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Heya 👋 I enjoy reading your headcanons, and I love your prompts… could you write the ladies for #5 Tav fainting from a hidden injury?

Tav Faints Due to Hidden Injury

Hey! I always enjoy reading yours as well! Feel free to use any of those prompts as I’d love to see your take on them.

I probably won’t do anything more injury prompts for a while; there’s only so many ways I can hurt poor Tav.

Here’s prompt #5 for Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, and Minthara.

On the way into Baldur’s Gate, while all of your companions watch the lands free themselves of the shadow curse, you manage to walk carelessly into a broken cart handle. You’re no healer, but you know Shadowheart is going to have a thing or two to say if you ask her to patch it up. You decide it doesn’t look that bad, and patch it up yourself. It’s an exciting day, finally arriving in the city. Why bring down the mood with a fresh gash in the side?

Shadowheart

The two of you are taking a short walk to familiarize yourselves with the new camp at Wrym’s Lookout.

You had been trying to keep your cool, but as you climbed up ladders and dodged rumble, you felt the ache in your side start to grow.

You stop and lean against a beam for support, clutching your side and breathing heavily.

“Are you alright, love?” Shadowheart asks tenderly, approaching you slowly before you quickly collapse on the ground.

She rushes over, trying and failing to catch you. She rolls you over on your back, lifting your shirt.

She sees the makeshift bandages you’ve wrapped yourself in and carefully slices away at them with her dagger.

She flinches, seeing the deep gash in your skin. Luckily, you just happen to be in love with one of the best clerics around. A cure wounds spell patches you right up.

You wake up almost immediately to a very unhappy looking Shadowheart.

“Care to explain the massive laceration I just found under your shirt?” She quips. “Or, are we just withholding such information with one another these days.”

“You’re one to talk about withholding information,” you attempt to joke.

She does not laugh. “So I suppose you’ve just forgotten how you acquired such a wound?”

You sighed. “It was on the bridge on the way over. I-I impaled myself with a piece of wood.”

She hits the back of your head with the back of her hand. “Ow!” You shout.

“It would’ve taken me two seconds to heal that wound up fresh. Now you’ve probably got a variety of different diseases swimming around from how poorly you packed it.”

She reaches out a hand to help you to your feet. “Let’s go,” she says. “I’m going to teach you how to properly wrap a wound.”

Lae’zel

You and Lae’zel walk alongside the city walls, just outside the city. Looking for clear signs of damage from the Netherbrain.

She comments a few times on how you are moving slower than usual. “We cannot afford to be so sluggish in the days to come,” she tells you.

It isn’t until you fade paler than Vlaakith herself that she notices something is seriously wrong. You fall to the ground before she can think to catch you.

She notices blood beginning to speckle your undershirt. “Tsk’va!” She curses, cutting away the fabric entirely.

You’re too far from camp and losing too much blood for her to get you back in time. She’s going to have to deal with this herself.

But she couldn’t tell you the first thing about closing a wound.

Hair. She remembers a ghustil sewing her up with a strand of her own hair. She plucks a hair from your head and gets to work.

You wake up halfway through the delicate operation, half crying from the pain of the repeated rough stabbing of your already tender wound.

“Silence!” She shouts, lazer focused on the task at hand. It doesn’t take a psionic tadpole connection to tell that she is angry.

When she’s finally finished, the wound looks… unpleasant to put it mildly. But it should be enough to get you back to camp.

“I didn’t think I needed to explain to you the stupidity of hiding grave afflictions,” she spits.

You open your mouth to apologize, but she cuts you off. “I will not hear apologies, only promises that it will not happen again.”

Karlach

Growing up on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate, Karlach is all too excited to revisit some of her favorite places with you.

Her excitement makes for an easy distraction. She is so focused on her surroundings she doesn’t notice the way you grind your teeth together in pain.

“Hey Soldier, check this out,” she shouts excitedly, walking back towards you with some cool plants she found.

You try to smile, but whiteness clouds your vision as you fall to the ground. She drops the plant and runs to hold you up.

“Soldier? You know you’re not supposed to go and pass out on me. I don’t know how to…”

Panic starts to rise in her chest and she lays you gently on the ground. “Alright Karlach, you got this,” she assures herself.

She lifts the base of your shirt, starting to panic again when she sees the blood soaked bandages.

She gingerly removes them revealing the nasty gash underneath. “Oh boy, you really did a number on yourself,” she says.

She looks around, trying to find absolutely anything that could close the wound. She didn’t know any spells, nor did she know anything about sutures.

She sighed. She had an idea, but she didn’t like it. “Okay soldier, I’m just gonna need you to stay asleep for a little while longer. Can you do that for me?”

Dammon had fixed up her engine so she didn’t burn so hot anymore, but she was pretty sure she could just get hot enough….

She pinched the wound together, then, with clenched teeth, she placed her other hand on top of it. She channeled all of her anger until she smelt the burning of flesh.

You jolted awake with a scream and she pulled away. The wound was now replaced with a cauterized burn.

“It worked! You’re okay!” She exclaimed, rather impressed with herself. “You are never allowed to do that to me again.”

You groan, sitting up. Your head is still spinning from pain and blood loss. You sway ever so slightly.

“Woah, slow down there soldier,” Karlach says, gently pushing you back to lie down. “Again does include right now, you know. Come on. Let’s get you back to camp.”

Minthara

You and Minthara take a stroll around the outer city, allowing her to take in a surface city for the first time.

Not far into your walk though, you begin to feel lightheaded. “Minthara I think I need to sit-“ you are cut off abruptly by your own collapse.

You fall limp onto the cobblestone on the city streets.

She is quickly down beside, cooling your face with her cool hands. It’s only then she notices the bloody bandages under your shirt.

Confused, she cuts away with them away, revealing your injury.

Her face immediately pales. The wound is mild, nothing she is incapable of handling with a simple laying of hand. But you kept this from her.

She patches the wound with a gentle touch. But her mind continues to race. Why would you not tell her? Do you not trust her? Should she trust you?

You stir awake with a whine. The pain in your side is dulled, and you’re able to sit up with relative ease.

Minthara stares harshly back at you, silently awaiting an explanation. When you don’t offer one she asks, “why have you kept this from me?” She tries to hide her hurt behind anger.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. “It’s just- I knew you were excited to see the city- and it was a stupid injury anyway I just- I didn’t want to be a bother.“

She looks dissatisfied with your answer. “We do not keep such grave secrets from one another. My trust is a fragile thing.”

You sigh, defeated. “I know. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

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𝐌𝐈𝐗-𝐔𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏 — Lando Norris⁴

summary: After landing in Miami for his race, Lando carelessly places his bag next to an identical one as he rushes to the bathroom. And in a hurry, you mistakenly grab his bag, thinking it's yours. And during the next five days in Miami, everything took an unexpected turn, escalating into something far bigger than either of you had anticipated.

˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ lando norris x female! reader 🔸

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lhea_theitgirl I can't count how many times we've "seen" him

ynusername more like you can't count in general

lhea_theitgirl you need to stop hanging out with liv

livduh I've raised her so well 🥺

livduh my brother thanks you for getting the gifts ❤️ by ynusername

ynusername tell him I said thanks as well, for the chance to watch the race

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ynusername Imola GP when @/lhea_theitgirl @/livduh ?

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ynusername 😢 ig this is goodbye

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[IRL]

— After the race, you and Lhea headed back to the hotel while Liv returned to her apartment after dropping you both off. It had been a long day, and all you wanted was to relax in the comfort of your bed. The rising tension on the internet about you was getting hard to ignore, and you'd been doing your best to stay off Twitter. Despite everything happening in your life, you still found ways to enjoy it and not let others deter you.

"Earth to YN." You blinked, realizing you were already in front of your hotel room. "Oh, right, the key." You unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking off your sandals and immediately collapsing onto the bed. Lhea, unfazed by your dazed state, grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to you. "Here, hydrate." You accepted it with a grateful nod.

"So, you're basically famous now," she teased. You groaned at the reminder. "I don't even want to think about it," you sighed, setting the bottle aside.

"What's so bad about being famous?" she laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

"A lot. But mainly, it's how people invade your privacy," you explained, checking your phone and seeing thousands of Instagram notifications. People were commenting on old posts that you hadn't bothered to limit. You decided to let them be, knowing ignoring the chaos wouldn't make it disappear.

"Well, we're going home tomorrow. It'll die down soon," Lhea said, patting your back gently. Her sympathetic look quickly turned into a mischievous grin. "What about you and Mister Formula 1 Race Winner, Lando Norris?" You snickered, a smile forming at the mention of Lando. "What about him?"

"Don't play coy! When will you two meet again?" she pressed.

"Hopefully never," you joked with a shrug.

"Well, you should probably meet him now since we're leaving tomorrow," she suggested, her tone hinting at a plan.

"Why don't you go and get us something to eat?" Lhea said, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of bed, steering you towards the door. You rolled your eyes at her obvious scheme but decided to play along. You slipped on your sandals and grabbed your spare key.

Lhea opened the door and gave you a gentle shove out. "Update me!" she called before closing the door behind you.

You scrolled through your phone while waiting for your order. Hotel food was nice, but it was starting to feel repetitive. When your order was called, you tucked your phone away and grabbed your food and drink from the counter. As you turned to leave, you nearly collided with someone. Luckily, they caught you with a gentle grip on your shoulders, preventing a spill.

"I'm so sorry—" you began, looking up to see the person who had saved your drink. It was him, the reason you had even went out despite your exhaustion. "Hi," you managed, offering an awkward smile.

"We can't keep meeting like this," he chuckled, releasing his hold on you. "I feel like my clothes are never safe when we meet." You laughed nervously, "I'm sorry, I was spacing out."

"It's alright," he assured.

A man squeezed between you, prompting an awkward shuffle to the side. "Uh, YN," he said, catching your attention. "Wanna hang out for a few minutes?" Lando's unexpected invitation caught you off guard, but you nodded eagerly. He motioned towards an empty seat by the window, and you followed him, feeling a rush of excitement.

As you settled into your seats, a waitress approached to take your order. "I'll just have an iced tea, thank you," you told her. Lando raised an eyebrow, "You're not eating?" You shook your head. "I already ate before you arrived," you explained. Lando nodded in understanding.

"Well, if you want, you can take some of my food," he offered with a warm smile. You returned the smile, appreciating his generosity.

After placing your order, the waitress left, leaving you and Lando alone at the table. "So, is this your go-to spot after celebrating a race?" you asked playfully. Lando chuckled, shaking his head. "No, usually it's the bar with a few friends, or I head straight back to where I'm staying and sleep."

"So, why a diner today?" you inquired, curious about his choice. Lando explained that a friend of his had been craving food from this place and asked him to pick some up. "Won't he be upset if his food takes too long?" you wondered. Lando shrugged. "He'll survive a few extra minutes without food," he replied, prompting a laugh from both of you.

As you chatted, time seemed to fly by. You shared laughs over embarrassing and interesting stories and bonded over shared interests. It felt comfortable and easy, unlike your previous encounters with the F1 driver.

"To think, accidentally taking my bag led to this," Lando remarked, a smile playing on his lips. You chuckled. "I'm pretty sure it was me spilling my drink on you that started it all," you countered. Lando shook his head. "Nah uh," he said, a brief silence before laughter took over.

"It's been really nice meeting you, YN," Lando said, his gaze sincere. Your cheeks flushed with warmth. "Y-yeah, it was nice meeting you too, Lando," you replied, feeling a sense of gratitude for the unexpected connection you had made.

And with that, the night went on with Lando spending his first race win celebration with you.

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landonorris I had fun. Another hangout when???? 👀👀

user3 is that lando?

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user5 Lando's hand? 🤨

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[IRL]

You hurriedly slipped on your shoes and grabbed your essentials— wallet, spare key, and phone —before dashing out of the hotel room. "Lhea, make sure everything is packed, okay?" you called back to your friend, who nodded in acknowledgment as she watched you rush to the elevator. It was your last day in Miami, and you were eager to spend it hanging out with your newfound friend— and crush —Lando Norris. Though it was just a small crush, the many coincidental encounters with him had made it blossom into something more.

Arriving in the hotel lobby, you spotted Lando sitting and waiting for you. He stood up as you approached, stashing his phone away to greet you. As he walked over, he gave you a friendly side hug, which you gladly returned. "So, where should we go?" you asked, smiling up at him as you both pulled away. "I was thinking a classic movie date and then maybe we can try go Karting?" Lando suggested.

The word "date" caused a flutter of excitement in your stomach, but you quickly composed yourself and nodded. "Yep, that sounds nice. Can't remember the last time I went to the cinema with someone other than my girlfriends," you chuckled, trying to play it cool.

Lando let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that you didn't seem to dwell on the word "date." He mentally scolded himself for slipping up. This was just a friendly hangout, nothing more.

"Shall we?" you prompted, nodding towards the door. Lando nodded in agreement, and you walked together, side by side, as you headed out for your movie hangout.

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livduh I wanna go Karting ☹️

ynusername next time babes 💋

lhea_theitgirl we're gonna miss you, Olives 😢

livduh I already miss you

ynusername ya'll being over dramatic, we'll literally meet in after two months

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user9 they're not dating?

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landonorris maybe next time you might finally win a race against me 😉

ynusername don't get cocky just because you're officially a race winner 😒

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ynusername what's a wag?

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[IRL]

Lando insisted on dropping you off at the airport, and now it was finally time to leave Miami. You felt a pang of sadness, mostly because you wouldn't be able to spend more time with your new friend— crush. "Got everything?" he asked, as you checked your luggage one last time to make sure nothing was missing.

"Yep, all set," you confirmed, adjusting the strap on your bag.

"Please don't accidentally grab someone's bag again," he teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, "No promises."

For a few moments, the two of you stood there in silence, neither wanting to say goodbye. Lando took a step forward and pulled you into a full hug. Surprised, you initially froze, but then you relaxed into the embrace, savoring the moment. He finally pulled away, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I'll see you in Imola, I hope," he said, his eyes searching yours.

You gave him a big, warm smile. "I hope so too. We'll keep in contact?"

Lando nodded. "We'll keep in contact," he reassured.

Turning away, you started walking into the terminal. Just before entering, you glanced back and waved a small goodbye, catching his smile one last time.

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ynusername they're arguing in the gc (we love you too)

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ynusername we had a yt channel when we were pretty young. should we give it another try? 🤔

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user16 not YN fangirling about Oscar 😭

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user18 was I tripping or did I see you at the airport?

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Hello there 👋, I hope you’re having a great day

I saw that you’re open for some requests, may I request some scenario/short fic for Fyodor Dostoevsky, in a story where Fyodor and Reader (female) are childhood friends, and they both got separated for some quite long time due to some family business reasons, because of that, Reader doesn’t recognize Fyodor anymore (she still remembers him, but she forgot how his face looks like). One day, they both meet again at the moment where Fyodor got captured by Ace (the white haired mafia executive from season 3 episode 4), and reader was currently working as his subordinate, I don’t know if you’re accepting some angst with happy ending, but if you don’t, then you’re allowed to decline this request, that’s all, thank you 🙏💖

"Come with me, my angel. I will sew your wings back where they belong"

Summary: You were but a flower in the wide open to him fo back in his childhood you were the only companion he had, now Fyodor meets you again but in hands of another man, will he truly resurect you or leave you as you be?

Genre: hurt to comfort (kindaof), romance Warnings:fem reader, suicide (implied for ace), slight manipulation, follows canon events of the episode, dialogues are different, not proofread, reader collapses because of overload information

A/N: this seemed so intresting :0

Fyodor remembers it all, from the day you had first met him in a fancy doll-like attire to the day he lost you.

He remembers everything.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

"I get to choose the type of game we play" the white-haired man says a tint of arrogance splayed on his tone, ace thought he had everything in control from his subcordiates to the hostage infront of him. He had already debated he would win.

"Go ahead" the man replies back his thick russian accent hiding an enigma. You were simply Ace`s right hand but how tired you were from this mans arrogance as if he was the king or something.

"Hm, this man seems quite intelligent i wonder if he can beat Ace, i really do hope he does" you think to urself you always remained quiet and god had somehow accepted your request

"Name! go get a stash of playing cards" Aces harsh tone cuts your thoughts off as you slightly roll your eyes and leave to get the cards. The thing you didnt know was the purple-eyed sharp gaze you may have forgotten who he was but he didnt.

"Is she another of your subcordinate?" he asks, fake curiosity in his tone. "Why yes could you not see the collar around her neck? Such a pretty face should not go to waste!" Ace mocks not knowing you were behind the door gritting your teeth.

"Sir, i have brought the items" you break their conversation bending over to hand over the stash of items "Ah finally" Ace heaves in exaustaion as if hes the one who was made to fetch them, his hand snatching the deck of cards hastily.

You couldnt care any less about the game they were playing but you could only focus on the man infront of you, beautiful amethyst eyes dark bags under them and luscious raven like hair one would mistake them for the feathers of a real crow.

Where have you seen such soft hair before?...

"Name, this is Fyodor Dostoevsky" the woman you called mother told you introducing you to the boy infront of you "Well then we will leave you two in the library while we talk about important matters.

Just like that your parents left and you approached the sickly boy crouching down to the wooden floor. "Why do you look so sickly?" you ask the boy as he only glares at you one could say, a tired glare.

"Maybe because i am sick?"

With that you and the sickly boy had interacted more talking and talking for hours, Actually you didnt even care how many hours it had been past back then. The words he uttered made it seemed endless and his topics made you less bored.

Even for fyodor, he was piqued in you, though you may looked like a mindless puppet back then, you had a mind compared to a jungle filled with wild flowers, how etheral and terrifying was something so vast and wide.

“Dear, we must go now bid farewell now” your mother’s voice rang out from the door of the warm and cozy library. “Ah farewell, dostoevsky” you stand up pushing the dust off from your white skirt. “Please, call me fyodor” fyodor quietly replies to which you only smile

“Alright, fyodor”

The next couple of days, you remembered how you had met with this young Russian boy and spent much of your time with him, he was far more interesting than any books you have read or any jewels you inspected.

You remember sitting down under the shadows of oak trees talking about the world beyond this small area of russia.

“Do you believe in immortality?” He asked “Maybe, why” she answered to his question which held thousands of answers but he who asked remained silent.

You remained silent watching the men in front of you play deck cards, apparently it was a guessing game.

“Ah” fyodors voice caught you back to the game, he had guessed the last card to your shock but the one who was most shocked was Ace but before you could react he had smashed a wine bottle on the winners head, staining red wine all over his face.

All of this shocked you as you watched ace walk out angrily and just sighed.

“That was really smart of you, Dostoevsky.” Ah- the name you first called him, you had really forgotten have you? “Was it? Well I simply memorised all of the cards imprints layer flat on the table” he remarked nonchalantly. “Simply? That’s quite impressive in my eyes though” you answered back rubbing his ravenous feather like hair with a soft towel as all the other subordinates watched from afar. “Say, what is your ability?” you ask putting his ushnanka “Well my ability allows me to control time and ability” the man answered tilting his head towards you.

He lnsists it’s his ability only for you to kneel down next to his ear, away from the pipe attached to the ceiling

“You are a liar”

Your voice softly whispers in his ears but instead of him being shocked at your intellectual guess, the man can only smirk as he replies back. “Correct, моя дорогая мышка”

Your eyes dilate in shock, the name he called you…

You remember he used to call you this same exact pet name all the time but just because your memories from your past stays on the other side of the storm that doesn’t mean you can’t see through the clouds.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Anxiety casted over you as your eyes meet the disastrous scene unfold infront of you. The white haired man came back but at what cost? The cost of disbelieving in god, the thought brushes over you as you stare at Ace’s hanging body and the little boys corpse.

“Both of them are dead, моя любовь” a voice corrects behind you as you instantly turn around. You stare at the so man who had defeated the port mafia executive, such a man was capable of causing such destruction.

Even so your curiosity seeped through, “Wh- no what are you…?” Your voice could have make a croak when you felt his lip bitten fingers rise your chin towards his menacing eyes.

You could only stare at the man’s eyes, how can a man be so pretty yet cruel at the same time?

“My dear [name], do you not remember the boy you talked under the skies of Moscow city?” your eyes widen.

“Fyodor? Fyodor Dostoevsky?” This was too much for you, all of the memories appearing in your head like slideshows, your head was feeling dizzy but it was him! Your friend

And before you could say anything you felt your body collapse, with your head falling on his chest not that fyodor was surprised since it went as he planned

His hands pick you up and carries your dizzy form to the boat. After that you didn’t know what happened but somehow you had woken up in a cozy bed.

“Ah моя любовь, you are awake from your slumber I see.” Fyodors calm voice calls out, a much softer and less intimidating smile on his face.

You remain silent before getting up and inspecting his face. “It’s really you..” you try to reach out for his face but hesitate for a while but he says nothing before grabbing your hand.

“[name] I will wholeheartedly explain everything to you, but firstly would you care to join in my mission of redeeming the worlds pure form?” He takes your hand gently and brings it to his lips, looking at you adoringly.

“That means murder and violence am I right, Fyodor?” You ask still captivated by his beauty. “You are quite witty after all” he chuckles to himself

you move away your hand move closer to him before cupping his face and locking your forehead with his, which caught fyodor off guard.

“Yes, yes I will fedya. Anything to be back with you again but this time don’t leave me…please” “of course I won’t, моя дорогая мышка”

a/n: OH MG I AM SO SORRY ANON THIS TOOK SOO LONG

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[base0h]

Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

[voidandabyssal]

Heyy i saw your request are open :D, im sorry if this is cringe but can i get uhhhhh....can i get a uhh...can i get the lovely undertale and underswap boys with a tired s/o who came back from school or work

Some context:

One day i came back from school and i literally just pass out cold on the sofa and slept for a good 4 hours until my parents woke me up lmao

I wanted the boys reacting to that kinda scenario, would they be worried? Would they be chill? It's in your hands now 🥸✊️

Also thank you so much for be writing for undertale i love your works, please take as long as you need, no pressure

Take care 👋

Fear not anon, cringe is dead and I am busy burying it 6 feet under

Sans:

Sans spots you knocked out cold on the couch soon after returning from his own tiring job

He joins you right away

Sans doesn’t want to push you awake or anything so he just collapses on top of you.

Luckily he’s pretty light so him crashing down onto you doesn’t wake you up

If Papyrus doesn’t catch either of you two, then you’d both probably sleep until the next day

When you do wake up (likely to the sound of Papyrus’s lecturing) you accidentally shove Sans off of you

He goes crashing to the floor. The perfect wake up call for such a lazybones! (At least that’s Papyrus’s opinion)

Papyrus:

Like Sans, Papyrus walks in to you already passed out on the couch

He gives you the deepest, most withering look he can manage and exhales the most disappointed sigh he can give

You are spared the wrath of Papyrus’s lecture, for now! He is much too busy finishing up this year’s paper work!

(He can also see how tired you are so he leaves you be)

At least until it’s 8pm and your still knocked out, then he shakes you awake

Though he doesn’t lecture you

He really shouldn’t encourage such lazybones behaviour! But he also noticed how tired you were lately

He can make one exception, just this once though!

Blue (us sans):

Blue was too busy cooking in the kitchen to notice your long nap

When he goes out to get you ready for dinner he notices you

Weren’t you napping like 4 hours ago?! Blue gasps, have you turned into Stretch?! Has his brother’s bad habits finally rubbed off on his favourite human?!

He has a moment of silence for you before he tugs you out from the couch and plops you down on the dining room chair

Can’t sleep if you’re too busy eating

Blue also tries to feed you some sweet desserts! Then you’ll have more energy!

Then you can hang out more!

Stretch (us paps):

You’re so tired when you get home that you fall asleep on Stretch. Just collapse on him like as he lays on the couch watching the latest nabstation show

Stretch wraps his arms around you and follows you right into sweet, sweet unconsciousness

He wakes up briefly just to chase Blue off from bothering either of you

Then he carries you up to his room. There, now you can sleep fully uninterrupted for however long you want

He regrets doing that when you both wake up at 3 in the morning and have all the energy in the world

(You accidentally wake up Blue and now you’re both stuck listening to his lecturing. Send help!)

[ohbo-ohno]

https://www.tumblr.com/ohbo-ohno/727912874020847616/with-the-shock-collar-how-would-it-play-put-if?source=share

They try to give her more outside time after Simon's blunder, loosen her leash just a bit so she can wander a little farther than the fence's original boundaries, but she's adamant on staying indoors. Reader is terrified it's a trick and they can't force her to go outside because that'll exacerbate her distrust of them.

But let's say one day they finally manage to get her to come outside without the collar on (but with supervision, they can catch her themselves if she runs) but she's still extremely cautious, sticking close to the doorway into their home. She's not wearing the collar, but she can still feel the phantom weight of it and the pain it caused, and Simon and Johnny can tell what she's thinking because they see her absently rubbing at the empty spot on her neck with shaking fingers.

Somehow, they manage to coax her into kicking around a football/soccer ball with them, getting her relaxed and spending time with her, delighting in the growing smile on her face, seeing her happy and not scared- but then one of them accidentally kicks it a little passed the fence's boundaries and she goes to get it, but realizes just as she passes the fence that she's further than she should be and that if she was wearing the collar, she would have been shocked.

It doesn't even register to her to make a run for it, she's just petrified that she'll still somehow get shocked or punished, and without even thinking, she runs back to Simon and Johnny, crying and shaking as she burrows herself in their arms that she didn't mean to go past the fence, that she wouldn't ever leave them.

And Simon and Johnny are conflicted. On one hand, they're happy she came back to them herself, but on the other hand, they're afraid the shock collar scarred their poor little pet. But they'll focus on the good for now, and reassure her that she's alright and they understand, that Johnny just kicked the ball a little too hard, she was okay and they were proud of her for coming back to them.

From that point on, they ease up on her restrictions. She's still cautious of them and their rules, and it's a slow process, but she begins to trust. But they still don't want to lose their pet. So despite not using the shock collar anymore, they microchip her while she's sleeping, so that even if she does manage to escape or leave them, they'll always find their precious little pet no matter where she is.

- 🥍 Hi, lacrosse anon if no one has it! I also sent those three other shock collar asks plus the malicious compliance one 👋😊

shock collar asks: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

you are soooo big brained lacrosse ily

after the first time you were shocked, you stayed glued to their sides when you went out. a good sign for them - you trusted them to keep you safe, knew being good meant being close. post-accidental shock you don't stay near them, you stay as close to the house as possible. this is not good. especially if they maybe forced her out with it still on once or twice before realizing how genuine her panic was and resigned themselves to taking it off for her. she'd be so scared and untrusting :(

looove the rest of the ask too. i could also see her freezing there because she realized she passed the perimeter, staring back at them with huge terrified eyes and just going still as her brain waits for a shock. cries in place and waits to collapse. johnny and simon have to grab her hands, coax her back to the house and maybe even carry her if her legs stop working :( still praising her for not running, saying she's such a good girl for waiting for them to come get her

and like you said, they're extremely conflicted. they hate that you're so terrified of the pain, but... it is good that you have such a negative reaction to leaving. they just need to make you trust them again, need you to understand that as long as you're with them they'll let you know what is or isn't ok

also you through the microchip in there at the end and i almost missed it!!! rubbing the back of her neck and confused why she's so sore, them just brushing her hands off and saying she must've slept wrong :/

[theunholybastard]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I have one. If you are up for it can you write a fic involving Mountain. It really doesn't matter which ghoulette you choose. I'm happy with any of them. Inhuman, so claws, tails, fangs etc. Porn over plot. I would like a breeding kink, knotting, and pregnancy.

Thank you so much!!!

Hi, lovely! 👋 I am more than up to oblige your request! I hope this is to your satisfaction, my apologies though if it feels a little rushed, I wrote like half of this while on my work break lol 😭🙏 Enjoy xx

A Heated Encounter (Mountain x Aurora smut)

Tags: Porn with no plot, Size Kink, Monster-Fucking, Biting/Scratching, Praise, Pet Names, Marking, Marathon Sex, Overstimulation, Heat/Rut, Breeding, Knotting, Mentions Of Pregnancy At The End, MountainxAurora is my favorite ghoul ship so this is very self indulgent lolol

They've lost count of how many rounds they've been going at it at this point. Mountain must've pumped a dozen loads into her by now, and that's hardly an exaggeration. Ghouls are notorious for their unwavering stamina on an average day, but when both of the ghouls are in heat? They could go all day. And believe me, they have been.

Aurora was tucked underneath Mountain, her legs hooked over his shoulders, folded in a mating press. Mountain towers over the small-framed ghoulette, pressing his body impossibly close to hers. His fat cock pulses within her, stretching out her tiny cunt, so deep she could practically feel him in her stomach. She can't help but squirm in his restricting embrace, wiggling her hips against his, pushing him even deeper into her.

"C- C'mon, 'Rora. You gotta stop moving around. You're driving me crazy, princess." Mountain groans, low and gravely, his sore cock beginning to harden again, ready for another round. Aurora laughs deliriously, too fucked-out and cock-drunk to think of anything else but her own primal desires. "Need more..." She whines, her tail flicking in agitation and wrapping around Mountains thigh, pulling him closer.

"I know princess, I know. Gonna give it to you, 'promise. Gonna pump you full till I can't anymore..." Mountain sighs, starting to thrust again, slowly and shallowly at first. Despite his meager beginner thrusts, it's still painfully overstimulating for the both of them, Auroras long claws involuntarily digging into his back as she lets out a desperate, throaty cry. The pain only spurs them on further, mixing so beautifully with the pleasure.

Mountain, achieving full hardness, begins to fuck into her harder, slamming against her cervix with every calculated thrust. His mouth moved across her collarbone, his fangs gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His lips began trailing down towards her chest, pausing to leave marks against her pale, grey skin along the way, all while pounding into her at an inhuman pace. His hands had moved to her hips, holding her firmly in place. He was determined to savor every moment, every touch, every taste.

"Good girl, 'Rora. T-take it all." He grunts. "Gonna stuff you full of my seed, fill you up with my kits. You want that, love? You want me to breed you?" Aurora wails incoherently, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, panting like a bitch in heat. (which, technically, she was.) "Yes! Yes, yes, oh Satanas, yes!" She squeals excitedly, her sopping cunt clenching around Mountains length, ripping another gutteral growl from his throat.

Mountains tail twitches aggressively, swishing back and forth like a whip, signifying he was close. Aurora notices, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, giving him no possible chance of pulling out, not that he would want to anyway. "Fuck yes! G-give me your knot, Mounty, get me pregnant! Fill me up, please baby, please!"

With one last snap of his hips, Mountain releases a loud, animalistic moan, flooding her womb with his seed, his huge knot popping and stretching her out so much she felt as if she was going to explode. Mountain collapsed on top of her in exhaustion, unable to move, unable to think. All they could do now is try to catch their breath as they wait for his knot to deflate so he could slide out of her overused, leaking hole, and fall asleep together in a sweaty, sticky embrace.

As the months go by, Auroras stomach swells with child, body growing and readying to sustain the life that she was creating in her womb. Mountain, of course, is fiercely protective over her in this state, by her side constantly as he anxiously awaits the arrival of his little ghouls. But regardless of how much time passes, neither Mountain nor Aurora will ever forget the fateful day that brought them their growing family.

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[urfavouritegirlie]

Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

[cascowriteswords]

hi everyone 👋 i wrote something  [[the one where i found this in my google docs from months and months ago and finally finished it and accidentally created a teeny tiny fwb au]]

“Is this why you invited me over?”

Lexa humphs. She tries to take her phone back from Clarke’s grabby little hands but no luck; Clarke uses her shoulder to block her, shoulders rounding as she leans over the phone possessively like Gollum with a ring. 

“It’s not, but - oh, wow, Lex. These are - these are really bad.” Clarke can barely get her words out around the laughter bubbling up from her chest. Lexa’s ears burn and her cheeks pink as she collapses back against the couch, half wishing the cushion would just swallow her whole. She crosses her arms and tucks her chin against her sternum, the definition of sulking while Clarke ridicules her dating profile. She swipes through profile pictures - the main one with Lexa proudly holding an 8lb bass she’d caught last summer, the next of her locked in an arm-wrestling match with Anya, another posing with Lincoln’s golden retriever puppy in the middle of a baseball diamond. 

Lexa thought the pictures were good, making her look attractive and showcasing some of her personality - outdoorsy, athletic, good with animals. 

Clarke apparently doesn’t share her opinion. 

“The fish pictures. What is it with the fish pictures? I thought it was a straight white boy thing but. Well, you don’t quite fit that bill.“ 

“I’ve gotten a lot of matches and compliments on my pictures, thanks. Especially on the one with the bass. Can I have my phone back now?”

“Yeah, I see that. Hm, here - Kylie Jones. Has a boyfriend but wants to experiment if you can be discreet. She’s excited to have found a lesbian that isn’t so ‘butchy’ - her words, definitely not mine. And then Dana Walters, who has a Let’s Go Brandon t-shirt on in her profile pic. Really reeling in the all-around 10s I can see.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Lexa lurches forward and catches Clarke by surprise enough to wrest her phone out of her hands. She promptly hits the lock button and slips it back into her pocket. “They’re not all like that. I’ve gotten plenty of perfectly nice, fully vaccinated girls replying too.”

“Why are you even on Tinder?” Clarke changes her line of questioning. “I’ve never heard of anything good coming from it. People just use it to hook up.”

Lexa shrugs. “Maybe that’s all I’m looking for. I’m not searching for love.” 

Because she’s already found it. She exchanges a meaningful look with Clarke, who undoubtedly picks up on her unspoken thought. But Clarke had told her she isn’t ready to be with anyone, not yet. 6 months ago. And Lexa’s willing to wait - she knows that Clarke’s ex-boyfriend had cheated on her and understands that she isn’t ready to jump back into dating right away. But she’s also human and has needs and 6 months is a long time. So, Tinder.

Clarke looks thoughtful. She keeps staring at Lexa and Lexa stares back, not quite sure why her heart is beating a little faster in her chest. “So you’re just looking for meaningless sex? No strings attached?” 

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I can do that.” Clarke looks completely serious but Lexa’s certain she must be joking. She’d rejected her when she'd asked her out on a date all those months ago and they’ve been platonic friends ever since, and now this? She’s offering sex? Cannot compute. “You don’t need to go out and meet these random strangers. That doesn’t sound safe, or fun.”

Lexa can think of a dozen reasons that’s a horrible idea, starting with the fact that she’s in love with Clarke and Clarke is not in love with her. It’s a recipe for a disaster. “Uh, it’s nice of you to offer but -” 

“Are you horny right now?” Clarke interrupts, effectively shutting Lexa up. “Because if I’m honest you’ve been driving me nuts in those jeans all day.” Her eyes rake up and down Lexa’s body and Lexa swallows, mouth suddenly dry. Clarke’s hand is on her knee now and she isn’t sure how or when it got there. 

“Clarke, we really shouldn’t,” she says, but she’s unable to keep the hitch out of her breath when Clarke scoots a little closer, slides her hand a little higher. It could be a trick of the light but it looks like her pupils have gotten bigger, infiltrating normally-blue territory. 

“You don’t want to?”

“You know I do,” Lexa laments. “It’s just that -”

“Feelings. I know,” Clarke sighs. She’s rubbing circles over the faded denim covering Lexa’s inner thigh now, absentmindedly. “So you’d really rather fuck some stranger?”

“Not at all,” Lexa admits. “But…” 

“Maybe it would be easier than you think. To separate the physical from feelings?” Clarke suggests. Lexa’s pretty sure sex would just compound her feelings. She bites her lip, torn and uncertain. Her heart and her body want one thing but her head is warning her against it. “Okay. Okay, I’ll stop pushing, I’m sorry. I’m being an asshole. You said no.” Clarke says, smiling in a sweetly apologetic way. She pulls away and returns to her separate space on the couch, sighing, looking adorably flustered. 

Flustered because she wants Lexa. Fuck. And Lexa wants her. So what are they even doing, sitting here feeling tortured? Her resolve breaks quickly. “Okay,” she says. Clarke’s eyes snap up to meet hers, full of question. “I know you said you’re not ready for a relationship right now, but if you feel like you’re ready to sleep together then we can try -”

Clarke is across the couch and in Lexa’s lap so quickly it almost knocks the wind out of her. Lexa had thought she was the only one pining and wanting and lusting after her best friend but despite Clarke’s rejection, she seems equally as desperate and frantic as she crushes her lips to Lexa’s. And fuck, it’s even better than Lexa had imagined it would be. Clarke’s lips taste like her vanilla chapstick and she winds her fingers through Lexa’s hair and Lexa has never felt so consumed by a kiss. So wholly unable to think of anything else, her pulse fluttering wildly as her hands find and settle on Clarke’s hips. Clarke reacts to the touch and grinds down and Lexa is briefly embarrassed by the moan that flies out of her mouth, until Clarke mumbles, “Fuck, that’s so hot,” against her lips. She nips at Lexa’s lower lip then, pulling it between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to sting, eliciting another moan. 

Lexa normally prefers to maintain a little bit more control during sexual encounters, but with Clarke in her lap kissing her furiously and rocking her hips she finds herself more than willing to relinquish some control. Things move fast and slow simultaneously from there, time blurring as they lose themselves in one another, all roaming hands and hungry mouths. After an indeterminate amount of time Clarke reaches down and deftly undoes the button of Lexa’s jeans. Following a quick check-in to which Lexa very quickly consents, Clarke slips her hand under the elastic of Lexa’s underwear and runs her fingers through her, finding her already slick with anticipation. 

“Fuck, Clarke,” Lexa gasps at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily. 

“I’ve got you,” Clarke murmurs softly, stilling long enough that Lexa opens her eyes, not quite remembering when she’d shut them in the first place. She’s not prepared for what she sees; the softness in Clarke’s eyes as they search hers, the lust and want clear in them but also something…else. Something she can’t quite put her finger on, and she doesn’t have time because Clarke starts moving again and renders her incapable of thinking of anything other than how fucking good that feels. 

“I’ve got you,” Clarke says again, before leaning back in to swallow Lexa’s groans.

Lexa is fucked - literally and figuratively. Because the more Clarke says that, and the more Clarke keeps touching her like that, the more she realizes that ready for her or not, she’s already very much Clarke’s.

[templeofvengeance]

❛  that's just like you, why should i be surprised?  ❜ (👋)

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

The avian god tilts his head, snapping with a teleport directly in front of the intruder, the point of his beak between his brows. All bark. He's baiting out a flinch.

Because, of course, a mortal shouldn't be seeing him. Shouldn't be speaking to him. Shouldn't have an idea of what's 'just like him,' now should he? Such a personal statement to say to a god. This is the kind of thing he'd expect from Kang.

"So you've done your research, hm?" He pulled back slowly. "A data sheet is different from experiencing the fury of a god first-hand, Spider-Man. No. Miguel O'Hara." This one, no less. The one who collapsed an entire world with little more than a thought. And it had been a good thought, that was the tragic thing-- roads to hell were often paved with them. Still, every Khonshu felt it when that world crumbled, because its Khonshu burned up with it.

The Spider spoke like he did have first-hand experience though. And research shouldn't grant divine sight. It had to be connected to that. (He outright refused to believe technological advancements in 2099 gave mortals the ability to see gods.)

"You're here for the anomaly." Not a question. Something had appeared here that should not be, besides the Spider. (Some kind of D.octor Octopus variant from an undersea-themed world, apparently, resembling a kraken and Davy Jones. Being on land didn't seem to hinder it much, but Jake was having a pretty good time hacking off tentacles with a grappling hook and a broken bottle, not even wearing the damned suit. Idiot.

"Go then. We'll speak when the work is done."

[i-willstealyourtoes]

Hello again 👋

Got another sleeping dogs request. Can you do wei x reader after the mission Final Kill (The mission where he finally finds Dogeyes and kills him)? Like something angsty where Wei is like 'I got revenge for Mimi, winston, and peggy) and reader is helping him with his grief.

I hope you get where I'm going with this lol.

Wei with s/o that's helping him with grief

- Okay so I imagine that y'all have been dating already, so he already trusts to tell you about stuff you know?

- You guys already live with each other so

- This was partly bc of it's easier to watch over you

- Since he knows where you are (mostly), he feels a little more at ease

- (Not completely though)

- With everything going on, I feel like he always worries about your safety

- 'I just- I just don't want to lose you too, okay (Y/n)?'

- Anyway, one day he just comes back home, covered in all sorts of messes

- Blood (both his and others), sweat, water, gasoline, ash, tears

- It was the tears that worried you

- You had seen him cry before, but not often

- So you know this was serious

- He had told you that he was going to kill Dogeyes, but you didn't really believe it

- But now?

- Seeing him, standing at the doorway, covered in dirt, tears in his eyes...

- He could barely close the door before collapsing

- You rushed to him as he fell to his knees, hugging him tight

- 'It's okay... I've got you... It's over Wei, it's over.'

- 'It's.... it's not though... it's not over until I get all the bastards who killed them...'

- You knew he was right.

- He wouldn't get any rest until then.

- 'Winston... Peggy.... Mimi...'

- Even saying that name caused him to cry more.

- You had managed to move him to the bed, letting him sit with you, tightly gripping you.

- It was like he thought you were going to leave too.

- 'They.... they fucking killed Peggy on her wedding day.... her fucking wedding day....'

- You had met Peggy once or twice. She seemed like a really nice woman. She didn't deserve this. None of them did.

- 'I.... I know sweetheart. I know. It's okay.'

- He quickly jolts up in a brief moment of anger

- 'How is it okay!?!?! They killed them!! They're dead now! And now everyone relies on me! How do I even...'

- He sits back down in tears, regretting even raising his voice.

- 'Fuck.... FUCK.'

- You know he didn't mean to, he's just overwhelmed by everything.

- 'You've done so well so far. Really well. They're proud of you. I know they are.'

- He doesn't know what else to say. He's ran out of words.

- 'I'm so... fucking tired... everyone's looking up to me... I can't fucking do it (Y/n)... I can't....'

- It's true. The entire gang looks up to him as their leader. It was too sudden.

- 'I can't fail them.... I can't do it...'

- He can't fail them like he did with her.

- (Mimi)

- 'You didn't do it. You didn't kill her.'

- He looks at you.

- 'I-I wasn't talking about...'

- 'You were thinking about it.'

- You know he still feels guilty about Mimi's death. It still hurts him like it did when she died.

- 'You didn't kill her. It was Dogeyes' fault.'

- He just buries his head in your chest. He can't even process anything correctly right now.

- '.....Fucking Dogeyes....'

- '.....Yeah...'

- 'I hate him.'

- You hold his face and look at him.

- 'He's dead now. He can't hurt anyone anymore.'

- That was true. Wei made sure of it.

- 'Sorry (Y/n). I bet I... sound like an idiot right now.'

- You can tell he's slowly picking himself up again.

- 'No. This is normal, healthy even. I'm glad you trust me with this. I love you.'

- Just saying that makes him feel better.

- 'Do you want to order? I can call for delivery or something Wei.'

- '....Alright.'

- As you phone a take-out, he comes up behind you and hugs you tight.

- 'Thanks.... I love you.'

[total-drama-brainrot]

Hello hello again ophe 👋😇

So I might have Brian stormed some ideas for murder train and yeah there will be 22 passengers

Those being Lindsay, Beth, Noah, Alejandro, Trent, Cody, Justin, Harold, Kitty, Julia, MK, Nichelle, Chase, Shawn, Topher, Ella, Courtney, Wayne, Dawn, Dakota, Owen, and Geoff (still deciding on whether or not to keep Geoff or not)

And here is the culmination of me and someone (that someone is ferocioustrout on tumblr for the very fresh idea of making Nichelle the murder)

Nichelle and Alejandro are working together to kill Dakota as she is big money. Dakota’s body is found inside of Trent’s guitar case. Nichelle also has beef with Dakota for ruining her career due to Dakota taking her spot in for a major role by bribing or something else. Shawn was the only passenger to notice that Alejandro faked his death due to his knowledge of how bodies decompose. Shawn doesn’t tell anyone due to his zombie paranoia getting to him and thinks that Alejandro might become a zombie. Courtney has beef with Lindsay due to Lindsay being a “rising star detective” as Courtney feels like Lindsay doesn’t deserve the spotlight.

And for ideas of funi ways alehandwalker can abuse his control I’m sorry for saying this but whenever Noah falls he is forced into the family guy death pose 😭

-Ass Stars anon

Hello hello again A.S. Anon! 👋😇

Nichelle and Alejandro gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing their way through murdering Dakota and framing other people for doing so? It's the multigenerational crossover I didn't know I needed until now. (I think Nichelle could be such a good antagonist, especially if she retains her s2 competence, and who better to coach her dive into villainy than the Archvillain himself?)

And of course Shawn would know all about the stages of mortis, given his zombie expertise and all. I'd like to imagine that his paranoia would flare up the moment they realise that Alejandro's 'body' (if there is one) is missing- dead bodies don't move by themselves, but undead ones sure do! So seeing Alejandro 'alive' would just confirm his delusions. Poor guy.

Courtney having one-sided beef with Lindsay because she would make such a better detective is so in character; she's shown canonically to get jealous easily, and she's self-important enough to always believe herself better than everyone (I love her to pieces for it too, we stan a self-confident queen), so watching Lindsay stumble her way through playing detective would have her control issues flaring up big time. Bonus points if, when Courtney inevitably does spearhead the investigation, she fails miserably whilst Lindsay has a major breakthrough.

As for the fic idea; hilarious, but I'm not sure if it'd be feasible to incorporate into the fic itself. Still, I encourage everyone who reads the rice krispies fic to imagine Noah involuntarily ragdolling himself into the family guy death pose every time Owen says "Al" or something (because Alejandro would absolutely use Noah as a pawn in his revenge against Owen, and having his best friend collapse every time he inadvertently annoys Alejandro would quickly condition Owen into becoming less of a nuisance- for Alejandro himself, at least.)

[postcanongirl]

Hello everyone,👋❤️

In the heart of Gaza, we are facing a humanitarian disaster amidst an unrelenting war, where our lives have been completely shattered, and my family is in utter collapse. We are in desperate need of help to secure basic necessities like food and healthcare, and we are in profound despair. 💔😭💔

The situation is worsening with every passing moment, and with each minute, our suffering intensifies and darkness closes in on us. We urgently appeal to you with hopeful hearts to extend a helping hand, whether through donations or by spreading this message as widely as possible. Every donation and every share can save our lives and bring us a glimmer of hope in these harsh times. 🗣📢

Do not let our suffering continue in the shadows. Every moment of your support could be the difference between life and death for us. Thank you from the depths of our hearts for your support and help during these trying times. ❤️🙏💔

gofundme found here, i will donate later in the week

[m00n-jellies]

Hello everyone,👋❤️

In the heart of Gaza, we are facing a humanitarian disaster amidst an unrelenting war, where our lives have been completely shattered, and my family is in utter collapse. We are in desperate need of help to secure basic necessities like food and healthcare, and we are in profound despair. 💔😭💔

The situation is worsening with every passing moment, and with each minute, our suffering intensifies and darkness closes in on us. We urgently appeal to you with hopeful hearts to extend a helping hand, whether through donations or by spreading this message as widely as possible. Every donation and every share can save our lives and bring us a glimmer of hope in these harsh times. 🗣📢

Do not let our suffering continue in the shadows. Every moment of your support could be the difference between life and death for us. Thank you from the depths of our hearts for your support and help during these trying times. ❤️🙏💔

I am not in a financial position where I am able to donate but I am reblogging your campaign now

[rainbowywitch]

Hello dears👋! I am asking you👈 to support my campaign to help me🙏 reach my goal. I am now in dire need of your support to help me survive👇Gaza is a very dangerous place both in terms of living and lives. I need your financial support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family until the Rafah crossing is reopened to transport my family to safety and peace. Please help a family survive through your donations or through your shares to others. Thank you very much for standing by the oppressed🇵🇸

Hi my name is Akbar and I work for an international development organization in Jordan. I'm fundraising for a young girl whose' dreams have been snatched from her in the aftermath of the October 7 attacks in Gaza. Layla was a youth delegate in one of our youth support events 3 years ago and I've known her since helping her on and off with her struggles in life. She has been a source of inspiration for people around her including myself. With some much going on in her life, she has shown great determination to carryon and help her family. I am Leila Zaqout, and this is the first time I will try to write in simple terms so that some of you may understand and feel what I’m saying. Since the seventh of October 2023, we have been losing our spirit bit by bit, surviving death by a miracle. As for our displacement, don't ask—we miss our home and everything about it. Since the seventh of October, we have been distanced from it, moving from the north of the Gaza Strip to the south after experiencing the 2023 Palestinian displacement. We did not know that everything would turn to rubble and our memories would remain as a bell tolling in a world of forgetfulness. I speak to you on behalf of the Zaqout family, and this is my only means to explain what we are suffering. After the occupation destroyed everything my great-grandfather, Mr. Naeem Zaqout, owned—all his sources of livelihood estimated to be worth 3 million US dollars turned to ashes (including the Cairo International Hotel for weddings, Abu Khalil Zaqout’s laundry for all kinds of laundry and hospital laundry, and his home that took sixty-five years to build)—he is left with nothing but pictures, some memories, and the longing to return to nothing. We faced death time and again, fleeing from place to place. After the sixth displacement, we are now sitting in a small modest tent, covering us on the Gaza beach in Rafah, south of the Gaza Strip. We are struggling to adapt and trying to keep our bodies alive as many diseases have spread. Let me inform you that my grandfather, Mr. Abu Khalil Zaqout, is an open-heart surgery patient who needs safety and comfort, both of which are completely absent in a tent that resembles a sauna. We are searching hard for his medicines, which are beyond our reach due to the occupation and the high cost of living here. It’s okay, for I am Leila, who sees the brokenness in her grandfather's and father's eyes—to lose what you spent your life building, for everything to collapse in hours, to try to respond to a bitter reality, to search for hope amid the pain and from under the rubble of life? Despite working in psychological support and my sincere efforts to raise their spirits, I felt that the only hope left for me was to turn to the entire world. For the sake of my family, whom I love and fear losing, I have worked hard to help them with even a little of what they lost, to help them recover and rebuild what the occupation destroyed in seconds, so that smiles and hope may return to them once again

Layla’s life was once adorned with simple joys-a contented existence, the companionship of a cherished pet kitten, and the pursuit of education. As a dedicated pharmacy student at a local college (in her final year), she stood on the cusp of graduation, a mere seven months away from realizing her dreams. Yet, Layla’s impact extended beyond academia. She emerged as a beacon of community leadership and youth activism. Her days were filled with purpose, immersed in meaningful endeavors that touched the lives of those around her.

Whether organizing events, advocating for change, or lending a helping hand, Layla’s commitment to community work was unwavering.

Then October 7th happened. Layla and her family were constantly under threat and feared for their lives due to the non-stop bombing by planes. She saw her entire neighborhood destroyed in the war and had to leave her home and belongings behind during a nighttime escape from an overnight bombing raid by fighter planes. She escaped the destruction caused by a bomb near her house slightly injured. Layla, is now residing in a camp for internally displaced people in Gaza along with her family. She now faces daily hardships due to the difficult conditions in the camp.

The camp she lives in lacks electricity, clean drinking water, and sufficient food. With no income, her father struggles to provide for his family of eight. Layla and her brothers are tirelessly striving to make ends meet. She contributes to household chores by cleaning dishes and assisting her mother with cooking. Despite the challenges, Layla remains resilient in her efforts to support her family by helping other camp dwellers. Due to the lack of clean drinking water Layla recently fell ill and upon diagnosis by a camp doctor, she received the terrible news that she is suffering from Hepatitis A. She and her family were devastated when they learnt about this chronic disease. She now needs constant medication and vaccination.

We (myself along with Layla and her family) are now requesting for funds for Layla's safe travel to Egypt with her family (parents, siblings, and grandparents), for her treatment at a good hospital to recover from this curable disease as she could have a long active life ahead of her, care for her mother and grandparents, completing her degree to become a pharmacist and a source of livelihood for her father such as a small hotel/guest house in Egypt in a rented property with a few rooms so that he can start earning for his family. The funds will help furnish the property with beds, chairs and air conditioners so that the hotel/guest house can be started. The eventual goal will be for her and her family to return home after the war, where she belongs. Let us give Leila her life back and for her to realize her dreams and give back to society where she belongs.

This is my grandfather Abu Khalil Zaqout , from Alnakba until nowadays , he evacuate more than hundred and hundred times to get safe place !

Trying to find a large place to set 8 tents for his son and daughters!

Evacuation "For over 170 days of the ongoing war, I've been doing more than my best to survive and to take care of my family from constant danger. Throughout this suffering, my unwavering dedication and commitment led me to work on-ground in the health field with save the children “SCI”, where I tirelessly worked to provide health aid and relief services to the countless displaced people clustered in camps and shelters, all while suppressing my misery, pain, displacement, and fear. I want to emphasize that, without exaggeration, we've genuinely assisted and rescued tens and even hundreds of thousands of lives during these frustrating times, often risking my own safety. However, continuing to provide aid becomes increasingly impossible as the threat to my family increases with each passing day. In these dark days, I literally lost all that I have starting with my childhood home, university degree incomplete yet, a lot of my relatives, and a lot of friends as well. My family is the only thing I have left in this world."

[chthonicgodling]

ONE MORE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS THOUGHT (it’s late enough in the evening for me to post this mwah) - please note this has been the case since the very first time The Dynamic was established back in round one and it’s of course once again the case now if not even more so—

there’s a very specific default hierarchy within the Taki Fuego shenanigans actually; Maci’s positioned herself to outrank Tory and Loki, but within that hierarchy Tory outranks Loki. ✨this entire thing has been Maci gifting a pet to her pet✨

*default is the key word as this is an entire palace full of switches in every direction so— especially lately wrt 💞baby💞 — more often LATELY it IS Maci and Tory hand in hand in cahoots??but ??????????👀👀 the default???? AAHHHH????? And Loki’s fallen fast now that he can stop pretending to be a dom lmfao I mean that’s BEEN the whole collapse into their arms aahhhhhaaa. hi yes I’m here to answer any in depth questions about the ridiculous sexual escapades of our cast and crew that’s what I’m here for 🤪🙄👋

anyway I just thought this was a cute fun fact! “The two prettiest people in the palace and I get to stack them on top of each other every day.” -Maci literally, a starry eyed direct quote. pls make no mistake