math?” The older one waved her arms, trying to wrap her head around the fact that Scourge just didn’t know how to do that question.

“I never had to know nothin’ about volume or area... or whatever them scribbles are in that notebook... My brains ain’t about stupid numbers, alright?” he muttered, clearly getting irritated.

You let out a quiet giggle, continuing to read but clearly listening to the conversation.

“You laughin’ at somethin’?” Scourge raised an eyebrow at you.

“Nothing, I was just reacting to a funny part in the book...” You winked at him, returning to your reading. It was pretty obvious the book wasn’t the reason for your laughter.

“Tch... Aight, ya little punks...” He grabbed a pencil and started scribbling something—an absolutely horrendous scrawl. “Done and done. Daddy left a lil' note for the teacher.” He grinned smugly.

“Dad... I hope that’s not a threat...” the older one said in disbelief, taking the notebook from his hands and reading the note. “Teach my daughters something that’s actually useful?” she read aloud.

“Whaddaya think? Just saved ya from homework ‘til the end of the year...” He leaned back on the couch, hands behind his head like he’d saved the world.

The little one huffed, grabbing an eraser and rubbing out the note he’d written.

“I’m not showing that to the teacher...” she frowned.

“Daddy... can you help me?” the younger one asked quietly, holding up her notebook.

“This homework’s already meltin’ my brain...” he sighed, taking the notebook—only for his face to light up with a huge smile. “Six times three? Easy, kid. That’s twenty-one—write it down.” He handed back the notebook, puffing his chest proudly, feeling like father of the year.

At that moment, you lifted your eyes and stared at him in surprise, then raised an eyebrow. The girls looked at Scourge with the same mix of shock and confusion.

“Scourge...” you said softly. “Twenty-one?”

“What? That ain’t right?” He scratched his head, starting to count on his fingers.

“Dad... It’s eighteen...” the older one said with her mouth agape.

Scourge’s eyes went wide, his muzzle visibly flushing even through his fur. He looked away, crossing his arms.

“I-I knew that! C’mon...” He squeezed his own arm, then suddenly got up and left, muttering, disappearing into the kitchen.

You watched Scourge carefully, then turned to your daughters.

“Let Daddy rest his brain. I’ll help you.” Smiling, you closed your book and placed it on the coffee table.

You already knew Scourge would probably stay sulking for quite a while after that scene. But you were also determined to comfort him later and make sure he wouldn’t stay upset about it.