#THESE TWO MAKE ME SO SOOOOFT

[pianokantzart]

I always get a bad taste in my mouth whenever I see comics of ppl not only depicting Mario being a bad or inconsiderate supportive brother (though I mainly see that last one when it comes to ppl shipping Bowuigi) but that Luigi is unhappy being around his brother, is jealous of Mario, and worse wanting to abandon Mario. And I honestly dislike that theory/trope I see in certain fan comics. It makes me uncomfortable.

It’s why I love the movie so so much cuz it leaves no room for that. The movie point blank shows us that not to be the case. They support one another, Mario is literally always there for Luigi, protecting him and is there for him. He went through so much just to be reunited with his brother. And his reaction alone when they were reunited is enough to show how much Mario loves Luigi. Meanwhile there is not a ounce of jealousy, envy or a hint that Luigi is unhappy being with and around Mario, if anything he’s the one that’s the most supportive of his brothers dreams and aspirations cuz he also has the same dreams and aspirations himself.

He’s not jealous of Mario, he’s his brothers biggest fan and vice versa with Mario. They love and support each and I find that so beautiful and just a breathe of air considering that there were sooo many people saying that Mario was an awful brother and that Luigi was unhappy being around him. Because why would we want that? They are called the Mario Bros for a reason, why would we want them to hate and be inconsiderate and be unhappy around the other?

Sure they may have disagreements but I feel that even those wouldn���t be that serious and if they were they would be about the others safety/something they would talk about and that would develop in a fight. They love the other too much to ever actually fight and be verbally angry at each other.

If there was ever a point that they actually did have a real fight rather than a simple disagreement, then– like you said– it would stem from a life or death situation: Mario being worried for his brother... Luigi wanting to support and protect his sibling despite the danger... and a fear of losing one another. But even then I have trouble seeing an argument between them getting too serious. At the end of the day, Mario and Luigi seem to mutually understand that they are strongest when they are together. The writers of The Mario Movie really saw all the weird Matt Patt theories and "Luigi is jealous" speculation, and said "Not only are Mario and Luigi not at odds with one another, but they are each other's greatest source of peace and happiness."

"We're going to make the first scene with them chock full of physical and verbal affection. We're going to hammer home just how much protecting his brother means to Mario, and how much Luigi supports his sibling to hell and back. We're going to make Mario's biggest point of upset come from being accused of bringing his brother down. We're going to make Luigi's greatest impulse amidst the fear and pain of an interrogation to hype his brother up. We're going to establish that Mario and Luigi have never been willingly parted for longer than a day. We're going to make the driving force of the story how much they want to be reunited. We're going to make 'nothing can hurt us as long as we're together' their motto. We're going to make their brotherhood the heart of this film" and by God it is glorious!

[jongbross]

hello may i request matching couple items headcanon with exo? thank you <3

xiumin:

minseok would have matching mugs with you. as a big fan of coffee, he would go shopping with you one day and lose himself at the store. when he's back, he has two grey mugs with little drawings that complete each other. "look what i found! it's cute, don't you think?"

suho:

junmyeon would definitely have matching phone cases with you. he has a good collection of cases, so it would only be natural for him to receive a package one day and say "love, come see it!" - and when you appear behind him, you see two star wars phone cases with the words "i love you" and "i know". 🥹

lay:

i think yixing would either have matching necklaces or matching earrings with you, it just fits him. maybe he would be preparing to travel for a press tour, and before he leaves, he takes you out on a date and gives you a little box with a cute silver necklace, a tiny, shiny pendant on it. when you look at him, he pulls his own necklace from inside his shirt. "we're matching", yixing would say, with a big smile on his face.

baekhyun:

definitely matching shirts. baekhyun would tease you, looking online for corny matching shirts for couples - like those with bright colors and funny sayings. he would loooove to see you annoyed, rolling your eyes at him. in the end, baek would buy simple, minimalist matching shirts in a dark color - "we don't need to drought attention to our love, people would be jealous that you have me and they don't".

chen:

matching bracelets!!! the idea probably wouldn't be his, maybe jongdae would see someone doing it and just tell you "hey, what if we do it too?". next thing you know, you two would be at his couch on a sunday afternoon, making diy bracelets for each other - something that he would never, ever take it off.

chanyeol:

this man screams matching sneakers to me. chanyeol loves buying new shoes, and at some point he would start to look at a few sneakers and think that maybe they would fit you - and then it hits him. what if you two had matching sneakers? it would be nice, right? and this new nike air force is just sooo cute, isn't it? 🤭

d.o:

kyungsoo is a simple guy, he doesn't like to go too big for a lot of things - and one of them is matching items. i feel like he would maybe buy something small, like a keychain, at one of his trips. he would see the two keychains completing each other and instantly think about you. "i thought of you - and look, i have one too", kyungsoo would say, hoping you would like it.

kai:

soft, sooooft boy. jongin would definitely have matching pajamas with you, with cute little things all over it - his would probably have little brown bears, while yours would have little dogs or cats on it. jongin absolutely loves to sleep and to have comfortable clothes on, so the moment you said you needed a new pair of pajamas, he went "oh my god, i know just the place!"... and then you two left with two bags each.

sehun:

where the fuck is gifs from sehun on at sg photoshoot?

deep inside, sehun is a child - we all know that. so i absolutely think he would love the idea of having matching toothbrushes with you! the idea would be yours, but he would laugh his ass off once he saw it. "i want the spongebob one" "nope, that's mine" - as he grabs and puts in his mouth. "sehun, you didn't wash it!!!"

[harrysfolklore]

I FINALLY READ BDILH PT2 AND OMGGGGG DO I HAVE THOUGHTS (sorry this is gonna be long🥺)

1. Them making up IMMEDIATELY- you really said first order of business let’s make sure our babies are together AND COMMUNICATE LIKE GROWN ASS ADULTS🫶🏻

2. ”a love that survives silence”✋🏻😭 tell me why my heart is clenching AND THE FIC JUST BEGAN

3. SUSIE WOLFF THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE - you know what?! I LOVED THE WAY YOU WROTE SUSIE! she’s so supportive and it was exactly what little wolff needed🥹 also pls them working together for the academy was so cool

4. not the rest of the grid getting involved and finding out about the two of them😂 like i love me some comic relief, but also the subtle tension of ‘oh shit more and more people are finding out about us, but not toto’

5a. the bracelet 🥹😭🫶🏻 im sososososooo soft for them like pls

5b. “tasting chocolate and victory champagne and love that's grown from teenage rebellion into something unshakeable” - EXCUSE ME😭 they really were just kids when everything started and they went aaaallll in with each other🥹 (side note: I COULD LITERALLY READ YOUR GROCERY LISTS FR, but I think that’s why maybe most votes were in favour of a happy epilogue and not the sad alt ending - like these two gave up soooo much, fought so hard to be together and it’d be so fuckin heartbreaking if they dont get their happy ending😭 in all seriousness tho, best believe we will devour anything you grace us with🫶🏻)

6. THE CONFRONTATION😭 and then the dinner AND THEN TOTO STANDING UP FOR THEM MY GOD DID I SCREAM AND KICK MY FEET AT THAT PART😭 like yh i get him being pissed, but at the end of the day that’s his lil girl (like the way you depicted the family dynamics throughout - CHEF’S KISS)

7. lewis and max duo? HELL YESSSS🫶🏻 we love to see it, especially when having wholesome convos together

8. LEWIS’ MOVE TO FERRARI?! you wrote that soooo beautifully, the angsssstttt, Max not being able to say anything, to little wolff falling apart, to her and Lewis’ making up😭 I CRIED SO MUCH JFC

9. TOTO SENDING LITTLE WOLF TO CELEBRATE WITH MAX COZ THEY HAD TO MAKE UP FOR THREE MORE CHAMPIONSHIPS ARE YOU KIDDING😭 as if i wasnt already sooooft for them AND their family dynamic 😭

10. THE PROPOSAL?!!!! THE END RIGHT AT THE BEGINNING?????!!!! (dunno how much sense that made sorry, but like it’s a new beginning for them, right where their story began, at the end of the fic🥹) the most wholesome proposal - yes I cried again

THAAANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING YOUR WRITING WITH US YOU’RE TRULY A MAGNIFICENT, TALENTED AND AMAAAZING WRITER🥹🫶🏻

THIS FEEDBACK IS WHAT TRULY MOTIVATES ME TO KEEP WRITING !!!! thank you so much for reading and giving me your every thought. i’m SO HAPPY you caught all the details and liked them 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 my heart is so full rn

[nucarnivalmadness]

Hi, it’s me again. In honour of Edmond’s birthday, the return of the knightlings with a Drabble, enjoy:

“Alicia how in the god of Klein were you able to make this?” Blake asked, gobsmacked at the simple yet elegant jewellery laid before him from the blue heart-shaped jewel decorated with silver on the necklace to the various hair ties, each painstakingly embroidered with their own unique pattern in gold, blue and silver.

The older knight hummed as she encased the jewellery with a lid, wrapping the small box up with a ribbon, “It’s not that difficult to make once you know what you’re doing.”

“Well as usual, when it comes to things be it work or something else, you always deliver in high quality.” Blake smirked, placing down a new paper organiser for the vice-captain, a file holder is what it’s called, at the table he and the knights designate as the Gift Place.

What he doesn’t mention is sack he placed beside the blue haired man’s bed in his room at Aster’s mansion, full of some steamy novels Blake was sure that his boss would love. It was honestly a slip up that made Blake discover Edmond’s little secret and while he would rather die than tell anyone of his boss’s undisclosed reading, he’s absolutely using this knowledge to his advantage to give the vice-captain something he genuinely enjoys. Plus, it’s always a fun challenge to sneak into Aster’s mansion even when he gets caught by that fox yokai. Kuya was it? He’s fun to talk to.

“And the cakes are done!!” Flori exclaims proudly, balancing two giant cakes on each of her hands before setting them down on the counter. One is a cute chocolate chiffon cake decorated with dollops of silver frosting while the other is a sugar and sweetness incarnate of a 3 tier sponge cake covered in baby blue cream and decorated with sugar glass, swords icing and buttercream. It hasn’t even been out for a minute and Blake already felt like a bag of sugar had been dumped down his throat. Subtly, he turned his head towards the Gift Place where Flori’s batch of cookies, somehow baked with the boss’s ridiculously sweet honey sauce sat, it’s sickeningly sweet smell thankfully trapped in an enchanted tin they’ve all made sure to get.

“We should be done here!” One of the more culinary-attuned knights shouts out as plates various foods ranging from party meals to treats and homemade meals were brought out to the counter. The venue itself was a cafeteria space found and rented out by Liam, in fact it was his idea to prepare a surprise party for Edmond, something the squadron immediately agreed to. It wasn’t anything fancy like a noble banquet or whatever parties the grand sorcerer would organise but it’s something all of them wanted to do for their vice-captain, and that’s what matters.

A knock on the door sends the whole room into silence as Alicia opens it and in stumbles two of the knights stationed outside to keep watch. “We saw Vinn, they and the vice-captain are coming!”

Like a well-trained army, they all got into position before the door was closed, ducking under tables, keeping their bodies pressed against the walls besides the doorway or simply crouching down. Handmade confetti and streamers were past down, ready to be thrown and as Blake waited with baited breath as two sets of footsteps grew steadily louder, he couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking whatever deity out there for being able to meet such an earnest, hardworking and kindhearted man.

“Don’t worry Vice-captain, it’s nothing serious.”

“But if it’s not so serious, why do you say it was so important? —?!”

“SURPRISE!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY VICE-CAPTAIN!!”

OHMYGODDDDD THE KNIGHTLINGS THREW EDMOND A BIRTHDAY PARTY 😭 and all the cute gifts, I'm so sooooft

This is too cute!!!

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

It’s very important to read Victor’s Glass Boat Date before this call, or you won’t understand what they’re talking about. So, make sure you read that first! ♡

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents that are yet to be released in the global server! ⌚

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✧ [CALL] ✧

Victor: I’m almost home.

Victor: What, have you gotten the results already?

MC: Not yet, but I think the time should be near soon. Sigh, I obviously wasn’t nervous anymore when I delivered it….

MC: I even joked with you that it’s an improvisation work anyway, and being selected would illustrate that I’m the “chosen child of heavens.”

MC: But as the times goes on waiting for the results, I’m getting apprehensive again….

MC: AHHHHHH it’s practically just as torturous as when the college entrance exam results were released back then!!

Victor: In that case; just be nervous for a while now.

MC: Mm? You actually aren’t gonna advise me not to be anxious?

Victor: I think a certain someone has dissected the reason for her anxiousness very clearly and she doesn’t seem to need me to enlighten her about anything.

Victor: Or do you wish for me to accompany you and be anxious with you?

MC: How do you plan to accompany me, hmm?

Victor: [imitates MC’s voice]  Repeat “What should I do–AHH–Vi…cto…r” — A hundred times.

MC: Pfffttt HAHAHAHAHA….!!

Victor: [laughs softly]  Feeling better?

MC: Hmm…. feels like it’s getting better.

MC: By the way, Victor, how about——— AHH!

Victor: What’s with the shock?

MC: Stanley Anderson’s e-mail is here!

MC: Whew…. phew…. let me take a deep breath first….

MC: ….

Victor: ….MC?

Victor: [panicking 1.0]  Did you pass or not?

Victor: [sighs deeeeeply, panicking 2.0]  Why aren’t you talking? It’s making me nervous too….

Victor: [panicking 3.0]  Are you there?

Victor: [panicking 3.5 but still trying to be optimistic]  It doesn’t matter if you didn’t pass. Didn’t we say earlier that we will fight again in two years——

MC: I…. P-A-S-S-E-D-!!

MC: I can’t believe I actually passed! I love the director, I love the world, I love Victor! I’m gonna kiss you ten thousand times!!

Victor: [heaves a sooooft sigh of relief, laughs softly]  Really a dummy, so happy that she already can’t find her way around.

Victor: Save some of that energy from jumping around. I’m already in the elevator, and will be home soon.

Victor: I just happened to bring a bottle of red wine today. We can throw you a celebration.

Victor: As for a certain someone’s “bold words” just now, I’ll start counting later.

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[Note]: MC says “我爱李泽言” – (I love Victor) and she really uses “爱 (ài) - love” which did take me by surprise cause PG like, almost never uses 爱 in their script, mostly they go for “喜欢 (like), “爱护/珍爱 (cherish)” which our EN translation often tends to translate as “love.” In terms of emotions and feelings, 爱 bears a much, much, much heavier weight~ 🥺❤️

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✧ [MOMENTS] ✧

Victor’s Post: On behalf of Pudding, I’d like to politely decline the next “LFG Cat Lover’s” activity.

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⊳ OPTION A:

MC: HAHAHAHA did Pudding eat a little too much in this event?

Victor: ….Mm. Being too popular doesn’t seem to be a good thing either.

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⊳ OPTION B:

MC: I protest on behalf of the LFG Cat Lover’s Group!!

Victor: The protest is ineffective. Wait for him to lose weight successfully, then we can discuss it again.

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⊳ OPTION C:

MC: But Pudding just made new friends….

Victor: You can let the friends pay him a visit in small batches. Pudding can’t handle all this information in one go.

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[Note]: In case you don’t know, “LFG Cat Lover’s” was at first a chat group for the LFG employees who love cats and have cats as pet. Later, it became more vibrant, taking the activities offline and arranging various events.

[T/N]: We were first introduced to this adorable group in Victor’s S2 CH 14-17 R&S. And, in S1 dating timeline, we were introduced to this group in 4th anniversary event! (*´ω｀*)~♪

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[silly-little-soul]

Purr for your thoughts?

A/N: This is a repost from one of my Wattpad accounts, I wrote it forever ago; there’s a bunch of grammar mistakes and it’s generally not very good

(Requests are open)

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Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif)

Format: oneshot

Characters: Stella, briefly Felix (relationship not specified but it's friendly)

Type: crack, slight comfort, I’m not sure tbh

Reader info: 1st person, no 3rd person pronouns

Warnings: some swear words, d/ath related mentions

Word count: 1628

Proofread: no

Summary: after a long day you hang out with Stella

The door clicks as I turn the key Felix gave me. As I open it I am met with utter chaos and while it isn't a surprise to find his study in such a state it still earns a loud groan from me. That is really not something I wanted to deal with today. I flop down on the small sofa and sigh. When Felix asked me to get one of his books he didn't mention I'd have to fight myself through such a mess to find it. The day was already stressful as it was: Sage needed to get bailed out of some trouble, I was assigned the reappearing Saaros-lotion-situation (we stocked up on lotion and thought it as solved but apparently you 'can't use that lotion with these weather conditions'), I unfortunately ran into Felix right as he was searching for someone to test a new spell on and Anisa somehow talked me into taking some of her chores today while she's on some mysterious mission.

I should've just told Felix to get his stuff himself, but no, I thought "how bad can that one little task be compared to all the shit I already did today". Honestly I should've expected something like this from him. Not that I'm mad, it's just frustrating to think I spent all day doing stuff for people that they just see as a small favour while I am completely exhausted with all the crap I did for them.

Little no-big-deal snowballs add up to an avalanche burying me in stress and tiredness.

I'm happy to help out best I can but heck, some appreciation would be nice. But today no one seems to pay attention to me at-

"Meow?"

I turn my head to see two big green eyes staring right at me. Well, maybe someone does after all.

"Let me guess.... You want food?"

Stella jumps on the sofa and stretches.

"Hard day, huh? Yeah, me too. Everyone seemed to need help with stuff! You know how annoying it can be to do things for others and not get the recognition you think you deserve. I mean, you've been protecting this place for, actually how long is it? Years I'm sure. I've only once seen Felix even touch you and..... actually, I don't think I've ever seen anyone feed you? Do you even eat?" I laughed lightly "Well, at least that's not what you want from me then. Don'T get me wrong, I would've fed you! I just did so much today already and now I also gotta find that book somewhere in here, gosh I just wanna have dinner and go to bed. It's exhausting to be busy all day with none of it even being for yourself, and then not even being sure if you'll ever get anything back..... do you think I'm being selfish?"

I once again turn my head in her direction and am met with her very confused expression (though... maybe that's just how her face looks?)

I groan at the realisation I'm talking to an undead ball of fluff right now.

"Alright, c'mere zombie kitty", I say as I pat my lap.

Felix has warned me often not to cuddle with or even touch her but hey! She's a little cat. Yeah, she's undead. Yes, she's got some weird super dangerous demon-thingy in her. Yup, she has eaten spirits in my presence multiple times already (wherever these came from). But hey. She's small and fluffy.

After a moment she obeys, making her way on my lap. She curls up there, her stub moving slightly. I rest my hand on her, almost gasping.

"You're so soft!"

She looks up, as if questioning what I said.

"Yes! You're so soft!", I started, switching to baby-voice. "Especially considering that, you know, you're a corpse and all. Such a fluffy little princess! So sooooft. And adorable of course! You're very- geez do you ever blink?"

She kept staring at me a bit longer before I carefully guided her head to lay back on my leg.

"Aaaalright. Yknow little one, you're really awesome. You're doing a great job. You're an amazing little demon cat."

I start stroking her back with my fingertips, afraid to scare her away. When she moves I'm already worried she'll leave, but instead she stretches across my legs to reveal her belly to me. Her cuteness almost makes me squeak, but what actually makes me is how soft her belly fur is.

"So sooooft", I whisper yet again as I pet her, mesmerised by her fluffiness. As I give her little head scratches for a change she slowly reaches out for my sleeve with her little paws. I quickly move my hand a bit in amusement, making her move quickly in an attempt to catch it.

Thinking a moment I remember the ribbon that still lingers in my pocket (for whatever reason), pulling it out with a quick movement that makes Stella basically jump up.

"Heeere kitty kitty kitty", I say smiling as I move it around, leading to Stella sitting in my lap while her front paws are stretched towards the ribbon above her.

It's like she's possessed.

Haha.

Comedy was always my strength.

Half lost in thoughts I don't even notice when I pull the now-cat-toy a bit too far, only realising my mistake when I hear Stella land on the floor with a thud.

"Stella?" I look over the sofas edge, seeing her lay still with her face turned away from me. "Uhm.... Stella?" I gently tap her back but don't get any response.

Shit, did I break her?

I panic as I realise she isn't breathing for a moment before remembering that of course she doesn't, she didn't before either.... I think.

Just as I'm considering getting Felix she quickly turns her head and grabs the ribbon I no longer paid attention to from my hand and scurries away with it.

I just stare for a moment before chuckling in disbelief. "Clever puss. Is that what Felix meant? You're really evil, huh?" Stella lays a bit further off playing with her new prey and I doubt she's listening, but I continue nonetheless. "Oh, you need a villain name! Something good. Nothing boring like LoRd Of ShAdOwS (lord of shadows), like what kinda name is that? It's always just something with shadows or darkness and then that boring Lord. 'Dark Lord' this 'Lord of Shadows' that, these are so boring!"

I notice Stella is now looking at me like I have her full attention. I still with pride at the thought of her considering my monologue interesting.

"How about.... Furry death? Fiendish floof? Cutie of destruction?" She meows, though I'm not sure if it's in approval or not. Before I can think of another terrible villain name for her she turns away and jumps up the small table, knocking down some papers placed on it by a messy necromancer.

I get up to place the notes back, stacking some of them up to avoid further chaos. Right, the book. I've been gone for a while already, I don't wanna make Felix wait too long. Skimming through the books still on the shelf I notice quickly it must be laying on the floor. I try to make my way back to the sofa to work myself through the mess from there, but accidentally knock over a stack of books.

"Nah shit!" Stella jumps up at the sudden noise, making me sigh yet again. "I'm sorry, Stella." 

After a moment I suddenly feel something softly pressing against my arm. I look to see the little cat put her head against me, now looking up at me.

"Meow"

She almost sounds commanding.

Her little paws carry her down the table and across the floor, where she circles a book with what seems to be some notes and an old cup of tea on it. "Hm?" I Walk over and carefully put papers and cup away, to reveal the very book I was searching.

"You found it!", I cheer as I take Stella into my arms and lift her up. "Thank you, little monster." I nuzzle my face into her back. She's. So. Soft.

Just as I'm about to give her some more cuddles the door opens again.

"Ah, here you are."

I look up to see Felix in the doorway. When he sees Stella in my arms his face turns concerned. "MC-" before he can go on with what definitely would've been a lecture about how Stella is dangerous she jumps out of my embrace and hurries away, distracting Felix for long enough for me to change the subject.

"Er, I got your book. Sorry I kept you waiting." I quickly grabbed it from the floor and made my way over to him.

"Thank you."

"Not to be rude but I think I should get going, find something to eat somewhere and then just head to bed."

I go to move past him, but he stops me.

"Actually, we made dinner"

Huh?

"We, Uhm, kind of talked and noticed you helped all of us out today so we thought we'd give something back to you."

My heart warms at the gesture, a smile spreading across my face.

"That's so sweet of you guys..."

Felix smiles and motions for me to follow. I turn around one last time, looking at Stella.

She blinks at me slowly, and I return the gesture.

So she does blink.

"MC?"

"Ah, right!" I quickly close the door behind me, catching up with Felix to eat whatever kind of dinner him and the others made.

I'm glad the thought is what counts, cause I doubt it'll be actually edible.

[bossthebicon]

sorry for always coming to scream here but OFFARM TOGETHER ON IG LIIIIVE I LOVE THEM THEY'RE SO SWEET THEIR FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SOOOOFT i feel like they care care of each other so well 🥺🥺🥺

I keep saying it but offarm softest bois!!! they literally live in the same condo building, arm shares his awc studio with off for land of something, they always hang out together & take care of each other... THESE TWO ARE TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD!!!

xxx

[whiskeyshoneybee]

Home is wherever I'm with you

(Frankie “Catfish Morales X f!reader) [18+]

Summary:  You and Frankie go camping and get stuck in a downpour

Rating: Explicit 

Word count:1849

Content Warnings: Camping, camp fire, temperature play if you squint, praise kink, cuddling for warmth, tent sex, P in V, oral sex ( f receiving), hand job, vaginal fingering, sooooft Frankie

Shit ,where were the matches?

You comb through every crevice of the 97 4 Runner. Smelling the intoxicating mix of back ice air freshener and Frankie’s Irish Spring soap. The camping trip was supposed to start earlier but you got off work late and now had to set up in the dark. Frankie was assembling the tent with ease. The flash light in his mouth while hammering in the tent rods, his mood unphased. He was happy to spend time with you no matter the situation. You tasked yourself with starting the fire for the night if you could find the stupid matches. Finally your hands found the small box in the center console with the help of the flashlight on your phone. The night air was biting into your skin as you hurriedly placed the logs in the rock pit with enough room so the air would feed the dry wood. Within minutes the roaring fire is providing light and warmth. Walking confidently back to the car you start unloading the chairs so you can fully savor this evening, playfully bumping into Frankie while he unloads the sleeping bags. Warm brown eyes returning your smirk.

“ If you keep this up I'm going to run out of ways to impress you.” he says motioning to the fire with a grin.

“ Francisco Morales, you find ways to impress me everyday.” planting a kiss on his face lit from the amber light of the fire, turning away as he playfully smacks your ass.

Your body hits the chair and a long exhale leaves your mouth. Your senses taking in the smell of pine trees, the crackling of the wood, you couldn't remember the last time you were out in nature like this. Frankie loved to take you on adventures and he loved to bring out the fun carefree side of you it had been a while since you two were able to get away. Something flies by your head and you swat it away, breaking your concentration, hypnotized by the dancing flame.

Damn mosquitoes .

Another larger one lands right on your head, eyes looking up in disbelief.  You’ve got to be fucking  kidding me, rain. The forecast all week said clear skies. Maybe it was just a few drops and it will blow over, you wishfully think. No such luck, it turns into a downpour.

You rush to the car with the chairs and close the trunk before anything else could get drenched, your perfect fire ruined. The hard rain pelted your body as you make your way to the tent. You strip off your soaking clothes and place them on the tarp outside the tent in favor of something warm and dry. The last thing both of you needed was a soaking wet tent. Your eyes take a minute to adjust to the dim interior as you spot Frankie zipping together the two sleeping bags to form one large comfortable bed. The lantern flashlight illuminating Frankie’s profile. How was it possible to have such a cute nose you wonder? The rain water dripping from your body breaks his focus as his eyes roam over your naked wet body. He chortled at your appearance

“It’s kind of rude to go skinny dipping without me,  mi amor.” he says rising up to meet you with a childish grin.

Your body is shivering, soaked to the bone. Eyes scanning looking for your clothes pack only to realize it's in the car.

“I didn't have a chance to bring in everything from the car.” Rubbing his neck trying his best to look disappointed in the fact you were naked and wet. He takes off his flannel shirt and tries to blot your damp tendrils.

“Baby you're gonna catch a cold if you don't get dry soon.” His nurturing survival instincts kicking in.

“I could never be dry around you.” looking up at him through your lashes knocking his hat to the floor playfully.

He matches your enthusiasm throwing his rain soaked shirt to the floor. His warm body meeting your shivering self. His calloused hand grabbing the back of your neck to pull you close to his heated lips. Kissing you tenderly. Frankie’s kisses were intoxicating,  time didn't exist when those lips were on you. He pulls away to direct you to sit on the sleeping bag. His soft tongue licking the tip of your nose to collect the rainwater, making you giggle. He removes the rest of his clothes increasing the amount of warmth that is leaking from his body to make you stop shivering. Hands softly pushing your sternum to maneuver you on your back. His tongue licks the wetness from your nipples, the warmth of him swirling along the sensitive skin. Back already arching and your mouth letting out small whimpers while his rough hands run across your body. Warmth in your abdomen is growing and spilling over you. Once he is satisfied with the noises coming from you his mouth migrates, licking up to your collar bone before placing dainty kisses on your neck.

“Baby, how are you so warm?” asking in disbelief.

“ You make me hot.” Doing his best to sound serious. laughter erupting from both of you.  

“I'm serious, let me show you.” Moving from your neck leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles down to your legs. He holds your thigh open while kissing gently at the skin , you can feel his breath hovering above your entrance .  

“Please Frankie.” He moves your thighs to his broad shoulders to hold you captive.

His tongue dives into you, slurping your juices. His nose teasing your clit,  hand creeping to your breast to roll your nipple. The moans escaping you are loud and needy as his mouth is groaning into you. Your body feeling electric under his touch, hips bucking into him.

“Frankie. I need.. more”

Two delicious fingers are curling inside of you as his mouth meets your bundle of nerves, the slurping from your wetness echoes in the thin fabric of the tent. You anchor your hand to his dark curls to try to stop your hips from bucking under him, your pleasure building .

“Come for me baby.” He softly requests as his fingers hitting your g-spot and his tongue resumes sucking your clit. You moan his name repeatedly as he keeps pleasuring you after you come till your body pushes him away. His lips drinking all of you in, not wasting a drop before he cleans his fingers, moaning eyes rolling closed. Your eyes meeting his erect cock with desire.  

“Do you hear that?”

The only sound you hear is your heart rattling in your chest and your breathing trying to catch up.

“No…”

“It stopped raining.” Your lustful eyes meet his, not caring about the weather.

“I want to show you something.” He rises to unzip the panel from the side of the tent. Allowing you to catch a glimpse of that gorgeous ass.

The moonlight creeps into the tent as he rejoins you and pulls you close under the slippery fabric of the sleeping bag.

“This is why I wanted to take you here.”

Your head landing on his chest as he points out the stars and constellations. Your bodies painted by the night sky. He needed to know how to navigate by stars on multiple occasions in his line of work, his buddies were good but Frankie was the best at orienteering. Your head feels the deep tone of his voice as he tells you where the north star is, the little dipper and your astrology sign even though he wasn't into astrology. Your finger traces along his chest spelling out the words I love you. He leans over to kiss your forehead while spelling those words on your back. The night breeze barges into your tent making your nipples pebble against him sending a shiver down your spine. Instinctively you turn closer to him smelling the fresh scent of his soap. Frankie gently lets you go, placing another kiss on your head and comes up to his elbows to get up and close the panel.

“No. Keep it open, I want to see you fucking me under the stars.” Your lust blown eyes pleading with him.

“Have I told you how much I love camping with you? It's way better than when I go with Pope.”

You swat your hand at him rolling your eyes, he grabs it and places a tender kiss.

He sinks back next to you, cradling your face in his hand hungrily kissing you.

You caress his chest and move your hand lower to meet his dick. Gently fondling him, listening to his soft moans. He moves over you, the stars forming a crown around his head. He is so beautiful. Your legs coil around him and he pushes into you slowly, groaning.

“You feel so good baby” he manages to say between deep shattering thrusts.

Pulling out slowly till just his tip remains in you before diving in again. His mouth meets the crook of your neck, his breathing becoming heavy between the kisses and bites he places there. Your hands digging into his muscular back leaving your own constellation of crescent marks. He pulls completely out of you, your body aching from the lost sensation.

“Flip over baby.” he coos into your neck, you happily oblige.

His lips trail down your spine before guiding back into you. This angle hits your g spot as his pace increases. The sound of his hand smacking your ass is almost enough to send you over the edge. Your pleasure building up as his hands move swiftly from your hips up to hold your body against him, groans landing directly in your ear.

“Oh god Frankie!”

“Your body was made for me cariño. I never want to leave this cunt.”

Pleasure is drowning your body and it feels like swimming in sand, if Frankie wasn't holding you, your body would surely collapse. Your head limply rolls back when his hand meets your bundle of nerves to coax another orgasm from you. Once he is satisfied that you came twice he allows himself to fill you up. He gently lowers your intertwined bodies to the ground, content with the blissed out look on your face. He catches his breath moving the hair from your damp forehead before leaving to go outside.

You whistle at him “There's a full moon out tonight.”

He snickers at your comment and comes back to the tent with his arms full.

“Just because I'm bringing your clothes in doesn't mean the night is over.” grinning at you. His hands digging in the bag to clean you off with a wipe.

“How are you so gorgeous?” your eyes meeting his illuminated figure before he closes the tent panel.

“Stop, you're the gorgeous one.” His cheeks become flushed.

“Right now I'm the cold one who needs her gorgeous man over here” you say while getting comfortable in the sleeping bag.

“Well you know what they say about body heat.” He says with a smirk wrapping his body behind you.

[marshmallowgoop]

Your HeiShin posts have been driving me crazy! (In a good way lol) Especially the tags on your GIF's for HeiShin week(?). I LOVE your work and writings, I love the way you interpret things and i love the way you see each character. Augh.

Okay, enough gushing, hear me out! From the first time they met, from butting heads repeatedly and Heiji declaring they are sworn to be detective rivals, to Heiji in episode 521-523 to referring himself to Shinichi's best buddy. That's something so so sweet to me. Disliking a person based on what you hear about them, an overally aggressive, competitive friendship all the way to two close friends who'd help each other out in a heartbeat. They really do care about eachother and it makes me sooooft.

Sorry for rambling about them in your inbox, you don't have to respond to this whatsoever. I just love your interpretations of the two boys and your work in general. I've been thinking about them more and I wanna say thanks for the great GIF's and writing in the HeiShin tag lately. <3

Thank you!!

If I may, though, one thing I like about their relationship is how Heiji certainly tries to be combative at first, but he gives that up pretty quickly. (I mean, going on a Sherlock Holmes fan tour, even though he doesn't care much for Sherlock, all for the chance to see Shinichi?) And Shinichi is never particularly combative, either—he's not cruel when countering Heiji's incorrect deduction and goes out of his way to give Heiji a healthier mindset. I love that basically as soon as Heiji actually meets Shinichi, he kind of ditches the rival thing in favor of being Shinichi's best friend instead.

At least, that's how I see it, anyway! Thank you for reading my posts! I'm glad that they've resonated with folks 🥺

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (22-25)

In which arc two begins, summer blows by, the boys get back to the hockey season, a wild Chaz Rossi appears to give good captainly advice no one ever listens to, and Jared and Bryce’s wildly different levels of comfort about their relationship catches up with them. Also Jared gets a key.

Series page if you want to follow along.

22. Field of Battle

BACK TO TACTICS TITLES

Ah yes, the blowjob chapter. Time to see how many puns I can fit in. (heh. Fit in.)

This is also the beginning of Arc 2, but, you know. Blowjob Chapter.

Summer blows by.

One.

Bryce might have been right about inexperience and sucking? Not that Bryce ever sucked, like, at all, it’s been awesome from the get go, but the difference between the first time they fooled around and what sex is like now is fucking astronomical.

Shit, sucking was a pun again, wasn’t it. Apparently getting your mind blown (shit) messes with your head (shit shit shit).

Four.

No fucking wonder this guy is the future of the franchise. If he approaches hockey with the kind of instincts and determination to be the fucking best he approaches sex with, he’s going to make the Hall of Fame. Jared suddenly has hopes for a Flames Cup in the near future the way he never has, all because Bryce Marcus just sucked his dick so well that Jared saw the future, and the future was bright.

Jared is living his best life.

“I feel lazy,” Jared says when Bryce rolls off him, dragging an idle finger through the come pooled on his stomach.

“What do you mean?” Bryce says.

“Like, you gave me probably the best blow job of all time,” Jared says. “And then I just lay there waiting for my legs to regain sensation while you jerked off.”

“You looked really hot doing it?” Bryce says.

Bryce also has no complaints.

“Seriously,” Bryce says. “I kind of love the colour you get, all—”

“Like I’ve got a weird splotchy sunburn?” Jared asks,

But SEXY, Jared.

Every other dude: sweaty, maybe a little red. Jared: appears to have applied sunscreen like a Jackson Pollack painting and then spent a full week in the Sahara Desert. It is the opposite of hot.

Bryce respectfully disagrees.

“I think it looks nice,” Bryce says. He’s a total liar, but Jared is too full of residual goodwill to call him on it, especially when Bryce strokes his thumb over the crest of Jared’s cheekbone, where he’s sure he’s still flushed, like he wants to feel it.

‘I love you’, Jared thinks, but — endorphins. It’s just the endorphins.

Sooooft.

The problem is since those words settled on his own tongue, he’s had a hard ass time not saying them. Sometimes it’s fine. Most of the time it’s fine, really, but then there are moments when Bryce smiles that little smile at him, the one that looks shy, or compliments Jared’s shirt all earnestly like it isn’t from a three-pack of plain tees, or rests his head in Jared’s lap while they watch something mind-numbing — or admittedly after Bryce sucks him off, because seriously, endorphins are a hell of a drug — when it’s so fucking hard not to say it.

He doesn’t, though. And like. It’s fine. He’s got nothing to complain about. He’s got a boyfriend who’s really unexpectedly sweet, and hot as burning, and clearly into him, and again, really good at giving head. He can’t complain.

Sooooooooft.

They blow through (goddammit) August faster than even July

Five.

“I just don’t know if good’s enough?” Jared says.

“Jared—” Bryce says, frowning.

“I mean I’m trying to make sure I’m first line this year,” Jared says. He’s not worried about making the roster. He’s not worried about being top six. But if he wants to be drafted, and not just drafted, but drafted by the third round, he really needs to play those first line minutes. “So I’ve got to fucking rock it.”

“You will,” Bryce says, with more confidence than he maybe should. “No way they’re too dumb to use you.”

Jared Matheson’s Number One Fan.

In the preseason it’s real, all those drills coming together so you can prove what you can do, and that isn’t necessarily in your control. You can’t control your teammates, your opponents, the refs, the boards if you’re playing somewhere you’re not used to, and even if there aren’t any points getting handed out yet, the scrutiny is real, not just from the coaching staff, but from the scouts, the media, the fans.

Jared Matheson Does Not Like Not Being In Control.

Jared’s pretty damn sure he’s going to be starting that season on Chaz Rossi’s wing, and considering Rossi put up eighty points last season and got drafted in the first round by the Golden Seals, that is a beautiful place to be.

ANOTHER FRIEND EMERGES.

23. Long Range Snipe

I got to combine battle tactics and hockey terms in this title so obviously I was pleased.

“Hey,” Bryce says, grinning wide and straightening up from where he was slouching against the wall.

“Hey,” Jared says, and resists the urge to bury his face in Bryce’s shoulder when Bryce pulls him into a hug.

Look at this two doofs and their hidden little assignations.

“I mean, if you want I can get you some tickets?” Bryce says. “Like, I think we start the season away, but for our first home game?”

“Seriously?” Jared says. “That’d be awesome.”

It’s not using your boyfriend for tickets if he offers, right? Right.

Jared has achieved his goal of using his boyfriend for Flames tickets.

Bryce pulls him into another deniable hug, and Jared turns his head, takes the opportunity to sneak a kiss to his neck.

His phone buzzes again. “Fuck,” he says, pulling back reluctantly. “Okay. Tuesday.”

“Tuesday,” Bryce says, and grins when Jared starts walking backwards away from him, giving him this dorky little wave that has Jared grinning right back.

DOOFS.

His mom and him high five. His dad grunts.

The first of the Don grunts.

Jared’s wondering if he’s in a shit mood or something, even though he seemed fine at dinner, except then Casterley scores ten minutes later, and his dad whoops, plants a kiss on the top of his mom’s head. “Knew he was a great pickup,” he says.

Bryce got the secondary assist, and when his name’s announced on the PA, his dad grunts again.

“Oh my god, seriously?” Jared says. “Seriously?”

“What?” his dad says.

“You can’t just not cheer for Bryce,” Jared says.

His dad grunts again, like ‘just watch me not cheer for Bryce’.

This petty fucking family.

At least they got some hardcore cuddling in? Like. Not that Jared’s a cuddler or anything, but. He’ll make an exception if it means being plastered against Bryce.

This makes you a cuddler, Jared. That is the definition of cuddling.

“Dude, is that just one person?” Chaz asks, when Jared’s phone buzzes again.

“Yeah,” Jared says.

“Your girlfriend’s got no chill,” Chaz says.

“Boyfriend,” Jared says. They didn’t really hang at all last year, but now that they’re lineys Chaz has been sticking around Jared, probably since his lineys from last year are gone, one in the AHL, one to university, and if they’re going to keep hanging, it’s going to come out eventually. Pun very much not intended.

Chaz is quiet for a moment. “Your boyfriend’s got no chill,” he says finally.

Chaz, my good egg.

“Nope,” Jared says, and kind of wonders what Chaz would say if he knew he was talking about Bryce Marcus.

We now know the answer is ‘it’s not cool to use your sexuality for a prank’.

My liney says my boyfriend has no chill, Jared texts.

u tld him u have a bf? Bryce texts back immediately.

Yeah, Jared texts back. He’s cool. Then, in case Bryce is about to ask, I didn’t tell him who it is, obviously.

Bryce doesn’t text back for a few minutes, which gets Jared worrying.

i have chill, Bryce finally texts, and then a mad face when Jared sends a series of crying laughing emojis.

“Dude,” Chaz says. “You also have no chill.”

“Nope,” Jared agrees, and sends a kissy face to Bryce before picking up his book again.

Nobody here has any chill.

24. Demoralization

Also tactics. But sad.

Chaz quit calling him on his lack of chill early, though he snorts audibly when Jared texts his way through team dinner, not being as careful to shield his phone as he should, so Chaz gets a glance at some of a…not so innocent exchange. Thankfully Bryce is in Jared’s phone as BJ, or that would probably be worse.

The beginning of Chaz calling Bryce BJ!

“That his name or his job?” Chaz asks

Love u Chaz.

Jared officially hates the dude scheduling the Flames season. And the dude scheduling the Hitmen season. They probably colluded. Like, to make sure the games didn’t overlap.

Yes that is required when two teams share an arena, Jared.

The lead stretches to three by the third, and Jared splits his attention between the game and watching Bryce on the bench, looking serious, determined, leaning forward, eyes probably darting to follow the play. He’s devastating, and Jared loves him a stupid amount, especially like this.

Hockey Boner.

I can meet you by the room? Jared texts. Steve’s on security tonight, and he knows Jared pretty well, waved back when Jared waved on his way in, so he’s almost positive he’d let him through. And if he didn’t, a call from Bryce would fix that pretty quick.

i dont think thats a good idea, Bryce texts back, and Jared’s stomach drops.

And we get the level of comfort clash. It was coming.

“Nice of Marcus to give us these tickets,” his dad says once they get in the car, his voice careful, like he’s trying to play nice or something. “Good tickets too.”

“Yeah,” Jared says. “He’s a great guy, that Marcus.”

“Whoa,” his dad says, and Jared can practically feel his parents exchanging looks right now.

Don: says something nice about Bryce for once

Jared: snaps at him

Even Erin doesn’t bug him during the ride home, and Jared should be grateful for that, but he’s busy fuming. No one stops him when he heads straight to his room after they get home, throwing his phone to skitter across his desk and getting into bed still wearing his Flames jersey, pulling the covers over his head.

Ah, the level of disappointed where the only thing you can do is curl up in bed.

It’s pretty hard to judge right now when he can’t even think about Bryce without appending ‘stupid’ or ‘fucking’ or both to his name. Like, it’s not that he doesn’t care about him. Cares too much, probably. Cares more than (stupid) Bryce (fucking) Marcus does, obviously.

Jared Is Very Mature.

“I can’t just skip team shit,” Bryce says. “Management kind of — I can’t skip team shit.”

Bryce already with a really not great relationship with management.

“And I don’t know if you’re actually stupid enough to think that’s the same thing, or you’re just being disingenuous,” Jared says, because there’s a big fucking difference between a deniable outing around strangers who’d just assume — whatever, not that they were boyfriends, Jared’s sure, because they barely even touch in public — and making the time for him even if he’s got team shit. Jared would. Not that Bryce would come, but Jared would.

“I don’t know what that means,” Bryce says, then, “Don’t call me stupid,” and Jared laughs.

“I don’t know what words mean, but I’m not stupid,” Jared says. “Okay, Bryce.”

Bryce is so tired of people calling him stupid.

25. Tentative Stalemate

“Did you and the bf break up?” Chaz asks, quieter.

“No,” Jared says. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe figure it out,” Chaz says, “because you’re kind of being an asshole today.”

“Thanks,” Jared says. “Appreciate it.”

I appreciate Chaz’s commitment to calling people out on shitty behaviour.

the can u talk to me pls? and pls pick up ur phone and the im really sry pls, and finally, two days ago, r u breaking up w me?.

Bryce.

“I don’t know if you want to, like — but I, uh,” Bryce says, then, pulls a small key out of his pocket. “I got this made?”

“Is this—”

“I figure it might make it easier to like, swing time together if you can stop by whenever works for you, and it’s totally cool with me if you want to hang out or whatever when I’m not around, might be handy for you to have a place near the Saddledome to chill, you know?”

“You’re giving me a key to your place,” Jared says slowly.

“If you want it,” Bryce says. “I don’t know. Like, I don’t know if you not texting me meant you didn’t want to do this anymore, and I really really hope not, I—”

Boys.

“I’m like ninety nine percent sure I’m in love with you,” Jared blurts out before he can stop himself.

<3

It’s barely past his lips when Bryce kisses him, teeth clacking painfully against his before it evens out, Bryce’s hand fisting his shirt, strands of his hair, annoyingly stiff with gel, in Jared’s hands. Even with his mouth stinging from Bryce’s teeth, it’s the best Jared’s felt in awhile.

There’s a loud knock on the window, and when Jared startles and pulls away, his dad is glaring through it.

“Shit,” Jared says. “Um.”

Don Matheson always interrupting the important moments. Because they do not have them in the right places.

“One minute,” Jared says, not looking away from Bryce. The grin’s gone, which makes sense — thanks dad — but his face is still wide open, something there Jared doesn’t quite know how to read, but hopes he’ll learn to.

So soft.

His phone buzzes as he closes the door behind him, from Bryce, which must mean he’s like, sitting in his car, texting him like a total loser. Fuck, Jared’s — he’s so gone, isn’t he.

sry i didnt say it back ur dad kinda distracted me, Bryce has sent, im like 100% sure im in love with u tho, jsyk

:)

Cool, Jared replies, which is stupid but like…what do you say to that? It is cool. It’s fucking awesome.

Bryce, apparently still not driving — hopefully not driving — responds with a smiley as wide as Jared’s grin is right now

:D

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

hi!! weird question: who do you ship your mutuals with? 😊💙

 if this is @sunnimochix looking for validation through anon, hello, you ain’t sneaky- SKKSKS I’M JOKING

@missmorosis

most def sokka (atla) and tsukishima (hq) with todoroki (bnha)! with sokka, my darling morosis would most definitely find someone she actually deserves!! i love her so vv much, and i honestly think that you two would stay up watching kdramas while sokka tries to pronounce the words lmao- 0_0;; and you two would cuddle so much omg skhsafuhlwiufh and he’d make you breakfast 🥺🥺 with tsukishima, you two would start off as enemies, but then he’d definitely open up to you and help you with your math homework lmao XD And on the days when you feel bad for not being productive, he’d literally be such a secret lil’ sweetheart and make you breakfast. with todoroki, even though you don’t watch bnha, you two would most definitely cuddle so much and he’d listen to you for houuurs! count on him to watch any kdrama with you and remind you to drink water eeeee

@smallsweetvanillabean

this is for my chaotic darling vanilla, yaomomo (bnha) and sugawara (hq) would definitely be a good pair for you!! you and yaomomo sounds unlikely, but she’d definitely be rly supportive of you in everything! when you feel down, the girl won’t hesitate to go over and give you the best hug ever. she’d remind you to get water, and she’d give you the best cuddles. you and sugawara would be absolutely the most perfect thing ever next to daisuga, and suga would be the biggest sweetheart in the world!! he’d most def be that “best friend” type of bf who treats you like an equal. i love you two.

@vaporizemebakugo

my queeeeen! we haven’t talked in so long, how are you?? also you’d be rly good with most def kirishima (bnha) and kuroo (hq)!! you and kirishima would be so precious and sweet, and he’d most definitely wake you up early in the morning to give you the sweetest and best hugs in the world. he’d engulf you into the best cuddles and then you two would go on a walk together?? like pls omg, and he’d also make you breakfast and give you the best surprises. like ever. please. oh oh and he’d also support you so much that it makes me sooooft- and you and kuroo!! please n thank you, he’d definitely show you off going around like, “this is my hot gf, respect her.” he’d also be so supportive of your studies and be the best person to hang out and just be yourself with 🥺🥺

@hvnlydmn

IDHLIUQLIU MY GODDESS AND QUEEN, most definitely without the shadow of a doubt i have to say bokuto (hq) + and mirio (bnha)! you and bokuto would most definitely wake up early together for early morning jogs, and whenever you pass by a store, he’d most def buy you rly good pastries or some sort of smoothie 🥺 idk why but a man who gets you food IS THE ONEEEE! He’d also spoil you so much, but at the same time he knows you work really hard at your job. expect him to be waiting to pick you up when you’re done and ask you about you day! and as for mirio, you two would def stay up all night watching movies together and jamming out to music. he would cherish you, i say, cHERISH YOU, and literally give you all the love in the universe. bc yes. i don’t make the rules, i adore you.

@cherry-cake-pies

TWKFHILWFHLIWUFHILWU I LOVE YOU, HI, HOW ARE YOU, and I’d ship you with sero! he’d be rly accepting of you and GIVE YOU THE LOVE YOU DESERVE TO THE FULLEST ISTG OMG- since he also worries a lot but learned to cope, he’d most definitely help calm you down whenever you worry. he’d give you the best cuddles and he’d also take you on late night walks!! expect you two to always be jamming out, and he’d give you the cutest smol kisses on the nose and like- ughhhh he’s so soft it’s not even funny you really deserve someone who treats you right

@kreampop1257

i’d ship you with bakugo!! he’d be really accepting of you and he’d most definitely take you on the cutest dates and brag about you all the time. “hey, did you hear about cheem? they’re fcking awesome. give them some respect.” and if anyone DARE LAY A FINGER ON YOU, MAN’S WILL POOOOUNCE AND MAKE SURE THEY PAY ISTG like- yes. He’d also treat you with so much respect it’s not even funny-- he wouldn’t mind teasing or making fun of you, but when you need time to yourself, he’d make sure that you get it. he’d make sure that you’re safe with him no matter what. OR MINA I’M JUST SAYING-

@sunnimochix

you and iida would be SOOO CUTE LIKE- KSefwhliwuhfliwuehflewiu whenever you’re stuck on something, he’d straightforward give you an idea and help you asap, and give you so many suggestions. He’d help you focus on your studies, and doesn’t care how you look, bc he RESPECTS YOUU AND HE CARES FOR YOUU

as you can see i clearly got tired while finishing, but there are around four more moots i’ll get to soon!!!

[2minutes2midnight]

Hey!! Do you have any Fitzbobbi recommendations? I’ve been really into fic for them recently :)

Hello dear Anon ���!

Let me start with saying how happy I am that someone asked me about FitzBobbi ♥️!

Like you may notice - sadly there are not many FB fic out there, hopefully it will change one day! But I have few that are my personal favorites:

1. Lullabies and clear blue sky by @springmagpies and @bobbimorseisbisexual - this is my birthday gift from them and I might be biased but I think it’s the sweetest story ever! FitzBobbi adopt two girls and everything is so fluffy. And I’m crazy about Fitz!dad so that’s the other thing 😂

2. Making love out of nothing at all by @libbyweasley - rock band AU! You should be ready for some angst but Libby showed their emotions so well and this story is beautiful ♥️

3. Drawing with the eyes by @florchis - this is so intimate and beautiful! Artist Bobbi and nude painting!

4. Detective Morse’s Strange Day by @agentofship - detective AU with dorky Fitz trying to be smooth - it’s adorable! And Sabrina always know how to make story sweet and sexy in the same time 🥰

5. Writer’s rat race by @apathbacktoyou - it’s short story but incredible cute! It’s gonna make you smile for sure!

6. 180 days by @bobbimorseisbisexual - it’s such a funny and sweet story! I can never get enough of it! FitzBobbi are so sooooft in it!!!

There are more stories that are worth reading of course - I mention my favorite ones, but many of them are amazing. I didn’t read all fics in tag yet because of...life. But I’m definitely want to! Al and Libby are the ones who’s FB fics I read the most :).

Please let me know if you read them and if you like them 🥰! And of course I would love to hear about stories you like and I didn’t mention them 😊

[ybcpatrick]

Soft post-ybc headcanon that when Pete and Patrick finally get together, Pete makes it a point to kiss Patrick’s eyelids and hands/fingers whenever he can, but especially if Patrick’s having a bad day and needs to be reminded that he’s not the monster anymore

ignore how odd this looks the lighting in my room is jank BUT IM SOOOOFT?????! I AM SOOOOOOOFT!!!!!! THIS IS SO SWEET pete is so sweet and i'm cry.

also furthermore patrick returns the favour by ohhhhsogently pressing kisses to the scars that marr pete's chest and stomach, as featherlight promises that he's listening to pete's message, that he knows he's not the beast and he can trust himself to even do that,,,

these two in this au. they break me

and i. am going to draw more peterick kith,, this was v fun and i'm ;w;

[likesomekindofcheese]

Cottagecore  (Gwilym Lee x fem! Reader Oneshot)

A/N: Hello! For @queenandborhapevents​ I wrote this fic as a part of an exchange on Ao3 and now I can share it here and reveal who I am! Hello there @itsametaphorgwil​! I am your Secret Santa revealed! I am glad you enjoyed it and know I enjoyed writing it for your honor!

Word Count: 1,832

Summary: When reaching your dream job gets too stressful, Gwilym suggests an escape to the countryside to get you to relax.

Warnings: not much, some swearing, drinking, a touch of angst, but mostly fluff, and poor Reader being on edge.

“Y/N, if you would like this position, here are the things you need to work on for the next month. Then we might give you this offer,” the woman stated.

You nodded your head enthusiastically. Every word was put into your brain in the strongest part of storage. Your dream job was eminent. The people you have admired for ages were pushing you on. Every dollar spent, every hour clocked in, and every bit of training and studying and student debt was about to be worth it.

“We’ll try you out and interview at this point on the fifteenth of next month, sounds good?” she folded her arms in her black pantsuit, slightly serious.

A Pollyanna smile grew on you.

“Of course! I will!”

You wound up practicing and trying every free hour you had for this job. Cups of coffee devoured. Then water to make up for coffee. Then constant bathroom breaks. Words in front of you seemed fuzzy. But you kept at it.

Even when your boyfriend, Gwilym was around, it was all you could talk or think about.

“Hey Y/N…let’s escape,” he suggested. “There’s a place…it’s out in the country!”

“I don’t know…” you sighed.

“It will be fun!” he begged, taking your hand.

With a huff, you nod.

“Where is it?”

“Pembroke-near some family.”

Pembroke! Grassy fields, a nearby ocean…

And two whole weeks without work!

He led you into the cottage excitedly. Then his smile dropped briefly as he saw you pull out your laptop from its bag on the kitchen table.

“Annwyl, did you bring anything related to your job with you?” he asked sternly.

The laptop clicked shut and you let out a sigh.

“Yes, it’s just that…I’m really afraid of failing!” you cried. “It’s just…I’ve been…been afraid to relax. I’m just so close to my dreams coming true, and I’ve been struggling and hustling just to get the opportunity…I feel like if I let go…it will slip away from me.” Tears came out before you could stop them.

He hugged you. You could hear the rustling of trees.

“Then promise me this…every day you do one hour- and only one hour- of work and the rest of the day, you try to breathe.”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Oh, Y/N, I completely understand but…you’ve seemed so…it isn’t going to go away if you enjoy yourself for a bit.”

He kissed the top of your head tenderly.

Settling into the cottage, the sunlight poured in from everywhere. Dust specks flitted around in circles as if they were dancing. You only flicked the lights on when it got dark.

Both of you had to see the garden around the house. There were more roses, lilacs, and peonies than you could count and plenty of green sprouts not even Gwilym could name.

Soon you were walking down to the markets, drinking cold lemonades, and buying a large basket of strawberries in their prime: large, red, and juicy, almost like candy to devour.

The next morning, you felt him shake you awake.

“Cariad…look out the window…” he said softly, kissing your temple.

The sun was rising and the whole world was baked in a sweet, pink light. The sunlight was melting over the fields, making it glow.

“Are we in a fairy tale?” you asked.

You could sense the sleepiness in your voice and you felt two arms pull you close, so your back touched his chest. You heard the slight rumble of his laughter.

“No, we’re in Pembrokeshire, but close.”

There was a ten-minute stroll to town, passing herd of sheep or a goat enjoying its breakfast of dandelions. The town was tiny- the houses still had vines, dates from the 1600s in the upper corner and every nook had little shops and businesses and whatnot. People walked by, from children on bicycles to grandmothers ushering in guests for tea.

Nearby there was a stone bridge. A river babbled beneath it and across you could make out taller buildings, some painted a gaudy yellow or a musty red.

But something about the rust on the bridge’s sides made it feel surreal, ancient. Every step you took you held your breath because it might collapse and fall. It never did.

On your third day there you noticed there was a gaggle of little ducks, clucking nasally as they glided across the water’s edge.

“Look!” you cried, pointing to them.

Gwil leaned his brown head over in your direction. “Why, look at these little fellows!”

Normally at this time, as soon as your walk with Gwil was over, you took to your work: editing your resume, cover letter, and other items online and practicing and curating what the try-out would consist of.

But today was different. You felt tired at the thought of that hour approaching. You wanted to take your time.

“Should we get them bread?” you asked.

“Not bread, that will make them sick…”

Gwil ran up to a plant shop and got them seeds, you both took turns tossing it to them. Laughing at the way they shook their beaks as they ate. Soon a mother waded forward with a trail of ducklings behind her- all peeping in high little voices and in a line so straight it seemed mechanical.

He opened the bag and released the seeds into his palm. Their graininess against the softness of his skin. Reaching in for a bit, you could smell the earth it came from.

He walked closer over the edge of the bridge. His reflection looking back up at him from the blue of the water A few ducks hovered toward the mirror Gwil, quacking in curiosity.

He let a few seeds fall with a plop into the water.

They nibbled graciously. As they chewed with their beaks open, a pretty, little white duck passed by, sniffing for morsels as well.

Grinning, you obliged, letting a few seeds fall from your fingertips. They landed, creating ripples that went to the edges, growing fainter. But the white duck wagged its tail as if it were a canine and devoured the seeds.

“How would you like a beach day, tomorrow?” he asked. “It’s only an hour dive.”

“Is that even a question?” you replied, giving him a chaste kiss.

The hour drive long drive seemed to take forever with no beachy signals except for the smell. Until a road that went downhill showed the yellow sand right where it dipped down- flowing out of the grass until soon it replaced the fields as you drove onto it and parked.

The sand dissolved between your toes; the breeze was cool against your legs. Only a few people came and went as they day was slightly overcast.

“Yeesss! Let’s swim, Y/N!” your boyfriend cheered, leaping out of the car.

Gwil ran childishly toward the ocean in his swim trunks and you in your red one-piece, pulling you with him. Though you shrieked at the icy water, it soon seemed normal and refreshing to feel around your calves.

Both of you splashed at each other and got deep enough to swim. Often bending down to pick up interesting little seashells and collect them in a glass jar.

Suddenly Gwil turned his head, let out a slight swear, and covered your eyes with his hands.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m glad you said yes today…” he teased, walking against you so you had to walk forward.

“What! How come? What are you up to?” you asked.

“We havesome guests!” he announced.

“Are you really going to let us have all the fun?” a sweet voice asked in front of you.

He pulled his hands away and you let out a squeal. You knew that blonde bob and pair of bright eyes anywhere.

“Lucy! Lucy, what are you doing here!”

“Rami’s filming, and Gwil had told us you guys were vacationing. Might as well go over and say hello!”

Salt caught into your hair to where you smelt in all day. You missed the scent of the ocean and the sound of its lulling, but hearing Rami and Lucy catch up as Gwil drove back made up for it.

“Oh- we got two local Cabernet bottles to try…would you stay for a drink?” Gwil offered, pulling up near the cottage.

That night, the wine overtook you both, Lucy especially.

“It’s cold! Let’s go in the room!” Lucy insisted, as red as the strawberries in the fridge.

She went over to an extra guest room in the cottage- it was smaller with white walls, a few paintings, and a tiny window. But the bed was so large it took up half the space.

Ooooh! It’s sooooft!” she cooed as she settled on it.

Both of you pulled the duvet over the two of you and began talking softly. You heard Rami and Gwil catching up downstairs with talk of directors and long days of filming.

“Hmmph, do you think this shirt shows too much of my titties?” you asked.

Laying down in the bed had pulled the edge of your shirt down and you began to stubbornly pull it u.

Lucy began giggling like mad. She pulled the duvet over her head into a large lump.

“What is it?” you asked.

She poked her face out with an elfish gleam in her eye.

“Titties!”

You both began to giggle profusely. There are creaks upstairs as Rami and Gwil walk in, bemused at the two of you. Lucy and you pulled blankets up over your mouths to stop.

“You alright? You both had a lot…” Gwil began, walking closer to see your faces.

“We’re fine, it’s just…” you began.

“It’s about…about titties!” she blurted.

You both burst out howling.

Rami and Gwil looked at each other, beaming despite Lucy’s tipsiness.  They ran downstairs and returned with a small plate of cheese, crackers, and apple slices.

“We’ll leave you ladies be,” Rami promised.

He put it on Lucy’s lap. She grinned and gave him a smooch as thanks.

Gwil stood by the door, watching you take a bit of a red apple slice.

“Just have something on your stomachs,” he added before Rami returned to shut the door.

Lucy and you giggling over snacks was the memory you kept inside you. That and the beach, the ducks, the berries, as you and Gwil crossed the corner where the fateful building stood.

A month had gone since this was planned and the day you expected and dreaded had arrived. You whisper the right words and picture it. And none of it is forgotten- a muscle memory.

“Darling…thank you for the trip. No matter what comes to it-I needed to enjoy things and not let it all get to me,” you say, pausing before the door.

He cups your face, “you always put your heart and soul into things…and I love you for it.”

As Gwil walks with you to the building, saying he will wait outside. He kisses you on your forehead, leaving a subtle, shiny mark there as you walk in.

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[littlesliceofmarvel]

Meet My Love

Prompt: Loki x Reader (Prompt #9 - “Watch me.”)

Warnings: sooooft loki

Word Count: 1,755

A/N: Wow so my posts haven’t been showing up in tags because I apparently still hadn’t verified my email address to my tumblr five years after making my account... why’d it take me so long..... My Prompt list is still open so you guys can continue to request away! xox

Y/H/C = Your home country/city. 

"Ok, what if he decides to banish me from the lands and have my head cut off by a moldy piece of wood?” You asked, quickening your pace along the looooong walk up to the dining room in the Asgardian palace. 

Loki was finally bringing you to his planet to meet his family and to say you were nervous was the understatement of the freaking century. You had met Loki during his not-so-nice New York invasion, which is the strangest way you could meet the love of your life, but you wouldn’t have changed a thing because after everything, you had helped him out of his dark place and he had done the same with you. 

When Loki had meet you, you had recently lost your job, and your parents kicked you out for your ‘irresponsibility.’ So, you had been practically living from cheap motel to cheap motel, eating shrimp ramen and showering once every four days. It was in no way a good time. So, when the invasion happened and you found yourself coming face to face with a green and gold clad God, you vowed to yourself that you’d turn your life around. And you did.

So, now, here you were, walking up the giant marble stairwell to meet Odin and Frigga. You had briefly met Thor during The Great New York Event, but not enough to really recall what he was even like.

“Darling, no one is chopping off anyone’s heads.” Loki chuckled, cutting you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand on your lower back, helping guide you in the right direction once you reached the top of the stairs. 

“Loki, they’re gods! Literal gods, how do I fit in?” You asked, not wanting to meet his eyes as you tried to focus on your surroundings more than your thoughts. The shiny golden statues and columns made the room feel massive and royal, as if you had stepped into a palace you dreamt of when you were five. 

“You just be yourself, love,” he stopped walking and spun you around to face him, “No one compares to you.”

You felt your cheeks flush as you continued trying to avoid his eye contact, hating your current state of vulnerability. A group of Asgardian women dressed in silky colourful gowns walked by, politely waving at the two of you before continuing on down the hallway. 

“Loki! I’m underdressed.” You looked down to your floral summer dress, no longer thinking it was nice enough to meet your boyfriend’s parents. 

He gave you a stern look, “Love, you look fantastic. Stop overthinking and keep walking with me.”

You rolled your eyes, letting him grab your hand and continue dragging you down the halls and stopping in front of a large wooden door, golden flowers and twirls decorating it all over. You knew that his family was right behind this door, and for some reason, your nerves died down. It was probably because your entire body was numb. 

“Okay, so, we’re going to walk in and you’re going to be fine.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and opened the door before you could respond. 

The room was massive. A large table sat in the center, and only two walls surrounded you. The other half of the room was completely open with a large balcony overlooking the planet, a light breeze flowing through the room as the sun only just began setting. The golden light made the room look even golder, if that was possible. The marble floor looked like one massive tile and you let your eyes dance over the small accessories, from the large plants to the tiny candles on the table.

But what also caught your eye was the three people sitting around it. You instantly recognized Thor, his blond hair tucked back into a messy bun and a large smile on his face as he looked down to the pint of beer in front of him. The woman who could only be Frigga sat across from him, a royal blue gown making her strawberry blonde hair practically glow against her pale skin. She was beautiful. Odin sat at the head of the table, a slight scowl on his face as he picked at something in his wine glass, talking quietly to his wife. 

“Loki!” Thor called out, pulling everyone’s attention your way. 

You attempted to hide behind him but he grabbed your waist before you could. He smiled at his brother and the two of you walked over to the table, the click of your heels echoing lightly across the room.

You held your breath the entire way, nearly passing out when Frigga stood up and walked over to the two of you. She gently pulled Loki into a hug, turning to face you when she pulled away.

“Family, meet my love,” Loki smiled fondly down at you, completely ignoring your shyness as he threw you into the spotlight. 

“You must be Y/N, it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I don’t think Loki has gone one second without talking about you.”

Your grinned, looking up at Loki just in time to catch the light blush on his cheeks.

“It’s lovely to meet you too, Loki talks a lot about his mother,” you smiled at her, watching her eyes gaze fondly over to her son before turning back to you.

“Please, sit.” 

So the two of you did just that. You sat next to Thor, Loki sitting next to you. His hand immediately went to your thigh, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again.” Thor smiled from next to you, taking a sip of his beer and grinning at his brother, a light moustache of foam forming against his upper lip making you bite your cheek to avoid giggling.

“Loki,” Odin spoke up for the first time you had walked into the room, “Hello, son. And hello, Y/N.”

Loki nodded to his father, almost as if unsure about how to talk to him. You knew Loki didn’t exactly have the best relationship with his father, having told you a few less-than-happy memories about when he was growing up. 

“Y/N, where are you from?” He asked, learning his elbows on the table and looking over at you.

“Y/H/C.” You smiled, thinking back to your home.

He nodded pensively, looking back down to the table. Frigga shrugged him off, shooting you a kind smile and pointing towards the food in front of you that had your mouth watering.

“Please, let’s eat.” 

All of you helped yourselves to the meal, a slight awkward silence falling over the room as the sun continued to set, the candles emanating a stronger glow as the room got slightly darker. 

“So, tell us a bit about yourself, Y/N,” Frigga spoke up, “Loki has told us a little bit but we’d love to know more.”

You started talking about your parents, your childhood, what you studied in school, and your current job. The three of them seemed interested, paying attention to your every word. The only reason you had the courage to continue talking was Loki’s hand giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze every few seconds, reminding you he was by your side. 

The dinner finished relatively quickly, and before you knew it, the room was illuminated by a giant chandelier you didn’t even remember seeing when you walked in. The sun was gone, and a cool nighttime breeze made goosebumps rise on your arms. Curse your summer dress. 

You stood in the corner of the room next to the balcony, chatting with Frigga and Loki about what life was like on Asgard, when the two other men came over to join you. 

“Y/N,” Odin spoke up, looking over to Thor who simply nodded, “I was told here by my son that my actions to you tonight were... unwelcoming. I’d like to formally apologize. You seem like a lovely woman, and you and Loki seem very happy.”

You felt your heart completely stop, looking wide-eyed at the man in front of you, mouth probably hanging open like a toad. You had found him to be a little rougher than the others, but you just expected he was always like this. 

You felt Loki jab your side slightly, bringing you back to reality.

“O-Oh, right,” you stumbled upon your words, “I... no, it’s fine, thank you?” It came out as more than a question than a statement of forgiveness, but he seemed to accept it as he nodded at you before sticking his arm out to Frigga. She gladly accepted it, and the two walked over to the edge of the balcony, overlooking their kingdom with pride on their faces.  

You smiled up to Loki, his face holding the same expression as he gazed back down at you.

“Well, doesn’t take an idiot to see you guys want alone time!” Thor chuckled awkwardly, waving at the two of you before walking back to the table, picking at the dessert options. 

You giggled, twirling around as Loki turned you to face him, his hands gently wrapped around your waist. You noticed him starting to lean in and you abruptly pulled away.

“You can’t kiss me in front of your family,” you smirked up at him, placing your hands against his chest. 

“Watch me,” he mumbled, leaning down and connecting his lips to yours. They were cold, but you found yourself leaning into him anyways, loving how delicately your lips moved against his. One of his hands found its way up to the back of you neck, holding your mouth hostage against his. 

You pulled away after hearing Frigga chuckle, Loki’s parents looking over at the two of you. Frigga turned to her husband, muttering something about ‘young love’ and turned back to look over the city.

“You know I love you, right?” You grinned up at Loki.

“Oh, you do? Hm, this is awkward, I’ve got another girl to bring home to my parents tomorrow,” he shrugged, giving you a lopsided smirk.

“Oh that’s fine, I guess, I’ve got a date next Tuesday anyways,” you smirked back, pulling away from his grasp lightly before he dragged you back in. 

“Actually, I’ll cancel mine if you cancel yours.” He teased, his hands gripping you a little tighter, “I love you.” He placed a kiss against your forehead.

You were in pure bliss.

[headoverjojo]

I’m a big fan of cute fluffy stuff, can I get some fluffy Domestic head cannons with Bruno and his gang?

Hello hello dear! Awwwwww, sooooft :,) I hope it is what you wanted! In case, please dm me and I’ll write right what you want :3

Fluffy domestic headcanons for Bruno’s gang

(Under the cut for length!)

Bruno Bucciarati

Every morning, when he wakes up, Bruno spends at least ten minutes watching the sea from his window. Seeing the sea, doesn’t matter if placid or stormy, gives him the strength to start the day. It’s also a way to honor his passed father: he feels connected to him, for some minutes, and it gives him peace.

Even if he usually has lunch out, almost always with his team, he prefers to eat dinner at home. On his home road, he stops by some small stands to buy sometimes some veggies, sometimes a bit of meat, when he feels like he wants to eat fish then he stops directly at the docks, where he knows some trustworthy fishermen, and buys here the fish. He likes to take his time while cooking, humming and putting on background a soft low CD. It’s the moment when he finally starts to relax for real.

Evening are usually spent chilling on the couch -or on the porch, if the weather is warm enough- reading or watching a show that keeps his interest. Bruno never goes to bed late, as he follows a rigorous routine -and he needs his beauty sleep-, so, around 10-11 p.m., the day, for him, is ended and it’s time to sleep. He usually sleeps with a light pajamas even in winter, and he’s one of the lucky people who fall pretty fast asleep.

If he’s a s/o, he’d share all those moments with them: he’d brew coffee for two and would take them a mug, watching with them the sea in a still half-asleep state, hugging them, in the evening he’d prepare dinner -with them if they are at home-, while quietly chatting and chuckling with them, and would go to sleep early, hugging them tightly and keeping them safe in his embrace which tastes like home.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio doesn’t get a lot of sleep, definitely not as much as he’d need, due both to insomnia and recurrent nightmares. When he wakes up, early in the morning, he’s groggy and grumpy and doesn’t like to talk to anyone before his second cup of coffee. If someone dares to do so, he just grumbles, but by now all the gang knows how to interpret his morning mumbles and growls.

He learned how to cook when he was at the police academy -he’s not from Naples and he had to move in when he was accepted in the academy, so he had to learn fast how to live alone- but by now he’s a bit rusty. He just… doesn’t enjoy to cook just for himself. So he usually prepares something simple -but he’s actually pretty good when someone is his guest- and then does at least one hour of work out, following his old policeman habits. Doing his exercises helps him, other than keep his body in shape, to relax his mind in the reassuring routine.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, even when he’s so tired that he’d just like to hit the wall with his head to fall asleep. He has a small television in his room, which he synthonize on the most boring channel he can find while zapping, hoping that a 4 hours documentary about the daily life of sloths could lull him to sleep, in vain. He usually ends up watching all the show or reading all the book he had picked up -usually one of Fugo’s tomes-, falling asleep usually around 4-5 a.m.

Almost paradoxically, with a s/o things would be slight better, especially if his s/o is patient with his shenanigans. If they chuckle at his grumbles, instead of being annoyed, they’d make him start the day with a smile instead of a pout; a kiss before going on mission or wherever he has to meet with the others would improve considerably his day; dining with someone and not alone would greatly improve his mood and he may find again his hobby for cooking; sleeping with someone would tame his demons and nightmares. He’d fall asleep faster and more serenely when his s/o gently caress his hair and rub his scalp, making him feel safe, at home.

Guido Mista

Mista is not a morning guy. He’s also not a person who oversleeps too; he’s up around 8-9 a.m., not at the ungodly 5-6 a.m of Bruno and Abbacchio but not even around 10-11 a.m as Narancia. Once he gets his 6-7 hours of sleep, he’s up. In the morning, he likes to take things easy, if he hasn’t a mission or a meeting: he takes his time to brew coffee, he eats his biscuits sitting on the windowsill, after giving his Pistols their beloved salame, usually he has to divide the babies that are fighting -usually 3 and 5- and then, finally, he takes a shower. His morning routine requires more or less one hour.

Especially if he’s back from a mission, he loves to take his time also to go home -or the HQ, if he feels like to stay here for the night-. He wanders through the so known streets, sometimes stopping to chat with someone he knows, sometimes stopping just to admire the landscape… he loves it. It reminds him that he made it again, that he has more time to live and that he’s finally home. Then, he usually heads to the HQ for dinner, as he doesn’t like to dine alone. Meals are something to share with his family!

He doesn’t have a precise time to sleep. It may be early, if he’s tired, but also late, if there’s a show he likes or he’s busy chatting with Narancia and Fugo. On weekends he usually sleeps at his small flat, but during working day he usually stops by the HQ also for sleeping, since it’s more convenient. In any case, he tends not to go to sleep after 12-1 a.m., even if his friends are still up, and sleeps just in his boxer. He’s a warm boy.

If he has a s/o, he’d sleep at home with them, no stories. He loves to wrap his arms around them while sleeping, keeping them warm and safe! In summer this could be a problem, but in winter it’s so damn perfect. And waking up near Mista is wonderful! His sleepy smile is the cutest thing around. And the Pistols would surely go to them to be spoiled, nestling on their hair and shoulders, making Mista huff and grumble about their behaviour. They’re like children, in the end!

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia is definitely not a morning guy. If he hasn’t a mission -and even so, he’d grumble, even if not actually complaining about- he loves to sleep long in the morning, all wrapped around his pillow, a happy smile on his face. Usually, it’s Fugo the one who throws him off of bed, mumbling that it’s late and he has to get ready, while opening the window. Even if he whines and complains, Narancia gets up and immediately shoves his face in the sink full of cold water, both in summer and winter: it’s his only way to wake up properly. Then he usually dresses quickly, running down in time for lunch with all the gang.

In the afternoon, after a mission or a meeting, he likes to go out to have some fresh air or, if he’s pissed off, to steam a little. If Mista is available, he’d go around with him; if not, he’d go to a secluded place where he can make Aerosmith fly as he likes, training on aim and range. He always felt like he was the only one Bucciarati didn’t “want” in the gang -he knows that Bruno did it not ‘cause he thought he was weak, but because he wanted him to have a normal life far from mafia, but it still stings- so he wants to prove both to him and to himself too that he is, instead, worth of his place. He’d come to the HQ when darkness is about to fall, to help Fugo cooking.

Narancia in fact is a person who falls asleep easily and on any surface. He just doesn’t want to sleep! Life is too short and he’ll sleep when he’s dead, he always says it. He stays up to chat with Fugo or Mista, huffing when they go to their room, usually after midnight - 1 a.m., and so he stays up watching some show on the TV or playing a video-game. If Bruno is in the HQ, he has to be careful not to be catched, or papa Bruno will scold him! But usually he’s pretty good at keeping things silent, during night, until he falls asleep face on pillow.

If he has a s/o, his days would be way funnier! He’d never make them feel alone or “forgotten”, as they’re his sun and moon. In the morning, he’d try to keep them in bed a bit longer, to cuddle a bit, while pouting in his adorable way that always, always makes them melt in a puddle of sweetness. He’d try to spend as much time with them as possible, since he’s often out for missions! With them and his friends and family. It’d be the perfect day! And then dine all together, chatting on the couch or on the balcony after dinner, staying up and cuddling together… Narancia can’t think about something better. Who needs heaven, when his is already on Earth?

Pannacotta Fugo

Fugo is definitely a morning person. Since his early childhood, he was used to get up rightly at 7 a.m. and by now he can wake up precisely at that hour even without alarm. He usually needs a good cup of strong coffee, in the morning, to properly get up, since it’s sure that he stayed up late, the previous night, to read. After a light and quick breakfast, he usually takes a shower, but then, once he’s all ready and dressed, he spends a bit of time just watching as the city slowly wakes up. By 7.30 a.m. the city starts to really get into business and Fugo is fascinated by how people run back and forth, how life pulses so hard and strong… even if he actively started to be part of that pulse, sometimes he still feels like he’s just a viewer of a bigger show. Not a bad show… just one he’s still not completely accustomed to actively join.

After a mission or a hard meeting, Fugo loves, and needs, to have even just half an hour for himself, to cool down. He usually goes to some park or to the library, to finally find some peace. He loves to lose among the books labyrinths, to pick a book and read a small part and then put it back, to explore new parks and find the most quiet spots… it makes him feel at ease, like he can breathe again. This, however, doesn’t last long; as much as he loves to spend some time alone, he also came to appreciate the time he spends with his family. And so, he soon goes back to the HQ, to join Mista, Narancia or Giorno in some chats; sometimes, if the topic can pick enough his interest, he slips into the teenager he really is, almost surprising even his teammates.

Fugo suffers of insomnia. He always did  but, while before he grew angrier and angrier when he couldn’t sleep, ending up in total sleepless night because of his nervousness, now he just shrugs it off and waits in a resigned patience. Soon or later he’ll sleep, he always says. And so he usually stays up late, chatting with Mista, Narancia or Giorno, when Gold Experience’s user doesn’t go to sleep early, and then, more or less around midnight, he retires in his room. Here he lays down with a good book and reads and reads, going on until his eyelids are about to finally fall down. In the end, this method guarantees him at least 4-5 hours of sleep every night. Not enough, he perfectly knows, but still way more than before.

If he has a s/o, he’d adapt his routine to theirs. If they have a day off and they can wake up later, he’d stay more in bed -if he doesn’t have any morning errand to do-, just hugging them and relishing in their warmth until they wake up. He’d love to spend his time with them and less time alone, as their presence represents the peace he needs. If they also want to go to the library or to the park, then it’s wonderful! Spending time with them in a quiet place is the best he can ask for. Dinners would be even better, now that they’re here! And after dinner chats too, it’d all be better, with them around. More colorful, brighter. And he’d sleep even a bit more, especially if they let him nestle on their chest, relaxing under their caresses and cuddles or if they softly read aloud a book, lulling him to sleep. Fugo’s quite cute while he sleeps, his lips softly bent in a small pout, his pale eyebrows which furrow and relax… plus, especially if he’s really tired, he tends to hug tightly, as to never let them go and keep them safe and sound.

Giorno Giovanna

Mista sometimes pokes fun at him for this, but Giorno rises literally with the sun. In winter he rises later and in summer earlier, rightly following the sun, without forcing himself. It’s just like he feels it! He usually dresses and takes a shower, before going down to have breakfast, mostly because he wears curlers. Three big curlers on his forehead, those donuts don’t form by themselves! Even if he likes to make the others think so. He usually has breakfast with Fugo or, if he’s at the HQ, Bruno, quietly chatting and drinking his beloved morning tea. His day can’t start before a good cup of tea and a sweet, he needs it!

Giorno has a deep passion for gardening and mostly without using his Gold Experience. It doesn’t seem, but, even when he was at the high school campus, he was the one who always helped the gardeners with plants and flowers. He has a natural talent with it! Even at the HQ, Giorno found a small space to transform in “his” garden -which is, in fact, the communal garden- and, when he has a bit of time or needs to relax after a mission or a meeting, he hides here, among his beloved plants. Sometimes it can happen that he cheats using GE to refresh some flowers he particularly likes, but it’s really rare. He feels so good and at ease among plants, his little garden is the most beautiful of all the neighborhood! For once he feels good in something, after a childhood and early teenage years spent always hearing that he wasn’t enough and that he wouldn’t ever done anything good in life. It’s his way to take his “revenge” on those words.

Like he rise with the sun, when the sun starts to set down he starts to feel sleepy. In summer it’s not a problem, but in winter it can be an issue that could need even a cup or two of coffee to be solved. He tries to stay up as much as he can, as Giorno loves to hanging out with his friends, chatting, laughing, being for a bit the young boy he still is… but when Mista has to nag his shoulder to keep him awake, Giorno calls out the day and, after bidding his goodnight, retires for the night. After putting on the curlers, he nestles under the blankets, hugging his pillow or, even if no one knows it, a peluche; his mother never showed affection to him, she almost never took him in her arms and so, to fight the deep touch starvation he felt, little Giorno hugged pillows and peluches, wishing to be hugged back. It’s a habit he still has, even after so many years.

If he has a s/o, hugs are the keyword. Even if he comes out as wary, at first, once the relationship is stable and he trusts them with his whole heart, touches are really common among them. Giorno wakes up all wrapped around them, mumbling in his sleep, and it’s such a cute sight that his s/o can just melt in a puddle. They have to cuddle him! And waking up while feeling their lips on his cheeks or on his forehead, under his curlers, while their hands gently rub his scalp or back, is the most beautiful feeling in all the world. The day then goes on with a quiet breakfast -where Giorno often loses himself softly caressing their free hand- and then, when he’s done with missions and meetings, if they’re willing to he’d love to spend some time with them in the garden, simply chilling out or actively gardening, he doesn’t care as long as he’s with them. Dinners are wonderful, now that he has a family to share them with; and he’s so cute when he starts to get sleepy, losing his usual composure and yawning while rubbing his eyes and face to stay awake! When they’re finally in bed, he loves to nestle near them, hugging them tightly and visibly sighing in relief when they hug him back. It’s like a dream become true…